Mike His Bike and Me

Hot shit!! School is out for the summer. Mike's Mom took Mike, my Dad and me out for dinner to celebrate our successful school year. Mrs Sullivan was bubbling over with excitement because Mike and I both made the honor role all four semesters. She kept telling Mike and me how proud of us she was and how fabulous we are. I noticed my Dad was spending a lot of time staring at her. When the conversation would let up for a moment I'd say to Mrs Sullivan, "Ah, so do ya think we did Ok in school this year?". Off she'd go again about how fantastic Mike and me were and we'd all laugh. It is so cool to see my Dad laugh because I can't remember him ever laughing until recently. Mrs Sullivan has a big laugh and she'd join right in too....

My Dad and Mike's Mom were drinking Margaritas. Mike and me had ginger ale but we'd be drinking something stronger later that night at TD's party. I was so relaxed and happy. In the year since my Mother dumped me here in Wildwood, to live full time with my Dad, it's been a 180 degree turn around for me. That was the low point of my life and since then this, right now, has turned into being the highest point. Not that it's all about me. My Dad and Mike's Mom started dating casually last month so there's a little extra spark in their lives...... and Mike is a happy honor roll student rather than the sulking kid who barely graduated a year ago. Mike's brother Danny survived his part in that stabbing incident and the ensuing fight and court case. This Spring he joined the Coast Guards and that will keep him away from bad influences for the first time in years. These are all good things.

After dinner Mike and me rode off on Mike's motorbike leaving our two single parents to do whatever single adults do to keep themselves from dying of boredom. Mike and me didn't spend even two seconds wondering what that might be. We were headed to our gang's graduation party. Mike and I were the brains in the group, but everyone else had passed too. We were all going into 11th grade next year. But, while that's true enough, what we were actually celebrating was the long summer vacation that stretched out in front of us. We were having our party at TD's for a couple of reasons........his parents said OK to it, for one... and they supplied all the eats and soft drinks for a 2nd reason and the biggest reason of all ....... his parents aren't going to be home. They'll be at the Country Club until one or two in the morning. Parties are a hundred times better if no adults are in the general vicinity......

By the way, TD's real name is Tucker Dwight. TD are his initials, but that's not why we called him TD. It's because he has a tiny dick. We call him 'Tiny' or 'TD' when adults are around and sometimes we actually call him 'Tiny Dick' when it's just us guys. Early this past winter my lisping friend, Tony, brought Tiny Dick to everybody's' attention. It was a major deal to Tony and he conscientiously spread the word all over school...... the the new kid at school had a very small cock.....a tiny dick.

It turned out that Tiny Dick has a sweet nature, but he's no pussy. He didn't care to be the butt of Tony's joke and at first he tried laughing along with everyone else. Tony wouldn't let up though so Tucker tried to just ignore it for a while, but when that didn't work either, Tiny started a fist fight with Tony. This was understandable maybe, but ultimately it wasn't a real good idea. Tony is not big, but he's tough and, as the fight progressed, things were looking bad for Tiny Dick until Tony paused in the middle of punching him to say, "Wanna be friends or you want me to finish beating the shit out of you?" Tiny Dick choose correctly and he and Tony have been tight ever since. Having a small penis isn't TD's fault...he didn't have anything to do with it. In addition to having a small penis TD also has a small body. Maybe 5' 6" tops and 120 pounds. For a kid who just turned 17 years old that's small. Although his looks are OK, he isn't an especially cute kid....it's just that everything else about him....his personality, his mannerisms, how he smiles all the time and stuff like that.... it's all so god damn cute it makes him real likable.

TD is one of those kids who's first reaction to EVERYTHING is to smile. He wants to be liked. He laughs at everyone's jokes, even Joey's and Joey doesn't even laugh at his own jokes half the time. . You never hear a negative thing come out of TD's mouth and he is always the first to offer to help you with whatever you need. He has a great little tight, smooth body and those special big brown puppy dog eyes. It's impossible not to like him. I never use to notice these kinds of things about other guys, but since I met Mike......well, I do notice that stuff now. I'm not sure why.

Tiny Dick got his buzz haircut and he's been in tight with the gang for the past four or five months. And, now I'm no longer the 'new kid' in the gang. Prior to TD's graduation party I hadn't seen his tiny dick, although I have to admit I'd been curious. Talk about it eventually died out much to TD's relief. Mike gave TD all the same kind of treatment he'd given me when I first met Mike. He was doing pretty much the same thing with TD as he'd done with me and because of that I put myself through a rough five or six weeks...........I was jealous of Mike's attention to TD. It started near the end of the first week with Tiny Dick. Mike got in one of his moods and TD was available so, walking up behind TD, Mike wrapped his arms around his stomach and picked him up off his feet. With TD kicking, Mike carried him to a nearby bench . We were in the School playground at the time.

Mike sat down on the bench pulling TD down to sit on his lap. The rest of us guys watched with interest. Some of us were thinking..."Tiny Dick is nice and all that, but it's about fucking time for some initiation laughs".

Mike casually put his right hand in TD's pants pocket and grabbed his balls. Tiny Dick cried out and Mike firmly told him to fold his arms across his chest and to stay very still. Mike still held TD tight to him with his left arm wrapped around TD's stomach. Afraid of getting his nuts crushed again TD did as he was told and crossed his arms tightly on his chest. He was wearing those baggy cargo khaki pants with plenty of room in the crotch. We could see Mike's hand inside the pants pockets moving around in the crotch area of TD's pants. TD was situated on Mike's lap with his legs draped on the outside of Mike's wide spread legs. He was quiet and looked very apprehensive. Mike got what he wanted inside there and started wanking the new kid off. This was a familiar move to me from my early days with Mike. He'd gotten me a few times and probably the other guys too, but we didn't talk about it much.

TD squirmed again and got his nuts squeezed again....so he stopped. Tony, Joey and me were the audience that day last winter. Each of us was glad this humiliation was happening to Tiny Dick and not to us. I have to confess I was getting a boner watching how easily and completely Mike was dominating the situation. Tony kept wetting his lips with his tongue and playing with himself. Joey just frowned, stared intently and spit every 15 or 20 seconds...just

like he normally does. I stood in such a way that my boner didn't poke out the front of my pants and I stared with my mouth hanging open. After all, this was not something you see every day....

Before long, with Mike stroking his tiny dick, TD's eyes got real big and shiny and he was blowing short puffs of air out through his mouth as he scrunched his face. He was looking up at the sky when he started making little squeaky sounds and then it was "Please, Mike stop.. Mike, Ah don't...". The tip of Mike's tongue was sticking out between his lips and he was breathing in bursts through his nose. In a surprisingly short period of time TD pushed his head back into Mike's shoulder and pressed the side of his forehead against Mike's jaw and moaned. This was followed by TD going, "Ohhhhh....Ahhh" A small circle of wet appeared at the crotch of his pants....then a long "Ahhhhhh" from TD and the wet spot spread and then spread again.

This kid has a tiny dick but apparently big balls and they were generating a hell of a lot of spunk. He was humping gently on Mike's lap by now with his eyes closed tight and he was taking long, deep breaths. Then he just collapsed limply against Mike who said, "Did you just pee your pant, Tiny Dick?" Joey shouted out, "Tiny Dick just cam in his fooking pants". Kids from across the play ground looked over and frowned, not believing what they'd just heard.... they stayed where they were. We laughed and made fun of Tiny, but as usual, in short order, he was laughing with us. Tiny Dick was being such a good sport that everyone ended up patting him on the back and squeezing the back of his neck or rubbing his buzzed hair. He casually pulled his shirt tail out to cover up the large cum stain on the front of his pants. His face never even got red.

After a little while Mike walked Tiny Dick off, draping his arm over Tiny's shoulder while talking quietly to him about God only knows what. Mike had done that to me after humiliating me on the boardwalk last summer ..... that time he was pretending to give me a spanking, with me laying over his lap, in front of hundreds of people. Tiny really hung close to Mike after that first wanking and Mike wanked him twice more in front of the guys within the next two week. It certainly didn't look like Tiny Dick put up much of a fight. By now I was getting wicked jealous. Tony didn't look real happy either. Then there was a period, for a couple of weeks, where Mike would drive Tiny Dick off on his motorbike two or three times a week. When they showed up later they both looked like they had just gotten away with something. For my money, Tiny Dick stayed too close to Mike too much of the time. Yeah, I have to say that for a few weeks neither Tony nor me were real happy with the Mike and Tiny Dick act.

I resisted asking Mike what was going on because Mike did not put up with me questioning him. Plus, Mike and me had continued our hot experimenting in adolescent boyfriend sex ......as Mike referred to it.

One day back then after school, as I was waiting for the bus, I spotted Mike and Tony on the other side of the school grounds arguing. It looked like they were going to come to blows which would not work out well for Tony. By the time I ran over to them 'something' had been resolved. They didn't seem too happy with each other for a couple of weeks. That slowly faded away. The activity between Mike and Tiny Dick faded away too and then totally stopped. Just like that it was over..... whatever "it" was. Since then Tony and Tiny are together a lot of the time. I haven't heard any of Tony's girl pick-up stories since then. Whatever, I'm grateful that Mike is not playing with Tiny Dick anymore. Really grateful because, believe me......that green headed monster called jealousy, is a bitch to deal with!

We have all been getting along fantastically since that incident happened about four or five mouths ago now. Tiny Dick has been a great addition to the gang.

