Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 03:43:59 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: MIKE AND RICHIE Chapter 10 by Donny MUMFORD Spring Break MIKE and RICHIE Chapter 10 by Donny Mumford Looks like Mike and I are going on a road trip; my first one ever. Wish we could take Mike's motorbike but Kansas is too far for a bike ride. Kansas is where Ronny Dwyer lives. He's invited Mike and me to spend a couple days on his farm. We'll meet his cousin who Ronny's been messin' with sexually for a year or so; this should be real interesting. Mike seems curious about the cousin's sexual interaction because, according to Ronny, they go at it hot and heavy and they're supposedly 'straight'. I'll bet they do go at it hot and heavy, but the part Mike's most interested in is the so-called 'straight' part... of course that's just my guess, Mike's never said that. What can ya do? I roll my eyes at the 'straight' part, and let it pass. Mike's mom talked my dad into letting me go on the trip; she can talk dad into almost anything, but lets not go there right now 'cause the idea of forty year olds dating isn't something I care to think about at the moment. Before considering anything about the trip, Mike's mom contacted Ronny's parents to satisfied herself they're responsible people, and they are, so it's a 'go'. Dad's paying for my bus ticket and I've saved up spending money; I'm kinda excited actually. This trip fits perfectly for our school English project too... we need to prepare a written report about an educational place we visited during spring break. The teacher's thinking of a museum or a tour of historical sites in Philadelphia or even Atlantic City; something teens usually aren't interested in. Well, a trip to an enormous wheat farm in central Kansas should qualify as an educational experience; the only kind of farm we've been to is the tomato farm Mike works at during the summer. Hell, the bus ride to Kansas City alone is an adventure; thirty-six straight hours of seeing America. We'll be stopping for food breaks, but other than that, straight through from Atlantic City to Barton County, Kansas. Mike and me wish Ronny lived on a cattle ranch, but we'll settle for a wheat farm. To me the highlight of the trip is thirty-six hours sitting next to Mike on the bus monopolizing his time... yes! Maybe I can get him to hold hands, or maybe not! Tomorrow's the day we leave so Mike and I pack some clothes after dinner and that's about it... we're basically ready to go. He was especially sweet with me earlier tonight; we had some awesome sex together, but he's sleeping now. Every since Mike's confession that he's "addicted to me," we've been tight; not mushy tight, buddy tight. Mike doesn't do 'mushy', not that I'm aware of. Maybe he even found something out about himself as a result of the trouble at the dance. I mean, his date told Mike he's afraid of a real girl, and while I'm not sure what that means, it's almost like saying Mike doesn't like girls and he won't appreciate that perception of him. Anyway, I don't think it's true because I've seen him get along with girls great at times. He likes their attention and he gets a lot of it. So, I think he likes girls just find... he just don't like girlfriends!. Hope I'm right about that. In any case we're tight, Mike and me, but that don't mean he never gets frustrated with me, or that he's any less bossy; it just means we're tight knowing our roles in our special relationship. Sure, I'd like Mike to loosen up a bit, but he has this hard-ass image of himself and he works at making it appear like it's the real thing. Sometimes he has to work hard at it too because there's a very compassionate, loving person under the facade Mike hides behind. I see it sometimes and when Mike realizes it showing he'll acts annoyed. It can't be easy being Mike! And then, I always come back to the sexual thing; he can't admit to himself he's gay and denying it despite all evidence to the contrary must be exhausting. That being said, Mike today is a far easier boy to get along with then he was four or five months ago, so I'm making progress... ha ha! That's my little mind game; that if I stick with it long enough I'll win Mike over and we'll be two happy gay boys in love who live happily ever after. Of course it'll probably need to be us living happily ever after 'in the closet' 'cause I can't ever imagine Mike telling his brother, Danny, that he's gay. Oh man! No way... I'm too wired to sleep, plus there are things flying around my head; things other than my normal musings about Mike, who I love with a passion. For one thing there's this whole bizarre Tom Brown situation, and let me just say... I have no fucking luck! What are the chances another gay high school student will move in two doors down from my place and he'll have a spanking fetish, and take it out on me. Tom says he's got a crush on me... whoopee! Then, just when I'm most vulnerable, waiting on pins and needles for Mike to move back in, Tom double talks me into a corner and overpowers me. I didn't want anything to screw up Mike's return so I was dealing from a position of weakness. Tom got me to agree I was gay and infer Mike was too; then overpowered me with the neck hold and all that. Sure, I could have put up more of a fight but he would have talked his double-talk to Mike with just a smidgen of truth, and it would have jeopardized our reunion. And I'm okay with all that; not happy about it, but okay with it now that it's over. What I'm not okay with is the way I cooperated after the spanking. Tom put the pain relief salve on my ass, then the ice bath and the gentle massaging... and of course the oral sex. It's the only time I've ever been blown and Tom is an expert at it, I think. He does it better than I do it for Mike, I know that much. So I'm questioning myself; why the hell did I cooperate so much with all that activity after the spanking? If I'm honest with myself I gotta admit I was in a bit of a trance, and Tom knows what he's doing too. Each thing he did after the spanking felt better than the thing before and by the time he got to the blow job I didn't want him to stop. He sorta played me like a musical instrument while, at the same time, satisfying his fetish... and then following that up with gay-like actions culminating in oral sex leaving me almost wanting to do what he predicted: which is asking him for another spanking. I cannot fucking believe I just thought that! Is that what's in my subconscious mind, asking Tom to spank me so he'll do all the other stuff afterward? The other day he said he'll fuck me next time too... is that what I want? NO!! Not him. Damn, I'm confused. He knows so much and he can manipulates me because I have this submissive side. It's partially what attracted me to Mike at first; he has a very dominant personality... it's not his real one I don't think, but it's the one I mostly see. I wonder if