Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 15:13:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S DILEMMA   PART 9c  (VACATION ENDS)   by Donny Mumford

		    DYLAN'S DILEMMA by Donny Mumford

	  ** DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 9c (WILDWOOD CONCLUSION)**

			       Chapter Seven


Willie gave me another gift during the ride from Wildwood to Sea Isle City,
a really cool watch.  We also had quite a bit of exciting sex earlier this
afternoon, and now Willie and me are in the shower together. He's
shampooing my hair and bathing me... and, at the same time, he's telling me
that I have a hot slim body, the cutest face, and the most perfect ass he's
ever seen... he's making me out to be something really special. With all
that going my way, why don't I have a glowing smile on my face?  It's
because Willie also told me he's got "important" things to discuss about
our relationship during dinner. I suspect it's about this crazy "dominance"
thing that his roommate Larry has convinced him is necessary in a gay
relationship. Willie doesn't know any better, he's never had a role model
at home and the ones he's had at Prep School are the cousins, Larry and
Carl, who believe it's mandatory that one of the parties in a gay
relationship be dominant over the other. During summers, at their parents'
vacation house in Maine, Carl is dominant over Larry... and while boarding
at Prep school, as roommates and sex partners, Larry is the dominant one
over Willie.  Now Willie feels he's the dominant partner in our summer
relationship.  As far as I can make out, the dominant partner administers
discipline to his underling in the form of a spanking when necessary. Maybe
in other ways as well, but I don't know what they are. So, this is the
reason I don't have a glowing smile on my face at the moment... it's the
absurd allegiance Willie has to doing things Larry's way.

To be fair I should add that my initial self "outing" came through the
tutelage of one of the cousins,Carl... so initially, I too believed there
was a need for a dominant party in a gay relationship. I was not under the
impression it was going to be me.  Over the past few months though I've
come to see that it's not necessary to have that type of relationship just
because you're gay.  You can have one if you like, but it's not necessary.
I like little parts of the "dominance game" during sex, but none of it the
rest of the time... which is to say, most of the time. Apparently Larry has
been telling his protegee Willie to get tougher with me and Willie's
struggling with that concept at the moment.  It's not a game to Willie,
he's one hundred percent serious about his need to be a dominant figure in
my life.  And, what makes it harder for me to dismiss his idea, and maybe
dismiss him too, is that Willie loves me. He's real sure about that, and
another reason I can't just blow him off is that I'm close to loving him
too... he's so cute, so generous, so sexy, so much fun! and deep down
inside, he's a true sweetheart.  He just can't get past this dominance
thing which he feels is his responsibility.  He thinks if he doesn't take a
strong hand with me, we won't last as a "couple"... as boyfriends, and I'm
positive he desperately wants us to remain boyfriends.  We were quiet as we
showered and when Willie had me as clean as clean can be he hugged me and
whispered in my ear, "I love you, Dylan". Then I shampooed his hair and
washed his slim tight body, which by the way, also has a great ass as part
of the hot package known as Willie Worthington.

As I washed him I thought of all the pluses in our "boyfriend"
relationship, and then I tried to think of the minuses, you know, in school
it was called a T chart or something like that.  Good points on one side
and negative ones on the other.  I could think of many positive points, but
I couldn't think of bad ones, except the dominance thing. The bottom line
is I want to be Willie's boyfriend so I told myself to listen to him at
dinner and give him the benefit of the doubt.  I can surely tolerate 'some'
nonsense... especially if the other part of the experience is wildly
positive. I'm certainly not perfect myself, so why should I expect Willie
to be. Try the art of compromise... maybe, I give in on this and Willie
gives in on that. Just then, Willie broke into my thoughts by saying,
"Don't look so serious, Dylan. I'm not going to dump you at dinner, baby.
We'll work it out."  I pretended I didn't hear that because it pissed me
off that he would assume I was worried he'd dump me, that's the least of my
worries. I'd just gotten myself thinking positively again so I didn't want
to lose that frame of mind by commenting on the supposed "dumping". Best to
simply not respond to that comment, and instead say, "I think you have a
hot, hot body for a skinny boy, sweetheart." Willie frowned at me... heh
heh, probably because I used the term of endearment he has been using for
me.  I smiled at him in a nice way and he couldn't help himself, he smiled
back and we kissed quickly just as I was turning the shower water off.  I
wanted to take the initiative in deciding when our shower was over.  You
know, get Willie use to us taking turns deciding things. Baby steps toward
equality. Hey, maybe a bumper sticker with that phrase would be good.  I
chuckled to myself and Willie frowned again, then said, "I wish I could
read your mind, Dylan" and then he dried my hair with a big white fluffy
motel towel.

We took turns drying each other and then got dressed.  Willie and I brushed
up our flattops which we'd trained to stand-up on their own pretty
much. Willie nodded his head with approval at my hair, reached over to pull
the cross out from beneath my button up the front shirt so that it showed
outside my shirt and then cupped my face in both hands to kiss my lips and
say, "You're the cutest boy I've ever seen.  I feel so lucky that you've
been my boyfriend."  I told him thanks and that I was lucky he was my
boyfriend too, but later I wondered about the past tense sound of the word
"been" in Willie's statement. As we left the motel suite Willie put his arm
around my waist like he usually does.  I stopped in my tracks and asked him
not to walk with me like that unless we were in a gayborhood, which is to
say, a neighborhood that was gay friendly... like that neighborhood in
Cambridge. Willie, in turn, urged me not to worry about what other people
thought, that we weren't hurting anyone and should be able to walk together
anyway we wanted. We stood outside our room, on the balcony, and argued
about this. My point was that it didn't matter if we should be allowed to
walk anyway we wanted, the reality is that walking like that is flaunting
our relationship, our sexuality, in everyone's face... and, for certain
people that's the only excuse they need to cause trouble.  Why seek
trouble?  I took his arm and put it around my neck like Mike Sullivan
walked with his boyfriend Richie.  I said, "Please Willie, can't you have
your arm around my neck like this?"  He looked angry, then hesitated and
changed to an exasperated expression on his face, and then he goes, "Oh,
OK, if it means so much to you."  And off we went looking more like good
buddies then boyfriends... well, at least they'd be a chance bystanders
might think we weren't boyfriends if we walked this way, the other way was
like a sign around my neck screaming... "WE'RE QUEER!!!" Truth is, I
usually like Willie holding on to me, but it makes me feel self conscious
in crowds of straight people.  And, going back to the topic of "baby steps
to equality", I feel pretty good about winning this little victory of
getting us walking together the way I prefer... it's a start.

In the car driving to the restaurant I was pleased with myself, but Willie
had a irritated look on his face so I waited a few seconds and reached over
to squeeze the back of his neck and say, "Thanks, Willie"....  to try and
make him feel better.  He looked over and softened his expression to say,
"Oh, it's nothing. You're welcome.  I'm trying to figure out how to start
my 'talk' with you, that's why I'm so quiet. You're kind of so sensitive,
and all."  I nodded my head that, yeah, I am, and left it at that.  The
restaurant wasn't far and Willie had a reservation so we got this good
table with a view of the bay.  It was dark by now, but they had the place
lit up pretty good.  Willie ordered buffalo wings as an appetizer for us to
share.  While we waited for it Willie said, "Look at your menu, Dylan, so
you know what you want.  Then we can talk without being interrupted."  I
surprised myself by feeling kind of nervous... he was so serious, and even
though I know it's dumb, I had that nervous feeling because, all of a
sudden, Willie had adopted this authoritative aura about him, it kinda gave
me a buzz... weird!  Hell, it was only six weeks ago he had hyperventilated
trying to be stern with me.  That was in his own bedroom during his
mother's birthday party... now he seems to have gotten his feet under him
and he's acting more confidently. "You decided yet Dylan?" I looked up and
said, "Is she-crab soup for a starter OK, and then deep fried soft shell
crab with french fries for my main course?" Damn, I was acting tentative
and I hate when I do that.  Willie said, "That's fine, I'll tell the
waiter. Now, put the menu down and listen to me.  Look at me!"  I looked
him in the eyes and he said, "I told you earlier today that I wasn't
breaking up with you, but that's not exactly true.  This will be our last
date, and I mean this dinner tonight, unless you straighten yourself out.
It's hard for me to have to say these things because I love you, but it
simply won't work for the two of us if you think you can push me around and
treat me any way you want to."  He stopped to give me a challenging look,
like... "are you going to disagree" or "do you have anything to say for
yourself".... it was like that.

Taken totally by surprise again.... shocked, really.  Willie is always
taking me by surprise. The last thing I thought he'd be talking about is
breaking up. Hell, he says he's in love with me every twenty minutes. I go,
"Ah, I don't want to break-up with you, Willie. Why are you talking like
this?"  My heart was thumping a little bit now because he's so intense and
sincere I know he's totally serious.  Willie, acting pissed-off now, says,
"You take me for granted.  No call from you on Monday, you call Tuesday
only because you found out your brother wouldn't be here this weekend.  You
don't think to mention that you're having your body pierced... you don't
even mention it, never mind asking me, your boyfriend, what I thought about
it.  When I tell you I've researched for a barbershop we can go to together
to get our flattops done correctly, a flattop that I got because of you in
the first place, and one I'll be punished for when we go up to Maine. To
all that, what do I hear from you?... you say, let's get mohawks, or some
damn thing.  You're not the least bit considerate, never-mind grateful that
I went to the trouble I went through finding that barbershop, or arranging
for my motel room, or this restaurant, or that I got this reservation, or
anything really.  You disrespect me at every turn, and I'm the dominant
lead in our relationship ... god only knows how you'd treat me if I was the
submissive one.  Is there anything you have to say that might make me
change my mind about breaking up with you?"

Well, a couple of things came to mind... Chubby isn't my brother of course,
and I never asked Willie to get the flattop haircut in the first place, and
I'm not going to Maine.  What were the other things he said?  It doesn't
matter because I could hardly believe my ears when he said this could be
our last date ever, and I could hardy believe when my eyes started watering
right then either, but they did. I had to wipe across my eyes with the back
of my wrist.  Willie was unmoved, but he didn't have a particularly mean
expression on his face, more like a sad one.  I said, "Why are you saying
this. Why do you want to break up when we're having so much fun together? I
give in to things you want to do, and all that.  You can be the lead
boyfriend, it's OK with me.  I don't mind.  You know I'm new to this gay
relationship thing anyway." Willie shook his head as if I still wasn't
getting "it", then gave examples of me not paying attention to him and of
how I disrespected him.  "For instance, Dylan. Getting your ear pierced
without even mentioning it to me is humiliating to me, and I'm embarrassed
that you did that to me.  I'm your boyfriend and you don't even fucking
mention it... you've never mentioned it once in all the times we've been
out together." Willie had me thinking to myself how ironic that I was
feeling so cocky just fifteen minutes ago making the point about Willie
walking with his arm around my waist... and now, I'm feeling lost. Have I
really been insensitive to Willie?  I guess I can see some things from his
viewpoint. All of a sudden it was clear to me that I absolutely did not
want to lose Willie.  There are other minor things for me to consider at
this time also, for example, my Mom and Tris are having guys over the house
right now , so if Willie breaks-up tonight, like he said, and drops me off
back there I'll have no place to stay the night. He was staring at me and
tapping the table in an annoying manner while I tried to think of what to
do or say. Quite quickly I began leaning toward the tactic of going along
with whatever he said, and just see how much of it made sense.  It's been
my number one tactic since becoming gay... go alone with things for now,
and sort it out later.  I could always opt out of everything with him if it
gets too ridiculous. So, without intending for it to come out sounding
pathetic, like it did anyway, with my voice sort of cracking and whining, I
said, "I'm really sorry, Willie.  I really, really apologize! What can I do
to make it up to you?"

Willie sat back in his chair and slowly rubbed his hands together. It
looked like he was doing some fast thinking because, maybe, he didn't
expect me to be so contrite. I didn't feel like looking at him for fear I'd
make a face or something when he said what was on his mind... I swear, I
never know what he might come up with. After about thirty seconds he leans
forward with his elbows on the table and says, "Look at me."  Just then the
waitress sets down the buffalo wings and asked, "You boys ready to order?"
Without looking up, Willie says, "Give us a few more minutes". She leaves
and he says, "Tell me you'll accept the discipline I feel you need.  That's
all you have to say. Tell me this... Yes Willie, I accept your discipline."
I swallowed and asked, "What is it?  The discipline, I mean."  Willie
explained it's his job to decide what is appropriate and it's my job to
accept whatever he decides.  I had a random rational moment in my head and
a few thoughts slipped in.  For one, I wondered if this is the sort of
thing that the "mohawk man" was talking about when he said all us cute
little gay boys are "playing" at gay sex.  That's one thought, and another
was... how bad could sweet Willie's punishment be? And another thought, why
throw away all the possible future fun and games with Willie because my
pride won't give in on this crazy idiosyncrasy of his.  I told myself to
give it a try... like I said, I can always opt out later if Willie is
unrealistic.  Still, it was hard to say.  I looked down at the table and
mumbled,"Yes, Willie... I accept your discipline" and Willie added,
"Whatever you decide, Willie" so I repeated that too and he sat back in his
chair again, looked at me and said, "That wasn't so hard, was it, baby?"  I
said, "I guess not" but I had a pout on that my Mom, Tris and Chubby would
recognize and, of course, they'd try to do something to get me to smile or
laugh. Willie waited a couple of minutes while I was frowning, pouting, and
looking everywhere except at him, then he snapped, "Stop that right now!
Look at me..." when I looked up he said, "eat a buffalo wing and smile".

