DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 19
by Donny Mumford
Sunday afternoon walking with Charlie on the beach I'm thinking that it surprises me he has a kinky side, but a fetish for toenail polish has to qualify as 'kinky' I would think. He's seems so, I don't know, so youthful and innocent. Can't tell a book by its cover though. Toenail polish though, that's a new one to me though. He says, "We're gonna have a really good date tonight," so I ask, "What else are we gonna do besides painting toenails?" He takes his arm from across my shoulders, saying, "Never mind, um, could you stop for a second." I stop and he drops to his knees looking closely at my feet, then lifts my right foot, six inches from his face, and examines it closely. Looking up at me, he says in a most sincere manner, "Awesome feet, Dylan! Oh my God, your feet are perfect." I go, "Yeah, everybody tells me that," and he stands chuckling, then mutters, "No they don't." We start walking again, as I ask, "What got you out of your shell, Charlie? You wouldn't say two words last night or earlier this afternoon." He shrugs, "I was checking you out to determine if you were nice. Plus I was pissed-off about being stuck half the day with that jackass, Ronny Tarleckie." I'm like, "Oh, so you were pouting, huh?" He goes, "Yeah, there was some pouting, but mostly it was me checking you out." "Did I check out okay?" He goes, "Oh yeah, but now I'm worried you may be too damn cool for me, so that concern slowed me down as well." I grin, saying, "Actually I am too cool for you." He shrugs, "Yeah, I know you are, but I'm still painting your toenails."
Smirking and putting my arm around the back of his neck, I say, "Well, then I get to give you a haircut," and he's like, "Do you know how to cut hair?" I go, "Better than you know how to polish toenails I'll bet." He shrugs, "I very much doubt that, but okay, my hair could use a trim." Huh, just like that he's okay with me cutting his hair. We walk a bit, then I ask, "So you don't have a boyfriend, huh?" He squirms away from the arm I have around the back of his neck, saying, "He's not my boyfriend exactly, um... we don't call each other 'boyfriends'." Teasing him, I put my arm around the back of his neck again, asking, "He's your fuck-buddy then?" and Charlie snorts a laugh, mumbling, "We don't call each other that either," then he adds, "Your arm around my neck makes us look like fags." I go, "We are fags," and he says, "We don't need to advertise it, do we?" I go, "No, we don't, but we don't need to hide it either." He chuckles and leans into my side, "Okay, you're older and wiser than me, cooler too, so I guess you know best," and he puts his arm around the back of my waist. I laugh, "Maybe you were right after all, Charlie," and we let go of each other.
We walk for another minute, then I ask, "Where we going?" Glancing at me, he goes, "I don't know. Where should we go?" Looking at my watch: it's only three-thirty, so I'm like, "What the fuck, we can go to my place if you want to mess around a little. No one will leave the beach before five o'clock,
at the earliest." He nods his head, "Okay, but we should buy condoms first." Pulling on his arm to get him walking toward the street, I ask, "Condoms, huh? How many times have you had need of a condom?" He shrugs, "None of your business," and I'm like, "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He laughs, "Not the way you mean, no. I've never taken a hard penis up my ass, but I've fucked guys up the ass and I've fucked girls in their twats." I can't stop laughing at that because he said it so dead seriously. He's grinning, not real sure what's so funny. I mumble, "Twat," and he snorts a laugh, asking, "Haven't you fucked a twat?" I go, "No, I can't say that I have."
We walk a little bit more, then he mutters, "Neither have I." I ask, "How about the other thing?" Shrugging, he holds up one finger, blushing again.
"So you're not a virgin then. You've had sex once," and he goes, "I'm just barely not a virgin." I go, "We don't need a condom then," and he stops, "Really?" I nod, then squeeze the back of his neck, muttering, "Really." After a second or two, I add, "But you definitely should use one when you're with anyone besides me." He says, "Cool," and squeezes the back of my neck giving me a chill down my spine. Whatever touching I do to him, he does it right back to me. We're on the sidewalk now and it's stifling hot as we head toward our condos. I go, "Ya know, it's against the law in Wildwood to walk on the street without a shirt on." He says, "Yeah, I know."
We continue walking wearing only our bathing suits and sandals. I ask, "You nervous about us having sex?" and of course he shrugs because he shrugs at anything I say. He goes, "Nervous? Nope, are you?" I go, "HA!" Charlie says, "We'll stop at my condo first so I can get my pedicure case." I laugh, and he says, "Seriously, no joking around, you're going to get a pedicure from me. It'll be awesome for your feet, and I like doing it." I go, "Do tell," and he says, "I might even do your fingernails if you're nice." I'm shaking my head, mumblings, "That's alright, I cut my own fingernails, thank you very much."
At his condo Charlie stops, looks at me a second, then shrugs mumbling, "Guess I'll get my pedicure stuff now," and he starts up the steps, adding, "I'll be right out, Dylan," and I go, "I don't want to do that toenail shit, so don't bother getting...." but he disappears up the steps to his deck, saying over his shoulders. "You'll do it." Oh man, I'm rubbing my face, thinking, 'I guess I will at that'. Don't wanna disappoint Charlie boy'. A minute later he comes down the steps fast carrying a small nylon bag that looks like a flimsy toiletry kit. "C'mon, Dylan. You'll need to get me a big pot we can soak your feet in it." I shake my head again looking up in the air, rolling my eyes. At the steps to my deck we take our sandals off and use the
hose to rinse sand from out feet, then carry our sandals up the steps.
Charlie says, "We need to do this inside, out of this blaring sun." The key to the condo is hidden under the flower pot next to the deck's door where no burglar would ever think to look for it. I get it and let us inside where it's cool.
As soon as we're inside Charlie starts going through the kitchen cabinets and soon comes up with a lobster pot that be puts under the kitchen faucet.
