As it turns out I did come to my senses and for the time being I dropped any thought of asking Tom Brown for a spanking and I dropped the idea of asking Tucker...Tiny Dick...for another swimming pool party too. In place of those things I got an abscessed tooth. Well, actually it wasn't my idea at all. And, I didn't want to answer the telephone because I was in pain, but it might be Mike so I did. It was Mike.....
He was calling from California to say they were extending their trip a whole week. "Christ, Richie....I had a great time with my brother, but he's off sailing around some god damned place with his Coast Guard buddies now. We figured it was such a bitch getting out here we might as well see some sights. Don't worry though, Richie.... when I get back I've still got what you need and want. Am I right, Richie? Well, am I?" I managed to say "Sure Mike, you're right." My jaw was swollen something terrible and the pain was blinding. My old man was taking me to his dentist in a half hour and for once in my life I couldn't wait to get to a dentist office.
I needed a shot of Novocaine. The tooth had started aching early in the morning....it woke me up about 5am. As the day progressed it got worse and worse... and then even worse until tears rolled down my face. That is an intense, throbbing pain.
In the beginning of our conversation I'd told Mike I had the abscessed tooth and the agony I was in....he said, "Oh, that's a shame." and then went on to tell me how cool the Golden Gate Bridge was.....frankly, I could give a shit how cool it is, but I managed a few
"Wow..kewl!!" for Mike. He can get a little wrapped up in himself from time to time, but who of us is perfect...right? Surprising myself, I realized that I was actually glad when Mike hung up. And amazingly, I didn't even care that he was staying another week. The toothache ruled everything...it dominated me even more than Mike did.
The dentist did give me that shot of Novocaine and almost immediately the pain went away. He said it would be back, but he prescribed some stuff to help me. I had to take one medication for the infection and another one for the pain. The tooth had to come out, but not until the swelling went down. The whole incident made for a lousy five days and then the tooth extraction and another couple of bad days recovering from that. What a crappy week....
As soon as I started to feel good again I realized just how bored I was. All I'd been doing was laying around the house watching daytime TV.....that made me almost yearn for the tooth ache again. Oh my God does daytime TV suck. I rode Mike's motorbike up to the boardwalk and immediately hooked up with Tony and Joey. "Where ya been, Richie? Man, I missed ya. I called your place a couple times but no answer dude. Whats up?" You know, it made me feel so good that Tony was excited about me showing up. I hadn't been answering the phone after Mike's call because I felt too lousy and I just knew Mike wouldn't be calling back. I said to Tony, "Where's that prick Tiny Dick? What you guys been up to?" And we walked down the boards with Joey saying "What? Am I fucking invisible? You homos just ignore me?" I gave Joey a neck hug and we wrestled a little. No boners from Joey though. He's a straight boy for sure..... kinda cute though.
There was something different about Tony that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Same red buzz-cut hair, same odd tattoo and outlandish pirate ear rings.
Same squinting eyes and puzzled look and same sweet, caring nature too. Then it hit me. "Tony, where's your lip stud?" Tony got a pissed-off tone right away... this was serious stuff to him. He told Joey and me about swallowing the fucking clamp thingie when it accidentally separated from the stud. "That god damn thing was $45, Richie. I've been shitting on a plastic plate the last couple days looking for it. I squash up the turds with a fork." Tony's real serious and can't figure out for the life of him why Joey and me are hanging on each other laughing like crazy. "What? You guys thing I should just flush the fucker down the toilet? No way man...that's $45." Just another Tony moment.
We walked on down that boardwalk not looking for anything in particular. This was our hook-up territory and we let things happen naturally. Something interesting usually developed, but if it didn't ....well, we liked being with each other anyway. It's a great feeling, that feeling of 'belonging'. We belonged to our gang and the boardwalk was our turf.
Joey and me were letting our buzz cuts grow out. Joey felt he was getting too old for a buzz cut and I just think my hair looks better when it's longer. We were measuring how long our hair was and it looked like mine was growing out faster than Joeys. It was more than one inch long all over my head. When we were done screwing around with our hair Joey asked Tony how he kept liquids from running out the hole in his lower lip now that the stud wasn't blocking the hole. Tony, of course, took the question seriously and said he was perfecting a trick to attract the babes. As soon as he said "babes" his eyes darted over to me because I'd seen him blowing Tiny Dick way back at the graduation party and Tony hadn't been doing much "looking for babes" lately. I looked away and fired up a cigarette.
Tony showed us how he could get a mouthful of water and put pressure on it inside his mouth causing a thin stream to squirt out through that hole in his lower lip. I had to laugh. It was so bizarre. Tony was very pleased with himself.... Joey rolled his eyes at me as Tony said, "Just one more fucking thing I can do that no one else can." Later Tony got a cup of French Fries and handed one to share with Joey. Joey's gets an incredulous look on his face and says, "No fucking way man. You been playing with your doodies on a plastic plate looking for that fucking stud clasp. I'm not taking no french fry from those fingers!" And Tony's like, "Fuck you then." That's the way it went. Just your routine day on the boardwalk.
