Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 14:21:24 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: MIKE and RICHIE REDUX     Off To College  by Donny Mumford

			   MIKE and RICHIE REDUX

			      Off To College

			     by Donny Mumford


I'm riding behind  Mike on his motorbike, we're on our way to the  Barbershop to
get buzz cuts before heading off  to college.   Mike wants us to at least start
off our college days looking good...   of course, a buzzcut and looking good is
a matter of   opinion, but  Mike's  the boss; in many ways he hasn't changed a
hellava lot the last three years. He still has this idea in his  head that he
won't be taken seriously unless he has a severe haircut and a pissed-off
expression on his face.  I don't mean when it's just Mike and me, or Mike and
our parents, but other times. He's never said it to me, but it's because of his
baby face... his uber  cute baby  face.  And, to make matters worse, neither of
us is shaving yet, which  pisses Mike off royally but makes me happy.  Some of
the gang who graduated high school with us could be twenty-five years old if ya
just go by their looks; not Mike and me, we look more like sixteen than
eighteen. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned a haircut is low on my list of  things
to worry about so I go  along with it to make Mike happy.  Going away  to
college is more of a concern than a haircut.   So many unknowns to deal with,
like getting around that huge campus and finding  our way from a  simple point A
to point B, and doing it  on time  too. They're minor concerns compared to my
worry about Mike and  me fitting-in at our dormitory though... well, maybe not
so much  me fitting in, as Mike. He's a unique personality and, ya know, things
could get  dicey. Handling the college workload concerns me too even though we
both did well enough in high  school. Then  there's the concern of getting a
part-time job... we'll need  the money and, oh hell... many things to worry
about.  I'm still not confident enough about lots of things in general, and Mike
doesn't initially like anything new, especially where peers are concerned, so it
gives me things to think about for sure. One thing I like doing is making new
friends so I'll try running interference for Mike in that  regard. I'll break
the ice with guys and as soon as a new friend  is exposed to Mike they'll surely
recognize how cool he is and see his leadership qualities, and all that.  It
won't be long  before they'll be trying to get into Mike's  world like the guys
on the boardwalk did during our boardwalk days. And yeah, I plead guilty to
being soft around Mike, he's so awesome I pale in comparison, but in most of my
dealing with everyday life I'm as normal as the average kids I grew up with, so
I fit in pretty easily in that regard.

Riding on  the  back of that  motorbike I  make sure to have my arms tightly
around Mike's waist, and not  just  because I love the feel of him either,
although I do... it's mostly because he  rides that thing like a dare  devil and
I'd rather not slide off onto the street  during one of his sharp turns or fast
take offs. On the  straight-away parts of the trip I lay the side of my face
against the back of his neck or pretend   I've been bumped into him so I can rub
my nose along the  back of his head... there's a uniquely sexy natural fragrance
to his skin and hair that never gets old to me; nothing about Mike gets  old.
He's been a huge turn-on for me ever since I met him, and he still is. Even to
this day, it's rare I get off the back of his motorbike without a boner in my
pants... that's how contact with his person affects me. Mike will sometimes pat
my crotch and laughingly say, "Little Richie showed-up again, huh?"  He's aware
of how I feel about  him; he  knows I love him   with a wild passion and he gets
a kick out of  my devotion to that love. He loves me too, I know that for a
fact because he told me directly  to my face; as a matter of fact  he's told me
on two separate occasions which is pretty good considering he's not  known for
being excessively romantic with  words.

In the barbershop the barber gives Mike and me a   gruff nod of the head as Mike
pushes on my shoulder for me to get in the barber chair first.   I climb up to a
grumpy question,  "Same?" and I say, "Yes, buzzed and outlined" he goes "Huh."
Mr. Personality!  Then all we hear are the  clippers running for the next five
minutes. Mike and me get quarter inch buzzcuts, which is short even for a buzz
cut, but I'm happy there's at least that much of my light brown hair left by the
time I get out of the chair.  My hairline is distinct after he shaved a line
across my forehead and  down the sides, making pointy  sideburns for me, then he
fades the  neck line; he's an artist with this, more or less.  By now I've come
to accept buzzcuts even though I never had one until Mike sorta told  me to get
one. Reading a Sports Illustrated magazine, Mike's in the chair now getting his
haircut and I'm absently running my fingers over the top  of my head, gawking at
him. Like I said, he's got that pretty, light blond hair  that would be curly if
he let it grow in like happened that time he was recovering from the stabbing. A
perfect match to his hair are his  beautiful bright-blue eyes under narrow light
brown eyebrows; long dark lashes complete the picture.  There's perfect symmetry
to his facial features: cheek bone, nose, lips, and chin. These features
compliment each other amazingly well,  like a  drawing of the ideal boy's face;
beautiful, yet still extremely boyish.  So many times I've felt the smooth
healthy flesh of his  face against mine, and tasted his lips, his  tongue, his
spit?  Jesus! Just thinking about it and I need to adjust my crotch, and I do so
with a quiet grunt and then glance up and see Mike smirking back at me. Dammit,
he doesn't miss much, but that's okay; I  make a face at him  with a little grin
and he goes back  to reading his magazine.  There's a connection between us
that's  invisible but very obvious to me; it's like an electric force which
sometimes  allows us to know what the other is thinking. I can't describe it any
better than that, and there's something mysterious about the way I  was
immediately attracted to Mike too. From the first awkward  time we met I felt
something funny, like a pleasant buzzing, in my nuts.  He's never said it to me,
but I think he feels that same unexplainable attraction to me.  Maybe two boys
the same age can be absolutely perfect for each other; fit together filling in
the gaps of each other's  personalities, and so forth.  And maybe once in every
hundred years  these two meet and there's a magical union that makes them both
better than they were. Or maybe I just fell in love with him and discovered I
love being in love with him... maybe that's all there is to it.

Shortly, we're back out on the  street, me feeling slightly scapled like I
always feel after a fresh buzz.  As always, Mike rubs my head, and says, "Okay,
that's  they way I like my boy to look," and I say what I always say, "Sure
thing, Mike". We light Marlboro cigarettes and saunter down to the little
shopping mall at the corner so Mike can pick out new sunglasses.  I like walking
close to him, keeping pretty much in step and occasionally bumping my side into
his  side because, as I said, I like the feel of his body. I've been walking
with him like this since our boardwalk days. Mike's six foot tall and I'm five
foot, ten inches but  most of the time I feel there's more than just the two
inch difference because Mike's become such a huge part of my life, it's like
he's bigger than life to me. Actually we're more than best buds in love, we're
step-brothers too; his mom married my dad. I sometimes jokingly call him my
little brother because I'm a couple of days older than he  is. He'll go, "Little
brother, my  ass!"  Mike and I are still eighteen but we'll turn nineteen
during the  first   semester of college, and nineteen seems so old to me. Damn,
the last teen year we'll  ever  see is just around the corner... sad but true.
The past two summers we hardly hung out  on the boardwalk at all; we're too old
to do the  stunts and pranks we used to do ... only dorks would make the mistake
of pushing the age limit.  Still, I miss our boardwalk days and think about them
often; I guess I don't have as big a desire to grow up as Mike.  Hell, I'd stay
a kid for years if I had my choice,  not that going to college necessarily mean
ya gotta do a lot of growing up; at least that's what I've been  reading on some
cool sites about college  partying and so forth.  We'll see.

My dad and Mike's mom know Mike and me are gay boyfriends, although we've never
actually articulated that fact back and forth. We're sure they knew it before
they got married, and are apparently both fine with it. Mike and me  don't act
in any kind of stereotypical gay manner, if there even is such a thing, not that
there's anything wrong with boys who do act gay.  It just that our natural
every-day mannerisms happen to be in the manner of straight boys,  so we're just
being ourselves, not putting on an act.  Mike actually falls into this habit  of
thinking he is straight half  the time anyway, and then the rest of the time he
says he's bisexual. With me he's admitted to being gay on occasion, but just
where I'm concerned. And, he  blames that on me; as in, I made him be  gay. It's
laughable but he's serious  about it so I  manage not to laugh when he infers
it. He still tries acting tough and bossy  with me at times but I feel  his
love, and not   just through our sex together either. I feel it in many ways.
 He has this attitude that he's my  protector, and God  knows he's twice as
strong as  I am, but it's more than just the muscle part. At times he can
actually be overprotective and controlling to an awkward degree, but I know it's
just the way he has of showing me he cares about  me, and sure, it's over the
top at times but I feel good enough about myself to let him be that way. Mike's
been molding himself to be this way  for too long to change quickly, he has this
ultra confident manner that can appear physically intimidating at times, even to
me, but I know the real Mike and the real Mike is a sensitive boy with deep
feelings who uses his outward aggressive demeanor to hide these  tender traits,
and more than a few insecurities as well. In  his early childhood days,
growing-up in a very rough, dangerous neighborhood,  he recognized he needed to
be hard in order to survive. In that kind of environment you better not be a
timid boy or you'll be bullied beyond belief. Mike developed his   persona of
"don't fuck with me" to protect himself. It's consist of a look, a walk, a
stare, and a smart-ass challenging remark, and the  ability to back it up too.
Mike's brother, Danny, has always been Mike's idol and Danny set a high
standard of "bad-ass" to live up to. To this day Mike tells me stories of some
of the exploits his brother pulled off, not all of them legal, and  how Mike
always wanted to be like Danny. Mike's defensive  personality created a rough
beginning for me in my relationship with him, but like I said, I was
mysteriously attracted to him right from the first time I laid eyes him. Hell, I
didn't even know I was gay until I  met  Mike. Fairly soon after meeting him
though I had  to admit to myself that I was, and I've always been suspicious
that the idea of  being gay must have been lying just under my subconscious mind
because I accepted the notion easily, almost with a sigh of relief.

