Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 22:41:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Roth <eighty.eight@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 60

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter  60

			     by Donny Mumford

Jake and I are sitting on the front steps of the
party house drinking cold draft beer and smoking a cigarette. There are about
fifteen people around us, but we're only talking to each other. When we first
returned from our two-man sex orgy we went around back for beers and as Jake
filled a cup I pump the handle on the keg, and then Chubby comes over, and
asks, "Yo bro, where ya been? Julie left. She said you abandoned her so she
went off with someone named Chuck, to another party I think she said." I
tell a little white lie, nodding my head at Jake, saying, "I been hanging
with my bud from Merrimack. We've been around front." Chubby's slurs his
words, saying, "You'll need to drive home, partner. I'm wasted and I
haven't even done shots yet." He barely looked at Jake so my little white
lie is gold. Chubby asks, "Ya got any one dollar bills? I'm in a wicked
game of liars poker and I need fresh bills." He actually came over to get himself
another beer that he doesn't need, but once you've passed the tipping point you
think you need more. I give him six one dollar bills asking Jake if he has any.
He sips some beer while checking his money and gives me five ones in exchange
for a five dollar bill. "Okay, Chubby, here's eleven fresh bills,"
and he's like, "You're awesome, bro," and he kisses my cheek, a big
wet smooch. Jake gives me the beer he just poured, and pours one for himself.
Then Chubby pours a beer for himself, but misses the cup completely. Jake
smiles, glancing at me, asking, "You're brother? You kinda look
alike." I take Chubby's cup and pour him a beer, mumbling, "Yeah,
he's my brother, but we didn't used to look alike." We did of course, but
before we knew we had the same father we didn't notice the similarities in some
of our facial features. Chubby pats my back, "Check ya out later, big
brother," and off he goes, bumping into guys, laughing and joking on his
way back to his liars poker game. I watch him until he sits down in a beach
chair with a number of guys and girls, including Jen. Then Jake and I came
around to sit on these steps where it's less crowded and we can still hear the
music.

He's telling me about how he experimented with
girls when he was younger, not wanting to admit to himself he was gay. Not an
unfamiliar story. After a bit Ralphie comes over to say, "Yo, Jake,
whaddaya doing with smart-ass no-name here?" Ralphie, like everyone else
at this party, is hammered. Jake says, "You referring to my bud, Dylan,
here? He's good people, Ralph." Ralphie slurs, "He said he's Doc
Rivers when I asked what his name was. A lot of these people are not invited
guests, but what the fuck can we do. Al says fuck it, he don't care." I
mutter to Ralphie, "I said I was Bill Belichick, not Doc Rivers."
Ralphie frowns at me, muttering, "What?" then to Jake, nodding his
head at me, "The fucker talks in circles." Jake exhales a lot of
cigarette smoke in Ralphie's face, saying, "Oh? I haven't noticed that."
Ralphie needs another beer and heads for the back yard yelling over his
shoulder, "If there's any fucking beer left after all these
freeloaders...." and his voice dies out. I look at Jake, who shrugs,
"He's an okay guy, but not so much when he's drunk, he just can't drink
for shit, that's his problem." We have one more beer and then Jake
stands-up, stretches, and says, "I'm never going to catch up with these
drunken dudes, and there's not many things worse than hanging with drunks when
you're sober, so I'll say goodnight, Dylan. It's been a privilege meeting you.
You're boyfriend's a lucky guy." I'm still sitting, so hee leans down
to me and gives me a kiss goodbye. I grin, saying, "Right back at ya,
Jake." He gives a little wave and coolly saunters down the sidewalk. What
a hot ticket he is, but I'm disappointed he didn't suggest we meet-up again
this week. It's kinda a blow to my ego actually, and now without Jake to
distract me, I realize my rectum's sore and sitting on this step isn't helping
it, so I wander around to watch the guys and girls dancing. The guys are much
worse then they were earlier, and they weren't any good then. Booze is weird,
it makes a fool out of you at times and it doesn't taste that good either. I
guess it's peer pressure that makes college kids imbibe so much of it.

Doing a subtle survey of the guys here, I notice
a lot of them are older looking than I expect of college kids, but I noticed
that at Merrimack too. Many guys look like they could be in their mid twenties,
or even older, instead of nineteen or twenty. The guys here that are younger
looking aren't doing it for me either. Funny, but this whole week has been
lacking in the cute guys category, but yet three of the cutest hooked up with
me. I include Willie in there, and Jumper while not as cute as his buddy,
stuck-up Terry, still qualifies although not by a whole lot. Jake was a home
run though. Huh, Jake's right about it not being fun with a bunch of drunks
when you're not... it does suck a little bit. Guess I'll watch some liars
poker. Checking my watch I see it's eleven-thirty so as soon as the liars poker
game breaks up I sort of guide Chubby to the spot we came in at, and help him
up the slope to the parking lot with him complaining, "Let's get a roadie,
bro." Just what he needs, one for the road. I say, "We'll get a beer
at home and drink it on the deck," and Chubby's like, "Awesome plan,
Dylan." He falls asleep in the car as I'm getting totally fuckin' lost
trying to backtrack the directions. Still, I'm feeling fine with a little glow
from that awesome sex with Jake. Guess it's one and done with him, and it still
kinda hurts he wasn't interested enough to want to hook-up one more time. Well,
that's just plain greedy of me, I guess. Finally I see a sign for the Garden
State Parkway and get on it going the wrong way, I'm going sixty miles an hour
away from Wildwood. Goddammit! Fifty-fifty chance for the right entry ramp and
I choose the wrong one. Getting off at the first exit I reverse myself and come
into Wildwood like Chubby and I did on Saturday. It's great knowing where I am
for a change! Naturally I can't find a close parking space so I park in front
of the fire hydrant where the moms parked. It's right in front of the duplex,
and then I get Chubby up the stairs, and wrestle him out of his clothes and get
him on the toilet where I hear his piss hit the water. I tell Chubby, "I'm
going to find a legal parking spot and then I'll be right back, Chubby. Brush
your teeth, dude, cigarette and booze breath in the morning is potent enough to
set the sheets on fire." He looks at me grinning, then babbles something.
I wave and hurry down to the car. No parking ticket this time. Three blocks
away I squeeze the Jeep into a parking spot and walk back to the duplex.
Chubby's sleeping on the toilet. I should leave him here, but I don't because
he could crack his head open on the sink or tub if he falls off the toilet.
Needing to pee myself, I first wash up and then brush my teeth and gargle.
Looking at Chubby I decide I gotta do it, so I get his toothbrush and put
toothpaste on it and shake him. He mutters, "What, what?" I say,
"Open your mouth," which surprisingly he does. I brush his teeth,
then get him standing, pull up his underwear, and get him to the sink where he
spits out tooth paste and then cups water in his hand to rinse his mouth out.
Another surprise, "Gargle Chubby and wash your face and hands," and
he does what he's told, although I think he's more asleep than awake.

I dry his hands and face as Chubby mumbles
unintelligibly. Ya have to laugh, and I do, as we stagger into the bedroom
where he flops on my side of the bed. That's close enough for me, so after I
take a much needed piss, I get him under the covers and walk around to get in
his side of the bed. Wrapping him in my arms, I smile because it's been another
great day in Wildwood and another perfect ending, which means me hugging Chubby
while I fall asleep. We sleep-in the next morning too, waking just after ten
o'clock. Chubby's hurting of course, bitchin' and moaning about his hangover,
but that's the price he pays for drinking way too much beer last night. Padding
into the kitchen as Chubby moans in bed, I immediately see what the moms were
up to last night. There's this big poster they drew last night wishing me a
happy birthday and calling me one of the two coolest kids in the world. I think
I know who the other one is. It makes me smile. There's a birthday cake and two
envelopes containing, undoubtedly, birthday cards with money. I don't open them
though, I'll wait for when our family is all together. The moms are on the
beach early this morning getting a little more beach time before their twin
boyfriends arrive. After I get Chubby three Tylenol and two glasses of orange
juice, I take care of my bathroom stuff, pull on a swimsuit and t-shirt, step
into sandals and saunter to the boardwalk feeling good. Another beautiful day
except it's my twentieth birthday. I'm no longer a teenager! Oh well, I'll
begin the rest of my life with a Taylor pork roll sandwich just like I started
the next to last day of the rest of my life. I don't feel any different not
being a teen and I wonder if I'll think the same thing when I'm thirty years
old, God forbid. The boardwalk is bustling as usual. There's joggers, walkers,
gawkers, and bicycle riders. The ocean waves are still breaking on the
shoreline and the seagulls are still floating in air making their squawking
sounds as the sun shines down and is cooled a little by the ocean breeze.
Nothing ever changes at the Jersey shore in the summer when you're on the boardwalk,
and I'm happy about that.