Turning on the hot water, he says, "We don't want this too hot, but it should be more than warm." I mumble, "I don't want it at all, no matter the temperature." He points, "Sit there in that kitchen chair; the one with the cushion. You need to be comfortable." Shaking my head, but resigned to going along with him, I sit in the appointed chair and he carries the pot over setting it down in front of me. I give him a blank stare as he grins, saying, "You may think this is silly now, but you'll change your tune soon enough." He gets on his knees, lifts my right foot and massages it with strong fingers. It's a deep foot massage that almost hurts. After about a minute he puts that foot in the hot water and works on my other foot. A minute later both my feet are in the water almost vibrating as I adjust myself on the chair, asking, "Don't you mind touching my feet?" He mumbles, "I loved touching your feet, and I'll be touching your calves too, but later." That sounds okay. I watch him get up and go into my bedroom. He's carrying a hand towel when he comes back.
Laying the towel beside him, he quietly says, "Let me see your hands, Dylan." I hold them out and he takes my right hand in both of his, then sort of caressing my hand. His hand feels good on mine. After studying my fingernails, he nods his head, saying, "I'm happy to see that you're very healthy, Dylan." I mutter, "I'm happy about that too, but how can you tell?" He goes, "Fingernails tell stories. A touch of white here, a rosy tinge there, some
rippling or bumps on the nails, any of those signs may be indications of disease. Problems in the liver, lungs, and heart can show up in your nails.
No worries though 'cause you've got perfect nails," and he looks at me, adding, "Like your perfect face." Nodding my head I realize his seriousness is giving me a bit of a trance-like sense that's very pleasant. Because of that I don't say anything and he feels free to go about his business.
As my feet soak in the hot water, still feeling tingly from the hard massage, Charlie turns his attention to the toiletry kit he brought with him. He lays out a little bottle of what could only be pink fingernail polish.
Next he pulls out a number of one-inch tube-like gauze thingies, and some kind of stone, then a big fingernail clipper, a bottle of white skin cream, and lastly an emery board. While doing all that he's in front of me on his knees sitting back on his ankles. I'm staring at his face intrigued by how comfortable he appears to be doing this very odd foot thing. I'm assuming he basically has a weird version of a foot fetish.
Charlie has a serious expression on his cute face as he points at each item he's laid out on the tile floor, as if he's checking that he hasn't forgotten anything. The way the sunlight from the window hits his face turns his short, skimpy pale beard a reddish color. He has a thin mustache and whiskers along his jaw line, and also some at the point of his chin. Well it's not a point, his chin is rounded without being a cleft or butt chin. Huh, I feel my upper lip hoping to feel something. I shaved but so far nothing's grown back out yet. I'm optimistic though.
I've jokingly kissed Charlie once or twice today and now I notice his lips and understand why the kiss was so hot. Nice lips. He's looking down at the paraphernalia he's laid out and I notice his eyelashes are longish, but not thick; they're delicate looking. In fact his whole face is delicate looking, and the little bit of sunburn he got today makes him look even younger and cuter.
Without speaking or looking at me he lifts my right foot out of the water and dries it with the hand towel before setting it down gently, as if he's afraid of breaking it. Then the same for my other foot. The lobster pot is moved out of the way and he picks up my right foot to massage it some more, but gently this time. His head is down as he looks only at my foot.
Charlie's blond hair shines in the sunlight streaming through the window. He must have combed his hair when he went inside to get his pedicure stuff. The part on the side is impossibly straight, like you'd draw a straight line with a ruler. The thin line of scalp in his 'part' is pink from the sun. He's slim, and bending forward his back is curved showing a few spinal vertebrae bumps. His flat triangular wing bones move as he massages my foot. In this position his bathing suit is lifted away and I can see the beginning of his cute ass. Huh, the top of his ass crack is just visible too, but Charlie doesn't care, he's totally dedicated to my right foot.
It actually feels really good having my foot massaged like this, and when he's done massaging it my foot's warm and tingly. Charlie leans further over to kiss my foot, then lays his cheek on the top of it with his nose almost
touching my toes. I think about wiggling my toes, but don't because my trance seems to be deepening and it feels too good to fuck around by wiggling my toes and maybe losing some of my trance. Lifting his face off my foot he kisses my toes and then very gently licks them a few times. Taking a deep breath Charlie lifts up and sits back on his ankles again with his head back and his eyes closed. His swimsuit has a big tent at the lap, a tent that he doesn't touch. Another long deep breath from Charlie, then a sigh as he exhales. Without looking up he leans forward again and does all the same things with my left foot. His is a much more sophisticated foot fetish procedure than the one Chubby used to do some years ago, and it's fascinating to watch. I feel honored, or something, so I don't want to ruin it for Charlie. And even though I'm feeling self-conscious, I submerge that feeling to enjoy the trance sensation. It's not like the trance a dominant sex partner, like Ryan, can bring on me, but it's still a pretty good one.
The stone thing he laid out has the word 'pumice' stamped on top and he uses it to rub below my big toe, for reasons unknown. He's uber conscientious with this, doing it on my heel too, then my other foot. He holds my foot in his left hand while doing stuff with his right hand. The weight of my foot causes a bulging of his left arm's bicep muscle. I'm not helping to hold my foot up at all; the entire weight is on his hand. Charlie never takes his eyes off my feet to look up at me. It's as though I'm not here, only my feet. Now he opens the bottle of skin lotion and, with my feet on the floor, he rubs the skin cream on my legs up to my knees. Both hands encircling my calf move up and down on my leg. This starts my dick moving around a little inside my bathing suit. I'm mesmerized by now; it feels real nice and I know it's sexually stimulating Charlie. The leg massaging goes on for maybe two minutes, and then it's my feet that get skin cream rubbed into them.
Very pleasurable experience I must say.
