Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 14:55:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Roth <eighty.eight@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 65

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 65

by Donny Mumford


Junior and I are back on the beach sitting in Chubby's and my beach chairs
commenting on the people walking by and
 acting silly. I for one am feeling good and nicely sexually satisfied, but
Junior is probably horny again. His sex drive makes mine seem modest. How
about a three-way with hottie Ryan, Junior, and me? That'd be awesome! I
think of Robby's and my sex together mostly as lover's sex anymore, and
while that's my favorite kind of sex it's not necessarily always ashot as
extemporaneous sex that just happens when two hotties explode with sexual
heat and go at it like wild things. No love involved, of course, and very
little commitment... it's sex for sex's sake pure and simple. I've got to
somehow get my fill of that so I can eventually settle down with Robby, but
the time's just not right. We both know it's not too, so we're cool. Chubby
walks across the sand and rejoins us. He just finished the volley ball game
he had with Jen's crowd. As soon as I get up to greet Chubby with a fist
bump, Junior, the muppet, giggling, leaves Chubby's beach chair and sits in
mine. Chubby sits down in his chair and as the muppet grins at me from my
chair, I give him an exasperated look, then plop down on my beach
blanket. Chubby goes, "It's hard to believe this is our last day on the
beach." I shrug, "It went by awfully fast, I agree, but we're on the beach
now and we should enjoy that.  Live in the moment, dear brother, and don't
fret about tomorrow until tomorrow." Chubby mutters, "Words to live by,"
and Junior says, "I'll probably cry when you leave, Dylan. I'll miss you
too, Chubby, but probably not cry over it. I'll be here all next week too,
and it's going to seem lonely and boring for me without Dylan." Hmmm, maybe
I should introduce Danny and Junior. I'll think about that before I do
anything rash.  Danny might be too rough for the muppet, and I don't know
why I'm all of a sudden referring to junior as 'muppet'. It just fits
somehow. Actually, I'd like to pack Junior in my suitcase and bring him
home with me.

Chubby wants a swim to cool off after playing volley ball so the three of
us head for the ocean and stay in it for quite awhile swimming, body
surfing, and messing around with each other. Junior and me are doing a lot
of goosing, front and rear goosing to be specific. I'm not doing it with
Chubby because he might think it's a continuation of our slightly gay
activity last night. Experience has shown me it's not a good idea, as far
as Chubby's psyche goes, to discuss or suggest anything slightly gay the
next day. He's talking up a chick at the moment anyway. She's got a pretty
face, but her boobs are a bit conservative, size-wise, so I'm surprised
Chubby's interested. What's the fascination guys have with those mushy
mammary glands anyway? Okay, now Junior's got his hand inside my bathing
suit and he's got a fistful of my nuts. "Junior, you muppet, don't do
anything you'll be sorry for." He goes, "Give me a kiss or I'll squeeze
some nut juice out of your balls." I'm like, "Not here, Junior," and he's
like, "Why the hell not? We don't know these people." He tightens his hold
on my scrotum, and I go, "One of your relatives might see us. Use your
head, for God sakes!" He's giggling again, looking freakin' cute as hell,
"I don't care if they see you kiss me. I promise to let go of your balls
after one kiss from you." I shake my head, then ask, "How can you be so
uninhibited? What the fuck's wrong with you?" He frowns, "Don't be mean,
Dylan, that's not like you." He pulls on my scrotum as he wades in the
ocean and I naturally follow, saying, "I'm not being mean, you've got me by
my balls. Am I suppose to like it?" He says, "Yes, and you do like it
too. Give the muppet a kiss." I get my arm around his shoulders like I'm
going to get him in a headlock and do a fast kiss on his lips."  True to
his words he lets go of my balls, and after grasping my cock for a second,
he pulls his hand out, mumbling, "Good, you did what I told you.  See, I'm
training you to be my boy, my personal sex toy." He's kidding, but hearing
that makes my dick feel funny. It's a silly fantasy, but being bossed
around by muppet boy would be some good sexy fun alright, except I don't
think he can pull it off like Sonny. Just to entertain myself I ask him,
"Can you give awesome haircuts with just scissors and comb?" He chuckles,
"Why, do you want me to give you a haircut?" Again he's kidding, but again
my dick stirs in my swim trunks. He runs his fingers through my hair,
muttering, "You have pretty hair, ya know. You should let it grow more."
Yeah, I should although various boyfriends of mine have been cutting my
hair the way they want it for like two or three years now. Willie didn't
cut it, but he took me to the barbers and, like I was seven years old, told
the barber how he wanted my hair cut, so it's almost the same thing.

