Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2015 10:11:30 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 71 DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 71 by Donny Mumford Around midnight Robby and I are on our way down the hallway to Dodger's room. It's only three doors down and when we get there the door's unlocked so we let ourselves in. Chubby, Dodger, Connor, and Vinnie are on the balcony each holding a can of beer. Connor sees us and smiles, waving at us, "Hi guys, grab a beer and join the party." I stare at him a second thinking how good looking he is and how the Army and Dodger seem to be working out well for Connor. I'm very happy about that. Maybe I can stop worrying about him now. Picking up beers from the cooler we step out into the warm breezy night. The smell of the ocean is obvious and pleasant. The subtle sounds of the waves breaking on the beach mix with sounds and voices from the promenade that drift up to us unintelligibly. Great to be here in Florida near the ocean on a night in early May. After tonight we'll have tomorrow and tomorrow night before it's back to the reality of college final exams for three of us. The Army boys have another week of leave ahead of them and Vinnie has his high school graduation coming up. Everyone's giving me hugs like I've been missing for days. I feel like a celebrity. Actually there's nothing that makes me feel as good as being greeted warmly by my friends. To feel welcomed by guys who are glad to see me is a special thing that just makes me feel good all over. Not to be corny, but friends are one of life's greatest treasures. Well, these five friends have had an adventure at Disney World and they're eager to share it with me. I'm their audience, and as they talk about what happened they do it with embellishment of the humorous situations and it often involves making fun of themselves. They take turns, sometimes interrupting each other to tell their stories, most of which are very funny. Whatever negatives they incurred have either been forgotten or exaggerated for laughs. It sounds like they had a great time and I wish now I'd have gone with them and had stories to tell of my own. The stories I have to tell from today will remain exclusively for Liam and myself. It's weird to think I'm likely never to see him again. But, rehashing experiences you've had with your friends, even bad ones, often become fun and funny with time. We smoke, drink beer, talk and laugh until almost two in the morning before the need for sleep overtakes everyone. They've been up since early this morning and were on their feet most of the day. Then with four hours of driving thrown in for good measure it's understandable the lure of a bed wins out in the end. After more hugs we say goodnight. Robby and I fall asleep in each other's arms and don't wake up until after ten o'clock Friday morning. The first thing I think of is: Damn, this is our last day of spring break in Fort Lauderdale and we have no special plans for our last day except to make this a beach day and improve on our tans as proof back at Merrimack that we lived an authentic, traditional college spring break. Everyone buys breakfast sandwiches, orange juice and coffee from the take out refreshment stand at the hotel and eat at one of the picnic tables, then we rent beach chairs. Finding a spot that not too crowded on the beach requires a walk down from our hotel a little ways, but we claim a good spot halfway to the ocean and set up our chairs. The Disney World boys are dragging a little bit this morning while I feel surprisingly good considering all the drinking Liam and I did last night. It's perfect weather, sunny and warm with a nice breeze off the ocean and pretty good waves for body surfing. My beach chair's between Connor's and Robby's with both of them quietly relaxing and me casually comparing their faces. Both are extremely good looking in a youthful way, although they don't look like each other at all. Connor's got dark hair and dark blue eyes and without the coloring he got from the sun he's very fair complected. Somehow he looks very Irish to me while Robby looks like the perfect all-American boy with his blond hair and bright blue eyes. They both have hot bodies with Connor's improved body compliments of his Army life and Robby's compliments of a great combination of genes and an athletic life. They're basically the same size, both slim but not thin. Heh heh, nice legs too although I'd never say that out loud. That'd be too gay. Connor's good looks are such that no one, guy or girl, would argue the fact he's very good looking, while Robby's face is sexier with pouty lips and an especially cute nose and mouth. Their facial features of, eyes, nose, and mouth go perfectly together and compliment each other which is not unusually the case as most people have at least one facial feature that's not compatible with the rest, and very often it's the nose. Vinnie's like that being a cute guy with an oversized nose that's actually kind of cute on him now I guess, but it's unlikely to be so when he's older. Someone told me noses keep growing as you get older. All these guys are good looking and it's my good fortune to know them and be able to appreciate their exceptional good looks. They certainly defy the law of averages which I'd estimate produces only one cute or good looking guy out of ten or twelve. That's true as far as I'm concerned anyway, but we all have differing view as to what constitutes a cute or good looking person. There's also the average-defying fact that five out of six of my friends here are gay. At one time I even thought my brother might be gay or bisexual, although now I'm not so sure. Maybe if he were bi at one time he's since suppressed that part of his nature to concentrate of the other part. Chubby is the only one who knows for sure. There's a certain amount of chance and happenstance involved in me knowing so many gay boys, but it also has to do with the fact gays tend to gravitate toward their own kind. That's similar to all minority or ethnic groups, gay or straight. For example in Boston the concentration of Irish descendants live in Southie, the Italian population is dominant in the North End and the Latino population is largely in East Boston while African Americans tend to live in Roxbury, Dorchester, and Mattapan. As for the gay population they tend to favor part of Boston's South End I think, but Provincetown is really the home for a large segment of Massachusetts' gay community. So yeah, minorities tend to feel more comfortable with neighbors they have the most in common with just like with me and my gay friends. No minority is exclusively segregated of course, but generally speaking it holds true. I feel lucky to live in the shadow of Boston, a very diverse city ethnically and racially with over half the population being people of color. The suburbs not so much, but there are pockets representing all minority groups there too only to a lessor degree than in the city. Why am I