Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 10:22:59 -0700
From: Rob Roth <eighty.eight@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation 2, Chapter 68

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 68

by Donny Mumford

Watching John drive away in his van I repeat to myself, 'Just the right
amount of wrong'. Then, bent over a little bit with my legs further apart
than normal so my ass cheeks don't rub together, I shuffle around to the
side where the steps lead up to our duplex. My ass isn't as sore as it's
been a few times in the past so I'm not worried about it. Going up the
steps I'm thinking, 'Yeah, a weekend as John's 'boy' probably wouldn't be
the smartest thing I've ever done, but it would be something to experience
one time'. It's like I feel I can trust John now because in the van he was
ready to stop if I said stop. It was me who said I wanted him to fuck
me. The pain from the strapping of my buttocks faded kinda fast and so did
the pain of penetration, and like he said, I'd get more use to both with
repetition. Damn, piercing my penis though, that sounds painful as
hell. John said it doesn't hurt as much as it might seem, but how would he
know, his dick isn't pierced. It's gotta hurt having a fat needle stuck
through your penis. Hmmm, but still I'd like to do it one time at least. I
mean, the parts of the weekend being walked on a leash by John and treated
like a prince, not the penis piercing part. He's right too, we'd attract
some attention in that gay neighborhood. And he fucks awesomely
too... can't forget that, plus there's something else about him that I'm
attracted to. Sure, he went off the deep end a little there on the beach,
and then hooking my dog collar two feet off the floor of the van wasn't
cool at all, but he explained his behavior. I said in the rest room that I
wanted a dominant fuck experience, and he thought he was providing it. He
also said he'd learn more about what turns me on if we could get to know
each other better. That tells me right there he's not ridged, he's flexible
depending on what his 'boys' like. Maybe, but I know from experience what
the dominant one likes will carry more weight than what his so-called boys
want or like, so there's that to consider too. It's sounds weird being
someone's 'boy', but it's just the jargon of sub/dom stuff and I kinda
think it's cool. And then, like I mentioned, there's the part about being
treated like a prince. I'd like to be treated like a prince for once, and
then, ya know, there's the situation where Robby won't give up his Saturday
night date with Travis, and maybe that's on my mind a little too. I'm not
jealous so much as I'm surprised. I've been away for a week and thought
Robby would be anxious to see me. So damn right I'm thinking it would be
cool being John's boy for a weekend, strictly as a new experience.  I like
to think of myself as adventurous and this would be an adventure to
remember, for sure. That little boy, submissive feeling I experienced for a
bit was awesome too. John can induce it in me without even knowing he's
doing it, and I like his hairy legs, plus his chest hair isn't too much,
only across his pec's so it's not like he's a hairy ape. He's tall too, and
he's got a hot body, which is sexy as all get out to me. I grope my dick
before unlocking the door, trying to decide whether or not I'm actually
going to go through with a dom-John weekend. Inside there's nobody home
except me. Huh! Checking my watch I see it's not even one o'clock in the
morning, which isn't all that late for the last night at the shore. I
wonder what they're all doing? Bet it's not as exciting as what I did
tonight.

Shuffling into the kitchen for a cold soda and then taking it out to the
deck, I'm noticing my ass is already feeling a little better. Still, I ease
it down into a chair with a cushion. Aaaah, that good. After a long pull on
the bottle of grape soda I light a cigarette and try to figure out if I'm
seriously considering a weekend with John as his 'boy', or just fantasizing
about it. Being his boy requires I get a Prince Albert through my penis,
which is the stumbling block. Hmmm, the more I think about it the more I
want to do it, but just for one weekend. And, what the hell, after the
weekend I don't have to keep that Prince Albert thing in my dick. I'll take
it out and, like ear piercing's, it'll heal over. Yeah, but do I have the
balls to get my penis pierced in the first place, that's the fucking
question. That's one of the questions anyway, and another one is what do I
tell everyone I'm doing the weekend I'll be away? I'd probably be able to
come up with a little white lie, like I'm spending the weekend with someone
from North Andover Stop & Shop, someone I worked with during the college
terms. Okay, how do I get the Jeep for the weekend? Hell, it's half mine
and Chubby will be okay with me using it for one lousy weekend. His
girlfriends, or maybe Lee, can drive him where he needs to go those two
days. Or he can drive the mom's Volvo on Sunday. Yeah, it can be worked
out, and now all I need are the balls to do it. Another big gulp of grape
soda followed by a drag off my cigarette, and then I take out my cell phone
and call John. He answers, "Dylan, how nice. I'm a little involved with
something at the moment, but hell, have you already made up your mind?" I
go, "Yeah, and I thought I better call you before I chicken out." He
chuckles, then says, "I don't have you pegged as the chicken-out kind of
guy." Then I hear John grunt and in the background the sound his strap made
connecting with my ass. John, asks, "What weekend are you thinking of?"
Holy shit, I'm really doing this! I say, "How about next weekend?" He goes,
"That'll work if you don't mind sharing me with Billy." I ask, "Which one
is he, the one with acne or the one with a paper bag over his head?"
Another strapping sound, then a pause, finally John says, "What? Oh, yeah,
Billy's, he's my acne boy, but it's not as bad as I made it sound. Billy's
actually kinda cute, although not in your league." I say, "Yeah, acne boy's
fine with me, but I'm very nervous about the piercing," and he's like,
"It's a must, Dylan, I'm just being upfront with you... you can't be my boy
unless you at least get your penis pierced. Um, give me a second here, will
ya, Dylan?" He's saying something to someone and it sounded like 'Time
out'. Then he's back on the phone, he goes, "Heh heh, actually I'm thinking
you'll go for the scrotum piercing as well when you see how easy the penis
piercing goes. Then we can discuss your nipple piercings, maybe for a later
trip. Eventually you'll have them all, and then, haha, we'll discuss a
little tattooing, but later for all that. Like I mentioned before, lots of
guys get the Price Albert so it can't be that bad, ya know?" I go, "I
know," and he says, "Hey, I'll be with you during the piercing, holding
your hand 'cause I take care of my boys. Seriously, I feel a responsibility
to look out for you guys. After all, I can't be dominant if there aren't
any submissive guys to be dominant with. It's quid pro quo, ya know?" I go,
"That's a good way to describe sub/dom relationships because, after all,
one's no good without the other."