We're in Macy's now, I'm leaning up against a counter across from Mike while he
tries on sunglasses. Something  attracts my attention so I glance over to see
these two guys about  my age giggling between themselves, and kind of peeking
over at me.  I give them my  impression of Mike's challenging stare, but they
won't look back at me. They're both about five feet seven or eight inches tall,
average build, nondescript  looking... one of them is wearing  eyeglasses. They
both have long  hair, over their ears, which is popular with some boys. I'm
rubbing my nose looking around bored, when I hear "Er, excuse me,  dude," and
someone touches my elbow.  I look to my right and there's one of the giggle
boys, the one  with the eyglasses.  I  go, "Yeah?" and he looks at his friend,
giggles again, then looks back at me,  "We're wondering, the two of us, we're
wondering where we might join the Marines and we thought you'd be a good person
to ask." I must look like an easy target to fuck with, others have tried it;
those that don't know me, or Mike. I'm kinda skinny and real young looking but
I've been lifting  weights  with Mike and I'm tougher than I look. This
four-eyed geek obviously is mocking me  because of my short buzz cut so I
pretend to look away from him for a second, then my hand shoots out and I grab a
fistful of his long hair and yanks on it twice,  hard. His eyeglasses are askew
with the first yank, and fall  completely off his face to land on the counter
with the second.  I snarl, "What the fuck did you say?" Of course I heard what
he said but, following Mike's example, I got up on this kid fast and hard,
immediately proving who's in charge.  Making him repeat  himself further
establishes that I'm the one in charge. One more hard yank of his  hair and he
goes, "Nothing, I didn't say nothing... sorry.. ow.. please!" His friend's
turning pale, his eyes wide as he takes a step back. Pushing this kid's  head
back roughly, then letting go of his hair, I spit out, "Get the fuck away  from
me, maggot".  The kid's face is  dark  red with humiliation as he grabs for his
glasses and, trying for some  dignity, slowly saunters a few steps away before
turning, and saying, "I'll see you outside, baldy".  I give him the finger and
both of the giggle boys, no longer  giggling, give it back to me. I know they
won't be outside. Glancing over to Mike again I see he's staring at me, we make
eye contact and he nods his head once, then goes back to his sunglass selection.
That's usually as much praise as Mike passes out, he approves of how I handled
the tourist and it made me feel proud.   Like I mentioned; Mike says that in a
confrontational situation you get really aggressive  immediately and do
something completely unexpected, like a fistful of hair.  Almost every time the
other kid will back off, and even if he doesn't, you haven't lost anything.  The
fistful of hair is one of Mike's favorite maneuvers;  he did it to me a few
times, and it's one of the reasons I  finally   got the  buzz cut. Nah, I'm just
kidding about that; Mike is the reason I got  the buzz cut, but not because he
pulled my hair... it's basically because he wants me to be like him, whether he
knows it or not.

Mike finally decided on these sick blue sunglasses, round lenses and wire frames
that look wicked cool on him. Outside the store, as I expected, the two
long-hair boys are nowhere to be seen, and it's a damn good thing for them
because Mike wouldn't be as polite to them as I was. We're heading back to the
motorbike, Mike doing his natural swagger, me still trying unsuccessfully to
imitate it, when we run into one of our boardwalk friends, Tucker... AKA, Tiny
Dick.   Tiny is normally a good natured kid, about five feet, six inches tall,
nice looking and all that... but he has a  hidden dominant side which he
exhibited to me in his   backyard pool and then tried it again which resulted in
a wicked fight  bewteen us, a fight from which we've never really gotten over.
 We're not real tight, let's leave it at that. Mike does not know the true facts
about this incident, and that's the  way I want to keep it. Tucker goes, "Dudes,
wassup?" Mike replies, "Getting ready for college, Tiny... bouncing here and
there. Whadda you up to?" Tiny says he's  mostly been just  kickin this summer,
but he's cranked-up about heading off to Penn State next week... seriously
looking  forward to it.    Penn State University is about an hour and a half
drive from West  Chester   University where we're going. It's in  the western
part  of Pennsylvania, so we got that in common anyway. While Mike's unlocking
the motorbike and adjusting  something, Tiny quietly says to me, "Dude, this
summer's almost over and I can't help but wonder if we're missing the boat, you
and me. We had something going there the summer before last, ya know?"  Mike,
calls over, "Let's go Richie" then waves at  Tiny saying, "Peace,  dude...".
Tiny quickly whispers to me, "Come on, get that  pussy of yours over for a fuck
this week, what the hell; we're only young once." I pretend to smile at Tiny,
hissing  under my breath, "It'll never happen, Tucker,  forget about it." I
gotta be careful not to antagonize him or he could spout out about that
misadventure we had to Mike." Tiny  hisses back, "I'm horny, Richie, and we were
good together; you're the perfect submissive."  Keeping my temper under check,
I pat Tucker's shoulder, and mumble, "I don't know, Tucker... it don't seem
right,  ya know?" and start walking away as Tucker quietly says, "I might need
to insist, Richie." With my heart beating too fast, I wave at him and leave it
at that. Still, I gotta wonder was my heart beating too fast because I'm worried
Tucker will tell Mike about us, or at the thought of Tucker dominating me in sex
again?

I'm getting on the bike behind Mike, and he's like, "What  were you two arguing
about?"  I go, "Nothing, why?" and he's like, "I saw you arguing for fuck sake,
what was it?" then he stomps down on the starter and the bike roars to  life. I
say, "I'll tell  you about it later,  Okay?" Revving the engine, the mufflers
deep  throated roar sounding so cool, Mike doesn't respond, just flies away from
the parking space, me holding onto him tightly, as always.   That's the first
time I've seen Tucker in over a month. When we all  stopped meeting on the
boardwalk the gang sort of broke up. Only Mike, me, and Mac  still wear our hair
in buzz cuts, the magic that held the group together seemed to fade as the
haircuts got longer.  Mike and me are done working our summer job at the tomato
farm and I have to chuckle remembering my first try at working the farm.  Ha ha,
I only lasted a couple of days  that time; the work was too hard for me.  I've
toughened up since then though.   It's the last week before college and we're
free to do whatever  we want. Today's a cloudy day, not a good beach day, so we
get our  haircuts and then back to the house Mike  asks,  "Ya wanna go check out
that Jetta  your dad said he and mom would help  us buy? We gotta finalize
something, make a decision."  We've saved  quite a  bit of money this summer for
that specific reason, a car at college.   We're gonna have both the car and the
motor bike on  campus.  I go, "Sure thing, Mike".  He's looking at me, squinting
his eyes, as he  says,  "Yeah, we'll do that... but first, you look kinda sexy
with that new buzz, let me see how it looks on you without any clothes on."  I
gulped thinking, an "afternooner"... Yes! As I mentioned, the sex is still real
hot for both of us, even Mike admits that. We're probably  over-sexed but who
cares, sex rocks! I've been faithful to Mike ever since Tucker; not that  I
haven't had a few offers.  They'd probably be more offers if I was "out" but
only a few guys, like Tiny, Tom Brown, and Tony know I'm gay. Not that I'd take
anyone up on an offer anyway, mind you... just  saying.

Both our parents work so the house is empty and except for the almost
unnoticeable hum of the  central air-conditioning, it's very quiet. There isn't
any chance I'd turn down Mike's suggestion of sex; we  talked quietly in our
bedroom as I quickly undressed and stood there naked waiting for Mike's  next
instruction. He's rubbing his crotch, saying how lucky we are that we'll be
sharing a dorm room, and how bad it would to not have our recreational sex at
college.  I'm  nodding my head in total agreement, thinking, "Recreational sex,
my ass!" as I play with my cock. Our sex together is  much more than
recreational sex, and there's no way we could just discontinue it... no way, but
I say  nothing. Actually, I hardly ever argue with Mike; he totally fascinates
me. Like right now; standing in front of him naked, waiting for him to get us
going, I'm squirmy and  short of breath, and extremely hot for him, it's like a
tangible thing. I can't describe how  aroused he makes me, or the one specific
thing about him that makes me feel this way,  it's the total package consisting
of many, many things.  I'm in awe of him, although he appears  oblivious to his
magnetism,  except to find it amusing. I've noticed Mike's uniqueness affect
others besides  me, it's just  that he doesn't meet new people easily. The
exception to that was Ronny Dwyer who was his roommate in the hospital. Mike
took to him immediately, but that's because Ronny treated Mike like a rock star
right from the beginning.  Other than that, Mike's suspicious of new
acquaintances. Of course, except for Ronny, Mike's magnetism, or whatever it is,
 doesn't affect  others nearly to the level it does me, but it's a fact that
guys and girls notice him without him even trying to get noticed.  He has a wild
child smile that makes my eyes get  big, and my dick and ass  quiver.

Mike's lazily pulling off his socks while telling me about his brother's visit
this weekend.  Danny's been in the Coast Guards for the past couple of years and
he's on leave visiting home for a couple of  days to introduce  his fiancee. I'm
not trilled about the visit because Danny never took to me; hell, I hardly know
him. But more troubling than that is the fact Danny doesn't know about Mike and
me.  I mean, he doesn't know Mike's gay, well Mike doesn't either most of the
time, but you know what I mean.  Danny will not look kindly on Mike fucking
another boy and I can't imagine how Mike's gonna  handle it. 'Don't ask, don't
tell' will hopefully apply. Anyway, at the moment Mike's getting as naked as I
am, and  that's got all my attention. He has a regular size pubic bush, soft
light-blond  hair around the base of a six and a half inch uncut cock.  It's
the nicest looking cock I've ever  seen and almost doesn't  look real. Nice pink
helmet shaped head with a slightly large pee  slit... the head is hidden behind
his uncut foreskin at the moment, but I know very well what it looks like, and
tastes like. The shaft of his penis  is very straight with a  nice  heft to  it,
the pinkish skin smooth and the vein barely noticeable... his balls are a
little oversized, incased in a hairless scrotum that shows off the two  orbs
nicely; golf ball size nuts, one slightly bigger than the other. I've seen this
exceptional package many times, and of course all of it's been in my mouth many
times as well... the penis  part's been up my butt a good many times too,  and
I'm licking my lips in anticipation of that right now.

Mike's looking  at me with those serious eyes, a beautiful shade of blue that's
not so much dark or pale as it's like the metallic blue of a Mini Cooper, an
unusual shade of blue for eyes. He  wiggles his forefinger  and I walk right
over to him so he can wrap me up in his arms, my  arms trapped at my sides as
our two slim naked bodies rub together.   Our crotches moving, grinding against
one another, I let out a long, quiet sigh... this is the one place I  most want
to be in the whole world.  He kisses my face, and mumbles, "I don't tell you
very often,  but you're kinda  cute for a boy."  I blow out some more air, my
heart's beating fast now as my cock firms up and I  nestle into his arms trying
to get tighter to his strong, taut body.   There's fine definition to his torso,
arms, and legs; not body builder stuff, but rather a  natural boy's body blessed
with the right genes that creates an almost hairless, perfect male form. The
scent he  has is intoxicating to me, and with his face against mine I inhale
deeply, then do it again and feel dizzy. Mike's rubbing my body down, starting
at my shoulders and working his  way down my back to my  ass.  "You've got a
great little body  here,  Richie... especially here" and he's got both hands on
my buttocks, squeezing.  Our cocks are full grown boners now, mine next to
Mike's, both pointing up between our bellies.  Leaning  his head down slightly
his lips find mine, then our tongues come together and he  pushes a  finger
inside my anus, I moan a muffled "Ow" into  his mouth.  He sucks on my tongue
pushing his finger in further, his other hand pulls one side of my buttocks away
from my hole,  stretching the hole slightly. We've been doing the fucking raw
lately, with no lubricant, because Mike likes the tighter  feel.  I'm training
myself to deal with the rougher aspect of lube-less sex, but find it exciting
and  very sexy  too. Initially the early penetration hurt, but now we've learned
some tricks and, for me, the good far outweigh the bad.

