Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2016 09:27:07 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME  Chapter  19

DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME



Chapter  19



by  Donny Mumford



Sunday afternoon walking with Charlie on the beach I'm thinking  that it
surprises me he has a kinky side, but a fetish for toenail polish has to
qualify as 'kinky' I would think. He's seems so, I don't know, so youthful and
innocent. Can't tell a book by its cover though. Toenail polish though,
that's a  new one to me though. He says, "We're gonna have a really good date
tonight," so  I ask, "What else are we gonna do besides painting toenails?" He
takes his arm  from across my shoulders, saying, "Never mind, um, could you
stop for a second."  I stop and he drops to his knees looking closely at my
feet, then lifts my right  foot, six inches from his face, and examines it
closely. Looking up at me, he  says in a most sincere manner, "Awesome feet,
Dylan! Oh my God, your feet are  perfect." I go, "Yeah, everybody tells me
that," and he stands chuckling, then  mutters, "No they don't." We start
walking again, as I ask, "What got you out of  your shell, Charlie? You
wouldn't say two words last night or earlier this  afternoon." He shrugs, "I was
checking you out to determine if you were nice.  Plus I was pissed-off about
being stuck half the day with that jackass, Ronny  Tarleckie." I'm like, "Oh,
so you were pouting, huh?" He goes, "Yeah, there was  some pouting, but
mostly it was me checking you out." "Did I check out okay?" He  goes, "Oh yeah,
but now I'm worried you may be too damn cool for me, so that  concern
slowed me down as well." I grin, saying, "Actually I am too cool for  you." He
shrugs, "Yeah, I know you are, but I'm still painting your  toenails."

Smirking and putting my arm around the back of his neck, I say,  "Well,
then I get to give you a haircut," and he's like, "Do you know how to cut
hair?" I go, "Better than you know how to polish toenails I'll bet." He shrugs,
"I very much doubt that, but okay, my hair could use a trim." Huh, just
like  that he's okay with me cutting his hair. We walk a bit, then I ask, "So
you  don't have a boyfriend, huh?" He squirms away from the arm I have around
the  back of his neck, saying, "He's not my boyfriend exactly, um... we
don't call  each other 'boyfriends'." Teasing him, I put my arm around the back
of  his neck again, asking, "He's your fuck-buddy then?" and Charlie snorts
a laugh,  mumbling, "We don't call each other that either," then he adds,
"Your arm around  my neck makes us look like fags." I go, "We are fags," and
he says, "We don't  need to advertise it, do we?" I go, "No, we don't, but
we don't need to hide it  either." He chuckles and leans into my side, "Okay,
you're older and wiser than  me, cooler too, so I guess you know best," and
he puts his arm around the back  of my waist. I laugh, "Maybe you were
right after all, Charlie," and we let go  of each other.

We walk for another minute, then I ask, "Where we going?" Glancing  at me,
he goes, "I don't know. Where should we go?" Looking at my watch: it's  only
three-thirty, so I'm like, "What the fuck, we can go to my place if you
want to mess around a little. No one will leave the beach before five o'clock,
 at the earliest." He nods his head, "Okay, but we should buy condoms
first."  Pulling on his arm to get him walking toward the street, I ask,
"Condoms, huh?  How many times have you had need of a condom?" He shrugs, "None of
your  business," and I'm like, "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He laughs, "Not
the way  you mean, no. I've never taken a hard penis up my ass, but I've
fucked guys up  the ass and I've fucked girls in their twats." I can't stop
laughing at that  because he said it so dead seriously. He's grinning, not
real sure what's so  funny. I mumble, "Twat," and he snorts a laugh, asking,
"Haven't you fucked a  twat?" I go, "No, I can't say that I have."

We walk a little bit more, then he mutters, "Neither have I." I  ask, "How
about the other thing?" Shrugging, he holds up one finger, blushing  again.

"So you're not a virgin then. You've had sex once," and he goes, "I'm  just
barely not a virgin." I go, "We don't need a condom then," and he stops,
"Really?" I nod, then squeeze the back of his neck, muttering, "Really." After
a  second or two, I add, "But you definitely should use one when you're
with anyone  besides me." He says, "Cool," and squeezes the back of my neck
giving me a chill  down my spine. Whatever touching I do to him, he does it
right back to me. We're  on the sidewalk now and it's stifling hot as we head
toward our condos. I  go, "Ya know, it's against the law in Wildwood to walk
on the street without a  shirt on." He says, "Yeah, I know."


We continue walking wearing only our bathing suits and sandals. I  ask,
"You nervous about us having sex?" and of course he shrugs because he  shrugs
at anything I say. He goes, "Nervous? Nope, are you?" I go, "HA!" Charlie
says, "We'll stop at my condo first so I can get my pedicure case." I laugh,
and  he says, "Seriously, no joking around, you're going to get a pedicure
from me.  It'll be awesome for your feet, and I like doing it." I go, "Do
tell," and he  says, "I might even do your fingernails if you're nice." I'm
shaking my head,  mumblings, "That's alright, I cut my own fingernails, thank
you very  much."

At his condo Charlie stops, looks at me a second, then shrugs  mumbling,
"Guess I'll get my pedicure stuff now," and he starts up the steps,  adding,
"I'll be right out, Dylan," and I go, "I don't want to do that toenail  shit,
so don't bother getting...." but he disappears up the steps to his deck,
saying over his shoulders. "You'll do it." Oh man, I'm rubbing my face,
thinking, 'I guess I will at that'. Don't wanna disappoint Charlie boy'. A
minute later he comes down the steps fast carrying a small nylon bag that  looks
like a flimsy toiletry kit. "C'mon, Dylan. You'll need to get me a big pot
we can soak your feet in it." I shake my head again looking up in the air,
rolling my eyes. At the steps to my deck we take our sandals off and use the
 hose to rinse sand from out feet, then carry our sandals up the steps.

Charlie  says, "We need to do this inside, out of this blaring sun." The key to
the  condo is hidden under the flower pot next to the deck's door where no
burglar  would ever think to look for it. I get it and let us inside where
it's  cool.

As soon as we're inside Charlie starts going through the kitchen  cabinets
and soon comes up with a lobster pot that be puts under the kitchen  faucet.

