Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 12:28:14 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  66

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  66


by  Donny Mumford




Connor asks me, "Do you  wanna hang out with me when we get back to the
hotel?" We've just left the gay  club and we're jogging to the car where Robby,
Dodger, and Vinnie are waiting  for us. I grab Connor's arm. "Stop, Connor,
okay? Lets walk, I'm kinda  hammered and tired so I really can't hang out
with you tonight. I'm sorry, but  we'll get together tomorrow, okay?" He
says, "Sure, I understand." Oh fuck, I  feel bad disappointing Connor like that,
but I wouldn't be very good company  tonight. Connor tells me Robby drank
too many shots and threw up, which is  mostly why we're all leaving the club
kinda early. When we get to the car  Vinnie and Dodger are making-out in the
front seat. Connor and I roll our  eyes, then get in the third seat.
Robby's stretched out sleeping on the second  seat. Dodger turns his head looking
at us and he's exasperated, "Damn, you  guys couldn't have given us another
ten minutes?" meaning, I guess, so he  could fuck Vinnie. Vinnie's
embarrassed, yelling, "Dodger!" Dodger laughs and  rubs Vinnie's head, saying, "Don't
be like that, Vinnie. Connor and Dylan know  the score" He starts the car,
asking me, "Where the fuck were you the last  hour or so?" I go, "I don't
know. Lost I guess." He's kinda drunk himself and  he gets us lost on the way
back to the hotel with Vinnie asking, "Why didn't  you turn right like the
GPS told you too?" and Dodger says, "I did turn  right." Vinnie mutters,
"Your other right, Dodger." When Dodger hits a curb  making a turn and after an
argument  Vinnie  takes over the driving  and gets us back safely. I wake
Robby and with him still half asleep and drunk  Connor and I have our hands
full getting Robby to the elevator. This is the  first time we've used the
elevator. We usually take the steps.


We get Robby inside our  room where Connor says, "See ya tomorrow, Dylan,"
then we have a quick kiss  with Connor sort of clinging to me and making me
feel bad again. Chubby's, of  course, not back from his party yet so I plop
Robby on the bed and pull his  shorts and sandals off, then get him under
the covers. He can sleep in his  shirt because I'm too fucked up to get it off
him. I'm barely able to take a  piss and get my own clothes off, then fall
in bed and get under the covers  next to Robby. That last vodka drink kicked
the shit out of me. That thing was  strong. Then, oh fuck, I should have
brushed my teeth and taken a few Tylenol  when I was up. Too late now 'cause
I'm not getting up again. Pulling Robby  against me, I sigh and then it's
lights out for me. Some time during the night  I think I hear Chubby stumbling
around in the dark bumping into things and  cursing quietly, then
snickering. After that, the next thing I know I'm awake  needing to take a piss so bad
I simply have to get out of bed or I'll pee on  the sheets. In the
bathroom, while pissing, I check my watch and see it's a  little after seven
o'clock. I'm not sure what time we got to bed last night,  but this is way too
early to be getting up. I wash my hands and face, brush my  teeth finally, and
then snuggle back under the covers with my boyfriend. Oh  fuck! I forgot to
take Tylenol again. Oh well, it feels too good snuggling in  bed, so I'll
take some later. My mind drifts to the totally unexpected  experience with
Terry last night. Oh man, that was a weirdly hot sexual  encounter, and one I
wouldn't mind doing  again with him. Swishy Terry  easily and confidently
dominated my ass completely, but in a sweet and caring  way. It's like the whole
thing was no big deal to him. He was almost casual  about it, like he just
took it for granted he could fuck me whenever he wanted  to. He actually
said that too, but in a nice way. Huh! I don't know how to  explain it exactly,
but being dominated by an effeminate guy was a totally hot  experience!
Wildly unexpected of course  because he's... well he's swishy  and effeminate,
and he seemed so harmless and forgettable when I first met  him, so him
effortlessly dominating our night together had a impact for me...  like BOOM! He
became amazingly and sexually hot to me.


I drift off to sleep  continuing to be fascinated by Terry's exploits. What
was the turning point  for me? Being drunk didn't help of course. I don't
know, but I'm sure of this:  I'm looking forward to seeing him again. The
next thing I'm aware of is  dreaming about being on a desert island having sex
with someone, or maybe with  two guys, but not being sure who they are. I
know I'm dreaming because I've  had this dream four or five times before. Then
Robby wakes me by  rubbing my head and goosing my ass. I open my eyes and
look at him smiling at  me. "Oh hi, Robby, g'morning." I yawn, and then ask,
"How ya feeling?" He  grins, "I think I'm still a little drunk, so I'm still
feeling okay. Heh heh,  except I'm horny. I woke up with a boner." He
gropes himself, muttering, "Lost  my boner now." I shrug, "Oh, um, huh."  My head
aches and I feel a little  dizzy so my hangover is in full 'fuck-me-up'
mode. That's strange because over  all I don't think I had that much to drink.
Blinking my eyes and then yawning  again, I ask, "What time is it?" Still
groping himself, he picks up my arm and  looks at my wristwatch, "It's almost
ten-thirty." Flopping over on my back I  do a big sigh as Robby gets right
next to me grinning again, "Would you mind  pulling your undies down, Dylan?"
I'm like, "Oh no, not now, Rob," and he nods  his head, "Yep, right now."
He rubs my underpants right on my dick and then  he's rubbing his nose
against my nose and I go, "Robby! Please! I beg you,  brush your teeth! Your
breath smells like a litter box exploded in your  mouth." He laughs, "That's what
it tastes like too. Ha ha, okay," and he gets  out of bed, than staggers a
little, muttering, "Oh, easy does it... heh heh." I  watch him go into the
bathroom, then I look over and see Chubby's sleeping on  the pull out sofa with
his head under the covers. The covers rise a little and  drop a little so
at least he's breathing. What the fuck day is it anyway. I  figure it out and
come up with today being Wednesday. Tomorrow the boys are  going to Disney
World where Robby's hooking up with Danny. Huh. Oh yeah, I'm  suppose to
hook up with Willie on Thursday, and then there's Terry, hmmm. I  grope my
package feeling funny. I'm confused about this whole deal with Terry,  still
trying to think what it was that first got me acting submissive to him.  Can't
think when or why that happened. What did he do, or was it all in my  head.