With his finger up my ass  to the knuckle, Mike  lets go of my buttocks and puts
a finger in my mouth so I can suck it and  load it with spit, he puts the spit
around my hole and when he takes his finger out he pushes the spit in there. It
doesn't take long, "Turn around, Richie... I want to  fuck you standing up."  I
turn around and lean back on his chest stroking  myself as Mike   lines up his
cock and says, "Here we go... Okay?" and pushes the head of his cock inside me.
It does burn, but I know it's a  temporary burning feeling and a quiet grunt is
the only sound I make. Mike generates a lot of precum which mostly enables these
fucks to be routinely pleasurable.  As a matter  of fact, having Mike's cock
inside me is the number one pleasure of my life, there isn't anything better.
 He gives it a minute and  then slowly begins his boner's ascension up my
tunnel, also known as my ass, my rectum, or sometimes he calls it my boy pussy,
when he occasionally  gets drunk. I don't  mind  what he calls it as long as he
fucks it.  The many sensitive  areas in the anus and rectum feel wonderful when
properly stimulated, and Mike with his hard boner knows how to stimulate it just
fine. Pushing in all the way now, the  final hump making me go ,"Oh!" then
flattening his crotch against my buttocks, compressing them  slightly, allows
his  boner to go in a little  bit deeper.  It's feeling good already, he waits a
second before beginning a  slow retraction till the head of his cock is captured
by the sphincter muscle ring, a steady push  all the way  back in follows
immediately.  Not bad today, real smooth and  not hurting much... and soon,
ecstasy.  Mike waits a few seconds then does it faster begining a steady  rhythm
of deep strokes as the back of my head pushes against his chin, his arms under
mine now, around  my chest, holding me against him as he moves only his hips
hammering my hole with that  hard pole. My eyes  close to concentrate on how
good it feels. mumbling,  "Ohh God... oh my God... yes, this is soooo good" Mike
grunts with the effort and then turns up the energy  further, fucking me till
I'm dizzy with the erotic sensations.   I know he's ready to blow his wad when
he begins making squeaking sounds, and breathing in  burst like he's doing now.
 I'm up on my toes pushing back against his thrust, trying to catch a breath.
The pleasure I'm feeling is mind-boggling, stroking my boner to match Mike's
penetrations and  then "Eeeeee" as a thin, fast moving  string of cum explodes
from my boner followed by three quick short   ones,  stroking my dick as fast as
I can, my fist clamped around it tightly, the cum splatters against the  bedroom
door. Three more strokes on my boner enhancing the  after-climax feelings, then
I hear Mike groan, "Ah ah shit...yeah.." and he pours cum up my ass slapping his
crotch against my buttocks  and almost  strangling me when his muscular arm
slips up under my chin onto my throat.   In a fuck, there's the wonderful
build-up and then those few seconds of actual climax where the sensations are so
vivid you can loose control of yourself for  an  instant or two, you're body is
shuddering, sensations flying around under your skin... so  fabulous.  Mike
isn't usually one to stay in  me very long after he fires off, so he soon pulls
out leaving  me with a very empty feeling back there; quickly his cum is running
down the inside of my legs.

I always see dots in front of  my  eyes when Mike has fucked the cum out of me,
it's lack  of  oxygen for a few  moments  maybe... I don't really know.  For me,
except for those dots, the  after-glow of climax is a truly wonderful feeling,
particularly in the pelvic areas, inside my  thighs, my ass, my  cock and balls,
and even my lower belly... all tingling and buzzing, just awesome with  my toes
curling tightly.  There's a fireworks display at climax where you're temporarily
in a different world, then the  electricity sparkles around various parts of
your body during the after-glow... nothing compares to it.  When  we're  fucking
in bed Mike will sometimes cuddle for a bit, but he isn't the real romantic type
to  be honest. Once in a great while he'll surprise me and say something
romantic to me.  Not this time though, he's pulling on his dick and chuckling,
"Holy shit, Richie... that was hot, thanks man. God Almighty, what a fabulous
cum shot I fired up your ass!"  Maybe not real romantic, but him saying that
makes  me feel good, I  say  "Sure thing, Mike" but damn, I have to laugh a
little myself now realizing how happy it made  me that he told me it was hot
fucking me. It don't take a lot to get me feeing good if Mike's involved. I say,
"Let me have a kiss, Mike... whaddaya say..." he frowns at me, "Don't act like a
girl Richie, I  couldn't  stand it if you acted that way; that's too gay."
 Looking down now, I say "Sorry" and he goes, "Oh, fuck... no... it's okay..."
and he's pulling my head  over to kiss my mouth. That kiss hit us  both just
right and  we turn it  into one of our sexiest wet kisses ever.  It lasts maybe
a minute, and afterward we hug  together, not saying  anything, both of us with
semi-boners again.  You see, he can show his love for me in different ways. His
mouth at the side of my head, he says, "Okay now, Richie?"  I go, "Sure thing,
Mike."  He squeezed me harder, saying, "Can we go now, go look at our car, or
what will hopefully be  our car?"  I  mumble, as usual, "Sure  thing, Mike".
 After I cleaned my rear end and Mike his  dick, we got dressed and did just
that.

Pulling into Kelso's Volkswagen dealership, we rode slowly down the line of used
cars until we get to  the  two year old  Jetta we're thinking of buying. Mike
says, "Well, it hasn't been sold yet; should  we just decide this is the one and
be done with it?"  We've looked at maybe ten cars and narrowed it  down to this
one and a Mustang.   I  say, "Yes, definitely, this is the one," and Mike
mumbles, "Finally...," then he does a  wheelie out of there, heading for the
tomato farm to tell his mom.  He used to scare the shit out of me  with those
wheelies, me clinging to him for dear life, but now I expect them; there's isn't
much Mike does anymore that I don't expect; I've been studying him very closely
for over three years now. The  dust billows up behind us as we roar down the
dirt road leading to the tomato farm.  It's  only a  quarter mile dirt road and
then the black macadam parking lot appears out of nowhere and the dust is left
behind. We park the bike and go into the office to see his mom.  I call her mom
now too, Mike calls my dad by his  first name. Mom's  the nicest woman,  always
giving us an enthusiastic greeting with a warm, sincere smile.   She credits me
with saving Mike's life way back when, and I guess I did,  but I never bring
that up to  him. We tell her  the good news, "We've made a decision, it's the
Jetta." She smiles,  says "Good choice," and  then calls her brother who's one
of the salesman at the car dealership.  She gives the okay for her brother to
prep the car and begin the paper work, we can pick it up Saturday.  Mike and I
do a quick hand shake and hug congratulating ourselves on resolving one more
college detail. We've got to pack clothes,  and that's about it now... we're
ready to go, but there's still Danny's visit which Mike and his mom  excitedly
discuss for the next ten minutes. I can't believe Mike's not nervous about, you
know... the gay thing. Later, after lunch on the boardwalk, we're  back at the
house sitting in the backyard  smoking, Mike says  "You said you'd tell me about
the argument with Tiny  Dick, I wanna know whatsup with that?"  I take a deep
breath thinking, "Lie to him," and then say, "It's going to piss you off Mike,
it happened the  summer before last man, when you were on the West coast with
your brother. Is it okay if we  just leave it at that? I mean, I didn't initiate
anything, ya know? I  didn't purposely do  anything behind your  back... okay?"
I'm asking him questions instead of answering his.

Whatever Mike's doing he's fully engaged in it, like with smoking.  He'll look
at the cigarette  he's smoking,  take a big drag of it, then while the smokes
drifting out his nose and mouths he'll stare at it again,  rolling it in his
fingers, studying it to see if it's different from the previous thousand
cigarettes he's smoked.  I watch him do this now while waiting for his answer,
which turns out to be, "No, it's  not  alright,  Richie. Tom Brown, remember?
 You didn't tell me about him either."   I  inhale from my own cigarette
remembering the slap Mike gave me when the Tom Brown  fiasco broke. That deal
wasn't anymore my  fault than the Tiny incident, it's that I didn't tell him
about it that made Mike mad.  He  apologized for the slap back then, surprised
himself by admitting he was jealous, which shook up the image he has of himself.
 I shake my head, resigned that I'm gonna need to tell him, and go, "Tiny
invited me to his pool and  basically raped me, but to be honest I  didn't fight
him off  very hard.   Then, remember that time in our bedroom, that time my face
was all fucked up after a fist fight with  Tiny?   Well, he wanted to try it
again that day and I said, no! and it ended-up in the fist fight. That's the
whole story." Mike's furrowed eyebrows indicates he hadn't expect anything like
this,  but he isn't  saying anything either, so I add, "We got in an argument at
the Mall today because of the same thing... he wants to fuck me before I go away
to college, says we're only young once..." Mike makes a face, like, "You  gotta
be shitting me", takes one last drag off his  smoke and flicks it  over the
hedges into the  street. He goes, "What'd you say?" I shrug my shoulders, and
say, "Basically I said 'No!' but in a nice way because I'm worried he'll tell
you about that first time, and now here I am telling you about it. I can't keep
nothing from you, Mike."  That sounded a little aggressive to me, and I'm
usually never aggressive with Mike,  so I'm tapping my foot nervously.

