Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 10:52:50 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  70

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  70


by  Donny  Mumford



Liam and I are washing  up in the bathroom of his hotel room.  Earlier I
had oral sex with him  and then a little later anal intercourse, both were
first time experiences for  him. Neither sexual act was especially 'hot' for me
but they were for Liam,  which was the whole idea anyway. It's not like I
didn't enjoy myself because I  did, it's just that it wasn't as sexually
arousing as sex with an experienced  partner. Liam's obviously a little late to
the gay sex 'party', although he's  not the only one. Many gay guys are
inexperienced at age twenty because  they're either in the 'closet' or too
bashful to reach out to someone, and no  one has reached out to them. Hell,
that's how I was at age seventeen and then  fat Carl took be under his wing
and... BOOM!  Obviously everyone, gay or  straight, is sexually naive and
inexperienced until that first time, and  happenstance has a lot to do with when
that first time happens. In addition to  the sex with Liam I got to give him a
haircut which pretty much got the party  started the way it occasionally
does. Actually Liam and I connected almost as  soon as we met and it wasn't
too long before we felt like we'd known each  other for a lot longer than a
couple of hours.


Now that we've calmed  down, and cleaned-up, and are feeling good... we're
ready for dinner. As Liam  changes his shirt I'm looking at a ten page paper
on the desk that he  wrote for his Lit class and got an A- on. Hmmm, I
could maybe use this for my  last paper of the semester. Yeah, a little extra
credit that I supposedly  spent all spring break working on, heh heh. Can't
hurt my grade I shouldn't  think. Liam looks over my shoulder, saying, "Oh
yeah, that's a rare A in lit  class for me. My roommate didn't believe me so I
showed it to him." I go,  "Would you mind if I borrowed this?" He says, "Oh,
you want to copy it, huh?"  I say, "No, not exactly, I'm housebreaking a
puppy." He laughs, rubbing my  head, then goes, "Sure, take it. I'm flattered
you wanna copy it." I mumble,  "Thanks, I'll pick it up after dinner. Where
we gonna eat?" That's a good  question. We don't have a car at our disposal
so our only choices are  restaurants we can walk to. That means an eatery
along the  promenade.


Wandering along the  promenade smoking cigarettes we're checking out
restaurant possibilities by  reading the menus on display outside of most places.
As we're doing that  Liam's in an especially happy frame of mind. Actually
he's acting like a  little kid gushing over a new bike, but instead of a new
bike he's gushing  over the fact he's no longer a virgin. It's kinda cute
and sweet and I feel  good about helping him out in that regard. Like I said,
he's immature about  sex, but his immaturity is allowing me to feel very
mature by comparison. Not  just about sex either and I don't usually get to
feel more mature than my  peers about almost anything, so I'm kinda enjoying
it. Yep, that's me tonight,  big brother Dylan. If I had the propensity for
it, which I don't, it would be  a simple matter for me to slip into a dominant
role with Liam. I'm pretty sure  he'd go along with it, but that's not the
way I roll, to use an outdated  phrase. The fact remains though that there
are those who would take advantage  of Liam and that could be a problem for
him should he encounter  someone like that. Someone like asshole Marty for
example. I'm wondering  if I should presume to mention this little tidbit to
Liam. In my capacity as  his mentor I decide it's my responsibility to sneak
in a little schooling about  sub/dom relationships and see what he has to
say about it. Hell, he might  already know all about it from the gay sex
videos he jerks-off  to.


I'm not sure how to  approach the topic, so what the fuck, I'll come right
out with it, "Um, Liam,  do you know what a submissive/dominant relationship
is?" He goes, "Yeah, I  think I do, but I'm not exactly sure." I say,
"Well, I'm referring to a  sub/dom sexual relationship where one partner
dominates the other. A dominant  sex partner is totally in charge and the submissive
guy does what he's told.  The submissive guy might get tied up, or spanked,
or fucked with a dildo. That  sort of thing." He laughs, "Yeah, I've seen
some of that shit online, but  I'm not sure how I feel about it. What do you
think?" I'm like, "Um, it  depends. If there's mild forms of BDSM involved
I'm okay with  it. However in some relationships there's rougher BDSM stuff
like whipping and  degradation that gets kind of sick as far as I'm
concerned. That's not to say  I'm judging someone who gets off on it, it's just not
for me." He asks, "We  didn't do any of that, did we?" I laugh, "You don't
know? No, we didn't."  He asks, "If we did would I be the submissive one?" I
go, "Not with me  you wouldn't be. Anyway you're more than likely neither
dominant nor  submissive as most guys aren't. When you become sexually active
with other gay  guys though you may meet a dominant type. There are
definitely gay guys who  insist on dominating so just be aware of them. You being
kinda naive  about sex, no offense intended because we all were naive about it
at some  point in our lives, you might allow yourself to be submissive to
someone who  might take advantage of you. So I'm merely saying you need to be
aware of that  and avoid it if it's not something you're interested in " He
shrugs, "I'm  not worried about that, Dylan. I can take care of myself, and
I'm not as naive  as you might think." I go, "Good! Still, I suggest you
Google the shit out of  the sub/dom topic so you'll recognize right away when a
guy is getting too  dominant for your liking."