We talk for ten minutes about what I can expect during my weekend as one of
John's 'boys', and we're discussing it like it's a weekend doing something
normal, like bowling, rather than a weekend totally controlled by dominant
John, me getting my penis pierced, and me walking on a leash almost naked
with a dog's choke collar around my neck holding hands with acne boy,
Billy, as we walk the streets of gay Chelsea in Manhattan. Jesus! I must be
nuts, but my dick's hard by the time we're done talking and I'm definitely
going to do it. I'm actually excited about it because it's something quite
new. Well, parts of it I've done with Willie and Ryan. I mean how much more
in charge could John be than Willie? There's only so much in-charge a
person can be, and I believe if sometime next Saturday or Sunday I simply
say, 'NO!', to anything I don't want to do, John will stop and we'll say
goodbye. I'm not being locked in a cage, for Christsake, and I can simply
leave when I've had enough or if something doesn't seem right to me. Damn,
this is really something I never envisioned happening, and it came out of
the blue just from making eye contact with John at the restaurant. Talk
about happenstance. Wow! And a lot of things had to fall in place just
right for this to work. I need to be submissive and he needs to be
dominant, plus I need to be convinced he'd stop when I said to stop, which
he basically did. I needed to like him and him me, and this telephone call
had to go perfectly like I feel it did. I got the sense of John in his
normal personality, which is not a wacky one like Willie's. And man, my ass
still hurts some, but the hurts fading wicked fast and it's worth a little
hurt getting fucked with a boner as big as John's. It's like a sexual
thrill ride. I was going to say not too many guys could handle that big
cock up their ass, except according to John two dozen others have. Well,
not too many guys have the guts, or the stupid's, to get their dick
pierced. So that'll prove I'm no pussy.

Then I think, 'Hey, how much did all the booze I drank tonight influence my
rash decision?' I don't care, I want an off-the- hook experience just to be
able to tell myself I had the balls to do it. No one else will know and for
once I don't need to worry about an extremely short haircut because John
wants me to grow my hair out. That's a switch. The more I think about this
the harder my dick gets. A real sub/dom relationship acknowledged from the
start, that's what it will be with no rationalizing by anyone. Billy and me
are the acknowledged submissive ones from the first minute, and John's the
dominant one handling his 'boys' as he thinks best. I do what I'm told
until I want to stop. That's basically it: do what you're told or say
goodbye. Simple and direct without any vagueness as to what we're all
about. I'm kinda looking forward to meeting acne boy, Billy, too. Cute name
and John said he was kinda cute as well. I hope he's not some big dude, but
rather more the size of Junior or Danny. Wonder if John's boys are suppose
to fuck each other too? And then my mind travels way back to Willy and me
when we were Carl's and his cousin's 'boys'. They fucked us both, taking
turns with me and Willie on our knees with our chests laying on Carl's bed
and our pussies, as they called our asses, held up for easy access. They
fucked orgasms out of us as we held hands and shot our loads onto the
towels we were laying on. God, that was hot! Well, hot at the time, but fat
Carl's repugnant to me now. The big difference between that and next
weekend is that Willie and I were only Carl's and his cousin's 'boys'
during the fuck, then they told us to get lost. That's not treating us like
a prince for two days like it'll be with John. This kid, Billy, and I will
really be John's boys, not just for a quick fuck, but for forty-eight
hours. That's something exciting for a sexual submissive like me to
contemplate. John had to be just right for me to commit to this, and like I
said, he's just the right amount of wrong.

Jeez, thinking about next weekend makes me want to jerk off. A true-life
sub/dom relationship for two days straight. It was sort of like that with
Willie in Key West, but he fucked it up with too many bizarre sidebars and
he definitely didn't treat me like a prince. What he was going for was
closer to a slave/master relationship. Oh well, our relationship's over
now. I had basically a pity fuck with Willie early in the week. I pitied
him, as well as taking a trip down memory lane, except Willie wasn't like
the Willie of old obviously. Hmmm, yeah, well what the hell, it's life and
life only. Thinking these thoughts, I get up and walk around the deck
realizing my remarkable ass is recovering nicely. John didn't actually fuck
me for very long though. It's not like Ray who left me walking bowlegged a
couple of times. On those occasions he gave my rectum anextended workout
and it took all night for my ass to recover, but it was worth it with him
too. Yeah, and what the hell am I going to do about him anyway? I'm leaning
very much towards ending it between us, but I want to do it so Ray doesn't
lose face or feel humiliated. I'd also like to keep in touch with the posse
boys as I've grown fond of them, especially Sonny, heh heh. And I'm still
wondering about Sonny's brother, Devon. I screwed up a chance to give both
of them haircuts before my vacation, but time ran out on me. Now it's
something I've got to look forward to when I get back tomorrow, so that's
all good. I'm curious about Devon, mostly because his posse boy greetings
with me are getting awfully close to more than just a greeting. Maybe he's
waiting for me to make the first move, which I'm not very good at. I
usually wait until the other guy indicates conclusively his
intentions. That way I don't take the chance of being rejected like would
probably have happened if I asked Jake for a second date the other night. A
one-timer seemed to be enough for him.

