Date: Mon, 5 May 2014 21:39:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Roth <eighty.eight@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 62

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter 62

			     by Donny Mumford


As Danny and I walk on the beach we're both still a little high from that
dramatically unexpected, but very hot sex we just had. Unexpected by me at
least, so I ask him, "Um, how'd you know I was gay and, more importantly,
how'd you know I'd let you fuck me?" He says, "Your eyes, the look in your
eyes. The way you looked at me gave you away, plus I've got good gaydar,
although I didn't pick up on old man Grant. That is, not until he gave me
my first buzz cut; his hands were all over me, then it was obvious, but I
didn't expect him to be so brazen about it and, come on, who needs a
haircut every week?" I shrug, as he mumbles, "It was my turn for a haircut
last night, but luckily the old fuck was in a hurry to get back to the cash
register, so I only had to endure him playing with my cock and balls while
he ran the clippers over my head. Dude, you can't believe the boner he had
by the time he was done." I'm like, " Oh yuck, his old hard dick was poking
out his pants, huh?" Danny makes a face, then says, "Um, no, we were both
naked, which earned me twenty bucks." I ask, "Why did you keep working for
him, from the beginning I mean, if you knew he would be doing this kind of
sick perving on you?" Danny spreads his hands, like, 'I don't know,' then
he mutters, "I'm not proud of myself, but I guess I don't get as turned-off
by older men as you apparently do, and it basically boils down to me
wanting to spend the summer at the shore." I go, "Jesus, big price to pay
for a summer at the shore, what were you thinking, dude?!" He's like, "Oh
come on, I just turned eighteen a couple of months ago, I'm just a dumb
teen and we've never been known for making right choices all the time." I
mutter, "Yeah, I can relate to that. My choices aren't always the best
either, and I'm twenty years old as of today, so you probably have a few
more years of bad choices ahead of you." He says, "Happy birthday, although
you don't look twenty, ha ha, more like seventeen... no offense
intended. Did you like the way I fucked you?" The tops always come back to
that, wanting to be complimented or reassured they're hot sexually, and I'm
always ready to reassure them too. I go, "Oh man, Danny, you fuck good,
dude, awesome!" He goes, "Thanks. Yeah, it's like I thought you were gay,
but I wasn't positive, so I tested my theory by holding your hand too long
when you were lighting my cigarette, haha. And, you know, you didn't flinch
so that was one point in favor of you being gay. When I looked up into your
eyes and saw the way you were staring at me, then I knew for sure. I also
knew I could fuck you hard because a little while ago when I grabbed your
cock and balls, instead of complaining, you leaned into me and I knew then
I had you in the palm of my hand, so to speak... haha, no pun
intended. You're the kind of bottom I love, not like Georgie who's always
bitching I'm being too rough on him when I fuck him, that's if I can
remember that far back... ha ha. It's been awhile, dude. And oh man, I
needed a good fuck so badly, and then along comes my new friend, Dylan,
thanks, bro." I mumble, "My pleasure," and he's like, "Yeah, I figured it
was your pleasure... haha. I can tell when a bottom is the submissive type
like you, no offense intended, and I take advantage of it too because I
know you want it hard and that's the way I like to give it. My intention is
to always give you a fuck you'll remember and, ha ha, you'll be coming back
begging me for more. I have a feeling you'll be looking me up tomorrow
night too. Won't ya be doing a little begging?" Wow, baby-faced Danny has
an ego as big as the ocean. I'd never have guessed that from my experience
in the restaurant when he seemed so sweet and, like kinda shy. Ya can't
tell a book by it's cover I guess.

Taking two cigarettes out of the box, I pass one to Danny and hold up my
lighter for him. He drops his sandals and cups my hand with both of his
like he did on the boardwalk. Holding my hand between both of his, he asks,
"You like me holding your hand, don't ya, Dylan?" I swallow hard,
muttering, "Yeah, sure I do, Danny," and he goes, "Well then I'll hold your
hand as we walk in the sand." I go, "We only have two hands, one for
carrying our sandals and one for our cigarettes." He says, "That's no
problem," and with our cigarettes between our lips he picks up his sandals,
takes my free hand, and leads me down closer to the ocean, then says, "Put
your sandals on and we'll walk in the packed sand down here close to the
ocean," and that's what we do, hand in hand. Danny exhales a lot of smoke,
saying, "I'm back on the cigarettes now, Dylan, damn I was doing so good
for awhile too. Oh well, like I always say, what the fuck, enjoy yourself,
ya know." I shrug, and talkative Danny says, "I noticed you didn't confirm
that you'd be looking me up tomorrow night to beg me to fuck you again. Was
I wrong to think that's what you'd do?" I go, "Sorta, because I don't beg
for sex." He says, "I'll bet that's probably because you don't need
to. Maybe you're thinking I'm egotistical, but I'm not really. When I'm
nervous I talk too much like I've been doing the last ten minutes." I ask,
"What are you nervous about?" He squeezes my hand and says, "I'm nervous
that you'll think I'm a twit so I say stuff to make me sound like a
confident top when I'm really not. I fucked you hard mostly because I
haven't had anal sex for six weeks and I was so horny I was like crazed." I
mumble, "Oh, it was still an awesome fuck whatever the reason for it. So,
were you being honest about testing me to see if I'm gay by holding my hand
too long?" He mumbles, "Yeah, and I was nervous as hell doing it, but what
I said about recognizing that you're submissive in sex is the truth."
So... what is Danny, a nervous mixed-up kid or a dominant sex partner? Oh
hell, what difference does it make if the sex is hot.

