Dylans Dilemma

************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 9b *************

Wildwood Vacation - Chapter Four

Those two boys walking a couple of blocks ahead of me have to be the North twins, Nathan and Noah... there couldn't be two sets of twins, both with strawberry blond hair, in Wildwood at the same time. I met these identical twin boys on the beach this morning... they are really cute, and they have unique personalities too... plus, they're gay! I hustled around some folks to catch up with the boys. Chubby was off entertaining those two girls from school... he was enjoying himself on the boardwalk so what the hell, this might be a lot of fun for me. I don't have a key so I can't get in the duplex anyway, why not give it a shot with the gay twins. Maybe I can add to the fun I've already had on this very interesting first night in Wildwood. Chubby and I were having fun, before we ran into the girls that is... and then, when I split-up with Chubby and the chicks, I hooked up with the ultra cute Richie and the ultra hot Mike and it was back to being fun on the boardwalk once more. Oh my God, that Mike Sullivan just drools sexuality and he is so good looking it's ridiculous. His boyfriend Richie is as cute as anyone I've ever come across... I can't say he looks like anyone I know, but his looks would have to be considered very cute by any objective person, straight or gay. I kind of got a little crush on him by the end of the night. He's wicked sincere, and touchy-feely too, which I love. Chubby missed out on all of it because he'd rather be a big shot with those two loser girls... Snoody and giraffe neck, Tina. UGH! Mike and Richie are in their last few of months of being teenagers and the only reason the two of them were on the boardwalk tonight was for "old time sake". They hardly ever walk the boards anymore... and they live here in Wildwood. Jeez, I guess if I lived here maybe the boardwalk would eventually get passe' for me too, but I find that hard to believe. I'd sure like to run into Mike and Richie again before I leave... hey, they said they worked on a tomato farm.... hmmmm? Maybe I'll talk Chubby into renting a scooter and we'll check out some of Wildwood city away from the boardwalk... never know what we might run into. Now there's an idea!

As I gained on the two boys ahead of me, I thought, "Oh God, it's definitely them, and aren't they something!". I could catch glimpses of then through the crowds... they both wore dark blue tight shorty-short gym shorts with white tank tops. On the back of one tank top is a large, red, number '6' with the number '9' on the other... subtle. Their tight bodies in those tight tank tops... jeez, what a hot sight! I adjusted my semi firm dick sideways in my jockey shorts and gawked at the boys as best I could with all these people milling around between us. The twins aren't real tall but their legs look kinda long because of the short shorts they had on... nice legs. Flip flops on their feet and I could hear their laughter every now and then... everything's a laugh riot to those two. Their hair was still pulled back in little stubby ponytails that bobbed as they walked... at the back of their heads I could see light blond hairs that had pulled loose of the ponytail... very curly hairs right at the hairline of their skinny necks. I can't get over how identical the two boys are... exact replicas of each other... unbelievable. Nathan is obviously the one on the outside because he's talking a mile a minute... Noah nodding his head "yes" to everything Nathan says. They both have a towel or blanket rolled up under one arm. Maybe they're going to the beach... not the boardwalk. Sure enough, just as I got close enough to touch them they veered off and ducked under the boardwalk to get on a wood walkway that went across a dunes area leading to the beach. All the time I was following them I'd see people in the street do a double-take when they'd catch a gander of the twins. Someone on the side walk would see them, nudge the person they're with, nod in the direction of the boys and then I'd see the observers shaking their heads in disbelief and gesturing and so forth. Nathan and Noah were oblivious to it all, or maybe just use to it by now.

Nice night for a walk on the beach... soft breeze off the ocean, waves splashing and rumbling endlessly against the sand, big full moon, and twenty million stars. Only problem is... it's illegal to be on the beach at night, not that anyone pays too much mind to that. I yelled, trying to sound like some angry old fart, "Yo, where do you two think you're going?" The boys stopped in their tracks and did a quick about face. Surprisingly, I got the distinct impression they weren't going to be taking any shit from anybody... the look on their faces told the story... whoa! I thought they'd be a little bit scared that they got caught... but, no way. They were ready to give some crap back, except when they recognized that it was me who had yelled, their faces changed immediately and they broke out in smiles screaming excitedly, at the same instant, "Oliver!" and I'm like, "No, it's Dylan!" and I tried to get the exact excitement level when I said "Dylan" as their voices had attained when they said "Oliver!". Both boys laughed hysterically at that... they jogged back to me and one by one rubbed their finger's through my hair. "We know it's not Oliver, Dylan... it's our little joke because you remind us so much of him... oh, and it's not the way you look either. You're real cute... no offense, but Oliver is beautiful. Noah's in love with him and I love him, but I'm not in love with him... yet" and they both giggled and touched fists. I said, "Is it my haircut that reminds you of Oliver?" Nathan said "Oh, not really". He explained that Oliver has shorter hair than me, but that his isn't flat on top like mine. Apparently, Oliver's boyfriend started him on the "burr" haircut and now Oliver keeps it that way to please him.

"Ok" I say, getting frustrated with this topic, "So then, what is it about me that reminds you of this Oliver character?" The boys frowned and exchanged looks as if I was on thin ice. I hurried to add, "No disrespect to Oliver intended". Nathan said, very seriously, "Oh, I hope not Dylan because we couldn't abide anyone dissing Oliver" and he looked at Noah to ask, "Could we, Noah?" Noah did a shake of his head deliberately to the left and then to the right signifying an emphatic "NO" as in, "No, we couldn't abide that". But, almost immediately they were friendly again, once it was clear we all understood where we stood on the Oliver situation, that is. I thought about Willie kind of insisting that I have my haircut like this, so I guess Oliver and I are alike in that regard... we both have the haircuts our boyfriends want us to have. Of course, the twins couldn't know that. I was also reminded of Willie's attempts at being forceful, it was like the twins had been about me dissing Oliver. Both Willie and the Twins were very cute when they tried to be "tough", and I'd had to bite my bottom lip a little in order to keep a serious look on my face when any of them were being stern. I nodded my head that it was understood... no fucking around about Oliver. Hell, he was probably a great guy... the twins had him on a pedestal though, which maybe I'm beginning to understand lately. Maybe I'm beginning to think of Willie a little bit in that way too.... it's awful confusing for me because I don't know what it feels like to be in love. Maybe it's that I just admire Willie so much because he knows so many things and has been so many places and has so much money he can do what he wants... maybe that's why I think he's so special. Maybe I put him on a pedestal a little bit too... or maybe I love him. I miss him ... tomorrow would normally be our Tuesday date night.

Nathan was all smiles again and says, "Come walk with us on the beach, Dylan. No one enforces that law about no beach walking after hours." The boys apparently prefer being side by side because when I insinuated myself between them, saying, "I'd love to walk on the beach with you guys and I'm intrigued with the comparisons of Oliver and myself... you say it's not our looks?" Me in the middle didn't last four steps... Noah casually did a spin which ended up with him walking next to Nathan. Neither commented on that. Nathan tried to explain why I reminded them of this Oliver person. "Oh, let's see" and in one long sentence, without taking a breath, he said... "both of you are slim and you're both about the same height and you're both youthful looking and you're both always sending off vibes that you're gay and you're both inherently nice and you both are very sexily attractive in your own different ways and you're both very interested in Noah and me and it's quickly obvious that you're both naive about a lot of stuff and especially about sexual matters and other things too, but that'll give you an idea." I wobbled my head around to indicate "overload" and the boys chuckled. Nathan tried to clear it up for me, he said, "Noah and I can sense things about boys that most other guys can't. Isn't that right, Noah?" Noah nods that "yes" that's correct.

Well, frankly, most of that sounded slightly preposterous to me... no way could anyone evaluate that many personality traits that quickly. It'd take all summer to analyze someone that thoroughly. The thing that stood out of course is that Nathan slipped in that comment about me being gay so I decided to just challenge that one little factoid and ignore all the others... I didn't want to get them mad at me. I say, "But I already told you guys I'm not gay. So, ya know... you guys made a mistake there, maybe you're making mistakes in other areas as well". They exchanged the same look again... the one they'd exchanged on the beach the first time I said I wasn't gay. Nathan looks me in the eyes and says, "You're not gay?". I'm having a hard time maintaining eye contact when, surprisingly, Noah does that old routine from middle school days where you do a fake cough into your fist... making the cough sound suspiciously like "bull shit!".... all three of us laughed at that. Nathan says, "Now that we have that cleared up... do you now see why you remind us of Oliver?" I say, "Hell no, I'll have to take your word for it. I mean, it's more than a little confusing because you both shouted out "Oliver" within two minutes of speaking to me... you know, since it's not "looks" how could you know the other stuff so fast?" Nathan took a exaggerated deep breath and says, "No offense Dylan, but Noah's sick of this discussion, aren't you Noah?" Noah nods his head that, yes he is, in fact, sick of it. When I looked confused, they started laughing again and I can't help myself... these two are CUTE!!! and I had to laugh along with them.

As we walked, Nathan closed out the Oliver discussion with this, "Noah and I saw him and his true lover-boy, Joey, three months ago. The two of them came to Delaware to attend one of our brother, Alexander's, gay club affairs... I forget which one. Oliver isn't real mushy around Joey, but you can tell they love each other. If things change and Oliver ever falls out of love with Joey, Noah's going to jump in and sweep Oliver off his feet. Right, Noah?" Noah vigorously shakes his head to the affirmative... his ponytail bobbing wildly. Nathan add, "That affair at the club was on a Friday night, but we're not old enough to attend those things. Noah and I did a sneak attack on the sleeping Oliver and Joey the next morning in Alexander's condo though. Alexander was working downstairs in his barbershop. Oh that was fun, wasn't it Noah?" Noah again nodded "yes" and then pointed at a section of the beach where beach-boys had stacked beach chairs, umbrellas and such. They rent them out during the day. Noah said, "there Nathan" and we drifted over to this rather secluded spot on the beach, it was almost underneath the closest section of boardwalk. A person on the boardwalk would need to hang over the railing, twenty feet up, to see us.

Nathan nodded his head in agreement with his brother and then said to me, "We plan to come down here two or three times during our vacation to do some hot sex with each other, right here on the beach... it's a special place, don't ya think?... with the ocean in the background and all. We've got these two blankets to insure we don't get sand in the wrong places." And they both chuckled and unconsciously groped their own rear-ends. Nathan casually added, "But we certainly don't need to do it tonight... we don't want to make you uncomfortable, and we'll be in Wildwood for the whole month so it's not like we're rushed for time or anything." I was gulping and blushing slightly. I mean, who comes right out and says these things so routinely to anybody, never mind to someone you just met. I'm going, "Ahh... ya know..." Nathan adds, offhandedly, "Don't get too discombobulated at things we say, Dylan... you're safe. We know that very few guys are as straight-forward about their sexuality as Noah and me, but sometimes we forget that. We'd really like to just to hang-out with you Dylan, how about that? We want to be friends... get to know each other and all. We can sit on the beach-boy's chairs here... for free, and solve the world's problems while enjoying the crashing sound of the waves and this fabulous breeze and look at that friggin sky! What do ya think about that... should we get to know each other and be friends?"

Of course I was thinking... "no, no... go right ahead with your usual sex, don't let me stop ya", but I didn't say that... I said, "Wow, that directness of your's is very unique and it did take me by surprise right there... jeez, ah... let's see. Well, ya know... I'm not particularly prudish... not at all, as a matter of fact and so, ah... what'd ya have in mind, sex-wise, Nathan?" He said, "Oh no! I don't want to give you the wrong impression about us. I wasn't doing a come-on or anything like that. I was telling the truth and wasn't hinting at anything involving you, me, Noah and sex... no, not at all. We really hardly know you Dylan, no offense intended... but we need to know a boy quite well before we feel comfortable entering into a sexual relationship with him... as I said, no offense, no disrespect intended." Noah was nodding in agreement, but then stopped nodding to lean over and do a quick whisper to Nathan. Nathan's eyes got big, he grinned at Noah and said to me, "Hey, Noah has an idea that might be OK". I was all ears at first and then shocked again when Nathan came out with what I'd speculated about these two when ogling them on the beach. He said, "We have a little bit of a foot fetish... ya ever heard of that before? And, well... ya know... how about, instead of sex... what if we work with your feet a little bit. Have you ever had your feet massaged.... and, ya know, licked?" After the initial shock, I wondered... should I tell them about Chubby? Nah, I shouldn't... so, to play dumb I said, "Ah, what do ya mean?" The boys explained about a foot fetish and afterward I go, "Oh, what the hell... have at em' boys"... meaning my feet. The twins exchanged smirks and simultaneously groped themselves.

Carl had explained fetishes to me and, of course, Chubby has this same foot fetish... he's had it since puberty, although he never calls it a fetish. So, I've not only heard about a foot fetish, I've experienced it many times, but I didn't let on to the twins. The fact is I was reeling a little bit... these kids were about eighteen months younger than me, but like Dodger... they were older than me when it came to sex.... maybe, where the twins are concerned, they're older than me in every area, except age. And, of course, I couldn't help thinking about Chubby and how those girlfriends of his are really causing him to miss out on something this HOT! This hot to him, I mean. Chubby really could have had a ball with these two and their mutual fetish... oh my God what a thought. I'm almost positive Chubby doesn't know anyone with a foot fetish. If he did, he wouldn't do the one-way fetish with me... would he? He'd do it with someone who would reciprocate, I assume that's so... it makes sense anyway. But Jesus... all in all, it's "twilight zone" time again for me meeting the gay twins, who also have a foot fetish... what a bizarre coincidence that is.

I just had sandals on my feet, so I kicked those off and sat in one of the nice canvas beach chairs that rent out for ten dollars a day. The chair looked almost brand new... real comfortable. The twins spread their blankets out in front of my chair and knelt on them, just at the edge of their them. They looked excited, their pretty green eyes darting around. Then, after checking if I was ready, Noah took my right foot and Nathan my left... they held each foot in one hand and gently brushed every grain of sand off with their other hand... blowing on my feet at times too. When they were satisfied their particular foot was completely free of sand, they both did pretty much the same things, at pretty much the same time. It started with them both caressing and lightly massaging my feet and then laying their cheeks against the foot they were holding... the sides, top and bottom of my feet were pressed against their cheeks in a caressing manner. Elaborate sniffy all over my feet was next... all the time holding my feet up off the ground, sometimes with one hand, but often with both their hands... one hand rubbing under my calf. I didn't exert any energy keeping my feet elevated off the sand... Nathan had told me to totally relax my legs and feet. After a bit, the smelling was exaggerated into large inhales and they both started gently groping their crotches. They'd press the nostrils of their cute, freckled, pug noses tight against the bottom of my foot or just below and underneath the toes. After a couple of minutes I guess they smelled all of my foot odor they cared to smell and they began little licks behind my toes and then sucking on my toes and then long, wet laps from my heel to my toes, ending with my toes being sucked loudly and wetly into their mouths... one by one my toes were sucked and then all my toes were crowded into their mouths at once. They both had boners poking out their shorty-shorts by now. It was very odd, like it is with Chubby, but kind of erotic too... seeing these boys getting so aroused from this... or, you know, seeing them get aroused from anything would be erotic because the twins are hot and sexy as hell.