There's a lot of stuff to think about. Going over to the railing I gaze out
at the section of ocean we can see from our deck. The moon's shining off
the water further out where the water's calmer. In close to the beach the
waves break endlessly on the shore and watching that happen for a few
minutes is mesmerizing to me, as it always is. The smell of the ocean is in
the air making for a very pleasant night with a slight ocean breeze. I love
everything about the shore. Then I here, "Phsss, is that you, Dylan?" What
the? I'm gazing down and then Junior steps under the spotlight that's
shining down from the rim of the deck. He's grinning his cute grin, then he
asks, "Can I come up?" Holy shit, I reach back and feel my ass and it's
okay, but not a hundred percent by any means. On the other hand, I was
thinking of jerking off so why not a fuck from my favorite muppet boy. His
little dick won't hurt and it'll provide a nice little tidy climax
following a bit of fucking with his little boner pumping my ass. It's
really a nice way to get off without any pain at all. Not big climaxes, but
the worst climax I ever had was pretty damn good. I say, "You know the way,
muppet, come on up." Big smile from him, "I'll be right up, Dylan, I love
you." He's so cute with that 'love' shit. Haha, it's very flattering, so
how can I not let Junior gets his rocks off one more time in Wildwood? No
way am I gonna refuse him that, not after the good times we've had together
this week.

Walking inside I unlock the door and Junior bounds in to wrap his arms
around me hugging me, then he talks fast, "I came by every half hour to see
if you were back from dinner yet, and I told my mom you and I we're going
on boardwalk rides together, she really likes that I have a friend down
here so she doesn't mind if I stay out late because she knows you'll..." I
stop his babbling by sucking on his lips, then pushing my tongue in his
mouth, and he just melds against me, moaning, "Mmmmm," as he kisses back
very effectively. I say effectively because it gets my dick moving in my
shorts. Well, he has had a lot of practice making-out with his lying friend
who says he's practicing kissing with Junior so he'll be a better kisser
for his girlfriend. What a bunch of bullshit that is. I'm running my
fingers through Junior's short light brown hair, back and forth in it
admiring the haircut I gave him. Awesome hair on this skinny kid, and what
a great natural scent he has too. I could just eat him up. That's one area
John falls short in... personal sexy scent. Not Junior though, so I break
off the kiss sliding my tongue across his cheek, keeping my tongue on his
face I drag it over his sideburn and then get my tongue inside his ear. His
ears stick out a little, which surprisingly adds to his cuteness. Junior
squirms against me clutching my body, moaning, "Mmmmm, oooh, mmmm, Dylan,
I'm gonna cum." Haha, Willie used to have that same effect on me in the
early days. He could make me cum in my pants at the drop of a hat. Well, I
want Junior cuming up my ass so I stop moving my tongue in his ear, give
his cheek a quick kiss, and say, "Let's go out on the deck, muppet." He has
his arm around my waist as we walk, with him saying, "I love when you call
me, muppet." Ya know, Junior's actually a sweeter kid than Sonny. Sonny's
got that dominant streak in him that he doesn't fully know how to use
yet. We lucked-out with the haircut he gave me. He had no idea he was a
savant barber when he tied me to the chair and started cutting my hair for
spite because he thought I cut his hair too short. Him cutting my hair
could have been an ugly scene if he really fucked it up beyond
repair. Junior would never do that. He's got this cute dominant thing now
where he insists on fucking me, instead of me fucking him like the way we
started earlier in the week. The couple of times I fucked him didn't do it
for him nearly as much as him fucking me. Hey, I prefer to bottom anyway,
so I'm not complaining, just saying...

Out on the deck Junior gets his arms around my neck, then moves one hand to
the back of my head to pull my head down to his. He puts his forehead
against mine, and with his mouth two inches from mine, he quietly says,
"Remember what we decided on, we decided you're my boy. Remember?" He's
real serious so I suck my lips together trying not to laugh or grin 'cause
I don't want to hurt his feelings. When I'm over my desire to chuckle at
him, I say, "Well, I thought it started out with you being my boy," and he
goes, "Nope, we corrected that because it works-out better when you suck my
cock and do what I tell ya, and then I fuck you a new asshole and you love
it." I go, "Oh, is that what we decided on? Hmmm, well then you should be
calling me 'muppet' and not the other way around." He leans in and kisses
my lips, then says, "No, Dylan, you're to call me muppet because I already
told you I like it. Don't make me discipline you." Somehow I think it's
going to be quite different when I'm John's 'boy' rather than Junior's. I
go, "Oh, I got it now, Junior, you're in charge. What should we do first?"
He nods his head with his forehead's rubbing mine, his breath is so fresh
and his sexy young body scent is playing games with my brain and getting my
dick doing a few pushups getting ready for action. He mumbles, "Okay, now
that I've brought you to your senses, get on your knees and suck my
cock. It's already hard because it get me sexually aroused just touching
you. Down on your knees, boy." I'm grinning while sliding my face against
his slim body going down to my knees, muttering, "Yes, muppet." As I'm
pulling his shorts down past his slim hips, he says, "If we lived close
you'd be my boyfriend and I'd fuck you everyday three or four times and
then I'd be able to cut back on the number of times I need to jerk off."
And he's says that quite seriously. I smile and then lick around his shaved
groin enjoying his scent immensely. Like I've said before, I'd like to take
Junior home with me in my suitcase and hide him out in my room
twenty-four/seven. God, that'd be great. With his small cock I could easily
take four fucks a day from him, plus my normal sex with my various
boyfriends of course. Trouble is Junior can recover so much faster then I
can. He can spring a boner after climaxing a half hour earlier. Freak of
nature, or maybe it has something to do with his three and a half inch
penis, plus he's a highly sexual kid.

