Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2012 15:59:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 23 by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR


				Chapter 23


			     by Donny Mumford


After Willie's and my extraordinarily-excellent sex together, the first sex
'together' of any kind in three days, Willie and I snuggle in bed, fuck
buddies extraordinaire. My last thought before dozing off is, "What a
relief to be back to a somewhat familiar territory! Beginning last
Thursday, right up to a couple of hours ago, it's been bizzaro-land right
from the time Willie picked me up at my condo, in the housekeeper's car no
less. What a dizzying ride it's been though! Whoa..." and then I experience
a wonderful night of peaceful, contended sleep. In the morning, laying in
bed next to sleeping Willie, I admire the ocean view again, still feeling
great after last nights sex. Thinking back on it has me fondling the
semi-boner I woke-up with and wondering: if I were straight, would I enjoy
sex as much as I enjoy gay sex? No way to know that of course, but I have a
strong sense that straight sex couldn't be any better than this, and the
chance of it even being as good, is doubtful. Guess that's not fair since
I'm slightly prejudice in that regard. All I know for sure is that I'm
contented, sex-wise, and overall too. If I had my druthers, it would be
Robby laying next to me, of course, but few things are perfect.

Feeling fingers playing with the hairs at the back of my head tells me
Willie's awake. We've switched places in bed so that now I'm on the side
closest to the balcony with my back to Willie. He's running the palm of his
hand over the hairs, such as they are, on top of my fucked-up flattop. He
says, "You have the most beautiful hair, Dylan, especially when the sun's
shining on it." I murmur, "Thanks," and he adds, "Yeah, I was thinking that
very thing yesterday on the beach, oooh, your hair's so soft, and full
too. You're lucky." Rustling around in bed to face Willie, I rub his hair,
saying, "You too, dude... we're both lucky. Now, if I could just find the
right hair stylist, I'd be be golden." He looks hurt, "That wasn't all my
fault! How'd I know that old bat couldn't cut a flattop?" Smiling, I say,
"Yo, I'm kidding. And I don't really care that girls that have mocked my
haircut behind my back." He knows I'm just screwing around, so he pretends
to be serious when he says, "Yeah, but how 'bout the boys mocking that
funny haircut behind your back, do ya care about them?" For a second I'm
taken in, and ask, "What boys? When did you see...?" then realize he's just
breaking my balls, so stop, and say, "Fuck 'em!" Willie gets his arm around
my neck and pulls my head to his, kissing my forehead; then he mutters in
my ear, "Didn't you mention something last night about you fulfilling your
'topping' responsibilities this morning?" Jesus, he smells good! Not his
morning breath, I can't smell that yet... it's his personal scent that's
wafting up from under the covers from when he wrestled my head over to his,
that's what got my attention. Sexy! I move my lower body over so my dick is
pressed against his, and say, "Oh, yeah... I do remember something like
that now that ya mention it." He goes, "So... what ya gonna do about it?" I
say, "Hmmm, should we maybe use the bathroom first, and then see what
pops-up?"
 He's hugging me against his body going, "Mmmmm! I love how you feel, your
body is so, um... perfect and sexy!" Faking sincerity, I ask, "Could you be
a little more articulate about how perfect I am?" He kisses me a long wet
kiss on my cheek, then says, "Yes I could, but you'd get embarrassed, and
I'd probably embarrass myself too, so I won't."

Ya know, it feels really good to be adored by someone... good for one's
self confidence at the very least. And that's true even when you can't
return the sentiment and be wholly honest about it. But still, I say in the
most sincere way possible, "You're pretty awesome yourself, Willie." Then,
in a matter-of-fact manner, I add, "Let's use the bathroom first; brush our
teeth and pee, and all that... and then, um, jump back in bed for some
early morning buddy sex to get the day off on the right foot." He goes,
"What'll we do after that?" I go, "Well, how 'bout we take a shower, then
breakfast, then down to the beach." Willie's like, "How about we do the bus
tour thing before the beach?" Willie mentioning a bus tour brings to mind
Robby again because of all the tours he's been on during his Grand Canyon
vacation. Robby wants me to love him and him only, and I do, but can't I
mess around a little without getting a touch of guilt?  Damn, wish I didn't
have such an active conscience! Trying to stay focused on the moment, I
say, "Oh, okay, the Key West bus tour, good idea. So, first we'll use the
bathroom, then we'll hop back in bed to do some nasty sex, then we'll do
the other stuff. After that it's your turn to fulfill your
responsibilities, then another shower and then Duval street." With a big
smile on his face, Willie goes, "And then it's your turn again, right?" Ha
ha... well, we did go three long days without sex; we're just trying to
catch-up. Jeez, in his unique way he's very attractive, I gotta admit that,
but why should that surprise me? I mean, we were boyfriends in puppy love
for almost two years. To Willie's playful suggestion that we have sex
morning, noon, and night, I say, "Exactly!" and like little kids we jump
out of bed, both of us still wearing the girl's panties Willie held up last
night, and run into the bathroom to pee together in the toilet, my dick
looking like a little boy's dick next to Willies... then we wash our face
and hands stupidly fast, giggling, doing a little grab ass... then turn on
our toothbrushes and splattering toothpaste all over the place while
brushing our teeth, then rinse out and sprint back to the bedroom and dive
into bed to quickly get under the covers, face to face, with big goofy
smiles on our faces... who says we're immature?!