He thinks about that a  bit, then says, "Sure, I'll Google it, Dylan, but
I'm not as much of a nerd as  I seem to be today. Today was so unusual for
me, meeting you and everything.  Then my ballsy new short haircut and getting
my dick sucked and then losing my  cherry. It's like, of course I'd seem
naive to you." I go, "Yeah, I get that,  but what's the harm in educating
yourself a little bit. I wish I'd have done  that with fat Carl." Liam smirks,
"Hey, what if I'm the dominant type myself?"  and I go, "Trust me, you're
not," and he goes, "Okay, but what if I like some  guy being in charge?" I
shrug, "That's a possibility and it's usually no  problem, but there are
predators out there who you need to be aware of and  stay clear of. That's all I'm
saying." He laughs, "You know, you're ruining my  happiness with all this
scary negativity. I'm finally not a virgin and now I  gotta look out for gay
boogie men who want to do me harm." To lighten-up a  little, I say, "I'm just
saying be aware and prepared for what some people are  capable of. Luckily
you ran into awesome me instead of some pervert." He  laughs, "You're joking
about it, but you are awesome!" I squeeze the back of  his neck just to see
his shoulders hunch and get him leaning into me again,  which he does, I
mumble, "Thanks, Liam. You're awesome too." What the fuck, I  tried and maybe
he will Google and learn something about the extremes of  sub/dom sex. Hell,
I'm a fine one to lecture him on being careful anyway. I've  been reckless
myself in that regard. Luckily most of my dominant sex partners  weren't
sadistic. I haven't had much experience with the really dominant  asshole types
and I'm going to keep it that way. That being said I still enjoy  being
submissive at times during sex. Liam will find his own level of comfort  and
probably it won't involve any type of sub/dom relationship.


Stopping at a  restaurant advertising 'The Best Steaks and Chops In Fort
Lauderdale', I look  at their menu. Huh, a steak sounds good. I'm hungry, so
I'm like, "How 'bout  this place, Liam?" He goes, "Yeah, okay. I ate here
last night with Lenny, and  Sissy. It was good, but kinda expensive. Angus
beef, ya know?" No I don't  know, but we go in anyway. Duh, of course it's
crowded. I register with the  woman at the desk, and then we find a place around
the crowded bar. Liam says,  "I'll just get a Coke, Dylan." I'm like, "Fuck,
whaddaya think I'm getting. I  can't get served." The girl next to me at
the bar gives me a smile and then  turns to the guy she's with, saying,
"Buster, help this kid out. He's cute  like my little brother, Tom." The big guy
leans over the bar in front of the  girl, asking me, "Dude, you want me to
order you a drink?" He has a very deep  voice and that plus the high decibel
level in here sorta gets my eardrums  vibrating. The faded t-shirt he's
wearing has,  'MARYLAND' on the front.  I turn to face the guy and his
girlfriend; then, grinning at the girl, I ask,  "Is your brother really as cute as
me?" The girl and Buster both laugh, then  Buster says, "No way, dude, you're
cuter," and the girl bumps into him, going,  "Tommy's cute too!" Buster holds
out his fist to me, "I'm Tim Buster and this  is my girlfriend, Red, how
you guys doing?" I bump his fist and introduce Liam  and myself, then say,
"Yeah, a drink would be awesome, Buster. What are you  drinking?" He holds up
his mostly full highball glass, "We're getting hammered  on bacon infused
bourbon old fashions. Awesome drink, dude. Do ya wanna  taste?" Not out of his
glass I don't, so I'm like, "I'll take your word for  it. Sure, I'd like one
of those. Oh, and a Coke for my friend here." Liam  says, "No, I'll have
one of those too." Buster holds his arm up and a bar maid  comes down, asking,
"Two more, big guy." Buster nods his head giving her a  toothy smile.


The drinks are put in front of  Buster and he slides then down to us, "Here
ya go, Dylan." Red holds up her  glass, saying, "Cheers, guys," and we
click glasses and take a sip. Liam says,  "Hey, this is good!" and I'm like,
"Yeah, it is," although it's wicked strong.  I go, "Thanks, Buster. What do we
owe you?" He goes, "It's on me, guys. What  school do you go to?" I'm like,
"Thanks, man, let me get the next round." I  tell him my college and then we
have a question and answer session, which is  what you do with strangers.
Liam tells them about USC and we find that Buster  and Red go to the
University Of Maryland, like his t-shirt strongly suggests.  They're seniors just
about to graduate. The hotel they're staying at is the  Hilton Beach Resort
and from what they say it sounds like a really jumping  spot. Neither of them
ever heard of the hotel I'm staying at, but they stayed  at Liam's hotel two
years ago. We learn that Buster and Red have been going  together since
high school and blah, blah, blah. Although it's difficult  carrying on a
conversation in here because it's noisy and music is playing  loudly, we manage by
shouting at one another like everyone else at the bar is  doing. Buster
seems like a nice guy although he's not good looking, but his  girlfriend's
pretty. He's big and she's tiny so it must be interesting in bed  having sex. I
can't help but wonder about her cute brother, Tommy. If he's as  petite as
she is I'd like to meet him. Little guys often have humongous cocks.  She's
very nice and makes Buster buy us all another round. Just as we're  thanking
him for our second drink his name is called over the PA system. He  goes,
"That's our table guys, nice meeting you." Red, being a little drunk,  gives
me a kiss on the cheek, then Liam's cheek, saying, "You guys are  adorable."
Liam's face catches on fire as she walks away with Buster's huge  arm
across her shoulders.

