Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2007 06:47:19 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: MIKE, HIS BIKE & ME  (PART 5..RICHIE'S POOL PARTY)

Hot shit!!  School is out for the summer.  Mike's Mom
took Mike, my Dad and me out for dinner to celebrate
our successful school year.  Mrs Sullivan was bubbling
over with excitement because Mike and I both made the
honor role all four semesters.   She kept telling Mike
and me how proud of us she was and how fabulous we
are.  I noticed my Dad was spending a lot of time
staring at her.  When the conversation would let up
for a moment I'd say to Mrs Sullivan, "Ah, so do ya
think we did Ok in school this year?".  Off she'd go
again about how fantastic  Mike and me were and we'd
all laugh.  It is so cool to see my Dad laugh because
I can't remember him ever laughing until recently.
Mrs Sullivan has a big laugh and she'd join right in
too....

My Dad and Mike's Mom were drinking Margaritas.  Mike
and me had ginger ale but  we'd be drinking something
stronger later that night at TD's party.  I was so
relaxed and happy.   In the year since my Mother
dumped me here in Wildwood, to live full time with my
Dad, it's been a 180 degree turn around for me.  That
was the low  point of my life and since then this,
right now,  has turned into being the highest point.
Not that it's all about me.  My Dad and Mike's Mom
started dating casually last month so there's a little
extra spark in their lives...... and Mike is a happy
honor roll student rather than the sulking kid who
barely graduated a year ago.  Mike's brother Danny
survived his part in that stabbing incident and the
ensuing fight and court case.   This Spring he joined
the Coast Guards and that will keep him away from bad
influences for the first time in years. These are all
good things.

After dinner Mike and me rode off on Mike's motorbike
leaving our two single parents to do whatever single
adults do to keep themselves from dying of boredom.
Mike and me didn't spend even two seconds wondering
what that might be.  We were headed to our gang's
graduation party.  Mike and I were the brains in the
group, but everyone else had passed too.  We were all
going into 11th grade next year.  But, while that's
true enough,  what we were actually celebrating  was
the long summer vacation that stretched out in front
of us.    We were having our party at TD's for a
couple of reasons........his parents said OK to it,
for one... and they supplied all the eats and soft
drinks for a 2nd reason and the biggest reason of all
....... his parents aren't going to be home.  They'll
be at the Country Club until one or two in the
morning.   Parties are a  hundred times better if no
adults are in the general vicinity......

By the way, TD's real name is Tucker Dwight.  TD are
his initials, but that's not why we called him TD.
It's because he has a tiny dick.  We call him  'Tiny'
or 'TD' when adults are around and sometimes we
actually call him 'Tiny Dick' when it's just us guys.
Early this past  winter my lisping friend, Tony,
brought Tiny Dick to everybody's' attention.  It was a
major deal to Tony and he conscientiously  spread the
word all over school...... the the new kid at school
had a very small cock.....a tiny dick.

It turned out that Tiny Dick has a sweet nature, but
he's no pussy.   He didn't care to be the butt of
Tony's joke and at first he tried laughing along with
everyone else.  Tony wouldn't let up though so Tucker
tried to just ignore it for a while, but when that
didn't work either,  Tiny started a fist fight with
Tony.   This was understandable maybe, but ultimately
it wasn't a real good idea.  Tony is not big, but he's
tough and, as the fight progressed,  things were
looking bad for Tiny Dick until Tony  paused in the
middle of punching  him to say, "Wanna be friends or
you want me to finish beating the shit out of you?"
Tiny Dick choose correctly and he and Tony have been
tight ever since.  Having a small penis isn't TD's
fault...he didn't have anything to do with it.   In
addition to having a small penis TD also has a small
body.  Maybe 5' 6" tops and 120 pounds.  For a kid who
just turned 17 years old that's small.   Although his
looks are OK, he isn't an especially cute kid....it's
just that everything else about him....his
personality, his mannerisms, how he smiles all the
time and stuff like that.... it's all so god damn cute
it makes him real likable.

TD is one of those kids who's first reaction to
EVERYTHING is to smile.  He wants to be liked.  He
laughs at everyone's jokes, even Joey's and Joey
doesn't even laugh at his own jokes half the time. .
You never hear a negative thing come out of TD's mouth
and he is always the first to offer to help you with
whatever you need.   He has a great little tight,
smooth body and those special big brown puppy dog
eyes.  It's impossible not to like him.  I never use
to notice these kinds of things about other guys, but
since I met Mike......well, I do notice that stuff
now.  I'm not sure why.

Tiny Dick got his buzz haircut and he's been in tight
with the gang for the past four or five months.  And,
now I'm no longer the 'new kid' in the gang.  Prior to
TD's graduation party I hadn't seen his tiny dick,
although  I have to admit  I'd been curious.  Talk
about it eventually died out much to TD's relief.
Mike gave TD all the same kind of treatment he'd given
me when I first met Mike.  He was doing pretty much
the same thing with TD as he'd done with me  and
because of that I  put myself  through a rough five or
six weeks...........I was jealous of Mike's attention
to TD.  It started near the end of the first week with
Tiny Dick.   Mike got in one of his moods and TD was
available so,  walking up behind TD,  Mike wrapped his
arms around his stomach and picked him up off his
feet.  With TD kicking,  Mike  carried him to a nearby
bench .  We were in the School playground at the time.
 Mike sat down on the bench pulling TD down to sit on
his lap.  The rest of us guys watched with interest.
Some of us were thinking..."Tiny Dick is nice and all
that,  but it's about fucking time for some initiation
laughs".

Mike casually put his right  hand in TD's pants pocket
and grabbed his balls.  Tiny Dick cried out and Mike
firmly told him to fold his arms across his chest and
to stay very still.  Mike still held TD tight to him
with his left arm wrapped around TD's stomach.  Afraid
of getting his nuts crushed again TD did as he was
told and crossed his arms tightly on his chest.    He
was wearing those baggy cargo khaki pants  with plenty
of room in the crotch.  We could see Mike's hand
inside the pants pockets moving around in the crotch
area of TD's pants.   TD was situated  on Mike's lap
with his legs draped on the  outside of Mike's wide
spread legs.  He was quiet and looked very
apprehensive.  Mike got what he wanted inside there
and started wanking the new kid off.  This was a
familiar move to me from my early days with Mike.
He'd gotten me a few times and probably the other guys
too, but we didn't talk about it much.

TD squirmed again and got his nuts squeezed
again....so he stopped.    Tony, Joey and me were the
audience that day last winter.   Each of us was glad
this humiliation was happening to Tiny Dick and not to
us.  I have to confess I was getting a boner watching
how easily and completely Mike was dominating the
situation.   Tony kept wetting his lips with his
tongue and playing with himself.  Joey just frowned,
stared intently and spit every 15 or 20 seconds...just
 like he normally does.  I stood in such a way that my
boner didn't poke out the front of my pants and I
stared with my mouth hanging open.  After all, this
was not something you see every day....

Before long, with Mike stroking his tiny dick,  TD's
eyes got real big and shiny and he was blowing short
puffs of air out through his mouth as he scrunched his
face.  He was looking up at the sky when he started
making little squeaky sounds and then it was  "Please,
Mike stop..  Mike, Ah don't...".   The tip of Mike's
tongue was sticking out between his lips and he was
breathing in bursts through his nose.   In a
surprisingly  short period of time  TD pushed his head
back into Mike's shoulder and pressed the side of his
forehead against Mike's jaw and moaned.  This was
followed by TD going,  "Ohhhhh....Ahhh"   A small
circle of wet appeared at the crotch of his
pants....then a long "Ahhhhhh" from TD and the wet
spot spread and then spread again.

This kid has a tiny dick but apparently big balls and
they were generating a hell of a lot of spunk. He was
humping gently on Mike's lap by now with his eyes
closed tight and  he was taking long, deep  breaths.
Then he just collapsed limply against Mike who said,
"Did you just pee your pant, Tiny Dick?"  Joey shouted
out, "Tiny Dick just cam in his fooking pants".  Kids
from across the play ground looked over and frowned,
not believing what they'd just heard.... they stayed
where they were. We laughed and made fun of Tiny, but
as usual, in short order, he was laughing with us.
Tiny Dick was being such a good sport that everyone
ended up patting him on the back and squeezing the
back of his neck or rubbing his buzzed hair.   He
casually pulled his shirt tail out to cover up the
large cum stain on the front of his pants.  His face
never even got red.

After a little while Mike walked Tiny Dick off,
draping his arm over Tiny's shoulder while talking
quietly to him about God only knows what.  Mike had
done that to me after humiliating me on the boardwalk
last summer ..... that time he was pretending to give
me a spanking, with me laying over his lap, in front
of hundreds of people.  Tiny really hung close to Mike
after that first wanking and Mike wanked him twice
more in front of the guys within the next two week.
It certainly didn't look like Tiny Dick put up much of
a fight.  By now I was getting wicked jealous.  Tony
didn't look real happy either.  Then there was a
period, for a couple of weeks,  where Mike would drive
Tiny Dick off on his motorbike two or three times a
week.  When they showed up later   they both looked
like they had just gotten away with something.  For my
money, Tiny Dick stayed too close to Mike too much of
the time.  Yeah, I have to say that for a few weeks
neither Tony nor me were real happy with the Mike and
Tiny Dick act.

 I resisted asking Mike what was going on because Mike
did not put up with me questioning him.  Plus,  Mike
and me had continued our hot experimenting in
adolescent boyfriend sex ......as Mike referred to it.
 One day back then after school, as I was waiting for
the bus, I spotted Mike and Tony  on the other side of
the school grounds arguing.  It looked like they were
going to come to blows which would not work out well
for Tony.  By the time I ran over to them 'something'
had been resolved.  They didn't seem too happy with
each other for a couple of weeks.  That slowly faded
away.  The activity between Mike and Tiny Dick  faded
away too and then totally stopped.  Just like that it
was over.....  whatever "it" was.  Since then Tony and
Tiny are together a lot of the time.   I haven't heard
any of Tony's girl pick-up stories since then.
Whatever,   I'm grateful that Mike is not playing with
Tiny Dick anymore.  Really grateful because,  believe
me......that green headed monster called jealousy, is
a bitch to deal with!

