Date: Fri, 13 May 2016 15:07:51 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME  Chapter  25

DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME



Chapter  25



by  Donny  Mumford



I'm having dinner with Dodger and the boys  tonight. The moms and their
guys are having a night out without the 'kids' and  the Barns family are eating
at a restaurant in Cape May that has a  Cape Cod style lobster dinner.

Ellie's too smart to fall for that so she  and Chubby are on a dinner date. That
leaves me, Dodger, and his  boys. Walking off the beach, I ask Dodger,
"What time do you want to do the  food shopping?" He goes, "After we shower I
guess. Let's say we'll be at your  place around seven-thirty. That gives us
an hour to clean-up at the motel. We've only got one bathroom for the three
of us, so ya know...." His pickup truck is brazenly parked in an illegal
'no parking' spot right at the entrance to the beach. Everyone walking onto
the  beach, or leaving it, had to walk around the pickup.  Dodger casually
crumples the parking ticket under the pickup's windshield wiper, then drops it
 on the street, saying, "You'll need to get us some booze too." Hmmm, I
wasn't  going to drink tonight but I guess It wouldn't be too cool of me  to
disappoint the guys considering they drove all the way down here for a  visit.

I mumble, "Yeah, I'll take care of that when we get the food." Chubby and
I give them a wave as Dodger drives over the crumbled parking ticket heading
for  their motel. Chubby chuckles, "The Army doesn't seem to have changed
Dodger  very much." I nod my head, "No, apparently not. Maybe he'll make a
career out of  it."

We walk the two blocks to our condo  lugging the beach chairs and my beach
bag. In our driveway, Chubby  mutters, "Jesus, it's so friggin' hot and
we're only two blocks from the  ocean. I couldn't live here year round." We dump
the beach stuff in the back of  the Volvo and use the hose to wash sand
from our feet and legs, then up the  steps to the deck where there's at least a
little breeze. Chubby asks, "You  want a beer? We have time to chill out on
the deck." Taking a deep breath, then  laughing at my best intentions as
they fly out the window, I'm like, "Sure,  why not." My no-drinking plans for
tonight are kaput  already. Chubby and I have a beer and a cigarette
listening to music  and talking about our best guesses as to when the Moms we'll
get  married. Then Chubby wistfully says, "Can you believe we only have one
more day in Wildwood. What happened to the week?" I'm like, "Yeah, it flew
by,  didn't it?" I see Ellie and Jessica come out on their deck with cocktails
 that look like Charlie's strawberry daiquiris. We all wave at each other,
smiling, then Chubby goes, "Stroke of good luck the Barns family rented
there,  huh?" I'm like, "Yeah, Charlie's a good playmate for me and Ellie's a
good  playmate for you." He says, "And Jessica is sneaking off to see her
boyfriend,  Tyrone, every chance she gets." I add, "Plus, all the 'rents get
along really  well too."

Finishing our beers, Chubby asks,  "When are Dodger and the boys leaving?"

I tell him, "Tomorrow morning. Get  this: from here the three of them are
driving to Disney World. Dodger  says it's practically on the way home."

Chubby laughs, "Oh my God, that's a  ridiculous amount of driving." I mutter,
"It's stupid is what it is, but we  did it." We go inside and Chubby showers
first while I answer some texts and  emails. Ryan's text simply says, "It's
over. I miss you, Dylan." Timmy's text  says, "Ryan and Mike split." Huh,
that's too bad. I wonder what happened, but I  don't ask. Instead I text Ryan,
"Sorry to hear things didn't work out. Looking  forward to seeing you at
Merrimack." I almost asked about the golf clubs but  I don't want to seem pushy.

My text to Tim, says, 'I miss that SUV of your  mother's.' Actually I don't
miss the adventures with Tim very much.  His and his two inch dick in his
mother's SUV weren't the  high light of my sexual experiences, but there's no
reason to  hurt the guy's feelings.

Chubby comes out of the bathroom  followed by a cloud of steam, asking,
"Can I wear that Polo pull-over you bought  when we were shopping at Rockingham
Mall? The gray one with the white collar." I  nod my head, "Absolutely,
bro," and I enter  the steam bath for  my shower. I don't know how he can stand
shower water that hot. After  showering I put shaving cream on my face and
shave thinking back to when Charlie  asked me why I shaved every day. He
naturally assumes that I need to shave since  I'm twenty-one. The peach fuzz I
noticed on my upper lip last week not only  didn't come in thicker, it
didn't come back at all. Not that I can see anyway.  What's up with that? Fuck
it; I'll persevere with the  shaving until something happens. I don't know why
everything has  to happen to me, or in this case, doesn't  happen to me.

When I come out of the bathroom with  a towel around my waist, Chubby's
about ready to leave. He rubs my head, saying,  "You've got some hair on your
head, bro, and it looks good." I go, "Yeah, it's a  nice change. Hey, you're
looking good too, Chub. Nice fuckin' shirt!" He  chuckles as I ask, "Where
you taking Ellie for dinner?" He shrugs, "Someplace  that has a liquor
license I guess; maybe Stone's Crab Shack. It's gonna be cool  legally ordering a
cocktail before dinner, and maybe I'll ask for the wine list  too." I'm
like, "Do you want a note from your big brother verifying  that your ID is
authentic?" He goes, "Heh, heh, maybe next time." We hug,  as I mutter, "Have
fun, Chub." He mumbles, "You too, Dylan." I  watch him  go out the door kind of
wishing he was taking me out  to dinner. That's silly I know, but  still...

No need for me to get dressed-up,  not for Dodger and the boys. I find a
clean t-shirt, then baggy basketball  shorts that I like because I don't need
underwear. There's a flimsy  sort of jock strap in the shorts, and the silky
material  feels good on my junk. Stepping into  sandals I'm ready to go.

That beer I had with Chubby was okay although I'm not  referring to the taste,
but rather that it went down okay. Guess I'm  finally over last night's
hangover. Absolutely no shots of any kind of hard  liquor tonight though! Not
for me... none of that shit. I'll have a couple of  beers to be sociable, but
that's it! I simply couldn't handle another  hangover tomorrow. Jeez, it is
hard to believe tomorrow's our last real day  here in Wildwood. Saturday
it's the ball-busting pack-up and leave  day. It doesn't feel like I got
nearly as much out of this week as compared  to last year. It seems I was way
more reckless and crazy with side-sex last  year, but then last year it seemed
like there were  sexual opportunities every day with fairly hot/sexy guys.

That  just didn't materialize this summer. Now that I think about it, maybe I
wasn't  openly looking for those opportunities like I was last year.

Robby's and my  love affair has never been this tight for one thing, and to be
honest,  earlier this summer Ryan and I had some very hot side-sex so maybe I'm
not as  'hungry' for one night stands as I used to be.

