DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 23
by Donny Mumford
After Willie's and my extraordinarily-excellent sex together, the first sex 'together' of any kind in three days, Willie and I snuggle in bed, fuck buddies extraordinaire. My last thought before dozing off is, "What a relief to be back to a somewhat familiar territory! Beginning last Thursday, right up to a couple of hours ago, it's been bizzaro-land right from the time Willie picked me up at my condo, in the housekeeper's car no less. What a dizzying ride it's been though! Whoa..." and then I experience a wonderful night of peaceful, contended sleep. In the morning, laying in bed next to sleeping Willie, I admire the ocean view again, still feeling great after last nights sex. Thinking back on it has me fondling the semi-boner I woke-up with and wondering: if I were straight, would I enjoy sex as much as I enjoy gay sex? No way to know that of course, but I have a strong sense that straight sex couldn't be any better than this, and the chance of it even being as good, is doubtful. Guess that's not fair since I'm slightly prejudice in that regard. All I know for sure is that I'm contented, sex-wise, and overall too. If I had my druthers, it would be Robby laying next to me, of course, but few things are perfect.
Feeling fingers playing with the hairs at the back of my head tells me Willie's awake. We've switched places in bed so that now I'm on the side closest to the balcony with my back to Willie. He's running the palm of his hand over the hairs, such as they are, on top of my fucked-up flattop. He says, "You have the most beautiful hair, Dylan, especially when the sun's shining on it." I murmur, "Thanks," and he adds, "Yeah, I was thinking that very thing yesterday on the beach, oooh, your hair's so soft, and full too. You're lucky." Rustling around in bed to face Willie, I rub his hair, saying, "You too, dude... we're both lucky. Now, if I could just find the right hair stylist, I'd be be golden." He looks hurt, "That wasn't all my fault! How'd I know that old bat couldn't cut a flattop?" Smiling, I say, "Yo, I'm kidding. And I don't really care that girls that have mocked my haircut behind my back." He knows I'm just screwing around, so he pretends to be serious when he says, "Yeah, but how 'bout the boys mocking that funny haircut behind your back, do ya care about them?" For a second I'm taken in, and ask, "What boys? When did you see...?" then realize he's just breaking my balls, so stop, and say, "Fuck 'em!" Willie gets his arm around my neck and pulls my head to his, kissing my forehead; then he mutters in my ear, "Didn't you mention something last night about you fulfilling your 'topping' responsibilities this morning?" Jesus, he smells good! Not his morning breath, I can't smell that yet... it's his personal scent that's wafting up from under the covers from when he wrestled my head over to his, that's what got my attention. Sexy! I move my lower body over so my dick is pressed against his, and say, "Oh, yeah... I do remember something like that now that ya mention it." He goes, "So... what ya gonna do about it?" I say, "Hmmm, should we maybe use the bathroom first, and then see what pops-up?"
He's hugging me against his body going, "Mmmmm! I love how you feel, your body is so, um... perfect and sexy!" Faking sincerity, I ask, "Could you be a little more articulate about how perfect I am?" He kisses me a long wet kiss on my cheek, then says, "Yes I could, but you'd get embarrassed, and I'd probably embarrass myself too, so I won't."
Ya know, it feels really good to be adored by someone... good for one's self confidence at the very least. And that's true even when you can't return the sentiment and be wholly honest about it. But still, I say in the most sincere way possible, "You're pretty awesome yourself, Willie." Then, in a matter-of-fact manner, I add, "Let's use the bathroom first; brush our teeth and pee, and all that... and then, um, jump back in bed for some early morning buddy sex to get the day off on the right foot." He goes, "What'll we do after that?" I go, "Well, how 'bout we take a shower, then breakfast, then down to the beach." Willie's like, "How about we do the bus tour thing before the beach?" Willie mentioning a bus tour brings to mind Robby again because of all the tours he's been on during his Grand Canyon vacation. Robby wants me to love him and him only, and I do, but can't I mess around a little without getting a touch of guilt? Damn, wish I didn't have such an active conscience! Trying to stay focused on the moment, I say, "Oh, okay, the Key West bus tour, good idea. So, first we'll use the bathroom, then we'll hop back in bed to do some nasty sex, then we'll do the other stuff. After that it's your turn to fulfill your responsibilities, then another shower and then Duval street." With a big smile on his face, Willie goes, "And then it's your turn again, right?" Ha ha... well, we did go three long days without sex; we're just trying to catch-up. Jeez, in his unique way he's very attractive, I gotta admit that, but why should that surprise me? I mean, we were boyfriends in puppy love for almost two years. To Willie's playful suggestion that we have sex morning, noon, and night, I say, "Exactly!" and like little kids we jump out of bed, both of us still wearing the girl's panties Willie held up last night, and run into the bathroom to pee together in the toilet, my dick looking like a little boy's dick next to Willies... then we wash our face and hands stupidly fast, giggling, doing a little grab ass... then turn on our toothbrushes and splattering toothpaste all over the place while brushing our teeth, then rinse out and sprint back to the bedroom and dive into bed to quickly get under the covers, face to face, with big goofy smiles on our faces... who says we're immature?!