Turning on the hot water, he says, "We don't want this too hot, but it
should be more than warm." I mumble, "I don't want it at all, no matter the
temperature." He points, "Sit there in that kitchen chair; the one with the
cushion. You need to be comfortable." Shaking my head, but resigned to going
along with him, I sit in the appointed chair and he carries the pot over
setting  it down in front of me. I give him a blank stare as he grins, saying,
"You may  think this is silly now, but you'll change your tune soon
enough." He gets on  his knees, lifts my right foot and massages it with strong
fingers. It's a deep  foot massage that almost hurts. After about a minute he
puts that foot in the  hot water and works on my other foot. A minute later
both my feet are in the  water almost vibrating as I adjust myself on the
chair, asking, "Don't you mind  touching my feet?" He mumbles, "I loved
touching your feet, and I'll be touching  your calves too, but later." That sounds
okay. I watch him get up and go into my  bedroom. He's carrying a hand towel
when he comes  back.

Laying the towel beside him, he quietly says, "Let me see your  hands,
Dylan." I hold them out and he takes my right hand in both of his, then  sort of
caressing my hand. His hand feels good on mine. After studying my
fingernails, he nods his head, saying, "I'm happy to see that you're very  healthy,
Dylan." I mutter, "I'm happy about that too, but how can you tell?" He
goes, "Fingernails tell stories. A touch of white here, a rosy tinge there, some
 rippling or bumps on the nails, any of those signs may be indications of
disease. Problems in the liver, lungs, and heart can show up in your nails.

No  worries though 'cause you've got perfect nails," and he looks at me,
adding,  "Like your perfect face." Nodding my head I realize his seriousness is
giving me  a bit of a trance-like sense that's very pleasant. Because of
that I don't say  anything and he feels free to go about his  business.

As my feet soak in the hot water, still feeling tingly from the  hard
massage, Charlie turns his attention to the toiletry kit he brought with  him. He
lays out a little bottle of what could only be pink fingernail polish.

Next he pulls out a number of one-inch tube-like gauze thingies, and some kind
of stone, then a big fingernail clipper, a bottle of white skin cream, and
lastly an emery board. While doing all that he's in front of me on his
knees  sitting back on his ankles. I'm staring at his face intrigued by how
comfortable  he appears to be doing this very odd foot thing. I'm assuming he
basically has a  weird version of a foot fetish.

Charlie has a serious expression on his cute face as he points at  each
item he's laid out on the tile floor, as if he's checking that he hasn't
forgotten anything. The way the sunlight from the window hits his face turns his
short, skimpy pale beard a reddish color. He has a thin mustache and
whiskers  along his jaw line, and also some at the point of his chin. Well it's
not a  point, his chin is rounded without being a cleft or butt chin. Huh, I
feel my  upper lip hoping to feel something. I shaved but so far nothing's
grown back out  yet. I'm optimistic though.

I've jokingly kissed Charlie once or twice today and now I notice  his lips
and understand why the kiss was so hot. Nice lips. He's looking down at
the paraphernalia he's laid out and I notice his eyelashes are longish, but
not  thick; they're delicate looking. In fact his whole face is delicate
looking, and  the little bit of sunburn he got today makes him look even younger
and  cuter.

Without speaking or looking at me he lifts my right foot out of the  water
and dries it with the hand towel before setting it down gently, as if he's
afraid of breaking it. Then the same for my other foot. The lobster pot is
moved  out of the way and he picks up my right foot to massage it some more,
but gently  this time. His head is down as he looks only at my foot.

Charlie's blond hair  shines in the sunlight streaming through the window. He must
have combed his  hair when he went inside to get his pedicure stuff. The
part on the side is  impossibly straight, like you'd draw a straight line with
a ruler. The thin line  of scalp in his 'part' is pink from the sun. He's
slim, and bending forward his  back is curved showing a few spinal vertebrae
bumps. His flat triangular wing  bones move as he massages my foot. In this
position his bathing suit is lifted  away and I can see the beginning of his
cute ass. Huh, the top of his ass crack  is just visible too, but Charlie
doesn't care, he's totally dedicated to my  right foot.

It actually feels really good having my foot massaged like this,  and when
he's done massaging it my foot's warm and tingly. Charlie leans further
over to kiss my foot, then lays his cheek on the top of it with his nose almost
 touching my toes. I think about wiggling my toes, but don't because my
trance  seems to be deepening and it feels too good to fuck around by wiggling
my toes  and maybe losing some of my trance. Lifting his face off my foot he
kisses my  toes and then very gently licks them a few times. Taking a deep
breath Charlie  lifts up and sits back on his ankles again with his head
back and his eyes  closed. His swimsuit has a big tent at the lap, a tent that
he doesn't touch.  Another long deep breath from Charlie, then a sigh as he
exhales. Without  looking up he leans forward again and does all the same
things with my left  foot. His is a much more sophisticated foot fetish
procedure than the one Chubby  used to do some years ago, and it's fascinating to
watch. I feel honored, or  something, so I don't want to ruin it for
Charlie. And even though I'm feeling  self-conscious, I submerge that feeling to
enjoy the trance sensation. It's not  like the trance a dominant sex partner,
like Ryan, can bring on me, but it's  still a pretty good one.

The stone thing he laid out has the word 'pumice' stamped on  top and he
uses it to rub below my big toe, for reasons unknown. He's uber  conscientious
with this, doing it on my heel too, then my other foot. He holds  my foot
in his left hand while doing stuff with his right hand. The weight of my
foot causes a bulging of his left arm's bicep muscle. I'm not helping to hold
my  foot up at all; the entire weight is on his hand. Charlie never takes his
eyes  off my feet to look up at me. It's as though I'm not here, only my
feet. Now he  opens the bottle of skin lotion and, with my feet on the floor,
he rubs the skin  cream on my legs up to my knees. Both hands encircling my
calf move up and down  on my leg. This starts my dick moving around a little
inside my bathing suit.  I'm mesmerized by now; it feels real nice and I
know it's sexually stimulating  Charlie. The leg massaging goes on for maybe
two minutes, and then it's my feet  that get skin cream rubbed into them.