Whatever, I'm very contended right  now and then there the reunion with
Robby to look forward to. He always makes  our reunion's special. Oh, and I
can't forget my new buddy, Charlie;  he's been almost the perfect vacation
side-sex-buddy. Nice dick on that cute kid  too. I don't know why I think of him
as a 'kid' though. I mean he is twenty  years old, not eighteen or
something. Interrupting my thoughts, my cell phone  beeps; it's a text from Dodger
telling me they're here. Huh, that was quick.  Turning around I see Vinnie's
face pressed against the glass of the French  doors. He waves, so I chuckle
waving back like a goof, then walk over  to open the door. "Hey, Vinnie,
where's Dodger?" He goes, "Oh, hi Dylan!" like  he's surprised it's me. I'm
like, "Where are the guys?" He goes, "Oh, they're in  the truck. Dodger thought
you'd be ready to go." Shaking my head, I'm like,  "Will you please stop
acting dumb, Vinnie! That act's getting old." He goes,  "Um, whaddaya mean?"

grinning at me. I have to laugh as I'm stepping out on  the deck,  then  pull
his stubby ponytail, asking, "Did Dodger sent you to fetch  me figuring the
text he just sent might be too confusing for me?" Vinnie  goes, "I don't
know," and I snort out a laugh. Fucking Vinnie. He follows me  down the deck's
outdoor steps with me asking, "What was your college GPA  freshman year?"

He goes, "Um, 4.0, I think." Another snort of a laugh from  me.

At the pick-up Dodger says, "Vinnie,  would you mind squeezing into the
back seat? Norman's too tall and Dylan's gonna  be hopping out at the package
store in two blocks." Vinnie frowns, like he's  thinking about the
ramifications of him being the one relegated to the back  seat, then nods his head and
gets in the back. Dodger goes, "Thanks, Vin, love  ya, bro!" I get in
rolling my eyes, as Norman asks, "How ya doing, Dylan?" I  imitate what he always
says, and mutter, "Oh, not so bad." He goes, "You  betcha."

As Dodger drives he tells a  joke: "This skinny, middle-age guy goes in a
bar and sees a big jar full of  twenty dollar bills. He orders a martini and
asks about the jar. The bartender  tells him it cost twenty bucks to find
out how he could win the whole jar for  himself, and adds that there's over a
thousand dollars in the jar. The  skinny guy puts twenty bucks in the jar
and the bartender tells him  there are three tests he needs to pass to win the
money. I- drink a whole bottle  of pepper tequila. 2- pull the impacted
tooth on the pit bull chained up in the  back yard, and 3- go upstairs and give
a good hard fucking to the bartender's  ninety year old grandmother who
hasn't had it in sixty years. Well, the guy has  three martinis thinking about
the thousand bucks and finally grabs the pepper  tequila bottle and gulp,
gulp, gulps the whole bottle with tears running down  his face. Really drunk
now he goes out back to the chained pit bull and everyone  in the bars hears
barking, yelping, screaming, growling and then yipping from  the pit bull,
then quiet mewing sounds from either the pit bull or the drunk  skinny guy.

He comes in torn and bleeding. His pants are torn with his  dick hanging out
as he staggers around, saying, 'Now wherez 'ol lady with the  impacted
tooth?'
Everyone laughs although that's a  familiar formula-joke. Other versions
have different 'tests' that the drunk guy  always gets mixed-up. In one
version of the joke I heard at Merrimack, instead  of a pit bull it was a gorilla
with a nail in his foot, then an old lady who  needs to get laid. The drunk
comes in asking, "Wherez the old lady with a  nail in her foot?" Same thing
basically, but I laugh every time I hear the joke.  We pull up to the
package store for the liquor. New Jersey package stores,  like Massachusetts, sell
only hard liquor and wine, not beer. In I go, asking,  "Remember me?" and
the counter guy says, "Yeah, but let me see your ID again  anyway." A slow
learner apparently. He nods his head reluctantly and I buy a  bottle of Old
Granddad and leave with him mumbling, "Have a nice  evening." Getting in the
pickup, I pass the bag with the bourbon  to Vinnie, saying, "You numb-nut,
under-age minors owe me $38." Norman  says, "Golly, that a lot for a bottle of
booze," and I go, "Ya never paid me for  the first bottle. They're $19
each." Dodger reaches in his pocket, saying, "I  got it, boys," and drops two
twenty dollar bills in my lap, grinning and telling  me, "Keep the change,"

which I do. Dodger pulls away from the curb cutting off a  Mercedes
convertible. The old bald-headed driver blows his horn and the  trophy blond in the
passenger seat with big tits gives us the  finger as Vinnie asks, "Is
bird-watching dorky?" Dodger says, "Yes,  definitely," and Vinnie goes, "How about
if I like Justin Bieber, is that  dorky?"

Dodger goes,  "Jesus! Whatever you do, don't tell  anyone else that bit of
news."

Next stop is the super market. The  biggest one in Wildwood is called ACME
Supermarket. It's crowded like most  places at the shore. The best thing
about this place is it sells beer as well as  most anything else you can think
of, including food. The four of us go in.  Norman pushes a big shopping cart
and the first thing we get is a case  of cold Coors cans from the cooler,
then corn on the cob  that allegedly was picked fresh today. Next two big
racks of baby back  ribs, then a bottle of sweet and spicy barbecue sauce, a
couple  of big red Jersey tomatoes and fresh cucumber, also supposedly picked
today. I ask, "What about a starch?" Dodger says, "We'll iron our shirts
another  time." Vinnie mumbles, "Idiot," and sneaks a smirky glance at me. I
grin at  Vinnie, then clarify, "We need a potato of some kind, or pasta maybe
to  round out the meal." Vinnie takes care of that by dropping a bag of
frozen  French fries in the cart and I put a bottle of Crisco vegetable oil in
there with it. Last thing is a bag of ice. There's butter, condiments, and
stuff like that back at the condo so we're all set.  While checking  out at
the register, Vinnie insists on paying for the food and Norman pays  for
the beer. Dodger already paid for the bourbon so no cheapskates in this  group
I'm happy to report. Then Vinnie asks, "What are you contributing, Dylan."

Ha! I do a couple of fake coughs, then say, "The deck, the grille, the
dishes,  plastic cups, and eating utensils, plus my cooking expertise." He goes,
"Okay,  that works."

