Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 13:49:39 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: MIKE, HIS BIKE & ME   ---FINAL CHAPTER         ... fiction by Donny

I was riding shotgun with Tony at the wheel.   He was
driving his brother's 1992 beat-up Chevy on a road
trip to Atlantic City on an errand for that very same
brother.  Mike was working at the tomato farm so I was
mostly just killing some time until I hooked up with
him later in the afternoon.  In the background as we
rode along I heard Tony ranting and raving about
drivers talking on cell phones and not paying
attention to the road and how dangerous that was.  I
was doing a little daydreaming at the time..... I got
this great idea.... I thought,  why not find a way to
gleam some information out of Tony without Tony
realizing what I was doing.  I wanted to find out what
he and Tiny Dick were doing together sexually, if
anything.  Hey, I'm a curious guy.....it's better to
know than not to know.  Right?  Most of the time,
anyway.

And, while I'm at it,  why not find out what Tiny Dick
and Mike had been up to when Tiny first joined the
gang.  Back then Mike had gone off with Tiny quite a
few times and it's not at all clear why.  Mike sure as
hell ain't going to tell me even if I was brave enough
to ask him.  Which I'm not.   Who knows, maybe Tiny
confided in Tony about what happened on those little
sojourns. Anything I could learn would be more than I
know now....and I can never know enough about Mike.

Anyway,  it's well known that Tony has a hard time
keeping secrets... so, what the hell,  I'll try to
figure out a way to sneak these topics into our
conversation and just let Tony blurt out whatever he
knows.   I wanted it to seem like a little idle,
harmless gossip that I frankly  was barely interested
in....that's the  direction my nefarious plan was
headed ....      While I was trying to come up with
this very sneaky approach Tony says, "Are you and Mike
doing some  queer stuff together?  Tiny thinks you
are.  Are you, Richie?"

Here's my reply to that totally unexpected question.
I said,  "What?..."  That was my response in total.
And, as I said "What?", I'm thinking ...is this kid a
mind reader?    Tony says, " Hey, it's Ok.  We're not
homos or anything.  Tiny explained it to me....
we're just kids experimenting with different kinds of
sexy stuff."   I thought to myself,   "jeez, where did
I hear that rationalization before?"

Tony kept talking, " You name it and Tiny has probably
done it to me.  I kind of like it, but I don't think
I'm going to make a life-long commitment to it, if ya
know what I mean?"     I mumbled, "Yeah, I guess,
Tony" ....all of a sudden his driving was distracting
me in a major way .  Tony was attempting a really dumb
way of lighting his cigarette...it was causing us to
swerve out of our lane.  Didn't bother Tony
though...he kept right on talking,   " Jesus H Christ,
I never had any idea that that little dick of Tiny's
would find it's way up my ass, or in my mouth.
....I'm not kidding,  all too often that's what
happens.    It's like I'm hypnotized or something, but
I do kind of like it.  How bout you Richie?  You like
it when Mike does that kind of stuff to you?  Well, if
he does that is.".

Tony's long-winded question hung in the air while he
was steering the car with one hand and trying to
strike a match from a pack of matches with the
other...... his unlit cigarette jumping in his mouth
as he talked.   Lighting a match with one hand isn't
easy when you're sitting in your living room, never
mind trying to do it while driving a car at 80
mph..... looking up at the road and then down at the
match.   It was crazy.

 As I was trying to follow his meandering question I
looked first at the match and then at the road and
then at the match right along with Tony.....his buzzed
red-haired-head bobbing up and down with the bright
sunshine reflecting off those absurd fake-gold pirate
ear rings of his and clashing with the chrome stud in
his lower lip.   Quite the picture with the old Chevy
swerving from one lane to the other at high speed.
I couldn't help but think of Tony's earlier rant about
someone driving while talking on a cell phone.  That
seemed a safe maneuver compared  to this dare-devil
circus act of Tony's....

I held out my lit-lighter the whole time he was trying
to strike that match, but Tony waved it off giving me
a look like "why would I need a match and a lighter?".
  The whole scene all-together....   his question, his
appearance, his rationalization, his efforts to light
the cigarette and his driving had me  stuttering and
stammering and clearing my throat and sneezing,
coughing and saying, "What the fuck...?  Look at the
road...Jesus Christ!!"      Tony got the cigarette lit
finally,  but in the meantime he had begun one of his
laughing fits.  In between smoking, coughing, trying
to catch his breath and his guffaws he's like, "You're
a fucking riot Richie...Jesus, you make me laugh.  Oh
fuck... stop it man, you're killing me."  tears of
laughter running down his cheeks...

I'm begging him to get his foot off the gas pedal a
little,  but he's caught-up in one of those laughing
jags in which no matter what I say he thinks it's
hysterically funny and he laughs all the harder.
Horns blaring in the background.   My best bet was to
tighten my seatbelt and just shut-up.  Which is what I
did.... and it worked.   Without new material Tony's
laughing  jag slowly ran out of steam.

"Fuck Richie, you almost had me peeing my pants.  Holy
shit that was funny."   I asked him what'd I said that
was  so god-damned funny.    He told me it was the way
I was doing all that sneezing and coughing and
stuttering and all that other shit just to avoid
answering his question about Mike and me doing queer
stuff together....that's what struck him so funny.  He
thought I did it on purpose, trying to get him to
laugh.   I made a face and said, "What...duh?"but this
time he just gave me a blank stare.....he was done
laughing for now.

Funny or not funny, Tony wouldn't be deterred.....
he asked his question again so I tried to sound
pissed-off when I said, "You think Mike would do queer
stuff?  Is that it?"  I was pretending that was an
answer.  Tony kind of screamed back, "I told Tiny he
was full of shit about that, but he told me to ask you
anyway. "    We were both quiet as Tony flew down the
Parkway in that beat-up old Chevy.  After a minute or
so I thought,  'Jeez, he believed me.'    We were
quiet for a bit longer, but I began feeling guilty
because Tony is always so truthful about everything
and I just sort of lied to him.

Finally I said, "Oh hell Tony, keep this to yourself,
but Mike and me have messed around a little bit.  I
kinda did to Mike what you did to Tiny.  You know,
sucked him off a little just to see what it was all
about...  Also Mike has, you know...screwed me a few
times.  We were just experimenting like you guys did."
 Tony and me went back and forth reinforcing each
other's image that both of us were just regular guys
having a little teenage fun with sex...that's all.
You know how it goes with us wild and crazy kids.
We're not afraid to try stuff...

We had an awkward silence for a few more miles after
that and then Tony said, "Ah,  when you and Mike are
messing around...ahh, are you kind of acting out the
part of the, you know...the one who is, ....the girl,
kind of.  Not really acting like a girl, but the one
who has stuff done to him?"  Another tightly worded
question.  I said, "Yeah.  Mike is always the one
doing the stuff to me.  Like you said, Tony....I kind
of like it that way, ya know."

He said, "Yeah, me too I guess."  And then we rode for
another fifteen minutes in silence feeling weird to
have talked about all that.  We both smoked heavily,
lighting our next cigarette off the one we just
finished.  I had to crack my window, air conditioning
or no ar conditioning....the cigarette smoke was
burning my eyes.   It was still awkward as hell for
the two of us.   Finally Tony said,  "Gee Richie, I
wish I never brought all that shit up.  Tiny sort of
told me to do it.  He is one bossy mother fucker, I'll
tell you that."  I didn't say anything to that and
Tony added,  "I kinda like it....the bossy stuff, I
mean.  How about you?"  I said, "Yeah, me too.  We're
submissive types, Tony."   "Sub, what-the-fuck?"  Tony
squawked out.

In a quiet voice I said, "That's what it's
called...being submissive to a dominate sex partner."
Tony shook his head, activated the electric window and
flicked his cigarette butt out muttering, "I don't
know about all that shit...does it make us queer?"
"Well,   if we like it, it makes us at least bi-sexual
I would think.  You know, we can go with girls or
guys."  Tony jumped right in, "Yeah, girls too.
That's the one I choose ....that bi thing.  That's me.
 I'm no queer."

We talked in a very general way about our sexual
experiences.    The more we talked the closer we felt
towards each other.  Birds-of-a-feather kind of thing.
 Tiny, AKA Tucker,  apparently was very experienced in
dom/sub behavior from participating in that kind of
thing in his previous neighborhood.  He had told Tony
he'd been initially drawn to our little group because
he thought he detected something in Tony's manner that
might lead to a little sexual fun and games.  Tiny
apparently had been even more sure that I was a
possibility for a little boy/boy sexy stuff except he
quickly realized that Mike was a factor where I was
concerned..  So, after feeling Mike out, he
concentrated on Tony.  Interesting, but......

I hesitantly asked what else Tiny had said about me.
Tony just shrugged and said, "Nothing much.  He just
said he was pretty sure you and Mike were already
playing around.  Remember he tried in the early days
to hook up with Mike, but they ended up butting heads
and I don't think anything  "sexy' happened.   At
least that's what I could figure out from Tiny's
chatter and with Tiny there is a lot of chatter.  You
can't believe how bossy he can get.  He's got this
nasty trick of pinching a little piece of flesh on my
ass so hard...fuck!  Hurts like crazy!   He's a strong
little fucker."

I muttered, "You don't say..."  Tony continued on with
his non-stop monologue the rest of the way to Atlantic
City,  but I didn't really learn anything else,
except this.... there is really no affection between
Tiny and Tony.  The best I can say is that they both
want and need what the other offers as far as sex play
goes, but that is it.  No kissing or hugging at all.
I'm not being critical, God forbid....just stating the
case.  I, for one, prefer it with a lot of hugging and
kissing and that magical word.....love.

We found our way into Atlantic City and then to the
Apple store located in a huge Mall.  Tony picked-up
the computer part his brother needed and we drove over
and tried the Atlantic City boardwalk for an hour or
so.  It sucked compared to our Wildwood boardwalk.
Almost no kids our age here, mostly older adult types.
 Tony said these people were all gamblers......
walking off their losses.  I knew not to bother my dad
in the casino he worked at... not that we were old
enough to get in a casino anyway.  Tony was very
chummy with me and did a lot more bodily contact stuff
than normal.  Grabbing my arm or the back of my neck
and that type of thing.

Sexually, I had zero interst in Tony and I felt self
conscious about his touching now that we both admitted
we were bi.....Of course, I knew I was totally gay,
not bi.... but what would be the point of driving home
that fact to Tony.  He was obviously thrilled or
relieved or whatever,  that he now knew he was not
alone in the boy-on-boy sex experimentation
department.  He knew Mike and me were doing it too and
that I was playing the part in my duo that he played
in his.   Neither of us referred to the word
'gay'...not out loud anyway.

As we started the ride back Tony grudgingly admitted
that Tiny had given him another order too.   Tiny had
instructed Tony to ask me this, "Richie, do you ever
think you'd like to join Tiny and me for a little
messing around sometime?    Or maybe Mike too?"   I
was slow in answering because I wanted to get it
right.  I told him he was one of my top friends and I
simply wasn't willing to take a chance on screwing
that up.  Sexy games can sometimes cause jealousy and
stuff like that.  I told him I had messed around with
a couple of guys, but I was through with that as of
now.  The only one I was messing around with was Mike.


  Tony said he respected that decision.   He said I
was one of the best friends he's ever had and he
totally agreed with what I'd just said.  We did a
half-ass one arm hug flying 80 MPH up the Garden State
Parkway on our way back to Wildwood.       Whew....I
think we were both relieved that that topic was out of
the way.