We stayed out till around 10pm and then I rode Tony home behind me on Mike's motorbike and went home myself. We hadn't seen any of the other guys and the one I wanted to see was Tucker..... AKA Tiny Dick. I wanted to be sure we were both cool with the situation and both in agreement to keep it to ourselves. I hadn't seen him since he dominated me in that swimming pool almost two weeks ago. It was a hot time in that pool, I'll say that. I like Tucker and I'm just wondering how he'll react when he, Tony and me are all together. I have to believe him and Tony have something going on between them. Tony is always right next to Tiny...kinda like I'm always right next to Mike.
I expected Mike sometime tomorrow. Exciting feelings whipped around my body with the anticipation of our reunion. I let out a long breath thinking about Mike and what he'd want me to do first. Jeez, I swear to God it gives me a boner just thinking about him. That hot blond buzz cut with the twin little hoop ear rings...one in each ear lobe. His face was so cute...well, actually it was beautiful. There really wasn't any getting around that fact. Not feminine in any way though... Oh no, he was all boy, but what facial features. Jesus...it takes my breath away thinking of how hot he looks.. And that body....the feel of it. Awesome and sexy and tight. I love his natural smell... I get dizzy thinking about Mike. I can't wait to see, feel, taste, smell, hear and a lot more of the "feel" of him......can't wait!
Then there's the sex he puts on me. Oh my God, it's hotter than hot. Thinking about all this was too much for me. I had to go in the bathroom and do a slow jerk off thinking about Mike. I was breathing hard when I blasted off a load of spunk up against the bathroom door. Damn, I never hit the door before...what a climax. I felt dizzy again. I always do. Can't wait for Mike. I love him...it's that simple ....and that complicated. He loves me too, but he isn't big on saying so. Sleep didn't come along until around midnight because I couldn't stop thinking about seeing Mike sometime tomorrow. Before sleep though, I had to jerk off again...this time a much smaller cum deposit for the sweat sock I have wedged between the mattress and the wall. Small, but never-the-less it felt like magic..... so hot I squealed out in the dark, alone. Mike is really something.
Did my run to the convenience store for the old man first thing in the morning as usual. We even had coffee together. He said he was looking forward to seeing Mike again too. But I know it was Mrs Sullivan my old man was anxious to see. They had something going between them. Mike was always saying, "Oh shit, I'll be your little brother if they get married." He said that because I'm four days older than him. My dad told me that after work he was meeting Mrs Sullivan and they were going out. I thought, "Great!"
Mike and me would have the place all to ourselves till the wee hours of the morning. I was full time into waiting for Mike and just when I thought I was going to scream from impatience, I got his call. My freaking hands were shaking when I picked up the phone. We both sounded formal during our short conversation.
Jeez, I was feeling real nervous. It didn't seem possible, but I hadn't seen Mike in over three weeks. I'd really made a project out of cleaning up the place and I put clean sheets on the bed and all... It reminded me of the way I fussed over the cleaning when I was expecting Mike for his first night in my bedroom with me. Man, that was over a year ago now. Looking out the window I wondered why he was taking so long to get here. That call was made from his Mother's place.... he said he was getting a ride right over. I looked across the street at the very spot I first saw Mike and his bike....right there. Boy, how that changed my life. We'd been through a lot together since then. God, I feel nervous! Where is he? Then the phone rings again and it's Mike who says,"where the fuck are you, Numbnuts? I'm getting sick of waiting." I go, "What..?" Mike yells at me that he told me he needs a ride over here and what the fuck is the problem?
Jesus Christ, did I ever screw up. I misunderstood he wanted me to get right over "there". I thought he meant he'd be right over here. Fuck! I ran right out and jumped on Mike's bike with my heart pounding from nervousness at the thought of seeing him.... and from nervousness because I screwed up. Mike doesn't like it when I screw-up. I bumped over the curb and revved that bike up. Took off laying some rubber in the road in my rush to get to him.
Mike was tapping his foot standing outside his mother's apartment. He had that same satchel and that same back pack he'd brought with him to my house so long ago. "It's my fucking luggage, Douche-bag. What's so odd about that." That's what he said when I mentioned that he had the same satchel and all as he'd had that first night. His angry response sort of set the tone for our reunion. Mike was uncomfortable about reunions....... he really doesn't like to be uncomfortable so he acts real gruff and tough....and pissed off at me for no reason. I know him now so I just looked down and kind of frowned and bit my lower lip a little. That's after I tried to give him an awkward hug which he shook off. I shuffled from one foot to the other ....waiting.
"Put that god damn back pack on and grab the satchel, Richie. I've had a fucked-up day and it don't look like it's getting any better." I did what he said... but to be honest my feeling were hurt. I thought he'd be happy to see me. I was certainly happy to see him.
It was probably that 'uncomfortable' thing again. I'll just ride it out like always and I'll bet anything Mike gets back to where we use to be in no time at all. We needed to get settle-in with familiar surroundings. Like in our bedroom maybe. I climbed on the bike behind Mike and off we went....driving too fast.
At my house we put Mike's stuff away and I asked if I could get him anything. He said, "The first thing you're going to get Richie, is to get your ass down to the barbershop and get that hair buzzed. I'll tell you the second thing you're going to get when you get back here." I stopped right in my tracks. I'd decided to let my hair grow out, I'd given it serious thought and I didn't think it was Mike's place to tell me what to do with my hair. Hell, my father doesn't even tell me when or how to get my hair cut. I realized I was staring at Mike with my mouth hanging open a little. I do that sometimes when I'm taken completely by surprise and can't think what to say.