Back at the condo we hump everything  up the steps to the deck. First order
of business is putting the ice in the  cooler, then the beer on top of
that.  I bring out my CD player  and Dodger choosing a 'Walk The Moon' CD. While
singing along with,  "Shut up and dance with me', I get a stack of plastic
cups and we all grab  a can of beer. Dodger takes four of the cups and pours
a shot of  bourbon in each. I say, "No shots for me," as I crack open my
beer. The three of  them look at me. I go, "What? I had a wicked hangover
today. Chubby and I got  smashed last night celebrating our twenty-first
birthdays and I'm taking  it easy tonight." More staring until I take a deep
breath, muttering,  "Okay, just this one!" They're holding their shots in a cup,
so I pick up  my shot of bourbon and Dodger catches me off guard, saying, "To
Dylan,"  they repeat, "To Dylan," and we all throw the shots down our
throats. Tears  running down my eyes from the whiskey, I gulp some beer and then
ask, "Why did  you guys toast me?" and Dodger says, "Because you're the
coolest guy any of  us knows." I go, "Right! Hey Vinnie, am I cooler than
Dodger?" He goes,  "Good God, no!" Dodger chuckles, mumbling, "Vinnie don't
count." Fortunately he  doesn't pour another shot and we start making the  dinner.

First I cook the chicken wings on  the grill until they're crisp, but still
juicy inside. The chicken wings  are the only thing the guys bought
initially for tonight's dinner. There's  two dozen wings which we eat as an
appetizer while putting the other  stuff together. The ribs go on the grill over
high heat to brown them, then the  rack gets wrapped in foil and moved to the
back of the grill where the  third burner's turned off so they'll cook
slower. Barbecue sauce doesn't go  on the ribs until the last ten minutes. The
sugar in barbecue sauce  would burn if we put it on the ribs any sooner. The
three of us shuck the corn  and get a big lobster pot of water boiling on the
stove. The tomato and  cucumber are cleaned and sliced. Oil goes in another
pot for the  French fries. Waiting for the food to cook we keep the music
going and  drink our beers while gently breaking each other's balls for
laughs.  Before dinner I have two beers and two cigarettes and the boys have a
second shot of bourbon and three beers each with Vinnie and Dodger smoking
three or four cigarettes. I gotta admit I'm giving some thought about the
possibility of a three-way or four-way sex-a-thon tonight. If one  does
develop I'll bet smoking will be involved because Dodger and  Vinnie seem to get
off on that.

While eating we trash anyone  who's on Facebook or MySpace, and start to
squash twitter until Vinnie  goes, "Hey, I'm on Twitter," so we go, "Oh,
Twitters okay, sure." Vinnie tells  us about a test he had last year as a college
freshman. It was a  philosophy final exam and the only thing written on the
first page of the  blue book as the test question was the word, 'WHY?'
Vinnie goes, "Everyone  started scribbling like mad and I wrote, 'WHY NOT?' and
turned in my  blue book. That kind of shit is bordering on epistemology if
you ask me. I  studied for that fucking philosophy final only to have some
pseudo-intellectual asshole professor make all of us look like  dip-shits for
studying the text book." Dodger and I exchange grins as  Norman asks, "What
grade did you get?" Vinnie kinda grins to himself,  mumbling, "Well, the
professor is a pseudo-intellectual so he gave me an 'A' and  wrote on the
front, "Why not, indeed?' Whatever the fuck all that  means.

Dodger brings the conversation down  to a more sensible level with another
joke. He goes, "Fuck that epissy-molly  shit. A young guy walks in a bar and
orders a beer. A scruffy old guy  carrying a shoe box comes in and sits
next to him. After another beer the young  guy asks what's in the shoe box. The
scruffy old man tells him it's an African  blow toad. Supposedly the best
blow job you've ever had. The young guy wants to  try it so he takes the shoe
box in the bathroom and comes back ten minutes  later carrying the shoe box
and asking how much the old guy want's for  the toad. He writes a check and
brings the toad home with him. His wife asks  what's in the shoe box. The
guy tells her, 'It's a blow job toad,' and she says,  "Whaddaya need that
for?' and the guy says, 'So you can teach it to cook  and then you can get the
fuck outta here.' Not funny, but we've had some  drinks so we give it a
half-ass laugh. Vinnie asks, "Shouldn't it have been  established in the context
of the so-called joke why the wife was such a bitch  the guy would want her
out?" We all agree there was something missing in  the telling. Dodger
goes, "Well of all the nerve! Someone else tell a joke  then." Norman tries
telling a joke about a cow and a donkey lost in  deep snow that none of us
'gets', but we chuckle anyway. Encouraged, he starts  to tell another North
Dakota joke when Dodger jumps up asking, "Who needs  another shot of bourbon?"

The shot I had earlier, plus a couple of beers, has me  in a frame of mind to
go along with the guys, so I have another shot of bourbon,  which means I
need another beer and another cigarette. It's a vicious circle but  I don't
want to be a stick in the mud, and I don't have any idea what a stick in  the
mud has to do with anything. To be more specific, I don't want to be the
turd in the punch bowl that ruins the party, which is why I go along with a
second shot of bourbon.

After we eat everything I  insist we clean up the kitchen and deck, much to
the chagrin of Dodger, who  claims we'll clean up later. I recognize bull
shit when I see it though, so we  clean the place now. Heading for the
boardwalk afterward we bring with us  'roadie' beers and the cooler containing the
remaining beers and the bottle of  bourbon. Dodger drives the pickup to
40th street and finds a fire hydrant to  park next to. We're four young adults
walking the boards half in the bag...  emphasis on 'young', and the 'bag' is
probably more than half full. This is  a recipe that unintentionally tends
to offend people who we aren't  aware we're offending. We're talking too
loudly and dropping the f-bomb too  frequently while laughing at stuff that's
not all that funny, occasionally  bumping into people. We go on a few rides
and play some of the stupid arcade  games competing with each other; then
later, it's a walk on the beach so we can  smoke a cigarette in peace without
ten busybodies telling us there's no smoking  on the boardwalk.

Thinking about it, I have to  admit Dodger's less outrageous than I
remember him being, but he's still very  good company and still the natural leader
he's always been. I think it's a  confidence thing with him. Dodger's very
casual about being a leader and I get  the sense he doesn't even think about
it, taking it for granted by now. It's the  personality he's had all his
life. He's also full of compliments for everyone  and he can be
self-deprecating at times as well. It's no surprise  to me that Vinnie and Norman look up
to him and acquiesce to most of his  suggestions. For instance, a little
while ago when he said, "Lets walk on the  beach and have a smoke." We all go
along with that and follow him down the steps  to the beach, and here we are.

I have this strong feeling that, unlike me, if  Dodger was hungover today he
would not  have had the shots of bourbon I had. He's confident enough that
peer pressure  doesn't affect him. If he liked Justin Bieber, for example,
he'd say he  did. He wouldn't even think of asking if it's dorky and he
wouldn't care if it  was. That sort of thing.

Smoking cigarettes, Vinnie and I are  walking together carrying our
sandals. Ten feet in front of us Dodger's  explaining something about his and
Norman's Army job that Norman doesn't  understand. Looking up at the sky, Vinnie
asks, "Do you ever marvel at the  size of things, Dylan." I'm like, "You
mean how big the universe is?" He says,  "Or how small things are, like atoms."