For my breakfast sandwich this morning I splurge
and get a fried egg with a slice of cheddar cheese to go with the Taylor pork
roll, and then stroll along the boardwalk eating it while looking at the
scenery, meaning the boys. Some of them are smiling with their friends while
others with their families appear stoically indifferent, trying to appear cool
and above it all as they walk with a frown on their faces. There are some good
looking guys, some average and not good looking guys, and once in awhile a cute
guy. All of them I glance at without an ounce of lust in my heart for any of
them. I'm just appreciating the variety and wondering what each one's life
story might be. Everyone has a different life story, some more fortunate than
me, and many others less so. There's a lot of happenstance in all of our lives
dictated somewhat by the family we're born into and the acquaintances we're
exposed to, some of whom we chose as our friends. Those choices many times
influence the direction we take in life, both for the good or bad paths we
follow. Yep, peer pressure from our friends sometimes is a bad influence, but
it's a hard thing to avoid, so choosing the right friends is important. Too bad
when we're choosing friends we're apt to be too young to know that, so luck is
involved too. I've acknowledged many times how lucky I've been in the game of
life, but the older I get the less I want to depend on luck. Twenty isn't old
of course, but it represents five more years of experience then I had as a
fifteen year old. Right now I'm thinking that maybe the most fun years of my
life have already happened, but I thought the same thing when graduating high
school and then the year after that was my best year yet. Maybe I'll think the same
thing on my twenty-first birthday. That's the thing, we don't know what
tomorrow will bring. It's both exciting and a little scary at the same time,
but such is life. And why am I being so introspective this morning? It has to
be that I'm beginning a new chapter in my life... the first non-teen chapter.
The year that's ahead of me probably won't be much different then last year
because there are only subtle changes in the way we do things or see things
from year to year. The cumulative changes of thought and actions over a number
of years is noticeable of course, but at the core I'm basically the same person
I was every year of my life. At least that I can remember.

Finished my sandwich, I buy a coffee and drink
it while smoking a cigarette sitting on a bench at the railing of the boardwalk
nearest the beach. Along jogs a group of teenage boys, but they're not as cute
as the group who jogged past me yesterday. Ah, where have all the flowers gone?
Last year there were a lot of cute guys to ogle, but this year not so many.
Could it be my brain has adjusted my perception of cuteness? I'm aware that
subconsciously it appears I've stopped ogling young teens, so that reduces the
possibilities right there. Oh sure, I still can see the beauty in some young
teens, but I'm simply not interested in them any longer and I wonder if this
trend will continue until there's a time I'm not interested in teenage boys at
all, no matter their age. Perish the thought, but it's a possibility I suppose.
Remote, but I suppose a possibility, although not one I care to dwell on at the
moment. Interrupting my old-age thoughts, a young man sits on my bench, and
says, "Beautiful day, huh?" I look at him for a second, and nod my
head, muttering, "Yeah, not unusual though as most days are beautiful at
the shore in the summer." Upon a closer inspection he appears to be at
least thirty, but it's so hard to tell because some guys age quicker then
others. This guy's about my size and average looking with an average haircut,
and pretty eyes. He asks, "Could I bum a light off of you?" I pass
him my Bic lighter, mumbling, "Sure," and when he takes it, his hand
grazes mine as he looks me in the eyes, asking, "You've got a great tan,
are you spending the summer in Wildwood?" It occurs to me he may be trying
to pick me up. Of course I might be giving myself too much credit because he's
wearing a wedding ring. I go, "No, just for the week." He lights his
cigarette and with smoke coming out of his mouth he passes the lighter back to
me, saying, "Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping you could tell me where
there's some action is town. This is my first time here and I've got a pocket
full of money, but don't know where I should spend it. Guess I need a guide,
heh heh." I ask, "Action? Whaddaya mean?" He says, "I don't
know exactly, you're a awesome looking dude so I figured you'd know where the
hot spots are, or something interesting to do at least. You know, um, where the
girls are. You look like a ladies man, so how 'bout it? Any ideas?" I
shake my head 'no' not wanting to carry this conversation on any further.

He takes a drag and as he lets the smoke drift
out of his nose and mouth, he asks, "You got a girlfriend? I'll bet you
have more than one, right?" I get up and without looking at him, say,
"You got that right, have a nice vacation." I walk away, not sure how
I feel about an older guy trying to come on to me. Then he's by my side,
"Mind if I walk with you?" It occurs to me I don't know how to handle
this situation. I say, "Sorry, but I'm on my way back to the house,"
and he goes, "Let me buy you a lemonade or something and you can tell me
where I can get a cool haircut like yours." I'm halfway between two exit
ramps and as soon as I get to the next one I'm getting off the boardwalk. He
should be able to tell I'm not interested in his advances because now I don't
even bother answering him, but that doesn't seem to phase him. He takes hold of
my arm stopping us, and goes, "Okay, I'm offering you a hundred dollars to
be my guide. Are you interested?" I say, "No thanks," and he
goes, "How much would interest you?" Jerking my arm from his grip, I
say, "No amount, stop bothering me!" He calmly says, "If you
come back to my motel room with me, it's right off the ramp back there, and
spend a little time with me, say an hour, I'll give you five hundred dollars.
I'll give it to you right now 'cause I trust you." Along comes a boardwalk
cop on his bike, I say, "See that cop? I'll tell him about your offer
unless you walk away from me right now." He bites his bottom lip, then
asks, "Don't ya need five hundred dollars? I promise I won't do anything
you don't want to do," and he runs his fingers through my short hair,
adding, "You're beautiful, that's the only reason I want to spend some
time with you. It's a compliment to you." I feel sorry for him, so I say,
"Look, I'm very sorry, but I'm not interested. I don't want to get you in
trouble either, so please try someone else, okay?" With the tips of his
fingers he lightly rubs my cheek, mumbling, "You're very nice. I don't
want to upset you so, okay, I'll stop pestering you. Um, would you take my cell
phone number in case you reconsider? I promise not to do anything with you that
is offensive to you, and five hundred dollars must be a lot of money for a
teenager to make in half an hour." Now it's down to half an hour. I say,
"I'm not a teenager. I believe you wouldn't hurt me, but I'm not for sale.
Go on line and find someone who is. Surely some kid would love five hundred
bucks." As I'm walking away, he says, "I've been on line and no one
is nearly as hot as you. You're gay, I just feel it in my bones." Over my
shoulder, I shout, "One more time, I'm politely saying, no." He nods
at me, then turns his back and slowly walks up the boardwalk in the other direction
with me feeling a little shaky.