After putting out the  fire on Liam's face, I go, "Nice couple, huh?" He's
like, "Yeah, this bacon  drink rocks!" We both guzzle down some of the
strong bourbon drink, then Liam  says, "Um, I was impressed by the way you talk
so easily with strangers,  Dylan?" I'm like, "Actually I need to force myself
to do that. It doesn't come  naturally for me, but it gets easier the more
I force myself to do it. If the  strangers are nice it's easier, but with
assholes I tend to clam-up and try  making an exit. Anyway, Buster spoke to me
first, so that helped a lot." He  says, "I wish I could just strike up a
conversation like you did with them." I  shrug, "Well, I don't know what to
tell ya." and we grin at each other tapping  our old fashion glasses together
and taking another swallow." He goes, "These  are strong drinks, huh?"
Somebody taps my shoulder and I look around and  there's a girl I've never seen
before. She asks, "Can you order drinks for me  and my girlfriend? Just a
couple of beers." I explain our situation to her and  she goes, "Thanks for
nothing, asshole," and walks away with another girl.  What the fuck? Liam's
frowning, "Didn't she believe you?" I shrug, "Fuck her,"  and then I'm like, "I
could really go for a cigarette about now. Booze makes  me want to smoke."
He's like, "We'll lose our spot at the bar if we go out for  a smoke." Yeah,
he's right. It's even more crowed now than it was when we came  in. It's
spring break, so yeah every bar is packed with college kids. The lady
bartender walks up in front of me, saying, "It's a shift change, hun, and I  need
you to settle up your tab." Tab? I look at Liam, then back to the  bartender,
asking, "What tab?" She puts a computer strip in front of me,  saying,
"This one for ten bacon infused old fashions that you and your friends
ordered." I'm like flabbergasted, sputtering, "He, um, that other guy ran up  this
tab, not me. Their name got called when their table was ready." She says,
"Hey, collect it from him honey, or whatever. It's that big guy with the
redheaded girl, right?" I nod, muttering, "Yeah, Buster and Red," She goes,
"Well it's $122.34 with tax, I'll be back for it," and she goes further down
the bar passing out three more tabs like this one. Liam says, "Let's get out
of here, Dylan." I gulp the rest of my drink down and leave the computer
slip  on the bar without so much as touching it. We make our way through the
crowd  as fast as we can, then the door. "Lets jog a little, Liam," and
that's what  we do.


When we're a couple of  blocks away from the restaurant we stop running,
but continue walking. No one  is chasing us yelling 'thief', but I'm pissed,
"Nice couple, my ass!" Liam  goes, "Maybe the bartender will collect from
Buster at their table." Then he  goes, "Oh shit, you gave them your name at the
front desk. Maybe they can find  what hotel you're staying at." I say, "Not
likely, I gave the name, Dr.  Lecter. I thought you'd get a laugh when that
name was called, heh heh." He  goes, "You're so cool," and I'm like, "I
picked up that little trick from my  brother." We keep walking on the beach
until we're at the end of the promenade  and then settle for two grilled hot
dogs instead of a steak dinner. Liam,  finishing his second hot dog, mumbles,
"We saved some money anyway. Like I  said, that place is expensive." I
shrug, "Yeah, but a steak for dinner with  some fries and a salad sounded good to
me. Maybe some fried onion rings too."  He asks, "What time is it?"  "Ah,
it's almost nine o'clock, why?" He  says, "Lenny could be back in the room by
now, or if he's not we can't be sure  when he will be, so..." I go, "So we
can't get laid in there, right?" He nods,  "Yeah, I'd be too nervous he'd come
in on us. Damn, I really wanted to, um,  fuck your hot ass," and he grins
patting my left butt cheek." I go, "And  you're leaving in the morning, huh?
Damn, and I need to get that lit paper you  got the A on."


Carrying our sandals we  walk on the beach down past the promenade, then I
have an obvious thought,  "Well, Liam, can't you just text your roommate and
ask what his plans are?" He  says, "I could except for two things. One, my
cell phone is in the room and,  two, if I used yours he'd be curious and I
don't lie very good. He'll start  asking me questions." That's pretty lame,
but I put my arm across his  shoulders giving him a hug against my side,
telling him,  "We'll think of  something, Liam. There are places outside we can
do it. We just need to find  the right place." Liam's like, "Oh fuck, I
couldn't do that, Dylan. Not  outside, no way." Not wanting to disappoint him, I
mutter, "Yes you can, there  are ways, buddy. This will be your virgin
cock's first time fucking someone."  We're both feeling the bourbon drinks
because each drink was basically six  ounces of bourbon on the rocks. That con
artist, Buster, said there's some  bitters, orange, and sugar along with the
bourbon, but except for the ice it  was basically all bourbon. We're walking
slowly, my arm across Liam's  shoulders and he has his arm around the back
of my waist, which surprises me.  It's nice though. I ask, "Do you realize
we're walking like a girlfriend and  boyfriend?" He looks at me, "No we're
not, we're boyfriend and boyfriend." I  laugh because he's obviously drunk.
Giving his shoulders a hug, I mumble,  "Yeah, I guess technically you're right,
although we're actually not  boyfriends." He goes, "Yeah, we are, and I'm
going to dominantly fuck your hot  ass any minute now." That makes me laugh
so hard I need to stop and bend over.  The innocent way he said that just
struck me as so fucking funny, especially  considering how naive he is and just
five minutes ago he said there's no way  he could fuck outside. I can't
stop laughing so I guess I'm a little drunk  too. Liam starts laughing although
I don't think he knows what we're laughing  about.


I'm going , "Oh god,  you are so fucking funny, Liam!" I'm gasping and
taking a deep breath wiping  the tears from my eyes. Taking another deep breath,
I say, "Oh fuck, that was  priceless." He's grinning, asking, "What? What'd
I do?" I'm staring at Liam's  cute grinning face. He looks so young with
the little spaces between his top  teeth and his new short haircut. He makes
quite a picture, especially because  of the way he's standing with the huge
full moon way out over the ocean  seemingly right behind his head. He's such
a deliciously naive boy I can't  resist holding his face between my hands
and kissing him. His arms go around  me and we do a hot wet kiss with my
tongue in his mouth tasting mustard from  the hotdog. He moans as our lips slide
apart and the side of our faces move  against one another during a tight
hug, his arms around my back and my arms  around the back of his neck. It's
gives both of us boners. After hugging  tightly for a little bit, I kiss his
lips quickly, letting go of him,  murmuring, "I'm so glad we ran into one
another, Liam." He's biting his bottom  lip staring at me, then he mutters, "You
gave me another boner," and we  start laughing again. I go, "Lets walk near
the ocean," and I take his hand.  We saunter down towards the ocean hand in
hand, as he says, "I never in a  million years would ever have thought I'd
be holding hands with another guy on  spring break. I just never thought it
could happen." Squeezing his hand, I  murmur, "It feels nice, doesn't it?"