My feet were soon wet with their saliva from the tip of my big toes to the back of my heel. They would suck on my big toe for an entire minute and then in a slight frenzy lick all over my feet. Spit covered their faces by now... saliva transferred from their mouth to my feet and back to smear on their faces. It was slippery and both boys had their hands inside their shorts stroking away. Fascinating to watch and oh so mysterious... the unconscious mind, I mean. Nathan and Noah probably have no more idea why they love feet than I have. For a minute or two they would push my little toe into their nostril... one nostril, and then the other. As I've mentioned, the boys have these cute pug noses with freckles across the bridge and small round nostrils... my little toes just fit, but stretched their nostril and I almost blurted out a chuckle. I didn't do that though because this was serious business for the twins. The boys, almost at the same time, pulled my toes out of their nose and looked over at one another, did a little head nod and swapped feet and switched places so Nathan was now licking and smelling the foot Noah had been using and Noah was using the one Nathan had slobbered all over... then the toes went up their noses again..... weirder and weirder. Swapping feet seemed to elevate their excitement level as now they were also sucking each other's saliva off my feet. A minute of that and, first Nathan, then Noah, pulled the front of their shorts down so that the waistband caught under their balls, their boners stuck straight out. They began full-blown masturbation having, apparently, reached their point of no return... they needed to have their orgasms now. The boys have identical five inch, thickish, boners with large tulip shaped heads. It didn't take long for those heads to grow even a little bit bigger and, with grunts and moans, the boys fired their creamy teen sperm into the sand... four or five shots each. Their faces bright red from the effort and spit spraying out between their puffy lips as they exhaled long wheezy breaths

At various times during the eight to ten minutes the boys were licking my feet, I'd almost get a full blown hard-on... mostly just from looking at their mouths and pink tongues, but also the touch of their hand on my foot or lower leg and, of course, they were jerking themselves off and that's kinda hot too... but I never got near one of my spontaneous orgasms. After shooting the last of their creamy cum in the sand they both sat back on their ankles and pulled on their five inch penises for a bit... then the big smiles and laughing started up as they talked excitedly about the experience. Pulling up his shorts, Nathan said, "Guess who your feet remind us of, Dylan?" I tugged at my chin like I was deep in thought, look up in the air, then down at the boys and said, "Your brother, Alexander's", The twins went into convulsions of laughter and finally Noah was able to say, "No, you have feet like Oliver!" and I go, "Oh, yeah... I never thought of him." After a while the boys got up and sat on beach chairs like the one I was in. They told me other foot fetish stuff they'd do with each other... like, one of them would lie naked on the floor of their bedroom and the other would use his foot to rub all over the body of the one on the floor. Concentrating on the face and the penis and the pubic hair until both boys were boner hard. They went into quite a bit of details and always, in the end, the foot play resulted with them both climaxing. "Sometimes we suck on each other's feet when we're wearing socks too... that's fun". I'd had enough foot fetish so I suggested we wade in the ocean, which we did... just up to our knees. I didn't want the twins to mention anything about our little adventure on the beach to Chubby. Nathan looked shocked I'd even bring that up... he said, "Dylan, we are very discreet. We never tell about our hobby... that's what we call it... our hobby." I nodded, smiled and said, "Oh, I believe that... good." I couldn't help but think that they weren't very discreet when they told me about that sneak attack on Oliver and his boyfriend... but, come to think of it... they didn't offer a single sexy detail. I felt better knowing that. We chatted about their golf lessons which I was only interested in because Willie's taking golf lessons too and I might pick-up some inside lingo to impress him with. Then, a little later, we began noticing other people wading in the ocean under the stars... mostly couples, and other couples walking the beach now also... it seems this time of the evening is for lovers on the beach.

The other beach walkers ruined the atmosphere for us... we went back up on the boards. The boys had a twelve o'clock curfew so we walked towards the end of the boardwalk close to their rented house. I was talking about the Double Shot and how cool it was until Nathan informed me they don't like the thrill rides... they preferred the arcades. Also, their parents often took them other places and they skipped the boardwalk entirely... they'd go out to dinner at other shore resorts or to the boardwalks in Atlantic City or Ocean City and places like that. In other words, the Wildwood boardwalk wasn't a big deal to them like it was to Chubby and me. In the mornings they usually are on the beach or on a fishing boat, but the afternoons were for their golf lessons and after the lessons they played eighteen holes of golf. What this meant to me was I wouldn't see nearly as much of the boys as I'd like. We had different schedules and different interests. I was thinking... how are they going to get to know me well enough for a bit of sexy play if we don't do stuff together? I fantasized about the two of them doing a sneak attack on me like they did on that Oliver kid and his boyfriend, Joey. Maybe they could do one with me and my boyfriend, Willie... I can't even fantasize it being with me and Chubby. Not when he spent the night on the boardwalk with those two girls rather than with me. We hadn't gone too far when we were at their exit ramp. The twins said, "Goodnight, Dylan... thanks for going along with our foot fetish... it was great! You're a real good guy and we just knew you would be because you're so much like you know who." I said, "Who might that be?" They laughingly said, "Ha ha! See ya on the beach tomorrow morning."

It took me another ten minutes to walk to my place and half way down the block I saw a light in our duplex... so somebody was home now. Up the steps I go to find the door unlocked... it's Chubby who's home. Awkward time, coming up. He says, "The Moms are still out partying. I looked for you for almost an hour... what happened?" I pouted, saying... "Oh come on Chubby, what do you care what happened to me! You and those dipshit girls were having too much fun to worry about what happened to me... you know, who cares what happened to Dylan the wimp." Chubby goes, "I knew it, you heard her say that... listen Dylan, I straightened Snoody out on that in no uncertain terms. She knows not to dump on my number one homeboy ever again!" I said, "Oh, I'll bet" and Chubby whines, "Why can't you have fun with those girls? They're nutty and crazy... like us". I knew this argument wasn't going to have a satisfactory conclusion so I told him to forget it and that I wasn't mad at him so let's move on. Neither of us took a shower. We washed-up and brushed our teeth in silence, and then got in bed. After two minutes, to Chubby's credit, he said, "I don't care if we're acting a little pissed off with each other or not... get over here. You're my "binky" here at the shore and I need to be hugging you to get to sleep." I gave him a look and then scooted over to his side of the bed with him smirking up a storm... knowing I couldn't resist.

By the way, "Binky" is the way I pronounced "blanky" when I was two years old... I couldn't go anywhere without my baby blanket, "binky", and that's what Chubby was referring to. Using that word-from-the-past sort of broke the ice and we got wrapped up together and after a little stilted conversation we fell asleep, but it had set the correct atmosphere... we were headed in the right direction so that in the morning we could begin forgetting about that first night on the boardwalk. I didn't see any way I could tell him about the twins and their foot fetish. On the one hand, it would embarrass Chubby to have his fetish discussed and on the other hand, he'd be pissed he'd missed a golden opportunity to share his fetish with others who liked feet too. It was a no win situation so I didn't mention it. I did casually mentioned Mike and his cute boyfriend Richie because that was harmless enough. Needless to say, I didn't describe them as "boyfriends" just "buddies". I also wanted Chubby to see that I wasn't moping around all night by myself. I guess I wanted to show him that he wasn't the only one enjoying himself on the boardwalk... I'd had some fun too! Yeah, I know, it's kind of petty to think that way, but hey... I never claimed to be perfect.

*********************** DYLAN's DILEMMA PART 9b **************************

Wildwood Vacation - Chapter Five

By the time we were on the beach the next morning, with our paper cups of coffee, we were fine once again.... best buds ever. That's about as big a disagreement as we ever get into.... they never last long. We were sharing a cigarette with our coffee, reading the sports section of the major newspaper for South Jersey to see how the Red Sox were doing... mostly the sports page was about the Phillies, but they gave synopsis of other MLB games. Chubby looks up from the paper and says, "Hey, did you know that the sun puts out the same amount of energy in one second that the earth will use at current usage, in the next million years?" I pretended to be amazed and said, "No, I didn't"... he stared at me a second for more reaction, then went back to the newspaper. I drank some coffee and looked for the twins... the beach was almost empty at this early hour... just after nine in the morning. There was an older couple sitting in rented beach chairs down near the water. They were dressed in fancy clothes one sees in an old movie... she had on a dress with lots of silky material blowing around in the breeze and a big hat she had to hold on her head because of the strong breezes. He had on a white shirt, a small bow tie, a sweater, slacks and a sport coat. Some kind of old fashioned hat on his head and formal looking big brown shoes. They didn't talk to each other... just held hands and looked at the horizon. It was sad somehow... when the sun gets hotter, in an hour or so, they're going to be very uncomfortable. I stared at them and tried to imagine what their story was... what could it possibly be?

Chubby says, "Hey Dylan, I wonder what disease a cured ham actually had before it was cured... and do ya think it's safe to eat it now? Huh?" I said, "Most cured hams had syphilis, high doses of penicillin cured them and, no... I wouldn't eat them" ... and I stared at him with a blank look on my face. Chubby tried to stare back but he burst our with a laugh and said, "You're such a dick sometimes. It wasn't syphilis, ya dumb shit... it was rickets." I said, "Oh". He muttered, "Let's share another smoke, OK?" It was my turn to carry the pack, so I got it out and lit another cigarette as Chubby said, "I'm reading this paper here... politicians are the only people on earth who create a problem and then campaign against it." I said, "No shit". We both went back to what we were doing... me staring at the old couple and Chubby reading the paper. This is very relaxing for us, Chubby and me, just doing nothing, saying hardly nothing and being near each other. It's a wonderful thing to always have a very close friend to share stuff with... even if it's almost nothing that you're sharing... like this morning. It was a very pleasant morning, low humidity, beautiful blue sky and a light breeze. The word "delightful" comes to mind, but I'd never say it out loud... too faggy. Chubby mumbled something about us enjoying the beach this morning because later a serious heat wave is passing through. Chubby likes to tell me what he's reading about in the newspaper. I go, "Uh huh".

The twins showed up about nine-thirty and set their chairs up with Chubby's and mine. Chubby began doing some of his factoids... the twins were a great audience for him. They played along with amazed expressions on their faces and then, after a bit of that, Nathan said he has a joke for us. I was expecting some cute little thing, but he comes up with this. He says... In a pub in Ireland John O'Reilly wins the toast of the night award with this toast. "Here's to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!" He goes home and tells his wife he won the best toast award. She wants to know what it was and he says, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church with me wife". Well, the next day the wife runs into one of John's drinking buddies. The man chuckles and says, "Ya hear that John won the award for his toast last night?" She goes, "Aye, he told me and I was a bit surprised meself. You know, he's only been there twice in the last four years... Once he fell asleep and the other time I had to pull him by his ears to make him come". You've never seen boys laugh like Nathan and Noah laughed... and Nathan was laughing at a joke he must have told a number of times... their faces were bright red and they hugged each other and just roared. The old couple glanced up at the racket and the man gave a half smile. Nathan had heard the joke from his brother who does the Irish brogue when he tells it. Man, their laughter got Chubby and me laughing like crazy people too. It really sort of bonded us all together. The rest of our time in Wildwood, if there was a quiet moment someone would say "am I going to have to pull your ears to get you to cum" or if we'd see some really outlandish couple, one of us was sure to say "do ya think she pulls on those donkey ears of his to get him to cum?" and it always got a laugh.

Nothing was said about last night, by anybody. The morning weather was so refreshing... we swam in the ocean distributing occasional gooses to unsuspecting victims and then, when the waves got a little more exciting, we all did some body surfing. Later, around ten-thirty, our Moms made an appearance carrying rental chairs that looked just like the one I sat in last night when the North twins were sucking my feet and then climaxed in the sand. I smiled to myself and looked at Nathan, but he wasn't making the same connection so he looked cutely puzzled and I pulled his stubby ponytail and got a great grin from him for my trouble. The Moms were a little bit hungover from their cocktail cruise last night. We introduced the twins and both Mom's eyes got big seeing these boys for the first time. Tris says, "Well, aren't you two something. It's a pleasure to meet ya both. Dang, you're the cutest things I ever saw... next to our two boys, I mean." We all chuckled even though it wasn't really funny. Ya got to help adults sometimes in these circumstances ... help em to feel comfortable. Ten minutes later Mr and Mrs North came down too and my Mom started talking to them... before you know, we were one big group. All the better for me... I can ogle the boys up close now. The Moms wanted coffees so Chubby and I flipped to see who would go. After I lost, for the eight millionth time in a row, I tried unsuccessfully to talk one of the twins into going with me. The Norths had drinks already, so off I go alone, trudging through the sand toward the boardwalk, but feeling real good about things. I liked it that the Moms would have some adults to talk to for a little bit and I liked it that the twins and Chubby and me were a group now. You know, get to know each other better and who knows what might transpire.

There was a line for coffees at this time of the morning so, as I stood in the line, I gawked around looking for cute boys and right away I spot this unusual boy, alone on a bench across from me on the ocean side of the boardwalk. He had his back to the ocean, wearing a very small speedo bathing suit... like the one Dodger wears... very unusual, you almost never see a speedo in Wildwood. The boy was tall, about six feet... he had on a tank top with a foreign word across the front. That was my clue he wasn't from around here. A distinctly European look... I'd guess French. Very cute, about sixteen years old with longish very clean looking light brown hair that the breeze off the ocean blew around his face. He'd flick his head a little to get the hairs off his face and then take a big drag off his cigarette and blow it out with long exhales... the ocean breeze would sometimes blow the smoke back around his nice looking face. Something dramatic about him... very confident. The thing that caught my attention most though was the way he crossed his long, smooth, well defined legs... a dancer's legs that were crossed down near his knees. The back of one knee crossed on top of and just behind his other knee, at a slight angle. I'd seen woman cross their legs something like that, but never a guy. He had long narrow feet, wearing some kind of slipper that was open at the back. He was not feminine at all even though his slippers and the way he crossed his legs might make one think that. It was my turn in line for coffees now, I got the Moms what they wanted and a small one for myself.