After a few seconds I realize, fuck  it... I'm a little agitated about being
interrogated, or maybe I'm agitated because I've had this incident hanging over
my head for two years and end up confessing it anyway, or whatever. Mike's
nodding his head,  like he's  thinking "I should have known it!" then he
asks, "Okay, who else you  screwing around with, either now or in the past?"  I
get even more agitated now and my voice reflects it, "God  dammit Mike... nobody
else, and you know that.   I'm your exclusive boyfriend, now and  forever.
Remember when you slapped me, you said that I could do what I wanted, that you
didn't own me, and I said, 'Own me, Mike. Please, own me.' That's how I still
feel about you, Mike... you're the only boy I've ever wanted to be with." He's
looking at me as if he wants me to say more, so I go,  "Both Tom Brown and Tiny
Dick  pulled that domination shit on me and before I know it I'm involved in
something I didn't start or want, and  didn't know how to get out of either but
I never did it with them again.   And anyway, why does this shit happen to me?"
 I  look over at him as if he's got an answer to that rhetorical question and
get a  surprise.  He puts an incredulous look on his face, stands up and gets a
grip on the back of my neck pulling me inside the house and over to the  large
mirror over  the sofa, then  says, "Look at yourself, Richie. Look at your face,
your  body; what you see there in your reflection is  one fucking adorable
eighteen year old boy who even straight guys probably think is hot, but won't
admit it. Plus, you gravitate to a  dominant personality, so if the dominant
personality happens to be interested in guys, sooner or later you're probably
gonna get his dick up your ass... that's why it happens to you; and you're too
damn nice to everyone too, that's another problem." I look quizzically at our
reflection, thinking how we look good together, we look perfect  together, but I
say nothing about what amounts to mostly a compliment  Mike goes on with,
"Christ Almighty, I fought off the urge to do something sexy with you as long as
I could, but you kept throwing yourself  at me  and I couldn't resist... get a
clue, Richie.  To someone interested in gay sex, you're desirable and
submissive, which makes you very doable..."   Now, fuck the compliment,  I'm
agitated again. I shout, "I'm  not that submissive, that's insulting, don't
insult me Mike... that hurts  too fucking much. Anyway, I have common sense and
free will... and  will  power too."   Mike mumbles, "Except in the  cases of Tom
Brown and Tiny Dick," and we stand there frozen in place, not saying anything.

It seemed longer, but about ten seconds passes before I quietly  go, "Yeah,
except for  those two times."  I'm still staring at the two of us in the mirror
thinking, Mike's much more attractive  than me, so I mumbled, "Look at yourself
why don'tcha. I could say the same things about you, except for that submissive
part." He says, "That's a pretty big part, isn't it? And anyway, we all see
things as we  want to  see them, you'll have to take my word for this... gay
males will be attracted to you, and come on to you; they won't to me, so you
need to be on the lookout for that."  He let  go of my neck then, and asked, in
a surprised manner, "Tiny's dominant?" and as I'm moving my head around  getting
the kinks out of my neck I tell him vaguely about the incident.  He's shaking
his head by the end, saying, "You're too vulnerable, Richie... and you like
getting fucked a little bit too much too, maybe."  I think to myself, "Look
who's talking!" but I don't say  it  out-loud. He goes, "Please...  don't
bullshit me, be honest  with me, is there anything I do with you that you wish I
wouldn't do? I don't  want  to take advantage of you, I  swear to God, I
don't... I kinda,  you know... I... well, you're wicked special to me."  I look
in his eyes, and say, "Oh no, Mike... if anything, do  more to  me, not less.  I
like everything you do, don't change... please stay the same."  He wipes the
back of his hand across his mouth, slowly nodding his head, saying, "What  do
you want to do about Tiny?" I go, "Don't hurt him, Mike. I didn't start it or
even expect it, but  I was liking it before he was done so I'm not innocent, not
completly."   He says, "Lets ride over and you can tell him, with me sitting on
my bike, that you don't care to be raped at this particular time... Okay?" I go,
"Sure thing, Mike" and that's what we did.

Tiny wasn't at the pool, so I rang  his bell.  The look on his face  when he
opened the door  was  one of smug  contentment, "I knew you'd be back  for more.
You're gonna need to take that  submissive act up a couple of notches though
'cause I got  some things planned that give me a hard-on just to think about
'em.  Okay, this is good, nobody's home. Get your pussy in  here, and the first
thing you need to do..." I hold my hand up to get his attention, and then
interrupt to say, "I came over to tell ya face to face that I can't play with
you  and your tiny dick today.  I'm sure you have some wonderful ideas for
humiliating me, but you'll need  to find another boy. Like I told ya fourteen
months ago, you and me are one-and-done, we have zero future together where sex
of any kind is concerned. Don't even bother asking again, the answer is no, no,
no...  You got it?!"  His face is getting redder by the second, he points his
finger at me, and says, "I'm going to so blow  your cover with Mike, he's going
to hear every detail and..."  Interrupting again, this time with a laugh, and
then, "Yeah, blackmail is fun, Tiny, but  forget  about it," as I'm pointing
over my shoulder with my thumb, saying,  "Like I should have done when it
happened, I told  Mike all about it this afternoon, and he's pissed; he  says
you  raped me and I guess I can see his point."  Tiny gets up on his toes so he
can see over my shoulder, his eyes get wide when he sees Mike. I'm glancing
behind me  to see Mike's giving Tiny the finger... he's got that blank
expression on his face that us boardwalk boys knows  is serious trouble for
somebody.  Tiny goes, "Oh shit..." pushes me in the chest to back me up, and
slams the door. I hear the dead bolt engage.  Turning around and shrugging, I
go, "Guess he's not gonna invite us in."  Back to the bike and, without further
conversation, we roar off back home with me wondering how often  Mike's tasted
the fruit of another boy, or girl... and wondering why I don't ask him. Nah, I
don't even want to  know and I'm just damn glad to have clean conscience now. I
left out most of the details 'cause my submissive behavior is embarrassing in
hindsight and some of it might piss Mike off or at least cause him to lose
respect for me.  Some things are best forgotten.

There was a end of summer party at Joey's house Thursday night and over sixty
kids showed up including Tiny who  acted like nothing happened between us
earlier. He gives us a wave and an enthusiastic "Hi!". Mike and I smile at him
but didn't engage in a conversation. No Tom Brown, of course; he's not in our
group of friends... we're beneath Tom and his crowd of phonies. Tony  introduces
us to his latest overweight girlfriend; some guys go for the full-figured girls
although if Tony had his way he'd mostly goes  for Tiny Dick. They had some sort
of break-up that Tony whined to me about last month, but without details. He
claims to be bisexual which a lot of gay call themselves, that's if I can
believe what I read on the internet. I read gay chat sites trying to understand
my gayness better and what I've discovered is I'm apparently getting a lot more
sex  than the majority of gay or bi boys my age... and so is Mike, whatever
category he falls into, gay, bi, or... well,  forget straight.  I know at the
party he spent most of the night flirting and dancing with girls, but that don't
make him straight although he probably thinks it does.  I hung out with the stag
guys drinking beer and talking about the colleges we're going to. Some of the
boys, and two of  the  girls, are joining the Armed Forces.  They say  they'll
eventually get a free college education out of it.  With at least two wars going
on it  seems a hard way to get to college, but at the same time I felt kind of
proud to know them. It's unusual for our gang to  have a booze party without a
fist fight or two but we managed it at this party. Maybe we are growing up at
last, but frankly I don't feel much different now then I did at age sixteen, and
I don't do things much differently either. How much growing up you do in those
years probably isn't much anyway, if truth be told.  Of course, we tell
ourselves, and each other, we're all grown up, but our actions often belie that
theory. I like the Peter Pan syndrome  myself.

Next morning, as soon as the alarm goes off we get cleaned up nursing hangovers,
and then Mike drives us, in my dad's car, to Atlantic City to pick-up Danny and
his bride to be.  Mike doesn't  seem nervous about this reunion, so why should I
be.  In fact, he's as  excited about seeing Danny as I can remember him being
about anything.  It's only about  thirty-five mikes to the Atlantic City
International Airport and we made it there in less than half an hour. We're
inside the  terminal a full hour before their plane's scheduled to land which
will tell ya how excited Mike is about seeing Danny. "Come on, Richie, we're a
little early, let's get a couple Dunkin' Donut's coffees," so off we go looking
for that. No problem, we find what we want right around the corner. We wait in
line, then get our coffees and  strawberry icing donuts, and find an empty table
to eat and drink our healthy breakfast.  Blowing on my coffee, I ask,  "Um,
Mike... ah, does Danny, you know, know you and me mess around with each other?"
He gives me an irritated expression, then say, "Of course not! That's between
us, you and me... it's nobody else's business." With a mouthful of donut, I go,
"Oh, sure thing, Mike.  I was just, ya know, wondering..."  He's takes a swallow
of his coffee, burns his mouth, and hisses,  "Goddammit!" then goes to light a
cigarette before remembering there's no smoking in the airport. There's no
smoking allowed anyplace it seems.  Mike, without looking at me, mutters, "We're
special buds, Richie; you know that, and we do some gay stuff because of that...
you're special, I'd never do this stuff with anyone else." I bite the side of my
cheek to keep from mentioning Ronny Dwyer, and god only knows who else. Mike
calms down some, looks at me now, and says, "Sorry I  snapped at you... didn't
mean to.  Guess I'm excited about seeing Danny; it's been over a year now.  And,
he's  getting married and probably wants me to be best man." I go, "Uh hun," and
Mike says, "Don't mention that though! I'm going to act real surprised and, ya
know, honored... or whatever." I roll my eyes, but not so Mike can see me do it.
Maybe I'm jealous Mike thinks so much of his brother, who I've met a few times
and, frankly, I'm not impressed.  If ever I've seen someone with  pure bully
potential, it's Danny Sullivan, but that was over a year ago, maybe he's
changed.