For example, his party tonight. Before we headed out to that party Mike wanted to stop at my house so we could change out of our going-out-to-dinner dress clothes. These consisted of front-pleated khaki long pants and a button up the front shirt. When we were hanging up our clothes Mike mentioned that I looked like I wanted to ask him something. I knew exactly what he wanted me to say so I didn't disappoint.... in a pretend shy voice I said, "Oh yeah, can I please, please suck your cock, Mike?" He suppressed a chuckle and pretending to be exasperated said, "OK, but make it quick!" I did NOT make it quick and Mike eventually growled out, "Jeez , Richie.. grab that lube and get on all fours. Now you got me horny for screwing that tight hole of yours..... god damn you!" I reached over for the creamy Vaseline to give to Mike

and then dropped my hands to the floor. I'm always naked when I suck Mike's cock and I'd already been on my knees. Mike was only kidding about being mad... he loved to fuck me doggy style.... I kind of loved it myself.

There is very little foreplay when I'm on all fours........ the foreplay had been me sucking on his cock for 10 minutes. Mike grabs my skinny hips and positions his rock hard lubed-up boner at my hole and when I feel it there I try to think "be relaxed"....he pushes the fat head of his cock in me as I stifle a scream and he pushes all the way in and then slowly all the way out. It hurts like hell, but not for long. After my rather bizarre experience with our neighbor Tom Brown, I'd suggested to Mike some time ago that he try slapping my ass when he's fucking me. Mike caught onto this idea real quick. It gets Mike very hot and it gets his cock as hard as a pipe. He'd methodically push his pipe deep inside my hole and as he's pulling it out he'll slaps my ass hard. This goes on for 5 to 10 minutes, but when he really gets into the fuck he eliminates the slapping part and just holds on to me and rabbits in and out of my hole as fast as he can go. We haven't learned to be patient yet...we rush to our climaxes........ squirming and squealing.

Mike has told me how hot he gets from smacking my ass and I sometimes wonder if I should ask him to reproduce the experience that Tom Brown gave me. Of course that would mean I'd have to tell him about the Tom Brown affair and I'm not inclined to do that just yet. The affair I'm referring to happened last February or March. The entire thing lasted only a couple hours. So far, a one time only thing. He'd forced me to accept a very painful spanking from him..... but after the spanking Tom did a number of things that gave me tons of pleasure resulting in a wild climax. Really made me feel special and pushed the spanking part way in the background of my mind......Tom has a real talent with that spanking fetish of his.

I've never been brave enough to ask Tom for another spanking........ and he was emphatic that that is the only way it can happen. I have to ASK him to please give me the hard, bare-ass spanking. Then the pleasure things he can do would follow that. Tom Brown will be moving out of the neighborhood this summer so my temptation to ask him will soon be gone.

This night, on all fours with the pain from Mike's initial penetration fading, I first anticipate and then feel the whack on my ass from Mike's open hand. It's not a pretend smack....it's hard and it stings! He's pulling his fat boner out of my hole when the loud smack sound and simultaneous sting of pain comes and I involuntarily grunt with each smack ........ then he drives his fat boner all the way back in and I go "Ahhh..Ohh" and then the slow retraction and.... smack! If I don't react to the smacks.... Mike makes them harder and harder; .....just like my boner gets.

I buck each time he smacks my ass and it all gets Mike hotter and hotter....then the rabbiting of my hole when Mike can't hold out any longer..... I can't hold off either and shoot off a long, strong stream of cum followed by other smaller ones......and then that erotic squishy feeling in my hole as Mike empties his nuts of spunk deep inside me....that spunk is soon running out of my hole and drooling down my thighs as I pant and try to come down off that fabulous climax high......

And this time, before TD's party, was no different. After he's shot his load, Mike either lays on my back or pulls out and sits on my back as he calms down and enjoys the after effect of a hot climax. I stay up on my knees but rest my head on my forearms as I enjoy the feel of Mike's body on my back. This time he stayed inside me and laying on my back, out of breath, he said in my ear...."Richie, want to hang around here and do it again in a little while?" I said, "Sure." That's what we did which caused us to pull up to TD's place late....it was after 10pm. There were many more kids at the party than just our gang....word of a 'parent-less party' spreads like wild fire. We knew most of the kids even though we didn't hang-out with them. Quite a few of the kids were already drunk... including a number of girls. "Why the fuck do all the huge, fat girls insist on wearing tight spandex clothing that shows off the rolls of fat around their stomachs and hips?" Mike muttered to me. I said, "What?"

We met up with our guys and right away Mike had to brake-up what could have been a nasty situation between Kyle and one of the A & F snobs. The dispute involved the snob's girlfriend and Kyle's repeated use of the word "cunt". The music was loud and a lot of kids were dancing and a lot of others were yelling and it was pretty much bedlam. Mike mediated for Kyle and the snob and when that crisis was over we got big plastic cups of beer. Soon there was a ten person drinking game going on. When you lost a round you had to chug directly from the keg's spigot which was on the end of a short hose. It was funny to see the girls try to gulp right from the spigot hose for the allotted count of ten....beer was coming out of their noses and gushing out of their mouths almost as fast as it went in. Lots of hooting and hollering going on....no small amount of throwing up too. The girls insisted on playing the game with the guys and they kept losing and having to chug from the keg. All the guys used sports references in the game and the girls were lost. Finally it was just four guys left which is too few to have any fun with so we quit, but the game had got us all high.......higher than a kite can fly ...oh me, oh my..

Around 11:30 I went in the wrong door while trying to find a bathroom and after all this time I finally saw Tiny Dick's tiny dick. Tony was sucking it.....TD saw me come in, but Tony had his back to me and was oblivious. I put my finger to my lips in the "Shhhhh" way to TD and backed out of the room. Tiny's boner was less than four inches long and not too much thicker than my index finger. No matter the size, I had a boner in my pants watching the blow job for just those 5 seconds or so. Tony and Tiny......I'll never tell. Not even when I'm sober.

Mike and me were mostly sober the next morning laying in my bed together, but what a couple of hangovers we had. We were so drunk the night before we'd nearly had an accident on the motorbike getting home. When we did make it safely to bed Mike wanted me to suck his cock. I started doing that while I was thinking about Tony sucking on Tiny's little cock .....it was getting me hard and then I realized Mike had fallen asleep. I thought I was going to keep sucking him anyway, but I fell asleep too. So the booze conquered the sex. I made a note to myself to remember that fact the next time I wanted one more drink.

That morning after the party, as I lay in bed with that wicked hangover, all I could think of was "God help TD when his parents see the condition of their house". By the time that wild party was over it was not a pretty sight. I made the mistake of mentioning this to Mike and even as hard as my head ached he still made me call TD to see if we could come over and help him clean up the mess. TD was so grateful for our help that Mike told me to call the other guys and we all went over and under the stern eye of Tiny Dick's mother we cleaned and picked-up trash, broken bottles etc and mopped and swept.........and it all sucked!! It was two hours before Mrs Dwight would say, " OK .. Thank you, boys! You sure saved Tucker's ass big time!! You all did a great job. I might even forgive you all for trying to destroy our home." I guess that was suppose to be funny....

While we were cleaning TD kept looking at me with pleading eyes and obviously he was worried that I'd told someone about him and Tony. Finally I whispered to him "Hey man....last night, that's your business. No problem. It's cool!" Oh, what a smile I got from that sweet kid. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him and I almost could forgive Mike for doing whatever it was he'd done with TD some months ago.....almost. I wondered for a brief moment what it would be like to do something with Tiny......maybe with Mike involved too.

This might surprise you, but Mike and I had a little experience with three way boyfriend experimental sex.

Yeah, we did..... it was when we visited that cute kid that shared Mike's hospital room after the stabbing fiasco. Donny Something-or-other was his name. He's a year and a half or so younger than Mike and me. I'd given him his first blow job..... apparently it wasn't his last one though. It seems he and his cousin have been doing their own experiments in adolescent cousin's sex. They'd been camping out this past winter and "come out" to each other. Donny is super hot and I thought about that three-way experience with a great fondness....I thought about it often. We never met the cousin because he was too sick with the flu. That's a shame because he sounded hot too. His name was 'Puppy' or something like that.

Mike and me both want to get together with Donny again...his cousin too if possible. It was reassuring to me that I personally knew a few other kids doing the same kind of hot sex experiments that Mike and I were doing. Speaking of that, I'm not sure why, but I'm holding off telling Mike about the blow job of Tiny Dick by Tony. I wanted to think about it for a bit first.

We survived our hangovers and the clean-up of TD's place......barely. Everyone stayed in the night after the party recuperating and then there it was......the first Monday of summer vacation. Mike had to ride out to the farm where his mother worked to sign up for part time work again this summer. My job was still to do everything in my Dad's place that he use to pay a cleaning service to do. Now he paid me to do it. Plus, I run the errants and get my Dad's stuff for breakfast each morning. Other than those chores Dad told me that during the summer I should just enjoy the rest of the day with my friends. He use to slap my face but now, instead, he hugs my shoulders. That is an awesome display of affections from my Dad. I did my chores while Mike was at the farm and then when he got back we went up on the boardwalk to have lunch and mess around.

Wildwood was filling up as the summer residence began returning. By the third week in June we will have trouble moving because this place will be so over run with Summer tourist. Up on the boards some of the guys showed up and we had a blast talking about TD's party. Tony lisped that Tiny Dick was grounded for the first two days of summer vacation because of the mess at his house. If we hadn't cleaned up it would have been a much longer punishment. I stared at Tony until he said, "Why you staring at me, Richie?" Then I knew that Tiny Dick had not told Tony about me walking in on their blow job. I just shook my head at Tony and I listened to all the guys trying to out do each other describing the absurd things each of them had done at Tiny Dick's party. Lots of exaggeration going on to be sure. Everything was funny...we felt cool and hot and happy to be us........