After a second of staring at each other, I ask, "How the fuck old are we anyway?" and Willie says, "Old enough," then he asks, "Are we ready yet?" I go, "Hey! Wait just a damn minute, aren't you suppose to be in charge of this show? You know, like you were on all our other dates?" I was kidding around, but Willie gives a serious answer, "Yeah, but I fucked that up and lost you in the process, so how 'bout we see how this works out." Uh oh, too serious; so, to get nutty, I talk in a little kid's voice, shouting, "NO! You be in charge of the show!" and Willie picks-up on it, and shouts back in my face, "NO! You!" and I start to yell back, "NO! Yo.." but we start wrestling in bed before I can finish that, our nearly naked bodies rubbing together, the silk girlie panties helping of dicks get hard. Willie's stronger than me, but he holds back to keep it even until out mouths are together, then his tongue's in my mouth and all wrestling activities comes to an abrupt end. I don't know how far away Willie's attempted suicide is in his mind, but for me it's faded a lot, and I know it probably shouldn't be that way because of the magnitude of it, but it's fading away for me. That's one of the advantages of being a teenager, you can let stuff go and move on 'cause there's a lot of life left to live; at least I'm able to do that. On the other hand, there's a lot of things that aren't an advantage about being a teenager, but I'm training myself to concentrate more on the positives then the negatives. Making-out with boys is one of the real treats of my life, for one. While making-out I can forget about current problems or difficult situations I've been through and enjoy the taste and feel and smell of another boy. That's what I'm doing now, and it occurs to me that while there are a few boys I'd rather be doing this with, there aren't many. I can't somehow discard the good times Willie and I have had together... stuff like that is meaningful to me, and Willie's basically a good person. He's had to overcome a very different set of handicaps than, say Connor has, but in Willie's life his troubles are as major to him as the ones in Connor's life are to Connor. It's hard to feel sympathy for someone with money, of course; but money can't buy happiness and that's not just some bullshit figure of speech... I'm of the opinion it's a fact of life.
But right now Willie's sucking on my tongue and he has his hand inside my panties playing with my hardening dick, so any philosophical musings are pushed from my mind in favor of concentrating on Willie and me. My hands are all over his head, my fingers running through his hair, gentle applying downward pressure on his head at the same time. Being a clever boy, Willie gets the message and, with one last suck on my upper lip, his head then slips under the covers. The hand in my panties pulls the silky thing down under my nuts, and his lips are quickly on the head of my cock. Willie sucks cock like he's sucking a hard candy lollypop; there's lots of warm, juicy saliva involved as he puts in motion his lips, tongue, and cheeks... his whole mouth gets moves, and my hand goes to the back of his head to hold it steady as my hips start gently bucking... my cock getting harder and harder and harder. The third hip thrust pushes my cock past his gag reflex area and I press my crotch against his face sliding my cock into his throat. I'm holding his face against my crotch with both hands now, moving my hips and making "Mmmm, mmm, mmm...." sounds, biting my bottom lip. When he struggles a little, I pull back and it feels just as good sliding my cock back out of his throat as it did sliding it in. I'm taking deep breaths, my shoulders shuddering; Willie's breathing loudly through his nose, back to sucking my lollypop cock. Oh man!
There's got to be precum by now, which is probably what the slurping sounds from Willie is all about. My sloppy boner is pushed out of his mouth by his tongue and he goes at my balls, licking and sucking, and when he gets both balls in his mouth I'm getting close to blowing my morning load, but Willie spits my balls out before that happens and comes up for air. His head pops out of the covers, a grin on his face, precum around the edges of his lips. My head drops down so our lips can meet and we do a long wet kiss, after which I lick his lips free of precum and then lick all over his face; his eyes close and he holds his head in position as I lap at it like a dog licks it's owner's face. The sides of our faces come together, we hug tightly as I lick his ear and suck his earlobe. Our bodies are constantly in motion pushing against one another and I feel the wet head of his long boner rubbing across my belly button. "Suck my cock, Dylan," he says with a gasp, and it's my turn to go under the covers to take his cock in my mouth. Willie does the same thing I did, cupping the back of my head and pushing his cock down my throat. He fucks my throat, a little roughly and out of control, making desperate, "Un, un, un," sounds with each thrust and I feel his cock head expand just before the gush of cum floods my throat. Pulling back so the next shot of spunk hits inside my mouth, but his cock comes all the way out and I take the stream of cum off my left cheek. I fumble it back in my mouth just in time for a nice spurt of cum which I swish around in my mouth, then my tongue laps at the pee slit of his cock. More cum drools out and now I get my lips around the head and suck cum from his balls causing Willie to thrash around on the bed holding my head with both hands. When his balls are dry he lays back and lets me lick his cock and balls as he takes deep breaths and rubs my shoulders.
