Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 14:50:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Roth <eighty.eight@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation, Chapter 64

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 64

by Donny Mumford


Around nine o'clock Friday morning I wakeup with a hangover. My stomach's a
little upset and my head aches a little too. Nothing serious and that's
mostly because I only drank a six pack of beer last night, although the
increased smoking accompanying the beers didn't help matters at all.  What
was helpful though is that the six beers and the Marlboro lights were
consumed and smoked during three separate occasions stretched-out over a
long period of time: three beers and cigarettes before dinner, then some
hours later two more on the deck, and the last beer and cigarette after
Chubby's foot fetish activity. And, oh yeah, after I sucked my brother's
cock... that came last. Yep, it was a night to remember alright. Actually a
day and night to remember because it was a throwback day for Chubby and
me. We spent the entire day and night together, mostly just him and me like
it always used to be. I'm laying here in bed with Chubby sleeping next to
me, which is cool, but something's not right. My eyes drift to the window
and I find out what's not right...  there's no sun shining in because it's
raining. Dammit! There are few things worse than a rainy day at the shore,
especially the last full day of vacation.  Might as well go back to sleep,
so I do. The second time I wake up Chubby's no longer in bed, but I still
notice hangover symptoms, and it's still raining so overall it's no better
then it was the first time I woke up. What to do first?  Ah ha! Tylenol, so
I slip out of bed glancing at my wristwatch and see it almost ten-thirty
now. Good, that's eight or nine hours of sleep which will serve me well
later on.

Walking to the kitchen in my boxer shorts I notice that both the moms'
bedroom doors are closed, and the doors were open when Chubby and I went to
bed. It feels good knowing the moms are home safely.  This place is eerily
quiet though as I stand in the middle of the room hearing faintly only the
ambient noise of air from the air conditioner swishing quietly from the
vents, then that stops too. I look out the window at the rain coming down
and then wonder what time the moms got to bed last night. Ha ha, I do not,
however, wonder what they were doing until they got to bed so late because
I think I know what it was, and kids don't like images in their head of
their moms having sex in a motel room. Some of us prefer images of
ourselves having sex in a motel room, with our preferred choice of a cute
sex partner of course.  Hmmm, the Tylenol bottle is open on the counter
next to half a glass of orange juice. Chubby and I shared a brain going for
the Tylenol first thing. I shake out three Tylenol and swallow them with
the half glass of OJ, that's still cold. That tells me Chubby hasn't been
up very long. I meet him in the hallway on my way back to the bedroom and I
grin, saying, "Happy twentieth birthday, Chubby!"  He's all smiles,
exclaiming, "Thank you, Dylan. Awesome day yesterday, bro, brought back
some memories alright." We hug and I kiss his lips without a complaint from
Chubby. In fact, he mumbles, "Thanks," after my kiss. Okay, I've got him
nicely broken in on that, plus there's another major breakthrough in that
Chubby used to be mopey the morning after we've done something slightly gay
together, and he's the exact opposite of mopey this morning. I'm encouraged
by that, but I know not to read more into it than I should. Pressing my
luck hasn't worked out well for me in the past. If I make too big a deal
out of it, Chubby misconstrues it as gloating on my part. I'm not gloating
at all, but I can see his viewpoint so it's best to act blasé as if
nothing extraordinary happened, although yesterday most certainly was
extraordinary and awesome. Chubby has been, is now, and always will be the
most important person in my life and that takes nothing away from my love
for Robby or my mom or anyone else. It has a lot to do with the fact Chubby
and I have been unbelievably close all our lives and I've known and loved
Robby for a mere couple of years. That's a long time for teenagers to be in
love I admit, but it's not our entire lives and it never will be. With
Chubby and me it always will be our entire lives... lives of loving one
another in a devoted friendship the likes of which the world has never seen
before. I ask, "You're hangover isn't bothering you, Chubby?" We both go
into the bedroom as he tells me, "It's not bad, I took some Tylenol. What
are we going to do in the rain today?" I go, "Good question, but before I
get my brain working I need to take a wicked piss, bro."