I tried to get grumpier looking, but he made a cute face and said, "Dylan,
buffalo wing" so I picked one up and willed myself to try to stop acting
like a toddler-being-sent-to-bed.  "Dip it in that sauce.  It's good."
Willie pointed to a creamy looking sauce with blue/green specks, I dip the
wing and took a bite.  Oh my god, the sauce was just like the salad
dressing Willie's chef made for us on our second date, or was it the third?
I couldn't help but smile a little.  The wing was hot but the blue cheese
dressing was cool. "Your chef made it better" I said and Willie went on a
long story about how his mother bribed a chef away from a restaurant to be
the Worthington's chef. She stole him away from a prominent Boston
restaurant about two years ago... I'd never heard of the restaurant.
Willie appeared to be back to being the Willie I knew or maybe I didn't
really "know" Willie after all, maybe he was just back to being the Willie
I'm familiar with. Our waitress came back and Willie ordered more buffalo
wings and large iced teas.  The more he talked the more relaxed I became
and he was as nice now as he's ever been.  I was so glad I'd decided to
swallow my pride and accept Willie's deal.  It made me consider this... why
do I think my idea of how a relationship should go is better than Willie's
idea of one.  I was still into the concept of compromise and Willie
compromised with the arm around the waist thing and I compromised with the
stupid punishment thing. Flashing through my brain was the last discipline
I'd ever received, other than the mohawk man... it was from the Marine, and
it was basically for the same reason Willie is going to discipline me... I
disrespected him.  Am I self centered and do I ignore other people's right
to be respected?  Is that me?  Just because I don't agree with something,
doesn't make me right, does it?  I can be wrong too.  Once again, it's
confusing to me. I'll sort it out later, but for now I'll work through
things with Willie the best I can so we can have a fun weekend together.

The waitress drops off our iced tea and the additional buffalo wings and
says, "I'll be back in a minute for your order".  Willie has a mischievous
grin on his face and says, "Dylan, I memorized some more stuff for dinner
conversation.  We need some laughs after the gloom I laid on our dinner.
That's over with for right now.  This is funny..."  I'm thinking, how the
hell does he memorize these long, detailed, jokes.  Willie begins:

This guy, Norman, from Maine was visiting his cousin in Texas at the time
of the annual Chili cook-off.  Norman's been known to brag about how he
preferred hot, spicy foods so his cousin asked him to be a judge at the
cook-off. They'd be plenty of spicy chili and plenty of free beer for the
judges too.  His cousin warned him that Texas chili might be hotter than
Maine chili, but Norman dismissed that with a wave of his hand.  Scorecards
for each chili tasting would reflect the notes from the three judges about
each chili, the two judges from Texas and Norman, who was judge #3.

1st Texas chili the judges tasted...Monster Chili

judge #1's notes... too heavy on the tomato taste

judge #2's notes...Nice.  Mild.

judge #3's notes... Holy shit!  What the hell is in this stuff.  You could
remove dried paint from your driveway with this.  Took me two beers to put
the flames out.  This must be the hottest one!

2nd Texas chili...Afterburners

judge #1... smoky with a hint of pork

judge #2... Ok, but needs more peppers to be taken seriously

judge #3...  Keep this out of the reach of children!  I tasted nothing but
pain... I was gagging so badly I had to wave off two people who wanted to
give me the Heimlich maneuver. More beer!!

By now both Willie and I are working up some good laughs... inciting each
other.  I could just see this guy Norman with his mouth hanging open and
fanning it with his hand as the chili got spicier and spicier.  As with all
Willie's stories, the funniest part for me is Willie... face real red,
gagging from laughing so hard at his own jokes. He can hardly get the words
out.  This was exactly what we needed to put Willie's lectures behind us.
Willie catches his breath , takes hold of my wrist and says, "There's more,
there's more" and he goes on:

3rd Texas Chili... Black Magic

judge #1... Great kick

judge #2... a bit too salty

judge #3...  Call the EPA!  I've located a uranium spill.  My nose feels
like I've been snorting Drano.  Everyone knows the routine by now... get me
more beers and pound on my back to get me to stop coughing and start
breathing.

4th Texas chili... Lip Remover

judge #1... Disappointing, expected a kick.

judge #2... Was that a hint of lime in the beans?

judge #3...  My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I
can no longer focus my eyes.  I farted, and four people behind me needed
paramedics.  The bartender saved my tongue from catching on fire by pouring
beer directly on it from the pitcher.  It pissed me off that the other
judges said my constant screaming was making them lose concentration.  Fuck
them!

I begged Willie to stop because my stomach hurt so much from laughing... it
was ridiculous.  I'd already knocked over a water glass pounding the table,
and now I felt dizzy.  It's the exact kind of humor that can get me to pee
my pants.  Outrageous situation, with some poor sap caught in the middle.
Oh my God, we laughed at that poor bastards discomfort.  Willie said there
were four more chili "tastings" each one of them hotter, but he'd tell me
about them another time and I was grateful for the respite. Jeez, that was
some funny shit, especially compared to the earlier dinner conversation.  I
guess Texan chili is a tiny bit hotter that Maine chili.  I like chili, but
ours is kind of mild I guess, certainly when compared to that.  The
waitress came over and asked Willie if we're ready to order.  Wonder why
she didn't ask me?  He gave her both our orders.  Willie got a whole
lobster for dinner and a mixed green salad for starters.

Willie had some other humorous jokes and some interesting factoids too.  I
tried to remember a couple to test Chubby with sometime. I told Willie the
factoid I'd gotten from Google about the average penis size being as short
as three and a half inches. He refused to believe it.  Of course, his penis
is over seven inches long so I can understand it being difficult for him to
believe there are guys running around with three and a half inch dicks. I'm
going to be checking pecker sizes out much more closely this year in gym,
especially the shy boys who wait till the last second to jump under those
communal showers... should be fun spotting a three and a half inch dick
bobbing around.  By the time we got to the dessert it was hard to believe
we'd had that awkward beginning to the dinner.  I felt good again and asked
Willie, "Come on Willie, please tell me what my discipline is going to be."
I was talking in a pretend baby voice, but Willie responded in a serious
one, "It's no joke Dylan. We have our fun times and our serious times...
discipline is one of the serious times."  Well, that put the damper back on
the festivities, but I just nodded my head in agreement.  I had agreed to
go along with Willie and I will, if at all possible.  I almost chuckled
though from imagining Willie giving me a spanking.  I've had only two real
spankings in my life, both since realizing I was gay.  One from the Marine
and one from mohawk man. I don't think Willie's will be approaching
anywhere near the level of those two.  Willie paid our bill with a hundred
dollar bill, the first one I've ever seen, and we walked outside to a
beautiful summer night. I wanted us to be light-hearted in spirit again so
I put my arm around Willie's neck and hugged him a bit.  There was still a
line waiting for tables even though it was late.  A lot of chit chatting
going on and the usual activity of people milling around and making new
acquaintances as they waited for there "party" to be called.

With my arm around Willie's neck, he slipped his hand inside the back of my
shorts and under my boxer's waistband.  His hand was on my bare ass.
"Don't Willie.  Not here for Christ sake, look at all these people".
Willie goes, "Just be still"... he was not sounding at all as if he were in
the same jovial mood as me.  He has long hands and long fingers... Willie
is a bit longish in every department. The pad on his middle finger was
rubbing my hole and I gasp, "No Willie. Wait till were in the car at
least".  In goes his finger to the first joint.  I had to bend forward a
little, my arm slipping off his shoulder so now I was just holding the back
of his neck with my hand.  Willie slowly pushed his finger up to the second
knuckle and I bent forward a little more with my hand slipping off Willie
and reaching behind me to grab his wrist as his finger goes up me as far as
it could. He fucks me a number of times with that finger and then, turning
his finger over, gently rubs and massages the prostate gland and especially
the lobes on either side of it... gently. I felt like I was going to cum
almost immediately.  I had to take a pee too, I'd held off going pee here
because the restaurant lavatory was crowded and I can't start a pee if a
lot of activity is going on around me.  The walnut shaped prostate Willie
was massaging is right below the bladder, Willie was bumping mine as he
massaged my prostate so I was on the verge of either peeing my pants or
cuming in my pants. I begged in a whisper, "Please Willie, don't!" but he
continued bumping my bladder as he gently massaged my prostate, then long
finger thrusts up my hole for ten or twelve time before going back to the
gentle massage.  The finger fucking gave me a hard on and the massaging had
me ready to cum, or pee, or both.

As I continued to whisper begging pleas for Willie to stop, it occurred to
me we were being observed.  We were at the entrance to the parking lot, but
people in line could see us... they most definitely wouldn't know what was
actually going on though... too bizarre for the average person to even
think of. Willie finally said something, "Let it go, relax and let it
happen and then we'll leave."  I went, "No, lets go to the car. I'm going
to pee my pants." Willie started walking me toward the line of people so I
said, "OK, OK, I will" and I relaxed and out came a lot of cum, and a
little pee.  The front of my pants quickly soaked through.  It was mostly
cum because I recognized that unmistakable feeling immediately, but it
wasn't like an aroused explosion at all.  It felt good, but nothing like a
regular climax. And that initial shot of cum was followed by more pee as
Willie continued to push against my full bladder.  Out it came, and now it
was running down my legs, and I wanted to cry.  Willie pulled his finger
out of my ass and waved it at those people who were gawking into the dimly
lit parking lot at us, probably wondering what the hell was going on.  I
guess they figured that since no one was yelling for help we were happily
goofing off in some teenaged manner.  After the wave Willie put his arm
around my neck and straightened me up. The finger that had been in my hole
he held against my top lip and I almost threw-up.  He was walking me toward
the car saying, "How's it feel to be embarrassed and humiliated when you
least expect it? Well, that's how you've made me feel any number of times
the last week or so.  You don't think about other peoples' wishes and
desires, just your own.  I was crying a little bit when I said, "That's not
true at all and I never did anything to you as bad as you just did to me."
Willie said, "That's just like you, assuming you know what's as bad for me
as it was for you.  How do you know how bad something is for me?"  I began
to realize he wasn't talking angrily to me now, but rather
compassionately. And he was hugging me around the neck, not holding me in a
headlock grip anymore.

Pee and cum soaked the front of my shorts and had run down both my legs.
Willie opened the car's trunk, took out a towel from our motel room and put
it on the passenger seat for me to sit on.  This entire punishment had been
planned by Willie ahead of time.  He'd gotten the towel when he checked in
earlier in the afternoon, before he even knew about my pierced ear.  What
do I make of that? During the short drive back to our motel Willie
justified his "discipline" as appropriate because he felt I disrespected
and embarrassed him and he certainly achieved those two goals with his
discipline of me thus far. It was sinking in to me that, as far as Willie
was concerned, he and I were going to be "even" after the discipline.  From
my viewpoint, was I willing to let it go at this and call it even-stephen.
Hmmm? Yeah, why not.  Plus, I'll bet that Willie is feeling he may have
gone too far, so he'll likely give in easily to my next "compromise"
item. I think I already know what that will be too. For right now though, I
stayed quiet to let Willie ponder how pissed off I was... and the other
great realization I had was... hey, we weren't breaking up, and god damn,
it was really a relief to know that.  I was just beginning to see how much
our relationship meant to me, I certainly won't be taking it for granted
anymore.  At the motel Willie said, "Just walk past those people Dylan, and
leave the towel here."  I had planned to wrap the towel around my waist to
cover all the pee and cum on the front of my shorts, but Willie wouldn't
allow it.  I guess he isn't all that worried about me being pissed off at
him after all.  "Wait there a second, Dylan."  I stopped and did what he
said because I assumed this was part of the punishment. Willie put his arm
around my waist, like he knows embarrasses me, and we walked right by
thirty people sitting at the outdoor lounge drinking cocktails.  I looked
at the ground and heard a number of catcalls as I tried to block all the
words from registering in my brain.  I kept doing a mantra in my head... I
don't know them... I don't know them... I don't know them.  And, then we
were in our room.

Willie said, "Get undressed".  I was in a mood now to do whatever he told
me to.  I guess he broke me down a little.  He didn't want to punish me
anymore though, now he was giving me tender loving care.  He ran a bath and
bathed me and then he got undressed and we took another shower together.
We dried each other in silence and got in bed naked. "Are you going to be
OK, Dylan?  Are we going to be OK?" I nodded my head and hugged him around
his neck.  Willie said, "Did you learn your lesson?"  I said, "Yes" and
after a while we began one of our world famous make-outs. It was weird
because I felt closer, more attracted to Willie than ever before. Actually,
it was a unique feeling that I've never felt before.  He was definitely in
the driver's seat with us because as it turns out I need him more than he
needs me.  He loves me more than I love him, but I still need him more.
It's nuts I guess, but it was obvious to me.  It was obvious to Willie
too... maybe it was obvious to Willie long before this. Another weird thing
was my lack of nut juice during our make out... no spontaneous climaxing
from our make-out this time, that's for sure. Willie had caused all my cum
juice to drool out of my penis from the prostate massage. Our make out was
hot though, just the same.  I was crawling all over Willie kissing and
sucking his mouth, tongue and neck.  We both had the hardest boners
stabbing at each other, it was awesome.  All of a sudden it seemed I
couldn't get enough of his taste and smell and feel.  I could hardly breath
when he pushed back my head roughly and held me in place to work on that
hickey he insist I have.  It was not pleasant, but until he was finally
satisfied I made myself lay docile for him.  Finally he said, "OK Dylan,
that's a beauty. Here, spread your legs."  I did and he got on his knees
between them, raised them up with a hand under each thigh and said, "Hold
these to your chest" and right away I felt the head of his boner at my
hole.  Willie spread my buttock apart, let some air out between his teeth
and hump the head of his cock inside me, past my ring. There was precum on
the head of his penis to help it go in, but I wish he'd use some lube.