After licking all around his privates I take his boned-up cock and his nuts
in my mouth at the same time, then suck them while my tongue licks all over
his yummy junk. I'm getting a wicked hard-on that's beginning to ache
pleasantly from it's tightness and a low moan comes from my throat, "Mmmm,
hmm." Junior's up on his toes, mumbling, "Jesus... ump, ooh." He tastes and
smells so good I want him to cum in my mouth so I encircle his bare ass
with my arms and poke a finger past his sphincter getting him grunting and
trying to pull away. I find his prostate and rub it with the pad of my
finger as Junior's jerking his body, grunting, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, oooh."
Sucking and licking his cock and balls while rubbing his prostate is over
stimulation for Junior and a minute later he bucks his hips against my face
and cum's in my mouth. It's a nice thin string of cum that taste like
cotton candy again. I'm sucking on his privates as he's still humping
against my face and two more spurts of cum shoots out. Then his body's limp
as he hugs my head moaning quietly. I almost had an accident in my shorts
as well, but it turns out to be just a drool of precum wetting things in my
underwear. Pulling my finger out of his ass and letting go of him, he's
breathing deeply for a few seconds, then he mutters, "Bad boy,' and he
means it too so I gotta laugh as I'm savoring his creamy cum, swallowing
and smacking my lips together, yum! I stand up and Junior's mad, "Why'd you
do that, Dylan? I wanted to fuck you." I hug him saying, "You still can,
muppet, we'll wait a half hour, that's all. I had to taste your spunk again
while I had the chance." I pull his shorts up, saying, "Come on, lets walk
on the beach," but he's pouting now. Damn, that's cute. I used to enjoy
pouting myself, but I'm too old for that now. My arm is across his
shoulders and I kiss his cheek, saying, "Please, Junior, let's enjoy the
beach, it'll be the last night on the beach for me this summer." He hugs
around my waist with one arm and we walk off the deck with him admonishing
me, "I'm suppose to be the one who decides things, not you." I go, "I know,
and I'm sorry, but I got carried away because you're so sexy." He looks up
at me, "Really? You're not just saying that?" I go, "I'm dead serious,
Junior, you're sexy and you taste and smell awesome." We're going down the
steps side by side, with him upbeat now, "Wow, I like hearing that." I say,
"Well, it's true and you should definitely ask your kissing buddy to try
some fucking. You know, so he'll be good at it when it's time to fuck his
girlfriend." I'm thinking of course, the kid and Junior will soon be
fucking like alley cats and the alleged girlfriend is gonna be out of
luck. Junior's enthusiastic, "Oh yeah, I'm going to do that. I decided on
that the last time you and I talked about it."

I'm still sucking on my tongue enjoying the taste of Junior's cum when we
hit the beach. We're walking with Junior plastered to my side, my arm
across his shoulder and his arm around my waist. He asks, "Do you think
we'd really be boyfriends if we lived close by?" I go, "Oh, absolutely,
Junior," and he says, "Please call me muppet, that'll be my nickname." I'm
really feeling it for Junior, but what gay kid wouldn't?  As we walk Junior
giggles and slides his hand inside my underpants to grab a fistful of my
butt cheek. I give him a look, and he says, "You're my boy so I can do
whatever I feel like, and you need to let me, don'cha?" I mumble, "I guess,
muppet," and I smile thinking this is good training for me for when I'm
John's boy... ha ha, not really. Junior's very immature for eighteen, so
obviously his parents baby him, but it's not unusual for an only children
to get doted on and spoiled. Not that Chubby and I were, but we're a
special case. I wonder how junior's parents will accept that he's gay,
although he did tell me he may never mention it to them. They'll know
eventually though, and they better be supportive or they'll lose him. After
walking the beach and talking about boy-on-boy sex for three or four
blocks, we climb up onto a lifeguard stand and sit there looking out over
the vast ocean. Junior wants to know about rimming and I explain it from
both perspectives... the rimmer and the rimmie. He says, "Well, I want you
to rim my ass so I'll know how it feels? After all, you're my boy and
you'll do what I tell ya." I shrug, muttering, "Sure thing, muppet," and he
goes, "Rimming sounds like the grossest thing in the world to me. I don't
mean being rimmed, I mean licking someone's asshole." I'm like, "Oh yeah,
that's the grossest thing ever? Have you ever eaten a big fat water bug, or
crocodile paws with the toenails still sticking out from the toes, or
whatever the fuck they're called?" He goes, "Oh gawd no! That's so gross!"
I shrug, "It's a cultural thing. Depends where in the world you grow up."
He's like, "Man, you know a lot of stuff," and I chuckle, "Not as much as
my brother." He stands and pulls his shorts and underwear down to his knees
turning so his ass is near my face, and says, "Rim my ass, boy!" Grabbing
his hips I pull him close to me and kiss each of his bubble butt cheeks,
then lick up his ass crack, and go, "Jesus! Did you even bother to wipe
your ass after your last dump?" He goes, "I wiped myself! Whaddaya talking
about?" Pulling his shorts down to his feet I say, "Step out of your
shorts, we gotta wash your ass in the ocean."