I do a Charlie-shrug, and Vinnie goes on,  "As I'm sure you know, there are
one hundred trillion atoms in your body. More  atoms in your body then
stars in a typical galaxy, of which there are  four hundred billion. So,
numbers-wise there's no comparison. On the other  hand atoms are very, very small
while the galaxy is full of very big  objects; the total opposite of sub
atomic particles like atoms." I'm  like, "Atoms are invisible, right?" He goes,
"No, they're visible and  divisible. You need an Electron microscope to see
them  though, and if you divide one, split one, all hell breaks loose called
an  Atomic Bomb."

We walk a minute in silence as I try  to wrap my mind around how small an
atom is, then Vinnie says, "And then there's  really big things, like our
Milky Way galaxy. The fastest object ever  launched by humans would require
almost two trillion years to travel from one  side of the Milky Way to the
other." I ask, "What's the faster thing we've  launched?" He goes, "Ha ha," then
he realizes I'm serious and says, "Oh, you  seriously don't know?" I go, "I
know, but I want to see if you do." He says,  "Obviously it's the New
Horizon space probe that's right this second moving  away from Pluto at 36,373
miles an hour." This should be fascinating  to me except I'm not really able
to comprehend the smallness and  hugeness of this world. Still, I ask, "Um,
I'm almost afraid to ask, but if it  would take almost two trillion years for
the fastest object ever invented  to cross our galaxy, um, how many
galaxies are there in the Universe and  how long would it take to go across all of
them?" He goes, "I don't think  there's a number big enough to represent how
long it would take New Horizon to  travel the universe. The estimates for
galaxies range from 100 to 200  billion galaxies in addition to the one we're
in." I go, "Okay, stop! That's  it," and Dodger turns around, asking,
"What's it?" I go, "Vinnie's schooling me  on big and small things." Dodger goes,
"Yeah, I love when he does that. Vinnie's  smart." That's true enough, but
I'm not sure I want all that incomprehensible  stuff floating around in my
brain. I prefer a simply... holy shit, look at all the  stars tonight!
Back on the boardwalk, wearing our  sandals or sneakers again, we all agree
another beer would hit the spot.  Dodger goes, "Lets go to the motel and
have that beer, plus a midnight  swim in the pool." Nobody has any objection
to that, so we walk to the pickup  where Dodger crumbles another parking
ticket, then drives us to the motel going  right by the entrance, cursing,
"These fuckers purposely put their sign  past the motel entrance instead of
before it." Making an illegal  U-turn he pulls into the driveway this  time and
comes to a squealing stop in front of room 106. We pile out with  beers in
our hands. Dodger and Norman carry the cooler as we saunter, like we  own the
place, to the back of the motel where the pool is located. I mumble,  "Good,
no one's here."

There's also no one in the motel  office and the lights are out so we
basically have the place to ourselves.  Dodger says, "Odd that no one's using the
pool on a beautiful night like  tonight." I mutter. "Maybe because of that,
and nod my head at the sign  that reads: 'Pool hours... 7 am to 10 pm... NO
LIFEGUARD... No glass  items around the pool area... this is a SMOKE FREE area...

NO ALCOHOLIC  BEVERAGES'. I go, "Apparently everyone but us paid attention
to all  the no-nos on the sign." Dodger goes,  "What sign?" and we settle
into four chairs around the pool lighting cigarettes.  Most of the talk is
about these guys leaving tomorrow and their Florida trip. I  tell them about the
trip to Fort Lauderdale we took last spring, then Dodger  gets an idea. He
says, "We need to toast our last night in Wildwood, guys," and  he takes the
half full bottle of bourbon and pours some into each of our beer  cans. We
clink the cans and drink to Wildwood. Oh my God, the half a can of beer  now
takes like a half can of bourbon. Ghastly!! I immediately light up  another
cigarette.

Dodger tells Vinnie and me about the  Army life he and Norman experience on
a typical day. The way he tells it the  Army sounds like lots of fun, which
I seriously doubt is accurate. Norman chugs  the rest of his bourbon-laced
beer and gets another. He drinks some, then pours  in bourbon and chugs some
of that. Other than that he's quiet as usual,  mostly just nodding his head
at whatever Dodger says. Those  three  have  finished their second cans of
beer and bourbon while I'm still sipping my first  can. All of a sudden
Norman abruptly stands up and takes his shirt  off, then drops his shorts.

Standing in front of us naked, he announces, "I'm  going in for a swim." Dodger
laughs, then says, "Yeah, I guess you are. Um, are  you going in wearing your
sneakers?" Norman looks at his feet, then snickers,  kicks off his sneakers
and jumps in the pool. Dodger chuckles, "Norman's like  that. He drinks
without saying much, then all of a sudden he's drunk and you  never know what
he'll do next." Tall skinny Norman has a short fat cock, like  Dodger's. A
four inch fat cock. Who would have imagined that? I'm disappointed  actually.

Norman's floating on his back when a  man and woman come around from the
front of the motel. They're in their late  twenties wearing swim suits and
carrying plastic cups of, I'm guessing, gin  and tonic since there's a slice of
lime in the clear liquid. The woman says, "We  thought we'd join you boys
since we can't get to sleep." Vinnie mumbles,  "Subtle," meaning, I suppose,
we're making too much noise. The guy says, "I'm  Todd and this is my
girlfriend, Tina." Dodger says, "Todd and Tina,  huh? I'm Tom," and he point to me,
"He's Tony, and my little buddy next to  me is Teddy. The nude bather is
Tyler." Tina says, "Bull shit!" They sit down  with her adding, "Not that it
makes a bit of difference to me, but your names  are all bull shit." She's a
bitch with a superior, slightly snotty  attitude. Her boyfriend has a hard
body, a great tan, a gold chain around his  neck, no sense of humor, and he
probably drives a  BMW.

With a phony smile and a  phonier chipper attitude, Dodger asks, "Where you
guys from?" Tina says,  "Not from around here, that's for sure," then she
adds, "I'd have thought  your friend in the pool would be self- conscious
about skinny dipping with a  wee-little knob like that pecker of his." Todd
lights a cigarette, looking  serious. Norman does a couple of short laps in the
pool as Dodger goes,  "His psychiatrist encourages Tyler to be nude so
he'll realize no one cares that  he's six and a half feet tall with a three inch
penis, and now you've set him  back six months of therapy." She says, "Bull
shit," which seems to be her  favorite response to just about anything.

