Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 14:42:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Roth <eighty.eight@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 63

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 63

by Donny Mumford



Adriano Patel and his younger brother, Fabio, along with their parents, are
vacationing in America from Milan, Italy.  According to Fabio it's a month
long vacation of which one week is being spent in Wildwood because they
have relatives living here. From what I've surmised so far, Adriano's gay
and he's apparently scoped me out as being gay too. Well why wouldn't he,
everyone else has been detecting my gayness lately, especially here in
Wildwood. I don't know what the hell that's all about because I went
through most of my life not knowing I was gay myself, and when I discovered
that I was, no one else seemed to notice until just recently. Now it's like
I have a sign on my back, and maybe the sign's in Italian too, that says,
'I'm Gay!' Adriano has just informed me we both need to take a piss
together, meaning I suppose...  us being in the lavatory together alone so
we can fuck. Being alone in the lavatory seems like a long shot at best
considering all the people here.  Stalling for time, I look questioningly
at Adriano, asking, "What was that about a piss?" and I notice for the
first time he's wearing a men's Baskit Outline bikini that outlines his
cock and balls in a tight pouch, and it's size is impressive. I wouldn't
know the name of that swim suit except Willie has one that's just like
it. When I first saw Adriano he was in the pool and just now at the picnic
table he was sitting across from me, so while I certainly noticed his wide
shoulders an awesome physique, I couldn't see what he was wearing. As for
my 'what about a piss' question, Adriano raises his eyebrows and stares at
me for a few seconds, then says, "Cavolo!" Then he tells me in his Italian
accent, that 'cavolo' means, holy crap. I frown as he adds, "I said, holy
crap because I thought you'd be excited to be with Adriano alone in a
lavatory stall, no?" and he rubs the back of his fingers down my cheek.
His eyes are dark and seem to shimmer as he stares into my eyes with a smug
expression on his face. I look away, not sure if I want to go with him or
not.  He says, "Last chance, pretty boy. You'll come with me, no?" I
swallow hard, then call over my shoulder to Chubby, "I'm gonna show Adriano
where the lavatory is." Fabio smirks at his brother giving him thumbs
up. Chubby waves at me that he heard me, and continues his discussion with
the girls, who laugh out loud at something he just said. Adriano and I
disappear in the crowd with him tightly gripping my left bicep, sort of
leading me. He goes, "I know where the lavatory is my friend, but we're
going to the locker room, eh?"  I ask, "Why the locker room?" and he smiles
a beautiful smile, saying, "Because I said so?" He said that like it's a
question. I think the language barrier is messing us up a little because I
can't be sure he's actually saying what he thinks he's saying.

He puts his arm across my shoulders and I smell his previously undetected
BO. It's not like Rays though, it's more like regular BO that's begging for
some deodorant, although not so strong it's offensive.  Adriano probably
considers it manly, and he definitely sees himself as macho, which he
actually is. He's holding my side against his as we walk unhurriedly
towards the locker room. I can't imagine anyone seeing us who wouldn't
think: gay guys, although no one appears to be paying us much attention. I
ask Adriano, "What did you say to Fabio, in Italian, at the picnic table
that made him smile?" Adriano does an elaborate shrug and, talking with his
free hand moving, says, "I tell my brother I'm going to fuck you, that's
all." I'm thinking, 'That's all?' as he continues, "In Milan I have a few
boyfriends who we fuck together, not Fabio though, lo amo il mio ragazzo."
Looking at him, he smiles, asking, "No?" I suppose he wants me to confirm
that he's going to fuck me, but of course I didn't understand his Italian,
so I ask, "What's Ragazzo?" He goes, "I just tell you I love my boyfriend,
but we have other sex like you would say, casually." I mutter, "Casual
sex," he squeezes my shoulders, saying, "Yes, and you are, ah, the first
gay boy I run into in America, so you get to have Adriano fresh, not all
used up, no?" I go, "How'd ya know I'm gay?" and he laughs and gives my
shoulders a squeeze, muttering, "You're funny joke, no?" He thinks I'm
making a joke? Forgetting how he knew, I say, "I'm not so sure we're going
to fuck anyway, Adriano.  Sorry to disappoint you." He moves his hand again
as he talks, "Ha, you won't disappoint, you'll be fine. I'm attracted to
you, no?" Okay, so he misunderstood me again thinking I meant I might be
disappointing as his sex partner. Hmmm, he is a sexy dude, no doubt... and
I did pledge to take advantage of sexual opportunities in Wildwood. The
thing is, I never expected so many opportunities. Every time I turn around
someone assumes I want them to fuck me. Maybe I should move here.