The grumpy looking girl who waited on me put the three paper cups of coffee, with lids, in a slotted tray and I carried the tray casually over to where the French boy was sitting. He was looking the other way when I asked, "do you mind if I sit here for a minute?" Up close he had beautiful skin and striking looks, actually. His body was very slim, but not skinny at all... tight, very fit like maybe he was a long distance runner. Those legs, up close, were strong looking and showed very attractive calf definition with only a small amount of light hairs shining golden in the sun light. I stared at them as he, in an extremely relaxed manner, kicked the top leg slightly so that his foot swung back and forth a few times while he was turning his head to see who was speaking to him. He stared at my face with a slight grin on his lips and then, in a boyish, sexy sounding voice said, "Pardon, Monsieur, Je suis desole. Je ne comprends pas Anglais." I said, "You are so hot, I'd like to lick your lips. I love the way you sit and the sexy way you cross your legs." He says, "Gabriel Bedeau" and he held out his hand to shake. I smiled as I held his hand and said, "My pleasure, Gabriel" With the tray of coffees I was holding with my other hand, I pointed at myself slightly, still holding his right hand in a loose grip... like you might hold hands with your girlfriend... if you had one, and I said, "I'm Dylan Newman". He stood up now, did a little head bow and we shook hands in the regular manner. He leaned his head forward slightly and very carefully said, "Dillon Nomon" and nodded his head, smiling formally. I was going to bum a cigarette from him, but just then a slim, good looking woman, almost certainly his mother, came up from the lavatory below and spoke rapid French to Gabriel and off they walked. Gabriel looked back once, waved at me and smiled sweetly. I sat down on his bench, adjusted my hardened dick, opened my small coffee and took a sip... too hot. Then I tried crossing my legs like Gabriel had his crossed. I succeeded and got a surprise, doing it that way squeezed my balls nicely. A nice firm pressure on my nuts... ah ha! Now I get it. See... if ya keep your eyes open, you can learn shit! Wait'll I tell Chubby. Ha ha. Back at our little group, Chubby and I shared the small coffee as the Moms enjoyed there large ones while they smoked cigarettes. The Norths did not approve of the cigarettes, but they seemed to like the Moms a lot. Our Moms have this infectious perky personality that most everybody takes to. I've heard that they're wicked popular waitresses. The Norths, although the mother was grossly overweight and the father quite a bit underweight, turned out to be very pleasant, regular folks and were real friendly to Chub, me, and the Moms for the remainder of our mornings on the beach. Like the twins, they had thought Chubby and I were brothers too... odd, because we don't look anything alike.

A little after twelve o'clock, the Norths collected their beach stuff and headed back to their house for a quick bite and then the twins were off for their golf lesson. We'd see them all tomorrow morning right back here at this spot on the beach. We watched them labor up through the sand toward the parking lot with Nathan, Noah and Mr North carrying everything... Mrs North had all she could handle just getting her girth moving one step at a time. I wonder if it's a genetic situation that causes a person to put all that weight on their skeleton, or is it maybe that they just like to eat. It's probably both. She made it to the parking lot and they all walked out of our view. A little later the Moms said they wanted to have lunch with Chubby and me on the boardwalk. We left our chairs and stuff on the beach and waded through the sand to the boardwalk steps. Just as the newspaper had predicted, it was wicked hot by now with the sun's relentless glare and now there was very little in the way of a breeze off the ocean to help cool things down. That old time couple I'd seen this morning were long gone, leaving their rented chairs behind. A beach boy came and rescued the chairs when the tide was lapping at their aluminum legs. Up on the boardwalk it was stifling so the Moms wanted to eat in an air conditioned restaurant... there aren't a hell of a lot of them on the boardwalk but we found one and we were lucky enough to get an empty booth as well. Compared to ninety degrees outside, the seventy-two degrees inside felt like a freezer. We shivered happily until our bodies got accustomed to the change. The Moms were buying so Chubby and I looked at the more costly items on the lunch menu. We both got the triple-decker turkey club with bacon and extra mayo on white toast. It was nine dollars which made us giggle like little kids getting away with something. We ordered the four dollar chocolate milkshakes too. The Moms shook their heads and made faces like... "what brats!". They both got a tuna salad dish and an iced tea.

Half way through our lunch Tris says, "You all set on the bus schedules Chubby?" My head came up and I looked at Tris... then at Chubby, who looked away, swallowed, and said, "I haven't told Dylan yet, Mom". He said it in a strained voice. "Told me what? What bus?" I asked. Chubby went right into it. The only way Ricky would let Chubby keep his job, and go on our vacation, is if Chubby somehow makes it back for work both Saturdays and then their Saturday night meetings and bonding sessions afterward at Ricky's place. Chubby finished his short explanation with. "He says, it's mandatory. He really likes that word." I could tell Chubby was furious, but powerless... and I also could sense that he simply didn't want to discuss it because discussing it won't change anything. My Mom says, "That boy, Ricky, is a control freak. He's power crazy because his father is the boss and he knows the kids working there can't make nearly as much money in any other unskilled job." I said, "I'm sorry, Chubby... hey, do ya want me to come with ya to keep you company?" Everyone at the table knocked down that idea as being impractical for a number of reasons. One, the cost of the round trip bus fare. Two, Chubby had to work all day and then most of the night with the window washer boys so we wouldn't see each other anyway, and three... Chubby says, "Your friend wants to visit down here, Dylan. What's his name... Willie. Have him keep you busy while I'm in Framingham washing windows. Give him a call." I thought to myself... what a good idea, but I said, "I'd rather go with you, Chubby" and that is the truth of the matter, but I knew I wouldn't be going with Chubby and so Willie keeping me company is a pretty good plan B. I said, "Wonder if he's available this weekend?" Chubby mumbled, "Well call him and find out, dude.." The Moms encouraged me to call too so I went outside in the stifling heat and used Mom's cell phone to call Willie.

It's sweet in some ways and degrading in others... I'm referring to how much encouragement I got from those three for me to try and get Willie to join me while Chubby is away. I'm glad they all care, but the truth is they were worried that I'd put on this childish pouting act because Chubby wouldn't be here... and, actually I do feel like pouting a little. It's kind of not too cool to be thought of as a pouting baby. They were afraid of telling me... I wonder how long the three of them knew this... makes me feel like the odd man out. Kind of pisses me off in a way too... Hmmm.. "Oh, Hi Willie! It's Dylan. Oh, yeah you recognize my voice. What? I was suppose to call you yesterday? I thought you were going to call me... oh! sorry, don't be mad, come on, listen...." I explained and Willie's attitude changed from one of anger that I hadn't called yesterday, to excited when he discovered it was going to be just him and me for the weekend. Sure he could get down Friday. His Father's business manager had told Willie to just give him the dates and he'd get him a room... sweet! Willie was also excited because we could spend the nights together in his motel room. He was planning on getting a room outside Wildwood so that it would made sense for me to sleep over there . I told him he didn't need to rent a room at all... he could stay with me, but he wanted his own place. We made definite plan for him to call me Friday. I went over it twice to be sure we both got it right. Everyone seemed relieved that I'd have a "playmate" when Chubby was away. I was feeling a little bit pouty about them thinking I was still a baby who pouts when I'm disappointed so I acted grumpy for the next hour or so just to prove... I don't know, something.

The Moms took off for a "nails" and "hair" spa appointment. Apparently two guys they met on the cruise were taking them to Atlantic City for the day tomorrow. Gambling and such... a show too, I think. When they were telling Chubby and me about it I was busy acting pouty so I missed some of the details. After lunch, back on the beach, it was so hot Chubby and me had to stay in the ocean. Tomorrow a thunderstorm is predicted and then the temperatures would be back down in the eighties. After being in the ocean awhile I forgot to pout at some point and we got into wrestling and grab assing which is far superior to pouting any day. We swam and waded up the beach about twenty blocks and then jogged back on the wet, packed sand dodging little kids and the elderly... everyone else was able to get out of our way. Back at our own beach, one more dive in the Ocean and then back to the meat locker rental place... that's what the place felt like when you first walked in. We were eating in tonight, but the Moms were still not back from the spa so we took this opportunity to shower. We took it for granted we'd be showering together by now. We stripped in our room and, bumping against one another, we bumbled into the bathroom off our bedroom and I got the water adjusted to the right temperature... then we stepped under the spray together. We turned in circles under the shower head getting soaked and then, facing him, I shampooed Chubby's buzzed hair while, at the same time, Chubby shampooed mine. We had both hands, thick with shampoo, on either side of each other's head. It was very sexy for me because Chubby was doing more of a caress that a shampooing and it got a little hypnotic if ya want to know the truth. We unconsciously were moving closer and closer to each other until our arm just fell over the other boy's shoulders and we hugged and swayed that way for two minutes or so. My penis was so hard... it got stuck sideways against Chubby's belly... he is four inches shorter than me so his boner was poking my thigh. We kept silently swaying... like dancing, under the shower's spray. I don't know about Chubby, but my eyes were closed and it was a trance I was in after a while. Maybe Chubby was too... neither of us had said a word since getting undressed.

After a bit, still without speaking, I reached down and began stroking Chubby's boner. His body stiffened at first then relaxed into me even more than before. My boner had that precum feeling as I stroked Chubby's hard four inches of boner... I did him real slow and it still only took two or three minutes before I felt it get that last second spurt of girth and Chubby put his face against my shoulder and blew a lot of spit against me there while making grunting noises as he fired off his creamy cum which splattered between my legs and immediately circled around in the water a few times and then entered the great unknown... down the drain, never to be seen again. Chubby hugged me very tightly for thirty seconds after the final cum drool was milked from his balls by my tight ring of fingers and then he took a deep breath before saying, "Your turn" and with that he got a tight fist around my cock and oh my god, did he stroke that thing. The uncut skin flying on and off my wet cock head. I was up on my toes in no time and then I'm going.. "Aaaahhh" as three quick shots of cum fired out of my boner... it happened so fast I couldn't believe it. Thinking about it though... I was ready to explode from all our mutual shampooing, hugging, swaying and what have you even before he touched my boner... it didn't take much to get me off. I said, "Jesus, that was so awesome Chubby. I really feel better." He goes, "Of course you do, dude. Like I said the other day... teenagers need to have their orgasms and we're in this situation here of living together, so we need to fucking adjust... that's all, we fucking make adjustments. For christ sake, we're not ten year olds, we can fucking see a situation and adjust that's all. It's simple, dude... any numbnuts can see that. Any two boys in any civilized country in the world would do the same." I go, "Oh yeah... of course. It's not even worth discussing... how about getting my back for me, man." We washed each other's back and finished the shower without further conversation. It's impossible not to see that something was going on here between us... Wildwood was maybe doing the trick for me. I didn't want to say anything for fear of jinxing the situation, and Chubby, I'm guessing, didn't want to say anything because he feels real uncomfortable about what we've been doing together lately. Chubby does not want to be gay!

Tonight we got dressed in flimsy basketball shorts and I put on a too-big Boston Celtic Tee shirt and Chubby put on my Plain White Ts tee shirt. He said, "Where'd ya get this? It's cool." I said, "Where else, Willie. He said it was too big for him and he was going to throw it out so I told him to give it to the poor kid, me." Chubby joked that he was stealing it from me... little did he know he didn't need to steal it... I'd give him anything I had if he'd only ask for it. I had my necklace on each night, but I didn't wear it to the beach. Chubby had his earring stud in of course, he hadn't had it out since he got it. Just swab some alcohol wash on it morning and night until the slit heals. We went out on the deck to share a large Arnold Palmer and a cigarette. An Arnold Palmer, by the way, is a soft drink that's half lemonade and half iced tea. We're leaning toward this being our favorite summer drink. I like passing the soft drink can and the cigarette back and forth... Chubby and I both lip stuff... meaning we get our saliva on the cigarette filter and on the soft drink can.... sexy for me. In short order the Mom's came out on the deck with frosty cans of Miller Light beer and joined us for a smoke. "We got a sweet, molasses-baked-beans and pork chop casserole in the oven boys. We'll have some white corn and New Jersey beefsteak tomatoes with it along with some crusty Italian bread. Chubby and me exchanged head nods because this is one of our favorite dinners. Lots of apple sauce too. After our smoke, Chubby and I went in and tried to get the baseball report on ESPN but there was some dumb tennis match on so we watched "Family Guy" and almost wet our pants laughing... oh my God, you must try that show... but the writers of Family Guy are NOT into politically correctness, be warned.

During dinner, a bit later, I snuck this tidbit into the conversation, "Ah, Mom... Dylan wants me to get my ear pierced so I can be just like him. What do ya think?" Chubby burst out laughing and did that thing that Noah did on the beach that time... he pretended to cough into his fist, but made it sound like "bull shit!". Everyone laughed and then Tris said, "Watch your mouth young man!" and Chubby says, "Oh no, Mom! I hear much worse coming from you two Moms when you guys are doing the bills." The Moms looked at each other and shrugged... giving in on that one. My Mom said, "I'm not against an earring, Dylan... sure, get one if you want. I just didn't want you getting one when you were too young to know what you're doing. Now, you boys are going to be eighteen before the end of the summer. Go ahead... be like your twin there." She smiled nicely then... it wasn't a "grudgingly-giving-in" kind of thing... she really didn't mind. I said, "Thanks, Mom" and looked at Chubby who was grinning at me... he knew this was a big deal to me and he was happy for me. I felt good. Willie was coming down Friday afternoon, Chubby and I were moving closer and closer to what I've dreamed about for us, and I'm getting my ear pierced... Christ, am I going to look cool with that! Should I get a stud like Chubby or a little hoop like Richie and Mike have... I'm thinking, hoop... maybe.