After goosing my ass again, Sonny swims away and I go after him trying to
get ahold of his nuts, but he's as allusive as an eel.  I finally catch him
and get my arm around the front of his neck pulling his back against my
chest. The top of his hot butt reaches the bottom of my nuts and his body
pressing against mine gets me a little horny. He leans back against me, not
struggling at all. He says, "Can we do it again, Dylan?  Please." Damn,
just a little while ago I said I was sexually satisfied, but now I'm
not. It's Junior, he gets me aroused. My arm is around his neck and my
other arm goes around his waist pulling him tightly against me as I lean my
head down to kiss the side of his face, then his neck just under his jaw.
His body seems so hot to me. I rub my nose through his hair and just love
how he smells. Damn, I wish he lived closer to me. Junior's similar,
facially, to both Ryan and Sonny, plus his own special appeal, like the
boyish way he smells and acts, and his unabashed crush on me, make him
pretty much irresistible. I can see why Robby fell for Ryan because the way
Junior acts toward me is how Ryan was towards Robby initially. I ask
Junior, "Can you think of an excuse we could use to leave the beach yet
again? One where Chubby won't want to joins us." He asks, "So you will do
it again with me?" I say, "Yes, if we can think of something believable
that we need to leave the beach for." He mumbles, "I love being held like
this by you. I've got a roaring boner poking painfully against my
swimsuit." I kiss him again pretending I'm a vampire biting his throat and
realize I have a boner too. Mine is sideways in my trunks though, not
poking straight out like Junior said his is. Dragging my hand down his
belly I feel his boner and it indeed is poking out the front of his boardie
swimwear. My hand easily goes past his slim hips inside the waistband of
his swimsuit. I pull his swimsuit down below his balls and feel his bare
ass against my leg, with my boner aganist the small of his back. I stroke
his short boner using two fingers and my thumb as Junior moans quietly. The
water's up to his chest so I can stroke his cock unseen. This part of the
Atlantic ocean isn't clear like the water in Key West. It has a dark
appearance and I don't know why that is. Sonny begins squirming against me,
but not trying to get away at all. His head lays back on my shoulder and
soon I feel him begin humping his hips along with me stroking his hard
cock. He's biting his bottom lip, grunting quietly. Then he pushes his back
against my chest hard while humping his hips and he climaxes, gasping and
moaning as his sperm joins the ocean waters, and then some more spunk
follows. Junior's limp against me now, and as docile as a little kid
sleeping in his parent's arms.

Pulling his swimsuit up for him, I then let go of him, and mutter, "That
should hold you for awhile, muppet." Yeah, for maybe twenty minutes, but
now I'm randy as hell myself. Junior turns around clutching my body, the
side of his forehead against the side of my jaw. "I love you, Dylan," he
mutters almost too low to hear. I pat his back, saying almost as quietly,
"It's only a passing crush, Junior, just like the one I have for you. We'll
get over our crushes soon enough." Now I'm positive I'm not introducing
Junior to Danny. He's a good kid, and about the same age as Junior, but too
experienced for Junior and he might take advantage of him. Come to think of
it, I don't know if it's possible to take advantage of Junior as he
basically has an insatiable sexual appetite. Still, I'm not matching them
up because Danny is as youthfully reckless as Junior is about sex and they
might get caught doing it in broad daylight on the boardwalk. Chubby swims
over, asking, "You two having fun? You gay guys have it made, you're
playmates doubling as sex partners saving the time necessary when straight
people are involved in those two activities." I go, "Junior and I have
crushes on each other, Chubby," and Junior says, "Dylan has a crush on me,
but I'm in love with him." Chubby laughs, "I'm jealous, nobody loves me and
every gay boy within six states is in loves with my brother." I mutter,
"It's my winning personality." Damn, I could hug with this kid all day, but
everything eventually must come to an end so we three go back to body
surfing and when tired of that we ride a wave into shore, then wander up
the beach to our chairs. When we're close, Junior runs to beat me to my
beach chair. I walk up, much too mature to race him to the chair. When I
get there, I say, "You didn't need to run, muppet, I intended laying on the
beach towel anyway." As soon as I lay down, Junior hops up out of the chair
and flops down next to me as I chuckle while jumping up and reclaiming my
chair, shouting, "Sucker!" Mature, my ass.

Junior pouts, and how immature is that? I say, "If you want an effective
pout, muppet, frown more and get that half grin off your lips." Chubby
says, "Dylan could give a full lecture about pouting properly, Junior, so
listen to his constructive pouting criticism." A full grin breaks out on
Junior's face, as he says, "I'll just sit on your lap, Dylan." It's not
always easy being worshipped. He sits on my lap and I try calling his bluff
by putting my arms around him like he's a five year old, but mister
uninhibited nestles in against me, laying his head back on my shoulder,
mumbling, "Oh man, this is so sweet." Chubby laughs, "Jesus, you two put on
a hell of a show.  You keep showing Dylan how wonderful you think he is
you're gonna give him a swollen head, Junior." Junior says, "I hope so,"
and Chubby mutters, "His other head, Junior." Junior chuckles and wiggles
his ass on my lap. I glance down to where his relative are sitting, but
they're not paying us any attention. Junior says, "Um, I'm starting to feel
like I need to go to the bathroom." Chubby mutters, "Take a pee in the
ocean." Junior shakes his head, "Un uh, it's number two I need to do." I
mutter, "Well go to your place and take a crap then. We'll be here when you
get back, and don't forget to wash your hands after wiping your ass. Can
you wipe your ass all by yourself?" He says, "Yes, I'm a big boy now," then
he asks, "Can I use your bathroom? Our place is a block and a half further
away and I don't know if I'll make it." Hmmm, this may be a ruse to get the
muppet boy and me in the duplex alone again and I'm up for that. I feign
irritation, "Oh fer chrissakes, Junior, you're more trouble than a toddler
on the beach." He goes, "Please," and Chubby's like, "He's your playmate,
bro, so, ya know..." I mutter, "Oh, alright. Get off my lap, Junior, and
I'll come with you to let you in." Chubby's like, "Yeah, we wouldn't want
Junior nosing around in our stuff, would we? Just give him the damn key,
Dylan." I go, "Nah, I'll feel better knowing he's not getting into any
mischief. Kids need adult supervision." Junior's standing now so I get up,
and sounding resigned, mumble, "Okay, Junior, lets get this over with."
Chubby asks, "Could ya bring back some cold drinks, bro? I'm really
thirsty." I say, "Definitely, Chubby. We won't be long." As we walk up the
beach I wonder if Chubby suspects what Junior and I are up to. If he did
though, he'd have made some kind of wisecrack and he didn't, so I don't
think he suspects. Maybe Chubby's not as sex obsessed as guys like Junior
and me are. Jeez, that's a hard concept to wrap my head around. Who
wouldn't want as much sex as they can get? I gotta admit though, most guys
I talk to at college ,or on the job, are either lying, or they have very
sparse sexual activity going for them. Hell, some claim they don't get any,
or just one or two times in their whole life. Hard to imagine they're all
lying, and it's hard to imagine them existing without a little sex in their
lives too... what's that all about?