We walk in silence for a bit. I'm gazing at the stars in the sky way the
fuck out there where the horizon meets the ocean. The relentless waves
crashing on the beach plus all the other sounds associated with the ocean
are mesmerizing to me. I love the Jersey shore and maybe someday Robby and
I can live here, except we'll probably both be working for his dad's
company in Framingham. Danny says, "You don't say much, do ya? I get
uncomfortable with silence, it's like it roars in my ears." I go, "Huh,"
and he laughs, then goes, "I really like you, Dylan, and who the hell am I
kidding? I'm going to be the one looking you up tomorrow night and begging
you for sex, not the other way around." Just to be funny, I go, "Huh,"
again, and he laughs pulling me against him and kissing my lips. He says,
"I can really beg when I need to," which makes me laugh and think about
Ryan's begging technique. Danny and I walk hand in hand talking about the
normal stuff guys talk about like rock music, school, and our friends back
home. Then we talk about how old we were when each of us concluded we we're
gay, and then we relate our first sexual experiences. I learn Danny's never
fucked anyone, even George, without a condom, but he was so horny tonight
he threw caution to the wind. "And also, Dylan, you're easily the sexiest
kid I've ever had sex with. Like I told ya, my first sex partner had acne
and was not good looking at all. He let me fuck him though, so I didn't
care."  Danny isn't into sports at all, but even with that flaw in his
character I still find myself really liking him. He's basically a sweet kid
trying to be a dominant personality, but he can't pull it off because his
sweet nature keeps winning out. To be honest, he seems very immature to me,
but that's not necessarily a complaint on my part because it gives me a
confident feeling.  Something I've been noticing more of lately, me being
more confident, I mean.  My watch reads midnight, but I'm not tired. I'm
feeling good and that fuck is partially responsible, but my birthday dinner
helped a lot too. Chubby and the moms in my life are such a blessing, I
feel lucky. Hell, I am lucky, very lucky indeed and I'm grateful for my
luck.

We're way the fuck down the beach by now, past the boardwalk in fact,
although if we look back we can still see the lights in the
distance. Danny, the talker, has just finished telling me about his family
who seem quite normal. He's still in the closet to his family, but he has a
couple of gay friends his age who are 'out' so he's close to coming 'out'
himself.  Danny's not going away to college, he's working at his dad's
garage and going to college at night in the fall while living at home,
along with his younger sister. Finally I ask, "Where the fuck we walking
to, Danny?" He stops, and goes, "I don't know, I was following you." I
laugh and we turn around, but don't even get back to the boardwalk before
we find ourselves making out in the light of the moon, standing on the
packed wet sand. Two silhouettes embracing, all part of the vast canvas
here of sand, sky, and ocean. From a distance it would be clear to anyone
that two people are kissing, but not that it's two guys. We grope each
other, squeezing butt cheeks and rubbing each others boner through our
shorts. Danny gasps, muttering, "God, you get me so fucking hot, Dylan," as
he undoes the snap on my shorts, with me protesting, "Not here, Danny." He
pulls my pants down and his finger goes in my ass and his other arm around
my waist hugging me against him tightly, as his tongue's moving in my
mouth. My cock is so hard and he tastes and smells so good it's almost like
I'm floating with Danny above the sandy beach. My fingers go through his
short, freshly barbered buzz cut, and how crisp the newly cut hairs are
against my fingers. He's finger fucking me and my hips are humping his
finger on their own as I whine with pleasure. Danny pulls his finger out
whispering breathlessly in my ear, "I got ya where I want ya now,
Dylan. Turn around and bend over, I'm gonna fuck you hard again," and he
fumbles his pant down, then helps me turn around as a luscious submissive
trance flows over me like a light fluffy blanket, with my cock throbbing in
the humid air. I moan, "Mmmmm," as I grab my knees wanting to feel his cock
inside me. He smacks my ass hard, "SMACK!  SMACK" and the sound of his hand
smacking my ass seems to echo in my ears.

Grabbing my hips Danny pushes the head of his boner past my sphincter
muscle, and then with a grunt and a strong thrust his whole cock goes up my
ass with me groaning at the hurt. He pulls it back and thrusts it right
back up my ass, grunting, "How's that feel, huh?" He slams his body against
my ass with his boner going in a little easier now. Some wild pulling and
thrusting, four, five, six times fast and it has my ass alive with
fantastic sensations and me making ridiculous moans of pleasure, "Aaaaah,
ummmm, oh, oh ,oh, yeah, fuck my ass," which encourages Danny to quicken
the pace and increase the force of his penetrations. I'm now stumbling
forward a step or two toward the ocean with each hard thrust as the 'Slap!'
sound of his body against my butt cheeks drifts out and gets lost over the
ocean somewhere. It feels so awesome I can hardly believe it. Then my feet
get tangled with his and I fall on my face in the wet sand, somehow facing
away from the ocean with Danny on top of me. We're close enough to the
ocean now that the run-off of water from the waves crashing on the beach
surround us as Danny fucks me steadily. His fucking is much more rhythmical
now, a constant withdrawal and thrust of his iron boner with both of us wet
with salty ocean water and gloppy sand. It's a constant "Slap," of his
crotch against my ass followed by my moan, "Oooh," "Slap," "Ooh," "Slap"
"Ooh" "Slap" "Ooh, mmm, feels good, mmm," "Slap," and now Danny's grunting
with each penetration and it's the most wonderful feeling being fuck so
good with his body laying on top of me. A wave breaks and a few seconds
later water surround us and then recedes. My boner's flat against my belly
sinking in the sand, along with my whole body, as the fast moving water
removes some sand around the outline of my body each time it retreats back
to the ocean. All I know is my rectum is very happy and dancing with sexy
pleasure sensations. Then Danny squeaks, and goes, "Mmmm," in a bit of a
whine as he pours cum into my bowels. He flops up off my back, then down on
me again and continues fucking me making weird sounds almost like he's in
pain and then I grunt, arch my back, and my orgasm hits the wet sand
surrounding the head of my boner. The spunk feels so good coming out of my
hard cock that my whole body shakes causing Danny to grip my sides so he
doesn't fall off me, another spurt of cum and then another as my shoulders
shudder, and then I'm weak and spent. Soon Danny's laying motionlessly on
my back, the two of us looking like we've been swept onto the beach by the
waves.