Still carrying our  sandals, and now without talking, we walk down the wet
part of the beach just  outside of where the waves run out. Way down past
the hotels we hear faint  music and stop to listen. Liam says, "Sounds like
another beach party." I  don't see any lights on the beach and after another
hundred yards, with the  music getting louder and louder, I see lights just
off the beach. "Lets walk  up towards the street, Liam. It looks like the
beach party isn't on the  beach." The area of the beach we're at runs steeply
up to the street above us.  Sure enough, at the street level we see a huge
party on a parking lot. There's  a truck with a stage in back of it and big
banners advertising a radio  station. On the stage is a DJ playing rock music
and about a hundred college  kids are dancing on the parking lot in front of
the stage with another hundred  hanging around the perimeter of the dance
area. Everyone has big plastic cups  of beer in their hands. Behind the
parking lot is a large shopping center  that's closed for the night. Two police
cars are beyond the truck with cops  leaning against the fenders of the
patrol cars smoking. Huh! "Liam asks, "What  the fuck is this?" I go, "Some radio
sponsored spring break party. Probably  promoting Fort Lauderdale as a
spring break paradise. See the guy taking  video." The camera the man is holding
has writing on the side:  WSVN-TV  NBC. "This is like an advertisement for
Fort Lauderdale so college students  will see a fifteen second clip on NBC
news and want to come here for spring  break next year."


As we walk onto the  parking lot, the song ends. It was, 'Change' by
Crystal Fighters, which is a  cover of The Tears For Fears band. The DJ takes the
microphone to promote  his FM station. Seems like a waste of time since well
over ninety percent of  these two hundred college-age students won't be in
Fort Lauderdale next week.  The DJ has several chins and his fading blond
hair is cut in the longish hair  style of the eighties, which looks like shit
on older middle age guys. He's a  fat man with a sharp beaked nose jutting
from his red dumpling face. The top  buttons of his extra large shirt are
unbuttoned and the shirt hangs over the  mass of his stomach like a flag for
his appetite. He babbles on as the crowd  gets restless and then 'Meet
Virginia' by the rock band, Train, begins  playing, and the man with several chins
goes back to doing whatever he was  doing before he interrupted the music.


After getting big  plastic cups of beer we drink and smoke watching the
dancers from the edge of  the crowd. I'm thinking of asking if Liam to dance
when he says, "I'm not too  good at telling jokes, Dylan, but I just thought
of this one. I'm gonna try  telling it to you." I'm like, "Go ahead." He
goes, "There's these two mental  patients. A man, Ralph, and a woman, Edna,
hanging out together during a rare  field trip outside the mental institution.
They're at a lake and everything is  going good until Ralph suddenly jumps
into the lake and sinks like a stone.  Edna jumps right in after him and saves
the dope. The head nurse sees this and  back at the mental ward she fills
out the paperwork for Edna to be discharged.  Then she tells Edna she has
good news and bad news. Edna's like, 'Duh, what is  it?' The nurse tells her
the good news is Edna's being released back into  society because she reacted
rationally to a crisis situation by saving Ralph's  life, indicating mental
stability. The bad news is Ralph hung himself with his  bathrobe belt off
the shower rod in the bathroom. Edna says, 'Oh, Ralph didn't  hand himself. I
hung him up there to dry'." I laugh because it was Liam  telling the joke,
but I'd heard it before. Liam was cute telling it, laughing  the whole time,
obviously anxious to tell me the punch line. He's a very  likable kid, as
I've mentioned before.


I finally get him to  dance with me. We find a space on the dance floor but
it's so crowded it's  hard to know who's dancing with who. Liam dances okay
too, which kinda  surprises me, but before we know it we're dancing with
two girls who had been  dancing with each other. We do that for two fast
numbers and then a slow  number comes on and I say, "Excuse us girls, we gotta
get another beer." Liam  and I exit without ever finding out the girls' names.
Liam says, "That girl  you were dancing with was kinda cute, but the one I
danced with was lumpy." I  go, "Yeah, with her robust shape she really
shouldn't wear anything clingy."  There are two half kegs of Miller beer. One
light and one regular. After  waiting in line we get another sixteen ounce cups
of beer from the regular  keg. Of course we need another beer like we need
another hole in our heads,  but because we're shit-faced already it seems
like a good idea. What the fuck,  it is spring break and the drinks have all
been free tonight.