Tapping his temple with his finger, Junior goes, "I'm a brain for coming up
with my doo doo plan. I don't gotta go at all." I say, "I just jerked you
off ten minutes ago, how the hell you going to get another boner up?" I
just assume he wants to fuck me and not the other way around, and I'm good
with that too. He says, "I'll have my boy suck my cock until I spring
another boner, what else?" I'm like, "I thought you were going to be my boy
toy. What happen to that plan?" He shrugs, "Um, it just seems to work for
us better this way, don't ya think?" Yeah, I do, but I'm not telling him
that. I go, "No, I'll fuck you," and he looks at me grinning, "Next time
it's your turn. This time you're my boy toy. Ain't sex fun?" Well, yeah,
but I yell, "Next time? You think we're going to be doing it again? I leave
tomorrow at noon." Junior goes, "Yeah, I know, but you've got a crush on
the muppet now so you'll make it work somehow." Maybe I will at that. My
arm goes around his neck and I pull his head over and kiss him on the lips
right in front of three girls walking towards the beach. I'm guessing
they're all in their twenties. One goes, "Aww, how sweet, two cute gay boys
in love," so I kiss Junior again, then say, "Jealous!" and she kisses her
girlfriend and gropes her girlfriends tits as their tongues lick
together. Junior yells, "Ewww, gross!" which makes me laugh. The girls,
apparently lesbians, although I can't tell by looking at them, laugh too
and continue on their way. I go, "How come you think two guys kissing is
hot, but two girls kissing is gross, muppet?" He shrugs, "I don't know, it
just is." Haha, I gotta laugh again, but I may have had his same reaction a
few years ago too, but now I don't. Ain't that weird?

Inside the duplex, the uninhibited muppet boy steps out of his flip flops
and drops his boardie swimsuit to the floor, then plays with himself,
muttering, "Ya gotta love the shaved look down here," and he stretches out
his limp penis, saying, "Look at this bad boy now, Dylan. It looks longer
without pubes all around it, doesn't it?"  I make a face and shrug, then
step out of my sandals and get as naked as Junior. "Come here, muppet, and
give me some loving." He wraps his arms around me looking up in my face
with his patented cute grin, his dimples blazing, "Kiss me, you hunk, you
look sexy," he says, which makes me laugh. Only diminutive Junior would
consider me a hunk. I flex my biceps, saying, "Look at this body! You're
'before' and I'm 'after'." He asks, "After what?" I go, "Body building of
course," and for something new he sucks on my right nipple for a bit, then
looks up, saying, "I always wanted to see if this would be sexy, and since
I have my own boy toy now, I thought I'd see if it is." I go, "And?" he
looks at me questioningly, so I make it specific, "Is it sexy?" He says,
"Yeah, but sucking, licking, or kissing any part of your body would be sexy
to me I think." I lift my arm, "Oh yeah, lick my armpit," and without any
hesitation he does it. "Yep, that's sexy too," he says, grinning. Lots of
grinning from Junior. Hmmm, that was a little bit sexy at that. Not
something I've ever thought of doing, and I'm not thinking of doing it now
either, but I can see how it'd be a submissive thing to do. I mean, I rim a
guy's ass so why not his armpit. Hmmm, yeah, but it just doesn't appeal to
me for some reason. We're all motivated differently, some only have a small
differences of opinion of what's sexy, and others a whole lot of
differences of opinions... a world of differences in some cases.

