Olivers Adventures

OLIVER'S ADVENTURES

Chapter 4 (Goodbye Wildwood)

by Donny Mumford

When in Wildwood I prefer to go to bed later than my parents, and get-up the next morning after they've left for the beach. It's not that I'm avoiding my parents, it's that I'm nineteen and like my independence, and I love sleeping-in too. This year we're staying in a brand new duplex and everything in it is new too. The mattress on my bed is new, and excellent, and I sleep a deep sleep on it. This morning I turn over and glanced at the clock on the night stand and I'm startled to see it's after ten o'clock. Oops! I'm suppose to be at Alexander's for that free sixty-five dollar haircut at ten o'clock sharp. Into the bathroom I go for my daily routine, very regular sorts of things, but no time for a wank this morning . I don't hurry with it though because I'm not really too keen on getting a haircut in the first place, and in the second place I'm nervous having a kid just out of barber college cut my hair. I said I'd do it last night, so I will because keeping one's word is important.

Munching on a chocolate donut, I saunter down the back stairs and across the back yard to the North's condo. The back door opens before I even knock and there's Alexander, saying, "Oooh, I was worried you changed your mind, Oliver". He has such a nice way about him. He'd spoken with a sad lilt to his voice, not a pissed-off one; he's just a very likable guy. Nice personality to go with his sexy body and cute face. I go, "Sorry, Alexander," and explain I'd over-slept, not changed my mind.. He gives me a small grin, nodding his head saying, "Oh, that's that's okay, Oliver. It's just I really like cutting guy's hair, especially for a hottie like you with that great head of hair you have; I don't get much chance to do it since graduating barber's college and I miss it. So thanks for letting me give you a haircut. I really need to stay in practice." So sincere, is Alexander. I smile and walk inside where he has a mini barbershop set-up in the foyer with a captain-style bar stool from the kitchen ready for me on the foyer's hardwood floor, and a table with professional barber tools carefully laid out close by. A round, hand-held mirror leans up against the wall. "Please sit down Oliver. I know exactly how I'm going to cut your hair. I've given it a lot of thought and this haircut, which is popular in Europe for young kewl dudes, will be just right for you. This style is beginning to show-up in the trendier salons in the US now, but we're always behind in guy's hair styles for some fucking reason."

I sit down and Alexander holds my head in both his hands, exclaiming, "Oh Oliver, your head-shape is so perfect for this and you have wonderful hair so you'll probably catch on fire after your new haircut; that's how hot you're going to look". I go," Holy shit, Alexander," and as I start asking what kind of haircut he's talking about, he interrupts putting his finger against my lips and leans over, his face close to mine, to say, "Shhh. Don't talk Oliver, please. I cut hair listening to music only. I concentrate because I'm a perfectionist in everything and especially with my craft." I raise my eyebrows, like, "Oh! Okay." Alexander's got an iPod in a player on the kitchen counter that's putting-out slow, moody Van Morrison songs, with the volume turned down low. What the hell, I might as well try to enjoy the salon treatment, if that's what this is. I always get my hair cut in a barber shop that has a red, white and blue poll outside the door. The barbers are usually old hacks with little style, bad attitudes, and too much boring conversation. Alexander's all business and very serious. No joking around. His talk about different haircut styles reminds me of my never-to-be-forgotten best bud, Tyler. From the time he was about eleven years old he was very concerned about his appearance. He tried all kinds of different haircuts and he'd ask me how I liked each one. I always said he looked, "Kewl" because I always thought he looked cool in all of them, short or long. I never cared much one way or the other; how my hair is cut, I mean... and I guess I still don't.

Alexander puts a strip of tissue around my neck, then a black silky cape and he fastens both around my neck. He gages the tightness by using his fingers between the cape and the back of my neck to see that it's just right, and the coolness of his fingers feels good against my neck. He clips the cape at the proper tightness and then a hand rubs each of my shoulders to smooth the cape and a squeeze on my shoulders. The squeeze is just for the hell of it, I guess. Right after he squeezes my shoulders he squeezed the back of my neck twice and then quickly follows that with a ten-finger massage up the back of my head using only his finger tips, which gives me chills, but pleasant chills. He massaged my scalp while pushing my head down so that my chin hits my chest and now I have chills and goose bumps all over me. It feels really good and my shoulders do a little shudder. Yeah, it all feels nice, but it's a bit odd too. You know, me sitting here letting Alexander do what he wants and me not knowing what's coming next. It's kind of the feeling I got from Mike on the boardwalk when he made me be docile for him; a feeling that someone else is in charge; in this case it's Alexander who's obviously taken charge. It's strange, but cool, to be in this frame of mind. The silence, except for the low moody music, along with all the touching, puts me in this pleasant trance-like state of mind. That's the best way I can describe it. Very relaxing, but almost a little scary with a buzzing around my balls for some reason. Alexander begins my haircut slowly, just combing through my longish hair initially; he combs my long hair first from the front of my head all the way down the back and then from the nape of my neck all the way to the front. That feels good too, and there's tingling all over my scalp. My hair's very clean because last night, just before going to bed, I'd washed it twice in the shower and used a softener so Alexander would have clean hair to cut.