"Richie, don't give me that dumb ass stare. Get moving. Right now!" This was weird, but I did start toward the table to get the motorbike key. Mike told me to forget about using the motorbike...he told me to walk to the barbershop. He might need the bike himself and to "Get moving, God Damnit!" I figured, OK I'd had the buzz cut for sometime now and it's not so bad. So hell, to keep the peace I'll get another buzz cut. No big deal. It was a bit of a walk though, about three miles to Mike's favorite barbershop. Oh screw it, I'd walked to places a lot further than that plenty of times. Five weeks ago I'd had my last haircut of any kind and, like I said earlier, it was growing in nice..... but I was determined to pacify Mike. I want Mike to feel comfortable as quickly as possible. The sooner we can get back to the way we were before that West Coast trip of his, the better. He'd gone out to see his brother Danny graduate from Coast Guard school or whatever the hell they call it.
The barbershop was a little crowded so I had to wait. Finally I get in the chair and the barber says, "You're one of Mike's boys, aren't you? Sit up straight! I know how he wants it cut." I was speechless... again! "Mike's boys" "Sit up straight" what the fuck? I did sit up straight, but it was just a knee jerk reaction. Oh, what the hell....I don't care what this old fart thinks. The barber was really bearing down with the clippers and cutting my hair very short. It seemed even shorter than the normal 1/4 inch buzz, but there was nothing I could do about it now. When he was done with that he spent ten minutes outlining with the fine trimmer blade across the front of my hairline and then down the sides to the sideburns making points out of them and around my ears to the back. I'd seen some Hispanic guys with this type of haircut and some black guys too. It was kind of cool... I hoped Mike thought so.
Walking the three miles back I kept rubbing my hand over the bristles on my head wondering why Mike insisted on this. It's probably just to make sure I know who the boss is. That's OK with me because I don't want to be the boss. It's only hair anyway and it's growing back right this very second. I like being bossed around a little bit as long as it's not mean spirited. It gives my weeny a tingle to tell you the truth. Tucker did a dominating number on me in that pool, but it was not mean spirited ...it was sexy. If I told Mike about it though he'd probably beat the shit out of Tiny Dick. I don't want that. And then a thought drifted in from somewhere.... would Mike, maybe.... beat the shit out of me too? If I told him, I mean. Gee, I never thought about that. I'm not telling him anyway so I'll just drop that subject entirely. Although I may think about it some more later....
I primarily want to get Mike back in good spirits. Mike was sitting on the front porch smoking a cigarette when I got back. "Come on over here and let me take a look, Richie" and then, "OK. That's better and I like that razor work, that outlining he did on you is really cool. You look hot now boy. Yeah, Richie's hot!" I was starting to feel better. Mike rubbed my buzzed hair, squeezed my shoulder and hugged me into his side. That was real nice, but then in a stern voice he said, "Don't make me have to tell you again about the haircut. OK?" and he smacked the back of my head a little too hard if you ask me. But, I nodded my head "yes" anyway and Mike moved on to another subject. "I need to get you straightened out Richie. How much money you got left after the haircut?"
I checked and told him. "Good. Come on." and Mike jerked his head in the direction of the bike. Off we went. It was a twenty minute ride and we pulled up to a spot way down the boardwalk....almost where I ran into those older guys who chased Mike and me way back when. Mike got off and walked up the ramp to the boardwalk. I scampered after him. The warm breeze blew in off the ocean and it felt funny as it caressed my buzzed head. We walked into a seedy looking shop that sold leather stuff and cheap jewelry, did tattoo work and sold various other strange looking items.....
a dog collar? "Mike, whasup?" said an over-weight Indian girl.... she had a cigarette dangling from her lips.
Mike told her to get her needle out that this kid...and he nodded his head at me....needs his ears pierced. I said, "Ah, no Mike..I better not..my dad...Err, that is...." Mike said, "Shut the fuck up and sit over there on that stool. Stay still for Satarie." I went over and sat down. "Both ear lobes Sattie, but first..let's see some rings. He's only got $55.00 so what you got in that price range?" In ten minutes we were back out on the boards. My ear lobes were stinging and sore, I had a little loop ear ring in each pierced ear lobe just like Mike and I did not have so much as a penny left in my cargo shorts....the Indian girl took it all. Mike said, "OK. Much better. Get on the bike, Richie." That's all he said............ we went on a long bike ride.
We rode way over to Atlantic City and even further. We rode on long stretches of highway without another vehicle in sight. At times I rested the side of my face against the back of Mike's neck or shoulder and I hugged him tight. He didn't normally let me do this but I didn't detect any resistance so I did it all I dared. Mike felt so strong and he had that Mike smell...... Even though my head was buzzed and my ears lobes ached it was OK with me. And, what an excellent time riding that motorbike with Mike. I remembered that ride we took together after he saved me from those older Hispanic guys over a year ago. That scary affair had started not too far from where I got my ears pierced. Mike had saved me from disaster three times that day....