Standing near the beach  drinking, smoking,  and listened to the music we
watch people dance  commenting critically about individuals' dancing styles.
Then we talk about  how cool it is being away from home, college, and all
responsibilities for a  week. Near us other guys are drinking and talking and
one guy yells, "You're  so full of shit, Hank! You'd need help like anybody
else. It's like Hemingway  said, no man is an island," and Liam calls over
to them, "It was John Donne  who said that, not Hemingway." The four guys
gawk over giving Liam dirty looks  and one of the guys gives him a finger while
another one says, "No shit,  asshole. Your mommy called and she wants you
to come home now." Not real  friendly so I drift over near the keg pulling
Liam's arm so he'll follow me.  "Liam, I'd rather not get in a fight tonight
if you don't mind. A debate as to  who wrote whatever doesn't sound like a
good time to me, especially with  drunks." He nods his head, then says, "I'm
drunk too. Those were big drinks,  the old fashion ones and then these
beers." That has nothing to do with what I  just said to him, but I'm feeling a
little tipsy myself. I mumble, "Yeah, all  big drinks tonight, but what I'm
trying to tell you is that some guys are  always looking for trouble so don't
encourage them. Ya know, just don't talk  to anyone, okay?" He frowns and
I'm like, "You ready for another beer?" He  goes, "Fuck, I guess so. These are
big cups though." Oh man, yeah big drinks,  I get it. There's still a line
at both kegs as the partiers get drunker and  therefore drink more beer,
faster. Not that it makes any sense.

A guy in the line for  Miller Light across from me is loudly telling his
buddies, "I'm not going to  the five year high school reunion," and his friend
goes, "Oh fuck, I thought  of a joke," then he turns around and says to a
girl, "This will be you, Janie,  and Donna in a few years." He has one of
those voices that carries and he's  talking loudly so most everyone in both
beer lines can hear him. He says,  "These three broads meet at their tenth high
school reunion. Cathy arrives  first dressed to impress, then Sue shows up
dressed in expense stuff. Their  other girlfriend, Jan, is looking shabby
wearing blue jeans and a faded  t-shirt. They pour drinks down their throats
with Cathy and Jane trying to  outdo each other bragging about how successful
they've been since high school.  Cathy says she graduated from Princeton
where she met and married Bill, who's  now a partner in one of New York's
biggest law firms. They live in a 4000  square foot co-up on Fifth Avenue. Sue
tells the other two how she graduated  from Harvard business school, married
Clint who's a leading Wall Street  investment banker. Then it's shabby
Jane's turn and she tells how she had to  leave school at seventeen to run off
with the boy she eventually married, a  guy named Ted. They both work at a
tropical bird park in Memphis and grow  their own vegetables to cut down on the
grocery bills. She says they're just  getting by, but Ted has a really big
dick. To entertains his fellow workers he  can stand five good size parrots,
side by side, on his erect  penis."


That gets everyone in both lines  laughing. The loud mouth goes on with his
joke, "Anyway the three girls get  hammered and near the end of the night
Cathy blurts out a confession that her  husband is actually a cashier at
Wal-Mart and they live in a tiny apartment in  Brooklyn. Sue gives in too
explaining she exaggerated greatly too. Her and  Clint are both nurses aids in a
retirement home and they live in Jersey City.  Jane shrugs admitting she too
exaggerated. She confesses the fifth parrot on  her husband's boner has to
stand on one leg." Everybody in line roars at that  and we get a good laugh
too. Liam calls over, "Good joke, dude," and the guy  asks, "You being a wise
ass?" Liam's like, "No, seriously, good joke." The guy  says, "Here's a
idea, mind your own fucking business." I'm muttering to Liam,  "Will you stop
breaking into other people conversation." He frowns, "I was  just practicing
talking to strangers like you said a while ago." We refill our  cups
finally, and to get Liam away from other drunks, I'm like, "Lets walk  further down
the beach and see what's there." Liam goes, "I'm guessing the  ocean," and
I point to the distance, saying, "Not down the beach to the ocean  numb nuts...
 over in that direction." He giggles, "I'm drunk." I mutter, "No  shit,"
and he goes, "Hey, when do I get to try fucking you?" I shrug because  I've
kinda lost interest in that. It's the booze, and it's Liam too. He's a  sweet
likable kid, cute too, but he's starting to get on my nerves and I'm
missing my friends. I've spent the last two days with guys I just met. First
Terry and now Liam. It kinda makes me realize how special my friends are. The
ones I've known for years I mean. That's probably not fair to Liam, but you
know...

We wander down past the  party into blackness except for the moon. Looking
up I don't see stars. Oh  great, maybe rain tomorrow. Balls! Liam's telling
this long-winded tale of a  crush he had on someone last year that never
turned into anything because the  guy was straight. A familiar tale that
probably every gay guy could tell. I  guess my crush was on Chubby, although I
didn't know it was a crush until I  realized I was a full blown gay guy myself.
It's not a story I share with  Liam. We both take a long piss, giggling and
crisscrossing piss streams like  little kids. Later, while trying to light
one of the cigarettes he's bummed  off me tonight, Liam drops his cup of
beer and it splashes onto our legs. He  yells, "Fuck! I dropped my beer," and
again I mutter, "No shit." We stumble  along and I realize we've been walking
on dirt for a while now, not sand. I  go, "Stop," and we both look around
seeing not much of anything except a  highway at the top of the dirt beach,
and way on the other side of the highway  there are dark business buildings.
Liam asks, "Where are we?" Looking back  from where we came I can't even see
the lights of the parking lot party. I  mutter, "Shit. Why'd we keep
walking, Liam?" He goes, "I was following you." I  turn around, draining my cup of
beer, and see four guys walking towards us.  Dropping my empty cup, I
mumble, "Liam, don't fucking say a word to these  guys. Just keep your head down
looking at where your walking." The four guys  are talking loudly slurring
their words in a drunken way. When we're abreast  of them, one of them holds
up a cigarette, saying, "Do either of you girls  have a light?" Liam points
to me, "He does," and the fat fuck yells, "Well,  get over here and light my
cigarette, sweetie." I yell, "Go fuck yourself,"  and keep walking as Liam
yells, "Eat a shit sandwich". Oh fuck! But a couple  of the guys laugh and I
hear one of them say, "That's the third time tonight  somebody's told Tiny
to go fuck himself," and there's more laughter. I refuse  to look back but I
expect to have the fat fuck pounce on my back at any  second. Liam's
looking back though, saying, "Jesus, Dylan, the guy only wanted  a light, ya
know?" I go, "Yeah, I give him a light and then he starts asking  us questions
and tries to intimidate us and one thing leads to another and it  turns into a
big bag of shit. I didn't feel like playing that game tonight."  He
chuckles, "Ha ha, that was cool... telling him to go fuck  himself."