When he's apparently satisfied my hair's just right for cutting, he combs a batch of it up and holds the batch away from my head between his index and middle fingers tightly, pulling on it a little which creates more scalp tingling. Then, with barber's scissors he cuts through this batch of hair just above his fingers and I hear a subtle scrunching sound as the scissors slice easily through that the hair and a pile of my hair, about six inches long, falls on the cape and cascades down to settle in my lap where the cape has formed a pocket. The pocket is between my legs, and there's a great deal of my shiny clean hair gathered there after only one cut, and it makes me quietly gasp at how much he's cut off. Alexander does a quiet, "Shhh," as I gawk at the hair in my lap. Jesus Christ! The hair Alexander didn't cut-off is about an inch long. Lower down near my ears and neck he cut it shorter than that and as my hair piles up in my lap there's that little nervous thought in my head that I'd put myself in Alexander's hands and, was that a mistake? He's not shy or hesitant as he cuts hair from the sides and back of my head for the next ten minutes or so. He's extremely deliberate about everything he does and there's absolutely no hurrying. It's just scrunch after scrunch and piles of hair falling free from my head, and no talking. I have to admire his confidence. He knows what he wants to do and he doesn't feel he needs to explain or apologize about his decision or his actions. It puts me in that trance I mentioned earlier and his deliberate confidence gives me hope that perhaps he actually does know what he's doing, but this is a much shorter haircut than I've ever had before and I wonder how I'll look with it. He cuts a lot of hair off the top of my head too, but he cuts it at different lengths on top. It's shortest closest to the sides of my head and longer towards the top, middle. The trance-like state continued as I sit here feeling very docile. I sit very still and just let him do as he wishes with my hair and it occurs to me I'm in a submissive frame of mind that's peaceful and almost hypnotizing. Of course, knowing Alexander's a gay boy like me, plus the fact that I like him, probably has a lot to do with me letting him loose on my hair, as well as my submissive posture.

My hair style hasn't ever been of much concern to me, and this seems to be much more about a new adventure for me than a haircut. Generally speaking, I'm more willing, anxious even, to explore new adventures ever since my unexpected and very sexy experience with Cris. After my thrilling experience with Christobal I feel I've finally coming out of my shell and want to explore the possibilities that present themselves, and this is fitting the bill at the moment. The unfortunate incident on the boardwalk with that Mike kid maybe was a bit of a setback, but I recovered from it pretty well, and I did get turned-on by him too. And those two, Mike and his best bud Richie, are both extremely cute boys and maybe worth the humiliation to me because I got to see them so closely. Damn, I hope I get to meet more boys like those two, minus the humiliation next time... hopefully. Alexander's been cutting my hair steadily, cutting some of it two or three times to get it just the length he wants, for about twenty minutes now and it's almost put me to sleep. That's how docile to Alexander I feel at this moment. I'm wishing he'd continue cutting my hair shorter and shorter, but he puts the comb and scissors down. I want to reach up and feel how short he's cut it, but don't because I've sorta fell under his spell somehow. He begins meticulously outlining around my ears and the back of my neck with that electric vibrating trimmer thing which causes more chills to roam around my body. It's been quite some time since my ears were last seen sticking out like they must be doing now with no hair concealing them. Now a little hair gel is applied and Alexander combs my hair up from the sides of my head towards the middle. I'm sorry now he's finishing the haircut because the trance-like state is very relaxing and enjoyable and I've begun to love the way he's been fussing over me, touching my shoulders, neck, forehead and so forth. It's a very pleasurable experience.