Tuesday night on the boardwalk was strickly Chubby and me and we did a lot of rides. All the good rides have fairly long lines so we had plenty of time to talk about stuff. A great deal of that time was used discussing us getting our drivers license and then what kind of car we'd be getting after that. I can't even begin to tell you how many times we added up in our heads the money we'll have by summer's end. On the beach this morning, while reading the paper, Chubby was getting an idea how much used cars cost and it was an eye-opener alright. Cars are expensive. I wanted a convertible because of Willie's... that car of his is so cool. As we were standing in line for the"Wild Mouse" ride, I told Chubby about how Willie had gotten his convertible last Christmas... as a Christmas present ... Chubby spit out the Italian ice he was sucking on and yelled "Get the fuck out of here! No way!" That got me laughing because about a hundred heads turned to see who had yelled that out and then Chubby got real red in the face... embarrassed. He doesn't like bringing attention to himself if the people are strangers, that is. If Chubby knows and likes the people involved, then he does like being the center of attention... me, not so much in either case. I like to be cool, but I wouldn't do or say anything to get noticed by anyone other then teen boys... that's my area of interest. That's relatively new too, but once the gay interest starts up it apparently get moving like a run-away freight train heading down hill at a hundred miles an hour. Ya can't stop it... at least that's been my experience so far... and I'm not complaining about it one bit... I'm thrilled!

What I was contemplating, during a quiet time with Chubby in one of the thrill ride lines, is how this recent closeness with Chubby appears to be relieving some of the horny feelings I've been having. Then I thought, "No!" It just may be increasing my horniness level... that is, increasing it for some real gay sexual experience instead of just the new closeness between Chubby and me... now I'm not sure which scenario is correct, but I have been dreaming about getting fucked a lot lately. Where's Dodger when I need him... heh heh. Once you get fucked really good, it's not easy to settle for less... my age group is in the highest sexual prowess it will ever be in and I'm horny almost all the time. No way is this thing with Chubby going to move fast enough to take care of my "itch" and the Twins won't have sex unless they've known me for a lot longer than two days so I'm looking forward to Willie... big time. And wouldn't ya know it, I turn around in that line and right behind me is as sexy and cute a boy as you could ever hope for. He's probably too young though, for one thing, and for another thing it's nine out of ten chances he's straight even if he's not too young... just great huh? Love the gay sex, but it does increase the longing for it when it's missing. It's so damn difficult to recognize a potential sexy partner, then ya got to get to know him and he needs to be the kind of boy who likes me and I like him and, oh brother! It can get frustrating.

We pretty much stayed on the rides till they closed the boardwalk down. Back at our place we cleaned up, got undressed and got in bed. We were chattering about me getting my ear pierced tomorrow. Rain was forecast for the afternoon so that might be a good time to get it pierced. I'm not afraid of a little "Ouch!". I go over to Chubby's side of the bed and we hugged each other, squirmed around till we got in that perfect position where everything fit together and we went to sleep that way. I slept right through the night and when I woke up Chubby was already talking in the living room with his Mom. I heard him say he'd be staying with Rickie and his father. For the first time I learned that Rickie's mother had died of a heart attack when Rickie was ten so it's just Rickie and his dad.... and Chubby. I made myself stop thinking negative thoughts, I mean... come on, Rickie and his dad force Chubby to have gay sex with them? Get real! Still, it sounded like a shaky situation at best... something was going on there. Damn! Chubby came in nagging me to get up so we could make the most of the beach before it rained. We had some cereal, then up on the boardwalk we go for coffees. We'd brought our beach chairs, towels and stuff with us, but the weather was overcast and it was sure to rain later on. Last night we'd scoped out a shop for the ear piercing called Mohawk Piercings. It was located quite a ways down from where we get on the boardwalk, but Chubby liked the cool look of the place, and the name. The twins were on the beach so we drank our coffees and talked with the boys, who looked so bright-eyed and cute and new I wanted to lick them. Later we played handball with them on the hard packed sand near the water at a spot outside the lifeguard area. There would be fewer people to inconvenience with our game in an unguarded part of the beach. People always walked around the handball courts that us kids outline in the wet sand. Two teams... Chubby and Nathan against Noah and me. Noah and me barely won the rubber match and he jumped in my arms with his legs wrapped around my ass and hugged against me in victory. I staggered in a circle with Noah yelling out that song "We are the champions, we are the champions, we are the champions... OF THE WORLD!". It was the most words I'd ever heard Noah say. Noah and I ended up with boners poking into each others crotches before our victory celebration was over. No joking matter, he got me good and horny.

It started raining around eleven o'clock so the beach cleared out. Chubby and I walked home with Chubby saying, "It's a strange thing that most everyone who went to the beach this morning went there to swim in the ocean. So, why run home when it rains? Wet in the ocean or wet from the rain, or wet in the ocean with rain falling. What's the dif?" I'm like, "Huh? I wasn't listening, Chubby. What do ya want to know?" He hits my ass with his beach chair calling me "such a dick". At our place we ate grilled cheese sandwiches and watched the torrents or rain pouring down. The Moms were in Atlantic city with their newly discovered boyfriends. I wondered what Jake would say if he knew my Mom was going out with some guy she met in a bar. Of course, that's where she met Jake too... the bar she waitresses at. We got bored fast, so as soon as the rain let up we went back to the boardwalk. I was excited to get my ear pierced, what better time than this?

It was a twenty minute walk down the boards once we got onto the boardwalk. Naturally there were more people than normal walking today because of the rain-out on the beaches. Just before we got to the piercing shop Chubby ran into another one of the girls from high school he goofs-around with. She was walking with her parents and her little sister, just killing some time. The girl, Lynn Frazell, talked Chubby into doing some arcade games with her while I was getting my ear taken care of. She obviously is using him as an excuse to get away from her family for awhile and who can blame her... teens have a "family tolerance" limit on vacations. Chubby says, "Do you mind, Dylan?" I took pity on the girl, and said I didn't, so the three of us walked the last two blocks to Mohawk Piercings together. The arcade was two blocks further down on the same side. The three of us peered in through the plate-glass front window and saw that the shop was crowded, as most of the shops are on a rainy day. Chubby says, "Ugh, you want to wait in that crowd, Dylan? Why not come with Lynn and me? You can try the shop later." I decided to wait my turn in the shop because, frankly, I didn't think it would be much fun doing arcade games with a girl.

I go in and start scoping the place out. There's a tattooed girl in her early twenties showing pieces of jewelry to customers. She had many piercings on her face and, one would think on her body also, but thankfully her body was pretty much covered-up in a loose, black, wrap-around thingie. There was an older man, probably in his fifties, with a gray mohawk hairdo and almost as many piercings as his assistant, who was probably his daughter. The gray mohawk man was doing pretty much what the girl was doing, but he was more gruff with the potential customers. I didn't see anyone buy anything, just a lot of milling around and murmuring. Then I spotted a small arror pointing to the back area along the side of the shop that read "piercing room". Ya know what? I got a funny, queasy, feeling in my stomach all of a sudden and I wished that Chubby was with me. Maybe too many people here... too claustrophobic, maybe that's what it was... and then I thought, "No, god damnit Dylan don't pussy out!" I began inching my way toward the sign. Almost there and I see a twenty-something year old guy and two girls about eighteen sitting on a bench under the piercing sign. "Oh" I thought to myself, "here's where you wait to get your body pierced". I stood near the end of the bench and looked nervous until one of the girls said, "Getting pierced today?" and I half smiled and nodded my head "yes". She said, "Have a seat" and as I was sitting down the door at the far end of the bench opened and out came a mother and a tween-aged girl who was holding a piece of gauze to her ear and crying quietly.

The mother and crying daughter were followed out of the room by a man who stood outside the door and looked at each one of us future "victims" one at a time, all of us sitting docilely on the bench. I was last and he fixed a stare on me. I stared back at him with my mouth hanging open. I gulped, but I couldn't stop staring. The guy who does the piercing was very intense, very tall, very tattooed, very pierced, very muscle bound, and very mohawked. He was very everything, but mostly he was very gay. The way he moved his head, his whole body language thing, and, oh yeah... he had quite a bit of eye make-up under plucked eyebrows . A totally different species from us humans, if that were possible. He made me very uncomfortable even though I'm gay too. I'm not flamboyant like him, but I sure am gay so I smiled and tried to convey with my eyes that I wasn't being judgemental or anything... just indicating that I'm gay too. Finally the Mohawk man gave me some wild-eyed look, as if he were really pissed-off, and then wiggled his finger at the person who's turn it was, the twenty-something year old guy. Twenty-something got up and sauntered into the piercing room behind the pissed-off mohawk guy. Twenty-something tried for "cool" but he looked apprehensive to me. Now I was apprehensive too. What to make of mohawk man? He definitely worked out in a gym regularly. Very big with a very over-developed body... as in, "hideous". He was six foot-two inches tall, at least, and with his mohawk hairdo being eight or nine inches high he looked like he was over seven feet tall.

His mohawk was stiff with gel for the first five inches off the top of his otherwise bald head, and then the last four inches was dry hair that looked feathery compared to the gelled part. The stiff lower hair was pitch black and the feathery hairs above started out bright red and tapered off to an almost pink color at the tips. He had a very handsome face, nicely tanned, but there were at lease ten piercings in his face alone. That's not counting the three or four in each ear, and who knows how many on his body that were, thankfully, covered with loose fitting bluejeans and a extra large, button up the front, sleeveless, white cotton shirt. He was barefoot. Tattoos all around his neck, on the backs of his hands, down his arms, and undoubtedly there were others under the clothing too, keeping the unseen piercings company. Should I stay, or should I go? Then, out comes the twenty-something guy holding gauze on his ear, but looking OK. The mohawk man said, in a very affected voice, "Don't worry ladies. It won't hurt much" and they nervously giggled as they followed him into the back room. For something to keep my mind off the mohawk man, I read the sign that hung below the arrow pointing to the piercing room. It indicated times of piercing and showed that one o'clock to two o'clock was lunch break so I'd be the last one before lunch, I guess. I was committed to staying by now, just anxious to get this over with. If I didn't have it done, what could I say to Chubby. Plus, I thought, "the days of me wimping out on something are long gone".

The two girls were in there longer than the twenty-something guy had been, but they both emerged alive, although teary-eyed. Both of them held gauze over their right eye. Obviously both had eyebrow piercing. To each their own of course, but other than the ear lobe, I don't think other piercings are cool. I smiled encouragingly at the girls and one said, "He lied, that really hurt!' and they scurried out onto the boardwalk. I sat there for at least five minutes before mohawk man stepped out and lisped, "OK, get your ass in here and do some 'splaining to me". I go, "What?" and he lisped furiously, "you want this, so come and get it". My heart started going "thump... thump... thump!" because something wasn't right around here. He held the door open until I was in, then he closed it and snapped the lock on it. He lisped, "OK, what's your story?" If he was doing a parody of a stereotypical gay swisher, he was over-doing it. I said, "I, I, what do you mean? I came to get my ear pierced. This left one. That's all." He tapped his foot and stared at me. This guy is big. Close-up I could see that handsome face of his clearly, it was totally fucked up with metal jewelry sticking through his lip, his eyebrows, both nostrils, that piece of cartilage between the nostrils, studs here and there and everywhere. It looked painful. I could see the tattoos extending from his neck down onto his chest and under his shirt, tattoo sleeves on both arms of course. In close to him, like this, I detected a strong body odor too, as in BO. Ugh! Lets do this fast and get me the hell out of here, is what I'm thinking. Why is he waiting and staring? "So, you came in for a piercing. Let's see the stud or earring then" is what he eventually lisped. I go, "Well, I don't have one. I expected to buy one here." He snapped out, "Liar!" then he went on to say everyone knows to get the earring in the shop and then come back for the piercing. Finally he gets around to explaining his problem, which has now become my problem too. From what I could discern from his ranting, there have been a half dozen gay boys my age coming in to get fucked by the mohawk man, and then they compare notes, on the internet, while ridiculing his appearance behind his back. It's some sort of anti-mohawk man website. Of course I don't know a fucking thing about it. I set him off because he thinks I was flirting with him when I was sitting on the bench. That time he came out to get the twenty-something guy I was trying to get his attention with eye contact to, to... I don't know. To let him know a fellow "gay guy" was here, or something stupid like that. I'm always doing something wrong around these macho, crazy, gay, control freaks. Now I'm stunned because how can I convince him I'm not one of the kids mocking him. And, of course, one of those kids caught by this nut-case is going to lie his ass off to escape this muscle-bound ape's wrath... why would he believe me? He says he's sick and tired of being mocked by "cute little fruity gay boys who have no idea what it's like to have sex with a real man". He says fruity little gay boys like me were just playing at being gay...

When I get the chance, I'm shaking my head "no" that I'm not one of them and, furthermore, I never heard of that website, or ever heard of him either for that matter. His handsome, pierced face got real red and he said, "Drop your shorts" which I did immediately, surprising myself. That's when I realized how scared I was. I was standing in front of him pleading my case as he leaned against his heavy-duty work bench. With my cargo shorts down to my knees, he lifted his left leg and, standing on one leg still leaning against the bench, he grabbed the back of my neck and bent me over his lifted thigh and spanked my ass like the Marine spanked me. No mercy for my cries of pain. When I was blubbering and begging with tears streaming down my face, he stopped spanking me and said, "You're going to be my messenger to all your little gay boy friends who think it's fun to get fucked by me. You go back and get on line to tell them that I'll fuck 'em alright, but they'll get spanked first. Look at my jeans, that's my boner poking out the front because I get very aroused making boys cry." He pulled open a drawer and lisped, "Pick a condom and roll it onto my cock" and with that he unzipped and pulled out his hard, extremely curved, boner. It wasn't as long as Willie's, but it had more girth and it also had a scary looking fat protruding vein that looked ugly. It went up the underside of his cock from nuts to the cut skin around the head. The scariest thing about it though was that exaggerated upward curve. I've never seen anything that extreme. I was getting sick and tired of these maniacs humiliating me, and on a regular basis it seemed lately. I begged, "Please, I'm not one of those boys and I most definitely do not want you to fuck me. I'll scream for the police if you do and if they don't come now, the police station is the first place I'm going after you're done raping me. I'm dead serious about this." My heart was beating so hard I could hardly breathe and he hesitated for a few seconds before shaking his head and saying, "No, I don't believe you, but I'll let you go if you write down the website so I can deal with this through other channels." My head's reeling, I'm thinking... "how do I get involved in these fucked-up no-win situations". I don't know the website and if I write a phony one, and he actually already knows the real one... if this is a test, I'm fucked even worse.