"Come on, Liam, we gotta keep  moving. It's a good three miles to your
hotel." He belches a long one, then  giggles and stumbles sideways into me. I'm
pissed off at myself for walking  all the way to nowhere to see nothing.
Stupid! Carrying our sandals  again, I guide us down to the  ocean to wade in
water halfway to our knees washing off the beer Liam spilled  on us. He says,
"Lets sit down and rest for a minute." I look around for a  place to sit
and see half a dilapidated row boat abandoned up near the  highway. We walk to
it and sit on it without talking, just looking at the  rolling ocean and
the full moon way out there. It's pretty, and a bit  mind-blowing at the same
time. Liam leans against me and I put my arm across  his shoulders. We sit
like that for awhile and when I feel my eyes closing, I  go, "Lets get going,
Liam." He'd dozed off and when I said, 'let's get going',  he wakes up
mumbling, "I'm not a virgin." I get us walking again and in  fifteen minutes
we're off the dirt, walking on sand again and we can see the  party in the
distance. It's still going strong. Glancing at my watch: 11:54.  Huh, I thought
it was later. Liam asks, "Um, are you gonna let me fuck you  tonight or not?
You promised and god only knows when I'll get another chance."  I blow out
a lot of air puffing out my cheeks, then go, "Yeah, okay, sure."  Looking up
to the top of the beach I see the highway has obviously gone off in
another direction and there's a regular street up there now. Well, since this
spot is too wide open for any kind of intimate behavior, we walk up to  the top
of the beach and onto the street to walk along the  side of the road
looking at the shopping center ahead. It's the one behind the  party. "Lets see
what's there, Liam."


It's a fairly big two-story enclosed  shopping mall that's been closed for
almost three hours  now. Low security lights inside and some outside too,
but no human activity at  all. Liam asks, "We going to break in?" I go, "Oh
yeah, we'll break into the  mall. That's a plan, Liam." He tries a door, "It's
locked," and I'm like, "How  drunk are you? Get away from the fucking door!
There are security cameras we  can't see." He giggles and covers his face
with his hands. Jesus! Grabbing his  arm I pull him with me to walk around to
the front of the mall where there's  another parking lot. Duh! Hmmm, this
ain't gonna work out so I keep him  walking passed the mall on a sidewalk
that's running parallel to the beach.  Now there are homes on the beach side
and way up about a half mile the hotels  can be seen towering above everything
else. That's where the maintained,  life-guarded, beach begins. The
promenade is a mile or so up from there and my  hotel a half mile further. Liam's
hotel is a couple hundred yards further down  the beach than mine. Okay,
we're within range anyway. Our hotel, the one  Chubby booked, is supposed to be
one of the original big Fort Lauderdale  hotels smack dab in the middle of
the three miles of beach that the city  maintains for tourists. Liam's
bumping into me, almost sleep walking, so I  have my arm across his shoulders and
keeping us moving in the right  direction.

I'd like a cigarette, but I don't  want to do anything that might perk-up
Liam. I'm hoping to walk him down to  his hotel and say good night. Hopefully
he'll be tired enough to just go  inside. Passing up side-sex with Liam
isn't all that hard of a thing to do and  that's especially true in his current
condition. Wow, this is a long walk, but  I persevere and finally I see to
my left the beginning of the promenade so  we're getting there. No one is
walking on the sidewalk, but there's still  plenty of activity on the
promenade and I see guys playing touch football down  on the beach in the light of
the full moon. What are the chances they're  drunk? Ninety-nine to one
hundred percent? Heh heh. Best to stay on the side  walk away from any and all
activity. I can hear the guys on the beach  shouting, but only faintly. Oh
fuck, finally I see the front of my hotel. Holy  shit, someone's unloading their
car and just checking in. Staying on the  sidewalk I keep us going past my
hotel. Liam mumbles, "How much further,  Dylan?" Looking over I see he's
walking with his eyes closed... yes! I murmur,  "Almost there, buddy." That's if
'almost'  is two hundred yards.


Hope is building that I  can get him inside his hotel and get back to mine.
I wonder if the guys have  returned from Disney World yet? I'd like to be
in bed when they get back. I'll  tell a little white lie, number 2236, that I
spent the day on the beach, which  actually is almost true. Maybe I'll get
a little sympathy, but probably I'll  get, 'We told you that you should have
come with us'. And they'd be right too,  I should have. Fuck! It's Willie
who fucked up my day. That's not really fair  though because my day wasn't
totally fucked up. I had some fun with  Liam, and I helped another guy lose
his cherry. I really should start a school  helping young, cute gay guys
become familiar with sex for their first time.  Hell, it could be their second
time if the first time they tried it kinda  bombed. You know, helping them
overcome a bad experience. Maybe that should be  another class altogether
though. Oh, there's Liam's hotel. I'm not telling the  sleep-walker we're here
until we're inside. Oh boy, here we go.