I realized immediately that I meant what I'd just told
Tony...I was going to be faithful to Mike from now on.
 My pronouncement  was totally unplanned and I didn't
even know I'd been thinking along those lines, but I
obviously had been thinking about it
.....subconsciously anyway.  I'd had my taste of the
submissive/dominance thing.....twice, as a matter of
fact.  Both Tiny Dick and Tom Brown had recognized the
submissive side of me and exploited it for their
pleasure..... but, to be honest, I was more of a
willing accomplice than a victim....  that is over
though.  No more..   The idea that I was actually
contemplating hooking up with Tom Brown earlier today
really pissed me off...I was pissed at
myself....disappointed too.  I thought to myself,
"Like you said already, Richie...No more!"

 I felt relief to have made that "no more" decision
and I felt relief to have finally admitted to someone
besides Mike that I was gay...well, sort of admitted
it.  This had been quite a road trip... some stuff was
out in the open and some other stuff was cleared up
and off my mind.   Still, I felt nervous...... of
course, nervousness is almost a natural state for me.
Not nearly as much as in the old days maybe,  but I
still had nervous feelings quite often. .... mostly
worried that something would happen to screw up Mike
and me.

I'd learned some things I hadn't known before that
afternoon from Tony, but it wasn't because of some
sneaky trick I played on him.....it was because Tony
came right out and started the conversation on an
honest basis.  With Tony it is always "up front" and
sincere.   Granted, he isn't going to be heading-up up
any NASA progam to Mars, but what you see is what you
get with him.  And he is always interested first and
foremost in accommodating his buddies. ...  Nice
friend to have,  gay or straight .....or bi.

Later that day Mike hooked-up with five of us at our
meeting spot on the Wildwood boardwalk and right off I
felt this extra closeness to him.
I don't know...maybe it was because some things were
cleared-up in my head during that Atlantic City trip.
Or, more likely....it was because he'd been away for
three weeks and just got back.  Within a couple hours
after picking him up yesterday he had me completely
straightened out and smiling hard.   Whatever the
reason, it took all my will power not to run over to
give him a hug and a kiss when I saw him.

Mike had obviously gone back to the house after work
for his second shower of the day.  Oh God,  he looked
so squeaky clean, cute and hot too... it was a
physical thing for me just to look at him.   Is it
possible he got better looking and sexier during the
three weeks he was in California? I bumped into him a
number of times as we walked together on the boardwalk
just to get a quick feel of his body. He'd look over
at me with a smirk each time I accidentally-on-purpose
bumped into him.

 At one point he had us drift back behind  the guys a
half a block or so and he roughly pulled my head next
to his so our foreheads touched  and without caring if
strangers saw us he kissed me on the lips and with a
smile he quietly said, "I know what you're doing with
all that clumsy bumping into me, Richie.  You are so
gay....god damn,  your funny."  It happened so fast I
wasn't able to open my lips.  I had such a boner as we
hustled to catch up with the guys.  They had paid no
attention to us at all.  They were circling around
three girls who looked to be about our age.  Two cute
ones and one rolly poley one who was working hard at
trying to be funny.  Ugh!

Mike and me walked away and then leaned against the
boardwalk railing while we shared a cigarette.  That
is so sexy, sharing a smoke.  He was telling me about
a fight at the farm and how one guy broke his finger
during the fight.   Sarcastically I said, " Sweet."
 Mike told me he felt sick to his stomach when he
heard the guy's finger snap.."You could actually hear
it break, Richie... and the finger bent out from the
side of his hand in an unbelievable angle."  I had
nothing to add to that.   I looked out to the
seemingly endless ocean....out to where the ocean and
the horizon met..... and then I turned back to stare
right into Mike's eyes.  His look said, "What?"......
I said, "I dunno,  except... I love you more than
anything in the world, Mike."  My eyes started to get
that stinging feeling.   Mike looked back at me as he
dragged on our cigarette and he blew a smoke-ring in
my face.  He can blow the most perfect smoke-rings.
He said, "Me too, Richie."  He didn't look at me when
he said that, but he'd said it alright.  Then he
added, " Come on, lets get one of those fresh squeezed
OJs."  And off we went with my feet almost touching
the boardwalk.....

 The rest of the day  Mike was real nice to me and
never even once tried to embarrass me in front of the
guys.  He told Kyle to knock it off when Kyle and me
got into an argument over who owed who a cigarette.
Mike stuck-up for me.  Kyle said, "Fuck you guys,
you're always dumping on me" and he stalked off down
the boardwalk away from us.  Ever since school got out
he'd been having problems at home and he was bringing
bad vibes with him where ever he went because of it.
Initially I'd felt great that Mike stuck-up for me,
but then when I saw Kyle walking away by himself with
his head down I felt bad for him..

I looked over at Mike with a pained look on my face as
I nodded toward the retreating Kyle.  I know Mike so
well...I can read him like a book.  And why
not....I've never studied anything as deeply as I've
studied Mike Sullivan.  I could tell he was pissed at
himself for snapping at Kyle.  Mike angrily flipped
his cigarette butt over the boardwalk railing and
hocked a lugie after it.   We were all watching Mike
to see what we should do.

He took in a deep breath, looked over at us all
bunched together and said, "Shit...I shouldn't have
yelled at him, alright?   Come on, lets catch up to
Kyle."  We all started to turn around as Mike added, "
He's been having it rough at home with his parents'
nasty fucking divorce.... damn! I forgot about that.
 We should be there for him...showing him we give a
shit about him.    He's our bud!  God damn it...I
didn't think before I yelled at him."  We all followed
Mike as he began to run through the crowds.    It
quickly turned into a big laugh-a-thon as we collided
with the slow walkers and the ones with poor reflexes
and , of course,  most of the over-weight ones too as
we knocked stuff out of their hands here and
there....all in our effort to catch-up with our
friend, Kyle...

It wasn't hard catching up to him because he was
slowly dragging his sad ass home carrying a major
'pout' with him.  We circled him and jostled him and
sang happy birthday to him  although it wasn't his
birthday.  We rubbed his buzzed head and told him he
was our buddy and to stop pouting... We all offered
him lit cigarettes and he ended up with two in his
mouth and one between his fingers.   We were all
chanting "We're sorry, Kyle."  Of course it was all
done sort of sarcastically in pretend 'baby-talk'
voices and with laughs  so none of us would feel like
a dork or a fairy or something.

The  other people on the boardwalk were muttering
negative comments about rude teenagers who monopolized
the boardwalk so that normal people could hardly pass
by.   And,  where were the boardwalk patrols and so on
and so on.  We enjoyed hearing them complaining about
us.  Joey's yelling..."Call the fucking police you
dweebs... kids are singing Happy Birthday on the
boardwalk.  How horrible!!"

It didn't take long before Kyle was laughing with us
and Mike ended-up walking with his arm around Kyle's
shoulders whispering to him ahead of the group and I
didn't even feel jealous. That tight little grin on
Kyle's face that broke out into a big grin and then a
laugh as he realized how much the guys liked him and
cared about him.  It was awesome.   I felt wonderful
that we helped make Kyle feel important and maybe he
could forget his troubles  while hanging out with us.
Actually I had those teary eyes again for a moment
there ....just realizing how important friends are and
how much these guys mean to me.

Mike told me we were calling it a night around
9:30.....he was really beat.  He'd been up since 4am
today and yesterday he'd been up for twenty-two
straight hours coming back from California.  So, his
second night back and all I got was a hug and a quick
kiss goodnight.   I lay there in bed with Mike's arms
around me...... which was a good thing... even though
he was fast asleep.  I was facing away from him with
my bare back up against his bare chest....  his breath
blowing against the back of my neck.   I had the
hardest boner ever.

 I wanted to stroke it but I didn't want to disturb
Mike's sleep.  Oh my God did my balls ache.   Finally
Mike rolled back away from me as he called out
something in his sleep and I hopped out of bed.  I
wanked my cock right there, standing next to the
bed....after a dozen tight, fast strokes I arched my
back and hissed out a long stream of creamy spunk that
landed in a line across the sleeping bag that's on the
throw rug next to our bed.  We have the sleeping bag
there so it  looks to the casual observer like we
sleep in separate beds.  That first long shot of cum
was followed by shorter versions.  I was panting and
sweating from the effort of containing my squeal
......oh boy!  what a fantastic Mike-induced climax.

Wow, after shooting off that load of spunk I felt real
good and I crawled back in bed with a pleasant sigh on
my lips.  This time I got my arms around Mike and,
being careful not to wake him, I pulled the sleeping
body of the boy I loved up tight against me and
smelled his Mike-smell .......along with all the
boardwalk smells attached to him tonight.  I hugged
him to me and kissed the back of his head till I began
to get another boner.  Finally I must have fallen
asleep.

Mike worked the next morning too,  but he told me
before he left that he wanted me here and not up on
the boardwalk when he finished work.  A few days ago
my dad had asked me to paint the little front porch of
ours and he'd given me $50 to do the job.  This is a
good opportunity to do it.  Also  it was a convenient
excuse to tell the guys who called that I had to stay
home and paint the porch for the old man.  That was
better than saying Mike won't let me out to play
today. lol

Some days when Mike works I'll go to the boardwalk in
the morning alone.  I sit on a bench and watch the
endless stream of tourist parading by.
People-watching is fun.  Of course I'm looking
particularly for a certain type of people.  The young
male variety.  Up until noon there is a separate lane
on the boardwalk in each direction reserved for
walkers, bicycles and joggers.  Six lanes in all,
plainly marked.  In the jogger lane I watch for the
pods of young teen boys jogging in unison.  They're
probably on a school sports team together in middle
school and they're on vacation here at Wildwood, NJ
with their respective families.  The families are no
fun.... so the boys search out and hook-up with
buddies from their school.

Five or six boys across....they do synchronized
jogging.  Each boy's legs and arms moving together.  I
love to watch them.  In any two hour period I can see
ten or twelve different groups of the young teens
doing their synchronized running.  It's a young-teen
thing...   All different looking boys...long hair and
real short hair, dark skin and light skin and that
beautiful tan skin.....tough looking boys and cute
looking ones too.  Smiles on some faces and attempted
tough looks on others.

 They all look fresh starting out,  but a half hour or
so later when they're heading back-up the other way
they're drenched in their own sweat.  People hand them
bottled water as they go by.  I always bring a few
8-ounce bottles and pass them out to the cutest boys.
Some of them give me mean looks and others give me
that beautiful youthful teen-age boy's smile with
shiny innocent eyes.  Half of them have braces on
their teeth.  What a fun morning enjoying the coolest
weather of the day along with the beautiful bright
sunny skies ....and, of course, watching those boys go
by.......they're beautiful too.

The boys in the pods have to concentrate so as not to
breaks the rhythm.  They always run without
shirts....clothed only in skimpy running shorts.
Strong, tight, hairless chests........ with the
recently acquired sparse hair on their calves.... they
strut their stuff.  Oh my God the boners I get.  I
want to join in and run with them all.  Those bright
youthful faces.    I think, "if I could just have one
kiss on the lips from each of them"...ha ha, what a
morning that would be.  Then I think, "Ever since Mike
turned-on my gay sex-drive it's a damn good thing I
have him in my life to service that 'drive'...... or
I'd probably jerk my dick right off my body thinking
about these boys who are almost my age, but who I'll
probably never meet.   Those runners are so hot
though...and so kewl too.  Watching them is such a
hoty treat.

But that's for other mornings.  This morning I was
painting a porch.    The painting didn't take a
hellava long time and I was done almost an hour before
I heard the roar of Mike's motorbike flying down our
street.  And then there he was.... Mike rolled up on
his bike around 1pm.   I was sitting at the kitchen
table eating a fried egg sandwich enjoying the  little
cooler temperature inside.  Our window air conditioner
was working over-time combating the latest heat wave.
  There's a floor mat that Mike can step on to avoid
the wet paint on the porch floor.