thinking these thoughts? How the hell should I know, I just am. And then, ha ha, Connor asks me, "What are you thinking about, Dylan?" I laugh, saying, "You don't want to know." Then to change the subject, I ask, "Wanna go in for a swim?" He does and so does Robby, so that's what we do. The whole day is sunbathing, swimming and body surfing along with some walks on the beach. Wandering down the beach, as usual, I'm casually checking out what's out there in the way of especially attractive guys. Straight guys do the same sort of thing except they're looking for sexy and beautiful female types so it's not like I'm some kind of pervert. Just looking or glancing and appreciating the view when possible. A little after one o'clock we have lunch at a pizza joint on the promenade, and then it's more of what we did this morning. We call it a day around six o'clock, turn in our chairs retrieving our drivers licenses, and then make plans for dinner as we walk back to our hotel. The knowledge that our spring break is coming to a close is unspoken, but on everyone's mind. It's an inescapable fact and we're all a little less exuberant than earlier in the week when it was all in front of us instead of behind us. Chubby says, "Lets make our last night the best night of the week." That's a good idea except for the fact we've all pretty much had our fill of too much drinking and we're a little run down from too many hangovers, plus tomorrow we have at least a twenty hour drive ahead of us. Dodger says, "Jeff, I'm going to take it easy tonight. We've got a killer drive tomorrow." Robby says, "Yeah, me too," and Chubby's like, "You wimps! Ya only live once. Man-up and put your big boy shorts on and lets party, right Dylan?" I say, "Oh yeah," without much enthusiasm. The human body can only take so much. In our room Chubby takes his shower first while Robby's in an amorous mood which soon has me in the same state of mind. He seems very confident and dare I say a bit dominant. He's aggressive with his making out, groping my package sexily as we kiss and hug one another. It's like he's hungry for sex even though we had a very hot fuck last night in the shower. His hand is behind my head holding it in place while he kissed me with a lot of tongue, his other hand's holding onto my hardening dick. Then he lets go of me, gasps a little and pulls my bathing suit just to the bottom of my buttocks. As he pulls his swim suit down he pushes the back of my head and I lean over grabbing the arm of the sofa and stick my ass up feeling sexily hot and aroused by Robby's dominant take-charge approach. We haven't said a word since we started making out and the anticipation of feeling his hard cock up my ass sends a shiver of submissiveness up my spine making my shoulders shudder... oh yeah, that's awesomely sexy. Robby deliberately smacks my ass hard a few times and then immediately humps his bone-hard fat cock in past my spinster muscle as my back arches and I stifle a moan. Robby grunts forcing his fat cock up my ass and then he lays against my buttocks gripping both my shoulders tightly. He begins with hard deliberate thrusts, each one bumping me forward as I go, "Uh!". Robby's pulling his cock back slowly stimulating every nerve ending in my rectum, and then a hard hump back up my ass with his body smacking against me, "Uh!" These deliberate humps up my ass gets both our boners harder and thicker. I look back and he gives me a smirk and then a hard hump and, "Uh, Rob, ooh." He continues with these deliberate rather slow hard thrusts for maybe two minutes. It seem to me very dominant of Robby and it's very arousing. Then Robby's orgasm must be building because he apparently can't resist harder, faster penetrations now, "SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP," with him taking a hand off my shoulder to smack my ass with each penetration. Hard fast humps up my ass that have me squirmy and submissive and very turned on. Robby goes, "Mmm, uh!" with each fast penetration, that plus the smacks on my ass stimulates a lot of activity of the orgasm-building variety. It only take a few minutes of these fast penetrations before my orgasm is about to explode. I really should cover my mouth to muffle my squeal so Chubby can't hear it in the shower and I need to hold onto the arm of the sofa because Robby slamming his boner up my as, "Slap, slap, slap, plus i should cup in front of my boner to prevent my ejaculation from splattering the side of the sofa. Can't do three things with two hands though, so I hold onto the arm of the sofa with one hand and cup a hand in front of my bone-hard quivering cock with the other and gasp while arching my back, then hump my hips and squeal at the incredible sexual pleasure of a hard stream of cum traveling up my boner and out the sensitive head of my cock. Oh fuck what an awesome sensation! Cum splashes off the palm of my hand, then another four squirts of cum with me dizzy from the thrill of it all as Robby continues pounding his fat boner up my ass, now grunting, "Mmm ah," with each hard thrust. Then he makes a desperate grunt and holds his groin against my buttocks humping there making a whining should of arousal while filling my bowels with his hot jism. He gasps, then sighs and then humps long thrusts in my sloppy cum-filled ass a few times with his spunk drooling out around his still hard cock and running down the back of my legs. A final grunt from Robby when he pulls his cock from my ass gasping and bending over with his hands on his knees and his cock sticking out all slimy with his own creamy discharge. Robby takes some deep breaths as I stand up and look behind me at the cum running down the back of my legs. Big orgasm from my boyfriend. Robby straightens up taking another deep breath, then smiling, "You okay, Dylan. Jesus, that was so fucking hot. I wasn't too rough was I?" I put my hands behind his neck and kiss him, saying, "That was an awesomely hot and sexy extemporaneous fuck, Rob. Do that anytime you get the urge. I'm at your service as your loyal lover and best friend." He grins hugging me, "You're so fucking awesome, Dylan. I was getting embarrassed that I was so rough with you, but I couldn't stop. Now you say you loved it so I was worried for no reason, huh?" He kisses me, "I love you, Dylan," then, "Damn, let me get some tissues to wipe that cum off the back of your legs before your brother sees it." I rub my hand with tissues getting the cum partially off as Robby tries cleaning cum off his dick, then he wipes up the back of my legs, mumbling, "Don't know what came over me, babe. It was just that I got so hot for you I kinda lost it." I mumble, "You can kinda lose it anytime you want with me, Rob. Dude, you're my man." He chuckles, "I don't even know what you mean by that, but I don't like myself when I get carried away and lose control. You deserve better." I pull my swim suit up feeling Robby's cum residue drying on the back of my legs even as more of his cum is slowly drooling out my ass and being