I do everything I need to in the bathroom and then, back in the bedroom, I
see Chubby's at his computer. He says, "Good news, Dylan, the sun will be
out by noon. I just checked the local weather report." I mumble, "Good
deal," then ask, "How the hell did people function before personal
computers became available?" "Not very well, I imagine," Chubby says, as he
gets dressed. I pick out a sleeveless t-shirt and fresh shorts, and while
putting then on, say, "First order of business is coffee, then
breakfast. Two things that will help us get over our hangovers." He says,
"Yeah, and then we'll kill some time in an arcade probably." I go, "Yeah,
good idea since it's still raining," and we go in the kitchen and make
coffees. Drinking the coffees at the kitchen counter I surf the many cable
channels on the TV stopping at ESPN's Sports Center to see how the Red Sox
are doing. They still aren't doing well at all, so we watch a rerun of
Family Guy, laughing our asses off. Outrageous cartoon! Done our coffees we
put on hats, me the posse boys' hat and Chubby wears my newly acquired
'Morey's Pier at Wildwood NJ' hat because he likes to wear my stuff and I
like to wear his. I'm wearing his shorts right now as a matter of
fact. We're so used to wearing each other's stuff we don't even mention it
anymore. Outside, the rain has mostly let up and now it's more like an
annoying mist. I think about a cigarette after my coffee, but resist the
urge knowing it'll heighten my headache. On the boardwalk the rain hasn't
reduced the traffic all that much. There's still the walkers and gawkers,
bicycle riders, joggers, and here comes a pod of teenage boys in a line
running in unison with the crowds obligingly separating to let them by. I
stare at them and spot a couple of cute boys, but they're too young for me
so I shrug, and ask Chubby, "Do you keep your eyes open for cute chicks
like I do for cute guys?" He says, "I'm not as dedicated to it as you are,
but a cute babe with a big rack on her will catch my eye every now and
then." That's gross, but understandable, and I totally believe Chubby, so
the best I can hope for is that he's bisexual. I know there are people in
the world who are bisexual so it's not like I'm hoping for a freakin'
miracle or anything wildly unlikely.

We eat breakfast in a small shop on the boardwalk that serves breakfast and
lunch only, but on the boardwalk things like hotdogs, cheeseburgers, and
pizza are purchased all day long. It's not like they stop serving after
normal lunch hours. It gets me to wondering how much a place like this
little restaurant makes in a summer and how much the rent is. We ordered a
traditional fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast breakfast and when
the lady serves it, I ask, "Is this restaurant a profitable business
considering how much it must cost to buy or rent it?"  She puts our dishes
in front of us, asking, "You interested in buying it, honey?" I ask, "How'd
you know my name?" She laughs, "Oh, you're frisky this morning, huh? Cutie,
I just work here, I've no idea how profitable this place is. A young tycoon
such as yourself probably has a better idea of that than me." I go, "I'm
just curious, I probably won't buy the place. The food looks real good
though, so....." She smiles, "You're sweet. Enjoy," then she rubs my head,
which isn't real professional I suppose, but I kinda liked her doing
that. When she moves on Chubby says, "That's someone's mom your messing
with, bro." I go, "I wasn't messing with her, I was serious. Her and her
husband very well could own this as a mom and pop business. Wouldn't it be
cool if you and I owned a place like this on the boardwalk?" He smiles, and
says, "My brother's a dreamer... not a bad thing to be I suppose." We over
tip when we're finished our breakfast and then spend too much money at an
arcade accumulating tickets that, when we have enough of them, we can
exchange for a cheesy stuffed animal worth about a dollar. Hard to beat
that deal.

The sun comes out and so do Chubby and I. Out of the money grabbing arcade,
that is. We walk back down the boardwalk with Chubby carrying a stuffed toy
that we combined our winning tickets to get. We think it's suppose to be a
skunk and Chubby wants to get a laugh out of Jen when he gives it to her as
a gag gift. We spent about fifty bucks between us in the arcade before we
won enough tickets to exchange for this piece of crap. Chubby says, "I'm
glad it doesn't rain very often or we'd go broke." I mutter, "Yeah, between
you buying condoms and hanging out in arcades you'd run out of money if it
rained twice." The sun is out, but now it's steamily humid. The only place
to be is on the beach or in air conditioning.
 Back at the duplex we find the moms in bathrobes drinking coffee at the
kitchen counter. They try for a cheerful greeting, but it's obvious they're
forcing it. It's also obvious they're suffering from the same malady that
Chubby and I suffered with this morning. Funny how we tend to beat
ourselves up on vacation so that by the end of it we really need a vacation
to recover from the vacation. Having fun can be exhausting. We talk with
the moms for awhile with none of us learning very much about what the
others have been up to.  That's probably best. Chubby and I are feeling
much better, but to be on the safe side we each take two more Tylenol. In
our bedroom we change out of our shorts and into bathing suits. Checking my
iPhone I see there's a couple of text messages. A really sweet one from
Robby and one from Danny saying he couldn't get someone to switch shifts
with him, and he wants to know if we can get together tonight? I text back
telling him we can, but it'll be later because I've got a birthday dinner
for my brother to attend to first. Danny texts back saying he'll keep in
touch, then he adds, 'My dick is all better. Hope your ass is.' I delete
that just to be safe, and then follow Chubby into the kitchen to say
goodbye to the moms. Their boyfriends rented a boat for the afternoon so
they won't be at the beach today, but we should meet them here at six
o'clock to begin Chubby's birthday celebration. That reminds me I haven't
given any thought to what I'll get Chubby as a birthday gift. This is going
to require some hard thinking, but not now.

