Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 12:35:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oliver's Summer Vacation..Part I  ....WILDWOOD

I'm 19 1/2 years old.... what would you imagine has
been the biggest and most pleasant surprise of my life
so far?  You'll never guess .... it was my senior
class trip, that's what.  Well, that's the way I felt
right after that trip.

Miracles have never happened for me, but that trip is
the closest thing to a miracle that I'd experienced.
By the end of it ..... and for the first time since my
best friend Tyler's death..... I really believed my
life had a chance to be good, maybe even great.
Everything went my way and I can't think of another
personal experience  that I could say that about.  My
life was not good for a long time.  Sadness over the
death was always prominent in the back of my head, but
it had finally faded  in recent years.

What took-over for the grief was an almost constant
yearning for sexual relief.  In the past few years I
developed a powerful desire for a gay sexual
experience.  One with a boy my age who was cute and
wonderful and perfect.   Not too much to hope
for...right?   Well, surprise!   The thing that was
'almost-a-miracle' during my senior class trip?.....
it was that I hooked-up with a gay boy who exceeded
all those previously mentioned qualifications.  His
name,  Cristobal Juarez...  Yeah, after years of
studying boy's faces and bodies and fantasizing wild
sexual encounters and dreaming and yearning and
aching,  Cristobal exploded in my world and was better
than anything I had ever made-up.

After the trip, on the bus ride back home, I got an
achingly hard boner just thinking about Cristobal.
Thinking about the two of us really, singing together
and dancing together and kissing together and bathing
together.... holding hands.  Two nineteen year old
boys doing those things together....can you believe
it?  I never would have believed it if it hadn't
actually happened to me.   We did fucking together
too.   I'd never even touched another boys' dick or
had another boy touch mine and then in one twenty-four
hour period a huge blast of gay activities with a boy
who looked like a movie star.... or a rock star....
it was, WOW!!!

About twenty minutes into the bus ride home the girl
sitting across the aisle from me looked over and asked
if I was alright.   I wondered what she meant for a
second before realizing I'd moaned out-loud while
thinking about the night Cristobal and I had had
together.  Blushing wildly,  I tried to smile at her
and assure her I was fine and I got through it with
minimal stuttering.  After I told her I was fine I
think she began flirting with me a little, asking
about my sprained ankle and saying she liked my T
shirt and stuff like that.  I acted shy and didn't
respond much.  A minute or two later she gave up on me
and went back to talking with her girl friend....
thank God.   I had better things to think about.   The
T shirt she liked so much was the one Cristobal had
given me after he'd soiled mine by shooting cum up
between us in his dormitory room the previous
afternoon.  It made me smile to imagine the look on
the girl's face if I told her about that.

I thought about Cristobal all the way home and a whole
lot more once I got home too.  What a fabulous trip
that was.  And, my other trip...the clumsy one that
caused me to badly sprain my ankle,  was a good trip
too because it led to Cristobal staying the night with
me at the Holiday Inn.  Ahhhh, such memories.....like
the song says, "these are the days that will last
forever, keep them in your heart".  Sure will,  I'll
always have those memories.  I'll be glad to forget a
little of it though.... for instance, that sprained
ankle was initially helpful, but it was also a  big
pain-in-the-ass.   It hurt like hell for one thing.
Awkward too because  I had to use one of the crutches
I'd gotten at the hospital to hop around on.  I looked
like a dork hopping around here and there.  Getting on
and off the bus was a trial and so was the first
couple of days back at school.

God Damn!  I can't concentrate on anything.  It's all
about Cristobal and that senior class trip anymore.
I've still got two more final exams to take before
graduation and I have to give that valedictorian
speech too.  Somehow I need to get myself to
concentrate on school for two more weeks and then that
will be it for high school and good riddance to it
too.

Cristobal and me were e-mailing each other a couple
times a day.  Cristobal's  e-mails are about how hot
we were together and he also includes a description,
in some detail, of a different part of my body in each
of his e-mails.  He wrote a whole paragraph describing
my ear.  It was so funny.  He says we fit together
like pieces in a jig saw puzzle..... one of those jig
saw puzzles with 1500 pieces that require each piece
to fit precisely!

It probably will not surprise you to learn that I've
been jerking-off three or four times a day thinking
about the sexy things Cristobal and me did together.
I'm shooting further than ever and the indescribable
feeling when I shoot off has me gasping for air.  I've
gotten cramps in my toes and feet from clinching them
so tightly when I climax  thinking about Cristobal.
He was better than my wildest imagination could come
up with.  My parents see me sort of daydreaming a lot
and ask if everything is alright  ..ha ha..  as if I
could tell them how  "alright" everything  actually
is.

Because Cris and I are so busy our e-mails are short
and sweet.  One or two quick paragraphs usually.  We
sign off with "luv ya", but Cris has said we're not in
love because we hardly know each other.  Yeah, that is
true, but if it isn't love I feel, I wonder what it
is.  I know part of it is a strong wish to be with him
again as soon as I can.  Why didn't I ask him for a
picture?  Damn, I'm dumb sometimes!!

Time does keep on moving no matter what..... so,  as
hard as it was for me to concentrate on the mundane
necessities of high school life I forced myself to do
it and somehow I got through those last two weeks
without screwing anything up too badly.  My brother
Christain, my mom, dad and my grandmother were all in
attendance for high school graduation ceremonies.
Each senior was allotted a maximum of four tickets for
the actual ceremony.  I have a fairly large extended
family but only those four could hear my speech.  Back
at our house  a group of well wishers were gathering
for the graduation party my folks were giving for
me...neighbors and relatives mostly although a few
guys from the swim team were going to stop over too.
 I was looking forward to the party and I was
particularly interested in the graduation presents.
First though, my valedictorian speech.

I wrote the speech before the class trip and only
revised it a bit after the trip.  It was a typical
"reach for your dreams" speech.   I  wasn't motivated
to try to make it special.  Nothing about high school
had been special for me, special in a good way, I
mean.  I had the speech memorized so there was no
reason to be nervous, right?  Wrong!  When I stood up
at the podium and looked out at the 1600 people
staring back at me I started to stutter and the more I
stuttered the more nervous and uncomfortable I felt
and that made me stutter even more.

The captain of the swim team, Jordan Caufield,  was
one of the many people up on stage with me.  He had
been voted by the class as "the most likely to
succeed" and he'd given a one minute speech earlier
regarding that 'honor'.  I'd been on the swim team
three years and I don't recall him ever speaking to me
directly.   Actually, I never thought he liked me.
After I stuttered for about thirty seconds he casually
got up and walked across the stage to me and put his
arm around my shoulder speaking into the microphone,
"Excuse me a second folks, I forgot to tell Oliver
something important.  Oh, by the way, did you realize
Oliver was voted "most improved" diver for our team
this year?  Let's give him a hand."  There was polite
applause as Jordan leaned over and whispered to me,
"Oliver, did I ever tell you my favorite short joke?"


His lips brushed my ear as I shook my head side to
side slightly to  indicate, "no, he hadn't".  This
situation with Jordan coming over and interrupting
was obviously beyond weird, but none-the-less having
him there gave me this strangely calm feeling,  my
body and brain just relaxed.  The audience patiently
waited as Jordan whispered this quick joke to me.
.......   A three-year-old boy was examining his
testicles while taking a bath.  "Mommy" the little boy
asked, "are these my brains?"  His mom said, "Not yet"
.....