Junior is extremely uninhibited and steps out of his shorts without
hesitating. I pull his T-shirt up, he raises his arms and the t-shirt comes
over his head. "Kick your sandals off, Junior." I quickly get undressed
too, adding, "I thought my stinky finger was extra stinky and now I know
why. I need to wash that too." He asks, "The one you had up my ass?" I
mutter, "Yep, that's the one, here smell," and hold it to his nose. He
mutters, "Doodies," and I go, "Lots of doodies. Come on, hop down off of
there," and then we walk into the ocean naked. "Hope the beach patrol
doesn't pay us a visit," Junior mutters," and I go, "Fuck the beach
patrol." After wading out to deeper water we dive in and come up sputtering
and shivering a little even though the water's fairly warm this late in the
summer. Pulling Junior's back against my chest, holding him against me with
my left arm, I use my right hand to wipe his ass with the ocean's salty
water, and then get my finger in his asshole to clean up there a
little. When the water eventually evaporates off his ass he'll have an
itchy asshole from the salt that's remaining... heh. The muppet's got to
learn to wipe properly. His dirty ass brings Dodger to mind because he
never wiped his ass properly either. If you want someone to rim your ass,
clean that thing! Junior gets the giggles with me wiping his ass and when
I'm done I swish my hand back and forth in the water, then wipe it
repeatedly with my other hand, and swish both hands in the water. While I'm
doing that, giggling Junior gets behind me and rubs my asshole and we start
wrestling. His slippery little body is hard to get a hold of, but when I do
get him in my arms we're chest to chest, staring into each other's eyes,
then we go into a mad make-out that eventually brings boners up on both of
us. Humping our crouches together until Junior becomes docile in my arms
and we grind our hips rubbing our boners together until he gasps and pushes
away from me, mumbling, "I'm gonna cum again." I go, "Okay, I'll stop. Lets
get out of the water." We start wading in and when the water's only up to
my knees Junior steps behind me and wraps me in his arms, saying, "Bend
over with your knees bent so I can get my throbbing boner up your ass."

Looking behind me at Junior, I go, "Really? Here in the open?" He nods his
head real fast and a picture of Ryan flashes through my head making me
realize how much I miss him. But what the fuck, bending over I grab my
knees, bending them slightly so Junior can reach my asshole. Looking back
at him again I see his serious expression as he gets his boner in his
fingers and pulls it away from his belly... it's a little spike, hard as
steel. He lines it up to my asshole and plugs it in as we both moan,
"Aaaaah, mmm." Junior swivels his hips moaning with his eyes closed, then
grabs my hips and gives me a fuck faster than a rabbit fucks when in deep
sexual heat. It feels fantastic and the wet, fast, "Slap, slap, slap,
slap," sounds of Junior's shaved groin smacking against my wet ass can be
heard above the breaking waves. We're both going, "Ump, ump, ump, aah, ooh,
ump," as his steel spike repeatedly drives up my ass. Two minutes turns to
three, then four and my ass is loving it, but when Junior's moans turn to
whiny sounds of desperation and I know he's almost there. Ten seconds later
he lays on my back, his feet off the ground, humping against my ass and
then he goes, "Ummmmm, aah, aah, ooooh," and I feel a thin sharp streak of
spunk against the wall of my rectum as my back arches and I spew a nice
shot of cum into the ocean while squealing like it's the biggest orgasm of
my life. Then three more streaks of cum follow the first and Junior takes a
deep breath, slides off my back and humps his spike into my cum soaked ass
for another minute or so, then he pulls it out and sits down backwards in
the ocean stroking his cock under water. After I straighten up I hold my
hand down to help Junior up, saying, "Awesome fuck, muppet! Good job," and
he grins shyly. We walk out of the water with our arm around each other's
waist. Back up on the lifeguard stand we plop our bare asses on the bench,
being careful not to get our clothes wet.

We talk as the breeze dries our bodies and I smoke a cigarette. Mostly
Junior tells me about his kissing buddy. The guy's Junior's age, over six
feet tall and average looking with longish blond hair. They make out on a
couch in the kissing buddy's basement and since both his parents work
they've got the place to themselves, a perfect setup for fucking. Their
making-out is mostly done lying on the sofa and both of them get boners as
they kiss and grind their bodies together. Hearing that I'm like, "Whoa,
whoa, he gets a boner from kissing you? Dude, the guy's gay. He's got the
hots for muppet boy so you've got some leverage with that. Tell him you
need to take the next step and if he hesitates threaten to end the
make-outs. I'll bet you anything he'll all of a sudden take your offered
rational, the one about him practicing fucking on you before he tries it
with his phantom girlfriend, and soon he'll be fucking you daily. Then you
insist on having your turn doing the fucking." Junior's all pumped up now,
he's excited and wants to try a big boy cigarette. I give him one telling
him it's a nasty, expensive habit, while I'm hoping for his sake Junior can
actually turn his kissing buddy into a fuck buddy. He sure needs a fuck
buddy after all the screwing we've been doing. Junior's got a lot to offer
and I'm kinda jealous of that tall kissing buddy of his. It's close to two
o'clock in the morning, but I don't feel tired, and anyway I'm having too
much fun with Junior. We're both still naked of course, so Junior stands,
and with a cigarette between his lips, he puts his ass in my face again and
spreads his ass cheeks apart, muttering, "Rim my ass, boy," as smokes
drifting from his nose. As I take over spreading his butt cheeks, I ask,
"Have you smoked before?" He goes, "Sure, why?" I flick my butt onto the
edge of the lifeguard stand and watch it roll off onto the sand, then I
mumble, "Hell, I don't know, Junior, I guess I shouldn't be surprised at
anything where you're concerned," and then I lick the back of his scrotum
and, keeping my tongue on him licking up to his asshole and continue up the
rest of his ass crack. It taste salty now. Junior's body shudders and he
wiggles his cute butt looking back at me exhaling smoke down to circle my
head. I do the long tongue lap up his ass crack again and the third lick I
stop at his anus and suck on the lips with Junior moaning again as his
cigarette smoke drifts away in the ocean breeze. Licking and sucking his
asshole for a bit, kinda getting turned-on myself, I get my tongue inside
and he lets out a squeal and jumps off the lifeguard stand, yelling, "I
almost had another orgasm!" This kid is so fucking lucky with all his
orgasms, it's like nuts. His dick's hard again with him inhaling the last
drag on his cigarette, then dropping it to the sand smirking at me while
grabbing at his ass. "That was crazy, Dylan, really sexy as hell." He
climbs back up on the lifeguard stand giggling his cute giggle, and gets on
my lap facing me with his legs dangling behind us over the back of the
bench. He gets his arms around my neck so I hug around his slender body,
and he says, "Next time I fuck you, lets both smoke a cigarette, okay?" I
mutter, "You're the boss, muppet," and we start making out again, and this
kid is good at it too!