My thoughts are put on  hold when mint-toothpaste-and-mouthwash-breath
Robby hops back in bed and  breathes in my face, asking, "Better?" I have to
laugh because he is still a  little drunk and acting cutely silly. He looks
cute too. I repeat something he  said to me yesterday, "My body's all yours."
He says, "I know," and he rolls  me away from him, up on my side and pulls my
boxer shorts down off my ass. I  pull them down in front so I don't cum in
them, then pull them back up again  so I will cum in them. Why cum on the
bed? Robby's got an arm over my side  holding me there while his other hand is
busy rubbing his cock around my butt  cheeks and then up my ass crack. His
mouth is on the side of my neck sucking  and licking a hickey and it all
gets pretty fucking sexy. I can easily smell  his personal sexy scent this
morning and it's been sexually arousing to me  from way back when we were giving
each other massages. That was the first  summer I knew him and every
morning we were giving massages before working on  the grass cutting crew. We
started doing that as an excuse to touch each  other. We got very intimate with
the touching as the days went by too. Then  came our first kiss and we've
never looked back. We fell in love quickly,  although Robby realized it before
I did. Now he's giggling and putting his  stiffening cock between my
thighs. I squeeze my legs together so he can  pretend fucking them and soon I feel
his precum on the inside of my legs as it  drools from his now very hard
cock. He's breathing noisily, sounding very  aroused. I look over at Chubby in
the pull out bed, then murmur, "Shhh, Robby,  don't wake Chubby." He
snickers, then says, "It's extra sexy having sex with  him two feet away, huh?" I
don't know about that.


He moves the slippery  head of his boner around my asshole now, getting it
wet and slippery. He pokes  it in the center of my anus and the lips spread
a little, then stretch some  more as I suck on my lips and my dick starts
getting hard. With a gasp from  Robby the head slips right in past my
sphincter and he goes, "Jesus, that went  in easier than I expected." I think, 'Oh
fuck! There's still lube remnants in  my rectum from Terry's condom!' Robby
grunts as he pushes his cock steadily up  my ass making me shudder and moan,
"Ooooh, mmm, Robby," and then glance over  at Chubby sleeping again. Robby's
shaved crouch is soon tight against my  buttocks and then a final hump and,
"Oft," from him. With his fat cock snugly  filling my rectum, Robby goes
back to sucking on the same spot at the side of  my neck, and at the same time
he plays casually with my nipple. The one with  the nip ring and he soon
has my nipple as hard as his dick. He humps against  my buttocks again and
sucks on the red bump that's forming on my neck. The  hickey is getting a raw
feeling to it and beginning to sting as he continues  sucking it.  Being as
quiet as I can be considering the situation, I  start groaning and muttering
that my hickey is really stinging. The stinging  makes me squirm and try
moving away. His free hand grips my head holding it  steady and a leg comes
over mine holding my body still. Then he continues to  suck, suck, suck and
lick, lick, lick on the hickey. Unable to move I get a  claustrophobic attack
for a few seconds struggling desperately, but he's too  strong for me. I'm
immobile with his leg over mine, his hand on my head, and  his arm over my
side holding my body against his. I try one last desperate  struggle, then
there's nothing I can do but give in to his dominant manner.  With my cock
throbbing, I slide into a submissive trance moaning and laying  docile for him
now. He mumbles, "Got'cha now."


His mouth and tongue  and lips make hypnotizing wet sucking sounds as he
raises a significant hickey  before taking his mouth off my throat. He roughly
rubs my head, mumbling,  "There it is, hah! That's a damn good hickey
that'll be around for awhile." He  pushes my head again, then does a few thrust
of his boner up my ass pulling  his cock almost all the way out of my ass,
but the head is swollen now and  while it pulls back the lips of my asshole,
it's doesn't come out. His cock  slides tightly and smoothly back up my ass
assisted by his precum and what's  left of the condom's lubricant from last
night. Then he does it again and I  bite my lip moaning quietly, feeling
awesome. Again the almost total  withdrawal of his boner and then his fat cock
slides back up my rectum as my  shoulders shudders and I moan, "Mmmm, Robby,
umm umm, feels good." He holds my  head in place again and kisses the side
of my face, then whispers, "Be sure  and tell Worthington who gave you this
hickey." That makes me notice the  stinging hickey again, but I don't say
anything until he goes, "Tell him! Okay  Dylan?" I go, "I'll tell him if I see
him again." Robby humps his boner back  and forth hard a few times, then
says, "If you see him again, that's a good  one. Ha!' and he sucks on the
hickey some more as I go deeper into dreamy  submissiveness.


He finally loses  interest in the hickey and after a few more casual trusts
he start steadily  fucking me and I forget all about the stinging hickey
and grovel in the  pleasure of being fucked up the ass. I'm soon humping my
ass back at his  thrust, getting in a rhythm with him. My rectum's alive with
an explosion of  sexual pleasure, my anus' nerve endings sizzling constantly
stimulated by  Robby's smooth moving boner, and my prostate quivers with
pleasure as the  shaft of his cock slides tightly over it, both going in and
coming out.  Robby's scent overwhelms my olfactory system and the feel of his
tight body  colliding with mine increases my sexual arousal until it's the
only thing in  my brain.  His unexpected dominance is so perfect I'm gulping
and gasping  moans of pleasure. The sounds of our bodies smacking against
one another is  thankfully muffled because his cock is out through the fly of
his underwear  and the material deadens the sound of male fucking. That's
the only thing  missing through, and I can hardly believe how fast my orgasm
is  building.

 Chubby sleeping so close to Robby and me having sex is  turning me on even
more. Robby's getting near a climax himself. I can tell  from the increased
speeds and force of his thrusting. I'm squeezing my  buttock's muscles to
increase the sensation in my ass and then I moan Robby's  name in an
embarrassingly high pitched voice and the first squirt of cum  shoots from my
quivering boner. My cock's so hard it's sticking straight  out pushing out the
material of my boxer shorts. That first spurt of cum  spreads out on the
material of my underwear and is followed by a long stream  of spunk saturating my
underpants with creamy cum. With another hard hump of  my hips two more
shots of cum shoot out of my cock and I feel on the verge of  fainting from the
overwhelming sexual sensations bombarding my brain. Nobody  could possibly
experience more intense orgasms than I have. My boner and ass  are a world of
sexual pleasure as my body shakes and I close my eyes  concentrating on how
incredible my climax felt. Another shudder and a moan as  Robby's body
stiffens and he gasps filling my rectum with a long ejaculation  that I feel hit
the walls of my rectum. It's sloppy in my ass now as a whining  desperate
sound comes from Robby while he humps against me again and moans...  I assume
he has himself another nice ejaculation from his nuts. We're deadly  still
for just a second or two and then I feel him shudder against me as he
squeezes me tightly to his chest, his bicep muscle bulging, then he breaths
deeply, sighs, and his body relaxes. Thirty seconds later he flops over on his
back pulling his limp cock from my ass. I fall over on my back next to him.
My  cum-soaked underpants settle down wetly on my belly, cock, and  balls.