My mouth stayed open as I listened and my eyes were
getting bigger and bigger as Jordan told this joke.
He whispered it to me in a very matter-of-fact manner
without hurrying it,  as if we were standing in the
cafeteria line for lunch.  It was surreal listening to
this little joke while I was staring at more than 1600
people who were all staring back at me.  When Jordan
said, "Not yet"  I laughed out loud and then whispered
back to Jordan, "Should I tell the audience?"  He
said, "Probably best not to."  He squeezed the back of
my neck and said, "Give 'em hell, Oliver."   And, I
did.  I apologized for the delay and said that my swim
team captain had just reminded me that my speech will
go over the time limit if I leave the stuttering in.
" there simply is no time for the stuttering folks
...what was I thinking?  Oh well, here goes" And, I
breezed through the speech with almost no stuttering
and got a nice  ovation at the end.  I'm sure the
ovation was mostly relief that my stuttering had been
controlled.

After the graduation ceremonies I went up to Jordan to
thank him for saving my ass and he was very gracious.
He said, "Fuck Oliver, you're my team mate.  We'll
always be team mates and team mates help each other
out when they can.  Your speech was great."  I invited
him to my party and he kind of chuckled at that and
said he's try to make it.  He never did of course, but
I still have this nice feeling about Jordan where
before I probably would have gone the rest of my life
thinking he was an asshole.  Jeez, there's a life
lesson in there someplace....

My graduation party went very well and the uncles and
aunts that usually have too much to drink at family
outings had too much to drink at my graduation party
too.   My cousins were nice with their congratulations
and they made me feel kind of important.  They said
they were jealous because they had one or two years
left of high school and they couldn't wait to get out.
 Not everyone loves the high school experience it
seems.  I smiled at them and tried not to act too
superior.

My graduation presents went pretty much the way I
expected.  I got mostly cash,  almost $400.   The main
gift was from Christain and it was a complete,
over-the-top,  surprise.  He bought me a Mini Cooper
Convertible.  Bright red with a black top.  The Mini
Cooper car had attracted my attention when Cristobal's
room mate, Davis Moore, picked us up in his Mini
convertible to take me to the hospital after I'd
sprained my ankle.  It's all I talked about to
Christain when I got home from the trip.  Talking
about Cristobal fucking me didn't seem like a good
idea and I hadn't done much sight-seeing when I was in
Philly so I went on and on about how cool that car
was.

Naturally I never thought I'd get one any time soon.
Who buys their little brother a $33,000 car for a high
school graduation present?   Well, my brother,  that's
who.  I hugged him with tears in my eyes.  He said how
proud of me he was.  Later, when Christain had had too
much to drink he asked me again how I liked the car.
He was probably looking for me to gush over it some
more which I was glad to do.  I said, "Are you kidding
me, Christain....I love it beyond words."  He was glad
and he hugged me again and this time he also kissed me
a number of times on my face and then once right on my
lips.  He slurred his words when he mumbled, "I'm
sorry Oliver, but I love you so much"   and then he
let go of me and I didn't see him again that night.

Later when I asked Dad, he told me Christain wisely
had gone back to his apartment to catch-up on some
sleep.  He said Christain was making lots of money,
but the pressure of the job was causing him, now and
then, to lose sleep and drink too much.  The entire
episode left me feeling weird.  I didn't want to think
about it too much.   There simply isn't anyone in my
life who means more to me than Christain and I loved
him unconditionally.  He could do no wrong in my eyes.
 Still, what was that kiss all about?

Three of my swim-team teammates did come to my party
and I eventually left with them to go to another
teammates' graduation party.  It was almost like
having friends.... at long last.  I feel that if I had
one more year of high school I would have made real
friends with a few guys.  It's just that I got started
off all wrong in High School and once you're labeled a
"geek" it's hard to lose the image.  Teenagers don't
have a ton of self-confidence so they aren't going to
take a chance of  befriending a labeled geek like me.
Oh well, geek or not, I made it through high school.
It's in my past.

All of us seniors got out of school three weeks before
the under-class kids so I had a head-start on the
summer.   I'd arranged for a summer job working for
the company my dad worked for, but the job didn't
start until after the 4th of July holiday.  I found
myself with most of June to goof-off in.  During the
last two weeks in June we were going on our usual
vacation spot, Wildwood, New Jersey.  Wildwood is a
seaside resort town with huge beaches and a boardwalk
to beat all boardwalks.  Christain and I have had a
blast in Wildwood in the past, but he's been  working
for the last couple of years so I go with my mom and
dad alone.  It's not as much fun without Christain,
although I still do love the place.

First up though is some serious motoring in my new
Mini Cooper.  Also, my old favorite pass-time,  some
serious bike riding.  In the cooler mornings I did
bicycling and then when it warmed up I drove the Mini
all over the place, naturally with the top down.
Forty mile bicycle rides keep my body in  good shape.
There isn't any place in the forty mile range...twenty
miles out and twenty miles back... that I haven't
become familiar with over the years.  I have my
favorite locations and I concentrated on them the
first week.  The idea to visit that infamous  rest
area where derelicts occasionally hung-out in the
men's room entered my head, but I let it fly right
back out.  I did not stop there.

My top-down Mini motoring was such a blast.  It made
me feel ultra cool and I couldn't help but wonder what
Tyler would have thought of all this.  And, how much
more fun the motoring would be if he were riding
shotgun with me.  I wonder what he would look like now
if he had lived.  Yeah, I still shed a tear for him
once in a while.  Maybe I always will.  When you bond
with another person like Tyler and I did,  it is a
bonding to last forever.  There is never a 'time to
say goodbye'.

Tyler would pop-up in my head from time to time, but
now my mind was pretty much filled-up with thoughts
about Cristobal. We had sent our last e-mail right
after I graduated.  He and twenty-three other college
kids left the next day on a twelve week tour of
Europe.  It's a trip sponsored by the University, but
it's open to other schools too.  Cris was super
excited about meeting new people and seeing four
different countries in Europe up close and personal.
The main objective of the trip is for the kids to see
the real everyday life in these countries,  not just
the tourist spots.

It was a backpack-only trip and absolutely no lap tops
or anything computerized was allowed.  The most modern
thing allowed is a wristwatch.  Best not to even think
about sneaking an iPod on the trip.  It was all about
exchanging ideas, about talking among themselves and
not about privately listening to music or playing a
computer game.  Cristobal said he was actually looking
forward to not seeing a computer or TV or hearing a CD
or anything like that for three whole  months.... he
was all for the conversation and exploration.  It
didn't sounds all that great to me.

I really missed e-mailing with Cris, but I was loving
my new car and feeling good about myself in general.
That car gave me a boost in the self image department.
 I felt cool pulling up to the Deli, for example, and
buying an Italian hoagie or cheese steak.  I took my
time being super smooth and impressing the guys who
worked there, particularly one blond headed boy who I
was hoping to get to 'know' this summer.  He was very
shy and it was slow going, but I was patient.       I
felt other people were sneaking peeks to see who the
cool dude in the brand new, shiny Mini Cooper
convertible might be.  Almost a celebrity.    It was
nice just NOT feeling like my old usual self ... which
can be best  described as kinda like a little mouse
hiding around a corner.