Very pleasurable experience I must  say.

When he's finished rubbing skin lotion into my feet he stands up  and
stretches, still not looking directly at me. His back arches with his arms  back
and his significant boner pushing the lap of his bathing suit comically way
out. I'm staring at his lap fully invested in my dreamy trance, happy to be
 experiencing one again. Another deep breath from Charlie before he sits
back on  his ankles again and now he does stroke his cock through the bathing
suit  material. He has a very contentedly happy expression on his face and
that makes  me feel good for him and I'm determined not to ruin that, or do
anything that  will cause my trance to evaporate into thin air. Trances are
very tentative  things and can easily slip away. If someone knocked on the
door, or a cellphone  rang, or Charlie said something above a whisper, any of
those things would pop  my trance like a needle popping a balloon.

Charlie supports my right foot in his left hand again and  meticulously
clips my toenails. This creates a disturbance in my trance because  no one I'm
aware of has ever clipped my toenails before, except me obviously.  What
saves the trance is the fact there's no 'clipping' sound as he does it. The
ten minute soaking in hot water, plus the lotion has softened my nails. He
clips, clips, clips without making the toenails especially short. He's
apparently more interested in the shape than the length. Finished clipping on  one
foot, he uses the emery board to smooth out and finish the shape of my
toenails. I'm lying back on the chair totally relaxed within my trance, my eyes
 half closed watching the surreal workings of a pedicurist. I have no idea
how  long this has been going on but I'm sure it's not been as long as it
seems. I'd  actually like him to start over. Then it hits me that this trance
is similar to  ones I've had at times when getting a haircut from Ryan. That
doesn't make any  sense though because I don't have a foot fetish, I have a
haircut fetish. While  that's true, it does feel very much the same for
some  reason.

Finally Charlie's satisfied with my toenails and he puts a hand on  each of
my knees for support as he stands up. Leaning over he kisses me softly  on
the lips, whispering, "You're awesome to let me do this." His eyes look so
big this close to mine. Unconsciously the tip of my tongue licks across my
lips  as I barely nod my head acknowledging his compliment. He walks off with
me  watching him go into the kitchen. Smelling the back of my hand I'm
feeling  nicely relaxed sitting and glad there's more to come. Turning, he asks,
"Can I  get a bottle of water from the refrigerator?" My trance starts
slipping away as  I mumble, "Sure". He gets a bottle and drinks half of it in
one long gulp after  gulp. Walking back with the half bottle of water he
gently pushes my head back a  little and puts the bottle to my lips for me to
drink a few gulps. As I gulp the  water we look into each other's eyes. Charlie
stares at me while holding my head  back and that brings on a delicious
submissive trance that gets my dick hard.  Unaware of my sexy trance, Charlie
takes the bottle away and roughly rubs my  head as I stifle a moan. My feet
feel really good, and now so does my  pecker.

Getting on his knees in front of me again he opens the little  bottle of
nail polish. I want to ask if this is really necessary? The pedicure  was nice
but why nail polish?" In my gooey submissive trance though I don't want  to
speak. Reading my mind, and without looking up, he mumbles, "I know you're
going to let me do this, so there's no sense pretending you're not." I
barely  shrug, not that he sees me do it, admitting to myself that he's correct.

When I  don't say anything he does look up at me grinning, "Oh, I didn't
really think  you'd let me. I was bluffing." That comment reduces my
submissive trance  significantly as he puts one of those inch-long gauzy tube
thingies between my  big toe and the one next to it. Hoping to regain some of my
lost submissive  sense I say nothing and he proceeds to put the gauze thingies
between all my  toes. Unscrewing the top of the bright pink nail polish
bottle he pulls out the  tiny brush and paints my big toenail pink. He has a
very steady hand. I watch  him as I'm slipping back into another submissive
trance. A mild one, but it's a  nice one. One by one he paints all my toenails
pink. I want to ask him why pink,  but I don't want to fuck-up another
trance.

Done painting my toenails, he holds the heel of both my feet off  the
ground in the palms of his hands and blows on my toenails to dry them. When
they've dried hard he fondles my feet for a while, kissing and licking them.

After fondling my toenail painted feet for three or four minutes he groans,
his  face flush as he stands up and pulls his swimsuit down. His hard boner
bounces  up and down once before he gets it in his fist. Leaning in towards
me, I  tentatively take it in my fingers looking up at him. Then, looking down
at his  cock I see there's a bubble of clear precum forming at the pee slit
of his  extremely hard penis. It grows bigger and bigger until finally the
wetness rolls  down the shaft to my fingers. Charlie gasps, "Please... um,
please,' so I take it  in my mouth and suck on the head, then lick some of the
hard shaft into my mouth  too. He has a fat seven inch boner with dark blond
pubic hairs surrounding his  big cock and big set of balls. Ya just never
know what's in a guy's pants, do  ya?

Charlie has a hand on each of my shoulders with his chin on top of  my head
as I suck his cock. He's moaning, deeply aroused. I suck, lick, and  stroke
his large cock for a minute or so before his hips buck, he makes a
strangling noise in his throat shooting too much creamy cum into my mouth and  some
of it drools out both sides and rolls down my chin. He's leaning his belly
against my nose, smelling good, as his hips grind and another good string
of cum  shoots into my mouth. I swallow what I can, then suck on the head to
drain his  nuts. A few drools come out and then he collapse onto my lap, a
leg on either  side of mine, chest to chest, his forehead on my shoulder. I
feel his body  shudder as he takes deep breaths while I rub both my hands up
and down his back,  then pat his back like I'm trying to get a baby to burp.

Needless to say my  cock's a rock in my bathing suit.

He coughs, then sits up with a startled look on his face, maybe  because he
feels my boner pressing my bathing suit against the inside of his  leg.

Standing now, Charlie steps out of his swimsuit and gets a leg on either  side
of me again. His limp cock hangs down level with my face as he asks,
"Should I face you or have my back to you?" He wants me to fuck him? It's my  turn
to be startled, but I recover quickly, mumbling, "Oh, um, yeah, good idea.