I feel bad for the guy, he's kind of pathetic
begging like he did, and then I realize he's the first person who ever offered
me money for sex. If he were as cute as, say Jake, would I have taken him up or
his offer? It's impossible to say, but I don't think so. I need to be attracted
to a guy, and usually there's a little dominance necessary before a guy
sexually peaks my interest, and begging is about as far from dominant as you
can get. Strange experience alright, but I don't believe the guy's dangerous so
I'm glad I didn't dump the cops on him. Chubby and I believe if you're dealing
with the police, in any capacity, you're going to regret it. Just think of all
the shit I'd need to go through if I put the boardwalk cop on that guy...
filing a complaint, justifying it and explaining it to my mom and Chubby. No
thanks. Back at the house I find Chubby still sleeping it off, so I leave him a
note saying I'm going to the beach and I'm carrying his beach chair as well as
my own. He did it for me the first day we were here. On the beach, after a nice
happy birthday greeting from the moms, I thank them for the poster and tell
them I'm waiting until we're all together to open my cards. The moms are
sitting in the sun, not under the umbrella for once. They say they need a
little color on their faces for the boyfriends. Mom says, "It's a healthy
look having a touch of tan, don't you think, Dylan?" Mom is so sweet and
sincere about everything, almost seeming naive at times. I give her a kiss on
the cheek and Tris asks, "Is Jeffrey still sleeping?" I break out my
6048th little white lie, and say, "Chubby's under the weather, we think he
had ate something that was spoiled last night. His stomach's upset and he has a
headache so it might be a touch of stomach flu too. Poor guy." The moms
are all concerned, Tris asks, "Do you think there's something I can do to
help him?" I go, "Nah, I got some Tylenol for him and he says a
little extra sleep will be the best medicine." The moms nod their heads,
"We know you two always look out for each other, and that's such a comfort
for us, isn't it Dee?" This gets them talking about the time Chubby stayed
home from school to take care of me when I had a fever in the tenth grade. Of
course Chubby and I were always looking for a excuse to miss random days at
school, and taking care of me and my fever was a handy excuse. As the moms
begin talking about other times Chubby and I took care of each other I wander
down towards the water for a dip in the ocean. I'm putting the boardwalk
incident out of my mind because it's a downer thinking about how needy that guy
seemed. Also, he's another testament that I'm somehow exuding sexual attraction
to those interested in that kind of thing, and I don't know what it is I'm
doing so it's frustrating me.

Before I've gone ten steps someone throws sand
on my leg. I look over and see my little buddy, not-gay, Junior Ryder of body
surfing fame. He had his back to me when I gave a quick look at today's talent
on the beach, so I hadn't recognized him. When his hair was wet it looked
darker, but now that it's dry I can see that it's a sexy light brown color.
It's cut in a much longer version of a haircut I've given many guys. The one
where the hairs are combed down on top and the bangs are flipped-up in front.
Actually Junior's about six weeks overdo for a haircut and his hair's grown too
long for that style, but he's trained it that way so his bangs stick up in
front three inches or so.  He's sitting on a beach towel giving me a cute
mischievous grin, then he says, "You almost stepped on my beach towel,
Dylan." I go, "I did not, you threw sand on me because you're a
brat." He asks, "Ya gonna do some body surfing?" I go, "Un
huh," and he asks, "Do you need someone to surf into?" I go,
"Un huh," and he turns his head and says to a lady, presumably his
mother, "I'm going in the ocean with my friend, Dylan, for a swim."
She smiles, and says to me, "Hi, Dylan, nice to meet you." I take a
couple of steps over and hold my hand out, and as we shake hands as I say,
"Hi, I'm Dylan Newman, nice to meet you too," then I point to where
the moms are sitting, saying, "I'm on vacations with my mom and
brother," but I leave off, 'And my brother's mother', because that
confuses people. My mom sees me point, but thinks I'm waving, so she waves back
which makes Junior's mom wave at my mom, and the moms get up to come down,
probably thinking we know this woman. Maybe a neighbor or something and the
moms are very sociable. They're surprised to find that they don't know who I'm
talking to, but that's a temporary bump in the road for them. Within two
minutes the three woman are into a conversation and Junior's mother's invited
to move her beach chair over to where the moms are sitting. Junior's mom's is
about the moms' age and just as friendly too. I go, "Come on, Junior, lets
hit the ocean, dude." Walking towards the ocean, he says, "Oh man,
I'm glad my mom has someone to talk with now, I felt bad for her being
alone." I say, "Well, you're along too," and he goes, "No
I'm not, I'm with you." Hmmm, I wonder how old this kid is? "Um,
Junior, how old are you?" He says, "How old do you think I am?"
I go, "I don't know, fifteen?" He laughs, "Nope," so I go,
"Fourteen?" and he says, "Today's my birthday, I'm
eighteen." I say, "Get the hell out of here. You're not
eighteen," and he laughs, "Ya wanna bet five bucks?" I call his
bluff, "Yeah, five bucks says you're not eighteen." He laughs and
pulls my arm and we walk in the direction where the moms are, with me thinking,
I hope Junior's telling the truth actually.

When he's close enough, he calls over,
"Hey, mom, how old am I today?" She tells my mom, "Junior's
eighteen today, I can't believe how fast eighteen years went by." My mom
squeals, "Oh, Ann, my Dylan's birthday's today too," and they go on
about what a coincidence that is, as Junior smirks at me, saying, "Ya
owe me five dollars, sucker." Oh man, this might be the best five dollars
I ever spent. We head for the ocean as I run my fingers through his hair,
"You suckered me into that pretty smoothly, Junior, so I might need to
surf into you with a little more vigor today." He says, "Use all the
vigor you want. Hey, where's your brother?" I mumble, "He's hung
over, but keep that among us guys." He's staring at me as we walk, muttering,
"Sure thing," then he goes, "Hey, you don't look twenty any more
then I look eighteen." I go, "Yeah, ain't we lucky?" Junior's a
skinny fellow, skinny in that his ribs are almost showing, but he's got nicely
defined pecs and biceps. He's a couple inches shorter than me, but then his
mom's real short and thin too. Now that I know he's eighteen, I'm looking at
him differently and decide he's cute as a button, although I've never seen a
cute button, so that's just one more goofy old saying. Junior's got a sunburned
pug nose and pretty blue eyes almost the same shade as mine, but the cutest
thing about him is his mouth because he's got an awesome grin with dimples, and
he grins a lot, plus his teeth are blindingly white with a little space between
each top tooth. I don't know why, but I think that's the cutest fucking thing
ever. I stare back at him, muttering, "Whacha looking at, hotsuff?"
He says, "I'm looking at you 'cause you're awfully good looking." I
go, "Hey, nice compliment and you're cute as a button, so how do you like
that?" He says, "Gay boys like you say guys are cute, but straight
boys like me say 'good looking'." Studying him more closely I see the
beginning of a peach fuzz mustache, and ask, "Are you trying to grow a
mustache?" He says, "I'm not trying, but it looks like it's happening
on it's own. How 'bout you mister twenty-year-old." I mumble, "I
shave," and he goes, "No ya don't. Wanna bet on it?" I go,
"Nah, that's alright." This kid's cool.

We're in the ocean with the water up to my
knees, and I go, "Holy shit, this fuckin' water's cold today," and
Junior says, "I'm telling your mom you said 'holy shit' and
'fuckin'." I get my arm around his neck pulling his head over to mind and
say, "If you do I'm gonna have to do something gay to you." He grins,
asking, "What, hit me with your purse?" I chuckle, "I'm not that
kind of gay lad, Junior." His arm is casually around my waist, as he says,
"You smell good." I pull his forehead over and put my nose on it to
take a big inhale, then say, "So do you, you smell better than me."
He says, "You want to kiss me don't ya?" I glance around feeling
we might be attracting attention, but that doesn't appear to be the case. I go,
"Nah, I don't want to kiss you, I only kiss boys who want me to." We
let go of each other and wade out to deeper water and dive under. Junior's a
good swimmer, very sleek in the water. We have a couple of races with the
results undetermined because other swimmers get in our way before the race is
over. Then we both body surf for awhile until Junior wants to body surf into
me, which he does three or four times with me getting him in bear hugs each
time, instead of dunking him like he did to me yesterday. We get the giggles
with his skinny slippery body feeling so good as he squirms against me. We end
up wrapped in each others arms, chest to chest. He stops struggling and stares
as me for a moment. I grin, asking, "What?' and he kisses my lips and then
breaks away and swims under water.   He comes up right in front
of me and gooses my crotch, accidentally on purpose, then says, "Lets
dry off, my mom has a thermos of cold lemonade, I'm thirsty." I go,
"Yeah, okay," and we wade in with me wondering what to make of the
kiss and goose. Just because he said he wasn't gay yesterday doesn't mean he's
not. I mean, he was into our bodily contact as much as I was, so I'm wondering
if maybe he is. Damn, I've been lucky three nights in a row, should I go for
four? Damn right I should.