The week before we were to head out for our vacation
in Wildwood I was coming out of the Mall with a new CD
and I ran into that girl who had asked if I was OK on
the bus ride home from Philly.  We smiled and waved at
each other, but when I got in my car she looked over
at me and mouthed "Oh my God" and then she came
running right over to the car.  She couldn't give me
enough compliments about how cool I looked in that hot
set of wheels.  Would I take her for a ride,  and this
and that.   I felt like a special, hot shit dude.

The girl's name was Pattie Reynolds and  she flattered
me so much I blurted  out, "You need a ride home?"
She ask me to wait a minute as she went back in the
Mall to tell her mother she was getting a ride home
with a "friend".   Pattie was real girly-cute.  Small,
about five foot tall with shortish blond hair and dark
brown eyes.  She didn't wear much make-up and she
looked pretty good.  Regular girl's body with maybe a
little extra weight around her hips and ass.  Needless
to say, I didn't find her sexy at all, but it did feel
good showing-off  driving my Mini convertible with a
popular  'chick' right there next to me.

I took a round-about way to her house hoping to be
seen by someone I knew and sure enough Robby Fisher
and Marty Steinberg from the swim team spotted me and
waved me over near the high school.  They both knew
Pattie and we all ended up at a Berger King for some
lunch.  Jeez, I guess I'm shallow,  but I felt
fabulous being almost in the "in crowd" for once.  The
four of us were sitting around a table talking and
laughing when a couple more guys from our senior class
came in and joined us.  Robby asked me to tell the new
guys  about Jordan interrupting my speech at
graduation with the toddler/testicles joke.  The new
guys said, "Yeah, we wondered what Jordan said to you
to make you laugh out loud like that."

So I told the story and when I said the punch line
"Not yet" one of the guys was about to swallow a
mouthful of soda at the same instant he wanted to
laugh and instead he snorted the soda in two streams
right out both his nostrils.  He screamed in pain
because it hurts to have ice cold soda flowing through
sinuses.  Everyone is going,"Gross, yuck.  Don't get
that booger-juice on me."   Blowing soda out his nose
was funnier than the little joke and it had us all
laughing pretty good.  It was a cool time and when I
left with Pattie it was like the party was breaking up
because we were leaving.  I was the one with a "date"
this time.  Ha ha.  Pattie said she had fun and would
I go with her to her girlfriends' party the very next
night.  So now I get to date a  popular girl from high
school.   Damn, a real date.  My first one since
....ever.

I was nervous, but I picked Pattie up the next night
and away we went.  She drank grapefruit juice and
vodka at the party so I did too.  It wasn't bad,  but
it does sneak up on you if you're not careful.  I
wasn't careful.  We danced and I couldn't help but
think about how Cristobal had taught me some dance
steps just a few weeks back.  Just in the nick of time
for my first real 'date'.  I still wasn't very good at
dancing, but I got by.  Some of this crowd are  snobs
and, quite frankly, boring.

We left about midnight and I was feeling a little bit
drunk.  When we pulled into her driveway Pattie said,
"Oliver, we'll have to pull these front seats up near
the dashboard because that backseat you have in this
car is so small.  We certainly can't make-out in the
front with the gear shift in the middle so it'll have
to be the backseat.   I can't wait to taste your
pouting lips."  I went, "Huh?  What?"  She laughed and
said I was so funny.  I found myself squeezed in the
backseat with Pattie and she was hot to trot.  I don't
think she was as drunk as me, but she'd been drinking.

We had the top down and I was going to say something
about how pretty the night sky was, but she didn't
give me the chance.   Right off she took a handful  of
my hair in each of her little fists and attacked my
mouth with her tongue.  In between kisses she was
going on about how shy and cute I am.  Then, before I
could get a word out she quickly had that big tongue
of her's back in my mouth again.  It was awful.  I
tried to pretend, with my eyes closed, that it was
Cristobal.  That didn't work so I tried to pretend
that Pattie was Pat...a guy.  That didn't work either.
 It was like I was acting in a movie.  I tried to do
what I thought I should do.  Her tits pressing up
against me gave off a revolting, mushy feeling.  All I
could think of was the way Cristobal's body felt.  So
hot and tight....not squishy and soft and yucky.

I guess I was faking it Ok because Patti said, "Oh
Oliver, you naughty boy you.  You've got me so hot
it's not even funny."  She was now poking at my crotch
which was embarrassing because my dick had
shriveled-up as if I was sitting in a tub of cold
water.  I kept moving my hip to protect a direct jab
in my soft groin.  She finally said, "I'd better get
inside before we go too far, Oliver.  I don't know if
I can trust you much longer.  Don't be mad at me."  I
said, "Oh, OK Pattie.  It's alright.  I got to get
going too."   She straightened up her clothes and
said, "Well Oliver, aren't you going to ask me out?"
I told her I wanted to, but me and my family were
going away on the family vacation in two days.  I
pretended I was pissed-off about it.  She said to call
her when I got back or she'd be calling me and I said,
"You bet, Pattie.  Tonight was great.  Thanks."  She
leaned back into the car and gave me one last kiss.
Oh my God, I couldn't stand one more after that and
that's no lie.

I climbed out of the backseat real fast so she
wouldn't try for another kiss and we waved goodbye.
Pattie had this look of bliss or some such thing on
her face.  I let out a long sigh of relief and the
look on my face was not blissful.  I looked at my
watch because the night seemed like it went on for ten
or twelve hours.   It had only been just under four
hours since I'd picked Pattie up.  Stepping on the gas
I laid some rubber getting out of there.  Then I
slowed it down remembering the booze on my breath.
Getting pulled over by the police was not a good idea.
 Driving home I thought...well, so that's a date.
Damn, I didn't miss much.

Christain wanted to take mom, dad and me out to dinner
before we left for Wildwood.  It was the first time
I'd seen him since the graduation party.  At the
restaurant he acted just like the Christain of old and
there was no mention of the party and that other
thing.... we talked about the new car a little as well
as our up-coming trip to Wildwood and how much
Christain wished he could go with us like in the old
days.   When dessert was served he made his
announcement.  He had accepted a promotion to the
'creative' side of programming.  He was now a vice
president of new product development...the company was
getting into computer games.  Big raise in pay, but
he'll have to re-locate to Seattle, Washington.  We
all congratulated Christain, but our hearts were heavy
because he'd be living so far away.

He was moving out there right away too...things moved
fast in the business world.  We'll be in Wildwood when
he moves so this was goodbye for at least three
months.  When he got things up and running on the West
coast he promised to come back East for a visit.
Christain gave me an envelope with a first class
round-trip American Airlines ticket good for use any
time in the next 365 days.  "Please come out this
summer, Oliver.  I miss you already."  We hugged and
he was gone.

As soon as he left it felt empty in the restaurant
somehow.  Mom, dad and me looked at each other with
sad faces.  Christain was always the energy for all of
us...he got things going and made things seem fun.
Well, we're on our own now.  Next day we got up early
and packed the SUV with bed sheets and towels and
beach chairs and all kinds of food and a lot more
stuff than I could imagine us using.  My folks had
rented a duplex for our two weeks in Wildwood.  It was
a new unit and it had two bedrooms, two baths, a
family room and a big kitchen.  Luxurious.  It was two
blocks from the beach.  Convenient. The boardwalk
started four beach blocks down from our place.  Sweet!
       I was excited about going.

