Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 07:49:23 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: MIKE and RICHIE     Chapter 11 by Donny Mumford

  Hope your holidays were awesome! Have a great New Year too.  Here's
chapter 11 of this story in gay high school.  We're in the middle of a
blizzard here, but I imagine New York is too.  Good luck.

Donny


			     MIKE and  RICHIE

				Chapter 11

			     by Donny  Mumford


Hot shit!!  School is out for the summer... yahoo!   Mike's Mom, Mike, my dad,
and me are out to dinner celebrating  our successful school year.  Mrs.
Sullivan's bubbling with excitement because Mike and I both made the honor role
all four semesters.  After our spring break Mike and  I went right back too our
daily routine which includes doing homework together with Mike trying for
perfection and pushing me to do my best too. It's his new secret personality
trait: he's super conscientious about doing things the right way. Sure, he used
to hate school and he got snippy with me about us doing all the extra school
work during his recovery  period after being stabbed, but that's because he was
frustrated beyond words by his slow progress in getting better.  Now, going to
school with  me, Mike has this great new attitude and that's why his mom's so
thrilled.  Hell, I'm thrilled too 'cause I never used to get on the honor roll
at my old school.  At  dinner Mike's mom keeps telling Mike and me how proud of
us she is and how
fabulous we are.  I notice my Dad's   spending a lot of time staring at her as
she's gushing over us boys. He has a thing for Mike's mom and that's just plain
awkward! Whenever the  conversation lets up for a  moment, I say to Mrs.
Sullivan, "Ah, so do ya think we did okay in school this year?" Off she goes
again about how fantastic Mike and me are and we all laugh at how eager she is
to get back on that topic.  It is so cool to see my Dad laugh because I can't
remember him ever laughing until recently. Mrs  Sullivan has a big laugh and she
joins right in too even though she knows we're laughing at her excited state of
mind.

My dad and Mike's mom  are drinking Margaritas while Mike and me have ginger
ale, but we'll be drinking something stronger later tonight at TD's party. I'm
so relaxed and happy  now; it's hard to imagine that just a little over a year
ago my mother dumped me  here in Wildwood with my dad, who was   a sour man back
then... and now it's a hundred-eighty degree turn around for me.  Getting dumped
by my mother was the low point in my life and since  meeting Mike a year ago I'm
now at the highest point.  Not that it's all about me; Mike's happy and my dad
started dating Mike's mom months ago so there's a little extra spark in both
their lives, I assume... dad certainly seems happy.  Earlier this spring Mike's
brother, Danny, turned his life around and quit the illegal stuff to join the
Coast  Guards which is one more reason Mike's mom's so happy of late.  Danny was
always a worry and now the Guard will keep him away from bad influences  in this
neighborhood for the first time in years. These are all good things.

 After dinner Mike and me ride off on Mike's motorbike  leaving our two
single parents alone to do whatever single adults do to keep  themselves from
dying of boredom; and let me tell ya, Mike   and me didn't spend even two
seconds wondering what it might be they're doing.  We're headed to our gang's
graduation party.  Mike and I are the  brains in the group, but  everyone else
passed too.  We're all going into 11th grade next year, but while that's true
enough, what we're actually celebrating tonight is the long summer vacation that
stretches out in front of us. The party's at TD's house for a couple of reasons:
his parents said okay to him having it  there for one thing... they supplied all
the eats and soft drinks for another thing, but the biggest reason of all is
that his parents aren't  going to be home.  They'll be at the Country Club until
one or two in the morning.   Parties are a  hundred times better if no  adults
are in the general  vicinity. By the way, TD's real name is Tucker Dwight.  TD
are correct initials for  his name, but that's not why we called him TD.    We
call him that because he has a tiny dick; he's the new kid Tony was going on
about some months ago. Tucker is referred to as 'Tiny' or  'TD' when adults are
around;  sometimes us boys will actually call him 'Tiny Dick' when it's just us
guys. It was a major deal to Tony when he saw Tucker's tiny dick for the first
time, but the rest of us just shrugged thinking the subject too gay.  Not Tony,
he conscientiously spread the word all over school that  the the new kid has a
very small cock... a tiny dick.


As it turned out Tiny Dick has kind of a sweet nature, although he's no pussy
and he didn't care to be the butt of Tony's joke.  He didn't like  it but he's
the new kid so at first he tried laughing along with
everyone else. Tony wouldn't let up though so Tucker  tried ignoring it for a
while, but when that didn't work either, Tiny lost his cool and  started a fist
fight with Tony which is   understandable maybe, but ultimately it wasn't a real
good idea because while Tony's not big, he's tough and as the fight progressed,
things weren't  looking too good for either Tiny  Dick or Tony. Finally, Tony
pauses in the middle of punching,  to say, "Wanna be friends or do ya want me to
finish beating the shit out of you?"  Tiny Dick and  Tony have been kinda tight
ever since. Hey, what the hell, having a small penis isn't TD's fault; he didn't
have anything to do with  it. In addition to having a small penis TD also has a
small body. He's about five foot six or seven, but real thin at about a
hundred-twenty pounds and for a kid who just turned seventeen that's pretty
small.  Tony tells me that TD's strong for his size, but he isn't an especially
cute kid,  although he's  not bad looking. He has a nice way about him, but
there's a hardness there too.  Being a  new kid he's probably on his best
behavior...   you know, making friends and all. Still, I sense something's there
with him. Something about him reminds me of Tom Brown who, by the way, still
hasn't moved.  Anyway, TD is one of those kids  who's first reaction to
EVERYTHING is to smile. It's his way of getting to be liked. Also, he laughs at
everyone's jokes, even Joey's and Joey  doesn't even laugh at his own jokes half
the time. You never hear a negative thing come out of TD's mouth and he is
always the first to offer  to help you with whatever you need so, what the fuck,
we like him. It's weird but I've been noticing stuff like Tiny's looks and his
taut body, things only a gay boy will notice. I stare at his big brown puppy dog
eyes that make me want to squeeze the back of his neck or give him a hug and he
has a nice scent about him  too.  I never use to notice these  kinds of things
about other boys, but since I met Mike, well, I do notice that stuff  now.

Right off the bat Tiny Dick got   his buzz haircut and he's been in tight with
the gang pretty much from right after the fist fight with Tony. Now I'm no
longer the 'new kid' in the gang, so I  got that going for me. I haven't  seen
his tiny dick, although I have to admit being a bit curious about it because of
Ronny Dwyer's  small dick. Ya know, I'm interested in comparing them. Once
Tucker joined the gang talk about his tiny dick eventually died out and then
Mike gave  TD all the same kind of treatment he'd given me when I first started
hanging out with the boardwalk boys.  He was doing pretty much the same thing
with TD as he'd done with me and because of that I found myself getting jealous
and basically put myself through a rough five or six weeks. So stupid!  It
started when Mike got into one of his  moods and TD was available so, walking up
behind TD,  Mike wrapped his arms  around his stomach and picked him up off his
feet and   with TD kicking, Mike carried him to a nearby bench and sat down on
the bench with TD in his lap. The rest of us guys watched with interest,
thinking,  "Tiny Dick is nice and all that,  but it's about fucking time for
some initiation laughs". This was at school after lunch, so lots of kids  were
watching and cat-calling as Mike casually puts his right  hand in TD's pants
pocket and grabs his balls.
Tiny Dick cries out with  surprise and Mike firmly told him to fold his arms
across his chest and to stay very still.  Mike was still holding TD tight to him
with his left arm, and afraid of getting his nuts crushed again TD did as he was
told and crossed his arms tightly on his chest. He was wearing those baggy cargo
khaki pants with  plenty of room in the crotch and you could see Mike's hand
inside the pants pockets  moving around in the crotch area. TD sat on Mike's
lap with his legs draped on the  outside of Mike's wide spread legs.  He was
quiet, looking very apprehensive and I sorta felt bad for him because  I'd been
through just this sort of thing.  The fact is though, guys don't feel they
belong in the gang if they don't get Mike's attention and TD's finally getting
it. Mike  found what he wanted inside there and started wanking the new kid off.
 As I said, this is a familiar move to me from my early days with  Mike.  He'd
gotten me a few times and probably the other guys too, but we don't talk about
it much.


TD started squirming again and got his nuts squeezed again, so he stopped.
Tony, Joey, and me, along with kids that weren't even in our gang, were the
audience that day last winter.   Each of us was  glad this humiliation was
happening to Tiny Dick and not to us. Like I said, I felt bad for  Tiny, but I
gotta confess I was getting a boner   watching how easily and completely Mike
was dominating the
situation. Tony kept wetting his lips with his tongue and playing with himself
as Joey frowned,  staring intently. He'd spit every fifteen or  twenty seconds,
like he always does.  I made sure to stands in a way that kept my boner from
poking out the front of my pants as I stared with my mouth slightly open because
this isn't something you see every day. As Mike continues stroking  TD's tiny
dick, TD's eyes got real big and shiny and he starts puffing out his cheeks
blowing short puffs of air and scrunched his
face.  He looked up at the sky and began making little squeaky sounds, and then
it was,  "Please, Mike stop.  Mike, Ah don't...".   The tip of Mike's tongue was
just  visible  sticking out between his lips and, in a surprisingly short period
of time, TD began pushing  his head back into Mike's shoulder, pressing the
side of his forehead against Mike's jaw moaning.  Tony and I exchange looks,
like, 'No way that kid is spunking already!'  A minute later TD's  going,
 "Ohhhhh....Ahhh!" as a small  circle of wet appeared at the crotch of his
pants. Then a long "Ahhhhhh" from TD and  the wet spot spread and then spread
again.
This kid has a tiny dick but apparently big balls and they're generating a hell
of a lot of spunk. He began humping  gently on Mike's lap with his eyes closed
taking long, deep  breaths.  Then he just collapsed limply against Mike, who
asked, "Did you just pee your pant, Tiny Dick?"  Joey shouted out, "Tiny Dick
just cam in his pants".  Kids from across the play ground looked over and
frowned, not believing  what they'd just heard. We laughed and made fun of Tiny,
but in short order he's  laughing with us. He was such a good   sport everyone
ended up patting him on the back or rubbing his buzzed hair. Casually pulling
his shirt tail out to cover the large cum stain on the front  of his pants, Tiny
kept chattering about what a hot shit Mike is.  His face never even  got red.

