Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2015 13:40:59 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  69

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  69


by  Donny Mumford




After saying goodnight to Terry I'm walking to my hotel  wondering if 
tonight was the last time I'll ever see him, and more importantly  do I care if 
it is? The fact I'm even wondering about that should tell me  something right 
there. It's difficult to sort out my feeling though because  I'm 
distracted. It seems Terry's cum has drooled out of my ass and down the  back of my 
legs with sand from our romp on the beach sticking to it. Very  uncomfortable 
situation and maybe that's influencing my evaluation of Terry.  In any case 
I don't want to take the cum and sand into our room, so at one of  our 
hotel's pools I'm reading a sign that says 'Pool closed'. Huh, ignoring  that I 
wade around in the shallow end of the pool rubbing the cum and sand off  my 
legs, getting the bottom of my shorts wet in the process. There's used  
towels left behind on some of the chairs around the pool after a night swim by  
hotel guests. Conveniently for me the towels haven't yet been collected by 
one  of the pool attendants. I grab one that looks dry and do a half ass job 
of  drying my feet and legs. Okay, problem solved temporarily, but I'll need 
a  shower before bed. Slipping back into my sandals and walking around to 
the  main entrance I go up the steps looking at my watch. It's one-thirty and 
I  wonder if the guys are back from the race track yet. In our room Robby's  
laying on the sofa watching a movie on HBO. That tells me Chubby's still 
out  because the sofa is the pull out bed Chubby uses.


Robby sits up with a beautiful smile on his lips, "Hi,  Dylan! How was your 
night?" Bending over I give him a kiss on the lips,  saying, "A little 
weird actually. How ya feeling?" He says, "Better, but now I  can't sleep. Too 
much sleeping during the day. Your shorts are wet, were you  in the ocean?" 
I'm like, "Earlier, but two minutes ago I was wading in the  pool getting 
sand off me. I gotta take a shower though 'cause I'm feeling  yucky and 
sticky." To get off the topic of my night, I ask,  "What are  you watching?" Robby 
goes, "I don't know. I've been surfing through the  channels looking for a 
movie or something. I watched the end of the Marlins  game earlier. It went 
into extra innings." I go, "Huh," and he asks, "What'd  ya do tonight?" I 
mumble, "Oh, walking the beach mostly. I saw a beach party  way the fuck down 
the beach, but it was a private party. Um, and I ran into  those guys we met 
at the pool the other day too. What's his name? Sherman  something, and his 
boyfriend." Robby goes, "Yeah, that swishy gay guy, Terry."  "Un huh, and 
two other friends of theirs. They aren't staying at our hotel  though so I 
asked what they were doing at our pool yesterday. The swishy guy  told me they 
go to different hotels seeing what the other hotels offer.  Looking for a 
hotel they might want to try next year." I hate lying to Robby,  not that 
wasn't much of a lie. I mostly lied by omission because we have  a pact not to 
discuss side-sex so I keep it vague. Robby goes, "Uh huh," and  the way he 
said that tells me he knows there was more going on tonight than me  walking 
the beach and swimming in the ocean.


I mumble, "Well, I guess I'll take my shower now." He nods  his head, then 
asks, "Yeah okay, but did you have fun tonight?" I think for a  few seconds, 
then say, "That's a good question. I guess I did, it was  different, I'll 
say that much." He smiles at me, quietly murmuring, "Give me  another kiss," 
and we do a really nice kiss that I like better than any kiss  I've had 
earlier tonight. I pull on Robby's ponytail playfully, mumbling, "I'd  have had 
more fun if you were with me," and I mean it too. He goes, "Sorry I  pooped 
out on you tonight, babe. With the guys going to the track you and I  could 
have had ourselves some private time together, that's if I wasn't still  
fucked-up with the hangover. From now on I'm staying away from shots of  
whiskey. I've learned my lesson this time." It's nice being with Robby so I  sit 
on the sofa with him for awhile snuggling against him and doing some  making 
out. Then we talk about what we think of Fort Lauderdale and then talk  a 
little about what we have coming up the next three weeks at Merrimack. We've  
got review classes for a week and a half, then our finals. We pledge to each 
 other we're shooting for a 3.0 GPA for the year which means many study 
groups.  Doesn't sound like a lot of fun but it'll be worth it. No talk about 
what  comes after that because it's pretty much settled I'm working for Ryan 
in  Georgia and Danny's living with the Dickers and working for Robby. Then 
Chubby  comes in the room like a tornado. He's flashing a handful of twenty 
dollar  bills. He won the trifecta with a four hundred dollar pay out. The 
three of us  are high-fiving  and hugging. Chubby tells us he's treating 
everyone to  dinner on Friday. He would have said he's treating everyone to 
dinner tomorrow  night except I won't be with them. It's very tempting to change 
my mind  and go to Disney World, but I promised Willie I'd spend the day 
with him and  he'd be a real pain in the ass if I backed out.  
 
Chubby says, "I met this guy at the track, Bill somebody. A  funny guy. He 
told me he bought Tiger Woods' DVD titled 'My Favorite Eighteen  Holes' and 
it turns out to be a rip off because it's all about golf!" I  chuckle, as 
Robby says, "Of course it'd be about golf." Chubby and I look at  him and he 
goes, "Oh, yeah. Those kind of holes." Chubby's like, "Tiger had a  few 
adventures with woman some years back." He's checking out the little refrigerator 
 now, asking, "No more beers?" I go, "Robby drank them all," and Robby 
says,  "Fuck if I did. I'm too sick to even think about drinking beer." Chubby 
asks,  "Did ya hear about the guy who broke into an apartment and stole the 
TV  remote control? Now the sick bastard drives by the  apartment changing 
the guys channel all the time." I go, "Lame, bro."  Chubby's like, "Lame, 
really? How about the raw deal Lance Armstrong's getting. He won seven Tour de 
France races while on drugs.  When I was on drugs I couldn't even find my 
fucking bike." I go, "Stay away  from that guy you met at the track, Chub. His 
material  reeks with corniness." Chubby hugs me, "I appreciate all forms of 
humor, bro."  Then he's like, "Hey, lets get to bed 'cause we got a big  day 
tomorrow. You should come with us, Dylan," and he hugs me again, telling  
Robby, "If you're still in my bed when I get out of the bathroom,  you're 
sleeping with me," and off he goes. I chuckle, "My  brother makes me tired just 
thinking about all the energy he puts out every  waking hour.


After Chubby washes up we help him make-up the sofa into a  pullout bed. 
Robby turns off the TV and gets in our bed with me going in the  bathroom for 
my shower. While shampooing my hair I renew my determination to  let my hair 
grow out. The past two years of extra short haircuts is getting  old and I 
need a change. Then, while washing myself I think about the last  half hour 
with Robby realizing for the hundredth time that it feels 'real'  being with 
him. There's a big difference between doing something, anything  with 
Robby, and to a degree with Ryan too, than doing stuff with anyone else.  I'm not 
just talking about sex, I mean just hanging out or talking or doing  
anything together. It's better with Robby because I feel comfortable, relaxed,  
and contented with him. Ryan too, although Robby's and my long history  
together has so many special memories. I can't see how anyone will ever be  more 
important in my life than he is, with the exception of Chubby. He's in a  
class by himself of course, and doing anything with him is always very special  
to me, but there's no romance between us so he's in a special place in my  
heart that no one can enter but him. In retrospect, tonight with Terry feels 
 like a temporary thrill ride at a sexually oriented amusement park 
somewhere  in bizarro land. It was a sexy time with Terry, and he was dominant in 
an  interestingly harmless way, but I don't have any real feelings for him 
other  than he was an entertaining side-sex experience. I've no real desire to 
call  him and if he calls me, which I doubt he'll do, I'm going to put him 
off. Good  sex for sure, but in the end it was meaningless.