One more shoulder shudder as the sensations of climax fade and my situation
now becomes more unpleasant. My body's an inch deep in the wet sand as
another wave's run-off surrounds us and then retreats.  The side of my face
is wet and sandy. Wet sand is in my shorts that are around my ankles,
pulled down by the retreating water of the undertow. Danny's breathing
deeply, his cock still in me, then he coughs, and asks, "You don't have
any, um, deceases, do you, Dylan?" That makes me laugh, getting wet sand in
my mouth. I ask, "Shouldn't you have determined that before you fucked me,
mister brainiac?" He rolls off me and I go, "Ahhh," as his cocks pulls
out. He lays next to me with another run-off of water surrounding us and
then retreating back to the ocean taking sand with it. He mutters, "We
didn't plan this out very well, did we?" I go, "Um, no," and sit up to
watch another wave hit the shore and come rolling up to us to say
hello. Danny sits up next to me, stating the obvious, "This is a little bit
messy, huh?" I look at him and he puts his arm around my neck pulling my
head over to his, asking, "Are you mad at me?" I go, "Not really, Danny,
I'm twenty years old ya know, and quite able to resist the temptations of
you teenagers should I choose to do so." He goes, "And you didn't choose to
do so?" I go, "Correct-a-mondo." Danny asks, "Spanish?" and I go, "I don't
know. Lets go in for a swim." We stand up and take what remains of our
clothes off, then put them further up on the beach beyond where the
undertow might take them into the Atlantic, never to be seen again. We race
into the water with our dicks flopping around and when we're in water deep
enough we dive in, we do. At least the water's washing the sand off our
bodies.  After swimming for a few minutes, Danny nods toward the beach,
asking, "How are we going to put those wet, sandy clothes on?" I mumble,
"Damned if I know, we're fucked I guess." He asks, "Have you ever been
fucked in the ocean?" and I think of Dodger fucking me in their swimming
pool, and say, "No, not the ocean." He says, "Ya wanna try?" I go, "If you
can get another boner this soon after your last one, and in water no less,
you can fuck me all night if you want, but I don't see that happening." He
puts a hand on my shoulder so I stop swimming and we stand up in water that
comes up to our nipples. He gets behind me and I feel the head of his cock
being pushed in my still slightly opened anus. He feeds his soft cock in
another inch or two, then hugs me around the chest with his lips on my ear,
"Let's see if it bones-up, Dylan. It sure feels good," and he drops a hand
to get my cock in his fist, then he strokes it. This kid may be more sex
crazed than me.

It feels good having two inches of his cock in my ass, and having my soft
cock stroked feels good too, plus I like his chest against my back and the
side of his face against mine. My cock is beginning to firm up a little and
I shouldn't be surprised at that considering the sexual stimulation I'm
getting in my ass and on my cock, and with Danny up against me.  I relax
and casually rub the side of my cheek against Danny's. He quietly says, "My
cock's getting hard and so is yours, a little." I turn my head and we
awkwardly kiss on the lips, then our tongues come out to lick together.
Danny moves his head and puts his squishy tongue in my ear and that gives
me a squirmy feeling in my whole body and, as my cock firms up more. I feel
his hardening cock going further up my ass and a quiet moan, "Mmmm," slip
out of my throat as Danny lets go of my cock and grips my hips with both
hands to withdraw his cock and push it back up. I go, "Ooooh, mmm." It
feels like water is in my rectum as Danny begins a steady fucking. When his
hips have a nice rhythm going he gets his arms around my belly and tightly
holds be against him and his hips do the rest.  The side of his face stays
against my cheek and I can hear him grunting with each drive up my ass,
"Un, un, un, un, ooh, un, un." The water's shimmering around us disturbed
by Danny's hip movement. I'm soon stroking my new boner, moaning with each
thrust, "Ahh, ahh, ahh" then "Mmmmm," as the sensations in my ass tingle
and vibrate with sexual pleasure, and then Danny squeezes me tighter to
him. It almost seems that we're one as my eyes close to further concentrate
on what's goings on in my ass. Danny has awesome stamina and an eighteen
year old's penis so we're having an awesome ocean fuck that goes on for, I
don't know how long, but it can't go on long enough to suit me.  We've been
fucking long enough that it seems we're in a different universe, just us
two attached together and fucking forever, and then Danny begins groaning
and picking up the pace. Then it's a hard slam up my ass and he holds it
there going, "Mmmm, hmmmm," breathing heavily through his nose, and I
assume climaxing. The thought of that gets my back arching and I go,
"Ahhh," my hips thrust forward and I have another orgasm. Maybe it was a
phantom one, but I don't thing so. I'm almost positive the Atlantic ocean
now contains my sperm. I gasp for air as Danny slows his thrusting and then
stops completely. He takes some big breaths, then chuckles, saying, "My
cock is so sore I can't fuckin' believe it. It's feels as sore as it always
used to be when I was thirteen and fourteen from all the jerking off I did
back then." He grunts, "Holy shit," as he pulls his cock from my ass,
muttering, "Ooow, ooh, ow." Water seems to flow up my opened anus, feeling
weird. One last big inhale from Danny, then, "Well, we both have fucked
successfully in the ocean now, Dylan.. haha, that was awesome! You're
awesome too. Where do you live?" We start wading in to the beach. I go,
"Massachusetts, how about you?" He says, "Upstate New York. Wish we lived
in the same town, or at least the same state. Holy shit we'd be fucking all
the time. Haha, maybe it's good we don't 'cause my dick would be sore every
day."