She's obviously drunk as she flicks  her cigarette butt into the pool and then
takes her top off. Dodger's  chuckling as he gets another beer, drinks some,
and pours some bourbon in the  can. Meanwhile I'm wondering what the fuck
I'm doing here? Dodger asks,  "Um, Todd, is your girlfriend always this
charming?" Todd looks at Dodger,  squinting, then mutters, "What?" and I realize
he's zonked beyond belief,  totally smashed like his girlfriend. I can't see
this ending well, so I say to  no one in particular, "I gotta take a leak,"

and walk around to the front of the  motel hoping room 106 is unlocked.

It's not only unlocked, the door's  open.

Going inside I close the door trying to evaluate how  drunk I am and
conclude I'm probably the most sober one of the five  remaining people around the
pool. Todd and Tina don't seem like a lot of  fun, so after I take a piss I
plop myself in the room's only chair. I'm  calculating that it's a ten or
fifteen minute ride from here to the condo, and  therefore too far to walk. As
I'm considering texting Chubby to see if he  can pick me up, Dodger,
Vinnie, and Norman, who's still naked, walk into the  room. Vinnie's saying, "Todd
and Tina are zonked out of their minds," and Dodger  goes, "Yeah, Tina
jumped in the pool and sort of attacked Normie here." I ask,  "What'd Todd do?"

Vinnie goes, "I think he fell asleep." I glance at Norman,  "Um, Norm, ya
wanna put something on?" He goes, "Why? Aren't we gonna mess around?" Un oh.

Dodger asks, "Do you want me to drop you off at your place, Dylan? We're
gonna  screw, and I'd love it if you'd join us, but I'm not going to force you
to."  Holy shit! Is this the Dodger I know? I think I liked it better when
he just  took over without asking.

I was ready to leave when I thought  they were going to hang around the
pool with that odd couple, but now I'm  not sure I should. Hmmm, I'll probably
stay for some sex play. Damn, I  didn't used to hesitate. Vinnie says,
"C'mon, Dylan, stay for  a while." Norman's just standing there  naked, seemingly
as comfortable as he can be. Dodger asks, "What's it going  to be, Dylan? I
mean Vinnie and I made this special trip to see you, but it's up  to you."

I shrug, "Fuck! It's like we usually slide into some sex play  after
haircuts, but this seems so, um, routine." Dodger goes, "Well, cut  Vinnie's hair
if you want and we'll slide into it. I'm horny, dude." Vinnie  goes, "Nah, I
don't want a haircut," and he steps over and pulls my shorts down,
muttering, "There, now Norman's not the only one with his dick in his hand."  Norman
says, "I don't have my dick in my hand."

Dodger, lighting a cigarette,  mumbles, "Here we go. Leave it to Vinnie to
get things moving along," and  he pulls his shorts down and steps out of
them. Norman mumbles, "I don't feel  too good." Dodger's pulling his shirt over
his head, saying, "Vinnie suck on  Norman's dick and make him feel better."

Vinnie lights a cigarette exhaling a  big drag off of it with Norman waving
at the smoke, muttering, "I drank too  much pool water." Dodger takes a
swig from the bourbon bottle, a drag off his  smoke, then wiggle's his fat
stubby dick at me, asking, "Would you please,  Dylan?" Yeah, well, what the
fuck? It's for old time's sake. I just wish I was more into  it. Maybe I should
have had another shot. Stepping out of my shorts I stroke my  pecker, then
drop to my knees taking Dodger's four inch cock in my fingers to  stroke it
using my thumb and forefinger. Dodger exhales smoke, murmuring,  "Thanks,
brother-in-law to be." The smoke swirls around my head.  Dodger  mentioning
brother-in-law makes me think of Robby and when I put Dodger's  cock in my
mouth it makes me think of Robby again. Almost identical cocks except  I think
Robby's got a half inch on Dodger. Vinnie makes slurping sounds sucking
Norman's cock and that gives me a nice chill imagining my cock getting  slurped
on. I glance over at Vinnie as he takes Norman's cock from his mouth and
drags off his cigarette, then while exhaling he puts Norman cock back in his
mouth along with exhaled cigarette smoke. Norman goes, "Ummm, oooh,"  then,
"My penis better not get cancer  from that second hand smoke." That makes us
all snort out a  laugh.

Licking Dodger's cock, then his  balls, I feel my dick responding and try
letting my mind go blank so I can  concentrate on my favorite pass time, gay
sex. Dodger never went in the  pool so his scent is natural and reminds me
of Robby's, but with a twist  because of the cigarette smoke circling my
head. Taking the whole four inches in  my mouth, licking and sucking on it gets
Dodger's cock firming up quickly,  and mine's not far behind. I feel myself
letting go of everything except  this moment and I almost sigh, glad I
stayed for some sexy play. Dodger's  got the cigarette between his teeth and he
rubs my head, then says, "You  two guys switch," and Vinnie's comes over on
his knees, smoke coming out  his nose and mouth as he bumps me away from
Dodge's cock. I glance up and  see Norman holding his fairly hard, sloppy wet
cock and looking at me with his  eyebrows raised, not sure I'll suck it for
him. I shrug, motioning with my hand  and he steps over next to Dodger. The
wet slurping sounds from Vinnie encourages  me to take Norman's cock in my
mouth to suck off Vinnie's saliva, and now I  realize Norman's cock is longer
than Dodger's by a good inch and a half or maybe  two inches. It looked
shorter because his legs are so  long.

Norman smells like chlorine from the  pool, but his dick doesn't taste like
that because Vinnie sucked of the pool  water. I'm cupping Norman's nuts in
my hand as I lick and suck his cock giving  his balls a squeeze every
couple of seconds and that gets him moving his  feet and grunting quietly while
squeezing my shoulders and rubbing my head. In  about ninety seconds his cock
is very hard and he steps back going, "Aaaah!" A  string of precum
stretches between my lips and his cock, then it breaks off  and slides down across
my chin, naturally. Norman steps behind me and gets me  under my armpits sort
of lifting and pushing me forward at the same time. I  go onto my hands and
knees, shocked that he's this aggressive. His cock is  at my asshole and
the next second it's past my sphincter muscle as my back  arches and I groan,
"Aaaah, fuuuuck."That  was a totally unexpected move by Norman. He swats my
ass hard and "SMACK!"  rings out in the room making Dodger laugh. Norman
cups my shoulders with  both hands and pulls me back tightly onto his boner and
he gives my ass another  hard, "SLAP!" Jesus, that hurt, then ten seconds
later with his crotch  tight against my butt cheeks and his fat cock adding
girth, I'm like, "Oooooh,"  because it feels so good! My shoulders shudder as
Norman asks,  "Feel good?" and before I can answer he's fucking me hard,
"Slap, slap, slap,  slap!"  Shivers are flying up and down my spine as my
rectum glows and  then sensations off my prostate begin popping and I move
around a little  getting another whack on my ass from Norman, "SMACK!" The farm
boy's  strong...