After a second of staring at each other, I ask, "How the fuck old are we
anyway?" and Willie says, "Old enough," then he asks, "Are we ready yet?" I
go, "Hey! Wait just a damn minute, aren't you suppose to be in charge of
this show? You know, like you were on all our other dates?" I was kidding
around, but Willie gives a serious answer, "Yeah, but I fucked that up and
lost you in the process, so how 'bout we see how this works out." Uh oh,
too serious; so, to get nutty, I talk in a little kid's voice, shouting,
"NO! You be in charge of the show!" and Willie picks-up on it, and shouts
back in my face, "NO! You!" and I start to yell back, "NO! Yo.." but we
start wrestling in bed before I can finish that, our nearly naked bodies
rubbing together, the silk girlie panties helping of dicks get
hard. Willie's stronger than me, but he holds back to keep it even until
out mouths are together, then his tongue's in my mouth and all wrestling
activities comes to an abrupt end. I don't know how far away Willie's
attempted suicide is in his mind, but for me it's faded a lot, and I know
it probably shouldn't be that way because of the magnitude of it, but it's
fading away for me. That's one of the advantages of being a teenager, you
can let stuff go and move on 'cause there's a lot of life left to live; at
least I'm able to do that. On the other hand, there's a lot of things that
aren't an advantage about being a teenager, but I'm training myself to
concentrate more on the positives then the negatives. Making-out with boys
is one of the real treats of my life, for one. While making-out I can
forget about current problems or difficult situations I've been through and
enjoy the taste and feel and smell of another boy. That's what I'm doing
now, and it occurs to me that while there are a few boys I'd rather be
doing this with, there aren't many. I can't somehow discard the good times
Willie and I have had together... stuff like that is meaningful to me, and
Willie's basically a good person. He's had to overcome a very different set
of handicaps than, say Connor has, but in Willie's life his troubles are as
major to him as the ones in Connor's life are to Connor. It's hard to feel
sympathy for someone with money, of course; but money can't buy happiness
and that's not just some bullshit figure of speech... I'm of the opinion
it's a fact of life.

But right now Willie's sucking on my tongue and he has his hand inside my
panties playing with my hardening dick, so any philosophical musings are
pushed from my mind in favor of concentrating on Willie and me. My hands
are all over his head, my fingers running through his hair, gentle applying
downward pressure on his head at the same time. Being a clever boy, Willie
gets the message and, with one last suck on my upper lip, his head then
slips under the covers. The hand in my panties pulls the silky thing down
under my nuts, and his lips are quickly on the head of my cock. Willie
sucks cock like he's sucking a hard candy lollypop; there's lots of warm,
juicy saliva involved as he puts in motion his lips, tongue, and
cheeks... his whole mouth gets moves, and my hand goes to the back of his
head to hold it steady as my hips start gently bucking... my cock getting
harder and harder and harder. The third hip thrust pushes my cock past his
gag reflex area and I press my crotch against his face sliding my cock into
his throat. I'm holding his face against my crotch with both hands now,
moving my hips and making "Mmmm, mmm, mmm...." sounds, biting my bottom
lip. When he struggles a little, I pull back and it feels just as good
sliding my cock back out of his throat as it did sliding it in. I'm taking
deep breaths, my shoulders shuddering; Willie's breathing loudly through
his nose, back to sucking my lollypop cock. Oh man!

There's got to be precum by now, which is probably what the slurping sounds
from Willie is all about. My sloppy boner is pushed out of his mouth by his
tongue and he goes at my balls, licking and sucking, and when he gets both
balls in his mouth I'm getting close to blowing my morning load, but Willie
spits my balls out before that happens and comes up for air. His head pops
out of the covers, a grin on his face, precum around the edges of his
lips. My head drops down so our lips can meet and we do a long wet kiss,
after which I lick his lips free of precum and then lick all over his face;
his eyes close and he holds his head in position as I lap at it like a dog
licks it's owner's face. The sides of our faces come together, we hug
tightly as I lick his ear and suck his earlobe. Our bodies are constantly
in motion pushing against one another and I feel the wet head of his long
boner rubbing across my belly button. "Suck my cock, Dylan," he says with a
gasp, and it's my turn to go under the covers to take his cock in my
mouth. Willie does the same thing I did, cupping the back of my head and
pushing his cock down my throat. He fucks my throat, a little roughly and
out of control, making desperate, "Un, un, un," sounds with each thrust and
I feel his cock head expand just before the gush of cum floods my
throat. Pulling back so the next shot of spunk hits inside my mouth, but
his cock comes all the way out and I take the stream of cum off my left
cheek. I fumble it back in my mouth just in time for a nice spurt of cum
which I swish around in my mouth, then my tongue laps at the pee slit of
his cock. More cum drools out and now I get my lips around the head and
suck cum from his balls causing Willie to thrash around on the bed holding
my head with both hands. When his balls are dry he lays back and lets me
lick his cock and balls as he takes deep breaths and rubs my shoulders.