My cock is leaking because sucking cock gets me almost as hot as having my own cock sucked. I truly believe I could bring a spontaneous orgasm on myself by continuing to suck his cock, but I want to save my load for his ass. Willie gets a hand under my chin and one at the back of my head pulling up gently so I come out from under the covers and he licks all around my mouth, cleaning his spunk from my face. Then we're hugging again, laying back on the bed with me on top of Willie. He's got a nice body to lay on; it's a slightly taller, stronger body than mine, but our parts fit together great. His chest is still heaving and his heart's pounding quickly... mine too. My hard boner points up between us, feeling snug and comfortable and happy for now. It'd probably be a little frustrating to be this close to orgasm and not quite getting over the top, except I know I'll be fucking Willie soon enough and so I'm good with the blue balls for now; anticipation's a very sexy thing, actually. Willie's slowing running the palms of his hands over my back, and then down to squeeze my ass cheeks, and then up my sides. He's got his breath back now, "That was sweet, baby... an uber sweet climax in your mouth. Thank you for that." The sides of our faces are together again, so I quietly say in his ear, "Your cock is very tasty, so I need to say thank you too," and lift my head to kiss his lips... very nice lips to kiss. As a matter of fact, he's a very sexy gay boy... very! We lay together like that until it it becomes too sticky with perspiration between our bodies, and of course the little cum droolings from Willie's pecker. and a few precum drippings from mine too. Willie and I, Robby and me too, have been known to get a tad raunchy once in awhile... that's cool occasionally. This morning though, I roll off of him and stroke my softening cock a few times 'cause that always feels good. It makes me wonder once more: was I really born with a slightly higher sex-drive then most. Of course, if that's so, it begs the question: how'd I last seventeen years without any sex? Well, there was that mysterious erotic dream I had for a number of years until I finally ran into fat Carl and then, once he fucked me, the dream stopped. Coincidence? No way!
Laying side by side, Willie says quietly, "This is how I visualized our trip Dylan, but all that terrible stuff kept happening to us; it's like I'm jinxed... that's what it seemed liked, anyway. But now, even after my stupid, you know... um, balcony thing, we're fulfilling some of my dreams." I go, "Yeah, but this is just some friendly buddy-sex between you a me, you know that, right?" He turns his head to look at me, and says, "Yes, I know! You tell me that enough times, how could I not know?" Then, when I look at him questioningly, he goes, "I'm sorry if that sounded like whining, or too snippy. I didn't mean to whine. Is it okay with you if I at least pretend it's more than just friendly buddy-sex?" I say, "Don't act pitiful, Willie... you are not pitiful! You'll have boyfriends crawling all over you in you're first week at Cornell." He rolls his eyes, mumbling, "Hope so..." and then he chuckles, and adds, "Have you ever thought of transferring to Cornell?" But he asks that in an amusing manner, already knowing my answer. But I go, "NO!" anyway, and to soften my response follow that up by pinching his cheeks together with my thumb and forefinger, adding, "You'd be too hard to resist. If I were around you all the time I might not be able to." I'm lying about that, but Willie can use some help with his self-image, and what's the harm. He smiles, saying, "I don't believe you, but I'm going to tell myself you mean it anyway," and he pinches my cheeks like I did to him, saying, "You're so fuckin' cute it should be against the law!"
That leads to more verbal nonsense with me saying, "If you think I'm cute now, you should see me with a good haircut," and instead of being offended, Willie kids me by saying, "I don't believe I've ever seen you with a good haircut," and I think of Robby cutting my hair, and laugh at that, letting Willie think I'm laughing at what he said. My response is, "That's because my ex-boyfriend used to be in charge of selecting barbershops for me," and then we leave the haircut topic to reminisce about some of our adventures together, laughing about the time we both ended up naked in hammocks for some macho gay club. "Which I got us out of," Willie reminds me. He doesn't bring up the block parties we used to go to in Cambridge because they've dumped him in connection with the prep school fiasco, but most of our other 'dates' get mentioned, and there are many although only the good parts are highlighted. Truth is we used to have strong disagreements about aspects of certain dates that seem silly to me now, two years later, but why rehash those things? Keep it positive! I can see Willie loosening up more, sheding his troubles, and I'm encouraged by this. Also, I need to give him credit for being resilient. Between the prep school meltdown, all the problems we had during the first two days of this trip, his father's delightful first FedEx message, and his aborted dive into oblivion over the balcony, it's been a long, drawn-out struggle for him, and during the past few months as well. Looking closely at his excited, boyish face as he recounts good things from our past together, I feel compassion for him, and a love too... a friendship love, and it makes me think of Jersey boy's unrequited love for Sandy, and the way Sandy felt about Jersey boy too... and so, metaphorically speaking, I'm going to stay-up with him all night, 'cause I know how to save a life. Corny maybe, but there you have it. I intend for Willie and me to be lifelong friends, with the important word in that statement being, "friends".