Approaching the locker room Adriano again grips my bicep and pushes me
toward the door. What the fuck, I open the door to find people doing what
Chubby and I did when we first arrived. Adriano guides me though the room
to the door leading to a large lavatory section where we find a few people
doing their business, but Adriano pulls me right by them and into one of
the handicap booths that have wide doors extending from the ceiling to the
floor. He clicks the lock on the door, and in a smooth move pulls my Speedo
bathing suit down to my knees. His eyes open wide when he sees my shaved
groin, and he mutters, "Ragazzine." I go, "Huh?" His eyes meet mine as he
points to my crotch, saying, "Girl, like girls do, no?"  Then he bends down
and pulls the Speedo to my ankles and mumbles, "Step out quickly," and,
slipping into a dreamy state, I step out of the little Speedo. Adriano
lifts the Speedo to his nose and smells it nodding his head, then pulls me
to him and leans down to smell the side of my neck under my jaw, muttering,
"Sexy boy, eh." With a hand behind my neck he rubs my hair and then pinches
my nose, asking, "Do you insist on condom?" Not sure what he even said
because of his accent I nod my head totally mesmerized by him. He says,
"Vieni ad abbraciarmi," and I just stare at him. He says it in English,
"Cuddle with me," as he takes my wrists and pulls my arms around his
waist. I hug him and then meld into his body while he he rubs my back and
the back of my head saying something else in Italian. He's a good five
inches taller than me with hair on his chest, but not a lot. His arms and
long legs have hair but only on his forearms and calves and it's not curly
hair, short straight dark hairs. His body oder is noticeable but not
offensive, like I said. It's more a stale scent like he hasn't showered for
a couple of days .

Massaging my butt cheeks, he says something else in Italian with the
'ragazzine' word so he probably is saying something about my ass and a
girl, maybe my ass is like a girl's, or hopefully better than a girl's
ass. Who knows and who cares as I lean my head on his shoulder getting used
to his scent, and absorbing it now, letting it turn me on further. My cock
is already firm and so is his if that package in his tight little bikini
swim suit that's pressed against my belly is what I think it is. He kisses
my neck tenderly and then my cheek, murmuring in Italian. Then he does a
long inhale with his prominent nose at my neck again. He lifts my head off
his shoulder with a finger under my chin, bends his neck down and kisses my
lips. "You like Adriano, no?" and I nod my head as his lips come back to
mine, then his tongue goes in my mouth tasting like barbecue sauce from his
half eaten barbecue chicken. He kisses romantically, not necessarily sexily
hot although it's beginning to get hot because his manner is matching my
dreamy state of mind making me moan, "Mmmm." His caressing and kissing go
on, interspersed with soft spoken pretty Italian words that are
soothing. His body feels so good against mine and his hands moving over my
back and lips kissing mine... it's all sinking me deeper into my submissive
sea of comfort and pleasure and calmness. It's delightful and sexy at the
same time. Adriano takes his mouth away, lifting my chin again so I'm
looking up at him, "You want Adriano to fuck you now, no?" I gaze at him
and hug him tighter, and with me hugging him, he lets go of me and
awkwardly pulls his swim suit down, then puts pressure at the back of my
head. No mistaking that wordless signal so I slowly let go of him and sort
of slide down his body going to my knees with my boner tight up against my
belly. If someone gave me a pop quiz asking me where I am I'd flunk because
all I know is there's sexy Adriano and me in this handicap bathroom, the
only existence on earth at this particular moment in time. The trance I'm
in happened fast for reasons unknown, but according to my brain I've
definitely somehow been dominated by him.

On my knees my eyes focus on the longest penis I've seen yet, and a
substantial growth of pubic hairs surrounding it too, plus his balls are
big. His cock's not fat, just long with an uncut foreskin. It's already
firm, listing to the side, so I pick it up in my fingers, a little dizzy
from the sexual scent coming from his cock and balls. Looking up at him, I
begin sucking on the head as Adriano murmurs in Italian, sounds that seem
to be words of encouragement. He's not doing anything particularly dominant
and yet he gets his way in everything. He's rubbing my head like most guys
do when me or someone else is sucking their cock and a crazy, but obvious
thought drifts by my brain: no matter where someone lives, or what
nationality they may be, the sex is the same because how many different
ways can humans do it? I'm slurping on part of the shaft as the foreskin
pulls back off the head little by little the harder his cock gets, and when
it's very hard Adriano tilts my head back and forced his entire boner down
my throat until my nose is plastered against his groin totally surrounded
by pubic hairs that I can't smell because I can't breathe. I gag, but the
entire boner goes down easily not being especially thick. His hips move his
cock back and forth in my throat with Adriano sucking air in between his
teeth making a "Sssssssss," sound.  When he pulls it out entirely it's very
long, hard, and covered in precum and saliva. He reaches down and takes a
condom from a little compartment in the waistband of his small swim suit,
very much like the one I put my folded-up money in. My money is in the
locker now to keep it from getting wet at the water park. He hands me the
packet and I open it by ripping the end between my teeth.  The condom
barely goes past the halfway point of his boner when I've rolled it onto
his billy club of a cock. Adriano motions with his hand that I should stand
up and when I do he turns me around and pushes the head of his boner past
my sphincter muscle, there's lots of lube on the condom. He gets his arms
around me now and inserts his entire boner up my ass smoothly as I go up on
my toes groaning at the hurt in my rectum.