When he's finished rubbing skin lotion into my feet he stands up and stretches, still not looking directly at me. His back arches with his arms back and his significant boner pushing the lap of his bathing suit comically way out. I'm staring at his lap fully invested in my dreamy trance, happy to be
experiencing one again. Another deep breath from Charlie before he sits back on his ankles again and now he does stroke his cock through the bathing suit material. He has a very contentedly happy expression on his face and that makes me feel good for him and I'm determined not to ruin that, or do anything that will cause my trance to evaporate into thin air. Trances are very tentative things and can easily slip away. If someone knocked on the door, or a cellphone rang, or Charlie said something above a whisper, any of those things would pop my trance like a needle popping a balloon.
Charlie supports my right foot in his left hand again and meticulously clips my toenails. This creates a disturbance in my trance because no one I'm aware of has ever clipped my toenails before, except me obviously. What saves the trance is the fact there's no 'clipping' sound as he does it. The ten minute soaking in hot water, plus the lotion has softened my nails. He clips, clips, clips without making the toenails especially short. He's apparently more interested in the shape than the length. Finished clipping on one foot, he uses the emery board to smooth out and finish the shape of my toenails. I'm lying back on the chair totally relaxed within my trance, my eyes
half closed watching the surreal workings of a pedicurist. I have no idea how long this has been going on but I'm sure it's not been as long as it seems. I'd actually like him to start over. Then it hits me that this trance is similar to ones I've had at times when getting a haircut from Ryan. That doesn't make any sense though because I don't have a foot fetish, I have a haircut fetish. While that's true, it does feel very much the same for some reason.
Finally Charlie's satisfied with my toenails and he puts a hand on each of my knees for support as he stands up. Leaning over he kisses me softly on the lips, whispering, "You're awesome to let me do this." His eyes look so big this close to mine. Unconsciously the tip of my tongue licks across my lips as I barely nod my head acknowledging his compliment. He walks off with me watching him go into the kitchen. Smelling the back of my hand I'm feeling nicely relaxed sitting and glad there's more to come. Turning, he asks, "Can I get a bottle of water from the refrigerator?" My trance starts slipping away as I mumble, "Sure". He gets a bottle and drinks half of it in one long gulp after gulp. Walking back with the half bottle of water he gently pushes my head back a little and puts the bottle to my lips for me to drink a few gulps. As I gulp the water we look into each other's eyes. Charlie stares at me while holding my head back and that brings on a delicious submissive trance that gets my dick hard. Unaware of my sexy trance, Charlie takes the bottle away and roughly rubs my head as I stifle a moan. My feet feel really good, and now so does my pecker.
Getting on his knees in front of me again he opens the little bottle of nail polish. I want to ask if this is really necessary? The pedicure was nice but why nail polish?" In my gooey submissive trance though I don't want to speak. Reading my mind, and without looking up, he mumbles, "I know you're going to let me do this, so there's no sense pretending you're not." I barely shrug, not that he sees me do it, admitting to myself that he's correct.
When I don't say anything he does look up at me grinning, "Oh, I didn't really think you'd let me. I was bluffing." That comment reduces my submissive trance significantly as he puts one of those inch-long gauzy tube thingies between my big toe and the one next to it. Hoping to regain some of my lost submissive sense I say nothing and he proceeds to put the gauze thingies between all my toes. Unscrewing the top of the bright pink nail polish bottle he pulls out the tiny brush and paints my big toenail pink. He has a very steady hand. I watch him as I'm slipping back into another submissive trance. A mild one, but it's a nice one. One by one he paints all my toenails pink. I want to ask him why pink, but I don't want to fuck-up another trance.
Done painting my toenails, he holds the heel of both my feet off the ground in the palms of his hands and blows on my toenails to dry them. When they've dried hard he fondles my feet for a while, kissing and licking them.
After fondling my toenail painted feet for three or four minutes he groans, his face flush as he stands up and pulls his swimsuit down. His hard boner bounces up and down once before he gets it in his fist. Leaning in towards me, I tentatively take it in my fingers looking up at him. Then, looking down at his cock I see there's a bubble of clear precum forming at the pee slit of his extremely hard penis. It grows bigger and bigger until finally the wetness rolls down the shaft to my fingers. Charlie gasps, "Please... um, please,' so I take it in my mouth and suck on the head, then lick some of the hard shaft into my mouth too. He has a fat seven inch boner with dark blond pubic hairs surrounding his big cock and big set of balls. Ya just never know what's in a guy's pants, do ya?
Charlie has a hand on each of my shoulders with his chin on top of my head as I suck his cock. He's moaning, deeply aroused. I suck, lick, and stroke his large cock for a minute or so before his hips buck, he makes a strangling noise in his throat shooting too much creamy cum into my mouth and some of it drools out both sides and rolls down my chin. He's leaning his belly against my nose, smelling good, as his hips grind and another good string of cum shoots into my mouth. I swallow what I can, then suck on the head to drain his nuts. A few drools come out and then he collapse onto my lap, a leg on either side of mine, chest to chest, his forehead on my shoulder. I feel his body shudder as he takes deep breaths while I rub both my hands up and down his back, then pat his back like I'm trying to get a baby to burp.
Needless to say my cock's a rock in my bathing suit.
He coughs, then sits up with a startled look on his face, maybe because he feels my boner pressing my bathing suit against the inside of his leg.
Standing now, Charlie steps out of his swimsuit and gets a leg on either side of me again. His limp cock hangs down level with my face as he asks, "Should I face you or have my back to you?" He wants me to fuck him? It's my turn to be startled, but I recover quickly, mumbling, "Oh, um, yeah, good idea.