He steadily pushed his seven inches up inside me and then let out a been
lung-full of air, "Oh my god, baby.  That feels awful good" and he pushed
down on the backs of my thighs, that I already had against my belly, and he
fucked me at a medium speed with long thrust and it never felt this good
before.  I was murmuring, "Oh Willie, oh my god that's good.  Faster
Willie... fuck me Willie!" Jeez, I was reminding myself of my first
introduction to anal intercourse by Carl, and the way I'd call out his name
in ecstasy during our early fuck-days together. Now I'm doing it for
Willie.  I wanted to stop being pathetic, but I couldn't because I was so
aroused. After a good four or five minutes, Willie pushed his cock all the
way up inside me and leaned down, chest to chest on top of me.  I was
sucking air in between my lips trying to appreciate every fantastic sensory
second of pleasure.  He kissed me and said, "Feel good, does it baby?" and
I'm gasping air wondering why does it feels so good this time.  Maybe
because I thought I might lose Willie for a while there, or maybe because
Willie showed me who's boss, and just maybe I liked him doing that.  I
swear I don't know, but it was so sexy.  Leaning on my belly and chest he
used just his hips to do very fast thrusts until a girl squealed out
"Wiiiiiillie!" and a small amount of cum spurted out of my boner.  That
spurt felt better than the big load of cum that shot out into my pants
earlier.  Willie came at the same time the girl called his name and that
filled my tank up to over flowing.  He was grunting and slamming his crotch
into my ass. It was truly awesome.  I was exhausted, sweaty again, and all
cummy again too.  My own spurt of cum and Willie's big load combined to
smear around on various parts of my body.  He pulled out saying his pecker
was very sensitive again. We lay together side by side with Willie wrapping
me up in his arms like always. I got the worse case of shivers and shakes
for some reason and Willie's going, "Shhhh, it's alright, Dylan".  I think
everything that happened tonight was catching up with me and caused that
shivering reaction.

We lay there for fifteen minutes.  Calmed down now, Willie was mischievous
sounding, he says, "Want to go again?"  I knew he was kidding, I just
hugged him a little tighter and mumbled, "That was the best you've ever
fucked me, Willie. Why is that, do ya think?"  Willie said, "I'm not sure,
but it happened to me too. It was when I finally realized and accepted that
Larry was the boy in charge between the two of us.  I began enjoying the
best fucks from him after that and maybe that's the difference with you
too."  I thought... whoa, he is very sure of himself.  He'd said all that
in a very casual manner as if it's as plain as the nose on your face.  I
said nothing so he added, "It'll be fine, Dylan. You'll see.  What would
you like to do now?"  What I'd like to do is have a fucking cigarette, but
Willie has said "no cigarettes". Except, I promised myself earlier today,
when it's my turn, I'd try through the art of compromise to make a stand
with the cigarettes, so I say, "I want to have a smoke and I know the smell
bothers you so you'll need to puff on one too."  I tried to say that in the
same matter-of-fact manner Willie had said that thing about him being in
charge.  He goes, "What?  I don't smoke!" and I used the example of
smelling the booze on the breath of a drinker... that is, unless you take
one swallow of that drink yourself, then you no longer notice the booze
smell on others. Willie says, "I know that's true, but I don't want to
start smoking.  Are you nuts... cancer and all."  I told him I didn't smoke
enough to affect anything and that I plan to stop pretty soon anyway, but
"I'm talking about right now, Willie, and I'm asking you to please do this
for me."  Then to use a little leverage with the "in charge" thingie I say,
"I know I need your permission and that's why I'm asking.  Please!"

This "in charge" thing might work to my advantage because Willie isn't like
that turd, Larry. Willie is basically a sweet kid who wants to be liked.
And, it doesn't hurt that he loves me.  I knew what would happen, he goes
"Oh OK, Dylan, but I don't want you to make a habit out of this, and we're
not smoking inside."  I didn't want to smoke inside in the first place, and
we'll just see about making a habit out of it. hee hee...  This was back to
being fun again.  To keep up my bad-boy act I said, "How about we grab some
booze out of the mini-bar over there and have ourselves a big-boy cocktail
while we smoke".  Willie is getting into the spirit now, he goes "Not a bad
idea.  You'll need to get us a soft drink from the vending machine though,
to cut the booze taste a little." I was smiling inside as I say, "Yes,
Willie."  Fuck, make a game of it. Willie gets to think he's in charge and
meantime I get everything my way, including the pierced ear. We got the
stuff and then out we go to our small deck, over-looking the ocean. We both
had our feet up on the railing and rum and cokes in a plastic cup in one
hand, our other hand was holding a cigarette. "Just take little puffs
Willie.  It's not unheard of for beginners to get a bit nauseous."  He
goes, "Wish this was a "J", we do that at Prep once in a while , and oh my
god does that get ya giggling." He's taking little girl puffs and I'm
suppressing a giggle of my own. The rum and coke is just barely
drinkable... too much rum, I guess.  As bad as they were, we managed to
have three rum and cokes and three cigarettes each. Willie, during the
third drink, slurred, "Ya know, baby, it feels cool to smoke.  Maybe I'll
take it up as a prop, ya know?"  I go, "That's the spirit, sweetheart" and
we're both giggling like a couple of drunk teenagers... maybe we were a
couple of drunk teenagers By the end of the third drink we were having a
great time philosophizing about things we didn't know anything about, and
repeating ourselves with these same misconceptions... with
conviction. Neither Willie nor I do much drinking in our everyday life so
it hit us harder than it would someone who's use to it.  It was fun though.

We finally called it a night.  We both did a pee, brushed our teeth, and
were wrapped up together under the covers pretty quickly once we decided to
get some sleep.  No sex, which I've heard is occasionally a problem with
too much drinking, but we'd had a lot of sex today anyway.  Willie slurred,
"You're not too upset with me are you Dylan?  I needed to put my foot down
with you, please say you understand."  I kissed him and said, "I'm wicked
happy, Willie.  You're the boss, but the key word is compromise."  Willie
chuckled and mumbled, "Fuck, at this point I'd be happy for compromise, but
so far after putting my foot down with you, we've done everything exactly
the way you want it to go."  I mumbled back, "See, compromise works!"  He
goes, "Fuck you too" and a nice wet kiss on my mouth.  My dick twitched,
but I'll need to wait till morning to take care of it. Willie's breathing
quickly was deep and steady... hope he dreams something really nice about
me. What a goofy, up-and-down day. Well, if I don't actually love Willie,
and I'm not saying I don't... but, if it isn't real love, it's close, real
close.  I've heard getting through tough times together helps build a
strong relationship.


  **DYLAN'S DILEMMA - PART 9c (WILDWOOD CONCLUSION)**

                                   Chapter 8

Willie groaned as we rolled out of bed around eight in the morning.  I'm
whining, "Why do we need to get up so early?  I got a hangover."  Willie
mumbles, "We've got to get our haircuts and be back here in time for our
water skiing lesson.  I've got a hot speedboat rented for all afternoon and
an instructor comes with the package for the first hour.  It'll be so
cool."  I said, "Dude!" because that does sound cool.  We brushed our teeth
with vigor and then jumped into the over-sized shower stall to shampoo and
wash each other, also quickly.  While drying my hair Willie says, "The head
of my dick is still too sore, even this morning.  I won't be able to use it
to fuck you, Dylan, and it's the only one I got.  Guess I worked this organ
too hard on you yesterday, but with you being so yummy I can't seem to be
able to stop myself.  Sorry, baby, maybe this afternoon."  I go, "Don't
fret about your dick, I wanted to ask if I could fuck you anyhow, for
once. OK?"  I looked at him and Willie was biting his lower lip looking
interested.  He goes, "Go ahead and ask me.  It's been awhile since I've
been fucked... way back to my Mother's birthday party."  I got this real
serious look on my face and without making fun of the situation, I said,
"All kidding aside. Do ya think it would be OK if I fucked you this
morning? Please, Willie, I'd really like to."  You see, if I want to get my
way in all things that mattered I figure I need to be respectful of Willie
and not mock the situation, maintain the illusion that he's the "man". This
is my latest strategy, anyway. My goal is for both of us to be happy and
feel good about ourselves.  Willie says, "Sure, I like getting fucked too,
but first the rimming, remember?"  I thought, OK, we both got our way and
rimming Willie is a good thing as far as I'm concerned. Willie says,
"You're doing real good this morning, baby.  We're already naked so let's
hop up on the bed again."

On top of the sheets, Willie gets comfortable... he was on his knees with
his head resting on his forearms, his forearms flat on the mattress.  This
leaves his oh-so-hot ass sticking up in the air. I got on my knees behind
him and sitting back on my ankles I massage his buttocks with both hands
and right away I started getting hard.  Willie has a great ass. I leaned
forward and kissed his ass all over and then licked his round, firm,
totally hairless buttocks.  Spreading apart his cheeks I gave a big wet
kiss right on his asshole, followed by a long lick and then, beginning down
at the back of his balls, I lapped all the way up his entire crack and then
licked all around both sides of his ass crack.  Jesus! my dick was like a
steel rod by now and when I reached under his nut sac to feel Willie's cock
it's just as hard as mine so I stroke it awkwardly a few times and Willie
says, "I love the way you rim my ass, Dylan.  I love it!!"  This time I
sucked on the back of his nuts first, and then started my long lap up his
crack, over his hole and then back down, stopping at his hole this time to
concentrate on licking right on it, over and over.  Willie moaned and
tightened up his body, he did a full body shudder just as I was noticing
those little goose bumps breaking out all over his arms.  My tongue had
worked it's way into a small opening at his hole and then I pushed in a
little more and then some more.  This time I did taste a slight bitter
shit-taste for a few seconds, but it faded. Guess what, that hint of
Willie's shit got my dick dripping precum. It was so sexy to me to perform
this submissive sex act, I loved doing it... it added to my overall sexual
thrill... this is an example of a little submissiveness being a turn-on for
me.  As I said, the hint of shit faded almost as fast as it appeared so I
really got into fucking his hole with my tongue. His sphincter got looser
so, without warning, I went up on my knees and pushed the head of my
dripping, throbbing boner past Willie's sphincter ring and up inside him, I
went in about two inches. He let out a squeak, but pushed back on my cock
so I pushed forward and together we got my cock totally up his ass in no
time flat.  Willie goes, "Oh fuck!  That feels so good... oh my god, I
forgot how hot this is. Fuck my ass, Dylan."

I thought it felt awful good myself, and Willie's right, I'd also forgotten
how good it felt from this end.  There were black dots dancing in my vision
and they weren't from my hangover either. This was fantastic. It's really
fun fucking Willie, I'd done it only twice before.  I've never fucked
anyone else of course, so yeah, this is hot!  No other experience, but how
experienced do you need to be.  I drove my boner in and out of Willie's
hole while holding onto his hips with both hands.  Nothing clever or fancy
about this fuck, just pleasure for me and apparently for Willie too. My
nuts were working overtime and began to hurt a little as they slowly moved
up to the top of my scrotum and pressed against my groin.  More precum, and
then I knew this was it, I grunted out, "I'm cuming, Willie" and a long
string of cum blasted out of my cock into Willie's bowels.  Immediately
Willie's sphincter ring tightened around my boner as he fired a load of his
cum on the sheets and then we fired our second shots together.  Willie had
two more tight contractions accompanied with lots of the familiar
steam-sounds from the air being squeezed out between his front teeth.  I
had cum droolings with each thrust for a minute or so after climax... boy,
did that feel good. Finally falling onto Willie's back and hugging around
his slim body I kissed the back of his neck, the half inch long hairs there
tickling my nose... he was smelling so nice with his Willie scent. Sex with
Willie is awesome.  He let his knees slide backwards till we were flat on
the sheet, me on his back with my dick up his ass.  After a couple minutes
of heavy breathing Willie says, "Well, that rocked awfully good, Dylan.
WOW!  Nice fuck, sweetheart!"  Then thirty seconds later he checked his
watch and said, "I hate to be a killjoy, but we gotta get moving now."  I
wheezed out, "You're the best, Willie. I loved that so much.  Hey! can't we
lay here a little while longer?  You know, till I get another boner and I
can do you up nice and slow."  Willie started rolling over as he said, "No
more playing around, do what I said, Dylan.  We need to get moving." As we
got cleaned up again we discussed the sex.  What we liked best... being
"top" or being "bottom".  We both liked both... no surprise, but if I had
to chose just one, I'd be a bottom and Willie would chose just the
opposite.  So, we're a good pair in that regard.