He goes back to sucking my nipple, then exclaims, "I gave your nipple a
boner!" I mumble, "Well give the other one a boner too, ya sex pot," and he
does. When he's done my nipples stick out erect and I give Junior a big wet
kiss on the lips, and then suck on his tongue which tends to get him very
aroused. It does this time too as his short boner pokes my thigh with
Junior squirming in my arms, making sounds like, "Un, un, ooh ooh, umm,
mmmm," as his tongue's wiggling in my lips, his arms are around my neck and
he's almost hanging on me. I'm really aroused by how aroused Junior
gets. It's contagious arousal helped along greatly by his overall cuteness,
scent, and constantly squirming body against mine. My boner is hard and up
against my belly, the back of it rubs against his stomach as Junior's
precum wets my leg. He pulls his head away from my sucking mouth, gasping
for air with saliva running down his chin. Wiping his chin with the back of
his hand he looks in my eyes, then leans down, pulls my boner away from my
belly and sucks on the head with his tongue licking it. I run both hands
over his head and then massage his narrow shoulders. My boner slips out of
his mouth and wetly flops up against my belly again, sticky with Junior's
saliva. He goes for my swinging nuts then, licking them with fast little
licks, then long laps of his tongue from under my scrotum, up the front of
it, and all the way up the underside of my boner, his tongue continuing all
the way up to my belly button. Looking up at me again, he mutters, "You
have amazing skin... it, um, smells so good," and he puts his face against
my stomach and does a big inhale stroking his cock, going, "Mmmmm, oooh,
mmmm, I love that smell. It's getting me so hot," then he smells my stomach
again. A big drool of precum from my cock wets his cheek. He chuckles,
wiping his cheek with a couple of fingers, then rubbing the precum between
his fingers and thumb. "Jesus, Dylan, this is so amazing, it's like one of
my fantasies come true, only better."

Hugging his body against mine for a few seconds, then horny as all get out,
I say, "Let's fuck," and he mumbles, "How 'bout I try that doggie way of
fucking?" I go, "Your ass will be a little low for me with you on all
fours." He says, "You know what I meant, you get on your hands and knees."
He's too cute to resist, too sincere about it too, so I get on my knees and
he shuffles right up behind me with his boner's at my asshole almost before
my hands touch the floor. He humps his hips and drives his cock head, along
with about half the shaft, up my ass, going, "Oooooh, umm, yeaaah" with
breathless enthusiasm.  Even a smaller cock like his creates a little havoc
penetrating my ass initially, and especially without lube and only a little
saliva, but only a minor hurt that's already a fleeting one. His hands are
on my hips and he pulls me back onto his short cock and it feels damn good
to me. Junior lays on my back gripping my shoulders, then takes his feet
off the floor making grunting sounds, humping against my ass. I tighten my
sphincter muscle and Junior moans, "Mmmm, feels so good." His feet hit the
floor as he lets go of my shoulders and holds onto my hips again, then he
fucks my ass in a rapid fashion with his fingers digging into my skin as he
groans and moans.  Sensations tingle pleasantly in my rectum and my cock
stays damn hard, but the novelty of Junior fucking me with his smallish
cock, one that is shorter and not nearly as fat as Robby's, has lost the
uniqueness for me, although it still feels very good. It's just not going
to send me to the moon or anything like that. I'd climax if Junior kept it
up for ten minutes or so, but that isn't happening because he's already
making those desperate pre-climax sounds of deep sexual pleasure that have
been preceding his climaxes. His nuts are really swinging as he continues a
very rapid pace and the ,"Slap, slap, slap, slap," of his groin smacking
into my butt cheeks accompanies his nut sack swinging against the back of
my nuts with each penetration. My cock notices and there's buzzing at the
head as well as some sizzling in my rectum, but too quickly Junior lets out
a similar squeal to the one I make at climax, flops against me and shoots
his juice up my ass while he groans as if it hurts to climax. "Oooh Goddamn
that felt good," from Junior, then he grunts as he pounds against my
buttocks driving his boner up my ass with his cum squishing around inside
me and beginning to drool out as well. A minute later he pulls out and
strokes his cock with his fingers, asking, "How'd ya like my fucking,
Dylan?"