He rubs my belly and then strokes my cock, and with his lips brushing my
ear he murmurs quietly to me in Italian. After about thirty seconds Adriano
withdraws most of his boner, and then slides it back in hitting places in
my rectum never before touched by a boner, or any other object from outside
my body, and I go, "Ooooh, mmmmm," one more withdrawal and then it slides
in easier the third time. He gets his forearm around the front of my throat
pulling my head back onto his shoulder, and as he arches his back my back
arches too and he starts fucking me steadily with long thrusts... constant
thrusts: in and out, in and out, in and out. Each withdrawal distends the
lips of my anus for a second and then it's the long trip back up my rectum
led by the throbbing head of his cock. Oh man, does it ever feel fantastic!
His hips moving smoothly have me gargling with pleasure, unable to make my
normal sounds of pleasure because he's partially cutting off my voice
box. He starts gasping as his hips keep his boner moving back and forth in
my ass like a piston. My hands are behind me riding on Adriano's ass as his
hips move with a dance like rhythm. The 'slap' 'slap' 'slap' of his crotch
against my ass and his gasping along with my grunts of intense sexual
pleasure fill the small space. I don't know what can be heard outside
through the ceiling to floor partitions of this cubby hole, and I don't
particularly care either. I can also hear his cock moving in the
lubricant... the condom's making a wet sucking sounds as his boner
withdraws. The steady sliding of that long boner back and forth in my ass
gets my shoulders shuddering and me moaning in my throat. It's so dreamily
sexy with sensation popping in my ass as his boner makes it's way up and
back. His scent increases the harder he fucks me and as my orgasm builds
his thrusting increases, so I assume his orgasm is building too. My cock is
pointing straight out from my body and it got that way rather quickly and
now all the fantastic sexy sensations I'm feeling have me babbling and
gasping for air. The hypnotically smooth, long thrusts of his boner up my
ass, with his manly scent filling my head, soon has me in ecstasy and
hoping for a long fuck. My back moves slightly against his chest hairs with
each full thrust of his incredibly hard cock and now I'm making a whiny
sound as the head of his cock plows deeply into my bowels sending
electrifying sensations all over my body. It really is perfect and my eyes
are watering in wonder at what an amazing fuck this is, but way too soon my
climax is on me and my body jerks in his arms as a long hissing sound
escapes my throat and an arch of cum flies from my boner like a rainbow,
quickly followed by three more spurts as all the muscles in my body
seemingly contracted at the same time. His lips are on my ear again as
Adriano goes, "Ooooh, aaaah," with his shoulders shuddering now as he sets
me on my feet, and only then do I realize I'm been up on my toes the entire
fuck. With my body still shuddering from that fabulous orgasm he pushes me
forward, I bend over to grab my knees as he slams into me laying on my back
doing little hip thrusts filling the condom with Italian spunk.

Adriano moans quietly and then straightens up and, gripping my hips, fucks
me lazily with long smooth strokes that feel awesome. A minute later he
takes a deep breath and pulls out of me giving my ass a pat, not a slap. He
goes, "See, I told you not to worry, you didn't disappoint me. You have a
wonderful ass for fucking, primo perfecto."  There's a large ball of cum at
the nipple of the condom he strips off his cock.  He twirls it in a circle,
then plops it into the toilet and flushes it, never to be seen again. My
cum is a wet streak across the floor. Adriano pulls up his little bathing
suit and I do the same feeling the squishy lube far up my rectum. It feels
good. He's all smiles, asking, "How you like, Dylan? Do Italian boys fuck
good, no?" We walk out of the handicap toilet cubicle and see two guys in
the lavatory, one's taking a leek and the other one's washing his hands,
both look at us with wide eyes so I guess they did hear something, not that
Adriano cares. He stands next to the guy at the sink and washes his hands,
saying to me, "We keep this privito, no?" I nod feeling my face get red and
wanting to get away from the two guys in the lavatory. A very disapproving
look from the man who was peeing, and as he buttons his fly, he says,
"There are children all over this place. You're both disgusting." Adriano
goes ballistic, screaming at the man, veins popping out on his forehead and
neck, his face an inch away from the other man who's backing up. Not from
what Adriano saying, it's in Italian, but because of the way he's saying
it. What a temper! The man keeps backing up, then to save some face, he
shouts, "I'm calling the police on you two." He hurries out as the other
fellow at the sink looks on, but says nothing. One last blast of Italian
from Adriano at the accuser's back and we leave. The man's nowhere to be
seen and we walk back to the picnic tables with Adriano acting like nothing
happened, telling me first that the man was the disgusting one for not
washing his hands after going to the bathroom, then he happily tells me
about his boyfriend that he claims he loves. I'm feeling very good thinking
back on our sex and wishing it had lasted longer. At the picnic table as I
pass his brother, Fabio, he asks me, "How was it, omosessuale?" I go,
"Huh?" and he and Adriano slap hands, with Fabio nodding at me,
 saying, "Numero uno, Adriano." At first I'm thinking he's saying I'm
number one, as in the best, but later I'm thinking he means I'm the first
American of many Adriano expects to fuck on his vacation. Not real
flattering. For a change, the next offer I get from someone to fuck me,
cute or otherwise, I'm turning down just to prove to myself that I can.