This is the first year I would be driving myself and
with my new hot Mini convertible mom and dad knew not
to bother even trying to talk me out of it.   We live
in western Pennsylvania so Wildwood, NJ  is about a
five hour drive under normal circumstances.  The Mini
is not normal so I was waiting outside our duplex
forty-five minutes before my dad pulled in.  I said to
him, "I haven't been waiting but five or ten minutes".
 My dad said, "I'll bet."  We had the second floor
unit.  It was choice with a view of the ocean off the
back deck.  There was also a view of strawberry-blond
twin teenage boys off the back deck too.   They were
across the alley-way from us.....  wrestling together
on their deck.  What a fabulous view it was.  The
Atlantic Ocean looked nice too.

I'd guess the twin were about sixteen or seventeen
years old.  Great age for boardwalk activities.  I'm
nineteen, so on the boardwalk I just observe the scene
now.  No goofing around or trying to start some fun
and games.  That's for the younger guys to initiate.
Us old nineteen year old guys try to look like we're
above that childish nonsense.  Jeez, it was fun
though.  Oh well, I'm off to a prestigious Ivy League
University and as a Freshman  I'll get to act like a
goof there.  Here I know I'm just suppose to act
super-cool and above it all.

After I helped unload everything from the SUV I went
out on the back deck again, but no twins in sight this
time.  I told my folks I was heading down to the
beach.  That's where the twins would be.  They both
had little pony tails of wavy strawberry-blond hair
which reminded me of Cristobal's short pony tail, but
of course he has dark brown hair.  The twins looked
very hot from a distance, but you can find yourself
disappointed if you expect too much.  It's difficult
to distinguish facial features from the distance I
spied those two from.  But, even from that far away I
could tell that their bodies were tight and hot so I
was anxious to check them out up close.  Walking on
the beach looking at boys is something I've enjoyed
doing for years so this wasn't anything new to me.
Hell, for years now I'd been scoping out boys here in
Wildwood during my vacations as well as closely
checking-out hot boys back home the rest of the year
too.  At the moment I had specific boys in mind.  The
twins.

Just as I suspected, they were on the beach directly
down from the duplex.  It's where my mom and dad will
be in a little while and then every day after today
from about 9am till 5pm.  They really love the sand
and ocean and sun and all that goes with it.   There
are so many people here with their kids that
boy-watching is a blast and the variety of boys is
astounding.   But as I said, right at the moment the
twins are my objective.  I observed them from the edge
of the beach and from there they were still looking
good so I stepped onto the sand and walked closer.

Amazing!  The closer I got the better they looked.
Real close-up, about ten feet,  they were taking my
breath away.   They were absolutely and unbelievable
cute.   Getting myself under control, I casually
opened my beach chair.    My heart pounding a little
faster than normal and my pecker twitching inside my
boardy swimsuit.   When I sat down I did it in such a
way that it would be obvious to anyone noticing me
that I couldn't care less about the adorable
strawberry-blond twins almost right next to me. I was
oblivious to them,  for a long two or three minutes
anyway.

The temptation to look over at them was great and when
I did they were still sitting side by side in
identical, very low to the sand beach- chairs.  These
were identical twins.  Without realizing I was doing
it, I wet my lips.  Holy shit,  was this lucky, or
what!    Hope they're going to be here the whole two
weeks I'm here.   Jeez, "identical" twins...big green
eyes under long eyelashes that were almost white.
Freckles across their cute pug noses and not a single
blemish any where on their faces.  I was doing more
lip licking realizing it was as if one twin was giving
a reflection off a big mirror and thus creating the
other twin.   These two were way past "look-alikes"
....they were exact duplicates of each other.  They
each had this little cute chin with dark-pink, puffy
bow shaped lips right above it.

Their swimwear,  identical  boardshorts.  Off-white
ones with pale green lettering that spelled-out  "AM
BIG   UOUS".  The boys sat so close together it didn't
look natural somehow.  Their arms touched all along
the arm of their chairs.  At the moment they were
quiet, both staring out at the vast ocean while they
absently bounced their feet in the sand and worked
their jaws energetically chewing something which
turned out to be bubble-gum.  Every thirty seconds or
so, in sync, they blew pink bubbles with their heads
bending back as each tried to blow the biggest bubble.
 I stared at them with my mouth hanging open.

Their chairs were positioned under a big beach
umbrella to protect their light skin from the sun I
suppose.  Looking at their 'boardie' swimsuits made me
think about how 'hot' they would look in tight
speedos.  I thought of my brother's small, tight red
speedo that I use to wear.  It was a speedo bathing
suit he wore at age 11 and I wore it  when I was 14.
That was fun.  I basically liked to wear it because
he had worn it before me.... and also  because it was
so small on me it made my cork look bigger.  Jeez, I
wonder what the twins' "corks" look like.  I'll bet
they're identical too.  Wouldn't that be something to
see!

They are very well built boys who, this close,
appeared to be more like fourteen or fifteen years
old.  I could see a little hair growing on the calf
part of their legs and a few hairs sticking out under
their armpits,  but other than that their bodies were
very smooth.  I got a boner looking at them, yummy
eye-candy.   Simultaneously they turned their heads to
face one another and smiled this very big smile
showing perfectly white teeth and big dimples in the
process.  They both took out their wad of bubble gum
and wrapped them in the same tissue.   Their heads
came together and they held hands loosely as they
whispered and then broke out laughing.  The laughing
got more intense as they put their arms around each
other.  My boner started leaking and I let out a
little moan.  It had been over a month since my night
with Cristobal and the thought of his touch filled my
mind as the twins held each other lightly and
continued to laugh.

A fat lady next to them turned towards the twins.  She
was laughing too.   She talked through her laughter to
the boys, but I couldn't make-out what she said.
Their mother?  She did have reddish blond hair and
very light skin like the boys, lots of it too.  A
beached white whale.   Apparently some sort of a
family joke was going on because all of a sudden the
thin man next to the fat lady sat up laughing along
with the other three.  He had lost most of his hair
along the way and what was left around the sides was
bleached out....it could be light gray or light blond.


The laughing continued and I couldn't help but wonder
what was so fucking funny?  It was kind of annoying
because I couldn't detect anything that had happened
to start them all laughing.  What could it have been?
Oh well, after too long they calmed down and talked a
little among themselves before all standing up and
walking down toward the ocean.  The twins were never
more than an inch apart and the left side of one
twins'  perfect  butt cheek  rubbed against the other
twins' right one as they walked down the beach towards
the ocean.   Each plump cheek was a nice hand-full of
ass.   God,  I needed to jerk off.

The four of them waded into the ocean up to their
waists and then inched in little by little till they
all finally did a half-ass dive into a small wave.
They came up shaking their heads to clear the salt
water from their face.  The twins swam a little
distance away from the parents, but stayed very close
to each other. They waded out further and began body
surfing with the bigger waves, one twin always waiting
for the other before going out for another wave.  My
boner was very hard and I figured the water would make
it lighten-up so I got up and headed down to the
ocean.  My boardies had side pockets and  I kept my
hands in them and held my boner against my belly with
one hand and my swim suit away from it with the other
as I walked.  The boner felt fine.

The water was still quite cold this early in the
summer and my boner  went down immediately upon
getting wet.  Naturally I wanted to get close to the
twins so I maneuvered my way over to where they were
body surfing.  They did a lot of quick hugging after
successfully riding each wave in to the beach.  Lots
of smiles at each other too.  There were many people
in the water here because this was a section of the
beach with life guards and people wanted to swim where
they had that protection.  Lots of people or not, the
twins paid absolutely no attention to anybody except
each other.  It was a treat just to watch them, but I
soon wanted more.