He has his boned-up cock again, compliments of me rimming his ass, and the
hard spike bumps into my belly button as we move against each other licking
our tongues together and sucking each other's lips. My cock get boned-up
too as my hands travel over his body, a body that feels brand new, sleek,
and hairless. He's constantly wiggling on my lap and massaging my boner
with his shaved groin. I get my hands under his armpits and lift him up,
grunting, "Line up my dick and I'll show you something," he goes, "Oh boy,"
as he reaches behind him and takes my dick in his fingers and moving the
head to his asshole. He's skinny, but still heavy when lifting him this way
so I drop him down a couple of inches and he lets out a groan of pain,
"Aaaah," then, "Oh, shit, it hurts!" as I'm sucking air in between my teeth
because the sensations on my cock are awesome. I talk calmly, "It'll ease
up, Junior, be patient," but my arms are starting to shake with the weight
of him. I grunt, "Junior, use your hands on either side of the bench to
keep you from sitting down further, you know, until it feels better." He's
like, "Oh, yeah," and gets his hands next to his thighs relieving me of
most of his weight. "But it hurts, Dylan, and we don't have cigarettes like
I said," so I go , "Ya big, baby," and help him off my cock. He says,
"Thanks a lot for showing me that. Now I'm afraid to have Buster fuck me."
I go, "Buster? What the fuck kind of a name is that? And anyway, I've
fucked you before and it didn't hurt you all that much." He's sitting
snugly on my lap again with my buzzing boner between us. That lap fuck
would have felt so good except Junior wouldn't wait until his asshole
relaxed. Amateurs! He says, "That earlier time I didn't know how it was
suppose to feel and, I don't know, it didn't hurt as much for some
reason. And, Buster's my kissing partner's name, it's his nickname. Buster
Brown, that's what his father nicknamed him." I shrug, feeling horny
again. I go, "Okay, to hell with his name, you can do me again," and he's
like, "Well, you are my boy after all, so of course I can do you again. I
told ya I'd be fucking you four or five times a day if we lived close by."
I go, "You said three or four, now it's four or five?" He gets the palm of
his hand on each of my cheeks squeezing them together, saying, "You're so
cute I'm thinking four or five now. It's your fault for getting me so hot."
Climbing off my lap, he says, "All fours, Dylan," then, "Light us both a
cigarette too."

Junior's not inhibited about anything and it's rubbing off on me I
guess. I'm getting on my hands and knees six feet off the beach on this
lifeguard stand and anyone within a couple hundred yards of us can easily
see us. It's ludicrous, but we're doing it anyway. Rustling my cigarettes
out of my shorts' pocket from under the bench where they landed when I
hurriedly undressed earlier, I'm like, "A cigarette's just what we need,
Junior, as if we're not visible enough already, now we'll have little
lights in the night to help people see us here." Passing a lit cigarette to
Junior, he puts it between his lips and leaves it dangling, like a lady
shouldn't do, and then he uses both hands to play with my butt cheeks,
squeezing them and spreading them apart, then teasing my anus lips by
lightly poking the head of his boner against my asshole and just barely
parting the lips. Exhaling a drag of cigarette smoke, I look back and see
him grinning, holding his boner with only his forefinger and thumb as he
pokes it at my ass.  His cigarette's between his thumb and forefinger of
his other hand, he takes a drag letting the smoke out slowly, then mutters,
"Your hole is quivering, Dylan, like it's trying to grab hold of my cock."
I go, "Un huh," and takes a drag of my smoke wanting to feel his boner in
my ass. Junior presses his cock's head a half inch inside my ass and I feel
my anus tightening around it and get nicely stimulated, "Um, come on,
Junior, push it in," but he giggles, smoke circling his head, and pulls his
cock back out as I blow out a long exhale of cigarette smoke and shiver a
little with my anus tightening and, like he said, quivering. Junior pokes
his boner in an inch this time and my shoulders shudder with anticipation,
but he pulls it out again. After a drag on his cigarette he looks at it,
then takes another drag, mumbling, "I'm getting dizzy," so I'm like,
"Junior, what the fuck ya doing back there?" Putting the cigarette between
his grinning lips again, he sits on my back, his steel spike up against his
belly. "Don't yell at me, Dylan, that's not like you. I'm just having a
little fun," and another drag on the cigarette that he exhales towards my
head.

Losing patience I take a drag, wait a second, then say, "Fer Christsake,
we're up here on full display for anyone to see. Lets get on with it." He
slides up my back some more, smoke drifting from his nose as he giggles. I
feels the lips of his asshole along my spine as he moves towards my
shoulders, and then he goes over my head with his asshole leaving a trail
of dampness from salt water I pushed up there cleaning him. Turning around
he pulls his boner down, and with his cigarette dangling from his lips, he
mutters, "Open up," so I shrug and open my mouth to suck on his cock as
some random smoke drifts out of my mouth around his steel spike. He blows
smoke in my face, moaning, "Mmmm, feels good." He takes another drag of the
cigarette while I hold mine away from us, sucking on his tasty spike of
bone. Not a minute later a thin precum treat hits my tongue, and he says,
"I'm ready now," and naturally the brat goes back the way he came, almost
burning me with the cigarette that's now between his fingers as he gets a
leg over my neck and sits on my shoulders, then squirms his way back to my
buttocks. I shake my head, a little frustrated, and inhale off the
cigarette. Junior slides off my naked buttocks to stand behind me
again. It's odd, but Junior smoking while dragging his asshole over my back
is strangely sexy and I'm more than ready to be fucked. So is Junior, as he
mutters, "Here goes," and I look back at him just as he's plugging his cock
most of the way up my ass with me stifling a moan of pleasure, then a moan
slips out anyway, "Oooh." Junior takes a drag off his cigarette looking
much too young to smoke, the cigarette goes between his teeth this time and
he rubs the palms of his hand up my back while pushing the rest of his
three and a half inch boner up my ass, and leaning his groin area against
my ass tightly. Cigarette ashes from his cigarette fall on my back; then,
with smoke drifting from his nose and mouth, he asks, "Feel good, boy?" I
take a deep inhale, then mumble, "You know it does, Junior." He goes, "Hey,
you're suppose to call me muppet," and I'm thinking maybe I won't take this
brat home with me in my suitcase after all.