He's looking at me, waiting for my praise, his face red and his chest
heaving. I go, "Excellent as always, muppet, but let me do you now so I can
relieve the pressure in my blue battered balls." He goes, "Yo, give me time
to savor my awesome orgasm, dude," and now I feel some of his awesomeness
drooling down the back of my leg so I go in the bathroom to clean his
awesome spunk off my person. It did feel pretty good. Very different, but
pleasant like I said. A nice recreational fuck with no pain. Junior wanders
into the bathroom still playing with himself, "I'm gonna wash my dick, it's
been up your ass, ya know." I mutter, "Clean away, muppet." When we're
cleaned up, I suggest, "Let's get drinks from that little grocery store a
block over and then I'll pump you full of jisum." He says, "Yeah, I should
be more than ready by then," and he's serious, not joking around... he'll
be ready to spring another boner and his balls will have some spunk for him
to shoot out his short gun in twenty minutes. Amazing!  We put our swim
suits back on, I grab some money from my stash, and we walk to the store
where I buy sixteen ounce bottles of Snapple's iced tea and small bags of
Lays barbecue potato chips. On the way back to the house Juniors whining,
"How am I gonna go from all of our sex to zero sex overnight? It'll be cold
turkey sex deprivation for the muppet." I say, "Well, you need to discover
a fuck buddy in your neighborhood. Dude, they say ten percent of guys are
gay and I believe that number's wildly understated, so it's up to you to
find one. Trouble is in high school gay kids tend to be closeted." "Like
me," mutters Junior.  Then he asks, "Do you have any suggestions how I'd go
about finding one of these closeted gay kids?" I say, "Well frankly I'm
surprised one of them hasn't found you. Have there been any subtle hints
from anyone, ya know?  Maybe in like a kidding around manner, any
suspicious advances by anyone?"  He goes, "Well, I guess Roy Underwood
might loosely qualify. He's always saying, 'Blow me, you know you want to,'
to me." I go, "That don't sound very subtle, he might be the aggressive
dominant type that I wouldn't recommend for you. What's he look like?" A
shrug from Junior, "He's okay, kinda normal looking, but he looks like the
hunchback of Notre Dame compared to you. He's got whiskers, and he's kind
of a bully actually." I go, "Stay clear of him, he sounds like an asshole."
We talk some more about how Junior's going to find a sex buddy as we're
going up the back steps to the duplex, with me suggesting, "Make it kind of
a running gag. You know, jokingly you say to guys you know that you're damn
curious about this bisexual shit and wonder what it's all about. Then ask
candidates if they know anything about it and look for signals that maybe
they do, or at least they're a little interested in it too. You gotta think
outside the box, Junior, but don't settle for anyone you don't like. You
should like the person, at least." Then I think off Ray, and amend my
criteria to, "Or at least you don't hate him, ya know? If you aren't
especially enamored with someone, but they have something special to offer
that appeals to you, then you compromise."

We're inside casually dropping our swimsuits on the floor again. When naked
I give Junior a hug, muttering, "Damn, I like your pheromones too." He's
like, "What? You like what?" and I explain that as I massage his
shoulders. He mumbles, "That feels good, Dylan," and we get into a heavy
make-out with Junior holding his own.  Catching my breath, with Junior
clinging to me, I ask, "How'd ya learn to kiss so good." He says, "Oh that,
um, this guy, Motorhead, and I make out all the time. We go at it hot and
heavy in his garage until he makers me cum." I'm exasperated, "You've got a
make-out buddy and you haven't taken it any further? What the fuck?" He's
like, "Motorhead's not gay, he practices kissing with me so he can do it
better with his girlfriend," I'm like, "What a crock of shit he's feeding
you, Junior. Why don't he practice with this girlfriend?" Junior explains.
"Motorhead's a perfectionist, he wants to have it down perfect before
trying it out on Dolly." I go, "Is Dolly an inflatable chick by any
chance?" He shakes his head, "No, I know her and she and Motorhead go
out. He's had other girlfriends too, really." I mumble, "Motorhead's into
cars I take it" and Junior, as he's groping my butt cheeks goes, "Oh yeah,
big time. His dad's got a repair garage and Motorhead works with him a
lot." I mutter, "The last word I have to say about this character,
Motorhead, is ask him if he wants to practice fucking on you so he'll have
it perfected for Dolly when she's ready for it." Junior's like, "Awesome
idea, Dylan, I will." I turn him around because I like his back and ass
against me, you know, the way I was holding him in the ocean
earlier. Neither of us have boners at the moment, but hugging him and
kissing the side of his face with his aroma circling around in my head I
feel my boner returning, like I knew it would. Junior twist his head
around, and asks, "You ever tried rough sex, Dylan? I've seen videos on
line that are kinda cool." I play it coy, "Rough sex? Like what?" He goes,
"Some smacks on the ass and, I don't know, just hard fucking that's kinda
rough." I go, "I seem to recall someone who was into that a little, and it
can be kinda interesting, sexually speaking I mean."

I look down and gaze at his awesome bubble butt, firm and pink, and
hairless, and just about perfect. I go, "Stand sideways, Junior, and bend
over a little. I'll smack your ass so you can see if it does anything for
you." He does that, with me keeping my left arm across his chest. My right
hand goes up and I give his right butt cheek a loud slap, "SMACK!" with
Junior yelping, "Yowl!" He rubs his ass, muttering, "Do it again," and I
give him another stinking slap, as "SMACK!" sounds in our ears when my hand
connects. Junior's like, "Ow! Do it again," so I give him two, "SMACK!
SMACK!" real fast and he's got both hands covering his ass now, yelling,
"That's enough!" I straighten him up and give him a hug, chest to chest,
and then a kiss, asking, "How'd you like your spanking?" He hugs me,
saying, "You should spank me across your lap, don't ya think?" and a vision
of Ryan spanking me like that weeks and weeks ago drifts into my mind. I
reach down and adjust my dick, rubbing the head against Junior's smooth
belly. I ask, "You want me to spank you, Junior?" He goes, "Yes, the
muppet's been a naughty boy." Jesus, this is hot, but I'm usually playing
the muppet's part. I let go of Junior and drag a kitchen chair
over. Sitting in it, I pat my thighs, "Lay across my lap, muppet, you're
getting a spanking." He gives me a smirk, playing with his cock that's
already semi hard, and carefully lays across my lap with his cock poking
mine. Jeez, what a cute ass on this kid. I spank him hard and the, "SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!" sounds fill our ears with Junior yelling, "Ow! Ohh!
OW! OOW, goddamnit!" squirming and flailing his legs and wildly squirming
on my lap. The thing is he's got a raging hard-on now that's poking my
dick, and my dick's kinda hard too. Hmmm, Junior's learning about his
sexuality, discovering what turns him on the most. I've been dominant on
several occasions during sex and found it kind of arousing so I understand
how someone would get sexually excited about being dominant over
another. It's just that the arousal I feel being dominant can't compare to
the arousal being submissive... for me there's no comparison.