When they dived into a wave body surfing toward the
beach I was going to get in their way so they had no
choice but to collide with me. A lot of body surfing
is 'blind'.  You pick-out a lane that is open and dive
with the wave and ride the wave to the beach with your
eyes closed to keep out the salt water.  If someone
wanders into the lane you've chosen,  you surf right
into them.  Happens a lot, but maybe not as often as
you might imagine.  Waders get use to watching for
body surfers.  I waded over to their area and when the
twins dived together with a wave,  I purposely waded
right into their lane and two seconds later I was
tangled-up in twins.  Awesome.

All four hands grabbed some part of my body as all
three of us floundered under waist high ocean water.
I'd gone right under water with them while trying to
touch as much of them as I could in the short period
before we all came up gasping for air and blowing salt
water out of our mouths and noses. Unfortunately for
me none of the parts of my body grabbed by the twins
was near my crotch area and I hadn't had any luck
blindly trying to find theirs' either.  Life is jammed
packed with disappointments.

I insinuated my self in-between the boys, but they
corrected that situation immediately and were standing
side by side before the one on the left said, "Dude,
we're so sorry.  Are you OK?"      What a sweet
sounding husky voice he had...so sexy.  I stuttered,
"Yea yeah, I'm fine.  It was ma, my fault guys.
Sorry."  That same left twin looked at his brother and
said, "Let's go dry off, Noah."  He looked back at me
and said, "You staying around here?"  I waded in with
them and told them the address of my duplex which, of
course, is just behind where they were staying.  The
twins couldn't get over the coincidence of us
neighbors bumping into each other like that.

Out of the water,  the same twin on the left says,
"Well, I'm Nathan North and this is my identical twin
brother, Noah.  Nice to meet you".  He made a question
out of the word "you" and I noticed right away that he
acted older than he looked,  and seemed very sure of
himself too.  I told him my name and shook hands with
each of them.  Nathan did all the talking for the
twins, but he conferred with Noah frequently.  Noah
just smiled at Nathan and nodded his head "yes" to
confirm any and everything Nathan said.  It was very
sweet.  I stared at them openly.  They are so
beautiful it's hard to put into words and yet they
seem to be totally unaware of their extraordinary
looks.

Up on the beach I pulled my chair over to them and we
talked.  They are fourteen years old which is probably
too young for me to hope for anything sexual.  I was
afraid that would be the case as soon as I got close
to them on the beach earlier,  but that doesn't mean I
can't enjoy their company.  Their vacation was for the
entire month of June so they'd been here two weeks
already and would be here the last two weeks that I'd
be here too.  They had an older brother who was off
golfing.

 Nathan's conversation was all over the place.  They
lived in Delaware and they, the twins,  were each
others' best friend and the weather has been great so
far and I just had to go on the roller coaster with
them and the Double Shot was the best thrill ride in
Wildwood...and this and that and on and on.  Nathan
was quite chatty. I really liked looking at him and
listening to his voice.  In less then three minutes
though I could just about feel someones' stares boring
into me and I looked past the twins and there stood
Mrs Obese and Mr Malnutrition.  Both of them peered
hard and grumpily at me.

One thing led to another and I could tell that the
parents didn't want a nineteen year old hanging with
their kids.  I don't blame them, but I'm hanging with
their kids anyway.  I gave my best smile and I was
giving off my most polite behavior while, at the same
time, I pretended I didn't notice their rude behavior.
 In a short while my personality and wit won them over
and they loosened up a little....or I may have just
worn them down.

Hopefully they could see I was innocent enough and
fairly harmless.  I did a little extra stuttering
trying for the sympathy angle.  Also,  I didn't stay
with them very long  because I didn't want the parents
to think I was stalking the twins, even though I was.
 I wanted them to think of me as just a neighbor
they'd have for the next two weeks. That's all I was,
a neighbor.  No biggie.  Maybe I could baby-sit the
twins for them some night that they wanted to go out
dancing or something.  Ha ha ha...   Believe me, I did
not say that to them.   If I had they'd probably call
the police.  They were ultra protective of the boys.

I told them how nice it was to meet them, but that I
had to leave and help my mom make-up the beds and
stuff like that.  The twins frowned at that comment,
but the  mother nodded her head like she approved.
Off I went carrying my little beach chair.  What the
hell, I'll try the boardwalk for a while.  I ran into
my mom and dad who were on their way to the beach
while I was on the way back to the duplex.  I told
them I'd be on the boardwalk.

The boardwalk always had people on it, but it was the
most crowded in the morning and then again in the
evening.  Most of the afternoon people only came up
off the beach to eat lunch and get drinks on the
boardwalk, but some of us were walking the boards so
there was always a little bit of everything going on.
It was about 3pm and I bought a slice of Mac pizza and
a birch beer soda and sat on a bench to eat and to
look at the passing parade and think about the twins.


As usual lots of young guys to ogle at.  There were
the normal number of freaks and geeks too....they're
everywhere it seems.  I ignore them but it has always
fascinated me the variety of people one sees.  No
matter where it is that you're people-watching  there
is one thing you can count on, the fatter the person,
the more food they are sure to be carrying and eating.
 The first minute of people-watching produced three
very large people, their hands full with food stuff.
One hand with huge pieces of fried dough covered in
sugar representing at least 2000 calories per piece
and in their other hand they had a quart of
sugar-free diet-soda so they can pretend they're
watching their weight.

Across the boardwalk near the ramp that led up from
the street were five guys about 16 years old who all
had the same haircut... buzz cuts.  By the posture of
the the various boys it was easy to guess who the
leader of the group was.  Four of the kids were
focused on one tall boy with  blond buzzed hair who
was smoking a cigarette, talking and pointing his
finger at one of the boys.  Shortly  they all broke-up
laughing.  The blond kid was so good looking he took
my breath away.  First the twins and now this kid.
Jeez.  What excellent viewing material in Wildwood
this year!  So hot!!

I watched the group for fifteen minutes until the
'leader of the pack' nodded his head in the direction
of the amusement rides and they all stepped off
together in that direction.  A real cute, young
looking kid got right next to the blond boy and they
walked together.  It was odd, they had the same
swagger as if one of them was imitating the other.
The cute kid stayed almost as close to the blond boy
as the twins stayed to each other.  Where the tall
blond boy went, that's where the cute, young-looking
kid went.   How interesting.  I waited a few seconds,
then followed them down the boardwalk trying to get
close enough to hear what they were talking about.
I'd never have the guts to get a close buzz cut like
those guys have.  The buzzed heads looked cool on them
though and, I don't know, it was almost like they were
daring someone to say something about it.

The original group met-up with two more buzzed-boys at
the Double-Shot amusement ride.  The new guys were
both short and one of them had buzzed bright, red hair
and bizarre hoop ear rings and tattoos, plus a stud in
his lower lip.  That is one strange looking pirate.
He stayed close to an average looking  kid who was
about the same size as the red head.  Nothing
particularly unusual about his buddy until he smiled
and then, Jesus,  his smile made me smile.  Contagious
grin too.  What a bizarre group.    I thought, "What
the fuck, this is too interesting to pass-up" and I
bought a ticket and stood in line for the Double-Shot
right behind the  buzz-cut-seven.  They appeared to
ignore everyone else  as they goofed around and  made
fun of each other.  I could tell it was all in good
fun.  Lots of laughing and poking each other in the
side or rubbing heads and blowing smoke rings in
faces.  All kinds of inside jokes and the general sort
of messing-around that teens do.