I heard his thud as he hopped onto that mat.  Looking
at the door with anticipation and then Mike comes
bursting in all sweaty and looking hot...hot in every
way possible.  He brings a lot of energy and heat with
him.  I tried to say "Hi" but I gulped and coughed
with the effort.  He really takes my breath away.... a
crumb from my sandwich had slipped into my windpipe.
Mike smiled and shook his head slightly at my coughing
fit....as if to say,  Jesus Richie,  it's always
something with you.  He squeezed the back of my neck
and rubbed my head as he walked by me.

There was new sunburn on his nose and his tan face was
shiny with perspiration.  His blond hair was as long
as I'd ever seen it as he hadn't been to the barbers
since before his California trip.  It was about
three-quarters of an inch long and I could run my
fingers through it and feel how soft his thick, blond
hair would be if he let it grow.   He'd taken off his
tank top as soon as he walked in showing off his tight
body.  Mike has the most perfect looking nipples
anyone could ever have. They looked like an artist
painted them on his chest.  His hairless chest was
shiny with sweat and as perfect as his nipples.   Mike
has nice definition, but not like a body builders'.
Looking at him always makes me want to lick him.   I
stared at Mike's face and hair and body while Mike
stared at me staring at him.  I didn't want to break
the silence.

Finally Mike said, "Did I ever tell you that for a guy
you're really cute?"  I cocked my head to one side a
little and half smiled at him in case it was a joke or
something,  but he just nodded his head with a small
smirk and said,  "I'm glad to be back, Richie.  Make
me one of those fried egg sandwiches, will ya?  I'm
taking a really fast shower.  I'll be out by the time
the sandwich is ready"  Off he went to the bathroom.
I still hadn't felt like saying anything.....

The eggs were fried and the toast popped up and I
poured some ketchup and a little  salt & pepper on it
and as I was cutting the sandwich in half out came
Mike.  He was mostly dried off..... naked as the day
he was born.  He had this real playful smile on his
face as he sat at the table and ate half his sandwich
in three bites.  I sat down across from him and drank
a Snapple.  It was kiwi-strawberry, Mike's favorite.
He took the drink from my hand while staring into my
eyes and drank half of it without swallowing ...he
just let's it roll down his throat.  He almost
finished the other half of his sandwich, but held out
the last bite for me to eat.  I opened my mouth like I
was in a trance and he pushed in the end of his
sandwich.

I still hadn't spoken an actual word....just that
gulping sound and the coughing when he first came in.
I chewed the last bite of his sandwich as Mike
finished the last drop of my Snapple.   Then he wiped
his mouth with a paper napkin,  balled it up and
tossed it towards the kitchen trash can....it bounced
off the rim.   Mike smiled and lit a cigarette.  After
a few puffs he gave it to me and I took a drag off it
letting the smoke curl out of my nose....the filter
tip was wet where Mike had purposely lipped it.
Mike motioned with his index finger for me to ...'come
here'.  I think I actually was in a trance as I slowly
walked the five steps to Mike and sat on his naked lap
facing him.  We stared into each others eyes...his
were sparkling and alive with energy and mirth.

Mike took the cigarette from me and inhaled a big drag
then blew it in my face.  We squinted our eyes at each
other as Mike snuffed out the cigarette in an ashtray.
 His mouth was slightly open and he cupped the back of
my head to pull my head down to his and our noses
bumped just before our lips met and then our
tongues.....we both had remnants of cigarette smoke
drifting out of our mouths .. we kissed while gently
embracing each others neck.  The mutual taste of
nicotine, kiwi-strawberry Snapple and fried egg mixed
with our saliva......to say it was sexy doesn't do it
justice.  Our teeth scraped together and our mixed
spit began to wet our lips, chins and cheeks.  I
moaned a quiet moan because my cock felt like it was
ready to snap off in my shorts....

Mike put his hands under my thighs and I lifted up so
he could undo my cargo shorts and pull them down along
with my boxers.  It was clumsy for a bit as I stepped
out of my clothes, but I was quickly back on Mike's
lap...this time naked from my waist down.  Mike's cock
standing there straight-up between us was so hard and
long I grunted thinking about it up inside me .....My
cock was there too.  Hard as granite, the very tip of
mine reached to where the head of Mike's cock began.

  We kissed and our bodies moved against each other as
Mike fingered my hole while, with his other arm he
held me tight against his naked body.  I said, "Please
Mike...I'm going to cum....stop for a second."  Mike
sucked on my upper lip, then my tongue while he
pushed his finger way up inside me and I blew spit
into Mike's mouth as the squeal came out of my throat
at the same time my cum shot up between us.  It was
all over my T shirt and Mike's bare chest and belly.
I thought I'd blacked-out for a second because the
intensity was so great, but everything was quickly
back in focus.

Mike was breathing hard while he collected and then
pushed my own cum in my hole.  He lubed me with my cum
and in less than a minute after I climaxed I was
standing up a little so Mike could position his steel
hard cock, shiny wet with his pre cum,  at my hole.
"Oh my God, Richie...Go ahead and sit down on it...go
ahead Richie."  Mike was blowing short puffs of air in
my face with his eyes closed as I began my descent on
that pole of his.  It was tight and it hurt some, but
I was shaking my head from side to side with the
thrill of it all.  When I was  all the way
down.....sitting flat on Mike's lap,  we started with
tentative kisses and worked our way up to full blown
French kissing and sucking on each other's tongue and
lips as we once more held each other tight.

Mike said "Oh Fuck" as he started humping his hips.
When he was going in and out of my hole easily he
said, "Go ahead Richie...fuck that boner"  He could
barely get the words out he was so turned-on by it
all.  I began to ride him, holding onto his shoulders
with both my hands.  His hands holding my waist.......
Mike began making some of the sounds I'd been making
earlier.  It felt so good I wanted it to last forever.
 Mike started stroking my cock after a minute or so as
I got hard again....  I dipped my knees and then
straightened up a bit and then dip down and straighten
up.  Biting my lower lip as my eyes got wet....it felt
so good..

"Faster...do it faster Richie"  And as soon as I
picked-up the pace I felt the cum shoot up my hole and
then run out of me almost as fast as it went
in.....more creamy spunk was sent up to replace the
drool. Mike moaned out a long sigh with his face all
scrunched-up.  He'd stopped stroking my cock when he
was cuming so I grabbed it and stroked it to beat the
band and I shot a little squirt on my hand.  It wasn't
much, felt good though...

We rested our head on each others shoulder with the
sides of our faces touching for five minutes or
so....coming down.......with Mike still up inside me.
That felt good too...it's that filled-up feeling that
you either love or you don't.  I do.  Mike rubbed up
the back of my head and said, "Richie, that was
special...just like we did it in my head all day long.
 But, fuck.. am I ever tired.  I got to catch up on
some sleep.  I want you to lay down with me while I
get a couple hours of sleep before we hit the
boardwalk."  I said,  "Sure thing, Mike."

I took off my sticky T shirt and wiped my ass with
some tissues while Mike cleaned his penis, belly and
chest with a warm, wet wash clothe.  We got under the
sheet naked and Mike wrapped his arms around me.
There was a little bit of rustling around and then we
were cozy, cozy, cozy.  Mike was doing his almost
inaudible snore in less than two minutes.  I loved
being there with him and I rubbed my nose against his
neck to better enjoy his special smell.  Next thing I
was aware of... around 6pm,  I heard my dad come in
the front door from work.  I couldn't believe I'd
slept that long.  Mike was still sleeping soundly.  I
got out of bed and put some clothes on.

My old man was in an especially  good mood because
Mike's mom and my dad had a nice reunion last night.
 But also...today at the casino a high-roller had been
winning big at my dad's blackjack table and when the
guy left he flipped my dad a $500 chip as a tip.  Dad
said the guy had won a lot,  but that he was drunk too
which may have contributed to the size of the tip. Dad
was sure the drunk thought he'd flipped him a $100
chip....jeez, ya gotta love the drunks.

 Dad wanted to know if Mike and I cared to join him
and Mrs Sullivan for dinner in a fancy, expensive
restaurant.  I begged off and dad said he understood.
"You two hot shits will have more fun with your
friends...  right?  You guys don't need to hang-out
with your old parents.  It's OK.  Mike's mom and me
were saying just last night what great kids you two
are.  We're both proud of you guys and we hope you
know that.  We both hope you also know that we'll
support any important decisions you guys make..... no
matter what.  We'll be there for you....We care about
you."  When dad was done with his nice speech he gave
me two $50 bills and said for me to treat Mike to a
nice dinner wherever Mike and I wanted to go.

Without thinking about it I hugged him and told him
thanks a million.  Dad looked a bit uncomfortable with
the hug because he and I never use to be real big on
hugging.....to say the least.  He has changed so much
from the first day I moved in with him.  Actually it's
hard to believe either one of us is the same person we
were back then.  I got a coke and watched a little
ESPN while Mike slept and my dad showered and got
ready to go out.  For a moment I wondered about that
"we'll support you in your decisions" comment, but I
was feeling too nice to linger on it.

 It's so wonderful just to be able to relax.  I was so
use to my normal nervous state that the times I could
feel real relaxed stand out for me.  I guess it's easy
for a lot of guys to take relaxation for granted,  but
I'd known tensions and worries about getting smacks in
my face that my dad use to give me and worries about
if I was ever going to make friends here and worries
about if Mike is still going to like me tomorrow and
such .... now it was turning into such a sweet life
for me.  The changes started the day I met Mike.

>From his bedroom I could hear my dad humming some
song... badly out of tune, but it made me feel good
for him and I had to smile to myself.  I'd never see
him acting  happy in the old days and now it's a
routine thing.  Him and Mike's mom really had a good
time together.  Mike and me agree that we do not want
to know what those two might do together that pleases
them so much.  We simply do not want to go there.
"Yuck" we both say in unison..   On his way out to
pick-up Mrs Sullivan dad lightly rapped his knuckles
on  my head and said, "That's some hairdo you got
there kiddo and those ear rings are something else
all-together,  but what the hell.....it's not hurting
anything.   Jesus, kids today.  Well, be true to
yourself and enjoy being young,  Richie.  Youth don't
last long I'm afraid."  And he was out for the
evening.

I wandered back to the bedroom and climbed back in bed
with Mike.  He looked like he was 14 years old.  I did
my usual deep staring trying to memorize every
individual atom that went into making Mike who he is.
Looking at his lips that I've kissed so often made me
think..... how would they feel around my swollen
boner?  What would it feel like to have my cock
slippery wet with Mike's spit?  I loved sucking his
cock...would he ever suck mine?  I was looking at the
ceiling contemplating this hot subject while playing
with my stiffening cock. "Having fun?" Mike said.  I
turned my head and he was giving me his cutest smirk.
I had to bark out a laugh.  "You caught me again,
Mike.  It's really amazing that you catch me playing
with myself so often because I hardly ever do it."

We joked about me being hopelessly gay..... we'd just
had some wild sex five hours ago or so and here I am
playing with myself already.   Mike was saying how I
had only one thing on my mind and how exhausting it
was for him to try satisfying my insatiable appetite
for gay sex.  I said it must be a real burden for him,
but that Mike was such a marvelous actor that he made
it seem as though he too could never get enough.  He
called me a pervert and we enjoyed just being there
together as we pretended to insult each other.  When
we were both quiet for a while I said, "Mike, will you
show me what it feels like to have you suck on my
tiny, insignificant and lonely, little pecker?  Just
once.  Please."

Mike immediately said, "Are you kidding me, Richie?"
I couldn't place his tone of voice....it didn't seem
angry at all so I said, "No Mike,  it's something I've
wondered about for a long time."  Mike said he'd never
blown anyone...that he always thought the girls and
guys who blew him did it because they enjoyed it.  He
didn't think he'd enjoy doing it though.  Mike
considered it for a minute and said the truth is he'd
actually never even given it any thought before this.