We join all three moms who are chattering away
to beat the band. Junior and I grab our towels and dry off with Junior drying
his hair too and when he's done his hair is sticking up all over his head. His
mom says, "Oh, Junior, you needed a haircut before we came to the shore.
How about getting it cut in Wildwood?" My mom says, "Ann, Dylan is an
excellent barber. He cuts all the kids' hair in the neighborhood, it seems like
all the kids anyway." Junior asks me, "Would you give me a haircut,
Dylan?" I go, "Sure, I gave my brother a haircut  a couple of
days ago," then glance up and see Chubby trudging down the beach. I go,
"Speaking of the devil," and Tris says to Junior's mom, "Here
comes my son now." All five of us look at Chubby and he sees us and gets a
big grin on his face. If the moms weren't here he'd be flashing me the finger
along with his smile. Just a friendly finger to say hello. Junior and me get
cups of lemonade and when Chubby gets to the group he's introduced, then Junior
and his mom are introduced. Chubby steals a glance at me when he sees Junior's
hanging near me, and I smirk back. I ask, "How's that stomach bug coming
along, Chubby, any better?" He goes, "Yeah, I'm making some
progress," and the moms quiz him about his health, then Chubby sits in his
beach chair, saying, "Thanks for bringing the chair down for me,
Dylan," and I go, "Just retuning the favor, bro." Sonny says,
"Hey, I'm the only one without a beach chair." I'd ask him to sit on
my lap, but being a gay fellow myself I don't do that so the moms won't think I
perving on the lad, although that's what I doing in my imagination. Chubby
says, "Here, sit in my chair, Junior, I'm gonna lay on a beach towel and
give my back a little tanning." I ask, "You want sunscreen, bro?"
and he goes, "Not yet, I want some sun first. If you see me getting red,
spread away." I mumble, "I'm always looking out for my little
brother, Junior." He asks, "How much younger is he, Dylan?" I
shrug, mumbling, "Almost two days." Junior looks at me muttering,
"Riiiiight," sarcastically. I could win back my five bucks betting
Junior about that, but it'd require too much explanation. Chubby, me, and Sonny
talk about what thrill rides we like best on the boardwalk and then which
miniature golf course is the hardest. We do a lot of chuckling at Chubby's
humorous observations. After awhile my mom says, "Dylan, honey, us ladies
are going up for lunch, will you watch all our stuff?" I go,
"Absolutely. When are your, um, boyfriends arriving?" Tris says, "Any
minute now. We'll bring them back to the beach with us." I'm thinking, 'Oh
goody,' but that's not nice, the moms deserve having their fun too.

Junior wants to know when I can give him a
haircut, so I say, "Not sure, Junior, but we'll fit it in." He says,
"How about tomorrow morning when my hair will be clean after my
shower," and I say, "Ya don't need clean hair little buddy, I'll
shampoo it for you." He gives me a big grin, and says, "That sounds
cool. I'd like that." I nod my head thinking, 'I'd like to give you a bath
too' ha ha. Chubby shakes his head smiling. I know what he's thinking, he's
thinking the boys in Wildwood don't have a chance when I'm in town. I ask him,
"What are you shaking your head about, Chubby?" He grins at me,
"Oh, nothing," and he laughs. I mutter, "You're just so wrong
about that," and he goes, "No I'm not." Junior says, "I've
got a tennis ball, ya wanna scratch a handball court in the wet sand and play
pocket ball, I mean handball." Chubby says, "You guys go ahead, I'm
still recovering from my, what do I have again, Dylan?" I go,
"Stomach flu probably, but we're not sure." I tell Junior,
"We'll need to go to the next beach over where there's no bossy
lifeguards." He gets the ball from his mom's satchel and we walk across
the sand towards the next beach with Junior bumping into my side as we walk,
then he puts the tennis ball inside the front of his bathing suit, and says,
"One of my balls feels funny, Dylan, look, is this normal do ya
think?" I look over and laugh, as he asks, "Do you wanna get that
thing out for me?" I go, "Are you sure you're not a tiny bit gay,
Junior Ryder?" and he goes, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

We find an unoccupied section of wet sand near
the ocean where Junior gets on all fours and uses a Popsicle stick to outline a
handball court in the sand. We both win a game and then the tiebreaker goes on
for awhile because ya need to win by two. Junior finally wins about the same
time I'm losing interest in doing this. Chubby and I, a couple of years ago,
would do this every day for two hours straight keeping a running tally of wins
and loses throughout the week, but it's not as much fun as it used to be . As
Junior and I walk back to our chairs he pulls out the front of my boardie
swimsuit and puts the tennis ball in the netting that serves as a jockstrap.
The back of his knuckles scrape my belly as he does it, and he goes, "Hey,
you haven't started growing pubic hairs yet." Figuring that Junior
couldn't imagine a guy shaving his pubes, I say, "I'll bet ya five dollars
I have." He grabs my arm, "Stand still for a second, Dylan," and
he rubs his fingers around my groin area inside my swim suit, saying,
"I'll call your bluff and bet ya the five dollars you ain't got
pubes," as he pulls his hand out. I go, "The bet is: you're betting I
haven't grown pubic hair and I'm betting I have." I reach
in and pull out the tennis ball, asking, "Ya wanna lick the tennis ball
now that it's been next to my dick, Junior?" He says, "Yeah, but I'll
do it at home," and he laughs.

When we're almost back to our chairs, he's
figures it out, "You don't shave you're pubes do ya?" I say,
"I'll bet ya five dollars I do." He laughs, "I guess gay guys
can get away with that sort of thing. No bet, you still owe me five
dollars." Chubby's dozed off so Junior and I goof around sitting in our
beach chairs. He finds reasons to touch me every thirty seconds or so, not that
I mind. I notice he chews his fingernails, so I break his balls about that,
"Ya big baby, you still chew your fingernails." He goes, "I
still wank on my pee pee too, so what?" I go, "You call your dick a
pee pee?" He shrugs, and asks, "You're gay, so have you ever messed
around with pee?" I'm like, "Messed around with pee? What the fuck ya
talking about, dude? Ya mean a urine fetish?" He goes, "Yeah, exactly,"
and I chuckle, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have that fetish or
any fetish for that matter." He asks, "Okay, then what does it
mean that your gay?" I say, "It means I'm sexually attracted tosome members
of my sex, which is to say, males." He rubs his finger along my forearm,
asking, "How 'bout me, are you attracted to me?" I say, "I'm
only interested in the occasional guy that's around my age, cute, and gay.
Straight boys I leave for the girls."  He goes, "Huh, that don't
seem fair to the straight boys." I mutter, "Tough," and he asks,
"If I sat on your lap would you get a bone in your swimsuit?"
Immediately a vision of Sonny sitting on my lap in the car going to Ray's
basketball game pops-up in my brain, and my shoulders shudder a bit. It's the
first thought I've had of Sonny since he texted me Saturday night, and now it
occurs to me that Junior reminds me a little of Sonny. Speaking of texting,
Robby and I text a few times a day and Ryan texted me that he's going to leave
me in peace on my vacation, but he's counting the days until we're reunited at
Merrimack. He still hopes it works out that he can share an apartment with us.
Ray texted me, but I haven't responded to his text because I'm losing interest
in him now that Sonny's in the picture. Looking at Junior, I say, "I'd
probably spring a boner, yeah, because you're cute and cuddly." He grins,
saying, "You're wondering why I kissed you earlier, aren't you?" and
he squeezes my thigh very close to my dick. I say, "Yeah, why did you kiss
me?" He grins, "How old were you when you first touched another boy's
pee pee?" I shake my head slowly, mumbling, "Are you aware you're
constantly switching topic?" He laughs, "I'm trying to confuse
you," and he gets up and sits on my lap, leaning his back against my
chest. I put my arms around him, saying, "If you think you're making me
uncomfortable, think again." This kid smells good and that's really saying
something because we've been swimming in the fucking ocean, yet his natural
scent still comes through.