absorbed by my damp swimsuit. I go, "No, that was a hot recreational fuck, Rob. They're good anytime the urge and circumstance allows them." He laughs, "You're the only person I know who has a category for different kinds of sex." I go, "Oh yeah, that's because it's my hobby." He laughs again giving me a hug, "You're truly priceless, Dylan," then a kiss as we hear Chubby's shower turn off. Robby rubs my head affectionately and I lean into him thinking he's awesome. I'm lucky he loves me the most. He hasn't said anything about his quick visit with Danny at Disney World. I don't know why I thought they'd have sex together. I mean, where in the fuck could they have sex at the park? Stupid of me to have worried about it. Robby mentioned in passing in a text to me from the park yesterday that he saw Danny for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes and of course Danny was with his family. What'd I think, they'd fuck in the Magic Kingdom? Ha ha. It goes without saying that if I was there and wanted to have sex with some hot dude like Robby, I sure as shit would have come up with some solution, but that's just me. Danny and Robby aren't as imaginative as I happen to be when it comes to matters of sex. I've never been to Disney World but there's no way there isn't some hidden little spot for a quick stand-up recreational fuck and then, thanks, dude, that was hot'. You know, like that. Robby and I take separate showers with me going last. Dressed in shorts, t-shirt, and sandals we go out for dinner. Naturally Chubby's wearing a t-shirt with a huge picture of Mickey Mouse on the front and Dodger's wearing some kind of dumb Donald Duck beanie. Oh well it's those two being themselves. After the usual differences of opinion we decide on Italian cuisine tonight. I order chicken parmesan with spaghetti and it was just okay as was everyone else's meal. We split the bill six ways as Chubby's talking-up some bubbly girl at the table next to ours. How Chubby puts up with all that girl's silly giggling I can't imagine. Walking out Chubby tells us the girl mentioned something about a free concert at a parking lot down past where the beach ends. It's probably the same parking lot Liam and I were at last night. We walk down the beach with quite a few other college kids going where we're going, many of them drinking beers. Way down past the promenade we see lights strung around the parking lot and hear a band tuning up. At this part of the beach we need to walk up the same steep slope Liam and I walked up, and at the top I see a much larger crowd than the one we were in last night. It's impossible to get near the stage where a live band is playing so we gather at the fringe where there's a guy in a van selling cups of beer and wine. Chubby goes, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," and he gets in line as the rest of us mutter, "Good luck with that." None of us look twenty-one, but Chubby comes back with a cardboard carrier holding six sixteen ounce cups of beer. "Hey, way to be, Jeff!" from Dodger as we each take a cup. I say, "Nice job, bro," and Chubby says, "They're not carding anyone." No one's heard of the band so my sociable brother talks with some girls and discovers there will be three bands playing tonight and they're all local bands that make the rounds of bars and clubs up and down the east coast of Florida. The band playing now has a really good lead singer although from where I'm at I can't make out what he looks like. Chubby asks me to hold his half cup of beer and he dances with one of the girls he was talking with. She's okay except she's a little taller than Chubby, plus my brother is a terrible dancer. Chubby rejects that assessment of course, and the girl doesn't seem to mind. As a matter of fact most of the guys I see aren't very good dancers while most of the girls are. Funny how that works. I'd like a cigarette but with a cup of beer in each hand the smoke will have to wait. Connor asks me, "What are the chances you and me can find some private time together tonight?" I grin at him, "We'll make the time, buddy. How's that?" He nods and blushes, muttering, "Cool, thanks." I ask him, "Have you hooked up with anyone in Texas?" He shrugs, "Not really, but I have my eye on a guy who seems as shy as me so maybe, ya know." "Are you pretty sure he's gay?" Connor goes, "Um, no, but he's shy and, I don't know." I say, "Did you ask Dodger his opinion about that guy you have your eye on?" He's like, "Oh, yeah. I ask Dodger about everything. We're wicked tight. He's awesome and includes me in everything. It's a lot of fun hooking up with him." That makes me feel good and makes me like Dodger even more. Then I wonder what exactly Connor meant when he said it's a lot of fun hooking up with Dodger. None of my business. Then I wonder about Dodger and Vinnie... like how and when they've found the time for some sex together. I know damn well Dodger's managed somehow. One thing leads to another and one beer leads to another and somehow it eleven o'clock and Connor and me are sort of dancing together holding our cups of beer while we're doing it. I've showed Connor some dance steps three or four different times the past year and as long as he sticks to those he does pretty good. It's fun watching him concentrate on keeping the beat as his beer slushes over the edge of the cup he's holding. I'm trying not to laugh and then a girl taps Connor on the shoulder, saying, "Okay, you've danced with your boyfriend, now dance with me." Connor blushes and mumbles, "Oh, okay," and he does. Of all the fucking nerve, ha ha, leaving me here holding my dick. I look around and notice my home boys have disappeared in the crowd. When did that happen? Lighting a cigarette I'm gawking around seeing all these college kids on their last night of spring break and wonder what it's like around here Monday with thousands less guests. Connor joins me with a shy grin on his face. There are many little beads of sweat on his forehead, "That was Cindy. She asked me if I wanna make-out some place." I ask, "Well, what'd ya say?" and he goes, "I said, yeah, but with my boyfriend and she called me a fag and said I dance like shit. ha ha ha." He's really laughing and I'm sort of laughing along with him, but mostly I'm pleasantly surprised Connor had the balls to tell her that. I guess some of Dodger's rubbing off on him. Damn, that's cool. When he stops laughing, he goes, "I didn't even blush,. It must be the beers, huh?" I shrug, asking, "Did you see where the guys went?" and now he shrugs, then looks around, mumbling, "No, when'd they leave?" I don't know, but Connor's looking sexy with his sweaty face and his short hair plastered to his forehead. I go, "Don't know, but lets you and me go up to that shopping mall and find a secured spot where we can do what you told Cindy you wanted to do." His eyebrows go up, "Really?" I nod my head, " Yeah, really. Come on." We walk back in the direction of the hotel avoiding small groups of college guys and girls, some of