After a little while Mike walked Tiny  Dick off,  draping his arm over
Tiny's shoulder while talking quietly to him about... whatever.  Mike did that
to me after humiliating me on the boardwalk last  summer; it was that time
he pretended to give me a spanking in front of hundreds of people. He can be a
prick, but when he wants to, Mike's got a way of making you feel special and he
obviously did that with Tiny because Tiny really hung close to Mike after that.
A week later Mike did it to Tiny in another way, this time on the  boardwalk and
it certainly  didn't look like Tiny put up much of a fight. Back then I found
myself getting wicked  jealous, especially during a couple of   weeks where Mike
would drive Tiny Dick off on his motorbike two or three times a week like he did
with me in the beginning of our relationship. There's no way this was a
coincidence,  it's almost exactly how Mike treated me in the beginning. What's
he doing... auditioning my  replacement?  Sometimes when Mike and Tiny showed up
later, after their motorbike ride, they acted kinda like they'd just gotten away
with something. Or maybe I'm  projecting my fears onto them, I don't know! For
my  money though, Tiny Dick stayed too close to Mike too much of the time.  None
of the other guys even commented on it, which I thought was odd. I resisted
asking Mike what was going on because Mike did not like me, or anyone else for
that matter,
questioning him.  Plus, Mike and me continue our hot  experimenting into
adolescent boyfriend sex, as Mike refers to it, better than ever.   One day back
then I spot Mike   and Tiny on the other side of the school grounds arguing and
it looked like they were going to come to blows, which would not have worked out
well for Tiny Dick.  By the time I ran over to  them something had been
resolved. They didn't seem too happy with each other  for a couple of weeks
afterwards, but that slowly faded away. The mysterious activity between Mike and
Tiny Dick was totally over as far as I an tell, whatever  "it" was in the first
place.  Maybe Mike expanded his so-called 'hot experimenting in adolescent
boyfriend sex' to include Tiny Dick; he'd done it with Ronny Dwyer.  Whatever,
I'm grateful that Mike's not doing with TD whatever it was he was doing anymore.
Really grateful because, believe me, that green  headed monster called jealousy,
is a bitch to deal with! In hindsight I can see that Mike  never neglected me
during that time, and in   fact was sweeter to me than ever. Guilty conscience
maybe. And why should I expect Mike to be perfect anyway?  I'm not, I never
mentioned that Tom Brown episode to him and how do I know how I might respond to
temptation?  I'll keep an open mind about things... that seems like a good way
to approach most  anything. That Tiny and Mike thing happened right after spring
break, but everything's been cool since then. Tiny Dick has been a good addition
to the gang; for  example, his party tonight.


Right now, finished our congratulation dinner with my dad and  his mom, Mike
wants to stop at the house so we can change out of our going-out-to-dinner
clothes before heading  over to TD's party. At the house we take off   our
front-pleated khaki long pants and our button up the front shirts, and while
hanging them up I'm giving Mike a 'look', so he's like, "What?" In a pretend shy
voice, I go "Can I  please, please suck your cock, Mike?"   He suppresses a
chuckle and, pretending to  be exasperated, says, "You never get enough, do ya?
Oh okay, but make it quick!"  I did NOT make it quick and Mike eventually gets
breathing raggedly, humping his  hips, saying, "Oh God! Jeez, Richie, grab that
lube and get on all fours, you got me horny for screwing that tight hole of
yours!" I reach over for the creamy Vaseline we use for lubricant,  then drop my
hands to the floor. I'm already on my knees, naked. Mike loves to fuck me doggy
style, and  I kind of  love it myself although on my back looking at his face is
my favorite position. There's usually  very little foreplay when I'm on all
fours; the   foreplay tonight was me sucking on his cock, which ain't bad
actually.  Mike grabs my skinny hips and positions his rock hard lubed-up boner
at my hole, and when I feel it there  I think, "relax!"  He pushes the fat head
of his cock in me as I stifle  a scream; it always hurts initially but fades
quicker and quicker the more we do it. I don't mind the initial hurt at all
'cause getting fucked, by Mike especially, but even by Ronny, is  an awesome
thing if ya ask me.  It's the best feeling ever!  Mike steadily pushes his
pulsing boner all the way up inside me and then slowly withdraws all the way
out.  After my bizarre experience with our neighbor Tom Brown, I'd suggested to
Mike that he try slapping my ass occasionally when he's fucking me. I know  it
sounds stupid, but it does add a sexual thrill for me.  Not the way Tom spanked
me, but just an  additional sensation from Mike to me... it's cool, and   hot!
Mike caught onto this idea real quickly and it seems to get Mike hotter too,
although his cock has always gotten as hard as a pipe, smacking my ass or not.
 It's just unfortunate I  got the idea from that sphincter Tom Brown though, but
on the  other hand, at least I got something from that experience.


Mike methodically pushes his pipe-hard-boner deep inside my hole and as he's
pulling it out, sometimes I get a hard slap on my ass. This goes on for five
minutes or so, but when he picks up the speed of his  penetrations and really
gets into fucking me fast and hard he eliminates the slapping part and just
holds  on to me and  rabbits in and out of my hole as   fast as he can go. We
haven't learned to be patient yet and still rush to our climaxes, me squirming
and squealing in ecstasy. Mike told me how he gets some kinda weird high from
smacking  my ass when fucking me; he can't explain it exactly and I can't
either, but  it's good.  Sometimes I wonder if I should ask Mike to reproduce
the experience that Tom Brown gave me. Of course, I wouldn't tell him  about the
Tom Brown affair; I'm not inclined to do that just yet.  Naturally the spanking
part would be more symbolic if Mike did it, not torturous like Tom's spanking
was. The parts after the spanking are the sensations I'd like to repeat: from
the pain reducing cream spread on my ass to the cold bath and especially the
full body massaging and then the  oral sex. Oh man, my first blowjob, and was it
ever sexually hot, and especially when compared to the spanking  part. So far I
haven't been brave enough, or dumb enough, to ask Tom for another spanking
experience.  And he's emphatic I'd have to ask  him to,  "Please give me another
hard, bare-ass spanking, Tom,' that's what he calls them. He'll be moving out of
the neighborhood this summer, I assume.  He should have  moved out months ago
according to him, not that I believe a lot of what Tom Brown says.  They're
moving sooner or later though, so my  temptation to ask him will be gone with
his move.  Something in me wants to do it one last time 'cause I know it's a
long, long shot that a similar situation will ever present itself again... it's
probably best that it doesn't too.  I'm conflicted, but mostly sure I'll never
get around to asking Tom to spank me.

Tonight though, on all fours with the pain from Mike's initial  penetration a
fading memory, I anticipate and   then feel the whack on my ass from Mike's open
hand. It's not a pretend smack, it's hard and it stings!  He's pulling his
fat boner back and just about as the head of his cock slides past, stimulating
my prostate gland, the loud smack sounds  and simultaneous the sting of
pain comes with it, and the combination of sting and hot sexual pleasure is
awesome. I  involuntarily grunt  with each smack, he's already driving his fat
boner all the way back inside me so I switch from the grunt to, "Ahhh..Ohh"  and
then the slow retraction  and, "Smack!"  each one harder and harder, just like
my boner gets.  As he smacks my  ass I buck each time  and all together it gets
Mike hotter and hotter which is what causes the  rabbiting of my hole.  Mike
can't hold out any longer, he needs to climax!  I can't hold off   either and
usually, like tonight, shoot off a long,   strong stream of cum, followed by
other smaller ones, and then that erotic squishy feeling in my hole as Mike
empties his nuts of spunk; empties his spunk deep inside me only to have a lot
of it  run out of my hole and drool down my thighs as I  try not to squeal like
a girl while panting at the fantastic sensations shooting around my belly, ass,
and cock.  It makes my body shudder and  quiver with delight.  The sensations
fade away leaving me feeling satisfied and wonderful... sex is a gift from the
gods, the most powerful sensation, next to love.

Tonight, before TD's party, it's all of that and a little bit more.  After Mike
shoots his load, filling my ass with his creamy teen cum, he lays forward
with his chest on my back and his cock still in me  and  enjoys the after effect
of his ultra hot climax.  I stay on my knees resting my head on  my forearms
enjoying the feel of  Mike's body on my back.    Catching his breath, he says in
my ear, "Richie, want to hang around here and do it again in a little while?"  I
go, "Sure!" and that's what we do. Mike did me in the doggy position again, but
not until he gave my ass a half dozen final  thrusts. After that we'd had a few
cigarettes and a YooHoo outside wearing only flimsy basketball shorts and flip
flops. Walking back inside Mike got his  arm around my neck and kissed me, then
while hugging me to him, he says, "I'm still addicted to you, Richie!" and a
long kiss on the side of my face was followed by a hot make out... and then the
second  doggy style fucking.  I swear to God I shot just as much spunk during
the second time as the first. Mike's show of affection gets me hot, hotter, and
hottest! All of that is why  we  pull up late to the party. We're on Mike's
bike; it's already after ten p.m.  There were many more  kids at the party than
just our gang, word of a   'parent-less party' spreads like wild fire.  We knew
most of the kids even though we didn't hang-out with them.   Quite a few of the
kids were already drunk, including a number of girls.   "Why the fuck do all the
fat girls  insist on wearing tight spandex clothing that shows off the rolls of
fat around their stomachs and hips?" Mike mutters to me.  I go,  "What?"'cause I
was still on a high from our sex tonight, and was thinking about that. Mike
goes, "Never mind, Richie," as he's parking the bike. He knows I daydream a lot,
he may even know it's mostly him I daydream about. We meet up with our guys and
right away Mike has to negotiate what could have been a nasty situation between
Kyle and  one of the  A & F snobs.   The dispute involves the snob's girlfriend
and Kyle's repeated use of the word "cunt". The music's loud and a lot of kids
are dancing, others   are yelling, and it's pretty much bedlam.  Kyle and the
snob go their separate ways and now that that crisis is over we get big plastic
cups full of beer.  Soon there's a ten person  drinking game going on.  When you
lose a round you need  to chug directly from the keg's spigot on the end of a
short hose. Last time we played drinking games was under the boardwalk last
summer. It's  funny to see the girls try to gulp right from the spigot hose for
count of ten with beer coming out of their noses and gushing out their mouths
almost as fast as it goes in.  Lots of hooting and hollering going on and there
will be some throwing up going on too; that'd be my guess.  There's always those
girls who insist on playing the game with  the boys, they keep losing
because the guys used sports references as the basis for the game  which
means the girls are lost and forced to drink.    Finally it's just four guys
left which is too few to have any fun with so we quit, but the beer has us all a
little high.