I'd love him as much if he were always nice? Ha ha! I don't think I need to worry about that happening anytime soon. There's also this tiny concern I have about how much influence Ronny has with Mike... hmmm? I must have fallen asleep after that last concern because it's the last thing I remember waking up this morning. Mike's still sleeping, right up against me so, what the hell.. I get an arm under his neck and pull his face next to mine. Oh my God, he's so perfect! I love how he smells; it's very subtle, but it's there. We both got haircuts yesterday and I love looking like him in that regard; not that we look alike all that much in other ways... just the haircuts. Mike wants me to get my ears pierced too and I'll probably give in to that as well, but I'll save it for when I need to get in good with Mike about something. Taking a chance I lightly kiss his cheek and my dick firms right up as I do it. I drag my nose on the side of his forehead and kiss him again; my dick is bone-hard already. With the side of my face against his I shimmy over to be tight against him from head to foot feeling lightheaded from loving this so much. I stay still for almost a minute, then Mike says, "This is too gay, Richie." He doesn't sound pissed, so I quietly respond, "You do this to me, Mike. Why can't I do it to you?" He wrestles around on the bed getting slightly away from me, and says, "You know damn well why it's okay for me to do it to you. I'm doing it as a favor to you because you do me the favor of sucking my cock and/or adopting the female role so I can get my cookies off. Right?" His eyes are bright blue and he has a little grin on his lips; I don't want to squash his fantasy this morning, so I mumble, "Oh yeah, I forgot. Ya want me to get in the so-called female position for you this morning?" He thinks about it, and asks, "Must I take care of your gay sexual needs every morning?" I say, "Yes, you must." And we do it beginning with me sucking his cock into a hard boner; my own boner leaking by the time Mike's is hard. Mike smacks my bare ass and says, "Roll over," which I do and he fucked me so awesomely I can hardly believe my good fortune. What a phenomenal climax I just had! We take showers then... not together, but we were in the bathroom together; one in the shower while the other does other bathroom stuff. Sexually satisfied, clean, and ready to go we get a ride to Atlantic City by Mike's brother, Danny, who gives us each a hundred dollar bill, telling us, "Do some damage with that!" Whatever the fuck that means. Danny's one bad-ass dude, nice looking too, but not to Mike's level... few are at Mike's level. The bus is fairly new and wicked comfortable. Mike and me sit near the back in cushioned seats with high backs; it's almost like we're in a private two man compartment. Across the aisle the seats are empty further enhancing the 'private compartment' scenario. Boy, this is nice. It's great sitting here watching America go by our window. Mike's sitting next to the window so, as I watch America go by, I also get to have the boy I love in my peripheral vision. Good to keep my eye on him on the farm too; that Ronny might have visions of getting fucked by Mike. Of course, maybe everyone isn't as taken by Mike as I am... hard to believe, but maybe Ronny and Mike just want to keep-up with their banter from the hospital days. Or maybe they want to take it up a notch... we'll see. Mike and I don't talk much the first couple of hours, and when we do start talking we talk about familiar topics such as school and the boardwalk boys in Mike's gang; that's always good for some laughs. Then, after lunch, I'm next to the window and Mike gets into one of his rare sentimental moods. He's staring at me for a bit, then reaches over putting the palm of his hand on my forehead and it feels good there, then he moves the hand back over my buzzed hair, saying, "You look so much better with this boy's haircut, Richie. With your long hair, well... you're almost too pretty to be a boy when you have long hair. You need to look tougher, and now you do. Thanks to me, now you do." I love the feel of his hands on me and he touches me a lot when we're alone. Wetting my lips, I quietly say, "That's a backhanded compliment if I've ever heard one. Why can't you just say you think I'm good looking? I've told you a hundred times that you're the best looking boy I've ever seen." Mike goes, "Here we go again with the queer stuff. I was just saying that thanks to me insisting you get a buzz cut, now you look good." In a playful mood, to taunt Mike a little, I press the issue, "Well, now that I have the proper haircut, am I the best looking boy you've ever seen?" He exhales in a noisy annoyed manner, and says, "Yes," just like that and then he sits back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest. Smiling, I push it further, "Anybody you can think of comes close to being as cute as me?" I'm trying not to laugh as Mike makes this face like he's really pissed, then he looks at me and catches on. Coughing out a laugh, he says, "Fuck you!' but he rubs my head again and I squeezed his arm. This is so awesome... he's my captive for many hours. There's something about a big bus, the suspension system makes the bumps seem to happen in slow motion and after a while that sensation is giving me a boner, but it's also putting me into a kind of pleasant trance. Mike too I guess because we both fall asleep with the late afternoon sun shining through the window, and we don't wake up until it's dark and the bus is stopping for a dinner break... another stop in yet another bus terminal across America. At a lot of the terminals along the way you see lost looking teenage boys hanging out. Mike thinks they're run-a-way kids. Most of them look dirty and tired and others have a scary flat, dead-eye look about them. I haven't see a single smile out of any of them, but I've noticed a few cute ones and if they're selling their bodies those cute ones are gonna be in demand I'll bet. I wonder what it cost to rent one, not that I'd ever do that! What a frightening thought, looking at them brings tears of compassion for these lost boys so I turn away from Mike and wipe my wrist across my eyes... he hates when I cry. Of course, some of the kids pan handle; not all of them prostitute themselves. The whole scene is a serious downer to say the least and it made Mike and me look away. I tried giving a dollar to a few of them, but got only surly and ungrateful responses. They complained I only offered a dollar, "Hey, big spender, ya sure you want to give away a whole fuckin' dollar!! This your allowance money, sweety? I can't even get a fuckin' coffee for a fuckin' dollar you cheap ass-wipe!" The last boy was particularly aggressive and I backed away. Mike walked right up to the kid, chest to chest, and snarled, "Give him the fucking dollar back then, shithead! Get a fucking job and ya won't need to