My minds all over the pace, but I admit to learning  something from Terry 
and it's that I shouldn't prejudge a guy before I know  him. Don't judge a 
book by it's cover in other words. Just because a person  has stereotypical 
gay affectations doesn't necessarily mean he's a sissy,  girlie-boy. He could 
be a dominant 'top' like Terry, who's confident enough to  be himself and, 
um, work construction no less. It was an interesting with him  but I'm not 
feeling like I can't wait to get together again. The novelty has  pretty much 
worn off I guess, although I did enjoy the ride for the most part.  It just 
that it's a trip I don't have a particular need to experience again. I  know 
that Robby and I aren't suppose to feel guilty about having side-sex, at  
least that's what we tell each other, but sometimes I do feel guilty. I feel  
guilty about some of the time I've been with Terry because it was sexually  
excessive at times. Oh well, I'll chalk up my Terry-time as one more wild 
oat  sowed and move on with a little more insight. As a matter of fact, I 
can't  remember a single time with Terry when I had the thought that it'd be 
great to  have a long term relationship with him. I couldn't even decide if we 
were  geographically suited, which we're not, if I'd want to date him 
again. Well,  maybe if he wanted me to give him a haircut I'd probably do that. 
My  uncertainty whether I want to see him again for a sex date should tell me 
all  I need to know about us. Like earlier, the fact is I can't imagine 
anyone ever  comparing favorably to Robby, certainly not in the long run. Huh, 
maybe I  subconsciously want to prove that to myself conclusively and I'm 
referring of  course to Ryan specifically. This summer spending nine weeks 
with him should  be enlightening in that regard. That's if working for Ryan is 
even still an  option now that he's told his parents he's gay and in love 
with me. They might  blame me for their son being gay. That's total bullshit 
of course, but ya  never know with parents. Anyway, if it does work out, then 
that nine weeks  with Ryan will be a true test of how I think he stacks up 
against Robby, and  Robby can find the same thing out about Danny. I'm 
pretty sure I know how  it'll turn out in both cases, but It's still ballsy of 
both of us to be  separated for nine weeks, and spending that time with our 
number one side-sex  buddies.


Drying myself after my shower I need to admit to myself I'm  nervous about 
living with Ryan this summer. Nervous for a number of reasons,  not the 
least of which is how his parents accept Ryan's gayness. Like I said,  they may 
blame it on me that Ryan's gay and even though they give in to Ryan  about 
having me live there they could be unfairly resentful of me. That would  be 
awkward a situation as I can imagine. A lot depends on what Ryan  says to me 
about his parents reaction. On the other hand it'll be equally  awkward if I 
don't go to Georgia. I say that because Seth's taking my place on  the 
crew, and he really needs the money. I wouldn't even consider bumping him  off 
the crew, so if I stayed home for the summer I wouldn't be working with  
Robby, while Danny would be. So, nervous or not I hope it works out that I'll  
be in Georgia. Putting all these thoughts aside, I  get on a pair of  boxer 
shorts and get in bed snuggling next to Robby. He puts his arm around me  
squirming around until we're both comfortable. His arm's around the back of my  
neck, the side of my head is on his shoulder, and my forehead's against his 
 cheek. His fingers play with my short hair as he murmurs softly, "I love 
you,  and I missed you, Dylan." I snuggle in a little tighter feeling like 
I'm where  I belong. "Love you too, Robby." We can't really talk much or do 
anything  sexy, not with Chubby in the pull-out bed four feet away. Instead we 
settle  for laying together touching. He smells nice and feels good so it's 
like that  corny saying, 'anywhere Robby is, is home'.


I have a good night's sleep, then wake up when Robby's  gently shaking my 
shoulder. My eyes open and see Robby fully dressed leaning  over me, "We're 
leaving now, Dylan." He kisses me, and I ask, "What time is  it?" He goes, 
"Eight o'clock. We want to get an early start so we'll have a  full day at 
Disney World. I wish you were coming with us." I give a thought to  jumping up 
and throwing some clothes on, but I didn't get to sleep until after  two 
o'clock and six hours sleep doesn't cut it for me. Putting my arms around  his 
neck we have a sweet kiss that last half a minute until Chubby says,  "Break 
it up love birds, we need to get on the road. It's at least a two hour  
drive." That thought, the two hour drive there and then two hours back is the  
deciding factor. I don't want to do that. Robby and I do another fast kiss 
on  the lips and I let go of him. "Bye, Dylan. See you tonight." I nod, 
mumbling,  "Bye, Rob," then louder I'm like, "See ya, bro," and Chubby comes 
over, "Not  so fast, hot stuff, where's my kiss goodbye," and he leans down and 
gives me a  quick kiss on the lips, "Wish you were coming with us, Dylan. 
Love ya, bro."  Watching them walk out, then turning over I'm already feeling 
lonely. I should  be going with them. While I'm trying to remember the 
reasons I'm not going I  drift back to sleep. The next thing I know it's eleven 
o'clock. Hey, Willie's  suppose to call me. That's the main reason I didn't 
go with the guys, that and  the fact Danny Monday is going to be there. 
Getting out of bed I go through  the pockets of my shorts looking for my cell 
phone. Finding it I see I've got  a couple of text messages and two missed 
calls, none of them from Willie.  Robby called me last night around ten and 
Connor called this morning a little  after nine, while on the road to Disney 
World obviously. I don't have my  iPhone set up to take messages and I really 
should do that. The text from  Sonny wants to know why I'm avoiding him and a 
text twenty minutes ago from  Robby telling me what a rip off the admission 
fee is to get into the  park. Ha ha, my beautiful tightwad boyfriend.
 
I write a sarcastic reply to Sonny telling him he better not  get a haircut 
until I'm home to give him one. Then I text Robby back telling  him to have 
enough fun for both of us. Next a text to Willie, 'Are you up  yet?' No 
response from him or Sonny, but Robby text right back promising to go  on the 
best rides twice, one time for me. I see that the messages to both  Sonny and 
Willie were delivered but not read. After doing my routine in the  bathroom 
I get dressed and go down for a coffee at the refreshment stand that  opens 
on the beach side. Another perfect day in Florida and that brightens my  
mood a little. Can't complain about the weather. Lighting a cigarette I sit on 
 one of the chairs outside the back of the hotel on the patio, the patio 
that  separates the hotel grounds from the beach. Watching the waves breaking 
on the  shore I decide the waves aren't much good for body surfing yet. Then 
oooh  yeaaah, there's my sixteen year old hottie boy walking up the beach 
towards  the refreshment stand. He's alone looking hot and sexy! Jeez, 
teenagers have a  glow about them. Love that kid's light brown haircut too. It's 
my all time  favorite style, short but it lays down on top with the short 
bangs flipped up  in front. This fuckin' kid is cute! Too bad he's so young. Oh 
no! Fuck, here  comes one of those twats I saw him on the beach with 
yesterday. She's  running to catch up with my boy. He waits for her, then puts his 
arm around  her waist smiling at her. He says something and she laughs, 
playfully smacking  his arm. Huh. That really, really sucks! What a waste!


Finished my coffee and cigarette I try calling Willie and he  answers, 
"Dylan! Hey, whassup stud?" I ask, "Didn't ya get my text? And where  the fuck 
are you?" He goes, "Whoa, coming on a little strong, aren't you? What  
happened to the submissive boyfriend that I love?" He chuckles, then asks,  "Have 
you taken a banned substance of some kind?" I say, "That's three  questions, 
Willie, without answering either of my questions." He chuckles  again, "I'm 
on a yacht named 'Bess' going deep sea fishing with Taye, why?"  I'm like, 
"Your roommate?" He's like, "Yeah, what are you doing?" I say, "I'm  sitting 
at my hotel expecting you to call or come over. We're suppose to  hangout 
today." There's silence for two seconds, then, "Oh shit. That was  today?" 
I'm like, "Yeah, I stayed back here instead of going to Disney World  with my 
friends." He goes, "Oh man, I'm so sorry, baby. Can you forgive me? I  mean 
this deep sea fishing trip was booked before Taye and I even left  college. 
I don't know why I said I could spend today with you. I'm so fucking  
sorry." I ask, "What time will you be back?" and he's like, "Five o'clock  
supposedly, but I promised Taye we'd take a side trip to a town outside Miami  
where he has family. That trip's the main reason Taye agreed to come to Fort  
Lauderdale with me. Dylan, I don't know what to say. Tomorrow I'll spend every 
 second with you, okay, I promise. We'll do anything or go anywhere you 
want."  I mumble, "No thanks. I need to spend time with the friends I came down 
here  with. We're driving back Saturday." He's like, "I'm really sorry I 
fucked this  up, Dylan. Promise me you'll spend a weekend with me so I can 
make it up to  you." Taking a deep breath, I say, "Sure, Willie, whatever. I'll 
try. Hey,  catch some fish, I'm good, no problem." He murmurs, "I'm sorry." 
 I tell  him it's okay again and end the call.