Junior pulls his cock all the way out and plugs it right back in, moaning,
"Hmmmm, aaah," then he takes a drag off his cigarette and starts fucking
me, slowly for him, which is to say a normal speed for most. He goes,
"Oooh, this feels so good," and it does too. Funny how my ass adjusts to
whatever size cock is in there. Junior smokes while keeping up a steady
thrusting and he's still doing the back rubbing thing too. It's the palms
of both hands rubbing up from my lower back to my shoulders. I see his
cigarette butt flying out over my head as Junior's leaning over me
squeezing my shoulders, all the while pumping his cock up my ass, getting
me very aroused, "Mmmmm, ooh, yeah, muppet, fuck that ass." He grips my
shoulders and lays the side of his face on the back of my neck maintaining
a steady fucking with his narrow hips moving nicely. I dump my butt off the
lifeguard stand just as Junior moans, "Aaaaah, yeah, muppet fucks his boy
good, huh, Dylan?" Damn, this fuck's the best one he's done on me yet! I
groan, "Mmmm, ooooh god, it feels good," and my cock's hard now, really
hard, and I love Junior's chest on my back and I can smell him too, him and
our sex. It's really hot and weird because my climax is coming on me fast
now, much sooner than normal. "Oooooh, Junior, uuuum, oh, oh, oh," and my
back arches, "Aaah, aaah," as my hips thrusts on their own and cum streams
from my hard cock with my body shaking and me doing Junior's whining
sounds, "Um, um, um" as Junior fucks more cum out of me. I'm dizzy with my
shoulders doing their shudder as sensations are flying around my ass and
groin. Without climaxing, Junior straightens up and slides up my back again
leaving a trail of precum on my back this time. Over my head he goes with
precum soaking into my hair. He hops off me, turns around and I already
have my mouth open and my tongue out. He slides his cock in on my tongue
and I suck and lick it hungrily. Thirty seconds tops, he's bucking his
groin against my face shooting his sperm into my mouth. Awesome tasting
creamy boy cum. I suck his balls dry, then he pulls his cock out and backs
up. He would have backed-up off the lifeguard stand if I hadn't reached out
and grabbed his wrist. As it is he almost went over backwards.

Regaining his balance, Junior, goes, "Holy shit, that was awesome, Dylan. I
thought you'd suck my balls right up through my cock," and he hugs my head
kissing the side of my face as I look down the beach and see two tiny
lights shimmering up and down as the beach patrol Jeep drives over the
uneven sand. "Quick, get dressed, Junior! Beach patrol." We're both dressed
in thirty seconds hopping off the lifeguard stand and running for the
parking lot a coupler hundred yards away from the ocean, all the while
watching the headlights getting bigger as they get closer. We're both out
of breath by the time we reach the parking lot and I can make out the Jeep
clearly with two guys in it pointing at us and yelling something. Junior
and I keep running until we're a block away from the beach where we make a
right turn and slow to a jog, breathing hard. Then we stop, I mutter, "Fuck
'em, like I said," and Junior mutters, "That was close." I nod my head, too
out of breath to talk. By now we're two blocks from my duplex and three
from Juniors. Walking quickly, Junior asks, "How come that fuck was so hot,
Dylan?" I go, "Damn if I know, but sometimes it's just hotter. It was for
me too. You got us all hot and bothered somehow. Maybe dragging your ass up
my back and over my head," as I feel my hair, adding, "Ya got fucking
precum in my hair too." He giggles, "Well our last fuck was the best, and
it'll be the one we'll remember the most, huh?" Last fuck? Damn, I'd like
to try that again, but not tonight. I go, "Um, ya mean you've finally had
enough?" He shrugs, then puts his arm around my waist, "Yep, I never
thought I'd say it, but I'm finally sexually satisfied at last." Hmmm, I
ask, "How about tomorrow?" and he says, "Probably not unless you nag me
into it." Well I'll be a son of a bitch! The nerve of this little muppet. I
mutter, "Don't hold your breath," and he goes, "Oh, I'm sorry, Dylan. If
you want me to fuck you again I'll be happy to, now stop your pouting,
okay?" Was I pouting? Who the fuck is the twenty year old here? I say, "I
wasn't pouting ya little muppet," and he giggles, "Yeah, ya were. I saw the
expression on your face. You were pouting because I said I've had enough,
but if you're going to pout about it we'll do it again just for you." Have
I said, 'Well I'll be a son of a bitch' yet? Yeah, I did, and the literal
meaning of that sucks so I won't say it again. Instead I'll say, 'Well I'll
be damned, the fucking nerve of this muppet'.