beg, ya scroungy looking loser!" The panhandler wanted nothing to do with Mike, he nodding his head backing away, saying, "You have a nice day now!" I'd been pulling on Mike's arm, trying to get us away from here. Mike flashes the bird at the guy and allows me to guide him across the street to a hamburger joint where we eat dinner. It's hard to have compassion for some of the boys. With a mouthful of cheeseburger, I go, "The assholes don't appreciate the dollar, but none of them ever give it back, do they, Mike?" He's shaking his head, muttering, "Of course they don't and, Richie, ya can't let people talk to you like that kid did. If someone talked to me like that teeth would be flying out of somebody's mouth!" I guess Mike's right, but I still feel really bad for those boys although I've stopped offering money. Instead I did what everyone else does; pretended the run-a-way boys don't exist. There were girls doing the same as the boys of course, but I only interacted with the boys... the girls scare the shit out of me. Tough looking, and hard. After breakfast at a Perkins restaurant the next morning, Mike's in a rare talkative mood telling me a little about the struggle his mom had raising two boys as a single mother without a high school education. She worked hard times on the tomato farm as a laborer for years only recently being promoted to an office position of some sort. She's a very nice woman and I'm fond of her, but you'd never know she's had such a hard life... not from talking to her, she's almost always cheerful and outgoing. The discussion of how much his family, both his mom and brother, meant to Mike drifted into a little lecture for me. "Richie, you're too nice; people take advantage of you. See what happens when you're too nice? I'll remind ya: those asshole beggars dumped on you, that's what. They took your dollar and called you cheap, they see you as a weak sucker... easy prey. You can't be such a pushover...." Then he stops and seems to get choked-up a little before taking hold of my arm, continuing with, "I can't even bear the thought of something bad happening to you, Richie... you're, you know. We're special friends like I told ya before, and, well... you're too nice all the time, that's all... too vulnerable too." Now he stops and looks away because he's embarrassed... he thinks he showed me too much emotion, too much affection, or too much something. It's hard to know what's up with Mike's complicated take on the world around us. To lighten things up again, I say, "You just did that backhanded compliment thing again. Ya couldn't just say I'm nice. Oh no, it's gotta be I'm "Too nice!" like there's something wrong with being too nice. Ya know?" Mike says, "I hope this fucking bus stops pretty soon 'cause I need a cigarette bad!" He's done with that topic of me being 'too nice' but hot damn 'cause he sorta lumped me in with his mom and Danny and that's as important as anyone gets in Mike's world... he may have even insinuated I'm maybe a notch above the other two. If so, I've come a long, long way in Mikes eyes since that first day we met. I nudge Mike, and say, "Life's a long, long journey..." and smile at him with my one hundred watt smile. He frowns at first, then sorta smiles, and mumbles, "You're really something, Richie." Ten or so hours outside of Barton County, Kansas, we get off the bus at a rest stop; it'saround nine o'clock at night and we want a quick smoke and a soft drink. The stop's only for fifteen minutes so after our smokes we're hurrying to get back on the bus and rejoin our stuff's near the back of the bus, but it's slow going getting back there. Some activity up ahead of the line has passengers in the aisle just about stopped dead in their tracks. After not moving for a minute I look around an old lady in front of me and see what looks like a homeless person sitting in an aisle seat near the front of the bus with one of his legs partially blocking the aisle. Each passenger needs to tediously bend their body around that leg, partially by going into the seat section across from the derelict, and believe me, you do not want to touch that scruffy leg! The homeless person must have waited until everyone emptied from the bus and then he just sauntered on looking for something to steal which I'm sure he feels he's merely borrowing. I can hear a lot of profanity coming from the homeless one, but not much of anything in the way of comments coming back from the passengers. The old woman in front of me is shaped like a pear, she has tight little gray curls close to her pin head and she's holding the hand of a little boy, probably her grandson, who looks to be about six or seven years old, and he too, unfortunately, has a pin head as well as the blackest hair I've ever seen; it's evenly buzzed to about 1/8th inch all over his little pin head and looking at it made me think, with a smile, that maybe he'd like to join our gang when he gets older. The line is barely moving, but as we inch forward I hear the homeless bum more clearly. Mike's behind me cursing under his breath as Ms Pinhead gets closer to the homeless roadblock. I hear homeless say, " I've got a massive erection under this dirty blanket and I'm going to let you touch it." A woman near him says, "Oh my God!" as she manages to slip past the guy. I can see him clearly now and I'm guessing it's been many a year since this individual has had an erection, massive or otherwise; a bottle of cheap wine is much more likely to be under the dirty blanket. Actually, he doesn't have a blanket as it turns out, it's a large dirty towel on his lap and something is poking up from under there. If it's his erection it definitely would qualify as massive, but my money's on the wine bottle theory. This guy looks to be about fifty-some years old with a weeks worth of white whiskers covering a lot of his face, while his long pony tail is still mostly brown. There's a large dirty red bow tied at the end of the pony tail and he's constantly whipping his head from side to side causing the red bow to snap at each person who manages to get by him. Now that I'm almost to the guy I see there's also a large green trash bag in the aisle next to pony tail man which, along with his leg, is responsible for the delay getting past his seat. The derelict says, "Don't fucking think about touching my private shit. A trash bag is my fucking personal choice of carry-on luggage. I'm no fancy homo with leather shit or a cunt with their little useless earrings and purses, so step carefully you maggots or I'll pee on you." His teeth are much too large for his mouth: big, square, yellow horse teeth. He's very drunk, of course. I can make out three or four overcoats on his body in addition to mis-matched ski gloves on his hands and laceless sneakers on his dirty feet. I'd initially thought he was a huge man with a little head, but now I see that his size is made up mostly of overcoats. He says to the