We ate a quick breakfast at a diner, Willie checked his driving directions
and off we go, heading for the barbershop that serviced, among others, the
army personnel from the army base next to it.  I asked Willie what an
authentic flattop was and he said it looked to him like they were shorter
then Willie's original old barber's flattop. I whined, "I don't want a
shorter one, Willie. Why do we need to have authentic flattops anyway?"
Willie took this opportunity to once again display his "in charge" status
and said, "Because I want us to. That's all... just to see what it is. I've
decided we're going to do it so please don't nag about it." Well, I've been
winning some of the "battles" between us lately, and I know I need to go
along with Willie on some things too, because that's what makes a good
compromise.  What the hell, to make him feel good, I said, "Yes, Willie".
He looked over and nodded in a serious way.  Like I say, with Willie, he's
not playing around with this boss stuff.  I'm playing around as much as I
can with it, while, at the same time hoping it'll work out, and I think it
will.  It might work out real well.

The haircuts didn't work out real well though and I'd been pretty sure they
wouldn't from the second we walked into this three-barber barbershop. Lots
of clippers buzzing and the guys waiting for haircuts looked kinda like
they'd just gotten a haircut two days ago.  Willie and I looked at each
other and I nodded by head at the door meaning, "Let's get the fuck out of
here" but Willie pushed out his lips, made a face, and pointed at two empty
seats against the wall. I shrugged and sat down saying, "You're the boss,
but were gonna get scalped".  We waited twenty minutes until one of the
middle-aged barbers looked at us two and said, "You're next, son.  Let's
go." Willie pushed on my back and I got up and went to face my fate.  It
wasn't pretty. As he fitted the cape around me, the no nonsense barber
asks, "Regular flattop?" and I see Willie staring at me so I say,
"Yeah". The barber clicks on the clippers and my beautiful light blond hair
was falling in my lap from all around the sides of my head.  It was a
ridiculous amount considering I already had a short hairstyle.  Glancing in
the big mirror across from me, it looked like just skin on the sides of my
head, no hair. I almost laughed it was so outrageous, to me it seemed
nuts. When he was running the clippers up the back of my head he took them
right over the top at the crown.  I wanted to say, "dude, that's the top of
my fucking head you just shaved down to about a eight of an inch". I looked
in the mirror and caught Willie staring at my barber with his mouth open
just as another, even older barber says to him, "Your up now, son." Willie
looked over at the guy with a startled expression on his face and I did
blurt out a snorting laugh, which I pretended was a cough.  My barber never
even slowed down. After cutting just about all the hair off the sides, back
and crown of my head, he got out a trimmer to outline around my ears. When
he was done that, the contrast between the shaved outline made the eighth
inch hair on the sides look like I had some hair there at least.  It looked
a little bit better.

I heard Willie reluctantly say, "Yes, a regular flattop" so I give him
credit for being true to his word.  I have to believe I would have
said... "no" to a regular flattop and at least asked for a longer version
of a regular one.  That's what we both should have said... ain't hindsight
twenty/twenty.  My barber brushed the hair that was left on top of my head
up vigorously and then cut about an inch and a quarter of it off leaving
three quarters of an inch at the longest, for the hairs at the very front.
It got shorter the further back on my head he went.  So, the final cut was
three quarters of an inch in front tapered down to an eighth of an inch at
the back of my head, the crown.  Swell!  It took about ten minutes and cost
ten dollars.  My flattop looked exactly like the two guys who got flattops
before Willie and mine.  When his was done, Willie's looked like mine too.
Outside Willie said, "I was at a sheep shearing in Prep Middle school a few
years ago, we had a field trip to some farm, and I noticed that when the
wooly sheep got sheared down to their skin, it seemed they all had this
embarrassed look on their face.  A number of kids and teachers commented on
that same thing, and now I know just how the sheep felt."  I said, "This is
another fine mess you got me in, Willie" he goes, "The three Stooges?" and
I go, "No, not the Stooges, two cartoon guys.  I think they were real
comics about a hundred years ago, and now they're cartoon
characters. Ollie, was the fat one, I think."  Willie says, "I don't know
nothing about that, but this haircut we got... all I can say to you is,
sorry Dude, my bad!"  We both couldn't stop feeling the back and top of our
heads.  It was like rough sandpaper.  Getting in the car, Willie rubbed his
head and mumbled, "This really sucks and it don't look cool at all."  I'm
like, "Duh!  Ya sure about that?"

In the convertible, the wind blowing on our mostly hairless heads was a
weird feeling.  Both of us said we were going to make a big effort though
to put this unfortunate incident behind us, scratch it up to a bad fucking
idea, and move on.  We just made our scheduled time for the water skiing
lesson.  The instructor was a well built guy, not particularly good
looking, with a few tattoos and a killer smile.  He's probably twenty-five
years old, around there.  "You in the service, boys?" was his first
question, undoubtedly because of our haircuts, and Willie says, "Sort
of. Where do I rent the skis and all?"  We got all the stuff we needed,
plus roast-beef sub sandwiches and a couple bottle of Snapple each.  Off we
went to learn to ski.  It was a blast and after a while, except for
noticing Willie's super short flattop, I hardly thought about mine at
all. Andrew, the ski instructor, must have detected somehow that Willie and
I were more than buddies because he asked at one point, "Ah, are you
guys... ah, that is, are you boyfriends?"  Willie said, "Yeah, we are,
why?" The guy told us that he's straight, but he noticed "there's that
killer hickey on Darren's neck, and, I don't know, ya just seemed like you
were boyfriends" .  Willie goes, "It's Dylan, not Darren." and a bit later
the guy says he knows about a party tonight where a lot of the guys will be
gay.  It's twenty dollars a person for all the beer you can drink, lot of
hot music, and military guys were always welcome. Willie said we'd think
about it and check back with him if we needed more information later on,
when we returned the rental boat.  Andrew said, "Sure thing man, it's up to
you".  He went into the office and we took off like a bat out of hell with
Willie behind the wheel, driving this too-fast motorboat much too
fast... me holding onto the safety straps for dear life. Willie is a
wildman in a boat.  He loves the speed and is apparently experienced at
"boating" but he was still scaring the shit out of me.

Naturally, Willie had thought of everything and in the backpack he had with
him was sunscreen, towels, change of tee shirts and even a couple of
baseball caps which came in real handy. The sun blaring down on our newly
uncovered scalps would burn the top of our heads if we didn't wear the
hats. The guy water skiing didn't wear a hat, but in the boat we always
wore one.  It was a lot of fun, the afternoon flew by.  Willie had of
course water skied before... what a surprise that was!  The instructor he
hired was for me, and Andrew sure did a hell of a job because I was skiing
like a champ before the end of the afternoon.  In between water skiing we
talked about what we wanted to do tonight. Andrew told us the party was
actually a weekly event at an adult gay club with a liquor license and all
that, so normally you'd need to be twenty-one to join, except there was an
exception made for military guys.  They could get in at any age. Usually
you need to wear your uniform or show your dog tags, but he, Andrew, would
vouch for us as we were obviously in the military. I looked at Willie when
Andrew said that and Willie made a face like, "Ouch!" meaning, our haircuts
were so bad only a guy in the military would have one like it. The allure
of getting into an adult club, and a gay one at that, was strong and we
wanted the adventure. This is one thing even Willie hasn't done yet, gotten
into a gay club. Needless to say, I've never gotten into any club of any
kind, although a girl in my homeroom last year did ask me to join the
French club.  I declined the invitation and that still remains the closest
I've ever gotten to being in a club... until tonight.

We got the referral card from Andrew.  It had the club's address and
driving directions on the back. Willie thinks Andrew gets a commission for
everyone he refers to the club and that's why he was so anxious to verify
that we were, in fact, in the military. We'll check out the club after our
dinner.  If it's fun we'll stay, if not we'd leave.  Actually it sounded
real exciting to me, but then whenever I'm on a date with Willie something
exciting and unexpected always does seem to happen.  We arrived back at the
motel with no difficulty, got our stuff out of the car, walked across the
parking lot to the lobby, and headed upstairs to the second floor.  Half
way up the stairs I blurted out a laugh because it was so obvious that
everyone we passed snuck a look back at us.  Either they'd seen me last
night with my cum and pee stained pants, or they remembered Willie walking
with his arm around my waist, or their eyes were bugging out of their heads
looking at not one, but two boys with severely short flattop haircuts.  We
were the freak show they'd be telling their friends and families about back
home.  I laughed now, but a couple of months ago I'd have been blushing to
beat the band, humiliated beyond reason.  Willie is apparently rubbing off
on me, he wasn't even aware those people were gawking at us..

Upstairs in our room we dropped everything and headed for the shower.
Coming off of a salt-water activity, at the beach or boating, you always
have the dried salt from the ocean all over you, the old sunscreen on your
skin, and that dried out feeling from a day in the sun.  Nothing feels
better then getting all that stuff off of you, getting wicked clean under a
roaring shower. Well, almost nothing.  When we'd washed and shampooed each
other till we were squeaky clean, we got under the new, clean, crisp sheets
of the kingsize bed to escape the coolness of the air-conditioner a little
bit, and after a short make-out, using lube this time, I fucked Willie for
almost twenty minutes before we exploded our cum shots, mine went up his
ass and his went on the previously chrisp, clean sheets.  It was an
excellent fuck and we stayed in bed wrapped-up in each other with my penis
up Willie's ass for quite a while afterward.  It was awesome baby!
Naturally we fell asleep because of the late night we had last night, and
because we got up early this morning, and because we're teenagers and
therefore always tired.  I did break Willie's balls a little bit about the
haircuts when we finally woke up.  I was asking him, "Where's your fucking
comb, Willie?  My fucking hair is all messed up."  He was a good sport
about it, but in truth there wasn't a damn thing a comb or brush could do
"for" or "to" our hair.  It just was as it was.  Eventually we were dressed
and out to dinner.  We ate at a little spot that was owned by someone his
father's business manager knew very well and because of that we walked up
past a long line of peons, right up to the maitre d' where Willie was
greeted like a celebrity, and we were then ushered right to a table for two
at the edge of the bay.  I could get use to this special treatment.  The
muttering of the peons didn't even bother me as we butted in front of about
fifty of the "little" people... they'll get their tables eventually,
patience my dears, patience!

Dinner wasn't as tasty as the entrance had been, but it wasn't bad
either. It was OK.  I had a fried shrimp platter and Willie ordered
bouillabaisse which obviously I'd never heard of, and when it came in a
large, shallow, bowl it looked like the left overs from five or six fish
dinners piled into a broth that smelled like clams... not appetizing to me,
but Willie raved about it and insisted I try it sometime.  I told him,
"perhaps when I'm homeless".  There were clam shells and shrimp with their
shells still on and a couple of chunks of lobster shell and chunks of fish
and I don't know what all else... a fucking nightmare to eat. Aside from
that, everything was fun and cool! Later, we found the gay club, but it
wasn't easy even with the directions.  No name at the entrance, no nothing
except the building's address number.  The door opened into a lobby that
had a short line leading to the real entrance of Club Boytoytime. Willie
said, "Catchy".  The line moved right smartly, all males in line by the
way, not surprising, but Andrew had said "mostly all gays" so I expected a
sprinkling of female voyeurs.  Willie handed the guy the card Andrew had
given us and we were ushered to the side where a black dude said, "Where
the fuck you two been?  We expected you here by nine."  Even Willie was
speechless.  He finally said, "You have the wrong guys." The black guy
muttered, "Oh, great!  Comedians.  Follow me!" We went up two flights of
stairs exchanging glances like, "what the fuck?".  The lower flight of
stair led to a big, loud room with many guys of all ages dancing, many
without shirts... some in their underwear.  Very loud dance beat music and
the sound of glasses clanking against one another, loud talking and
laughing too.  They had one of those globes with hundreds of tiny mirrors
to make the spot light look like streaming tiny spotlights...pretty cool.
That room was very exciting.  The next flight led to a much quieter and
much smaller bar area with maybe fifty men talking... half pairs and half
singles.  They were mostly drinking and there was music, but not dance
music... it was like a regular bar. Occasionally a subdued loud speaker
would announce a number in a low voice, "Number twenty-one please".  Willie
and me are looking around, totally in the dark as to what's happening, the
black guy says, "My name's Kendrick.  Use it when you tell the bartender
what you want to drink, the drinks are comp-ed.  I'll go see how the other
boys are doing."  Willie and me look at each other for the tenth time since
coming in here and Willie says to me, "comp means free, as in
complimentary."  I'm like, "oh" and a shrug because I've never paid for a
single thing with Willie so everything is "comp" as far as I'm concerned.
Willie ordered two imported beers that tasted so bitter I couldn't drink
mine.