I had no choice except to say, "I swear to God, I don't know anything about a website" he pushed me back over his knee and spanked my bare ass till I was screaming, "I'll get the condom, I'll get the condom". He stopped and with shaky hands I grabbed the first condom I touched and ripped it open with my teeth, then twisting around, I rolled it onto his erection. The erection had gotten bigger during my second spanking, but I didn't care by now. I was whimpering and looking at the ground trying hard not to do or say anything I'm not told to do or say. As he lowered his leg and allowed me to stand on my feet he said, "Bend over and grab that bench". When I did that he said, "Little gay boys, so cute and funny, and full of wiseass remarks, you boys need to learn a lesson. You all have that look in your eyes that real men like me, real men who happen to be homosexual... we recognize your look almost at once." I wasn't paying much attention because my ass cheeks were stinging so bad I was afraid I'd pee myself. It's impossible to ignore how much he reminded me of both Joel and the Marine. Not Jake, Jake is just a bully, closeted bi guy. Joel and the Marine though are cut from the same clothe as this madman. So that's it, I somehow attract these beasts by the look in my eyes? Is that it? I've got to change that "look", somehow, but right now the mohawk man was my concern. He was behind me with his hands on my ass. I felt his thumbs on either side of my hole, almost touching my hole. He began to stretch my buttocks away from my crack, killing my stinging ass cheeks in the process. His large hands and long fingers extended all the way around my hips so that his finger tips from both hands pressed into my ball sac on either side of it. The more he stretched my buttocks away from my hole the flatter my ass became. I swear I though the skin was going to split all down my crack and pull away at my asshole... that's how much he stretched it. I was back to whimpering again, but these perverts are physcos and they don't give a shit about whimpering, they have no mercy in their souls. One thing the pain from this stretching of my ass cheeks did for me was masked the pain of penetration. He pushed in past my sphincter muscle with one quick thrust and then, rather slowly, inserted his full seven inches. Here's where the big surprise part came for me... the curved cock filled my hole like no other cock I've experienced. It felt real good right from the start and I stopped whimpering to gasp out "Ahhh ahh". So this is the attraction for the wild gay teens in town.

Mohawk man, knew how to fuck. He pulled out as slowly as he went in and then pushed back in slow again. Almost from the start I'm going up on my toes pushing back. I no longer minded having my hole and buttocks stretched away from my crack like he was doing. It flattened my ass allowing mohawk man to get his curved cock in me an extra inch. He began a steady fuck after three slow penetrations and pull outs. Sweat broke out on my forehead and my entire body shuddered from the sensation that wildly curved boner gave my asshole. Right off the bat I'm going "Ah oh" with every hump he did up my hole. I wasn't resisting at all because it felt so good. Mohawk man grunted out, "Keep that pussy tight!" and I tried as hard as I could to tighten my ring. He goes, "Keep it that way or I'll spank your ass some more." Within a minute of his steady fucking, my cock was stretched almost as much as my buttocks. I was huffing and squirming and moaning. My boner was parallel to my belly and bounced up, with each penetration, to hit my belly button. The head of my boner left a wet spot each time it bounced off my belly. Holding on to the bench with my left hand I grabbed my boner with my right and stroked it until mohawk man snarled, "Don't touch yourself, fairy" and I immediately went back to holding on to the bench with both hands as he was slamming his crotch into my flattened buttocks making subtle smacking sounds, muffled by his thick bush.

Every so often I heard grunts of pleasure from Mohawk man, but mostly just loud breathing through his nose. I wasn't going to last long. This felt way too hot to be believed, and at one point, about two minutes into the fucking, he easily lifted my feet off the ground and rotated my entire crotch-hip area on his boner. He asked, "How's it feel boy?" I didn't hesitate, I'm not going to get this guy anymore pissed off then he already is. I said, "It feels good, really good" and with no comment to that he set my feet back on the ground and pounded his curved boner into my hole at a steady fast pace for another minute. My nuts tightened-up quickly to the size of little hard marbles pressed up against my groin and then my boner felt so wonderful as plops of cum splattered out with me making little, quiet squealy noises.. I didn't dare let loose with the squeals I felt like doing because he might not like that. My cum didn't shoot out in short strings like it usually does. It was too creamy I think, it plopped on the floor of the piercing shop, "plop, plop, plop, plop". Sensation-wise, it is the best orgasm I can remember having. He climaxed less than a minute later. I could tell because he speeded up his thrusts for ten seconds then held his hairy bush against my flat buttocks for a few seconds, pumped my hole twice more and held his crotch against me tightly again, once more picking my feet off the floor. He only grunted and breathed heavily during his climax. After thirty seconds he pulled out of me, grabbed a handful of tissues and pushed them against my ass saying, "wipe the lube off your pussy". I put my hand back there and did just that... I was still breathing hard from my climax. My asshole, cock, balls, down the inside of my thighs, up my belly... all over, was tingling. In the background the sting from the spanking could still be noticed too. As soon as some of the awesome feeling started dissipating his bad BO became very prevalent once again.

He pulled off the condom and wiped his cock, which was still very hard, with tissues to clean off his own cum. Throwing the condom into an empty wastebasket and hearing it "splat" in there with it's load of cum, I hear him lisp "You loved that, didn't you?" I was completely dominated by him now... there's that word again. I can't get away from it, and that's a big worry, a big problem. My answer was a low, "Yes, I did". He adds, "That's only half a fuck ya know?That's the fast, first half. If you were one of my boys I'd finish the fuck by getting you to cum a second time, harder than the first. You don't believe that maybe, but you'd see. Now, tell me... what's that website that mocks me?" I turned completely around to look him in the eyes and told him I didn't know. This time he seemed to believe me and he looked away. When he looked back to me he said, "See that sperm on the floor? That's your DNA, boy. You say you were raped, they're going to want to know how come you climaxed so much, ya know?" I told him I wasn't going to tell the police or anyone else, I just wanted him to know I'm not one of those guys he's after. He looked at me, then nodded to himself, bent my head over sideways till it was laying flat on the table and pulled down a clamping devise that held my head so I couldn't move... my pants were still around my knees. He opened a drawer, skimmed through a number of plastic bags, came out with the one he wanted and ripped it open. He put on the rubber gloves, opened the sterilized pack, rubbed my ear with alcohol wipes, took out the sterilized hollow needle, pushed it through my ear lobe and adroitly followed the back of the needle with a metal loop earring that looked cooler than Mike and Richie's. It hurt like hell, but he put some spray on my earlobe that made it feel a little better and released my head from the "vice". Putting some things in my pocket, the mohawk man lisped, "Here are alcohol wipes to use on the piercing twice a day until it heals. I gave you a titaniam hoop earring that we sell for eighty-five dollars, no cost to you because I believe you now, and that means I made a mistake... I'm not such an asshole that I won't admit when I think I'm wrong. No charge for the piercing, the earring or the fucking. I mumbled a low, "thank you" and he held me behind my head with one huge hand and wiped my face with a wet towel to clean up the mucus and tear tracks. Then he ran his hand over my forehead and then back through my hair on top of my head... air puffs of BO floated past my nose. I stayed very still, my ass still stinging, but not too bad now.

He seemed to think for a minute then said, "OK, you aren't one of those awful gay boys, but you are a gay boy. Here" and with that he lifted me up to sit me on the bench and he got a packet out that read "ice pack". He cracked something on it and then told me to sit on it. I hopped over and the cold was immediate. "It'll make sure your ass doesn't puff up from the spanking. You won't bruise either. You'll be fine." He picked up my now limp dick, which still had some cum drippings on it and said, "Do you mind" and he made to go down on me. In a trance, I nodded my head slightly indicating that I didn't mind and he sucked on my pecker like no one has ever sucked on a boy's pecker. It was excellent and very erotic. His mohawk hairdo pressed against my belly. I couldn't resist feeling it. The gelled part was very, very stiff, but the top few inches appeared to be very clean hair, dyed a number of shades of red. It felt silky. As he continued sucking my cock, my balls started churning a few drops of new sperm and at that moment mohawk man decided to pull off and, almost smiling, he said, "Wow, boy, that's a delicious dick you got there and I like that shaved look OK too. Like the pubic hairs better I think, but that look is OK too." After inquiring how my ass felt, it felt pretty good and my hole was still feeling better than that. He lifted me down and said, "I've got five "boys" who I take care of sexually. You can be one, if you'd like. Here's the ground rules, you come back for a fucking sometime between this Friday and next Monday... no earlier than that. I'll give you your mohawk haircut at that time and then give you the full two-part fuck that will have you scampering back for more." He felt through my hair again and said, "Beautiful hair. I'd probably only dye the tips red to show that you're one of my boys. Your hair is only about two inches long though, so it'll need to be a very narrow mohawk. A half inch wide strip from the front, middle, of your head all the way down the back. I do the clippers and head razor shaving of course, but I also rub in a hair defoliator to get under the scalp so you'll have the shiny bald head look, like mine, for up to two weeks between applications. No detectable hairline at all. As you walk up and down the boardwalk tonight look for my boys. They're happy boys who are tough enough to be individuals. They're brave enough to wear my mohawk haircut and they all get the full fuck twice a week if they choose to. I'm willing to include you because I did you wrong. OK?"

Mohawk man waited for me to say something, still holding the back of my neck. I had no fucking idea what to say and I stuttered, "I'm , that is, not from around here... I" He tells me, "Hell, kid, you don't got to do it, that's up to you, but if you do decide you want the entire two-part fucking, the only thing you need to do is get the mohawk haircut first". What I wanted was to get the hell out of here, alive... I couldn't think of a proper response. After a few seconds he lisped, "Or, we'll just part as friends. Let me officially say that I over reacted with you and I apologize. Last thing is this... I'm going to eat a quick lunch, let's see, It's one-thirty now. If you want the rest of that blowjob I just started a minute ago, come back in fifteen minutes and I'll finish sucking you off. That'll represent the rest of my apology." Without waiting for an answer he opened the back door which led to steps down to a parking lot, and said, "Down the steps and around the side and you can go back up the ramp to the boardwalk. You want that blowjob, just knock on this back door in fifteen to twenty minutes. See ya boy, and I hope you decide to be one of my mohawk boys for at least the rest of your vacation. Every boy needs at least one mohawk haircut in their childhood and I love to give them." The door closed and with a slightly stinging ass and earlobe, I stumbled down the steps to reenter the real world. Without thinking about anything, I bumbled around to the boardwalk ramp, went up it and down a block to turn around leaning against the railing, looking at the ocean. Way out there the ocean met the horizon. I stared at that and tried to figure out what the fuck happened to me during the last twenty minutes.

**DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 9b

Wildwood Vacation - Chapter Six

Well, actually, I know what happened... I got a spanking that wasn't as bad as the Marine's, and I got maybe the best fucking ever, and it was only the first, fast half of a fucking too. Imagine adding the second part to the first part. HA! My reaction to this was very under control, even somewhat mild. That's because I've had experience with this craziness... both with the Marine and that prick, Joel. They hardened me to this type of behavior, but that don't mean I like it or want any more of it. No way, but if I'm objective it was very, very hot sexually at various points during these encounters. Well, that holds true with the mohawk man and the Marine, but not with Joel... nothing sexy about Joel at all. Also, being objective about the mohawk man, I've got to say, once he saw the error of his ways, he was quite contrite. Free everything... piercing, earring and the fucking, and an apology too. And, a partial blow job with the offer of the finished blow job after he eats his lunch. Just at that moment I think... "Ah ha, there goes a cute teen with someone who may be his brother. Jesus, that kid was cute!" No matter what I'm contemplating a cute boy walking by supersedes my contemplating. Look at the ass on both of them. I backed off the railing and took a couple of steps over to a bench. Where was I? Oh yeah, mohawk man's offer to finish the blow job. No thank you very much to that offer, Mr BO Bonanza. That fuck he put on me though, that was something.. well, so was the blowjob, but the BO and the spanking, not too cool.

The clouds were lifting and I could see blue in the sky behind some of the puffy white clouds. I lit a cigarette and after a few deep drags I got the shivers. It was an "after sex" reaction and my hole felt so good, so satisfied. My ass cheeks, not so good. The power in that man's body! Stronger than the other two maniacs I've attracted the attention of, Joel and the Marine. Well, at least now I've got an idea what's going on. The look in my eyes, and the way I'm acting, is being noticed by crazy, dominant, gay, madmen. Surprising there are so many of them out there. Awww, man... the mohawk guy might not be as crazy as Joel, and the Marine isn't either. Mr Mohawk has been made fun of by the local gay boys because of his outrageous appearance and also, his reputation for fucking has obviously grown to legendary status and it's apparently a badge of honor to risk your gay teenager ass getting him to fuck you. Some kind of "on line" thing and now the mohawk man wanted to use me to advertise the ass whipping you're going to get if he detects that you're not really in his shop for the normal reason. Hmmmm. That's all well and good except I'm involved in all this nonsense again and this shit has got to stop.

Looking up the boardwalk, I don't see Chubby so I got up, went down the steps to the beach and wandered close to the ocean to enjoy the breeze. The rain had brought with it some cooler, dryer air. It was nice on the beach and the sun was now trying to peek through the clouds. I felt my ass cheeks, they were OK, the ice pack had helped. My asshole still buzzed a little from the fucking mohawk man and his super curved penis had laid on me. Damn! I'm starting to bone-up a little remembering the sensuous feel inside me, the filled-up way it felt in my hole. Very hot, I shivered at the thought of him going back up my hole and finishing the job. Jesus! I'm getting a boner here. I took off my sandals and waded out into the ocean some, up to my knees. Nice! He wasn't a bad guy... the mohawk man. Checking my watch, it was one-forty-five. I walked back toward the steps leading up to the boardwalk. Why not let him finish that blowjob? I don't get many chances at that, the hell with a little BO. I was across the boarwalk and going down the ramp toward Mohawk Piercing's back door when Chubby called, "Dylan, wait up!" and he jogged to me from a block away. I leaned on the parking lot side railing, waiting for him. I'm not sure if I felt saved or if I was disappointed that I wouldn't be getting the rest of that blow-job. Chubby says, "Hey, COOL! That earring rocks, dude! Did it hurt much?" I told him it was nothing, hardly felt it. Chubby really liked this plain round eighty-five dollar titanium earring of mine. Of course I can't tell him it's an eighty-five dollar earring, but I enjoy knowing that it is. Then Chubby tells me that Lynn's parents are heading back to their motel to change into swimsuits. He says, "It's looking good on the beach again. Wanta head back down there?" I go, "Yeah, sure. Hey, Chub, did ya ever think about getting a mohawk?" Chubby's like, "Yeah, their cool, but I think we're too old for them now. You know, unless you're radical, mohawks are more for fourteen and fifteen year olds, and younger". I argued that there were juniors and seniors in high school last year who had them all year. Chubby said, "Yeah, a few radical dudes, but just those few for the whole high school class. Why this interest in mohawks, anyway?" I mumbled that I was just asking... they didn't look too bad, kinda cool actually and I was half thinking about it. Then I thought... I'll ask what Willie thinks. He likes these weird flattops, maybe he'd like a mohawk . Of course, there's always Mom to deal with too. I need to think some more about this.