Get that body lotion first, Charlie." He nods his head too fast and bends
down  to pick up the tube of body lotion, handing it to me. I stand now
myself,  pulling my swimsuit below my knees. Charlie looks at my boner, "Nice,
but not as  nice as mine." He reaches down to rub around my shaved pubic area,
murmuring, "I  like that you shave your pubes. Cool." My submissive trance
unfortunately  evaporated a minute ago. Sitting again, I'm spreading the
lotion on my cock,  stroking it into an even tighter boner while mumbling,
"Nobody likes a braggart,  Charlie, but your cock is impressive. I gotta admit
that." He rubs my head  again, mumbling, "Yours's is nice too." Reaching
behind him I smear lotion on  his asshole, then push a finger past his sphincter
muscle and Charlie falls  against me with his arms around my shoulders, the
side of his face against the  side of mine as he goes, "Oooh." In this
position I finger fuck his ass a half  dozen times without any further response
from him. Taking my finger out of his  ass, I motion for him to sit facing
me, he sits on my thighs in front of my  boner getting his fist around it and
stroking it a few times, asking me, "Will  you promise to stop if it hurts
too much?" I nod my head, mumbling, "Of course I  will."

His cock is limply hanging down against the inside of his right  thigh now,
shiny with my saliva that's glistening in the sunlight from the  window. As
Charlie tightly strokes my boner he's quietly saying, "I've always  wanted
to feel a hard cock up my ass." Pushing his hand off my boner, I mumble.

"First time, huh?" He looks me in the eyes, saying, "For a real cock, yeah,
but  I've had many big dildos up my ass though." I go, "Ya don't say," and he
goes,  "Yeah, this kid, Geoff, and I mess around with some pretty hot
dildos, then we  blow each other. We use condoms even on the dildos, and then one
time I got  carried away and fucked him with my big boner, but that's pretty
much it." Huh.  I ask, "Do the dildos hurt you?" Naturally he shrugs, then
says, "Um, no, should  they?" I shrug, and say, "There's no 'should they
hurt'. They either do or they  don't. How big was the dildo?" He takes my boner
in his fist again, grinning  while saying, "Bigger than this dick of
yours." I go, "Let's do it then," and  Charlie gives my cock one last tight
squeeze, asking, "Okay, but can we make-out  first?" I get my arms around his
waist, "Sure," and he wraps his arms around the  back of my neck as our lips
meet.

This kid kisses overly enthusiastically, like he doesn't know what  he's
doing. Not that it's unpleasant so much as it's overwhelming. Pulling my  head
back, I say, "No, do it like this," and I kiss him while gently sucking on
his lips as my tongue moves over his." Charlie squirms on my legs and moves
his  tongue a little, then pulls away saying, "That's getting my dick
hard." I go,  "Yeah, that's the point of making-out. It's foreplay, now let's do
it together,"  and it quickly gets the attention of my boner. Charlie's
kissing and sucking on  my lips while his tongue slides against mine as he's
stroking his cock, the back  of his fist bumping my belly with each stroke. By
the time we break apart we're  both gasping for air. We're naked of course,
rubbing our bare chest together as  we kiss and I'm becoming more and more
aware of his personal scent. It's finally  coming through the smells of the
beach and ocean that cling to us after our  ocean swim. I really like his
skinny body and his long hair that falls around my  face when we're kissing,
tickling my cheeks with its silky  feel.

Charlie likes making out and, with him sitting on my legs, his arms  around
my neck, we do it until I'm not the only one with a boner. He's sprung
another hard one. I should have turned the air conditioning to a lower
temperature, but it felt cool when we first came in. Now we're both sweaty.  That's
especially true where our bodies meet: between the bottom of his thighs
and the top of mine, and where his arms are around my neck, our faces dripping
 with perspiration, and our bellies and chests sweaty as well. It's very
sexy the  way Charlie lays against me when we kiss, but I finally say, "Jesus,
I'm getting  blue balls, Charlie. How about sitting on my cock now?" He
wants to make out  some more though and his face slides against mine as he
murmurs, "I like making  out with you," and he's getting good at it too. I
squirm against him as our  mouths suck and slurp, making wet sounds in between
our grunts and moans of  arousal.

Oh my God, our lips, and all around our mouths and chins, are  covered with
our combined saliva that drools and drips onto our chests. Fuck!  I'm so
hot with sexual desire I finally lift under his thighs near his ass, but
can't lift him enough, so he moans, "Okay, okay," and lifts up off my legs.

Positioning my cock at his asshole he sits on it and my cock tightly passing
his  sphincter muscle. I go, "Oooh!" and he leans his face against my shoulder
 tightening his hold around my neck while blowing a misty exhale where my
neck  meets my shoulder. He murmurs, "Feels good," then tightly and steadily
sits all  the way down on it until he's flat against the top of my thighs.

He goes,  "Oooooh, ummmm, oooh, fuccck that feels good." He starts hopping up
and down  about five inches until he almost pulls off my cock. Taking a
break and sits on  my legs fully impaled by my throbbing boner. He's moaning
and squirming his ass  making a sort of squealing sound before once again
resting flat on my legs, his  arms squeezing around my neck.

I'm biting my lip, quietly moaning at the sensations flowing off  the head
of my cock that's so sexily and tightly encased in his rectum. Catching  his
breath, Charlie again moves up and down on my hard cock grunting each time
he lands on my lap. I'm soon right on the edge of climax, running the
fingers of  both hands in his long hair. It's fuckin' sexy! We're sweating all
over by now  as Charlie does slower but steady lifting and sitting, my
shoulders shuddering  which gets his shoulders doing the same. My cock is alive
with the most awesome  sizzling sensations, but now gratefully I'm past the
scare of premature  ejaculation so I can concentrate on my cock and how
amazingly encases it is in  his ass. What a fantastic feeling. I can feel Charlie's
leg muscles tighten  every time he lifts up on his toes sliding up my cock
and then back down. It  goes on for a few minutes until he turns his face on
my shoulder, his wet lips  on my ear, mumbling, "My right leg feels like my
calve muscles are cramping,  Dylan. What should I do?" I get both hand
under his butt cheeks pulling him up a  couple of inches, telling him, "Stay up
like this," and I begin humping my hips  driving my cock back and forth in
his ass. He starts moaning constantly; a low,  "Oh, oh, oh, oh," with every
drive up his ass. With my shorts thrusts the head  of my cock is constantly
on his prostate button and he can't squirm against me  enough. His moaning
and his chest sliding against mine. The sensations from that  and my throbbing
cock are making both of us shudder and  shake.