My cock is leaking because sucking cock gets me almost as hot as having my
own cock sucked. I truly believe I could bring a spontaneous orgasm on
myself by continuing to suck his cock, but I want to save my load for his
ass. Willie gets a hand under my chin and one at the back of my head
pulling up gently so I come out from under the covers and he licks all
around my mouth, cleaning his spunk from my face. Then we're hugging again,
laying back on the bed with me on top of Willie. He's got a nice body to
lay on; it's a slightly taller, stronger body than mine, but our parts fit
together great. His chest is still heaving and his heart's pounding
quickly... mine too. My hard boner points up between us, feeling snug and
comfortable and happy for now. It'd probably be a little frustrating to be
this close to orgasm and not quite getting over the top, except I know I'll
be fucking Willie soon enough and so I'm good with the blue balls for now;
anticipation's a very sexy thing, actually. Willie's slowing running the
palms of his hands over my back, and then down to squeeze my ass cheeks,
and then up my sides. He's got his breath back now, "That was sweet,
baby... an uber sweet climax in your mouth. Thank you for that." The sides
of our faces are together again, so I quietly say in his ear, "Your cock is
very tasty, so I need to say thank you too," and lift my head to kiss his
lips... very nice lips to kiss. As a matter of fact, he's a very sexy gay
boy... very! We lay together like that until it it becomes too sticky with
perspiration between our bodies, and of course the little cum droolings
from Willie's pecker. and a few precum drippings from mine too. Willie and
I, Robby and me too, have been known to get a tad raunchy once in
awhile... that's cool occasionally. This morning though, I roll off of him
and stroke my softening cock a few times 'cause that always feels good. It
makes me wonder once more: was I really born with a slightly higher
sex-drive then most. Of course, if that's so, it begs the question: how'd I
last seventeen years without any sex? Well, there was that mysterious
erotic dream I had for a number of years until I finally ran into fat Carl
and then, once he fucked me, the dream stopped. Coincidence? No way!

Laying side by side, Willie says quietly, "This is how I visualized our
trip Dylan, but all that terrible stuff kept happening to us; it's like I'm
jinxed... that's what it seemed liked, anyway. But now, even after my
stupid, you know... um, balcony thing, we're fulfilling some of my dreams."
I go, "Yeah, but this is just some friendly buddy-sex between you a me, you
know that, right?" He turns his head to look at me, and says, "Yes, I know!
You tell me that enough times, how could I not know?" Then, when I look at
him questioningly, he goes, "I'm sorry if that sounded like whining, or too
snippy. I didn't mean to whine. Is it okay with you if I at least pretend
it's more than just friendly buddy-sex?" I say, "Don't act pitiful,
Willie... you are not pitiful! You'll have boyfriends crawling all over you
in you're first week at Cornell." He rolls his eyes, mumbling, "Hope so..."
and then he chuckles, and adds, "Have you ever thought of transferring to
Cornell?" But he asks that in an amusing manner, already knowing my
answer. But I go, "NO!" anyway, and to soften my response follow that up by
pinching his cheeks together with my thumb and forefinger, adding, "You'd
be too hard to resist. If I were around you all the time I might not be
able to." I'm lying about that, but Willie can use some help with his
self-image, and what's the harm. He smiles, saying, "I don't believe you,
but I'm going to tell myself you mean it anyway," and he pinches my cheeks
like I did to him, saying, "You're so fuckin' cute it should be against the
law!"

That leads to more verbal nonsense with me saying, "If you think I'm cute
now, you should see me with a good haircut," and instead of being offended,
Willie kids me by saying, "I don't believe I've ever seen you with a good
haircut," and I think of Robby cutting my hair, and laugh at that, letting
Willie think I'm laughing at what he said. My response is, "That's because
my ex-boyfriend used to be in charge of selecting barbershops for me," and
then we leave the haircut topic to reminisce about some of our adventures
together, laughing about the time we both ended up naked in hammocks for
some macho gay club. "Which I got us out of," Willie reminds me. He doesn't
bring up the block parties we used to go to in Cambridge because they've
dumped him in connection with the prep school fiasco, but most of our other
'dates' get mentioned, and there are many although only the good parts are
highlighted. Truth is we used to have strong disagreements about aspects of
certain dates that seem silly to me now, two years later, but why rehash
those things? Keep it positive! I can see Willie loosening up more, sheding
his troubles, and I'm encouraged by this. Also, I need to give him credit
for being resilient. Between the prep school meltdown, all the problems we
had during the first two days of this trip, his father's delightful first
FedEx message, and his aborted dive into oblivion over the balcony, it's
been a long, drawn-out struggle for him, and during the past few months as
well. Looking closely at his excited, boyish face as he recounts good
things from our past together, I feel compassion for him, and a love
too... a friendship love, and it makes me think of Jersey boy's unrequited
love for Sandy, and the way Sandy felt about Jersey boy too... and so,
metaphorically speaking, I'm going to stay-up with him all night, 'cause I
know how to save a life. Corny maybe, but there you have it. I intend for
Willie and me to be lifelong friends, with the important word in that
statement being, "friends".