Well this blows! What am I going to do all day by myself? I  don't want to 
see Terry again even though I've got nothing else to do, and I  know he'd be 
up for it. Nope, I think I've had my fill of him. I'll rent a  beach chair 
and ogle the sixteen or seventeen year old hottie all day, maybe  
accidentally on purpose body surf into him like I did in Wildwood. Yeah,  except for 
that annoying girl that's leached onto him. She's ruined it because  the 
illusion that my boy just might be gay is not in play anymore. He's  obviously 
hetero. Fuck it, I need food so I walk down the promenade stopping  at a 
restaurant that advertises 'breakfast served 'til noon'. Breakfast is  what I 
want although I abhor eating alone. There's a counter in the restaurant  
however, and sitting there is so much better than sitting by myself at a  table. 
Sitting at the busy counter I see a hefty woman waitress and a kinda  cool 
waiter. He's like in his early twenties with too many tattoos, but he's  got 
a tight slim body and an interesting face. His name tag reads, 'Henry'. I  
want Henry to wait on me, but naturally the hefty waitress comes over wiping  
the counter space in front of men, asking, "What can I get ya, doll?" Doll, 
 huh? I order scrambled eggs, ham, home fries, toast and coffee. When it's  
served I'm disappointed because my scrambled eggs have brown edges, 
indicating  the grill was too hot. Scrambled eggs should be yellow, period! The 
dumb fuck  cook is only interested in cooking them fast. The toast is cold and 
so is the  ham. The home fries though are scolding hot right off the grill. 
So far this  day isn't looking too good for me.


After eating most of the inferior food, I pay leaving a  twenty percent tip 
because the hefty waitress didn't prepare the food and she  refilled my 
coffee twice with a friendly smile… and she called me 'doll'.  Strolling down 
the promenade killing some time I see that asshole guy who's in  my lit 
class. The guy I thought was coming on to me last night. He doesn't  seem sexy to 
me at all today and I don't know why I thought he was last night.  He 
doesn't see me, but seeing him I realize by walking on this promenade I  could 
run into Terry and I don't want to do that, so I detour down onto the  beach. 
Carrying my sandals and walking the beach I'm looking for cute  guys again 
finding it hard to believe there are so few of them in Fort  Lauderdale. I 
don't see any cute guys, not ones that are old enough to  interest me. There 
are a number of cute younger teen boys, who I suppose are  on spring break 
from high school. Some of the not cute college-age guys I've  passed may have 
been sorta cute in their earlier mid-teens, but like many  they've outgrow 
the cuteness stage of their lives and become odd looking young  adults. Shame 
really. Many of my friends are youthful looking for their age,  but they're 
the exception because most guys on campus, and many of the college  
students here on the Fort Lauderdale's beach could be twenty-five to thirty  years 
old. I know they're not, but from their appearance they could be. And  most 
the them have full beards whether they shave or not. Hell, every guy I  know 
around my age, and even a couple years younger than me, have various  
stages of beard growth. All, that is, except for my brother and me. Maybe  
there's American Indian relatives in our family tree some time in the past  
because they tend to grow sparser facial hair then others. Or maybe we're just  
late bloomers.


When I'm back at the part of the beach that's down from  our hotel, I rent 
a beach chair and settle in for some sun bathing. After an  hour or so I 
think of the unthinkable: I should buy a paperback book to read  on the beach. 
I've noticed a lot of people doing that during my beach walks.  Nah, no 
sense getting crazy, I'll go in for a swim instead. The waters nice  and I mess 
around in it for a half hour or so. Then while body surfing on an  
especially mediocre wave I find my head almost bumping into a girl's ass. Not  good. 
She turns around and gives me a cute smile, saying, "Hey, were you  checking 
out my ass?" I standup, "Um, no, of course not." She goes, "You're  cute, 
where do you go to high school?" I tell her I go to Merrimack college  and 
she wants to know what state Merrimack College is in? I tell her while  
thinking she's kinda tom-boyish and she'd make an awfully cute guy. She's very  
friendly telling me about her college and then she asks what year I'm in and I 
 tell her. She goes, "You're a sophomore in college? Dude, that's so hard 
to  believe, not that I don't believe you. Um, did you skip some grades 
maybe?  You're one of those brainiac kids, huh?" I go, "How'd you know?" and 
she's  like, "Well, you look about seventeen, and that's stretching it." We walk 
up  the beach together with me bullshitting something about how I was a 
fifteen  year old freshman at Merrimack, and now I'm a sixteen year old 
sophomore. I'm  grinning to myself because now there's no danger of her coming on 
to me 'cause  I'm way too young for her. If she has sex with me she could get 
in trouble.  Heh heh. She goes, "Wow, fifteen years old and going away to 
college. Hey,  what were your SAT scores?" I go, "Um, 800 for critical 
reading, 750 for  mathematics, which is my weakest subject, and another 800 in 
writing. What'd  you score?" She laughs, "I'm not saying after hearing your 
scores." We're  walking up towards my beach chair, so I say, "I'm, ah, I've got 
to meet  someone," and she asks, "Your parents?" I frown, "I'm not here 
with my  parents, what the fuck? " and she goes, "Sorry, you gonna meet your  
girlfriend?" I go, "Um, no, just the guys from college I came on spring break 
 with." She says, "Well, if you're looking for a girlfriend my younger 
sister  would be thrilled to meet you." I go, "Heh heh, that's nice, but I'm 
late as  it is. See ya," and I grab my chair and turn it in. Fuck, I only had 
the chair  for two hours and I paid for the whole day. What do I do now?


Can't hang out on this beach without meeting that girl's  little sister and 
I don't think I wanna do that. I should have gone to Disney  World with the 
guys and to hell with Danny being there. Back up on the hotel  patio I sit 
down and text Robby, then Chubby. Both texts are delivered but not  read. 
Probably because they're having a blast on the rides or whatever. Well,  it's 
after one o'clock now so I might as well eat lunch. After buying a  
cheeseburger at the refreshment stand, I'm eating it while walking up the  beach 
towards where Terry and I were at last night, thinking  that basically this day 
blows! Finished my cheeseburger I buy a fountain  Coke. Damn these are much 
better tasting than bottled Cokes. Then I'm up near  the cement foundations 
that Willie and I sat on. I climb up and smoke a  cigarette looking at 
everyone on the beach. I'm the only one alone, everyone  else is with at least 
one other person. Huh. Then I hear, "Wha'cha doing up  there." Looking down I 
see a young guy wearing a sleeveless University Of  Southern California 
t-shirt. I'm like, "If you go to USC what the fuck ya  doing here in Florida?" 
He shrugs, "Yeah, we have perfect weather in  California, but this is some 
place different. And it's suppose to be like  legendary for spring breaks." I 
go, "Yeah, but Fort Lauderdale's heyday was  way, way back during the 
seventies when it was a much wilder time. I'm  disappointed with it actually." He 
climbs up to sit next to me, saying, "Nice  spot to check out the girl with 
the biggest tits on the beach." I glance at  him frowning, and he asks, 
"Can I bum a smoke?" I give him one and hold my  lighter for him to light his 
cigarette as I study the side of his face. He's  okay, but not uniquely cute. 
Basically a nice looking guy who's at least young  looking. He has light 
brown scraggily hair and a scraggily light brown beard  that's just starting 
to come in. He grins at me with his pouty bow-shaped lips  showing off the 
cutest freakin' grin with super white teeth, each one with a  space between 
the top ones, and super pink gums. It's really a boyish grin!  Then my eyes 
dart up looking into his piecing blue eyes… wow, sexy boy! I knew  there had 
to be at least one in this town.


He exhales some smoke, asking, "Have you spotted her yet?"  I'm still 
processing his awesome grin, so I'm like, "Huh, spotted who?" He  grins again, 
mumbling, "The girl with the biggest tits." Shaking my head  slowly, I mumble, 
"Nah, I'm not interested in that," and he inhales from his  cigarette, 
nodding his head, Then with a smirk, he asks, "You gay?" I go, "You  could say 
that, yeah," and he goes, "Fuck, that's cool. Ya know, you're the  first 
person who hasn't hedged an answer to that. Usually they say they're  bi." I 
shrug, and he asks, "What's it like fucking some guy up his ass?" I  shrug, 
asking, "What's it like fucking some girl's pussy?" He blows smoke out,  
mumbling, "Don't know. Never done that, or any other kind of screwing. I'm a  true 
virgin," then he holds his hand out to shake, saying, "Liam Dwyer," so I  
shake his hand quickly, saying my name. He goes, "Dylan? That's a cool name," 
 and I do another shrug. Shrugging is habit forming, but can be an 
acceptable  response to an infinite number of things. Liam says, "Ya got a 
boyfriend?" and  I laugh. "Jesus, Liam, is this twenty questions or what?" He 
actually blushes,  then says, "I get goofy meeting new people. Sorry." I shrug for 
the hell of  it, then say, "Yes, I have a boyfriend. He took a side trip to 
Disney World  today. He went with the other four guys I came down here with. 
I should'a gone  too." With smoke drifting out his mouth and nose, he says, 
"I'm glad you  didn't." I grin at that looking over at him again, asking, 
"Why's that?" and  now it's his turn to shrug, "I don't know, I guess I'm 
glad to meet ya." Hmmm,  is this leading anywhere? I check him out a little 
closer. He has a really  nice slim body, although bordering on skinny, and I 
see his legs have fairly  hairy calves, but hairless thighs. Nice legs though.