We get some 'looks'  walking through the lobby, but seeing drunk college
students is hardly cause  for alarm here. At the elevators I push the button
for the eighth floor but as  we wait for it, the air conditioning in here
wakes  Liam out of his slumber. He mumbles, "It's cold, Dylan," as he looks
around  and asks, "What's this?" The elevator doors open. A guy and a girl walk
out  with the girl asking us, "Too much to drink, boys?" I smile at her as
Liam  mutters, "Eat a shit sandwich." Jesus! We get on the elevator and I'm
pushing  the 'close door' button a few times. Fucking elevators are so slow!
The door  closes as Liam asks, "Who was that girl?" I go, "Nobody." He's
blinking his  eyes, muttering, "Is this my hotel?" I go, "Yeah," and he goes,
"I'm totally  exhausted. How about you?" I go, "Yep! It was those straight
bourbon drinks a  couple of hours ago on an empty stomach." He leans against
the wall of the  elevator yawning, then mumbles, "And the half dozen big
cups of beer." I nod  my head as the elevator bumps to a stop and the doors
slowly open. I might as  well walk him to his room.


We pass people who are  laughing and talking loudly in the hallway and then
we're at Liam's room. "Do  you have your card-key, Liam?" He fumbles his
wallet out, asking, "You're  coming in with me, right?" I ignore that and take
the card from his fingers.  Sliding it through the slot, the light blinks
green and I open the door.  Someone asks, "That you, Liam?" Hot shit! His
roommates in the room.  Liam goes, "Yeah, just a second," and stumbles into me
backing me out in  the hall to give me a wet kiss that slides off my lips.
The door closes again.  Fuck! I still have his key so I say, "You're awesome,
Liam. I'll probably see  you tomorrow," and open the door again pushing him
in. He giggles, "See ya  tomorrow," and I step back and let the door close.
I hear his roommate talking  to Liam and Liam mumbling, "Eat a shit
sandwich." Then I hurry back down the  hallway to the elevator. I won't see Liam
tomorrow because he's leaving in the  morning. On the elevator I feel kinda
bad leaving him so abruptly, but  I'll bet he won't remember details tomorrow
when he wakes up. Maybe he'll even  think we had that last fuck. Hope he
does. Outside his hotel I walk down on  the promenade to head back up to my
hotel feeling relief. I would have enjoyed  feeling Liam's hard dick up my ass,
except it would have been some drunken,  bumbling first time attempt by
him. Yeah, but it still would have been  cool knowing his virgin's cock in my
ass had never been up anyone else's  ass. He probably would have climaxed
immediately anyway, and that makes me  think of that first time for Connor, and
I've gotta smile. Walking down the  promenade I think nice thoughts of Liam
because he was a sweet kid, and then  remember I didn't get his A- lit
paper. The booze did him in. Fuck it, I don't  really need the extra credit.
Okay, let's see... in my school for cute gay  virgins they'll be only limited
alcohol consumption allowed. Just enough to  reduce inhibitions. That'll be one
of the rules. I'm still not sure about  the tuition for the school. Keeping
it reasonable is probably the way to  go.


It's almost one o'clock  in the morning, but there's still a lot of foot
traffic on the promenade  including a shouting match between two guys and a
girl, all yelling at each  other at the same time. I hurry by that and stop at
a small burger joint six  shops away. There's a counter open to the
promenade with a short line. I get  in the line and five minutes later it's my
turn. A friendly man asks, "What  get I get you?" and I order a cheeseburger and
a Coke, then eat it walking  down to my hotel. Damn, that was tasty! Wiping
my greasy mouth with my arm and  dumping the wrapper in a trash can I carry
my half full cup of Coke inside the  hotel shivering in the air
conditioning. Yea, I made it. Going up the steps  I'm anxious to see Chubby and Robby,
but inside the room it's dark and empty.  I've received eight texts during
the day from the Disney World boys and they  had nothing but good news to
report. The best news from my point of view is  Robby saw Danny for only about
twenty minutes total. Aaah, that's too bad for  Danny. He should have
planned it out better... heh heh. Turning on lights while  finishing my Coke I go
out on the balcony for a smoke and to gawk at the ocean  with the moon shining
brightly and reflecting off the water. There are a few  people on the beach
walking although I can't make out if they're guys or  girls. Mostly I see
the lit end of two cigarettes they're carrying, or  possibly they're joints.
Probably joints. I text Robby, 'Where are you?' No  response though. He's
probably sleeping in the car on the way back  here.


Finished my cigarette,  I go back inside to hit the bathroom for a long
piss. Then brush my teeth and  gargle with minty mouthwash, drop my clothes on
the floor and get in the  shower. With shampoo in my hair the lights in the
bathroom goes out.  Fuck! This is creepy. Did I lock the front door? I'm
motionless looking out  the distorted glass of the shower stall's door thinking
I see motion out  there, like someone moving. Watching a shape come closer
to the shower, I go,  "Robby?" A hand presses against the glass and I yell,
"Chubby, turn the  fucking light on!" Grabbing the plastic bath gel bottle
I'm thinking I'll  squirt it in the intruder's eyes. The door swigs open and
Robby goes, "Boo!"  Gulping, I try to be cool, but squirt bath gel on his
shirt, gasping, then  saying, "Hey, boyfriend, it's not nice to make someone
shit in the shower." He  laughs and reaches in for a hug getting his clothes
wet. We kiss and he goes,  "I'll be right in there with you." The light goes
back on as I take a deep  breath. Damn! I ask, "Are you guys drunk?" As
Robby takes a piss he goes, "We  had beers at a number of places in the park,
but that was hours ago so I'm not  drunk so much as I've got a little
hangover buzz going for me now. Hey, that  place is fucking expensive!" I ask, "Was
it worth it?" and he says, "Yeah, but  I enjoyed it more when dad was
paying for everything." I go, "You cheap  bastard," and he laughs, mumbling, "I'm
not cheap." I'm rinsing the  shampoo out of my hair as he says,  "We stayed
until the park closed to  get our money's worth. Good fireworks," and then
I hear him brushing his  teeth. Then he's inside the shower with me and our
naked bodies slide together  as we kiss and hug.