We lug our beach chairs to the beach along with the big beach bag filled
with God only knows what. The moms always bring this thing with them and
whatever we've ever needed, from suntan lotion, to first aid stuff, to
beach toys, to beach towels, and more, we've found in this bag.  We don't
feel safe going to the beach without it. Chubby puts his stuffed animal in
the bag along with all the other stuff and off we go. At the beach we take
our sandals off and test the sand. It's not burning hot, and it's already
dry after the morning rain, so we walk barefoot down the wide beach as a
chorus of seagulls serenade us. The waves are rough today as they usually
are after a storm, and they'll be good for body surfing. Junior and his
mother are on the beach along with two other adults and two teenage
girls. They're likely Junior's aunt, uncle, and cousins. Junior comers over
and, acting cute, says, "Hi, Dylan, you owe me some stuff, ya going to pay
up?" I say, "Most likely, Junior," as I admire how cute he is with his pug
nose and pretty blue eyes. He's quite thin, but there's some muscle
definition in the right places. His light brown hair looks very boyish the
way I cut it. I ask, "How are you liking your short haircut?" He grins and
big dimples appear as well as his impossibly white teeth with the little
space between each of the top ones. He goes, "I love it and so does
everyone else. Um, God sent you to me in answer to my prayers, you know, so
can we do, you know?" Chubby's over there being a gentleman saying hello to
Junior's mom explaining our moms won't be down this afternoon. I grin at
Junior, "Yep, we can. When my brother goes off to give this goofy stuffed
animal to his Wildwood girlfriend we can adjourn to my place and you can
put that three and three-quarter inch penis of yours to work." He says, "It
gets bigger when you suck it," and I go, "I'm teasing you, it's an awesome
penis." He leans against me, muttering, "So are you."  I'd like to hug this
kid and give him a big smooch on his cheek. Instead I put my arm across his
shoulder grinning at him as he looks at me grinning, and then slowly rubs
his hand down my chest to my stomach, stopping just above my crotch. He's
still completely uninhabited obviously. I say, "You smell good, Junior, and
you're cute as a button too." He says, "Last time you said I was cuter than
a button," and I go, "You still are," and ruffle my fingers through his
very short hair. He says, "I think I love you," and I'm like, "Everybody
tells me that," and that gets another adorable grin from Junior.

We walk over and I say hello to his mom and get introduced as, "This is
Junior's barber, Dylan," to the relatives.  One of his cousins, I'm
guessing she's about fifteen, says, "You're cute, Dylan," and I say,
"Thanks, so are you," and she is too, she looks a little like
Junior. Chubby, Junior, and I take a swim in the ocean. We stay in about an
hour swimming, body surfing, and goofing around dunking each other. Walking
up to our beach chairs I realize my hangover is history and I'm feeling
good again. Junior uses my beach towel and I use Chubby's to do some
sunbathing and resting on our stomachs while Chubby's sitting in his beach
chair talking on his cell phone to either Gina or Mary Jo. I had a nice
conversation with Robby yesterday, plus I sent him a love letter
email. We're golden although tomorrow night is Robby's date night with
Travis. I'm disappointed he wouldn't cancel it even though it's my first
night back. His family has something going on during the day Sunday and
Robby can't get out of that either, so Sunday night will be our reunion
date. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow night, but Sonny's been on
my mind. Maybe because Junior reminds me somewhat of Sonny. Ha, I just
realized something: Sonny and Junior are similar nicknames, and now that I
think about it I don't know if they're nicknames or not. I look over and
see Junior staring at me, and ask, "What's your real name, Junior?" He
says, "Dennis Patrick Junior, why?" I go, "Just curious, Dennis." He grins
and says, "The only people who call me that are teachers in high school. I
like Junior better." We're laying on our stomachs too close together, but
mister uninhibited, Junior, won't move away so I do, and he giggles moving
over to share my beach towel. Chubby's done his phone call and he's texting
now, muttering, "My brother wins over another one." Then he asks, "Are you
gay too, Junior?" Junior says, "Around Dylan I am, you betcha," and Chubby
chuckles, shaking his head. Then an incoming text signal sounds on Chubby's
iPhone. He reads it, then says, "Dylan, I'm taking that stuffed skunk or
whatever the fuck it is to Jen, I'll see ya later, bro.  Junior, stick with
Dylan and you can't go wrong." He takes off and Junior puts his arm over my
back inching up so his face is right next to mine. I go, "Okay, brat, lets
get something to drink and see what pops up at my place."