Finally finished our trip down memory lane, we're both in a nice mood grinning and feeling good about ourselves. Let's face it, lack of money prevents most nineteen year old boys the opportunity to experience some of the things Willie and I did together, and most nineteen year old boys aren't as sexually active as we are so they wouldn't engage in the wild sex Willie and I have worked our way through over the years even if they did have money. I'm not bragging about it because I had very little to do with it except go along for the ride. Willie had the money, and I was born a sexual creature, as I may have mentioned a thousand times or so. It's just the way it is; and so we're feeling good laying in this oversized bed together in this luxury suite with the ocean pounding the beach a hundred yards away. We're kind of looking at each other with shiny eyes indicating we're ready for a little more adventure Willie leans in, and with our noses rubbing and his lips brushing mine, he says, "Would you give me a hickey, Dylan? I've never had one." I murmur, "What a coincidence, you've never had a hickey and I've never given anyone a hickey... let's try it," but we kiss instead, which leads to a major make-out session that has us wrestling around in bed like two sex-starved boys. It's a rough make-out with lots of bodily contact creating hard boners; two of them. I manage eventually, with the help of Willie, to get him in a semi-immobile situation within my arms and legs; and imitate him, saying, "Get your head over to the side," as I tighten my arm around his neck. He struggles a little, but then does as I say and I lick his neck near his shoulder and proceed to suck, lick, and kiss a hickey there. Willie smells and taste good, and I like that he's being docile for me, so it's a very hot time. It's kind of a rush actually, a very different feeling from getting a hickey, although it's not as sexually exciting as when I'm being the docile one. Still, it's not bad at all and I can appreciate the attraction of being dominant to my sex partner... it's hot and fun and, like I said, it's giving me a rush and my cock's nice and hard against the silk panties of his left buttocks. We're both sweating from the rough wrestling and it's altogether a very sexy situation for me.
Sliding my hand down his stomach a little, bumping into his the wet head of his boner that's sticking up past the waistband of his pair of girlie panties, gets me even hotter and more excited. My fist goes around his cock stroking it as Willie moans, "Ooh, please don't, Dylan or I'll cum too soon again..." More of a whiny moan than anything else, and it intensifies my feeling of being dominant over him... precum from my cock wets his panties as his precum drools over my fist. Taking my lips from his hickey, I say, "Shut up, and pull your panties down," and it makes me grin just saying that. This is fun! As he's squirming to get a hand around to his backside, he says, "My hickey hurts, are you almost done with it?" I suck on it hard, trying not to giggle, then let-up, muttering, "No, halfway there," and then chuckle. Willie laughs too, and says, "Getting even, huh?" I go, "Uh huh," and suck some more until he's really squirming in my tight arm hold. God, the aroma off his body has got me so fuckin' hot I can't wait any longer, gotta get my cock up his ass. "Fuck me..." he grunts while trying to get his hand back around after pulling his panties down. He wants to stroke himself. I let go of his throat to grab his wrist, muttering, "Oh, no ya don't."
Willie's moving his head around and the soft hairs at the back of his head feel so nice on my face as I'm reaching between us, positioning my cock at his asshole. Willie feels that and humps backwards with his hips impaling himself on my cock. It's three inches up his ass just like that, and at the same time we both go, "Ahhhh... oooh!" Willie could break out of my grasp anytime he wants to, but he apparently doesn't want to. Our sweaty body and limbs are plastered together as I grit my teeth and push my cock up his tight hole, and it is really tight too. He's been fucked many times in the distant past by Larry and, to a lesser degree, Carl. But, since then, except for me fucking him a few days ago, I'm betting no one else has done him. His hole loosens up by the time I've got my boner totally inside him, as asses will do. I pull out almost all the way before sliding back up his ass slowly with Willie quietly moaning, "Oooh, yes, oooh ah ah". Then I do quick short rabbit humps. Man, this feels sooo good. Pulling all the way out, I take a page from Willie's sex manual, saying, "Get around here and suck my cock," which he does amazingly quickly. Jeez, his lips are on my cock and he hungrily sucks on it, taking it further and further into his mouth until it's in his throat and he does swallowing action with his throat muscles as my balls push up toward the top of my scrotum with me gulping and gasping, blinking my eyes as I push his head away, muttering, "I wanna cum up his ass". Willie's face is flush, precum on his lips, as his eyes travel to mine questioningly. I go, "Oh, sorry for the abrupt withdrawal, but I almost blew my load." He nods his head looking at me, and I try getting myself back in a dominant frame of mind. The best I can come up with is, "Lay on your stomach, I'm going to fuck you with me laying on your back." He gets on his hands and knees, his eight inch boner hard and inviting, but the urge is on me to feel my cock in his ass again, so as soon as he's on his stomach, his ass poking up off the bed, I get between his legs and push the head of my cock inside his anus and, ohhh boy, that feels good! Willie mutters a quiet, "Ow," as I lean over with a hand resting on the mattress, one on either side of his chest, and slowly lay down on him with my cock sliding up inside him. It's a relatively short ride down to lay on his back and squirm my hips around getting my dick up his ass as far as I can. "Oooooo," comes from Willie as I lay on him with the side of my face against the side of his. He lifts his head up a little as my hips lift up pulling my cock out, and then slide it back inside him; the going is smooth now. Willie blows a lot of air out between closed lips, mumbling, "Starting to feel really good, baby..."