It's a long sexy kiss  under the flow from the shower head, then three fast
kisses and another hug.  Oh man, he feels good. What a body my boyfriend
has! He steps back with a hand  on each of     my shoulders grinning at me, "I
 missed you, Dylan. How the fuck am I going to make it through this summer
without you?" I shrug not wanting to talk about that, "Let's not talk about
 that Robby. Um, is Chubby in the room?" He goes, "He's in the other guys'
room getting a beer. Your brother drove all the way back himself so he said
he  needs a beer, but I wanted to see you." I get gel on my hand, "Close
your eyes  Robby," and I wash his cute face feeling each perfect feature, then
his ears,  rubbing his ears between my fingers as he grins with his lips
closed. He  holds his face up to the water flow rinsing off the suds and then
does the same for me. I love the feel of the palms of his hands sliding
over  my face and then his fingers on my ears. I grin too. Without talking we
take turns washing each outer using only gel and our hands and it gets  very
sexy. The palms of my hands sliding over his chest and down on his tight
stomach, then with us chest to chest both my hands wash his back and up the
back of his neck, then we kiss and hug swaying under the water. I stare at
his  face as he washes my body and I can't imagine a more handsome-cute face
than  his. The way he does everything, Robby's concentrating on washing
every inch  of my torso occasionally smiling or grinning at me, like... 'ain't
this  fun!'.


We leave the cleaning  of our asses and our groin areas for last. Taking
turns kneeling down we wash  each others legs with both hands encircling them
and running from ankles up  till the back of our hands move our scrotums
making us chuckle. It's so sexy  having him wash my feet and just as sexy
washing his. Our cocks have been  hard, bumping against each other from back when
we were washing each  other's chests and backs, kissing and hugging. Now
I'm washing his groin,  cock, and  balls. When I'm stroking his cock Robby
arches his back  moaning. Then both my hand move over his tight butt cheeks
with us chest to  chest again kissing with our eyes closed. Robby's body
stiffens when I push a  finger up his ass. It gets him squirming against me when I
rub his prostate. A  groan and a moan from him as he lays against me.
Taking my finger out makes  him gasp and I stand back a step while he loads his
hands with bath gel. With  both hands he caresses my private parts and
strokes my boner making  me gasp and hump my hips a few times. Precum drools out
from my piss slit  with me grunting and putting my hands on Robby's
shoulders. Then chest to  chest again and lips to lips he rubs his slippery hands
over my buttocks and a  finger goes inside me with my body stiffening now. "No,
Robby, I'll  cum." He takes his finger out and turns me around. My hands go
to the shower  stall wall as I push my ass out. Robby's hand rest on my hip
as the head of  his fat hard cock pokes my anus. The lips spread slowly and
then, Oooh," as  the head of his cock pushes past my sphincter muscle and
nestles inside my  rectum feeling wonderful. I go, "Oooh, feels good, Rob,
mmm,  ooh."

Robby humps two inches  of shaft up my ass and a long drool of precum hangs
from my pee slit for a  second before dropping to the swirling water on the
floor. The shower flow is  hitting mostly Robby now as I lay against the
wall, Robby pushing the rest of  his hard fat cock up my ass and leaning his
body against my back. His arms  wrap around my waist and he begins moving
just his hips fucking me and it  feels so good I'm biting my bottom lip to keep
my moaning to a reasonable  level and trying not to make an ass of myself.
The side of his face  is against my ear and I hear him going, "Ooh, ooh,
ooh," with each thrust of  his boner up my ass, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," and I go,
:"Mmmmm, aaah, aah, ooh  Robby... feels so good." He thrusts harder picking up
the speed of his  thrusting and I'm squirming against the wall of the shower
stall with steam  all around us and water splashing off Robby hitting my
back. My boner's  plastered between the wall and my stomach pointing up as my
climax  builds and builds. Wet, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds as he smacks into
my ass  cheeks and that fat hard piston of his brings on pleasurable
eruptions in my  rectum with every trip it makes going in and coming back, "Slap,
slap, slap,"  and, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," Robby moaning desperately as he fucks me
faster and  faster until I squeal with cum shooting straight up the wall
then sliding  down it all white and creamy. Robby's flat against me putting
humping pressure  on my buttocks as he groans and fills my bowels with cum,
then again he humps  against me his cock pouring his semen up my ass. He groans
again, then  sighs laying against me motionless breathing hard. It's was
three minutes of  sexual bliss but we both climaxed way too quickly, obviously
missing our  sex together.





Oh man that felt good!  Too fast but really good. Robby gets his breath
back and thrusts in my messy  ass for another minute or so before murmuring,
"That was so fucking overdo,  baby. Loved hearing your familiar squeal again,"
and he pulls his cock out and  smacks my ass, "SMACK!" stinging extra hard
with the water. I turn around  and we hug and kiss for a bit before washing
each other a little more. Robby  washes my ass and the back of my legs again
and then we stand under the water  hugging, the sides of our faces side by
side until we both sigh and letting  go. Looking into each other eyes we
grin and Robby rubs my head, "Come on,  babe, let get out." We do that as I'm
turning off the water. Drying ourselves,  Robby asks, "Do ya wanna go over to
the other room for a beer?" I nod, "Yeah,  Rob," and I fall against him for
another hug and a kiss. "Miss me, baby?" I  go, "Yep, Rob, you're my man." H
e laughs and then we put shorts on and go down  the hallway to the other
guy's room with bare feet and no top. Life is  good.


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


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Donny  Mumford

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