"Christ Richie,  I didn't think you were interested in
that because you've never brought it up.  I'll need to
think about this.  But then, what the hell, what's to
think about.....why not. Ok Richie I'll try sucking
on that cute dick of yours.  Did you have  any special
time or place in mind?"  My heart was pounding and now
I wasn't sure if this felt right.  But damn I wanted
his mouth on my dick.  What's wrong with that?  I
said, "Well shit, Mike.  Hows about right now, dude."
Mike said, "Don't call me dude, Richie.  Let's do this
as a 69er for my trial run.  What do you say, Richie?"
  I put my face right up close to his in a comical
manner and searched for smirks or put-downs or mocks,
but none appeared.  Mike said, "Let's do it, dude."  I
thought... OK,  no more talking........ just scoot
down and get Mike's cock in your mouth and see what
happens.

What happened was Mike took my cock and jerked on it a
few times and then I felt his tongue as he licked it
tentatively.  Another tentative lick on my cock head
with me barely stroking Mike's cock.  Mike began
repeated licks across the head of my cock which
quickly turned my cock into a very tight boner.  I
thought to myself...'concentrate on the
sensation...don't miss anything'.  Mike was doing very
nicely with big fat tongue licks combined with lots of
saliva.  I went, "Umph...aggg"  My toes began to curl.

Then my cock was in a very warm juicy place and I had
shivers all up and down my spine....I followed-up the
shivers with a body spasm and more strange noises from
my throat.  Mike chuckled around my pulsating boner.
He had his tongue covering his bottom teeth and he was
sliding my cock in and out of his mouth over that fat
wet soft pink tongue.   Soon I was sure I'd be
shooting a waterfall size load, but just like that
Mike stopped with the sliding cock routine and used
his top teeth to scrape down the shaft of my boner and
I didn't know what I was feeling by then. Brand new
sensations.  My body was almost as stiff as my boner.

 He actual did a light bite on the head of my cock as
I made a weird squawking noise and I heard him laugh
again before he pushed my cock back in his mouth and
this time he sucked it and licked it until I shot off
a fantastic climax.   I bucked so hard my boner was
pulled out of Mike's mouth so I grabbed hold of it and
stroked my saliva-soaked cock  pulling up every drop
of creamy white cum that my nuts could manufacture.  I
was making a weird "eeeeeeeeee" sound but it was a
hell of a feeling.  Mike laughed a little more and
then said he hoped I enjoyed his maiden blow-job.  I
said, "Maiden?  that don't sound like a guy word...."
 He said, "OK, fuck you .....there will be no more
blow jobs if you don't watch that fresh mouth of
yours..."

I smiled up at him big time and said, "I'm sorry
Maiden.  Please don't be mad" as I continued to pull
my pud...it was feeling real different, but very nice.
 Mike said, "Maiden, my ass....Hey, I hate to have to
tell you, but  you don't know shit about 69ing, do ya
Richie?"   I was catching my breath and shaking my
head to try and clear my brain.  I said, "What..?
That blow job was awesome...what do you mean?"  Mike
said, "Well, one of the important things about
69ing.... both guys, at the same fucking time suck
each other's cock."  I looked confused for a second,
but than realized I had been so over come with
sensations of Mike licking and sucking my cock that I
never once even tasted his.

We both laughed as I realized that while I'd started
off holding Mike's cock, that's as far as I'd gotten
because once Mike licked my boner I let go of his dick
and just held onto his thighs with both my hands with
my cheek pressed against them while I enjoyed that
thrilling ride.... Awesome indeed.  It was much
different then that time Tom Brown blew me.  His
blow-job was very tame compared to Mike's and
obviously knowing Mike was the one sucking my cock was
a lot more of a turn-on than knowing Tom Brown was
sucking it.  No comparison there at all.

I went on and on about what a fantastic blow-job that
was and did I ever love it.  Mike insisted it was the
first one he'd ever given.  Naturally I wanted to know
what he thought about it all and he said he wasn't
sure.  He said he was sure that I was the only person
he'd ever do it for and that he'd certainly consider
doing it again "If you're a good boy, Richie.".  I
said, "Thanks, Mike.  With practice I can envision you
getting good at this.  Now, the next step is to find
what lube you prefer for your hole so I can begin
fucking you on a regular schedule.  Do you want to try
the same lube I use?"  "You are such an asshole,
Richie,  and you are way out of your league with talk
like that.  Way ahead of yourself."

He had chuckled when he said that,  but I got the
under current that he meant what he said.  I don't
think my boner will be testing those waters any time
soon.  Be that as it may,  I was still pleased that
Mike got his message over without slapping the back of
my head like he usually did.  Mike started pointing at
his dick which had not been serviced yet....I grabbed
it and stuck it in my mouth mumbling "Yum yum"  and I
did a damn good job of sucking him off too.  Mike even
said so.  I also did not lose my mind and act stupid
by telling Mike that he was now my own personal
cock-sucker.  I couldn't pull that off like Mike can,
but I was so proud of myself for finally speaking up
and actually asking Mike to suck my cock.  And, I was
proud of the way Mike handled himself too.

Around 8pm we headed out to see what the boardwalk had
in store for us that night.  It wasn't anything
special as it turned out.  Mike was just the same as
he was before the blow-job....I couldn't detect the
slightest change in him although I scrutinized him
even more than I usually do.   We spent some time with
four of the guys, but then we all split up early.
Mike and me made our way over in front of the
boardwalk railing on the beach side.....we sat on a
bench there,  each of us eating a slice of pizza.  We
were quiet just watching the human side-show passing
in front of us.  Then I heard Mike say "Oh Jesus...
what the..?"     Almost at once I caught a whiff of
the odoriferous winds emanating from a large black
woman who had stopped right in front of us with her
backside toward us.  We could hear her say to her
little daughter as the woman's skirt puffed-out a bit,
"Mommy's not feeling too great, Honey.  I'm going to
have to get back to the motel quickly."  Off they
walked with the little girl saying, "Was it those
chili hot dogs Mommy?"

  Mike and me looked at each other and then got up
together and dumped the rest of our pizza slices in a
large trash can near the steps that led to the beach.
"That was fucking delightful"  Mike said  and I said,
"Sure thing, Mike!" as Mike motioned us toward the
steps.  We both shook our heads and laughed as we
headed down the steps to the beach.....Mike said,
"Must have been a large pile of chilie dogs to cause
that much bad wind .......I'm surprised her skirt
didn't burst into  flames."  Mike and me had a great
laugh over that incident....we kept exaggerating the
situation and we laughed harder and longer than we
probably should have.

The afternoon nap had revitalized Mike and me so we're
staying out late tonight.  Walking on the beach at
midnight.... down near the water.   It was almost
chilly with a fairly strong breeze.  Mike said, "Come
over here Richie" and when I got real close he did his
arm across my shoulder thing.... it always starts with
an initial hug of my neck pulling me into him and
sometimes he'll kiss the side of my head.... then we
walk real close together with his arm across my
shoulders or he'll lets his arm hang around my neck.
I love it.  After walking a little bit this night I
put my arm around Mike's waist and he let me leave it
there.  Our bodies rubbed against one another as we
silently walked on the hard packed sand each of us
carrying our sandals in our free hand.

The moon was bright and full, but when it went behind
an occasional cloud it was dark and we watched
carefully where we stepped so we didn't cut our feet
on a broken clam shell.  It was a nice sweet feeling
being alone with Mike like that.  In the entire world
there wasn't a single person or a single place I would
rather be than right there with Mike.

We walked for twenty minutes ...without either of us
saying a word.  I feel awkward when the silence gets
'deafening'  being alone with anybody but Mike.  With
him I feel perfectly comfortable with silence.  I
squeezed Mike's waist from time to time as my feelings
for him  over-flowed with my love for him.  I wanted
to go into a long dissertation about how much he meant
to me and how deeply I loved him,  but I knew Mike too
well to do that.  It would make him feel uncomfortable
and that's not good.  Mike turned us around to head
way back up the beach to the spot on the boardwalk
were Mike's motorbike was chained  down below on the
street.  Mike said, "What would you call the two of
us, Richie?"

This was a question fraught with danger.  I thought
carefully and said, "The two best buds the world has
ever seen."  He said, "Yes, that's it."  We walked
some more and Mike said, "Remember when I told you
about my addictive personality and how I felt I was
addicted to you?"  I nodded my head and said, "Sure
thing, Mike".  Mike said, "I still am."  That was it
for our conversation till we got back to the bike.
Mike unlocked the chain and said," I feel really good
about things Richie and I think you've got a lot to do
with that.  Thanks."  I said, "Sure thing, Mike.  You
too."

We rode home and did the best 69 that the world has
ever seen.  Another world record established by us.
I spunked into Mike's mouth first, but he followed
with spunk of his own....some in my mouth and some
shot right in my eye.  I scrambled around up and out
from under the sheet to swap cum with Mike as he laid
back on his pillow.  What a hot make-out we had.
After a while we were both gasping for breath and we
took a break.  Mike says, " Oh my God, you're hot.
Pass me a cigarette, Richie.  We shared that smoke too
with our little ashtray resting on Mike's bare belly.


When we finished our smoke Mike said,  Jesus Richie,
I've been thinking.  Are we sex deviates or something!
 Ya think we should seek professional help?"  I said,
"Sure thing, Mike."  He looked over and smiled while
shaking his head a little before saying, "Sure thing,
Mike.......I think I may have heard that a few
thousand times this past year.  Haven't I?"  I said,
"Sure thing, Mike".  We must have fallen asleep
shortly after that.....

The rest of the week we went back to our normal sexual
activities for the most part, but there were periods
where we'd do the 69ing three days in a row too.
Mike was unpredictable....I was happy about either
way.....69ing or fucking because I liked the feel of
Mike's lips on my boner and I really did get off the
hottest from Mike fucking me in any one of the half
dozen favorite positions we had.  Too hot for words.

Mike didn't get a call for work until Friday which was
good for me because I loved hanging-out with him.    I
did have to deal with Tiny Dick at noon on Friday
though so with Mike off working on the farm it
simplified things.  I'd told Tiny Dick I'd be there
and so I'll be there.  But what Tiny doesn't know is
that I'm going there just to tell him face to face
that there isn't going to be anything happening
between him and me today.... or in the future either.
It's a bitch of a 45 minute walk to Tiny's aunt's
place.  I'd called Tiny's house trying to catch him
for a ride over, but I missed him by two minutes...God
Damn-it!  Now I've got to walk and it's hot, hot, hot.

I looked for one of the guys all along the way to
hitch a ride with,  but no luck.... I had to walk the
whole way.  I was dripping wet with perspiration when
I got there.  By the sound of the "splash" I heard,
Tiny  had just jumped into the cool pool.  I walked
around the tall hedges that hide the pool from the
street and up to the chain link fence that surrounds
the pool.  There was Tiny with his tiny dick. He had
his eyes closed floating naked on his back unaware I
was looking at him.  He'd kick his feet a little and
float with the help of a blown-up plastic dolphin.
His hands behind his head resting on the toy dolphin.


As Tiny's body moved... so moved his three inch skinny
dick.  It bounced from one side of his little nuts to
the other.  How the hell did he get that little thing
to grow into whatever he used to fuck me with a few
weeks ago?  That is one for the Guinness Book of World
Records too.  The bulb on the end..the head of his
little cock... looked in proportion to the rest of it,
but when it got hard the head swelled up much bigger
than the shaft and really had given my hole a nice
workout. It was plenty big enough to feel very nice.
His cock could swell to almost four inches long when
really, really hard.