Realizing I've been holding my breath, I do a long exhale and the hump his ass for about thirty seconds. Lifting up off his back now, I say, "On your hands and knees, Willie... let me see how that feels." He complies without complaint and I get up on my knees to plow his ass a few times in that position, then stand-up with my knees bent and grab his hips to really fuck him hard and fast. We're both sweating, which just adds a bit more to the heat of this fuck. Willie's head's hanging between his arms as he arches his back grunting, "Ahh, ahh," with each quick penetration. For me it's a super-hot change of pace and my balls are back up to the top of my scrotum, heavy and hard and ready to blow. Willie goes off first though; he starts bucking back into my thrust, one hand on his cock stroking it, then lets out a long "AAAGGGHHH!" and fires cum onto the bed as I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations all around my pelvic area. Sharp, almost painful sensations like shooting electrical shocks... and then I climax in Willie's ass. It's a long stream of spunk which feels so good I get a little wild and my cock flaps out of his rectum and the second shot of spunk streaks across his back as I'm stroking my cock in a tight fist getting two more good spurts of cum to splatter off his buttocks before guiding my boner back up his ass again. It slides in easily, slushin' around in my first big shot of creamy spunk. Oooh, it feels good riding his asshole, Willie's whimpering while going down on his elbows, keeping his ass up high for me to fuck. But, ya know, it's a fleeting thing, orgasms; they don't last nearly as long as you'd like them too, and it's Willie's second one of the morning, so he's more or less spent. I'm pretty spent myself as well so pull out watching my cum drip out of Willie's ass. Interesting! Sex is interesting and very animalistic too, primitive even. Nothing's changed since the emergence of Homo sapiens who branched off from our common ancestors the friggin' chimpainzes about six million years ago. Hell, what am I saying, the pre-humans were doing the same thing as far back as evolution goes! That's a weird thing to think of; it's odd imagining pre-humans doing the same thing we just did. We'll, assuming there were homosexual pre-humans, that is. Certainly the hetero crowd did it the same way back then, same as it's done today. Natures weird, but consistent, ya know? I guess, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," is Nature's motto.
Laying on the bed next to Willie with him collapsing down next to me, muttering, "That was great, Dylan," then a hesitation, before asking, "Which position do you like best, top or bottom?" I go, "What do you think?" and he says, "Bottom, right?" I say, "Yeah, it's my favorite, but fucking that great ass of yours is pretty hot too." He thinks for a second, then says, "Both top and bottom are super, and I used to like bottom better when I was younger, but now the top is my favorite, so we're a good match, right?" I go, "Yeah, I guess, but it's cool we can enjoy both." Willie turns to look at me, saying, "I think we need a shower," and that's what we do together. Damn big shower with all those shower heads pouring water down on us as we wash each other... awesome! It's great being sexually satisfied. It's relaxing, no tension, a free-falling feeling; not that being horny is a problem, I would miss that something awful too, but it's also nice feeling satisfied. After helping each other dry off, we dress in shorts, T-shirts, and sandals; then, grinning at each other, pleased with ourselves again, we head for the elevator, hungry now. During breakfast Willie's in a good, upbeat mood talking about his up-coming summer vacation, and then Cornell University in the fall. Going away to college is exciting and I think back on my first year at Merrimack, pleased with it; but still, it maybe didn't quite live up to the expectations I'd built-up in my mind, all last summer. Built how great it was going to be too much, and that sounds like what Willie's doing, but why burst his bubble. There's a lot of studying involved with the college experience and it tends to get in the way of having fun at times. Ha ha, of course, the study part is the main idea in the first place, but it's not what I thought about when contemplating it last summer. After breakfast we buy tickets for 'Old Town Trolley Tours' and read the brochure while waiting outside for the trolley to stop at our resort.