them making out and at least one couple arguing. The girl is slurring her words, obviously drunk. Down a block or so from the party we drift up to the street and walk around to the front of the mall. We pass a girl with her back against one of the front doors and a guy leaning on her making-out with the guy's hand under her skimpy top copping a feel. I whisper to Connor, "Disgusting," and he giggles, then mumbles, "Disgusting." He chugs the last of his beer and drops the cup among many other empty cups scatter around. I mutter, "Litter bug," then chug the rest of my beer and drop my cup. Taking Connor's hand I lead him into an alcove where there are a couple of benches, a couple of trees and shrubs, and a slate area in front of a locked side door. It's dark in here and up against the recessed wall before the side door we're almost invisible to anyone walking by, not that there's anyone walking by. Putting my hand behind Connor's head and gently pulling it to mine my lips meets his sexy lips and he kisses back expertly. Ah ha, he's been gaining experience with someone and that someone might be Dodger. Hopefully Connor and Dodger are involved in some pure buddy sex. As we make-out it occurs to me that Connor no longer seems lost when with another gay guy. Actually he has a hand on either side of my face and he's hot and sexy with his making-out. He's laying against me now humping his package gently into mine and I think the teacher might be getting schooled by the student all of a sudden. My fingers are in the hair at the back of his head and his scent is very boyishly sexy, his tongue's in my mouth giving me a hard-on, and my hard-on is getting harder the more he humps against it. He's exerting just the right about of pressure with his humping hips to tantalize my growing boner and it feels really good. Connor licks around my mouth, but not in some wild manner. He's composed doing it slowly and then his tongue goes up the front of my nose and continues up and over my forehead into my short bangs that have just grown long enough to lay on my forehead. He licks all across my hairline getting my short bangs sticking up again. Then he moves his head back murmuring, "There, you look sexiest with your hair in front sticking up." I'm sort of mesmerized staring at him in disbelief even as my cock throbs. Connor's grinning at me as he moves the palm of his hand up my saliva ladened forehead into my hair getting the hair sticking up straighter. His grin is so cute with his teeth so white. I lick my lips as he moves his head to the side a little and brings his face down to suck on my top lip with me groping myself, moaning, "Oooh, Connor, mmm," and his lips are on mine again, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hand begins gently massaging my cock. His kissing is awesome with a slight sucking motion and he creates lots of saliva that he transfers to my mouth until it's drooling out the sides of my mouth. I feel like I'm going to cum when he uses one hand to pull my shorts down past my hips and through my boxer shorts he starts massaging my cock. Then he gets his fingers around it and slowly jerks me off. I'm limp except for my cock that's getting harder and harder until I'm past the point of no return... I'm going to have an orgasm. Connor's almost holding me up as he leans into me stroking my boner and sucking on my mouth with me moaning in my throat and then, "Aaahm, ooh, ohh," my hips hump and cum streams from my cock into my underwear, then more creamy spunk as I lay limply against Connor. He keeps stroking my cock until my balls are empty. I'm blinking my eyes not sure what the fuck is happening. Connor hugs me to him with an arm around the back of my neck while he pulls down my underwear, then turns me around pushing me flat against the side of the alcove next to a door. He's holding me flat against the building with a hand on against my back as he takes his hard cock out through his fly and presses it to my asshole. Pressure pushes the head's past my sphincter muscle with me going, "Oh!" His cock feels bigger than I remember as he slowly pushes it up my ass until it's all the way in and Connor's tight against my back and buttocks. He humps against my buttocks a few times as he kisses the side of me neck quietly asking, "Does it feel good, Dylan? I didn't hurt you, did I?" I shake my head too astounded to speak, and then I manage, "It feels real good, Connor." He gives me a few more kisses on the side of my head, murmuring, "I'm in love with you, Dylan, and I have been for a long time." I start to say something and he goes, "Shh, please don't say,'right back at you', like you always do. I'm fantasizing we're lovers." He does a quiet chuckle, adding, "Although I know you aren't in love with me, but... ya know." A few hard humps against my buttocks without pulling his cock back and the he rubs his nose back and forth on the back of my head, murmuring, "Oh my god, you smell so good, so sexy, Dylan," and his hips begin moving back pulling his boner almost all the way out, and he starts fucking me steadily for I don't know how long, but at least ten minutes and all I can do is quietly whimper and moan because it feels so good I can't even describe it. There no, 'Slap, slap, slap,' sounds of male fucking because his shorts muffle that. It's a silent fuck except for my quiet moans and Connor's noisy breathing. He sounds extremely aroused and the thought of being basically dominated by Connor from the first kiss until now is turning me on like wild fire. My boner's back up and I feel a little second orgasm building from the steady seemingly endless thrusting of his very hard cock up my ass. Connor's cock is slightly less than six inches if I remember correctly, and it's another one of those perfect cocks for fucking because there's almost no pain involved as it snugly fits my rectum just about perfectly. Connor has amazing endurance and by the time he's making little quiet desperate whining sounds of deep sexual arousal I'm ready for another orgasm myself. Then he's tight against my ass humping against my buttock gasping and I feel a hard stream of cum splashing against the walls of my rectum and it's extra warm for a second, then sloppy and slippery with Connor gasping and grunting still humping against my buttocks shooting more spunk inside me. It makes me shudder, then I do my squeal too loudly as a plop of cum spurts from my latest boner making my shoulders move spastically. Connor does some full thrusts and one last hard one before pulling his cock out of my ass and backing up against the door taking deep breaths looking at me. In between deep breaths he gasps, "You okay, Dylan?" I lay against the wall another second and then turn around and lay with my back against the wall stroking my cock a few times. Staring at Connor I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah, I'm fine, Connor.. Um, when... ah, that is who, um, how'd you learn to fuck so good, and your making-out was so awesomely sexy. I, um..." In a serious