"What the fuck is going on here, Willie?" I asked.  He said, "Hell if I
know.  Let's see what's shaking and we'll decide if we should stay or
bounce outa here."  Willie got himself another beer and I got a grapefruit
juice and vodka... we both had a cigarette. When we'd gotten our first
drink the bartender looked at us like he couldn't believe his eyes.  He
gave us the drinks and then lisped, "How old are you two?" and Willie said,
"Eighteen, why?" the bartender says, "For Kenny's sake, you'd better be"
and he moved away to serve some men down the bar.  Willie and I exchanged
more looks with Willie explaining why he said we were eighteen...  "no one
will believe we're twenty-one, but I figured we'd better be a least
eighteen years old". Kendrick came over to our table and said, "Here, take
a couple of these" and handed us a few pills. I said, "Man, is that for a
headache because my head is starting one."  Kendrick actually laughed and
said, "You two are a riot.  You'll be great.  Take the fucking pills." For
the thousandth time tonight Willie and I exchanged glances and then Willie
said to Kendrick, "We're not trying to be funny, we don't do drugs.
Really, we don't."  Willie was respectful when he said that, not being a
smartass and Kendrick goes, "Oh Jesus, what a night.  OK, ball busters,
I'll be back for you in a couple of minutes."  When he left I said, "Hey,
they never collected the twenty dollars a person admission that Andrew told
us about". Willie said, "Huh?"  I'm pretty sure Willie was thinking the
same thing I was, "How we gonna get the fuck out of here?"  Willie looks
around and says, "That door we came up in is the only one I see, how about
we casually walk over..."  Just then Kendrick's back saying to us , "See
the bartender over there..."  Willie and I look over and Kendrick says
something about him being a professional place kicker for the New York Jets
a few years ago and blah, blah, blah...  Only thing is, I got great
perifial vision and I see him sneaking power from a smell manilla envelope
into our drinks. My heart goes "bam..bam...bam" but I stare extra hard at
the bartender as if to say, "See, I couldn't see you put that shit in our
drinks because I'm looking real hard at the bartender!"

Kendrick casually put the envelope in his side pocket and says, "Five
minutes boys, finish your drinks and you can have a go at the boys before
you take their place in the sling".  Then he hands us each an envelope.
Willie looks as confused as I felt, both of us taking the envelopes while
frowning at Kendrick. The second he's out of earshot I say to Willie,
"Don't touch that fucking drink! That guy poured some powder in our drinks,
I saw him out of the corner of my eye."  Willie's like, "You're shitting
me!" but I shake my head no. "Where can we dump these things?"  The area
around the bar and the small dancing area were hardwood flooring, but the
table area where we're sitting had thick carpet so I casually and slowly
poured most of my drink on the carpet under our table... it was absorbed in
the carpet's pile.  Willie nods his head and does the same whispering,
"Leave a little".  We put the glasses back on the table, each had some left
in the bottom. I'm feeing more than a little bit scared because this is
serious stuff, trying to drug us.  Willie is unconsciously rubbing the
sandpaper feel of the back of his head and biting his lip for a few
seconds, then says, "Lets just go right back down the stairs, right now"
and we start to get up, but Kendrick is right there like he'd materialized
out of thin air.  "Come on guys, you're up. What branch of the service are
you in?"  Willie goes, "Marines" and we follow Kendrick down a hall with
signs pointing this way and that, they were labeled, "SLING ROOMS" "GLORY
HOLE" "PRIVATE ROOMS".  I hear Willie say, "Fuck" under his
breath. Kendrick opens a door to a room with two hammocks or something
hanging from the ceiling and two gray haired men appeared to be humping the
hammocks.  "Oops, sorry gentlemen, wrong room".  The next door led to a
similar room with two hammocks but no one was humping them.  Kendrick say,
"Guys! Listen up!" I thought he was talking to Willie and me until a head
pops up over the side of each hammock... the hammocks were actually too
short to be a real hammock, but I didn't know what else to call them.
There were made of leather, I could tell by the smell.

The heads belonged to teenaged boys about our age.  One was a redhead with
real bushy hair who had a face almost as red as his hair.  He said, "Where
the fuck you been?"  Kendrick said, "They're newbies, OK? Let em' have a
quickie and then they'll relieve ya.  I gotta take care of something else,
so you two" he pointed to the hammock boys, "are responsible.  Got it?"  as
they nod their heads, Kendrick opened the door and is gone, never to be
seen again... we hoped. On the wall was a condom dispenser and
complimentary lubricant.  The four of us stare at each other until redhead
says to me, "How bout you do me real quick so I can get on my way.  Tips
has been good tonight so you're lucky with that."  He swung the hammock a
bit and underneath was a hole in the hammock.  It didn't take a genius to
figure out that that hole was matched up with the redhead's asshole.  My
dick twitched and I groped my crotch.  Willie said, "Just curious, but
where do we leave when we're done?  Down the main stairs or what?"  The
other boy was a very cute blond, but he had that dumb look in his eyes you
see in kids sometimes. He said, "Fuck no!  Ya want to piss off Kenny, ya
stupid dick.  Go down the hall to the left where it says EXIT... duh!"
Willie says to me, "Let's go" and we're out the door in a flash with the
hammock boys yelling, "Hey! Hey!"  that's all we heard as we ran down the
hall, took a left and flung open the door that was there.  It led outside
to metal steps going two floors down.  Looked high at first, but we didn't
hesitate.  Lots of noise, the hard leather soles of our sandals against the
metal steps... clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.... an echo after each
"clack".  I thought, we're not going to escape this easy, are we?  At the
bottom of the stairs we ran away from the building, which means we were
also running away from our car, but we weren't thinking straight at the
moment. Just, get the fuck away from there.

Four blocks, running hard... I was already half a block in front of Willie.
Finally, something I can do better than him, run.  He called out, "Wait up,
Dylan' so I slowed up till Willie was next to me and we jogged two more
blocks and then collapsed onto a bench at a bus stop.  Breathing hard,
Willie says, "What do ya think, babe?"  I say, "We better start circling
back so we can sneak up on the car. They don't know our car so there isn't
any reason someone would be watching it."  That's what we did.  It took a
half hour to do a big circle and then, there was the parking lot.  Willie
says, "If they're watching the lot, they'll be looking for two boys so I'll
go in alone.  If they grab me, find a phone and call 911".  Our cell phones
were in the car.  That was our plan, but we didn't need one.  No one
approached Willie as he walked up and got in his car.  I wondered if his
heart was thumping as hard as mine.  He's got guts, Willie does.  I was
proud to be with him.  He came roaring up to me, he leaned over and
unlatched the door for me to jump in and did he ever lay some rubber with
the back end of that BMW swerving from side to side.  I could smell the
burnt rubber for two blocks.  Willie ran a light and we were a quarter mile
from the Garden State Parkway just like that.  Willie let out a long stream
of curse words and I knew it was him letting out the tension.  I felt a
little sick to my stomach, but I knew that was just too much adrenaline
pouring into my system.  I get the same reaction when I'm in a fight, well,
right after the fight.  It will pass in a couple of minutes.  "Fuck, fuck,
fuck that fucking Andrew" Willie was screaming at the night with the wind
blowing over our extremely authentic flattop haircuts.  We both calmed down
after a bit, but we didn't have much to say on the Garden State Parkway
back to Sea Isle City.

Back in our room Willie and me hugged and then got the nervous giggles.
We'd dodged a bullet for sure.  Neither one of us wanted an adult beverage
from the mini bar so we sat out on the balcony drinking orange soda,
smoking another cigarette, and building up the story of our adventure for
future retellings. Willie didn't even argue about the smoke, just
said... "Yeah, I could use one of those, I think".  We worked over our
adventure at the gay club and it's going to be BIG, I can just see that.
It was big enough to start with, but wait till be exaggerate it over
time... oh man! what a story we got there.  Almost as an after-thought we
remembered the envelopes and we fished them out of our pockets to find a
hundred dollar bill in each, the second and third hundred dollar bill I'd
seen tonight.  Willie scuffed at the hundred dollars, "Big fucking spender,
that prick Kendrick.  Huh, Dylan?"  I was thrilled to get that hundred
dollar bill, but I realized it didn't mean much to Willie so I said, "Guess
ya gotta make your money with tips.  The kid said the tips were good
tonight. Maybe we should have stayed awhile."  Willie goes, "Oh, there
ain't gonna be any tips, but don't worry, sweetheart, I'm pretty sure
you'll get fucked tonight, and without the need fof a sling too." As it
turned out he was right.  I got fucked that night and I was lucky enough to
get it again the next morning too... Willie's penis head had healed.  He
had to catch a two o'clock flight out of Atlantic City on Sunday so after
he fucked me doggy style on top of the bed, we had a big breakfast and then
he drove me back to Wildwood.  No one was in our place, the Moms were on
the beach according to a note from Tris. Chubby wouldn't be back till seven
that night, so Willie and I had the place to ourselves for goodbye kisses
and mushy words of love.  This weekend convinced me that I love him and
Willie said he was more in love with me than ever. Neither of us mentioned
specifically the "I'm in charge" lecture of Willie's, but we acknowledged
it in other ways. In my own mind, I didn't feel inferior or a second rate
citizen to Willie, it wasn't like that at all. We both felt comfortable in
our relationship now and I honestly admired Willie for the way he handled
it.  He was hurt and he showed me how he felt by embarrassing me. Just
because I didn't think getting an earring, or not calling him from my
vacation, and stuff like that would be perceived as a slap in the face to
Willie... well, that didn't mean it wasn't.  It's all long gone now. Hell,
there were so many positive things about this weekend, they overwhelmed the
bad part.  Plus we had all that sex, sex that went both ways.  I'd never
felt closer or more in love with Willie than when we said goodbye.  Last
words from Willie were, "I can't wait for next Tuesday night Dylan.  I'm
already thinking about my first glimpse of you as you come out of your
condo. My dick gets hard just seeing your face in my head.  I love you so
much, baby... so much!" And, as he'd done other times, he gets so emotional
it's almost like he's crying.  Very sincere is Willie Worthington.

I went out on the deck to lounge around and think about things. In the
early afternoon like this it's actually too hot on the deck. I stayed
anyway and spent some time wishing I could see Willie Saturday night, but
we'd be getting back from Wildwood too late Saturday.  Can't wait for
Tuesday, but that's ten days from now and I missed Willie already. Then I
was thinking how Willie has been "out" to everyone since middle school and
how he appears so much more relaxed about being gay than I am.  He's not
particularly ashamed about being gay, nor is he particularly proud about
it... it just is.  Sooner or later I'm going to need to come clean to Mom,
Tris and, of course, Chubby.  It scares me though. Willie never says
anything about me coming "out" one way or the other. Well, one thing is for
sure, I'm not coming "out" on vacation, so, along with everything else,
I'll worry about this later.  Then I wondered about that gay club and how
that kid, Andrew, had set us up.  He must have lied to Kendricks, saying we
agreed to be in a hammock, I guess it's called a sling, to be fucked by a
lot of guys.  Willie told me what a "glory hole" is too and there sure
seems to be some diverse ways to have gay sex. For all I know, there are
just as many diverse ways to have hetero sex, but that don't interest me.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to lie or sit in the sling while a
stranger fucked me. It seems he wouldn't be able to touch you except with
his boner. Wonder why that's sexy, and the swaying hammock effect. Hmm. I
guess I just don't get it, but then I thought of Dodgers haircut fetish and
Chubby's foot fetish and it swirled around in my head making less and less
sense.  Then there's that mohawk man who got sexually aroused spanking me.
I wondered if anyone gets aroused being the one getting spanked, that's
hard to imagine. The spankings themselves are scary, but didn't last too
long and, of course, I'd had just two experiences being spanked.  The
Marine really did a number on me and now I know it's a fetish so I wasn't
nearly as shocked with the mohawk man spanking me as I was when the Marine
did it.  I'd learned from Carl months ago that I need to keep an open mind
when gay sex is involved because it's all so new to me.  I use to think
that rimming was something I'd never do, but now I like doing it for
Willie.  That's an example right there of keeping an open mind.

Smoking a cigarette made me think about Willie because he'd given in to me
on that point and didn't complain when I had a few smokes, actually smoked
a few cigarettes himself. It's definitely not a one-way-street with
Willie... he gives in on stuff too.  Done my smoke I flicked it over the
banister, but not far enough, it landed on the windowsill of the people
below us... Fuck!  I ran in and got a glass of water to slowly pour over
the banister until a lucky spill caught the cigarette and put it out. Can't
seem to get the hang of flicking those things. It was early afternoon so I
wandered down to the beach then, but the Moms weren't there and of course
the twins were off playing golf every afternoon so I took a long walk up
the beach.  When I got back to our place the Moms were out on the deck with
their gin and tonics talking.  They didn't see me, they were going over
their weekend with us boys away.  The Moms had been with the same two guys.
Hope they had a good time!  I wonder if they build up their adventures like
Willie and I did when we rehashed them on the balcony.  I can't wait to see
Chubby.


	   **DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 9c (WILDWOOD CONCLUSION)**

                                  Chapter Nine

When I heard the Moms change the subject from their weekend with their new
boyfriends to what's for dinner tonight, I took a deep breath and got ready
to shown them my fucking flattop. You know, get it over with.  I stepped
out on the deck and quietly said, "Don't freak out, OK?"  Both Moms go ,
"Dylan?" and turn around to look at me.  Tris blurts out a laugh and says,
"You look like a boyscout with that haircut, Honey.  Of my God, that's
something."  My Mom says, "Or the youngest Marine! How did that happen?"
They don't make big deals out of things that aren't big deals.  I'd
forgotten that.  If something's a big deal, they make a big deal out of it,
like Chubby in the hospital.  The Moms were all over the Police for the way
they handled it, all over the hospital staff too, but this silly
haircut... it was a curiosity, that's all.  I told them about my friend
Willie wanting an authentic flattop, I said "He's kooky about hair styles
and I got caught up in the disaster."  I told them what happened and tried
to make it funny because it many ways it was funny.  It doesn't take a lot
to make the Moms laugh so... what I was afraid would be an awkward
situation, turned out to be a funny one.  They both felt my head and
couldn't believe guys actually wore their hair this short on purpose.  I
knew my biological father had a haircut something like my original flattop,
but gratefully that didn't come up. Chubby's bus was coming in at seven
o'clock but we all knew Chubby would prefer if just his Mom picked him
up. If my Mom and me went along too, it just makes Chubby uncomfortable.
He didn't want me going with them when his Mom dropped him off on Friday
either.  My Mom and me would stay here and get the dinner together while
Tris picked-up Chubby. God, I was so anxious to see him again it made my
stomach kind of nervous... a weird feeling.  I had to take a deep breath.