Back on the beach we pick up our wet clothes, and Danny says, "Shit, I hate
the thought of putting these shorts on, but what choice do we have?" I look
at my watch, "It's almost one o'clock and we're still down from the
boardwalk, so it's unlikely anyone's around. Lets walk to the street," as I
point a hundred yards up from the ocean, "And see if we get lucky, anything
would be a better option than putting on these wet sandy clothes. It's a
long shot, but what do we have to lose?" The temperature gets warmer the
further we walk away from the ocean so we're drying in the air and it's not
unpleasant at all. As we walk I realize Danny's cock isn't the only
participant body part in that fuck that's sore. I mutter, "You did a number
on my ass, Danny, so your dick isn't the only thing that's sore." He puts
his arm across my shoulders and sincerely says, "I'm sorry I hurt your ass,
but dude, this is the first anal fucking I've done in six weeks. Your ass
just about saved my life." I'm looking at his face thinking, this kid is
seriously cute! The volume of cute guys in Wildwood seems down this year,
but I'm managing to connect with a few of them. I tell him, "Damn, you're
cute, Danny. Glad I could save your life," and I sing a few words of 'The
Frey' song, 'How To Save A Life', but that brings back unpleasant memories
of my early days in Key West so I stop singing. At the empty parking lot we
can see duplexes across the street. I ask, "Do you see what I see?" Danny
goes, "If you're referring to the towels hanging on that clothes line, yep
I do." Holding our wet clothes in front of our junk we run across the
street giggling like ten year olds. We're both looking all around because
we can hear voices, probably some people on their deck drinking booze,
which is one the the popular things to do on vacation. The voices don't
sound nearby though, so we feel it's worth the chance and go over to where
the towels are hanging in the air.The clothes lines are between two
duplexes, neither of which have any lights on, after all it is one o'clock
in the morning. Down further there are more than towels hanging on the
line.

Jeez, I hate stealing someone's clothes so I say, "There's some t-shirts,
Danny, and they're our size too. Lets hang our wet t-shirts as a
replacement for theirs. He nods his head an chooses a white t-shirt that
has, 'OCEAN CITY' in blue lettering on the front. I take the maroon one
with 'CAPE COD' written in gray letters on the front, as I'm mumbling,
"These people get around." We replace the t-shirts with our own. No shorts
on the line, but there are dry bathing suits, a baggy pair and a little
Speedo one. I grab the baggy one as Danny mutters, "Shit," and pulls on the
speedo that outlines his cock and balls. "This hurts my dick, Dylan, please
switch with me." I take pity on him and we get out of the bathing suits
we're wearing and switch. I go, "Damn this feels good, I think I'll wear
this Speedo tomorrow to the water park." He asks, "Which one ya going to?"
and I tell him, "Raging Waters."  He's like, "If I can switch shifts with
someone I'll meet you there."  I say "That'd be great. Don't forget to take
everything out of your shorts and we'll leaves our wet ones for the bathing
suits and throw in our underwear as a bonus." He's going through his
pockets, chuckling, "They're gonna shit in the morning coming for their
clothes wondering what the fuck?"  My wallet and money are soaking wet and
my cigarettes are ruined. I take out the picture of Chubby's and my dad
that I have wrapped in plastic Saran Wrap luckily and it's dry and
safe. And fortunately I only carry fifty bucks on me and these wet bills
will eventually dry out. When I get to the house I'll grab fifty fresh
dollars from the rest of my money and let this dry out. Our feet are in wet
sandals, but other than that we have dry clothes to wear for the long walk
back. We walk back on sidewalks because it's easier going then walking in
sand. Danny never runs out of things to talk about and some of the stuff he
says is funny, although half of it he doesn't intend to be funny, but it is
anyway. He's sort of naively sweet in his view of the world, but I can tell
he's a good kid. Like me, he's oversexed and talks a lot about it, but I
get the impression he doesn't actually do a lot of sex.

We reach the boardwalk which is strangely quiet now. Walking along glancing
at all the closed shops, we pass 'Grant's Boardwalk Grill' and I say, "Ah,
the nefarious restaurant," and Danny says, "Actually nothing nefarious
happens in there, it's the place we all live where the trouble occurs." To
pass the time Danny's got a joke: "The boss of a department store has been
ordered to lay off an employee and the two newest employees are Debra and
Jack, but they're both good workers and he can't decide who to lay off, so
he's going to lay off which ever one goes to the water cooler first in the
morning. Next morning Debra has a wicked hangover and goes to the cooler to
take an aspiring. The boss comes over and says, 'Debra, I've never done
this before, but I'm going to lay you or Jack off this morning.' She says,
Please, jack-off, I've got a terrible headache." I go, "And what'd the boss
say?" He laughs, "Oh, you didn't like that one, huh. Here's another.... An
old man and his wife are in bed and the old guy cuts a wicked fart that
puffs up the sheet. The wife rolls over and asks what that noise was? The
man says that was a touchdown and the score is seven to nothing. A few
minutes later the old lady lets one go and says, touchdown, tie score. The
old man cuts another nasty fart, muttering, touchdown and I'm leading by
seven. The wife's got some gas of her own so she lets another long rumbling
fart out yelling, touchdown, tie score." I interrupt to ask Danny, "Does
this joke have a punch line?" He chuckles, and says, "I'm getting to
it... The old guy's straining to get another fart out, but without any
luck. He wants to win the farting game so he really bares down and shits
the bed instead of farting. As the smell rising his wife asks what the hell
was that and the old guy says, it's half time, switch sides." I go, "Don't
you dare tell another so-called joke, I'm allergic to corn and those jokes
are too corny for words." He rubs my head, saying, "I wish you could be my
boyfriend," and I mutter, "Yeah, I hear that all the time."