manner, he goes, "Oh, I took what you taught me and practiced, plus Dodger's been helping me, but please don't tell him I told you. You're the only one I'd tell. Dodger says it's his and my business and no one else's." Connor's using his clean handkerchief to wipe cum off my ass before it runs down the back of my legs while I'm thinking of taking my underpants completely off and leaving them here because they're saturated with cum. "Connor, why'd you jerk me off before you fucked me?" He shrugs, "Oh, I was just imitating Dodger and you seemed receptive to it. Dodger says if I sort of impose my will before the guy I'm having sex with can impose his, I'll get to be the top. It worked just like Dodger said it would." I go, "You've talked with Dodger about having sex with me?" He goes, "Absolutely not. He says sex is no one's business except me and my partner or sex buddy. He's very firm about that. This stays between me and you." He's done wiping the cum off my ass so I drop my shorts and then take my underwear off and hang it off the door knob of the side door, then put my shorts on, saying, "Well, Dodger's been a good sex mentor for you, Connor." and he says, "So have you, Dylan, and without you I'd never have had the guts to be receptive to Dodger. He was feeling me out so sweetly and gently I couldn't say no. A lot of people don't know how nice Dodger can be. He's a really nice guy and I have a little crush on him." We walk out of the alcove looking around without seeing anyone, so we go back around the outside of the building heading for the beach with me saying, "Don't mention your crush on Dodger to Vinnie." Connor laughs, "No, I'm not suicidal and please don't tell Dodger I told you that. You're my confidant in all matters. You're the person I trust most in the world, even more than Dodger although he's a close second. I don't have a third." That's so innocently sweet I squeeze the back of his neck quietly saying, "Hey, that was a wicked good fuck you gave me, Connor. You were hot, man." He grins shrugging, "Thanks, um, you're not just saying that, right?" I go, "No, I'm fucking serious, Connor. That was awesome." We step down onto the beach as a new band takes the stage. I ask, "You want another beer?" He shakes his head, "I've had enough," and he takes his pack of cigarette out of his pocket and offers me one. I take a cigarette, mumbling, "Thanks," then "I don't want another beer either. Lets walk down near the ocean ." We light our cigarettes and walk down to where the waves are breaking on the beach and running out on the sands up near where we're standing. Taking off our sandals we walk in water up only to our ankles heading down towards the hotels. We walk and smoke exchanging grins now and then without talking. Finally Connor says, "Um, were you faking going along with me during our sex." I shake my head, "Faking? No! You were in charge of that from the first kiss. It caught me off guard at first, but by then you were firmly in charge and I really enjoyed it a lot. I like being the submissive sex partner." He goes, "You weren't submissive, you were nice letting me be the top. I was nervous until I saw that you were going along with it." I shrug, "Maybe it's just semantics, but to me you were dominant and I was submissive." He goes, "To me I was the 'top' and it was my responsibility to make sure you enjoy our sex as much as I did. Jerking you off first was like an insurance policy. I was nervous I wouldn't fuck you as good as you're used to and anyway, like I said, Dodger does it to me at times so I figured it must be a sexy way to start." I say, "It was too, Connor. Maybe it's not my favorite way to start, but it's been done to me a number of times and it's what gave me that submissive feeling to start with." He asks, "What's that feel like? The submissive feeling?" I flick my cigarette butt off my knee and it bounces up in the air so I swat it into the ocean with my hand. Connor laughs, mumbling, "That so cool. How do you do that?" I go, "It takes a lot of eye/hand coordination. It's not for amateurs so don't try it at home, not unless you're near a fire extinguisher." He laughs again, "You're so cool, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, everybody says that." Connor does a conventional flick of his cigarette butt, again asking, "So how does it feel being submissive?" I say, "To me it adds to the sexuality of whatever I'm doing with a sex partner. It's a squirmy kinda dreamy sensation that you can't fake. You either sense it or you don't. I can't explain it any better than that. I like it a lot." He looks puzzled, "And you're saying I gave you the submissive thingie?" I say, "Yep, but there's a wide range of submissive sensations for me. Your's was a fairly mild one, but still really enjoyable. Mostly you surprised me by taking charge and that helped bring the submissive sensation on. Plus I like you so much it was like extra special." He says, "That's so nice of you to say. You know I often wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't met you. It's scary thinking about that." I say, "Well don't think about it then. There's no reason too. The truth is I've gotten at least as much from our friendship as you. I think you're very special, Connor, and like I've told you before, I admire you a lot." He grins looking at me, saying, "I admire you more," and the way he said it makes me laugh, then I say, "Don't be silly, you're the one who was able to overcome all kinds of different difficulties, not me. I had a cushy life in the past and still do." We walk a little more and Connor says, "No, you're more admirable, and you're my hero," and I'm about to continue this mutual admiration society until I hear, "Yo, Dylan!" I look around and see Terry walking with a couple of guys near the top of the beach. They all have a can of beer in their hands and they're apparently heading for the party we just left. I wave yelling, "Yo, Terry, how's it going?" hoping he keeps moving with his friend. He's yelling back, "Great! When you leaving?" I yell, "Tomorrow morning," and he yells, "I'll try to see you later tonight." I just wave as Connor asks, "Who's that?" I'm like, "Oh, somebody I met on the beach when you guys were at Disney World," and leave it at that. I met Liam when they were at Disney World, but telling Connor it was Terry seemed like the easiest explanation. He goes, "Oh, you meet people so easily." I mumble, "No I don't." We walk in silence passing our hotel and continue walking. We're walking in the ocean under the light of the moon with the sides of our arms brushing together. The stars are out tonight. They weren't out last night even though it never did rain today. That would have been a bummer our last day here. Connor and I walk all the way up to where the cement structures are. The one Willie and I found that first night. We leave the edge of the ocean going up to, and then climb up on the cement columns and sit side by side with out feet dangling over the side. Connor goes on about