As the summer days lazily pass by our routine followed pretty much what we did last summer. Most of us had some sort of part time job to take care of. After that we'd meet in the afternoon for a few hours on the boardwalk and then again for a few hours at night. We made fun of people walking the boards and we made fun of each other. We all tried to pick up girls. We also worked hard at looking cool for the other guys who were also walking the boards trying to pick up girls.. and look cool. We rode the rides and ate the food and played miniature golf and went to water parks once in a while. We mostly enjoyed being with each other and the boardwalk served as a fabulous backdrop for that....

Most of us had turned 17 by now and we knew this will be our last year of focusing on the boardwalk. Seventeen is the outside age to constantly hang and goof on the boards. We didn't discuss that....we just all knew it. We didn't say "let's make this a really good summer" either, but we all wanted to do that and enjoy our last hurrah on the boards. We'd have to grow-up next year and do something else in the summer.

Eighteen year olds, if their cool, do not hang out all summer on the boardwalk. We'd have to turn it over to the new 'kings of the boards' .... the coming of age mid teens........Fuck!

Near the end of the first week of summer vacation six of us are on the boardwalk checking out Kyle's new toy. It's a whoopee cushion that Kyle's little brother got as a gag birthday gift. Kyle immediately confiscated it and was developing an act that he hoped will be extremely annoying to the tourist. Kyle does not look like the nefarious naughty boy that he, in fact, is.... He has a mouthful of braces, the light brown haired buzz cut, freckles across his nose.......he's really skinny and he always has a look on his face that conveys a desire to be helpful. Believe me, Kyle does not want to help you. In addition, when Kyle speaks, foul language flows from his mouth.... lots of curse words.

He practiced with the farting toy and adjusted the valve to create different farting sounds. He was ready to go when he spotted an over weight man and woman walking together towards us. When they were one step past us Kyle steps down hard on the paper bag that the whoopee cushion was hidden in and this long, very loud and unmistakable sound of a rolling fart can be heard over everything else. Kyle looks around with a puzzled, but helpful, look on his face... Joey plays his part by pinching his nose while subtlety looking at and kind of pointing at the fat guy and girl. The rest of us go "Euuu/Yuck! Gross ...hey, you set the back of your pants on fire!" And things to that affect. The fat couple get red in the face and to the best of their ability hurry away shaking their heads "No".

We, of course, go into hysterics and plan for our next victim. We get old guys unmercifully and some of them get feisty and yell out at us to 'grow-up' or 'wipe that silly ass grin off your face you fresh punk' or they'll say something like, 'that's real original you delinquents' and stuff like that. This is just the kind of reaction we want and we laugh all the harder. Kyle, and his innocent face, never gets blamed. Mac gets accused of being the 'farter' many times....perhaps because he's on the chubby side. He always says, "I didn't do anything...it was him" or "it was her" and he points to an innocent bystander walking by.

Kyle's best acts were the patient ones where he'd sit on a bench with the whoopee cushion under one thigh, waiting patiently for an unsuspecting woman or fat person or older grumpy looking person to sit down next to him. The rest of us are along the railing next to the bench pretending we don't know Kyle. A victim sits down and Kyle bears down hard on that fart machine and out comes a motorboat rumbling fart....Kyle jumps up and goes "Jesus Christ, pal..." as everyone looks over at the startled victim who starts shaking their head "No" again. All victims do pretty much the same thing. The guys along the railing call more attention to the victim by going... "Gross" That's disgusting!" "Yuck!" and stuff like that as we stare at the victim on the bench. No one notices Kyle whip the whoopee cushion behind his back hiding it from view.

This childish endeavor kept us rolling with laughter for three nights in a row and then we started noticing the same victim we'd gotten a night or two before. The whoopee cushion was put away for later use. The tourist were constantly changing every couple of weeks. We had plenty of other tried and true acts to torture the innocent tourist with, strictly for our enjoyment and laughter, of course..... When that got boring we turned on each other...all in the name of laughs. And then there was the pick-up attempts. Always trying to get a hot girl to agree to a date or..... if you're really lucky, a walk on the beach with you for a make-out and maybe even a feel-up. Some of the guys tried harder at this than others. Torturing victims was much more successful than the pick-up moves. I was easily discouraged and wouldn't try very hard. Mike was successful when he wanted to be because of his unbelievable good looks, but he was always claiming that this girl was to short or that girl was too fat or had a big nose or her tits were too small or.... something was wrong with her. Mike was very particular. In other words, it was all 'business as usual' this year for us on the boardwalk......

The end of the second week of summer vacation Mike said he had to talk with me. We took a walk down off the boardwalk onto the beach and walked near the ocean carrying our sandals. Mike said he knew I was going to pitch a fit and pout and be sad, but he had to take off for 10 days starting the day after tomorrow. His brother, Danny, was done his initial training and was graduating to the next rank up in the Coast Guards. Or some such thing. Mike, his mother, his cousin and his aunt were taking a train to the Coast Guard base at San Diego, California to see Danny graduate and visit with him for a few days. Danny had begged Mike to come see him as this would be their last chance to do it this summer. When the crops start getting ready for harvesting at the farm where Mike and his Mom work.....well, getting off work then was out of the question. It was now or never and Mike wanted to see Danny. He was very tight with Danny...he loved him, he said, as much as he loved me. I don't know if he threw that in to soften me up or if he really meant it, but I liked hearing it in either case.

What could I say. Of course he should go see his brother graduate. We both knew I couldn't go because the train fare was high and, to be honest....I didn't want to go. If it was just Mike and me going.... well then, absolutely I'd want to go. But with his mother, aunt and cousin going too it wasn't worth it.

Mike knows how much he means to me though so he was worried how I might react with him being away for ten days. I tried to react at least as well as a ten year old would and I think I almost made it. We had a loving and sexual farewell the last night and then he was off on another adventure.

I missed him immediately. It was like a living thing....the way I missed him. Ironically, it was a presence in the house...Mike wasn't here. I had trouble catching my breath sometimes. I talked to myself and tried to get myself to grow the fuck up. It was a constant struggle not to mope around, but I fought that urge all the time. The guys helped me a lot by just being there. They knew how I idolized Mike so they took a little pity and paid extra attention to me. Even Mac was nicer than usual. I was down to six days until Mike's return .........that took us to

.....the third Monday of the summer. Unexpectedly Tiny Dick asked me if I'd do a favor for him. It was no big thing....TD's relatives lived in Wildwood Crest. Their refrigerator had stopped working and a Sears repairman would be out to fix it sometime between 1pm and 5pm on Tuesday. Tiny Dick's Aunt and Uncle both worked and so they were paying him $20 to hang around that afternoon at their house to let the repair man in. TD wanted me to keep him company. There was a swimming pool at the house so we could have a swim.........and he'd split the $20 with me. It sounded like a pretty good deal to me. .....I was happy to do it. I know he would have asked Tony, but Tony was working that afternoon.

Tiny Dick had his mother's little VW convertible and we got to his Aunt's place just after 1pm. The Sears van was already parked in the driveway. TD let the repair man in and the guy fixed the refrigerator in ten minutes and was gone. As TD handed me a ten dollar bill he said, "WOW, we really had to work our balls off for this ten bucks, didn't we?" I wiped imaginary sweat off my forehead...... and then suggested we might as well go for a swim since we're here anyway. The pool wasn't huge....it was fifteen feet by thirty feet and the deepest part was six feet.

Not too much chance I'd drown. Both TD and me were already wearing bathing suits. T-shirt and sandals rounded out our outfits. We left our wallets, T shirts and sandals on a deck chair and did cannonballs into the pool.

It was a bright sun shiny day about 84 degrees. Perfect summer weather. We swam for 20 minutes and then raided TD's Aunts refrigerator for beers. After almost two years of forcing beer down to get high most of us guys had finally developed a taste for it. There were three cases of beer in the garage so we replaced the cold beers from the refrigerator with ones from the garage so the Aunt wouldn't immediately notice missing beers. We smoked and drank and swam....it was fun and relaxing. After three beers each the conversation turned to Mike.

Tiny Dick asked me if Mike did any of that wanking stuff to me when I was the new kid in the gang. I wanted Tiny to know that Mike gave me as much and maybe more attention, when I was the new kid, than he'd given to him. I embellished the things Mike had done to me. It got to the point that I'd tell Tiny something and Tiny would, in a very friendly way, tell me something back that Mike had done to him that was even more exotic then what I'd described. We got into a little competition...... almost.

Finally, at a lull in our conversation TD said, "I kind of liked all that stuff Mike did to me. Did you like it when he did stuff to you, Richie?" I avoided that question and asked one of my own, "What did you like more, Tiny ..... Mike's stuff or Tony sucking you off?" Tiny Dick laughed and asked, "Have you ever been sucked off ?" I said that that was personal shit and that I didn't kiss and tell....so ta speak. We were talking in a friendly manner and we smirked at each other as we avoided answering each others questions. It was totally all in good fun, but we were getting a little bit drunk. "Let's get another beer and hop back in the pool" was Tiny's suggestion..... and that's what we did.