We have all been getting along fantastically since
that incident happened about four or five mouths ago
now.  Tiny Dick has been a great addition to the gang.
 For example, his party tonight.   Before we headed
out to that party Mike wanted to stop at my house so
we could change out of our going-out-to-dinner dress
clothes.  These consisted of front-pleated  khaki long
pants and a button up the front shirt.  When we were
hanging up our clothes Mike mentioned that I looked
like I wanted to ask him something.  I knew exactly
what he wanted me to say so I didn't disappoint.... in
a pretend shy voice I said, "Oh yeah, can I please,
please suck your cock, Mike?"   He suppressed a
chuckle and pretending to be  exasperated said, "OK,
but make it quick!"  I did NOT make it quick and Mike
eventually growled out, "Jeez , Richie.. grab that
lube and get on all fours.  Now you got me horny for
screwing that tight hole of yours..... god damn you!"
I reached over for the creamy Vaseline to give to Mike
 and then dropped my hands to the floor.  I'm always
naked when I suck Mike's cock and I'd already been on
my knees.  Mike was only kidding about being mad... he
loved to fuck me doggy style....  I kind of loved it
myself.

There is very little foreplay when I'm on all
fours........ the foreplay had been  me sucking on his
cock for 10 minutes.  Mike grabs my skinny hips and
positions his rock hard lubed-up boner at my hole and
when I feel it there I try to think "be relaxed"....he
pushes the fat head of his cock in me as I stifle a
scream and he pushes all the way in and then slowly
all the way out.  It hurts like hell, but not for
long.  After my rather bizarre experience with our
neighbor Tom Brown, I'd suggested to Mike some time
ago that he try slapping my ass when he's fucking me.
Mike caught onto this idea real quick.   It gets Mike
very hot and it gets his cock as hard as a pipe.
He'd methodically push his pipe deep inside my hole
and as he's pulling it  out he'll slaps my ass hard.
This goes on for 5 to 10 minutes, but when he really
gets into the fuck he eliminates the slapping part and
just holds on to me and  rabbits in and out of my hole
as fast as he can go.   We haven't learned to be
patient yet...we rush to our climaxes........
squirming and squealing.

Mike has told me how hot he gets from smacking my ass
and I sometimes wonder if I should ask him to
reproduce the experience that Tom Brown gave me.  Of
course that would mean I'd have to tell him about the
Tom Brown affair and I'm not inclined to do that just
yet.  The affair I'm referring to happened last
February or March.  The entire thing lasted only a
couple hours.   So far,  a one time only thing.   He'd
forced me to accept a very painful spanking from
him.....  but after the spanking Tom did a number of
things that gave me tons of pleasure resulting in a
wild climax.  Really made me feel special and pushed
the spanking part way in the background of my
mind......Tom has a real talent with that spanking
fetish of his.

 I've never been brave enough to ask Tom for another
spanking........ and he was emphatic that that is the
only way it can happen.  I have to ASK him to  please
give me the  hard, bare-ass spanking.  Then the
pleasure things he can do would follow that.  Tom
Brown will be moving out of the neighborhood this
summer so  my temptation to ask him will soon be gone.

This night, on all fours with the pain from Mike's
initial penetration fading,  I first anticipate and
then feel the  whack on my ass from Mike's open hand.
It's not a pretend smack....it's hard and it stings!
He's pulling his fat boner out of my hole when the
loud smack sound and simultaneous sting of pain comes
and  I  involuntarily grunt with each smack ........
then he drives his fat boner all the way back in and I
go "Ahhh..Ohh"  and then the slow retraction  and....
smack!  If I don't react to the smacks.... Mike makes
them harder and harder; .....just like my boner gets.
   I buck each time he smacks my ass  and it all gets
Mike hotter and hotter....then the rabbiting of my
hole when Mike can't hold out any longer..... I can't
hold off  either and  shoot off a long, strong  stream
of cum followed by other smaller ones......and then
that erotic squishy feeling in my hole as Mike empties
his nuts of spunk deep inside me....that spunk is soon
running out of my hole and drooling down my thighs as
I pant and try to come down off that fabulous climax
high......

And this time, before TD's party,  was no different.
After he's shot his load, Mike either lays on my back
or pulls out and sits on my back as he calms down and
enjoys the after effect of a hot climax.  I stay up on
my knees but rest my head on my forearms as I enjoy
the feel of Mike's body on my back.  This time he
stayed inside me and laying on my back, out of breath,
he said in my ear...."Richie, want to hang around here
and do it again in a little while?"  I said, "Sure."
That's what we did which caused us to pull up to TD's
place late....it was after 10pm.  There were many more
kids at the party than just our gang....word of a
'parent-less party' spreads like wild fire.  We knew
most of the kids even though we didn't hang-out with
them.   Quite a few of the kids were already drunk...
including a number of girls.  "Why the fuck do all the
huge, fat  girls insist on wearing tight spandex
clothing that shows off the rolls of fat around their
stomachs and hips?" Mike muttered to me.  I said,
"What?"

We met up with our guys and right away Mike had to
brake-up what could have been a nasty situation
between Kyle and one of the  A & F snobs.  The dispute
involved the snob's girlfriend and Kyle's repeated use
of the word "cunt".   The music was loud and a lot of
kids were dancing and a lot of others were yelling and
it was pretty much bedlam.   Mike mediated for Kyle
and the snob and when that crisis was over we got big
plastic cups of beer.  Soon there was a ten person
drinking game going on.  When you lost a round you had
to chug directly from the keg's spigot which was on
the end of a short hose.  It was funny to see the
girls try to gulp right from the spigot hose for the
allotted count of ten....beer was coming out of their
noses and gushing out of their mouths almost as fast
as it went in.  Lots of hooting and hollering going
on....no small amount of throwing up too.  The girls
insisted on playing the game with the guys  and they
kept losing and having to chug from the keg.  All the
guys used sports references in the game and the girls
were lost.  Finally it was just four guys left which
is too few to have any fun with so we quit, but the
game had got us all high.......higher than a kite can
fly           ...oh me, oh my..

Around 11:30 I went in the wrong door while trying to
find a bathroom and after all this time I finally saw
Tiny Dick's tiny dick.  Tony was sucking it.....TD saw
me come in, but Tony had his back to me and was
oblivious. I put my finger to my lips in the "Shhhhh"
way to TD and backed out of the room.  Tiny's boner
was less than four inches long and not too much
thicker than my index finger.  No matter the size, I
had a boner in my pants watching the blow job for just
those 5 seconds or so.  Tony and Tiny......I'll never
tell.  Not even when I'm sober.

Mike and me were mostly sober the next morning laying
in my bed together, but what a couple of hangovers we
had.  We were so drunk the night before we'd nearly
had an accident on the motorbike getting home.  When
we did make it safely to bed Mike wanted me to suck
his cock.    I started doing that while I was thinking
about Tony sucking on Tiny's little cock .....it was
getting me hard and then I realized Mike had  fallen
asleep.  I thought I was going to keep sucking him
anyway, but I fell asleep too.  So the booze conquered
the sex.   I made a note to myself to remember that
fact the next time I wanted one more drink.

That morning after the party, as I lay in bed with
that wicked hangover, all I could think of was "God
help TD when his parents see the condition of their
house".   By the time that wild party was over it was
not a pretty sight.  I made the mistake of mentioning
this to Mike and even as hard as my head ached he
still made me call TD to see if we could come over and
help him clean up the mess.  TD was so grateful for
our help that Mike told me to call the other guys and
we all went over and under the stern eye of Tiny
Dick's mother we cleaned and picked-up trash, broken
bottles etc  and mopped and swept.........and it all
sucked!!  It was two hours before  Mrs Dwight would
say, " OK .. Thank you, boys!  You sure saved Tucker's
ass big time!!  You all did a great job.  I might even
forgive you all for trying to destroy our home."
I guess that was suppose to be funny....

While we were cleaning TD kept looking at me with
pleading eyes and obviously he was worried that I'd
told someone about him and Tony.   Finally I whispered
to him "Hey man....last night,  that's your business.
No problem.   It's cool!"   Oh, what a smile I got
from that sweet kid.  I wouldn't do anything to hurt
him and I almost could forgive Mike for doing whatever
it was he'd done with TD some months ago.....almost.
I wondered for a brief moment what it would be like to
do something with Tiny......maybe with Mike involved
too.

This might surprise you, but Mike and I had a little
experience with three way boyfriend experimental sex.
 Yeah, we did..... it was when we visited that cute
kid that shared Mike's  hospital room after the
stabbing fiasco.  Donny Something-or-other was his
name.   He's a year and a half or so younger than Mike
and me.  I'd given him his first blow job.....
apparently it wasn't his last one though.  It seems he
and his cousin have been doing their own experiments
in adolescent cousin's sex.   They'd been camping out
this past winter and "come out" to each other.  Donny
is super hot and I thought about that three-way
experience with a great fondness....I thought about it
often.  We never met the cousin because he was too
sick with the flu.  That's a shame because he sounded
hot too.  His name was 'Puppy' or something like that.
 Mike and me both want to get together with Donny
again...his cousin too if possible.  It was reassuring
to me that I personally knew a few other kids doing
the same kind of hot sex experiments that Mike and I
were doing.  Speaking of that, I'm not sure why, but
I'm holding off telling Mike about the blow job of
Tiny Dick by Tony.  I wanted to think about it for a
bit first.

We survived our hangovers and the clean-up of TD's
place......barely.  Everyone stayed in the night after
the party recuperating and then there it was......the
first Monday of summer vacation.   Mike had to ride
out to the farm where his mother worked to sign up for
part time work again this summer.  My job was still to
do everything in my Dad's place that he use to pay  a
cleaning service to do.  Now he paid me to do it.
Plus, I run the errants and get my Dad's stuff for
breakfast each morning.  Other than those chores Dad
told me that during the summer I should just  enjoy
the rest of the day with my friends.   He use to slap
my face but now, instead,  he hugs my shoulders.  That
is an awesome display of affections from my Dad.   I
did my chores while Mike was at the farm and then when
he got back we went up on the boardwalk to have lunch
and mess around.

Wildwood was filling up as the summer residence began
returning.  By the third week in June we will have
trouble moving because this place will be so over run
with Summer tourist.  Up on the boards some of the
guys showed up and we had a blast talking about TD's
party.  Tony lisped that Tiny Dick was grounded for
the first two days of summer vacation because of the
mess at his house.  If we hadn't cleaned up it would
have been a much longer punishment.  I stared at Tony
until he said, "Why you staring at me, Richie?"  Then
I knew that Tiny Dick had not told Tony about me
walking in on their blow job.   I just shook my head
at Tony and I listened to all the guys trying to out
do each other describing the absurd things each of
them had done at Tiny Dick's party.  Lots of
exaggeration going on to be sure.  Everything was
funny...we felt cool and hot and happy to be
us........