Even with all the talking he been doing, Chubby's finally done his lunch
now too. He dumps his trash and says goodbye to the Canadian family. The
Patel brothers take off saying, "Ciao," with only a wave and then Fabio
grabs his crotch and sort of humps it at me, laughing. They turn their
backs and swagger away with Adrian's arm around his brother's neck. The
last I see of them Adrian's kissing his brother again. What to make of
them? Maybe if we lived in Italy Chubby and me could kiss every ten minutes
like those two seem to do, and wouldn't that be grand. Chubby and me are
walking towards the high water slide as he says, "Cool dudes from Italy,
huh?" I go, "I don't know, Fabio seems to be a smart ass as far as I can
tell." Chubby's like, "Really? I thought he was a nice kid. The Canadian
girls were like creaming in their panties over him." I say, "Lets hit the
beach now, whaddaya say?" Chubby shrugs, "You're the big brother, if you
say it's beach time, then I just follow." As we head back to the locker
room I start worrying that the man who called us disgusting might be there
with a cop, so I say, "Hey, I want a t-shirt in memory of this place." We
stop at a stand that sells memorabilia of this pier and, using Chubby's
debit card, I buy a t-shirt and hat that both have 'MOREY'S PIER, WILDWOOD
N.J.' on them. I also buy a cheap pair of big sunglasses to wear, along
with the t-shirt that's over top of the one with 'CAPE COD' on the front. I
purposely chose a X-large t-shirt so it'd come down below my crotch hiding
my Speedo. The hat completes my disguise and now I feel better about going
back to the locker room. Chubby says, "You owe me $29.00 and the stuff you
bought is worth about ten bucks, what's up with that?" I go, "You know I
like mementoes of all the places I've been too," and he's like, "Actually I
didn't know that, but now I do."

We get our stuff out of the locker without me seeing the accuser from the
lavatory, and now I'm stuck with this cheap hat I'll never wear again. The
sunglasses are okay, but compared to my Oakley ones, get real. I insist on
stopping at the duplex to change out of my stolen bathing suit, then wear
the new 'Morey's T-shirt' to the beach thinking about the sex with Adriano
and deciding it was hot, but I just don't understand Italian guys so don't
know if he was mocking me or what. He sure was romantic during our sex and
nice afterwards. It was that little turd Fabio that has me second guessing
myself. On the beach we get a big greeting from the moms and their twin
boyfriends, but Junior's missing. Chubby says, "Him and his mom probably
stayed at Sea Isle with their relatives." We tell the moms and the guys
about some parts of our water park experience and hearing Chubby talk and
from what I say, I must have had more fun than I realized at the time. That
happens occasionally where something seems better later than it did while
you were doing it. The same can be said for anticipating something you're
really looking forward to, but in reverse... the anticipation is better
than it turns out to be in reality. Life is weird like that.

Chubby and I swim and body surf, getting each other laughing and acting
goofy doing childish things that bring back memories of the days of our
long lost youth. It's easy to slip back to some childish behavior when
you're with the right person, someone who you can let your guard down
totally with. We wrestle in the water and then Chubby tries hooking me up
with girls who giggle and flirt and lie about having boyfriends. To get him
back I approach guys saying my brother's gay and can they help him out
which gets rude replies and one kid's older brother comes over and tells me
to leave his brother along. He also says I need to take my fag brother to
some other beach. Chubby comes over saying, with a grin, "We're kidding
around, pal, I'm not gay. You can leave it at that, or keep acting like an
asshole and me and my brother here will kick the living shit out of
you. Your choice, Pal," exaggerating the word 'pal'. The guy's fairly big
and probably two or three years older than us. He looks from Chubby to me,
we're both staring at him hard standing shoulder to shoulder. The guy waves
a hand at us and turns away, trying to save face by saying, "Just leave my
brother out of your messing around, alright?" and then he doesn't wait to
see if it's alright with us. He wades in to the beach grabbing his
brother's arm pulling the kid with him as he goes. Chubby chuckles, nodding
at the guy, saying, "He's probably pissed at his brother now for putting
the tough guy in a losing situation." I go, "Yeah, a situation he thought
he could handle until he realized he couldn't." Chubby mutters, "A lot of
that going around. It's surprising how few guys are willing to fight when
it gets right down to it." And like we've done before, we reminisce about
the various fights we've been in growing up. Mostly in middle school, but a
couple in high school too. Chubby and me have never minded a fight when
push comes to shove.  It emboldens you when you know unequivocally your
brother's got your back. We never cared about fair fighting either, we
fight to win no matter what. That philosophy has served us well growing up
together. On the other hand, Chubby and me have never had a fight in our
lives, with each other I mean. We've never come close, and there have been
very few arguments too, not a single one can I even remember, as a matter
of fact. We must have had some, but you couldn't prove it by me.