I didn't care about the buzzed hair or the pierced ears now. It was done and over with and Mike seemed to be coming around. That's what I wanted...I wanted Mike to get back to where we were. I know he likes to control me, but I think he loves me too. He just has a hard time showing it and, of course... he's always suspicious that someone might disrespect him....he has a lack of self confidence that way. I'd never say that to Mike though and I certainly would never think of disrespecting him. We finally got back to the house. My ears were still sore, but now that it was over I was kind of anxious to see how " hot" I looked ...check myself out in the mirror.
I followed Mike inside the house. He was in a quiet mood so I followed his lead and was quiet too. I went right over to the bathroom mirror and was looking at how cool I looked. Mike had only been back in town a couple of hours and he'd transformed my looks to...to what?.....to look like him, I guess. It was OK, I liked it. Mike came up behind me and wrapped both his arms around me tight. "Shhhhh Richie, don't say anything." He rubbed both his hands up and down my body and onto my crotch. I got a boner right away.
He rubbed my cock from the outside of my cargo shorts and I blew out a lung full of air. "You are so gay, Richie. Shhhhhhh. Just stand there. Keep your arms at your sides."
The way he gave me orders...in that confident voice that inferred he KNEW he would be obeyed. It got me so hard as he continued rubbing up and down my thin body. I stood as straight as I could and was very stiff...my cock pushed painfully against the front of my shorts. Mike said, Bend your head down a little" and when I did he kissed and then sucked on and licked the back of my neck at the hairline. Same spot for a couple of minutes and I had to squirm... it was so sensual. I was taking fast short breaths. He had his left arm around my chest and the right around my waist across my belly button. His right arm loosened and his hand went inside my cargo shorts right in through the pee slit of my boxers. He stroked my cock a few times and then got both my nuts in a tight fisted squeeze.
"Ohhhhh oowww. No Mike, please, that hurts. Don't, please." Mike squeezed harder saying "shhhhhh, it's OK Richie. You know you like it. Shhhhh." And then a harder squeeze and I saw black dots in front of my eyes but, at the same time and from a seemingly far distance I could hear Mike telling me how proud he was of me. How he thought I was his number one boy...no one else was even close....I was number one to Mike. He squeezed harder and I backed my head against the side of his jaw and hard against his shoulder. Just when I was afraid I'd pee myself Mike let go of my balls and began stroking my cock. I was so relieved not having my balls squeezed... plus that awesome feeling of Mike hugging me from behind and stroking my boner...it was magical for me....I moaned out his name and he said, "Shhhhh, you're my number one boy Richie...just you, Richie."
It was like a hypnotic state of mind. I felt so good I was drooling and moving my head back and forth on Mike's shoulder. He stopped that by kissing the side of my forehead and telling me how hot I looked. That feeling in my groin was demanding attention and I was doing small thrusts with my crotch and clinching my sphincter tight with each thrust. I wanted Mike to stroke my boner faster or let go of my arm so I could stroke my hot pulsating cock myself, but Mike kept up his slow steady stroking. It wasn't too long before I went up on my toes and squealed out a long noisy whine as my cock exploded with cum. I hadn't had a climax like that since the last time Mike had made it happen....no one could do it for me like Mike could. Shot after shot of cum with me saying, " Mike don't stop don't stop Mike It feels so good, Mike...ohhh " but then it stopped feeling so good and got to that too-sensitive stage and Mike let go of it and hugged me with both arms again while he licked and sucked above one of my new ear rings.
Thank God he was careful not to rub my ear lobe. After a bit he brought his hand up to my mouth and pushed in is fingers. I could taste my own cum on those fingers. I licked them clean and Mike rubbed the slippery, spit soaked fingers up the front of my nose and I smelled my own saliva and the faint smell of nicotine from Mike's cigarettes. I thought to myself that nothing or nobody but Mike could make me feel this good or cum that hard.
After a few moments he said, "Take your pants down, Richie. I'm going to fuck you standing up...right here, right now. You're my number one boy aren't you?
Aren't you, Richie?" I said, "Yes, I'm your number one boy, Mike" I was out of breath when I said that so I looked up behind me to make sure I'd said it Ok. Mike looked me in the eyes and shook his head up and down slightly like I'd done OK. He said, "Get your pants down Richie" and he sounded out of breath when he said it too. I was expecting Mike to want me to suck him off first, but he seemed anxious to fuck me which was fine by me. I undid my pants and pulled them and my boxers down to my knees. Mike had a loose hold on my waist with one hand as he reached for the tube of creamy Vaseline with the other.
I took in a long breath as Mike pushed his Vaseline smeared finger way up inside me. His long boner was touching me sideways across my bum cheeks. Blowing out some air I took another deep inhale ...Mike put more Vaseline in me. We were both quiet. Dumping the Vaseline tube in the sink and positioned his swollen cock head at my hole he slowly wrapped me tight in both arms again and pushing with his hips popped his cock inside me and pushed in all the way. Flashing lights behind my eyes as I squeaked out, "No Mike..it ..don't..ohhh ahh .." He said, "Oh fuck, Yeah!!"