As the summer days lazily pass by  our routine
followed pretty much what we did last summer.   Most
of us had some sort of part time job to take care of.
After that we'd meet in the afternoon for a few hours
on the boardwalk and then again for a few hours at
night.    We made fun of people walking the boards and
we made fun of each other.  We all tried to pick up
girls.   We also worked hard at  looking cool for the
other guys who were also walking the boards  trying to
pick up girls..  and look cool.  We rode the rides and
ate the food and played miniature golf and went to
water parks once in a while.  We mostly enjoyed being
with each other and the boardwalk served as a fabulous
backdrop for that....

Most of us had turned 17 by now and we knew this will
be our last year of focusing on the boardwalk.
Seventeen is the outside age to  constantly hang and
goof on the boards.  We didn't discuss that....we just
all knew it.  We didn't say "let's make this a really
good summer" either, but we all wanted to do that and
enjoy our last hurrah on the boards.  We'd have to
grow-up next year and do something else in the summer.
 Eighteen year olds, if their cool, do not hang out
all summer on the boardwalk.  We'd have to turn it
over to the new 'kings of the boards' .... the coming
of age mid teens........Fuck!

Near the end of the first week of summer vacation six
of us are on the boardwalk checking out Kyle's new
toy.  It's a whoopee cushion that Kyle's little
brother got as a gag birthday gift.  Kyle immediately
confiscated it and was developing an act  that he
hoped will be  extremely annoying to the tourist.
Kyle does not look like the nefarious naughty boy that
he, in fact, is....      He has a mouthful of braces,
the light brown haired buzz cut, freckles across his
nose.......he's really skinny and he always has a look
on his face that conveys a desire to be helpful.
Believe me, Kyle does not want to help you.  In
addition, when Kyle speaks,  foul language flows from
his mouth.... lots of curse words.

He practiced with the farting toy and adjusted the
valve to create different farting sounds.   He was
ready to go when he spotted an  over weight man and
woman walking together towards us.  When they were one
step past us Kyle steps down hard on the paper bag
that the whoopee cushion was hidden in and this long,
very loud and unmistakable sound of a rolling fart can
be heard over everything else.  Kyle looks around with
a puzzled, but helpful, look on his face...  Joey
plays his part by pinching his nose while subtlety
looking at and kind of pointing at the fat guy and
girl.  The rest of us go  "Euuu/Yuck!   Gross
...hey, you set the back of your pants on fire!"
And things to that affect.    The fat couple get red
in the face and to the best of their ability hurry
away shaking their heads "No".

We, of course,  go into hysterics and plan for our
next victim.  We get old guys unmercifully and some of
them get feisty and yell out at us to 'grow-up' or
'wipe that silly ass grin off your face you fresh
punk' or they'll say something like, 'that's real
original you delinquents'  and stuff like that.  This
is just the kind of reaction we want and we laugh all
the harder.   Kyle, and his innocent face, never gets
blamed.  Mac gets accused of being the 'farter' many
times....perhaps because he's on the chubby side.  He
always says, "I didn't do anything...it was him" or
"it was her" and he points to an innocent bystander
walking by.

Kyle's best acts were the patient ones where he'd sit
on a bench with the whoopee cushion under one thigh,
waiting patiently for an unsuspecting woman or fat
person or older grumpy looking person to sit down next
to him.  The rest of us are along the railing next to
the bench pretending we don't know Kyle.  A victim
sits down and Kyle  bears down hard on that fart
machine and out comes a motorboat rumbling
fart....Kyle jumps up and goes "Jesus Christ, pal..."
as everyone looks over at the startled victim who
starts shaking their head "No" again.  All victims do
pretty much the same thing.  The guys along the
railing call more attention to the victim by going...
"Gross"  That's disgusting!"  "Yuck!"  and stuff like
that as we stare at the victim on the bench.  No one
notices Kyle whip the whoopee cushion behind his back
hiding it from view.

This childish endeavor kept us rolling with laughter
for three nights in a row and then we started noticing
the same victim we'd gotten a night or two before.
The whoopee cushion was put away for later use.  The
tourist were constantly changing every couple of
weeks.  We had plenty of other tried and true acts to
torture the innocent tourist with, strictly for our
enjoyment and laughter, of course..... When that got
boring we turned on each other...all in the name of
laughs.  And then there was the pick-up attempts.
Always trying to get a hot girl to agree to a date
or..... if you're really lucky,  a walk on the beach
with you for a make-out and maybe even a feel-up.
Some of the guys tried harder at this than others.
Torturing victims was much more successful than the
pick-up moves.   I was easily discouraged and wouldn't
try very hard.   Mike was successful when he wanted to
be because of his unbelievable good looks,  but he was
always claiming that this girl was to short or that
girl was too fat or had a big nose or her tits were
too small or.... something was wrong with her.  Mike
was very particular.  In other words, it was all
'business as usual' this year for us on the
boardwalk......

The end of the second week of summer vacation Mike
said he had to talk with me.  We took a walk down off
the boardwalk onto the beach and walked near the ocean
carrying our sandals.  Mike said he knew I was going
to pitch a fit and pout and be sad, but he had to take
off for 10 days starting the day after tomorrow.  His
brother, Danny, was done his initial training and was
graduating to the next rank up in the Coast Guards.
Or some such thing.  Mike, his mother, his cousin and
his aunt were taking a train to the Coast Guard base
at  San Diego, California to see Danny graduate and
visit with him for a few days.  Danny had begged Mike
to come see him as this would be their last chance to
do it this summer.   When the crops start getting
ready for harvesting at the farm where Mike and his
Mom work.....well,  getting off work then was out of
the question.  It was now or never and Mike wanted to
see Danny.  He was very tight with Danny...he loved
him, he said, as much as he loved me.  I don't know if
he threw that in to soften me up or if he really meant
it, but I liked hearing it in either case.

What could I say.  Of course he should go see his
brother graduate.  We  both knew I couldn't go because
the train fare was high and, to be honest....I didn't
want to go.  If it was just Mike and me going.... well
then,  absolutely I'd want to go.  But with his
mother,  aunt and cousin going too it wasn't worth it.
  Mike knows how much he means to me though so he was
worried how I might react with him being away for ten
days.  I tried to react at least as well as a ten year
old would and I think I almost made it.  We had a
loving and sexual farewell the last night and then he
was off on another adventure.

I missed him immediately.  It was like a living
thing....the way I missed him.  Ironically, it was a
presence in the house...Mike wasn't here.  I had
trouble catching my breath sometimes.  I talked to
myself and tried to get myself  to grow the fuck up.
It was a constant struggle not to mope around, but I
fought that urge all the time.  The guys helped me a
lot by just being there.  They knew how I idolized
Mike so they took a little pity and paid extra
attention to me.  Even Mac was nicer than usual.  I
was down to six days until Mike's return .........that
took us to

.....the third Monday of the summer.   Unexpectedly
Tiny Dick asked me if I'd do a favor for him.   It was
no big thing....TD's relatives lived  in Wildwood
Crest.  Their refrigerator had stopped working and a
Sears repairman would be out to fix it sometime
between 1pm and 5pm on Tuesday.  Tiny Dick's Aunt and
Uncle both worked and so they were paying him $20 to
hang around that afternoon at their house to let the
repair man in.  TD wanted me to keep him company.
There was a swimming pool at the house so we could
have a swim.........and he'd split the $20 with me.
It sounded like a pretty good deal to me.
.....I was happy to do it.  I know he would have asked
Tony, but Tony was working that afternoon.

Tiny Dick had his mother's little VW convertible and
we got to his Aunt's place just after 1pm.  The Sears
van was already parked in the driveway.  TD let the
repair man in and the guy  fixed the refrigerator in
ten minutes and was gone.  As TD handed me a ten
dollar bill he said, "WOW, we really had to work our
balls off for this ten bucks, didn't we?"    I wiped
imaginary sweat off my forehead...... and then
suggested we might as well go for a swim since we're
here anyway.  The pool wasn't huge....it was fifteen
feet by thirty feet and the deepest part was six feet.
 Not too much chance I'd drown.  Both TD and me were
already wearing bathing suits.   T-shirt and sandals
rounded out our outfits.  We left our wallets, T
shirts and sandals on a deck chair and did
cannonballs into the pool.

It was a bright sun shiny day about 84 degrees.
Perfect summer weather.  We swam for 20 minutes and
then raided TD's Aunts refrigerator for beers.  After
almost two years of forcing beer down to get high most
of us guys had finally developed a taste for it.
There were three cases of beer in the garage so we
replaced the cold beers from the refrigerator with
ones from the garage so the Aunt wouldn't immediately
notice missing beers.  We smoked and drank and
swam....it was fun and relaxing.  After three beers
each the conversation turned to Mike.

Tiny Dick asked me if Mike did any of that wanking
stuff to me when I was the new kid in the gang.  I
wanted Tiny to know that Mike gave me as  much and
maybe more attention, when I was the new kid,  than
he'd given to him.  I embellished the things Mike had
done to me.  It got to the point that I'd tell Tiny
something and Tiny would, in a very friendly way, tell
me something back that Mike had done to him that was
even more exotic then what I'd described.  We got into
a little competition...... almost.

Finally, at a lull in our conversation TD said, "I
kind of liked all that stuff Mike did to me.  Did you
like it when he did stuff to you, Richie?"   I avoided
that question and asked one of my own, "What did you
like more, Tiny  ..... Mike's stuff or Tony sucking
you off?"  Tiny Dick laughed and asked, "Have you ever
been sucked off ?"  I said that that was personal shit
and that I didn't kiss and tell....so ta speak.  We
were talking in a friendly manner and we smirked at
each other as we avoided answering each others
questions.  It was totally all in good fun, but we
were getting a little bit drunk.  "Let's get another
beer and hop back in the pool" was Tiny's
suggestion..... and that's what we did.