We wade around in the water waiting to see if the big bad brother will get
up the nerve to challenge us as we watch him talking with another kid
gesturing at the ocean in our general direction, but they leave the beach
instead of coming toward us. Chubby dead pans, "I guess they decided to go
to another beach, maybe the one they wanted you to take your fag brother
to, huh?" I shrug, "Lets take one of our long beach walks and I'll point
out cute guys while you point out cute girls and see if either of us agrees
with the other." As we wade in, Chubby asks, "Could you go over those rules
again?" After telling the moms what we're doing, we trek off through the
sand side by side, bumping against one another every few steps. Instead of
pointing out cuties we point out the opposite pretending we're serious and
we get to acting silly again. We walk down the beach as far as Danny and I
did last night, and I wonder for just a second if I'll see him
tonight. Tired of being silly we walk and talk about stuff like this year's
vacation, past vacations, our summer job, kids we know, the coming semester
at Merrimack and on and on. We can be together without talking for hours
and be perfectly comfortable with that or, like now, do nonstop talking for
hours. It's like old times today for us, so we talk about those days of
jogging in Parker's Park and saving for a car. We do not talk about the
nightmare known as Joel, or the hideousness of the window washer boys
experience, or the revenge we extracted from those who deserved it for
their sins. We also don't talk about getting our asses kicked by the Chavez
brothers, a fight that put Chubby in the hospital, or the gay guys who
earlier this year thought they were going to fuck us when what actually
happened is we stole all their money and left them scared to death for
weeks, scared that they'd be arrested for attempted rape and
kidnapping. Nope, none of that or any of the other near harrowing
experiences we've run into while getting to be twenty years old, we talk
about the good times that outnumbered the bad times a hundred to one or
more.

It's after six when we finally get back to the house, and I hesitantly ask,
"Chubby, um, are you taking Jen out tonight?" He says, "No, I told you
yesterday it's you and me tonight, bro, unless you've got other plans, ah,
with maybe Junior." I go, "No, I have no other plans. I mean, who do I know
here besides Junior, and he's probably still in Sea Isle?" Chubby says,
"Um, I believe you mentioned hooking up with Danny too, and then there was
that guy at the beer party, what was his name?" I mutter, "Look, here's a
note from the moms." The note informs us they've out to dinner with their
guys and we shouldn't wait up for them. That last part was a joke of
course. Then the mom's remind us that tomorrow night's Friday... Chubby's
twentieth birthday dinner.  Yeah, we remembered, but it's also the last
night in Wildwood so it's a mixed bag of good and bad. "Where'd the week
go, Dylan? We just got here it seems." I go, "Lets not dwell on that, and
instead we'll concentrate on having fun tonight." We flip a coin to see who
showers first and Chubby wins. As he strips off his bathing suit in our
bedroom, he says, "Ya know, for the first time ever I may have had more sex
for the week than you, dear brother." I mutter, "I don't doubt it 'cause
you grossly overestimate the amount of sex I have... grossly!" He chuckles,
"Probably not bro, probably not. Sex once a week is usually a good week for
me. Of course I've never run into a girl like Jen before either." He's in a
great mood as he walks naked down the hall to the bathroom. I check my cell
phone for the first time today and there are text messages for me from the
usual suspects, and one from Junior confirming what we speculated. His mom
and him stayed overnight in Sea Isle and they went deep sea fishing
today. He's a good kid, but I'm still thinking maybe Danny and I might hook
up tonight, except it's a Chubby's and me night. Will I be able to say no
to Danny? Hmm, I don't know, but I'll try.

Later, after we're both showered, we have three beers each on the deck
listening to music, smoking cigarettes, and continuing our brother's
conversation about everything. It brings back the days when we did
everything together, totally everything including Chubby's footsie play. I
go, "Tonight you really need to take care of my feet, bro. You've been
neglecting them something terrible here of late." His eyes light up as he
mutters, "Ah, my foot fetish," and I don't believe he's ever called it that
before. He may have, but I don't remember it. I ask, "Is that what it is, a
fetish?" He shrugs, "I guess, do you have a fetish I don't know about?" I
rack up little white lie number 6050 by saying, "Not that I know of," and
then think to myself, 'Hey, that wasn't a lie, I don't know if being
submissive in sex is a fetish or not.' It may be though, so it'll stay at
the 6050 number of little white lies by me. They're all harmless enough.