Finally finished our trip down memory lane, we're both in a nice mood
grinning and feeling good about ourselves. Let's face it, lack of money
prevents most nineteen year old boys the opportunity to experience some of
the things Willie and I did together, and most nineteen year old boys
aren't as sexually active as we are so they wouldn't engage in the wild sex
Willie and I have worked our way through over the years even if they did
have money. I'm not bragging about it because I had very little to do with
it except go along for the ride. Willie had the money, and I was born a
sexual creature, as I may have mentioned a thousand times or so. It's just
the way it is; and so we're feeling good laying in this oversized bed
together in this luxury suite with the ocean pounding the beach a hundred
yards away. We're kind of looking at each other with shiny eyes indicating
we're ready for a little more adventure Willie leans in, and with our noses
rubbing and his lips brushing mine, he says, "Would you give me a hickey,
Dylan? I've never had one." I murmur, "What a coincidence, you've never had
a hickey and I've never given anyone a hickey... let's try it," but we kiss
instead, which leads to a major make-out session that has us wrestling
around in bed like two sex-starved boys. It's a rough make-out with lots of
bodily contact creating hard boners; two of them. I manage eventually, with
the help of Willie, to get him in a semi-immobile situation within my arms
and legs; and imitate him, saying, "Get your head over to the side," as I
tighten my arm around his neck. He struggles a little, but then does as I
say and I lick his neck near his shoulder and proceed to suck, lick, and
kiss a hickey there. Willie smells and taste good, and I like that he's
being docile for me, so it's a very hot time.  It's kind of a rush
actually, a very different feeling from getting a hickey, although it's not
as sexually exciting as when I'm being the docile one. Still, it's not bad
at all and I can appreciate the attraction of being dominant to my sex
partner... it's hot and fun and, like I said, it's giving me a rush and my
cock's nice and hard against the silk panties of his left buttocks. We're
both sweating from the rough wrestling and it's altogether a very sexy
situation for me.

Sliding my hand down his stomach a little, bumping into his the wet head of
his boner that's sticking up past the waistband of his pair of girlie
panties, gets me even hotter and more excited. My fist goes around his cock
stroking it as Willie moans, "Ooh, please don't, Dylan or I'll cum too soon
again..." More of a whiny moan than anything else, and it intensifies my
feeling of being dominant over him... precum from my cock wets his panties
as his precum drools over my fist. Taking my lips from his hickey, I say,
"Shut up, and pull your panties down," and it makes me grin just saying
that. This is fun! As he's squirming to get a hand around to his backside,
he says, "My hickey hurts, are you almost done with it?" I suck on it hard,
trying not to giggle, then let-up, muttering, "No, halfway there," and then
chuckle. Willie laughs too, and says, "Getting even, huh?" I go, "Uh huh,"
and suck some more until he's really squirming in my tight arm hold.  God,
the aroma off his body has got me so fuckin' hot I can't wait any longer,
gotta get my cock up his ass. "Fuck me..." he grunts while trying to get
his hand back around after pulling his panties down. He wants to stroke
himself. I let go of his throat to grab his wrist, muttering, "Oh, no ya
don't."

Willie's moving his head around and the soft hairs at the back of his head
feel so nice on my face as I'm reaching between us, positioning my cock at
his asshole. Willie feels that and humps backwards with his hips impaling
himself on my cock. It's three inches up his ass just like that, and at the
same time we both go, "Ahhhh... oooh!" Willie could break out of my grasp
anytime he wants to, but he apparently doesn't want to. Our sweaty body and
limbs are plastered together as I grit my teeth and push my cock up his
tight hole, and it is really tight too. He's been fucked many times in the
distant past by Larry and, to a lesser degree, Carl. But, since then,
except for me fucking him a few days ago, I'm betting no one else has done
him.  His hole loosens up by the time I've got my boner totally inside him,
as asses will do. I pull out almost all the way before sliding back up his
ass slowly with Willie quietly moaning, "Oooh, yes, oooh ah ah". Then I do
quick short rabbit humps. Man, this feels sooo good. Pulling all the way
out, I take a page from Willie's sex manual, saying, "Get around here and
suck my cock," which he does amazingly quickly. Jeez, his lips are on my
cock and he hungrily sucks on it, taking it further and further into his
mouth until it's in his throat and he does swallowing action with his
throat muscles as my balls push up toward the top of my scrotum with me
gulping and gasping, blinking my eyes as I push his head away, muttering,
"I wanna cum up his ass". Willie's face is flush, precum on his lips, as
his eyes travel to mine questioningly. I go, "Oh, sorry for the abrupt
withdrawal, but I almost blew my load." He nods his head looking at me, and
I try getting myself back in a dominant frame of mind. The best I can come
up with is, "Lay on your stomach, I'm going to fuck you with me laying on
your back." He gets on his hands and knees, his eight inch boner hard and
inviting, but the urge is on me to feel my cock in his ass again, so as
soon as he's on his stomach, his ass poking up off the bed, I get between
his legs and push the head of my cock inside his anus and, ohhh boy, that
feels good! Willie mutters a quiet, "Ow," as I lean over with a hand
resting on the mattress, one on either side of his chest, and slowly lay
down on him with my cock sliding up inside him. It's a relatively short
ride down to lay on his back and squirm my hips around getting my dick up
his ass as far as I can. "Oooooo," comes from Willie as I lay on him with
the side of my face against the side of his. He lifts his head up a little
as my hips lift up pulling my cock out, and then slide it back inside him;
the going is smooth now. Willie blows a lot of air out between closed lips,
mumbling, "Starting to feel really good, baby..."