pear-shaped lady's grandson, "You will be a circus performer; an animal of some sort." The little boy goes, "Fuck you!" Granny says, "David!" and they somehow shuffle past the trash bag and leg. The bum displayed all those big, yellow teeth as he cackles and hoots at the "Fuck you" comment from the little boy. I stare at the derelict's skinny, mottled ankles sticking out of his filthy pant legs... disgusting! Me and Mike are up next to the trash bag now and the odor of cheese, cheese that has gone very bad, permeates the air. I wonder if the smell is coming from the trash bag or the bum, but getting closer now I know it's coming from him. It get's worse every time he whips his head and pony tail around creating a breeze of sour cheese. This rude, clueless homeless man looks directly at Mike and me, and spits out a question, "Why are you holding your pretty nose?" I'm thinking, "He's delusional!" because I'm not holding my nose, although I want to. Then I look behind me and it's Mike who's the nose holder. Mike talks in that odd voice you have when you're holding your nose; he's pronouncing each word slowly and clearly, "You... are... a.. human... bowel... movement." The bum goes into hysterics of cackling and snorting through his nose and slapping his obscene head. We inch on by him. Things move very quickly once we got by the derelict and in ten seconds Mike and I are comfortably situated in out seats once again, but I can't stop laughing at Mike's comment. "You are a human bowel movement!" That's awesome! Mike's disgusted at the entire incident, but he's giggling too, saying, "I don't know where that came from. It just popped into my head as appropriate." We're chuckling but Mike's sincerely pissed too: pissed that this bum can intimidate everyone and waste everybody's time, and most of all knowing that the bum doesn't give a shit because he knows there isn't a damn thing we can do to him. Shortly we hear the bus driver trying to get past the passengers in the aisle calling out to the homeless man to show his ticket. The homeless man yells back, "You can kiss my boil-covered ass with that ticket shit!" This got Mike and me laughing again at how stupid this situation is and the harder we tried to stop the giggling the more we did it. It's becoming embarrassing because people are straining their necks to see who the reprobates are that will laugh at this embarrassment to the human race. This is so unlike Mike's normal behavior and I can't help but think it's a little bit of the real sixteen year old Mike Sullivan peeking out behind his disguise. When we calm down for a second, one of us will mumble something like, "Don't you dare get me laughing again, you human bowel movement " and we start right up again. Just the kind of silly shit that most teens allow themselves to do once in a while; you know, revert back to our younger days as kids. That's most teens, but rare for Mike so I loved seeing him like this... bright eyed, smiling and laughing and acting the fool, along with me. Very rare for Mike. Ten minutes later a cop and a bus employee finally were able to bribe the bum off the bus with a pint of whiskey. They held it out in front of the bum like a carrot on a pole in front of a donkey. It worked, they got him and his luggage off the bus, but not before a barrage of cursing and name calling from the homeless bum. I gotta wonder what happened after he got off; probably nothing because none of the authorities wants to touch this particular human bowel movement. A number of us on the bus forced opened windows and we rode along for a half hour or so before the breeze neutralized that cheese smell. Mike and me are exhausted from laughing so long and so hard... then we're silent for a while while Mike thinks about things and becomes grumpy, but we're both tired so I don't try to cheer him up. When Mike falls asleep I reach over and hold his hand. It'd be better if he were exerting a little pressure on my hand too, but I make do. The next thing I know Mike is whispering in my ear for me to wake up. I look at my wrist watch, it's four a.m. as Mike explains, "Everybody on this bus is sleeping; maybe the driver too for all I know; there isn't anyone across the aisle from us, so all in all it's perfect." In a hushed voice I ask, "What's perfect?" Mike wiggles his limp penis at me and my eyes bulge out of my head 'cause it's not what you expect to see. I didn't notice it at first, but he'd opened his pants and belt and pulled his cock through his boxer short's pee slit. "Get going, Richie. Boy, do I need this." I panicked for a second; I mean, a blow job on a bus? I whisper to him that he needs counseling for his delusions. "You did it in a hospital, Richie! Christ, after that this is no big deal; this is child's play." Mike sounds like he back in a good playful mood again so I'm not going to be the one who spoils it. After feigning irritation at the idea, I take hold of my second favorite penis in the world; mine being my first favorite, and hold it while looking at my favorite face... Mike's. He's smug, saying, "Do your job, boy!" I lean over and immediately get a little bit of the funky smell he's got going for him after thirty-some hours on a bus, but it's my Mike's funky smell, so it's okay. I still have dreams about his strong odor in the hospital that time when the sponge baths weren't reaching his crotch. It's nasty maybe, but sexy too, and I got off on it then. Tonight the odor isn't nearly as strong and it's fun sucking his cock with the rolling bus motion setting the tempo, so to speak. Mike rubs my head and the back of my neck the whole time I'm sucking his dick. He keeps his moans of pleasure down so low only I can hear them and, jeez, this is so intimate and he's so perfect and beautiful I feel lucky to be his boyfriend and I love sucking his cock. Doing it has my cock firming up so hard... it's just awesome! Mike gets both his hands behind my head and pulls my head forward so his boner slides down my throat and I begin thrusting my hips just before blowing a load of spunk into my pants. He's chuckling watching me hump my hips against his leg, like a doggie, as I lay here sideways, half on and half off the seat. Withdrawing his cock from my throat, then slowly sliding it back down, I gasp for air as Mike whispers, "Feel good, Richie?" From his tone of voice, just the way he asked that question, I can feel his affection for me and my eyes fill up. Then, without even a pre cum warning, Mike grunts, bucks his hips, and a long stream of cum explodes from Mike's cock and overflows my mouth. I think it came on him fast too, taking him by surprise as much as me. I pull my head back and five, then six, good spurts of cum splattered in my mouth with Mike grunting and breathing wildly. Too much noise probably, but unavoidable... messy too. I'm sitting-up next to Mike now, peeking down the aisle of the bus; all is quiet with no one looking