In less then a minute of my humping hips and piston-driven boner my  orgasm
comes on me hot and heavy. I'm seeing stars as my body stiffens and I
spastically hump wildly, then stop to hold my crotch tight against his buttocks
humping against him squealing and shooting a long stream of cum up his ass,
then  another shot that has me dizzy with sexual pleasure. I'm gasping, my
heart  thundering in my chest as the sizzling sensations of orgasm are
spiraling out  from my groin up my belly, then throb at the top of my legs.

Another little  squirt of cum shoots from my cock before I relax and stop
humping. Charlie gasps  and starts hopping on my lap again until he squeals a
similar squeal to mine and  shoots two short squirts of cum on our chests, then a
smaller spurt on our  stomachs before collapsing against me, his ass flat
on my legs. We lean against  one another sweetly and limply. I take a deep
breath savoring the last buzz of  my dying orgasm, then hug Charlie around his
back, a really tight  hug.

He lifts his head and says to me, "Okay, that was much better than  a dildo
orgasm. Much, much better and it didn't hurt at all." I'm content having
him sit on my legs with my cock up his ass, him laying against me for as long
as  he wants, but he lifts up, then stands with my cock flopping out of his
ass  followed by some of my spunk drooling out onto the top of my left leg
as he  backs away a few steps, then says, "We're going to do this again,
right?" I nod  my head, then glance down at my pink toenails and snort out a
laugh. He goes,  "What?" I'm shaking my head a little, pointing at my toes. He
says, "Oh, that.  I'm doing your fingernails too." Taking a deep breath, I
stand up pulling on my  dick a few times, then ask, "Didn't that hurt your
ass at all? I mean, the way  you slid right down my boner." He shrugs, "A
tiny bit, but mostly it felt like  the best thing I've ever felt. I absolutely
loved it and from now on I'm going  to let Geoff fuck me all he wants. He
can fuck me until I'm walking bowlegged  for all I care." The he makes a face,
adding, "He probably won't want to  though." I let that pass, still
enjoying my latest orgasm while watching  Charlie. He's looking behind him, wiping
at the cum drooling from his asshole,  asking, "Ya got a paper towel or
something?" I pull some Kleenex from a box and  hand them to him.

As he wipes his ass we both bring the back of our hands to our  noses. He's
not looking at me but I see him do it at the same time I did it and  it
makes me chuckle and pull my hand away, saying, "That's a weird habit you got
there, dude." He looks at me, "Whaddaya mean?" I go, "Smelling the back of
your  hand," and he does it some more, grinning and mumbling, "I smell good.

If you  don't like it you can eat a shit sandwich and die." Yeah, right. I
go, "Ya wanna  take a shower?" He nods his head, "Yeah, but the outdoor
shower." We put our  bathing suits on and he looks down at all his pedicure
stuff, saying, "I'll do  your fingernails after the shower." I mutter, "Not
likely."

We take turns in the shower with Charlie going first, basically  just
rinsing off the perspiration, not soaping up or shampooing. To my surprise  I see
it's only four o'clock. We did all that stuff in a half hour! It seemed
like much longer. I hand him the towel I carried down with me and then I step
under the shower. Two minutes later Charlie hands me the same towel, that's
damp  now, and I sort of dry off. It's very hot out here but it feels good
after the  basically cold shower. I ask, "Ya want a cigarette?" and he
shakes his head, "No  thanks, I'll smoke a joint but not a cigarette." Well,
they're upstairs anyway.  The moms usually leave the beach around five so we
have enough time to fuck  around again, but I don't feel like it. We start up
the steps as I ask, "You  have nail polish remover, right?" He shakes his
head, "No, sorry. I wanna do  your fingernails now." I mumble, "We're not doing
that. We're stopping at that  CVS across the street and buying nail polish
remover to get this pink shit off  my toenails, then we're going to the
beach and see what everyone's been up  to. He shrugs and says, "Okay."

Back up the steps we go, and into the condo. I get a cigarette as  Charlie
repacks his pedicure stuff, saying, "Tomorrow, okay? We'll do it again
tomorrow, or later tonight would be even better." I go, "If it works out, sure.

That was some hot recreational sex we just had. I really enjoyed it,
Charlie."  He snorts, "Really enjoyed it doesn't nearly do it justice. That was
awesome!  Both my foot fetish and you blowing me were awesome experiences, and
then you  topped that by using your hard cock to fuck my virgin ass.

Totally awesome!"  Gee, it's nice being appreciated, but he did most of the work
during our 'lap'  fuck.

I buy the nail polish remover and smoke a cigarette as we walk to
Charlie's condo so he can drop off his little satchel of pedicure implements.

Sitting on a deck chair finishing my smoke Charlie removes the nail polish  from
my toenails. He kisses each of my feet again, telling me, "In case you
don't know, your feet are the most perfectly shaped feet I've ever seen." I
start to say, "Yeah, everyone says..." but he jumps in with, "No they don't,"

then  he goes, "How about my haircut?" Surprised he'd bring that up, I ask, "Ya
got a  good pair of scissors?" He shrugs, "I don't know. I'll look in the
kitchen  drawers." While he does that I sit here enjoying the memory of our
buddy sex,  thinking we did too much making-out, but he wanted to so what's
the harm? My  orgasm was a big one and came out wicked fast burning my pee
slit slightly. That  added to the thrill of climax. Charlie's a nice little
Wildwood side-sex buddy.  Lucky break that he's cute too, and with a big dick
to boot. I want to feel that  up my ass next time. Yeah, but what's that
mean: to boot? It infers a bonus I  think, but why? Then I think, 'Damn, I
should have thought to bring my barber  stuff with me just in case. Dumb!