Finally he's finished, but he needs to inspects my head from all angles. Putting his fingers under my chin, he tilts my head up and then to the side and then pushes my head down so my chin again is against my chest again, and he snips a little bit of my hair here and there. When he's satisfied that he's actually really, really satisfied he stands behind me and holds the mirror in front of me with his arm resting on my shoulder so I can inspect his craftsmanship. I like the haircut as I lazily look at my reflection from his mirror although it's very different from any haircut I'd ever had before. I do recognized this style though, I've seen it on some of the gay models on the boy sites I peek at from time to time. No reason to share that information with Alexander though, he isn't aware I'm gay. The hair style is fairly short all around the sides and back, but on top it's left longer to comb up. You comb from the left and right to have the hairs stick up on top, longest hairs are about an inch and a half near the center of my head. I'm not describing it well, but I thing it looks cool and distinctive and I'll leave it at that. Tyler would have been proud of me for trying something new. I tell Alexander it's an awesome haircut and that he's very talented. Standing behind me he bends his head down to my level, resting his chin on my shoulder. His frizzy hair tickles the side of my jaw. We look at our reflection from the mirror, as our eyes lock together. He quietly asks, "Do you really like it, Oliver? It's called a faux hawk. A fake mohawk with style." I nod my head slightly, still in a bit of a trance, one Alexander's created and reassure him I indeed like it a lot. His head is next to mine and it makes my stomach, or maybe it's actually my balls, buzz again. He smells good, very sexy and his eyes are hypnotic. No cologne this time, just Alexander's natural boyish scent.

We continue staring at each other in the mirror and it's weird; I wonder what we're doing, but can't bring myself to break the spell I'm in. It's so relaxing and eerily sexy in this trance-like state. Alexander lifts his head moving the side of his smooth face against mine, our faces cheek to cheek. I freeze, continuing to stare at our reflection from the mirror. His beautiful brown face feel so silky smooth against my cheek. His big, chocolate-brown puppy dog eyes stare into my blue eyes, as he quietly asks, "Is this okay with you, Oliver?" I should say, 'No, it's not okay, please back-off', but my brain is busy enjoying the sexiness of the situation and not available to help me form the words. And, as the seconds tick by, I finally nod my head slightly again, one time up and down rubbing against his cheek. The nod meaning, 'Yes, it's okay, Alexander'. He drops the mirror on my lap and hugs my shoulders, then hugs around my neck pressing his face against the side of my face more tightly. During the last eight years of my life I've longed for a boy my age to hug and kiss and be gay buddies with. Twenty-four hours with Cristobal is the total extent of my wish fulfillment along those lines so far. The best twenty-four hours of my life, by the way. But twenty-four hours out of eight years isn't much. Cristobal gave me a taste of how wonderful it can be with another boy. So, with that thought swirling in my head, I'm simply not a strong enough person to tell Alexander 'no'. I probably never would have the balls to approach Alexander like he's doing to me now, but I'm too curious, although a little apprehensive too. My new adventurous self wouldn't think of telling him 'no' when he's propositions me so excellently. He has a very gentle way of offering me the chance to do what I yearned so much to do. The side of his face feels so wonderful next to mine; plus, I think the reflection of our faces together in the mirror looks really nice. We make a cute couple even if I do say so myself. I'm just coming to understand that I interest some gay boys. Before Cris I thought I looked too young and not macho enough, but now I'm seeing the light a little bit and I just might have the type body and face that can serve me well in my quest for gay sex and to make up for all the years I yearned for it, but was unfulfilled. Still, I'm so inexperienced I need to let Alexander lead me; I'm more than willing to follow.