With the alcohol of three beers each in our blood stream we wander to the
boardwalk for dinner, after which we plan to have a miniature golf
tournament, followed by the thrill rides we haven't been on yet this
year. Minus the beers this has been a duplicate Wildwood day of our
youth. Mac's pizza for dinner and then an hour-long miniature golf match
that doesn't live up to expectations. Chubby goes, "Is it me, or is this
kinda lame?" I say, "It's you, Chubby. I'm beating you by twelve strokes,
which might be why you think it's lame." He grins, "Yeah, that must be it."
We go on three thrill rides and then join a large group of people on a pier
with a live rock band. We're not there five minutes before two girls ask us
to dance. I get the chubby girl that rightfully should be with Chubby...
haha. She's a surprisingly good fast dancer though, so we dance to three
songs in a row. I'm watching Chubby, who's not a good dancer, not that
anyone could convince him of that. It makes me smile because I can tell
he's feeling cool dancing, although he barely moves his feet, mostly just
waves his arms. His dance partner doesn't seem to mind though as she smiles
away. My short, chubby dance partner is serious while she dances... I'd
rather have the smiley one.  After dancing we talk with the girls awhile
and one of them, the chubby one who's name is, Tanya, introduces her
brother, Mickey. Mickey is not a mouse, nor is he chubby or short like his
sister, Mickey is sexy hot! Nothing develops though and after awhile we bid
ado so Chubby and I can go on more thrill rides.  It's a matter of personal
pride we ride them all at least once per summer.

On the way to 'The sea serpent', a type of coaster that goes fifty-five
mile and hour down one hundred-twenty foot drops, almost straight down,
we're adding up how much we've spent on amusement park rides and laugh at
how expensive it's been tonight... amusement rides aren't cheap. Then I
hear, "Dylan, hey Dylan," turning my head I see Danny jogging towards us. I
do the fist slap and one arm hug with him, "Danny, how you been, dude?"  I
introduce him to Chubby, than ask him, "You on the boards alone, Danny?" He
shrugs, "Yeah, I was, um, ya know, looking for you." I go, "Well, ya found
me. Do you wanna go on the Sea Serpent coaster with us?" He goes, "Yeah,
sure, I guess," and then we run into Jen. She's with her sister and another
girl.  She goes, "Well, if it ain't my Wildwood boyfriend, Jeff. You said
you were having a boys night out, and I see that you are,
surprisingly. Kinda thought you might have hooked up with another girl."
Chubby says, "Nope, just my brother and a friend." They talk about
something they did last night as Danny bums a cigarette from me. I take one
too and we smoke sitting on a bench at the ocean side of the boardwalk. He
goes, "Um, we're getting together tonight, aren't we?" I run my fingers
through his crisp haircut, then squeeze the back of his neck and he leans
into me. He's seriously cute and I kiss the side of his forehead enjoying
how he smells. I go, "I'd really love to, Danny, but tonight's a brothers
night on the boardwalk for old times sake. We're doing all the thrill rides
and hanging together tonight. Tomorrow, you and me for sure, I promise." He
says, "Please, Dylan. Just a quickie on the beach. Your brother's talking
to the girls. You could tell him you'll be right back. Please, I'm horny
for you. I'll fuck you real hard and fast. Please." Damn! Temptation's a
bitch and Danny fucks good. I wet my lips as my cock moves in my
shorts. Kissing him again, I take a deep breath and go, "I can't, Danny,"
but it comes out like a whine. He goes, "Yes, you can!" and he takes my
hand as he stands, then says, firmly, "Come on, you're gonna get a damn
good fucking." I yank my hand from his, "Listen to me! I said not tonight!
Are you deaf or just dumb?" He backs off, "Oh, okay, I'm sorry. Tomorrow
though, right?" I nod my head as I calm down, wondering where I got the
willpower to resist. Chubby calls over, "Lets go, bro." I wave, then smile
at Danny, "Sorry I snapped at you, Danny, that's not how I like to be. No
hard feeling?" He goes, "No, of course not," and I ask, "Ya wanna join us?"
He says, "Nah, you make me too horny... haha, and I'm sorry too that I, you
know, acted like an asshole a minute ago." Patting his shoulder, I mutter,
"Tomorrow, Danny. I look forward to it." He grins, muttering, "Wish we
lived near each other." He gives a wave and a smile and drifts off down the
boardwalk. Over the next hour and a half Chubby and I do all the rides we
can take, finally deciding we've overdosed on them, and wander down and off
the boardwalk for home.