Charlie comes out with a pair of blue handled Fiskars brand scissors that
are sold everywhere. There too clunky to be barber  scissors but they're very
sharp so they'll do in a pinch. I say, "Yeah, these  are okay, but I need a
comb too." He makes a face, asking, "A comb, and what  else?" I do an
exaggerated shrug making him grin, then I go, "And nothing else."  He goes inside
again for a minute and comes out with a generic comb. He sits  down saying,
"Cut off about an inch. No more than that though." I nod my head  and comb
hair up from the scalp letting the comb go up his long hair into the  curly
part, then take the top inch and a half between the forefinger and middle
finger of my left hand. The scissors in my right hand go; "Scrunch," cutting
through the hairs just above my fingers and the cut hairs hits his
shoulder,  then slides down to his lap. He picks up some of the severed hairs,
mumbling,  "Yeah, that's the right length to cut off."

Someone who doesn't know how to cut hair would just let the hair  hang
normally and cut an inch off the bottom, but that's the wrong way to do it.  It
would leave a blunt cut all around looking like shit. The correct way is the
 way I did it because it creates a mini layered affect with the hairs lower
on  his head hanging down further than the ones higher. I explain that to
Charlie as  I comb up the next batch of hairs. He says, "I don't get it," and
I go, "No harm  in that. Take my word for it." It's either obvious to a
person, or like with  Charlie, not obvious and not worth my effort to explain
it further. It takes  five minutes to work my way around his head and then
cut some long hairs from  his sideburns so his hair doesn't look like a girl's
hairdo. If I had clippers I  could have given him a buzz cut in the same
five minutes it took me to do this  trim. Probably few people will even notice
his hair's been cut, but I notice  that it looks neater because the frayed
ends are gone, and he has more of a guy  look with shorter sideburns. I say,
"That's it, Charlie, you look better, dude."  He stands up running his
fingers through his hair, saying, "You look good with  that buzz cut, but I
don't think I would." I shrug while smelling the back of my  hand and he
chuckles, mumbling, "Hey, don't mock my habit." As I'm explaining to  Charlie that
I have the same habit he has, we walk the two blocks to the  beach.

Chubby and Ellie aren't among the group we find there, but everyone  else
is. The first thing Charlie's mom says to him is, "Oh, Charlie, you finally
got a haircut, honey. It looks very nice, but why not let Dylan cut it
shorter."  We both looks surprised, but obviously my mom told Mrs. Barns about my
 haircutting skills. Rider and Bud have conservative short haircuts, if a
bit  nondescript, and they both agree with Mrs. Barns that Charlie should try
a  shorter hair style. Charlie mutters, "I don't know, maybe," and then he
asks me  to keep him company for a swim. As we head down the beach, he says,
"That was  getting boring. Do you think my hair should be shorter?" I
mumble, "It's what  you think that matters," and I mess his hair, then do the run
into the ocean  with Charlie right behind me.

We swim and float in water up to our nipples with Charlie asking me  what I
think of his pedicure. I unsuccessfully try to shrug while floating on my
back, then say, "It's more of a foot fetish than a pedicure, Charlie, but
fetishes are mostly harmless," and then tell him about my haircut fetish and
how  I may go to barber college after graduating Merrimack. He wants to
know, "If  you're already an accomplished barber, why go to school for it?" I
go, "Because  you need a license if you want your own barbershop, or at least
I think you do."  He tells me he doesn't know what he wants to do after
graduating. We swim down  past the boardwalk, then body surf into the beach.

Wiping water from his face,  Charlie's saying, "Damn, I wish you could fuck me
again." I mumble, "We don't  have a safe place to do it or I'd be all over
your cute ass. As a matter of fact  I'm looking forward to feeling your
prodigious boner up my butt hole." He goes,  "Really? I'd like that, but was
afraid to ask. You'd let me do it?" We're  walking up the beach toward where our
chairs are as I explain, "Sure. Actually I  like 'bottoming' best, but
'topping' ain't bad either. Gay sex in general is  kind of my favorite thing to
do. My boyfriend and I do it all the time." He  goes, "Jeez, before today
I've done it only once. Do you do it more than once a  day?" I pat his
shoulder, saying, "Often." He goes, "You're my  hero."

Charlie and I sit down in the chairs left empty by Chubby and Ellie  with
Mrs. Barns asking, "What have you and Dylan been doing? Swimming all this
time?" Charlie says, "We were in the ocean for quite a while, yeah," which
doesn't answer his mom's question, but is an excellent response. I guess
Chubby  and I aren't the only ones able to give non-answers to parental
questioning.  Then we listen to my mom brag about Chubby and me. Then not to be
outdone Mrs.  Barns brags about Charlie and Jessica. Lots of bragging going on
while Chubby  and Ellie are off probably doing something the moms wouldn't
brag about, and  Jesse's getting ready to secretly meet Tyrone to probably do
something else the  moms wouldn't brag about. Ditto for Charlie and me
earlier, but what the hell...  we're all young and sexual, and deserve to enjoy our
youth. If we don't, shame  on us. Mr. Barns is reading a book while Rider
and Bud are both on their  cellphones probably talking about something related
to their business. When you  own your own business you're never really on
vacation.

We listen to the moms until we hear Tris say to my mom, "Dee, I'm  thinking
of staying on the beach another hour or so," and mom says, "Me too,  it's
lovely weather and very relaxing," then to Charlie's mother, "We don't have
the luxury of doing nothing very often." Mrs. Barns says something I  don't
listen to, but instead look at Charlie nodding my head subtly in the
direction of the street. He gets a big grin on his face and does the too fast
head nod reminding me of you know who. I say to no one in particular, "a
fresh-squeezed ice cold lemonade would hit the spot right about now," and Mrs.

Barns says, "Oh, it's a shame you boys weren't here earlier. Bud generously
got  lemonades for all of us from the stand on the boardwalk." Charlie
shrugs,  mumbling, "Well, Dylan, looks like we need to get our own." We get up and
put  our sandals on, then as we walk away I hear Charlie's mother saying,
"I'm so  happy Charlie has your son, Dylan, to pal around with, Dee. Last
summer..." and I  don't hear the rest. Charlie glances at me smirking, then
mimics, "Pal around  with," and we both chuckle.