We stood absolutely still with Mike's arms wrapped around me almost lifting me off the ground. His cock was all the way up inside me and the lights behind my eyes were fading when Mike said, "This is so awesome Richie. Oh my God I missed this." He said it all real low almost like he was talking to himself. Then he pulled almost all the way out of me and slowly all the way back in. "Oh God" from Mike and he began fucking me with medium long thrust followed immediately with a pull out and back in again and then out, not fast, but a steady rhythm. Right off I was squirming because in this position he was massaging my prostate almost constantly and I'd never felt anything this good. My cock got hard again... he never fucked me standing up quite like this before and it was almost overloading my senses, but in as fabulous a way as I could ever imagine...
Mike kept up the long thrusts grunting with each one.
He reached down to feel I was bone hard again and nuzzling the side of my face he said, "Jesus, Richie...you are so fucking gay. Damn, man." and he chuckled as he picked up the pace. I was making these little squealie nosies with each penetration as I pushed back against Mike's body. I wanted this to go on forever. He said, "Oh fuck..I'm there already..." and he blew a lot of air on the back of my head and squeezing my body so tight I couldn't breath he pounded his hard engorged cock up inside me faster and faster before going "AGHHHH ... AGHHHHHH" and his cum filled up my hole and drooled out around his cock and ran down the inside of my thighs. My own cock sprayed a small amount of watery fluid that burned coming out,
but right after that it felt as good as anything I could think of.
Mike slammed in and out of me a half dozen times after his climax and then we were still again. Both of us shaking and taking deep breaths and sputtering sounds,
not words. I realized spit was all over my chin and running under and down my neck. My entire body was vibrating and my hole felt oh so good . It was perfect. Mike had me tight up against him still, but he loosened his hold and used one of his hands to lift up my spit covered chin and pull it around sideways so he could lick across my lips and rub his nose back and forth across my cheek. "You are so fucking hot, Richie.... Jesus Christ you are so hot! I missed you so much."
I couldn't believe my ears. Then big kisses on the side of my face and with his lips up against my forehead he said something that I think was "I love you". I said, "What?" We were quiet and after a bit Mike said, "fuck, I got to sit down." He pulled his softening cock out of me as more of his cum rolled down the inside of my thighs. That horrible empty feeling back there would last a while....Mike sat down hard on the toilet's closed seat. I stayed standing and swaying a little trying to think what to do next. Mike said, "Pull up your pants, Richie". I started to, but then I said I'd better get clean ones. Mike said, "Wear those. When we see the guys I want to know my cum is all over your ass. Go ahead and pull those pants up." That's what I did.
Mike finally put his pecker back in his pants and buttoned up. "Well, Richie...I got you all squared away finally. How you feeling." I buckled my studded belt and looked at Mike. He was relaxed and comfortable now. Me too. I gave Mike a big smile .....I couldn't help it. He sure did get me squared away awful fast...a couple hours and I look like a different person and on top of that I'd shot off two spunk loads of my own and I had Mike's huge cum load pretty much covering my ass, inside and out. I was hoping it would dry before soaking through my cargo shorts, but it didn't. It soaked through and then dried. I felt how stiff the shorts were back there and Mike said, "You're wearing those shorts, Richie." That was that.
We were headed for the boardwalk on a late afternoon with an over cast sky and high heat and humidity. We hoped the boardwalk would be cooler than inland with the ocean breeze and all, but there was very little breeze that day. Everyone was sweating bullets. First kid we see is Tiny Dick...Tucker Dwight. He'd had his fun with me less than two weeks ago in that swimming pool and he was looking a little nervous seeing me and Mike walking down the boards straight at him. Mike shot Tiny with his thumb and index finger and said, "How them big balls hanging, Tiny?" Tiny looked at me and I did a barely perceptible head shake back and forth. Tiny brightened right up and gave us one of his great smiles. That's what Tiny does whenever in doubt... or whenever he's not in doubt too. He smiles. That is to say, he's always smiling unless he happens to be in a dominating frame of mind ..
I gotta say it was a giant surprise discovering that Tiny was one dominating SOB when in the right mood and circumstance. I'd had a good time that afternoon with him, but I wasn't about to mention it to Mike. Tiny hung behind Mike a little and when he was sure Mike couldn't see him he grabbed a fist full of my ass and said, "I want you and this ass of yours over that pool one of these days real soon." I said, "Tucker, please don't do that pinch thing. God Damnit, you and me will be rolling around the fucking boardwalk if you do that pinch thing." Tucker said he'd save that for the pool, but he'd been thinking about me and he wanted more of my ass....he called it my pussy. Mike turned around and wanted to know what the fuck we were whispering about.
Tiny said, "Mike, it looks like Richie had wet stuff on the back of his cargo shorts that dried stiff...here, and look over his other cheek too. What did ya sit on, Richie? Something that leaked a wet substance, right?" Mike said, "Well, what was it, Richie?" I just said, "How the fuck should I know. Quit looking at my ass anyway you homos." And off we went down the hot, hot boardwalk.... sweating to beat the band.