Around midnight I go in the wrong door while trying to find a bathroom
and finally see Tiny Dick's tiny dick.  Tony was  sucking it. I can't tell you
what a shock that was! TD sees me come in, but Tony has his eyes closed so I put
my finger to my lips in the  "Shhhhh" way to TD, and back out of the room.
Tiny's boner appears to be less than four inches long and not especially thick
although the head's in Tony's mouth so I don't know what that looks like.  No
matter the size, it's a strangely erotic scene and I stare at it as I'm backing
out the door and when I turn around I realize I've got a boner in my pants.
 Tony and  Tiny, what do ya know about that! I'll never tell, not even when
I'm sober. Later, I'm dancing with the  same girl I danced with at the school
dance months before, and I see Tiny Dick and Tony leaving together which is odd
for a couple of reasons, not the least of which it's Tiny's fuckin' party. He
sees me looking over at him and he shoots me with his index finger, looking
smug, like he's pulled one over on me. Does he  think Tony and me are doing it
together? That's nuts... although Tony and I are tight and all that.  Well,
maybe we're not as tight as I thought  because Tony never even hinted to me he's
gay, and he's never come close to coming on to me either.  Thinking about it, I
can remember the strange look Tony gave me about what I'd said in the hospital
when I found Mike on the gurney... I'd hugged Mike's face to mine, and kissed
him too.  Tony witnessed all that but never mentioned anything to me about it
from that day  to this.  Hmmm?  Oh well, this night I didn't see Tiny or Tony
again and I didn't see much of Mike either; he spent a lot  of time smokin' some
weed with the crowd that's into that.  Mike's   known pretty much by everyone in
our class and he fits in with all except the so-called in-crowd of Abercrombie &
Fitch phonies.  The party broke up abruptly when some busy-body neighbor called
the cops about the noise  and rowdiness; that was around one in the morning.  We
all scattered and left the house abandoned... it's really a very bad idea to
have a booze  party at your own place 'cause the kids get drunk and just don't
give a shit.  Mike and I roared off on his motorbike, but not before we saw some
of the slower and more dimwitted kids corralled by the cops, although most
escaped the cop's halfhearted effort to catch them.

Mike and me are sober the next morning laying in bed together, but what wicked
hangovers  we have. Ya don't realize it at the time, but last night we were so
drunk we'd nearly had an accident getting home. When we did make it safely to
bed Mike wanted me to suck  his cock and when I started doing that I saw this
picture in   my head of Tony sucking on Tiny's little cock and it got me hard
again. I stroked Mike's cock and my own at the same time for a bit, then
realized Mike had  fallen  asleep. Well! Of all the nerve! Ha ha! In my drunken
state I thought I'd keep sucking his dick anyway, but I fell asleep too... so
the booze conquered  the sex.  I'll made a note to myself to remember that fact
the next time I think I want one more beer.  As I lay in bed with my wicked
hangover, all I can think of is: "God help TD when his parents see the condition
of their house". By the time the cops broke up that wild party the house inside
and outside was not a pretty sight. Mike comes back from the bathroom and climbs
back into bed, so I get next to him and he casually  puts his arms around me,
sighing, then says, "I'm never doing weed and beer together again."  I mumble,
"Good plan," then make  the mistake of mentioning my concern about TD place to
Mike   'cause, even as hard as my head aches, he still made me get up and call
TD to see if we could come over and help him clean up the mess.  TD  was so
grateful for our help that Mike told me to call the other guys and an hour later
we're all over there hung-over and cleaning-up under the stern  eye of Tiny
Dick's mother and father; they were not pleased at the destruction, but they
were impressed that Tiny's friends would help him out. They have an in-ground
pool that Mac had to wade into to collect all the trash etc. thrown in there. We
picked up broken bottles, tons of trash, discarded beer cups, and half eaten
food... then we swept and mopped and ran the sweeper, we did it all and it all
sucked!  It was two hours before Mrs Dwight would say, "  Okay, that enough.
Thank you, boys!  You sure saved Tucker's ass big time!!  You all did a good job
and  I may even forgive you all for trying to destroy our   home; not now, but
perhaps in the future." I think she's kidding about the forgiving part; I mean,
her and Mr. Dwight are the two who thought it was a good  idea for TD to have a
party here when they were out. Ah, what the hell; I'm just glad we're done
cleaning.

While we were cleaning TD kept looking at me  with a questioning look in his
eyes, so obviously he's
wondering if I'd told someone about him and Tony. When no one could hear me I
whispered to him, "Hey man, whasup? Oh, about last night, that's  your business,
dude. No problem.  It's cool!"  What a big smile I got from him, and then some
kind of knowing look that I didn't get the meaning of, but I did wondered for a
brief moment what it would be like to do something sexy with Tiny,  maybe with
Mike involved too like our threesome with Ronny.  That's another long shot
though, probably never gonna happen.  Ya know,  I'm not sure why, but I'm gonna
hold off   telling Mike about the Tiny and Tony blowjob.  I wouldn't even
consider telling anyone besides Mike anyway, but even with Mike I want to  think
about it for a bit first. We survived our hangovers and the clean-up of TD's
place, but only barely. Everyone stayed in that night after the  party,
recuperating and then there it  was... the first Monday of summer vacation.
 Mike had to ride out to the farm where his mother works to sign up for part
time work again this summer.  My job was still doing everything in my Dad's
place that he use to pay a cleaning service to do.  Now he pays me to do it.
 Plus, I run the errants and get my Dad's stuff for breakfast each morning.
 Other than those chores  though, dad  said I should enjoy the rest of the day
with my friends. He used to slap my face but now he hugs my shoulders  instead.
 That's an awesome turn of events and it has a lot   to do with him and Mike's
mom getting so close and all.

Wildwood is filling up as the summer residence return to their  rental homes and
file into the motels and hotels.  By the third week in June the traffic is
almost gridlocked and the boardwalk is swarming with people of  all ages. Us
guys were up there smoking cigarettes, annoying the tourist, and even though it
happened a few weeks ago we're still making up exaggerated stories of Tiny's
party.  Tony lisped that Tiny Dick had been lucky to be grounded for only
the first two days of summer vacation; if we hadn't cleaned up it would have
been a much longer punishment. Just as a tease, I steadily stare at Tony after
he's done talking, until he smiles at me, and asks, "Why you  staring at me,
Richie?" I knew then that Tiny Dick hadn't told Tony about me walking in on
their blow job, so I  smile back, shake my head like it's nothing, and listened
to all  the guys trying  to outdo each other describing the absurd things each
of them had done at Tiny Dick's party. As the summer  days lazily pass by, our
routine follows pretty much what we did last summer.  Most of us had some sort
of part time job to take care of.   After that we'd meet in the afternoon for a
few hours on the boardwalk and then again for a few hours at night. We make fun
of people walking the boards and of each other.  We all try picking up girls and
we all work hard at looking cool for the other guys who also walk the boards
doing the same things we do, including looking cool. We ride the rides and eat
the food and play miniature golf and go to water parks once in a while. Mostly
we enjoy  being with each other, and the boardwalk serves as a fabulous backdrop
for that.
We've all turned 17 by now, or soon will, and we know  this  will be our last
year of focusing on the boardwalk.  Seventeen is the outside age to  constantly
hang and goof on the boards. This isn't something we discuss,  it's just
something that's understood. We need to grow-up next year and do something else
in the summer because eighteen year olds, if their  cool, do not hang out all
summer on the boardwalk. We'll have to turn it over to the new 'kings of the
boards', the  coming of age mid teens. Fuck!

There are six of us are on the boardwalk today, we're checking out Kyle's new
toy.  It's a whoopee cushion that Kyle's little brother got as a gag birthday
gift, a gift Kyle immediately confiscated and was presently developing an act
with that he hopes will be  extremely  annoying to  the tourist.  Kyle does
not look like the nefarious naughty boy that he, in fact, is. He has a mouthful
of late  braces, light brown buzz  cut hair, freckles across  his nose... a
choirboy look; he's really skinny and he always has an expression on his face
that implies he wants to be helpful.  Believe me, Kyle  does not want to help
you. In addition, when Kyle speaks, foul language flows from his potty mouth, a
torrent of curse words. He's taking  the whoopie cushion pranks seriously, even
going so far as to practice the different ways he can use this farting toy by
adjusted the valve creating different farting sounds.  He's ready to go now
though and when he spots an overweight man and woman walking together towards us
he puts the whoopie cushion on the boardwalk and waits until this obese couple
are next to us and then he steps down hard on the paper bag the whoopee cushion
is hiding in.  A long, very loud  and unmistakable sound of a rolling fart
erupts and can be heard over everything else.  Kyle looks  around with a
puzzled, but  helpful, look on his face while  Joey plays his  part by pinching
his nose and kind of pointing at the fat guy and girl.  The rest of us  go
 "Ewwww!  Yuck!  Gross! Hey mister, you set the back of your pants on fire!" The
fat couple get red in the face and hurry away shaking their heads that it wasn't
them.  We, of course, go into hysterics laughing much more laughter than the
prank deserves, but laughing is contagious.  Kyle get all the old guys walking
past us unmercifully, and some of these oldtimers get  feisty and yell out at us
to 'grow-up' or 'wipe that silly ass grin off your face you fresh punk' or
they'll say something like, 'that's real original, you delinquents,' and stuff
like that which is just the kind of reaction we want and we laugh harder.  Very
childish of course, but it's  our last summer doing this junk. Oh, and Kyle,
with his innocent face, never gets blamed.   Mac gets accused of  being the
'farter' many times and that's perhaps because  he's on the chubby side.  He
always says, "I didn't do anything, it's was him" or  "it's her" as he points to
an innocent  bystander walking by.