It's impossible not to stare at that penis....it looks
like it belongs on a ten year old.  The fact that Tiny
was so blase about it was amazing.  I can't imagine
the stigma that thing would give me if it were mine,
god forbid.  I thought back to that day a few weeks
back when Tiny controlled me with that dominating
personality of his...that unbelievable self confidence
he has.  I was getting a bonner thinking about it.  He
fucked me twice and jerked me off three times.....and
he was plenty rough about it too.  The nut squeezing
he did to me made me shudder to think about.  That
little guy with the hot body and the cute smile and
the cute personality could be a dominant terror when
he put his mind to it.

I called out, "Hey,  that's a big clitoris you got
hanging out your pussy, Sweety!.  But, where's your
tits?"    "Jesus, Richie....you're fucking
hilarious!... and so original too.....  Stop,
please...I'm laughing so hard I'll drown."  Tiny was
in his good boy mode at the moment because his weak
retort was presented with one of Tiny's famous smiles
that just made you smile back at him.  His face wasn't
exactly the cutest,  but his whole sweet act was cute.
 That is, his normal, everyday personality.  Not the
dominant personality......very few smiles with the
dominant one.  I said, "Hi, Tucker.  Sorry to be late,
but I had to walk the whole fucking way."

Tiny got out of the pool and while putting a towel
around his waist he said, "It's great to see you
Richie.  Thanks for coming.  You're a class act, you
keep your word."  I walked around the chain link fence
to the gate and said, "Yeah Tucker, I'm like Tom
Higgenson"  and I sang,  "My word is gooood". "  Tiny
says "Who?"  I told him Tom Higgenson sings lead fot
the Plain White Ts and a lyric in the song "Hey There
Delilah" is "My word is gooood."  Tiny said,
"Whatever" as he handed me a bottle of ice cold beer.
 I was so hot and thirsty it almost tasted good.  I
haven't developed a taste for beer yet.  I'd much
rather have a coke or a Snapple or a fresh squeezed
lemonade or orange juice.  One makes do though so I
drank the beer, but I had to first fire-up a cigarette
to help kill the beer after-taste.  Booze was easier
to handle with a cigarette.

Tiny said he was all rev-ed up and excited about our
up-coming sub/dom role-playing.  He was like a little
kid going to his first baseball game or something.  I
began to feel bad for him.  Tiny was saying that he'd
thought up a couple of new dominant moves that I
should really get my rocks off on.  He's been
practicing on Tony.  "You're going to love em Richie.
I had the best time with you a few weeks ago...that
really rocked!   We just fit together so perfectly it
was awesome and I already told you....you're the best
submissive ever!  You're great."  I'd just finished my
beer and put the empty bottle with my cigarette butt
in it on the little table next to the pool when Tiny
came right up to me and grabbed my balls.  "Now let's
get those clothes off...right now."  His voice and
demeanor had changed just like that.  My cock was
firming up as he squeezed it....that hypnotic voice.

Jesus! I had to take in a big breath.  How did he
change just like that?  He squeezed a little harder
and said, "You better have a clean hole today, boy.  I
let that slide last time, but you'll pay if it isn't
clean today."    I was going to say something as soon
as he stopped talking.  My cock was very hard as Tiny
began stroking it from outside my cargo shorts just
like Mike had done so long ago.   " Jeez, don't do
that Tiny."  was all I could squeeze out of my throat.
  Tiny said, "Don't talk unless I ask you a question"
and using his grip on my crotch he  pulled me closer
to him.  I stumbled into him with a grunt of pain and
he put his other hand down the back of my shorts and
wiggled his finger in my hole.  "Don't" I said,
..."stop a second.  I gotta say...."  Tiny began to
finger fuck me and with the pressure he was putting on
my balls I was gasping for air and couldn't talk as I
was going up on my toes.

I couldn't get a word out.  My hands were holding onto
Tiny's shoulders to keep my balance.    I took my
right hand off his shoulder and made a fist .....our
faces were very close with Tiny looking down at my
crotch and breathing hard ....his breath smelled like
beer.  Being so close I could only get my fist about
eighteen inches away from his face.  I aimed for his
nose and with all the force I could muster from
eighteen inches away I punched Tiny in the face with
as hard a jab as I could manage.  He noticed some
motion at the last second and moved his head up a
fraction so instead of hitting his nose I  split his
lower lip open about a half inch.  It was a pretty
hard snap-punch with my knuckles mashing Tiny's lower
lip against his bottom teeth..  Blood spurted out from
the split lip and Tiny  said, "aaaggghhh".

He immediately pulled his hand out of my ass and let
go of my balls.  Both his hands went to his injured
lip.   He held the finger that had been up my hole
away from his face.  Blood was dripping off his chin.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Richie.  What an
asshole!  Look at this blood, you prick."  I took a
step back....I don't know how I felt .....it was
strange.  Tiny looked at his bloody hand and without
warning did a swift, hard upper cut punch to my
stomach right under my rib cage into  my solar plexus.
 I went ooph!  and bending at my waist I held my
stomach with both hands as he swung a round house
punch that connected with my ear and bells were
clanging somewhere.  I backed up making him miss with
two more round house punches that he'd aimed at my
head.

I said, "Fuck this" and I started throwing punches
wildly.  We were both throwing a flurry of punches
without the slightest boxing technique.... just wild
flailing.  Lots of punches connected on both our
faces.  It's unbelievable how quickly I got tired from
throwing those punches.  My arms started to feel so
heavy and my punches moved much slower that they had
at first.   Never-the-less, I felt I was winning the
boxing match because I was punching from about five
inches above Tiny Dick.  He must have come to the same
conclusion because he stopped punching and dived for
my legs and down we both went...me still swinging my
fists, but now I was mostly hitting his back.

Tiny's towel came loose and he was naked as he got me
in some kind of  wrestling hold.  Mike and I wrestled
a lot in our early days and Mike had shown me a few
moves and holds.... both defensive and offensive.  It
was hard to remember them though as Tiny and me rolled
around on the grass that surrounds the pool.  No words
were spoken... just desperate action to try and kill
each other.  I'd never felt such rage.  My face was
pushed in the grass and my teeth had dirt and grass in
them when I reversed positions and I got Tiny  on the
bottom with me trying to get his legs in one of the
wrestling holds I'd learned from Mike.  It wasn't easy
keeping hold of Tiny because he's small with a strong
tight wirey body and he was soaking wet from the pool
and from our sweat.  He was slippery as an eel.

Without intending to, just from our rough jostling
around,  his elbow connected hard with the bridge of
my nose.  You could heard a crack and blood flowed out
both my nostrils.  I saw black before my eyes and I
thought I was going to pass out.  Tiny was startled
and hesitated for a few seconds looking at all the
blood.  That gave me just enough time to clear my head
and I was able to flip Tiny over.  When he landed on
his  back his head cracked on the flag-stone walk
around the pool. Tiny said, "No..wait, don't.  My
head."  There was a little blood near the back of his
head so I was scared that something serious happened.
We both stopped fighting.  My heart was pounding and
my chest was heaving.  Blood all over both of us from
my nose and his lip and who knows what else.

I sat back on the stone walk with my hands behind me
supporting me and catching my breath. "Are you OK?" I
asked.  Tiny said, "How the fuck should I know.  I got
the world's worse headache and I saw stars when you
cracked my head on this stone walk".    He was pissed,
but a lot of the aggressiveness  had been knocked out
of him for the moment.   I got my breath back and on
my hands and knees I went over to help Tiny sit up.  I
checked the back of his head.  A big lump was obvious
already, but no blood.  He had landed in blood that
had dripped from one of us.  I told Tiny he was find
and then I put my head back and tried to stop my nose
from bleeding using the pool towel that  Tiny had had
wrapped around him earlier.

Tiny finally staggered to his feet and angrily said,
"Ya know what, ya cunt.  Why don't you get the fuck
out of here!  Get going before I kick your ass some
more.  Go on, get lost you pussy."   I thought about
starting the fight again, but I was having trouble
stopping the bleeding from my nose.  When I managed to
get up and start walking I dropped his towel and took
off my T shirt to use for my bloody nose.  I said in a
 voice that people have when they hold their nostrils
together with their fingers, "You are one sick mother
fucker, Tiny.  You need some serious professional help
with that split personality shit you put out.  Just
stay the fuck away from me..... and... and,  I'm
telling Tony to stay the fuck away from you too....
you psycho homo."

Tiny was walking toward the kitchen door dragging that
towel with all my blood on it behind him.  He looked
back and screamed, "Get the fuck out of here you queer
girly boy.  Run to Mike.  And you don't tell Tony to
do shit.  I tell Tony what the fuck to do.  Get out!"
He was enraged like I couldn't believe.  I thought of
a clever retort so I screamed it right back at him,
"Fuck you!"  That will show him.  I was dizzy and
unbelievably thirsty and I had a 45 minute walk in
front of me with no shirt in 90 degree heat.  I was
drenched in blood too ....Swell...

After ten minutes of walking I had to sit down on the
curb by the side of the road. The smell of the
over-heated black top road was nauseating as my nose
throbbed with pain.   Then that unmistakable feeling
came over me, sweat broke out on my forehead and I
leaned over and vomited in the gutter.  All the beer
plus some stomach bile.  It was gruesome.  I had to
get something to drink.  I was a total mess, but the
hell with it, I needed a quart of bottled water.   I
walked toward a grocery store as I reached for my
wallet, but of course the wallet wasn't there.   It
had fallen out of the back pocket of my cargo shorts
during the fight.  I yelled "Fuck!' real loud and some
old-sounding person behind a fence said, "Watch your
language."   The temptation to answer that unseen
voice was great, but I figured I did not need anymore
trouble at the moment.

I walked for another five minutes feeling very hot and
sick and hurt...my body and face hurt in many places.
Tiny pulled up in his car, rolled down his window and
said, "We gotta talk, Richie.  Come on, get in.  I've
got the air conditioner going full blast.  Here, I got
some water for ya and I found your wallet too."  I
stood there looking at him for a full minute and then
I walked around and got in the passenger door. The
seat was covered with a beach towel.  He handed me a
bottled water and I drained it in one long
drink...gulp after gulp after gulp.  It was the best
tasting water I'd ever had.  The coolness of the
air-conditioned car interior was refreshing and I felt
a lot better in minutes.

We did not talk.  Tiny just drove toward my house.  My
nose had stopped bleeding, but it was stopped-up with
coagulated blood and I was very uncomfortable
breathing only through my mouth....aches and pains all
over.  Tiny drove with one hand and held a plastic
sandwich bag filled with ice on the large lump at the
back of his head with the other hand.  His split lip
was held together with a strip of while adhesive tape.
 It was badly swollen and his left eye was puffy and
tender looking.  He had three other scrapes/cuts on
his face and he looked like he'd been in a fight.  God
only knows what I looked like,  but surely no better
than Tiny.

Tiny pulled up to the curb opposite my house and said,
"Will ya wait a second Richie.  I didn't mean to call
you all those names.  I like you, but you sucker
punched me and that made me lose my cool entirely.
I've got a bad temper.    I'm sorry the fight got so
out of control.... even though  you started it.  What
I'd like to know is why you sucker punched me in the
first place?"

 I took a deep breath and said that if he had no clue
why I hit him it was probably going to take too long
of a conversation to deal with right here and now.  I
said that it had to do with him thinking he could do
whatever the hell he felt like doing to me even when I
said "No"  "Wait a second" and so forth.  He countered
with, "but that's what we did last time".  I admitted
I gave off the wrong signals then,  but I'd come over
today to straighten it out ....."You wouldn't give me
a chance to explain myself, Tiny.  You just bullied
your way along and I'm sick of being pushed around by
everybody.  I guess I can see your point too so I'll
say I'm sorry it happened.  Can we leave it at that
and try to move on?"