back toward where our seat is situated. Mike's lips against my ear as he whispers,"That was awesome, Richie! Thanks, buddy, I needed that." And then, perhaps feeling he was getting too boyfriend-ish, and just to be a ball buster, he asks, "Did you have a little accident in your pants a while back? I mean: who's doing who the favor here, ya know?" I grin and nod my head, looking in his eyes and wanting to kiss him. It was a strong urge so I lean over and kissed him quickly on the lips, and then quietly tell him I loved him. He goes, "Right back at you, dude!" which I liked hearing although he said it like an offhand remark instead of a lover's "I love you!". We clean the cum up as best we can, and then, with my head on Mike's shoulder, we both go to sleep. Next thing I hear is, "Kansas City! Twenty minute stop-over." We've arrive and right off Mike starts acting antsy 'cause he doesn't feel comfortable in new situations or new surroundings. I watch him as he nervously looks around squinting his eyes like he does when he's unsure of himself; that's his nervous habit. He's also quick to snap at me when he gets like this and it reminds me of how he acted when he came to stay at my house that first night almost a year ago. for the tenth time I wonder why he accepted the invitation in the first place; I certainly didn't encourage him to. Maybe he wants to learn to handle situations like this better, or maybe not. "Are you sure this is where we're suppose to meet them?" Mike asks me. There's an inflection in his voice inferring I'd screwed it up somehow. I know not to challenge him when he's feeling vulnerable like this so I don't mention that it was his mother who made the arrangements and wrote them all out for us. I just say, "Yes, I'm sure Mike." Then we hear, "Mike, Rich, over here." Walking towards us is Ronny, closely followed by a nice looking man and woman; probably Ronny's parents. Mike squints more, then frowns, muttering to me, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Richie." I quickly whisper back, "It'll be great, Mike. You'll see," and they're all around us then, showing big smiles. That Ronny sure is cute; cuter than I remember but of course he was sick in the hospital then. The parents seem almost too young to be Ronny's parents; his mom goes, "My goodness you are two handsome boys!" "And tall too," says Mr. Dwyer who's a couple inches shorter than me, and of course Mike at six foot-two towers over him. The parents seem nice enough though and Mike relaxes a little. Ronny's smirking behind his mom, mouthing, "Handsome my ass!!" I cough out a laugh and we all exchange hand shakes of various types, saying, "Nice ta meet ya," etc and then we're off with Ronny carrying Mike satchel. We get in their regular run-of-the-mill SUV which disappoints me because I was hoping for a horse and buggy, or at least a pickup truck; I mean, what the fuck, we're in Kansas fer chrissakes! Us three boys settle in the back seat and then a, hopefully temporary, awkward silence ensues as Mr. Dwyer starts up the car. I look over and smile at Mike but all I get back is a squinting frown and an annoyed expression like I'm embarrassing him or something. The ride took over two hours and it continued being awkward for an hour or so because the conversation never really could get off the ground. Ronny's usual wisecracks and absurd comments are replaced by polite comments suitable for parental consumption, but boring. Mike said nothing so it was up to me to break the silence with comment like, "Mike's been working on a tomato farm for years," which causes Mike to do an exaggerated exhale and mumble, "I don't know anything about farming! Jeeez!" Mr. Dwyer, to his credit, tried a number of topics and finally hit on wrestling, which he'd done all through high school and college, and to everyone's relief this got a fairly good exchange going for the second half of the ride. Mike, being a High School wrestler and all, had some good input 'cause he felt comfortable talking about that. During the wrestling talk I tried perving on Ronny, who's next to me in the back seat... I'm sitting in the middle of course, Mike would never sit in the middle and Ronny demonstrates a certain bossiness where I'm concerned. He's kinda hot when acting bossy too so I go along with it. There's also a tingling in my balls and that nice buzzing at the head of my dick when little Ronny does his bossy act with me. He's on the short side like his dad and, as a matter of fact, his dick's on the short side too, but sexy. He has this very clean look about him with nice blondish/red hair and his light complexion. It's fun looking at him but he catches me glancing at him so he leans over close, with his lips brushing my ear, to whisper, "Mike said I could fuck you. Whaddaya think about that?" I turn my head and brush his ear with my lips, to whisper, "You're full of shit, Ronny. Mike would never say that." I get a woody being this close to him and noticing his wonderful boyish odor. Ronny has just a touch of Tom Brown in his personality but without the cruel streak. There's something about Ronny that intrigues me and I've noticed this happening occasionally with a few other boys of late. Mike helped me see my sexual nature and now I'm noticing other boys of interest, others besides Mike. Not like I notice Mike; nothing like that! When I began doing blowjobs for Mike I could truthfully say that no other boy had any affect on me; now I'm beginning to notice the rare boys who do interest me, and while it's nothing like my interest in Mike, it's there. The ones that get my attention are the cutest ones and/or the bossy ones; I gotta confess I get a sexual kick out of being bossed around a little. Nothing serious, it's just that a boy with a heavy emphasis on self-confidence can sometimes get my dick to feeling awful good. It's okay as long as it doesn't jeopardize my relationship with Mike... that is to say, as long as it's just innocent sexy flirting fun which is exactly how I see Ronny. We all got more comfortable at lunch by exchanging stories about our lives. Mike and me living in a resort town with fifty thousand people backed into it during the summer could hardly be more different than the Dwyer families who live in mostly in isolation out here on their farm twenty miles from the nearest neighbor. I say families, plural, because Mr. Dwyer has an identical twin brother who runs the farm with him. He lives forty feet from Ronny, in an identical house. Weird! That's where Ronny's cousin, Doggy, lives. "Doggy" is his nickname, but I forget why they call him that. At lunch we learn we won't be meeting him because he's suffering with a violent flu infection that's very contagious. It's disappointing to me as I'd like to at least see if he looks like Ronny. Anyway, after lunch Mike, Ronny, and me get situated in the barn where Doggy and Ronny have their private space; it's where they do their sex