We lay like that  without talking, just taking deep breaths. The
indescribable orgasm sensations  and the fleeting feeling right after climax don't
last nearly long enough, but  there's this wonderful feeling after having an
orgasm that's really nice too.  Being sexually satisfied for the moment is
such a relaxing feeling. One last  deep breath and Robby turns his head looking
at me, asking, "How was it for  you?" I grin because he's always looking
for compliments after sex, and he  deserves some too, so I go, "Spectacular,
Rob. You fuck the best and I'm  serious about that, but the hickey you gave
me stings." He goes up on his side  supported by his elbow looking down at me
grinning. "You big baby. It's just a  lover's hickey to help you remember
who your man is." Yep, he's still drunk. I  chuckle muttering, "I like the
sound of that, Rob," and he rubs his hand over  my chest, mumbling, "I know
you do, baby, that's why I said it," then he flops  on his back again, saying,
"Oh fuck, I need more sleep." I'm like, "Let me get  you some Tylenol
before you go back to sleep." I go in the bathroom and look  for the Tylenol in
my toiletry kit. After taking three Tylenol myself, I give  Robby three with
a bottle of water. He swallows them, then closes his eyes,  mumbling, "Thank
you, Dylan. I love you." Okay, I'm very awake now and there's  no way I can
go back to sleep after that hot fuck. Yeah, and it's almost  eleven o'clock
anyway so I might as well get dressed. After some bathroom  activities that
include cleaning Robby's cum off my ass, I get dressed and put  on my cool
Oakley sunglasses, then quietly leave the room without disturbing  my two
sleeping roommates.


In the lobby the  complimentary coffee is cold again, so outside I buy a
paper cup of hot coffee  from the refreshment stand that's open on the beach
side, and walk in the  sand. The bright sun and hot temperature soon gets my
headache pounding again  so I step back under the canopy and sit down trying
to figure out what I want  to do. My minds jumping around a little as I'm
thinking that the problem with  having a good time and escaping reality a
little at night by getting high on  alcohol or drugs but there's always a price
to pay when coming down off  the high the next morning. Then my mind drifts
to how sexually hot Robby was  this morning and how I love him as much as
ever. It'll be me and him facing  life together at some point in our lives,
plus with Chubby in the vicinity,  fer sure. Then I think about Terry and me
last night, and then more  importantly I think about letting down Connor. I
really need to spend some  intimate time with him because I love that kid
and he kinda looks up to me.  I'm so grateful he has Dodger looking out for
him in the Army. Without Dodger  being there I'd be worried sick about Connor
all the time. He's too nice and  trusting for this world, and without Dodger
with him in the Army I'm afraid  people would take advantage of him like
his mother did for most of his first  eighteen years. Oh man, I hate
hangovers, but after drinking some pretty good  coffee I take a chance and light a
cigarette. That gets my head pounding again  so I stub it out as Dodger,
Vinnie, and Connor come outside, each carrying a  cold can of Coke. Connor offers
me some of his and I swallow some cold soda  that seems to calm down my
pounding headache.


I mutter, "Thank,  Connor," handing the Coke can back to him. All three of
them appear in  good shape, as Dodger pats my back and rubs my head,
exclaiming, "Dylan,  buddy! Hey, how's it going, dude?" and they sit down with me
and tells me  about a airboat Everglades tour they we're going on this
afternoon. The three  of them are acting chipper as if they didn't get hammered
last night, although  I know they did. Apparently some guys don't suffer their
hangovers like Robby  and I do. I ask about that and Dodger says, "It's
mind over matter, Dylan.  Ignore the discomfort and concentrate on having some
fun." Vinnie says,  "Dodger's right, it's like with a hangover ya gotta tell
yourself  'strikhedonia'." I nod my head, not having a clue what that
means, and asking  Vinnie, "Why do you use words no one's ever heard of?" He
shrugs, "Because  they're there and it's fun." I go, "Oh, that explains it," and
he goes, "Yeah,  strikhedonia means, 'the pleasure of saying the hell with
it'. I mean, there  isn't a cure for a hangover other that nonalcoholic
liquids and rest, so fuck  it. Like Dodger says, ignore it." I go, "Uh huh,
okay. Good advise. Um,  where's this Everglades tour take place?" Dodger goes,
"Not far from here at  the Sawgrass Recreation Park. It's an airboat ride...
we have a one o'clock  reservation, and only for the six of us. We rented
the whole fucking airboat."  I'm like, "That's cool, mister organizer." He
says, "It was Jeff's idea, he's  the organizer, but yeah it does sounds cool."
Connor says, "We should get  something to eat first, don't ya think?" As I
finish my coffee and they finish  their Cokes, I'm like, "Did ya know my two
roommates are still sleeping?  Should I let them sleep?" We've got mixed
ideas about that, but decide to eat  some breakfast and then decide.

We dump the cans and  my paper cups in the proper recycling bins and walk
along the promenade  looking for a place to have breakfast as the guys are
talking about last night  at the gay club. They get me laughing about some of
the guys who tried to get  them to have a drink, or dance, or go in the
restroom with them. I'm waiting  for someone to ask me about Terry, but no one
does... so that's good. We stop at  a take-out restaurant that makes breakfast
sandwiches on toasted English  muffins. Real fried eggs as opposed to
whatever fast food joints like  McDonalds use as their fried eggs. Also Canadian
bacon and cheese. I put  ketchup, salt and pepper on mine and we eat them
walking along the promenade  looking at people and enjoying the breeze off the
ocean. We've had perfect  weather everyday we've been here with sunny skies
and temperatures in the low  eighties. There are many, many college students
walking by, all shapes, sizes  and colors, but only one in ten of the guys
I see are worth a second  glance.That's about par for the course, and taking
it further only about one  in a hundred qualify to be in the really cute
and or sexy category. It's the  luck of the draws how cute you are, depending
entirely upon your parents' gene  mixture. Hell, neither of Robby's and
Dodger's parents are especially good  looking, but the mix of their genes worked
out spectacularly for the boys, ha  ha, and for me too. Meaning they're
both hot, sexy, and really cute to look  at. Others might disagree, but then
they'd be wrong.


I get a text from  Chubby that he's with Robby. I tell the guys, "Hey, I
got a text from the two  casualties who overdid it last nights, imbibing too
many shots, beers, and  mixed drinks." I'm just assuming Chubby overdid it
because he usually does  being a fun loving kid and all. Luckily for me Terry
monopolized the last part  of my night reducing my alcohol intake to just
that one mixed vodka drink that  he bought for me, but I had a number of
drinks before that. The guys tell me  they were doing a lot of shots, which I
happily missed being sexually involved  with Terry. It's ironic that Terry was
the one who started everyone on the  shots with that first tray of shots he
brought for us, and then he hooked  up with me having something else on his
mind besides drinking shots of  whiskey. Consequently we missed all the
later rounds of shots. Anyway I'm  feeling pretty good after the coffee and
breakfast sandwich, plus the Tylenol  I took earlier have helped a lot too.
Chubby's text wants to know where we're  at. I text back naming the stand we got
the breakfast sandwiches at and he  text back that he and Robby just
finished breakfast at a place on the  promenade called 'Gene's Breakfast and
Lunch'. Looking back in the direction  of our hotel I see the sign for that
restaurant. It's about six shops down,  closer to our hotel. We meet them there
and sit on a bench plotting our day.  We're all going to experience the
Everglades on an airboat, whatever that is,  then will grab lunch somewhere. What
we do after lunch is up for discussion.  Chubby has a brochure listing some
of the activities available in and around  Fort Lauderdale. He asks,
"Anybody wanna have a Barbie's dream house  experience?" We all give him a 'look'
and he goes, "No? Scratch Barbie? Okay,  how about butterfly world? Doesn't
that sounds exciting?" and I grab the  brochure from him and look for
sensible possibilities. The two Chubby  mentioned are indeed listed on the
brochure, but so is 'Fun Rentals' for  scooters, we could rent scooters and ride
around seeing more of Fort  Lauderdale.  Or there's Gulfstream live horse
racing and casino. That's  probably not a good idea, but I ask, "How about
something called 'CB Smith's  Water Park'?" The guys are like, "Maybe, what else
is there?" I say, "Well  this sounds expensive, but there's water skiing at
Ski River. No wait, that's  too far from here and you need to reserved a
boat twenty-four hours in  advance. Un, how about Manor Lanes bowling." Vinnie
says, "We can bowl at home  any fucking time we want," and Dodger says,
"Vinnie, baby, chill the fuck  out!" I go, "There's Fort Lauderdale Ghost town,"
but no, that's a night  tour." Chubby takes the brochure back and says,
"You didn't mention Bluefoot's  Pirate Adventure village." I laugh, "Um, for
good reason," and Robby says,  "Let do the water park. We're going to Disney
World tomorrow and then beach  time Friday and Saturday so a water park
sounds like a nice change of  pace."