Junior calls over to his mom that we're getting drinks and we'll be back in
a little while. I grab my sandals and Junior brings flip flops and across
the beach we go. Junior's bumping into my side every few steps,
accidentally on purpose. At the street we put on our footwear and I get my
arm across Junior's slim shoulders again, and we walk to the duplex like
that. I don't know what it is, but I'm really feeling affection for this
kid.  Maybe it's that he's so open about adoring me. It's just a crush he's
got on me, but it makes me feel good and he's so fucking cute too. Then it
hits me, yeah he makes me think of Sonny, but his facial features are also
similar to Ryan's.  If I put little round eyeglasses on Junior's pug nose
he'd need to constantly be pushing them back in place the same way Ryan
does. I ask him, "Did ya ever think of wearing little round eyeglasses,
Junior?" He puts his arm around my waist and hugs me, asking, "Do you want
me to wear little round eyeglasses? I'll get some if you want me to."
Glancing around and not seeing anyone close by, my arm slips off his
shoulder and goes around his neck to pull his head to mine so I can give
him a five second kiss on the side of his face. Then I say, "You're sweet,
Junior. You smell good and you taste good too." Junior mutters, "Ah, Dylan,
you're giving me a boner. Can I come live with you?" I chuckle and kiss him
again. We go up the steps to the duplex the moms rented, and when I unlock
the door, Junior says, "I'm nervously excited again, Dylan. Being with you
is the most fun I've ever had and I like to have fun so that's really
saying something." I mumble, "Thanks, you're fun too." I want to feel his
whole naked body so in the bedroom, I ask, "What do you think about us
getting naked and doing it in bed this time?" His blue eyes get big and
shiny, "That's a perfect idea, Dylan," and he drops his bathing suit to the
floor and pulls his t-shirt over his head. His cock is already hard, and
tight up against his belly. I get naked and wrap him in my arms for a sweet
kiss on the lips, then my tongue goes in his mouth and he melts against me
moaning, "Oooooh, mmmm," as his hips hump gently against my thigh near my
crotch. He's shorter than me so his groin is lower than mine, obviously.

We get into a hot make-out and Junior finally gets his tongue in my mouth
so I suck on it and he humps his hips hard, gasping into my mouth. Another
hump and as a hissing sound escapes his mouth he climaxes against my thigh,
then another spurt as Sonny's head lays against my chest with his clutching
me and moaning, "Mmmmm, ooooh my God, mmmm."  We sway together and then I
lead him to the bed and we get under the covers where Junior wraps his body
to mine spreading his cream spunk further up my thigh. The top of his head
is right under my nose and I enjoy his boyish scent until he quietly says,
"I'm so embarrassed, but I couldn't help cuming, and it felt
fabulous. There's still buzzing in my groin, oh my God, that was so fucking
awesome." I kiss his forehead, mumbling, "Your eighteen year old pecker has
a mind of it's own, Junior, and so does my twenty year old one.  Don't
worry about it." He lifts his head to look in my eyes, asking, "Can I still
fuck you?" and I'm like, "I don't know, can you?" He's real serious, "I can
get a damn good boner twenty minutes after I jerk off, sometimes I can jerk
off three times in an hour." I go, "Jesus, have you mentioned this to the
Guinness Book Of World Records people?" He's like, "Huh?" so I chuckle,
adding, "Climaxing three times in an hour would have seemed impossible to
me, except I believe you. Very few people would be able to do that." Still
serious, he goes, "It's not like I get a ton of cum each time, but the
climax sensations are there each time. Oh man, I love jerking off and from
now on who do ya think I'll picture in my mind while pulling my pecker?" I
go, "One of your cousins?" He laughs, "No, you of course." We squirm our
bodies together sort of wrestling. There's great bodily contact involved
with wrestling, and it makes me think of all the wrestling Chubby and I did
as kids.  Yeah, and back then we'd both get boners too, but I didn't think
anything of it at the time. Hell, I didn't know I was gay until fat Carl
showed me I was when I was seventeen. Hmmm, that was quite something at the
time