This time, in between swigs of beer, we started rough housing with each other a little bit. Wading around in the four foot deep end of the pool we'd swig from the beer bottles then put the bottles on the pool ledge. We were dunking each other and wet wrestling. We both got in a lot of touching and hugging as we pretended to wrestle..... the wet slippery body contact was awesome. I thought it was sexy and I already knew Tiny Dick was into a little bit of friendship sex because I'd seen Tony sucking his tiny dick. TD's tight smooth body was small, but also strong and hot. It was obvious that Tiny wasn't shy about body contact and that he also wasn't shy about playing a little rough. He hurt me a few times with his wrestling holds.....nothing serious, but he certainly wasn't intimidated by my extra size. Tiny had a confident manner about him that I attributed to the beers. He got more provocative with his touching and groping the longer we went at it. I could feel my boner in my swim trunks. It was pointing straight up and as we struggled against each other, I could feel Tiny Dick's boner too.

I had TD around his neck ready to dunk him when he reached around my waist with both his arms and hugged me to his body for maybe 10 seconds. It was not a wrestling hold....it was a hug and actually seemed longer than 10 seconds as my cock got hard as stone. He is short, but has a fabulous natural tight toned body that I'd be proud to have. Tiny Dick's cock stuck straight out from his crotch....a four inch spike. It poked my thigh. I dipped down in the water and when I straightened up I captured his spike in between our bodies....it was between my crotch and his belly and I forced it to point up so the bottom of mine could rub against the top of his. TD giggled and slid both his hands down off my hips and inside the back of my swim trunks. He grabbed a handful of my ass cheeks in each hand and squeezed hard and it hurt, but then he massaged the hurt out of each cheek roughly and did it all over again. I was captivated by this totally unexpected display of dominate behavior. I blew out a long breath and squirmed against his hot little boner.

TD was at least four inches shorter than me so the top of his head was level with my nose. Looking at his face this close up I could see his fair, blemish free skin in all it's glory. He had the same type of pale, clean complexion that Mike has. Very sexy! He buried his face in the side of my neck and sucked at my neck and shoulder causing me to shudder and blow snorts of air out my nose. He was using his lips and tongue at first, but then I felt his teeth and he gave me little quick bites that hurt and then faded away. I was squirming against him and the sensations buzzed around my body. All this time with his hands down the back of my swim trunks he was rubbing and pushing into my hole letting tiny bits of pool water enter with each push. It was feeling a little squishy down there and I began going up on my toes with each push at my hole and then TD, all at once, pushed his middle finger two knuckles deep up into my hole. I was up on my toes as far as I could go now and I scrunched my face tight and moaned, blowing more air out my nose. He fucked me with his finger.

This is a move that little Donny whats-his-name did to me during our 3-way with Mike last spring so I was familiar with the feel of it. I was happy to go along with it too, no problem. My hands had been holding TD around his neck and I let them slide down his back hugging him tighter to me. I was thrilled with his fantastic slippery body. I could feel his head looking up so I leaned my head down and our mouths met as naturally as if we did it every day. Our tongues lapped against each other. Breathing became difficult.

Tiny Dick was not frantic with his kissing. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do and soon the head of my cock had that buzzing feeling that told me pre cum was leaking. Everything about this kid was yummy.

In the warm water all my sensations seemed different and brand new. We kissed and rubbed the sides of our faces against each other moaning softly as we continued to inhale each other's odor. TD whispered for me to let go of him for a second and when I did he used the finger he had in my hole to guide me to turn around and, with my back to him, he hugged me with his left arm around my stomach up tight against his belly. He was slowly twirling his finger in my hole and I could feel some more of the pool water lapping around up my widened hole.

In a authoritarian voice Tiny said, "I'm getting out of my swim trucks, Richie. You just stay where you are!" I liked the way Tiny Dick sounded .... it excited me. It also made me smile and want to play along with him. He threw his trunks up on the pool deck and roughly pulled my suit down just below my ass cheeks. Using his new 'macho' voice he ordered me to, "Bend your knees...squat down a little more." As he gave me that order he was pulling me down by forming a hook with the finger that was up my hole and pulling on it. "That's good. Stay just like that...." Tiny kept up that bossy voice and I could feel my dick get even harder. He put his little boner against my hole and said, "Lean forward more"...when I did he held onto my waist and pushed his entire four inch boner into me. It hurt some, but not nearly as much as Mike

hurts me when he does the same thing. The pool water helped with the entry. It felt so different with all that warm water surrounding us..

Initially I was surprised as hell that TD was fucking me. Then I thought, "Well, am I stupid! What did I think he was getting me positioned for?" I wasn't at all mad. In fact, I was enjoying our adventure. This felt good and like Mike says...we're just experimenting in adolescent boyfriend sex. Right? Plus it did appear, from what TD inferred, that Mike had already done some experimenting along these lines with Tiny Dick months ago. The bulb on the end of TD's boner was much larger around than the shaft of his boner and as he pushed in and pulled almost out of my hole the sensation all along my tunnel was fabulous. I hadn't seen the fat bulbous head of his cock at the party, just the shaft... the head was being sucked on by Tony at the time. His firm swollen cock head was a good size to routinely stimulate my prostrate button and I was pushing back on his thrusts and really feeling sooooo good.

TD said nothing. Instead he got a small piece of skin on my ass cheek between his thumb and index finger and pinched that small bit of flesh hard...... I screamed out in pain. TD held onto that little piece of my ass and said, "Don't push back on my cock, Richie. Just remain very still. In case you don't know what's going on here, I'm fucking you with my cock.....you are not using my cock to fuck yourself. There is a big difference that you need to understand. When I want you to move or change position I'll let you know. Do you think you can handle that?"

It is impossible to believe how much that pinch had caught me by surprise and how much it hurt. Unbelievable! I was confused, but I mumbled "Yeah, OK...That really hurt though. Don't do that again." TD pinched it even harder this time and I cried out in pain, but this time the unexpected sharp pain caused me to lose control of my bladder and I peed into the pool water...my cock had gone limp from the pinches. Tiny confidently said, "Richie, don't tell me what to do and, in fact, don't say anything. I'll pinch you if you talk or move. I'd rather not have to pinch you again so do what I tell you. OK?" I said "Yes. OK...I'll be quiet and still." My response surprised me, but for right then I absolutely did not want another one of those fucking pinches.

Tiny established a steady rhythm of humping my hole.... nothing special or unique, but it apparently was exactly how he wanted to do it because he was grunting and sighing and saying, "This is very good... you've got a good cunt for fucking." His 'cunt' remark was out of line, but it all did begin feeling incredibly hot and my cock was getting hard and feeling good once more. Being dominated by Tiny Dick was a surprizingly big turn on to me and his cock was giving me a hell of a good screwing. It took a lot of self control not to push back on him. I wanted it all to go faster. My cock started twitching and I reached down to wank it but TD grabbed my wrist and said "No!". Oh boy did I need to cum, but 'no' means 'no' so I didn't touch my boner. Shortly I got to really breathing heavily and I said "I'm going to cum, Tiny. I can't hold off" He said, " No, find a way to hold off until I give you permission to cum. It's simple, Richie, don't cum yet... and tighten your fucking pussy ring too ......yeah, and another thing while we're at it, you call be "Tucker". When I'm fucking you, you call me by my real name. Got it?" He continued to have that small piece of my ass skin between his finger and thumb ready to pinch if I disobeyed. Somehow I didn't cum...... maybe I was a little afraid of him...I was definitely afraid of another pinch.

My climax was almost there, the cum was pushing up my boner and that feeling is the best there is, but I somehow continued to hold off as I said, "Yes, Tucker. I got it." My buttocks felt like they were going to cramp up because I was trying so hard to tighten my ring like he wanted. Tucker seemed more pleased with me now that I'd acknowledged his orders and he said, "That's my boy, Richie....hold back your cum and keep your pussy ring tight! Try to tighten it a little more than that. You can do it. Don't worry, I take care of my boys. You'll be fine." I was thinking, 'his boys'?

He reached around and fondled my pubes which, as I looked down through the clear water, I could see were floating around my aching boner and away from my belly. Unexpectedly Tucker then grabbed hold of my boner in a tight fist and stroked it fast. Immediately cum flew out as I squealed calling out "Oh my God ....... AHH Ahhh OHHH God!" and he milked my balls dry. I had spit out saliva all around my mouth when I squealed out to him and it was running down my chin. He casually wiped his cummy hand under my balls, on my belly and in my pubes.....

I knew immediately when he shot his load. It was after quick humping me for a steady three minutes right after he'd milked me dry. I knew when he climaxed because I could feel how his cum had lubed the penetrations and he was slipping in and out easily now. He let out a long whistling sound and then leaning up against me and standing on his toes he started with his lips against my neck with the licking and sucking again. Then he opened his mouth and did six or eight little, fast, hard bites just like he'd done earlier.... his teeth snapping on the back of my neck and my shoulders. It happened fast. At least one of the bites broke the skin because drops of blood dripped down on my left nipple. All the bites hurt, but still I got chills all over my body....... I was shuddering involuntarily as we stood there in the warm water. Neither of us said anything. That electric buzzing feeling was all around my stomach and crotch and legs. I watched stupidly as my cum floated away slowly up against the pool wall.

Finally Tucker said, "Richie, that was hot. What'd you think?" I just said, "I'm bleeding." Tucker, Tiny or whatever I'm suppose to call him ignored that comment. He preceded to tell me what was going to happen next. "OK, I'm going to stay inside you until I get hard again. That won't take too long. Then I'm going to give you a rough fucking. For now, you're going to take little slide steps over to the wall near that 'three foot deep' sign where you'll get a firm grip on the ledge. That's it...easy now, I don't want my cock slipping out of you." He chuckled and added, " I'd have to pinch you again if that happened." Hearing that I slowed down and took shorter slide steps. It was only about six feet to reach the side of the pool.