As we step off the beach onto the sidewalk Charlie squeezes the  back of my
neck and holds onto it, saying, "I promise to fuck you tomorrow, but
you're gonna fuck me again today. Either that or I'll nail polish your
fingernails. What's it going to be, Dylan?" I ask, "Ya got any other nail polish  but
pink?" He says, "Yeah, but you're a 'pink' kinda guy." I go, "Bullshit, I'm
 not a pink anything," then I go, "Wait, I did have a pink Polo golf shirt
once."  He goes, "See?" I ask him, "How do you want it, doggy style or
standing up?" He  frowns, "They're my only choices?" I nod, "Yep," and he goes,
"I'll try it  standing up," and as we approach the steps to my deck, I say,
"I'm gonna fuck  you rough this time." Charlie grabs his crotch, muttering,
"I'm getting hard  just thinking about that." Halfway up the steps, I'm like,
"How come we can't  remember to put on our t-shirts before leaving the
beach?" He shrugs, "You're  the mature one here, it's your responsibility to
tell me what to do." I mumble,  "You're doing a pretty good job of that." On
the deck Charlie says, "Let's fuck  out here. Your mom's right, the weathers
beautiful today." I mutter, "Kids!  Jesus! Get your ass inside!"

I lock the door behind us and point, "My bedroom's down the hall."  As soon
as we walk into my bedroom I lock that door too and we both drop out
bathing suits at the same time. Charlie immediately grabs my balls, asking with
a smirk, "Will you be my boyfriend? I've never had one and I wanna see what
its  like." Pushing his hand away I mumble, "I've already got a boyfriend,
so you'll  have to settle for us being fuck buddies." He shrugs, mumbling, "I
was hoping  for more, but okay, fuck buddy." I hold my dick out and point
to it with my  other hand while looking at Charlie. He says, "No problem,
dude, I like sucking  cock." I ask, "How many guys have you sucked off?" and he
says, "That'd be one,  Geoff. He's the only guy I've had any kind of sex
with until now." He drops to  his knees, saying, "We've blown each other about
a hundred times beginning as  sophomores in high school." I go, "What? And
you've only fucked once? That's  insane!" He picks up my dick, saying, "Tell
me about it. I told Geoff that every  time I blew him."

Charlie licks the head of my cock, then under the shaft all the way  up and
over the head making my shoulders do their little shudder. I'm curious,
"What's Geoff's problem with anal sex?" Charlie shrugs, "He has an unnatural
fear of feces. It's a phobia called coprophobia." I go, "Holy shit, I never
heard of anything like that before. Wiping his ass must be traumatic for
him."  Charlie mumbles, "Yeah, he has anxiety about it even though he knows
how stupid  it is. Poor bastard. He's my best friend though." Putting my cock
in his mouth  Charlie shows some good cock-sucking skills. Good tongue on
that boy. I say, "As  his best friend maybe you could wipe his ass for him,"

and he snorts a laugh  around my firming-up cock, then goes back to sucking a
boner on me. It doesn't  take long. When my cock's nice and hard and
feeling good, Charlie takes it from  his mouth and gives it four full strokes,
then stands up and strokes his own  cock. I notice, even though he said he
liked sucking cock, it doesn't get him  aroused like it does me. His cock's
still fairly  flaccid.

We do a short make-out, then I lick up his nose with a lot of  saliva on my
tongue. He inhales it and starts coughing and blowing out his nose  at the
same time he's sputtering, "What the fuck was that?" You could hardly  call
this romantic sex. It's buddy-sex pure and simple, and therefore  a little
ball busting isn't uncommon. I pat his back, saying, "You  certainly don't
have Geoff's coprophobia, buddy," and he coughs three times,  then asks,
"Why'd you say that?" I go, "Dude, that cock you just sucked into a  boner was up
your ass an hour ago." He does his snort of a laugh, mumbling,  "Yeah, I
thought of that when I was finishing up. You took a shower though,  remember?"

A shower without soap, but I don't press it. I'm glad he's not a  prude.

I go, "I got my boner, and we did a little making-out, so it's time  for
you to turn around now and let me pound this boner up your ass." He turns,
saying, "Do it hard like you said." I might have to adopt this kid. I get my
left arm around the front of Charlie's throat pulling him to me so his back
is  against my chest. His long hair is in my face so I move my head to the
side a  little as I'm guiding the head of my cock to his asshole. Then I
remember the  body lotion that we don't have here. Oh well, a good hump of my
hips pushes the  head past his sphincter muscle and without lube he groans,
"OOW! Ahh, ooh,  ooow, that hurt." I rub my nose in his hair; it smells like
the ocean. I mutter,  "Pussy! It didn't hurt you last time and my dick isn't
a big as your dildo,  so what are you complaining about?" and he says,
"Condoms have lubricant on the  dildo, and you used that body lotion the last
time." Tightening my arm around  the front of his neck, I mutter, "And this
time I didn't. Do you want me to  stop?" He mutters, "God, no! Don't stop."

Pushing my hips forward, expecting some sounds of discomfort from  Charlie,
I instead sense some of the body lotion still in his rectum from last  time
and now it's a little smoother going. Very tight, but smoother so I  hump
my boner in about four inches, then push the rest in until I'm tight  against
his butt cheeks. A hard hump against him and Charlie gasps, "Ahh! Oooh,
that feels good." My left arm is still around the front of his neck pulling
the  back of his head against my left shoulder, his long hair draped over it.

My  right arm goes around his stomach with my hand gripping his left side
and I  arch my back pulling him with me and he goes up on his toes. Holding
him there,  I start thrusting my hips moving my boner inside him, and it's,
'Slap,  slap,slap,slap, slap," sounds ringing in our ears with Charlie
moaning, "Oh, oh,  oh, oh," with each 'slap' sound. I'm so turned on doing this
dominant  'topping' on helpless Charlie my vision's blurry. The sense of power
is really  something so, holding him basically laying on my chest, up on his
toes, it's  fast and hard,  "slap,slap,slap,slap,slap," and his head is
pressed against the side of my face  as he moans with obvious sexual arousal.

I've got hot sexy sensations roaring  off the throbbing head of my cock. It's
very intense and I'm probably as aroused  as he is.

Another series of fast thrusting, "Slap,slap,slap,slap,slap." and  we're
both shaking, our shoulder shuddering and my climax coming on me big time.