Not really interested in the brochure, I glance around and, oh my! Sitting on a bench across from me is a boy who looks French to me, and his parents. Why do I say he looks French? Hmmm? Well, there are a number of possibilities, actually. His parents, for one thing, are overdressed for a bus tour of Key west, and the boy's shorts are too short, which in this case is a good thing considering the great legs on this kid. Thin thighs with nicely curved, almost hairless, calves and, oops... he's wearing very un-American looking tennis shoes too... big feet. Also, the short sleeves of his too-pressed polo-shirt are shorter than normal. The boys got nice arms too, not that that makes him French, but he's got a silk-looking scarf tied around his neck and that's definitely not something an American teenager would wear. Willie's studying the brochure, muttering, "According to this we can hop off the bus at any stop, and get back on a later bus to continue the tour; they run every twenty minutes or so." I go, "Uh huh," and he asks, looking at me, "Ya wanna get off at the aquarium?" I go, "Huh? Oh yeah, aquariums are cool," and then I go back to scrutinizing the French boy. Willie returns to his scrutiny of the brochure. This French kid is being very passionate about whatever he's telling his parents. He's got excellent eye contact all the way around; the parents appear very interesting in what he's saying. The boy has a very expressive face with vivid hazel colored eyes and shiny dark brown, long, wavy hair. His long hair is parted on the left side; a ruler-straight part from forehead all the way along the top of his head. Beautiful skin clarity too, it has a pale olive tone... he's handsome in the extreme! Willie interrupts my ogling again, "Hey Dylan, we just gotta get off the trolley at the Key West Shipwreck Treasure Museum too, see what the pirates stole," to which I murmur, trying to match Willie's enthusiasm, "Great! That sounds uber interesting," and go back to my French boy again. He has this sophisticated manner about him that's hard to put into words, and there's this sexually attractiveness to him with his flaring little nostrils as he talks. Absolutely flawless facial symmetry too: it starts with thin eyebrows over large shiny hazel eyes that I now notice have flecks of amber in them. Below the eyes is a thin nose, then sensuous lips, and then his cute boyish chin. I'd guess he could be anywhere from sixteen to twenty-one years old, although his face is so smooth I can't believe he shaves yet. Then, there's his smile, which is awesome! His whole face lights up as he and his parents laugh quietly about whatever it is he's saying. The parents appear totally charmed by this kid and I can see why. There's a dignity about him that belies his youthfulness and that's slightly intimidating to me; but still, I must find a way to strike-up a conversation with him. The French boy has a, 'je ne sais quoi'' quality that I've read about, but never quite knew what it was until now... it's this French kid, he's dripping with it. Like I said, a handsome boy as opposed to the way Robby's cute, for example. But, how can I get to talk to him, assuming he speaks English, that is.
Here comes the tour bus now; it's designed to look like a trolley, but it's actually a bus. Willie elbows me, saying, "Here it comes, Dylan," as if I can't see for myself. We get up and I rudely step in front of an older couple so I can get right behind the French boy who's politely waiting for his parents to go first, and now I'm close enough to hear his lyrical voice as he speaks quietly to his parents in French. Oh man, he's something special all right! Then, on the bus, the boy greets the lady bus driver with a big smile and beautifully accented English... awesome! I lean closer trying to detect a scent from him but am unsuccessful with that, although I am successful in faking clumsiness on the last step, falling against him. Taut body under my hands, as I grope his waist. He turns his head to politely, and with a grin says, "Pardon," as if he's the one who stumbled. I blush while trying to say something back to him, but he turns around and follows his parents down the aisle. Didn't I hear somewhere that French people are rude? Not this Frenchman; to his back, I manage to say, "No, my fault, sorry," and he turns his head to look at me, giving me a quick smile, but doesn't say anything more. His parents take a seat halfway down the trolley, The seats are for two people so the boy sits in the seat behind them next to a woman who's turned around talking to two woman in the seat behind her. The French kid is sitting on the aisle so I lead Willie to one row back of him, on the other side of the aisle, asking Willie, "Would you like the window seat?" He goes, "Yeah, thanks, Dylan," and I smile to myself 'cause I've got a perfect view of the French boy from my aisle seat, screw the sights of Key west. The bus finally pulls away from the Reach Beach resort and the lady bus driver begins her canned presentation about the sights of interest we're driving by while I stare at Frenchy. He's not talking with his parents now and I notice a habit he has; he smells the back of his wrist while rubbing his nose with it; I saw him do this on the bench a little while ago too. A little later the tip of his pink tongue comes out and licks the top part of his wrist where it bends, and then he rubs that across his nose inhaling the scent... a bit odd. I saw him do this a couple of times on the bench too; it was when his father interrupted French boy's excited recitation, so it's obviously a habit of his. It's like his own scent turns him on; a little weird, but I'd love, love, love to smell that wrist of his myself, with or without the spit. He's like too good to be true... he's delicious and I'm so lucky he's on our tour! Without realizing it I'm getting a semi boner in my pants just watching this kid; he's so damn sexy! Adjusting my crotch while's Willie's whispering to me as the bus drivers droning presentation continues. Willie says, "The aquarium is the next stop, so we'll get off there and catch the next bus, okay?" Dammit! I don't want to get off for some friggin' aquarium, I'd rather look at my French boy. As I'm trying to think of a reason for not visiting the aquarium the French boy begins picking his nose, my eyes get bigger and bigger in disbelief. He's digging openly with his index finger up one nostril like he's in his bedroom alone, or something. This is so out of character, I mean, so opposite of everything else about him. I'm willing him to stop, and then he sticks his finger in his mouth and I gasp. Willie asks, "What's wrong, Dylan? Are you alright?" I go, "Um, yeah, ah, I got a cramp in my foot, but I'm good now." Just like that, all my fantasies about the French boy are out the friggin' window; jeez, that was gross! Damn, what an enormous disappointment! I guess he was too good to be true. As we come up to the aquarium stop I'm pulling on Willie's arm, saying, "Come on, let's go, dude... we'll look at some fishes." Walking by the French kid I don't even glance down at him; he's off my radar screen now... off it big time. I mean, I was fantasizing a real French kiss with that French boy, but not now with a booger in his mouth!