"OK, good. Hold onto the ledge and bend over. I want to do you in sort of a 'doggy style' this time." I could feel his cock boning up inside me already. That's impressive and I really liked the almost hypnotized state I felt I was in. My cock was firming up too as Tucker rubbed my body.....first my nipples and then down my chest to my belly and finally my pubic area and my balls and my hardening cock. "I like your body, Richie...tall and thin. Back up some more.. Little more...Little more...Yes, just like that..... you'll need a firm hold on the ledge. Don't let go." This was getting to be a more uncomfortable position each step I took away from the side of the pool. Tucker had me spread my feet wide apart and now they were so far away from the wall I had to use mostly my toes and fingers to hold me up. There was much more pressure on my arms to keep me from falling face first in the water.

Tucker had all the leverage and power over me. When he was satisfied I was totally at his mercy he took one of my nuts in each of his hands and began exerting pressure. He was standing inside my spread legs with his boning cock up inside me. He'd randomly pump my hole as his boner grew larger inside me. At first the pressure on my nuts from his squeezes was just uncomfortable, but soon got to be painful.

"Try not to make make a sound, Richie. See if you can learn to take a little punishment pain. OK?" And he squeezed harder. I tried to think what hurts worse.... the squeezed nuts or the pinch I was afraid he'd give me if I squirmed or said something. He said, "Good boy....that's very good. Stay quiet with this too!" and he gave one last hard squeeze and I peed the rest of the beer out of my bladder into the pool ...right through my semi-hard penis. I'd let out a yelp too. The head of my cock burned from the pee stream or the chlorine or something. I took a deep breath but didn't say anything. "Very good boy, Richie!" was all Tucker said. I fet proud to get the compliment......

I could feel his cock was hard as a steel rod now. He was satisfied with everthing apparently and he began fucking my ass. He was dipping down with his hips and driving his cock up and then sideways into me. It was all I could do to keep from losing hold of the pool ledge. This was not the slow rhythm of the first fuck, but rather a rough physical fuck. He was squeezing my ass cheeks painfully during the entire fuck. I was moaning and squirming, barely under control. Tucker's entire act had me aroused big time and after a while I felt the unmistakable need to cum again. It was so difficult to keep the spunk in my balls, but I was determined to get another compliment from Tucker so I ached with the effort. Just when I thought I'd burst he reached around and grabbed my boner and once again wanked me off and I shot off a second creamy spunk load....with tears and mucus running down my face. This whole thing hit me as being totally erotic! I was blubbering and humping my hips as best I could in that impossible position. For the first time that I can remember I shot out as much spunk in a follow-up climax as I'd shot out in the earlier one.

When I was shooting my load Tucker reached around under my belly and helped support me with his arms or I would have fallen face down in the water. He let me adust my feet a tiny bit closer to the wall so my feet were almost flat on the pool bottom. All during my climax he was holding me tight saying "Good boy...good boy..good boy" in this soothing voice like I was his child and I'd just thrown up some bad food or something. Crazy as it seems I did feel like a little kid and I was grateful to Tucker for keeping me from losing my grip on the ledge...and taking care of me. After I calmed down he asked, "You OK now Richie?" I was beat but I nodded my head that I was OK. Tucker took his arms from around my belly and holding onto my hips he humped me for a good three minutes at a fast pace. "This feels awesome", he said to himself.

"Ok, Let me feel you tighten that pussy ring again". I clenched my ass muscles as hard as I could and Tucker pumped me a couple of times and said, "You can do better than that. Don't make me go back to the pinching. We're past that aren't we. Now tighten up." Every ounce of strength I had went into tightening my hole and Tucker tried a few pumps and said "Good...keep it tight." He rubbed his hands up and down my sides, without humping me but with his cock fully in me, continually saying to keep it tight. My face was scrunched-up with the effort. Sweat covered my face as he lazily rubbed up and down my sides and down my back all the time telling me in that soothing voice to "keep it tight".

I could feel the bulb, the head of his cock, expanding inside of me as his complete control of me appeared to aroused him more and more. He said "Here we go, Boy" and he leaned down on my back and wrapped his arms around my belly again and fucked me faster and harder than seemed possible. My tightened ring preventing the swollen tulip shaped head of his cock from slipping out of my hole. He just ram rodded in and out hitting my ring with force each time he came close to pulling out of me. His fat cock head was all over my prostrate and the lightening speed of his penetrations had me grunting and moaning and drolling and seeing stars.

Tucker was grunting and groaning with his efforts too,

but he soon began making squealing sounds and I actually felt his cum stream explode inside me. The lubercating effect of his sperm now allowed his cock head to slip out of my hole right past the tight ring,

but he was driving it right back in along with some pool water. This went on for about a minute even after he'd shot out his load. Then he slowed down like a big old locomotive slowly but surely coming into the station to a full stop. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. Then I noticed my own heart thundering against my chest. I had another boner, but I was short on spunk at the moment....

He pulled out of me and pool water went up my distended hole and cleaned out some of the cum. My urine and both our spunk shots mixed in with the chlorine water and slowly disappeared. Everything seemed quiet and calm. The sun was bright and a small breeze had picked up. It was a normal day in a normal world although it didn't seem that way not too long ago.

Tucker helped me straighten up. He turned me around and said, "Jesus H Christ, my cock is wicked sensitive. What a friggin workout, huh?" Tucker was talking with a laugh in his voice. I thought to myself, forget about your cock feeling sensitive...how about my hole! It was really sore.....as sore as Mike had ever made it. I didn't think I'd better say anything....at least until Tucker indicated we were done for now. But, wait a minute..... Tucker looked just like the regular Tiny Dick always looked. I don't know why I was surprised by that ...... he had his normal "Don't be mad at me" smile on. I shook my head coming back to reality and said, "Your tiny dick is sore? Are you shitting me? I couldn't even feel it inside me." He laughed and called me an asshole. We pulled ourselves up on the side of the pool. Tiny got us a couple of towels.

We took a pull on our beers but they were warm. Yuck.

We quickly agreed that today is going to be our secret. Tucker wanted to know how many experiences like this I'd already had. I told him "Zero". But he persisted and said he didn't mean how many times did I get fucked in a swimming pool. He meant how many times had I been fucked in any fashion at all. I pleaded the fifth....saying again that I don't kiss and tell. He said that that told him everything he needed to know anyway. He evaded my questioning of him about this same topic so, in the end, we didn't know any more about each other than we'd known before today..... except that we knew what we'd done together.

It was still early in the afternoon, but I was thinking we both sort of wanted to get away and think about what happened and what it meant and all. At least that's the way I felt. Tiny must have felt differently though because he said, "Listen, Richie. It would be too easy to just not talk about this and pretend it never happened. Let's not do that. I'd really love to think we can carry forward with some sexy fun in the future....our secret, of course. We've had a fabulous start. Don't ya think?" He was so earnest and sincere, which was normal for him....like he wanted approval. But after that pool experience... I now thought, even though he seems to be just like his old self, he maybe did look a little different to me. Actually, he looked "hot" to me. I looked at his mouth and wanted to taste him again.... feel his sexy body again... listen to his bossy voice again and..... sure, all the rest of it too.

I could feel a real attraction to him. At least to that dominate side of him! and him being so little and almost shy and all...to think I was so easily dominated by him.......it was a mighty big turn-on alright. The number he'd done on my ass hole. Holy shit! I hope I can walk. But then I thought about Mike and decided I should think about this. It was a serious thing and maybe I was being disloyal to Mike.... who I loved. I know that Mike had done some stuff with Tiny Dick and I know the hot time Mike and me had out West with that Donny kid so it wasn't as if Mike and I were exclusive to each other. Still, common sense...... after Tom Brown had turned me on and now Tiny Dick had his way with me ...I positively needed to rein myself in a little and regroup. Get some control of my desires and so forth.

Considering all these facts, I said, "It was awesome, Tucker. I want to do it again soon. You rock dude and I love the way you take charge of me. It gets me hotter than hell. You wore out my ass, man. It was such a great surprise. No offense, but I never expected this wild side of you. I got so hot when you told me I had to call you 'Tucker' .... Tucker. ha ha ha" I had a big smile and he smiled back at me with that sweet-natured smile of his. Hard to believe how totally dominate he can be when he wants to be. And, yes.....I know that what came out of my mouth wasn't in line with what I'd just been thinking about before I spoke, but that's what came out ..... guess I was thinking with my dick again.

Tiny was putting his swim suit on when he got a smirking look on his face. He listened to what I said and then told me to stand up. When I was up he said, "That's great you liked it too. And, I think you're hot too Richie. Let me try this out on you. Put your hands down at your sides. Go ahead, Richie, I'm not fucking around here, do it." I got a tingle in my cock so, with a smirk on my face, I stood at attention in just my swimming trunks and stiffly put my hands at my sides. Tiny casually rubbed my buzz cut head and put both hands on the side of my face and massaged the sides of my head. He squeezed my bose and pushed his finger in my mouth and I sucked it a little. He flipped my lip up and, standing on his toes, licked across my front teeth. I figured he was doing these things to more or less, prove to me he could. I stood still for him. He said, "This is a little inspection I'm going to give you before the next time I fuck you and you'd better be aware of it and know how to act. You're doing good so far."