There's grumbling  discord as we walk back to the hotel smoking. It's
nothing serious, just the  normal humorous ball-breaking and contentious behavior
I'd expect from three  college guys, two Army medics, and one high school
senior. Then Robby's  walking next to me, asking, "Are ya sure you don't want
to go with us to  Disney World? You've never been there." I shrug, "Um,
I'll do the beach thing  here instead and avoid the four hours of driving, two
hours each way. Anyway  I'd be the third wheel with you and Danny." He says,
"No you wouldn't, Dylan!  Danny wants you to come. He really likes you and
I want you there too. Anyway,  ha ha, Danny probably will follow in Ryan's
footsteps and drop me for you  sometime in the near future." I go, "Don't be
stupid, Rob! He's not going to  do that, and you know it! Plus I don't want
him to. He's your number two  boyfriend. I'm satisfied with my number two
even though ninety-nine gay guys  out of a hundred would choose Danny over
Ryan. Still, I'm good with it." He  laughs, "You're still my favorite con
artist of all time." I'm like, "Whaddaya  talking about? It's true." He shrugs,
"Well, I wish you'd go with me. I'll be  sitting in a seat all by myself."
It's my turn to laugh, "Who's the con artist  now? There's plenty of room for
three on the second seat." He goes, "Come on,  Dylan, go with us tomorrow.
What are you going to do all day and night by  yourself?" I know he's
thinking I'll hook up with Willie, but I avoid that  discussion, saying, "I like a
little time by myself so I can do some self  evaluation." He yells, "Uh oh,
bullshit alert!!" Chubby asks, "What bullshit  alert?" and Robby says,
"Dylan wants to stay back from our trip to Disney  World so he'll have time for
self evaluation." Chubby says, "Oh yeah, what's  wrong with that? My
brother's a very deep thinker. He needs time to himself,"  and Chubby puts his arm
across my shoulders and does a stage whisper, "Don't  listen to him, bro, he
doesn't know what deep thinkers we are. The shallow  fucking Dickers
brothers, huh?" Dodger and Robby flick their cigarette butts  at Chubby and he's
like, "What?"


At the hotel we go to  our rooms to use the bathrooms and wash up, then we
meet at the SUV and drive  off for 'The Sawgrass Recreation Park'. Robby's
driving for what should be a  mere twenty-five minute trip. Everyone's
hangover has faded by now, like they  tend to do, and mine is actually a thing of
the past. I feel pretty good. At  the moment, in my mind, I'm reliving
Robby's and my sexy morning. I glance  over at him feeling sexual heat for him
again. Damn, he's cool looking with  that stubby ponytail. The ponytail makes
me think of Tracy and our intensely  hot, albeit short sexual encounters.
Then I remember Tracy doesn't have a  ponytail anymore. And oh boy, the hot
time I had giving Tracy a burr haircut  like mine. He looks good and sexy with
that haircut too. Yeah, fucking  side-sex really rocks! It's hard to
imagine doing without it, but somehow I  feel positive they'll come a day when sex
with Robby's all I'll want.  Seriously!


Robby asks, "How much  was it to buy out the whole boat?" Chubby says,
"Three hundred dollars, so  it's fifty buck apiece. Cough it up!" We all mutter
discouraging words as we  pass Chubby fifty buck each. He counts the money,
saying, "What are you  complaining about? How often do you get the chance to
fly through the  Everglades in an airboat?" Robby says, "How about next
time you check with us  before committing to a fifty dollar a piece ride on
anything." Chubby smirks,  "If I waited for you guys to decide something we'd
end up doing nothing."  Vinnie reads from the Everglades brochure, "It says
here the price includes  admission to the park too, and a tour of south
Florida's treasured  Ecosystem that's supposedly unique to this area. The tour
would be  twenty-three dollars all by itself." Chubby's like, "See, a
bargain," and  Dodger's like, "What the fuck's an Ecosystem ?" Vinnie goes,
"Ecological  system. Concerns for certain forms of wildlife in the Everglades and
critical  habitat like brickell bush and Carter's sweat flowered flax. Also
protection  for constrictor snakes such as the reticulated python as well as
silly things  like Florida's leaf wing and Bartran's scrub streak
butterflies, and all kinds  of shit like that." Dodger goes, "Vinnie buddy, do you know
what, 'TMI'  means'?" Vinnie goes, "TMI, sure, it means too much
information. Why?" I have  to laugh because brilliant Vinnie is so clueless about us
normal guys. He's  lovable though and Dodger get him in a headlock rubbing
his hair and messing  up Vinnie's pompadour, with Vinnie going, "What the
fuck,  Dodger?"

As Robby pulls up to  the entrance to the Sawgrass Recreation Park, I ask,
"What's the maximum  number of people that can fit on the airboat?" Chubby
says, "Six comfortably,  but I guess more could squeeze on in a pinch. We
don't want to have strangers  with us though, so I rented the whole boat." I'm
like, "So it's a small boat,  huh?" Vinnie gets free from Dodger's headlock,
asking, "How many hours do we  get for the three hundred dollars?" Chubby
mutters, "One," and Robby's like,  "Fifty dollars per person an hour! What
the fuck?" He's a little tight with a  buck which is ironic since he's always
had more cash available to him from his  parents than I ever did. He parks
and we scramble out of the SUV to look  around. Many tourists milling in the
area because Chubby's right about the  rarity of riding through the
Everglades on an airboat. At the river dock we  see there are a variety of boats
that go through the Everglades. All different  sizes too. We find ours by
looking at the row of captains' names. The airboats  are named after the captain
of the boat. Captain of a small airboat, huh? No,  that's not pretentious at
all. Chubby talks to our 'captain', handing over the  prepaid voucher he
charged to his debit card. Then Captain Jay greets each of  us as we get on
the boat which seems kinda unsteady in the water. The weather  here, away from
the ocean, is muggy and steamy hot, but once we're seated, two  to a seat
that could easily accommodate three each, Captain Jay fires up the  huge fan
in the back of the boat and off we go. The breeze created as we zip  along
helps cool us some with Jay beginning his canned speech about the  Everglades
while pointing out stuff of interest, some of which Vinnie babbled  about a
little while ago.