I was wearing sunglasses and a Pittsburgh Pirates
baseball cap. I had my hands in my pockets casually
playing with myself as I stared at this exotic group
of boys.  Taking me completely by surprise,  the
leader kid turns his head and looks directly at me
saying, "Why don't ya take a fucking picture, it'll
last longer, dick head."  The other six boys stopped
talking and stared at me.  I had no clue he'd even
noticed me up till then.  Well, I am not a fighter and
even though these kids were a couple years younger
than me, even if I were a fighter...  well hell, there
are seven of them.  I said, "Sa sa sorry for staring.
 I, I was really just day-dreaming.  Nothing
personal."

The cute kid next to the blond boy says, "Oh, he's OK,
Mike.  He's not looking for trouble."  Mike says,
"Shut-up Richie.  Nobody's talking to you."  and to me
he says, "Ya got any cigarettes on ya?"  As he's
saying that he was pushing one of his boys out of the
way to get directly in front of me.  Other people in
line began to take notice of some sort of
confrontation.   I held both my hands up in front of
my chest, palms out and said, " No cigarettes, I'm
sorry, but I don't smoke and Richie's right,  I'm not
looking for trouble."  Mike's hand shot out hitting
the bill of my baseball cap sending it flying.  I was
startled as he grabbed a fist full of my  hair and
pulled my head down making me bend at the waist.  The
first jerk on my hair made me bite my bottom lip and I
tasted blood. "

I said, "Hey, what the fuck?"  I couldn't believe he
had the nerve to do this right in front of all these
people.  God, he really pulled on my hair and my god
damn lip stung and felt like it was swelling-up.
"Ouch!  Jesus Christ, that hurts, man",  I whined as I
held onto his wrist.  Mike pulled my head towards him
until the top of my forehead hit his solid, flat
stomach.  He was very strong and he easily pushed my
head down further until my nose was pressed into his
crotch.  He humped his hips into my face and said,
"You wish you could blow me, don't ya?  Well, answer
me."  I tried to say something like "please let go of
my hair, I don't want to blow you",  but my mouth was
pressed against his crotch.  He had my neck bent back
in a very uncomfortable position.   I could feel his
penis pushing  side-ways  against my mouth.  My words
were totally muffled into his cargo shorts leaving a
wet trail of my blood-tinged saliva along the front of
them.

He twisted his fist putting more pressure into the
hair pulling and lifted up.  My head followed wherever
he put the pressure.  My face was dragged against his
body,  up his crotch, up past his belly, his chest and
finally his face.  The further up he pulled my head
the closer I had to shuffle my feet toward him.  The
other guys stared and giggled and swallowed hard.  A
couple of them had their hands in their pockets
playing with themselves.  This Mike kid  was a few
inches taller than me so when I ended-up standing flat
against his body my nose was level with and pressed
into his chin.  His hand holding a fist full of my
hair was just above his nose and I could see his
slightly bulging bicep out of my left eye.  It didn't
seem like he was exerting a hell of a lot of effort
controlling me. I smelled cigarette smoke and juicy
fruit gum on his breath.  Other than that his face
smelled good.  I was lightly holding him at his waist.
 He pulled-up on my hair harder and I went totally up
tight against his body from my toes to my face.  I was
pressing into him.

My right sunglasses' lens was pressed into his nose.
He had hold of my hair with his right hand and with
his left hand he rubbed up the back of my long hair
once slowly as if he were playing with it,  almost a
caress,  almost a hug.  Then he'd start by grabbing a
handful of my ass and squeezing it for a second, then
rub up my back tightly and finally up the back of my
head again.  His body against mine began to feel so
good.  Real low he said to me, "Relax a little, kid.
Just do what I tell ya.  You're doing fine.  Relax
against me.  Do it, relax!  It'll be OK" and I did
what he told me to do.  Something in his voice made me
want to please him.  Odd, I know.  I let my body relax
and he lessened the hold on my hair a tiny bit.  It
was such a weird feeling to be against this strange,
tough boy as he squeezed the back of my neck.
Initially my body was stiff as a board,  but I was
very docile for him now.  Waiting for him to tell me
what to do next.  I couldn't get any tighter up
against him if someone strapped us together.

Also it was obvious I was getting short of breath and
my dick was stirring, moving actually.  How incredibly
strange.  My mind thought briefly of Ryjohn and how he
had done a variation of this control thing on me in
the Philadelphia projects.  As I leaned into Mike's
body I was positive now that I was starting to get a
boner.  I hoped he would say something else so I could
hear that voice again.  He moved his cheek back and
forth against the hair on the side of my head as he
continued to rub from my ass up to the back of my
head.  I continued to lean into him and I really
wanted to wrap my arms around him and hug him.  My
eyes started stinging for some reason.

Just when I was thinking everything would be fine like
he said it would,  he tightened his grasp on my hair,
pulled it hard and then pushed my head away from him
real fast just before yanking it one last time and
then letting go.  My sunglasses jerked off my face
falling to the boards.  The falling sunglasses were
followed lazily by a dozen or more of my hairs that
Mike had pulled out of my head.   One of the buzzed
kids quickly quickly picked  up my sunglasses and put
them on.   The cute kid, Richie, said, "Kyle found a
pair of sunglasses on the boardwalk.  They look cool
on you Klye."  To me Mike said, "We don't like being
stared at, asshole.  Got it?"   The entire incident
lasted about a minute.  Gasping, I said, "Fuck dude,
I'm outta here."  I turned around and left the
Double-Shot line and quickly walked away.  Mike
called-out,  "Fag". They all stayed put because they
didn't want to lose their place in line for the ride.


All the buzzcut boys exchanged looks and grins with
each other. There was some high-fiving and fist to
fist bumping.   I looked quickly at the one who was
wearing my sunglasses  and he jerked his chin up
aggressively like he was saying, "I'm keeping them.
What are you going to do about it."  Others in line,
those not with the buzz-cut gang,  looked puzzled as
if they were thinking, "What was that....?"   I looked
for my baseball cap and couldn't spot it for a few
seconds and then I saw the wind blow it off the
boardwalk and down to the beach toward the ocean.
That was my favorite hat.  Screw it!

 Looking back across the boardwalk at Mike and the
rest  of them still in line,  three of the guys saw me
looking at them and gave me the finger.  Mike had his
arm around Richie's shoulders whispering something to
him.  That whole thing was so off-the-wall and
unnecessary.  Then the buzzcut kid with that
unbelievable smile stared over at me and when we made
eye contact he gave me another one of his big smiles
and in spite of the whole humiliating affair I
incongruously smiled back at him.  He sort of waved at
me and mouthed "See ya around, maybe."

That was one more weird aspect to this delightful
affair.  "See ya around."  I thought, "Not if I see
you first."   Naturally I was terribly embarrassed and
felt like a complete dork, loser.  I started in on
myself with the,  "I should have kicked him in the
balls"  and, the popular rationalization,  "he
wouldn't act so tough if he wasn't with his fucking
gang of skin-heads"  and other childish stuff like
that.  Trying to save face to myself.  The fact of the
matter is I got caught staring at those guys by that
bad-ass tough kid, Mike.  He didn't like the staring
so he made me submit to his will which humiliated me
and then I ran away losing my cap and my sunglasses in
the process.