He wiggles his ass on my lap and I feel my dick
responding, so I say, "Here comes your mom," and Junior jumps off my
lap looking towards the street a hundred yards behind us. I laugh, muttering,
"Gotcha," and Junior sits back on my lap chuckling, then mumbles,
"I want to feel your pee pee get hard against my bum." I say,
"Pee pee, bum? How the fuck old did you say you were?" He rubs the
side of his forehead against my cheek nestling in against me. Then he grabs my
wrists and pulls my arms around him again, saying, "I don't like to use
crude words," and I'm like, "Well at least use proper words, like
penis and buttocks, not pee pee and bum!" He stretches his neck, turning
his head a little, and kisses the side of my chin, then says, "Lower your
head and I'll kiss your lips again and give you another thrill." I do not
lower my head, instead I ask, "How many boys have you kissed,
Junior?" He say, "Counting you, one," and he squirms his ass on
my lap again. Cute ass too, just like Sonny's. Chubby mumbles, "Not here,
Dylan, fer chrissakes," I laugh, "Junior's  a persistent lad,
Chubby. He's also a brat, but I like his moxie." Junior asks,
"What's that?" I go, "You got guts, balls, stuff like that, and
you're also a little outrageous too." He says, "My balls are small,
how about yours?" Chubby laughs, then says, "I'm gonna take a dip in
the ocean to cool off. Would you put sunscreen on my back when I get back,
Dylan?" I go, "Absolutely, Chubby." He walks down the beach as
Junior squirms some more on my lap, asking, "No erection yet?" I say,
"It's getting there," and Junior giggles while squirming some more,
muttering, "This is fun. Um, Dylan, before doing my haircut, would you pee
on my hand? I'll show you how fast my little penis gets hard." I ask,
"Are you fucking serious, dude?" He says, "Yeah, so what? Lots
of people have a urine fetish, ya don't need to be gay." I say, "Are
you peeing on your little playmates, Junior?" He laughs, "No, you're
the first kid I know who's gay so I'm asking you." I say, "I already
told you, I'm not interested in that." He goes, "Please," and I
shrug, "What the fuck, sure, I'll pee on your hand if you insist on
putting it in the way." He twist around to look at me again, then he grabs
my wrist and pulls my hand to his crotch to feel his boner. "I beat you to
it, I got an erection thinking about you peeing on me." I go,
"Jesus!" and he says, "It feels good, what's wrong with feeling
good?" I mumble, "Ya got me there, Sonny," and he stands up with
the front of his bathing suit poking out. "Look at that," he says,
laughing. I have to laugh myself, he's a cute little, dude. From the look of
things his pee pee is little too.

Junior sits in Chubby's chair rubbing his boner,
mumbling, "Man, that was fun." Chubby comes back up the beach and
says, "Your turn for the beach towel, Junior." I get up to get the
sunscreen for Chubby's back and Junior hops into my chair. I'm shaking my head
slowly, but I can't get mad at Junior. He's right, it's fun messin' with him. I
still can't tell if he's gay, but if he's not he's one uninhibited kid. As I
spread sunscreen on Chubby's back we hear the moms chatting as they come down
the beach towards us. I look up and see two men with them. I go, "Here
come the twin boyfriends, Chubby." He turns his head and looks, mumbling,
"Wow, they look young." Finished spreading the sunscreen, I'm wiping
my hands on a paper towel watching the three moms and the twins coming through
the sand. They stop to rent beach chairs for the guys and then the guys carry
them to where we're standing. Mom says, "Boys, this is Rick and his
brother Ron," then Tris introduces us to them. We do handshakes, asking,
"Wassup, guys," and the men are polite and friendly as all get out.
They look sort of alike, but they're obviously fraternal twins, not identical.
Nice looking though and I can see that they were probably kinda cute as kids.
Good bodies that are very much alike, they're a little taller than me with
brown hair and eyes and men's haircuts. Way to go moms. I'd guess they're in
their early thirties now, younger then the moms by, I think mom told me seven
years. The moms are thirty-seven so I guess the guys are just ten years older
than Chubby and me, which isn't ancient. We answer as few questions, and they
say 'happy birthday' to me, then us three kids head for the boardwalk for
lunch. Junior's mom calls out, "Junior, don't you need some money?"
And he grins at her, saying, "No thanks, mom, Dylan lost a bet so he needs
to buy me lunch." Chubby grins, saying to me, "Junior might be too
much for you to handle, bro." I agree, muttering, "Tell me about
it."

As we walk, I ask Junior, "Um, are your mom
and dad divorced?" He goes, "No, dad has to work, he plays
professional baseball." I go, "What team?" and Junior says,
"He's a pitcher in the triple A farm system for the Blue Jays." I
mutter, "Cool," but the truth is the guys got to be at least
thirty-five so if he hasn't made the major leagues by now, he never will. Just
a journeyman farm system guy that's a real good pitcher, but not quite good
enough. I wonder how much they get paid in the minors? We're carrying our
sandals with our t-shirts draped over our shoulders. The temperature is in the
nineties today without much of a breeze so we're sweating by the time we get to
the boardwalk. Chubby asks, "What do you guys feel like eating for
lunch?" Junior says, "Whatever you guys want is fine with me."
So Chubby goes, "Awesome, lets get fish and chips," which we've never
had in our lives. Chubby's trying to get a rise out of Junior, who says,
"I love fish and chips." I chuckle saying, "Nice try, bro,"
and he gives me a smirk, muttering, "Fish and chips, my ass." We have
Mac's pizza and cold Cokes. We eat it in the partially air conditioned area in
the back of the restaurant. Three slices each and Chubby picks up the check,
saying, "You guys are such lovely company I insist on treating." I
go, "Lovely?" and Chubby says, "I meant to say awesome." As
soon as we walk outside Jen appears with Julie. What the fuck? Did they plant
some kind of tracking device on us? Julie says, "There you are, Dylan,
what happened to you last night?" I go, "Sorry, Julie, but I was just
around front," and Jen says, "Jeff, can you guys play miniature golf
with us?" Chubby makes a face, "Miniature golf? That's for nighttime,
the daytime is for the beach, girl." Two guys not wearing shirts come up
from the beach and one of them calls over, "Julie, did ya eat lunch
yet?" Jen says, "That's her hunky boyfriend." I glance over at
him and he might look hunky to girls, but to me he looks like a twenty-five
year old construction worker with long hair and a little patch of whiskers
under his bottom lip. I hate that look. Julie goes over to him smiling and he
puts his sweaty arm around her. Jen says to Chubby, "Okay, beach time it is,
but come down where I'm sitting and keep me company. You just might get lucky
tonight." Chubby says, "I sure wasn't lucky last night," and
Jen's like, "No, you were fucking drunk last night or I would have driven
you home and who knows what might have popped-up, but you chose booze over
me." Chubby turns to me, "Do you mind, Dylan?" I go, "Nah,
I'll catch up with you later, dude," and I put my arm across Junior's
shoulders, adding, "I've got a playmate to keep me company, and thanks for
lunch, bro." We bump fists as Jen says, "Playmate?" and Chubby
says, "Yeah, playmate," them bumps fists with Junior, saying,
"Check ya out later, dude."