We're finally at the street where Danny lives so we kiss goodbye, and Danny
says, "I'll look for you either at the water park in the afternoon or on
the boardwalk at night." I grab him for another kiss and for one more smell
of his sexy scent. As he's walking down the ramp I yell, "Take care of that
awesome dick of yours." He waves and laughs, then I jog five blocks further
along the boardwalk passing a group of teenagers who are drinking from a
bottle in a paper bag. One of them yells, "Nice swimsuit from the fucking
nineteen-nineties, asshole," I'd yell something back at that leather-lung,
four-eyed goon, something clever like, 'Go fuck yourself', except who needs
the hassle of dealing with five drunk teenagers at one-thirty in the
morning? Out of breath, back at the duplex I let myself in and go right to
the bathroom for a much needed shower. My rectum's still sore, but I know
from experience with past sore rectums that it'll be fine by tomorrow. As
the shower water comes up to temperature I brush my teeth and gargle,
spitting out the last of the sand. Under the shower spray I scrub the sand
out from under my fingernails with a little brush designed for that
purpose, then shampoo my hair thinking about Sonny's awesome way of giving
me haircuts... I gotta experience that again. The kid's a natural, sort of
a savant with scissors and comb. Most of Danny's cum has drooled out of my
ass by now and the ocean water helped with that a lot, but there's some cum
dried on my buttock. Cleaning my ass is the last thing I do in a shower
however. When I've worked up a lot of sudsy bath gel on a clean washcloth I
start by washing my face, then my back and front, then my arms and
underarms, then my legs, and my privates are next, and finally my ass. Ah,
clean of body and spirit at last, well I'm not positive about the spirit
part because I don't know what the fuck that means. Rinsed and dried, I tip
toe into the bedroom, check out my sleeping brother and, ahh, what a
angel... haha, well, maybe not an angel, but he's sure cute. After putting
on boxer shorts I slip under the covers and gently get Chubby positioned
properly, which means, in my arms, and then with his most familiar personal
scent in my head I fall quickly asleep. As far as I know I don't dream.

I'm rudely awaken at ten o'clock in the morning by Chubby, who's standing
next to the bed in his underwear, saying, a little too loudly, "Come on,
brother, we want to get our money's worth at the water park. It's another
awesome day out there so lets make the most of it." I go, "Just another
half hour," and he pulls the covers off me, muttering, "Get your ass out of
bed, sleepy head." He pulls on my arm with me getting my hand around his
forearm pulling him on top of me and we wrestle in the bed giggling like
little kids with our arms and legs gripping each other until Chubby gets me
in a head lock, the sides of our faces together.  His body feels so
awesome, small but every part in proportion, and I love the way he smells
although I can't describe the scent other than to say, 'He smells like
Chubby'. He asks, "Do ya give up?" and I say, "No, I want to stay like this
until noon." He lets go of me, muttering, "I win anyway, now get up." I hop
out of bed, saying, "Lets wrestle some more," but Chubby just chuckles
mumbling, "You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Wrestling with a teenager is a
treat for you old guys?" I pull on shorts as I tell him, "Tomorrow the
hammer falls on you too, Chubby, and you can kiss the teen years goodbye,
but with my twenty year old experience I'll help you get through the trauma
although it is a bit of a shock to the system. We're tweeners again... not
teens and not legal age for the bar scene either." We make coffee and drink
it on the deck smoking a Marlboro light.  Chubby asks what I did last night
and I tell him an abbreviated, altered version of meeting Danny, reminding
Chubby that Danny's the kid from the restaurant we had lunch at earlier in
the week. I go, "So, your phone call to the cops got action, but because
the old fart pays the kids they won't tell on him." Chubby frowns, "Do
those nuts know they're basically acting like low level prostitutes?" I go,
"I hadn't thought of that. Anyway we tried to help them, but they're all
eighteen so what can you do? They've made their bed sorta." He says,
"Anyway, like I thought, you weren't alone for long last night." He thinks
for a second and mutters, "The old bastard in the restaurant is still a
pervert for taking advantage of those boys and I'd like to do something
more." Un oh, he's thinking back to the days of the window washer boys with
those perverts Ricky and his father. Chubby might do something rash so I
change the subject. "Um, this is a new water park we're going to, but what
do we actually know about it?" Chubby goes, "I've been at their website,"
and he tells me about it as we finish our coffees.

I learn the water park is on one of Morey's Piers, whoever Morey
is. There's a pool of course, this one has a big fountain in the middle of
it spraying you with water. One of the features at the park is a thousand
foot adventure river ride where each person rides in a round tube like an
old inter tube. Waterfalls drop on you along the way and there's twists and
turns and other things to make it interesting. The water in the fake river
is only four feet deep, but that's deep enough to drown in if your only
four feet tall and can't swim. The park has what's called a Wreckers Grill
for lunch and of course there's lots of rides on the pier, kiddie rides all
the way up to scary thrill rides, but mostly we want to experience the
water park part and go down the long tubes from high up that eventually
dump you in deep water. A Jacuzzi is available of course, but I don't like
being in such tight quarters with total strangers. If they had a Jacuzzi
just for guys twenty and under I night be more inclined to get into
that. There's also long, steep slides that deposit you in the deep water
with a lot of speed that you build up coming down the slide. Naturally
water is constantly running down the tubes and slides to assist you in
building up speed. You can go down on your back like most people do, or
like Chubby and me will do it, go down head first on your stomach. The
trick is not to land on the person in the water who came down just before
you, but hasn't cleared out of the way by the time you're dumped out of the
slide into a ten foot drop to the water below. This water park is a change
from the ocean to be sure, but we prefer the beach and the ocean. This is
just for today and we might hit the beach later if we get tired of the
water park.