Junior scrambles off my lap stroking his cock and rubbing his ass, "Damn,
that was hot, Dylan, but my ass stings like fire. You gave me a damn good
spanking and now I'm ready to be fucked hard. I'm gonna cum again, I can
just feel it building already." This kid's got a wonderful sex life in
front of him, fer sure. My cock isn't real boned-up so I get my arm around
the front of his neck and pull his back against my chest again. Rubbing the
head of my cock up his ass crack and over his anus, I mumble, "You're gonna
get fucked hard alright." His hand are back gripping my butt cheeks,
kneading them. Moving the head of my cock with my fingers, it travels up
his ass crack again, then back down to push against the back of his
scrotum. I need to bend my knees to get down to Junior's size, but that's
no problem because it feels so good rubbing my cock against his silky
smooth skin and I'm soon working with a steel cock that's dripping. I put
it right on his anus and apply a little pressure, just barely spreading the
lips of his asshole and holding it there until I feel a glob of precum
wetting the lips. Then more pressure and the head slides in with Junior
trying to lean forward, but he can't because my arm around the front of his
neck preventing it. He goes, "Ooooh, un, un," and I push in further. Junior
mutters, "Oh ow," so I wait a bit then push in a couple of inches. asking,
"You okay, Junior?" He says, "It's wicked tight, let me bend over and take
it that way. It goes in easier that way." Letting go of him, he bends
forward grabbing his knees and I push in the rest of the way. It's tight
alright, tighter than last time but Junior was more relaxed then for
whatever reason. He's okay now so I pull my boner back until just the neck
of the head is pulling at the lips, and then all the way back in as I do a
quiet, "Mmmm, umm," and Junior gasps, "That felt good, Dylan," so I do it
all a little quicker this time and a long, "Oooooh, mmmm," from Junior.

Two more steady trips back and forth in his rectum, and Junior grunts,
"Fuck me hard, boy," and I almost laugh because he's got his roles mixed
up, or does he? Not that it really matters as I get into a steady
normal-speed fuck with Junior and I being verbal with our sounds of sexual
pleasure. Damn, I've got to do more topping. My cock is alive with awesome
sensations that are electrifying my entire groin area and I can't help
picking up the speed of my thrusting up the muppet's seriously tight
tunnel. Junior's head is up and back as he goes, "Ooooh, uuum, oooh, mmmm,"
which tells me he's getting a lot of sexual pleasure and that encourages me
to pound his ass harder. My torso jerks on it's own as sensations grow and
everything is feeling hot and alive. I'm grunting, biting my lip while
moaning, "Um, um, umpth," as the awesome applause of anal fucking fills the
room, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." We go at it for maybe five minutes with
awesome sensations on my cock. That's the biggest difference...  all the
sensation come from my cock, where when I'm getting fucked I have
incredible sensations from my ass too. This fuck is the longest Junior's
gone without climaxing, and just as I have that thought, Junior groans,
"Aaaasah, ooh, aahh," as his back arches and his body shakes, another
"Aaaah," from Junior with him trying to hump his hips. Then he squeals,
"Eeeeeee!" and I see a fast flying thin line of cum just make it past his
head that's stretched back as far as his neck will allow. His hips buck
three more times as my climax grows. I smack his ass cheek and plow his
asshole harder and faster and now it's on me... the awesome sensations of
impending orgasm. It's my turn to arch my back with my head back as I
hammer my cock up his tight ass, grunting, then a squeal from me as cum
pumps from my nuts filling his bowels, then another tight hump against his
cute ass with the inside of my thighs near my groing pulsating and almost
aching with sexual pleasure. Now it's deep breathing from me and fucking in
a cum saturated rectum as my shoulders shudder twice and orgasm sensations
continue zipping around my pelvis area and sizzling on my cock. I reach
down with a hand on either side of Junior's armpits and pull him up against
me as I continue fucking him. He's moaning quietly, limp in my arms, laying
back against me with me kissing the sides of his face, then holding the
side of my face against his with my hips still driving my steel cock back
and forth in his ass. It feels good sliding my cock in his now slippery
rectum. Then I stop and pull my hips back and my sloppy cock is out in the
air again. It feels cool out in the air so I take an arm from around Junior
to wrap my cock in a protective fist and stroke it slowly. Man, the penis
is a pleasure organ, as well as being useful for peeing.  I read somewhere
that there's a fetish where weird guys go in for penectomies.  What fools!