Get that body lotion first, Charlie." He nods his head too fast and bends down to pick up the tube of body lotion, handing it to me. I stand now myself, pulling my swimsuit below my knees. Charlie looks at my boner, "Nice, but not as nice as mine." He reaches down to rub around my shaved pubic area, murmuring, "I like that you shave your pubes. Cool." My submissive trance unfortunately evaporated a minute ago. Sitting again, I'm spreading the lotion on my cock, stroking it into an even tighter boner while mumbling, "Nobody likes a braggart, Charlie, but your cock is impressive. I gotta admit that." He rubs my head again, mumbling, "Yours's is nice too." Reaching behind him I smear lotion on his asshole, then push a finger past his sphincter muscle and Charlie falls against me with his arms around my shoulders, the side of his face against the side of mine as he goes, "Oooh." In this position I finger fuck his ass a half dozen times without any further response from him. Taking my finger out of his ass, I motion for him to sit facing me, he sits on my thighs in front of my boner getting his fist around it and stroking it a few times, asking me, "Will you promise to stop if it hurts too much?" I nod my head, mumbling, "Of course I will."
His cock is limply hanging down against the inside of his right thigh now, shiny with my saliva that's glistening in the sunlight from the window. As Charlie tightly strokes my boner he's quietly saying, "I've always wanted to feel a hard cock up my ass." Pushing his hand off my boner, I mumble.
"First time, huh?" He looks me in the eyes, saying, "For a real cock, yeah, but I've had many big dildos up my ass though." I go, "Ya don't say," and he goes, "Yeah, this kid, Geoff, and I mess around with some pretty hot dildos, then we blow each other. We use condoms even on the dildos, and then one time I got carried away and fucked him with my big boner, but that's pretty much it." Huh. I ask, "Do the dildos hurt you?" Naturally he shrugs, then says, "Um, no, should they?" I shrug, and say, "There's no 'should they hurt'. They either do or they don't. How big was the dildo?" He takes my boner in his fist again, grinning while saying, "Bigger than this dick of yours." I go, "Let's do it then," and Charlie gives my cock one last tight squeeze, asking, "Okay, but can we make-out first?" I get my arms around his waist, "Sure," and he wraps his arms around the back of my neck as our lips meet.
This kid kisses overly enthusiastically, like he doesn't know what he's doing. Not that it's unpleasant so much as it's overwhelming. Pulling my head back, I say, "No, do it like this," and I kiss him while gently sucking on his lips as my tongue moves over his." Charlie squirms on my legs and moves his tongue a little, then pulls away saying, "That's getting my dick hard." I go, "Yeah, that's the point of making-out. It's foreplay, now let's do it together," and it quickly gets the attention of my boner. Charlie's kissing and sucking on my lips while his tongue slides against mine as he's stroking his cock, the back of his fist bumping my belly with each stroke. By the time we break apart we're both gasping for air. We're naked of course, rubbing our bare chest together as we kiss and I'm becoming more and more aware of his personal scent. It's finally coming through the smells of the beach and ocean that cling to us after our ocean swim. I really like his skinny body and his long hair that falls around my face when we're kissing, tickling my cheeks with its silky feel.
Charlie likes making out and, with him sitting on my legs, his arms around my neck, we do it until I'm not the only one with a boner. He's sprung another hard one. I should have turned the air conditioning to a lower temperature, but it felt cool when we first came in. Now we're both sweaty. That's especially true where our bodies meet: between the bottom of his thighs and the top of mine, and where his arms are around my neck, our faces dripping
with perspiration, and our bellies and chests sweaty as well. It's very sexy the way Charlie lays against me when we kiss, but I finally say, "Jesus, I'm getting blue balls, Charlie. How about sitting on my cock now?" He wants to make out some more though and his face slides against mine as he murmurs, "I like making out with you," and he's getting good at it too. I squirm against him as our mouths suck and slurp, making wet sounds in between our grunts and moans of arousal.
Oh my God, our lips, and all around our mouths and chins, are covered with our combined saliva that drools and drips onto our chests. Fuck! I'm so hot with sexual desire I finally lift under his thighs near his ass, but can't lift him enough, so he moans, "Okay, okay," and lifts up off my legs.
Positioning my cock at his asshole he sits on it and my cock tightly passing his sphincter muscle. I go, "Oooh!" and he leans his face against my shoulder
tightening his hold around my neck while blowing a misty exhale where my neck meets my shoulder. He murmurs, "Feels good," then tightly and steadily sits all the way down on it until he's flat against the top of my thighs.
He goes, "Oooooh, ummmm, oooh, fuccck that feels good." He starts hopping up and down about five inches until he almost pulls off my cock. Taking a break and sits on my legs fully impaled by my throbbing boner. He's moaning and squirming his ass making a sort of squealing sound before once again resting flat on my legs, his arms squeezing around my neck.
I'm biting my lip, quietly moaning at the sensations flowing off the head of my cock that's so sexily and tightly encased in his rectum. Catching his breath, Charlie again moves up and down on my hard cock grunting each time he lands on my lap. I'm soon right on the edge of climax, running the fingers of both hands in his long hair. It's fuckin' sexy! We're sweating all over by now as Charlie does slower but steady lifting and sitting, my shoulders shuddering which gets his shoulders doing the same. My cock is alive with the most awesome sizzling sensations, but now gratefully I'm past the scare of premature ejaculation so I can concentrate on my cock and how amazingly encases it is in his ass. What a fantastic feeling. I can feel Charlie's leg muscles tighten every time he lifts up on his toes sliding up my cock and then back down. It goes on for a few minutes until he turns his face on my shoulder, his wet lips on my ear, mumbling, "My right leg feels like my calve muscles are cramping, Dylan. What should I do?" I get both hand under his butt cheeks pulling him up a couple of inches, telling him, "Stay up like this," and I begin humping my hips driving my cock back and forth in his ass. He starts moaning constantly; a low, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," with every drive up his ass. With my shorts thrusts the head of my cock is constantly on his prostate button and he can't squirm against me enough. His moaning and his chest sliding against mine. The sensations from that and my throbbing cock are making both of us shudder and shake.