his mother, wondering where she if and if she's alright. He really cares about her and it's like he doesn't remember how horrible a person she was while he was growing up. He has selective memory obviously because he tells me about his tenth birthday when she had a birthday cake for him and a bike. He says the bike got stolen the first week he had it and while walking with his mother to the bus stop later that week they saw a kid riding his bike. His mother ran and caught up with the kid bringing the bike back to Connor. He says, "I thought she was so brave, ha ha. The kid was only nine or ten years old, but at the time you know, she was really brave to challenge him and call him a thief." I listen without comment. He has no other stories of bravery or birthday cakes. It's kind of pathetic he can only remember one time his mother acted like a loving mother. Mostly she was a drug addict, and I know it's a sickness to have an addictive personality like she apparently had for most of Connor's life, but she should have tried harder for her child. He basically took care of her. I don't say anything negative though, I don't say anything at all. I don't know what to say and anyway I'm not even sure Connor's talking to me so much as he's sorting things out in his head settling on a memory he can live with even if it's a false memory. Then we're both quiet again so for something to do I light another cigarette offering one to Connor. He takes it mumbling, "Thanks," and after we light our cigarettes, he asks, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" I put my arm across his shoulders, saying, "I'm just enjoying being with you, Connor. I miss you a lot." He leans against me, mumbling, "I miss you too. Um, would you send me more text and emails when you have the time? I really like hearing from you. It always makes me smile. Especially when I feel lonely the times Dodger's on special assignment. I know the other guys okay, but I feel comfortable with them mostly when Dodger's there." I feel my eyes tearing-up because he's such a special person and deserves so much better. His childhood fucked him up and his only defense was his smile that he used for every occasions, good or bad. Giving his shoulders a hug, I murmur, "I promise to text and email you everyday, Connor." He nods his head, "That'd be awesome." I'm smelling the back of my hand wanting to say something meaningful to him but everything I think of sounds artificial or hokey. Finished our cigarettes Connor says, "Lets hop off of here," and when I do he backs me against the front of the cement block, grinning at me and then kisses me. Right away I feel a tingle of submission and smile with our kiss because I feel so proud of Connor, as well as being quite a bit turned on by him too. Except for his awesome ways of making-out, he doesn't do anything else like he did almost two hours ago. If anything he's a little bit more aggressive and confident sliding his lips off mine at one point quietly saying, "Put your arms around me, Dylan, and let me lead with the kissing. Kiss back, but don't initiate the kisses, okay?" My cock gets so hard it's almost aching as I stare into his eyes. He grins at me repeating himself, "Okay?" I nod almost in a trance and Connor murmurs, "Good," as his lips meet mine again and his tongue goes back inside my mouth sliding to and fro on my tongue and it's like the sexiest thing ever. I gasp and moan leaning against him hugging him as tightly as I can. Then he does do something he did earlier, with my cock so hard it's throbbing and drooling precum in my shorts he cups my chin and licks around my mouth deliberately, and with me holding my head still for him he does the lick up my nose with his tongue filled with his saliva and then slow licks up my forehead into my hair again getting my short bangs sticking up. He holds his head back grinning and mumbling, "There, that's just right. If you'd be my boyfriend that's how I'd make you wear your hair. The way I liked it," and he does a little nervous laugh, adding, "If you didn't mind, that is." He looks be in the eyes then, and seriously asks, "Could you drop your pants for me and get on your hands and knees, please?" I nod, again in sort of a trance dropping my shorts and kicking them off my feet. I threw away my underpants two hours ago so I'm naked from my waist down. Now I'm looking at Connor, who's eyes are open wide as he whispers, "Hand and knees, please." I lean in against him and we kiss with him rubbing my back and up the back of my head. Then he runs the palm of his hand up my forehead to get my stupid bangs standing up stiff with his spit. Pressure on my shoulders and I sink to my knees in front of him, but don't drop to my hands. Connor pulls down his pant and underwear and his hard cock bobs in my face. I take it in my fingers and suck it into my mouth to tongue and lick it until a long drool of precum coats my tongue and Connor steps back grunting. Now I drop to my hands and knees, turning around in the sand so my ass is facing Connor and sticking up. I'm deeply into a pleasant dreamy trance because Connor is in charge and it's totally unexpected and a pure delight. It's also hot and very sexy to me as I take a deep breath waiting for Connor to fuck me again. I feel absolutely wonderful and submissive in the most unusual way I've ever felt. I have all the usual squirmy indescribable sensation in my belly and around my groin, but with a strange feeling of deep affection for Connor like he's reached a higher, new admirable level in my eyes. Like I wish I were in the Army with him instead of Dodger or maybe someone else was with Dodger and Connor was more with me. Actually I don't know what I wish but it's new, I know that much. Connor gets a hand on each of my hips lifting my ass a little, saying, "Can you keep it up like this for me, please, Dylan. Yes, like that. I know it's a bit of a strain, but that's how I like it." It's a strain alright, but I hold my ass up uncomfortably while Connor squeezes my butt cheeks then pats them before spreading them. I look back seeing his cock so hard it's sticking straight out from his body without moving. Taking a deep breath, I realize I'm totally captivated by Connor's demeanor. He's almost casually confident with everything he's doing and it's such a new side of him, but at the same time he remains the same sweet likable guy I've known since the first day I met him in the school newspaper office over two years ago. Keeping my ass up like he wants, I feel the wet head of his boner at my anus. It's so hard he doesn't need to guide it with his finger. He's still stretching my butt cheeks apart almost painfully as he humps the head of his cock in past my sphincter muscle and I go, "Aaah, mmm," breathing through my nose with my heart pounding. Connor asked, "Did that hurt? I'd never want to hurt you, you of all people." I grunt, "No, Connor, it feels good." He leans in towards me, still stretching my butt cheeks apart and his cock pushes sexily up my ass setting