Chubby and me aren't the only ones who get boners while wrestling, Junior
and I do too. I get him on his back, pull the covers back, and with my hand
at the base of his cock, putting slight pressure on his nuts, I suck his
cock into my mouth. Cum from his first orgasm is mostly dried on his cock
by now so I suck and lick that off his dick while Junior runs his fingers
through my hair, squirms on the bed, and moans, "Ooooh, aah, aah, mmmm,
ooh." Great little cock for sucking and licking and I go at it hungrily and
sucking his cock gives me a harder boner between my legs, one that's
quivers in it's tightness. Taking his cock out I suck both his nuts into my
mouth and hum on them as Junior's back arches and he moans and squirms on
the mattress. Then my mouth is back on his hard cockette and he makes a
desperate gasp, "I'm going to cum!" I lick the hard head of his boner until
his hips buck and Junior grunts, "Aaaah, uuum," as he fires a thin stream
of cum off the back of my throat. I'm figuring I'll test the three orgasms
in an hour premise, just to see if he can do it. Sweet tasting spunk, like
cotton candy almost, and more of it than I expected for a second orgasm
that's happened so soon after the first. The kid's a freak of nature, the
lucky bastard... haha. He's laying limply on the bed moaning quietly as I
clean his cock and then lick some dried cum I missed from his first climax
around his balls, and getting a few pubic hairs in my mouth in the
process. After picking the pubic hair out, I ask, "Have you been eating a
lot of sweets, Junior?" He grins, "Yeah, I've got a sweet tooth alright. I
ate a pound of fudge last night over Sea Isle City, as a matter of fact." I
ask, "How 'bout cotton candy?" and he shakes his head, "Nah, I'm not a
fan. It's too sticky." I go, "Humph, no cotton candy huh?" He asks why and
I tell him his spunk taste like cotton candy. We talk for quite awhile
about various things with Junior's face always close to mine and as he
talks his sweet breath blows gently off my face. I stare at his pink mouth
that's so inviting with those super white teeth of his. He looks so clean
and new and eatable. I take a nip on his neck and then suck a cute hickey
where his right shoulder meets his neck. He gets to squirming like crazy
now, rubbing his body against mine and I'm getting pretty fuckin' randy
from his scent, feel, and taste. The truth is, for a variety of reasons,
I'm really captivated by him this morning. Done his hickey I kiss him and
we make out for awhile. Then I move him off of me to take a break and catch
my breath, but he giggles and gets his arms around me with half his naked
body on top of mine again. His face is above mine as he says, "I'm a
romanic and you're like the perfect lover in my fantasies, and make no
mistake about it, I've been fantasizing and praying for someone like you to
sweep me off my feet for years. I'm a horny boy and you need to take me
away to live happily ever after." Jesus, uninhibited doesn't fully explain
this kid. I mutter, "That's sweet, Junior, but...  um, don't you feel, ah,
maybe a little goofy saying that to me? I mean, you can think it I guess,
but saying it is, you know, a tad weird don't you think?" He goes, "No, I
don't," and he hugs around my neck with the side of his face against mine
as the rest of his body wiggling up on top on me again. He does little
humps of his groin against me, muttering, "I'll be like your sex toy and my
main responsibility will be to wait on you and give you sexual pleasure."
His humping never stops and I feel my cock getting hard again. Plus, his
body feels so good on mine and he smells so boyishly sexy it's driving me
batty with desire.

His lips find mine and now I'm embracing him and doing a little humping of
my own. Junior is getting me sexy hot as our tongues duel and he squirms on
me. Spreading his legs with mine, I reach down and put my hard cock's head
at his anus, mumbling, "Lean back a little, Junior." His head comes up and
I see the flush under his tan as he shimmies down a bit and my cock splits
the lips of his asshole. He goes, "Oh! Aaah, ooh," and lifts up a little
more exerting pressure against the head of my boner and it slides tightly
up his ass maybe two inches. Junior's head goes back as he sits up some
more while I hump my hips at the same time and most of my cock is now up
his ass. We both go, "Aaaaah, fuuuuck, ooh," and Junior lifts his torso
completely upright and sits on my thighs completely impaled on my six inch
boner that throbs and sizzles tightly encased in Junior's virgin rectum. He
takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his pretty blue eyes half
closed, then he opens them and looks into my eyes, shaking his head
slightly, muttering, "It's perfect, absolutely perfect and feels just like
I dreamed it would." I swallow noisily trying to think of the last time I
fucked somebody. Was it in Key West? I say, "Lean forward a little," and
when he does my hips move and I begin fucking Junior, just a few thrusts to
start. His eyelids flutter as he lays on my chest and my hips begin a
steady humping with my boner sliding tightly back and forth in his
asshole. My arms go around him and I fuck him hard and steadily with my
hips seemingly taking on a life of their own. It's awesome as Junior moans
now with each penetration. An awkward way to fuck, but with his forehead
next to my chin I'm getting his scent and the feel of his body against mine
as my hips drive my cock up his tight rectum time after time. The lips of
his anus seem to be squeezing the shaft of my boner and there's a sexy
buzzing all around my groin getting my shoulders to shudder. Kissing the
side of his forehead I pick up the speed of thrusting and my orgasm is
coming on me fast now. I'm crazy about this sexy kid, who shares my
birthday!

Junior is moaning constantly, and his short hairs tickle my cheek as I hug
him against me. Maybe a mere three minutes of constant fucking and Junior
squeals, humping his small hard cock against my belly and squirts out a
splat of watery cum. It's warm and wet like a splash of spit, that's
slippery between us. Using more will power than I thought I had, I pull my
cock out of him as Junior moans, "Noooo." Rustling out from under him, I
get down between his legs. He holds his ass off the bed a little, sorta
pointing it at me and I plug my boner back up his ass with both of us
going, "Mmmm, ooh, um," and start fucking him like crazy. Shortly there are
dots like stars in front of my eyes as I grunt and slam against him
muffling my squeal the best I can while pumping lots of spunk up his ass.
Sexually hot from my climax I hump like a dog against his firm bubble butt
cheeks. I'm dizzy with sensation wildly thrusting my cock in him with
saliva drooling down my chin and my cum squishing in his rectum. Sexual
sensations seem to explode from my groin flying outwards as my whole body
shakes. Then I lay on Junior's back and keep thrusting my cock inside his
squishy ass until finally I just stop and lay on him without moving... my
heart pounds and my chest heaves against his back. Neither of us says
anything while we're catching our breath, then Junior takes a deep breath,
and mutters, "Do it again, Dylan." I bark out a laugh, then say, "You're
the rare one who can climax three times in an hour, Junior, not me." I roll
off him feeling really satisfied and thinking that I need to top more
during sex. Junior's consistently Junior, he scrambles on top of me, body
to body again, giggling as he does it. Residual spunk from his third climax
squishes against my stomach as I give him a hug, mumbling, "You're fucking
awesome, Dennis." He says, "We're perfect for each other so adopt me or
something."  Chuckling, I go, "You're giving me a big head, Junior."