Later we ran into Joey, Kyle and Tony. Mac was off on vacation someplace with his family. I didn't miss him all that much. Joey, Kyle and especially Tony were in the process of trying to intimidate a couple of tough looking 13 year old kids. There's that never ending battle to be the alpha dog.... and there is always someone coming along to one-up-you when you think you're "the top dog". This turned out to be one of those "What the fuck are you looking at?" situations. A cute 13 year old with a damn good mean-looking-stare had stared at Tony when Tony was spraying lemonade out the blow-hole in his lower lip. The kid looked over at his bud and smirked. Tony was pissed and, you know, he goes..."What the fuck are you looking at ?" One thing led to another and now it was, "What are you going to do about it?" And like that....a tense scene.... Mike, pretending he didn't know any of them, yelled over "Hey. Why don't you bad asses pick on somebody your own size...."
Tony snapped his head around to say something bitchin back and then saw it was Mike. His face broke out in a big smile, "Yo, dude.... great to see ya!" And the other two chimed in and there was a lot of one arm hugs and smiles all around. The two young teens were a block down the boards by now.... both of them giving us the " finger " ...each of them using both hands, pumping their fingers up and down. Little fuckers! I smiled and waved at them which got them pumping their fists faster and screaming out obscenities that I couldn't make out. I had to laugh. Cute kids, ya got to love em....
Within a minute I saw Tiny nod his head slightly at Tony and Tony scurried right over with his right hand in his baggy shorts pocket playing with himself. Tiny Dick whispered something to Tony and fifteen minutes later those two broke off and headed for the beach. They said something about hoping for a breeze on the beach. Tiny said, "You guys rock!" and with that great smile of his he gave the black power salute, for some reason, and the two of them disappeared down the steps to walk the beach.......and do who knows what else.
Mike lit up a cigarette and blew some smoke rings at a group of girls who looked away giggling. It was cool walking down the boards with Mike. Now-a-days I was the guy that always got to walk next to Mike and when Mac is around he didn't like that a bit. Mike don't particularly give a shit what Mac likes though so I'm right at Mike's side. Every once in a while our bare arms will rub against each other as we swing them while we walk. I love the feel of Mike. When my arm rubs against his I want to lift it to my nose and see if some of his special smell rubbed off....He gives me boners without him even being aware of it.
I've tried to walk like Mike..it's definitely a swagger, but I just can't do it right. I do the best I can with it though and it feels cool walking like that and smoking, with a tough look on my face..... almost daring some guy to say something smartass to me. By now I not only knew the guys in our gang but maybe twenty other guys...at least I knew their names. We were "somebody" on the boardwalk...the " in " guys. Mike was "the man" of course and the rest of us lived off his reputation.... and Mike's brother's reputation from earlier years was part of it too.
We all rode the double shot, ate pizza, smoked cigarettes and later on near supper time we picked up a couple of cute girls who had asked Mike for a light.
Since there were four guys and only two girls Mike let Kyle and Joey take the girls down to the beach. Maybe they'd get laid....or at least make-out a little. Mike and I walked back down to where we'd parked the bike and we rode home. Mike said he was tired. He seemed more like his old self and I had a hard time keeping my hands off him. He is so cool with everything he does or says.....man oh man, I'm hooked on Mike Sullivan something wicked. I hugged him tight around the waist on the ride home and he let me do it. Jesus, did I have a hard on. It ached and leaked and I couldn't wait to get in bed with Mike.
We arrived safely at the house and Mike said he needed a shower bad..... but when he was undressed he said he needed me to suck him off even more than he needed the shower. I took the rest of my clothes off because Mike insist on me being naked before he'll let me put his cock in my mouth.. We were both sweaty but without hesitating I took his soft cock in my hand and licked it from his balls to the head....on all sides too, and then sucked it inside my mouth and tongued it and got it all slippery and wet with spit. I pressed my nose into Mike's damp pubes. I had quite a challenge lapping off the remnants of the Vaseline, cum and my ass juices from the earlier screwing Mike had given me. ... all of it mixed in with Mike's sweat. When I'd cleaned up Mike's cock real good I finally got down to the true Mike taste. Yummy...
Just when I was feeling dreamy he unexpectedly smacked the back of my head and told me to look up at him while I was blowing him, "Keep your eyes looking up, Richie. If I look down I want to see you looking up. I've told you before." My eyes went right up to the top of their sockets. Mike had a strong body odor but it wasn't revolting or nasty. I liked it. I continued to suck and lick his boner, fisting it every minute or so too. Mike sighed and massaged my shoulders and rubbed my back.
When I'd sucked his cock to a bone-hard condition he grasped my buzzed head with both his hands and started right in deep throating me by bobbing my head on and off his boner. That boner felt like it was trying to poke a hole in my throat. I kept my lip over my top teeth, my tongue over the bottom ones and my eyes looking up at Mike. He was looking up at the ceiling with both his eyes closed tight...his mouth was closed tight too. I waited as long as I could before, in a frenzy, I began stroking my own spike and in a minute or so while shaking and gagging I shot my load on the floor. A minute later Mike shot his load down my throat, in my mouth and on my face. The last three squirts came out compliments of Mike's fist pumping his saliva soaked boner ....all three final spurts hit me in the face.