Alexander moves his head a little and kisses the corner of my mouth, just a little kiss with his lips only and I literally gasp. It brought me out of my trance-like state because the kiss caused an electric shock, a very nice electric shock to hit my cock. So nice and sexy I want more. His full lips again kiss my lips and we open our mouths together and our tongues find one another and we do a quiet pleasure moan. He kisses good. Alexander must have had a cigarette earlier in the morning because I can tasted a faint hint of nicotine and it's like a forbidden taste and adds to my arousal. This is a handsome African/American boy and everything about him seems more and more exotic and erotic to me with every move of his hands on my body and every lick he does on my face and lips. Alexander appears to be experienced enough for both of us. My eyes are half closed concentrating on the pleasure Alexander's giving this gay boy named Oliver. My cock is already about as hard as it can get as Alexander whispers to me, his lips damp against my ear, "Please let me suck your cock, Oliver. I'll do you better than you've ever been done" and he sucks my whole ear into his mouth moving his tongue around inside it. I rise a little off the stool, because it was so unexpected and so sensual. I'm quietly going, "Ah ah, oh, oh. " Words are difficult to form. Alexander in his usual deliberate way, pulls away from my ear and unhooks the cape from around my neck, he gathers all the hair to the middle of the cape, picks the mirror up and puts it on the table. I sit here paralyzed moving only my eyes to stare at his every move; my lips open and my breathing comes in quick little puffs of air. He's so smooth with everything he does, like a cat. He makes a bundle of the hair and the cape and pulls it off my lap. My pants form a tent in my lap, which I glance at for a moment before my eyes find Alexander again. Dropping the bundle, he slowly knells down in front of me, his eyes on mine as he unfastens a snap on his shorts and pulls out his long dark boner. I continue my trance like staring, fascinated at his deliberate ways. I'm panting now; little fast breaths as my eyes blinking rapidly. His boner's longer than mine, but not as chubby. It looks enticing and the entire scene has me very stimulated. He strokes his cock a few more times in that unhurried, smooth manner of his as he lightly closes his eyes . Pre-cum from his boner runs over his fingers and then, putting his hands on top of my thighs, his long hard boner bobbing between his legs, he looks up at me with a serious look on his face and asks, "Okay, Oliver?" I do my little head nod again realizing I'm back in that trance. He pulls my swim suit off in one swift motion without me even lifting my butt off the stool seat to help him. The swim suit is left dangling around my ankles as my boner bounces back against my belly. I want to be more assessable to Alexander so, with my feet on the bottom rung of the stool for support, I inched my butt toward the front part of the seat, my boner bobbing with each of my movements.

His fist goes around my boner to pull it away from my belly. After stroking it three time Alexander puts the head of my cock against his front teeth and sucks on it with those full delicious lips of his, then he rubs it across his perfectly white teeth, going, "Mmmmmm". I each my my back and the head of my cock slides along his teeth feeling the slight separation between each of them. In short order he sucks my whole boner inside his mouth and an inch or so goes down his throat. I lift my butt off the seat at that, going, "Ump Ump oh oh." Cristobal and me hadn't done any oral sex together so this is a first time experience for me and it isn't at all a disappointing one. He pulls back off my boner and lips it and tongues it until I'm squirming on the stool, saying, "Ahhh, Oh, Alexander that's, ohhh". He goes back to stroking his hard boner and sucking just the head of mine. Every time I look down at him his eyes are looking up at me and this time I see liquid drool out the side of his mouth as precum rolls out of my cock's pee slit. Everything is feeling so good I squirm in my stool, purring out, "Oh Alexander, this really is sooooo fine". Leaning forward slightly and reaching down I take two handfuls of his hair; it's soft, and dense, full, and spongy. It feels great as I clasped and unclasped handfuls of it before massaging his scalp and the back of his neck with my finger tips. My head lolls back as I moan with the pleasure of it all. He's been stroking himself for no more than five minutes when he blows a lot of air on my cock, grunting, his face scrunches up and I hear his first cum shot splat up against the bottom of my stool. Oh, it's so fucking erotic knowing Alexander has just climaxed while sucking my cock He fires off a few more blasts of creamy spunk, grunting around my hard cock with each spurt. After his climax Alexander takes a huge inhale and then increased his efforts on my boner. He sucks on my cock and laps it with his perfect tongue until I'm holding his head for balance and lifting out of my seat as letting out a desperate, "Ahhhhh!" and cream my orgasm into his mouth. It comes out like I'm taking a piss, my balls fire cum to my cock with such force it streams out hard. The cum flows out of my cock with Alexander still sucking on it like it's a fat straw. He maintains the suction pulling the cum up and out. I'm squealing embarrassingly by the time he lets my cock slip out of that fabulous mouth of his. Smacking his lips, swallowing and then smiling up at me with his cute face, he mutters, "Cum, yum." I can see his own cum on the back of the fingers of his right hand. Smiling myself, and a little breathlessly, I asks, "That the best you can do?" We exchanged pleased looks and little grins, not really moving around much. Alexander's sitting back on his ankles on the floor in front of me, absently rubbing up and down the fine hairs on my legs as he stares at my softening cock. Finally he mutters, "I really like your little package, Oliver. Choice!" I go, "Little?" He chuckles, telling me it was just a figure of speech, as he lazily stands-up and gets himself together. "That was hotter than hot, Oliver, but I gotta think about changing clothes fairly soon so I can get out of here. I can't miss my tee-time. Golf is what I like second best in the world. You just moved up to the number one spot, hottie". He smiles and pats my cheek like I'm a little kid, muttering, "You're too cute for words, dude". I feel sorta like a little kid, sitting here on that stool after my home haircut, not to mention my home blow-job.