Realizing I've been holding my breath, I do a long exhale and the hump his
ass for about thirty seconds. Lifting up off his back now, I say, "On your
hands and knees, Willie... let me see how that feels." He complies without
complaint and I get up on my knees to plow his ass a few times in that
position, then stand-up with my knees bent and grab his hips to really fuck
him hard and fast. We're both sweating, which just adds a bit more to the
heat of this fuck. Willie's head's hanging between his arms as he arches
his back grunting, "Ahh, ahh," with each quick penetration. For me it's a
super-hot change of pace and my balls are back up to the top of my scrotum,
heavy and hard and ready to blow. Willie goes off first though; he starts
bucking back into my thrust, one hand on his cock stroking it, then lets
out a long "AAAGGGHHH!" and fires cum onto the bed as I close my eyes and
concentrate on the sensations all around my pelvic area. Sharp, almost
painful sensations like shooting electrical shocks... and then I climax in
Willie's ass. It's a long stream of spunk which feels so good I get a
little wild and my cock flaps out of his rectum and the second shot of
spunk streaks across his back as I'm stroking my cock in a tight fist
getting two more good spurts of cum to splatter off his buttocks before
guiding my boner back up his ass again. It slides in easily, slushin'
around in my first big shot of creamy spunk. Oooh, it feels good riding his
asshole, Willie's whimpering while going down on his elbows, keeping his
ass up high for me to fuck. But, ya know, it's a fleeting thing, orgasms;
they don't last nearly as long as you'd like them too, and it's Willie's
second one of the morning, so he's more or less spent. I'm pretty spent
myself as well so pull out watching my cum drip out of Willie's
ass. Interesting! Sex is interesting and very animalistic too, primitive
even. Nothing's changed since the emergence of Homo sapiens who branched
off from our common ancestors the friggin' chimpainzes about six million
years ago. Hell, what am I saying, the pre-humans were doing the same thing
as far back as evolution goes! That's a weird thing to think of; it's odd
imagining pre-humans doing the same thing we just did. We'll, assuming
there were homosexual pre-humans, that is. Certainly the hetero crowd did
it the same way back then, same as it's done today. Natures weird, but
consistent, ya know? I guess, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," is
Nature's motto.

Laying on the bed next to Willie with him collapsing down next to me,
muttering, "That was great, Dylan," then a hesitation, before asking,
"Which position do you like best, top or bottom?" I go, "What do you
think?" and he says, "Bottom, right?" I say, "Yeah, it's my favorite, but
fucking that great ass of yours is pretty hot too." He thinks for a second,
then says, "Both top and bottom are super, and I used to like bottom better
when I was younger, but now the top is my favorite, so we're a good match,
right?" I go, "Yeah, I guess, but it's cool we can enjoy both." Willie
turns to look at me, saying, "I think we need a shower," and that's what we
do together. Damn big shower with all those shower heads pouring water down
on us as we wash each other... awesome! It's great being sexually
satisfied. It's relaxing, no tension, a free-falling feeling; not that
being horny is a problem, I would miss that something awful too, but it's
also nice feeling satisfied. After helping each other dry off, we dress in
shorts, T-shirts, and sandals; then, grinning at each other, pleased with
ourselves again, we head for the elevator, hungry now. During breakfast
Willie's in a good, upbeat mood talking about his up-coming summer
vacation, and then Cornell University in the fall. Going away to college is
exciting and I think back on my first year at Merrimack, pleased with it;
but still, it maybe didn't quite live up to the expectations I'd built-up
in my mind, all last summer. Built how great it was going to be too much,
and that sounds like what Willie's doing, but why burst his bubble. There's
a lot of studying involved with the college experience and it tends to get
in the way of having fun at times.  Ha ha, of course, the study part is the
main idea in the first place, but it's not what I thought about when
contemplating it last summer. After breakfast we buy tickets for 'Old Town
Trolley Tours' and read the brochure while waiting outside for the trolley
to stop at our resort.