Time to get our bathing suits on so I step out of my shorts and boxer
shorts and put on the minimalistic stolen Speedo swimsuit.  Chubby's like,
"What the fuck is that?" I tell him that Danny and I got crazy last night
and went for a swim in our clothes so we stole clean dry clothes from a
clothesline and left our stuff in return. I don't even know if that
qualifies for a little white lie because there's a lot of truth in it, but
I'll assign it number 6048 anyway. Chubby laughs, and says, "Well, you're
not gonna actually wear it today are you?" I go, "Sure, why not," he
chuckles, "Yeah, okay, it'll be good for some laughs." Hey, this Speedo
feels good around my private parts, nice and snug... it's awesome and I
wish these little Speedos would come back in fasion and replace the
boardies. Dodger always wore a Speedo when swimming and I wore one of his
the first time I met him although it was smaller than this one and really
squished my junk together. What the hell, I'll put on the stolen 'CAPE COD'
t-shirt too. We walk to the boardwalk for breakfast and as I pass 'Grant's
Boardwalk Grill' I see Danny at the front of the restaurant working the
grill alongside a very average looking kid who's cooking hash brown
potatoes. Danny looks like he knows what he's doing make breakfast
sandwiches of fried egg, Canadian bacon, and cheese on toast. I ask Chubby,
"You wanna get one of those breakfast sandwiches?" He goes, "I'm not
putting money in Grant-the-pervert's pocket. I hate that slimy bastard." I
drop the subject because Chubby's getting worked-up again. I clear my
throat loudly, but Danny is concentrating on his grille work and doesn't
look up. He sure is cute though with that serious expression on his
face. Obviously he couldn't get anyone to switch shifts with him so I'll
probably see him tonight. I wanted to give him a laugh if he'd just look up
and see me in these stolen clothes, especially this speedo. He doesn't
though, but my dick sort of firms up when I remember Danny had this Speedo
on for a couple of minutes last night, or early this morning to be more
accurate. I was so sexually satisfied last night it didn't occur to me my
cock and balls are resting against the same material Danny's cock and balls
rested against. Yeah, and the owner of this speedo had his junk resting in
here too. I sure hope the Speedo's owner is cute. Damn, it is so sexy
wearing someone else's Speedo, jockstrap, or underwear. "What are you
thinking about, Dylan?" Chubby asks, and I'm like, "Huh? Um, oh, I'm
thinking about breakfast, what else." He chuckles, mumbling, "No you
weren't."

We get breakfast sandwiches two blocks down the boardwalk although that
don't look nearly as good as Danny's, but it's still a good sandwich. We
eat it walking towards Morey's Pier. He has a number of piers, but we want
the one with the water park. As we walk Chubby's telling me about Jen and
how loose she is, sexually loose. He says, "I'd go broke buying condoms if
she lived around us. Ya know Dylan, this is the perfect set-up for you to
experiment with a little hetero sex with a girl." I go, "With Jen?" and he
says, "No, not with, Jen, ya nut. With her twin sister. She's just as loose
as Jen and she's got a thing for you." I ask, "Will you lend me a condom?"
He laughs, "You won't do it," and I say, "Without a free condom I won't do
it, that's for damn sure. Maybe Julie will buy one for me, two would be
better. I think I'd want to wear two at a time, ya know, just so nothing
from her vagina gets on my dick." He's laughing, as I try not to hurl up my
breakfast sandwich at the very thought of screwing Julie. I kinda like her
actually, but not to have sex with. It's not so odd I don't want to do that
because how anxious would a straight kid be about sticking his dick up my
ass. Hmmm, probably more anxious than I think. Or not, I don't know. I am
noticing more attractive guys on the boardwalk this morning, and as we
stand in line for an ice cold fresh watermelon drink, I notice the guy in
front of me is primo. Pretty blond hair cut in a longish burr haircut and
the kids got nice shoulders, like a swimmer.  His bubble butt ass is six
inches from the crotch of my speedo and he's got awesome legs, nicely
tanned with wispy, curly blond hairs on his calves that look sexy. I saw
his face when he turned to talk to someone who I hope is his sister, but
probably is his girlfriend. She's cute too, but he's cuter with impish
facial features and pale blond, half inch whiskers spottily on his cheeks,
upper lip, and chin. I'd love to feel them because they look as soft as the
hair on his head. He smells like he's been sun bathing. Jeez, he's really
choice! Thin waist and flat stomach. He gets a drink for him and his sister
and turns to walk away, but I'm clumsily in his way so we collide. Nothing
serious although I do manage to rub the side of my face against his and get
a good feel of his whiskers which weren't as soft as they look, but they're
plenty sexy just the same. He's polite, smiling and saying, "Sorry, my
fault," and I do my world famous misidentification bit. I go, "No, dude,
it's my fault. Hey, are you Josh Hamilton's brother? I went to school with
him and you're a spiting image of him." He asks, "Where'd ya go to school?"
I hate when they turn the tables on me, but I gotta finish, so I make up a
school, "St. John's prep." The kid says, "Huh, what's your name?" I mutter,
"Frank Converse," and he says, "I'll tell him you said hello," and he's
grinning, then puts his arm around his sister's waist and walks off
chuckling. What an asshole he turned out to be!  Heh heh.