We talked a little more and we agreed when discussing
this with the guys to keep the reason for the fight
vague.  You know, we just started wrestling around and
things got out of hand.  We're both sorry about it,
but shit happens.  We're still buds... we're putting
the fight behind us and moving on.  That was our
story,  but I knew Tiny and me would never be close
buds again.  And also, he knew not to try any of his
dominance shit on me again.  We understood each other
I guess you could say.  I promised not to try to turn
Tony against him and he promised to keep our
experiences to himself.  That is the best either of us
could hope would come out of this shit storm of ours.

I went in and took a long bath.  When the water
started running cool I got out and after drying off I
lay down on our bed.  I was very sore all over.   I'd
used a warm, wet wash clothe drippings in my nostrils
little by little to soften the blood clots in my
nostril and eventually I cleared them out.  They bled
a little bit more after that,  but didn't clog up
again.  Thinking back I guess that Tiny deserves
credit for swallowing his pride to come pick me up and
say he was sorry.  I respect him for that, but he
kicked my ass and it's hard to have fond feelings for
someone causing all this discomfort.  I knew he was
hurting as much as I was, but somehow I didn't really
care too much about that.   I worried that I should
care about how Tiny was feeling....but he'd pissed me
off and I hoped he felt as bad as I do......or, maybe
a tiny bit worse.
Guess I use to be a nicer kid than I am now.    I fell
asleep with a frown on my face.

"What the fuck happened to you?"  Mike had shaken me
awake and asked that question as soon as he got back
from the tomato farm.  As soon as I opened my
eyes......oh my God did I have aches and pains now.  I
had a wild headache in the center of my face and
forehead... obviously from the cracked nose.  I got
dizzy sitting up in bed to answer  Mike.  I said, "Oh,
hi Mike.  I kicked Tiny Dick's ass and I guess he got
in a couple of lucky licks."  Mike had an intense,
serious look on his face as he said, "Don't fuck
around with me, Richie.  Who did this to you?  I'm
going to kick the shit out of whoever it was.  Now,
who was it?"  His face was dark red and a vein pulsed
in his neck...a tic in his eye.  The threat of
violence reverberated in each of Mike's words .... his
overall demeanor scared me.  I tried to calm him down
with that generic story Tiny and me had come up with.
No more joking around because I knew  instinctively to
knock off the jokes with Mike in this frame of mind.

"Really, Mike...we started out just goofing around and
I accidentally split his lip and one thing led to
another.  It was really my fault, Mike.  Don't do
anything, please."  He sat next to me on the bed and I
could see him trying to calm himself down.  His temper
has gotten him in trouble over the years and his
brother Danny's temper was legendary in  Wildwood.
Do not fuck with a Sullivan was the word out there.
Jesus, I don't ever want to have Mike that pissed-off
at me.  It was frightening.

The normal color returned slowly to Mike's face and he
softened his features some.   He held the back of my
neck and closed his eyes.  He bit his lower lip,
opened his eyes and said, "OK, Richie.  I'll take you
at your word.  When I came in here and saw your
face....well,  red flashes of color blinded my vision
and I wanted to hurt somebody bad.  If you say it was
both your faults, we'll let it go at that....for now.
OK?  Come here."  And he hugged the side of my head
against his chest.  I could feel his heart beating
strong and fast.  He was still angry,  but getting
himself under control.

When I was up and limping around Mike suggested we go
see a movie instead of walking the boards.  I tried to
seem up-beat about it, but he could tell I was hurting
too much for even a movie so we stayed in and watched
the Phillies lose another baseball game on TV.  I fell
asleep with my head on his lap before the last out.
Getting beat-up makes you tired.  Next thing I knew I
was waking up in our bed with the morning sunshine in
my eyes.

Mike was in the sleeping bag on the floor.  When he
woke up he said he'd helped me to bed last night, but
I'd really just been walking in my sleep.  I don't
remember a thing about it.  He slept in the sleeping
bag because he was afraid he'd roll over and hit my
nose.  My nose was very swollen and tender and I had
two black eyes.  Mike had calmed completely down by
morning and he stared at my face and said, "You look
tough, Richie."  I said, "Sure thing, Mike".

This Saturday my old man wasn't on duty at the casino
.  He staggered into the kitchen from his bedroom and
was asking for his coffee, breakfast roll and
cigarettes.  Mike said he'd go get it all and that
made my dad look up and that's when he noticed my
face.  He thought I'd been in a car accident.  Mike
shook his head at my dad and said, "He'll tell you his
story while I'm getting our stuff.  I don't know what
to believe."   Mike took off and I told dad the cover
story that Tiny and I were sticking to.  My dad said,
 " Jesus, Richie...how big is this kid, Tiny?  He
really did a number on ya."  Dad was pouring a glass
of orange juice to take his blood pressure pill with.
I said, "You wouldn't believe his size dad...you just
wouldn't believe it."  We left it at that.  Mike came
back with coffee and donuts for all three of us.
Maybe I should get beat-up more often.... Mike was
being wicked sweet as my gofer!

On Sunday my dad, Mrs Sullivan, Mike and me took a day
trip to Philadelphia.  We did the sight seeing routine
including the Duck tour that traveled the streets of
Philadelphia on wheels and then the vehicle left the
road and went right into the Delaware River.   It was
Mrs Sullivan's idea of a family outing.  Mike wasn't
thrilled with sight seeing in the first place and was
getting testier by the minute.  Water splashing up on
us from the dirty Delaware river did nothing to calm
the situation.

Neither did the  two boys sitting directly behind us
who kept talking loudly right in the middle of the
tour guides speeches.  The boys were twins ....about
twelve years old with long hair like the Beatles had
in the sixties.  Both of them  looked like Ringo Star.
 Not good.  Their parents were sitting behind them
letting the boys do as they pleased.  Mike kept
looking over at me and making annoyed faces.  I
frowned back at Mike as I wondered why the kids
parents wouldn't correct their boys' behavior.

The boys were annoying everyone.  We could hear the
murmuring about them from various spots on the duck
tour, but still the parents did nothing.  The two
over-active boys kept bumping into the back of the
seat Mike and me shared.  After a while Mike said
"Fuck, man" and he turned around to look over the back
of our seat to tell the boys, "If you two nitwits
don't shut up and stop banging into the back of our
seat, I will tie a knot in your little peckers."  Mike
can put on a scary face and voice.  After his
ultimatum he stared at the twin boys and then at the
parents behind the boys.  I was curious about the
parent's reaction so I took a peek around the side of
my aisle seat and saw that both parents were busy
looking out the window.   Mike waited a beat and then
said, "Thank you so much."  That was the last we heard
from those kids.

I looked over at my dad and he winked at me.  Mrs
Sullivan had this proud look on her face and Mike went
back to reading the tour brochure.  Later on, after
the tour,  we had a really good lobster-tail dinner on
the water-front and Mike and I had a glass of white
wine with dinner.... which was ghastly.  The wine was
my dad's idea of a treat.  Our parents stayed at the
table after dinner for coffee and brandy.  Mike and I
went outside for cigarettes.  It was a nice day... all
in all.  My face was healing quickly and I was hoping
for some sex tonight.  Last two nights Mike was afraid
of bumping my nose which had been very tender.  It was
coming along today and I was missing the feel of Mike.
 I said, "How about a little sexy fun tonight, Mike."
He said, "Sure thing, Richie."

During the next few days I healed and things returned
to normal...more or less.  Tiny and I pretended to be
fine, but there was definitely a coolness between us
and not in a "kewl" way either.  We mostly stayed
apart.  Mike and me had a couple of fun 69s and he
said he was starting to like my little dick....that it
taste like something, but he couldn't think of what.
I said, "Sure thing, Mike."  It felt so good to get
sucked off that way.  Mike was semi getting into it
and I almost felt as though we were in a contest at
times.  I know I tried to suck him as fast and with as
much suction and energy as Mike was giving my boner.
Mike was always saying he liked my "little dick" or my
"little pecker" but I was just about the same size as
most kids...about five and a half inches.  Mike's dick
was at least an inch longer than mine and it was like
everything else on him...perfect.  Really yummy
looking and tasty.  Really!  Better than a lollipop...

We were having the best time ever.  I could just sense
Mike loosening up and letting himself be more open
with me.  He wasn't  evaluating everything I said or
did to see if I was disrespecting him in some way.  He
gave me compliments and would say in a joking way,
"God damn I love you, Richie".  He'd say that when I
did him a favor like get up to get him a Snapple or
ride his motorbike to get him a pack of cigarettes.  I
loved to hear him use the word "love" and "Richie" in
the same sentence.  I liked going to Manny's
barbershop with him, or going for our long rides
through the countryside without another person in
sight.... just Mike and me on his bike...  I loved
walking together on the boardwalk when Mike leans over
to say something only I can hear, the smell of him and
the sexy times...oh my God the sexy times.  I loved my
life with a passion and Mike was the reason for almost
all of it.

Mac came back from vacation that week and his first
day back he invited three of the guys to go
water-skiing the next day at his uncle's place in the
bay at Ocean City.   He asked Mike of course, and Kyle
and Joey.  I just took a drag on my cigarette and
looked out at the ocean.  Mac was jealous of my
closeness to Mike and he had been for months....he'd
never invite me.  Tiny, Tony and Dennis are all
saying, "Hey, what the fuck?  Why can't we all go and
take turns in the fucking boat.  We know how to water
ski."  I said nothing...fuck him!  I just pouted.  Mac
said that his uncle only wanted four of them over at a
time and that included himself.  "Maybe you guys can
come next time....if you're lucky, suckers!"

Mac said that all the guys had to be here at this spot
9am sharp tomorrow morning.  He told the guys what
they needed to bring... Mac was being a real
'big-shot',  take-charge guy.   I turned around
wondering how Mike was reacting to all this.  He'd
been strangely quiet.   He had a look on his face that
said, "Are you shitting me?"   Nobody else could read
it, but me.  I waited knowing that Mike wasn't buying
Mac's act one bit..   In less than a minute Mike
simply said, "No, Mac.  I'm not going to do that.
Come on Richie."   This burst Mac's bubble of
exclusivity as I heard Kyle immediately say, "Yeah, I
don't know if I can make it either, Mac."   If Mike
wasn't going the other guys weren't sure if they
wanted to go.....

They were all looking at each other as I followed Mike
off the boardwalk.  We jumped on Mike's motorbike and
roared off.  Before the take-off I heard Mike say to
himself, "Shove your Uncle and his boat up your ass,
Mac".  I laughed out loud.  I hadn't spent the two $50
bills my dad had given me for Mike and me to have a
fancy dinner with so I suggested we rent a motor boat
with the money and take the rest of the guys water
skiing with us.  That's what we did.  I almost drowned
learning how to water-ski, but once I learned ....what
a rush.  It was a blast.  Mike had a couple of
for-real laughing jags at the trouble I had getting my
skinny ass up out of the water at take off.  Jeez, it
was fun.  We even brought Tiny with us.

We had fun times day after day.  Mike had been trying
to get me on the tomato farm crew for weeks and then
finally my name came up on the waiting list...... I
was one of the farm boys.  Jesus, did that job suck.
It was back breaking work in the open fields under the
hot, hot sun and after three days I bowed-out saying I
was neglecting my job getting my old man his morning
coffee and stuff.  Mike and the farm boys laughed.
They knew the work was just too hard for me.  It
emphasized just how tough Mike was though....very
strong boy.

This summer was the best summer of my life.    I
know...I said the same thing about last
summer....which was my first summer with Mike.
Now....  last summer is second best.  It was two weeks
before school started up again and none of us could
believe it arrived so fast.  I was doing my kitchen
clean-up duties around 9:30 in the morning.  Doing
kitchen clean-up was a Monday's chore.  One day each
week-day I cleaned an entire room from top to bottom.
Kitchen on Monday, then next day the family room, our
bedroom, the old man's bedroom and the bathroom on
Fridays.  I get $50 a week for this house cleaning. If
I need extra money for some activity or other dad
usually just gives it to me or has me do something
extra to earn it....like paint the porch.