It's a cool experience  zipping along the top of the water through tall
weeds, that I suppose are  sawgrass. We're propelled along at forty miles an
hour by the fan's. That's  kinda hard to believe, but we're doing it.
Actually, I need to assume we're  going through sawgrass because Robby and I are in
the seat in the back that's  right in front of the scary big fan and we can
barely hear the so-called  captain's explanation of what we're seeing. The
captain is a laid back dude,  or else he's just bored by the whole thing.
Gee, I wonder why? Maybe because  he's been telling the same stuff five times a
day for years. At three hundred  dollars an hour though I'd expect a little
more enthusiasm from him. The four  guys in front of Robby and me can hear
Captain Jay and they're laughing at the  apparently entertaining stories and
tall tales he's telling of the Everglades  and the Seminole Indians who
lived in this wilderness. They lived here  along with the panthers who shared
the space, alligators and other assorted  dangerous animals. Robby and I hear
bits and pieces of the story only when  Captain Jay slows down to highlight
something of special interest and then the  noise from the big-ass fan
quiets down. I guess it'd be too much trouble for  Captain Jay to speak the fuck
up a little. Even without hearing the whole  story the guy has to tell,
it's a lot of fun riding in an airboat and so I'm  eventually disappointed to
discover up ahead that we're back where we started.  Checking my watch I
consider mentioning that the ride was closer to forty-five  minutes than an
hour, but no one else seems to mind so we get off thanking  Captain Jay. When it
looks like Chubby's reaching in his pocket to give the  captain a tip,
Robby says, "Jeff, the gratuity's included in the price," and  Chubby pulls out
his pack of cigarettes that he was going for in the first  place. He says,
"Yeah, I know the tip's included, Robby." I grin because  Robby's
consistently tight when it comes to money.


We wander around  looking for the place where we're suppose to hook up for
the so-called  'exhibit tour of the park'. The guys seem satisfied with the
airboat ride and  I am too, so there's no grumbling. Chubby, who sat with
Connor right behind  the captain, says, "It was shorter than an hour ride
because he asked me if  we'd would prefer a more leisurely ride or the speed
boat aspect of the  airboat ride. I told him to put the pedal to the medal."
Well then, I'm glad I  didn't say anything to the captain about the length of
the ride. We join the  next touring group of the park with Chubby giving the
guide the prepaid  voucher. There are about twenty people in our group and
the guide tells us,  "During the tour you'll meet the Everglades' panthers
and leopards," which I  had no idea existed in the Everglades. He says,
"There are also Florida gators  of course, plus turtles, iguanas and other
wildlife." As we start following  him we of course hear the mandatory lecture
about the care and protection of  endangered species, both animal and vegetable,
as well as the greening of  mother earth. It goes on for a bit until Chubby
mutters to me in a voice  others can hear, "Lets hug a tree, bro, or better
yet hug some sawgrass." I  go, "Chubby!" Then we're at a spot where hideous
looking alligators are  wallowing in mud, some of them fighting with
another alligator, snapping their  significant jaws at one another. Delightful.
Our guide gets behind one of the  alligator, a big fucker, to demonstrate
something. The guide's a young  handsome fellow. He's got long hair pulled back
with shaved side burns. Behind  this big ass alligator, the guide does
something to make the alligator lift  it's long, big head and open wide it's
scary mouth. Our guide holds his arms  out to his side and rest his chin on the
top part of the alligator's top jaw,  the part that sort of correspond to
alligator lips. Bringing his arm down, he  rubs the alligators belly to keep
it still, I assume. Alligator's have lots of  teeth, so some in the audience
clap at the guide's, bravery or, um,  stupidity. I'm mostly wondering what
the alligator's breath smells like.  I mean the guide's nose is right over
the wide open mouth.  People take  pictures as I see the guide's nose wrinkle,
probably because alligator breath  isn't very appealing.


After shooing the  alligator away, the guide asks, "Who'd like to hold a
baby alligator?" He says  it like he's offering us a special treat. Well,
naturally Chubby holds his  hand up, saying, "Me, me, pick me," like a second
grader in school. Of course  he's smirking and acting like a nerd to make us
laugh and to mock the idea  that anyone would want to hold a slimy alligator.
And we're all laughing as  the guide picks up a muddy baby alligator and
passes it to Chubby. He holds it  like you'd hold a human baby patting the
gator's back, saying, "How darling."  Then the baby alligator starts snapping
his jaw at Chubby's hand and Chubby  does a dramatic scream throwing the baby
alligator who scurries away. This  gets most in the tour laughing again
while the guide's scowling at Chubby,  who's shrugging, asking, "Why the hell
didn't you warn me it bites?" The guide  runs after the little alligator,
catches him, then asks, "Anyone else?" and  one by one the dopey people hold
the little reptile as Dodger whispers, "Lets  get the fuck outta here." We've
had enough and we're hungry, so it's back to  the SUV and this time Dodger
drives.


Everyone's in a good  mood, if slightly disappointed the Everglades weren't
more of an adventurous  experience. As time passes though the trip to the
Sawgrass Recreation Park,  both the Everglades and the tour, will all seem
like much bigger deals than  they actually were. That's because every aspect
of it will get embellished,  especially Chubby and the baby alligator. That's
for another time though, for  now we drive back to the hotel to wash up and
have lunch. By the time we're  eating lunch it's three o'clock so we
unitize some common sense and forget  about the water park, settling for beach
time instead. Maybe we'll hit the  water park Friday or Saturday. After lunch
we're smoking cigarettes walking  down the promenade from the restaurant to
the beach. Then I spot Terry and his  hairy boyfriend, Sherman, talking with
two other guys on the beach, but not  our beach. Sherman's hairy arm is
across Terry's shoulders so he's apparently  unaware of Terry's and my naughty
behavior last night. Even wearing sunglasses  I can tell Terry knows our eyes
meet with him giving me the slightest head nod  and my dick notices with a
little head nod of it's own. Shit, Terry's cool. I  avert my eyes and
continue on with Connor by my side, grinning at me. He's  cute too. All his baby
fat around his waist has turned to muscle. He, like me,  is wearing a
sleeveless t-shirt, bathing suit, and sandals. His biceps are now  almost like mine
except his are probably stronger than mine. Mine are mostly a  freak of
nature that I've toned up some from the lifting us roommates and Ryan  have
been doing most of our sophomore year.