This time, in between swigs of beer, we started rough
housing with each other a little bit.   Wading around
in the four foot deep end of the pool we'd swig from
the beer bottles then put the bottles on the pool
ledge.  We were dunking each other and wet wrestling.
We both got in a lot of touching and hugging as we
pretended to wrestle..... the wet slippery body
contact was awesome.  I thought it was sexy and I
already knew Tiny Dick was into a little bit of
friendship sex because I'd seen Tony sucking his tiny
dick.   TD's tight smooth body was small,  but also
strong and hot.  It was obvious that Tiny wasn't shy
about body contact and that he also wasn't shy about
playing a little rough.  He hurt me a few times with
his wrestling holds.....nothing serious, but he
certainly wasn't intimidated by my extra size.  Tiny
had a confident manner about him that I attributed to
the beers.  He got more provocative with his touching
and groping the longer we went at it.   I could feel
my boner in my swim trunks.  It was pointing straight
up and as we struggled against each other, I could
feel Tiny Dick's boner too.

I had TD around his neck ready to dunk him when he
reached around my waist with both his arms and hugged
me to his body for maybe 10 seconds.  It was not a
wrestling hold....it was a hug and actually seemed
longer than 10 seconds as my cock got hard as stone.
He is short,  but has a fabulous natural tight toned
body that I'd be proud to have. Tiny Dick's cock stuck
straight out from his crotch....a four inch spike.  It
poked my thigh.    I dipped down in the water and when
I straightened up I captured his spike in between our
bodies....it was between my crotch and his belly  and
I forced it to point up so the bottom of mine could
rub against the top of his.  TD giggled and slid both
his hands down off my hips and inside the back of my
swim trunks.   He grabbed a handful of my ass cheeks
in each hand and squeezed hard and it hurt, but then
he massaged the hurt out of each cheek roughly and did
it all over again.  I was captivated by this totally
unexpected display of dominate behavior.   I blew out
a long breath and squirmed against his hot little
boner.

TD was at least four inches shorter than me so the top
of his head was level with my nose.  Looking at his
face this close up I could see his fair, blemish free
skin in all it's glory.  He had the same type of pale,
clean complexion that Mike has.  Very sexy!  He buried
his face in the side of my neck and sucked at my neck
and shoulder causing me to shudder and blow snorts of
air out my nose.  He was using his lips and tongue at
first, but then I felt his teeth and he gave me little
quick bites that hurt and then faded away.  I was
squirming against him and the sensations buzzed around
my body.  All this time with his hands down the back
of my swim trunks he was rubbing and pushing into my
hole letting tiny bits of pool water enter with each
push.  It was feeling a little squishy down there and
I began going up on my toes with each push at my hole
and then  TD, all at once,  pushed his middle finger
two knuckles deep up into my hole.    I was up on my
toes as far as I could go now and  I scrunched my face
tight and moaned, blowing more air out my nose.   He
fucked me with his finger.

 This is a move that little Donny whats-his-name did
to me during our 3-way with Mike last spring so I was
familiar with the feel of it.  I was happy to go along
with it too, no problem.  My hands had been holding TD
around his neck and I let them slide down his back
hugging him tighter to me.  I was thrilled with his
fantastic slippery body. I could feel his head looking
up so I leaned my head down and our mouths met as
naturally as if we did it every day.  Our tongues
lapped against each other.  Breathing became
difficult.

Tiny Dick was not frantic with his kissing.  He seemed
to know exactly what he wanted to do and soon the head
of my cock had that buzzing feeling that told me pre
cum was leaking.  Everything about this kid was yummy.
 In the warm water all my sensations seemed different
and brand new.  We kissed and rubbed the sides of our
faces against each other moaning softly as we
continued to inhale each other's odor.  TD whispered
for me to let go of him for a second and when I did he
used the finger he had in my hole to guide me to turn
around and, with my back to him,  he hugged me with
his left arm around my stomach up tight against his
belly.  He was slowly twirling his finger in my hole
and I could feel some more of the pool water lapping
around up my widened hole.

In a authoritarian voice Tiny said, "I'm getting out
of my swim trucks, Richie.  You just stay where you
are!"     I liked the way Tiny Dick  sounded .... it
excited me.  It also made me smile and want to play
along with him.  He threw his trunks up on the pool
deck and roughly pulled my suit down just below my ass
cheeks.  Using his new 'macho' voice he ordered me to,
"Bend your knees...squat down a little more."  As he
gave me that order he was pulling me down by forming a
hook with the finger that was up my hole and pulling
on it.   "That's good.  Stay just like that...."  Tiny
kept up that bossy voice and I could feel my dick get
even harder.  He put his little boner against my hole
and said, "Lean forward more"...when I did he held
onto my waist and pushed his entire four inch boner
into me.  It hurt some, but not nearly as much as Mike
 hurts me when he does the same thing.  The pool water
helped with the entry.  It felt so different with all
that warm water surrounding us..

Initially I was surprised as hell that TD was fucking
me.  Then I thought, "Well, am I stupid!  What did I
think he was getting me positioned for?"   I wasn't at
all mad.  In fact,  I was enjoying our adventure.
This felt good and like Mike says...we're just
experimenting in adolescent boyfriend sex.  Right?
Plus it did appear, from what TD inferred,  that Mike
had already done some experimenting along these lines
with Tiny Dick months ago.  The bulb on the end of
TD's boner was much larger around than the shaft of
his boner and as he pushed in and pulled almost out of
my hole the sensation all along my tunnel was
fabulous.  I hadn't seen the fat bulbous head of his
cock at the party, just the shaft...  the head was
being sucked on by Tony at the time.  His firm swollen
cock head was a good size  to routinely stimulate my
prostrate button and I was pushing back on his thrusts
and really feeling sooooo good.

TD said nothing.   Instead he got a small piece of
skin on my ass cheek between his thumb and index
finger and pinched that small bit of flesh hard......
I screamed out in pain.  TD held onto that little
piece of my ass and said, "Don't push back on my cock,
Richie.  Just remain very still.   In case you don't
know what's going on here, I'm fucking you with my
cock.....you are not using my cock to fuck yourself.
There is a big difference that you need to understand.
When I want you to move or change position I'll let
you know.   Do you think you can handle that?"

It is impossible to believe how much that pinch had
caught me by surprise and how much it hurt.
Unbelievable!   I was confused,  but I mumbled "Yeah,
OK...That really hurt though.  Don't do that again."
TD pinched it even harder this time and I cried out in
pain,  but this time the unexpected sharp pain caused
me to lose control of my bladder and I peed into the
pool water...my cock had gone limp from the pinches.
Tiny confidently said, "Richie,  don't tell me what to
do and, in fact,  don't say anything.  I'll pinch you
if you talk or move.   I'd rather not have to pinch
you again so do what I tell you.  OK?"  I said "Yes.
OK...I'll be quiet and still."  My response surprised
me, but for right then I absolutely did not want
another one of those fucking pinches.

Tiny established a steady rhythm of humping my
hole.... nothing special or unique, but it apparently
was exactly how he wanted to do it because he was
grunting and sighing and saying, "This is very good...
you've  got a good cunt for fucking."  His 'cunt'
remark was out of line, but it all did begin feeling
incredibly hot and my cock was getting hard and
feeling good once more.  Being dominated by Tiny Dick
was a surprizingly big turn on to me and his cock was
giving me a hell of a good screwing.  It took a lot of
self control not to push back on him.  I wanted it all
to go faster.  My cock started  twitching and I
reached down to wank it but TD grabbed my wrist and
said "No!".  Oh boy did I need to cum, but 'no' means
'no' so I didn't touch my boner.  Shortly I got to
really breathing heavily and I said "I'm going to cum,
Tiny. I can't hold off"  He said, " No,  find a way to
hold off until I give you permission to cum.  It's
simple, Richie, don't cum yet... and tighten your
fucking pussy ring too ......yeah,  and another thing
while we're at it,  you call be "Tucker".   When I'm
fucking you, you call me by my real name.  Got it?"
He continued to have that small piece of my ass skin
between his finger and thumb ready to pinch if I
disobeyed.   Somehow I didn't cum...... maybe I was a
little afraid of him...I was definitely afraid of
another pinch.

My climax was almost there, the cum was pushing up my
boner and that feeling is the best there is, but I
somehow continued to hold off  as I said, "Yes,
Tucker.  I got it."   My buttocks felt like they were
going to cramp up because I was trying so hard to
tighten my ring like he wanted.  Tucker seemed more
pleased with me now that I'd acknowledged his orders
and he said, "That's my boy, Richie....hold back your
cum and keep your pussy ring tight!  Try to tighten it
a little more than that.  You can do it.  Don't worry,
I take care of my boys.  You'll be fine."  I was
thinking, 'his boys'?

 He reached around and fondled my pubes which, as I
looked down through the clear water,  I could see were
floating around my aching boner and  away from my
belly.  Unexpectedly Tucker then grabbed hold of my
boner in a tight fist and stroked it fast.
Immediately cum flew out as I squealed  calling out
"Oh my God ....... AHH Ahhh  OHHH God!" and he milked
my balls dry.  I had spit out saliva all around my
mouth when I squealed out to him and it was running
down my chin.  He casually wiped his cummy hand under
my balls, on my belly and in my pubes.....

I knew immediately when he shot his load.  It was
after quick humping me for a steady three minutes
right after he'd milked me dry.   I knew when he
climaxed because I could feel how his cum  had lubed
the penetrations and he was slipping in and out easily
now.  He let out a long whistling sound and then
leaning up against me and standing on his toes he
started with his lips against my neck with the licking
and sucking again.  Then he opened his mouth and did
six or eight little, fast, hard  bites just like he'd
done earlier.... his teeth snapping on the back of my
neck and my shoulders.  It happened fast.  At least
one of the bites broke the skin because drops of blood
dripped down on my left nipple.  All the bites hurt,
but still I  got chills all over my body....... I was
shuddering involuntarily as we stood there in the warm
water.  Neither of us said anything.  That electric
buzzing feeling was all around my stomach and crotch
and legs.  I watched stupidly as my cum floated away
slowly up against the pool wall.

Finally Tucker said, "Richie, that was hot.  What'd
you think?"  I just said, "I'm bleeding."  Tucker,
Tiny or whatever I'm suppose to call him ignored that
comment.  He preceded to tell me what was going to
happen next.  "OK, I'm going to stay inside you until
I get hard again.   That won't take too long.   Then
I'm going to give you a rough fucking.  For now,
you're going to take little slide steps over to the
wall near that 'three foot deep' sign where you'll get
a firm grip on the ledge.  That's it...easy now, I
don't want my cock slipping out of you."  He chuckled
and added,  " I'd have to pinch you again if that
happened."  Hearing that I slowed down and took
shorter slide steps.  It was only about six feet to
reach the side of the pool.