We wrestle around a little, then I go, "Let's take a shower," and he says,
"Bathe me again, Dylan. You need to take care of your boy because I belong
to you now." In the shower together I shampoo his hair and wash his body
using only bath gel and my hands. You know what... it's a damn good thing
we don't live near each other or I might take him up on his offer to be my
'boy'. I'd treat him like a little prince and before you know it this cute
kid would have me eating out of his hand instead of the other way
around. It's funny how there are just some guys I meet who seemingly I
relate to on a whole different dimension, the fourth dimension or, I don't
know, they're just special somehow. Junior's so uninhibited about what he
wants and humbles himself while ingratiating himself to me it's hard not to
take a huge liking to him, especially because he's so cute and sexually
attractive and motivated for sex. Junior wants to wash me now so he does
the same things to me I did to him, including extra attention cleaning my
ass and privates. He asks, "Would you shave my pubes so I can be like you?
And you know, you should get a dog collar for your boy too." Oh brother,
I've been there before, but on the other end of the leash. I mutter, "We
can probably do without the dog collar, Junior, your mom might take it the
wrong way." After the shower we dry each other and I tell him to use my
cell phone to text his mom that we're playing a computer game or something.
"We've been gone over an hour and a half. Junior." He goes, "Okay, but this
was the best hour and a half of my whole life by a million miles, and I'm
damn serious about that too." He texts him mom and she answers with,
'Thanks, Junior, I was getting worried you guys got lost'.

He insist I shave his pubes so I buzz them first with the trimmers and then
wet them and spread shaving cream all around his groin, then use a safety
razor to shave him smooth as a baby's ass, smooth as Junior's ass too
because he doesn't have a hair on his ass either. Nice! After rinsing and
drying his groin I suck on his cock while he plays with my hair and my
young sex fiend friend springs another boner. I'm referring to Junior, not
me. I suck and lick his boner as I'm playing with his nuts and he starts
humping his hips groaning, but even he can't work up a forth orgasm so we
give up and get dressed. We leave the duplex as two sexually satisfied
dudes. I buy seven cold Cokes and a cheap little Styrofoam cooler with ice
to keep the sodas cold and Junior carries it to the beach for his mom and
relatives. We drink our Cokes as we walk. Junior says, "Your cock fit my
ass awesomely. I never felt anything so sexily hot." I go, "I'm almost
always a bottom, but you're such a sex pot I got carried away. You gotta
find a sex buddy at home, Junior, because what you got to offer is a lot."
He asks, "Even with my short rod?" I go, "Hell, yeah! If we lived near each
other we'd be fucking constantly, especially with your prodigious
boner/orgasm ability. You'd be fucking me three times an hour. My ass would
be grass and your boner my lawnmower."  He laughs, "Boy, that'd be great!
Maybe I'd buy a dog collar for you." I mutter, "Probably, you would,
yeah. I'd probably end up being your sex toy." He says, "I'd treat you
good, but when you're bad you will be disciplined because that's how they
do it." I go, "Un huh," but my dick feels squirmy just thinking about
it. Junior not only looks like Sonny, he has some of Sonny's ideas.

His relatives on the beach are all thrilled about the ice cold Cokes, and
we get accolades aplenty. Nice family. Junior and I want a swim and as
we're wading into the ocean, he says, "My shaved groin feels as cool as it
looks and my dick looks a little bigger too, didn't ya think?" I go,
"Absolutely!" Actually it did look a little bigger and I wouldn't mind
feeling it up my ass again later this afternoon. I can almost guarantee
it'll be up my ass too. Great way to pass the last day of vacation. We swim
to cool off for about fifteen minutes, then I tell Junior, "I need to buy a
birthday present for my brother. Do you want to come with me?" He says,
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" and I go, "What about the bears in a zoo?"
and he's like, "Well, they shit in a zoo obviously." He's too much. I grin,
then we tell his mom our plans and I ask her to tell Chubby to wait for us
so we can have lunch with him, but don't tell him what we're doing
now. We're off through the sand carrying our t-shirts, and sandals for me,
flip flops for Junior. I have no idea what to get Chubby so Junior and I
try thinking about that, throwing suggestions out to one another until we
get to the boardwalk, still without a great idea.