Chubby's laughing out loud, then he says, "You can't win 'em all, Dylan,
and you win more than your share anyway." I mutter, "I can't stand smart
asses like that, pretending he has a brother that went to prep school with
me... of all the fucking nerve." Chubby laughs some more while giving me a
shoulder hug, then pays for our watermelon drinks. Man, these things are
delicious! We're done our drinks a block from the water park and we dump
the cups in a trash container.  As we're approaching the water park I see
ahead of us this football player size guy, probably a senior in high
school. He appears intent on the mean, 'making the old make people get out
of his way', trick by purposely walking directly at someone smaller than
him so the smaller person has to jump out of his way or be bulled
over. It's a bully game for real asshole allowing them to humiliate people
smaller than them. I've seen it done to senior citizens walking the boards
at night, and I just hate that. Anyway I see this big goof coming right at
Chubby. Naturally there's a friend with the bully to act as the bully's
audience and usually there's more than one. This kind of crap is done
mostly at night when the boardwalk's more crowded. When the football player
is three feet away from Chubby and walking fast, I step in front of Chubby
and bend over like I'm picking up something off the planks of the
boardwalk. Chubby jumps sideways and the guy goes over my back smoothly for
an ass over tea kettle landing with a satisfying thump as he sprawls, then
slides with his bare knees scraping on the boardwalk. His friend, being a
prick also, is laughing his ass off, as I ask, "What the hell? Didn't ya
see me?" The big dummy on the boardwalk is wailing, "My fuckin' knees!" Ah,
both knees are bleeding, but the best past is there's a three inch sliver
of boardwalk embedded under the skin of his right knee and it's probably
under a number of layers. Ya know, some parts of the boardwalk have aging
boards with these big sharp splinters which is why it's against the law to
be barefoot on the boardwalk.The guy's in pain just sitting there biting
his lip and holding his knees up near his chest.  Well, he's accomplished
his mission of getting people to move out of his way because they need to
walk around him now. I glance over my shoulder at him as his friends
calling him a big baby. The big baby yells, "Look at this splinter! it's
three inches long embedded under my skin!" Ah, that's a shame. He's not
paying attention to me as Chubby and I disappear in the crowds.  Chubby
asks, "Was that one of those get-out-of-my-way horseshit deals?" I go,
"Yep, he would have flattened you if I hadn't saved your ass." Chubby goes,
"Why didn't you just tells me he was coming?  I was looking at that babe to
my left with her boobs hanging out of her top." I go, "No time, I had to
jump into action to protect my little brother." He goes, "I'm only a teen,
you know?" I chuckle, "Yeah, for one more day."

After getting basically robbed by the admission charge, we're inside the
water park and it's immediately clear that this might not have been the
best idea we've ever had because it's very crowded and there are seemingly
hundreds of little rug rats running around giggling. Boys and girls seven
or eight and younger. Chubby says, "This is the kiddie section, we need to
negotiate these little kids and get to the locker room to drop off our
sandals, wallets, and t-shirts." I say, "Look at my swimsuit, where do you
think my wallet is?" He says, "Back at the house would be my best guess,"
and I mutter, "We got a bingo here." My money's folded up in the little
pocket inside the waistband of the Speedo. We pay for a locker and stick
our stuff in it, then Chubby puts the key in one of the many pockets on his
boardie swimsuit. After peeing, we take a dip in the pool to cool off from
the hike getting here. I see this thin kid with a distinctive look to him
in the pool, he's at the side with his back to the wall and his elbows on
the rim of the pool. He reminds me of the French kid I saw in Key West, the
one who ate his boogies. The French kid was beautiful, this skinny kid is
not, but he has the same regal bearing. His long dark brown hair is combed
straight back on his head. Perfect hairline right straight across his
forehead. He's thin, just this side of skinny, but tall too so that tends
to make a person look thiner. A swarthy complexion that's deeply tanned and
I'm not sure why I'm even staring at him, but there's something extremely
sexual about him, so that must be what's attracted my attention. Chubby's
swimming a few laps, and this pool is big, so it'll take him awhile. I'm
running my hand over my head when the regal kid glances over and catches me
staring at him. He furrows his eyebrows and glares at me hard, his mouth is
sort of sneering so I drop eye contact thinking, 'He looks like trouble.' I
swim around trying not to look at the sneering kid, wondering why I'm
striking out today. The blond kid at the watermelon stand and now the
sneerer.

I swim a bit and run into Chubby as he's finishing his lap, on his way
back, so I say, "Lets try that river ride," and he's like, "Sure, we'll see
what that's all about."  What it's all about is you get in a round tube
that's open in the center and let the drifting water of the fake river take
you through waterfalls and past other sights that are suppose to be
interesting, but are actually lame. It's relaxing I suppose, but boring too
and the so-called river is packed, side to side, front to back, with people
in these tubes. Our tubes literally touching all around. Chubby rolls his
eyes and makes a face at me, but all I can do is shrug because it's
impossible to control where we're going, you just go with the flow. The ebb
and flow, plus contact with other tubes, separates Chubby and me. That's no
big deal, but it's also separating six year old girls from mommies so
there's a lot of crying and screaming. Forget that 'relaxing' remark I
mentioned earlier. A thousand feet never seemed so long, but the end is
eventually reached and we get out as a group, some more agile than others
so it's a bit of a pain in the ass. When I find Chubby he dead-pans, "Is it
too late to get our money back, do ya think?" I go, "Stay optimistic,
dude. Lets try the other tube." We walk over to this plastic tunnel high in
the air that loops around and around, all the time getting lower, so you
slide down in the water that runs through the tube and natural gravity
accelerates your speed and eventually you get dumped out in a deep pool of
water trying to avoid the guy in the pool who got dumped out just before
you. I'm worried about claustrophobia too because the tube isn't that wide
or high and it's a three minutes ride from beginning to end, entirely
enclosed.  That seems a lot of time to be enclosed in a tight inescapable
plastic tube with someone coming down right behind you. Claustrophobia is a
weird trick of your brain that most don't notice, but for those of us who
have it, it can be terrifying. That being said, no way am I not going in
the fucking tube. I'd rather be terrified than called a pussy by my
brother.