Kyle's best acts were the patient ones where he'd sit on a bench, with
the whoopee cushion under one thigh, waiting patiently for an unsuspecting woman
or fat person or older grumpy looking person to sit down next to him.  The rest
of us are smoking along the railing next to the bench.  When the right type
person/victim sits down Kyle bears down hard on that fart machine and out comes
a motorboat rumbling fart. He then jumps up, yelling, "Jesus Christ, pal..." as
everyone looks over at the startled victim. They usually shake their head "No"
like "it wasn't me".  All victims do pretty much the same thing.   The guys
along the railing call more attention to the  victim by going... "Gross!"
 "That's  disgusting!" "Yuck!"  and stuff like that.  These sorts of childish
endeavors kept us rolling with laughter for  three nights in a row and then we
began recognizing earlier victims from a night or two before and who now are
giving us hard looks, so the  whoopie cushion was put away for later in the
summer when a new batch of tourist arrived. Anyway, we have plenty of other
tried and true acts to torture the innocent tourist with,  strictly for our
enjoyment and laughter, of course. Most of the time the tourist don't even
realize we're mocking them.  When everything else fails we turn on each other,
all in the name of laughs.  And then there's the pick-up attempts.  Always
trying  to get a hot girl to agree to a date or if you're really lucky a walk on
the beach for a  make-out and maybe even a  feel-up.  Some of the guys try
harder at this  than others.  I'm easily discouraged and don't try very hard in
the first place; just enough to save face. I resort to explaining that this girl
or that girl is too  tall, or not tall enough, or has small tits, or whatever.
  Mike's often successful when he wants to be because of his unbelievable good
looks, but he rarely takes them for a walk on the beach. Me and him go for walks
on the beach though, and tonight's one of those times. He need to talk to me in
private so we go down the steps to the beach and walk down near the rolling
ocean. He obviously has something on his mind but he's hesitating, then he
finally tells me how he knows I'm gonna be disappointed, but he'll be away for
ten days starting the day after  tomorrow. His brother, Danny, has finished his
initial training and is graduating to the next rank in the Coast Guards. Mike,
his mother, his cousin, and his aunt are  taking a train cross country to the
Coast Guard base at   San Diego, California to see Danny graduate, and to visit
with him for a few days.   Danny  begged Mike to come; they're real tight and
this is  their last chance to spend time together until the fall. I am
disappointed alright.


Well, the timing works out for them anyway; when the tomato crops are ready for
harvesting at the farm Mike and his mom wouldn't be able to get off work, but
it's early in the season now so the boss is letting them have the time off. It's
now or never and Mike wants to see Danny; he loves him as much as he loves me;
that's what he said anyway. That's not exactly like saying "I love you, Richie".
it's more like saying he has a brotherly love for Danny  and me.  Plus, I'm not
sure he didn't just throw that in to soften me up so I don't pout the next two
days he's here.  Hell, what else could I do except tell him to have a safe
trip... of course he should go see his   brother graduate.  We  both know I
can't go, not only because the cost of the trip, but it  would be awkward as
hell too.  I mean, I don't hardly know Danny, and to be honest I don't want to
go.  If it was just Mike and me going, well then,  absolutely I'd want to go.
 But with his mother, aunt, and cousin going, forget about it! Mike knows very
well how much he means to me though, so he'd worried about how I'd react to the
news he'll away for ten days. I think I reacted at least as well as a ten year
old would.  I'm just kidding about that, I told him I'm good with it and yo give
my best to Danny.


Mike and I had a  loving and sexy farewell the last  night before the trip and
then  he was off on another adventure. I waved goodbye to him at the front door
missing him already, but  it isn't nearly as bad a feeling as the one I had
after the dance that time when he moved back home.  Then I wasn't  sure how long
he'd be away, or if he'd ever come back to me.  This time I know he'll return
and I know exactly when, but that's not to say I don't miss him. As the days
dragged on it became like a living thing, the way I missed him, I mean.  It's
like an actual 'presence' in the house; Mike isn't here.  I have trouble
catching my breath sometimes. I talk to myself then, trying to talk myself into
growing the fuck up, but it's a constant  struggle not to mope around, and the
biggest problem is missing our sex together.  That's a real ache, a real desire,
a real need. After having regular awesome sex with the person I love two or
three times a  day, then to cut it off cold turkey... well, it hurts. The
boardwalk guys can't help me with that, but they helped me in a lot of other
ways by just  being  there and taking my mind off Mike for a while.  They don't
know I'm in love with Mike, but they know how I idolized him and miss  him, so
they take a little pity on me and pay extra attention.  Even Mac is nicer to me
than usual.


Two days before Mike's expected return, Tiny Dick asked me to do a favor for
him.  No big thing; it's just that TD's relatives in Wildwood Crest bought a new
refrigerator and Sears is delivering it between 1pm and 5pm tomorrow.  Tiny
Dick's aunt and uncle both work so they're paying Tiny  twenty dollars to hang
around their house tomorrow to let the delivery men in.  TD wants me to keep him
company. He says there's a swimming pool  at the house so we  can have a swim
and he'll split  the twenty dollars with me.  It sounds like a sweet deal  deal
to me so I agree to do it while I'm wondering why he didn't asked Tony to keep
him company. By the  way, neither Tony nor I have mentioned that blowjob again,
as far as I know it was a drunk one-time-only thing. Well, here comes Tiny Dick
driving his mother's little VW convertible to pick me up for the ride to his
aunts house,  Cool car!  We get to his Aunt's place early and a Sears van is
already parked in the driveway. TD and I exchange looks, like, "What the fuck?"
then get out and TD lets the men in and ten minutes later our job is done.  As
TD hands me a ten dollar bill, he goes, "Wow, we really had to work our
balls off for this ten bucks,  didn't we?"   I wipe imaginary sweat from
my forehead nodding my head and Tiny suggest we might as well go for a swim
since we're here.  The pool isn't huge, it's fifteen feet by thirty
feet; deepest part is six  feet, which is pretty much like the pool at Tiny's
house.  Not much chance I'll drown in either  one.  Both TD and me are already
wearing bathing suits so it's a no-brainer.  We  leave our wallets, T-shirts,
and sandals on a deck chair and do cannonballs into the pool. It's a bright
sunny day, about ninety degrees, perfect summer  weather for a swim.  We swim
leisurely for twenty minutes or so and then raid TD's aunts refrigerator for
beers. After almost two years of forcing beer down to get high most of us guys
has finally developed a mild taste for it.  There are three cases of beer in the
garage so we replace the cold beers from the refrigerator  with ones from the
garage;  his aunt shouldn't be the wiser. We smoke, drink beer, and swim; it's
fun and relaxing.  After three beers each  the conversation turns to Mike. My
interest is peeked because of Tiny's early days hangin' with us when Mike was
giving Tiny extra attention as the new kid on the block.  Back then I was
suspicious something was going on between those two.  It petered out, but still
I wonder, ya know?


Tiny Dick wants to know  if Mike's done any of that wanking stuff to me when I
was the new kid in the gang. "You  know, Richie, like the stuff he did to me
when I first started with the gang." I told Tiny that Mike  gave me as much, and
maybe even a little more, of the embarrassing attention than he'd given him. To
make it seem as if Mike was more involved with me than he was with Tiny I
embellished the things Mike did and it gets to the point where I tell
Tiny something  Mike did to me and Tiny, in a very friendly way,  tells me
something more outlandish that Mike did to him.  We get into a little
competition in  that regard, although I'm sure we both know the other guy is
mostly bullshitting, but still it is kinda erotic, kinda sexy talking about
different ways Mike whacked us off or humiliated us by physically picking us up
or incapacitating us in wrestling holds. Finally, at a lull in our conversation,
TD says, "I kinda liked all that stuff Mike did to me.  Did you like it when he
did all that stuff you told me about, Richie?"   I avoid that question, and  ask
one of my own,  "What did you like more,Tiny, Mike's stuff or Tony sucking you
off?" I shouldn't have been such a  prick, but he was getting pushy with
questions about Mike and I wanted to move the conversation in  another
direction. To my surprise Tiny Dick laughed out loud when I asked him. Then he
continued our  trend of asking another question instead of answering the first
question, he asks, "Have you ever been sucked off, Richie ?"  I say, "Well, ya
know...  that's real personal shit,"  and Tiny goes, "Well, yeah, but by saying
what you just said kinda implies that you have been sucked off. Ya know?"  We
talked around in circles like that with me almost convincing myself that it's a
good idea to ask him what he and Mike did on those motorbike rides, and what was
the reason for the disagreement I witnessed between him and Mike; half convinced
myself, the other half won and I never asked him, but it was close. I don't
think I want to know the answers anyway. Tiny and I continued our conversation
in a friendly manner, drinking beer and smoking, our feet dangling in the pool
as we sit on the ledge. We're both smirking at each other as we  avoid
answering each others questions.  It's borderline fun, but we're also getting a
little bit drunk.   "Let's get another beer and hop back in the pool," is Tiny's
suggestion, and that's what we do.

The water's warm, but not  as warm as the air, so it's refreshing. After a bit,
in between swigs of beer, we start rough housing with each other. We're mostly
wading around in the four foot deep end of the pool and the rough housing turns
into wrestling. We swig from the can of beer, then put the cans on the  pool
ledge and try dunking each other which leads to the wet wrestling I mentioned.
We both get in a lot of touching and hugging and it becomes pretend wrestle so
we can enjoy the wet slippery body contact. He's thin, but strong and kind
of sexy. One things for certain: he isn't shy about touching all parts of my
body and as this type of thing tends to do, it escalated and gets a little
rough.  Tiny hurt me a few times with his elbows flying about; nothing serious
and I didn't want to  seem wimpy by complaining, and it made me aware that he
isn't intimidated by  my size advantage.  Tiny's a good smiley kid, but he also
has a confident manner  about  him, and now with the beers it's even more
noticeable.  He's getting more provocative with his touching and groping too,
including grabbing a handful of my privates. Ge gets me from behind and gropes
my dick; it feels good the way he's holding me around my waist with his face
against my back and I'm getting this horny feeling which grows until I've got
a  boner pointing straight up in my bathing suit. Tiny's got a hand on it,
laughing... then he lets go of my boner to hug us together with both arms around
my belly and I  feel Tiny Dick's boner too; it;s stubby and the head feels much
larger than the shaft.  He's short,  but has a fabulous natural tight toned body
that I'd be proud to have, and like I said, it feels good against my body.  When
he loosens his hold on me I slip out of his grasp and we waded over for a swig
of beer.  Looking down in the  clear water I see Tiny Dick's cock sticking
straight  out  from his crotch like a four inch spike.  It  pokes my thigh as he
reaches to put his beer on the cement ledge around the pool. Bending my knees I
dip down in the water and lean into Tiny so when I straightened up I've captured
his spike between our bodies. It's pinned between my crotch and his belly,
pointing up like mine; the bottom of my cock rubs against the top of his.  TD
giggles and slides both hands down my sides, off my hips, and around to slip
inside the back of my swim trunks. He grabs a handful of my ass cheeks  in each
hand and squeezes hard; it hurts, but then he massaged the hurt out of each
cheek roughly and does it all over again.  I 'm captivated by this
totally unexpected display of dominate behavior.   Blowing out a long breath, I
squirm against his hot little boner, my chest against his. Well, TD's four or
five inches shorter than me so the top of his head is  level with my  nose and
our chests don't line up exactly, but we're tight together just the same.
 Looking at his face this close up I see his fair, blemish free  skin in all
it's glory.  He has the same type of pale, clean complexion that Mike has, and
that's a very sexy thing to me.