We changed back into swim gear, but didn't bring our beach chairs down to the beach with us this time. Swam and body surfed, then did our nice long walk way down the beach. Not too much talking, we both were thinking our private thoughts. I wondered what Chubby's private thoughts consisted of... wouldn't it be just the best thing ever to be able to read people's mind. Oh my God! If I could have just one super power, that'd be my choice... to hell with being able to fly or see through things, although, hmmmm? That seeing through things might be good too. Of course, then I'd have a boner in my pants one hundred percent of the time instead of the current situation of about fifty percent of the time. Boners are so cool. My private thoughts this afternoon were about my mohawk-dude experience. It started off wicked horrible, but ended up not so bad. I was definitely heading back for the rest of that blowjob when Chubby intercepted me. Mohawk man can really suck a cock. I've been told I do it pretty well myself... I think it's one of those deals were you're good at something you really like to do. I wonder how old mohawk man is? The girl out at the counter of Mohawk Piercings is probably his sister. I'd guess she was early twenties and him a year or two older with both being very good looking except for the piercing pieces. The piercings more or less ruin both their looks. For mohawk man, his looks are ruined by the piercings AND by that over-built-up body of his too. Ugh! Boy oh boy, did he give me a good fucking though and, thinking back, I had been wishing someone would give me one too. It had been on my mind. Could that have contributed to mohawk man recognizing that I was gay and horny? Jeez, there's so much I don't know. Then I felt my flattop, which I'd become attached to by now because I liked the way it looked... it was different, it was neat, it was preppy and easy to maintain, and most of all I liked it because it made me look taller. I'm five foot-ten-inches and my flattop is about two inches now so I look almost like a six foot guy.

Oh, the musings of a gay boy who's fixated on looks and all the superficial stuff. Guess I'm shallow alright, but maybe I'm too hard on myself, I'm only seventeen, for christ sake... and I just discovered my sexuality a few months ago. It's been mostly fun so far. I've absorbed a few spankings and comeuppances along the way, but I'm no baby. They hurt, sure, but I get over bad stuff quickly... very resilient. Both Chubby and me are. We've had to be. I felt my flattop again and thought about a mohawk. The mohawk man is in my head a little bit. It gives me a semi-boner to think about the fucking and the sucking he laid on my body. However, I do need to block out the spanking as well as mohawk man's BO or my dick goes back to soft, real fast. Should I or shouldn't I go back to my mohawk man and let him do a mohawk on my hair and then I'd get that double fuck afterward? It really is my choice, but first I want to see what Mom, Tris and Willie think about me getting a mohawk. Chubby already more or less told me it doesn't matter to him. Let's see, todays Wednesday so I've got Thursday and half of Friday before I'll see Willie. Now that thought right there, that Willie thought... it really does get my dick firming up. Do you suppose I'm really in love with him. I told myself to try thinking that I am and see how it feels. I'd like to be in love with Willie, but it doesn't feel like true love... I don't think it does. My feeling for Willie is pretty deep though. He builds up my self esteem by telling me how special I am and how cute I am and how delicious my mouth is and on and on. He buys me everything, I never pay for anything because Willie won't hear of it. He says he loves me and he lays the best, sweetest sex on me ever. I love all of that stuff, but I guess I'm not quite in love with Willie. Maybe it's that stupid "Larry" crap... the way Willie emulates his prep school roommate with the dominance thing. It doesn't really bother me all that much, but it just might be that it's the one little thing preventing me from falling in love with Willie. Chubby interrupts my musings and says, "Let's run back on the packed sand". I say, "OK" and off we went. I had to concentrate on that so I didn't run into an innocent bystander down near the water.

We showered together and jerked each other off real nice like. Chubby thought my climax wasn't up to par, and it wasn't. The mohawk man had fucked a lot of cum out of my nuts a few hours ago, but my nuts managed to shoot out some more with me leaning back against Chubby's body and him reaching around to jerk my boner real good. I did him slow and he had his arms back around my waist pulling himself back against me right up till his time to cum. Then he arched his back and humps his hips desperately, three times, working the cum up and out with a real cool straight string of cum about a foot long. Really hot! I hugged him around his neck after milking his balls and he turned around so we could hug face to face under the shower, We did our hugging/dance thingie for a few minutes and there isn't any question now... Chubby was kissing the side of my face. I've got to think what to do that won't scare him off, but will accelerate our march toward openly mutual gay sex. The thought of Chubby fucking me or of me sucking him off makes me shudder and shake and get very hard in my penis area. The thought of his tongue in my mouth maybe over-rides the other two thoughts. Willie is a fantastic make-out, I wonder how Chubby would be. Oh man! the taste of his mouth, the scent of his face, the feel of his caress... it's too much to fantasize about, it really is. He could be my dominant partner if he wanted to be... he could be anything he wanted to be and as long as it included me, it'd be OK with me. Even after saying that, and even after Chubby's and my much more intimate interaction of late, I can't think how it'll all work out. The awkwardness of it alone might be enough to prevent it ever happening. I'm of the opinion that it wouldn't work if I just throw myself at him feet proclaiming my deep love for him, and it wouldn't... but that's my best idea so far. The closeness of him on this vacation makes it harder and harder on me. I can't catch my breath some times because he smells so good. Of course I never had this problem before because I didn't realize I was gay before.

Our dinner was Kraft mac & cheese, a salad and the Italian bread left over from last night. We shared an Arnold Palmer and congratulated ourselves on saving money by eating our dinner "in" tonight. Didn't matter though because saving money with the dinner allowed us to be more frivolous on the boardwalk, buying junk food and blowing money in the arcades and such. They're so stupid, the arcades, but so much fun too... ya know? We ran into one guy I knew and one guy Chubby knew and were surprised to see both of them. Most guys from Framingham head for Cape Cod as their summer vacation spot. The trouble with that is... no boardwalk and so, nothing to do at night. Not good. I kept my eyes open all night looking for mohawk man's "boys" and I actually spotted two of them... I saw one early and one late. There wasn't an opportunity for me to talk to either one though because Chubby was with me, and the "boys" were with their friends. The two mohawk boys I spotted probably don't even know each other. The one I saw in the morning looked about my age, but that's all we had in common. He was shorter than Chubby, and he was a bit on the baby-fat side too. He had three ear piercing pieces in each ear, but that was it for those things. His mohawk was about five inches high... different shades of blue with dark red tips. Frankly, it looked stupid, so that doesn't help my case for getting one. The other "boy" I saw late at night and he was a macho man like mohawk man was. A body builder, about twenty I'd guess, and he didn't look like he'd be anybody's "boy", but he had the mohawk haircut and it was in different shades of red which is mohawk man's signature touch. Ya know what... I don't care what it looks like, I'm agreeing with mohawk man that a boy should have at least one mohawk haircut in his life. Hell, I'm surviving this fifties style flattop just fine, why not a mohawk... and guess what comes with the mohawk if mohawk man cuts it for me... oh gee, I'm getting another boner. Chubby and I closed down the amusement parks and headed home for our hugging good night of sleep.

We got all tangled up together with me just about hugging around his neck with both my arms. That fucking the mohawk man gave me earlier has made me more horny, not less horny. The side of Chubby's buzzed head was against my face and his smell was almost too good to take. I could be separated from Chubby for twenty years and one whiff of him would be all it'd take for me to remember that smell. Other boys I've been close to lately have nice personal odors too, but Chubby's is my favorite. I've been smelling Chubby's personal scent all my life... even when I was too young to know I was smelling it. The Dickers brothers smell nice too, but I can't tell them apart. Willie's is very hot and sexy to me and I especially like the way he smells, and I love the way his mouth taste. Of course, I don't know what Chubby's mouth taste like although I'd surely like to find out. Larry and Carl just don't have a unique personal odor that I can detect. They're not offensive, well Carl was occasionally a bit smelly in the early going, but he straightened himself out. The Marine is kind of a neutral smell, but Joel is foul smelling. Not BO like mohawk man, but rather a nasty personal odor and that's weird because he's not very old. Two years older than me, I think. I rubbed my nose in Chubby's velvet buzzed hair and marveled how similar the texture is to Dodger's buzzed hair. I miss cutting Chubby's hair, but as long as Rickie is calling the shots, I'm out of the picture on that score. Oh well, I got Dodger and Robbie to give haircuts to now. That's fun. Dodger is so unpredictable and ultra sexy and Robbie is so huggable and "new" looking with those rosy blotches in his cheeks... those rosy blotches really highlight his light complexion. Both Dickers brothers could be described as cute, beautiful, handsome... you pick a word depending on their "look" at any given moment. I'm so lucky to know them.

Next thing I knew my ear was killing me. I'd fallen asleep and rolled on it. Damn thing was still wicked sore from being stabbed with that needle. I've got to pee too so, quietly slipping out of bed, I go into the bathroom to pee, wash up, and brush my teeth. It's a little after seven in the morning... too early to get up, but I just remembered something that occurs on the boardwalk in early mornings that I want to witness as the gay boy that I now know I am. I'd seen this thing in past years, but it didn't make the same impression then that I think it's going to make this morning. Dressed quietly, and then out the door I go. The Moms got in late so they'll sleep late. For a couple of thirty-four year old ladies those two seem to do a hell of a lot of partying. Man, at that age I thought they'd be slowing down. Oh well, hope they're having fun. I am. Up on the boardwalk I bought a coffee and sat on a bench to drink it while I smoked a cigarette. What the hell, I crossed my legs like the French boy crossed his. Oooh, that nice squeezed balls feeling... hee hee. I feel gay crossing my legs like this, but it was fun so I bounced my top leg to get the foot swinging slightly, like the French boy did with his leg, and then... here comes the first runners. There are three distinct lanes going in both directions on the boardwalk, they're for "morning" use only. Each lane is marked... one for walkers, one for joggers, and one for bikes. A number of young teen boys have adopted a ritual for running on the boardwalk. At least four, but no more than six, jog together, side by side, in step. Their synchronized running encompasses all of their moving parts. Their arms rubbing against the boys arm next to them, they run step for step... their arms pumping in unison, their heads exactly in the same position, their asses bobbing together. It's quite a sight. There is an unofficial uniform apparently because almost every group of boys wears basically the same thing when running. Gym shorts, which are shorty-short, and running shoes with those invisible ankle socks. That's it. No shirt, no hat, no nothing else. "Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...", here they come down the boards perfectly in step, as if they were a ten or twelve legged animal. Some groups of boys will all have identical haircuts or identical sneakers or the same color gym short, or all will have an earring or something to show they're a unit. Some write big letters on their chest... one letter per chest, the combined letters spell out a word with meaning to them as they run side by side..

The boys are usually between thirteen and sixteen years old and the group is either from the same neighborhood or same high school. Maybe they're on the same sport's team. The short gym trunks and ankle socks exaggerate the length of their legs as they run past me. The air they are pushing in front of them and to either side of them smells like them... teen boys, sweaty, and healthy. A nice, sexy smell... not a BO smell at all, those boys are bathed and fine. There's the same percentage of cute boys among the runners as in the general population, which is to say... not very many, but as a unit they overcome that and make something special. They don't need to be cute, they're wicked sexy just like they are. Of course, they don't think of themselves as sexy, they think of themselves as being cool. They are cool, but to me and to the one out of ten runners in those groups who happen to be gay, they think of themselves as sexy... and maybe a little bit beautiful too. It's so right that they all have each other to run with... their buddies, straight or gay. I loved the runners now and stared at them openly as they ran by me. They never look anyplace but straight ahead so gawking at them is no problem... no chance of the infamous challenge, "what the fuck are you looking at?". Some of the boys are just beginning to get the downey leg hairs on their calves, some had none, and some had regular hairy calves, but they were all priceless in their youth of innocence and beauty... beauty as a unit of six boys doing something together. The stoic expression on their sweaty faces, the excellent almost-naked young male form on display... to me it was breathtaking. The gym shorts are made of lightweight fabric that showed off the boy's penises and, in some cases of the more endowed, their balls too. The kill-joy boys wore jockstraps, but most did not... they probably liked the way the tight shorts felt on their cocks. They are so cool... and then there are the truly cute boys in among the average or below average lookers. The cute ones can really take your breath away, especially when you can tell that they're unaware of their specialness. Oh my God! Watching these pods of boys running in unison was so much hotter than I thought it would be, and forget about how much hotter it was for me this year than any other year... off the fucking charts, dude... that how much hotter it was. I stared at every group, at every boy in every group, and I fell in love with them all. I wanted to run in the middle of the pod so a boy was rubbing arms with me on both sides and the boy-smell would circle my head and my feet would hardly touch the boardwalk. Awesome! All the pods of boys are usually done running for the day by nine o'clock because they have a whole day of teen boy's activities to realize today, and every day. I bought coffees to go, stuck the four cups in a slotted cardboard tray, and walked back to our rental place in a happy frame of mind. That was an excellent show and I'd be out to see it again real soon.

Both Moms were up and I heard Chubby talking on his cell phone, so everyone was about. My Mom was making scrambled eggs and Tris was making raisin-bread toast. They were in good moods too and delighted with the coffees. "Aren't you sweet, Dylan. You get up early so we could all have fresh coffee with our breakfast." I said, "Ah, shucks... it weren't nothing any perfect son wouldn't do." Then they spotted my earring and they exclaimed, "Oh damn... that's so neat. That is one nice ear ring, honey" and then "what's that chain around your neck? Something else new?" I told the Moms the same bullshit story I'd told Chubby. Tris is holding the cross part away from my chest and says, "Dylan, this is a David Yurman." I go, "Yeah, Willie told me. He's the designer or something. How'd you know?" My Mom came over now and said, "David Yurman? It's got to be a knock-off Tris." Tris goes, "It's no knock-off. Dylan that necklace cost at least eight or nine hundred dollars, maybe more. That's white gold all around the black onxy in the cross and same for the chain... and what a great chain that is too. Jesus, probably a thousand dollars." I was speechless. I figured it cost forty or fifty dollars and was damn proud to be wearing something that expensive. I told them that I'd question Willie about the value of the necklace tomorrow when I saw him, "He probably has no more idea how expensive it is than I had." The Moms insisted I leave it here and don't wear it till this is all straightened out. Well, I wasn't going to wear it the beach anyway, I never do... but I'm wearing it when I meet Willie. And, truthfully, I'll bet he knows exactly how much it cost because he bought it for me. I groped my groin as I headed for the bathroom to pee. Maybe I do love Willie after all.