The  plane's on time and we're waiting right outside the security gate waiting
for the passengers to walk out of the secure area. Mike spots Danny and grabs my
arm excitedly, saying, "There he is! He's so cool!" I frown, squinting to see
him among the hordes of people, and there he is walking with a youngish-looking
short girl. The girl, obviously  his fiancee, has her arm hooked around one of
Danny's; they're both pulling carry-on luggage behind them. Danny's talking  a
mile a minute. Clear of the secure area they walk right past us with mike
yelling, "Danny, over here!" Danny wasn't even looking for Mike, he turns and
waves, then waits for Mike and me to come to them. Mike's gushing, "Danny, great
to see ya, bro! I miss you so much!" They're hugging, then Danny kisses Mike on
the cheek, rubs his head like Mike's a six year old, and  says,  "Calm down!
Here, take this fucking piece of luggage and, for christ sakes, lets get out of
the corridor before we get  trampled." No acknowledgment of me or introduction
for the girl. The girl and me follow Mike and Danny to a open area where Mike
hugs Danny again, Danny's going, "Okay, okay! Enough already." Mike looks a
little put out Danny's not happier to see him and it makes me think of that time
I felt the same way about Mike at our reunion after the west coast trip. Danny
says  to Mike, "This is my girlfriend, soon to be my wife, Arlene Waffer.
Arlene, my brother, my uber cool brother, Mike... give  each other a hug, you
two." Laura says, "Wonderful to meet you, Mike.  Your brother thinks the world
of you, and oh my god, you're so good looking!" Mike looks distressed, says,
"Ha, oh, thanks," and allows Arlene to do an awkward hug of him. Danny's like,
"Okay, lets get outta here," and Mike says emphatically, "Danny!" Then to Arlene
he  says, "This is our other brother, Richie  Mealey." She gives me a warm smile
and a handshake, saying. "So nice to meet you, Richie. Aren't I the lucky girl
though, with the three best looking guys in Atlantic City." I go, "Great ta
meet..." but Danny cuts me off, saying to Arlene, "Step-brother.  His mother
married dad." Arlene's like, "I know that, honey... you told me all about it,
but I like Mike's idea that Richie's one of the brothers, not a step anything!"
and she puts her arm around mine like  she'd done with Danny's walking down the
corridor. Danny says, "Hey, you're right, Arlene," then to me, looking me in
the eyes, he says, "Sorry for the slight, Richie... bro," and he gives me a
rough hug with me thinking, "This is like hugging a statue!" 'cause Danny's all
muscles. Very, very tight body.

Whatever, I'm feeling good Mike stood up for me that way, Arlene too. And I can
see how Danny can be charming when he wants to. He made me feel  special for the
ten seconds he was talking directly to me, and he is handsome although certainly
not at Mike's level... few are.  Danny's an inch taller than Mike which makes
him six foot-one, but he's stocky where Mike's slim.  Danny has light brown
hair, cut for the military, but not as short as Mike's and my haircut. He has
brown eyes with a look of danger in them. Maybe it's just that he's a little on
the wild side, but there's something about his eyes that's a tad  scary. Mike
and Danny have the exact same light complexion, and their voices are almost
identical, but that's where the  similarities end. Danny's good looking, like I
said, but his facial features don't go together nearly as well as Mike's do, and
Danny's face isn't perfectly shaped like Mike's.  Mike, with the blond hair and
blue eyes, is far more attractive than his brother, not that either of them
probably notices, or cares.  They seem to get more macho the longer  they're
together. Arlene and I know our place; we get in the back seat with Mike driving
and Danny riding shotgun. The  brothers are having what amounts to a private
conversation since neither Arlene nor I were included in it and that's just as
well 'cause they're talking about events in their lives before Arlene or I made
an appearance. It was a little awkward sitting beside Arlene in silence, so I
ask, "How was the plane flight?" Arlene gives me a warm smile, saying, "A little
bumpy, but very nice." That was it so I guess she doesn't want to talk right
now. Maybe she's  uncomfortable too.

Halfway home, Mike asks, "Danny, ya wanna stop at our place before I drop you at
Arlene's parent's house in the Crest?" Arlen stiffens, as Danny goes, "Oh yeah,
there's been a change of plans. We're, ah, not staying with Arlene's parents;
we're gonna knock you and Ricky out of your beds and sleep there," and he forces
a laugh as he's saying it.   First off, he knows goddammed well my names not
Ricky, and secondly I distinctly heard him say beds, as in more  than one.  He
obviously doesn't know, and is going to be very curious, about Mike and me
sharing a bed.  I know Mike's mom hasn't said anything to anybody about the gay
boys living under the same roof as her and my dad.  It's personal! Mike's
shoulders stiffened and he stammers, "Wha... are you serious? Why aren't you
staying in Wildwood Crest?"  Danny seems uncomfortable now as he lights a
cigarette, saying, "Just a sec, bro.." The first whiff  of smoke tells me it
isn't a cigarette he lit up, but rather a joint. This has Mike a little frantic,
"Not while I'm driving, Danny.  What if we get stopped?!" Danny doesn't like to
be criticized apparently as he does a little slap at Mike's cheek, saying, "Hey,
who the fuck do ya think you're talking to?" and pushes the joint at Mike, "Take
a hit! Do it!" Mike's face gets  red as he shrinks away from the joint,
mumbling, "Don't, Danny... not here," another slap on Mike's cheek and Mike's
like, "I'm driving!" but Danny wants his way, "Take a fucking hit off this thing
and pass it back.  What, you forget how things work?" Mike actually seems to
cower or cringe as he does what he's told. One quick puff and he passes it over
his head toward Arlene who shakes her head 'no', as if Mike has eyes in the back
of his head, so I reach over and take the  joint. I've had pot a couple of times
and don't care for it, but to maintain the peace I take a little  inhale and
hold it in my lungs while Danny, who'd turned around to watch, nods his head at
me. I pass the joint to Danny with him saying, "That wasn't so hard was it?"
Mike grunts, "I'm fucking driving, Danny!"

Danny's the only one talking, with pot smoke circling his head, he says, "I had
a little misunderstanding with Arlene's daddy about sleeping  arrangements."
Arlene pipes in, "Daddy said we could sleep together, Dan," and Danny goes,
"Yeah, but only after I  pitched a bitch and now I'd feel uncomfortable staying
there. Anyway, I want to spend time with Mike and mom." Arlene crosses her arms
and looks out the window, as I'm wondering, "Why does Mike think Danny's so
cool, and why would a nice girl like Arlene want to marry him?"Danny's rude and
crude and self centered, as far as I can tell... yeah, well he was nice to me
for a  few seconds, but that's about it. And, oh my god, what about when he sees
our room with the double bed,  and the cum-stained sheets? Oh man, Mike's gotta
be thinking the same thing.  What's the chance Danny's gonna be cool with Mike
gay-fucking his step-brother?  Can you say "Homophobe?" I'm guessing there a
better chance of him being a homophobe than a liberal from Boston pushing gay
marriage.  This could be serious trouble. I start  formulating a lie: it  goes
like this: we hate the double bed... it what was sent by mistake.  We're waiting
for the twin beds that we  ordered to replace this stupid double bed. This lie
is worst than weak for a lot of reasons: for one, mom and dad won't lie along
with me, and two, we've been in the house for almost two years so that's a
hellava' back order for twin beds! Damn! We're home, and I got nothing. Usually
I'd just keep my mouth shut and let Mike handle it, but he doesn't seem as
capable of  handling things around Danny as he is around most. I can't think of
anything though; I'm freakin'  nervous, to be honest about it. Taking a last hit
off his joint, Danny flips it out the window, saying, "Yessss! That's what I
needed," no one says anything to that.

Two minutes later Mike's still silent as he pulls into the driveway, while
Danny's now phonily acting pumped and jacked and whoop-de-doo, like maybe he
knows he's brought everybody down  and under his drug induced current state of
mind he thinks he's now taking everyone higher.  He goes, "Wow! Great house!
 Mom's done alright for herself! Hey, Rich, what's your old man do anyway?" Dad
and mom will be married two years  this Thanksgiving, and Danny doesn't know
what dad's job is? I say, "Blackjack dealer in Atlantic City." He twist around
in the seat to ask, "Really, ya kidding me?" In a bored manner, I go, "Really."
Danny doesn't like my flip response, something shimmers in his eyes, then he
turns around, muttering, "Smart-ass." We get out of the car and I grab Arlene's
suitcase as  Mike gets Danny's, then inside we go; no one can think of anything
to say.  The initial excited exchange between Mike and Danny in the car was cut
off with the news we'd be having guests at the house. Inside Danny goes,
"Nice..." then hugs Mike's shoulders and says to him, "I'm happy for ya, dude...
this is a far cry from the place I remember growing up in." Mike says, "The
bedrooms, I mean, our bedroom is kinda small... let me show you the guest room."
Danny goes,  "Ohhh, a guest room, how 'bout that Arlene, they got a guest room
and we don't even gotta throw the boys out of their  beds." She says, "This is
very nice, but mom has guest rooms too." Danny goes, "Arlene!" and she mutters,
"Sorry... just saying." I feel like slapping my forehead, exclaiming, "Guest
room!" Why didn't I think of that? Still, they'll see our bedroom sometime or
other anyway, so we're still fucked. Damn! It didn't take long either. Walking
past our bedroom, Danny looks  in and asks, "Is this it?" Mike takes a deep
breath, and says, "No, next room." Danny walks on as Arlene looks in and
hesitantly asks, "Who's room is this?" She has to know before she asked because
it's a three bedroom house and this one is way too small to be the master
bedroom, and the next room is the guest room which leaves only one other
possibility; our bedroom. Mike gulps, looks at me and mumbles, "Our bedroom," as
Arlene frowns, then goes, "Oh... it's ah,  nice..."

Danny's in the guest room still trying to be upbeat, calling, "Arlene, get in
here, this is  awesome!  Like a swanky hotel." Mom decorated the room with top
shelf stuff and it did look really good.  Arlene gushes on about how great the
room is and then Mike and I go into the kitchen for cokes while Danny and Arlene
put their stuff away and wash up after the long trip from the west coast. I'm
using my newly acquired technique of keeping my mouth shut during  tense times
and Mike's doing the same. He swallows his coke in two long swallows, then slams
the empty in the waste basket, quietly going, "Fuck!"  I keep my mouth shut
until Mike looks at me, biting his lower lip, then asks, "What are we gonna do?
Danny's sure as shit gonna ask us about the double bed. They were suppose to
stay at Arlene's place" I shrug and say, making it a question, "Tell him it was
delivered by mistake? Or something..." He just  shakes his head, like, 'That's
all ya got?"  Shrugging again I mumble, "Tell him we like the double bed then,
oh I don't know... Fuck it!" We hear, "Ya gotta be shittin' me!" from Danny,
down  the hall. Arlene must have shown him our room. Danny's in the kitchen with
a big grin on his face, asking, "They make you share a bed? Ewww! Yuck! Maybe
you guys don't have it as good as we thought... ha ha!" He doesn't get it. The
thought that Mike might be gay never enters Danny's head, but I can tell it's
entered Arlene's by the way she's now nervously checking us out from the  corner
of her eyes.  Re-checking us out might be a better way of putting it. Mike
glances over at me, then mumbles, "Hey, man, it's what they had, a double bed.
 Richie and me, we don't make waves, the folks work hard." Danny rubs Mike's
head laughing, "Yeah, but aren't ya afraid your cute step brother here might be
sneaking some grips on your pecker? Ha ha!" Arlene goes, "Danny Sullivan!" and
he goes, "Hey, I'm just  saying..." Mike stares at  Danny, then says, in a
challenging manner, "No, I'm not worried that Richie will grab my pecker; why
should I be?" Danny spreads his  hand out in my direction, and says, "Well, look
at him; he's pretty, for christ's sakes! I'd be worried, heh heh!" Arlene goes,
"Danny! Stop it!" then to Mike and me she says, "He's a kidder." Mike's looking
at Danny with a frown on his wonderful face, as I'm thinking, "I'm pretty? How
'bout your brother, asshole... he's prettier than me!"