Junior and I glance at each other and then he
mutters, "Guess you're stuck with me, Dylan." I grin at him and
shrug, then we walk to the steps taking off our t-shirts on the way. As we're
trudging through the sand heading back to our beach chairs, Junior tells me his
mom works as a cashier in Kohl's department store and during the winter his dad
works at a health club, so that gives me some insight as to how much minor
league ball players make; not a hell of a lot. As we approach our moms, Junior
asks, "How about that shampoo and haircut now, Dylan?" Hmmm, I'm not
particularly looking forward to making small talk with the moms' boyfriends, so
I say, "Yeah, okay, Junior, but lets tell the moms what we're doing and
where Chubby is so they don't wonder what happened to us. Junior's mom is full
of thanks that I'm going to give Junior a haircut and wants to pay me, but I
tell her I never take money for haircuts. Then I need to exchange a few words
with Rick and Ron about how I learned to cut hair, how long I've been doing it,
and so forth. Don't get me wrong, they're good guys, but I'm not comfortable
with adults I just met. It's sorta like work and not fun, and I like me some
fun. We finally head to the house carrying Chubby's and my beach chair. It's
after two o'clock now so we'll probably only come back to the beach for a dip
in the ocean or maybe to walk to beach a little. We're done with sun bathing
for today.

At the house we use the outside hose to wash off
the sand from our feet, then inside it feels almost cold in the air
conditioning after the ninety degree heat outside. I say, "First the
shampoo, Junior. You're hair is full of salt from the salt water." He
feels his hair, saying, "It's stiff" then he wants to know, "How
ya gonna cut my hair? What style?" I pull his t-shirt over his head,
asking, "How do you want it?" and he says, "You decide, and
don't forget you said you would pee on my hand." I'm like,
"Are you serious?" and he says, "Please! What good is knowing a
gay kid if he won't pee on my hand?" I laugh at that and Junior holds out
his hand, looking at it, saying, "I'll do something gay with you if you
help me with my urine fetish." I say, "I don't want to do anything
gay with you because you don't qualify. You're cute, about my age or close
enough, but you're not gay... that's where ya missed the boat." He says,
"What if I'm secretly gay?" I ask, "Are you?" and he
says, "I don't know, but I might be. I'm attracted to some guys, and you
too, but I've never done anything with a guy." I say, "How about with
a girl?" He makes a face, "Nah, I've never had a girlfriend. Girls
think I'm too short and skinny, I think." I go, "I think you are
too." He laughs, "No you don't. You like me and you like us messing
around in the water and all. I know you do, and you still owe me five dollars
because Chubby brought me lunch." I take a deep breath, deciding I gotta
call his bluff about something, so I say, "Come in the bathroom and I'll
pee. If you put your hand in the pee so be it, but if anybody hears about this
I'm gonna kick your ass 'cause you're the one nagging me to do it." He
says, "You think I want someone knowing about my pee fetish? Get real! I
only feel free talking to you about it because you're gay." I grip behind
his neck leading him to the bathroom, saying, "Your logic alludes me,
Junior. Why you connect me being gay with your urine fetish makes no sense
whatsoever." He says, "It makes perfect sense, you're going to do it
aren't you?" Inside the bathroom, I ask, "Where you on the debating
team at school by any chance?" He goes, "No, why?"

He lifts the toilet seat and holds his hand over
the toilet bowel. I say, "I'm peeing in the toilet, what you do with that
hand is your business." Pulling the front of my bathing suit down under my
balls gets Junior reaching over and rubbing his fingers around my groin,
muttering, "That's so cool," and you have a big dick too. I
don't," and he pulls his bathing suit down like I did. His cock is similar
to Robby's, Dodger's, and Chubby's. No, it's smaller than theirs, and his nuts
are definitely smaller. He says, "I've been embarrassed about this little
fellow, like, forever, but there's nothing I can do about it." I say,
"Don't be embarrassed, it's not the size so much as it's how well you use
it." He goes, "I use it to stroke and pee, that's about it."
Like I said, Junior is extremely uninhibited. "Okay, here goes,
Junior," and I start peeing. I've needed to pee for the last hour or more.
Junior puts his hand right under the stream and the resulting piss splatter
hits his legs. He leans his head down near my dick, mumbling, "I love the
way pee smells," as more pee splatters off his hand onto his wrist and
chest and even his face. I say, "Get your hand lower so the pee isn't
splattering all over you!" Instead he leans in and moves his arm under the
stream so pee covers his arm from his hand to his elbow. I say, "For
christ sake, Junior!" then glance over to see him stroking a three and
three-quarter inch boner. It's short and thin. He's grimacing and grunting
quietly, but my pee runs out before he can get his rock off, although there's
some watery precum on the back of the two fingers and thumb he used to stroke
his cock-ette with. I mutter, "That might be the strangest thing I've ever
seen." He sits on the floor, still pulling his pud, "Don't, Dylan,
don't mock me, I didn't decide to have a urine fetish, it just happened." I
pat his stiff hair, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to put you down, Junior. Lots
of guys, straight and gay, have a fetish or two." I'm thinking of Chubby's
foot fetish and Dodger's haircut fetish, plus my submissive one, if that's even
a fetish. I don't know what it is actually. Junior rubs his pee drenched hand
up and down his bare legs, I go, "Stop, Jesus, buddy, you're covered in
pee." He says, "I may never get another chance to rub someone's pee
on myself." I mumble, "That may be so, but you're going to need to
take a shower before we do anything else."

Lifting his peed-on hand he smells it, then
says, "Okay, I'll take a shower, but let me enjoy this peed-on feeling for
a while, okay?" I wash my hands at the sink feeling sorry for Junior, but
that's stupid, people probably feel sorry for me that I get so submissive with
dominant sex partners. Junior doesn't need or want me feeling sorry for him,
he's enjoying himself as odd as that may be to me. It's not a good idea to
judge others idiosyncrasies least they judge yours. Junior staggers to his feet
chuckling, "That was freakin' awesome, Dylan, oh my god! Whoa, totally
awesome. I finally got the opportunity to feel someone's pee other than my own.
You didn't let me down and I won't let you down. What gay thing do you want to
do together?" Oh shit, I don't feel right about doing anything, I say,
"Nah, that's okay. We've done quite enough for one day." He says,
"Nope, we gotta do something." I think back to an earlier thought I
had, and as a compromise, say, "Okay, I'll give you a bath. That's pretty
gay." He  goes, "Awesome! I'd love that, dude! Okay," and
he pulls his swimsuit off and steps into the tub, "Get started," so I
shrug and pull the thing that plugs the drain and then turn on the water. I say,
"You're pretty thin alright, but from a gay's point of view you got a hot
ass and some nice little definition in your pecs and biceps, your legs
too." He goes, "And I got a small dick," I tell him, "Don't
put yourself down, Junior, your dick will give you plenty of pleasure whatever
it's size." He sits in the water, his dick flaccid again. I get a clean
washcloth, quickly losing my enthusiasm for doing this, and I wasn't real
enthusiastic to start with. Junior says, "This is such a blast, Dylan. You
are way cool to give me a bath, and the pee thing too." I shrug, and get
on my knees leaning against the tub wetting the wash cloth and putting on bath
gel. Junior asks, "What about my shampoo?" I mumble, "We'll do
it last and you can rinse off under the shower. Um, I've never bathed anyone before
so I'm not sure where to start, or how." He just looks at me and shrugs,
saying, "I've never been bathed before, well since I was a little tot, so
I'm afraid I can't help you out. I'm just going to enjoy being pampered."