He squeezed my nipples and told me to put my hands over my head. He looked closely at my armpits and pulled at the little bit of hair I have there. Then down to poke at my belly button. He put his face against my belly and licked and sucked it. My cock stood straight out, tenting my bathing suit. He felt my balls and put his other hand down my swim suit in the back and stuck that same finger up my ass that he'd had up there earlier. It hurt this time. "Stay still" he reminded me. Fingering me with that finger he took his other hand off my nuts and roughly pulled down the front of my trunks and fastened them awkwardly under my balls. My cock was so hard it ached.... for the third time today he began jerking me off. It took at least ten minutes to cum, but I thought I was going to cum from the 2nd minute on... so it got to be a feeling of pleasure/torture before he was done.

When I cam it wasn't much....the third time in an hour or so. Tiny just nodded his head and said, "Man, you're doing OK. You make a great 'submissive' for sex games. This is fun and I can't wait for next time. By the way, Richie...you ever do much rimming?"

I said, "What?" He laughed and said that I'd be doing some next time, but don't worry about it now. We got our T shirt and sandals back on and Tiny drove me home. I could sit, but it was sore. Both of us were in a real good mood and I wanted one last kiss or something, but Tiny just said he'd see me up on the boardwalk that night. Or was it Tucker who said it? ......

Nothing special happened on the boards that night. Tony and Tiny Dick were the same as always. No special looks from Tiny Dick and no bossing me around or anything like that. I did get a couple of boners looking at Tiny at various times and thinking of what the two of us had gone through just that very afternoon. I called him "Tucker" two different times,

by accident. It's hard not to wonder if Tony was the sub for Tiny Dick like I'd been or if it was the other way around. After witnessing Tiny Dick's act earlier today though I couldn't imagine him being anything but dominate. Of course, maybe they didn't play any games at all. The only thing I knew for sure about them is that Tony sucked Tiny Dick's cock at the party a few weeks back. Other than that, I knew zip!

I got to ride Mike's motorbike while he was away so that was a real treat.....sore ass and all. It takes 40 minutes to walk back from the boardwalk to my place but less than 10 to roll there on the bike. Plus, I felt cool riding Mike's bike. I tried to sit and ride like he did. Nights without Mike weren't any fun, but I only had six more to get through. Not being able to sleep I analyzed my adventure with Tiny....excuse me, with Tucker. I got all excited again and had a fabulous wank with spunk all over me. Holy shit! that was number four spunk today.......

That night before sleep I thought about things. What is it about me and dominate boys? This was a topic I'd never really given any serious thought to before. Mike, of course, was dominate to me from the first second I knew of him. He had called me across the street to hold his bike while he extracted his pant leg from the bike's kick stand. Everything about the way he dealt with me was dominate. He just assumed I'd do what he told me to and.....and I did. The thought of not doing what Mike said never entered my mind...not in any kind of a serious way. It still doesn't.

He made me want to do it..... right from the beginning I wanted to please him for some reason. Then there's Tom Brown. He dominated me alright, but in a more physical and in a 'blackmail' kind of way. He physically controlled me with his arm around my neck, cutting off my air, and then he made me go along with the spanking to keep him from telling Mike about what he manipulated me into. All of the stuff he would tell Mike would be a distortion of what really happened, but I didn't think Mike would take it in very well. Best to submit to the blackmail. And then there was Donny whats-his-name out in the mid-west. Mike was in charge of the entire three-way sex-a-thon of course, but when Mike wasn't ordering us about.... Donny assumed he was then in charge of me. He'd order me about and, as I mentioned earlier, he did that finger up my ass move too.

Why does everyone that I have sex activities with just assume I'll be submissive to them? Because I am? Is it as simple as that...... If so, then why am I submissive to them? Other than it's a wicked hot turn on for me, I don't have an answer. Hmmmmmm?

Well for speculation, maybe it's that I don't think I'm as good as they are.... there is that thing about my Mother never loving or even taking any interest in me. She simply had no nurturing instincts what-so-ever. She was... and is a cold hearted woman with a heart of stone. I guess if you're a person, like me, who's own Mother never liked him.....well a person like that can't feel very good about himself. It's easy and maybe natural to assume something is wrong with him.....me. Just about everyone is going to be more important than me. Right? I'm not worthy to be in charge of anyone or anything...... right?

Maybe anyone's attention is better than no one's attention. I was important enough to Mike that he expended the energy to embarrass and humiliate me and then, luckily.... by some quirk of fate, he discovered he really did actually like me. Of course I'd idolize someone who finally liked me........who maybe even loved me sometimes. That makes sense about Mike, but what about Tom Brown and Tucker and Donny? Is it possible I'd learned subconsciously that the way to get noticed is to be submissive......... and that submissiveness just evolved into being sexually exciting to me ..... and this was also subconscious. What a headache this whole convoluted puzzle gave me. I got up and took some Tylenol with a glass of water and tried to blank out my mind for sleep.

It worked...next thing I noticed was the window fan blowing in rain. I turned it off and got out of bed to do my jobs around the house. I stayed in and nursed my sore ass...a rainy day left few options for fun. The tourist would clog up the movies and the boardwalk arcades. Best to hunker down at home and think.

That night I lay awake again missing Mike. He was usually on my mind and that night I started thinking about Mike and me and Donny whats-his-name. The sexy fun we'd had together. It was made possible becaused of the Spring Break project assignment. Surprise, surprise! Mike and I chose each other as project partners. The assignment was to do a written report about someplace we went on Spring Break that we'd never been to previously. Naturally they meant like an Art Museum or a tour of Philly historical spots and things like that. Not a trip to the mid-western part of the United States. But, we'd gotten that invite from Donny to come out and visit and Mike was hot to do it. He got his mother behind the idea and she contacted Donny's parents and did all that 'parent' kind of thing. She also got my Dad to OK it for me and to pay for my bus ticket. Mrs Sullivan can be quite persuasive at times. Mike is the apple of her eye and her 'apple' wanted to go to Kansas so that pretty much was that......we were going to Kansas.

Not being able to sleep again this night I tried to recall as much of that whole adventure as I could....it isn't the first time I'd thought about Mike, Donny and me rolling around in the hay, so ta speak.....

The bus ride itself was a real-deal adventure. Jesus!

Thirty-six hours straight through. Well, not straight through......we stopped for quick food breaks, but not long ones and not as many as we wanted. Drivers changed and the passengers changed, but Mike and me went all the way to Kansas. Before that trip, I'd never seen anything except a little bit of New Jersey and a little bit of Pennsylvania. It was interesting sitting there watching the country go by outside the bus window.

Mike and I didn't talk for hours at a time. We fell asleep when we felt like it and bought junk food whenever the bus pulled into a terminal. At all the terminals along the way you see lost looking teenage boys hanging out. Mike thinks that they're run-a-way kids. Most of them look dirty and tired and others have flat, dead eyes. I didn't see a single smile out of any of them. Of course, some of them pan handled and some solicited their bodies. It was a serious downer and it made Mike and me look away..... a little scary.

We tried giving a dollar to a few of them but they were surly and ungrateful. They complained we only offered a dollar. "Hey, big spenders!! A whole fucking dollar!! This your allowance money, sweety? I can't even get a coffee for a fucking dollar you cheap ass-wipe!" They never gave the dollars back though. If someone talked to Mike like that back home teeth would be flying out of somebodys mouth. Here, Mike just gave them the finger as a challenge and looked at them hard. Nothing happened, they just turned away and ignored us. We stopped offering money and did what everyone else did....we pretended the run-a-ways didn't exist.

One of the great things about a bus ride is that the movement of the ` bus always gives me nice boners. Something to play with as we wile away the hours. Ten or so hours outside of Kansas we got off at a rest stop and picked up some popcorn and cokes. It was around ten o'clock at night. The stop was only a 15 minute one so we hurried to get back on the bus. Our stuff was near the back of the bus, but it was slow going getting back there. Some activity was going on that had the line of passengers stopped in the aisle. I looked around the old lady in front of me and it looked like a homeless person had gotten on the bus while everyone was in the terminal. For some reason it was taking a little time for each of the passengers to get by this character. He was sitting in an aisle seat commenting to each person who passed by. I could hear a lot of profanity coming from him and not much of anything in the way of comments coming back from the passengers.

The old woman in front of me was shaped like a pear. She had tight little gray curls close to her pin head.

A little boy, probably the lady's grandson, was her traveling companion. He looked to be about six or seven years old and he had a pin head too. The blackest hair I've ever seen was evenly buzzed to about 1/8th inch all over his little pin head. That made me think, with a smile, that maybe he'd like to join our gang when he gets older. The line was moving slowly and I could hear the homeless bum more clearly as we got closer. He said to this lady in front of the pear-shaped lady, " I've got a massive erection under this blanket and I'm going to let you touch it."

She said "Oh my God!" and moved passed.

My guess is that it's been many a year since this indiviual had an erection, massive or otherwise. A bottle of cheap wine is much more likely to be in his lap. He didn't have a blanket, but rather a dirty towel on his lap and something was poking up under that towel. If it was his erection it definitely would qualify as massive, but my money's on the wine bottle theory. This guy looked to be about 50 years old. A week or so worth of white whiskers covered a lot of his face, but his long haired pony tail was mostly brown. There was a large dirty, red bow tied at the end of the pony tail and he kept whipping his head from side to side causing the red bow to snap at each person who managed to get by him. A large green trash bag was on the aisle next to pony tail man......that was what was causing the delay getting past. The derelict would say. "Don't fucking think about touching my private shit. A trash bag is my fucking personal choice of carry-on luggage......I'm no fancy homo with leather shit or cunt with their little useless ear rings and purses..... so step carefully you maggots.... or I'll pee on your leg." I couldn't help but notice he had teeth that were much too large for his mouth. Big, square, yellow horse teeth. He was very drunk too.