Finally the spell's broken and I get off the stool and, strangely we instinctively hug. Alexander held a kiss on the side of my forehead and it makes me feel special. His body's much better than my recent date with Patty; her body was mushy. After our hug and kiss we clean-up the barber area by sweeping-up my hair clippings and emptying the cape, clean some of Alexander's random cum shots off the stool, and things like that. As were doing it we talk generally about our other gay sexual experiences. Alexander's had more of them than me of course, but not as much as I would have guessed. He tells me he's been 'out' to his family for a couple of years, but only a few of his close friends know he's gay. He's had one boyfriend which went on for about a year during that one year of college before he went to barber's college. The sex was light between him and his boyfriend though, and that's because the boyfriend wasn't ready to admit he was really gay. After the boyfriend moved on, Alexander had two other short flings with guys at his barber college. "Nothing memorable", he says. Alexander tells me he'd picked-up something from me with his 'gaydar' last night while flirting with me. So, he purposely touched and fussed over me more than he needed to during the haircut, and it seemed I was receptive to it. He said I seemed to be enjoying it so he took it further by putting his arm on my shoulder while holding the mirror, and then his chin on my shoulder. I never objected to any of it so he took a chance with his cheek against my cheek. He says he was hot for me and therefore willing to go out on a limb. Sitting in the kitchen on my haircut stool, drinking orange juice, I listen to him explaining these things while I absently run my fingers over my head enjoying the feel of my short hair. Alexander's in his room changing into his golf clothes. He comes out in two minutes smoking a cigarette, wearing light tan cargo shorts and a white Polo golf shirt. On his feet, a pair of sandals. He's carrying black and white golf shoes with black ankle-socks sticking out of the left shoe and he looks real nice; he looks hot too.

"Thank you, Oliver. This was the best morning I can remember having for, well, for forever." He explains that he wants to stay and play sexy some more with me, but he'd really screw-up the other three guys in his foursome if he did. If you miss an established daily tee-time you forfeit future ones. He and his three buddies have set tee-times for every day they'll be in Wildwood, and the fact is, at the shore during the summer, the tee-times are hard to come by. He's really sorry, but he just can't screw it up for his buds. I tell him it's no problem and Alexander smiles his killer smile, walks over to me while taking a drag on his Marlboro and, putting his golf shoes on the kitchen counter next to my drink, he say, "Thanks for being so understanding, Oliver" and he kisses me again as I sit on the stool. Cigarette smoke comes out of both our mouths and some out of his nose. The kiss was so yummy I didn't mind the taste of the cigarette; actually it made everything sexier somehow. Alexander must have thought so too, because he takes another drag and we do it again, longer this time. I want to do it all morning, but Alexander makes a low moaning noise in his throat that I don't think he even realizes he'd made. W e're having quite an affect on each other. I wrap my arms around his neck and we suck each others tongue and then suck each others lips and lick long licks across each others face and my boner comes back hard as ever. He's moaning openly now and in between kisses he gives me compliments about how I taste and smell and feel, and it's very hot and very special for me. He says that white boys are so pretty and I tell him to checkout a mirror when he has a chance and he'd see something pretty there too. Alexander's make-out with me seems even hotter than Cristobal's, or maybe I'm forgetting how hot Cristobal was. All I know is Alexander has me clinging to him and wanting to eat him.

We both gain a little composure and make plans to meet in my bedroom tomorrow morning as soon as Alexander sees my folks leave for the beach. Then we hug each other tight and, damn, he feels good in my arms, and it feels good being hugged too. We're hugging like we aren't ever going to see each other again, or maybe it's just that we're both hoping we've found the boy we'd been looking for and we don't want to let him get away. Even though there isn't anyone around, Alexander whispers, "Will you fuck me tomorrow morning, Oliver. A good rough fuck, Oliver. Can you do that?" This is his number one desire, but I've never fucked anyone before and I'm nervous I'll let him down. He's holding onto my shoulders, a hand on each one; the cigarette we used in the beginning of our make-out had burned down to the filter and gone out. Alexander's still holding it between his index and middle fingers so maybe he's forgotten it's there. He's holding it with same two fingers that earlier had held my hair just before he cut it all off. I'm stupidly staring at those two fingers as if there going to tell me something. When they don't I look back at Alexander, and say. " I'd love to fuck you, Alexander, but I'm a virgin in that regard." He already knows that because we exchanged our sexual experiences earlier, but he still wants me to do him. It's more than fine by me because alone with my nervousness, I'm excited at the prospect too and if I had my choice I'd do it here and now. This unexpected encounter has my sexual juices boiling hot. Walking out of the condo with him and waving as he drives off, I immediately take my boner into my bathroom. All that kissing and hugging with sexy Alexander has me worked-up and turned-on, and the thought of fucking him tomorrow is the straw that brakes the camels back; even though I had an orgasm a half hour ago, I need to jerk off. That great orgasms in Alexander's mouth was awesome, but I need to have another which makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me. Taking my cock in my hand, I forget that concern and enjoy a hot five minute wank, all the time thinking about Alexander's blowjob, and a short cum load spurts out of me feeling good as my shoulders shudder. Damn, I like feeling that.