off all the glorious sensations in my rectum. With each inch of progress his boner makes up my ass it stimulates millions of nerve ending getting my prostate pulsing out pleasure notes to my brain making me quietly moan in sexual pleasure, "Mmmmm, oooh, mmm." When his cock is tightly all the way in Connor leans against my ass, then lets go of my butt cheeks and they snuggle around the shaft of his cock with Connor sighing and humping against me. He murmurs, "Feel good, Dylan?" I nod my head and go, 'Uh huh." He's almost laying on my back reaching under me to take my hard cock in his fist and stroke it. Oh my god that feels good! He strokes it slowly with his face just above the back of my head as he murmurs, "I love giving you pleasure, Dylan." I'm squirming with sexual pleasure and feeling dominated by Connor who's maybe the last guy I'd ever expect to be dominant. He doesn't even realize he is actually. He's just mimicking Dodger's way of fucking him. That's the only thing I can think it could be. Whatever it is I'm hypnotized by his sincerity, his calm confident voice, and his innocent dominance. Too bad Dodger doesn't spank Connor's ass when he fucks him because a couple of hard smacks on my ass from Connor would have me shooting cum all over the beach. I'm gritting my teeth, just about ready to climax, when he lets go of my boner leaving it drooling precum. Connor straightens up and does some slow withdrawals and slow thrusts back up my ass, just like Robby did before our showers. Connor does the slow deliberate thrust maybe ten times and it has me whining quietly with sexual arousal and the need to climax. Then I hear the steady, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of his naked belly slapping against my buttocks, that sound and the waves breaking endlessly on the beach. I'm absolutely loving how it feels being fucked by Connor and I'm trying to hold off my climax but it's on me hot and heavy now. My body sways forward and back with each hump up my ass until my orgasms boils over and I squeal embarrassingly with my back arching and cum shooting straight down in the sand along with an enormous waves of sexual pleasure that flashes through my body leaving my whole body shuddering. My hips keep humping even after my nuts are dry and then I feel Connor stream of spunk shoot inside me as he gasps and stumbles into me making me drop to my forearms. My forehead resting on the back of my arms as another wave of sexual pleasure sweeps over me causing one more shudder of pleasure and then I hear only the waves oh the beach and Connor's heavy breathing. I slowly push my legs back until I'm laying on the sand in my cum with Connor laying on me trying to hug me as he kisses the side of my face. I feel his tears on my cheek as he blubbers, "I never imagined sex could feel this good, Dylan. I love you so much and tonight's been a dream come true for me. I'll never forget this night if I live to be a hundred." I'm still breathing deeply savoring the memory of my latest climax and marveling at Connor's performance. There's also a mysterious new feeling for Connor. It's one I can't describe or understand and it's a little scary knowing how easily I could fall in love with him. That's such a new revaluation to me I don't know what to make of it. Where did it come from? Connor slowly gets to his knees pulling his cock from my ass. He walks backwards on his knees asking quietly, "Are you okay, Dylan? I didn't mean to fall on you like that." I get slowly up on my knees as Connor stands up holding his hand down to help me up. Taking his hand I get up on my knees, and without thinking, I hug around his ass taking his cock in my mouth to suck on it hungrily even as I'm asking myself, 'What the fuck are you doing?' Connor grunts and hugs around my head humping his hips as his cock gets hard again. He gasp, "What? Oooh, Dylan, mmm," as he humps his cock past the gag reflex area in my throat and fucks my throat as he's moaning with his head back and his eyes closed. He gets into a smooth rhythm ignoring my gagging each time he pulls his cock from my throat and then pushes it right back down my throat. Maybe a dozen thrusts until he's able to step back pulling his cock from my mouth. I'm gulping as my face turns bright red with embarrassment. Why did I do that? I feel like such a fool and Connor looks shocked. I'm acting like it's like my first time having sex and I don't want it to end. What's happening to me. Connor's looking at me like he doesn't know what to do, and that makes two of us. Then he pulls his shirt over his head and leans down getting a hand under each of my arms pulling me up. "I'm so sorry, Dylan." He says, "Lift your arms," and in a fog I do that. As he pulls my t-shirt off, I'm wondering how I'm going to be able to look Connor in the eyes again. I feel like such a tool. He's looking very concerned, quietly saying, like he's talking to a little child, "Come on, we'll go in for a swim. You have sand and spunk all over you." I nod my head with my mind racing trying to think how I can save some face after my humiliating performance. It's like I got this overwhelming desire to please him and all I managed to do was confuse both of us. Apparently not done making an ass of myself I step over to him and cling to him with my arms around his neck and kiss him. He kisses back rubbing my back and up the back of my head like he did before. He's so sexy and cute and perfect. Connor slides his lips off mine licking across my cheek until the sides of our faces are together and we hug like that for a minute without saying anything. I can feel myself coming to my senses and all of a sudden I feel conspicuous hugging Connor, both of us naked in plain sight of anyone walking by. I'm blushing with embarrassment again as I loosen my grip on him and slowly step back, mumbling, "Don't know what's gotten into me, Connor. I feel so foolish." He says, "Not at all, Dylan. That was amazingly wonderful. You're awesome to treat me so nicely. I'll never ever forget tonight." I'm speechless as I look at him seeing his cute, uncertain grin. No wonder he's uncertain, he's like me... we're both wondering what the fucks going on here? I should tell him I don't know either. Instead I force a grin, mumbling, "I got carried away because, um, you're so, um, different than before when we, ah, did this together. Heh heh, quite a change, huh?" He shrugs, "Well yeah, you were the first person to ever be nice enough to let me experience sex with another guy. Now Dodger and I, you know, have some buddy sex when we get the chance. Yeah, we have buddy sex together and, um, you know." I nod my head, "Sure, lets take that swim you suggested. Heheh, good suggestion. Look at me with all the sand and all..." He grins as we start walking towards the ocean, "That was the hottest sex ever for me. Was it okay for you, Dylan?" I'm like, "Oh absolutely," and he adds, "Dodger, you know, he always tops me like that, like I did you. I like it so I was hoping I'd impress you a