Tris left in our station wagon to get him and I started shucking some corn
while Mom made a meatloaf.  We talked easily and she even told me about
having the boyfriends over for a party. I got the distinct impression the
guys did not stay over either night because Chubby and my room was in the
exact shape we left it in right down to my dirty underwear on the bed.  It
made me feel good they hadn't slept over night but, of course, it doesn't
mean some hanky-panky hadn't gone on.  If it had, I don't want to know
about it anyway... yuck! I pealed potatoes for home fries with green
peppers and onions, then went out on the deck for a cigarette.  I was
thinking about Willie and how great our sex was together this weekend.  Me
fucking him and him fucking me... Willie's sensual make-outs, his smell and
taste.  The wide range of personality he shows, from sweet to stern, but I
always feel his love. It makes me short of breath thinking about him.  God,
when he wraps me up his his arms and legs after sex I can't describe how
sexy that is to me.  Sure, once in a while he insist on being in charge or
dominant or whatever word you want to choose, but it's such a small part of
our time together that it doesn't matter to me.  Or, if it does matter, it
matters in a good way... meaning, I think I like him that way sometimes.
That's just me, others don't like to be a little bit submissive to someone
even if they love him. That's fine for them, but I think I actually like
it.  There is a fine line though that I can't articulate, I'll know it if
it's crossed though and then the dominant behavior isn't
acceptable. Relationships adjust with time, it's like squirming together in
bed until we get together just right with everything fitting together
nicely.  Then we go to sleep feeling good and safe and loved and wicked
comfortable.

Chubby and I have been sleeping like that this entire vacation and I just
got a semi-boner from thinking that thought.  I'm lucky beyond belief to
have two boys that I love so much that we can get wrapped up together for
sleep.  Most people want "their space" but where Willie or Chubby is
concerned, their space is my space and vice versa.  It's always fun to
think about Chubby.  In school last year I'd think about him for hours.
After Carl helped me see my sexual nature, that is.  With Carl, at first it
was hard going, but once I saw the light I was off and running.  I've been
as lucky as you can get to have had so many sexual escapades so quickly,
but I chalk that up to gays attracting gays and cuter guys gravitating to
cuter guys.  Believe me it's hard to state that because it means I think
I'm cute, but it's the only thing I can think of as the reason I've met so
many gay kids in the last four months, especially when I'd met none in the
previous seventeen years.  Ya know, what's up with that.  There has to be
some logical explanation, but until I get a better one I'm sticking with
the one about like boys being attracted to others of their species. Oh
brother! Wonder what Chubby would think of my theory? Heh heh!  Not much,
I'll bet.  God, I can almost hear him ranting and raving about that
idea. Where is he anyway?  I was walking back inside when I heard Chubby
mumbling something coming up the steps behind Tris.  Shit, there's that
real nervous feeling in my stomach again.  What is that all about...

My Mom was asking, "What happened?" and Tris saying, "Nothing really, he
pulled a muscle in his hinie, his bum, bending over to wash basement
windows Saturday afternoon. I guess it is kind of sore so Chubby isn't in a
good mood, are you, Honey?"  They were coming through the door to the
family room while I stayed in the kitchen watching them.  Tris came in
carrying Chubby's little satchel and I hear Chubby behind her grumbling,
"I'd be in a better mood if you'd stop grilling me about a simple muscle
pull" and naturally Tris says, incredulously, "Grilling you!? I asked a
simple question, one question, that's it."  Chubby was inside the door
now... he was walking the same way I walked coming home from Carl's the
first time he'd fucked me twice in one afternoon. I didn't have a pulled
muscle either.  My heart was beating fast, I was scared, Chubby was taking
a beating somehow by somebody and it scared me because I never thought
anyone could do that to Chubby. He looked around, I knew he was looking for
me so I stepped out and he took one look and said, "Jesus, I'm away for two
days and you join the Marines.  Dylan?  What's that?" Chubby had a fresh
tight buzzcut himself so I knew Ricky was bossing him around again.  I
ignored Chubby's buzzcut because this extreme flattop of mine took
precedence. I said, "It was an innocent mistake in judgement that will grow
back in about two years and look normal again." He stared and said, "I've
never seen anything like that, but it's just right on you.  You look
marvelous!" He should have laughed, but instead he grimaced taking a step
toward our bedroom, walking like he had a pole up his ass.  I felt sick to
my stomach now, forget the nervous feeling.  Never-the-less, I followed him
right into the bedroom... the Moms stood there with puzzled expressions,
watching us go.

From past experiences in dealing with Chubby's bad moods I knew the best
way to get him out of it was to be available, but don't interact with him
too much and, for God sake, don't ask him questions. He was flopped down on
the bed as I walked past to our bathroom.  Not really needing to, but I
peed a little bit anyway.  Then I picked up some dirty clothes off the only
chair in our bedroom, dropped them on the floor, and slouched into the
chair with my feet propped up on the bed.  The silence was deafening, as
they say.  I was determined to wait him out and after ten minutes he asked,
"Why'd ya get that haircut?"  I told him the story, embellishing parts to
try making it funnier, and mostly trying to be very
self-deprecating. Including the unnecessary details, and with the
embellishments and all, the tale took maybe three minutes to tell. I
finished with, "So Chubby, that's how I wound-up with this severe haircut.
It could fucking happen to anybody." By the time I finished, he wasn't
exactly laughing, but he was over on his side up on one elbow smirking at
me.  He says, "You are one dumb-ass dude.  As soon as you walked into that
army base barbershop and caught a gander at the guys getting haircuts you
should have did an immediate U-turn and jumped in your friend's car and
your friend should have been driving that fucking thing with his foot so
heavy on the gas the car was up on it's back wheels laying rubber all the
way down the fucking block... nothing but smoke from the burning
rubber. You are one big fuck-up when I'm not around to save your ass." I
go, "I know that." and that got the first smile I'd seen from Chubby since
a few hours before he left last Friday.  I didn't push it, just went back
to being silent as I marveled at how Chubby's description of what we should
have done at the barbershop mimicked the way we left the gay club's parking
lot last night. Three minutes of silence later he said, "I know god damn
well about this routine of your's... you don't say anything until I do.  I
know you can hold off for freaking hours without saying something, but I
can't!  So, you win.  What are we having for dinner?"  I said,
"Meat-fucking-loaf" and he did chuckle at that and called me a "dick".  I
said, "Let's get a smoke" and he bow-legged out to the deck.  The Moms
watched us as we walked by with both of them looking questioning at me, so
I did the "thumbs-up" sign without Chubby seeing it and both Moms looked
relieved and did a little grin.

On the deck I lit up, took a drag, and passed the cigarette to Chubby.  He
say, "Didn't get much of a chance to smoke the last couple of days."  We
talked about tonight, Chubby wanted to skip the boardwalk, "Too much
walking with this damn pulled muscle, and twelve hours on a bus is
exhausting.  Ya wouldn't think it would be, but it is".  I said I
understood and then brought up the idea I had about renting motorbikes and
exploring the rest of Wildwood, the part away the beach and the boardwalk.
He thought it was a cool idea but his ass was going to need to feel a lot
better before he'd try that.  I didn't mention that he's said "ass" instead
of pulled muscle, but in my mind I knew it didn't take too long to get over
the kind of "pulled muscle" Chubby apparently had.  By the next day I was
fine and I think Carl even did me again that next afternoon.  We fucked so
much that first month after he "outed" me it's difficult to remember every
one. His cock was a pretty good match for my ass and I still think of how
good that felt... which is why we over did it that time and I wound-up
walking like Chubby is walking now.  I wonder if that's the reason he's
walking like that... because "it" felt so good he and Rickie over did it.
Or was it something more nefarious than that? We had dinner, Chubby and I
didn't do too much talking. The Moms were chatter boxes though and Chubby
and me learned more about their weekend then we probably wanted to know. We
also learned the Moms had another booze cruise tomorrow, this time with
their new boyfriends, and with those same guys they were going to the
Atlantic City race track on Tuesday and deep sea fishing on Wednesday.
They told us the boyfriends were twin brothers eight years younger than our
Moms and so cute and so much fun.  Before the Moms were done describing the
twins I wanted to meet them... just joking. Twenty-eight years old? I don't
think so.  But the thing is the Moms are having the vacation of their lives
and it made Chubby and me so happy.  It's great to not be fretting that
they're not enjoying themselves.  It all meant Chubby and me were on our
own for dinner the next three nights which is no big deal to us... we're
almost always on our own for dinner.

After dinner Chubby was going to bed, the Moms weren't going to bed but
they were staying in tonight.  They had a DVD they were anxious to watch.
As for me... let me out of here!  I decided to walk the boards a little bit
on my own.  Sometimes it's so cool to only worry about yourself. No concern
if your buddy wants to go here or there, no need for compromises of any
kind, just do what you want.  Of course, it's only fun because it's so rare
for me.  If I was on my own a lot, that would suck!  But on a rare
occasion, it's cool. I walked a totally different route to the boardwalk.
Down a few blocks and up a few blocks and to tell you the truth, it all
looked pretty much the same.  Double decker duplexes tight together for
block after block, all filled with families on vacation. Nothing new to see
this close to the boardwalk, but on motorbikes we could head miles away
from the ocean and see what Wildwood looks like then. I know from driving
in to Wildwood last Sunday that there's a lot of farm land and what gave me
the motorbike idea in the first place is Mike and Richie. They say they
work on a tomato farm, it'd be cool just to find it and wave to them.
They'd be like, "what the...?" ha ha, oh hell, I guess I'd just like to
hang out with them some more.  I headed for the boardwalk now, my
exploration had turned up nothing.... except, wait a minute.  Outside that
convenience store, speaking of Mike and Richie, that looks like their bike.
Of course, there must be many similar bikes, but still, I'll take a look.
I had to go another block away from the boards down to the convenience
store.  Halfway down the block I see the blond, buzzcut head of Mike
Sullivan walking out of the store opening a pack of gum. By the time I got
there he was almost to his bike which was parked along side the building,
it was only visible from my viewpoint.  I looked around, there wasn't
another person in sight... this was really too far away and heading in the
wrong direction for boardwalk-bound traffic.

For a gag I pretended not to see Mike and purposely bumped his arm making
him drop his stick of gum just as he was about to put it in his mouth. He
grunted out, "Fuck!" and then, oh my god, it was so fast I hardly knew what
happened... with a two-hand grip on the waistband of my cargo shorts he
almost picked me up off the ground giving me a wedgy that resulted in my
boxer shorts going a half inch up my hole, I let out a yelp and then, "I'm
kidding around with you, Mike, it's me, Dylan Newman, I met you and Richie
on the boardwalk about a week ago.  I was just messing with ya, dude." Mike
tugged on my waistband harder and said, "I don't remember meeting any
military personnel last week.  Only someone in the military would wear his
hair like that.  I mean, I have a buzzcut, but what the fuck do ya call
that haircut of yours?"  I said, "Flattop, but it was a fucking mistake,
not on purpose" Mike goes, "Hmmm.  I don't recall meeting anyone retarded
last week either.  I mean, bumping into someone on the sidewalk, and
getting the wrong haircut by mistake.  Are you, retarded?" I tried to
chuckle and go along with his joke by saying, "Heh heh, well, my best
friend thinks I am some time, but no, I'm not retarded." Mike pulled me
against him making it seem like I might fall over backwards if he let go so
I held onto him around his chest which, by the way, was as solid as a
telephone pole. I had to turn my head sideways or else my lips would be in
the vicinity of his lips.  Mike is almost three inches taller than me, but
I was up on my toes at the moment so we were about the same height.

He was very calm with everything. I said, "Ah, ya think you could let me
go, Mike?"  He let go of my waistband with his right hand and put that hand
on my left buttocks, massaged it and said, "You're ass is very similar to
Richie's, but then, many asses are similar don't ya think?"  I'm like,
"Well a, yeah, yeah... asses are similar for guys, and I guess girls, about
the same age, but actually I've never done a study. You know, scientific
study." Mike bent me backward a bit so he could reach his hand up inside my
cargo short's left leg and scrunched the material up toward my ass to get
his hand under my boxers and then grabbed a hold of my bare ass. He used
his fingers to pull the boxer material out of my hole and asked, "Better?
Or did you prefer when it was up your ass?" I was getting a semi-boner by
now and his physicalness was becoming a major turn on.  I rested the side
of my head against his shoulder and murmured, "Could you push it back up
again so I can compare the two once more, you know, before making my
choice."  I swear he laughed, but he tried not to show it.  Instead he
pushed the tip of his finger in my hole and I was sort of hugging him now,
with a full blown boner in my pants.  It felt nice.  I love, love, love
having a boner. It's impossible not to notice a dude's boner if he's up
against you, so Mike says, "Please tell me you have a flashlight in your
drawers, Dylan Newman."  I go, "No, no.  That's my penis all filled-up with
blood.  You do recall me mentioning that I'm gay, right? And, you're quite
the hottie, so, yeah, that's my boner... no flashlight." I was thinking,
Willie did a version of this last night and now Mike... Am I lucky, or
unlucky?  Hmmmm?  Mike said, "Did ya ever cum in your pants, Gay Dylan
Newman?" and he fingered my hole going further up with each thrust of that
nice index finger of his. I said, "Oh yeah.  That has happened to me quite
recently, but I'm going to try not to do it right now."