Cleaning myself up a little, I'm thinking about tomorrow morning and what a adventure that's going to be. Then, wandering down to the beach to join everyone, I enjoy this feeling of being very relaxed; this bouncy upbeat frame of mind I'm experiencing can be directly attributed to being sexually satisfied, but how long that will last is anybodys' guess. My folks and the Norths, for different reasons, all like my new haircut and the twins love it too. Both the boys rub their fingers through my hair, and then Nathan asks his twin, "Noah, whaddaya think?" Noah makes a funny face while unconsiously playing with his pony tail and then reluctantly, it seems to me, nods his head 'yes'. The twins are going to get their brother to cut their hair like mine. Should I be flattered or more likely, should Alexander? The twins and me hug as usual, with no one taking notice of it anymore. We're all used to it after eight days together. The twins' parents have concluded I'm an asset because instead of the twins coming to them whining, "We're bored. What can we do now." The twins come to me when they're bored and as I sit in my beach chair relaxing, both of them will grab one of my wrists and pull me up and I'll take them miniature golfing, or to a water park, or arcades, scooter rides and kite flying and motor boat rides, whatever. I have fun with them and I don't have any other diversion except Alexander and me doing sex together. This has been a great vacation actually. To the Norths money's no problem, whatever it cost to make the twins happy is fine with them. Truth is, if the twins weren't so cute and beautiful I might have thought they were occasionally a bit of a pain-in-the-ass. Overall though I have to admit I loved them both because, like I said, we have fun together. Mr North calls me the twins' other big brother, the one who pays attention to them. The first big brother mostly pays attention to his golf game. I smile and think to myself, "I know something else the first big brother pays attention to now."

Today's an especially nice day and I only need to hide a couple of boners that pop up on me during the afternoon; Alexander has relieved me of a month's worth of pent-up sexual need and desire. It's nice for a change to not constantly be aroused by the twins. How far would this take me, will I still get aroused gawking at the hot cute red-headed kid I'm currently ogling. He usually sits with others a couple of groups over on the beach? Will I still be groping myself on the boardwalk when those pods of boys come jogging by wearing only skimpy running shorts and sneakers. How sexually satisfied am I anyway? Well, in all honesty, now that I think about it, perhaps I'm always a tiny bit over-sexed, and I think I like it that way. Being sexually satisfied doesn't really last a long time with me. Maybe I spend too much time musing about gay sex. Then, later in the day the twins pass-up our regular Mini convertible ride to get their haircuts. Alexander's back from golfing and he's very excited about cutting the twin's hair. I go along to watch, as Alexander and I exchange sexy looks with each other. As Alexander cuts the twin's hair it's sexy somehow seeing all the strawberry blond hair cut off the boy's heads. Naturally, Nathan goes first as Noah concedes to his twin's every wish. And, oh my God, do the twins look extra cute with their new haircuts. Even younger looking then before and other-worldly cute; it gives me a boner just looking at them. My boner is undetected by everyone by me because I've become adroit at hiding them in my pants, usually sideways. It's my turn now to run my fingers through the twin's short hair. Alexander is ridiculously happy; he's been begging the twins to let him cut their hair for almost a year. After the haircuts Alexander and me go together to pick-up Italian take-out food to bring back to my parents' duplex where our families will have dinner together. We bump against one another frequently and exchange more sexy eye to eye contact. At dinner the adults drink two bottles of wine and then start in on some beers. Everyone's in a great mood; the North's have really added to the fun this year in Wildwood.