Puffing out my cheeks I exhale the air slowly
and then turn off the water, it's up to his nipples by now. "This feels so
nice," he murmurs closing his eyes and smiling his cute smile. Did I
mention this is the most uninhibited kid on earth? I say, "Keep your eyes
and mouth closed, I'll begin by washing the piss off your cute face." He
grins and I wash his face, it's not rocket science, wash him like you wash
yourself... duh! I wash his face, ears and neck, than his shoulders and it's
starting to be fun. Maybe I'll follow a nursing career path, ha ha. Reaching in
the water I take hold of his hand, lift his arm, and wash it. He's got a small
patch of hair in his arm pit, normal pubic hair and peach fuzz on his upper
lip, other than that no other body hair except fine blond, almost invisible
hairs on his calves. I need to standup to do his other arm, and he's not
helping, he's like limp. I cup water in my hands to rinse soap off his face.
Guess I should have done that sooner, heh heh. Then, while standing, I wash his
back and partially down his ass crack and I'm into bathing him now. His well
shaped legs get washed next and then that's about it, although I go over the
hand, arms, and legs a second time because they got sprayed with pee. Mumbling,
I say, "Okay, Junior, you can wash your privates," and I hand him the
washcloth. He goes, "Oh no, you finish, my privates are part of the
bath." I take the washcloth back and put more gel on it and get it between
his legs and wash him good down there, letting my bare hand slide off the
washcloth and rub his cock and balls with soapy gel, my fingers massaging his
little cock and balls. He giggles, then slides down in the tub, saying,
"Don't forget my ass, as you would call it." I get the washcloth
partially under, but finally say, "Stand up for your ass cleaning."
He stands with water dripping off him and I clean his ass and then rub it with
my bare hand. "My ass feel good to you, doesn't it?" he asks, and I
go, "Yeah," and push a finger at his ass hole. He says, "You gonna
clean my anus too?" What the fuck, I push my finger tip in, saying,
"Why not?" He hunches his buttocks as his sphincter muscle closes
tightly on my finger tip, so I push my finger in further and a little further
and rub his prostate as he goes, "Ummmm, mmm, do more," so I do and
he starts playing with himself, but I pull my finger out when his cock gets
boned-up. It might embarrass him if he had an orgasm, on the other hand
nothing's come close to embarrassing him since I've known him. I go, "Time
for the shampoo." He sits down, saying, "That felt so strange, like I
was going to cum," I go, "How odd."

I turn the shower on to wet his hair, then turn
it off to massage lots of shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp with my
finger tips. "Ahh, this feels good too," he murmur, so I do it longer
then necessary, but eventually enough is enough. The shower gets turned on
again and I close the shower curtain and as the bath water drains, Junior get
rinsed off. I get a clean towel and when he finally gets out of the tub I dry
him, asking, "Was getting bathed as awesome as you expected?" He
goes, "Yep," and he puts on his bathing suit, but not his t-shirt. Ya
know, it was kinda enjoyable for me too, something soothing about bathing
someone as long as they're smallish and cute. Junior says, "Now for my
haircut, I'm liking this special treatment a lot." I go, "Glad to
oblige," then finish drying his hair with the hairdryer, he sits on the
kitchen stool that we take out on the deck. And I cut his hair there. The same
haircut I did for Chubby. When I'm cutting the hair on the side of his head,
Junior says, "Wow, a lot of hair is falling in my lap, Dylan, what kind of
hair cut am I getting?" The clippers, with a quarter inch guide, buzz up
the back of his head cutting off lots of three inch hairs. They drift down
from the clipper blade and slide off Junior's slim shoulders and down his
back. I say, "It's a very short haircut, just like Chubby's." He
goes, "Oh man, I never had a haircut that short," and I go, "Yeah,
I hear that all the time. You'll look good, it's basically a shorter version of
your normal hair style." I'm combing up his pretty light-brown hair on the
top of his head and shearing it off very short by running the clippers along
the comb, and then another pile of hair gets sheared off as I work my way
across his head. He mutters, "Guess I should have said something when you
asked me how I wanted it cut," and I say, "You did say something, you
said to cut it however I wanted. I think you'll look cuter with this haircut."
He says, "I like when you say I'm cute, I really do. By the way, you owe
me two kisses in addition to the five dollars, and that's just a friendly
reminder." Holding the clippers away from his head, I put the comb in my
pocket, pull his head sideways with fingers on his chin and give him a full
kiss on the lips. He doesn't move his head away, and instead an arm goes around
my waist. My tongue licks between his lips sliding on his front teeth and I'm
feeling the little gap between each one. Now his arms go around my neck and he
opens his mouth and I rub his tongue with mine. Junior goes, "Ooooh, ummm,
ooh," and I break the kiss to lick up the front of his nose with lots of
saliva. He keeps his arms around my neck rubbing his nose against my cheek and
then he does the same tongue lick up my top lip and on up past my nose. His
saliva tastes and smells like Junior does, which is to say, sexy. He gasps but
doesn't let go of my neck, his forehead against mine. I mutter, "That's
one kiss paid back, one to go."

Junior breaths deeply, then goes, "My dick
is so hard," and I go, "Mine's a tad hard too, but I'm gay, what's
your excuse?" He quietly says, "Please don't make fun of me, Dylan.
What do I have to do to get you to realize I've got a mountain size crush on
you?" I kiss his cheek, quietly saying, "Let me finish your haircut,
Junior." He hugs my neck tightly, then lets go, mumbling, "You won't
say anything will you? I mean to Chubby or anybody." I assure him I won't
and finish his haircut, then use the trimmers outlining his hairline around his
ears. He's trained the hairs along his forehead to standup and they're standing
up now, but they're much shorter then before and the hairs at the crown of his
head are now bristly, too short to do anything but stand up. I run my fingers through
his hair, then squeeze the back of his neck, muttering, "All done,
Junior." He feels his hair with both hands, saying, "It feels good,
Dylan, let me see," so I pass him the handheld mirror and he studies his
new look, then says, "I like it, but it makes me look even younger!"
I say, "Nothing wrong with that," and rub his head again. Passing me
the mirror, he goes, "Um, I guess I need to be blunt, will you please,
please, please have sex with me. I gotta feel what that's like. Thanks to you I
finally experienced the pee thingie and I'm begging you to help me further. You
don't understand how frustrating it can be to constantly crave something and
not be able to do anything about it." I go, "Oh, I can imagine,
Junior." He adds, "When you surfed into me a few times I began to
think, 'Hey, maybe he's gay and maybe my prayers are finally being
answered." I say, "So, you think God sent me to you to have gay sex
with you, is that it?" He says, "Yes, I do. Why else would we be on
the same beach and you just happen to surf into me?" I shrug, "For
one thing I chose you because you're the cutest boy on the beach." He
goes, "Whatever, will you please have sex with me." I'm reminded of
Ryan nagging for me to let him be the top and that older joker on the boardwalk
this morning. Well, Junior's not the least bit dominant, but he is cute so one
must be flexible and to be honest, I kinda don't want to disappoint Junior
either.

Sweeping up his hair, I ask, "Well, what
did you have in mind?" He asks, "Can we start right out with anal
sex?" Dumping a dustpan full of his pretty hair in the trash, I ask,
"Do you think you would like my pee pee up your bum?" He shrugs,
"I don't know, but I want to find out, and I'd like to find out the other
way too. Do you do a lot of sex, Dylan?" I go, "I have a boyfriend at
home, his name's Robby, and we have some sex. I'm not sure what you'd consider
a lot." He says, "Once would be a lot for me at this point. How
should we do it?" I say, "We'll go in my bedroom and you try doing it
to me first. I'll feel more comfortable knowing I'm not hurting you with my
dick. If you like fucking me, we'll see about something else another
time." He says, "I'm fucking excited!" and I mutter, "I'm
telling your mom you said fucking." He laughs, "No, we're even with
that now, I won't tell about you saying it, but I still have your 'holy shit'
remark I can tell your mom about, plus you still owe me a kiss and five dollars."
I ask, "Are you an accounting major?" He's like, "Accounting?
No, why?" I rub his head, then give him a hug, mumbling, "You grow on
a person, are you aware of that?" He hugs around my waist, saying,
 "You ask an awful lot of questions, are you thinking of becoming a
quizmaster after college?" I go, "Quizmaster? No, why?" and he
laughs. We bring the kitchen stool and barber tools inside, then walk into me
bedroom. "Are you nervous, Junior?" He goes, "A little, um, are
you going to suck my penis to get it hard?" I say, "If you want me
to, sure." Mister 'uninhibited' pulls down his swimsuit and gets out of
it, then pulls mine down, asking, "Can I try sucking your dick, I've
always wanted to try that," and as he stares at my cock, he adds, "I
like the hood of foreskin over the head of your cock. I wish I was uncut
because it looks so cool." I tell him, "Nothing you could do about
it, Junior. Okay, now's your chance to suck a cock," and he leans over and
takes my cock in his fingers, then licks it. Then, looking up at me he goes,
"It doesn't taste like anything," and I say, "You may acquire a
taste for a cute guy's cock, I know I did." He puts my cock in his mouth
and sucks on it so hard his cheeks get concave. I say, "Use your tongue
too, and stroke it some." He does that and soon saliva is shining on his
chin. Poor technique and he's making a lot of wet slurping sounds, but my cock
soon gets hard just like it would if he knew what he was doing. Then Junior
takes too much of my hardening cock in his mouth and the head hits the back of
his throat gagging him. He pulls off and my cock is a boner, but it's not
nearly as tight as it can get and it sort of droops, dripping with Junior's
saliva.  Junior's face is red, and he says, "Okay, now I've sucked a
guy's dick. Not bad at all, it kinda got me turned-on and I felt my dick
getting hard. You smell good too, but I can't describe it." I go,
"Yeah, I know what you mean. You smell good, real boyish and sexy, but
that's the best I can do describing your scent." He says, "Your turn,
Dylan," as he humps his crotch out and his slightly firm cock droops like
mine.