Walking along, Connor  and I catch up on our lives a little as the Dickers
brothers, always  competitive with each other, are planning some races to
see who's fastest in  the water and on land. I know who will win each
competition and so do they,  but they're going to race anyway just to be sure
nothing's changed. Dodger  will win the swimming and Robby will win the race on
the sand. They're both  just about the same size and both are stronger than a
year ago, so we'll see.  I ask Connor, "Why no tattoos yet, army boy?" He
shrugs, "Nah, a tattoo that  might look cool now, might not seem like such a
good idea twenty years from  now." I go, "Very practical, but with discreet
tattoos like mine it will  hardly matter." Stepping onto the beach near our
hotel, he says, "I might get  a small tattoo to commemorate my days in the
military. Dicks and I have talked  about getting one together." I'm like, "You
call Dodger 'Dicks' now," and he  says, "Everyone that knows him in Fort
Sam Houston calls him that, and I think  he knows everybody. I call him Dodger
in our housing. We share an apartment.  He never forgets anyone's name, but
I'm not real good with names myself." I  ask, "What do they call you?" He
grins, "Meals, they call me Meals, which is  short for my last name, Mealey.
Dicks is short for Dickers obviously. We have  name tags, our last names
only, over the pocket of our shirts and guys get to  know each other by their
last names. They usually come up with some sort of  abbreviation, like
'Dicks' and 'Meals'." I go, "Huh, that cool. Meals," and he  laughs and blushes.
His blushing must be an unconscious reaction to, well to  anything.


All of us rent beach  chairs and carry them down to a spot on the beach
that's not too crowded. As  soon as we set up the chairs, Chubby wanders over
to talk to that girl he met  yesterday and Vinnie has to go potty again.
Dodger and Robby are still setting  the rules for their contest, and Connor and
I sit in our chairs looking at the  brothers who appear happy being together
again. It's almost like old times for  them, and I'm happy for them. I
marvel how cool and cute they are. Two  beautiful boys, both with an awesome
body. They're almost twins except for  hair and eye coloring. As I talk with
Connor I'm also glancing around, as  usual I'm looking for cute guys, and I
actually seeing one this time. Too bad  he looks too young at sixteen or maybe
seventeen at the most. He makes for  nice eye candy though. So does Connor,
so I look mostly at him as he's telling  me what his life is like in the
Army. It doesn't sound bad at all except for  things like inspections and
other military nuttiness. Other than that  it's like a nine to five job
basically. Of course quitting your job in  the Army could be a problem or wanting to
change jobs, but Connor likes what  he's doing and he likes being around
Dodger too. That makes me feel good. We  light cigarettes with Connor
grinning, saying, "I can even afford my own  cigarettes now, Dylan. Of course
they're way cheaper at the PX than they are  around here, and forget buying
cigarettes in Massachusetts."

He wants to hear the latest goings on at Merrimack, saying  he misses
college... and me. He's sweet and of course I miss him too. I tell  him some of
my experiences, excluding sexual tales, and brag a little about my  GPA this
year. I mention delving into the pot scene a little and how I  actually got
started with that the night of his welcome home party. Then I  explain how I
pretty quickly stopped smoking the joints, and he tells me  there's a lot
of weed in the Army and he's done some of it a few times  himself. He begins
telling me how badly he feels about his mom, who he has no  idea where she
is. The money he sends her keeps coming back, as undeliverable.  I tell him
his mom is a totally worthless and irresponsible dope addict who's  used and
abused him his whole life, and the best he can hope for is she's out  of his
life forever. Well, that's actually what I thought, but what I said  was,
"I'm so sorry, Connor. Lets hope she's in a facility getting better." He
scrunches up his face turning away wiping his eyes, mumbling, "You're so nice
to say that, Dylan. Thank you so much. That's what I pray for, just what you
 said." Oh yeah, I'm nice alright... shit. Now I feel bad for thinking about
his  mother that way, although it's a true description from what I know
about her.  Letting Connor pull himself together, I look away checking out the
sixteen  year old again. He stands up now stretching his hot body waking from
a nap  perhaps, and oh fuck is he ever sexy and cute! Connor says, "Would
you come  with me to get one of those freshly squeezed lemonades they sell at
the beach  stand?" I say, "Sure, that sounds good. It's hot out here, huh?"
The sun  blares down so I say, "Lets put some sun screen on first, Connor."
He nods his  head and takes a bottle of sunscreen from the canvas beach bag
he brought down  to the beach with him.


Then he goes, "Um, before we do the sun screen, can I take a  selfie with
you and me, Dylan?" He blushes while asking that, so I say,  "Absolutely.
Email me a copy of it when you take the selfie, would you?" We  put our arms
around each other's shoulders, he holds his hand out with the  cell phone,
leans the side of his head over to touch mine and takes the  picture. We both
look at it and he goes, "Wow, we're pretty good looking,  aren't we?" and
another blush. I say, "You are, that's for sure," and he  kisses me, "I love
you, Dylan." I say, "Well fuck, right back at you!" He  shrugs, looking at the
picture again, mumbling, "You know what I meant."  Putting his cell phone
in the bag he takes the cap off the sun screen and  starts rubbing it slowly
on my back and sides, then he kneels in the sand and  rubs sunscreen up the
back of my legs. When he gets to the top of my thighs,  one after the other,
his finger tips go up under my boardie bathing suit to  the bottom of my
butt cheeks. We're both wearing boardie type bathing suits or  'jams' as some
people call them. On his knees Connor walks around in front of  me and now
spreads sunscreen on the front of my legs with his hand wrapped  around my
leg as he slowly rubs up. His slippery hand continuing up my thighs  and under
my swimsuit in front until the tips of his fingers bumps the lining  pouch
holding my junk. His face is bright red as he gasps and looks up at me.  I
grin at him rubbing his head with my dick stirring. He does my other leg and
when he stands up there's a tent at the lap of his boardie swimsuit. He
stands  too close to me while slowly rubbing both hands sexily on my stomach
sliding  the palms of his slippery hands up to my chest, going over the same
area a  number of times, then my  neck. Finally he's gently spreading the sun
 screen on my face, his crotch against mine with Connor breathing in little
 gasping breaths until his forehead touches mine and he just stands like
this  for a few seconds with his hands on my hips.


I'm covered with sunscreen like I've never been covered with  it before,
Connor gasps, "Don't put it on me now, Dylan, or I'll shoot off in  my bathing
suit." I give him a hug spreading some of the sunscreen onto his  chest and
stomach, feeling aroused now myself. "Come on, Connor, lets get that  cold
lemonade to cool us off." We trudge through the sand to the outdoor
refreshment stand with Connor's head down as he quietly mumbles, "Sorry for  being
such an ass getting carried away with the sunscreen." I squeeze the back  of
his neck as we walk, "You did one hell of a job with it, Connor. Jesus, I
feel safe from the sun's rays now, dude." He's shaking his head, "Man, I
don't  know what to say except I've got a thing for you, Dylan,  that's, um,
stupid I guess, but I can't seem to stop throwing myself at you. I feel like
such a dick." I'm like, "Chill, Connor, okay. It's perfectly all right, I'm
 flattered! And, hell, I've got a thing for you too. We really do have a
special loving friendship. Ya know, we've been through troubling times
together, buddy." He says, "Yeah, my troubles that you've helped me through.
You're like the best thing that's ever happened to me. I met Dodger through
you and lots of your other friends too. Then with my mom not being at her best
 and all, you were supportive of me, plus you got me in Merrimack for a
fantastic year of college. It was like I was almost just another regular guy
for awhile there. And then helping me get through the funeral that time, and
 so many other things you've done for me. I'm... I don't know." I don't know
 either, and I don't know what to say that's for sure. Then he tries to
lighten  things up by chuckling and saying in a humorous way, "Oh fuck, you're
my hero,  Dylan!" and he's grinning as he says it. I'm like, "Yep, that's
me, captain  hero."