Not knowing how to proceed with this conversation, and  remembering that 
guy last night who I thought was coming on to me, but he  wasn't, I'm not 
jumping to any conclusions with Liam. He's wearing boardie  swim trunks and the 
USC t-shirt, but nothing on his feet. No earring or  tattoos either, none I 
can see. A clean cut kid except for his scraggily hair  and scraggily, 
sparse beard. He breaks the silence with another question, "Um,  how old are you, 
Dylan?" I go, "Twenty, I'll be legal age in August, why?" He  shrugs, "Just 
wondered. You're very young looking for twenty." Maybe we can  coordinate 
our shrugs so we're both shrugging at the same time. I mumble,  "Yeah, 
someone told me I look too young for college not too long ago. Some  girl." Liam 
has a sunburned nose and some freckles that are kinda cute. Hairy  legs like 
I said, but no other body hair and hardly any hair on his arms. I  ask, "Are 
you part American Indian by any chance?" He laughs, "I don't think  so," 
then, "Do you wanna go in for a swim?" I say, "Yeah, sure," and we hop  off 
the cement platform and walk towards the ocean finishing our cigarettes  with 
me asking Liam, "Who'd ya come here with?" He goes, "My college roommate  
and his girlfriend. Kinda awkward being the third wheel, but Lenny talked me  
into it." After taking off his t-shirt and laying it on my sandals and my  
cigarettes, and the ten dollar bill I have in the box of Marlboros, Liam and 
I  wade out in the water and then dive in to swim out further. I'm wearing 
my  sunglasses which I should have left behind. Willie spent two hundred 
dollars  for them and someone would probably steal them so I'm wearing them 
constantly  pushing them up my nose making sure they don't fall off. We're 
swimming  directly away from shore until I realize we're out too deep. What's 
this kid  trying to do, commit suicide? The lifeguard realizes we're out too 
far at the  same time I do and he starts blowing his whistle, standing and 
jumping on his  life guard platform trying to get our attention. Liam grins. "I 
wanted to see  how far out we could get without him doing that." Fuck this! 
I start swimming  toward shore knowing damn well there's no way my feet 
would come close to  touching the bottom if I tried standing.


Liam's a really good swimmer but when he gets ahead of me he  stops and 
floats until I catch up, "You okay, Dylan?" I nod, too out of breath  to speak. 
When I think maybe I can touch the bottom and rest a minute, I try  it but 
need to stand on my toes to keep my mouth out of the water, so it's  back to 
swimming. We make it back okay and walk up on the beach to collect our  
stuff with the lifeguard calling us over and then glaring at us. Liam ignores  
him, asking, "Do you have a towel?" I shake my head 'no' and he asks, "You  
wanna hang out together?" I shrug, "Yeah, okay," and he says, "Lets walk the 
 beach and get away from the overly enthusiastic lifeguard," and after a 
few  steps, he asks, "If you don't mind me asking, how old were you when you 
first  knew you' were gay?" I tell him, "Oh, it wasn't until late in my high 
school  junior year. I was seventeen." He's like, "Um, ah, what'd you do? I 
mean, did  you do something with another guy?" I ask him, "Liam, are you 
wondering if  you're gay?" He goes, "Noooo, not me.  I'm just interested in 
weird  stuff." I give him a doubtful look and we walk some more, then he says, 
"Well  actually I guess I don't really know if I am or not since I've never 
acted on  impulses for straight or gay sex." I go, "Don't give me that 
double talk,  dude, a person suspects they're gay if they're curious about it, so 
you do  know or suspect you're gay. You maybe just don't want to admit it 
to yourself,  which is fine too." He says, "No, really! I can't imagine 
putting a guy's dick  in my mouth, I really can't. It's like, I don't know, we 
piss out of our  dicks." I grin, "How often do you jerk off?" He goes, "Jerk 
off?" I'm like,  "Yeah, jerk off." He laughs nervously, "I don't know. Once 
in awhile I  guess." 


We walk the beach slowly as he gets off that dicey topic and  talks about 
the USC's football team, which was apparently really good. Frankly  I know 
very little about it 'cause I don't follow college sports. He tells me  the 
University of Southern California has over 40,000 students, counting the  grad 
students. Of the total, 18,000 students are enrolled for four year  
programs and there are over 21,000 graduate and professional students in  advanced 
studies for business, law, social work, and medicine. Yeah great, but  this 
is way too much fucking information for me, although I do like hearing  him 
talk. He has a cute voice and yes, a guy can have a cute sounding voice. I  
don't mean like a cartoon character, I mean a boyish sounding voice with  
almost a 'Gee wiz' aspect to it. Plus he talks with excited inflection as  
opposed to a flat monotone. He tells me he's a freshman and he's still excited  
about going to college. USC has a huge campus unlike Merrimack that I 
describe  for him and he says, "I almost went to a small college. It seemed kinda 
cool  going to a small New England college, but we live in California and 
my parents  pushed me into choosing USC to be closer to home." I try telling 
him about the  city of champions, Boston, which has had seven world 
championships in the last  ten years. One for the Celtics, one for the Bruins, two 
for the Red Sox and  three for the Pats. He listens politely but then informs 
me he follows mostly  college sports. So he's the reverse of me, 
sports-wise. I go, "Oh, well, in  that case we have no college championships in the 
last ten years. Or the last  twenty-five years as far as that goes," He 
smirks, grinning his killer grin  again, and says, "Oh, that's too bad," but he 
said it in a cute way. I go back  to talking about pro sports and he rattles 
off colleges sports championships  until we both laugh. I go, "Fuck sports, 
what else interests  you?"
 
He's a car enthusiast knowing much more about vintage cars  than I care to 
hear about, but I fake interest to be polite. He asks me what  my interests 
are besides professional sports and I tell him, "Well, guys for  one thing 
and, um, sports, and guys. I also am a accomplished barber and a  good chef." 
He goes, "Oh, all gay stuff, huh," and again he's grinning and  saying that 
in a kidding way as he bumps into my side. I go, "Liam, put the  bong pipe 
down and get real. Do you really think all barbers and chefs are  gay?" He 
goes, "No, but probably ten percent of them are." I look at him a  second and 
he grins at me, so I squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling,  "You're going 
out on a limb with that projection, huh?" He hunches his  shoulders leaning 
into me. Well, that's encouraging. He goes, "You gave me  chills, Dylan." I 
squeeze the back of his neck again, "This gives you chills?"  He chuckles, 
"Yeah, nice chills." Then he says, "Lets go in for another swim,"  so that's 
what we do. This time we body surf instead of swimming so far out a  
lifeguard has a fit with his whistle. Liam surfs into me dunking my head as he  
does it and I come up wrestling with him. Jesus, nice body on this kid. At one 
 point he stops struggling letting me basically hug him. I look into his 
eyes  and he blushes then swims away.


Back on the beach I look up seeing a little refreshment  stand on the 
street, and say, "Lets get something to drink," and we walk up to  the top of the 
beach. We're on the section of beach down past the promenade,  so some 
industrious fellow has a refreshment cart that's doing a brisk  business. We end 
up getting snow cones of shaved ice and cherry syrup. Sitting  on a bench 
at a bus stop letting the sun dry our bodies we sit side by side  slurping on 
the sweet very cold drink without talking. Liam glances over at me  from 
time to time and when I look at him doing that, he blushes. Damn, I might  
have something here. He's an extremely likable kid. When we're done our snow  
cones, I ask him, "How long ya staying in Fort Lauderdale?" He goes, "Leaving 
 tomorrow," oh that's too bad. I offer him a cigarette and he takes one,  
saying, "I learned to smoke for the first time last fall's during first 
semester." I go, "You  learned to smoke?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I never smoked 
before college but  I thought I'd better start because it's like that's 
what you do in college.  And drink beer too of course and I've finally gotten 
to a point where I don't  hate the taste of it so much. Well, at least I can 
gulp it down when I need  to." It occurs to me that Liam's the opposite of 
Terry in that Terry's totally  himself while Liam is struggling to be his 
idea of what a college student  should be, which is apparently not his normal 
self.
 