We walk the boards coming upon the Boardwalk Mall. Inside Junior points out
a sign for jewelry and I wander in and almost immediately spot something
among men's jewelry that peeks my interest. It's an upscale necklace of dog
tags on sale from $129.99 to $99.99. A twenty-two inch chain with two dog
tags. The necklace is stainless steel and black carbon fiber. I ask the
sales clerk behind the counter if they do engraving while we wait, and he
asks what I want engraved on the tags. Hmmm, what indeed? I decide on
Chubby's name, Jeffrey Chubby Romero, and his date of birth on one tag. On
one side of the other tag, 'There's no other love like the love for a
brother' and on the other side, 'There's no other love like the lovefrom a
brother' then 'Love, Dylan'. I had to swallow hard, choked up by the deeply
felt sentiment and amazed I'd come up with it. The man says, "That'll take
awhile and cost an extra twenty-five dollars." I shrug thinking, 'Easy
come, easy go... there goes my birthday money, but I tell the guy to go
ahead.  There's tax too, so I give him one of the debit cards I got
Wednesday for my birthday and pay off the rest in cash from the money from
the mom's boyfriends gave me. I'm still ahead of the game and I feel great
about my gift for Chubby.  It'll be ready in an hour and the guy will gift
wrap it for me. Junior and I find a section of the mall that sells cards
and after ten minutes of reading birthday cards for brothers, I pick one as
mushy as the one Chubby bought for me. I'm feeling great as we walk back
through the sand to our chairs. Most of the way I've had my arm around
Junior's neck giving him little kisses in front of all the people on the
beach. He says, "I've got another boner, Dylan," and he does too, it's
poking out his swimsuit and I give a quick thought to making a detour to
the duplex, but glance up and in the distance see the group of Junior's
relatives, and Chubby's back too. So we'll save Junior's boner for later. I
also reluctantly let go of Junior although he walks closer to me than even
Ryan does. Maybe I will buy Junior some little round clear eyeglasses after
all.

Chubby and I bump fist and do a one arm hug, then Chubby goes, "I'm
starving. Let's get some lunch." Junior's uncle offers us pizzas from the
two big pizzas he got for his family, but they're wouldn't be enough to go
around so we politely decline and trudge off for the boardwalk again. We
can't resist Mac's pizza so we buy a extra large one and a small one and
the three of us eat both, drinking birch beer and laughing at Chubby's
description of him giving Jen the stuffed animal and her reaction. Chubby
makes everything funny. After lunch we go to the mall and I pick up
Chubby's birthday gift. As we walk back he tries to guess what it is and
necklace is one of his guesses, but I neither confirm nor deny any of his
guesses. Making sure the package is hidden in the miscellaneous beach bag,
I join Chubby and Junior for another goof-off in the ocean dunking each
other and surfing the rough waves. The three of us go for a walking and
gawking tour up the beach and about three beaches over we run into Jen, her
sister, and three other kids they know. We talk with them a bit as they put
up a volley ball net.  I really don't feel like hanging with these guys and
girls, but they have uneven sides so Chubby stays to play and Junior and I
continue our walk. A block away from the volley ball game I put my arm
around Junior's neck again and he puts his arm around my waist. We walk
under a pier and make out behind a jetty. My hand's down the front of his
bathing suit feeling his impossibly hard cock and smearing his precum
around his shaved groin. He grunts and says, "I almost had a climax, Dylan,
pull down your bathing suit and I'll fuck you." I go, "Not here! Are you
nuts?" He's humping his groin against my thigh. It's good being around
Junior because, compared to him, I'm not oversexed at all. I ask him, "How
many times a day do you jerk off normally?" He goes, "During the summer
about eight times a day, but when I'm at school I need to cut it down a
little. One or two times in the morning before I catch the school bus and
then once or twice in the bathroom again as soon as I get home from
school. I can usually hold off while hanging with my friends because they
take my mind off it, but then I'll jerk off once in the shower before bed
and always, every night, before I go to sleep."  He's seriously and
innocently telling me this. He adds, "I've been on line and read that
experts indicate masturbating frequency varies greatly with the
individual. I'm probably above average, but that's just a guess. Can we go
to your house now and do it?" He's serious so why burst his bubble. And we
thought Dodger was jerking off too much, which reminds me of something.
"Um, Junior, doesn't your dick get sore with all that pulling on it you
do?" He shrugs, "No, what do you mean anyway?" I mutter, "Never mind," he's
a lucky freak of nature, pure and simple.