At the duplex we have two more beers each, drinking them on the deck,
smoking and reliving our day together. Finally Chubby says, "Well, before
bed I really must take care of my brother's feet." I go, "Absolutely,
Chubby," and he says, "Just so we're on the same page, we're doing just my
foot fetish, right?" I go, "Sure, what else is there?" He chuckles, "You
have your ways of turning it into something that might be construed as
being slightly gay."  I'm shocked, "Whatever do you mean? We never do
anything except what best friends the world has ever known are entitled to
do." He goes, "Oh man, I believe that was my rationalization as a kid when
we shaved each others legs and such back in the day." I mutter, "Yeah, I
believe it was...  heh heh." He ruffles my hair, grinning, "You're
incorrigible." We go into the bedroom where I say, "Let's wear just our
boxer shorts, Chubby, it's more comfortable that way." He makes a face
while shaking his head slightly, "You're really something, bro," but he
goes along with me, adding, "Leave your sneakers on though."  So now I'm
sitting on the bed with only my boxers and sneakers on, and Chubby's
sitting indian style on the floor in front of me. He picks up my sneakered
foot, the left one, as he's saying, "I love me some Dylan feet." Like most
fetishes, this one seems incomprehensibly nutty unless you have the
fetish. That being said, who doesn't like a foot massage? Chubby grins,
saying, "Walking the boards in sweat socks and sneakers all evening, plus
dancing, has probably made your foot a little damp, Dylan." He's untying my
sneaker's laces, and then takes my sneaker off, as he says, "I should have
requested you not wash your feet during your shower. I was going to
initially, but I chickened out for fear my brother would think I'm weird."
I go, "Not at all, Chubby, what could be more normal than this?" He
chuckles as he smells inside my sneaker, muttering, "Faint but pleasant
foot smell," and he takes a deeper smell while grinning up at me. He's so
damn cute. Dropping my sneaker, he pulls off my sock as I wiggle my
toes. The sock gets plaster across his nose for a big inhale by
Chubby. "Mmmm, that's awesome, Dylan," and another big inhale. "Oh, wow!",
he goes, and then he smells it again before draping it over his shoulder
and picking up my bare foot.

Chubby massages my foot, explaining, "You have a wonderful foot smell, but
it's kinda weak. You take too many showers." I go, "Un huh," as he lifts my
foot getting his cute nose flat against the sole and after inhaling through
his nose, he drags his nose from behind my toes to the heel. "Oh okay, I
was wrong, Dylan, what an excellent foot smell. God, it's awesome," as his
other hand gropes his groin. "Mmmmm," he goes, smelling it again. Then more
massaging of my foot, using both hands and digging his thumbs in... it
feels good. He smells my foot some more, then licks the arch before sucking
on the heel. Taking a big breath, he looks up at me, and says, "I've got a
raging boner in my boxer shorts." I go, "Yep, you do, I could tell by the
tent it's made in your shorts." He chuckles, "This is so weird, but so cool
and hot at the same time." I ask, "Wouldn't you like to know what's in your
subconscious mind, you know, the reasons for your foot fetish?" He mutters,
"Maybe not," and puts my toes in his mouth to suck on them as I'm wiggling
them on his warm tongue. Putting down my saliva soaked foot he undoes the
laces of my other sneaker, and when he leaned over to do that his boner
poked through the opening in the front of his boxers. I go, "Hi there," and
Chubby laughs, muttering, "The little fellow wants to see what all the
excitement's about." He takes off my other sneaker and smells it, mumbling,
"Better, this one's a little better 'cause I get more of a foot smell
coming through. Wonder why?" I roll my eyes and chuckle. Sure I chuckle at
Chubby's fetish, but do my dominant sex partners chuckle at me as I grovel
in submissiveness for them? I've heard some snickers from time to time and
a lot of smug looks as well. Guess we're all victims of our obsessions now
and again, but as long as they don't harm us or anyone else, and don't rule
our lives, what the hell... indulge yourself once in awhile.

By the time Chubby's almost through with my right foot, precum is drooling
down from the head of his boner. His cock is slightly longer than Robby's
and presently it's about as hard as a boner can get without splitting
open. The foreskin is completely off the red shiny head and the pretty pale
blue vein running down the shaft looks thin from being stretched. Chubby's
face is flush and he hasn't said anything during his handling and smelling
and licking of the second foot. Now he's holding my foot in both hands
sucking on the big toe. The toe comes out of his mouth with a string of
saliva stretching from Chubby's lips to the the toe. It breaks off his lip
and swings down to stick to the bottom of my foot. Taking a few deep
breaths, Chubby looks up at me rubbing his nose. I say, "Sit up here,
Chubby, and I'll relieve the built-up pressure." He doesn't argue so his
need for orgasm relief must be strong. He sits on the bed next to me and I
lean down to lick his boner. It's like licking a wood dowel it's so
hard. At the same time, the texture of the skin is quite different from
that of a dowel. I put my mouth over it and the head just goes past my gag
reflex area into my throat. Chubby moans as he runs his fingers through my
hair. I'm using my throat muscles to massage the head and my tongue and
lips to work on stimulating the shaft. Mmmm, Chubby's dick is so choice and
tastes so good and he smells so perfect and so familiar it's like a huge
treat for me. Chubby gasps as the head moves from my throat and my tongue
begins licking all around it. Precum flows and Chubby moans and lays back
on the bed. His feet don't reach the floor as he squirms on the bed
now. Sucking and licking, with lots of saliva, creates a slurping sound to
go with Chubby's moaning and squirming. It's not long before Chubby's body
get stiff as he grunts out and his legs come up to sick straight out as cum
pours into my mouth with Chubby flopping around almost pulling his cock
from my mouth. I suck some more and get four additional spurts of cum in my
mouth as I massage his balls gently. I need to swallow twice to get most of
the creamy substance from my mouth. The residual cum I twirl around in my
mouth mixed with saliva as I try to figure out the taste but can't. If I
had to try I'd say I maybe tasted a little beer flavor although that could
be left over from the last two beers I had on the deck a little while ago.