Mike was groaning and moaning and pulling on his softening cock for a full minute after shooting off his loads. "Whew, awesome, Richie. Good job. I got to rest for a minute though. You take your shower first." I was out of breath and tired too, but I did as I was told. After my shower I hustled in to tell Mike the bathroom was all his but he was out cold making tiny snoring sounds. He'd been up almost twenty two hours straight. I put on some boxers and climbed in next to him. His bristly hair up against my cheek was damp with his sweat as I worked my arm under him and pulled him to me. I could smell the boardwalk on him.... the cigarettes, the french fries, the sizzling sausages on a grill with peppers and onions and the sweat on his body too, but it was fine by me. Mike's different smells....each of them had the underlying personal smell of the one and only Mike....who I simply could not get enough of. I reveled in it all and hugged him tighter still.
Last night I couldn't sleep from thinking about seeing Mike today and tonight I can't sleep because he's right here with me. As I looked at the back of his head he said something in his sleep and abruptly turned over facing me. I almost rolled backward off the bed. His nose was touching the tip of my nose ...... the moon light shining through our window lit up Mike's face. His breath was moist as it blew in my face and it smelled like juicy fruit gum. The image of Mike sleeping on top of my sleeping bag one of our first nights together floated into my mind. I'd been in the bed staring down at him as he slept a deep sleep. I'd marveled at the symmetry of his facial features on that occasion a year or so ago .....the way they all went together so perfectly.
Nothing has changed in the past year that I can see. He is still just about perfect...real physical beauty in a boyish way. I struggled to catch my breath as I realized I'd forgotten to breath so intense was my scrutiny of Mike's face....just inches from mine. I knew his arms and legs and torso and everything else was also nearly the perfect male form. My cock firmed up again as I stared at Mike and thought how very lucky I am....
The musical sound of Mike's cell phone woke me up. He sat up and said a couple of words into the phone, jumped out of bed and shortly I heard the shower. He must have taken the clothes he was going to wear with him because he never came back in the bedroom. In less than ten minutes I heard his motorbike start up and off he went. It was 4:10 am. Mike's mother had called to say they needed him to work today on the tomato farm. Mike had said last night on the boards that he had spent all his money in San Francisco so I guess he was glad to get the work call this morning. He gets a call for work three or four times a week and he'll work from eight to twelve hours each time. Pretty good hourly wage too and Mike took advantage of the opportunity to work whenever he could. Mike wasn't lazy.
I wasn't lazy either but it's 4:10 in the morning for Christ sake. I took a quick pee and jumped back in bed on Mike's side. It was still warm. It had been damp from his perspiration when he first got to bed but it dried overnight. I rubbed my nose in his pillow and then down on the sheets were he'd slept. I was in kind of a stupor and Mike's smells had me stroking my cock again. Oh my God I shot off another hard steam of cum. I didn't even bother with the 'cum sock', I just shot it out on the bed and breathing hard with a pounding heart I collapsed right back into the slimy goop. I'd been without Mike for three weeks and now that he's back I was overdosing something terrible. "Wow" I thought....this isn't probably something I want to make a habit out of, but he was turning me on like a wild thing...I gotta get a fucking grip.
When I woke up for the second time that morning the sun shown brightly through the bedroom window and I felt rested. My belly was stuck to the sheet but it pulled off easy enough. I went to get my dad's stuff at the convenience store and ran into Tiny Dick when I came out. "Richie, come over here." I noticed he was using that 'bad ass' voice again and it made my dick stir. "Hey, Tucker. I got to get this shit right over to my old man. He gets pissed if he don't have his coffee." Tiny says, "Get your ass over here." Damn if I didn't do it. I was kind of hypnotized by that voice. "Hurry up, Richie."
I ran over to where he was standing in the shade and asked what he wanted. My one hand held a bag with two coffees, the old man's smokes and a Danish. My other hand was in my pocket playing with myself. Tiny said, "I want a firm fucking day and time that you'll be at the god damn swimming pool. My Aunt and Uncle work every day so we got the privacy we need. Now I know you want me to fuck you again and you need.... really, really need some tight control which I can provide." He made a fast move with his hand and had that little pinch of skin on my ass between those fucking inhumanely strong fingers of his. I said, "Don't do that Tucker...Please don't do that pinch." "What day, Richie?"
I could have said today because Mike was working all day, but with all the hot action Mike had given me the last 24 hours I just wasn't up to Tiny Dick's tiny dick. I said, "Friday, Tucker. Noon time. OK?" He gave a 50% pinch on my ass that had my faced screwed up and forced a gasp from my throat as I went up on my toes. "Please, Tucker...I'll be there". Tucker let go and gave me the sweetest smile. I had to shake my head to clear it....that quick switch from one person to the other that Tiny does was weird. Tiny said in his good-guy voice. "We'll have fun Richie. You are so hot...you're the best "submissive" ever.. I can't wait for Friday. I'll get us some of those great Italian subs to have for lunch after our fun and games. OK?" He waved and walked in the other direction from where I had to go. Tiny gave me another awesome smile and it made me smile back at him.
Fuck! I don't know what I'm going to do about Friday, but I'll worry about that later. My dad took his coffee, Danish pastry and cigarettes with him in the car as he drove toward Atlantic City. That's where he works as a blackjack dealer in a big casino. I sat on our front porch, had a cigarette and drank my coffee out of the paper cup. At the convenience store I'd almost asked Tiny about him and Tony. I chickened out though. He probably has poor Tony jumping through hoops by now. I do not want to get involved with that situation. This I knew for sure.....