There's a line at the  refreshment stand, so I go, "We'll get in line and
make a pact to forget bad  parts of the past. Concentrate on the good things
and your future's looking  awfully bright too, Connor." He goes, "Ya know
what, I agree with you. Things  have definitely begun looking up for Connor
Mealey." I go, "That's the  positive thinking dude I know you are!" The line
moves quickly and shortly I  order two large lemonades, telling Connor, "My
treat, buddy." We wander  up the beach drinking our lemonades, not talking
much, then dump the empty  cups in a trash container and I take my cigarettes
out offering Connor one. He  mutters, "Thanks," and I light our cigarettes.
We walk some more with me  pointing out a hot dude on the beach here and
there. One of the guys I point  out, Connor says, "He's kinda cute, but I like
smooth bodies and that guy has  chest hair and hairy legs." I go, "Oh yeah,
I used to be turned off by that  too, but during the last year or so I've
changed my mind. I think that guy  back there on the beach has a nice balance
of a smooth hot body with just the  right amount of body hair. And. heh heh,
I like hairy legs now too." Connor  goes, "Ugh, gag me with a spoon," and I
laugh, happy to see Connor take a  stand on something instead of just
agreeing with me. He tells me about an  early embarrassing experience he had
during basic training when he  was a 'dining room' orderly, which means a
'waiter' basically, waiting on  the sergeants and officers in the mess hall. One
of the  younger sergeants was giving Connor a really hard time because he
spilled  something. This prick was calling him out in front of the whole mess
hall  embarrassing the shit out of Connor so badly he thought he was going to
cry.  Dodger saw the whole thing and got Connor aside to cheer him up. He
told  Connor to give him the sergeants dessert, he'll serve it to him.  Then
to Connor shock Dodger hacked a luggie in the sergeant ice  cream sundae and
then put the spoon he was going to serve the sergeant  down Connor pants to
rub it on Connor's damp balls. When he pulled the spoon  out it had a pubic
hair stuck to it which Dodger embedded in the  chocolate sauce. Then Connor
watched Dodger obsequiously serve  the sergeant his sundae dessert almost
bowing to the guy.  The sergeant said something about that being the way
dining room  orderlies need to serve their betters. He pats Dodger on the back
telling  him 'good job, recruit'. Dodger told Connor, "That's the way you pay
back  these assholes." We laugh at that with me leery about Dodger serving
me any food in the future. Then Connor tells me that it meant so much to
him,  especially early on, that Dodger had his back like that and stuck up for
him.  Yeah, that's fucking Dodger alright! What a hot shit.


Connor laughs about  that and other things that Dodger did during basic
training. We're sitting on  some pilings separating the beach from one of the
hotel's parking lot. As  we talk we look out at the ocean that goes on as far
as the eye can see. I  glance at Connor smiling that he still has a
pompadour in the front of  his hair. I mess it up chuckling and he goes, "Hey! My
geeky pompadour!" then  he leans against me so I put my arm across his
shoulders and he talks  quietly about the positive way in his crazy life, his
words, it's looking like  some of his dreams might actually come true. He's
saving for college  and the Army contributes too. He says Dodger is of course
his best friend  in the Army, but he made another good friend. Connor tells
me, "He was like a  loner, Dylan. I'd see him off by himself and I felt bad
for him.  I tried  talking to him but he was defensive at first like he
thought I was  setting him up to bully him or something. I guess he's a little
geeky and not  real good looking, but I kept trying to include him in things,
like eating  lunch with us, and little by little he warmed up to me and we've
become good  friends. Dodger's so popular he's often doing stuff with other
guys so I'm  glad to have Sully as a friend." I go, "His last name is
Sullivan, huh?" He's  like, "How'd you know that? Yeah, his name's John
Sullivan." I grin,  "Just a wild guess," then I say, "Lets walk around this hotel and
find  someplace we can have some privacy." Connor eyes get big, "We're
gonna do 'it'  outside in broad daylight?" I go, "Yep, come on. It's not the
first time you  and I have done 'it' outside, ya know." We wander around the
grounds of a  hotel I don't even know the name of, with Connor asking, "You
sure this  is okay?" I mumble, "If we can find the right spot it will be." We
come to a  small utility building with a sign, 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'.
I say,  "Huh, look at this little secluded building, Connor." He's like,
"Oh, the  sign, we better not go in there," as I try the louvered door. It's
stuck,  or maybe locked, so I give it a hard yank and something breaks, but it
opens.  Inside are a couple of large machines humming away. I think they're
air  conditioning units for some part of whatever hotel this belongs to.
"Looking  around and not seeing anyone, then taking Connor's hand I lead him
inside.  There's no roof and when I close the door I can see out a slit
between two  louvers. That's cool because from outside I couldn't see inside.
Looking up I  can see some of the hotel's balconies, so if anyone was on the
balcony they  may be able to see us, but no one's on the balconies.


Grinning, I say, "This  is a dandy spot to do 'it' outside on a sunny day
in Fort Lauderdale. I  gently push Connor up against a wall made of
artificial wood, some kind of  plastic product that doesn't require painting and
won't rot in the weather  like wood would. Grinning at him I mess up his
pompadour again, and he's  like, "Hey," as he leans his face to mine and our lips
meet. Connor's arms go  around my neck when my tongue goes in his mouth and
then he makes low  whining sounds of sexual arousal as we make out. I can
tell right away Connor  hasn't made a lot of progress in the making-out
department, but he's eager and  he smells good. I smell like sunscreen but I
haven't spread the sunscreen on  him yet so his scent is pure Connor. I break the
kiss and quietly say, "Try  this, Connor," and I suck on his top lip and
then slide my tongue in on his  tongue as I kiss his lips a number of times,
sort of sucking on them. He moans  hugging me around my back now pulling us
tightly together with his hips  humping a little. He tries what I did with the
sucking and kissing for a bit  with me rubbing my fingers in his hair up
the back of his head and now his  boned-up cock is poking me in the leg.


I feel a lot  of affection for Connor, tons of it, but not a great deal of
sexual heat,  although it's impossible to be making-out and rubbing bodies
with a guy as  attractive as Connor without springing a boner and I've got a
nice one now. We  break the kiss with the side of our faces sliding together
and Connor gasping  for air. I catch my breath and ask, "Do you wanna suck
my dick a little?" He  goes, "Yeah, I'd really like that," so I pull my
swimsuit down to the middle  of my thighs and he sinks to his knees. Connor's
willing enough as he slurps  on my hard cock, but like making-out he hasn't
mastered much in the way of  blow-job technique. Yeah, but anyone sucking your
dick is probably gonna get  it feeling good, as well as hard and mine gets
plenty hard. Now I'm aroused  too. I get a hand under each of Connor's
armpits and pull him to his feet. He  stands there and I pull down his bathing
suit, then give him a hot wet  kiss before turning him around. As he turns his
boner swipes across my  groin leaving a streak of precum. He has a nice
looking uncut penis that's  about five and a half inches long when it's hard
like it is  now.