Not really interested in the brochure, I glance around and, oh my! Sitting
on a bench across from me is a boy who looks French to me, and his
parents. Why do I say he looks French? Hmmm?  Well, there are a number of
possibilities, actually. His parents, for one thing, are overdressed for a
bus tour of Key west, and the boy's shorts are too short, which in this
case is a good thing considering the great legs on this kid. Thin thighs
with nicely curved, almost hairless, calves and, oops... he's wearing very
un-American looking tennis shoes too... big feet. Also, the short sleeves
of his too-pressed polo-shirt are shorter than normal. The boys got nice
arms too, not that that makes him French, but he's got a silk-looking scarf
tied around his neck and that's definitely not something an American
teenager would wear. Willie's studying the brochure, muttering, "According
to this we can hop off the bus at any stop, and get back on a later bus to
continue the tour; they run every twenty minutes or so." I go, "Uh huh,"
and he asks, looking at me, "Ya wanna get off at the aquarium?" I go, "Huh?
Oh yeah, aquariums are cool," and then I go back to scrutinizing the French
boy. Willie returns to his scrutiny of the brochure. This French kid is
being very passionate about whatever he's telling his parents. He's got
excellent eye contact all the way around; the parents appear very
interesting in what he's saying. The boy has a very expressive face with
vivid hazel colored eyes and shiny dark brown, long, wavy hair. His long
hair is parted on the left side; a ruler-straight part from forehead all
the way along the top of his head. Beautiful skin clarity too, it has a
pale olive tone... he's handsome in the extreme! Willie interrupts my
ogling again, "Hey Dylan, we just gotta get off the trolley at the Key West
Shipwreck Treasure Museum too, see what the pirates stole," to which I
murmur, trying to match Willie's enthusiasm, "Great! That sounds uber
interesting," and go back to my French boy again. He has this sophisticated
manner about him that's hard to put into words, and there's this sexually
attractiveness to him with his flaring little nostrils as he
talks. Absolutely flawless facial symmetry too: it starts with thin
eyebrows over large shiny hazel eyes that I now notice have flecks of amber
in them. Below the eyes is a thin nose, then sensuous lips, and then his
cute boyish chin. I'd guess he could be anywhere from sixteen to twenty-one
years old, although his face is so smooth I can't believe he shaves
yet. Then, there's his smile, which is awesome! His whole face lights up as
he and his parents laugh quietly about whatever it is he's saying. The
parents appear totally charmed by this kid and I can see why. There's a
dignity about him that belies his youthfulness and that's slightly
intimidating to me; but still, I must find a way to strike-up a
conversation with him. The French boy has a, 'je ne sais quoi'' quality
that I've read about, but never quite knew what it was until now... it's
this French kid, he's dripping with it. Like I said, a handsome boy as
opposed to the way Robby's cute, for example. But, how can I get to talk to
him, assuming he speaks English, that is.

Here comes the tour bus now; it's designed to look like a trolley, but it's
actually a bus. Willie elbows me, saying, "Here it comes, Dylan," as if I
can't see for myself. We get up and I rudely step in front of an older
couple so I can get right behind the French boy who's politely waiting for
his parents to go first, and now I'm close enough to hear his lyrical voice
as he speaks quietly to his parents in French. Oh man, he's something
special all right! Then, on the bus, the boy greets the lady bus driver
with a big smile and beautifully accented English... awesome! I lean closer
trying to detect a scent from him but am unsuccessful with that, although I
am successful in faking clumsiness on the last step, falling against
him. Taut body under my hands, as I grope his waist. He turns his head to
politely, and with a grin says, "Pardon," as if he's the one who
stumbled. I blush while trying to say something back to him, but he turns
around and follows his parents down the aisle. Didn't I hear somewhere that
French people are rude? Not this Frenchman; to his back, I manage to say,
"No, my fault, sorry," and he turns his head to look at me, giving me a
quick smile, but doesn't say anything more. His parents take a seat halfway
down the trolley, The seats are for two people so the boy sits in the seat
behind them next to a woman who's turned around talking to two woman in the
seat behind her. The French kid is sitting on the aisle so I lead Willie to
one row back of him, on the other side of the aisle, asking Willie, "Would
you like the window seat?" He goes, "Yeah, thanks, Dylan," and I smile to
myself 'cause I've got a perfect view of the French boy from my aisle seat,
screw the sights of Key west. The bus finally pulls away from the Reach
Beach resort and the lady bus driver begins her canned presentation about
the sights of interest we're driving by while I stare at Frenchy. He's not
talking with his parents now and I notice a habit he has; he smells the
back of his wrist while rubbing his nose with it; I saw him do this on the
bench a little while ago too. A little later the tip of his pink tongue
comes out and licks the top part of his wrist where it bends, and then he
rubs that across his nose inhaling the scent... a bit odd. I saw him do
this a couple of times on the bench too; it was when his father interrupted
French boy's excited recitation, so it's obviously a habit of his. It's
like his own scent turns him on; a little weird, but I'd love, love, love
to smell that wrist of his myself, with or without the spit. He's like too
good to be true... he's delicious and I'm so lucky he's on our tour!
Without realizing it I'm getting a semi boner in my pants just watching
this kid; he's so damn sexy! Adjusting my crotch while's Willie's
whispering to me as the bus drivers droning presentation continues. Willie
says, "The aquarium is the next stop, so we'll get off there and catch the
next bus, okay?" Dammit! I don't want to get off for some friggin'
aquarium, I'd rather look at my French boy. As I'm trying to think of a
reason for not visiting the aquarium the French boy begins picking his
nose, my eyes get bigger and bigger in disbelief. He's digging openly with
his index finger up one nostril like he's in his bedroom alone, or
something.  This is so out of character, I mean, so opposite of everything
else about him. I'm willing him to stop, and then he sticks his finger in
his mouth and I gasp. Willie asks, "What's wrong, Dylan? Are you alright?"
I go, "Um, yeah, ah, I got a cramp in my foot, but I'm good now." Just like
that, all my fantasies about the French boy are out the friggin' window;
jeez, that was gross! Damn, what an enormous disappointment! I guess he was
too good to be true. As we come up to the aquarium stop I'm pulling on
Willie's arm, saying, "Come on, let's go, dude...  we'll look at some
fishes." Walking by the French kid I don't even glance down at him; he's
off my radar screen now... off it big time. I mean, I was fantasizing a
real French kiss with that French boy, but not now with a booger in his
mouth!