In less then a minute of my humping hips and piston-driven boner my orgasm comes on me hot and heavy. I'm seeing stars as my body stiffens and I spastically hump wildly, then stop to hold my crotch tight against his buttocks humping against him squealing and shooting a long stream of cum up his ass, then another shot that has me dizzy with sexual pleasure. I'm gasping, my heart thundering in my chest as the sizzling sensations of orgasm are spiraling out from my groin up my belly, then throb at the top of my legs.
Another little squirt of cum shoots from my cock before I relax and stop humping. Charlie gasps and starts hopping on my lap again until he squeals a similar squeal to mine and shoots two short squirts of cum on our chests, then a smaller spurt on our stomachs before collapsing against me, his ass flat on my legs. We lean against one another sweetly and limply. I take a deep breath savoring the last buzz of my dying orgasm, then hug Charlie around his back, a really tight hug.
He lifts his head and says to me, "Okay, that was much better than a dildo orgasm. Much, much better and it didn't hurt at all." I'm content having him sit on my legs with my cock up his ass, him laying against me for as long as he wants, but he lifts up, then stands with my cock flopping out of his ass followed by some of my spunk drooling out onto the top of my left leg as he backs away a few steps, then says, "We're going to do this again, right?" I nod my head, then glance down at my pink toenails and snort out a laugh. He goes, "What?" I'm shaking my head a little, pointing at my toes. He says, "Oh, that. I'm doing your fingernails too." Taking a deep breath, I stand up pulling on my dick a few times, then ask, "Didn't that hurt your ass at all? I mean, the way you slid right down my boner." He shrugs, "A tiny bit, but mostly it felt like the best thing I've ever felt. I absolutely loved it and from now on I'm going to let Geoff fuck me all he wants. He can fuck me until I'm walking bowlegged for all I care." The he makes a face, adding, "He probably won't want to though." I let that pass, still enjoying my latest orgasm while watching Charlie. He's looking behind him, wiping at the cum drooling from his asshole, asking, "Ya got a paper towel or something?" I pull some Kleenex from a box and hand them to him.
As he wipes his ass we both bring the back of our hands to our noses. He's not looking at me but I see him do it at the same time I did it and it makes me chuckle and pull my hand away, saying, "That's a weird habit you got there, dude." He looks at me, "Whaddaya mean?" I go, "Smelling the back of your hand," and he does it some more, grinning and mumbling, "I smell good.
If you don't like it you can eat a shit sandwich and die." Yeah, right. I go, "Ya wanna take a shower?" He nods his head, "Yeah, but the outdoor shower." We put our bathing suits on and he looks down at all his pedicure stuff, saying, "I'll do your fingernails after the shower." I mutter, "Not likely."
We take turns in the shower with Charlie going first, basically just rinsing off the perspiration, not soaping up or shampooing. To my surprise I see it's only four o'clock. We did all that stuff in a half hour! It seemed like much longer. I hand him the towel I carried down with me and then I step under the shower. Two minutes later Charlie hands me the same towel, that's damp now, and I sort of dry off. It's very hot out here but it feels good after the basically cold shower. I ask, "Ya want a cigarette?" and he shakes his head, "No thanks, I'll smoke a joint but not a cigarette." Well, they're upstairs anyway. The moms usually leave the beach around five so we have enough time to fuck around again, but I don't feel like it. We start up the steps as I ask, "You have nail polish remover, right?" He shakes his head, "No, sorry. I wanna do your fingernails now." I mumble, "We're not doing that. We're stopping at that CVS across the street and buying nail polish remover to get this pink shit off my toenails, then we're going to the beach and see what everyone's been up to. He shrugs and says, "Okay."
Back up the steps we go, and into the condo. I get a cigarette as Charlie repacks his pedicure stuff, saying, "Tomorrow, okay? We'll do it again tomorrow, or later tonight would be even better." I go, "If it works out, sure.
That was some hot recreational sex we just had. I really enjoyed it, Charlie." He snorts, "Really enjoyed it doesn't nearly do it justice. That was awesome! Both my foot fetish and you blowing me were awesome experiences, and then you topped that by using your hard cock to fuck my virgin ass.
Totally awesome!" Gee, it's nice being appreciated, but he did most of the work during our 'lap' fuck.
I buy the nail polish remover and smoke a cigarette as we walk to Charlie's condo so he can drop off his little satchel of pedicure implements.
Sitting on a deck chair finishing my smoke Charlie removes the nail polish from my toenails. He kisses each of my feet again, telling me, "In case you don't know, your feet are the most perfectly shaped feet I've ever seen." I start to say, "Yeah, everyone says..." but he jumps in with, "No they don't,"
then he goes, "How about my haircut?" Surprised he'd bring that up, I ask, "Ya got a good pair of scissors?" He shrugs, "I don't know. I'll look in the kitchen drawers." While he does that I sit here enjoying the memory of our buddy sex, thinking we did too much making-out, but he wanted to so what's the harm? My orgasm was a big one and came out wicked fast burning my pee slit slightly. That added to the thrill of climax. Charlie's a nice little Wildwood side-sex buddy. Lucky break that he's cute too, and with a big dick to boot. I want to feel that up my ass next time. Yeah, but what's that mean: to boot? It infers a bonus I think, but why? Then I think, 'Damn, I should have thought to bring my barber stuff with me just in case. Dumb!