I was feeling lazy and I dozed off reading the paper. The weather had broken and the extreme heat had lifted. It was about 80 degrees with low humidity. Then, for the second time since school got out I spotted Robert Conti coming out of Tom Brown's house. What the hell? I looked inside my front door and saw by the kitchen clock it was almost noon. What was Robert doing in Tom's house? Robert Conti is the Junior Class Vice President... duly elected by the "in" crowd at school. None of my buddies voted for him or anybody else because we didn't like any of the yin yangs that ran for office last year. Tom Brown is in the same snobby crew as Robert, but still.... what's Robert doing coming out of Tom's place in the summer. And, what's wrong with his leg? He's walking funny and he shows a grimace with each step. Robert has that stupid brown pony tail that almost reaches his waist. I hate it. He was putting it all back in the elastic band as he walked. Why was it out of the elastic I wondered. I don't know where Robert lives but he was going in the direction of the bus stop...limping there, actually...
I couldn't help but wonder if Tom wasn't giving out those free spankings of his. Hmmmm? Should I go down and knock on Tom's door and ask him why the Junior class Vice President is limping our of his house this morning? I drank some more coffee...it was stone cold. Lighting another cigarette I went inside to microwave the cold coffee. Back outside my curiosity was really getting the best of me. I stared down a few doors to Tom Brown's place. What goes on down there? I know his mother works crazy hours so it's likely she's not home. Man, I started thinking about the way Tom sucked my cock and I was getting all jittery. Do I have the balls to go down there or not?
I was getting a boner thinking about that spanking experience I had with Tom. He said I'd have to asked real nice for another spanking or he wouldn't be bothered with the rest of it.
Is it really possible to climax from being spanked? Damn, how does Tom Brown know so much.....I'm getting that real nervous feeling in my stomach like I'm going to do something stupid. The massage and tender care after the spanking really got me going when Tom did it to me and then I'm right back to thinking about Tom blowing me...Oh my God that was hot. I'm definitely over-sexed would be my guess. I had no sex to speak of before Mike turned on my sex-engine last year and now I can't even idle...it's got to be 100 miles per hour. I began some serious playing with myself. My boner was feeling very good. Fuck it! I'm going to do it.
I went inside to put my empty coffee container in the trash. My hand was shaky because I was nervous. The spanking part had me crying like a little kid last time, but Tom made it "all better" in the end... I can't believe I have the nerve to do this. I was thinking how I was going to ask Tom for the spanking in a very polite way. He is very specific about me being serious with everything. No goofing around. Jeez, should I wank off first? My balls are starting to ache. I know I want to turn over a clean body to Tom, that's for sure.....and clean my hole really well. I went in for a long shower. I used all my will power not to jerk off because Tom thought I'd eventually cum from being spanked. Sounds crazy but he seems to know his stuff and I'd like to experience that.
I put on a tank top and jogging shorts, that's all. Putting my feet into sandals I headed out. Real nervous, scary feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'd decided to be very serious and play the part Tom envisioned for me last time. What the hell, I did it once.....God, I'm nervous. I walked outside and just caught a glimpse of Tom Brown driving off with some other kid in Tom's mother's Mini Cooper convertible.....what a hot looking car with the top down and the music blasting. Shit! Now what am I going to do? I'd taken that shower for nothing.
It had been a while since I walked to the boardwalk and it didn't seem very appealing now. I guess I was spoiled with Mike's motorbike getting us around. I'd had the use of it while Mike was in California. I started calling the guys to see if any of them could pick me up. Tony had his brother's old Chevy and he said he was headed out on an errant for that very same brother. He had to drive to Atlantic City and pick-up a part for his brother's Apple computer. Tony wanted to know if I wanted to go along for the ride. I said, "Sure". Tony was over to get me in fifteen minutes. The stud was back in his lip so I guess he found the clasp in one of his turds...it still looked like it had to be hurting him.
I was thinking, "Damn, I can't wait to see Mike later on this afternoon..." Tony is talking a mile a minute as usual. When I paid attention to what he was saying I recognized his rant about people driving while talking on their cell phones.."Richie, watch. This silly old bitch will not give a turn signal..watch Richie. See, there she goes turning but no turn signal...her fucking hands are busy...one on the wheel and the other holding her fucking cell phone...There really ought..." I stopped listening to him and right away I got this great idea.
My great idea was to somehow insinuate Tiny Dick into a conversation with Tony and see if I can get some inside scoop about what's been going on with those two. I saw Tony sucking Tiny Dick's dick some time ago.... what's been happening since then? And maybe I can find out if Tiny told Tony what Mike and Tiny did with each other when Tiny first joined our gang. I'll make this a worthwhile trip...find out the skinny on who is doing what to who....How to sneak it into the conversation though?... Hmmmm? I don't want to be obvious. I'll have to pretend like it's not really of any particular interest to me...merely conversation and all that. Then I notice Tony was saying something to me.... "What?...."
"Richie, did you hear me? I asked if you and Mike were messing around with queer stuff. Tiny says he thinks you are. Are you, Richie?"
I turned my head and stared at Tony with my mouth open slightly and said, "What?'.................
Coming soon.......the conclusion of "Mike......"
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com