I'm shaking my head trying to get the picture of that adorable French boy
eating his boogers out of my brain. Man! It's weird though how I'll suck a
cock that's been up my ass, but won't kiss a uber cute French boy, in my
mind, after he's eating his booger. Hmmm? Oh well, Willie hadn't observed
any of it and I think about telling him, but without him seeing how hot the
French boy was, the irony would be lost in the telling. Glancing around for
another boy to ogle confirms that there aren't any other teenagers on the
tour; well, except for Willie and me. Younger kids with parents, but mostly
old and older adults. Betcha Robby and Dodger will say the same about the
tours they're on in Arizona. Then, hahaha... I think what Dodger would have
done if he saw Frenchy eating his boogers! Oh my gawd, and
chuckle. Willie's like, "What's so funny, Dylan?" and I go, "Oh, I just
thought of a joke a friend of mine told me," and I tell Willie the joke
about the nun joining the no-talking-allowed retreat, and he gets a good
laugh at the punch line. That, unfortunately, was the highlight of the
aquarium visit. This aquarium can't compare to Boston's, but we had to take
a look. We also take a look at the Ghost & Gravestone stop, the Mallory
Square Marketplace stop, the Key West Shipwreck Museum stop, and a few
others. We did the whole sightseeing bit, and it was interesting; a little
drawn-out, but okay. At the marketplace stop Willie wants to try the
bizarre ice cream flavors offered at one stand. It's still morning so I
pass on ice cream, but watch Willie as he ordered his. There's some
discussion between Willie and the strange dude dipping out the ice cream
cones. After a bit Willie comes over to me without a cone, so I ask, "What
was that all about?" and he says, "Well, the counterman there got overly
concerned when I didn't like the taste of the ice cream I ordered. I tried
the chicken and rice flavor and, yuck!" Chicken and rice? What the...? I
look over at the counterman, who has an unusually long neck with a narrow
head and very small facial features. Sorta like an over-sized thumb
sticking out of his shoulders. I go, "Huh!" and Willie says, "Yeah, that
weirdo took the cone back from me when I complained and used his lizard
tongue to lick all around the ice cream where I'd just licked, his Adams
apple bobbing like a toy boat in the bathtub; then with a smile, the weirdo
offered to exchange it for a beans and bacon flavored ice cream but I said
no thanks, and when he tried handing my original cone back to me, I said no
thanks to that too. Four-fifty for that goddamm thing!" I couldn't think of
anything to say to that, so Willie adds, "Yeah, he was trying to pick me
up, obviously," and, holding back my chuckling, we drifted back to the
trolley/bus. Willie thinks everyone's gay here.

Interesting, but strange... the counterman reminded me of the geeks you can
sometimes run into on the boardwalk. Anyway, after our tour, which
eventually returned us to where we started, The Reach Beach Resort; we
change for the beach then in good moods we mock the thumb-headed counterman
and make-up bizarre ice cream flavors of our own. Down at the edge of the
beach, one of the beach boys hooked us up with beach chairs and we go in
the ocean to cool off. This is more like the vacation I expected when
contemplating this Key West trip. The waters warm, and the sands soft, and
the suns shining brightly with a slight cooling breezes and it's fun riding
the waves in. Still no boys of interest to ogle, but after the French boy
disaster I'm 'off' boy-watching for the moment. When we're ready for it,
Dominic, Pedro's brother, takes our lunch order and I ask for a blood
Mary... just to try one. Willie goes, "Oh, I'll have one too," and Dominic
rolls his eyes, saying, "Just one!" Then he asks for Willie's ID. Willie
shows him the ridiculous fake drivers license that claims he's twenty-five
and Dominic grins, but says nothing. When he goes off to place our order, I
say, "Yo, Willie... um, I thought you said you're never drinking alcohol
again!" He goes, "I meant, in excess," and I go, "Oh!" Ha ha. The bloody
Mary is hot, as in ultra spicy, and I think Dominic did that on
purpose. Still, it was okay and we forced them down in between bites of our
lunch. After lunch Willie went on line to connect with other Cornell
freshman and I call my homeboys. Chubby was hung-over from a party at Mary
Jo's place last night and was cranky because of it. I got him laughing
though by telling him about the thumb-headed counterman and the bizarre ice
cream flavors, and I did so without mentioning Willie by name because
Chubby don't like him. Of course he doesn't know this version of Willie,
but it'd probably be useless to try to convey the difference, so I don't
try. Hell, I don't like Mary Jo but that doesn't stop Chubby from
mentioning her ever two minutes. Anyway, we're good, Chubby and me. He even
used the love word when saying goodbye. Of course, I used it about ten
times when telling Chubby how much I miss him. Connor's working so I just
left a short message wishing him well and telling him I can't wait to get
together with him at Merrimack. After I left the message I worry that it
might be misinterpreted by Connor as meaning more than I intended. Nothing
to be done about that now though, the message's already recorded. Oh well.