We look into each others eyes and it seems to me that Tiny sees something in
mine that make him nod his head slightly, like confirming something to himself.
I don't care if he knows I'm gay... I saw him getting sucked off so it's not
like he's an  innocent bystander where gay sex is concerned.  He gives me a kind
of smirking grin, then confidently says, "Just stand there a minute," and leans
his mouth to the side of my neck to gentle suck and lick where my neck  and
shoulder meet causing me to shudder and  blow snorts  of air out  my nose. I'm
so horny it's sick, so what's  the harm?  He uses his lips and tongue at first,
but then I feel his teeth too as he gives me little quick bites that hurt, and
then fade away. Chills run down my back and I'm squirming against him as
sensations  buzz around my body.  He's holding us together with handfuls of my
ass cheeks pressing me against him. Then, letting go of one ass cheek he rubs
across my anus, then the tip of his finger is pushed inside me letting pool
water enter with the finger.  It's feeling a little wet back there as I go up on
my toes a little, then he pushes in his finger two knuckles deep, and I'm  like,
"Um, ah... don't Tiny!" but he doesn't stop pushing until it's in all the way
with me up on my toes as far as I can go.  I'm scrunching my face tightly as a
moan  slips out of my mouth. Tiny begins finger fucking me and it feels
okay.  I'm content to go along with this 'cause I'm horny and don't have the
willpower to resist.  My hands have been holding TD around his neck loosely and
now I let them slide down his back hugging us together even tighter.  I'm
excited by Tiny's fantastic, slippery, slim body. He stops the hickey building
to lift his head and stare into his eyes again and a second later, without
thinking about it, I lean my head down and our lips meet as naturally as if we
did this every day. Our tongues lap together, breathing becomes difficult.  Tiny
Dick is not frantic with his kissing; he's methodical and seems to know exactly
what he wants and how to get it. He also knows  how to get another gay boy
excited with tongue to tongue action and groping my crotch. It's hard for me to
catch my breath, Tiny's certainly not Mike, but he's a boy and my true gay
nature is in full bloom now. Mike showed me I'm gay and now I want the boy to
boy contact and miss it with Mike. With one hand groping my cock and balls, the
other  one cups the back of my head holding it in place.   My dick gets that
buzzing feeling which indicates pre cum, but it's leaking into my
pool-water-soaked swimsuit so who can tell.  All of a sudden everything about
this kid is yummy to me, some boys just have a natural magic about them; Mike
certainly does although Ronny doesn't, and I don't think I do, but Tucker Dwight
 has it big time... that's the limit of my experience so far. In  the warm water
of the pool all my sexually stimulated sensations seem different then I'm used
to; they seem brand new. Tiny and I kiss and rub  the sides of our faces
against, both of us moaning softly while inhaling each other's odor that's just
barely detectable above the distinctive smell of chlorine.


It's  eerie and hypnotic the way Tiny confidently moves from one thing to the
next  without hesitation or self doubt. At one point I let out a  long exhale,
not even realizing I'd been holding my breath. TD whispers, in a spooky way, for
me to let go of him for a  second and when I do he once again slips a hand
inside the back of my swimsuit and pushes a finger up my hole, I go, "Ahh ohh!"
 Tiny quietly says, "Easy, Richie... a little more," and the rest of his middle
finger disappears up my ass, his other fingers cup my buttocks and using  the
finger up my hole he gets me to turn around and then, with my back to him,  he
hugs me with his left arm down around my stomach and  pulls my ass tight
against his belly which pushes the finger slightly further up my ass.  I put my
head back on Tiny's should and enjoy being captured by him. Tiny slowly twirls
his finger in my hole and more of the pool water laps up my widened hole. From
the sorta spooky whisper he used at first, Tiny changes to an authoritarian
voice, saying, "I'm getting out of my swim trucks; you just stay put!"  For some
odd reason I like the way he sounded just then and I stood totally still. Sure,
I know it's  outrageous of him to  handle my body the way he does, and the same
for the way he order me around, but it excites me.  It makes me smile to myself
and want to play along with him... it's fun if you have the proper attitude for
it.  Tiny throws his trunks up on the pool deck  and roughly pulls my suit down
just  below my buttocks. Using his new 'macho' voice he orders me, "Bend your
knees,"which I do, but he's got his finger up my ass again and he's using it as
a hook, pulling down on my anus, commanding, "More, squat down a little more."
I'm such an idiot 'cause it just now occurs to me, duh, that he's going to fuck
me... well, what did I think he was getting me ready for? I can be so dense,
double duh! I'm squatting down to his level 'cause that finger up my ass is
hooked in a way I can't easily pull off of, and it hurts my ass if I resist.  I
hear, "That's good! Stay just like that...."  Tiny's really got that bossy
voice going for him now and it's having an affect on  me; I can feel my
dick getting real hard and since it's been almost ten days since my cock's felt
this tight, this sexy, this good, I'm willing to go along with Tiny's game even
if it means getting fucked. He takes his finger  out now, so if I wanted to, I
could easily walk away but I don't. I'm in some kind of sexy trance and Tiny's
playing his part so perfectly, I'm lovin' it. I'll regret it later I guess, but
I need something like this right now. His little boner is against my  hole as he
says, "Lean forward some more!" When I do he holds around my waist with both
arms and pushes his entire four inch boner into me.  It hurt some, but not
nearly as  much as Mike hurts me when he does the same thing. The pool water
helped with the entry and the warm water all around us adds to the uniqueness of
the situation; it all adds up to sort of dreamy floating feeling with that great
sense of being fully plugged up;  having  a boy's cock up my ass is definitely
alright with me.

Sure, I stupidly was late coming to the conclusion that Tiny intended  fucking
me; he didn't ask me about it, he  didn't tell me about it... he just did it. He
did it 'cause he  wanted to, and 'cause he could.  So, yeah, initially it
surprised the hell out of me that little TD with his little pecker is fucking
me. That being said, I'm enjoying this totally unexpected adventure.  The very
unexpectedness of it, Tiny's bossiness, the audacity of his actions: it all
combines to satisfy a need I wasn't even able to articulate, it's just right for
my frame of mind right now... it's hot and it feels good. Plus, Mike's not the
only one who can rationalize; how 'bout this:  like Mike says, all we're doing,
Tiny and me, is experimenting in adolescent boyfriend buddy-sex.  Right?  Plus,
from what TD inferred, Mike has already done some experimenting
along these lines with Tiny Dick some months ago. Here's the interesting thing
about the small penis up my ass right now: like Ronny's, it feels real good, but
would feel better if longer.  That's one thing, but another has to do with the
bulb on the  end of TD's boner, it's much larger around than the shaft of his
boner, and as  he pushes it in and pulls almost out, the  sensation all along my
tunnel is different from the feel of Mike's cock, or little Ronny's too. Tiny's
feels fabulous in a different way and it has to do with the fat bulbous head of
his cock.  I didn't see that  at the party 'cause it was being sucked on by Tony
at the time. Tiny's firm swollen cock head is a good size, maybe the perfect
size to routinely stimulate my prostrate glans and I'm soon pushing back on his
thrusts and everything is really feeling sooooo good! Okay, like I said, it
would feel just a bit better if it were a little longer, but that's just being
greedy because this is very hot! I mumble, "Oh yeah, do it, Tiny!" He
says nothing and instead gets a small piece of skin of my ass cheek between his
thumb and index finger and pinches that small bit of  flesh hard.  I scream  out
in pain; TD holds onto that little piece of my ass, and calmly says, "Don't push
back on my cock,  Richie... I'm doing you and I don't need any  help! You are to
remain very  still, when I want you to move or change position I'll tell you.
Got it?" I can't  believe how much that pinch hurt.  His change of attitude and
rough treatment confused me, but I mumbled, "Yeah, okay... but don't do that
pinching thing again,"  and of course he pinches it even harder this time and I
cry out in pain again,  this time losing control of my bladder and pee flows
from my now limp cock.  It felt kinds good to just let it go into the pool
water. Tiny's the bully now, he confidently, and smoothly, says, "Richie, don't
be telling me what to do and, in fact, don't say anything or I'll pinch you
harder. Can ya do that for me: just be quiet while I fuck you?"  Oh man, this is
like that  prick Tom Brown all over again. Mike's told me there's something
about me that brings out the predators, that  I'm too nice which makes be
vulnerable. He says I need to toughen up and that's one of the reasons he has me
lifting weights with him, and doing all that boring jogging. It looks like this
nice experience, up to now, has turned a little bit ugly and there's no reason
it had to, but it did because Tiny Dick is an asshole at heart.  Ya know, I saw
something in him when I first met him, something in his personality that seemed
fake, something he was hiding under that smiling facade and now I find out...
he's a bully at heart, a dominant predator. God dammit! I'm pissed now, but I'd
rather not suffer another pinch, so I mumble, "Yeah, okay."