After staring at the hideous face and head....I began noticing the rest of him......he was wearing three or four overcoats and he had mis-matched ski gloves on. I initially thought he was huge and that his little head simply didn't go with that huge body. Now I could see his size was made up mostly of overcoats. He said to the pear lady's grandson who was standing closest to him now, "You will be a circus performer...as an animal." The grandson said, "Fuck you!" Pear granny said, "David!" and they began to shuffle past the trash bag. The homeless bum displayed all those big, yellow teeth as he cackled and hooted at the "Fuck you" comment. I could see the derelict's thick, mottled ankles sticking out of his filthy pant legs.....the over sized ankles looked like they were stuffed into his beat-up shoes. Were they swollen?

We were up next to the trash bag now and the odor of cheese..... cheese that had gone very bad a very long time ago permeated the air. I thought it was coming from the trash bag but I could tell up this close that it was coming from him. It got worse every time he'd whip his head and pony tail around. He looked at us and said, "Why are you holding your pretty nose?" I wasn't holding my nose, although I wanted to............ so I looked behind me at Mike and he was the nose holder. Mike talked in that odd voice you have when you're holding your nose and pronouncing each word slowly he said to the cretin, "You... are... a.. human... bowel... movement." The bum went into hysterics with cackling and snorting through his nose and slapping his obscene head. We inched on by him.

Things moved very quickly once we got by the derelict and Mike and I got back comfortably situated in out seats. I couldn't stop laughing at Mike's comment. Mike was disgusted at the entire incident, but he was giggling too. Mike was sincerely pissed that this bum could intimidate everyone and waste everybody's time by holding us up.... and, most of all, the bum didn't give a shit because he knew there isn't a damn thing we can do to him. All of that reality still didn't stop us from letting the giggles become contagious. We got worse and worse with the giggles until we were like two nine year olds.

Shortly we heard the bus driver trying to get past the passengers in the aisle as he was calling out for the homeless man's ticket. The homeless man yelled back, "You can kiss my boil covered ass with that ticket shit!" This made Mike and me laughed all the harder. The harder we tried to stop the giggling and laughing the more we did it. It was becoming embarrassing because people were straining their necks to see who the reprobates were that would laugh at this situation. If we calmed down for a second, one of us would mumble "Don't start laughing again you human bowel movement ". We'd start right up again. It was ten more minutes before a cop and a bus employee finally were able to bribe the bum off the bus with a pint of whiskey. They held it out in front of the bum like a carrot on a pole in front of a donkey .....to keep them moving, the donkey for the carrot and in this case the bum for the pint. It worked....lots of cursing and name calling from the bum, but in the end it worked.

Who knows what happened when he got off...probably nothing because none of the authorities wanted to touch this particular human bowel movement. A number of us forced opened some windows and we rode along for a half hour or so before the breeze neutralized that cheese smell. We were exhausted from laughing so long and so hard. Mike became grumpy after the laughing fit finally ran out of steam. He was tired. When he fell asleep I reached over to hold his hand. It would be better if he were exerting a little pressure on my hand too, but I made do. The next thing I know is Mike whispering in my ear waking me up. I looked at my wrist watch and it was 4am. Mike explained, "Everybody on this bus is asleep. Maybe the driver too for all I know....or care. And, there isn't anyone across from us so it's perfect." I said "What?" and Mike wiggled his limp penis at me. He'd opened his pants and belt and pulled his cock through the boxer shorts pee slit. "Get going, Richie. Boy, do I need this."

I panicked for a second...a blow job on a bus? I told him he was delusional. "You did it in a hospital Richie...Christ, after that this is no big deal....this is child's play." Mike sounded in a good playful mood again and I wasn't going to ruin that so, after I feigned irritation, I took hold of my second favorite penis in the world. Mine is my first favorite, in case that was too subtle. He was a little funky smelling after 30 hours on a bus, but it's my Mike's funky smell so that's OK. It was a lot of fun sucking his cock with that rolling bus motion setting the tempo. Mike rubbed my head and the back of my neck as he tried to keep his moans quiet.

Naturally I cam before he did. I cam just from sucking him off. Mike gets me wildly hot. He's so perfect and beautiful and I started feeling so lucky to be his boyfriend..... my cock got rock hard and with Mike rubbing my neck and all...I just blew a huge load in my pants. He chuckled because he could see me humping my hips as I lay over sideways on the seat blowing him. There was no mistaking my body language....I was climaxing. I continued sucking his cock. He squeezed the back of my neck and my shoulders....I could feel his affection for me and my eyes filled up. Then, without even a pre cum warning, a long stream of cum exploded out of Mike's cock and over flowed my mouth. Now Mike was humping his hips and holding on to my shoulders for dear life. Five or six spurts of cum followed. Those I swallowed, but it was a little messy on Mike's lap from the initial overflow.

He was a while calming down. "That was awesome, Richie." He whispered to me as he leaned down over me. He added, "Thanks, buddy. I needed that." And then, just to be a ball buster, he asked, "Did you have a little accident in your pants a while back?" I grinned and nodded my head as I realized that I wanted to kiss him.... so I did, right after I sat up. I told him I loved him too. He said, "Right back at you, Dude." We cleaned the cum up as best we could and with my head on Mike's shoulder we went to sleep. Next thing I heard was, "Kansas City ...20 minute stop over." We were there.

Mike acted very antsy when we got off the bus. He doesn't feel comfortable in new situations. I watched him as he nervously looked around. He squints his eyes a lot when he's unsure of himself....that's his nervous habit. He's also quick to snap at me when he gets like this. It reminded me of how he acted when he first came in my house that first night almost a year ago. "Are you sure this is where we're suppose to meet them?" Mike asked me. The inflection in his voice inferred that I'd screwed it up somehow. I know not to challenge him when he's feeling vulnerable so I didn't mention that it was his mother who made the arrangements and written them all out for us. I just said, "Yes, I'm sure Mike." Then we hear, "Mike, over here." It was Donny, closely followed by a nice looking man and woman who were obviously Donny's parents. Mike squinted and then frowned and muttered to me, "maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Richie." I quickly whispered back, "It'll be great, Mike. You'll see." And they were all around us showing big smiles.

As I said, they are a nice looking family. Mrs James was pretty and Mr James was good looking too. They seemed too young to be Donny's parents. Mr James was a little bit shorter than me. "My goodness you are two handsome boys." Mrs James gushed. "Tall too" said the father. They were real nice and Donny was so polite around them I hardly recognized him. Hand shakes of one type or another all around and we were off. They drove a regular car...a sedan, which surprised me. I was hoping for a horse drawn buggy or at least a fooking pick-up truck. We're in Kansas for god sakes.....farming country in middle America. I smiled at Mike and he squinted back at me with annoyed frowns instead of smiles.

The ride took over two hours and it was awkward because the conversation hardly ever got off the ground. I tried to match up Mike's farm experience with the James family farm but Mike was grumpy and said he didn't know anything about farming. It was a commercial tomato farm he worked for, not a regular farm. Whatever that meant. Mr James tried a number of topics and finally hit on 'wrestling' which he'd done all through High School and college. Much to everyone's relief, this got a fairly good exchange going for quite a while..... Mike being a High School wrestler and all. During the wrestling talk I tried perving Donny who was next to me in the back seat. Me in the middle of course, Mike would never sit in the middle.

Donny was short....a little shorter than Tiny Dick even. It made me think about Donny's dick, which I'd had the pleasure of sucking off in the hospital. It, his dick, wasn't tiny for a 15 year old, but it wasn't big either. It was a little longer and fatter than Tiny Dick's tiny dick. Donny had almost five inches of boner cock going for him...yummy too. He had this very clean look about him. Ironically I found out a little later that Donny wasn't as clean as he looked...no big deal, but reality just belied his looks. Nice blondish/red hair and a light complexion with almost perfect facial features. Very, very good looking.....and cute too. I was getting a woody just looking at him and remembering that strong boyish smell I'd experienced when I blew him that time. Donny and Mike didn't look alike at all, but they were both beautiful boys. Anyone who notices that sort of thing would certainly agree with that. I hadn't seen Donny's body yet but he looked very fit.......ya know, maybe from working on a farm.

We all got more comfortable at lunch exchanging info about our lives. Mike and me in a resort town which mean thousands of people in the summer......and then how different it was to live without hardly anybody around like the James families did. I say families , plural, because Mr James has an identical twin brother who runs the farm with him. He lives twenty feet from Donny's house...in an identical house. Weird! That's where Donny's cousin lives. His name isn't 'Puppy' like I thought...it's Doggy. I forget why they call him that. Doggy had a violent flu infection that was very contagious so we didn't see him. Mike, Donny and me got situated in the barn where Doggy and Donny had their 'private space'. It was still pretty cold for Spring, but there was an electric heater and plenty of blankets. They'd also rigged up two twin beds that, when they wanted to, they pushed together to make a nice double bed.......available for some fun perhaps.