This reunion is not going well; apparently neither of the Sullivan boys is good
at reunions. Danny adds, "Well, you're going away to college next week, maybe
you can have your own beds there." Mike rolls his eyes as Danny exclaims, "Hey,
Arlene, where's the envelope?" She smiles for the first time since the airport
and walks back to the guest room, Mike's like, "What envelope?" and Danny goes,
"Ya didn't think I forgot your graduation  present, did ya?" Arlene's back
holding and envelope out towards Mike who takes it, saying, "Hey, you didn't
have to give me anything."  Danny's like, "Go ahead, open it," and so Mike rips
open the envelope and pulls out a card and three one-hundred dollar bills fall
to the floor, there's another one stuck inside the card. Mike goes, "Danny!" and
they hug, then Danny gives Mike another kiss on the cheek saying,
"Congratulations, kid! Mom tells me you did great in high school, and hey,  this
is from Arlene too.  Come here, hon," and she joins in on the hug with Danny
saying, "Ain't this great?" Mike's looking past Danny at me standing there
alone, then he makes a face like, "I'm sorry, Richie, but what can I do?" The
three way hug turned into a three stooges act and the three of them end up on
the kitchen floor laughing nervously. Getting up, Danny says, "Let's go up on
the boardwalk for Mac's pizza. I'm starved!" And that's what we did with Mike
sneaking in  a squeeze at the back of my head and a sweet encouraging smile to
let me know he's not excluding me, but let's play it cool. The general
atmosphere of our little group got more relaxed as the day rolled on. I guess
it's true; neither Sullivan is good at reunions but they can loosen up pretty
quickly if everything goes okay. We ate and went on rides and generally did
stuff tourist do.  Danny has been away for almost two years and he's reliving an
important part of his youth for a while here today. He showed off for Arlene
too, and took her on  the scariest thrill rides and I could finally see him
treating her special and the two of them were having fun; no tension now...
thank god!  We got away with the double bed it seems, at least with Danny, and
he's acting like a good guy although still cool towards me, but I don't give a
shit about that... I just want things to go smoothly the last couple of days
before we leave for  college.

That night mom and dad had their reunion  with Danny, and they met Arlene for
the first time too. We had a nice dinner and were out on the back deck afterward
talking, smoking, and  drinking wine. Everyone except Mike and me, we were
drinking cokes. Mike's kinda quiet, like he's thinking... I have this weird
premonition that he's thinking about him and me being gay together, but I'm not
sure which direction he's going with that. Will he resolve to again try to stop
himself, or is he thinking of discussing it with everyone, and I  pray to God
that's not it, but ya never know with Mike. During a lull in the conversation,
Mike quietly asks our folks, "Why'd ya put a double bed in our room? Danny
thought it kinda odd." Danny intercedes, distorting what he'd said earlier, "I
didn't say it was odd, mom. I said this is an awesome place, that's all. I know
everyone's doing the best they can and you two are doing great. I didn't say
nothing about the double bed being odd." Then he adds, "Did I, Arlene?"  Before
Arlene can answer, dad asks us, "Why do you boys think we gave you the double
bed?" Without hesitating, Mike says, "Because you  think we're gay," followed by
this long awkward pause, with me totally unsure of what is coming next so I'm
holding my breath with a mouthful of coke. Then I gulped, inhaled coke up my
sinuses and blowing a little out both nostrils. A general hubbub ensues as I
cough and cough trying to get the coke out of my burning sinuses. Mom and Arlene
are  patting me hard on the back, which helps, and I glance up to see dad
observing a silent stare down between Mike and Danny. What's it gonna be?

Mom hands me a  bottle of water and I drink some as everything settles down.
Danny's still saying nothing, but he's broken eye contact with Mike now and is
lighting a cigarette off the one he just finished. I'd be lighting one too if
I'd fully recovered from my coughing fit. Mom asks, "You okay, Richie?"  and I
mumble, "Yeah, thanks, mom," then she says, "Well, Mike, you're right, Dad and I
felt you and Richie were exploring your sexuality  and we both thought it best
to let nature run it's course." Danny's astounded, "You encouraged these two to
be queer?" "Don't be crude, Danny... you're better than that," goes mom, and dad
asks, "Well, since Mike's brought it up, are you gay, Richie?" I look at Mike
and he looks back at me with a blank expression on his face.  What's he want me
to say, I wonder? We've hardly ever discussed this topic; with the exception of
Mike always kiddingly reciting the mantra, 'You're so gay, Richie," we've
discussed gayness maybe a total of  five minutes in all the time we've been
together. Everyone's looking at me, so I look at my dad, and say, "I'm sorry,
dad, but yes, I'm gay.  Mike's not though." Dad asks, "Are you upset about
that?" and I say, "No!" with maybe too much conviction. Dad looks at me with
compassion,  and quietly says, "Son, if you're not hurting anyone or breaking
the law or disappointed in yourself, then don't apologize for being  yourself...
it sends mixed signals. Being gay doesn't ever require an apology." Danny
mutters, "Oh brother!" and Mike yells, "You shut up, Danny! Mr. Sullivan's
right, there's nothing wrong with Richie being gay, or anything else. I wish I
was as good a person as he is." I got tears in my eyes and Mike had tears in his
voice. Danny's stunned at Mike rejection, I just mumble, "Thanks, Mike."

Mom starts to say something, but Danny interrupts to demand, "Okay, Mike... how
'bout you? Are you gay like girlie boy here?"  Mike gets up and starts for Danny
with Danny getting up to meet him, saying, "Come on, try it!" My dad and Arlene
jump in between the brothers with my father staying calm, saying, "Let's
remember we're family here, Danny, I know it feel strange to you because you've
been away so long but  we've grown together here, your mom, Mike, Richie and me.
 We very much want you and Arlene to feel like part of this new family too,
please lets sit back down and talk nice, okay. Mike, okay?" This is a new dad
for me, his reaction two years ago would be a physical one; Mike's mom has been
as good for my dad as Mike's been for me. Danny says to my dad, "Mom thinks the
world of you, and you seem like a good guy, so we'll sit, like you said." This
appeared to surprise Mike, but maybe Danny's growing up too. Everyone sits down
and most of us light cigarettes, as dad says, "Thank you, Danny; you too Mike."
Danny blows out some smoke, and says, "Well, Mike... sorry if I dumped on  your
home boy here, I didn't mean to." Arlene looks relieved and proud of Danny for
taking the high road, he see that and takes it further by looking at me, and
saying, "My bad, bro," then he holds out his fist and I mumble, "No problem," as
I do a quick fist bump with him.  Mike's eyes  are open wide as he observes his
brother's civilized behavior.  Maybe Mike calling Danny out for dissin' me was
sorta like  calling out a bully; they usually back down. Or maybe, like I said,
Danny's not as bad as he seems once ya get to know him. Everyone's quiet again,
looking at Mike now to see if he'll respond to Danny's earlier question. Mike
finally says, "What? Why ya looking at me?" and his mom says, "Because your
brother asked you a question, sweetheart," and Mike blushes as he remembers,
then says, "Like Richie said, I'm not gay... not really, more like bi, but just
with Richie, I dig girls. Right, Richie?" I go, "Oh yeah, and girls dig Mike
too!" Danny's  frowning again and I think it's because Mike and I are falling
all over ourselves sticking up for each other, but fuck it; what else can we do?

After another awkward silence, dad asks, "Anyone want another glass of wine? Or,
a beer or something?" Mike and me  say, together, "I'll take a beer," and then
Mike adds, "Thanks," and Danny goes, "Yeah, I'd like one too, I'll help ya," and
he gets  up to follow dad into the house. Arlene says to no one imparticular, "I
imagine it can be terrifying to say the words, 'I'm gay,' to your family and
friends, but it's probably a feeling of relief too." I look down, dragging on my
cigarette, not wanting to go there, but mom asks, "Is it a relief, Richie...
Mike?" I mumble, "I don't know," and Mike says, "No!" and we leave it at that.
With the beers in our hand now, Mike and I are gulping the bitter shit down
hoping this inquisition will soon be over, when mom says, "Love is non
discriminatory and  non judgmental so we love you boys as you are... right,
Danny?" He mutters, "I'll need to think about that, I can hardly believe my ears
here." Arlene says, "You know Charles is gay, Danny, and that doesn't bother
you, so why should it bother you if Richie's gay, and Mike's  bisexual?" She
looks at the rest of us, saying, "Charles is one of Danny's coast guard
friends." Danny says, "Yeah, but that's different,  he's not family and ya know,
it's embarrassing that one of the members of your family is, kinda fucked up, ya
know? No offense intended, but... come on." Dad says, "Are you serious? Get over
yourself, Danny. This is the for-real Mike and Richie you see here, not the
pretend ones." I'm getting sick of Danny, so I chirp in, "If you think less of
Mike, or disown him or whatever, because he's being himself it's not a
reflection on his failure, but rather your own."  Danny says, "WTF does that
mean?" and his mom goes, "Please don't use those  letters like that, honey,"
Danny goes, "Sorry, mom, but I think this kid is dissin' me." Mike goes, "He's
not dissin' ya, Danny, but let me correct something you said a minute ago.  You
said something about 'one of the members of your family being messed up' well
it's not one member, but two. Richie is a member of your family now, dude, just
like Arlene will be a member if she still wants to  after today." Danny's like,
"Hey, Mike... come on now," and he stands up to say, "Okay, I've been an asshole
to day..." his mom says, "Danny! Watch your language!" He says, "Sorry... I wish
I could start this day over, but I can't so let me apologize first to Arlene for
acting like an ass, er a fool, with her parents and for putting her though all
these awkward situations.  I'm not good in new circumstances, but I learn fast;
right, Arlene?" She nods her head, mumbling, "Sometimes," which makes them both
laugh a little.  Those two  doing that little laugh at their private joke
lightens things up quite a bit, and allows me to see a real affection between
the two that I haven't seen until now.