"OK, good.  Hold onto the ledge and bend over.  I want
to do you in sort of a 'doggy style' this time."  I
could feel his cock boning up inside me already.
That's impressive and I really liked the almost
hypnotized state I felt  I was in.   My cock was
firming up too as Tucker rubbed my body.....first my
nipples and then down my chest to my belly and finally
my pubic area and my balls and my hardening cock.  "I
like your body, Richie...tall and thin.  Back up some
more..  Little more...Little more...Yes, just like
that.....  you'll need a firm hold on the ledge.
Don't let go."  This was getting to be a more
uncomfortable position each step I took away from the
side of the pool.   Tucker had me spread my feet wide
apart and now they were so far away from the wall I
had to use mostly my toes and fingers to hold me up.
There was much more pressure on my arms to keep me
from falling face first in the water.

Tucker had all the leverage and power over me.  When
he was satisfied I was totally at his mercy he took
one of my nuts in each of his hands and  began
exerting pressure.  He was standing inside my spread
legs with his boning cock up inside me.  He'd randomly
pump my hole as his boner grew larger inside me.   At
first the pressure on my nuts from his squeezes was
just uncomfortable,  but soon  got to be painful.

"Try not to make make a sound, Richie.  See if you can
learn to take a little punishment pain.  OK?"   And he
squeezed harder.  I tried to think what hurts
worse.... the squeezed nuts or the pinch I was afraid
he'd give me if I squirmed or said something.  He
said, "Good boy....that's very good.  Stay quiet with
this too!"   and he gave one last hard squeeze and I
peed the rest of the beer out of my bladder into the
pool ...right through my semi-hard penis.  I'd let out
a yelp too.  The head of my cock burned from the pee
stream or the chlorine or something.  I took a deep
breath but didn't say anything.  "Very good boy,
Richie!"  was all Tucker said.  I fet proud to get the
compliment......

 I could feel his cock was hard as a steel rod now.
He was satisfied with everthing apparently and  he
began fucking my ass.  He was dipping down with his
hips and driving his cock up and then sideways into
me.  It was all I could do to keep from losing hold of
the pool ledge.   This was not the slow rhythm of the
first fuck,  but rather a rough physical fuck.  He was
squeezing my ass cheeks painfully during the entire
fuck.  I was moaning and squirming, barely under
control.    Tucker's entire act had me aroused big
time and after a while I felt the unmistakable need to
cum again.   It was so difficult to keep the spunk in
my balls, but I was determined to get another
compliment from Tucker so I ached with the effort.
Just when I thought I'd burst he reached around and
grabbed my boner and once again wanked me off and I
shot off a second creamy spunk load....with tears and
mucus running down my face.  This whole thing hit me
as being totally erotic!    I was blubbering and
humping my hips as best I could in that impossible
position.  For the first time that I can remember I
shot out as much  spunk in a follow-up climax as I'd
shot out in the earlier one.

When I was shooting my load Tucker reached around
under my belly and helped support me with his arms or
I would have fallen face down in the water.  He let me
adust my feet a tiny bit closer to the wall so my feet
were almost flat on the pool bottom. All during my
climax he was holding me tight saying "Good boy...good
boy..good boy" in this soothing voice like I was his
child and I'd just thrown up some bad food or
something.  Crazy as it seems I did feel like a little
kid and I was grateful to Tucker for keeping me from
losing my grip on the ledge...and taking care of me.
After I calmed down he asked, "You OK now Richie?"  I
was beat but I nodded my head that I was OK.  Tucker
took his arms from around my belly and holding onto my
hips he humped me for a good three minutes at a fast
pace.  "This feels awesome", he said to himself.

"Ok,  Let me feel you tighten that pussy ring again".
I clenched my ass muscles as hard as I could and
Tucker pumped me a couple of times and said, "You can
do better than that.  Don't make me go back to the
pinching.  We're past that aren't we.  Now tighten
up."  Every ounce of strength I had went into
tightening my hole and Tucker tried a few pumps and
said "Good...keep it tight."  He rubbed his hands up
and down my sides, without humping me but with his
cock fully in me,  continually saying to keep it
tight.  My face was scrunched-up with the effort.
Sweat covered my face as he lazily rubbed up and down
my sides and down my back all the time telling me in
that soothing voice to "keep it tight".

I could feel the bulb, the head of his cock, expanding
inside of me as his complete control of me appeared to
aroused him more and more.   He said "Here we go, Boy"
and he leaned down on my back and wrapped his arms
around my belly again and fucked me faster and harder
than seemed possible.   My tightened ring preventing
the swollen tulip shaped head of his cock from
slipping out of my hole.   He just ram rodded in and
out hitting my ring with force each time he came close
to pulling out of me.  His fat cock head was all over
my prostrate and the lightening speed of his
penetrations had me grunting and moaning and drolling
and seeing stars.

Tucker was grunting and groaning with his efforts too,
 but he soon began making squealing sounds and I
actually felt his cum stream explode inside me.  The
lubercating effect of his sperm now allowed his cock
head to slip out of my hole right past the tight ring,
 but he was driving it right back in along with some
pool water.  This went on for about a minute even
after he'd shot out his load.   Then he slowed down
like a big old locomotive slowly but surely  coming
into the station to a full stop.  I could feel his
heart pounding against my back.  Then I noticed my own
heart thundering against my chest.  I had another
boner, but I was short on spunk at the moment....

He pulled out of me and pool water went up my
distended hole and cleaned out some of the cum.  My
urine and both our spunk shots mixed in with the
chlorine water and slowly disappeared.  Everything
seemed quiet and calm.  The sun was bright and a small
breeze had picked up.  It was a normal day in a normal
world although it didn't seem that way not too long
ago.

Tucker helped me straighten up.  He turned me around
and said, "Jesus H Christ,   my cock is wicked
sensitive.  What a friggin workout, huh?" Tucker was
talking with a laugh in his voice.   I thought to
myself, forget about your cock feeling sensitive...how
about my hole!    It was really sore.....as sore as
Mike had ever made it.  I didn't think I'd better say
anything....at least until Tucker indicated we were
done for now.   But, wait a minute..... Tucker looked
just like the regular Tiny Dick always looked.   I
don't know why I was surprised by that ...... he had
his normal "Don't be mad at me" smile on.  I shook my
head coming back to reality and said, "Your tiny dick
is sore?  Are you shitting me?  I couldn't even feel
it inside me."  He laughed and called me an asshole.
We pulled ourselves up on the side of the pool.  Tiny
got us a couple of towels.



We took a pull on our beers but they were warm.  Yuck.
 We quickly agreed that today is going to be our
secret.  Tucker wanted to know how many experiences
like this I'd already had.  I told him "Zero".  But he
persisted and said he didn't mean how many times did I
get fucked in a swimming pool.  He meant how many
times had I been fucked in any fashion at all.  I
pleaded the fifth....saying again that I don't kiss
and tell.  He said that that told him everything he
needed to know anyway. He evaded my questioning of him
about this same topic so, in the end,  we didn't know
any more about each other than we'd known before
today.....  except that we knew what we'd done
together.

It was still early in the afternoon, but I was
thinking we both sort of wanted to get away and think
about what happened and what it meant and all.  At
least that's the way I felt.  Tiny must have felt
differently though because he  said, "Listen, Richie.
It would be too easy to just not talk about this and
pretend it never happened.  Let's not do that.   I'd
really love to think we can carry  forward with some
sexy fun in the future....our secret, of course.
We've had a fabulous start.  Don't ya think?"  He was
so earnest and sincere, which was normal for
him....like he wanted approval.   But after that pool
experience...  I now thought, even though he seems to
be just like his old self,   he  maybe did look a
little different to me.  Actually, he looked "hot" to
me.  I looked at his mouth and wanted to taste him
again.... feel his sexy body again...  listen to his
bossy voice again and..... sure,  all the rest of it
too.

I could feel a real attraction to him.  At least to
that dominate side of him!    and him being so little
and almost shy and all...to think I was so easily
dominated by him.......it was a mighty big turn-on
alright.  The number he'd done on my ass hole.  Holy
shit!  I hope I can walk.  But then I thought about
Mike and decided I should think about this.  It was a
serious thing and maybe I was being disloyal to
Mike.... who I loved.  I know that Mike had done some
stuff with Tiny Dick and I know the hot time Mike and
me had out West with that Donny kid so it wasn't as if
Mike and I were exclusive to each other.  Still,
common sense...... after Tom Brown had turned me on
and now Tiny Dick had his way with me ...I positively
needed to rein myself in a little and regroup.  Get
some control of my desires and so forth.

Considering all these facts,  I said, "It was awesome,
Tucker.  I want to do it again soon.  You rock dude
and I love the way you take charge of me.  It gets me
hotter than hell.  You wore out my ass, man.  It was
such a great surprise.  No offense, but I never
expected this wild side of you.  I got so hot when you
told me I had to call you 'Tucker' .... Tucker.  ha ha
ha"  I had a big smile and he smiled back at me with
that sweet-natured smile of his.  Hard to believe how
totally dominate he can be when he wants to be.  And,
yes.....I know that what came out of my mouth wasn't
in line with what I'd just been thinking about before
I spoke, but that's what came out .....  guess I was
thinking with my dick again.

Tiny was putting his swim suit on when he got a
smirking look on his face.  He  listened to what I
said and then told me to stand up.  When I was up he
said,  "That's great you liked it too.  And,  I think
you're hot too Richie.  Let me try this out on you.
Put your hands down at your sides.  Go ahead, Richie,
I'm not fucking around here, do it."  I got a tingle
in my cock so, with a smirk on my face,  I stood at
attention in just my swimming trunks and stiffly put
my hands at my sides.  Tiny casually rubbed my buzz
cut head and put both hands on the side of my face and
massaged the sides of my head.  He squeezed my bose
and pushed his finger in my mouth and I sucked it a
little.  He flipped my lip up and, standing on his
toes,  licked across my front teeth.  I figured he was
doing these things to more or less,  prove to me he
could.  I stood still for him.  He said, "This is a
little inspection I'm going to give you before the
next time I fuck you and you'd better be aware of it
and know how to act.  You're doing good so far."