I'm shaking my head trying to get the picture of that adorable French boy eating his boogers out of my brain. Man! It's weird though how I'll suck a cock that's been up my ass, but won't kiss a uber cute French boy, in my mind, after he's eating his booger. Hmmm? Oh well, Willie hadn't observed any of it and I think about telling him, but without him seeing how hot the French boy was, the irony would be lost in the telling. Glancing around for another boy to ogle confirms that there aren't any other teenagers on the tour; well, except for Willie and me. Younger kids with parents, but mostly old and older adults. Betcha Robby and Dodger will say the same about the tours they're on in Arizona. Then, hahaha... I think what Dodger would have done if he saw Frenchy eating his boogers! Oh my gawd, and chuckle. Willie's like, "What's so funny, Dylan?" and I go, "Oh, I just thought of a joke a friend of mine told me," and I tell Willie the joke about the nun joining the no-talking-allowed retreat, and he gets a good laugh at the punch line. That, unfortunately, was the highlight of the aquarium visit. This aquarium can't compare to Boston's, but we had to take a look. We also take a look at the Ghost & Gravestone stop, the Mallory Square Marketplace stop, the Key West Shipwreck Museum stop, and a few others. We did the whole sightseeing bit, and it was interesting; a little drawn-out, but okay. At the marketplace stop Willie wants to try the bizarre ice cream flavors offered at one stand. It's still morning so I pass on ice cream, but watch Willie as he ordered his. There's some discussion between Willie and the strange dude dipping out the ice cream cones. After a bit Willie comes over to me without a cone, so I ask, "What was that all about?" and he says, "Well, the counterman there got overly concerned when I didn't like the taste of the ice cream I ordered. I tried the chicken and rice flavor and, yuck!" Chicken and rice? What the...? I look over at the counterman, who has an unusually long neck with a narrow head and very small facial features. Sorta like an over-sized thumb sticking out of his shoulders. I go, "Huh!" and Willie says, "Yeah, that weirdo took the cone back from me when I complained and used his lizard tongue to lick all around the ice cream where I'd just licked, his Adams apple bobbing like a toy boat in the bathtub; then with a smile, the weirdo offered to exchange it for a beans and bacon flavored ice cream but I said no thanks, and when he tried handing my original cone back to me, I said no thanks to that too. Four-fifty for that goddamm thing!" I couldn't think of anything to say to that, so Willie adds, "Yeah, he was trying to pick me up, obviously," and, holding back my chuckling, we drifted back to the trolley/bus. Willie thinks everyone's gay here.
Interesting, but strange... the counterman reminded me of the geeks you can sometimes run into on the boardwalk. Anyway, after our tour, which eventually returned us to where we started, The Reach Beach Resort; we change for the beach then in good moods we mock the thumb-headed counterman and make-up bizarre ice cream flavors of our own. Down at the edge of the beach, one of the beach boys hooked us up with beach chairs and we go in the ocean to cool off. This is more like the vacation I expected when contemplating this Key West trip. The waters warm, and the sands soft, and the suns shining brightly with a slight cooling breezes and it's fun riding the waves in. Still no boys of interest to ogle, but after the French boy disaster I'm 'off' boy-watching for the moment. When we're ready for it, Dominic, Pedro's brother, takes our lunch order and I ask for a blood Mary... just to try one. Willie goes, "Oh, I'll have one too," and Dominic rolls his eyes, saying, "Just one!" Then he asks for Willie's ID. Willie shows him the ridiculous fake drivers license that claims he's twenty-five and Dominic grins, but says nothing. When he goes off to place our order, I say, "Yo, Willie... um, I thought you said you're never drinking alcohol again!" He goes, "I meant, in excess," and I go, "Oh!" Ha ha. The bloody Mary is hot, as in ultra spicy, and I think Dominic did that on purpose. Still, it was okay and we forced them down in between bites of our lunch. After lunch Willie went on line to connect with other Cornell freshman and I call my homeboys. Chubby was hung-over from a party at Mary Jo's place last night and was cranky because of it. I got him laughing though by telling him about the thumb-headed counterman and the bizarre ice cream flavors, and I did so without mentioning Willie by name because Chubby don't like him. Of course he doesn't know this version of Willie, but it'd probably be useless to try to convey the difference, so I don't try. Hell, I don't like Mary Jo but that doesn't stop Chubby from mentioning her ever two minutes. Anyway, we're good, Chubby and me. He even used the love word when saying goodbye. Of course, I used it about ten times when telling Chubby how much I miss him. Connor's working so I just left a short message wishing him well and telling him I can't wait to get together with him at Merrimack. After I left the message I worry that it might be misinterpreted by Connor as meaning more than I intended. Nothing to be done about that now though, the message's already recorded. Oh well.