Then I even called Cory Dunlevy, but had to leave a message there too. I
just said, "Greetings from Key west, Florida, dude. Get ready for some
bowling when I get back!" He's a good kid. I saved Robby for last and
wander down the beach to call him. Dodger answers, saying, "Hi, ya hot
shit. I stole Robby's cell phone 'cause I knew you'd be calling... he
thinks he lost it." I go, "How come he doesn't call me?" and Dodger says,
"Because I stole his stupid cell phone, I just told ya that." He starts to
say something else, but I interrupt, "Where's Robby, Dodger?" He says, "In
the pool with a kid he made friends with; we're all around the pool. Hot as
hell here." I ask, "You went to the Grand Canyon to sit around a pool all
day?" He goes, "I wish! Nah, everyday we see the sights. This morning we
were at the Flagstall Arboretum..." I ask, "How was that?" and he goes, "In
a word... boring!" Chuckling at his emphasis on the word 'boring', I ask,
"Ya getting any sex in Arizona?" He says, "Only from Robby; the kid I made
friends with that first day has gone. He gave good head, although I
couldn't get him to do anything else." Chuckling again, I say, "Well,
there's always Vinnie. Ya talking to him recently?" It's Dodger's turn to
chuckle now, "Ha! He calls me twice a day; no need for me to call him. That
boys gonna pull his dick off from jerking off so much 'cause he misses
me. Ain't that sweet?" I'm thinking way back when Robby and I had to help
Dodger because his dick was so sore he could hardly walk, and that was from
him jerking off six or seven times a day... hee hee. I go, "Who wouldn't
miss you, dude!" Then I'm thinking, "What'd he say about Robby being at the
pool with a friend?". I go, "Hey, what was that about Robby and a friend?"
Dodger laughs and asks, "Jealous? Your jealous!" and I act indignant,
saying, "I am not! Robby and I have a partially open relationship. He can
hook-up with whoever he likes. What's this kid look like anyway?" Dodger
chuckles, then says, "He's hot... very hot, but he's not gay so don't worry
about it. The kid's name is Neil Bender, if you can believe that. He
struck-up a conversation with Robby, not the other way around. You know
Robby's shy around people he doesn't know, but when he gets to know someone
he's himself again. Christ, he had a crush on you for a year before you
approached him about writing for the school paper. He never would have made
the initial contact if you hadn't." I mutter, "Hmmm, guess not. This Neil
character, what's his act if he's not gay? I mean, why's he's sniffing
around Robby all of a sudden, and how do you know he's not gay?"

When Dodger's done giggling, he says, "You're so jealous... now you know
how I feel when you give all your attention to Robby." I go, "Don't be
ridiculous you horny boy, you're too young for me. Now, how do you know
that dork, Neil, isn't gay." Dodger says, "Oh hell, he may be gay, but
since he pays no attention to me I assume he's straight. Dude, I'm as hot a
gay boy as there is and I'm cuter than my brother so why wouldn't Neil, who
has an awesome ass by the way, hit on me if he's gay? Assuming he's
straight is simple deduction!" My response is, "Put your brother on the
phone.  Walk right down to the pool and tell him you found his phone!"
Dodger shouts, "No! Not unless you promise to give me a haircut as soon as
we get back; just you and me." Fat chance of that. Dodger's incorrigible
and he'd have me wrapped around his finger five minutes after we're
alone. He doesn't take "no" for an answer, but I lie and promise to give
him a solo haircut and he does walk down to the pool, as he tells me about
an older boy who he's interested in from their last bus tour.Then, down at
the pool, he stops and goes, "Oops, maybe I was wrong about Neil not being
gay. Him and Robby are gone and they aren't in our room because I just came
from there. I'm like, "Goddammit! Are you breaking my balls or are they
really not here?" Dodger's serious now, "No, they're not here. Let me check
the snack bar." I hear him walking and whistling, the little prick. Well,
he's not little now; he's slightly taller than Robby, who's just a tiny bit
taller than me. "No, they're not here," says Dodger, "but Neil's parents
are. They're sitting at a picnic table with Neil's little sister so that
means the room the Benders are sharing is available. I don't know what room
it is or I'd sneak up there and catch Robby doing the nasty... heehee." My
face is red and I'm pissed, which is stupid because I've been having wild
sex with Willie...  still, I'm pissed and Dodger's right... I'm jealous as
hell! Damn that Robby. Dodger says, "Oh boy... there's that kid I got the
hots for. He's got himself a double-decker, strawberry ice cream cone and
his tongue is awesome. Oh man! I'll talk to you later Dylan," and that he
cuts the connection. Damn! Biting my lower lip I head back to where
Willie's sitting. I need a cigarette...

to be continued...    Donny Mumford at   thinat20@yahoo.com