Needless to say, all the fun has gone out of this for me, but this isn't about
me anyway.  It's about a dominant sex partner, in this case Tiny, getting what
he wants, and in this case he  wants me. He wants to fuck me and he wants me
acting submissive while he does me.  I gotta do something to avoid this in the
future, but it would be too humiliating to tell Mike about, and I don't really
know what  I should do.  For now I need to  take it one step at a time, this
could get dicey if Tiny has some sort of secret relationship with Mike, or more
likely, had one in the past.  Just like the Tom Brown screw-up, I don't want
Mike knowing about this one either so I don't wanna piss off Tiny.  Anyway, by
now I showing a docile posture, totally under Tiny's control, and he's
established a steady rhythm of humping my hole; nothing special  or unique, but
it's apparently exactly how he wants to do it. He sounds excited with
his grunting and sighing and muttering, "Yeah,  good. Ya  got a good boy cunt
for fucking, I gotta give it to ya."  His 'cunt' remark is out of line, but
Mike's uses it once in a while  too and he called Ronny and me "girls" a few
times while he was fucking us so Tiny's remark doesn't bother me that much, and
as a matter of fact, everything's beginning to feel good again.  If I forget
about the bully part of this, it's pretty damn good... Tiny's fucking me in
an incredibly hot manner; my  cock is getting hard and feeling good once again
too.   Being dominated by Tiny Dick is a shocking development, there's no way
around it, it's shockingly unexpected, but I can't lie to myself, overall he's
got me turned-on and hot. It's also taking a lot of self control for me to not
 push back at his thrusts.  He's again got me sexually excited and I want him to
go faster and harder. I grunt out, "Fuck me, Tiny... do it!" I'm hooked on this
now, and I desperately want to climax.  My cock starts  twitching so I reach
down to wank it but TD grabs my wrist, and yells, "No! I told you not to move,"
and  he immediately gets another little piece of flesh between his index finger
and thumb to give a pinch, I go, "Sorry! No, don't, Tiny! I won't move!"  Oh boy
do I need to cum, but not bad enough to suffer another pinch like the earlier
one.  This last one hurt, but it was just a reminder of that really bad one. I
keep asking myself: how can a little piece of flesh hurt so  much?


Tiny keeps my ass tight against his crotch with that arm of his around my belly,
and when he's not pinching me he has a free hand to cup my balls and squeeze
them from time to time; I only wish he'd stroke by throbbing cock.
Sensation-wise, Tiny's had me all over the spectrum from screaming pain to
feeling like I really need to  cum, he's controlling pain as well as this
current sexually erotic place of pleasure. And, like the Tom Brown thing, the
pleasure parts overwhelms the pain part, it's not even close. Now
Tiny's breathing heavily and that's even turning me on, it's awesome to be
fucked even like this. The water all around us is in constant motion as Tiny
pumps my ass and gets both our bodies moving in the process. Then the feeling of
climax is on me, and after not having it to this degree for almost ten days, I'm
wicked excited about it as I squeak  out, "I'm going to cum, Tiny!" To shock me
further, to totally take me by surprise again, Tiny shouts, " No!" It's the last
thing I expected, I thought he's be happy that his big bad dominant self had
made wimpy me cum. Tiny pushes his cock up inside me and leave it there. Then,
in a conversational manner, he explains, "You find a way to hold off until I
give you permission to cum, Richie.  I call the shots  here and it's simple, you
don't cum until I say so. Got it?" Well, he's stopped fucking me, so that, plus
his unexpected response to my impending orgasm has managed to eliminate the
feeling of impending climax anyway.  I mutter, "I'll try, Tiny." But the more I
cooperate with him, the further he takes things. He squeezes my nuts until I'm
seeing red dots in my vision, I go, "No, please, Tiny!" and he actually
chuckles, then goes, " Okay, you're gonna hold off spunking till you get
permission, good! Another thing, you're  gonna need to tighten your  fucking
pussy ring too ......yeah,  and one more thing while we're at it,  you call be
"Tucker". Whenever I'm fucking you, you call me by my real name.  Got it?"  He's
back to getting a small piece of my ass skin between his  finger and thumb ready
to pinch if I disobeyed. In a menacing way, he says, "Now, quietly tell me you
understand, then keep your mouth  shut. I'll tell ya when you can cum." I take a
big breath, really hating this again, then quietly say, "Okay, Tucker," then
realize he'd just said, "Whenever I'm fucking you..." like he thinks he'll be
doing it many times in the future. What the fuck? Tom thought I'd enjoy his
spanking too. He couldn't believe I didn't and now this little prick, Tiny Dick,
thinks I'll be asking him to fuck me over and over. I definitely gotta change my
approach to  life. I'm projecting  misinformation that these dominant assholes
mistakenly pick up on and think I want what they want, or what they got.  Only
one of them is right about that.


Constantly flexing or tightening my sphincter muscle is not as easy as it
sounds. Soon  my buttocks feels like it's about to cramp up on
me.  Tucker's pleased with me because I've acknowledged his every order; this
frees him up to fuck me hot and heavy again. He says, "That's my boy, Richie,
hold off your orgasm and keep your pussy ring tight!  Try to tighten it a little
more."  As I try to tighten that ring even more, he reaches around and fondles
my pubes this time, as I look down through the clear water I see my pubes
floating around my now aching boner. No  matter how pissed-off  at Tiny I am, my
cock has a mind of it's own; it likes me getting fucked and is reacting to what
amounts to an awesome fuck.  Each time I'm just about to climax Tiny does
something to bring me down again, then he fucks me awesomely for a while and I'm
right next to another climax and he'll do something else to bring me down...
it's infuriating! He's not doing it with me in mind, it's merely a coincidence
that this  action has my climax building bigger, Tiny's all about his own
pleasure. I'm biting my lip and trying not to cum and if Tiny doesn't do
anything to ruin it, I know my orgasm's only a minute or so away. Then,
unexpectedly, Tucker wraps his fist around my boner and strokes it fast, full
length strokes from root to head and almost immediately cum flies out as I
squeal embarrassingly, then yell out, "Oh my God! ....... AHH  Ahhh  OHHH God!"
as Tiny milks my balls dry. There's spit all around my mouth from when I
squealed and now it's running down my chin.  My entire body's tingling and the
hot erotic feelings in my ass and  all around my groin  has me moaning at the
pleasure and leaning back against Tiny rubbing my back against his chest, my
head back so that the sides of our faces are pressed together.  He casually
wipes his cummy hand under my balls, on my belly, and in my pubes, whispering in
his spooky sexy voice  again, "You're delicious, Richie.  I can do you better
than Sullivan ever dreamed of doing you, and I can say that from personal
experience." I feel like I'm floating in the water enjoying the continuing
pleasure sensations as I'm almost lying on Tiny, completely docile and weak.
He'd taken me to the brink of climax three or four times and when my climax was
built-up to a ridiculous strength Tiny brought on the explosion by stroking my
boner; the same boner that begged to be stroked five minutes earlier and was
more than ready to fire out a long stream of spunk, and it surely did that...
three good shots of my creamy teen cum splattered the pool water, and each one
had felt so good it's  impossible to  describe. I heard what he said about Mike,
but I don't care about that, I don't care what Tiny thinks... Tiny could never
replace Mike, it's not even close! Oh sure, this was an awesome climax, but it
didn't happen with Mike and therefore it'll  always be inferior to one I have
with him, but it was still awesome... I'm just saying. Hey, maybe everyone
doesn't get to experience climaxes to the degree I do, if not, that's a shame.


Tiny asks, "Did ya like that, baby?" It does feel nice just lying against this
taut, small, but hot body of Tiny's, and being dominated by him too, I guess.
It's just for twenty minutes, and it's mostly pleasure so what's the harm. I
ask, sorta sarcastically, "Um, is it okay if I  speak, Tucker?"  He murmurs,
"Good boy for asking," and he licks my ear, going, "Mmmmm, you're so yummy I
could eat you with a spoon. We're gonna have a hot summer together in my pool.
It's very secluded." I go, "Ah, well... about today; yes, it felt good but I
really, really didn't like you pinching me." He immediately gets that piece of
skin, and I go, "Sorry! Sorry for mentioning that. Yes, you fucked me really
good and I had a hot orgasm." The floating sensation and all the good feelings I
had just a minute ago have vanished and now I don't even want to be touching
Tiny. He's still amorous though and he kisses me, then says, "You gotta learn to
be respectful to me, Richie.  I'll teach you how to behave and all... well, it
sorta like you behave around Mike, only more so. Okay?" Now I'm getting tired of
this shit, I mutter, "Sure," and Tiny says, "Good! Now, lean forward," I lean a
little, and he says, "No, all the way... bend at the waist and  get your face in
the water. I'm gonna fuck you like that till I cum. Hold your breath." Oh
brother, what a jerk, but I do it, and he starts pounding my ass. It's a weird
feeling being under water getting fucked. He'd been ready to blow before this
last sequence  and it came quickly. I knew immediately when he shot his load
into me too.  It was after a dozen quick humps when I felt how his thrust were
slipping in and out ridiculously easily with the load of cum he shot into men.
 When he climaxed he'd also let out a long whistling sound I could even hear a
little of under water. Then my head comes out of the water and I'm gulping
oxygen as Tiny's wildly humping my ass making wheezy sounds, his eyes shut
tightly, his fingers digging into my hips.


Slowing down  his thrusting he reaches his arms around me pulling me upright,
breathing hard, and between deep breaths, he mutters, "Squat down in the proper
position," I roll my eyes and bend my knees so we're the  same height and Tiny
does six or eight  fast, hard nipping bites at the same spot where my neck joins
my shoulder, just like he'd done earlier. It happened fast and at  least one of
the bites broke the skin because drops of blood drool down onto my left nipple.
 All the bites hurt, but still I got chills all over my  body when he did it.
I'm thinking, "What the fuck? Is he a vampire, fer chrissakes?" His tongue and
lips are now sucking and licking the spot and my whole body shudders
involuntarily as we stand here in the warm water. Talk about weird! Neither of
us says anything as a delayed electric buzzing flies all around my  stomach and
crotch  and legs. I stand here getting a major hickey, and stare stupidly at
Tiny's and my cum floating on the surface, floating away from us slowly to
finally stick up against the pool wall. He sucks on my neck getting the hickey
just right, then stops to admire his  work, and says, "Richie, that was hot;
just as hot as I thought it'd be. What'd you think?"  I go, "I'm bleeding."
Tucker, Tiny, or whatever I'm suppose to call him ignores that comment and
precedes to  tell me what's going to happen next. "Okay, I'm going to stay
inside  you until I get hard again which won't take too long. Then I'm going to
give you another rough fucking, but for now you're going to take little slide
steps over to the wall near that  'three foot deep' sign where you'll get a firm
grip on the ledge." More eye rolling from me, but he doesn't see it because I'm
facing away from him. of course. By now it feels natural, as in normal, having
Tiny's cock up my ass, and  I'm not gonna lie and say it don't  feel good
because it does. We start doing little side steps with him holding me around the
belly, now with both arms. He going, "That's it! Easy now, I don't want my cock
slipping out of you."   He  chuckles, and adds,  " I'd have to pinch you again
if that happens."  Hearing that I slowed down and took shorter slide steps.  It
was only about six feet to the side of the pool.