Danny seems to relax most of all, he goes on, "I apologize to my mom next
because I know how much she loves Mike and me and I've let her down today; sorry
mom." Mom goes, in a funny way, "You should be sorry, asshole,"  which gets
everyone nervously chuckling.  Danny's on a roll now, "I apologize to my step
dad, who I'm calling 'dad' from now on, if that's okay?" looking at my dad. Dad
goes, "Sure, Danny... I'm honored," although he didn't sound honored. Like me,
maybe dad's glad Danny's taking this approach, and dad might also agree with me
that it seems like Danny's taking it a little over the top, like a performance.
A performance that isn't over yet, as Danny continues, The apology extends to my
new brother, Richie, too," and he looks at me, adding, "I had no  right dissin'
you, bro, I don't even know you." It still sounds a little like a put down but
when I first met Mike he wasn't too crazy about me either. Finally Danny turns
to Mike, and asks, "Do I need to say I'm sorry, Mike?" Mike gets up shaking his
head 'no'  and mumbles, "You know that's never necessary, Mike... we're always
gonna be there for each other," and they do another hug, without the kiss on
the cheek this time. Mom goes, "They've always been so close," and the chatter
picked up from then on without the word 'gay' coming up once the rest of the
night. Danny never said it's cool that I'm gay and Mike's whatever, but I'm
satisfied with the whole thing.  Thinking back, Arlene was right, I do feel
relief that I said the words and that I'm not hiding anything from anybody; that
a feeling of freedom and self worth.  On the other hand, I think it's perfectly
okay for Mike to fool himself about his true nature because that works for him
and it  isn't hurting anyone. Why force everyone to follow a single way of
handling a very personal matter? That's stupid and rigid... I feel best about
myself when I'm not judgmental, like someone mentioned earlier tonight, but I am
true to myself, but that's  just  me.

The rest of the evening went okay, Danny still doesn't seem to qualify as worthy
of all the high praise I've heard  about him from Mike, but I've only just met
him really.  In bed that night, I roll over to lay against Mike, and whisper,
"Mike, I..." but he puts his hand over my mouth and whispers back, "Don't even
ask, Richie! We can't do anything with my brother and Arlene right on the other
side of that wall... six inches away, fer christsakes!" I get his wrist him my
hand and slide his hand off my mouth to whisper, "I know that!  I was just gonna
say thanks for having my back tonight.  I liked that you stood up for me to
Danny." Mike sort of rubs his  hand over my chest, saying, "Oh, yeah, no
problem. And, thanks for you doing the same thing, bro.  It's great having a big
brother like you to stick-up for me." He turns affectionate sentiments into
jokes sometimes to ease the way and lessen his  discomfort, while still getting
to say basically what he wants to communicate.  I lean over and kissed him on
the mouth, then said, "No problem,  little bro!" He got me around the neck and
we did a long lovers kiss that left us panting, with boners pointing up our
bellies.  "Stop it, Richie!" Mike whispers, as if I started it. I mumble,
"Okay," and put my arm across his chest, he didn't complain so I fell asleep
that way.  In the morning Mike's head was up against mine but he had a little
case of morning breath so I had to adjust our position slightly, and then went
back to sleep.  It's Saturday morning so everyone slept until after nine, then
mom and Arlene act as chefs and prepare a  nice breakfast starting with
delicious fresh fruit and juice. All six of us ate together; it was a subdued
but polite affair after which Danny announces, "Arlene and I are going to her
parents so I can apologize to them too.  We'll probably be  moving over there
this afternoon, but we'll all be back tomorrow for the boys send off dinner."
Mom said, "Your parents and sister too, Arlene, they're  all invited, some of
the boys' friends too. It's just a cookout but Dan's a heck of a grill guy.
 Aren't ya, dear?" she asks him as she puts her arm around dad's waist.  He
goes, "If you say so, dear."

We picked up our Volkswagen later in the day and took it for a long drive. We're
so used to riding Mike's motorbike the Jetta was a luxurious ride for us. There
wasn't much conversation and I'm glad of that, it's so stressful dealing with
complex issues, like being gay and telling your family, and all that. I suppose
it's okay to  come out, to sorta come out, the way we did; there isn't one
perfect way, is there? Whatever, I admit that I'm tired of talking about it. All
I know is Mike is worth anything I need to go through, even pretending Danny's
cool.  He may turn  out to be,  but so far he's a huge disappointment as far as
my expectations of how he was going to be go.  Mike built him up way too much.
We took turns  driving and I finally drove us to the boardwalk where we had
lunch at Mac's pizza again. Pizza and birch beer... that's a winner. Walking
back down the boards to the parking lot, Mike asks, "Ya gonna miss the
boardwalk, Richie?" I go, "Sure, aren't you?" He goes, "I guess, we'll see.
Fuck, I've lived here all my life, guess I'm looking forward to a different
view." I couldn't help but thing that statement might be a metaphor for other
changes in his life; maybe and unintended metaphor.

Danny maybe conned his way back into good graces with Arlene's family, or maybe
made a  sincere apology; whatever, they seem happy and relaxed moving their
stuff over there,  Good luck to them, but mostly it's cleared the way for an
appropriate sexual farewell to our bedroom... as  high school graduates, I mean
'cause we'll be college sophomores the next time Mike fucks me in this bedroom.
Well, what am I saying, we're not leaving  until Monday so there's Sunday night
too, ha! All day Mike and I have been totally into each other. I don't know,
it's just a feeling I had all day... a certain look from Mike, a smile, a
squeeze on my arm. I've never felt closer to him, and I think the way we handled
ourselves last night has a lot to do with that; we stood by each other even
though his idol, Danny, was pretty much in an adversarial mode all day. Before
dinner Mike and I spent a lot of time going over everything we're taking to
college, double checking everything. Mike, like is brother apparently, makes a
bigger deal out of an impending new experience than I think is necessary, but I
want to do whatever I can to help Mike ease into our new college life so I go
along with his obsessive preparation for the move. We ate a late dinner then
sat outside  smoking, without a lot to say.  Then Mike goes, "Come on, Richie...
let's take a walk. I'm a little wired about Monday, ya know?" As we walk Mike
opens up about his difficulty with change and how he doesn't meet new people,
especially friends, easily. I almost chuckled remembering how difficult our
early days together were, then say, "Mike, please don't worry. Here's how I see
it going: you'll be your usual quiet, mysteriously cool self, and I'll be your
happy-go-lucky jabbering sidekick who makes friends by endearing myself to lucky
acquaintances.  The ones who seem acceptable will want to know you too 'cause
we're always going to be together and everything will be swell." Mike laughs,
and goes, "I'm sure you'll be able to  pull off the 'always together' part
'cause every time I stop too quickly you bump into my ass, but the rest of your
plan needs a lot of work."

Back at the house we get ready for bed and climb in  together. Dad and mom  are
out on the town enjoying Saturday night... a little adult beverage and some
dancing.  Those two do not know how to act their age; good for them. Mike
interrupts our silence,  "Pull your boxers off, Richie... let's sleep naked
tonight." Well, this is a good start to the night.  I'm getting back in bed
naked when Mike hands me his underpants; I pretend to smell them, for a laugh.
 Mike chuckles and says his usual, "You are so gay, Richie!" and then I get my
arms around him and insinuate my body as tight to his as is possible to do. Mike
rubs his nose against mine a few times then slips his tongue into my mouth and
sucks on my tongue until my cock is a steel spike. Then he sucks on my upper
lip, then runs his tongue under my upper lip, back and  forth, back and forth
and then all around my mouth before settling on a long French kiss and then a
lap up the front of my nose so that all I smell is his saliva... fresh and
sparkling. Our faces  side my side, he whispers in my ear, "Maybe  you're not
the only gay boy in this bed tonight. I good eat you with a spoon, you're so
very special, Richie." I mumble, "Thanks, Mike," and he goes, "I realized last
night when we were  having that unpleasant time with the family; yoy know, the
interrogation just short of water boarding." I interrupt, "It wasn't so bad,
Mike... I feel good about it." He saysm "You would," then kisses my mouth and
licks up the front of my nose again, then, in a husky voice, quietly adds, "And,
so do I, Richie... I was making a joke, numbnuts," and he chuckles, before going
on, "I realized how impossible it would be for me to not have you close to me in
my life. It became so clear that I love you, Richie... love you the way you love
me, and I wanted you to know that. I've told you  before, and I know I said
we're not going to be spouting this lovey/dovey stuff all the time, but I just
wanted to say it to you because you're such a wonderful person... I'm lucky to
be in  love with you." Oh my God, this kind of thing's been  happening recently
with Mike loosening up so much and I love it, but it scares me a little too. I
go, "Mike, you know how much this means to me... thank you so much, and I'm the
lucky  one, not you." He tries to be funny, saying, "No, I'm luckiest," and I
go, "No, me!" and we do that a couple of times, imitating how little kids talk,
then silence and a nice hug.  He feels so good against me.

Two minutes late, Mike goes, "Um, one more thing, Richie. Ah, I realized
something else last night." I wait, then go, "What?" and he says, "I think I've
been over selling my brother a little bit, he just ain't as fantastic as I
remember him being, and you must think I'm an idiot for going on about him these
past couple of years, but at one  time..." and he trailed off, not sure how to
proceed. I wait to see if he'll continue, and when he doesn't, I say, "You, an
idiot? A thought like that would never enter my mind... well, hardly ever."
Mike chuckles, and I add, "No,  really... when we're kids we appreciate
different things than we do when we're older. No offense to Danny, but maybe
you'ver grown up, matured some, and maybe with  him: not so much.  His rudeness,
no offense, was cool to you back then, but now that you're older it comes off as
being just plain rude, not funny or cool." Mike's quiet for a few seconds,
thinking... then he says, "You might be on to something there; in any case, I'm
moving Danny down a few notches on my all time favorite list which leaves the
number one spot open.  Ya wanna guess who I'm putting at the top of the list?" I
go, "Hmmm, not Tom Brown surely... ah, me?" He goes, "Bingo!" and we're sorta
joking around, but I love being his acknowledged number  one person in the
world! I go, "Yippee! I knew I could do it if I persevered!" Mike chuckles and
kisses me, then says, "You sure know how to persevere too!" We wrestled around
in bed a bit, then Mike says, "I need to be inside  you, Richie," I go, "Okay,
but could you call me number one from now on?" He says, "No!" That was the last
joking around we did for a while.