Inside the duplex we don't even make it to my room. I want to eat Junior up
with a spoon. He asks me if I'm going to suck his cock first so I grab his
junk in my fist and squeeze it gently as he wraps his arms around me and I
lick his face like a cat, little fast licks because he's so yummy. I've got
this wicked thing about him and I think it's the combination of the factors
I mentioned earlier, but it's him too... his small body, including his
privates, his scent and his unabashed crush on me. He's just so cool and
without a phony bone in his body. He's really like this. Maintaining my
fistful of his crotch I cup behind his head and kiss him with my tongue
going in his mouth and Junior's already moaning and rubbing his body
against me. That's another reason he's got me going nuts, he's so easily
sexually aroused, it's like from the first caress or kiss. He's standing on
one leg now with his other bare leg wrapped around my legs. It's like he
wants to climb inside my skin. When I feel his boner, that he can pop up
quicker than anyone I've ever known, I pull his swimsuit down to his thighs
and get on my knees.  Hunching down a little I take his cock and his balls
into my mouth, all at the same time. Okay, it's a mouthful alright, and my
nose is squished against his newly shaved groin and I'm smelling the real
Junior and it's excellent. Not like a scent I recall anyone else having. I
suck on his masculine parts savoring the way he tastes. His cock drools
precum so I take everything out of my mouth and lick all around his groin
and up to his belly button. Junior is pressing his groin and stomach
against my face as he hugs me around my head and moans like a animal in
heat. Jesus, he's one sexy hottie alright. Wanting to lick him more, but
I'm afraid he'll have another early ejaculation, so I pry his arms from
around me and he puts his other foot back on the floor, asking, "What?" as
I pull my trunks down and turn around bending my knees so he can reach my
ass. He doesn't miss a beat, Junior plugs his boner right up my ass with
his arms around my belly and squeezes us as tight together as is humanly
possible. Thirty seconds of that and it feels amazingly good, especially
considering the size of his cock. No pain to speak of, just a nice
comfortable filled-up feeling back there.

Junior's got his chest and the side of his face against my back doing his
hugging thing and then his amazing hips get moving and he fucks me good. My
cock is really hard and everything is feeling awesome, but two minutes of
sexy sensation in my anus and rectum, the head of his cock sliding over my
prostate every trip in and back, stimulating the shit out of it, getting it
pulsating with scintillating vibes. Then Junior grunts, then announces,
"I'm cuming!" One more hard hump against my buttocks, then leaving his cock
inside me he makes whining sounds as he shoots his spunk up my ass.  I'm
not near climaxing yet. Junior's moaning softly now, clutching me like I'm
his life preserver in the middle of the ocean and then his hips get moving
again. I guess he's going for a two-bagger. Good for him. Now he's fucking
me in a glob of cum and the friction's excellent. I feel drools of cum on
my butt cheeks and his thrusting pushes some out with each drive up my
rectum. He'll be able to go longer now that he's had an orgasm, and he
obviously loves fucking, his latest most favorite thing to do I would
think. Junior is tenacious too, really giving my ass a workout and my
orgasms is building now as I tighten my ass muscles to try strangling his
boner. I'm feeling it now and it's tempting to start stroking myself, but I
resist the urge as Junior starts in with sounds of desperation like he made
before his last climax. Then I realize I'm making some desperate sounds
myself and it's really on me now, shoulder shudder and all, as I hump my
hips and squealing as a long string of cum fires from my boner. It shoots
straight up my chest with spray splattering under my chin.  Junior
screeches and cums again as I'm firing off short spurts, shaking and
gasping from the fantastic feeling all around my groin and in my
ass. Junior's muttering something, still clutching me tight against his
body and still moving his hips. My senses are clearing as I take a big
breath feeling good, and realizing that size kind of does matter when huge
climaxes are desired. I desire huge climaxes, but I'd never turn down this
kind of climax either. I like it, and maybe knowing how hot Junior gets has
a little to do with that.  He's still fucking me and I wonder when the
Energizer Bunny is going to run out of energy, and then Junior finally
does. Letting go of me he backs up three steps, then sits on the floor
breathing hard and, what else, he pulls absently on his pud looking dazed.

I gotta chuckle at what a hot little sex machine this kid is. He's gonna
have lots of sexy fun for years to come. I go, "Great fuck, Junior, you
really rock." He looks at me, then asks, "Are you just saying that so you
don't hurt my feelings, or do you really mean it?" I walk over and rub his
head, "I really mean it. Come on, lets get cleaned-up a little." Mister
uninhibited takes his swimsuit the rest of the way off and follows me into
the bathroom carrying it. I get a clean washcloth, wet it with warm water
and clean his dick and ball and all around the area. Then dry him and he
cleans my ass with the same washcloth, saying, "Could ya bend over, Dylan,
so I can get your asshole a little better." As soon as I bend forward he
plugs his cock up my ass again giggling and holding me around the waist as
his hips hammers his cock up my ass. It strikes me as so funny, but it
feels good too. Junior only keeps it up for a minute. He pulls out
muttering, "You're no fun. Your suppose to get irritated that I won't stop
fucking you." I say, "Hell, you got the wrong sex partner if that's what
you're looking for. I'm a well know fan of fucking." He goes, "Me too,
thanks to you." We get cleaned up again and head down the steps of the
duplex on our way back to the beach. I say, "Great day, buddy. Fun and
sexy, dude!" He says, "I'm going to really miss you, Dylan," and I hug his
shoulders, "Yep, me too, Junior."

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

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