I turn Junior around and he melds into my body, still limp and huggable and
smelling like the sexy boy he is. I'm kinda jealous thinking about that
dink, Motorhead, fucking my muppet, but I hope he does for Junior's
sake. Junior redefines what it means to be a sexy hottie. I read something
else too... in the gay community Junior is what's called a twink.  Young
cute gay boys are called that by some. I wonder if a twenty year old is
still a twink? I rub Junior's head, saying we should get cleaned-up a
little and get Chubby's Snapple down to the beach." He nods his head, then
looks at me and says, "Oh man, Dylan, I'm scared about going on without you
and me doing it. I've loved every second and, um, well thanks for taking me
under your wing and showing me the wonderful world of gay sex. I'll never
forget you, you know." I smile, "Jeez, Junior, it's been my
pleasure. You're truly special and I'll pray for you." I added the praying
thing because Junior prays. He prayed for me to come into his life, well
not me specifically, and his prayers were answered, or so he believes, so
why burst his bubble. I say, "It's not goodbye, Junior. We'll text each
other and see one another right here next summer. By then you'll have a
boyfriend so you may not have much time for me, but hopefully you'll sneak
in a quickie for your old sex buddy." He grins, "Ha, I'll be hoping you'll
sneak in some time for me is more like it."

We get cleaned-up and drink our Snapple iced tea on our way back to the
beach. Chubby's Snapple bottle in my other hand and the potato chips in
Junior's. He's not his bubbly self though, he's kind of down because it's
getting close to the time we say goodbye. I tell him, "We'll be on the
beach for an hour or two tomorrow, Junior, so we're not saying goodbye yet,
and when we do it'll be simple goodbye until we meet again, not goodbye
forever." He nods his head, mumbling, "I know, I know, I'm okay, Dylan,"
and he leans into me so I grin at him, and mutter, "Good, muppet! I don't
like to see you sad." On the beach Chubby's laughing into his cell phone
and talking to someone. Then I hear the name, Lee, so I know who it
is. It's Lee from work... Chubby and Lee make each other laugh and Chubby
just likes to laugh, period. He knows how to have a good time in almost any
situation. Often he makes something dull turn into fun. I love me some
Chubby! Handing him his Snapple and a bag of chips he gives me a big smile
mouthing the word 'thanks' as he listens on the phone. Chubby takes a
swallow and then spits it out laughing at something Lee said, something
outrageous no doubt. I miss Seth, that's who I miss the most, next to Robby
and Ryan that is.  Seth made me promise not to call or text him because he
said it would just remind him I'm not there. I don't know what to do about
Seth. I'm not going to do anything to hurt him, that's for sure. Like
Junior, Seth's got this crush on me that he thinks is love. Ya know, a lot
of guys seem to think they love me, but most realize they don't in time so
I just need to wait for that realization to occur to Seth. In the meantime
I'll try to do no harm. He reminds me of Connor so obviously there's a warm
spot in my heart for him. I'm just hoping he and Connor hit it off. They
can be long range boyfriends. I mean, lots of solders have lovers or wives
back home, or husbands. Why not Seth and Connor?

It's getting late so when Chubby gets off his cell phone the three of us
take a swim in the ocean, and then a walk on the beach with Chubby cheering
Junior up a little by telling factoids that fascinate Junior. He totally
believes them all. I've heard a lot of them, but not this one. Chubby asks
Junior, "What's bigger, Junior, an ostrich's eye or it's brain?" I'm
thinking it's an eye that's the biggest because they have small
heads. Junior says, "Um, you want me to say brain, so I'll guess it's one
of his eyes that's bigger." Chubby says, "Hmmm, I really don't know, that's
why I asked you." That means Junior got it right. He says, "Oh great, now
I'll need to Google it to be sure. Let me ask you something mister
factoid. Who was the first US president who's name contains all the letters
of the word, 'criminal'?" Chubby goes, "That would be Richard Millhouse
Nixon and the only other president of the US with all the letters of the
word 'criminal' in his name is William Jefferson Clinton. Coincidence? I
think not." Junior goes, "You're good!"  as he steps on someone's
towel. The someone yells, "Watch where you're going, asshole!" and throws a
handful of sand at Junior. We all look back and see a guy on a blanket with
his girlfriend, anyway I suppose it's his girlfriend. Chubby turns from
jovial to vicious in an instant, yelling at the guy, "What the fucks wrong
with you? Who throws sand at somebody."  The guy didn't expect this as he's
the macho muscle bound type. I thought he was wearing a black sweater at
first glance, but who wears a sweater on the beach? It's black body hair of
course. He's with this girl so he's got to stand up and confront us
three. He adopts the usual threatening posture, "How'd you like it,
pipsqueak, if I throw a pile of sand down your throat along with my fist?"
The girl says, "Let it go, Marco, for God's sakes, the kid stepped on the
fucking towel, so what?" Marco glances at her, then back at us, "Move along
fairy boys before you get your..." but that's as far as he got. The next
sound coming from Marco is, "Aaaugh!" as Chubby's hard leg calf connected
perfectly with Marco's unprotected nuts.  Swimsuits aren't even as
protective as jockstraps. Just some nylon or some flimsy miracle fiber. He
might as well be naked as far as his balls are concerned. Marco's sits down
in the sand slowly, then draws his knees up.  Chubby says, "Have a nice
day," to the girl with a startled expression on her face," and we continue
on our way with Junior saying, "That's the coolest thing I've ever seen in
my whole life!" I say to Chubby, "Good thing we're leaving tomorrow, bro,
'cause that ape is gonna be searching the beach looking for you. Showing
him up in front of his girlfriend probably isn't what he was looking for."
Chubby puts his arm around Junior's neck, saying, "We can't have people
throwing sand on Junior, now can we?" Junior says, "My hero," and we all
chuckle with me muttering, "Hero, my ass." The walk has gotten Junior out
of his blue mood, which is something else Chubby's always been good at
doing.