I've come to love the raw fucks Mike puts on me and tonight was even better than
usual. Our hot make-out got our juices flowing and when Mike turns me over on my
belly and spread my legs I felt the drip, drip, drip of precum on my buttocks.
then a long string of his fresh saliva hits my anus and a finger spreds it
around before poking inside me. I bit my bottom lip and go, "Mmmm," 'cause it
feels good as Mike pushes way up there. He's slow, very deliberate, savoring
each moment rubbing my back and shoulders, then massages my ass cheeks as he's
opening up my anus. Then Mike's finger comes out of my ass and he's laying on my
back with his boner sliding long-ways against my crack; he whispers in my ear,
"Sometimes I dream of having sex with you, Richie," and he sucks my earring
sending shivers  down my spine. Now he's pulling on my earlobe and his tongues
in my ear filling it up with his saliva.  I'd like to be covered in Mike's spit
sometime. The spit in my ear makes it hard to hear his quiet words as he
says,before adding, "I can't help myself, no matter how hard I question my
feelings I always come back to the realization I mentioned... the one about how
much I love you." I'm breathing in gasps, his body covering me and the words
he's saying in his whispery boyish voice has me hypnotized in a luxuriously
erotic state of mine; my boner's so hard it's just this side of painful. I
manage to mutter, "Me too, Mike," as he lifts his hips up and adjusts the head
of his hot cock at my hole. Keeping his lips against the side of my face, he
kisses me as he humps his boner past my  sphincter muscle and forces that hard,
fat organ two inches up my ass. I grunt at the initial pain, but the thought in
my head of Mike's  cock inside my body overrides the pain and I push back
against him forcing him further inside me. My precum is now a wet puddle under
me as Mike's slowly presses harder, sliding his cock inside my body all the way
till his soft pubic patch surrounds my hole and his balls lay against the back
of mine. A long, quiet,  "Mmmmmm," escapes my lips as Mike gasps from the
sensation of total stimulation on his hard penis, from it's throbbing head to
it's root.  My various rectum muscles haven't had a chance to expand fully for
this intrusion so it's tight all along his cock, still hurting me but exciting
me too.  There's nothing I've experienced in my life that's as thrilling and
erotic as Mike's cock up my ass. There are so many sensitive areas in my rectum,
including the major one, my prostate gland, that  will soon kick in as the hurt
of bodily intrusion fades, and the ecstasy will build and build after that.
Knowing this has me squirming with quiet squeals of pleasure. Mike withdraws and
then slowly inserts his long cock back up my ass, easier this time, and the next
is easier still. My rectum muscles have relaxed enough to allow Mike's swollen
boner to slide easily, the additional precum and ass juices allow Mike to get
into a smooth penetration rhythm, his crotch slamming against my buttocks every
second or so. I'm going "Ahh!" with each deep penetration, the enlarged head of
his cock massaging my prostate with each thrust in, and then with each
withdrawal. Mike starts quietly grunting with each penetration but as the
sensations on his cock grow the grunts become quiet moans, almost as if he's in
pain, and as I near climax, pushing back at each thrust, Mike's quiet moans
become sounds of desperation and he fucks me faster and faster until we both cry
out together as our orgasms explode from our balls and  fire out our hard cocks,
Mike's spunk fills up my ass while mine joins the puddle of precum beneath me
spreading all over my groin as I flop up off the mattress experiencing pleasure
too thrilling to describe. Mike continues humping me wildly for thirty seconds,
cum splattering against both my buttocks, then he slows down, breathing raggedly
and moaning with his own pleasure before laying on my back again, and
remembering me. "Oh, Richie... oh my God, that was fantastic!" and he kisses me
and bites at my earlobe again. I still can't catch my breath to speak, my heart
beats madly in my chest, and I can't imagine experiencing anything that's better
than this.

It feels so good being filled up back there; it's sloppy now, but Mike's cock is
still hard and still all the way up my ass. He randomly kisses and licks the
side of my face or the back of my neck with me reaching back with my hands to
pull against his ass trying to get his  cock to go deeper inside me.  I could
lay  like this forever, Mike's odor is all around me, his body covers me and I
want to be part of him, my body and his combined into one.  This is as close to
that fantasy as I can get and it works wonderfully. After a while, I quietly
say, "Nothing else feels this good, Mike... you make me so happy I could cry."
He says nothing, just stretches his face down and twist mine sideways so he can
kiss the corner of my mouth and then begins slow, awesome, thrust in and out of
my slippery hole and soon I've got my eyes closed savoring every exotic, erotic
second. He fucks me like this on and off for a half hour until the feeling
captures him and he senses his second climax coming on; then it's the same wild,
almost out-of-control slamming into me as before and then Mike's second climax
brings mine on and we're both rocking that bed and making muffled sounds of
extreme pleasure once again. The second climax, of course, can't provide the
amount of messy spunk  although it feels pretty much  the same as the first;
which is to say, fabulous! Even after all this time Mike still stays hard and is
slowly humping my ass moaning with each thrust, then a groan and a muttered, "Oh
man, I'm so sore," as he pulls out of my ass, after forty five minutes being
part of my body. I smile to myself because, until right now, I didn't realize
how sore my ass is. Mike turns me over onto my back and then falls on top of me,
our arms go around each other's sweaty body, my cum gets spread between us and
his sore cock lays next to my still semi-hard one, and I'm thinking, "This is
nice too!"

It's fun being grungy with Mike, and we're certainly grungy right now. Sweaty,
with my cum drying between us and Mike's cum drooling out of my ass. We add to
the mess by exchanging wet kisses and licking each other like we're dogs.  It
got to be almost funny exchanging long licks, almost funny, but mostly hot and
sexy. Mike  laps my face  from my chin to my hairline then hold still while I do
it to him. We goofily do this until our faces are wet with the other's saliva,
then deep kisses until Mike moans and turns me over again to slide his cock up
inside me again and begin a slow fuck that never reached climax, but that feels
good just the same, and never mine how much it hurt both of us, we need to do
this. Finally satisfied that we'd shared enough of each other's body, Mike sits
on my ass and get silly again, asking, "Are you ever going to be satisfied you
sex maniac? I can't do it any more, have mercy!" I say, "You get that penis of
yours back up my ass, and I mean right now!" He goes, "Damn!" and actually
slides it up my ass one more time with both of us laughing, and exclaiming,
"Oww!" at the same time.  A little more cuddling without any joking, and then
Mike goes, "Lets take a shower together," which is what we do.  In the shower
Mike says, "Okay, you want me to own you,  and not just your ass which I already
own... right?" I remember saying  that to him in one of my more emotional
moments... "Own me, Mike... please own me!" so I go, "Oh yeah, own me!" He says,
"Well, if I'm going to own you I need take care of my stuff, so stand still." I
stand there under the water spray as Mike shampoos my buzzed hair, then washes
my entire body with a washcloth and lots of soap.  It feels so good to be
bathed, I had no idea. He cleans my private parts, with special attention to my
ass, even going so far as to sliding his finger up there, asking, "Feel good,
boy?" Surprisingly it did; the hurt always fades quickly in my asshole. When I'm
sparkling clean, Mike say, "Oh fuck this! Owning you is too much trouble, I'm
not gonna be able to keep you." It's so rare for Mike to be as romantically
demonstrative in both word and deed as he's been since last night, and he's
rarely this playful too, so I make the most of it. Tomorrow or the day after,
some time soon, he'll be back to  his more guarded self, even with me. I'm
thinking that's going to be especially true in our early days at college, but
right now he's perfect, absolutely perfect. I say, "Okay then, fuck it... don't
own me, I'll own you!" and I shampoo and washed every inch of his head and body
and when he's sparkling clean too we make out under the waterfall until it
starts to run cool.

We don't do anymore joking around, and very little talking after the shower;
we're worn out. Each of us had a pee, then we dry off and Mike gets us each a
coke while I change the bed linens, then we go to sleep in each other's arms.
I've never been happier and I'll never forget the past twenty-four hours. Sunday
morning mom nags us into going to church which we hardly ever do. Then we all
help put together the food for the barbecue, which will be Mike and my farewell
dinner. Danny, Arlene, and her parents and sister came over around four, and
they're all still  in good spirits. Danny's especially nice to Mike and me; no
reference is made about anyone's sexual orientation. It's a very comfortable
situation for everyone and I notice some of Danny's charming side on display;
he's more liable when not trying so hard to be cool.  Mike doesn't need to try,
he just is cool. Around six a carload of our boardwalk buds show up hungry and
full of energy; full of beer too, but no problem. Mom contacted Tony yesterday
and told him to round up any of the guys who are still in town and come on over
to see us off. By the end of the night everyone had too much to drink, but
everyone was on good behavior too.  Mostly the booze made for over the top drama
with the goodbyes. Hugs and tears, and over dramatic declarations of love and
friendship forever, increased with each goodbye and even though it's mostly
boozed induced, it made me feel really good anyway. Tucker whispered to me, "You
still want it, Richie... I can see it in the way you stare at me." I thought he
was serious  until he rubbed my head, and said, "I'm kidding you! Fer chrisakes,
it's a joke!" and then he kissed me on the lips so I don't know  what's up with
that. It's all good though.

In bed that night Mike and I went over what we need to do tomorrow, instead of
doing sex, still being sexually satisfied from last night.  The check list is
more for Mike's benefit than mine. Finally satisfied we'd remembered everything,
Mike says we should get to sleep; I give him a quick kiss, and mumble, "I love
you, Mike." He goes, "Richie!" meaning he doesn't want to hear it, so I guess
he's over his venture into romantic-land the past couple of days. I smile to
myself and kiss him again, but we're both exhausted and the next thing I know
it's Monday morning and we're about to meet our new life. My dad offered to
drive down to West Chester University in Pennsylvania to help us settle in, but
we politely declined his kind offer, it's  actually the last fucking thing we
need, a parent getting us settled in college... come on! Mom and dad give us one
last goodbye hug, the  Jetta's packed with all our stuff, the motorbike secured
in a rack on the back, so it's finally sayonara Wildwood...  until Thanksgiving
break anyway. Waving goodbye, Mike's driving away and we're finally going away
to  college. I'm fighting the urge to sob, wiping my tears with the back of my
wrist with Mike reaching over to pat my leg, saying, "I know, Richie, we'll both
miss being here, but we got each other, don't we?" The tears roll down my cheeks
then 'cause I'm too fucking emotional for my own good.

The End


Donny Mumford        thinat20@yahoo.com