Being brutally honest, that's what happened.  Thank
God they didn't want to lose their place in line.  It
was a very unnerving experience and my face got red
just thinking about what a coward I'd been and how
poorly I'd handled myself.  I wouldn't let myself even
think about the fact that I wanting to hug Mike or
think about how I wanted to please him.  I tried to
tell myself "what the fuck could I have done
differently?"  And then I thought, " I'd never see any
of them again so what do I care?".  But whenever I
thought about it my face got hot and red again.  Shit!
 That little bit of real life ruined a great day for
me.

>From now on I'd be on the look-out for the buzz-cut
boys and any others like them.  I needed a little more
caution in my approach to guys, more like the old
days.  Things had been going my way lately and I got
careless.  But, holy shit,  was that kid good looking.
 Unreal!  His cute little buddy and him made a real
hot picture together.  Of course, the reality of it is
that there was nothing 'gay' about that group.  All
macho straight guys.  My face got red again thinking
about being bullied  by kids two or three years
younger than me.  Can't get it out of my head just
yet.   God damnit,  but life can suck at times.

I walked some more on the boardwalk with my head down
and then taking off my topsiders I went down to the
beach to walk near the ocean to try to clear my head
of this most embarrassing experience, the worse one
I'd had in years.  Eventually I let myself start
daydreaming about Cristobal again.   I went over in my
mind the ways he fucked me that one night we had
together.   I wanted to think of something positive.
Then without planning it,  I substituted the blond
buzz-cut kid and imagined him being gay and him
fucking me instead of Cristobal.  Oh my God, I really
do need to jerk off.   First the twins, then
reminiscing about Cristobal and now that sexy-scary
Mike winds-up in my fantasy.  I am going to blow a
load in my shorts if I don't calm down.

I headed back to the house and happily found it empty.
 I got completely naked in the bathroom and  slowly
fisted my boner while pushing my Vaseline coated
middle finger in and out of my hole.  God it felt good
to pretend I was getting fucked.  I made it last as
long as I could and then,  oh my, did I ever shoot off
a load of spunk.  I saw black streaming dots behind my
eyes because I'd held my breath too long before that
explosive climax.  Damn!  That was good.  Afterward I
decided to take a bath instead of a shower to just try
to relax a little and get a little further away from
my humiliation at the Double-Shot.   A lot of sexual
teasing today, but the 'wank' had helped a great deal.
 Jerking-off had been making me feel better about
things for many years now. I can always depend on
that.

I'm resilient and after that long bath I was feeling
better about life.  Wearing only gym shorts I went out
on the back deck to have a coke and check-out the
view.  It was a beautiful early evening.   The twins
were out there husking ears of corn, but I didn't call
out to them and they never looked over at me.  God,
are they something though.   An hour or so later  Mom
and Dad surprised me by taking me out to dinner.  Dad
said it's our first night on vacation and mom
shouldn't have to cook.  We went to a very nice
seafood restaurant and I had deep-fried soft-shell
crabs with tartar sauce, french fries and cole slaw
and early Jersey tomatoes.  Fabulous.  I felt much
better.

Later that night I went back up on the boards to
mingle with the huge crowds.  I watched-out for the
buzz-cut kids, of course.    And I also watched-out
for that one in a million chance of hooking up with a
gay teen about my age who was cute and who thought I
was too.  I'm soooo sure we'll hook-up.

No luck with the gay teen hook-up,  but around nine
o'clock I did hook-up with the twins.  We went on
rides together for the next two hours and we really
hit it off.  They said they wished their brother would
spend more time with them instead of him  golfing all
the time.  The three of us walked back home together
too.  Getting to know the twins better was a blast and
really picked up my spirits.  Squeezing in next to
those two on the different amusement rides was a blast
too.  The three of us liked the 'thrill' rides the
best.  The twins appeared totally oblivious to all our
bodily contact.  I, on the other hand, was not.
Hiding my boner took most of my free time.  Like I
said, it was fun.

All that first week I met the twins on the beach and
we swam together or Nathan and  Noah buried me in the
sand or we threw a football around and lots of other
beach stuff too.  Nathan was a very clever and funny
kid...Noah was so sweet it took a concentrated effort
not to hug him and kiss his cheek.  What a perfect
pair the twins were.  Mrs Fat and Mr Lean got use to
me and the situation was helped along a great deal
when my mom and dad became chummy with the twins'
parents.  We all sat together on the beach every day.
Each afternoon the twins would nag me to take them for
a ride in the Mini with the top down.  They took turns
riding shotgun.  It was fun hanging with those young
kids.   Made me feel young again.  Friday of that
first week the Norths were having a cook-out and
invited mom, dad and me to join them.

I went over to the Norths' place early to help the
twins get the grill fired-up.  The first person I saw
was a light skinned black guy about twenty or
twenty-one years old.  Nice looking with a mix of
African and American facial features.  I thought of a
young Tiger Woods when I first saw him, but then
realized this kid was better looking than Tiger.  He
was putting cans of beer in a cooler filled with ice.
His hair was curled somehow and was about two inches
long all over his head.  It wasn't what I'd call an
Afro,  it was more styled and really looked cool.  He
did too.

He was about two inches taller than me which makes him
about six feet.  Thin build.  He was wearing a white,
wife-beater undershirt and baggy cargo shorts that
reached half way between his knees and his feet.  Bare
feet.  A thin gold chain around his neck and a gold
colored rope bracelet on his wrist.  I wondered who he
was, while at the same time thinking, "Jesus, one good
looking kid after another.  Wildwood really rocks this
year!".

The black guy looked up as I came around the fence and
said, "Oh, Hi.
You must be Oliver, right?  You're all the boys talk
about lately."  I wanted to let that sink in some, but
he was heading over with his hand out so I shook hands
and said, "The twins talk about me?"  He said, "I'm
their brother, Alexander...well, half brother."  And
he giggled, then added,   "I probably didn't have to
mention the half brother bit...it's pretty obvious,
no? "  I said, "Huh?"  He did that giggle again and
said, "Yes, the twins talk about you all the time."  I
said "Huh?" again and laughed along with his giggle
because he made me nervous.  There was something a
little 'off' with Alexander.

Thankfully, Nathan and Noah came running around the
corner of the house yelling "Alexander!  How'd you hit
it today?".  He told the twins to come over to him and
when they did he made a big deal out of hugging and
giving them each long kisses on the cheek which caused
Nathan to say, "You better not let mom catch you
kissing us, Alexander."  He said, "Don't I know it,
but you're both so yummy I have to take the chance
once in awhile.  I shot a 78 today Nathan, with one
double bogie so it was pretty fucking good.  No?"
Nathan agreed it was fabulous and then he came up next
to me with Noah right by his side and they both
pointed at my face as Nathan said, "Didn't I tell you
that Oliver is just your type, Alexander?"

I felt like Oliver in Wonderland. I just couldn't
remember going down the rabbit hole, or whatever it
was Alice went through or down or whatever.  I was
very confused with this whole deal.  Alexander said to
the twins, "See the look on your friend Oliver's face.
 He don't know what the fuck is what. Do you Oliver?"
When he said "Do you Oliver?" he casually cupped the
back of my head with his left hand and pushed the hair
up off my forehead with his right hand and without
waiting for me to answer if I knew what the fuck is
what he said to the twins, "What do ya think?  If I
did Oliver's hair in a shorter cut and combed it up in
front it would show off his cute face better.  Don't
ya think?"  I said, "What?"