Charlie comes out with a pair of blue handled Fiskars brand scissors that are sold everywhere. There too clunky to be barber scissors but they're very sharp so they'll do in a pinch. I say, "Yeah, these are okay, but I need a comb too." He makes a face, asking, "A comb, and what else?" I do an exaggerated shrug making him grin, then I go, "And nothing else." He goes inside again for a minute and comes out with a generic comb. He sits down saying, "Cut off about an inch. No more than that though." I nod my head and comb hair up from the scalp letting the comb go up his long hair into the curly part, then take the top inch and a half between the forefinger and middle finger of my left hand. The scissors in my right hand go; "Scrunch," cutting through the hairs just above my fingers and the cut hairs hits his shoulder, then slides down to his lap. He picks up some of the severed hairs, mumbling, "Yeah, that's the right length to cut off."
Someone who doesn't know how to cut hair would just let the hair hang normally and cut an inch off the bottom, but that's the wrong way to do it. It would leave a blunt cut all around looking like shit. The correct way is the
way I did it because it creates a mini layered affect with the hairs lower on his head hanging down further than the ones higher. I explain that to Charlie as I comb up the next batch of hairs. He says, "I don't get it," and I go, "No harm in that. Take my word for it." It's either obvious to a person, or like with Charlie, not obvious and not worth my effort to explain it further. It takes five minutes to work my way around his head and then cut some long hairs from his sideburns so his hair doesn't look like a girl's hairdo. If I had clippers I could have given him a buzz cut in the same five minutes it took me to do this trim. Probably few people will even notice his hair's been cut, but I notice that it looks neater because the frayed ends are gone, and he has more of a guy look with shorter sideburns. I say, "That's it, Charlie, you look better, dude." He stands up running his fingers through his hair, saying, "You look good with that buzz cut, but I don't think I would." I shrug while smelling the back of my hand and he chuckles, mumbling, "Hey, don't mock my habit." As I'm explaining to Charlie that I have the same habit he has, we walk the two blocks to the beach.
Chubby and Ellie aren't among the group we find there, but everyone else is. The first thing Charlie's mom says to him is, "Oh, Charlie, you finally got a haircut, honey. It looks very nice, but why not let Dylan cut it shorter." We both looks surprised, but obviously my mom told Mrs. Barns about my
haircutting skills. Rider and Bud have conservative short haircuts, if a bit nondescript, and they both agree with Mrs. Barns that Charlie should try a shorter hair style. Charlie mutters, "I don't know, maybe," and then he asks me to keep him company for a swim. As we head down the beach, he says, "That was getting boring. Do you think my hair should be shorter?" I mumble, "It's what you think that matters," and I mess his hair, then do the run into the ocean with Charlie right behind me.
We swim and float in water up to our nipples with Charlie asking me what I think of his pedicure. I unsuccessfully try to shrug while floating on my back, then say, "It's more of a foot fetish than a pedicure, Charlie, but fetishes are mostly harmless," and then tell him about my haircut fetish and how I may go to barber college after graduating Merrimack. He wants to know, "If you're already an accomplished barber, why go to school for it?" I go, "Because you need a license if you want your own barbershop, or at least I think you do." He tells me he doesn't know what he wants to do after graduating. We swim down past the boardwalk, then body surf into the beach.
Wiping water from his face, Charlie's saying, "Damn, I wish you could fuck me again." I mumble, "We don't have a safe place to do it or I'd be all over your cute ass. As a matter of fact I'm looking forward to feeling your prodigious boner up my butt hole." He goes, "Really? I'd like that, but was afraid to ask. You'd let me do it?" We're walking up the beach toward where our chairs are as I explain, "Sure. Actually I like 'bottoming' best, but 'topping' ain't bad either. Gay sex in general is kind of my favorite thing to do. My boyfriend and I do it all the time." He goes, "Jeez, before today I've done it only once. Do you do it more than once a day?" I pat his shoulder, saying, "Often." He goes, "You're my hero."
Charlie and I sit down in the chairs left empty by Chubby and Ellie with Mrs. Barns asking, "What have you and Dylan been doing? Swimming all this time?" Charlie says, "We were in the ocean for quite a while, yeah," which doesn't answer his mom's question, but is an excellent response. I guess Chubby and I aren't the only ones able to give non-answers to parental questioning. Then we listen to my mom brag about Chubby and me. Then not to be outdone Mrs. Barns brags about Charlie and Jessica. Lots of bragging going on while Chubby and Ellie are off probably doing something the moms wouldn't brag about, and Jesse's getting ready to secretly meet Tyrone to probably do something else the moms wouldn't brag about. Ditto for Charlie and me earlier, but what the hell... we're all young and sexual, and deserve to enjoy our youth. If we don't, shame on us. Mr. Barns is reading a book while Rider and Bud are both on their cellphones probably talking about something related to their business. When you own your own business you're never really on vacation.
We listen to the moms until we hear Tris say to my mom, "Dee, I'm thinking of staying on the beach another hour or so," and mom says, "Me too, it's lovely weather and very relaxing," then to Charlie's mother, "We don't have the luxury of doing nothing very often." Mrs. Barns says something I don't listen to, but instead look at Charlie nodding my head subtly in the direction of the street. He gets a big grin on his face and does the too fast head nod reminding me of you know who. I say to no one in particular, "a fresh-squeezed ice cold lemonade would hit the spot right about now," and Mrs.
Barns says, "Oh, it's a shame you boys weren't here earlier. Bud generously got lemonades for all of us from the stand on the boardwalk." Charlie shrugs, mumbling, "Well, Dylan, looks like we need to get our own." We get up and put our sandals on, then as we walk away I hear Charlie's mother saying, "I'm so happy Charlie has your son, Dylan, to pal around with, Dee. Last summer..." and I don't hear the rest. Charlie glances at me smirking, then mimics, "Pal around with," and we both chuckle.