Then I even called Cory Dunlevy, but had to leave a message there too. I just said, "Greetings from Key west, Florida, dude. Get ready for some bowling when I get back!" He's a good kid. I saved Robby for last and wander down the beach to call him. Dodger answers, saying, "Hi, ya hot shit. I stole Robby's cell phone 'cause I knew you'd be calling... he thinks he lost it." I go, "How come he doesn't call me?" and Dodger says, "Because I stole his stupid cell phone, I just told ya that." He starts to say something else, but I interrupt, "Where's Robby, Dodger?" He says, "In the pool with a kid he made friends with; we're all around the pool. Hot as hell here." I ask, "You went to the Grand Canyon to sit around a pool all day?" He goes, "I wish! Nah, everyday we see the sights. This morning we were at the Flagstall Arboretum..." I ask, "How was that?" and he goes, "In a word... boring!" Chuckling at his emphasis on the word 'boring', I ask, "Ya getting any sex in Arizona?" He says, "Only from Robby; the kid I made friends with that first day has gone. He gave good head, although I couldn't get him to do anything else." Chuckling again, I say, "Well, there's always Vinnie. Ya talking to him recently?" It's Dodger's turn to chuckle now, "Ha! He calls me twice a day; no need for me to call him. That boys gonna pull his dick off from jerking off so much 'cause he misses me. Ain't that sweet?" I'm thinking way back when Robby and I had to help Dodger because his dick was so sore he could hardly walk, and that was from him jerking off six or seven times a day... hee hee. I go, "Who wouldn't miss you, dude!" Then I'm thinking, "What'd he say about Robby being at the pool with a friend?". I go, "Hey, what was that about Robby and a friend?" Dodger laughs and asks, "Jealous? Your jealous!" and I act indignant, saying, "I am not! Robby and I have a partially open relationship. He can hook-up with whoever he likes. What's this kid look like anyway?" Dodger chuckles, then says, "He's hot... very hot, but he's not gay so don't worry about it. The kid's name is Neil Bender, if you can believe that. He struck-up a conversation with Robby, not the other way around. You know Robby's shy around people he doesn't know, but when he gets to know someone he's himself again. Christ, he had a crush on you for a year before you approached him about writing for the school paper. He never would have made the initial contact if you hadn't." I mutter, "Hmmm, guess not. This Neil character, what's his act if he's not gay? I mean, why's he's sniffing around Robby all of a sudden, and how do you know he's not gay?"
When Dodger's done giggling, he says, "You're so jealous... now you know how I feel when you give all your attention to Robby." I go, "Don't be ridiculous you horny boy, you're too young for me. Now, how do you know that dork, Neil, isn't gay." Dodger says, "Oh hell, he may be gay, but since he pays no attention to me I assume he's straight. Dude, I'm as hot a gay boy as there is and I'm cuter than my brother so why wouldn't Neil, who has an awesome ass by the way, hit on me if he's gay? Assuming he's straight is simple deduction!" My response is, "Put your brother on the phone. Walk right down to the pool and tell him you found his phone!" Dodger shouts, "No! Not unless you promise to give me a haircut as soon as we get back; just you and me." Fat chance of that. Dodger's incorrigible and he'd have me wrapped around his finger five minutes after we're alone. He doesn't take "no" for an answer, but I lie and promise to give him a solo haircut and he does walk down to the pool, as he tells me about an older boy who he's interested in from their last bus tour.Then, down at the pool, he stops and goes, "Oops, maybe I was wrong about Neil not being gay. Him and Robby are gone and they aren't in our room because I just came from there. I'm like, "Goddammit! Are you breaking my balls or are they really not here?" Dodger's serious now, "No, they're not here. Let me check the snack bar." I hear him walking and whistling, the little prick. Well, he's not little now; he's slightly taller than Robby, who's just a tiny bit taller than me. "No, they're not here," says Dodger, "but Neil's parents are. They're sitting at a picnic table with Neil's little sister so that means the room the Benders are sharing is available. I don't know what room it is or I'd sneak up there and catch Robby doing the nasty... heehee." My face is red and I'm pissed, which is stupid because I've been having wild sex with Willie... still, I'm pissed and Dodger's right... I'm jealous as hell! Damn that Robby. Dodger says, "Oh boy... there's that kid I got the hots for. He's got himself a double-decker, strawberry ice cream cone and his tongue is awesome. Oh man! I'll talk to you later Dylan," and that he cuts the connection. Damn! Biting my lower lip I head back to where Willie's sitting. I need a cigarette...
to be continued... Donny Mumford at thinat20@yahoo.com