The big news at the moment is the moving van parked in
front of Tom Brown's door just down the block a few
houses from our place.  He and his mother had been
scheduled to move out three months ago but building
delays on their new house pushed back the completion
date time after time.  I was so relieved that he was
finally moving away from here.  We'd still be in the
same high school,  but Tom Brown's  new house was not
here, it was some place on the other side of Wildwood.
 Thank God!

Mike was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette
while he read the sports page and drank his second cup
of coffee.  I was working at cleaning the stove
enjoying a nice breeze coming in through the open
kitchen window. We hadn't turned  the air conditioner
on yet because the temperature was still in the low
seventies and very pleasant.  Then....oh no, speaking
of the devil.... I heard through the window the
unmistakable arrogant voice of Tom Brown.

He was saying, "Hey Sullivan... don't you remember me
telling you that smoking isn't good for your health.
It was only last summer for Christ's sake.  You shouId
be able to remember that far back.  Plus, do you have
any clue as to how offensive cigarette smoke smells to
us non-smokers?   God, I try to help, but you just
can't grasp it, can you?"  I heard Mike rustling  the
newspaper  and then say,  "What the fuck you mumbling
about?"

Tom said, "You have the same problems that I corrected
Richie of last winter.  You're simply not neighborly
and you have bad manners.  It hurts me to have to tell
you these things, but I'm a straight shooter and I'm
always trying to help with some constructive criticism
where ever it's  needed."  It was evident he thought
he was being funny while he got in some insulting
remarks...

Mike rustled the newspaper again and said, "Huh?  Are
you still here, Brown?  I didn't hear a single word
you just said.   But I do strongly suggest that you
pay attention to what I'm going to say now.  Are you
ready?...Here it is........   What the fuck do you
want?"      Tom, putting on even more of a pompous
voice said,  "Like I said, you have no manners.
What the fuck do I want....is that your question?
Hmmm, not that it's any of your business, but I just
stopped by to see my friend Richie."

I heard Mike's deck chair scrape on the porch floor as
he straightened up to give Tom a hard stare..  Tom
Brown continued in that pompus manner of his, "I've
written down my new address and telephone number for
him.  Richie and I have some unfinished business...
well actually,  Richie asked me for a favor some time
ago.  Last winter it was.  Something that...well, we
were into together. Nothing to do with you
Sullivan...well, not directly anyway."  Tom finished
with a sneaky sounding laugh.

Mike, getting bored with this whole routine,  ignored
that entire rambling story from Tom and lit another
cigarette.   After that he told Tom, in an off-hand
way,  that I was busy at the moment and to just leave
the new address there on the railing.  Mike added in a
dismissive manner, " And,....whatever,  I'll tell him
you were here."  My heart was thumping dully in my
chest and I had a sick feeling in the pit of my
stomach.  Should I go out there?  How should I play
this?  Fuck!

Tom matter-of-factly told  Mike that he'd prefer
handing the new address to me personally to be sure I
got it.  He said I'd be so disappointed if I didn't
know his new address and telephone number.   He added,
"I'm sure you're unaware of the brain cell loss
caused by cigarette smoking and I'm afraid that you'll
forget to tell him I was even here, never mind
remembering to hand this slip of paper to him".
Mike starting to get up said, "Are you looking for a
fight, asshole?"

Tom said, "of course not".... and then he hopped up on
the porch and rang our doorbell.  Mike stood-up and
walked toward Tom Brown, but before he reached him I
was out on the porch.  I said, "Oh, yeah....Hi, Tom.
 Sorry I can't chat but I'm working right now."  I
took the slip of paper right out of Tom's fingers
before he knew what happened.  Tom said, "Richie, it
looks like you've forgotten to be more neighborly and
to have better  manners."   Tom put a fake surprised
look on his face and added.  "After all the trouble I
went through with you?   I did the favor you asked me
to do.... you were so anxious that we 'finish-up'
another time.  Well, am I right?"  Tom's demeanor was
purposely pompus and arrogant.  He was acting, playing
a role.  His goal was to needle Mike and me while
insulting us at the same time by acting as if we were
a couple of dim-witted clods.  That's probably what he
actually thought we were.

Mike pushed Tom in the chest roughly and said, "I've
had enough of your bull shit, Brown.  Either tell me
what you're talking about or get the fuck away from
here."  Tom, getting a little pissy himself said he
wouldn't think of telling Mike about personal sexual
matters that we, Tom and me, engaged in last winter.
Mike said, "Personal sexual....?"  his face was that
dark red color again and he grabbed the front of Tom's
shirt, jerked him off balance and swept Tom's feet out
from under him while pushing Tom over the porch
railing onto the cement sidewalk.  The same sidewalk I
would have crashed onto if I hadn't grabbed around
Mike's neck while he was giving me that test way back
when.....the test to see if I was gay.

Tom Brown let out a scream as he went flying with his
calves scraping against the top of the railing..... He
quickly followed the little scream with a grunting
sound as he flopped and then slid on the cement
sidewalk.  Mike had put a lot of muscle behind that
shove and Tom landed hard on the cement.   Still
red-faced Mike said,  "Oops,  so sorry Tom, but my
brain blacked-out there for a second.  Those fucking
cigarettes, ya know?"

Tom tried to get up once, but sat right back down.  He
had the wet eyes from pain and embarrassment.   I
could see big rips in his jeans at both knees where he
had hit the cement.   Tom's knees were scraped-raw and
bleeding ..... they looked very painful.  Tom was
swallowing hard while looking at the palm of his right
hand that he'd used trying to break his fall..... it
too had a nasty looking brush burn with small
sand-sized gravel pieces embedded in the scrapped
flesh.  I said,  "Thanks for the address Tom."

Mike walked over to the porch step leading to the
sidewalk while Tom was slowly pulling himself up
holding onto the porch railing.  Tom Brown had
finally lost his cool.  He dropped the phoney pompus
act and with a spray of spit flying out  of his mouth
he screamed,  "Fuck you ...you fag losers.  Oh, by the
way....I sure enjoyed that blow job, Richie.  I hope
you enjoyed the spanking I gave you and there's no
need to pout you little cunt,  I'll still make time to
help you get off from your next spanking."  Tom turned
his head quickly to look at Mike and he spit-out,
"The next time I see you Sullivan I'm going to kick
your skinny faggy ass all over town."

Mike stared at him a second before saying, "How about
right now, dickhead.  You see me right now dont'cha?"
Mike started down off the porch and Tom Brown took
three or four hopping steps toward his house and
called out for somebody named Matty.  Matty did not
appear, but it did distract Mike's attention and
allowed Tom to get closer to his house.  Mike said,
"Ah fuck you maggot,  I'll be watching for you....ya
sicko.   Feel free to bring on your sorry-ass-act any
fucking time you can work-up the balls.  Any time at
all.... and frankly I can't wait."  Tom Brown gave us
both the finger and limped down to his house and then
he went right inside.  He did not reappear.  I'd
already made a tight, soggy ball out of the slip of
paper with the adress and telephone number......I
flicked it into the street as my heart hammered in my
chest.

Mike stared at the last place Tom Brown had been and
then slowly turned to look back at me.  I looked right
down at the recently painted porch floor and felt sick
to my stomach.  Mike stared and I felt as if he could
look right into my head.  I said nothing, but I
couldn't move either.   Finally Mike said,  "All you
have to do is look me in the eyes and tell me he's
full of shit, Richie.  Richie?"  Not being able to do
that,  I exerted tremendous effort to just turn around
and quickly walk  back through the house to our
bedroom.

Tears of fear and humiliation sliding down my face.
About three minutes later I heard the screen door slam
and then the heavy wooden door slam behind it.  I
could hear Mike turning on the air-conditioner for the
family room.  My heart was beating scary fast and I
kept swallowing.  Mike walked back to our bedroom
slowly... his feet deliberately banging the floor with
each step.  I looked around the bedroom in
desperation.... saw the window, but I knew that was
even too stupid for me to do.  Without a choice, I
just sat on the bed and waited.  I didn't have long to
wait.

Mike came in with a hurt, pissed-off look on his face.
 He was talking in a tight, angry voice,  "I opened
myself up to you Richie and trusted you like I never
trusted anybody except my brother Danny and you make a
fool out of me in front of that piece of shit, Tom
Brown.  You made it possible for that turd to laugh at
me because my number one best bud in the world  has
been blowing guys.   Blowing that .....that, pile of
phony horse-shit garbage...that arrogant bastard?"  I
yelled, "No Mike, it wasn't like that.  He made
me...he tricked me into saying and doing things.
Mike, please I ....I didn't mean to do those things...
I mean, I didn't do those things."

I said in one long outburst of words, "Tom Brown
almost broke in the house last winter and he did that
fucking talking-in-circles thing he does and he got me
to say we were gay and then he kissed me and to keep
him from telling you I let him give me a
spanking....that's his fetish he said, spanking guys.
I think Robert Conti from our class was coming over
Brown's place to get spanked too.  You know Robert,
the junior class vice president.  Mike, please believe
me,  Tom  shot a load in his pants spanking me.  Can
you imagine that?  Then he made me lick the finger he
had up my ass and other stuff...He blew me Mike...

As I was rambling on Mike shook his head and
mumbled...Robert Conti?...then he shook that thought
away and gritted his teeth together.   He made and
unmade a fist with both hands, but then.....as I said,
"He blew me..."  Mike just whipped around and smacked
my face with his open hand harder than my old man ever
smacked me.  I sat there on our bed with my back
straight, my hands grabbing a handful of bed linens on
either side of me with a trickle of blood running from
my left nostril....and tears running down my face in a
silent cry.  I held my face out there for another
smack if Mike wanted to..  I said, "Mike, Pleeeeeeze
believe me.  I love you more than life.... Please
believe me, I didn't do anything to Tom Brown."

Then I repeated stuff randomly...."He spanked me
because that's his fetish.  If I didn't go along with
him he was going to tell you we kissed and that I said
we were gay.  You were just about to move back in with
me...I didn't want anything to ruin that...He tricked
me and threatened me.  I didn't blow him or kiss him.
He did it to me.  Please Mike... please I love you."
I just held my head up for my next smack as some tears
roll down my cheeks.

Mike looked angry and confused.  He hesitated and
looked-up at the ceiling and said, " God damn-it all!"
 I heard him blow out a long breath just like he'd
done when he'd yelled at Kyle a month or so ago on the
boardwalk.   After a few seconds Mike mumbled, "Oh
shit,  my fucked-up temper."   He took two steps to
the bed but he didn't smack me again.... instead he
sat down next to me and in an apologetic voice said,
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Richie.  I
don't fucking own you.  I was jealous.. Can I believe
my own self?   I had a jealous fit,  Richie... over
you.   I shouldn't have smacked you.  I had no right
to do that....I feel horrible, Richie.   I hate myself
sometimes."

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled the side
of my face that he'd slapped to his lips and kissed my
face and said would I  forgive him.  I nodded my head
up and down and said, "Will you forgive me?"  Mike
said that he didn't think I needed to be forgiven.
Again he said he didn't own me.  I said, "Please,
Mike.  Own me.  Please ......"

Mike did a long kiss on the side of my forehead and
another one near my ear ....then he said real low,
like he was whispering a secret to me,   "It's so hard
for me to admit these things...it's so hard for me to
even say these things.  Hell, I guess I'm a phony,
Richie."    I was holding on to the arm he had around
my neck with both my hands and my heart was beating
fast.  Mike was saying things I'd never heard before
and I realized what a relief it was for me to finally
hear him say straight-out, "I love you but I don't
have the guts to tell you that, Richie.  It's not an
addiction I have for you, it's love.  You've been the
strong one...the brave and honest one all along."   He
held my neck tight and moved his head a little bit
back and forth against mine.