As we step off the beach onto the sidewalk Charlie squeezes the back of my neck and holds onto it, saying, "I promise to fuck you tomorrow, but you're gonna fuck me again today. Either that or I'll nail polish your fingernails. What's it going to be, Dylan?" I ask, "Ya got any other nail polish but pink?" He says, "Yeah, but you're a 'pink' kinda guy." I go, "Bullshit, I'm
not a pink anything," then I go, "Wait, I did have a pink Polo golf shirt once." He goes, "See?" I ask him, "How do you want it, doggy style or standing up?" He frowns, "They're my only choices?" I nod, "Yep," and he goes, "I'll try it standing up," and as we approach the steps to my deck, I say, "I'm gonna fuck you rough this time." Charlie grabs his crotch, muttering, "I'm getting hard just thinking about that." Halfway up the steps, I'm like, "How come we can't remember to put on our t-shirts before leaving the beach?" He shrugs, "You're the mature one here, it's your responsibility to tell me what to do." I mumble, "You're doing a pretty good job of that." On the deck Charlie says, "Let's fuck out here. Your mom's right, the weathers beautiful today." I mutter, "Kids! Jesus! Get your ass inside!"
I lock the door behind us and point, "My bedroom's down the hall." As soon as we walk into my bedroom I lock that door too and we both drop out bathing suits at the same time. Charlie immediately grabs my balls, asking with a smirk, "Will you be my boyfriend? I've never had one and I wanna see what its like." Pushing his hand away I mumble, "I've already got a boyfriend, so you'll have to settle for us being fuck buddies." He shrugs, mumbling, "I was hoping for more, but okay, fuck buddy." I hold my dick out and point to it with my other hand while looking at Charlie. He says, "No problem, dude, I like sucking cock." I ask, "How many guys have you sucked off?" and he says, "That'd be one, Geoff. He's the only guy I've had any kind of sex with until now." He drops to his knees, saying, "We've blown each other about a hundred times beginning as sophomores in high school." I go, "What? And you've only fucked once? That's insane!" He picks up my dick, saying, "Tell me about it. I told Geoff that every time I blew him."
Charlie licks the head of my cock, then under the shaft all the way up and over the head making my shoulders do their little shudder. I'm curious, "What's Geoff's problem with anal sex?" Charlie shrugs, "He has an unnatural fear of feces. It's a phobia called coprophobia." I go, "Holy shit, I never heard of anything like that before. Wiping his ass must be traumatic for him." Charlie mumbles, "Yeah, he has anxiety about it even though he knows how stupid it is. Poor bastard. He's my best friend though." Putting my cock in his mouth Charlie shows some good cock-sucking skills. Good tongue on that boy. I say, "As his best friend maybe you could wipe his ass for him,"
and he snorts a laugh around my firming-up cock, then goes back to sucking a boner on me. It doesn't take long. When my cock's nice and hard and feeling good, Charlie takes it from his mouth and gives it four full strokes, then stands up and strokes his own cock. I notice, even though he said he liked sucking cock, it doesn't get him aroused like it does me. His cock's still fairly flaccid.
We do a short make-out, then I lick up his nose with a lot of saliva on my tongue. He inhales it and starts coughing and blowing out his nose at the same time he's sputtering, "What the fuck was that?" You could hardly call this romantic sex. It's buddy-sex pure and simple, and therefore a little ball busting isn't uncommon. I pat his back, saying, "You certainly don't have Geoff's coprophobia, buddy," and he coughs three times, then asks, "Why'd you say that?" I go, "Dude, that cock you just sucked into a boner was up your ass an hour ago." He does his snort of a laugh, mumbling, "Yeah, I thought of that when I was finishing up. You took a shower though, remember?"
A shower without soap, but I don't press it. I'm glad he's not a prude.
I go, "I got my boner, and we did a little making-out, so it's time for you to turn around now and let me pound this boner up your ass." He turns, saying, "Do it hard like you said." I might have to adopt this kid. I get my left arm around the front of Charlie's throat pulling him to me so his back is against my chest. His long hair is in my face so I move my head to the side a little as I'm guiding the head of my cock to his asshole. Then I remember the body lotion that we don't have here. Oh well, a good hump of my hips pushes the head past his sphincter muscle and without lube he groans, "OOW! Ahh, ooh, ooow, that hurt." I rub my nose in his hair; it smells like the ocean. I mutter, "Pussy! It didn't hurt you last time and my dick isn't a big as your dildo, so what are you complaining about?" and he says, "Condoms have lubricant on the dildo, and you used that body lotion the last time." Tightening my arm around the front of his neck, I mutter, "And this time I didn't. Do you want me to stop?" He mutters, "God, no! Don't stop."
Pushing my hips forward, expecting some sounds of discomfort from Charlie, I instead sense some of the body lotion still in his rectum from last time and now it's a little smoother going. Very tight, but smoother so I hump my boner in about four inches, then push the rest in until I'm tight against his butt cheeks. A hard hump against him and Charlie gasps, "Ahh! Oooh, that feels good." My left arm is still around the front of his neck pulling the back of his head against my left shoulder, his long hair draped over it.
My right arm goes around his stomach with my hand gripping his left side and I arch my back pulling him with me and he goes up on his toes. Holding him there, I start thrusting my hips moving my boner inside him, and it's, 'Slap, slap,slap,slap, slap," sounds ringing in our ears with Charlie moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," with each 'slap' sound. I'm so turned on doing this dominant 'topping' on helpless Charlie my vision's blurry. The sense of power is really something so, holding him basically laying on my chest, up on his toes, it's fast and hard, "slap,slap,slap,slap,slap," and his head is pressed against the side of my face as he moans with obvious sexual arousal.
I've got hot sexy sensations roaring off the throbbing head of my cock. It's very intense and I'm probably as aroused as he is.
Another series of fast thrusting, "Slap,slap,slap,slap,slap." and we're both shaking, our shoulder shuddering and my climax coming on me big time.