I pull my mouth off his cock and sit up, asking, "All better?" Chubby
groans a few times pulling on his cock, then sits up, mumbling, "That was
awesome, Dylan... really awesome." He appears a little sheepish, like he
tends to be right after the rare times we've done a gay activity
together. Huh, I wonder if he's sheepish after fucking Jen?  The last thing
I want to do is embarrass him so I resist saying anything that could be
misconstrued by Chubby. I'm not sure if he feels ashamed he participated in
this or guilty or what, so I wait for Chubby to say something.  He puts his
dick back in his boxers and says, "Hey, lets have a nightcap before bed." I
go, "Brilliant idea," and we pad into the kitchen for two Rolling Rock
beers and drink them in our underpants on the deck without talking while
sharing a cigarette. After the first cigarette I flick the butt straight as
an arrow right off the edge of the table and it bounces back to land in my
lap. Jumping up, I'm brushing my laps, saying, "Bad cigarette butt, bad
butt!" That makes Chubby laugh and we start talking again and laughing
about some of the antics we pulled in the ocean and during our long walk on
the beach

Finally we call it a night and go inside to do our bathroom routines,
Chubby says, "Wash your feet off in the tub, Dylan, they're covered with my
saliva." I go, "Oh no! I like them covered in your saliva. It feels like
I'm wearing socks to bed." He just shakes his head grinning and when our
teeth are brushed, we've gargled and taken our before bed pees, hands and
faces get washed, and we get in bed with me doing the usual, which is
getting my arms around Chubby, who snuggles in tightly. It was fun sucking
an orgasm out of his boner. I only wish I could have seen his cute face all
scrunched up at the awesomeness of orgasm. Man, orgasms feel so damn
good. No orgasm for me, but I had one this afternoon with Adriano. I kiss
Chubby goodnight on his cheek, then I go, "Wish we lived in Italy where
it's okay for brothers to kiss like Fabio and Adriano do." He goes, "Dream
on, bro," and thinking about Chubby's sheepish behavior after his climax, I
ask, "Down deep inside, do you wish I weren't gay?" He says, "Absolutely
not, Dylan, if you were straight you'd get all the girls, leaving me with
the scraps." I say, "Seriously, Chubby, are you disappointed I turned out
gay?" He goes up on his elbow and I see his face bathed in the moonlight
that's shining in through our window. He looks down on me and says, "I
swear to God I wouldn't change a single thing about you," then he leans
down and kisses me on the lips, afterwards mumbling, "That's to say thank
you for being a perfect brother and perfect best friend for a lifetime."
Sucking on my lips, I go, "I dare you to do that again," and Chubby leans
down smiling and gives me a ten second kiss on the lips, and his lips feel
so perfect on mine my eyes tear-up a little. He's still up on his elbow,
his face again shining with moonlight. I'm staring at him, breathing
through my mouth, almost panting. He looks down on me with a serious
expression on his face. I mumble, "Again," and, up on his elbow, he reaches
over with his other arm to run his fingers through my hair, then cup behind
my head and his lips come down to me for a wet kiss with his tongue going
in my mouth. A French kiss that last quite a while ends with Chubby gasping
as he breaks off the kiss, then says, "Maybe they got it right in Italy
after all." He smiles, kisses my lips again, "Good night, Dylan," and lays
back down. I have my arm over his shoulder, face to face with him, being
careful not to tough him with my boner, as I quietly ask, "Could we ever be
lovers, Chubby? I'd like that more than anything in the world, or if not
lovers, like Dodger and Robby maybe." He smiles, "If I ever have a boy
lover it would only be you, Dylan, now lets get some sleep." I want to ask
for another kiss, but I got more than I ever expected tonight, so I settle
for hugging him, muttering, "Thank you for that, Chubby." I go to sleep
realizing those few kisses from Chubby mean more to me than all the random
sex I've had in Wildwood. And he didn't say no when I asked if we could be
lovers... he didn't say no!

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

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