Getting fucked by a new cock, so  unexpected like this, really gets me hot
and I can't help moaning, "Ooh,  ooh," with each hard thrust up my ass. Who
knew Norman would be, um, dominant  and take-charge like he did? Oh man it
feels really good. Norman's got a nice  size cock for fucking too. I'm
guessing five and a half inches with good girth  so there was just that little
initial pain, then awesomeness. His boned-up cock  is big enough to get my
prostate ringing while tantalizing the lips of my anus.  Just a really nice fuck
and as he increases the speed of his thrusting I feel my  orgasm building
rapidly. He's putting pressure on my shoulders, gripping them  tightly as he
hammers his cock up my ass. It definitely gives me a  submissive sense
getting my hard cock buzzing and then Norman takes it up a  notch leaning over me
and getting an arm under my chin pulling my neck back  roughly jamming his
cock up my ass and holding it there until he's lifted  me off my hands, up
on my knees. This arm under the chin move apparently isn't  just Charlie's
and mine. The thing is, Norman's stronger and taller than Charlie  and I'm
pretty much at his mercy while I know I could get out of Charlie's grip  any
time I wanted to. Not so with Norman as he drags my head up so the back  of my
head is held tightly against his hard left pec while Norman  humps against
my butt cheeks hard a few times and I get a really nice submissive  trance
going.

I'm docile for him as he humps  against my buttocks a few more times. Then
two hard, "SMACK, SMACK," on the side  of my ass pulling me up a little. I'm
on my knees but my torso's as straight as  I can stretch it. Norman grunts,
"Stay like this!" and he tightening his  arm under my chin as I moan with
waves of submissive sexual pleasure flowing  over me. Norman's height means
he's really needs to bend his knees in  order to keep his cock level with my
asshole. One last lift under my chin  and he starts driving his boner up my
ass straight on and in less  than thirty seconds I gasp,  struggling and
stroking my boner, then squeal as my hips hump and a long stream  of cum shoots
out as fireworks flare in my head, my eyes close now  with the, "Slap,
slap, slap," sounds of Norman's crotch slapping  against my ass adding to my
arousal. A second squeal as another streak of  cum shoots from my throbbing
boner, then after three more humps up my ass,  Norman pulls his cock out
pushing me away from him roughly, mumbling, "That  didn't take long." I'm back on
my hands and knees quivering from the  dizzying effects of that fast orgasm,
feeling  submissive vibrations streaking around my groin giving me chills.

If he  turned me around right now I'd suck his sloppy cock, but he just backs
  up. I look back at him hoping he'll shove his cock back up my ass, but
Norman's slowing stroking his boner watching Dodger fuck  Vinnie.

Taking deep breaths I listen to the  'Slap, slap," sounds of Dodger
smacking against Vinnie's ass. Norman says,  "Beat ya again, Dodger." Dodger's
grunts, "Yeah, I don't know how you do it so  fast." Cum is drooling from my
asshole as I stagger up to watch Dodger  doggy-fucking Vinnie, his head back as
he moans with each thrust of Dodger's  boner. Less than a minute later
Dodger's  face scrunches-up as he gasps, grunts and hold himself against
Vinnie's buttocks  humping and climaxing. The cigarette between his teeth had burnt
down to the  filter and gone out.  Another hump against Vinnie ass cheeks
and  Dodger sort of gasps taking a deep breath, then pulls his cock out
dragging  a string of his cum with it, saying, "Finish him off, Norman." Dodger
strokes  his sloppy cock, grinning at me while taking another gasping breath,
then  asks, "Doesn't Norman fuck good?" I nod while trying to pinpoint
exactly what it  was that caused me to climax so quickly.

Dodger offers me a cigarette, but I  shake my head. Now Norman's got his
boner up Vinnie ass with an  arm under Vinnie's chin like he did with me.

Vinnie sputters but has no choice,  he left up with the back of his head against
Norman's chest. Wow, Norman's  hips begin moving fast and smooth as he
drives his boner up Vinnie's ass with  Vinnie struggling and stroking his long
boner. In less  than a  minute Vinnie's red-faced and moaning, humping his
hips and firing a long  shot of spunk five feet straight out until it hits the
side of a bed and  splatters. Two more shorter shots and Norman lets go of
Vinnie, pushing him away  roughly while pulling his sloppy boner out,
basically the same way he  handled me. Dodger says to me, "And he still hasn't
climaxed himself yet."  I mutter, "Huh, pretty fucking amazing."

Vinnie's stroking his cock still  moaning as Dodger lights two cigarettes,
passing one to me without asking this  time. He exhales some smoke,
mumbling, "Nice warm-up sex, huh?" I'm like,  "Warm-up?" and take a drag off the
cigarette. Dodger takes another swallow of  bourbon from the bottle, then
passes the bottle to me and without thinking I  take a mouthful, then make a face
swallowing it as I'm passing the bottle to  Vinnie. Grabbing Dodger's beer
can out of his hand I swallow some of  that only to find it has bourbon in
it too. Gagging, afraid I'm going to throw  up, Dodger rubs my back, saying,
"Take some deep breaths, Dylan." The throw-up  feeling fades and I drag off
the cigarette. Vinnie's saying, "That felt good,  Norm. You fuck good,
doesn't he, Dylan?" I go, "You know it, Vin." Dodger sits  on the bed, telling
us, "We'll switch places later. Is that okay with you guys?"  Norman says, "I
wanna fuck Dylan again, his ass is special." Dodger goes, "No  shit, mister
greedy, but I'm fucking Dylan next." Actually I want Vinnie to fuck  me, but
I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

I'm in the only chair, Vinnie and  Dodger are sitting on one of the beds
and Norman's leaning against the wall  slowly stroking his sloppy boner. Those
three talk about a three-way they  had in the pool house back home on
Monday when Robby and his parents were at  work. From the gist of their
conversation I take it that Norman doesn't climax  easily. Last Monday he apparently
fucked climaxes out of both Dodger and Vinnie,  from start to finish in both
cases, without climaxing himself. I ask, "Isn't  that frustrating, Norman?"

He shakes his head, "Nah, it feels good, you betcha."  Dodger tells me,
"Norman broke his cherry fucking sheep." Norman goes,  "Yeah, when I was like
thirteen. All the guys did." I find that  slightly hard to believe but don't
feel like hearing more about it so  I don't say anything.