Taking a deep breath  and really getting into the mood now I give his ass a
hard, "SLAP!" and he  yelps. Whoa, I look out through the slit of the
louvered slats, but no  one's there to hear Connor's yelp. Connor has the palms
of both hands flat  against the wall bending over with his ass up a little. I
guess Dodger taught  him that much anyway. Not intending to, I smack his
ass again before lining my  cock up with his asshole and then I need to take a
deep breath 'cause looking  at his hot bare ass I'm getting more and more
sexually aroused by the  minute. Connor's moaning quietly, looking back at me
as I hump the wet head of  my boner in past his sphincter muscle and I'm
shocked at how tight it is.  Connor looks straight ahead now, his back arching
as he goes, "Aaaah, mmm,  oooh." Not sure what that means, I whisper, "Does
it hurt?" He shakes his  head, mutters, "Fuck no, it feels good." I'm not
sure he's being truthful  about that. It's like he wants to get fucked so
badly he might put up with any  amount of pain, and I don't want to hurt him. I
wait a little bit while  rubbing his back and massaging his shoulders. When
he seems more relaxed I  thrust my boner up his ass another two inches and
hold my breath to keep from  moaning at how sexy and awesome that felt on my
cock. Then, "Mmmm," slips  out of me anyway and I do a little shudder


After a twenty second  wait, I hold onto his hips and slowly push my cock
the rest of the way up his  ass with my shoulders doing their shuddering for
real now, and Connor arching  his back more than I'd have thought possible
as he moans, "Aaaah, that feels  so good." I take his word for it and pull my
boner back slowly and then  push it back in a little faster.  He grunts,
moans, and then goes, "I'm  gonna cum," so I stop everything, calmly saying,
"Hold on Connor, it'll pass."  He takes deep breaths for maybe a minute, then
mumbles, "It's passed, Dylan."  I wait a little bit longer, then hump
against his buttocks without pulling my  boner back and he moans, "Ooooh, aaah."
Wiping the sweat from my face I  realize how hot it is in here with the
ocean breeze blocked. Connor goes, "Go  ahead, Dylan," so I withdraw my dick
slowly again holding my breath because it  feels so fucking good to me too. The
head of my boner is super sensitized  and my nuts are getting hard. Another
slow trip back up his ass gets me  shuddering again and then I try a steady
thrusting, not too fast, but steady  and I hear my favorite sound, "Slap,
slap, slap, slap," with my belly slamming  into Connor's ass and him moaning
and moving around with his head hanging  between his arms. His arms are
straight out supporting him against the  wall of this little enclosure as I get
really into it now and while I want to  give Connor pleasure my cock is so
alive with sparkling nerve endings I need  to get myself off too.


Three minutes  of steady fucking with me staring at my hard cock as it
disappears up his ass and then reappears as I pull it back and then right back
up his ass again. I don't think I could stop now even if Connor  complained
it was hurting him, which thankfully doesn't appear to be the  case. "Slap,
slap, slap," sounds and an ocean of pleasure coming off my boner,
especially that super sensitive head. Fuck, this feels so good I'm sucking on  my
lips moaning along with Connor now as the "Slap, 'slap' slap," sounds  pick up
speed and it becomes all about me now as my orgasm grows and I start
slamming into him harder and faster, grunting, "Mmmm, ' with each thrust  until
Connor lifts up doing a whizzy, "Eeeeee, ooh," his hips humping  forward and
a long stream of his spunk splattering off the wall, then another  gagging
sounding, "Ahgggg," with another stream of cum shooting from  Conner's hard
boner. I keep plowing his ass making whining sounds myself  that are very
much like Connor's a minute ago. When your orgasm comes on you  it's like you
need it right this very second! Connor's body is  still stiff as he takes a
hand off the wall to stroke his cock fast. I slam  into him, and without
pulling my cock out, I'm humping against his butt cheeks  doing as controlled a
squeal as I can managed as my cock quivers pouring cum  into Connor's
bowels. I'm blinking my eyes shocked at the intensity of that  orgasm, then hump
against him again with another sizzling steam of cum leaving  the
ridiculously sensitive head of my hard cock. I shudder and gasp,  then thrust wildly
thrust in his ass a while longer as we both do quiet  moaning, his chest and
hands up against the wall now as he's almost standing,  but still pushing his
ass out. Oh this feels good so I do a half dozen more  thrusts as my orgasm
buzzes around my groin and my balls drop down away from  the top of my
scrotum. With my cock up his ass I lean against Connor hugging  around his
stomach with both arms and the side of my face against the  back of his head. We
stay motionless except for deep breathing for a minute or  so before I back
up pulling my cock from his ass, which makes my shoulders  shudder again. I
watch my spunk drooling out of his asshole and running down  the back of his
legs. Connor just lays against the wall.



"You okay, Connor?" He  nods his head, then turns around leaning his back
against the wall. "Yeah, I'm  good, but my climax was so strong, so forceful
it burned my pee hole  streaming out and, well um, it scared me for a
second. That's the best climax  I ever had." I squeeze his shoulder, "Me too,
Connor." He grins, "Liar, but  thanks. Can we do it again?" I laugh, "Yeah, but
not now. Hey, you do me next  time, how about that?" I'm looking around for
a rag or something to wipe the  cum off the back of his legs and his butt
cheeks. He says, "Um, would you do  me again. I like that best, but if you
tell me to, I'll do the other part."  That makes me chuckle, "No, you're the
Army boy and you get to have it your  way. I'll be more than happy to, " and I
almost say 'fuck', but instead say,  "Do you again." Connor doesn't like to
think of 'it' as fucking. I can't  find anything in here to wipe spunk off
Connor with, so I pull up his bathing  suit and pat his ass seeing the cum
soak through the material. I shrug and  grin, then wipe the obvious cum off
the back of his legs with my hands. "Let's  get outta here, Connor."


After pulling my swimsuit up and taking a peek through the  slit in the
louvers, seeing no one, I open the door and out we go. The back of  Connor suit
is wet but he could have sat on something wet. My hands though are
sticking with cum so we walk around to one of the outdoor refreshment stands  where
I grab a handful of napkins and do what I can with then wiping the spunk
off my hands. I say, "Lets go in for a swim," and he says, "Sure, um, thanks,
 Dylan. I feel so, I don't know, so happy and other stuff too, but it would
 embarrass me to tell you how much this really means to me.  Thank you...
you know..." I smile at him saying, "Me too," although I don't know exactly
what I'm agreeing with him about. I'm sure it's something nice though  because
it's Connor.


to be continued...  Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com
donnymumford@outlook.com


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Hoping some readers may be  interested, there are three books of mine
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the  story in the books can be found in some detail there. Thank  you.


Donny  Mumford


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