After my pee, I cleaned up again because, even this early, it's hot outside already and the walk got me a little sweaty. When I went back in the kitchen Chubby came over to me, squeezed my hand, smiles, and says, "Dude!"... then grabs a coffee from the tray. Chubby says, "Rickie will pick me up at the Framingham train station tomorrow night. He's adament about that, so I got to leave tomorrow morning instead of tomorrow night and I've got to spend two nights with him... er, I mean, you know. With the Ortiz family." We all commiserated with Chubby and I offered to go with him again, but that wouldn't work as we already discussed. He knew I was hurting for him though. Tris changed the subject after a bit and we ended breakfast on an upbeat note somehow. We all went to the beach together and, for once, the North family beat us there. It was one large group of eight. Us four boys headed right for the ocean and we messed around in there goosing each other and ball crunching and fighting with different guys piggy backing with each other. It was fun wrestling with all of them. Great bodily contact and at one point, with Nathan piggy backing on me he leaned close to my ear and asked, "Ya think Chubby might be gay?" I told him I swear I didn't know and couldn't say for sure. I told him I keep changing my mind, but that I wouldn't advise Nathan to ask him. Nathan said, with his lips against my ear, "Shit! If he was, I'd like to fuck him... so would Noah." I just nodded my head thinking, "So would I" but then I thought... hey! what's wrong with you twins fucking me? Nathan didn't say anything about wanting to fuck me. It kind of hurt my feelings.

That's the only thing that went wrong this day though. The twins were generous with their admiration of my earring. I got my balls grabbed at least ten times and a minimum of twice it could only have been Chubby who grabbed them because the twins hands could be accounted for when my balls were being groped. I got such a boner and I'm sure I saw the hidden smirking giggle on Chubby's face even though he kept looking away from me. Even hotter than that was Noah wrestling with me and he gets his hand up the leg of my boardie swim suit. He got a good fist grip on my pecker and jerked me off with only the net sac between his hand and my penis. I got close to cuming but he was dunked under by his brother before I could shoot off... it was close though. Tons of fun in the ocean. The water was a perfect temperature and the waves were rougher than usual due to a strong storm out to sea last night. Great day on the beach starting with the excitment of Chubby smearing my body with sun block and me doing the same for him, then the water activities and Chubby and my walk on the beach after lunch. The Mom's left the beach during our walk and fixed dinner for us. After dinner the four of us stayed together and we scared the you-know-what out of the Moms taking them on rides, even a few thrill rides. It wasn't the greatest time ever, but the Moms seemed to be having a blast so we stayed with it till around eleven when both Moms had had enough and they went back to the house. Chubby was a little down in the dumps as the night was coming to a close because he'd be missing a few days on the beach and two nights on the boards. Walking home later we talked about getting our license and getting a car. I tried building up Chubby as my hero because he was getting like sixty-five percent of the money we needed. I walked with my arm around his neck like Mike walked with Richie. Chubby never complained, he seemed to like it... I know I did. We were quiet in bed, just hugging until we fell asleep.

Next morning after breakfast we walked on the beach for an hour and then Tris drove him to the bus station. He didn't want me to come with them, "Go meet your friend, Dylan. I'm fine... it's not fucking life or death you know, just a pain in the ass that's got to be done. When it's over, put it in the past and move the fuck onward." I hugged him and kissed his cheek. He said, "Oh shit, no tears, dear" but his voice sounded funny so I think he enjoyed it no matter what he said. Guess he didn't want a scene at the bus station and that's why he didn't want me along. As soon as they left I felt kind of empty and I moped out on the deck thinking and contemplating and arriving at no conclusions about anything. It had already been OK'd that I spend the next two nights with Willie in Sea Isle City. My Mom seemed real eager to agree to that and when Tris heard about it she raised her eyebrows at my Mom and they did a little girl-smirk. Either their boyfriends from Framingham would be down or their new boyfriends from Wildwood would be over ten minutes after I leave. It made me smile and then frown... best not to think about that too closely. I'll concentrate on enjoying myself and that didn't appear to be much of a challenge at all. Willie was coming and my ass was twitching. Wonder if he's bringing another present for me. I went in and looked at the necklace... a thousand dollars... WOW! I had a satchel packed for the weekend, my necklace was in the satchel. The Moms and I said our farewells, Mom said, "Have fun honey, call me on my cell if anything comes up that you need help with. OK?" She wasn't worried that I'd need to call her... I never got in trouble except for a few fights. No drugs or breaking the law or anything like that.

Willie didn't know his way around Wildwood so we made it simple... he'd be meeting me at one o'clock, on forty-second street, at the boardwalk. Can't very well miss the ocean, and the boardwalk is just before you drive into the ocean. Willie flew into Atlantic City this morning and rented a car to drive here, about a forty minute drive. His entire trip from Weston, Mass to Wildwood,N.J. took two and a half hours. Chubby would require twelve hours to accomplish basically that same trip by bus. As I carried my satchel to our meeting spot on the boardwalk, I have to admit, I was following Chubby's advise when he told me not to focus on the negative of him not being here... but rather, on the positive that Willie would be here. Oh hell, I was very excited about seeing Willie and about this entire weekend. He'd come all this way to spend a weekend with me. That impressed me a lot. I'm pretty sure I love him. Waiting on a bench on the boardwalk at forty-second street, I put my necklace on and started to light a cigarette, but remembered just in time that Willie didn't want me smoking before one of our dates... and what a date this is! All weekend... my ass twitched again and I groped myself until I noticed two middle aged ladies frowning at me. I looked away and my face got bright red. Fuck! I hate that. Why do they need to always be staring at me just when I adjust my package. Oh what the hell... I laughed because Chubby says I'm always playing with myself so I guess if you happen to glance at me there's a good chance you'll see me groping my pecker. There's Willie!

He walked right across the boardwalk to me with a really cute smile... oh my god, he looked so good. I'm so lucky. He came up to me and said, "Hi, sweetheart. You look fabulous with that tan" and he wrapped his arms around my waist and covered my mouth with his. For a second my eyes darted around and there were those two women again, their mouths hanging open. For a second I started to blush again, but the taste of Willie's mouth, and his tongue on my tongue, and my nose against his cheek with his odor in my head... all I could think about was Willie. I closed my eyes, hugged him around his neck with both my arms and kissed him back as my boner came to life and was as hard as the railing that Willie had me pushed up against. Oh my, it felt so wonderful being with him again. It was a quick kiss, by Willie standards... about thirty seconds, but my boner poked my flimsy basketball shorts straight out in front. Willie took my hand, picked-up my satchel and said, "I missed you so much, Dylan. Come on..." and he pulled me by my hand across the boardwalk, back the way he'd just come up on it. I was frantically trying to hide my boner with my free hand... with very little success. I should have worn heavier cargo shorts. Nothing could make me look around me now because I was afraid of the looks I might see on peoples faces. Fuck em... Willie pays them no mind, why should I. Then I immediately thought, "damn, I wish I could pull that off for real". Willie was chattering about his accommodations in Sea Isle City... right on the water I think he said. We headed directly for a two seater BMW convertible that I knew was just the kind of car Willie would rent. It was, but he didn't even think it was important enough to comment on. He let go of my hand to open the trunk, tossed my satchel in there and said, "I got you a surprise Dylan. It's in the glove compartment. I hope ya....." and then he stopped in mid-sentence to stare at me. I didn't like the look on his face and it was obvious he was looking at my earring. Oh no....

My hand went up to my ear and I said, "What's wrong Willie? Don't ya like my new earring? You don't like earrings? Or, what is it?" I was sincerely worried because he had a serious expression and he looked pissed-off. He closed his eyes for five seconds and when he opened them he appeared to have calmed himself down. "We need to straighten out a few things, Dylan... things in our relationship that are getting a little, let's say, a little too loosey-goosey. I'll put it that way for now. Hey, I'll take the blame for it. It's not all your fault, but you just need to understand some things. OK... no, I don't want to go into this stuff now, later for all that stuff. I don't want to put this damper on our reunion. It's my fault for spoiling you in the first place. We'll talk later. Get in the car." I stood there not really comprehending what he was talking about. I asked again, "This is about my earring, right? You don't like earrings or something." He came around the car now and hugged me, "I'm sorry I reacted that way, Dylan. I love you so much I... it's that sometimes I get disappointed that you... no, that I kind of let us down by not doing my responsibilities as the lead in our relationship. I'm lazy in certain area and Larry told me this would happen. I take full responsibility. Not your fault at all. Come on Dylan, sweetheart, please can we get in the car and head over to Sea Isle. I'm sorry about this, I really am. We're going to have so much fun! Come on, Dylan." He opened the car door and I got in thinking, "Sweetheart?" Willie went around and got in too. He started up, said, "Your seat belt?" and when it was fastened we pulled away in silence.

I'm slow I guess, but the things he said back there don't make any sense and he brought up the name "Larry" again. I said, "You mentioned Larry again. What do I need to do to get you to stop mentioning him to me?" I was a little pissed off myself. Now Willie was whining, "He's my fucking roommate for the last two years, we talk on our cells a lot. His name slips in every now and then. I'm fucking sorry, alright?" Now he was back to sounding a little pissed off too. This is some start to our weekend. We rode in silence some more. It was a hell of a nice car, beautiful car actually. I mumbled, "Nice wheels" and Willie said, "I said I was sorry, Dylan. Don't be mad at me, please. I hate when you're mad at me. I love you!" Damn, it's hard to stay pissed at someone who keeps saying that to me and you know, oh man... this is so lame, but I got a twitch in my dick each time he called me sweetheart. I know it's weird, but no sense in lying to myself. It's one of Willie's little eccentric quirks... saying things to me like a straight boy would say to his girlfriend. Jeez, more than just saying stuff, almost everything he says or does fits that description. Strangely it doesn't bother me. Maybe it doesn't bother me because he's so fucking sincere about it all... none of it's a joke or a frivolous thing. He's completely and seriously, sincere. It's sweet and when it's just between him and me I actually like it, but it would be a major problem if he treated me like this around guys I know. I'm not girly. Willie reached over and patted my thigh, "Please say you forgive me. I'm really sorry I made such a big deal out of the earring thing, we'll talk about everything later OK?" I said, "I'm sorry too, Willie. I'm so excited about seeing you, I missed you too." Now I got his cute dimples in a smile and that crinkled spot on his nose where the freckles made him look like he was ten years old. What an original, clean, clear face he has. I squeezed his hand like Chubby does to me. He said, "Open your present. it's in the glove compartment. Remember?"

Inside the glove compartment was a square box and inside the square box was a square wood box and inside that was the coolest watch I've ever seen. My eyes got big and I go, "Willie! It's so cool! Thank you so much!" and I unhooked my seat belt to lean over and kiss him near his mouth. He smiled and motioned for me to hook the seat belt again as we were flying down the Garden State Parkway at seventy-five miles an hour with the top down. I hooked up, took off my Timex and put my new watch on. It had a really cool dark brown leather band that smelled so nice. Willie yelled over the sound of the traffic, "It's just a sport watch. It's for the daytime, not special enough to wear at night to something important." then he held up his left arm and I saw the same exact watch on his wrist. He yelled, "I couldn't resist getting one for myself too. Wait till dad sees that charge card bill!" and he laughed a genuine laugh. He wasn't worried even a little bit. I couldn't stop staring at that watch. Willie's right, it wasn't a dress-up type watch, but I hate dress-up type watches. I like watches like this, big round face with lots of dials and way more information then I'd ever care to know about. It looks so cool though, and I could almost make out what time it was too. Off the Garden State Parkway we could talk in normal voices and I was rubbing the back of Willie's head telling him how much I love and appreciate the watch. He said, "Please, Dylan. It's nothing, really." I'd already seen a tiny tag on the bottom of the box that read, "$329.99" so it wasn't as much as the necklace but it wasn't "nothing" either. That reminded me about the necklace and I told him my Mom finally saw it and was shocked because she says it must have cost a thousand dollars. Willie said it was about seven-hundred dollars, but he had a confession to make. He re-gifted it to me. It was given to him by his grandparents as a present for graduating with honors way back in middle school. He never wore the necklace and he wanted to give me something special and thought of it. He laughed because I'd originally misunderstood about the David Yurman comment thinking it was second hand from someone named David Yurman, whoever the fuck he was. Willie says, "And all the time it actually was sort of second hand... from me to you, but it's like new. I never put it on. Not that I didn't like it, I just don't wear necklaces.

He insisted it was mine to do with whatever I wanted. I wanted to keep it and wear it because I really loved it. We pulled up to this new, two story motel and parked. "I stopped here to check-in on my way to pick you up, Dylan. We have a beautiful suite on the Ocean side. Spectacular view! Mr Warrensture did a great job getting me this for the weekend." We went up to the second floor with my satchel and my watch and Willie was sure right about the room. What a weekend we're going to have. Willie closed the blinds and grabbing hold of me he pulled both of us over onto the kingsize bed. We got our arms wrapped around each other and began one of our truly fantastic make outs. All dissension forgotten. Willie's saliva is so crisp and clean tasting... crystal clear. His tongue is the perfect size and texture for me, so rosy pink. His gums are lighter pink and his bright white teeth are shaped just right with an almost invisible sexy little space between the top ones. His lips are pouty and he uses all of his mouth to suck and lick and kiss my lips and tongue and neck and face... all the time hugging me in various ways and humping his groin into mine. Willie is slightly taller than me, but about the same slim bodies on both of us. His smell I've already talked about... it gets me hard. Everything about Willie's person turns me on. I love him, I think. After a ten minute make-out my nuts were sore and very hard, up tight against my shaved belly. We were still both fully clothed... well, we both had shorts sleeve shirts and cargo shorts on, but that's "fully clothed" for the shore in the summer. Our sandals had fallen off when we fell on the bed. It became apparent that Willie wanted to make me cum in my pants again. He gets a kick out of that, and frankly, so did I. I needed to let it come to me though and it did when Willie had my head pushed back against the pillow licking and sucking on my neck. All the earlier stimulation from our make-out and now he was marking me, in his mind, as his boyfriend with a high, shiny hickey at a prominent spot on my neck. This is where I liked him being the aggressor because in my mind it demonstrated how much I turned him on, how much he loved me too. It was a form of dominance, sure... but I didn't mind that form, it was the bossing around form of dominance that seemed stupid and not-real to me.