We talk a little about our high school days as we smoke  enjoying the 
sunshine and refreshing breeze off the ocean. Liam was in the  high school band 
playing trumpet, and he was also the manager of the  basketball team, meaning 
he collected the dirty towels and passed  out cups of Gatorade to the 
players. Then out of the blue he puts his  fingers in his wild hair, "You're a 
barber, right Dylan? Could you give me a  haircut?" and then, oh my god, what 
a deep blush on his face as he looks away,  mumbling, "You probably don't 
want to do that since you're on vacation, huh?"  I say, "It's not that, Liam, 
I don't have my barber stuff with me." He nods  his head, and I go, "Come 
on, walk some more on the beach and I'll point out  some guys who I think are 
hot." He goes, "Yeah, okay." We walk awhile with me  pointing out nice 
aspects of different guy's appearance and he asks, "How  about me? Do ya think 
I'm hot?" I chuckle, "Yep, I do," and he grins,  mumbling, "Well, okay then, 
I'm a hottie," then he says, "Hey I think I might  have barber scissors," and 
I go, "You do? Huh, okay then, sure, I'll trim up  your hair for you. It 
can sure use it." He goes, "Yeah I know, but a lot of  guys at USC have long 
hair." I rub my nose chuckling, "Do you do everything  the other kids do?" He 
shrugs, "Not really, but I want to fit in. Um, I'm not  the nerd I'm coming 
off as, Dylan. It's just, um, you make me a little  nervous. You came right 
out admitting you're gay and I'm not sure how to act  exactly, but I'm not 
really a nerd. I mean, I was popular in high school and I  get along with 
the USC guys fine, but you're also, ah, well, it's like I've  never met 
someone as, it's like, huh! This is embarrassing, but I never met  anyone as good 
looking as you, and I'm not fucking coming on to you, please  believe me. 
I've never done a single gay act in my life. Oh, um, not that  there's 
anything wrong with gay acts, ya know, um, if you're gay." I'm  laughing and 
squeezing the back of his neck again. He hunches his shoulders  leaning against me 
like he did last time. I'd love to give him a hug, but I  don't.


He bumps against my side again as we're walking, saying,  "Okay, I'm done. 
I've made a big enough jackass out of myself to last me  awhile. You must 
think I'm the weirdest kid you've ever come across." I go,  "Definitely, Liam, 
but you're so fucking likable too, so I'm like, so what  if your weird." He 
shrugs, mumbling, "Actually I'm not usually this  weird. It's your fault." 
I look at him, mumbling, "Yeah, I get blamed for  everything." Then somehow 
we get to talking about our families: he's an only  child which technically 
I am too except I claim Chubby as my brother. Actually  we are brothers from 
different mothers. I don't get into those details though.  We've walked 
back far enough so now we're at the beginning of the promenade,  and Liam's 
like, "My hotel's right up there. Lenny's out for the day with his  girlfriend 
so if you're still okay with giving me a haircut, we could..." I  go, "Sure, 
Liam, I love giving haircuts. I'm more than okay with it." he  mutters, 
"Thanks, um, what kind of haircut should I get?" That question again.  We 
discuss the options as we go into his hotel lobby. I've been putting on and  
taking off my sandals all day, although I don't know what happened to the  
t-shirt I had on when I left the hotel. I think I left it on a chair at the  
hotel patio. Liam didn't have sandals with him to put on or take off. As soon  
as we walk inside the lobby the man at the desk says to us, "Shirts are  
necessary in the lobby, fellows!" referring to me obviously, and the man adds,  
"And absolutely no bare feet in the lobby," referring to Liam. Liam doesn't  
even look at the man, saying under his breath, "Eat a shit sandwich, 
asshole,"  and we keeps walking. I'm laughing with my hand over my mouth, and 
thank god  there's a elevator with it's door open that we slip into and Liam 
presses the  button for the tenth floor.


As the elevator goes up, Liam says, "That dick-head at the  desk told me 
the same thing about bare feet when I was leaving, but what's he  going to do 
about it? Chase me." I'm still chuckling because Liam surprised me  with his 
'eat a shit sandwich' comment. He's two inches shorter than me and  looking 
cuter by the minute. A short walk down the corridor on the tenth floor  and 
then he's sliding his card-key opening the door to his room, asking, "So  
what haircut am I getting?" Inside his messy room, I say, "Well, we're a  
little bit limited because I don't have clippers, but I know a friend of mine  
who can give haircuts with only scissors that astonish me. So I guess I can 
do  it too except no buzz cut or any haircuts along those lines. Other than 
that I  can do just about any haircut you want." He says, "I'm going to buck 
the USC  trend because you're right, Dylan, I don't need to be a follower. 
I'd like  some kind of short haircut that I don't need to fuss with." Oh 
yeah, that's  right up my alley. I'm like, "Where are the scissors?" He goes in 
the bathroom  and comes out looking through his toiletry kit and comes up 
with a vintage  pair of professional barber scissors. "Where'd you get 
these?" He says, "Ya  know, I don't remember. Probably in the medicine cabinet at 
home. I was  loading everything I could find in my toiletry kit and suitcase 
thinking who  knows, maybe I'll need all this shit at college. My roommate 
laughed his ass  off when I starting unpacking everything." I go, "Well, 
this is a damn good  pair of scissors. Take off your shirt and I'll pull this 
desk chair into the  bathroom. First I need to shampoo your hair, then I'll 
cut it in the bathroom  so hair doesn't get on the carpet. Getting cut hairs 
off the carpet is a  bitch." He goes, "You're the man, so whatever you say. 
I didn't expect a  shampoo though." I go, "Nobody does, Liam. Get your ass 
in here." He grins,  "Yes, boss."
 
I set the chair at the sink like I do at home. Hmmm, there's  no spray 
attachment for the faucet so I'll use this cup to pour water over his  head. 
Liam sits down, mumbling, "I'm a little nervous about this," I go, "I  don't 
blame ya, but there's no need to be. I'm seriously good at this." I lean  the 
chair back against the sink and turn on the water, he says, "I can't  
believe this. I'm usually not this daring, but something about you makes me  feel 
I've known you for years, and I trust you." I mumble, "Very wise of you,  
Liam, and very perceptive too." He chuckles, mumbling, "Whatever that means."  
Seeing a comb on the counter next to the sink I use it to comb through his  
light brown wavy, almost curly hair that's maybe ten inches long, 
explaining,  "I'm getting the tangles out, Liam" and he murmurs, "Sorry," like he's  
embarrassed there are tangles in his hair, which is kinda sweet of him. His  
chest is on the skinny side as are his biceps, but his stomach's flat and  
tight. I glance down at his hairy calves and his small feet, maybe size 
seven.  Cute body reminding me of another similar body I'm familiar with. 
Actually I  know a couple of borderline shinny guys. Liam has nice hair if unruly 
at the  moment, and he has an excellent hairline too. Healthy hair that I 
predict will  be with him a long time. Done combing the tangles out I'm 
pouring cups of  water over his head wetting his long hair, asking him, "Do you 
always wear  that scraggily beard?" quickly adding, "Don't get me wrong I 
think it's cool."  He says, "I use a beard trimmer to keep it neat, but I didn't 
bring it with  me."


His hair is very wet, "Ya got shampoo, right?" He points at  the shower 
stall, "In there." I get the shampoo and pour some on his hair then  massage it 
in. Liam does what most guys wind-up doing, he closes his eyes and  
relaxes. We don't talk during the shampoo which I drag out because I'm really  
enjoying myself. It's funny, but I feel the same way about him that he said he  
felt about me... I feel like I've known him for years. Isn't it odd the way  
some guys are like that? I rub my hand up the back of his neck into his 
hair  and continue up the back and over the top. I'm surprised how comfortable 
he is  having a person he just met doing this fairly intimate shampoo. Using 
both  hands with all my fingers massaging his scalp gets a quiet sigh from 
Liam, so  I glance at his lap but don't see any activity down there. Too 
bad. Huh, I  wonder if he has a big dick. He's about Ryan's size or maybe 
slightly  bigger so, like Ryan, Liam might have a big cock in his boardie bathing 
 suit. Rinsing his hair takes many many cups of water with me running my  
fingers through his hair with each cup. Not a peep out of Liam except for a  
sigh, or three, or four. He said I make him nervous but it's not looking 
that  way to me. He's very relaxed.