Mike actually chuckled out loud this time, then pulled his finger out of my
hole, his hand out of my shorts, and let go of my waistband too. He had a
composed expression on his face, maybe a slight grin, as he said, "You're a
pretty good sport, gay Dylan Newman.  You remind me of Richie a little bit,
he's gay too." I said, "Thanks for the compliment.  Richie's cool." Mike
took three steps over to the side of the convenience store, turned on a
outside faucet, and scrubbed the finger he'd had up my ass with a
handkerchief he took from his back pocket.  When he'd scrubbed that finger
three separate times he dumped the handkerchief into a nearby trash barrel
and said, "I really should have thought that through a little bit better
and used your finger for up your ass rather than my own. Ya know?" I was
straightening out my cargo shorts' crumbled leg as I said, "Yeah, next
time" and then I added, "You're not gay? Is that what you said?"  Mike
goes, "No, I didn't say that.  I'm sorta gay for Richie, I think he drugged
me or has me hypnotized or under some kind of black magic spell or
something because I sure wasn't gay before I meant him."  Mike is very
attractive.  Wonderfully tanned with that light colored blond hair, very
much like mine. Blue intelligent looking eyes with almost too perfect
facial features.  Very macho, but youthful looking too. Is it possible to
have a baby face and look macho at the same time?  I don't know, but he
somehow pulls it off.  A charisma about him that screams leadership
qualities, yet a shyness too.  Contradictions galore, but a uniquely
attractive boy.  Well, Richie said they'd both be twenty this summer so I
don't know at what age one shouldn't be called a "boy" any longer.  Maybe
it depends on how old the person is thats calling him a boy, who knows
what's politically correct anymore.  I told Mike that my best bud, Chubby,
and me were going to rent scooters and check out the area, maybe we would
come out to see Richie and him on the tomato farm.  Mike cocked his head to
the side a little and squinted his eyes at me, he's so handsome, then he
said, "You don't believe we work on a tomato farm, do ya?"  I said, "Sure I
do."  We smiled at one another, neither of us sure what the other really
meant.

Finally, Mike nods his head toward his motorbike and says, "ya want to ride
around a bit?"  It was eight thirty at night and not quite dark yet, sort
of dusk.  Mike had on cut off jeans and a white tee shirt made of that new
fabric that's so fine and flimsy it's almost like wearing nothing.  Chubby
and me have a couple of Calvin Kline Tee's just like it.  Mike's was about
two sizes too big. Everything about him is casually cool, no effort, just
uniquely his own cool self.  I said, "Sure, where shall we go."  Mike got
on his motorbike and, ignoring my question, said, "sit right behind me and
don't be afraid to hold onto me, it beats falling off the back of the
bike. I'd come back for you if you fall off, but you might suffer a brush
burn or two in the fall." I've never ridden on a motorbike before. I got
on... it's just one longish curved seat for the two of us so I slid against
him right away, you can't avoid it.  So sexy, right up against this hot,
hot kid. Mike has that sexy smell too, it's almost like cologne, but it's
his own scent.  He isn't even aware he has it, but I bet ya Richie knows it
well.  I held him at his waist with both hands, Mike told me to wrap my
arms around his waist and I no sooner did that then he took off with the
front wheel coming off the ground, laying rubber with the back one.  I
heard a man yell out the front door of the convenience store, "God damnit
Sullivan, I told you......" the roar of the motorbike drowned out the rest
of his statement.  Mike didn't even look over at the guy as we roared
by. Hugging Mike through that flimsy tee shirt was like hugging him
bare-chested, it was awesome.  That flat, hard stomach, his kinda wide
shoulders for such a slight body, the muscles in his biceps,
everything... jeez, it was enough to take my breath away.  I hugged kind of
tight and lay the side of my face against the back of his shoulder. This
was better than the thrill rides on the boardwalk.

Mike flew down back roads that were paved, but not recently, as they seemed
almost like dirt roads in places. We were in farm country on those back
roads, without street lights, traveling too fast, but it was
exhilarating. After about twenty minutes Mike comes to a screeching stop
and pointing to a sign that read "TOMATO FARM" said, "Up this road is where
Richie and I work" and he roared up the road which actually was a real dirt
road. Billows of dust behind us in the night.  It was a little scary, but
with Mike I felt totally safe.  Five minutes and we were on the outskirts
of a cluster of buildings...  loading docks and long storage
buildings. Mike says, "On the other side of those buildings are forty acres
of commercial tomatoes, for Hunts and other companies.  Richie and I are
loaders and unloaders, manual labor dudes, but it keeps ya in great
shape. Richie put on ten pounds of muscles already. You want to join us
some day, come for lunch.  We start work real early and so we eat lunch
early too, eleven o'clock.  Any day, drive out and we'll be over at that
table right there" he was pointing to a round table made out of what looked
like a huge, empty, spool of tread. Then the front wheel of the bike came
off the ground again and we fly back the same way we came, maybe just a
little bit faster than we came out.  I loved the intimacy of the
ride... lucky Richie. We roared up to what looked like a tavern.  Getting
off the bike my legs were a bit wobbly because I'd had then in the same
position near Mike's feet for about forty minutes.  It was a honky-tonk bar
with country music playing that twangy sound on the jukebox.  Mike led us
to a booth and a twenty-something year old girl came right over to us and,
while chewing gum vigorously, cracking it too, she said, "Mike baby,
where's Richie? And, don't even try to get this cutie served, it ain't
gonna happen."  Mike said, "Well god damn, if that don't beat all. Richie
and his father went to Philadelphia, his grandmother's sick.  So, to help
you out I try bringing new customers to your establishment and this is the
thanks I get!  To hell with it then, we'll have two birch beers and I need
my dinner. What's good tonight, Thelma?"  She goes, "cheesburgers or
cheesesteaks like always" and she looks at me and says, "You need something
to eat too sweetheart?" I shook my head no and said, "No, thank you" and
Mike said, "Cheesesteak for me with fried onions and put some sweet peppers
on the side.  Fries too." She scribbles something on a note pad, winks at
Mike, runs her hand over my flattop and says to me, "My husband, God rest
his soul, always had that same kind of flattop haircut.  Damn, I loved that
boy so, but he got himself kilt in Iraq two years ago".  With that she took
off to service another customer.

Mike told me he and Richie come in here and get beers on Friday nights when
they have live bands, "Country bands, but they can rock pretty good too".
He said he needed to eat dinner out tonight because Mike's mother and
Richie went with Richie's Dad for maybe their last visit ever to see
Richie's very sick grandmother.  Mike seemed a little broken-up about it,
but his going with them wouldn't help anything, him and Richie being gay
and all, and the grandmother not really able to cope with modern concepts,
so best not to confuse the old woman.  I was a little confused because why
would Mike's mother need to go.  As it turns out, Mike's mother and
Richie's father met through the boys and fell in love... they're married.
"Oh" I said, that cleared it up for me. Our drinks and his food came out
and in between mouthfuls of cheesesteak Mike was surprisingly forthcoming
about him and Richie.  He never said he loved him, not directly, but every
time he said his name there was a little something in the way he said it
that led me to believe Mike considered Richie a precious person in his
life.  I got a shiver imagining someone harming Richie and then having to
deal with Mike... there, I just got another shiver saying that. Their
relationship seemed very tight.  I saw them for only a little while on the
boardwalk, but I saw enough to know there's a lot of love floating around
between them.  On the other hand, Richie flirted with me a bit and I ended
up the evening with a little crush on him, and now Mike is having fun
teasing me with his sexuality, what else can I call it? Hey, I don't mind,
believe me!  I'm interpreting it as a reflection of how secure the
relationship is between Mike and Richie... they aren't worried about a
little flirting or teasing with another guy, they know where they stand
with each other and are very comfortable about it all.

Mike told me that the first time he met Richie he felt this odd reaction,
he had this feeling, it was something different then had ever happened to
him before.  "It was something about his looks or maybe the way he talked"
Mike was looking up in the air when he said that, I guess reliving the
moment.  He went on, "Richie had just moved in with his father who lived in
this tough part of town.  I'd seen him around the past couple of years, but
only in the summer.  Even then, there was something about him that made me
feel funny.  Then, one day I'm right in front of his fucking house, he's on
his porch, but I don't know it's him, and I call him over to help me get my
pant leg untangled from my bike.  He's the last kind of kid I expected to
be living around that part of town, all the guys around there are tough,
tattooed assholes.  I look up and see this, I don't know... this choir boy,
with the open look and that innocence like, I don't know... a "I just want
to be liked" quality or something.  He seemed lonely, and so helpful, and I
guess, cute. Naturally I treated him like shit because I was so taken aback
by him.  Future encounters were about the same.  I was especially hard on
him because I felt this "something" for him and I think it scared me if ya
want to know the truth.  Oh hell, we kind of love each other now... what
can I say? Never thought I was queer, but with Richie I can't help
myself... I'm queer for him."  Through his little speech I stared at him,
he wasn't looking me in the eyes. I got the feeling he'd been wanting to
say these things to someone and I was handy at the moment.  Mike just
wanted to say what was in his head out loud, just to get it out one time,
maybe. He had stumbled onto me to say these things to, somebody he might
never see again, ever.  I felt honored really. There wasn't any doubt about
his sincerity.  Then, just like that, he didn't want to talk about it
anymore. He said, "This is private between you and me, right gay Dylan
Newman?"  I said, "Oh yeah, right."  He nodded his head and held up a
french fry for me to eat from his fingers.  It was good and crunchy and
salty. I can see that Mike is one of those guys who could easily put me in
a trance if he wanted to.

Mike told me if I hadn't happened along he's have been stuck with some of
his old gang shooting pool and drinking beer and he didn't feel like doing
that tonight.  He said, I'm in some kind of goofy mood, I didn't want to
stay home alone, but I didn't want to just hang with the boys either.
You're perfect for my mood, you remind me of Richie, but you're not Richie
so I can tell you stuff that pops up in my head and you can't repeat it
because it's private and because if ya do, I'll break your head. Right?"  I
said, "Oh, yeah, absolutely!"  Mike wanted to ride the Double Shot. "You
ever go on the Double Shot, gay Dylan Newman?"  I said, "It's only my
favorite fucking ride" and Mike's say, "Let's go then, I'll treat ya."  We
rode to the boardwalk, where I'd been headed almost two hours ago.  Mike
parked the bike in a "do not park" zone and we walked the boards awhile.
Mike had his arm around my neck the same way he walked with Richie. My arm
next to his body was sort of squeezed between us.  My other arm was busy in
the area of my hand.  I had it in my pocket trying to keep my steel pipe
boner sideways so it wouldn't poke out the front of my shorts too badly.
Mike talked with his face toward the side of my face without paying much
attention to where he was going, people just got out of our way
somehow. His breath smelled like his choice of gum, which was
JuicyFruit. Sometimes when he wanted to emphasize something he'd move his
face so close to mine his perfectly shaped nose would bump my cheek.  Once
he said "You smell good for a gay boy" and before I could say something to
that he was off on another story of when he ran his gang on the Wildwood
boardwalk and nobody gave them any shit, not even the boardwalk cops who
rode the boards on bicycles.  It was all interesting, with me on the verge
of cuming most of our walk to the Double Shot.  It was an excellent walk.

Waiting in line at the Double Shot he laughed at another memory of the
boardwalk, back in the day.  "Jesus Dylan, you remind me of another kid
too, other than Richie I mean".  Before he could go on, I said, "Oliver
Nickerson?" and he makes this surprised expression, pushes me, and says,
"Get the fuck out of here! Dude, how'd you know that?"  I laughed at his
reaction, happy I could shock him for once and told him about the North
twins who he'd never heard of.  I told Mike, "twilight zone" type things
happen to me"... he had no clue what that meant, but not much interest
either so we dropped it.  We just did the Double Shot ride once and then
walked some more, got a lemonade and a soft pretzel with mustard, then he
drove me home.  He said he'd tell Richie I might be joining them for lunch
this week.  "Not tomorrow though, Richie won't be back to work till
Tuesday".  We did a hand shake, one arm hug goodnight. What an unusual
night.  It made me feel good, but I can't explain why.  I showered quickly
and quietly, Chubby was asleep.  Getting as close to him without touching
him as I could, I enjoyed his scent, very different then Mike's, and went
to sleep thinking about that.