play. Pretty cold up here in the loft, especially for spring, but there's an electric heater and plenty of blankets... cozy actually and I can picture the two cousins doing each other here and having a blast. To hear Ronny tell it, on a regular basis they have tons of sexual fun without considering themselves 'gay'. Mike and I are all ears, but details are few and far between and it just may be that Ronny's a bit of a bullshit artist. He's not an inhibited kid at all and apparently 'up' for anything and everything that involved gay sex, which is very open minded for a straight boy... Ha! For now we take his jeep for a tour of the farm. It's weird seeing flat fields extending to the horizon, like the ocean does. Late in the afternoon we stop outside his cousin's house and Ronny throws pebbles at Doggy's bedroom window until Doggy appears. He opens the window, then throws us the one finger salute with both hands. Another cute kid, small like Ronny but with different coloring... other than that they could be brothers. Doggy grabs his crotch and humps it us, or maybe just at Ronny. He looks weak though and we only call insults to each other for a few minutes, funny stuff, not mean stuff, like... "Why doncha stand up, Doggy?" inferring he's short. He mocked our south Jersey accents by doing a very good impersonation of it using only curse words, and all sorts of stuff. Then he got serious when we heard a truck approaching from the fields and tell him quickly how disappointed we are he won't be able to play with us guys this trip. Doggy seems cool, like his cousin, Ronny. Boy, I can see those two doing each other in that fucking hay loft... hot!! Our visit here on the farm is for only three days and two nights, and then right back on the bus. We spent ourtime during the first day exploring the farm and that night we slept in bunk beds without engaging in any hanky-panky, but by morning we were all totally relaxed with each other and there was some grab ass going on. It's obvious to me Mike senses the same sexiness in Ronny that I do and he intends a little three way action during our visit; I hope it's three-way anyhow. Just kidding... Mike wouldn't exclude me in the fun and games. I'm kinda eager to get to them too. Mike says I'm ridiculously horny all the time and maybe I am, but if so, he made me that way 'cause I never felt horny before meeting him. Well, actually I felt very little before meeting Mike, he's changed my life; now I'm alive and kicking while before I was merely existing. After breakfast Mike and I followed Ronny around doing his chores and I'm thinking, "Holy shit! I wouldn't want to do this every day!" We went horseback riding after the chores and that was scary and fun; it's not as easy as it looks, especially when you have a horse with a mind of it's own. Mike and Ronny's horses did what their told to do, but mine was obstinate. Maybe I'm off base here but I don't have a dominate manner about me and the other two boys do; do you suppose the horses instinctively pick up on this from their riders? Wouldn't that be weird? After lunch Ronny says, "You boys ready to visit the loft yet?" and I got some wood in my pants so maybe Mike's right about me being too horny. From the first minute Mike and I met Ronny, until now, we've had no petty jealousies or hurt feelings; it''s been mostly smooth sailing and that trend appears to be holding true even in the early awkward stages of us getting started in the loft. I came along to have fun, and since we'll be leaving in two days, why waste time being shy. Mike and Ronny set the tone early and we did some good three-way buddy sex together with a great deal of laughing along the way. This is sex for fun; buddy sex, but we all ended up getting off real good although there wasn't a lot of kissing or hugging. There was a lot of goofing around though. We'd told Ronny about the homeless bum on the bus and it got so that one of us would say the 'human bowel movement' or 'kiss my boil-covered ass' comment about every ten minutes no matter if it applied to a situation or not. It just got to be one of those things we could not stop laughing at. We did a lot of three-way experiments, as Ronny called them, because he and his cousin don't have a 'third' and they were curious about it. Mike directed the sex play with Ronny and me deferring to him, but the few times Mike was napping or taking a private time, like he has to do occasionally because he's Mike, during those times Ronny took charge. Never mind I'm almost two years older and that I'm almost five inches taller, Ronny just assumes he's second in charge and like I mentioned earlier, it gets me dick to buzzing when he acts like this. One time he said, "Richie, while we got the chance come on over here and give me some head. I asked you for some in the hospital and you wouldn't, so now I'm not asking, I'm telling you!" Well, it's nuts and I laughed at his audacity, but it still got my dick moving in my pants. He looked up and my laugh and, with a serious tone, goes, "Hurry up, Richie. Like right now!!" My objective is for this be a grand adventure of Mike and mine, a positive one we'll talk about for years so I'm not going to let petty things get in the way of that. Plus, I actually find that I want to suck Ronny little penis; I want to see if it's a much different experience than sucking Mike's considerable one. So I did what Ronny told me to... it's fun for me. Everything about Ronny is natural, including his personal hygiene, not that it's gross. It's certainly not as raunchy smelling down there as Mike's was in the hospital that time. Ronny's small dick is easier to handle and I can give it much more stimulation than Mike's much larger one. Ronny got hard as a nail pretty fast which got me hard too. He's gasping for air and pulling on my ears, saying, "Suck my nuts! Let's see if you do it as good as my cousin." The lower I got on Ronny the stronger the odor, but like I said, it's more sexy than gross. I eventually get his nuts and his prick in my mouth at the same time and he blew his load less then a minute later. Nice amount of spunk too. After two blasts he pulls his dick out of my mouth and begins stroking himself and flipping all over the bed. His cum is flying everywhere. I never spunked and soon we got laughing, he goes, "I hope you know you're nothing but a human bowel movement, you are aware of this...right?" We insulted each other and laugh for a while and then he goes, "Get your pants down, I'm gonna return the favor." Wow! This boy knows how to give head! Of course it's only my second blowjob. I like it better than Tom Brown's, but maybe it's because I like Ronny better. His hair is so soft; I play with it and then squeeze his shoulders and rub his back as he works on my cock and balls. I have the smell of his crotch in my head and it's like an aphrodisiac... that plus his tongue and lips on my dick get me off in about four