When his hair is clean and rinsed I grab a towel and roughly  dry his hair 
with Liam mumbling, "I was almost asleep, Dylan. That was  awesome! 
Seriously." The hotel's hair dryer is noisy but powerful and combing  through his 
hair as I'm blowing it dry goes pretty fast. Then I turn it off  and say, 
"Could you stand up a minute," he does and I move the chair away from  the sink 
and pat it. Liam sits back down, again mumbling, "Oh god, I'm  nervous 
again." Now he is acting a little nervous as I comb though his hair,  combing it 
forward. It reaches below his chin. "Nothing to be nervous about,  Liam. 
Last chance though, what's it going to be?" He says, "You decide for me  
please, Dylan." I ask, "Short?" and he nods, muttering, "Yep, short." Running  the 
comb down through the hair that's cover his face, I then close the  
scissors on the hair halfway down his forehead and, "Scrunch," though the  hairs 
with a ton of hair hitting his lap. He says, "I can see out of one eye,"  and, 
"Scrunch," cuts across the rest of his bangs with an equally large pile  of 
hair joining the first bunch. Liam reaches up feeling his short bangs,  
mumbling, "Oh shit." I say, "It needs to be shorter," combing up the bangs and  
putting the hair between my fingers pulling it back on top of his head, I 
cut  another inch off. Then comb it forward and it's still too long so I comb 
his  bangs up again between my fingers and cut another inch and a half off 
and now  his bangs are less than an inch long, not blunt, but tapered. Those 
unfamiliar  with haircutting techniques won't know what I'm talking about 
so I don't  bother explaining that to Liam.


For the next twenty minutes I'm combing up long hairs  between my fingers 
and, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," goes the very sharp  professional barber 
scissors cutting easily through all that dry clean hair.  When all the hair is 
about an inch long I then use the scissors over comb  method to taper the 
sides and back of his head, cutting the hairs around his  ears and near his 
neck quite short, tapering up the sides and back to meet the  one inch hairs 
on top. It's long enough to lay down on his head, no bristly  hairs in this 
haircut. Outlining around his ears with scissors doesn't do as  good a job 
as the trimmer clippers would, but it looks good just the same.  "All done, 
Liam." He watched the entire haircut in the mirror without ever  complaining 
it's too short. He runs his fingers through his hair then looks at  me, 
saying, "Dude, this feels good. You're not going to believe this probably,  but 
this is almost the identical haircut I had all through high school. Middle  
school too for that matter." I'm like, "Really? That is a coincidence." He  
says, "Yeah, I was watching you get closer and closer to that haircut  
wondering how the fuck you knew." I shrug, "It looks good on your head. You've  
got nice hair. You could also do this with it," and I wet his bangs and comb  
them up. He says, "Too childish a look for a college student." I go, "If 
you  say so," and comb his bangs down again.


We do a half ass job of cleaning up all the hairs on the  floor, finally 
using a wet towel to get up the stray pieces although I still  see strands of 
hair here and there. Liam doesn't seem to care about them so I  don't 
either. He keeps running his fingers through his hair as I brush hairs  clippings 
off his shoulder with my hand. He goes, "Your hand feels good,  Dylan," and 
he looks back at me. I say, "Well, I gave you a free haircut so I  deserve a 
hug at least," and hug him from behind with the side of my face  against 
the side of his head. I'd noticed earlier that he smells good and with  my 
face against the side of his head I need to stifle a low moan at the sexy  
scent coming off Liam. His scent and the feel of him get the attention of my  
dick. His body size is close to Ryan's, minus Ryan's muscles. During the short 
 hug Liam puts his head back on my shoulder, relaxed against me. So, I hold 
 onto him for longer than I expected he'd allow and when I give him an 
extra  squeeze, he murmurs, "This feels good, but I should be the one giving you 
a  hug" and I feel his face get hot as he does another blush. He's too nice 
to  take advantage of so I let go of him, saying, "The haircut is paid in 
full  now, Liam." I started to get a boner which is another reason I let go 
of him,  and when he takes a deep breath turning sideways to me I see the 
bulge in his  lap. Holy shit! 
 
We look at each other, he clears his throat pulling at the  lap of his 
swimsuit, looking away, then he asks, "What do ya wanna do now?" I  shrug, 
smelling the back of my hand, "I don't know, what do you wanna do?"  Still 
looking away, he mutters something that's too low for me to hear, so I  ask, 
"What's that, Liam?" Without looking at me he says, "If you want to hug  me some 
more it's okay. This is a really good haircut." I grin, turning him  around, 
and give him a hug chest to chest this time with him sort of melding  into 
me and hugging back. The sides of our faces are together, his shaggy  beard 
is soft as a baby's hair and sexy against my cheek. Rubbing my fingers  up 
the back of his head, I quietly ask, "Would you like to try something more  
than hugging?" He nods his head against my shoulder, murmuring, "If you want  
to, it's alright." I step back with a hand on each of his shoulders, "Look 
at  me, Liam, please." He peeks up at me, and I say, "Only if you want to.  
You've got to want to, not just me." He looks down grinning and blushing, 
and  I add, "Or we can continuing hanging out on the beach together. That's 
fun too  and I really had fun giving you the haircut so we're even." I run my 
fingers  through his hair again with him asking, "Um, I was wondering, um, 
do you ever  kiss guys?" I go, "Only all the time. Why, do you want me to 
kiss you?" He  mutters, "If you want to," and I laugh. "Um, we just went over 
this part,  Liam. It needs to be what you want." He goes, "I may never get 
another chance  as good as this so, yes, I want you to kiss me." I give him a 
three second  kiss and then he steps back wiping across his mouth with the 
back of his hand.  I'm grinning and Liam's trying not to, but he does anyway. 
Then he says, "That  was okay." I say, "It'd be better if you kissed me 
back." He nods his head,  then does a nervous laugh, "I feel weird doing this, 
but…" and he lifts his  face with his eyes closed, I lean down a little and 
kiss him with my tongue  going between his lips, against his teeth, and 
feeling the little spaces  between them. He sort of kisses back opening his 
mouth a little and I slide my  tongue on his. Liam stiffens, then steps back, 
again wiping his  mouth.


I ask, "Okay? Had enough?" He shakes his head, 'no', and  goes, "Today I'm 
the wild and crazy version of Liam Dwyer. I have a brand new  short haircut 
and I'm kissing with an awesome looking guy, who's really nice."  I go, 
"Perfect description of yourself, Liam. You're awesome looking and a  really 
nice guy too." He grins, and says, "Thanks, can we try it again?" We do  it 
again with me holding him in my arms and he again melds into me. God,  he feels 
good. Moving my head, tonguing his mouth, his minimal mustache  tickling my 
upper lip, and then I'm kissing his bottom lip sucking it between  both my 
lips. Liam moans then backs away grabbing his junk, exclaiming, "You  gave 
me a boner!" He says that as if it's the most shocking thing that's ever  
happened to him. I ask, "Don't you ever get boners?" He goes, "Not like this.  
Not from kissing, noooo fucking way." I'm just standing here as he takes a  
couple of deep breaths. Then he does a nervous laugh, asking, "What else can 
 we do?" That makes me laugh, then I ask, "Ever had your dick sucked?" He's 
 shaking his head, then says, "Nope," in a funny way. I ask, "Would you 
like  to?" He nods his head, saying, "Yep," in the same funny way he said 
'nope'. It  makes me smile. I go, "It's really no big deal, Liam, it's done 
millions of  times around the world every day." 


He grins, blushing again, mumbling, "I gotta sit down for a  second." He 
plops down at the end of one of the two beds, still playing with  himself a 
little. Then he says, "That felt good, Dylan. Do you think I'm gay?"  I go, 
"Whadda you think?" and he goes, "Yep", in that funny way he says  things. 
Then he laughs nervously again, mumbling, "I feel so stupid." I say,  "We don't 
need to do any more," and he goes, "Now you're teasing me. You know  damn 
well I'm hooked. Actually I'm taking advantage of you and it's not fair  of 
me. You have a boyfriend so you're probably not interested in doing stuff  
with me. Right?" I try imitating him saying, "Nope, that's not right," and he  
grins, then I say, "You, my young friend, are a very attractive guy and I'd 
be  very happy to suck you off or have sex with you any way you want." He 
goes,  "Oh yeah, will you let me fuck you?" I say, "Sure, I'd like that." He 
opens  his eyes wide with a surprised expression, gasping, "Really?" and I 
nod my  head, "Really." He makes a funny face, "Oh, I don't know if I've got 
it in me  to do that, but oh fuck, that sounds so, um," and he laughs, "So 
unimaginable.  Oh god! But I'm afraid I'd do it wrong or something, and maybe 
hurt you." I  say, "Nah, it's kinda simple. There's not too many ways to do 
it. Do you want  to?" He nods his head taking a deep breath, "I would, if I 
don't try it with  you I might never try it at all. Oh my God, Dylan. I'm 
so  nervous."