I say, "I like to do it the traditional
way, on my knees," talking as I get down and take hold of his little dick
in my fingers. I lick the head and Junior puts the palms of his hands on the
side of my face, like he's ready to push my head away if he needs to. With my
nose against his belly, surround by brown, curly pubic hairs, I have the whole
three and three-quarter inches of cock in my mouth working on it with my tongue
and lips which gets Junior sucking in air through his lips noisily. His dick
begins firming up immediately and when it's fairly hard I hold it wetly in my
fingers and lap his balls into my mouth so now his balls and cock are in my
mouth at the same time. I'm licking and sucking them as Junior groans and moans
doing a little dance with his feet jittering. Precum appears quickly and then
he's yelling, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," pushing my head away. I
look at his wet shiny boner that's so hard now it sticks straight out from his
groin. He's cut to start with, and now the remaining foreskin looks like it's
going to tear. His boner is easily four inches now, so it grew a quarter inch
and it's fatter too. He mutters, "If I touch it, it'll blow up. God, that
felt good." I turn around, then bend over with my hands on my knees,
saying, "Plug your boner in, Junior, and it'll feels even better." He
gasps in some air, then I feel the head against my asshole with him applying
some pressure. His cock's not fat, but it's got some girth to it now, so it's
not like I won't feel it. Junior pushes on his boner and the lips of my asshole
spread. He goes, "Oh!" grips my hips tightly and humps his boner in
past my sphincter and it feels better than I expected. It feels real good
actually, and no discomfort at all. Junior sort of pull me back onto his cock
rather than pushing it in, and when his pubic hairs are against my buttocks he
lets out a long breath, then mutters, "Nothing can feel this good, Dylan."
I say, "It feels pretty damn good to me too, Junior, you're doing
great." He seems surprised, "You really mean it? You're not just
saying it so I don't feel bad about having such a small dick?" I says,
"I really mean it, now try doing some fucking." I hear him gulp, but
then he gets at it and starts pumping my ass and right off it feels great! My
ass adjusts to the size of the cock that's in my rectum and I'm shocked at how
good it feels. I'm also afraid he's going to blow his load in sixty seconds
like Connor did, but Junior doesn't. He gets a nice natural rhythm going and
all the right spots in my rectum respond very nicely and soon I'm moaning
quietly. Junior makes a, "Seuu," sound with each penetration until I
tighten my sphincter muscle and he begins moaning, "Aaaah," with each
drive up my ass. About three minutes of steady fucking and I start squirming a
little, not believing his cock can feels this good. My cock's up against my
belly leaking when Junior grunts, "I'm gonna cum, Ooooh, Ahh, aah,"
and he get's tight against my buttocks, leaning against me doing tight humps
against my butt cheeks. He goes, "Oooooooh," then a little squeal as
I feel a dart of cum hit inside me. It's squishy now as Junior pumps my ass
again, very fast now with him squealing as the sensations are obviously
flooding his brain, cock, and balls and then spreading out. I begin stroking my
cock, but I don't quite get to my climax when he pulls his throbbing boner out
dripping with his cum.

Junior backs up and leans his ass against my
bed, muttering, "Holy shit, what a climax. I thought I was going to pass
out." His chest is heaving as he asks, "Does it always happen so
fast?" I shake my head, mumbling, "Not usually three minutes, but you
were obviously a tad horny." He nods his head, sucking his lips, then
says, "Man, that was better than any thrill ride I've ever been on."
Then it dawns on him, "You didn't, um, have a climax, huh?" I say,
"I was close, Junior." He's stroking his cock using the same two
fingers and a thumb method Chubby and the four-inch-cock boys use, then he
says, "My dick's finally calmed down and I still got a boner so can we do
it some more?" I say, "Absolutely, you're a natural born top."
He shrugs, "Jeez, you're the nicest guy I think I ever met." I say,
"I hear that a lot," and he chuckles as he walks over and says.
"Bend over," and when I do he pushes his cock back up my ass and gets
into a good groove. The, "Slap, slap, slap," sound of anal fucking
joins our grunts and moans of pleasure and this time he gets me good and I'm
biting my lip marveling that his small boner can feel this good. It's uncanny
how good it feels. Junior's hammering his cock inside me moving my body forward
with each drive up my ass and my orgasm is building fast as the sexy sensation
begin accumulating. I'm forcing my sphincter muscle closed as tight as I can
and now my cock begins throbbing and as Junior's grunts and groans get more
desperate, so do mine. He grunts out, "I think I'm going to cum
again," but I can't speak because all my concentration is on the impending
orgasm I'm about to have. Then I squeal just as embarrassingly as I do from
being fucked with a cock the size of Ray's. I frantically hump my hips and arch
my back as a stream of cum flies from my cock sizzling with awesome sensations.
I'm jerking around seeing stars as three more spurts fly out. Squeezing my
boner causes cum to drool out and slide down the back of my fingers. Junior
literally flops on my back squealing a squeal surprisingly similar to my squeal
as he has a quick second climax. I don't feel this one inside me because there
probably was little or no spunk involved, but Junior wouldn't know that from
the sensation he felt. He's humping his hips so wildly his cock comes
completely out and slickly slides on my buttocks. Junior gets it back up my ass
and with his hands gripping my hips continues fucking me fast. Then he slows
down and finally lays his chest on my back with his arms around my stomach and
breathes deeply as his heart beats against my spine. His cock is still in me so
he slowly moves his hips sliding his boner very slowly back and forth in my
ass. It's a different sensation because his cock is only slightly distending
the walls of my rectum and as far as I'm concerned he can do this for an hour
or so, but he doesn't. When he collects himself he pulls out, muttering,
"Better than I expected. Much better."

I straighten up with my ass feeling good and the
same for my cock. No shoulder shudders or toes curling, but it was sort of very
civilized and enjoyable. I'd do it again any time with Junior. I ask,
"What do you think, are you gay?" He goes, "looks that way, but
you promised not to tell, right?" I say, "Word of honor." Then
like all tops, Junior asks, "Um, was it alright? Ya know, how'd I
do?" I say, "You were excellent, yep, A+ excellent." He beams,
then asks for more reassurance, "And you had an orgasm too. Did it feel
good?" I say, "Awesome, stud." He rubs his nose, smirking, then
says, "Don't be following me around nagging me to fuck you again. I'll let
you know when you can feel the thrill again." Spoken like a true dom, so I
laugh and he falls against me. We hug each other with Junior mumbling,
"Thanks, Dylan."

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

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