Earlier, when Alexander and me were waiting for our order at the take-out restaurant, Alexander kept his arm across my shoulders and whispered naughty things in my ear until we're both giggling with boners in our shorts. We're acting like a couple of horny thirteen year old boys. Jeez, I really like Alexander. He has a basic niceness about him that is pure and sweet. He's funny as hell too and self deprecating; there's nothing phony or pretentious about him. What a great bit of luck renting our duplex right behind the Norths. After dinner the boardwalk is nice tonight too, but I find my mind drifting to thoughts of tomorrow morning. One more of the things that I've dreamed about for years is going to come true and Im anxious that I don't do something to embarrass myself in my first attempt at fucking someone. I'd tried putting a condom on once, then jerked off wearing it, and then way back when I'd tried fucking myself with a condom covered cucumber, but that led to that horrible mini-breakdown I had. Trying to recall anything remotely complicated about using a condom, I can't come up with anything . Oh well, Alexander would be there too of course, he'll help me if something gets messed up. Then it's the next morning and, two minutes after my folks are out of the house, I hear a little knock on the front door and, as pre-arranged, Alexander opens the door and comes across the hall into my room. Inside he pushes the button on the knob to lock the door and glances over at me with a mischievous look on his face. I'm ready with a big smile, although I'm still a little bit nervous. Alexander says, "Would it be alright if I get under the covers with you, Oliver? Naked?" I go to say, "Sure." But I run out of air when I say it and it comes out like, "Shhhh". We both laugh self-consciously.

He pulls off his boardies and I do the same; his naked body next to my naked body in bed brings back those wonderful feelings I had when Cristobal and me were naked together in my Holiday Inn bed. At this particular moment, just like with Cristobal, my heart is pounding too fast and I'm having a little trouble breathing regularly. Alexander and me lay on our sides looking at each other and loosely holding hands. "God, I'm nervous about this" Alexander says as he makes a face moving his eyes and jiggling his head a little. I bite my lower lip and give Alexander a puzzled look, absently thinking, 'He reminded me of a girl just then with the way he spoke and with the eyes and that little head move and all.' He moves his head that funny way again and I try to remember if Cristobal ever made me think of a girl when I looked at him. No, never. Hmmm? I think to myself, 'Damn, don't let something stupid like that mess this up'. It was a passing thing gratefully and Alexander doesn't make me think of a girl now as we begin kissing and sucking each other mouth. I'm not thinking of a girl when Alexander and me are grinding our boners against each others stomachs and smearing pre cum around our bellies either. His body doesn't feel anything like a girl's. Alexander works-out regularly at a gym developing muscles for his golf game. He doesn't have any extra fatty tissue around his waist or ass; he's tight, fit, and toned. His body's hot to my touch and I'm squirming my naked body against his creating as much contact as I can manage. My thought from yesterday morning that, 'I'd like to eat him' drifts through my head again. We have a hot body to body make-out for ten minutes or so and now I'm grinding my crotch against his while wrestling about and my boner gets stuck between his legs so he tightened his thighs on it. Using pre cum as a lube I can't stop myself from humping in and out between his thighs until I climax. Jeez, what an idiot I am! Gasping for breath and still humping long after I shot my load... no, Alexander isn't reminded me of a girl at all. He's reminding me of a very attractive, sexy African/American twenty-year old boy, who I thought was nineteen, and who I feel lucky to be with. Alexander gushes, "Oh my God, I'm so turned-on with your cum soaking my legs. Oh fuck, please, suck me off, Oliver. My balls are aching." I flip around and take hold of his long, thin, dark boner and stroked it a half dozen times as he closed his eyes and blows air out through his tightly closed lips, making a long hissing sound as he does it.

I'd always wondered about this too; putting a boys' cock in my mouth, I mean. You know, it's where pee comes out and cocks get sweaty sometimes crammed in boxer shorts or, God forbid, jockey shorts all day. Maybe a little 'ripe', you know? But now that I'm actually holding the real thing, a long, brown cock that I'm anxious to taste and I get right into sucking it for Alexander, who's made me feel so good and who I'm beginning to really care for. And, he's a gay boy like me so his cock is pure. Alexander's body gets as stiff as his boner. I do it without hesitating, putting his boner in my mouth and sucking it, I imitate how he sucked mine yesterday. I'm not able to get the head of his cock in my throat though; I try three times, gagging and then giving-up I go back to licking, sucking, and stroking his wonderful brown boner until he shoots a big blast of creamy white cum in my mouth. I don't hesitate, I quickly think, 'just do it! and I swallow Alexander's cum, then suck on his boner some, then more sucking and out drools more spunk. Surprise, I like the taste of his cum and I like having a cock in my mouth too. Very intimate thing to do. I suck that cock until Alexander complained it's becoming sensitive. Reluctantly I let go of it and moved back up for a kiss. We hug each other again with our bodies touching from our noses to toes. How could it get any nicer? We're quietly enjoying the after affects of our climaxes, while holding on to each other. His body's so nice and I stare at his brown skin; it looks sexier than my pasty white skin. I've had a hard time even getting a suntan because I'm so light. Then I think of Cristobal's even lighter tan-brown, Hispanic, skin tone and decided that one's my favorite. The most important thing of all, obviously, is who's in the skin, whatever the skin-tone. I like who's in Cristobal's and who's in Alexander's skin and I'm glad they both like who's in my skin.