little. Was it okay?" We're wading in the ocean heading towards deeper water as I mumble, "Was it okay? Are you kidding, Connor? It was fabulous. I loved it. You really fuc, um I mean, do 'it' awesomely. Really!" It's Connor's turn to blush now. Maybe we can work up an act amazing crowds at how often we can blush. When we're waist deep we dive in. Skinny dipping is a uniquely cool sensation. As we swim around I notice Connor sneaking glances at me. The poor guy is probably wondering what my next bizarre move will be. A thought is twirling around in my brain that I might be in love with Connor, but how the fuck can I be in love with three guys at the same time. Maybe I should give a shout out to the people at the Guinness Book Of World Records and see if they've found any other nut-case in love with three people at the same time. Fuck! This is stupid. I'm just infatuated with Connor because I never expected him to be capable of a dominant sex act. Sure, he's just imitating Dodger because he assumes that must be how it's done. He probably doesn't count the few times he and I did it before tonight. That was basic introduction only, and Dodger doing Connor is the real thing in Connor mind. It's almost like Sonny who assumes the BDSM videos he watches is the way it's done. He knows no other way and he just happened to try it for the first time with a committed submissive, and that would be me of course. Sonny modified what he saw in the videos to behavior he felt was more acceptable. It's simply not in him to whip somebody or treat anyone as badly as they show on some of the more outlandish videos. Connor swims over, asking, "You're not mad at me, area you, Dylan?" I chuckle, "Not hardly, Connor. I thought having sex with you was fantastic." A huge smile breaks out on his face. "I didn't know if you were reacting the way you did just to make me feel good, or what." I laugh, "Nope. You gave me two hot fucks tonight, um, excuse my crude language. Both times were as good as it gets if you wanna know the truth." He takes a deep breath, "Whoa, thanks. I never get a chance to top and with you I loved it, but mostly I wanted you to really feel good." I go, "Mission accomplished," and I need to fight off the urge to hug and kiss him. That cute handsome face of his and his hot body are so very tempting, but I need some restraint here or I'll scare the shit out of him. I ask, "Should we get out now, Connor? UM, I mean, do you want to get out now?" He says, "Sure, whatever you want." We swim in to where we can touch the bottom and then wade the rest of the way to the beach with me looking all around. We've been lucky so far and our luck continues because nobody's in sight. The night air feels warm compared to the ocean. We pick up our clothes and walk up to the cement thing to lean against it waiting for the air to dry us enough to put our t-shirts and shorts on. "Do you want to use my underpants, Dylan? I don't mind wearing just my shorts." Again I want to hug and kiss him passionately, but again I resist the temptation. I gulp, "Um, sure, I'd like to wear your underpants," and we both laugh nervously. He goes, "Well they're yours if you want them." Oh man, I'm way out there tonight. For something to say, I go, "How about we have a smoke while we're drying off?" He nods his head and goes through his pockets to find his pack of cigarette, saying, "Lots of guys smoke in the Army. Dodger and I made a pact to give it up when our enlistment is over." He hands me a cigarette, then leans in cupping his lighter to light my cigarette. I reach over running my fingers through his hair as we stare into each other's eyes. Our faces come together for a sweet kiss. He tastes so good and his lips are like candy. Candy lips and sugar kisses. Taking a deep breath I take my head away and he holds the lighter up again. Dragging on the cigarette getting a good red ash at the end of my cigarette, Connor then lights his cigarette, and asks, "Do you think if something ever happened, and I hope it never does, but if you and Rob split up do you think that you could be in love with me?" I try saying, 'of course'., but it comes out as a croak so I swallow and say it, "Of course I could imagine that, Connor. I love you already, you know that." He looks down nodding his head, mumbling, "Thanks." We lean against the cement structure smoking and exchanging glances and grins, but say nothing. Oh man, it's not fair to lead Connor on like this. I'm never going to stop loving Robby and then there's Ryan who I love too. I'm fucked-up, that's what I am. To break the silence I go to something lame, asking, "How's the food in the Army?" Dumb, but it's at least a topic that's not about sex or love. He says, "Dodger says it shit on a shingle, but I kinda like it. It's better than I ever got at home," and then he frowns probably thinking about his mom again. Okay, that's not good so I try this, "Um, how much do you make a month now?" He tells me and adds, "I'm saving at least half of it every month for when I go to college. Me and Dodger are gonna go to college together. He's already got his high school equivalency thing. He graduated in other words. Took on line courses. Dodger's a lot smarter than me, let me tell you. He's really smart." I go, "Really, that's funny because Robby's like me. We struggle to get better than average grades although I think we'll get a GPA of 'B' for our over all sophomore grade, and that's really awesome for us." Connor flicks his finished cigarette butt into the night, saying, "You're being modest. You seem uber smart to me." I toss my cigarette butt and don't try flicking it, saying, "Not really, but I'm glad you think so." We grin at each other. We're pretty much dry by now and Connor picks up his jockey underwear and holds it out to me smiling. I can't resist taking it, then step into it and pull it up tight. We both laugh like crazy although I don't know why. Oh god, I can't even catch my breath I'm laughing so hard. The laughing dies out and we get dressed as I ask, "What the fuck were we laughing at?" Connor shrugs, "I don't know. I was laughing at you laughing and wearing my jockey shorts. It seemed funny." I say, "Yeah, and sexy too." He mutters, "There's that too I guess," and we laugh again. As we walk in the direction of our hotel I've got my arm around the back of Connor's neck with the sides of our bodies rubbing together with me thinking, 'Yeah, I can stop worrying so much about Connor. He's doing just fine'. Connor glances over at me grinning from time to time and finally he murmurs, "This is nice." I go, "Yeah, it is. I had a fairly okay time tonight," and we get the giggles again. He says, "Fairly okay, my ass!" My earlier embarrassing display fades and I let myself enjoy this time with Connor. After awhile he says, "There's the beginning of the promenade, Dylan," and I go, "Yeah, I see it. I kinda hate to see this night end." He has tears in his eyes, "Me too, Dylan." to be continued... 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