He squeezed my nipples and told me to put my hands
over my head.  He looked closely at my armpits and
pulled at the little bit of hair I have there.   Then
down to poke at my belly button. He put his face
against my belly and licked and sucked it.  My cock
stood straight out, tenting my bathing suit.  He felt
my balls and put his other hand down my swim suit in
the back and stuck that same finger up my ass that
he'd had up there earlier.  It hurt this time.  "Stay
still" he reminded me.  Fingering me with that finger
he took his other hand off my nuts and roughly pulled
down the front of my trunks and fastened them
awkwardly under my balls.  My cock was so hard it
ached.... for the third time today he began jerking me
off.  It took at least ten minutes to cum, but I
thought I was going to cum from the 2nd minute on...
so it got to be a feeling of pleasure/torture before
he was done.

When I cam it wasn't much....the third time in an hour
or so.  Tiny just nodded his head and said, "Man,
you're doing OK.  You make a great 'submissive' for
sex games.  This is fun and I can't wait for next
time.  By the way, Richie...you ever do much rimming?"
 I said, "What?"  He laughed and said that I'd be
doing some next time, but don't worry about it now.
We got our T shirt and sandals back on and Tiny drove
me home.  I could sit, but it was sore.   Both of us
were in a real good mood and I wanted one last kiss or
something, but Tiny just said he'd see me up on the
boardwalk that night.  Or was it Tucker who said it?
......

Nothing special happened on the boards that night.
Tony and Tiny Dick were the same as always.  No
special looks from Tiny Dick and no bossing me around
or anything like that.  I did get a couple of boners
looking at Tiny at various times and thinking of what
the two of us had gone through just that very
afternoon.  I called him "Tucker" two different times,
 by accident.  It's hard not to wonder if Tony was the
sub for Tiny Dick like I'd been or if it was the other
way around.  After witnessing Tiny Dick's act earlier
today though I couldn't imagine him being anything but
dominate.  Of course, maybe they didn't play any games
at all.  The only thing I knew for sure about them is
that Tony sucked Tiny Dick's cock at the party a few
weeks back.  Other than that, I knew zip!

I got to ride Mike's motorbike while he was away so
that was a real treat.....sore ass and all.  It takes
40 minutes to walk back from the boardwalk to my place
but less than 10 to roll there on the bike.  Plus, I
felt cool riding Mike's bike.  I tried to sit and ride
like he did.  Nights without Mike weren't any fun, but
I only had six more to get through.  Not being able to
sleep I analyzed my adventure with Tiny....excuse me,
with Tucker.  I got all excited again and had a
fabulous wank with spunk all over me.  Holy shit!
that was number four spunk today.......

That night before sleep I thought about things.  What
is it about me and dominate boys?  This was a topic
I'd never really given any serious thought to before.
Mike, of course, was dominate to me from the first
second I knew of him.  He had called me across the
street to hold his bike while he extracted his pant
leg from the bike's kick stand.  Everything about the
way he dealt with me was dominate.  He just assumed
I'd do what he told me to and.....and I did. The
thought of not doing what Mike said never entered my
mind...not in any kind of a serious way.  It still
doesn't.

He made me want to do it.....  right from the
beginning I wanted to please him for some reason.
Then there's Tom Brown.  He dominated me alright, but
in a more physical and in a 'blackmail' kind of way.
He physically controlled me with his arm around my
neck, cutting off my air,  and then he made me go
along with the spanking to keep him from telling Mike
about what he manipulated me into.  All of the stuff
he would tell Mike would be a distortion of what
really happened, but I didn't think Mike would take it
in very well.  Best to submit to the blackmail.  And
then there was Donny whats-his-name out in the
mid-west.  Mike was in charge of the entire three-way
sex-a-thon of course, but when Mike wasn't ordering us
about.... Donny assumed he was then in charge of me.
He'd order me about and, as I mentioned earlier,  he
did that finger up my ass move too.

Why does everyone that I have sex activities with just
assume I'll be submissive to them?  Because I am?  Is
it as simple as that......  If so, then why am I
submissive to them?  Other than it's a wicked hot turn
on for me,  I don't have an answer.  Hmmmmmm?

Well for speculation, maybe it's that I don't think
I'm as good as they are.... there is that thing about
my Mother never loving or even taking any interest in
me.   She simply had no nurturing instincts
what-so-ever.  She was... and is a cold hearted woman
with a heart of stone.  I guess if you're a person,
like me,  who's own Mother never liked him.....well a
person like that can't feel very good about himself.
It's easy and maybe natural to assume something is
wrong with him.....me.  Just about everyone is going
to be more important than me.  Right?   I'm not worthy
to be in charge of anyone or anything...... right?

Maybe anyone's attention is better than no one's
attention.  I was important enough to Mike that he
expended the energy to embarrass and humiliate me and
then, luckily.... by some quirk of fate,  he
discovered he really did actually like me.  Of course
I'd idolize someone who finally liked me........who
maybe even loved me sometimes.  That makes sense about
Mike, but what about Tom Brown and Tucker and Donny?
Is it possible I'd learned subconsciously that the way
to get noticed is to be submissive.........        and
that submissiveness just evolved into being sexually
exciting to me ..... and this was also subconscious.
What a headache this whole convoluted puzzle gave me.
I got up and took some Tylenol with a glass of water
and tried to blank out my mind for sleep.

It worked...next thing I noticed was the window fan
blowing in rain.  I turned it off and got out of bed
to do my jobs around the house.  I stayed in and
nursed my sore ass...a rainy day left few options for
fun.  The tourist would clog up the movies and the
boardwalk arcades.  Best to hunker down at home and
think.

That night I lay awake again missing Mike.  He was
usually on my mind and that night I started  thinking
about Mike and me and Donny whats-his-name.  The sexy
fun we'd had together.   It was made possible becaused
of the Spring Break project assignment.   Surprise,
surprise!  Mike and I chose each other as project
partners.   The assignment was to do a written report
about someplace we went on Spring Break that we'd
never been to previously.  Naturally they meant like
an Art Museum or a tour of Philly historical spots and
things like that.  Not a trip to the mid-western part
of the United States.  But, we'd gotten that invite
from Donny to come out and visit and Mike was hot to
do it.  He got his mother behind the idea and she
contacted Donny's parents and did all that 'parent'
kind of thing.  She also got my Dad to OK it for me
and to pay for my bus ticket.  Mrs Sullivan can be
quite persuasive at times.  Mike is the apple of her
eye and her 'apple' wanted to go to Kansas so that
pretty much was that......we were going to Kansas.


Not being able to sleep again this night  I tried to
recall as much of that whole adventure as I
could....it isn't the first time I'd thought about
Mike, Donny and me rolling around in the hay, so ta
speak.....

The bus ride itself was a real-deal adventure.  Jesus!
 Thirty-six hours straight through.  Well, not
straight through......we stopped for quick food
breaks, but not long ones and not as many as we
wanted.    Drivers changed and the passengers changed,
but Mike and me went all the way to Kansas. Before
that trip, I'd never seen anything except a little bit
of New Jersey and a little bit of Pennsylvania.   It
was interesting sitting there watching the country go
by outside the bus window.

Mike and I didn't talk for hours at a time.  We fell
asleep when we felt like it and bought junk food
whenever the bus pulled into a terminal.  At all the
terminals along the way you see lost looking teenage
boys hanging out.  Mike thinks that they're run-a-way
kids.  Most of them look dirty and tired and others
have flat, dead eyes.  I didn't see a single smile out
of any of them.  Of course, some of them pan handled
and some solicited their bodies.  It was a serious
downer and it made Mike and me look away..... a little
scary.

We tried giving a dollar to a few of them but they
were surly and ungrateful.  They complained we only
offered a dollar.  "Hey, big spenders!!  A whole
fucking dollar!!  This your allowance money, sweety?
I can't even get a coffee for a fucking dollar you
cheap ass-wipe!"  They never gave the dollars back
though.  If someone talked to Mike like that back home
teeth would be flying out of somebodys mouth.  Here,
Mike just gave them the finger as a challenge and
looked at them hard.  Nothing happened, they just
turned away and ignored us.   We stopped offering
money and  did what everyone else did....we pretended
the run-a-ways didn't exist.

One of the great things about a bus ride is that the
movement of the ` bus always gives me nice boners.
Something to play with as we wile away the hours.  Ten
or so hours outside of  Kansas we got off at a rest
stop and picked up some popcorn  and cokes.  It was
around ten o'clock at night.  The stop was only a 15
minute one so we hurried to get back on the bus.  Our
stuff was near the back of the bus, but it was slow
going getting back there.  Some activity was going on
that had the line of passengers stopped in the aisle.
I looked around the old lady in front of me and it
looked like a homeless person had gotten on the bus
while everyone was in the terminal.  For some reason
it was taking a little time for each of the passengers
to get by this character.   He was sitting in an aisle
seat commenting to each person who passed by.  I could
hear a lot of profanity coming from him and not much
of anything in the way of comments coming back from
the passengers.

The old woman in front of me was shaped like a pear.
She had tight little gray curls close to her pin head.
 A little boy, probably the lady's  grandson, was her
traveling companion.  He looked to be about six or
seven years old and he had a pin head too.   The
blackest hair I've ever seen was evenly buzzed to
about 1/8th inch all over his little pin head.  That
made me think, with a smile, that maybe he'd like to
join our gang when he gets older.  The line was moving
slowly and I could hear the homeless bum more clearly
as we got closer.  He said to this lady in front of
the pear-shaped  lady, " I've got a massive erection
under this blanket and I'm going to let you touch it."
 She said "Oh my God!" and moved passed.

My guess is that it's been many a year since this
indiviual had an erection, massive or otherwise.  A
bottle of cheap wine is much more likely to be in his
lap.  He didn't have a blanket, but rather a dirty
towel on his lap and something was poking up under
that towel.  If it was his erection it definitely
would qualify as massive, but my money's on the wine
bottle theory.    This guy looked to be about 50 years
old.  A week or so worth of white whiskers covered a
lot of his face, but his long haired pony tail was
mostly brown.  There was a large dirty, red bow tied
at the end of the pony tail and he kept whipping his
head from side to side causing the red bow to snap at
each person who managed to get by him.  A large green
trash bag was on the aisle next to pony tail
man......that was what was causing the delay getting
past.  The derelict would say. "Don't  fucking think
about touching my private shit.  A trash bag is my
fucking personal choice of carry-on luggage......I'm
no fancy homo with leather shit or cunt with their
little useless ear rings and purses..... so step
carefully you maggots....  or I'll pee on your leg."
I couldn't help but notice he had teeth that were much
too large for his mouth.  Big, square, yellow horse
teeth.  He was very drunk too.