All three of the boys laughed and Nathan and Noah came
over and hugged both Alexander and me at the same
time.  We looked like a miniature Rugby scrum.  I
wanted to maintain this position for...oh I don't
know,  how about an hour.  The boys hair smelled good
and Alexander was wearing some masculine-smelling
cologne.  I liked being squeezed into all three of
them,  they were all so clean.

"What the hell are you up to now, Alexander?" was the
rather provocative question Mr North asked in a bored,
monotone voice as he was walking out the back door.
He had a six pack of Pepsi Cola for the cooler.  "Oh,
hi Pop.  We're cool.  Not up to anything really.  I
shot 78 over at the Valley Course today.  With a
double bogey on the par 3 fifth."  "Seventy-eight?  No
shit, that's good."  Mr North and Alexander walked
into the house talking about Alexander's golf score.

I turned to the twins with a puzzled look on my face.
Nathan said, "What?" as if to say, "isn't everything
perfectly clear?" and he and Noah started one of their
hugging laugh-a-thons.  When they calmed down they
filled me in a little bit as we were lighting the char
coal for the grill.  It seems their mother use to be
married to a black football player,   a wide receiver
for the Dallas Cowboys way back when.  At the time,
Mrs North was a real beauty queen and she was one of
the Dallas Cowboy cheer leaders.  With a dead pan
delivery Nathan said, "She's put on a few pounds since
then."

He went on to tell me that Alexander's father was a
cool, good looking guy, but for whatever reason,
after they had baby Alexander,  the mother started
screwing around with the current Mr North.   Referring
to his father,  Nathan said, "He had hair back then".
 She eventually divorced the football player to marry
the twins' father and they, the twins, followed
shortly.  Mrs North obviously got custody of baby
Alexander and Mr North adopted him so all the boys
have the same last name.

Nathan took hold of my chin and pulled my face around
to look right into his beautiful big green eyes and
asked me if I understood everything.  The twins were
the ultimate touchy/feely boys.  It was all funny to
Nathan as he added with a shrug, "And, Oh yes, Oliver,
he's gay.  Alexander I mean, not the football player,"
Nathan said all this with that big grin on his face
and then started laughing again with Noah.  The Norths
were big fans of laughter.

I tried to absorb all this information while the twins
hugged and went on another laughing spree.  When they
calmed down I asked, "How about you and Noah?  Are you
boys gays too?"  Nathan said, "Noah, we're going to
scare Oliver away."  They laughed some more.  I
waited.  When they stopped laughing Nathan said, "No,
were not gay Oliver."  He said it as if that should be
obvious.  Then he added as an after thought,   "No
need to worry.  Noah and me hug each other all the
time because we're use to doing that.  It's a habit we
started before we could even walk, but we're far from
gay.  Identical twins are weird sometimes, Oliver,
but you're safe with us.  Isn't Oliver safe with us
Noah?"  Noah vigorously shook his head in the
affirmative."    "Shit", I said to myself.

Nathan continued to fill me in as we got the charcoal
fire going good.  He told me that Alexander had come
'out' to the family at age sixteen and since then he
has developed some "gay body-language" which pops-up
from time to time.  It's probably what I
subconsciously picked-up initially when I thought
there was something a little "off" with Alexander.
He has just finished a one year unisex hair design
course in New York City at a hair style 'college' and
after the summer vacation Mr and Mrs North are going
to set him up in his own salon.  Nathan said,
"Alexander loves to cut guys hair and he hates Noah
and me for having pony tails.  Doesn't he Noah?"  And
they were off on another laugh riot.

As the evening progressed my folks were introduced and
after doing double takes when they learned Alexander
was Nathan and Noah's brother everything settled down.
 I knew Alexander was gay, but no one told my folks,
not that they would care all that much anyway.  We all
soon discovered that Alexander was a smoker too and
this didn't seem to bother anybody either.   I've
never had any interest in smoking and didn't normally
care for the smell of cigarette smoke either.    That
being said, I did think that Alexander looked
especially hot when he smoked his Marlboro,  letting
the smoke curl out of his mouth and nose.  Of course,
maybe it was knowing he was gay that made him look so
hot to me.  I'm not sure.

He was flirting with me something terrible, but not so
that anyone else could see him, just me.  I had to
smile, but I had no intention of showing him or
anybody else my inclination toward boys.  I wasn't
ready to "come out" as they say.  I didn't have
anywhere near enough confidence for that.  No thank
you!  After dinner the conversation turned to
Alexander's career.  The four adults plus Alexander
had finished off a lot of beer.  The twins and me had
none.  Mr North was slurring his words as he told us,
in sort of a bragging way, that he had leased the
building already; the one for Alexander's unisex
salon.  We all acted impressed.

One thing led to another and they started teasing me
that I should let Alexander style my hair because my
hair was unruly and looked bad.   What do drunks know
about unruly hair?  I thought that to myself, but just
smiled at everyone without sharing my thoughts about
that with them.  The truth is they were right about my
hair.   I'd intended to let it grow so I could put it
in one of those short pony tails like Cristobal and
the twins have.  At the moment my hair was in-between
being too long for a normal hair style and not quite
long enough for the pony tail.  I knew it didn't look
too cool and I'd been wavering on forgetting about the
pony tail for a couple of weeks now,  but I'm not
about to let some guy cut my hair after he has had six
or seven beers.  I declined Alexander's offer of a
free hair styling "worth $65.00".  whoop-de-doo!

Later on Alexander came over and we talked about where
I was going to college.  He told me how he'd gone to a
liberal arts college for a year and discovered it
wasn't for him.  He wanted to do something creative
and he had always had this 'thing' about cutting hair,
especially guys' hair.  So, his step-dad told him to
pick a career that Alexander could be happy with,
whatever it might be.  If you could go to a job
everyday that you really liked you'll be a happy,
better person for it.  Seems like good advice and
especially good if you have rich parents who can hook
you up with your own business at age 20,  but I didn't
say any of that either.

Truth is Alexander is a real good kid even if he's a
little tiny bit feminine with his arm movements and
things.  He is a sincerely nice person.  And very,
very good looking.  Mrs North must have been gorgeous
before she put on the extra 150 pounds to have kids
who looked like these three do.  She must be close to
250 pounds now and it's hard to see the beauty through
all that blubber.  Once the North parents got to know
me and feel comfortable with me I discovered they were
actually  very nice people and my mom and dad and me
were growing fond of them.  There was already talk
about coordinating next year's vacation so we'd all be
here at the same time.  Great idea!

In short order the twins came over to where Alexander
and I were talking.  They were so use to being close
to each other at all times that they just naturally
got close to me or to Alexander or anyone they were
interacting with.  I loved it.  The boys smelled good
and they always had a hand on my shoulder or my wrist
or back and it was just a nice feeling.  Looking at
them was fun too.    I smiled and laughed a lot as the
boys' laughter became more and more contagious.

Just before we were going to wrap-up the cook-out
Alexander looked me in the eyes and said, "Please,
Oliver.  Your hair could look so cool.  Let me style
it the way I think it will look best.  Pleaseeeeee."
I gave in to him and said, "OK, but not tonight."  Oh,
what a happy face on Alexander.  We agreed that
tomorrow before he went off golfing he'd give me a
entirely new look.  Ten in the morning.  I felt kind
of excited knowing that I'd be alone with a 20 year
old gay kid who was going to be cutting my hair,  and
who knows what else.  Jeez, I'm really getting daring
in my old age.

to be continued......

Donny Mumford