minutes. Whew! What a great orgasm, and that little hottie swallowed it all. I really like him, but the most important thing I'm realizing is the huge difference between my feelings for Ronny during sex play and the feelings I have for Mike when we're doing the same sex play; it's a world of difference and like I said, I like Ronny, so that's the difference between "like" and "love" I guess. Of course I not only love Mike, I like him a tremendous amount too. I'm thinking Mike agreed so easily to this trip because he knew we'd be into the gay sex and he can feel open about enjoying it because Ronny's involved; in other words, another straight boy is doing what Mike does with me. When it's just Mike and me he tends to hold onto that nutty reasoning that he's only participating in the sex because I like it etc.etc. Trying to figure out the way Mike's mind works isn't always the easiest thing to do, but I have a theory, and it's this: Mike likes that another so-called straight teenage boy thinks there's nothing wrong with participating in gay "experimental" sex with a close friend... a special friend. He'd like me to think it's common place. If I rolled my eyes at every one of Mike's rationalizations I'd have a constant headache. I love the boy though, so I don't fight him on this silly idea. During our stay in Kansas I got to blow both Mike and Ronny, more than once too. Ronny blew Mike a couple of times but Mike never returned the favor which I was glad of because if Mike won't blow me, he better not be blowing Ronny! Ronny didn't returned the favor for me again either, just that one time. Mike screwed me and he screwed Ronny, and Ronny screwed me too... I didn't screw anybody. Ya know, the more I think about it the surer I am that I need to get into an assertive training course sometime in the very near future. Nah, I didn't mind any of it to be truthful. The time flew by as we drained our teen balls of cum often, a couple of times a day at least; it was awesome, but without doubt the hottest 'experiment' at Ronny's was the double fuck Mike improvised. He called it "the double fuck" after his favorite thrill ride on the boardwalk. We did a number of three-ways, but this one got us all off the hottest. It went like this: Mike instructs Ronny and me to take off our pants and lie side by side in the hay with our legs over our heads. We're snickering as we wrap our arms around our legs to keep them against our stomachs, our holes sticking up for Mike. He takes a long time lubing us up and does quite a bit of finger fucking along the way. Mike loves having us under his control, I can see it in his eyes, and I love that he's having fun, fun, fun! Ronny and me are lying tight to each other, our shoulders touching as well as the sides of our bubble butt asses. For some reason sharing this submissive position with Ronny made it hotter for me, and it's especially true when Ronny gets to moaning over the finger fucking. Ronny has a real crush on Mike but it's not a gushy thing; he's it cool with it, but it's still obvious and I let myself get a little jealous once in a while, but hell, we're leaving tomorrow so I need to toughen up. When Mike laughingly says, "Here we go, girls," he enters Ronny first and I hear, "Ooooh!' from Ronny. This is strangely exciting to me and I put my arm around Ronny's neck and pull his head over so the sides of our foreheads are touching. Ronny's body is bouncing in the straw, puffing up dust, as Mike pumps him good. I'm watching Mike's face as he closes his eyes, bites his bottom lip, and goes, "Mmmm, oh yeah!" His long, fat cock digs into Ronny's little hole opening it up wide and Ronny's early groaning soon turns into moans of pleasure; I'm getting a rock-hard boner just watching. Mike's told us both not to touch our cocks so I resist stroking myself watching Ronny's boner stretching the skin like it might split open. Sweat on Mike's face as he's humps little Ronny who start quiet squealing, getting ready to blow his wad. Mike pulls out of him then and, breathing hard, pushes his throbbing wet cock all the way up my hole. It's tough on my hole initially but Mike's in heat now and not about to go slow. Anyway, pretty soon I'll be feeling the pleasure Ronny was moaning about earlier. The fact that Mike's cock was just up Ronny's ass ten seconds ago, and is now up mine, strikes me as so fucking hot! Soon enough I'm squirming in the straw and hay like Ronny, my asshole and cock feeling awesomely good. Ronny can't refrain from stroking himself... Mike smacks his hand away as precum drips from my cock onto my belly. I'm going, "Oh yeah! Fuck me, Mike!" By now I'm humping back at Mike's thrusts. Ronny reaches over to rub all around my groin, then he squeezes my balls and I'm as hot as I've ever been. I can feel the cum just below my cock's nozzle as Mike pulls out of my ass, yelling, "God damn!! I almost blew my load, I gotta take a quick break. You boys have super hot asses." Without thinking I reach down to stroke my cock just like Ronny did and get the same slap on my wrist from Mike that he'd given Ronny, "Don't touch! You guys get up on your knees now." As we do that Mike moves forward, orchestrating things, "Line up Ronny so you're smelling Richie's hole." Ronny and me are so turned-on we quickly do what we're told. Mike's stroking his hard boner, saying, "That's right, get your nose in his ass, Ronny. Ronny goes, "Ewww, poop smell!" as I feel the end of his nose against my lubed asshole. He changes to, "Ohhh, ahh!" as Mike enters him doggy style and pumps his hole a dozen times, saying, "Fuck, Ronny, your ass is just as hot as Richie's." As he slows up his thrusting, he goes, "I'll stay inside you, Ronny; you get your nose out of Richie's ass and stick your dick up there instead." Oh boy! Ronny does what he's told and it feels so different with Ronny's small cock inside me, but it's sexy as hell just the same. He fucks good so size isn't everything. I need to bite my lip so as not to moan embarrassingly when Ronny gets going fucking me. Just picturing the three of us like this is enough to bring me close to climax. Ronny's body is rocking as Mike fucks him hard, and Ronny tries to keep up by fucking me just as hard. Mike's gasping, "How's it feel to be giving it and taking it at the same time, Ronny?" Trying to reply, Ronny squeals out a funny girlie sound instead, and then fills my ass with a lot of teen spunk. It's squishy back there now as Ronny's now fucking me wildly. Mike's chuckling in the background, then mumbles, "This is just a little 'Thank You' for your hospitality, Ronny." I'm breathing hard and leaking even more, right on the edge of blowing my cum load in the hay when Ronny gulps and grabs my hips roughly fucking me as if he's after another orgasm. He's super aroused by Mike's huge cock solidly filling his hole, plus his own hard nail doing me up awesomely. Ronny's fingers dig into my hips as the two of them get