After staring at the hideous face and head....I began
noticing the rest of him......he was wearing three or
four overcoats and he had mis-matched ski gloves on.
I initially thought he was huge and that his little
head simply didn't go with that huge body.  Now I
could see his size was made up mostly of overcoats.
He said to the pear lady's grandson who was standing
closest to him now, "You will be a circus
performer...as an animal."  The grandson said, "Fuck
you!"  Pear granny said, "David!" and they began to
shuffle past the trash bag.  The homeless bum
displayed all those big, yellow teeth as he cackled
and hooted at the "Fuck you" comment.   I could see
the derelict's thick, mottled ankles sticking out of
his filthy pant legs.....the over sized ankles looked
like they were stuffed into his beat-up shoes.  Were
they swollen?

We were up next to the trash bag now and the odor of
cheese..... cheese that had gone very bad a very long
time ago permeated the air.  I thought it was coming
from the trash bag but I could tell up this close that
it was coming from him.  It got worse every time he'd
whip his head and pony tail around.  He looked at us
and said, "Why are you holding your pretty nose?"  I
wasn't holding my nose, although I wanted
to............ so I looked behind me at Mike and he
was the nose holder.  Mike talked in that odd voice
you have when you're holding your nose and pronouncing
each word slowly  he said to the cretin, "You...
are... a.. human... bowel... movement."  The bum went
into hysterics with cackling and snorting through his
nose and slapping his obscene  head.  We inched on by
him.

Things moved very quickly once we got by the derelict
and Mike and I got back comfortably situated in out
seats.  I couldn't stop laughing at Mike's comment.
Mike was disgusted at the entire incident, but he was
giggling too.  Mike was sincerely pissed that this bum
could intimidate everyone and waste everybody's time
by holding us up.... and, most of all, the bum didn't
give a shit because he knew there isn't a damn thing
we can do to him.  All of that reality still didn't
stop us from letting the giggles become contagious.
We got worse and worse with the giggles until we were
like two nine year olds.

Shortly we heard the bus driver trying  to get past
the passengers in the aisle as he was calling out for
the homeless man's ticket.  The homeless man yelled
back, "You can kiss my boil covered ass with that
ticket shit!"  This made  Mike and me laughed all the
harder.   The harder we tried to stop the giggling and
laughing  the more we did it.  It was becoming
embarrassing because people were straining their necks
to see who the reprobates were that would laugh at
this situation.  If we calmed down for a second, one
of us would mumble "Don't start laughing again you
human bowel movement ".  We'd start right up again.
It was ten more minutes before a cop and a bus
employee finally were able to bribe the bum off the
bus with a pint of whiskey.  They held it out in front
of the bum like a carrot on a pole in front of a
donkey .....to keep them moving, the donkey for the
carrot and in this case the bum for the pint. It
worked....lots of cursing and name calling from the
bum, but in the end it worked.

Who knows what happened when he got off...probably
nothing because none of the authorities wanted to
touch this particular human bowel movement.  A number
of us forced opened some windows and we rode along for
a half hour or so before the breeze neutralized that
cheese smell.   We were exhausted from laughing so
long and so hard.  Mike became grumpy after the
laughing fit finally ran out of steam.  He was tired.
When he fell asleep I reached over to hold his hand.
It would be better if he were exerting a little
pressure on my hand too, but I made do.  The next
thing I know is Mike whispering in my ear waking me
up. I looked at my wrist watch and it was 4am.  Mike
explained, "Everybody on this bus is asleep.  Maybe
the driver too for all I know....or care.   And, there
isn't anyone across from us so it's perfect."  I said
"What?" and Mike wiggled his limp penis at me.  He'd
opened his pants and belt and pulled his cock through
the boxer shorts pee slit.  "Get going, Richie.  Boy,
do I need this."

I panicked for a second...a blow job on a bus?  I told
him he was delusional.  "You did it in a hospital
Richie...Christ, after that this is no big
deal....this is child's play."  Mike sounded in a good
playful mood again and I wasn't going to ruin that so,
after I feigned irritation, I took hold of my second
favorite penis in the world.  Mine is my first
favorite, in case that was too subtle.  He was a
little funky smelling after 30 hours on a bus, but
it's my Mike's funky smell so that's OK.  It was a lot
of fun sucking his cock with that rolling bus motion
setting the tempo.  Mike rubbed my head and the back
of my neck as he tried to keep his moans quiet.

Naturally I cam before he did.  I cam just from
sucking him off.  Mike gets me wildly hot.  He's so
perfect and beautiful and I started feeling so lucky
to be his boyfriend..... my cock got rock hard and
with Mike rubbing my neck and all...I just blew a huge
load in my pants.  He chuckled because he could see me
humping my hips as I lay over sideways on the seat
blowing him.  There was no mistaking my body
language....I was climaxing.  I continued sucking his
cock. He squeezed the back of my neck and my
shoulders....I could feel his affection for me and my
eyes filled up.  Then, without even a pre cum warning,
a long stream of cum exploded out of Mike's cock and
over flowed my mouth.  Now Mike was humping his hips
and holding on to my shoulders for dear life.  Five or
six spurts of cum followed.  Those I swallowed, but it
was a little messy on Mike's lap from the initial
overflow.

He was a while calming down.  "That was awesome,
Richie."  He whispered to me  as he leaned down over
me.  He added, "Thanks, buddy.  I needed that."  And
then, just to be a ball buster, he asked,  "Did you
have a little accident in your pants a while back?"  I
grinned and nodded my head as I realized that I wanted
to kiss him.... so I did, right after I sat up.  I
told him I loved him too.  He said, "Right back at
you, Dude."  We cleaned the cum up as best we could
and with my head on Mike's shoulder we went to sleep.
Next thing I heard was, "Kansas City ...20 minute stop
over."  We were there.

Mike acted very antsy when we got off the bus.  He
doesn't feel  comfortable in new situations.  I
watched him as he nervously looked around.   He
squints his eyes a lot when he's unsure of
himself....that's his nervous habit.  He's also quick
to snap at me when he gets like this.  It reminded me
of how he acted when he first came in my house that
first night almost a year ago.  "Are you sure this is
where we're suppose to meet them?" Mike asked me.
The inflection in his voice  inferred that I'd screwed
it up somehow.  I know not to challenge him when he's
feeling vulnerable so I didn't mention that it was his
mother who made the arrangements and written them all
out for us.  I just said, "Yes, I'm sure Mike." Then
we hear, "Mike, over here."  It was Donny, closely
followed by a nice looking man and woman who were
obviously Donny's parents.  Mike squinted and then
frowned and muttered to me, "maybe this wasn't such a
good idea, Richie."  I quickly whispered back, "It'll
be great, Mike.  You'll see."  And they were all
around us showing big smiles.

As I said, they are a nice looking family.  Mrs James
was pretty and Mr James was good looking too.  They
seemed too young to be Donny's parents.  Mr James was
a little bit shorter than me.  "My goodness you are
two handsome boys."  Mrs James gushed.  "Tall too"
said the father.  They were real nice and Donny was so
polite around them I hardly recognized him.  Hand
shakes of one type or another all around and we were
off.  They drove a regular car...a sedan,   which
surprised me.  I was hoping for a horse drawn buggy or
at least a fooking pick-up truck.  We're in Kansas for
god sakes.....farming country in middle America.  I
smiled at Mike and he squinted back at me with annoyed
frowns instead of smiles.

The ride took over two hours and it was awkward
because the conversation hardly ever got off the
ground.  I tried to match up Mike's farm experience
with the James family farm but Mike was grumpy and
said he didn't know anything about farming.  It was a
commercial tomato farm he worked for, not a regular
farm.  Whatever that meant. Mr James tried a number of
topics and finally hit on 'wrestling' which he'd done
all through High School and college.  Much to
everyone's relief, this got a fairly good exchange
going for quite a while..... Mike being a High School
wrestler and all.  During the wrestling talk I tried
perving Donny who was next to me in the back seat.  Me
in the middle of course, Mike would never sit in the
middle.

Donny was short....a little shorter than Tiny Dick
even.  It made me think about Donny's dick, which I'd
had the pleasure of sucking off in the hospital.  It,
his dick, wasn't tiny for a 15 year old, but it wasn't
big either.  It was a little longer and fatter than
Tiny Dick's tiny dick.  Donny had almost five inches
of boner cock going for him...yummy too.  He had this
very clean look about him.  Ironically I found out a
little later that Donny wasn't as clean as he
looked...no big deal, but reality just belied his
looks.  Nice blondish/red hair and a light complexion
with almost perfect facial features.  Very, very good
looking.....and cute too.  I was getting a woody just
looking at him and remembering that strong boyish
smell I'd experienced when I blew him that time.
Donny and Mike didn't look alike at all,  but they
were both beautiful boys.  Anyone who notices that
sort of thing would certainly agree with that.  I
hadn't seen Donny's body yet but he looked very
fit.......ya know, maybe from working on a farm.

We all got more comfortable at lunch exchanging info
about our lives. Mike and me in a resort town which
mean thousands of people in the summer......and then
how different it was to live without hardly anybody
around like the James families did.  I say families ,
plural, because Mr James has an identical twin brother
who runs the farm with him.  He lives twenty feet from
Donny's house...in an identical house. Weird!   That's
where Donny's cousin lives.  His name isn't 'Puppy'
like I thought...it's Doggy.  I forget why they call
him that.  Doggy had a violent flu infection that was
very contagious so we didn't see him.  Mike, Donny and
me got situated in the barn where Doggy and Donny had
their 'private space'.  It was still pretty cold for
Spring, but there was an electric heater and plenty of
blankets.  They'd also rigged up two twin beds that,
when they wanted to, they pushed together to make a
nice double bed.......available for some fun perhaps.