To hear Donny tell it they did have tons of fun here ...he and Doggy. Donny and Doggy considered themselves totally 'gay' and made no bones about it. They may have made no bones about it, but they also hadn't gotten around to sharing this information with any of their family or friends. The possible exception being the innuendo from Donny that he and Doggy both had a B/F on the side that they messed around with too. Mike and I were all ears, but details were few and hard to come by. We made do with each other... Mike, Donny and me. Did we ever make do. Donny is not an inhibited kid. He was 'up' for everything. He deferred totally to Mike who he obviously idolized. My boner rarely went down even when it was just Mike and Donny doing something. What a sight those two were together. Donny couldn't get enough and he's the type to get really turned-on .....and show it. It was fun listening to his antics when he was climaxing....fireworks!

Mike would 'suggest' what we'd try from one 'experiment' to the next. Donny and I followed Mike's 'suggestions' to the letter. Our trip was for three days and two night with the James family.....and then right back on the bus. We spent time during the day exploring the farm, but most of our fun happened in the private area with the beds pushed together. It was all FUN...that was the pass word...FUN. We had no serious discussions or petty jealousies or hurt feelings. Well, I'd be the only one that would have been jealous or had my feelings hurt, but I refused to let it happen. I was along to have fun and we'd be leaving in three days so why waste time being stupid. There was a great deal of laughing. One of us would say the 'human bowel movement' or 'kiss my boil covered ass' comment about every ten minutes no matter if it applied to a situation or not. It just got to be one of those things we could not stop laughing at.

Then, naturally, there was a lot of sex. Lots of three-way experiments that had us all covered in cum. The few times Mike was naping or taking a private time, like he has to do occasionally because he's Mike... ...during those times Donny was in charge. Never mind that I was almost two years older and that I was almost five inches taller or anything like that.

Donny just assumed he'd be 2nd in charge. One time he said, "Richie, while we got the chance come on over here and give me some head. I've thought about that hospital blow job a 100 times. I told Doggy and his eyes got this big..ha ha ha. Hurry up Richie. Like right now!!" My objective was that this be a grand adventure for Mike and me...one we'd talk about for years. I wasn't going to let petty things get in the way of that. Plus, I wanted to suck Donny again anyway. So I did what he said.

He smelled just the same as he did in the hospital so I guess it wasn't that the sponge baths in the hospital weren't making it down this far....Donny was just not a slave to hygiene. It was a strong smell down there, but I liked it. Donny also was not a proponent of using deodorants. The first night I didn't notice too much, just a trace....but the second night he had distinct BO under his arms. Smelling him gave me the hardest boner I think I ever had. Everything with Donny was natural. He didn't try to pretend or be anything he wasn't. He was very matter-of-fact. He told me to suck his nuts like his cousin did. The lower I got on Donny the stronger the smell...it was awesome. I was lapping near his hole like I do with Mike, but not over it or right around it. Donny didn't wipe himself too good either.....what the hell, he's only 15. I eventually got his nuts and his prick in my mouth at the same time. When he blew his load as he was pulling out of my mouth.... he was flipping all over the bed. His cum flew everywhere ....we got laughing and he said "I guess you know you're nothing but a human bowel movement, you are aware of this...right?" We laughed a while and all of a sudden he gave me a great hug and kiss.... with a lot of tongue.

Donny kept up with the kissing and rubbing my body while my cock got very hard. I had his smell in my head and it was like an aphrodisiac ...he started rubbing my head and the back of my neck, then started in on my crotch....rubbing my boner through my shorts until I blew my load in my pants.

When we quieted down Donny told me Mike wanted him to see if he could get me to blow my load without touching my boner. Something that Mike is always doing. What the hell, Donny had touched my boner even though it was from outside my pants, but why ruin his fun. He couldn't wait to tell Mike he'd been successful. Other times Donny would tell me to suck on his finger and then he'd stick it up my hole.....about up to his first knuckle and guide me around like that, using his finger, like I was on a leash....he might lead me over against the chair so I could hold on while he humped me or down on my knees to blow him. I loved every second, we did everything with a smirk or a smile...chuckles and big laughs. It was a blast. You human bowel...........

During our stay in Kansas I got to blow both Mike and Donny ........more than once too. Donny blew Mike, but not me.... although I asked him to more than once.

Donny told me that I don't ask him to do anything....I wait till I'm told what the fuck to do...... you human bowel movement ....and then just do it. Damn! We were laughing our asses off. Let's see, Mike screwed me and he screwed Donny and Donny screwed me. I didn't screw anybody. Ya know, the more I think about it the surer I am that I got to get to an assertive training course sometime in the very near future...

Without doubt the hottest 'experiment' at Donny's was the double fuck. Mike and I named it the "double Fuck" after one of the rides on the boardwalk, but that's another story. We did all the three ways that you might expect, like I mentioned.....but this was the one that got all of us off the hottest. It went like this: Mike instructed Donny and me to lie side by side with our legs over our heads, We wrapped our arms around our legs tight to keep them against our stomachs..... our holes were sticking up for Mike. He took a long time lubing us up and doing quite a bit of finger fucking along the way.

Donny and me were touching from our shoulders to the sides of our bubble butt asses. Sharing this submissive position with Donny made it hotter for me for some reason. He was moaning early as he usually does. Mike entered Donny first and pumped him good causing a lot of bounching on the mattress. I watched and it was hot to see Mike's long, fat cock dig into Donny's little hole and open it up wide in quick fashion. There was early groaning naturally...then the groans turned back to moans of pleasure......

Shortly I was getting hard as a bone just from watching, but we'd been told not to touch our cocks. Donny's bonner was stretching the skin around it like it might split open. When Donny started squealing, getting ready to blow his wad, Mike pulled out of him and, breathing hard, pushed his throbbing wet cock all the way in my hole. Tough initially, but I knew pretty quickly what Donny was moaning about earlier........ it soon felt awesome good. Pre cum was steadily dripping out of my cock...just the thought that Mike's cock had been up Donny's hole and now it's up mine with all Donny's juices....well, it all got me as hot as I can get. I was humping back on Mike's thrusts. Mike pulled out and said, "God damn!!

I almost cam...I gotta take a quick break.... You guys get up on your knees." As we did that Mike climbed up on the bed too.

He said, "Line up Donny so you're smelling Richie's hole." Donny and me moved in position and Mike entered Donny again doggy style. He pumped a dozen times and said, "Fuck, Donny....your ass is just as hot as Richie's... I'll stay in you. Donny you can fuck Richie at the same time I'm fucking you. You'll be giving it and getting it at the same time......just a little 'Thank You' for your hospitality, Donny." I was breathing hard and leaking even more now. Donny gulped as he grabbed my hips and roughly pushed his boner at my hole, but missed. He was super aroused with Mike's huge cock solidly filling his hole. Donny's fingers were digging into my hips as he lined up and this time drove his five in spike in me up to his pubes. He started off grinding in a circular motion with his cock shoved as far up me as he could get it. Donny and Mike took a little while getting settled. They were groaning and moaning. Then the two of them got a rhythm going and they fucked together. Donny was sort of lying on my back and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he groaned with each of Mike's penetrations and moaned with each of his own penetrations deep inside me.....he was really fucking me hard by now.

I was grunting and moaning too. There was a lot of energy being exerted. My breaths were coming fast as my cock twitched and leaked. Looking behind me I could see Mike, with his eyes closed tight, on his knees behind Donny humping in time with Donny humping me. The grunts and wet slaps of our sweaty bodies colliding was all you could hear for five minutes or so. Donny's boner was giving my ass a fabulous ride......it was truly awesome just thinking of Donny getting fucked at the same time he was fucking me. I could just sense that Donny was about to blow....

And sure enough, he squealed out like a school girl and gushed cum into me ....he was considerate enough to have reached under me to jerk me off so we cam together. I thought my pee hole was burned because the cum spewed out so hard. Donny was relentless in humping my hole until Mike filled up Donny's hole to over flowing too. We were covered in cum again. That was something I'll never forget and something I want to do again. In the last morning before we left for the bus Mike had me suck on Donny's cock until it got boner hard and then Donny rode my ass and smacked it with his hand while I blew Mike. I did not last long as I was wanking myself along with the other stimulation I was receiving. Oh my God what an orgasm I had. The other boys followed shortly filling me up from both ends. Donny and I had tears in our eyes when we said good bye. Mike started in with the squinting again......

Those fabulous memories kept me awake and hot for quite a while. Sleep wasn't far off though. I could feel it sneaking up on me. When Mike gets back I'm going to ask him if we can get his Mother to arrange a visit from the Kansas cousins before this summer is out. Would that ever be hot! Doggy is more like me, Donny said. Donny thought of himself being more like Mike. Donny is a trip.....real confident. He screamed at the bus, with tons of people around, as we pulled out, "You're both human bowel movements...."

All this day-dreaming at night was getting me horny, but I'm too tired to do anything about it. The horniness did make me think about Tom Brown. He was leaving in two weeks. It always made me think of Mike, but he won't be back for five or six days. It also made me think, God damn it, I'm going to ask Tom for another spanking before he leaves and I never see him again...he's the only guy who has ever sucked me off . Of course, I know that before he'll agree to spank me again, or anything else for that matter, that prick will make me grovel like mad. He'll do it because I waited so long to ask for another spanking, but what the hell, this is my last chance and I really want that blow job. Everybody else gets one.

I day-dreamed at night a little more and I wondered if I can talk Tom into spanking me while he's naked too. Me laying across his naked lap! Jeez, that sounds hot..... Speaking of hot, maybe I need another swim in the pool with Tucker. That sounds good too! Hmmmm, maybe I'm just so tired it sounds hot and in the morning I'll come to my senses.... ....yeah, maybe/maybe not.

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