Next morning Chubby was noticeably better with his walking, which I
predicted from my own experience, but he still wasn't perfect and he was
still moody.  We went to the beach. The Moms had already left for their
second booze cruise of the vacation. I got our coffees and we sat staring
at the ocean until the twins snuck up behind us and attacked with arms
around our necks and cheeks against our cheeks... there fresh smelling teen
breath so youthful and nice.  They both yelled at me for getting my old
flattop cut off, "And before Alexander got a chance to see it too."  Nathan
was pissed.  I told them a quick version of how it happened and Nathan
laughed saying, "That's exactly the kind of thing Oliver would get himself
into.  Oh, I wish you could meet him."  Later we headed down to the ocean
for some serious wrestling and goosing and rough housing that gave us all
boners at one time or another, I know because I checked.

In quiet times on the beach, particularly with the twins off to their golf
lessons, I'd think about Willie.  I was in love.  His picture in my head,
his watch on my wrist, his necklace around my neck, well, not on the beach,
but you know, in my mind... I was surrounded by Willie and thrilled about
it.  I missed him fucking me and making out with me and wrapping me in his
tight grasp after sex... so tight it gave me claustrophobia at times.  He
wanted all of me and I took that as flattering. Who doesn't want to be
desired.  His almost comical insistence that he's the dominant figure in
our relationship is immaterial to me.  I don't care, it's such a tiny
little part of "us"... it doesn't hurt my ego. Truth is I like it just
fine... in the right proportions.  Oh to be making out with him right now.
His taste and smell and feel, unreal.  Chubby interrupted my reverie
saying, "I'm hungry, dude" so we had a nice two hotdog and large fries
lunch, with a large frosty root beer to drink.  Chubby was quiet and he
looked tired.  Sure enough he says, "I'm wiped-out, dude.  That trip took a
lot out of me.  Would you get pissed if I went back to the place for a nice
long nap... you know, so I'm ready for some action on the boardwalk
tonight."  I was as sincere as I can be when replying, "Of course I won't
get pissed, you go ahead Chubby.  Man, I'd probably have to stay in bed all
day if I had to go through your last three days.  You go ahead, don't worry
about the stuff on the beach.  I'll bring all of it back to the house
myself." Chubby swallowed, looked away and then squeezing my hand like he
does, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I love having you as my best
friend, Dylan.  You don't even know how much it means to know you're always
there for me.  Thank you, man.  I love ya, bro!" And, holy shit, we both
had to look away because we had a fucking tear in our eye.  WOW, that's
weird!

We didn't try saying anything else, Chubby just got up and waved with his
fingers as he headed for the ramp off the boardwalk.  He was still walking
a little bowlegged.  What had happened to him? What, indeed.  Whatever it
was, I hope whoever did it to him enjoyed themselves because the payback is
going to be a bitch, it's going to be a hurtin' time for whoever is
responsible.  Oh yeah!  I swallowed hard and then headed back to the beach
where we'd left our beach chairs and towels and backpack and all.  Sitting
alone, watching the ocean.  It's hypnotic the way the waves are endless,
the undertow always following the waves, the horizon and ocean merging way
out there.  Scary in it's scope and power.  And then there's the awesome
sun relentlessly blaring it's heat at the earth.  It makes ya feel small
and insignificant and helpless.  But, I'm not helpless... not where certain
things are concerned, things in my life that I can control. I can control
the Marine by staying away from him.  Same for the mohawk man.  Jake, my
Mom's boyfriend, can only harm me by "Outing" me before I want to be.
Ideally, I want to tell Chubby about my gayness before I tell anyone else.
Joel, at work, is a real problem, but he can't make me spend the night with
him. I'll have his ass put in jail if he tried it.  OK, so I might get beat
up by him... I've been beat up before.  What other problems do I have?
None, right?  So, if that's the case, why am I feeling so uneasy?  I think
I'm in good with Willie, I certainly hope so.  Oh yeah, I've got to break
it to Willie that I'm not going to Maine with him.  I have no desire to see
Larry and almost no desire to see Carl... except I do have feelings for
Carl because he's done so much to get me going in my gay nature.  Without
him, well, I'd still be bumbling around lost... no idea about sex.  The sex
has been a revelation in my life, such excitement!  Thrilling climaxes that
seem to get better each time.  I'm hooked on gay sex something terrible.
Is that why I feel uneasy?

This wasn't much fun... this deep contemplation.  So, I gathered up all our
stuff and trudged off the beach, then the five block walk to our place.
Damn, it's hot in the afternoons away from the ocean. The duplex was it's
usual meat-locker-cold when compared to the outside temperature, but there
wasn't anything to do here.  Chubby was making quiet snoring sounds, kinda
cute actually.  He looked so peaceful, what a pretty boy he is.  I know,
boys aren't pretty... but he is.  I wanted to feel his newly buzzed hair,
that velvet feel, but I didn't for fear of waking him.  I walked back to
the boardwalk where the breeze off the ocean felt cool compared to the way
it felt inland. I smoked and felt lazy and free walking slowly down the
boards.  Then, there... a mohawk boy.  The red tinted mohawk gave him away.
I felt my extreme flattop and knew I was no longer a candidate to be one of
mohawk man's "boys".  Probably just as well, but man oh man could he put a
fucking on ya with that curved cock of his. Whoa! I had to smile to myself
because I remembered the spanking, but then nothing I've ever gotten seems
like it comes without a string attached.  Of course, the spanking was worth
it because the fucking that followed was extraordinary.  Not as a steady
diet certainly, but... hmmmm?  I walked down toward the Mohawk Piercings
shop with this funny, nervous feeling in my stomach.  I thought to myself,
"you're not stupid enough to go back for more are you?" I felt my earring
and my ass and my flattop and answered myself, "I don't fucking know if I
will or not".  It was weird.  Was this why I felt uneasy earlier on the
beach?  Knowing in my subconscious mind I'm going to do something stupid..
First this flattop followed by a narrow mohawk haircut. Almost a totally
shaved head?  There it is, right where it's suppose to be... Mohawk
Piercings... big sign on the front of the shop.

Wonder what is wrong with me?  I looked in through the plate glass window
seeing maybe a half dozen customers, and there's the sign pointing to the
piercing room.... and mohawk man with the curved cock.  God damnit I'm
getting a semi boner!  I walked over to the bench I'd sat on after he
fucked me that other time and stared at the shop.  I knew where the back
door was and I knew to knock on it and he would open it.  What would happen
then?  Well, almost certainly a bad spanking for getting this flattop and
maybe then he'd shave what little hair I have left into a mohawk and then
maybe he's give me the double fuck.  I only got the first half last time.
Wait, a boy just came around from the back of the shop. He's got one hand
rubbing his behind. Jesus, I wonder if mohawk man just "did" him.  The kid
doesn't have a mohawk, that's for sure.  Longish, curly brown hair. Not a
particularly cute boy, but OK.  He sat on a bench across the boardwalk from
me and now I see he has a slightly swollen ear lobe with a stud in it so he
obviously just got it pierced.  Taking a big breath I walked across the
boardwalk and sat down next to the kid.  I took out a pack of cigarettes
and said, "Would ya like one?" he looked up with just his eyes, saw me and
smiled saying, "no thanks, I gave em' up".  That smile was this kid's
"cute" thingie. I smiled back, lit up and asked, "Did ya just get your ear
pierced?" The kid says, "Yeah, and my ass beat too."  I was all ears, but
the kid said, "Go on in and get something pierced, he'll think you're one
of the kids who's tormenting him and you won't need to ask me what
happened, you'll know".  I go "hey", but he was walking away. He wouldn't
say more, but it didn't appear that he'd been crying or that he was scared.
He seemed like a tough little kid who didn't want company right now.  I let
him go and somehow the mystique of my mohawk man fantasy had walked away
with that kid. What the hell, I walked away too, chalking off one of my
concerns, the Mohawn Man, forever... or, at least until next summer. Willie
probably did me a favor with this stupid flattop, without it I very well
might have taken mohawk man up on his offer.  It's better that I didn't.
Instead I went down and walked at the ocean's edge for a couple hours and
then when back to the place to see how Chubby's doing.

He was up and one thing led to another and we ended up doing all our
shaving, showering, shampooing, and masturbating together.  Chubby was in a
good mood by the time we were done.  It's a great feeling being all shaved
down, wicked clean and temporarily sexually satisfied by having your super
best friend wack you off. We both had very nice climaxes and then hugged
each other swaying under the shower till the pads of our fingers were all
wrinkly from being so wet for so long.  The boardwalk was excellent that
night... just Chubby and me. It was smooth sailing the next couple of days,
the Moms were busy and happy as can be.  Great that they had their
playmates too. The twins, Chubby, and me had a three hour miniature golf
tournament that Noah won in a playoff with me.  They are very competitive,
and it was serious stuff, but that's what made it fun. If I had won, the
twins would have had to ride the Double Shot, so I tried my ass off, but
couldn't beat Noah.  Our vacation was coming to an end. Tomorrow is
Thursday and Chubby has to leave on Friday for his twelve hour bus ride
that the prick Rickie is making him take.  On Saturday the rest of us check
out and drive the seven hour drive back to Framingham and then on Monday
I'm cutting grass again. Jeez! It went by so fast.

Wednesday, after dinner, we walked two blocks to where the Mom's could rent
mopeds scooters on a twenty-four hour basis. Chubby and me couldn't rent
them because we didn't have drivers licenses.  We, of course, knew how to
ride bikes so we could ride a scooter and we promised our Moms we'd only be
on back roads, which is true because we wanted to explore Wildwood and I
wanted to introduce Mike and Richie to Chubby and Chubby to Mike and
Richie.  Of course, we wanted motorbikes, not fucking scooters, but we
couldn't get the Moms to give in on that.  Another thing we couldn't do was
convince the rental people that the Moms were renting the scooters for
themselves.  Chubby and me couldn't produce drivers licenses and the rental
guy knew we'd be riding them so he insisted on a five hundred dollar cash
deposit before he'd rent them.  This was the end of our vacation and we
didn't have cash for that size deposit.  Us boys should never have gone
with our Moms. The Moms didn't fight too hard trying to change the guys
mind because they didn't really want us to go riding off on the scooters in
the first place.  Chubby and I shot the "bird" at that asshole when our
Moms walked away and then we just stood there daring him to do anything
about it.  What he did was laugh and say, "sorry boys, this is my
livelihood here.  Not a fucking game." So that was a sour note!  We moped
on our walk to the boards, but made the best of our disappointment.  It
just hardened our resolve to do what we needed to do to get driving
licenses.  What a bitch! I hoped to see Richie or Mike on the boardwalk,
but they don't usually show up on the boards anymore.  Chubby and I hadn't
seen anyone from home this week.  We'd seen four or five different people
last week, but from my point of view, seeing no one was ideal so I didn't
care.  I liked having Chubby all to myself.

Thursday was our last full day at Wildwood together, but it went pretty
much like all the other days, nothing special.  Friday morning Chubby and
Tris said their goodbyes to the North family and there were hugs all
around. They left for the bus station to drop Chubby off.  Chubby and me
said our goodbyes last night. After the boardwalk we did a late shower
together and it got pretty close to a make out when we were soaking wet
hugging each other and doing little kisses on the side of each other's
head.  We both got our boners and I said, "Do you know what the Dickers
brothers do?" and Chubby swallowed hard and squeaked out, "Ya mean their
fast kiss?" and I said, "Yeah that" and I kissed Chubby a very real, sexy
kiss on the lips for the first time in my life.  Chubby kissed back, it
lasted a long three seconds then Chubby laughed and said, "Gross!" and we
broke apart to wash each other, our boners dueling as we went along.

Later in bed, wrapped up in each others arms, I told Chubby how important
he is in my life and he went into great detail to explain that I was the
best friend anyone could ever hope for.  I said, right in his ear, "I love
you Chubby" and he said, "Right back at ya, bro" and we went to sleep
shortly after that.  My heart was pounding when I told him I loved him and
my heart was pounding when I gave him a for-real kiss on the lips too, I
was proud that, even though I was scared, I followed through and did both
things.  The first time's the hardest.

It was lonely when Tris and Chubby left.  Later, Mom and me said goodbye to
the Norths because we'd be leaving tomorrow before lunch.  No beach time,
no anything time.  It was pretty much over. In the water just before they
left both twins kissed me goodbye with lots of tongue and lots of goosing
going on. They're sexy boys and very hot.  Quite a few people swimming
around us saw our kisses, but we did them anyway.  I almost shot off in my
pants before we were done.  They said next year if I was interested we
could do a hot three-way that would have me climaxing like a volcano.  I
told them I believe I would be interested and that I'd likely be doing that
volcano thing too.  The boys were hysterical laughing again because one or
the other of them was constantly massaging my boner, they knew how much
they turned me on.  That was fun.  That night, Tris, Mom and me had a
farewell dinner at a nice restaurant and then I walked up and down the
boardwalk once and called it a vacation.  All I thought about was either
Chubby or Willie.  Chubby because I was going to tell him I'm gay, probably
Sunday... and Willie because I'm going to tell him I'm in love with him.
This was a fast vacation.... but a lot of things happened along the way.  I
got to admit, everything considered, I'm a happy teenager... wonder how
many guys can say that.

to be continued.......

Donny Mumford            thinat20@yahoo.com

Special thanks to the 102 guys and two girls who requested Part 9a.  I was
doing Part 9b anyway, but you've given me the encouragement to write even
more of this story.