It's too soon for that though, so I set him back on his feet but he  continues
lying back against me with the side of his face against mine. He  moans,
"Don't stop, please, oooh, fuuuck this feels good." There's a lot of  energy
that goes into a really good fucking and in this case it's all my energy.  By
this time, if I was the 'bottom', I'd be humping back into each of the
'top's' penetrations. Charlie's content being a docile submissive 'bottom' and
maybe I'm getting a little 'high' feeling dominant... heh heh. I can see the
attraction of being dominant. After ten seconds of catching my breath, I
smack  Charlie's ass, "WHACK!" and push the back of his head roughly, getting
him  bending over. "Grab your knees, boy," and Charlie does what he's told
making me grin.

He's bending over with his hands on his knees looking back at me. I  smack
his ass again, "WHACK!" He yelps and grabs his cock stroking it fast. I  pu
ll his arm away, get a tight grip on his hips and pound my cock up his ass so
 hard he rocks forward with every hump, my groin smacking into his butt
cheeks,  both our scrotums swinging as the, "SLAP,SLAP,SLAP," sounds continue
for another  two solid minutes with Charlie moaning at every hump up his ass.

My climax is at  the tipping point so I lean over getting my arm under his
belly and start  pulling him into my thrusting boner, "SLAP,SLAP,SLAP,"

grunting with every drive  up his ass. Charlie's struggling in my grip whining,
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm," as our  bodies stiffen and we climax almost at the same
time. It's a rush of sensations  all around my groin making me gasp, then I do
my stupid squeal with cum  streaming up and out of my nuts. I lift him up
on his toes and see his thin  string of cum shoot out and up curving and then
coming down four feet away. My  mind blanks out as I hold my breath with
three or four little follow-up  spurts of cum tantalize the quivering head of
my  boner.

Then we're both weak and loose as I do lazy thrusts in Charlie's  sloppy
rectum before stepping back, my cock flopping out of his asshole with a
string of cum connecting us for a second before it breaks off and lazily  drops
down across the back of his leg. I'm a little dizzy as I "Smack!" his  ass
one last time. Charlie's gasping for air sinking down on his hands and  knees.

My shoulders are shuddering at the sizzling sensation on and around my
cock. One last shudder and then it's a few deep breathes and the world  quickly
comes back into focus. Wow, I feel good. Charlie's in a position I often
find myself in after getting fucked hard. He's on his knees with his head
resting on the back of his forearm that's flat on the floor, cum running down
the back of his legs.

My cock's still firm and since I'm playing at being dominant I step
forward and slide my cock up his ass again. Charlie moans, arching his back and  I
fuck him hard for another minute or so with his body swaying forward with
every thrust up his ass. Feels really good too. Charlie sure looks
submissive holding his ass up even through I've pulled out of him  again. I give his
ass another hard, "SMACK!" Then pull his head up and around  with both my
hands. His eyes are half closed as he looks at my cock for a second  before
taking it in his fingers and putting it in his mouth. With his eyes fully
closed now he sucks on my cock and, DAMN, this is a cool dominant sensation.

After a minute though my cock gets sensitive, so I mutter, "That's  enough,"
and pat his cheek. He pulls his head away and strokes his own  cock.

Trying for a stern sound, I say, "Get a wet washcloth from the  bathroom,
Charlie." He nods his head getting up, then does what he's told. It's  a rush
seeing someone do what they're told. When he comes back with the  washcloth
though, I feel kinda bad for him so I use the washcloth to clean his  ass
and the back of his legs before giving him a hug, saying, "That was uber
hot, Charlie! Are you okay?" He sort of leans against me, murmuring, "I've
never  had a climax like that in my life. I swear to God it felt unbelievable
fantastic." I'm wiping my cock, saying, "You were great. What an awesome ass
you've got there." He sort of grins, "Thanks, Dylan. Um, the first time you
 smacked my ass I almost shot my load right that second. That was really
hot. Oh  man..." I'm pulling his bathing suit up for him, mumbling, "I'm glad
it wasn't  too rough for you." He's acting almost shy, saying, "No way, it
was perfect,  Dylan. I liked the way you dominated me." Huh! Our fuck was
pretty damn good,  and he liked the way I dominated him.  Whaddaya know.

Handing him the washcloth without saying anything, he gets on his  hands
and knees cleaning up the cum he shot on the floor. I'm nodding my  head
thinking, 'Yeah, cool being dominant', but now I feel bad for Charlie again  so I
help him by taking the washcloth, muttering, "I'll get the rest." He gets
up, mumbling, "Thanks." Done the cleanup, we go out on the deck without
having  much to say. I light a cigarette unsure of what I should do next. We're
sitting  on deck chairs not saying anything, and that's always awkward for
me, so I say,  "Do you want anything? A Coke or a beer?" He stands up,
eagerly saying, "Either  one, Dylan, you tell me which one I'll get them." I go,
"Do you have a  joint over at your place?" He nods, "Yeah, why? Do you want
one?" I go, "No, I  don't, but you do, right?" He shrugs, "Yeah, I guess," so
I tell him, "I'll get  us a couple of beers while you get a joint and we'll
chill out here on  the deck after that great sex." He rubs his butt cheek
giving me a small grin,  almost shyly mumbling, "I better do what I'm told or
I'll get another spanking,  huh?" That makes me laugh, "No, Charlie, I
can't pull off the dominant act for  long." He goes, "I wish you could," and he
scampers down the steps heading for  his condo.

When he gets back he smokes his joint, I smoke another Marlboro and  we
drink beer discussing our version of sub/dom sex. Charlie wants to do it this
way later tonight, and I want to feel his seven inch fat hard penis up my
ass,  so I guess we'll see how that works out. When we hear Tris and my mom
talking as  they walk down the sidewalk outside our condo Charlie flicks a
quarter inch  roach over the railing and waves his hand at the cloud of smoke,
saying, "I'm  gonna go over to my place, Dylan. See you tonight and, um,
thanks for  everything. Today was really special." I watch him walk across the
alley to  his place as the moms are coming up the steps jabbering girl talk
and laughing  their happy laughs.



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



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