It's too soon for that though, so I set him back on his feet but he continues lying back against me with the side of his face against mine. He moans, "Don't stop, please, oooh, fuuuck this feels good." There's a lot of energy that goes into a really good fucking and in this case it's all my energy. By this time, if I was the 'bottom', I'd be humping back into each of the 'top's' penetrations. Charlie's content being a docile submissive 'bottom' and maybe I'm getting a little 'high' feeling dominant... heh heh. I can see the attraction of being dominant. After ten seconds of catching my breath, I smack Charlie's ass, "WHACK!" and push the back of his head roughly, getting him bending over. "Grab your knees, boy," and Charlie does what he's told making me grin.
He's bending over with his hands on his knees looking back at me. I smack his ass again, "WHACK!" He yelps and grabs his cock stroking it fast. I pu ll his arm away, get a tight grip on his hips and pound my cock up his ass so
hard he rocks forward with every hump, my groin smacking into his butt cheeks, both our scrotums swinging as the, "SLAP,SLAP,SLAP," sounds continue for another two solid minutes with Charlie moaning at every hump up his ass.
My climax is at the tipping point so I lean over getting my arm under his belly and start pulling him into my thrusting boner, "SLAP,SLAP,SLAP,"
grunting with every drive up his ass. Charlie's struggling in my grip whining, "Mmmm, mmm, mmm," as our bodies stiffen and we climax almost at the same time. It's a rush of sensations all around my groin making me gasp, then I do my stupid squeal with cum streaming up and out of my nuts. I lift him up on his toes and see his thin string of cum shoot out and up curving and then coming down four feet away. My mind blanks out as I hold my breath with three or four little follow-up spurts of cum tantalize the quivering head of my boner.
Then we're both weak and loose as I do lazy thrusts in Charlie's sloppy rectum before stepping back, my cock flopping out of his asshole with a string of cum connecting us for a second before it breaks off and lazily drops down across the back of his leg. I'm a little dizzy as I "Smack!" his ass one last time. Charlie's gasping for air sinking down on his hands and knees.
My shoulders are shuddering at the sizzling sensation on and around my cock. One last shudder and then it's a few deep breathes and the world quickly comes back into focus. Wow, I feel good. Charlie's in a position I often find myself in after getting fucked hard. He's on his knees with his head resting on the back of his forearm that's flat on the floor, cum running down the back of his legs.
My cock's still firm and since I'm playing at being dominant I step forward and slide my cock up his ass again. Charlie moans, arching his back and I fuck him hard for another minute or so with his body swaying forward with every thrust up his ass. Feels really good too. Charlie sure looks submissive holding his ass up even through I've pulled out of him again. I give his ass another hard, "SMACK!" Then pull his head up and around with both my hands. His eyes are half closed as he looks at my cock for a second before taking it in his fingers and putting it in his mouth. With his eyes fully closed now he sucks on my cock and, DAMN, this is a cool dominant sensation.
After a minute though my cock gets sensitive, so I mutter, "That's enough," and pat his cheek. He pulls his head away and strokes his own cock.
Trying for a stern sound, I say, "Get a wet washcloth from the bathroom, Charlie." He nods his head getting up, then does what he's told. It's a rush seeing someone do what they're told. When he comes back with the washcloth though, I feel kinda bad for him so I use the washcloth to clean his ass and the back of his legs before giving him a hug, saying, "That was uber hot, Charlie! Are you okay?" He sort of leans against me, murmuring, "I've never had a climax like that in my life. I swear to God it felt unbelievable fantastic." I'm wiping my cock, saying, "You were great. What an awesome ass you've got there." He sort of grins, "Thanks, Dylan. Um, the first time you
smacked my ass I almost shot my load right that second. That was really hot. Oh man..." I'm pulling his bathing suit up for him, mumbling, "I'm glad it wasn't too rough for you." He's acting almost shy, saying, "No way, it was perfect, Dylan. I liked the way you dominated me." Huh! Our fuck was pretty damn good, and he liked the way I dominated him. Whaddaya know.
Handing him the washcloth without saying anything, he gets on his hands and knees cleaning up the cum he shot on the floor. I'm nodding my head thinking, 'Yeah, cool being dominant', but now I feel bad for Charlie again so I help him by taking the washcloth, muttering, "I'll get the rest." He gets up, mumbling, "Thanks." Done the cleanup, we go out on the deck without having much to say. I light a cigarette unsure of what I should do next. We're sitting on deck chairs not saying anything, and that's always awkward for me, so I say, "Do you want anything? A Coke or a beer?" He stands up, eagerly saying, "Either one, Dylan, you tell me which one I'll get them." I go, "Do you have a joint over at your place?" He nods, "Yeah, why? Do you want one?" I go, "No, I don't, but you do, right?" He shrugs, "Yeah, I guess," so I tell him, "I'll get us a couple of beers while you get a joint and we'll chill out here on the deck after that great sex." He rubs his butt cheek giving me a small grin, almost shyly mumbling, "I better do what I'm told or I'll get another spanking, huh?" That makes me laugh, "No, Charlie, I can't pull off the dominant act for long." He goes, "I wish you could," and he scampers down the steps heading for his condo.
When he gets back he smokes his joint, I smoke another Marlboro and we drink beer discussing our version of sub/dom sex. Charlie wants to do it this way later tonight, and I want to feel his seven inch fat hard penis up my ass, so I guess we'll see how that works out. When we hear Tris and my mom talking as they walk down the sidewalk outside our condo Charlie flicks a quarter inch roach over the railing and waves his hand at the cloud of smoke, saying, "I'm gonna go over to my place, Dylan. See you tonight and, um, thanks for everything. Today was really special." I watch him walk across the alley to his place as the moms are coming up the steps jabbering girl talk and laughing their happy laughs.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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