We drink the last of the beers  while laying around the motel room naked
like perverts, talking about sex;  the best and worst we've ever had. I assume
everybody's lying, or if  not I've had a much milder sex life than I
thought. Wow, the  stories! Dodger and Vinnie are laying on one of the bed and
after a  while they start making-out. Dodger's laying on his back with little
Vinnie on top. I glance at Norman, who says, "I don't know how they can do
that.  They're the first two guys I've ever seen making-out like that. I mean
in real  life." I do not want to make-out with Norman even a little bit
anyway, but's it  is awkward just watching. For something to say, I ask, "So
you're bi,  huh?" Norman goes, "I call myself bisexual because I'll fuck a guy
up the  ass, but that's all the queer stuff I'll do." I say, "Except for
fucking sheep  you mean." He's shaking his head, "Nah, that's for kids. I
wouldn't even  consider doing it now." I ask, "How about a horse?" and he says,
"You're a good  friend of Dodger's so I won't smack the shit outta you, but
don't mock me,  okay?" I go, "Okay, but I don't care to be threatened.

Okay?"  He mumbles, "You betcha."

Dodger and Vinnie are deep into  their make-out, both naked and sprouting
boners, one four inch boner and one  nearly eight inches." I look away, then
to show there's no hard feelings, I say,  "So, Norman, you say you're bi, do
you have a girlfriend?" He nods,  "Yeah, Sheryl May Braxton. We've been
going together since tenth  grade. We fuck all the time, but she's on the pill
so no problem. She sends me  tons of text messages every week." He gets up
and starts rummaging through his  shorts that he threw on the floor when he
came in the room. I mumble, "I  thought Dodger said you guys were flexible,
topping and bottoming." He has  his wallet out, then hands me a picture,
"That's me and Sheryl May at the  senior prom like eighteen months ago." I'm
looking at it as he tells me,  "Yeah, I tried to take Dodger's dick up my ass
once when we were so drunk  we could hardly stand up, but he never got it up
there. I think we crashed and  fell asleep on the floor until Connor came in
and woke us up. We  were drunker than shit."

I glance at Dodger, but he's not  paying any attention to us. The picture
Norman showed me is him with a buzz cut,  looking bald because his hair is so
light, standing with his arm across a midget  girl's shoulders. She looks
like a midget standing next to him anyway. Average  looking girl, a tad on
the chunky side wearing a bright yellow dress. Norman's  wearing a power blue
tux with a black bow tie. I say, "Yeah, she's hot," and he  takes the
picture, saying, "Watch what you say about her if you don't want me to  knock your
teeth down your throat." I go, "Fuck you, Norman. I said she looks  hot
trying to give her a compliment. You can't hold your liquor." He goes, "Just
watch yourself, that's all I'm saying." What an asshole, but that's what you
get  from some guys when they're drunk.

Finally Dodger and Vinnie roll off  the bed giggling. They get up with
Vinnie lighting a cigarette, saying,  "I'm gonna fuck Dylan now," and he comes
over to me as I'm sitting in the chair,  asking, "Alright with you, Dylan?" I
take his cigarette and inhale off it, then  hand it back to him, mumbling,
"Sure, Vinnie." Dodger says, "We'll do a train,"  and Norman goes, "I got
caboose." Handing his smoke to me Vinnie ask Dodger,  "How 'bout if Dylan lays
his chest on the bed and I'll fuck him for a minute,  then you go up my
butt and after another minute or two Norm hooks on as the  caboose." Dodger
goes, "Who died and left you in charge?" Vinnie whines, "It's  the way you
always set it up." Dodger laughs, "Huh, you're right," then to me,  "If you
don't mind, Dylan," and he motions with his hand to the bed. I say,  "Pull the
bedspread down. I'm not laying on that cum rag," meaning  there's lots of
fucking allegedly taking place on motel  bedspreads.

Exhaling cigarette smoke, Dodger  pulls the bedspread down, as I ask, "Is
this a smoke-free motel room?" Dodger  goes, "Yes, aren't they all nowadays?"

I go, "They'll charge you a couple  hundred dollars extra." He says, "Good
luck to them. I paid with an AMEX debit  card that has about twenty cents
left on it." Huh, that's pretty smart. Putting  my cigarette out in an empty
beer can, I lay across the bed, my knees on the  floor. Vinnie gets behind me
between my legs and rubs the sticky head of his  cock up my ass crack and
over my melon shaped butt cheeks. I feel it getting  harder and the head
feels large compared to Norman's. Vinnie holds his firmed-up  cock in his fist
and feeds the head just past the lips of my anus, then humps it  in and I see
stars as I'm grunting and holding my breath. It's not as bad  as I expected
because my anus is still opened-up quite a bit by Norman's  fat boner and
there's Norman's cum residue to act like lubricant. A cloud  of smoke circles
my head as Vinnie exhales, then asks, "You doing okay, Dylan?"  I nod and
suppress a grunt. It's tight, but I'm looking forward to this,  me being
completely in the mood for buddy-sex by  now.

Vinnie's just naturally rough during  sex and he gives a hard hump driving
that fat cock maybe four more inches up my  ass. It hurts but that turns me
on as I'm visualizing his fat cock filling  my rectum. I can feel it getting
harder and fatter too now that Vinnie's getting  more aroused. His little
hands kneed my shoulders before another forceful hump  flattens him against
my butt cheeks, all eight inches of boner up my ass  now. He grinds his hips,
gasping, "Oooh man, this feels good." He pulls his cock  back quickly and
drives it right back up my ass as I groan, my back arching, and  sensations
tingle inside me making me shudder. More exhaled cigarette smoke from  Vinnie
as I hear Norman says, "Fuck that ass, Vinnie." With a hand on the  back of
my head, pushing my face into the mattress, Vinnie starts fucking and  the
familiar "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill the room as awesome  pleasure
bubbles begin bursting in my rectum. The lips of my asshole grip  that fat
hard fast-moving penis shaft as it plows up and back in my ass.  Oooh the
pleasure! So many sensations flooding my brain I let out my moans  making
Dodger chuckle, mumbling, "My main man, Dylan; he sure does  love him some gay
sex. Hell, so do I!"

"Slap, slap, slap," for about a  minute, then Vinnie stops, fully impaling
me. There's a bit of rustling around  behind me and I'd like to look back
except Vinnie's got my face plastered  against the sheets on the mattress. He
grunts humping against my buttocks as I  suppose Dodger's just mounted him.

I hear, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of Dodger  fucking Vinnie with Vinnie
leaning in against me tighter with each thrust  up his ass. Then he leans
forward, his chest on my back and enjoys Dodger  fucking him for a minute or so.