A hickey can take a while and I started squirming after about five minutes and when I felt my cock get wet I knew it was happening. I groaned at the feeling just before cuming. It's the best feeling, next to actually cuming, that there is. Willie felt my body tighen-up and he used just his tongue on my neck as I humped up off the bed, grunting and almost making crying sounds... I was in the throes of ecstasy and barely under control when I squealed, "Willie...ahhhh" and a hard stream of cum splattered into my jockey underwear followed by another, "Will.. ohhh!" and more cum and then another little shot, and then cum drools. My head was so hot and sweaty, my heart just thudded in my chest as I struggled to get enough oxygen to my lungs. It was a great spontaneous climax. Spontaneous, in that I hadn't stroked my cock. Willie stopped the hicky-building to hug and kiss me, then asking in that quiet voice he sometimes uses that hypnotizes me a little bit, "You Ok sweetheart? Did that feel good? I love you so much, Dylan, I want to give you so much pleasure" and he kissed my mouth with such passion I couldn't hug him tight enough. I swear I had to make a conscious effort not to thank him for making me feel so hot, so wanted, so loved. I didn't want to seem like a wimp, so I fought off the urge to say those things to him, but I was pretty sure now that I did love him. It's hard to be sure when it's your first time in love. Well, I've loved Chubby for some time now, but that's just an entirely different situations in so many ways it's not even comparable. Willie cuddled with me for a few minutes with his iron boner very evident throughout the cuddling. Then he went back to the hickey for another minute or two but I nagged him to stop because it was burning, "OK, Dylan. I'll finish it later. Do ya feel my boner?" I nodded and grinned a little. He asked, "Do you think you could rim me like last time. That was so hot. When I masturbate I think about you rimming me and 'kaboom'... out comes the cum. Please..." I go, "Sure Willie, I'll rim you. I like to give you pleasure too." He rubbed my head, mumbled, "Thanks" and then said, "Oh, this wooly hair. I went on line to find a barber for us and I got a good barbershop we can go to near the Fort Dix army base, or what's left of it. We'll go tomorrow and get an authentic flattop." Mumbling again, I asked, "Did ya ever think of a mohawk?" Willie said emphatically, "No!.. You're not getting a mohawk!" That remark kind of hung in the air, but we left it there as Willie pulled his pants down. My mind switched over to his ass. Great looking double bubble ass. Willie is long and lean, but his ass is full and plump... and very firm. Great ass.

We crawled off that big bed with Willie saying, "You get undressed too, Dylan" ... we both took off the few things we were wearing. I like the feel of being naked and I liked Willie's naked body too, so he got no argument from me about undressing. Willie said, "This time suck my cock a little bit first, then get me off with the rimming". I go, "OK, Willie" and I get on my knees and start by licking all around his pubes. They were scratchy after a week's growth. I asked, "ya want me to re-shave you first?" and he was all for that so we went in the bathroom and I wet his crotch down real well before lathering on the Motel's "complimentary" shaving cream and then I used the "complimentary" safety razor to carefully shave him clean. Willie has very little body hair other than his pubic hair and underarm hair... and there isn't much of that. You need to look closely to see fine hairs on his arms, so short they're almost not there. No hair on his torso or thighs and short soft, light hairs on his calves which I like to rub. I hope my calf hairs are like Willie's when Chubby and I stop shaving our legs. He looks really nice shaved and it goes with his overall boyish look. I was on my knees and when I looked up at his face and he was staring down at me with the nicest eyes... a look of affection. I dried his crotch area real well and then rubbed it a little extra to get his natural skin oils activated so I had a Willie smell down there and not a complimentary shaving cream smell. I kissed his belly just above his now semi-soft penis and he smelled just like he should... like himself, sooooooo sexy.

Willie, in a quiet voice says, "Thanks, Dylan. It feels so good when it's freshly shaved. Looks cool too, don't ya think?" I go, "You'd look cool under any circumstance, Willie, but yeah, I loved shaved pubes" and I kissed that spot again. Willie's penis got a little harder. "OK, baby... back in the bedroom." As soon as we were in there Willie leaned against the bed and I got on my knees again and began the same way as before... licking all around his cock and balls. Willie's cock was seven inches when soft and it hardly grew when it was hard, which is the way with some guys' dicks. From sucking him off a few times before I knew it got maybe a half inch longer and a little fatter, but not much. It's an excellent penis in my opinion, excellent. When I had his smooth crotch slippery with spit I began licking his balls and when I had his scrotum just as slippery as his crotch I used my fingers to get both his balls in my mouth and tongued and hummed until his boner was up and sticking away from his body. Willie made that sound he makes when he blows long exhales out between barely opened teeth... it sounds like steam escaping a valve. He had my head surrounded with his hands, squeezing the back of my neck and playing with my hair. I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw he had his eyes closed with a relaxed, pleasant expression on his face. I know he likes this and I love making him feel good. His nuts were getting harder so I pushed them out of my mouth with my tongue and began licking up all seven inches of his sweet penis. Willie's smell at his crotch was yummy and very noticeable, it got me hard. Then my favorite part, I sucked the head of his penis into my mouth and sucked and tongues it with pleasure. I guess I'm a for-real cock sucker because I love to suck cocks of boys I like. I do not want to suck the cock of anyone I don't like. Now I'd never willingly suck the Marine... not after discovering how wonderful sex can be with someone you really like, my boyfriend Willie, for example. Or, god forbid, maybe some day Robbie or Dodger. I can't even fantasize yet about sucking Chubby's little cock, but that's my first choice.

After sucking the head for an entire minute I took it down my throat and Willie goes, "Ahhh... please, Dylan, I don't want to cum yet" so I pulled his cock out and, trying to catch his breath, he says, "Hold up a second." I sit back on my ankles and look up to Willie who has his eyes open now taking puffs of breath with a slight grin on his face. He says, "My boyfriend knows how to suck cock alright. WOW! That was almost too hot." He turned around to lean over on the bed and said, "Really try to get your tongue in my hole, babe. OK?" I said "Don't call me, Babe. OK?" but I wasn't nasty about it, more friendly than anything. Willie says, "Sure thing, babe" but he wasn't being nasty about it either. Staying on my knees was the best position for rimming Willie as he leaned over on the bed resting his forehead on his forearms. Using the method the mohawk man had used to stretch apart my buttocks cheeks, I spread Willie's. My fingers didn't reach all the way around to his nuts like mohawk man's fingers had with me, but Willie's cheeks were spread way open. I could see the skin stretched tight and the sides of his hole were real tight too. It's hard for me to believe I like to do this because when the Marine did it to me, I'm like "yuck". I mean it felt awesome, but me doing it to somebody didn't seem likely. Now I like to do it for Willie. His little, puckered hole was very clean looking and there wasn't a single hair in sight. I went right for his asshole and licked across it for maybe a minute or so. Willie was squirmy, wiggling his ass a little and blowing that air between his teeth again. Straining my neck I started at the back of his nuts and did firm full tongue laps all along his crack, right up till I'd end up at the top, near his waist at his back. I did it maybe ten times. When I heard Willie moaning I concentrated just on his hole and licked right on the opening until it was loose enough to get my tongue inside and did I ever concentrate on getting my tongue up there further and further because Willie had asked for that. I was fucking his hole with about an inch of my tongue when I felt Willie start to masturbate at a high rate of speed. He climaxed and actually tightened his ring on my fucking tongue. He was moving around some then too and with my tongue clamped in his asshole he drug me six inches across the bedspread at the edge of the bed. He was aroused big time and actually did one of my squeals when he shot off all over the bedspread. Hot, hot, hot. As soon as he relaxed his hold on my tongue I sat back on my ankles... my job was done. Willie was still pulling on his pub going, "Ahh fuck! Oh boy! Ahh ahh yeah!" I felt pretty good myself and I stroked by boner for pleasure, not to get off. Willie had gotten me off plenty a little while ago... I just like to play with my dick, that's all.

After a couple of minutes, Willie quietly says, "Awesome, babe! Come on, let get in bed and squeeze together some." He rustled under the covers and then I crawled in next to him and he wrapped me in his arm against him, chest to chest, with my arms trapped between us. He got his legs around mine and did that thing Willie always has done with me, see if the two of us can become one. By the time he was done squirming around, I felt I was captured by him and I had a little bit of claustrophobia inside his tight grasp... I couldn't move. Willie's much stronger than he looks. I said, "You've got me too tight, Willie. I need to be able to move." Willie goes, "Shhhh, Dylan. Relax in my arms. You're tense, relax." I concentrated on not panicking and shortly I could feel my body getting looser and then even more so. I was breathing regularly now and I was very docile in Willie's arm. I felt good like that and Willie sensing my relaxed state actually tightened up his hold on me some more. Briefly claustrophobic again, but not for long. It was fine and I actually felt giddy, I felt so secure and comfortable. The next thing I knew it was getting dark outside, we'd fallen asleep. Teenagers can fall asleep anytime of the day or night. I tried to move but Willie still had me tied up in his arms and legs pretty good. He felt me attempt to move and murmured, "Oh shit, what time is it?" My face was next to his and we were totally sweaty between our bodies. I mumbled back, "I don't know, but it's getting dark." Then I saw his watch on his wrist and said, "Oh, it's almost eight o'clock". Willie moved his head a little till our lips were together and said into my mouth, "Waking up with you in my arms is all I ever ask from life, Dylan. Just you." and he put his tongue in my mouth. In two minutes I could feel both our boners squeezed against one another, in between our tightly fitted bodies.

Willie says, "Turn over Dylan and scrunch up. I love our wicked tight body positions." I turned over and Willie directed me to pull my knees up under my chest and wrap my arms around the tops of them. "Get in as tight a ball as you can Dylan. Keep your ass up though." When I was wrapped up in as tight a ball as possible, Willie got his finger wet with spit and slowly pushed it up my ass. He quietly said, in his hypnotic voice, "Get tighter" and I did my best. I was very excited that Willie was finally going to fuck me. My cock was already hard from his kisses and now it got harder with anticipation. "Tighter, Dylan" but I couldn't get tighter. Willie was on his knees behind me fingering my hole. I could hear his raspy breathing. Then I felt the head of his hard, hard cock at the entrance to my asshole. He lay his flat belly on my back, wrapping his arms around my arms that were wrapped around my knees and he squeezed us together even more as his cock went in past my sphincter muscle and slid steadily up inside me. Willie has the perfect cock for my hole. That's what I think when he's fucking me, but then I had to think of the severely curved cock on mohawk man and how that one was suppose to be the best ever. Maybe the best ever is whoever is up me at that particular time...

My eyes watered because it felt so good and it hurt so good too. I gasp out his name and Willie goes, "Shhhhh" and with a final hump he was flat against my buttocks with his freshly shaven crotch feeling nice on my ass. He let go of my arms, reached back to spread my ass cheeks to flatten them and then he pushed in another inch of cock. I went "Ohhh Willie... fuck me hard, Willie"... he wasn't ready quite yet. He left his seven and a half inches up inside me and went back to hugging my arms against myself. My boner drooled precum and I moaned in pleasure. Willie had gotten me use to being in a tight ball and it intensified all the sensations. I breathed through my mouth and moaned again. Willie's hot breath was on the back of my neck. He let go of my arms again to grab a shoulder in each hand and pumped my ass a half dozen times with almost all of his seven and a half inches of boner. It was so great, that feeling up my ass was so good, so right. Willie straightened up on his knees, put a open hand on the top of both my buttocks to push down compressing my hole even more, and fucked me in a rapid rabbit fuck until I squealed out with my cum squeezing out onto my stomach... my boner was squashed in between my thigh and belly. More humps and more cum squeezed out onto my stomach and then the inside of my ass fills up with Willie's load of sperm. His seventeen year old body has had almost three hours from his last climax to produce new sperm and it did one hell of a good job. Cum drooled out of my hole around his boner with each frantic hump into me that Willie made. Sounds of steam coming out of a valve and sprays of spit from his mouth to my back. We had ourselves a nice little climax, almost at the same time too. I was so sweaty and hot and turned on. Willie left his dick in me and lay on my back, he was just as sweaty as me. He said, "Well, that was nice. I love your ass, Dylan. I love your ass."

We lay there like that for a minute more, but it wasn't real comfortable and Willie said his dick was super sensitive at the moment so he pulled out and the air-conditioned air zoomed up my empty hole and felt terrible. I wanted Willie back up there, but he was giggling saying that his dick had never been so sensitive. It was soon feeling fine though and we lay next to each other stretched out on the bed now. My ass was wet with Willie's cum as it continued to drool out of me. Willie said, "God damn, Dylan. This is going to be the best weekend of our lives." We were looking into each other's face and I smiled in agreement. He smells so good... did I mention that. And, so cute! Willie eventually said, "Let's get a shower and some dinner. There's some things you and I need to get on the same page about, sweetheart, and you're probably going to get a little bent out of shape, but we'll work through it. I'm confident of that." I looked a little puzzled and a little pissed that he had to bring up some of that crap again so soon after such a great sexual experience. Willie saw the look on my face and as he hopped off the bed, his seven inch cock bouncing off his thigh, he goes, "Hey, I wish we could just have fun and games too, Dylan. But it's my responsibility to look out for us long term. I'm not in this for the short term, I think we got something special going. Larr... that is, someone told me I'm spoiling you and thats the number one thing that could break us up. We'll discuss it at dinner. We need the shower now."

I headed for the shower without arguing because I wasn't at all sure exactly what he was referring to. My earring? I mean, I know it has something to do with that ridiculous dominance thing the Larry and Carl have drilled into Willie's head, but I'd just as soon enjoy the shower and deal with that other crap later. That's me... put it off if I can." As we stepped into this great marbled shower with three shower heads, Willie says, "If we were in Maine, you'd really have gotten it. You wouldn't be able to sit down for a few days. But, we're not in Maine and I want to go as easy on you as I can and still get us on the right track at the same time. I'm going to TRY to go as easy on you as I can, Dylan. If you'll trust me enough to do what I say." I thought... oh fuck! OK, so maybe this isn't going to be the best weekend of my life. Maybe I do need to think more "mohawk" and less "authentic flattop" too.........

to be continued...... "Wildwood vacation" ends.. Chapter 9c coming soon.

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