Sitting down on the bed next to him, I put my arm around his  shoulders 
giving him a hug telling him about my first time with fat Carl. He's  staring 
at me with his mouth slightly opened seeming so young and innocent. He  
finally says, "That's horrible, Dylan. That guy was a pig." I go, "Yep, which  is 
why when I get the chance, I try to make a boy's, or rather young man's  
first time very pleasurable." He says, "I think it's so weird how I trust you  
so much, and we just met a couple of hours ago. It's like you make me feel  
safe, like you're taking care of me." Then he looks down, saying, "Oh fuck, 
 that sounded so hopelessly lame of me. It's you though. I get tongue tied 
and  say stupid ass things around you because you're so fucking cool and so 
good  looking and, um, cute. It's like I sorta wonder if you're making fun 
of me.  No, I don't mean that. Yep, that was stupid too." I can't help but 
laugh, then  mutter, "Sorry for laughing, but you're so fucking cute. Stop 
babbling and  pull your bathing suit down. Don't think about it, just do it. 
We'll stop any  time you want to." He grins and immediately pulls his suit 
down to his ankles,  then goes, "Oooh, whooooa," and takes two deep breaths. 
Holy shit, I was  right, he's got a big dick, although not quite as big as 
Ryan's. Bigger than  mine though. I go, "Nice penis," and he picks it up in his 
fingers, saying,  "To answer your question awhile ago, I jerk off three or 
four times a day,"  then he laughs nervously, blushing again. Then mutters, 
"I'm so pathetic." I  laugh, "Oh really, whatever makes you say that?"



He calms down and asks in a matter of fact manner, "What  should I do now?" 
I go, "We'll keep it simple. Step one, lay back on the bed."  He does that 
and I say, "Step two, let go of your dick." He chuckles,  mumbling, "Oh, 
right," and puts both hands behind his head. His legs are  hanging off the end 
of the mattress, his ass at the edge, so I slide off the  bed onto my knees, 
which puts my head level with his cock. He has very curly  pubic hairs, but 
they're not long. I rub the palms of my hands back and forth  on both his 
thighs, then reach down with both hands and rub up and back on his  hairy 
calves. Liam shudders, and goes, "It feels good being touched. You're  the 
first person ever to touch me like that, Dylan." He lifts his head and  quietly 
says, "I'm so glad it's you that touching me first." I smile, "You  have 
nice legs," and he does his nervous laugh, then says, "Hairy legs you  mean." I 
go, "They're sexy, Liam," and he drops his head back on the bed,  asking, 
"Really?" like he can't believe his legs are sexy. I go, "Not only  your 
legs, Liam, you're a sexy guy, and cute too." He goes, "Don't ya think  I'm too 
small, short, and skinny." I go, "Yeah, and sexy too." He mutters,  "Thanks, 
if you really mean it." Hmmm, not over brimming with confidence  is young 
Liam.


Picking up his cock in my fingers and stroking it gets Liam  squirming on 
the bed giggling a little. Nice looking penis, long with average  girth, pink 
and uncut. Like his fair complexion, his legs, chest, arms, and  penis are 
very fair too. Nice smooth clear unblemished skin that looks very  clean 
even though he's been in the ocean. Licking the head of his cock with a  long 
lick makes Liam lift his ass off the bed, his body getting very stiff.  Then 
he relaxes back on the mattress as I grin and try not to laugh, doing a  
fake cough instead. When I slide his cock into my mouth on my tongue he sits  
up humping his hips. I take his cock out, and say, "Lay back and try to stay  
still if you can." He takes a deep breath and lays back down as I suck his  
cock, licking around the head with my tongue, and Liam sits up again. The  
kid's got good stomach muscles… he must do a lot of sit ups. I continue  
sucking and licking on his cock as he reaches over and holds my head between  
both his hands as if he's ready to pull my head off if I bite it. I let him  
hold my head and continue sucking and licking, waiting for some precum. All  
the time I'm sucking his cock my eyes are looking up at him. His eyes are  
closed with his head back as his legs move, thump, thump, thump against the  
mattress on either side of my head.
 
I've got two to three inches of his quickly hardening cock  in my mouth and 
there's still enough shaft outside my mouth to get my fist  around, so I'm 
stroking his cock as I suck it. Almost immediately his cock  gets as hard as 
a steel pipe with Liam, laying on his back again flouncing  around on the 
bed grunting and moaning so much I bark out a laugh around his  cock just as 
a drool of his precum rolls down the back of my throat making me  cough. 
Swallowing to clear my throat and then pushing my face against his  pubic hairs 
the head of his cock goes into my throat. I bob on it a few times  and then 
suck the head again. That's it, Liam sits up again stiffly, humps his  
hips, and with a loud, "Aaaaaah," cum shoots to the back of my mouth. I  swallow 
it just before the main, long stream of cum fills my mouth and  squishes 
out the sides. I'm sucking drools of spunk from the head of his cock  that's 
so hard it feels like a marble shaft on my tongue. His climax complete,  Liam 
lays back on the bed again making quiet moans of pleasure, then his body  
shudders and I take his cock out of my mouth and sit back on my ankles 
rubbing  his legs, then rubbing my junk through my shorts. I've got a nice boner 
too,  but then I always get one sucking someone off and does it ever feel  
good.


Standing up and sitting on the bed next to where Liam's  laying, I pick his 
dick up and stroke it a few times. Liam reaches down to  push my hand away, 
mumbling, "Don't, Dylan, it's feeling awesome, sort of  vibrating or 
something, but it's real sensitive too." I'm like, "Well, your  spunk was tasty, 
Liam, and there was a lot of it. How'd you like your first  blow-job orgasm?" 
He smiles, "It was nice. Better than jerking off, but I  wanna cum while 
fucking you up your ass and now I've shot my load already."  I'm like, "Well, 
I haven't shot mine so how about if I show you how anal sex  feels in your 
hot ass." He sits up, "Um, that's too advanced for me, Dylan.  Anyway I know 
how anal sex is done. I've seen like a hundred videos of young  guys fucking 
other young guys. I once saw a video where an older guy had two  really 
cute eighteen year old boys on leashes and he was fucking them both  doggy 
style, one then the other, then back to the first doggy. That got me  jerking 
off like mad. It was really hot!" Huh, he sounds like Sonny who's only  sexual 
experience before me was porn videos. Probably the same ones Liam  watches. 


I really want to feel my cock in Liam's ass though, so I  say, "Come on, 
I'll just do it a little and if it hurts you I'll stop." He  bites his bottom 
lip, thinking. Then he goes, "This is a once in a lifetime  opportunity for 
me, so okay. If it hurts you'll stop though, right?" I shrug  and pat his 
leg, "Sure, Liam, I don't want to hurt you. I want you to  experience taking a 
hard cock up your ass to see if you like it. If you don't,  I'll stop. You 
should at least try it once or how will you know?" He nods, "I  trust you, 
Dylan," and he laughs, "After all, we've known each other like  forever." I 
chuckle, "It seems that way, doesn't it? Funny how that works  sometimes. 
It's kinda rare though." He smiles, "Thanks for sucking my dick,"  and I go, 
"It was my pleasure. Um, do you have something like Vaseline for a  lubricant? 
It'll help, especially your first time." He grins, "I use baby oil,  the 
unscented kind, to jerk off with sometimes. It's in a plastic bottle so  it's 
not obvious what it is. I squeezed it from the Johnson's baby oil bottle  
into the generic plastic bottle. Oh fuck, I'm telling you all my secrets." I'm 
 like, "Get it for me, okay?" He gets off the bed muttering, "Sure," and as 
 he's looking in his toiletry kit, I ask, "What is it you think about when  
you're jerking off?" Holding a little plastic bottle up, he says, "I'm  
embarrassed to tell you this, but I think about Lenny, my roommate. I've seen  
him naked many times, almost daily and I think about fucking his ass. He has 
a  hot ass." He hands me the baby oil, as I ask him, "Lenny have a hairy 
ass?" He  goes, "Not especially, some hairs but not many. His ass is actually 
kinda big.  He's got a big butt."