Vinnie's cock feels so long inside me I  visualize it nestled at the bottom
of my lungs. Lifting up, Vinnie says,  "Light a smoke for me, Norm." I hear
the lighter flick, then Vinnie takes his  hand off the back of my head. I
turn my head and see Norman hand Vinnie a lit  cigarette, making a face,
muttering, "How the fuck can you smoke those  thing?" Dodger says, "Lets get
together, Vinnie, get synchronized with our  humping. Ready? Pull back, now
thrust it in." Oh! Vinnie's cock slides tightly  back until it's pulling
backwards on the lips of my asshole, then up my ass it  goes again. He goes,
"Ooooh," feeling both the sensations off his cock  and the blossoming pleasure
sensations from uncountable nerve endings in  his rectum. Dodger and Vinnie get
their thrusting synchronized at a steady pace  and Vinnie starts breathing
noisily, sometimes exhaling smoke and sometimes not,  but I can feel his
body shuddering as it absorbs double the pleasure it's  receiving from both
ends. It's  very sexy to realize the guy who's fucking me up the ass is getting
fucked up  his ass at the same time. A huge turn-on for me and my second
orgasm is building  quickly now.

I don't know, but it seemed about  two minutes before both Dodger and
Vinnie stop thrusting. I'm filled up  with Vinnie's cock and he's filled up with
Dodger's extra chubby four inches.  Norman's behind Dodger and all three of
them lean in against my ass as Norman  humps his boner up Chubby's ass. Then
it's thirty seconds of mayhem as they try  getting synchronized, and never
do, but there begins some wild thrusting. Less  then a minute into it
Vinnie's body stiffens, he groan humping against my ass  cheeks, them a desperate
hump and I feel his load flowing into my bowels. He  makes a whining sound,
probably shooting more cum up my ass but I can't  tell. It's very sloppy up
there. After a few seconds of deep breathing the  thrusting gets going
again, Vinnie's cock not nearly as hard as it slides in the  sloppy gunk in my
rectum. It's all so fucking sexy. I'm hearing scattered sounds  of males
fucking, bodies slapping against each other and then in a  rush my climax comes
on me now it's my body that gets stiff. I hold my  breath a second as Vinnie
thrust his cock back and forth a few more  times as I'm flopping against the
side of the mattress squealing  and shooting cum against it. My cum smears
around my crotch as my hips  hump. Gasping for air, sensations traveling all
over me with my  shoulders shuddering before the sensations fizzle away and
I lay limply against  the mattress. It was sort of a unique climax, but a
really good one  overall.

Now Vinnie's  lying against my back again, both of us  being jostled with
each thrust of Dodger's cock in Vinnie's ass and Norman's  thrusting up
Dodger's ass. I'm lying here grinning and feeling  good... loving it all. Vinnie
sort of squirms against my back as Dodger groans  and I suppose climaxes up
Vinnie's ass. Now only Norman's thrusting while  Vinnie's and my climaxes
are merely memories. Vinnie's goofing around  playing with my hair and giving
me wet willies. I try struggling out from under  him and succeed, his long
wet cock dragging over my left butt cheek as it pulls  out of my ass. He then
pulls away from Dodger, who falls against the mattress.  Vinnie and I light
cigarettes. I go, "Jesus, Vinnie, you fuck great." He takes a  drag, then
with smoke coming out of his mouth, he tells me, "Yeah, I know.  Here's what
I'll do: I'll call you for a haircut when I get back from  Disney World.

While you give me the haircut I'll fuck you. You know, like we did  last time."

I go, "Yeah, you play the part of Dodger," and he goes, "And you  play the
part of you." I go, "I can handle that."

Dodger says, "Will one of you help  me out here. Norman still hasn't
climaxed and he fucking my ass raw."  Norman says, "Dylan, you need a little more
ass thumping, c'mon." I shrug  as Norman pulls his wet, ridiculously hard
sloppy cock out of Dodger's ass.  Dodger says, "Felt awesome there for a
while,  Norm, but dude, you gotta learn how to climax." With his five and a half
inch  rock-hard boner sticking straight out from his groin, Norman walks
over to me,  asking, "Is it okay?" I shrug again and he gets and arm around the
front on my  throat pulling my head back like last time, then he rams his
cock up my ass  and fucks me hard and fast, both of us standing. Dodger's got
another cigarette  going, saying, "Pretend he's Nelly the lamb, Norm."

Norman lifts my chin some  more  and fucks my ass for another minute before he
makes a strangle  sound and almost lifting me off my feet climaxes so much
cum it's  running down the back of both my legs. Another hump against my ass
shooting more of his jism inside me. Dodger chuckles, "Jesus, Norm, you're
gonna  bust a blood vessel if you're not careful." Norman gasp bending me
forward  now while he breaths deeply and fucks me hard for another minute
before stepping back. More cum rolls down the back of my legs. I'm gasping  as I
take Dodger's cigarette from his lips and drag on it. Holy shit! I love
getting fucked like that. Norman's the man.

Vinnie goes, "Gee, now I wish I  volunteered to be the one ol' Normie
climaxed in. Look at the juice running out  of Dylan's ass." Dodger goes, "Think
how humiliated the sheep were." I ask,  "Norman, did you fuck the sheep
before or after they're sheered?" He mumbles, "I  should never have told you
Eastern boys about that. You just don't  understand the rite of passage we Nort
h Dakota boys go through." He's laughing  though, so no hard feelings. And I
still don't believe him. We're all still  naked and there so much cum on
the back of my legs I step in  the shower and turn it on. Dodger gets in with
me and washes my ass and  legs using a washcloth someone used earlier. I
say, "Would you put some  bath gel on that rag, please." He does as Vinnie gets
in with us, then  giggling Norman gets in as I slide out and try drying
myself with a  damp towel I find on the floor.

We all get dried off as I glance at  my wristwatch and see it's ten of one,
so not so bad, as Norman would say. I  feel good like I always do after
getting fucked really well. They pass the  bourbon bottle around, but I pass it
by me. I'm not that drunk actually.  I'm a six pack of beer and maybe three
shots of bourbon, drunk. Not  so bad. We get dressed and go outside to  the
vending machine putting dollar bills in it for candy bars. I get a Baby
Ruth although I wanted a Butterfingers. Norman took the last one though, so I
took the next best one. We talk for a few minutes, then after a hug and
saying  my goodbyes to Vinnie and Norman, they go for a dip in the pool. I ask
for  a ride back to my place, and Dodger accommodates.  During the fifteen
minute ride I half expect Dodger to be serious, but he isn't.  We just tell
each other how much we like each one another and then have a  really good
kiss goodbye until we meet again. I get out of the truck, saying,  "Thanks for
a very unusual night, Dodger." He looks at me and gets serious for  the very
first time in Wildwood, saying, "Never forget, Dylan, I love you too,  If
something doesn't work out, I'm there for you." After the last two crazy
days I wasn't expecting that, so I just nod, muttering, "Yeah, um, thank you,
Dodger." He grins and pulls away. I wish I'd said I love him too. Maybe it's
 best I didn't though, and anyway I'm not so sure I do love him like  that.



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



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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine  published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them  for
next to nothing. The books are under ten dollars. They are about a 19 year  old
gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And there is  a
new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out by
typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can  be
found in some detail there. Thank you.



Donny  Mumford



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