Young kids are too dumb to be scared as I watch them zipping out of the
tube giggling and having a grand old time, so that's just one more reason
there's no way I'll chicken out. We need to go up many steps to get to the
tube entrance, quite a ways above the crowds below, and then we wait our
turn. As we wait Chubby gets into a conversation with those around
us. That's something he always does. For me, if it's not someone cute, I
don't talk to anyone unless they talk to me first, and then it's as brief
an exchange as possible. Not Chubby, by the end of our ten minute wait he's
friends with a half dozen people around us from older adults to ten year
old girls. They're laughing and exchanging quips calling each other by
name. I'm in front of Chubby so when I'm next to enter this small tube, the
size of which an overweight person would get stuck in it, Chubby says, "Go
head first, Dylan, like that little kid ahead of you just did." Many of us
have secret terrors we must battle, but peer pressure is a powerful thing,
especially from someone you do not want to lose face in front of, and
Chubby's number one on that list. I go, "Of course we're going down head
first," and he says, "Um, well do it, you're holding up the line." I gulp,
then dive into the tunnel and get going much faster then I expected. The
first bend that's approaching quickly appears in my head as a dead end and
my mind freezes up. There's no going back, all I can do is close my eyes
and count in my head pretending I'm anywhere but in this fucking little
tube. My balls and dick shrink to the size of the ten year old boy's dick
and nuts in front of me. He's laughing and calling out to his brother who
went just before him. What seems to me to be about an hour later I hear a
splash and open my eyes seeing daylight ahead and then I'm out in space
with the pool water seemingly rushing up at me, then I'm in the water
bumping into the ten year old kid who went before me. He gets disoriented
and start flailing in the water five feet under. I grab his arm and pull
him with me to the surface. He's not laughing now. He's crying as he doggie
paddles to his older brother at the edge of the pool. He gets a hug and
reassurance he's alright. Hmmm, there's probably a message somewhere in
this experience I've just had, but I'll be damned if I know what it
is. Chubby bobs up in the water grinning, "Let's do it again, Dylan!" Oh
shit!

We do it again and at least this time I don't run into anyone in the
pool. Then we go over to the steep, curvy slide that has a higher entrance
than the tube's starting point. It'll be a faster ride down, but without
being enclosed I expect to actually enjoy the ride. I get flying down the
curving slide going faster than a bat out of hell and really hit the water
hard in a belly flop, so it wasn't entirely enjoyable. The thrill rides at
amusement parks are better, and you don't wind-up in fifteen feet of water
at the end. We do this self-inflicted torture four times before Chubby's
willing to take a break. We need to wait in line every time we do it so by
the time we're done it almost one o'clock and we need some lunch. After
drying off, chubby says, "You were right to stay positive, Dylan. After the
river thing I thought this was going to suck, but it's turned out awesome."
I'm thinking he was right initially, not me, but say, "Yeah, but I wish the
slide was longer." Right there folks, is my little white lie number, 6049.
We get barbecued chicken, french fries, and a Coke for lunch and share a
picnic table with strangers. One of the strangers is that sexy looking tall
kid who I had the losing staring contest with in the pool when we first got
here. He's with a smaller version of him, so it's undoubtedly his younger
brother. Chubby quickly discovers the younger brother's name is Fabio Patel
and the older one, who keeps staring at me, is Adriano Patel. They're on
vacation with their parents from Milan, Italy, and they speak with a
pronounced accent. Adriano is not talkative, acting very macho although
that's a bit contradicted when he kisses his brother. Neither seem to be
embarrassed by this. It's not a passionate kiss, just an casual brotherly
show of affection. I'm fascinated by Adriano and want him to kiss me.

Fabio is sixteen and quite a hunk himself, but his brother has a smoldering
sexuality that probably is only detected fully by a gay person such as
myself. Also at our picnic table are a married couple on family vacation
from Canada with their two teenage girls who seem very interested in
Fabio. Good for them, but I find I'm interested in Adriano, who might be
equally interested in me, but it's hard to tell. He's the tall silent type,
not cute like I said, but distinctive looking with maybe a little dangerous
overtone exuding from him. He's at least my age and maybe a year or two
older, but no more then that and he appears totally bored with everything
except me. Fabio talks with his hands and with an amazing number of facial
expressions. He talks about seemingly innocuous topics with passion. He
ends almost everything he says with,"No?" For example, "Jeffrey, you are
going on the high slide again, no?" I also notice he uses, "Eh" a lot when
he says anything, almost like a filler remark he just throws in. He doesn't
seem to ever pronounce the letter 'h' and so when he says, "Three" it
sounds like "Tree", but I love his voice and accent.  Adriano speaks to his
brother in Italian and they smile at whatever he said, both looking at
me. That's so rude, but I stare back at them as Chubby chats with the
parents from Canada. Fabio is especially anxious to impress the Canadian
girls about something that sounds like, 'Piazza del Duomo'. The girls smile
a lot, but probably have no more of a clue what he said than I do.

When I get up to dump my plate of chicken bones in the trash Adriano
follows me, and at the trash barrel, he says in a surprisingly pleasant,
but stern, accented voice, "You need to go to the locker room to take a
pisciare, ora, no?" I go, "Huh?" and he says, "Piss, take a piss right now,
and I do too." He puts his hand on my shoulder and adds, "You and me must
cazzo, Dylan!"

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

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