a rhythm going and fuck together in unison. Ronny's sort of lying on my back by now and I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he groans with each of Mike's penetrations and moans with each of his own inside me. I'm grunting and moaning too, my breaths coming fast as my cock twitches and leaks. Looking behind me I see Mike, his eyes closed tight, humping Ronny in time with Ronny humping me. The grunts and wet slaps of our sweaty bodies colliding is all the sounds I hear for five minutes or so. Ronny's little boner is giving my ass a fabulous ride and he's now smacking my ass with each penetration... smacking it hard too, and it's truly awesome. I like the feel of his skinny body laying against my back and I like the way he's fucking and spanking me, and I like that he's doing it for his pleasure, not mine. It's like I said, the feeling of submissiveness during sex takes everything to a higher pleasure plateau for me and just the thought of this dominant little fucker smacking my ass and fucking me like he's riding a bucking bronco is the last straw, so to speak, cum streams from my boner as I try not to squeal like Ronny did a little while ago. It's a universe of pleasure for me; then another hard string of cum joins the cooling wetness on the hay beneath me and I want it to last forever, but it doesn't. Ronny squeals out loud, again like a school girl, and has his second climax adding a spurt of cum to join the big first load, some of which is still up my ass even as some is drooling out around his spike. My pee hole burned with the force of my climax. Mike then makes a strained, controlled funny noise as he fills up Ronny's hole with his spunk and everything sounds messy and wet. We're covered in creamy, salty, sticky cum... we're sloppy with it as we collapse in a pile together. After some heavy breathing with our heartbeat slowing down to a normal rate, we wrestle and spread cum on our bodies in the process, straw sticking to us and we end up in a big three-way hug. This is an afternoon that'll be hard to forget; an afternoon of three-way sex as hot as the surface of the sun! As it turns out, that was our last sex together but we sure squeezed a lot in during our three days and two nights together! In the morning we left for the bus without any of us feeling the need for a sexy goodbye; we'd finally satisfied each other's sex drive; for the time being anyway. We're all in good spirits and feeling good about each other, although I can already see signs of Mike going into a quiet mood; he has introspective quiet-times every now and then. It's quiet in the SUV too as we fly down the highway towards the bus terminal in Kansas City. I'm daydreaming about how these two self-proclaimed straight boys really did my ass up right in the hay, and how strange that notion is when a year ago I couldn't even acknowledge to myself I'm gay... that's quite a contrast in life styles from one year to the next. At the bus terminal we had a quick hugging goodbye with Ronny promising to visit, with his cousin, sometime this summer. Then, on the bus, Mike goes into complete shutdown mode which is disappointing because I'm still excited about our sexy adventure with Ronny and want to talk about it. Mike doesn't. Ya know what: I'll bet he's feeling guilty now about the way he was so openly enjoying our three-way sexual activities. When Ronny was a part of things Mike felt free to be open about our gay activity, but now that it's just the two of us he wants to go back in the closet. I'm guessing of course, but that's what it looks like to me. There's plenty of time to think about things on this long bus ride and a lot of that time I try understanding Mike, and what he's going through mentally. The last three days must be hard for him to rationalize into compatibility with his own self image 'cause I've never seen him so open, so relaxed, and into the gay sex. We were three gay boys doing stuff that maybe only sixteen year old boys can do for three days in a row. All my analyzing of Mike comes up with nothing new; my wish is I'll find a way to help him accept who he is... who he really is. He's not the hard-ass, sometime bully, he comes off as... not inside he isn't. After exhausting that topic, I spend some time analyzing if I feel guilty or trashy for participating in the gay sex so enthusiastically, and decided I feel great about it. It's easy to have fun with it when you admit to yourself you're gay. Heterosexual sexy fun can result in pregnancies but not ours... ha ha! Okay, maybe I'm over-sexed, but I don't see the harm even if I am. Maybe I'm making up for the couple of years I denied my sexuality... or is that a rationalization like Mike does all the time? I don't know; all I do know is I feel great. Mike loosened up a few hours outside Atlantic City and gives me a hug around my neck, asking, "Did ya have fun?" It's typical Mike, he's already twisting it in his mind that he made this trip for me. That's okay by me, but to be honest it makes me want to cry. I say that because Mike puts himself through torturous mind games that are so unnecessary pretending to be straight. We joke around for a while laughing and remembering Ronny yelling outside our bus window, "You're both human bowel movements!" and watching the expressions on the people around him when he yelled it. Ronny's a wild, nutty farm boy but I really like him. He tries to be like Mike but he's more like me. Wish his cousin hadn't been sick, that's about my only disappointment during the whole trip. When Mike comes back to the subject of, "No, really... did you have fun the last couple of days?" I lay my head on his shoulder, and say, "Yeah, I really did. Thanks for taking me on my first road trip, Mike." He sucks on his lips for a second, then sounds choked-up, replying, "Sure thing, Richie. Anything for you, bud!" Maybe he knows I let him off the hook on things like this... let him off the hook by not challenging his premise that it was all about me having fun. Maybe he recognizes that I don't challenge his rational where sex is involved, and he appreciates it. Maybe or maybe not, all I'm sure of right now is that I want to kiss him, but I don't. Oh yeah, that's my other regret on our road trip: Ronny, Mike, and me didn't do any kissing. I love the kissing. Mike lets me keep my head on his shoulder all the way into Atlantic City and even leaned his head over so his cheek rested on the top of my buzz cut head and I got such a hard boner when he did that... when he does affectionate things that he knows I love my boner can last quite a while; this time it stayed hard right up until the bus came to a stop at the Atlantic City bus terminal and I had to adjust it sideways in my pants as we walked down the aisle getting off. Here's what I know: I love Mike and I know he loves me too. That's a lot of progress in one year, ya know? to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com