When we successfully manage that, he's like, "Okay, good.  Hold onto the ledge
now and bend over.  I want to do you in that  'doggy style' we did earlier, but
even more so this time."  I could feel his cock boning up hard again inside...
that didn't take long. It's impressive actually and I'm starting to really like
the almost hypnotized state I feel I'm in. It's my natural submissiveness that
allows me to slip into this kind of dreamy trance, particularly when everything
feels  good. Not with that fucking pinching  shit! My cock is  firming up as
Tucker rubs my body with both hands, first my nipples and then down my  chest to
my belly and finally my pubic area and my balls and my hardening  cock.  "I'm
crazy about your body, Richie; tall and thin. Move your feet back towards me
some more. " I do, but it's like I'm getting my feet so far back from the wall
I'm holding onto I'll be floating. Tiny's like,  "Little more,  little more.
Yes,  just like that. That's perfect, but you'll need a firm hold on the ledge."
 This isn't comfortable for me because, just like I said, I'd be floating if
Tiny and his boner weren't anchoring me to the floor.  In other words, Tiny has
me in a position where I'm completely helpless. What the fuck, he's always one
step ahead of me. Tucker has me spread my feet wide  apart and they're so far
away  from the wall I need to use mostly my toes and  fingers to hold me out of
the water.  Like I said, Tucker has all the leverage and power. When he's
satisfied I'm more or less at his mercy he takes one of my nuts in his hands and
begins exerting pressure.  He's standing inside my spread legs with his boning
cock up inside me doing short little humps that takes my mind off him squeezing
my nuts.  His random deep pumps up my hole makes his boner grow larger inside
me. At first the pressure on my nuts from his squeezes is just uncomfortable,
but soon it gets to be painful.  "Try not to  make make a sound, Richie. We'll
see if you can learn to take a little punishment pain.  Okay?" and he squeezes
harder, making me grunt quietly and wonder: what hurts worse, the squeezed nuts
or the pinch? After a bit, he  goes, "Good boy! That's very good. Now, stay
quiet with this too!" and he gives one last hard squeeze making me pee the rest
of the beer from my bladder into the pool, and I did it right through my
semi-hard penis.  I let out a yelp too, but Tiny let it slide. The head of my
cock burned from the pee stream, or the chlorine, or something.  I take a  deep
breath, but don't say  anything and feel proud of myself that I can take a
little pain... not that I like it, don't get me wrong, but I can take it... I'm
no pussy.  "Very good boy, Richie!"  was all Tucker had to say, and now I
actually feel a little bit proud of getting the compliment.

Everything is going Tiny's way; he's being very dominant but not real cruel, so
it's tolerable and it's also kind of interesting to find out stuff about myself,
but believe me, this is a one-time thing... one, and done! Feeling  his oats,
little Tiny  Napoleon here has a cock as hard as a steel rod; he's satisfied
about how everything he wants is going his way, and with me barely keeping
myself from drowning, he begins fucking my ass again. He's dipping down  with
his hips and driving his cock up and then sideways into me.  It's all I can do
to keep my hold on the pool ledge. This is not the slow rhythm of the first
fuck,  but rather a rough physical fuck.  He's squeezing my ass cheeks painfully
with both fists during the entire fuck.  I'm moaning and squirming, barely under
control. Tucker's entire act has me aroused, to be honest, and after a while I
feel the unmistakable need to cum again.   It's so difficult keeping the spunk
in my balls, but I'm trying my best because I'd rather get another compliment
from Tucker than another pinch, so I'm aching with the effort to hold back my
spunk.   Just when I thought I'd burst, he reached  around to again  grab my
boner  and mercifully wanks me off.  I shoot off a second creamy spunk load,
something only a fifteen or sixteen year old could manage this soon after
spunking; well, maybe a seventeen year old can manage it too seeing that I just
turned seventeen.  It felt good, I know that much!  This was one of the
rare times I can remember shooting out as much   spunk in a follow-up  climax as
I'd shot during the first one. As I'm grunting and squealing while shooting my
load, Tucker reached around under my belly and helps support me with his arms.
If he hadn't done that I'd have fallen  face down in the water. He lets me adust
my feet a tiny bit closer to the wall, then closer until my feet were almost
flat on the pool bottom. All during my climax he was holding me tight, saying
"Good boy, good boy, good boy" in this soothing voice like I was his child and
I'd just thrown up some bad food or  something.    Crazy as it seems, I did feel
kinda like a little kid and I was grateful to  Tucker for keeping me from losing
my grip on the ledge.  In my limited experience, dominant boys can make me feel
little and childish and needy; that's not good and I must do something to
change. I need to change in a way that won't diminish the extra sexual charge I
get outta being  submissive. Tiny asks, "You okay now, Richie?"  I feel
physically beat, but I nod my head that I'm okay and Tucker takes his  arms from
around my belly, and holding onto my hips,  humps my ass for a good
three minutes at a blistering pace. "This feels awesome", he mumbles to
himself. Then, to me, he says,  "Let me feel you tighten that pussy ring again,"
and without hesitating I clenched my ass muscles as hard as I can. Tucker pumps
me a couple of times, and goes, "You can  do better than  that, don't make me go
back to the pinching. Now tighten up!" Tucker's still the hard-ass dominant sex
partner, but I like it that way so I use every ounce of strength I have
tightening my hole. Tucker tried a few pumps, and goes,  "Good! Keep it tight!"
 as he rubs his hands up and down my sides, constantly fucking me and mumbling,
"Tighter, get your cunt tighter!" My face is scrunched-up with  the effort of
squeezing my sphincter closed.  Sweat covers my face as he rubs up and down my
sides, then down my back all the time telling me, using a soothing voice now,
 "Keep it tight!"  I can feel the bulb, the head of his cock, expanding inside
me as his total control over me appears to aroused him  more and more. Out of
breath, he mutters, "Here we go!" and he leans down on my back, wraps his arms
around my belly again and fucks me faster  and harder than I'd  have thought
possible.    My tightened ring prevents the swollen tulip shaped head of his
cock from slipping out of my hole, he ram-rods in and out hitting my ring with
force each time.  His fat cock head is all over my prostate and the lightening
speed of his  penetrations has me grunting, and moaning, and drooling, and
seeing stars, and a drop of spunk rolls around in my balls. Tucker's grunting
and groaning with  his efforts until finally he makes a girlish squealing sound
and I actually feel his first cum stream explode inside me in my rectum.
The lubricating effect of his sperm now allows his cock head to slip out of my
hole right past the tight ring, but he's driving it right back in along with
some pool water.   This goes on for about a minute after he'd shot his load.

Then, like a big old  locomotive slowly but  surely coming into the station,
Tiny comes to a full  stop.  I can feel his heart pounding against my back and I
notice my own heart thundering against my chest.  I have myself another boner,
but I'm short on spunk at the moment. He pulls out of me and pool water pours up
my distended hole and cleaned out some of the cum.   My urine and both our spunk
shots mixed in with the chlorine water and then some of the cum floated to the
top.  Everything is quiet and calm now...  the sun is bright  and a small breeze
has picked up.  Once again it's a normal day in a normal world, although it
didn't seem that way not too long ago. Tucker helps me straighten up, then he
turns me around, and says with a grunt, "Jesus H Christ, my cock is wicked
sensitive. What a friggin  workout, huh?" Tucker's talking with a laugh in his
voice.  I think to myself, "Your cock is sensitive? How 'bout my  asshole?!"
Actually, now that I think about it, it really is sore; as sore as Mike's ever
made it.  I'm not going to say anything though; not until Tucker indicates we're
done, or when he's in no position to do that pinch.   But, wait a minute, this
Tucker looks like regular, good old Tiny Dick.  No more of the dominant arrogant
expressions, he has his  normal "Don't be mad at me" smile on.  I shake my
head, coming back to  reality, and say, "Your tiny dick is sore?  Are  you
shitting me? I couldn't even feel it inside me."  He laughs and called me an
asshole as we pull up our bathing suits and then pull ourselves up onto the side
of the pool. The day seems like any other now and as I warm myself in the sun.
Tiny's off getting us  a couple of towels to dry off with. This is so surreal,
like all that dominant sex stuff never happened.

Dried and feeling oddly relaxed and satisfied I  take a  pull on my beer; ugh,
it's warm!  Ya know, this whole incident reminds me so much of the Tom Brown
affair, not what took place, that was quite different; the similarities are with
the way I ultimately accepted my submissive role and did what they wanted me to
do. Both Tom and Tiny never had a doubt they'd get me to comply to their
wishes... well, I'nm guessing that's the case 'cause it didn't seem to me they
were concerned I'd object, and that tells me I'm projecting my submissiveness
somehow.  Is being a  friendly,  or being a nice kid projecting submissiveness?
That don't make any fucking sense! So what is it then?  I'd feel like a dweeb
asking Tiny, so I don't and instead try keeping things light, like... it's no
big thing, just some crazy teen buddy sex between a couple of horn jobs.
Lighting cigarettes, Tiny and I quickly agree that today is  going to be our
secret.  Tiny casually asks how many  experiences like this I've  had and I tell
him, "Zero."  He persists by telling me he didn't mean how many  times I been
fucked in a swimming pool, how
many times have I been fucked in any fashion.  I go, Hey, Tin... I mean, Tucker,
let me plea the
fifth on that one.  Like I said before, I don't kiss and tell." He reaches over
and brazenly grabs my crotch, and says, "Well, that tells me everything I need
to know anyway, doesn't it?" I push his hand away and say, "It don't tell ya
anything, actually.   Ya wanna tell me  about your sexual exploits?" He goes,
"No!" and so we don't know any more about each other than  we knew before today,
except we know what we've done together this afternoon.