To hear Donny tell it they did have tons of fun here
...he and Doggy.  Donny and Doggy considered
themselves totally 'gay' and made no bones about it.
They may have made no bones about it, but they also
hadn't gotten around to sharing this information with
any of their family or friends.  The possible
exception being the innuendo from Donny that he and
Doggy both had a B/F on the side that they messed
around with too.  Mike and I were all ears, but
details were few and hard to come by.  We made do with
each other... Mike, Donny and me.  Did we ever make
do.  Donny is not an inhibited kid.  He was 'up' for
everything.  He deferred totally to Mike who he
obviously idolized.   My boner rarely went down even
when it was just Mike and Donny doing something.  What
a sight those two were together.  Donny couldn't get
enough and he's the type to get really turned-on
.....and show it.  It was fun listening to his antics
when he was climaxing....fireworks!

Mike would 'suggest' what we'd try from one
'experiment' to the next.  Donny and I followed Mike's
'suggestions' to the letter.  Our trip was for three
days and two night with the James family.....and then
right back on the bus.  We spent time during the day
exploring the farm, but most of our fun happened in
the private area with the beds pushed together.  It
was all FUN...that was the pass word...FUN.  We had no
serious discussions or petty jealousies or hurt
feelings.  Well, I'd be the only one that would have
been jealous or had my feelings hurt, but I refused to
let it happen.  I was along to have fun and we'd be
leaving in three days so why waste time being stupid.
There was a great deal of laughing.  One of us  would
say the 'human bowel movement' or 'kiss my boil
covered ass' comment about every ten minutes no matter
if it applied to a situation or not.  It just got to
be one of those things we could not stop laughing at.

Then, naturally,  there was a lot of sex.  Lots of
three-way experiments that had us all covered in cum.
The few times Mike was naping or taking a private
time, like he has to do occasionally because he's
Mike... ...during those times Donny was in charge.
Never mind that I was almost two years older and that
I was almost five inches taller or anything like that.
 Donny just assumed he'd be 2nd in charge.  One time
he said, "Richie, while we got the chance come on over
here and give me some head.  I've thought about that
hospital blow job a 100 times.  I told Doggy and his
eyes got this big..ha ha ha.  Hurry up Richie.  Like
right now!!"  My objective was that this be a grand
adventure for Mike and me...one we'd talk about for
years.  I wasn't going to let petty things get in the
way of that.  Plus, I wanted to suck Donny again
anyway.  So I did what he said.

He smelled just the same as he did in the hospital so
I guess it wasn't that the sponge baths in the
hospital weren't making it down this far....Donny was
just not a slave to hygiene.  It was a strong smell
down there,  but I liked it.  Donny also was not a
proponent of using deodorants.  The first night I
didn't notice too much, just a trace....but the second
night he had distinct BO under his arms.  Smelling him
gave me the hardest boner I think I ever had.
Everything with Donny was natural.  He didn't try to
pretend or be anything he wasn't.  He was very
matter-of-fact.  He told me to suck his nuts like his
cousin did.  The lower I got on Donny the stronger the
smell...it was awesome.  I was lapping near his hole
like I do with Mike, but not over it or right around
it.  Donny didn't wipe himself too good
either.....what the hell, he's only 15.  I eventually
got his nuts and his prick in my mouth at the same
time.  When he blew his load as he was pulling out of
my mouth.... he was flipping all over the bed.  His
cum flew everywhere ....we got laughing and he said "I
guess you know you're nothing but a human bowel
movement,  you are aware of this...right?"   We
laughed a while and all of a sudden he gave me a great
hug and kiss.... with a lot of tongue.

Donny kept up with the kissing and rubbing my body
while my cock got very hard.  I had his smell in my
head and it was like an aphrodisiac ...he started
rubbing my head and the back of my neck, then started
in on my crotch....rubbing my boner through my shorts
until I blew my load in my pants.

When we quieted down Donny told me Mike wanted him to
see if he could get me to blow my load without
touching my boner.  Something that Mike is always
doing.  What the hell, Donny had touched my boner even
though it was from outside my pants, but why ruin his
fun.  He couldn't wait to tell Mike he'd been
successful.  Other times Donny would tell me to suck
on his finger and then he'd stick it up my
hole.....about up to his first knuckle and guide me
around  like that, using his finger, like I was on a
leash....he might lead me  over against the chair so I
could hold on while he humped me or down on my knees
to blow him.  I loved every second, we did everything
with a smirk or a smile...chuckles and big laughs.  It
was a blast.  You human bowel...........

During our stay in Kansas I got to blow both Mike and
Donny ........more than once too.  Donny blew Mike,
but not me.... although I asked him to more than once.
 Donny told me that I don't ask him to do
anything....I wait till I'm told what the fuck to
do...... you human bowel movement ....and then just do
it.   Damn!  We were laughing our asses off.   Let's
see, Mike screwed me and he screwed Donny and Donny
screwed me.  I didn't screw anybody.  Ya know, the
more I think about it the surer I am that I got to get
to an assertive training course sometime in the very
near future...

Without doubt the hottest 'experiment' at Donny's was
the double fuck.
Mike and I named it the "double Fuck" after one of the
rides on the boardwalk, but that's another story.  We
did all the three ways that you might expect, like I
mentioned.....but this was the one that got all of us
off the hottest.  It went like this:   Mike instructed
Donny and me to lie side by side with our legs over
our heads,  We wrapped our arms around our legs tight
to keep them against our stomachs..... our holes were
sticking up for Mike.  He took a long time lubing us
up and doing quite a bit of finger fucking along the
way.

Donny and me were touching from our shoulders to the
sides of our bubble butt asses.  Sharing this
submissive position with Donny made it hotter for me
for some reason.  He was moaning early as he usually
does.  Mike entered Donny first and pumped him good
causing a lot of bounching on the mattress. I watched
and it was hot to see Mike's long, fat cock dig into
Donny's little hole and open it up wide in quick
fashion. There was early groaning naturally...then the
groans turned back to moans of pleasure......

Shortly I was getting hard as a bone just from
watching,  but we'd been told not to touch our cocks.
Donny's bonner was stretching the skin around it like
it might split open.  When Donny started squealing,
getting ready to blow his wad,  Mike pulled out of him
and, breathing hard, pushed his throbbing wet cock all
the way in my hole.  Tough initially, but I knew
pretty quickly  what Donny was moaning about
earlier........ it soon felt awesome good.  Pre cum
was steadily dripping out of my cock...just the
thought that Mike's cock had been up Donny's hole and
now it's up mine with all Donny's juices....well,  it
all got me as hot as I can get.  I was humping back on
Mike's thrusts.  Mike pulled out and said, "God damn!!
 I almost cam...I gotta take a quick break....  You
guys get up on your knees."  As we did that Mike
climbed up on the bed too.

He said, "Line up Donny so you're smelling Richie's
hole."  Donny and me moved in position and Mike
entered Donny again doggy style.  He pumped a dozen
times and said, "Fuck, Donny....your ass is just as
hot as Richie's...  I'll stay in you.    Donny you can
fuck Richie at the same time I'm fucking you.  You'll
be giving it and getting it at the same time......just
a little 'Thank You' for your hospitality, Donny."  I
was breathing hard and leaking even more now.  Donny
gulped as he grabbed my hips and roughly pushed his
boner at my hole, but missed.  He was super aroused
with Mike's huge cock solidly filling his hole.
Donny's fingers were digging into my hips as he lined
up and this time drove his five in spike in me up to
his pubes.  He started off grinding in a circular
motion with his cock shoved as far up me as he could
get it.   Donny and Mike took a little while getting
settled.  They were groaning and moaning.    Then the
two of them got a rhythm going and they fucked
together.  Donny was sort of lying on my back and I
could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he
groaned with each of Mike's penetrations and moaned
with each of his own penetrations deep inside
me.....he was really fucking me hard by now.

I was grunting and moaning too.  There was a lot of
energy being exerted.  My breaths were coming fast as
my cock twitched and leaked.  Looking behind me I
could see Mike, with his eyes closed tight,  on his
knees behind Donny humping in time with Donny humping
me.  The grunts and wet slaps of our sweaty  bodies
colliding  was all you could hear for five minutes or
so.  Donny's boner was giving my ass a fabulous
ride......it was truly awesome just thinking of Donny
getting fucked at the same time  he was fucking me.  I
could just sense that Donny was about to blow....

And sure enough, he squealed out like a school girl
and gushed  cum into me  ....he was considerate enough
to have reached under me to jerk me off so we cam
together.   I thought my pee hole was burned because
the cum spewed out so hard.    Donny was relentless in
humping my hole until Mike filled up Donny's hole to
over flowing too.  We were covered in cum again.  That
was something I'll never forget and something I want
to do again.  In the last morning before we left for
the bus Mike had me suck on Donny's cock until it got
boner hard and then Donny rode my ass and smacked it
with his hand while I blew Mike.  I did not last long
as I was wanking myself along with the other
stimulation I was receiving.  Oh my God what an orgasm
I had.  The other boys followed shortly filling me up
from both ends.  Donny and I had tears in our eyes
when we said good bye.  Mike started in with the
squinting again......

Those fabulous memories kept me awake and hot for
quite a while. Sleep wasn't far off though.  I could
feel it sneaking up on me.  When Mike gets back I'm
going to ask him if we can get his Mother to arrange a
visit from the Kansas cousins before this summer is
out.  Would that ever be hot!  Doggy is more like me,
Donny said.  Donny thought of himself being more like
Mike.  Donny is a trip.....real confident.  He
screamed at the bus, with tons of people around, as we
pulled out, "You're both human bowel movements...."

All this day-dreaming at night was getting me horny,
but I'm too tired to do anything about it.  The
horniness did make me think about Tom Brown.  He was
leaving in two weeks.   It always made me think of
Mike, but he won't be back for five or six days.  It
also made me think, God damn it, I'm going to ask Tom
for another spanking before he leaves and I never see
him again...he's the only guy who has ever sucked me
off .  Of course, I know that before he'll agree to
spank me again, or anything else for that matter, that
prick will make me grovel like mad.  He'll do it
because I waited so long to ask for another spanking,
but what the hell, this is my last chance and I really
want that blow job.  Everybody else gets one.

I day-dreamed at night a little more and I wondered if
I can talk Tom into spanking me while he's naked too.
Me laying across his naked lap!  Jeez, that sounds
hot..... Speaking of hot, maybe I need another swim in
the pool with Tucker.  That sounds good too!  Hmmmm,
maybe I'm just so tired it sounds hot and in the
morning I'll come to my senses.... ....yeah,
maybe/maybe not.

Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com