Coming to my senses I rub Junior's head, saying, "Hey, you're in charge,
remember? It's totally up to you." We're at my duplex now so we stop, and
Junior chuckles again, "That's what I expect my boy to say," and I ask, "Is
Buster gonna be your boy too?" Junior's like, "He don't know it yet, but
yeah, he is and it's all thanks to you. You're an awesome sex instructor."
I squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling, "Yeah, I hear that a lot." I give
him a kiss goodnight and he jogs off, saying over his shoulder, "See ya
tomorrow, Dylan, and thanks for everything." One last wave and I head
around to our steps at the side of the two story duplex. I'm noticing for
the first time, since we hopped off the lifeguard stand, that Junior's cum
is leaking out of my ass. Groping myself back there I take the steps two at
a time, then use my key to let myself in. There's a light peeking out at
the bottom of both the moms' bathroom doors so they got home not too long
ago. I check our bedroom and see Chubby's sleeping. Well, he is the younger
brother and unable to stay up as late as me and the moms. It's two-thirty
in the morning and all of a sudden I'm very tired, but a shower before bed
is a must. In the bathroom I turn the shower on, take a pee and brush my
teeth, then get under a nice hot shower. Aaah, it feels good, but I make it
a quick shampoo and body wash using my hands instead of a washcloth,
thinking, 'Am I really going to spend next weekend with John, who I hardly
know?' Dry and clean now I snuggle with Chubby under the covers and fall
asleep. I have a dream that I'm a stranger in a strange land with a metal
rod in my dick, Junior's with me, we're both tethered to something and
unable to move. It wakes me up and I wonder about that, but not for long
because I soon fall back into a deep sleep.

Next morning Chubby shakes me awake, "Come on sleepy head, lets have our
last breakfast on the boardwalk, bro." Coughing, then looking at my
watch... it's after ten o'clock already, and we check out at noon. Damn,
our vacation's over just like that. Getting out of bed I use the bathroom
and then get dressed, as Chubby's saying, "I got dibs on driving home," and
I go, "Be my guest, Chubby, I'm a little wiped out." He asks, "What'd ya do
last night? You were out really late." I go, "Um, hanging with
Junior. Walking the beach and stuff." As we're going down the steps, Chubby
goes, "I know Junior has a crush on you, but please tell me you didn't take
advantage of the babe." I go, "No, I most certainly didn't take advantage
of Junior, and he's no baby. He's eighteen years old, fer Christsake!" I
get a text and take out my iPhone to see it's from, who else but
Junior. 'Dylan, mom wants to beat the traffic. We're on our way to Sea Isle
again. I forgot we were gonna go there today . Sorry. Don't forget me,
love, muppet.' Chubby asks, "Who's it from?" and I hand him the iPhone, he
goes, "How do you do it, bro? Everyone loves you," and I'm like, "That is
just so wrong. I've many enemies and few loves." Passing me the phone back,
he laughs, then says, "That is just so wrong." I'm a little disappointed
Junior's gone, but when, and where, would we have had the opportunity to
have a farewell fuck? It's unlikely it would have happened even if his mom
hadn't taken off early. I say to Chubby, "Um, speaking of text messages, I
got one from Cory Dunlevy yesterday. He asked me to play for his bowling
team next Saturday in some league." Chubby says, "Yeah? Cory's a good kid,
a little shy, but he loosens up after awhile." I go, "Yeah, and you're the
one who loosened him up too." We walk up the ramp to the boardwalk, with
Chubby asking, "Well, are you going to bowl with him, he's another kid who
thinks you walk on water." I shrug, like I'm not sure, then say, "Yeah, I'd
hate to disappoint him. The trouble is there's an early morning match and
if we win, our next match is at night so I'd probably stay the night at his
place." Chubby goes, "Oh no, you mean I gotta do the brunch all by myself?"
I'm like, "Yeah, and how many times have I done it by myself?" He goes,
"You're right, Dylan, and I guess you'll need the Jeep for the weekend
too." I say, "Is that a problem?" and he quickly says, "Absolutely
not. It's half yours and any time you need it it's totally at your
disposal, assuming that is, you don't make a habit of hogging it." I laugh
out loud, as Chubby goes, "What?"

We both buy a breakfast sandwich and coffee. Over at the beach side of the
boardwalk we pick an empty bench along the railing and sit facing the beach
and ocean eating our breakfast. I've got a roaring guilty conscience from
lying to Chubby. I didn't lie about not taking advantage of Junior because
I didn't take advantage of him. He nagged me into sex initially and soon
after that he decided he was in charge so, no, I didn't take advantage of
him. My lie about the weekend hurts though. It's a monster lie that can't
be brushed off as being of the little white lie variety. I hate lying to
Chubby, but he has secrets from me too. Not like when we were young and we
entrusted everything to each other. My lying started when fat Carl began
fucking me and then that summer Chubby and I had different jobs and secrets
began accumulating. We're probably better than most brothers with being
honest with one another, just not as good as we used to be. After
swallowing the last of his sandwich, Chubby asks, "Is Robby going to be
upset you'll be away the first weekend you're back from vacation?" I'm not
that hungry because of my conscience, so I pass the uneaten half of my
sandwich to Chubby, muttering, "I'm not very hungry this morning." Chubby
grins, "I am," and he bites into it, as I say, "Robby probably won't
mind. He's busy tonight and it's my first night back, so ya know..." Chubby
goes, "Um, trouble in paradise?" I shrug, "Nah, it'll be fine. We've been
texting and emailing all week, he just has something he needs to do
tonight." Now I'm feeling a little blue because Robby didn't miss me enough
to skip one Saturday night with Travis Pickles, if it even is Travis he's
going out with. Who am I to talk anyway... I'm spending next weekend with
basically a stranger in a strange land with my dick getting pierced so I
can be taken for a walk like a dog. Even though I'm doubting myself, my
cock gets firm so obviously it's something I want to experience for
myself. Then my dream comes back to me. Yeah, a stranger in a strange land,
and maybe it wasn't Junior tethered with me, but acne boy, Billy. Jesus!

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

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