After a few seconds he continued in even a lower
whisper that I could barely make out....it was almost
like he was saying things to himself... things that
surprised even him.  "Jeez, it's weird but I love the
way you love me.....I love how nice you are to
everyone.....God almighty, I'm so fucked up right now,
Richie....I love your cute face and the way you taste
and the way you squirm when I'm making love to you and
that little squeal you make.  Hell, we're not just the
two best buds the world has ever seen.  We're the two
best gay buds the world will ever know... if we ever
tell them, that is."   I was in a daze to say the
least.  The side of my face was wet from Mike's
tears......the first tears I'd ever known him to shed.

  It was like Mike was dumping out all his emotions in
one long confession.  I just listened.   He said,
"Richie,  I'm blown away that you have never once
mentioned that you saved my life.  You never use that
to try to get your way or to make me feel guilty when
I'm acting like a prick.  I really admire you."   I
could tell he was pretty much through with his
confession when he said, " Hope you can remember all
this Richie,  because I'll probably never have the
balls to say this stuff again..    If I hadn't smacked
you and gotten this fucking guilty feeling I don't
think I'd have been able to work up the guts to say it
now.."    In a voice as quiet as his I said, "Sure
thing, Mike."

Shortly after Mike was done talking we drifted over
side-ways to fall on the bed with Mike still hugging
me loosely and I held on to the arms that he hugged me
with and I closed my eyes and thanked all the worlds'
Gods for my blessings.  Mike hugged me tighter and we
both eventually fell off to sleep about 10am.  I think
the huge emotional out-pouring from both of us caused
us to drift off to a morning nap.

We didn't nap for long.   I woke-up first and sat-up
in bed with this feeling of such peace.....such joy.
Thinking about every word Mike said to me....I've
never felt so safe and .....so happy at last.  I
wondered if I should get everything off my conscience
too ...the whole Tom Brown story and all the Tiny Dick
stuff.  After comtemplating this for about a second I
decided that I wouldn't be doing that now....if ever.
I decided I'd leave everything just the way it was and
keep enjoying the very nice way I was feeling...

Mike woke-up a few minutes after I did and as he lay
there in bed rubbing my back he quietly said, "You OK,
Richie?"  I looked around at him and said, "Sure
thing, Mike.  Thank you for everything, Mike.  I know
you don't want to hear this every ten minutes, but I
love you Mike.....more than I thought it was possible
to love someone."  Mike took a deep breath, blew it
out in an exaggerated manner and said, "You're right,
Richie....I don't want to hear that shit every ten
minutes."  I smiled to myself because Mike was
sounding just like Mike again and that ain't all bad.


He got up and as he stretched he said,  "Unforunately
I can't pretend this morning never happened, but I
just want you to know that  I feel like a total
asshole blubbering all over you like I did, Richie.  I
swear to God I can't ever remember feeling this
embarrassed.... Damn!.... Just thinking about the
stuff I said."  He was taking off his nylon sweat
pants to put on something cooler.  Mike talked without
eye contact and it was in Mike's regular
'matter-of-fact voice....not the apologetic one he
used a little while ago.  He said,   "A guy can feel
stuff inside, but he doesn't have to babble about it
around the fucking clock.  It's just...well, I
stupidly smacked you because I was jealous of you
being with that jackass Tom Brown.. ...Shit, I
shouldn't have done that!"

He was going through our little chest of drawers
looking for something and just mumbling on and on....
"Oh fuck, I don't know.... it's just that I had such a
guilty conscience and, you know...... all this shit
comes pouring out of me and all that other stuff.  The
tears and all...it was a fucking freak show and I'm
really, really embarrassed about it.  You and me are
not going to be discussing this shit again
Richie...you do understand that, right?"  I said,
"Sure thing, Mike."

My eyes stayed on Mike as he bumped around our tiny
bedroom.  It was as if he didn't really know what to
do next.    I couldn't think of anything else to say
that would help the situation so I just kept quiet.
It's a technique I should probably use more often.
Once again I thought Mike was done talking, but then
he started right up,  " So Richie,  that's all I can
say about it.  I mean,  you and me know exactly how we
feel about each other by now, right?  Jesus Christ I
should hope so.  But,  we don't have to turn our lives
into a fucking soap opera, ya know.  It's like I
feel...I don't know, I always feel responsible for
looking out for you and all."

I continued looking at Mike.  I kept thinking "He has
to be done now" and then he'd continue.  " Hell,  it's
just that you were sitting on the bed, not doing
anything except trying to explain what happened and I
smacked you...that is NOT 'looking out for you'
....it just blew me away at how jealous I felt and  at
what a prick I was to do that to you.  I wanted to
make it up to you.  Hell, everything came tumbling
out... thats all.  I don't know why the fuck I'm still
talking about this...it's over and we're going to
forget about it..   We are going to leave this entire
fucking episode right here in this room.  OK, Richie?"
 I said, "Sure thing, Mike".  And I pulled on his arm
while he was trying to put a pair of shorts on.

He looked back at me with a quizzical look on his face
and I gave him a good smile.  He said, "You're so
gay."  He took the one leg he'd had in his clean
shorts back out and climbed back into bed.  I kissed
his lips....he kissed me back and we let one thing
lead to another and before long cum was flying around
our bedroom just like it normally does.  At one point
I thought...... how unique and wonderful it was to
have Mike be so open about his feelings but, on the
other hand...there is something to be said for
normalcy too.

I am no fool no matter what you may think.....after
that morning I did not bring any of this up again and
neither did Mike.  But he's right....we do now know
how we feel about each other.  I don't have to assume
anymore because...I know.  So....Everything is pretty
much the same between Mike and me except now I know
how it feels to be loved....and that is no small
thing.

A week after school started Mike, me and our two
parents were out to a special dinner and after dinner
they drove us to see a beautiful new house with a
distant view of the ocean.  The house wasn't quite
completed.  "What's with the house you guys?", Mike
asked.  My dad said that he and Mike's mother had
bought this house together.  Mike and me looked at
each other and we said simultaneously, "No way?"  Mrs
Sullivan said, "Way, boys.  You two are going to be
step brothers .....or whatever the hell it's called."

The marriage was to be Thankgiving eve and I was going
be the best man.  Mike said, "That sucks dude...I am
not going to be maid of honor!"  He was joking....Mike
would play the part of the guy who gives the bride
away.  That job is normally handled by the brides'
father, but Mrs Sullivan's father had passed away
three years ago.  Mrs Sullivan's sister would be
matron of honor.   The house they'd bought was a three
bedroom house with two and a half baths.  When Mike
and I first toured the house, before it was completed,
we looked at each other mouthing... "separate
bedrooms?"  Later that day Mrs Sullivan asked if we'd
mind sharing a bedroom so she could have a guest room
for her various family members when they visited.
Guess what we said.......


Mike and I didn't know how we felt about being in the
same family...not that it was a major concern, just
odd some how.  We half expected that our parents would
get married, but we didn't think it would be this soon
I guess.  They seemed to be perfect for each other and
Mike said his mom had been dropping big hints for some
time now that a marriage was a strong possibility.
The two parents were having a lot of fun planning the
wedding and furnishing the new house so Mike and me
just shrugged, made a face at each other and went on
about our lives.

At school Tom Brown stayed away from both of us,  but
he especially made a point of staying clear of Mike.
It was evident, even to Tom Brown...... once he
thought about it, that Mike could put him in the
hospital in a fight.  I asked Mike if he intended to
instigate a fight and he said, "Why would I do that
Richie?  If Brown has come to his senses and stays
away from me I'll just leave it as it is.  You know
from your fight with Tiny Dick that even if you win a
fight you're still going to take a beating.  I'm not a
fighter, Richie....  I'm a lover, dude!  You know
that."

We were scheduled to move into the new house in a few
days and I was feeling sad to leave that little place
of my dad's....especially that tiny bedroom Mike and
me used.  Oh well, we were moving on.   The new house
was furnished with mostly brand-new furniture.  One
day Mike and me were checking the new place out and we
noticed a new double bed in what was going to be our
bedroom.  We double-checked that the bed was in fact
in our room and it was.  The master bedroom had a
kingsize bed in it and the other bedroom didn't have a
bed yet, but it had real girly curtains on the
windows.  That wasn't our room.  What the hell?

We'd come over on the spur of the moment after
school...  our parents were working.  I asked Mike,
"Wouldn't you expect  they'd put in twin beds for us?"
   Mike and I looked at each other with confused
expressions.  "You don't suppose they know?" was my
next comment.  Mike thought about it and said, "Yeah
Richie, I guess they must.  How else to explain the
double bed for two seventeen year old boys?...."
and then, "Aren't we lucky to have parents like that.
Parents that actually care about what their kids
want.."  I felt strange knowing my dad knew I was
gay....... and me not knowing he knew made it feel
even stranger.  I thought about that comment my dad
had made.... "We'll support the big  decisions you
guys make in your life".....my dad had said something
like that some time ago...   When was that?

Thunder boomed in the distance and fat raindrops could
be heard hitting the side of the house as the wind
picked-up considerably and began blowing the big rain
drops side-ways.  A bright scary-close lightning bolt
split the sky outside our bedroom window.   Then an
unbelivable down-pour as one of the New Jersey shore's
fast-moving thunder storms roared outside.  We both
went to the window and watched the rain come down so
hard you couldn't see Mike's motorbike ten feet away.
Mike said, "Damn, it needed a good washing."  I said,
"Remember us getting caught in that big thunder storm
so long ago, Mike?"  He didn't look at me but he said,
"I sure do."  Then, just like that....the rain stopped
and the sun began to break through the dark clouds.

I said, "When your mom asked us if we'd mind sharing a
room.  Didn't she seem to have a funny look on her
face?....Sort of a big tease in her voice?"   Mike was
looking out the window and quietly said, "Yeah..
you're right she did, Richie.  Damn...wonder how long
they've known about us.  It's kind of cool, but
embarassing as hell too... don't ya think?"  I said,
"Yeah, it's going to be wicked awkward seeing those
two now."   Mike said, "It'll be OK Richie.  Don't
bring it up unless they do....that's how we're going
to handle it.  They obviously have known for some time
now and they didn't bring it up so let's follow their
lead and see where it goes."  I said, "Sure thing,
Mike."  And, I felt better about the whole thing right
away.

Mike repeated in a thoughtful manner,   "We are really
lucky with our parents though, ya know?..."  I was
staring at the back of Mike as he watched the weather
change outside our new bedroom window.   All of a
sudden the sun came up bright and it outlined Mike
almost like it was a spot-light on him... and then up
came the rainbow....and from where I was standing it
looked like Mike was surrounded by all the different
colors of the rainbow.....like he was floating in it.
A shiver ran through me.   It was a magical moment.
Mike said, "Jesus, look at that rainbow Richie."

Unexpectedly a few tears ran down my cheeks as I
remembered our other rainbow.  I said, "Yes, it's
beautiful and I agree......we are lucky alright, but
I'm the luckiest of us all.......I get to love you,
Mike."  He turned around slowly and looked at
me......then he smiled and said, "Guess we're just a
couple of lucky gay boys..huh, Richie?"   I nodded my
head up and down and Mike said, "Come a little closer,
Richie..."  With his arm around my neck he pulled me
into him and kissed the side of my head for maybe 15
seconds.......then he whispered, "OK.....let's try out
our new bed and see if it causes you to have a
different little squeal."  I  nodded my head up and
down again thinking...."How wonderful... that
never-ending miracle called love...."

Same little squeal though......

The End

Donny Mumford......Time to say goodbye

Thank you for all your kind EMs...they meant a lot to
me and encouraged me in writing about Richie and
Mike...