When we get back to our beach chairs Junior's mom and the rest are just
getting their stuff together to carry back to the house. His mom says,
"We're going out for dinner tonight, Junior, come on up to the house and
shower so you'll be ready to go, honey." He says, "Mooom! Don't call me
honey in front of the guys." I say, "Why not, Junior? My mom does it all
the time. Adults. remember?" He goes, "Oh yeah, they don't know any
better." He gives me a hug, asking, "You're sure you'll be on the beach
tomorrow, right?" I go, "Yep, but just for a while in the morning. I'll see
you then, muppet." He nods his head staring into my eyes, then he quietly
says, leaning close to me, "I love you," and, with a grin, I say, "We have
a crush on each other, it's not love." He shakes his head to that, but
gives me a grin. His mom says, "Come on, Junior," and he turns to
go. Chubby's sitting in his beach chair smoking a cigarette. I go over and
he passes me the cigarette, and with smoke coming out of his mouth, he
asks, "How do you do it, Dylan?" I take a drag, then mumble, "Do what?" and
he's like, "Get guys to fall in love with you over night." Passing him the
cigarette and sitting down, I go, "It's not love, Chubby, it's a crush, but
it's oh so flattering to me that they think it's love. Good for my self
confidence, ya know. Hey, way to handle Marco, bro, that was gold." Chubby
says, "Yeah, I'm sick of people trying to intimidate me, or anyone. Big
assholes throwing their weight around thinking we're all going to cower
because they're loud and big. I can't stand 'em, plus they don't expect me
to do anything, little 'ole me." I go, "This isn't a height-challenged
thing with you is it? Because you're a tiny bit short you think you got to
be David versus Goliath all the time." Chubby chuckles, "Nah, whoever threw
sand on one of us, assuming it wasn't some little kid, I'd kick him in the
balls whatever his size, and the smaller the better actually. Maybe I
should become a superhero, but all the good costumes are already taken, ya
know? I'd want something like batman's muscle suit in, 'The Dark Knight
Rises'." I go, "Oh yeah, and I'd be Robin the boy wonder. In that movie he
gets a Robin muscle suit too, although I kinda like the green and yellow
outfit the original Robin wore in comic books. The one with the short cape,
and he was cute too." Chubby laughs, "You're consistent, bro, very
consistently awesome too." I mutter, "I hear that a lot, thanks," and
Chubby ruffles my hair, muttering, "You hear that a lot, do ya?"

We goof on each other passing the cigarette back and forth with me glancing
down the beach every once in a while on the lookout for hairy Marco. I
don't want that ape sneaking up on us. I worry while Chubby doesn't have a
care in the world. We take one last dip in the ocean then carry our beach
chairs and beach bag up the beach towards the parking lot with Chubby
bitching, "We never used anything in this beach bag. Should have left it
back at the duplex, this sucker's heavy." I go, "Funny, but I never hear
the moms bitchin' about how much it weights when they carry it back and
forth to the beach every day so we'll have it available when we need
something out of it." Chubby says, "The moms have been carrying their heavy
handbags around all they lives so they're used to it. I'm used to a
wallet." Then he goes, "Damn, I hope there's no singing waiters at the
Dunes restaurant tonight for my birthday dinner. Man, that's awkward when
they're singing happy birthday, ya know?" I go, "Don't be a baby, it's cool
being sung to by fifteen strangers. I hear at the Dunes they have you stand
and wear a paper birthday hat while they sing, and everybody in the
restaurant gets to gawks at you, and you know, guys around our age will
mock you as you stand there." He laughs, "Yeah, sounds cool, you're right,
bro. Hope it's a blue paper hat since I'm a guy." We're both chuckling as
we hold our feet under the outside mini shower, removing sand before going
inside. Then we're up the steps and into the duplex. When we first enter
the duplex after being outside all day it feels like walking into a meat
locker. We go from ninety degree heat to seventy and it shocks your
system. The moms are both done their showers making themselves pretty for
the twins, Rick and Ron.  Chubby says, "Do you wanna shower first?" I
shrug, "Yeah, okay.  We gonna do some front loading on the deck before
dinner?" Chubby nods his head, "Damn right we are, I'm not wearing that
paper birthday hat without some booze in me, that's not happening." I take
the beach bag from him, mumbling, "Here, let me have that. It's got my
birthday present for you inside." He asks, "What'd ya get me, Dylan. I sure
as shit hope you spent more on my present than I spent on yours." I go,
"That picture of our dad in my wallet is priceless, Chubby. You can't put a
price on something like that. I love it!" He drops the wise cracks, and
says, "Thanks, Dylan, that's sweet," and he hugs me, kissing my cheek,
muttering, "I love you like life itself, Dylan." I have tears in my eyes
going down the hall to the bathroom for my shower. The sentiment engraved
on my birthday gift for Chubby is perfect.

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

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