It's still early in the afternoon but I'm thinking we both probably want to get
away and think about what's happened today, and what it means, if anything.   At
least that's what I thought until Tiny  says, "Listen, Richie, it's too  easy to
just pretend this never happened, and not talk about it.  Let's not do that. I'd
like to think I did you up in a fashion that might get you wanting more, and
that we can carry what I've started forward with some even sexier fun in  the
future; it'll be our secret of course.  We've had a good
start, don't ya think?"  He's being earnest and sincere, which is normal for him
anyway, like he wants approval.  There's a side of him that at times isn't
attractive though, although it is sexy  to me, and...  oh, I don't fucking know
what to think!  It's a bitch being a teenager who's confused about sex.  Am I
wrong to accept Tiny's dominance? Wrong even if I kind of like it? Maybe I'm a
sucker like Mike thinks I am, but he does the dominant act on me too.  Of
course, it's probably what attracted me to him in the first place. Dammit! Mike
can't find out about this... no way. That's number one! Oh yeah, Tiny's been
waiting to  see what I have to say while I've  been thinking about all this.
He's impatient, but doesn't loose his cool; he puts an arm around my waist, and
says, "Yeah, you want some more, dont ya? I can tell you do but you're too shy
to ask me for it. Don't worry, I'm gonna do you up right, Richie... you'll see.
 I want you to call me 'Tucker" though.  That's the first thing I'm insisting
you do. Okay?" and he squeezes me around the waist, pulling me against him. I
swallow hard, and mutter, "I don't know, Tucker... I'm  confused, aren't you?"
Fuck! I feel like a geek now; responding to him like a superior or something. He
shakes his head,  mumbling, "Confused? About what?" I'm looking sorta down into
his face, and there's no doubt about it, this experience we just shared in the
pool has changed how I look at Tiny. I'm thinking that, even though he seems to
be just like his old self, he now has an "attitude" about him that may have been
there before, but I never noticed it... and he looks hot to me, real sexy and
dominant. Now I'm looking at his mouth and  want to taste him again, and I want
to feel his sexy body again, and listen to his bossy voice again, and sure...
all the rest of it too. How the hell do things things work? I mean, how does one
all of a sudden thing someone's hot? Hows that work? I'm feeling a real
attraction to him now when I never did before, especially attracted to that
dominate side of him! I've always thought of  him as being small, and almost
shy, and all, but not now. Just think, I was so easily dominated by him, it's
ridiculous, and he  didn't even seem be trying that hard! Plus, the number that
little fucker  did on my ass hole is impressive; especially with his tiny dick.
Holy shit, I hope I can walk okay. I do a pretend bowlegged couple of steps as
Tiny chuckles, then asks,  "Are you gonna answer me, or what?" I go, "Sure, I'll
answer. Here it is: I don't know right now."


A vision of Mike popped into my head just then and it scared me for a second;
the thought of Mike being mad at me, or worse, disappointed in me is upsetting.
So, as much as I might enjoy going another round with Tiny it might be the one
thing that jeopardizes my relationship with Mike, and that's too high a price to
pay.  On the other hand, no reason I should be rude about it and just blow Tiny
off.  I mean, he fucked me good, and  I  don't want him pissed-off at me and
telling tales to Mike, so I be diplomatic about saying, "no thanks". I've made
the right decision and I need to stick by it. Tiny looked hurt when he asked,
"Really, Richie? Ya really don't know if you'd want to  go again with me?" I
need to stick to my guns,  and I have every intention to do just that,  except I
said, "Yo, Tucker, I'm just messin' with ya. It was awesome, dude, and I'll do
it with you again." He looks bright eyed then, and excited,so I get carried
away, and  add, "You rock and I like the way you take charge of me too... that's
hot!.  It gets me springing boners, and you wore out my ass too, man.
No offense, but I never expected this wild side of you; ya took me by surprise
there." Jeez, I really did get carried away with my response, but his big  smile
got to me... what the fuck, he's a good kid. I've put on a big smile to match
his, thinking, Jeez, it's hard to believe little quiet Tiny can totally dominate
me like he did!"


And, yes, I know that what came out of my mouth wasn't in line at all with what
I'd just been  thinking before opening my mouth, but that's what came out
because I was thinking with my dick again, or maybe it's what my subconscious
mind wanted me to say. Anyway, I said it, and as soon as I did Tiny turns from
the sweet kid to the one with the arrogant smirk on his face again so I get the
opposite reaction from him than the one I expected. He goes, "Stand over  here,
for me, Richie. Right in front of me." I make a face, like "Sure! Get serious!"
but he snaps out, "I'm not fucking around with this, get over here!" Just like
that, I get the most amazingly sexy tingle in my cock, so, with a smirk on
my face, trying to be cool about it,  I stand at attention in front of my little
Napoleon friend. I'm still wearing only my swim trunks, and now a slight
stiffly is poking out the front of them. Tiny  casually rubs my buzz cut head
and then squeezes my nose.  This is getting weird, but it gets weirder when he
 pushes his finger against my lips, quietly saying, "Come on, Richie.  Work with
me here... open your mouth," and when, in a trance again, I do, he puts a finger
in my mouth, "Suck on my finger, Richie," in a state of disbelief I suck it a
little. Honest to God, I've never been in a trance like this before; the
unbelievable gaul of Tiny puts even Tom Brown to shame. My dick is  now sticking
almost straight out from my belly as I continue sucking on his finger, then he
hooks his thumb in my mouth and I suck that. I'd have bet a million dollars
before doing this that I'd never do it for anyone... anyone except Mike. Tiny
takes his hand away and flips my top lip up and, standing on his toes, licks
across my front teeth. Obviously he's doing these  things to more or less prove
to me he can, but why am I letting him? I'm letting him because I'm fascinated
at my own submissiveness; I never realized before how awesome it feels  to let
this happen.  Of course, why would I? I mean, how many  boys, susceptible to
submissiveness, run into boys like Tom Brown or Tucker Dwight?  With a confused
frown on my face, I stand still for Tiny and let him do what he wants, which
only encourages him to be more bizarre. I'm noticing that there's a dizziness
that goes with my trance-like state, as Tiny says, "This is an example of little
inspections I'll be giving you before the next time I fuck you.  It's my way of
reminding you that you're submissive to my wishes... I know it turns  you on and
is sorta like foreplay for both of us. You're doing really good  so far, by the
way." What can I say to that? I just smile and wonder how far he'll go, as
somewhere in the back of  my mind I know there isn't going to be a next time.


You know, in a way I'm glad he pushed the dominant thing too far. It's a wake-up
call for me and my resolve is building to never play Tiny's game again.  It's
interesting as hell and I enjoy playing this role but it's too dangerous and
could lead to trouble from Mike. No way can I let that happen.  For now though,
I'll play it out with Tiny so we can leave on good terms. I think Tiny's making
this shit up as he goes. As I stand before him, looking at his smug expression,
he squeezes my nipples, and then tells me to put my hands over my head, which I
do. Looking closely at my  armpits he pulls at the little bit of hair I have
there, and  it's getting to be  so stupid my boner's gone down and I almost
burst out with a laugh.   Running out of ideas, Tiny pokes at my belly button
and then puts his face against my belly and licks and sucks it. That's a new
one, but it's not particularly sexy. He's groping himself now, then says, "Good
inspection. You can put your arms down now.  You have hardly any hair on your
body, ya know that?" The spell was broken a little bit ago, no more trance for
me, I say, "Of course I know that." I'm missing the sexy feeling Tiny put on me
before he took things into silly territory, and it's almost a relief. Tiny says,
sincerely,  "You make a great 'submissive' for sex games! Wow, this was fun and
I can't wait for next time.  By the way,  Richie, you ever do much rimming?"  I
go, "What?"  He laughs and tells me thats one of the things I'll be doing next
time.    I'm thinking, "Sure I will!" hell, I  haven't even done that properly
with Mike, and Tiny thinks I'll do it for him? Right! We get our T shirt and
sandals back on, light up cigarettes and I try to decide if I should tell Tiny
he took it too far. Fuck that! He's a little too kooky for me and I don't know
what his reaction might be. What I need is for Mike to get back here and take
care of my horniness. He's been gone for too long and I'm getting dangerously
stupid 'cause my dick's taking  over my brain. After our smokes, Tiny drove me
home; I can sit, but hole is sore.  All during the ride Tiny's acting like his
old nice self except he spent the entire time critiquing my performance telling
me where he expects improvement next time. That sealed it for me... no fucking
way am I getting mixed up with Tiny Dick again.

Nothing special happened on the boards that night.  Tony and Tiny  Dick were
the same as always, no special  looks between them and no unusual looks from
Tiny; no bossing me  around or anything like that either.  I did get a boner one
time from looking at Tiny and  thinking about what the two of us had gone
through this afternoon. As he told me to, I called him "Tucker" a couple of
times and no one commented on it one way or the other so, when I think of it,
I'll do that much for him  anyway. After this afternoon it's hard not to wonder
if Tony was submissive to Tiny Dick,  like I'd been, or  if it was the other way
around.  Witnessing Tiny Dick's act earlier today first hand, I can't imagine
him being anything but dominate.  Of course, maybe they didn't play any games at
all; like I said, it's rare that just the right kind of submissive boy runs into
just the right kind of dominant one. The more I think about it, Tucker and I
weren't as close to being the right  one for each other as I initially thought.


I'm missing Mike... wonder if he's getting something on the side like I did with
Tiny?  He could if he wanted to, I've no doubts about that. Before sleep that
night I'm like, "Why couldn't that numbnuts Tucker stop before he had me sucking
his fingers? Maybe we could have  experimented some more  together. I mean, it's
what Mike says we're doing together anyway, and also when we had the three-ways
with Ronny, so why not Tucker and me?  Just before sleep I said out loud,
"Because you're not a slut, Richie, and because it's Mike you need to be
concerned about, and be loyal to; it's nothing to do with Tiny, forget him...
that's why!  I let myself off the hook a little by using the "I just turned
seventeen; I've a lot to  learn!" excuse.


to be continued....


Donny  Mumford         thinat20@yahoo.com