When I drop my shorts, Liam's eyes get big as he exclaims,  "You shave your 
pubes!" I chuckle, "Mostly my boyfriend shaves them and I  shave his. It 
feels cool." He goes, "Looks cool too, but I don't have the  balls to do that. 
I've gotta shower in the dorm with other guys." Shrugging, I  mutter, "Too 
bad," and he goes, "No, it's cool seeing naked guys. I check them  out in a 
way that not too obvious, but I've been called on it a few times."  This one 
guys held out his dick, saying to me, "You like my big dick, Liam?  Wanna 
suck it?" Ha ha,."  I told him, "In your dreams, dude," and looked away." 
Stroking my cock with the slippery baby oil gets it  feeling really good again, 
and it gets hard too. Liam's staring at it, then he  mumbles, "That looks 
good and hard. What should I expect because right now I'm  scared shitless ," 
then he laughs his nervous laugh again. I say, "It'll feel  really tight 
and much bigger than it is, but stay relaxed if you can. Don't  let the 
muscles in your buttocks tighten. Keep 'em loose." 


Liam's rubbing his mouth looking scared, so I go, "Maybe we  should wait 
until later, or another time to try this. Whaddaya say?" He goes,  "There 
probably won't be another time so I'll try it now with just the head of  your 
boner if that's alright. If I can take the head in my ass you can push in  a 
little further. Okay?" I say, "That's a deal, and a promise. Um, how about  
laying on the bed. You know, on your stomach this time with your legs hanging 
 over the end of the mattress. By the way, is this your bed?" He laughs, 
"Hell  no, it's Lenny's. I don't want spunk on my bed." I shake my head 
chuckling.  Liam's a hot shit. He lays on his stomach with his ass at the end of 
the  mattress, but his knees don't reach the floor so his legs are stretched 
out  and his toes are on the floor. I spread his legs a little and he gets  
comfortable on the bed looking back at me, muttering, "I'm getting ready to  
scream." I go, "Think more positive thoughts than that one."


Spreading some baby oil on his anus, moving the pad of my  finger around 
it, then I push my finger inside and his body gets stiff.  "Relax, Liam, it's 
only my finger." Feeling around in his rectum until my  finger is on his 
prostate button I rub it and he lifts his ass going, "Mmmmm,  oh shit, it feels 
like I'm gonna cum." I go, "You just shot off a big load in  my mouth." He 
nods, "I don't care. It feels like I'm just about to cum again."  I pull my 
finger out without much hope this is going to work out well for me.  After 
spreading his butt cheeks and sliding my thumb over his slippery asshole  a 
few times, I line up the head of my boner and put a little pressure against  
his asshole. The lips spread a little as Liam goes, "Oooh, slow! Go slow," 
and  I try going slow, but the head slips right in. It's snug but with the 
baby oil  it only took a little pressure to pop inside. I look at Liam who's 
looking at  me, "Did that hurt?" He goes, "Not really, but you're right, it 
feels larger  than I expected." Huh.


I rub his sides forgetting I've got the baby oil on my  hands. He goes, 
"Thanks a lot, Dylan, now you smeared baby oil on me." I  mumble, "Sorry," and 
push my cock in another inch. Liam goes, "Uummm, oh  that's really tight," 
but he said nothing about it hurting him. I ask, "Are  you sure this is your 
first time?" He's like, "Swear to God it is. Man, it  feels so big." Pushing 
in more, he yells, "Wait! That hurt," so I wait a  minute massaging his 
butt cheeks lightly. Nice ass, really nice ass! He asks,  "Are you almost all 
the way in?" I lie, "Just about," not adding that he's got  four more inches 
to go. He squirms on the beds, then says, "It feels pretty  good actually. 
You can't imagine how surprised I am that this is happening.  When I got up 
this morning I had no idea what an important day for me it would  turn out to 
be." As he was talking I slid my boner another two inches up his  ass. It's 
very tight, but that adds to how awesome my cock feels. Liam goes,  "It 
started hurting again so don't do any more, okay?" I say, "Okay," and push  in 
the last two inches with Liam screaming, "No more!" I've got a half inch to  
go before I'm tight against his buttocks so I lean in and my belly pushes  
against him as I go, "Mmmm, that feels good."


I rub his back and then his skinny shoulders, asking, "Are  you okay, 
Liam." He grunts, "I think so. I'm finally getting fucked. I can't  believe it's 
actually happening." I nod my head as my shoulders shudder on  their own. 
With a quiet gasp I slowly withdraw my hard cock that's gotten  harder during 
the trip up Liam's rectum. I almost expected to run into an, um,  
obstruction. Happily that didn't happen. It's a good reason to wear a condom,  but I'm 
in love with bare- back fucking as a 'top' and a 'bottom'. Liam  mutters, 
"That felt good, Dylan. What'd you do?" I go, "I pulled my cock back.  Now 
I'm pushing it in again." Halfway in he screams again, "Stop! Please wait,  Dy
lan, that hurts." So I wait and then try again and while he grunts and  
squirms he doesn't scream as I get my belly tight against him again. This is a  
bit of a pain-in-the-ass way to fuck, but it feels so good it's worth the  
trouble. Ya know what? I'm definitely going to open a school for gay virgins, 
 and for curious straights too. I'll work with the lads individually after 
a  group class on sucking cock and anal fucking. And I won't charge much for 
the  course, maybe ten bucks. Braking in virgins might be my calling in 
life. I'm  slowly withdrawing my boner again, with Liam muttering, "That feels 
good," and  then my cock's back up his ass without stopping this time and he 
shudders on  the bed. I withdraw and push right back up his ass with Liam 
shaking a little  and moaning, "Aaaaah, oooh, mmmmm nice." And again, and 
again causing more  squirming and moaning from him but no pleas for me to stop,


Then it's steady, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds with both  of us humming 
moans and Liam pushing his ass up at my thrusting. Another  natural bottom! 
"Slap, slap, slap, slap," and my orgasm gathers strength and  build with my 
nuts getting hard, and it feels so good I start fucking him  faster. I'm 
gripping his hips obvious now to his moan and shudders. "Slap,  slap, slap," 
as I'm pulling his hips and ass back into my fast thrusting. His  body is 
relaxed and limp and it feels so good my boners getting even harder  with the 
head swelling and me biting my lip because it's on me now. I grunt  with each 
hard hump up his ass, pounding into him now. A minute or maybe less  of my 
fast humping and his body gets stiff as a board with him doing desperate  
groaning, "Oooh! Umm, umm," he bucks his hips and moans, "Agh, agh, yeaaah,"  
as he must have shot a spurt of watery cum for his second orgasm in fifteen  
minutes. I know from experience that it probably felt to him like more than 
a  squirt. I groan myself, leaning against him now and humping on his butt 
cheeks  until I squeal and unload a good shot of cum followed by a long 
ejaculation  and another short one with my head back. Laying against him for a 
couple of  seconds with sensations popping all around my body, then another 
body shudder  as sensations roar around my groin, another shudder and then I 
relax and  thrust in his sloppy rectum maybe ten times feeling momentarily 
weak. Pulling  my cock from his ass and watching my cum drool out his ass, 
then I'm  staggering back a few steps looking at Liam. He's laying there with 
his hand  under him, stroking this cock with his ass pushed up off the 
mattress. He  mutters, "Small climax that felt really good." He turns over 
grinning, then  sits up, saying, "I've finally been fucked. I'm not a virgin now." 
Taking a  deep breath I smile at him, "How'd it feel?" He shakes his head, 
"I can hardly  believe it, Dylan, it felt as good as it looked on the 
videos. What a  sensation." No mention of the earlier hurt in his ass.


I'm nodding my head, "I'm glad for you, Liam. It felt  fabulous for me too. 
Ya know, some guys simply can't take a cock inside their  ass and I feel 
bad for them because they don't know what they're missing.  Being versatile 
doubles your pleasure. It's awesome being either a bottom or a  top." He 
grins, very pleased with himself. Then he goes, "And later I'm going  to see how 
the other half lives, right?" I go, "Absolutely, but lets get  cleaned up 
now and get some dinner. Maybe walk on the beach a little." He hops  up and 
gives me a hug, "Thanks for doing this. It's like, I don't know… a  whole new 
world is opening up to me now. No more fantasizing because now I  know." We 
walk in the bathroom with me saying, "Yeah, but now you need to find  a fuck 
buddy, which ain't as easy a thing as  you might think. You'll need a 
little luck, but you're prepared when the time  comes." As we get washed up and I 
help clean Liam's ass I'm admitting to  myself that wasn't one of the 
hottest sexual experiences of my life, but the  worst sexual experience I've ever 
had was still pretty good. Liam's  definitely not my type, but he's cute 
and he's a really good guy, so it's been  fun. I'll probably like part three 
the best. I always like sucking a cute guy  off, and fucking him was an 
unexpected bonus, but part three, him fucking me  will complete the trifecta. A 
trifecta I consider better than the one Chubby  won four hundred dollars on.


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

 
 
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