Alexander says, "Can we doze off for a couple of minutes, Oliver? It feels so nice in your arms." He quietly tells me he stayed up late last night fucking around on his computer and he's tired. I go, "Sure, Alexander" and that's what we do. We both fall asleep and almost an hour later Alexander wakes me and with a grin on his face, saying, "Time to give me that hard fuck, Oliver." I'm like, "Wha...who. Oh, Alexander, give me a kiss." He does that and a lot more too and I'm in love with making-out with him, so my pecker is back up to bone-hard quite quickly. We get the lubed condom Alexander brought with him and the two of us get the condom on my boner, even though both of us has shaky hands. Alexander wants me to do him doggy style so he gets on his hands and knees with me up on my knees in bed behind him, holding him with a grip on each hip. "Push it in slow, Oliver." Lining up my boner with his anus I press against it and the lips spread around the tip of my cock feeling fantastic. I press a little harder and it slides in, just the head as Alexander and I both quietly go, "Oooooh," And what great sensations on my cock as I push it in slowly, me watching my cock disappear inch by inch up his ass. It's tighter than I expected, and feels better than I expected. This is fantastic. Alexander grunts, so I stop for a second waiting for him to mumble, "Feels good, Oliver, go on." Feels good to him, but I can't tell you how different, how excellent it feels on my boner. Feels great alright although it's more difficult plowing my cock up Alexander's tight hole then I thought it would be. I have three inches of hard cock up his ass and tight or not the new and indescribable sensations I'm experiencing are tantalizing all around my groin. I slowly finish pushing all the way in till my balls softly bump against his plump, firm buttocks and I need to hold my breath absorbing the extra sensations of erotic pleasure I'm sensing. Just knowing my cock is up another boy's ass is enough to get me to blow my load and I probably would have if I hadn't climaxed between his legs earlier. The condom doesn't seem to be inhibiting the pleasure for either of us, but of course I've never tried this without a condom so how would I know. Oh God, does it ever feel tight, tight, tight all around my pulsating cock. Every fraction of an inch is massaged in Alexander's tight tunnel as he tightens and loosens his rectum muscles. I gasped with newly discovered sensations of pleasure as I'm now humping in and out in rectum. This feels so fine I'll want to do it all the time, but getting fucked is awesome too. I don't know which one is hotter, not yet I don't, but I'm determined to do enough of both to find out. Alexander's going, "Oh oh oh, fuck me faster and harder, Oliver, harder, un, un, un." He picks up his grunts of pleasure as I pick up the speed of my thrusts; my cock sliding smoothly now back and forth in his ass. I'm totally fascinated watching it disappear inside Alexander's body and really slamming into him now, my balls smacking up against his ass with each thrust, me and Alexander grunting and breathing hard.

Alexander began on all four, but switches quickly to all-threes. Two knees and his left hand holding him up; his right hand is stroking his long cock. No way can this get any hotter and I'm extremely sexually aroused... and then Alexander starts talking like a girl, saying, "Fuck my pussy, Oliver. Jam your cock up Alexander's cunt, harder, you bad boy. Fill my cunt with your cock..." and other stuff like that, and the voice he's using is kind of a girlie voice and he holding his head in a feminine pose and kind of moved it around in an affected manner and it just makes me think: girl, woman, female, feminine. I can feel my boner start to loose a little of it's heft. I didn't want to disappoint him, but this feminine thing of Alexander's has reappeared and it's a turn off. Just before I start to panic and lose my boner entirely, Alexander climaxes and really tightens his anal ring which tightens dramatically on cock and my thrust are further stimulating my boner like I've never felt before. He's pumping cum out in two foot thin spurts which is so sexy I let out a squeal, sounding a little to feminine myself, and shoot a nice orgasm into the condom, then another as my face contorts from the amount of sensations coming from my cock; it's absolutely incredible and makes me dizzy; the high peek of sensations from the first of my three thrilling shots of spunk as me blinking and unbalanced for a few seconds. Holy shit, that was something alright. I forget all about the earlier feminine concerns I'd had about Alexander's pleadings and body language, and enjoy the electricity running around my balls and dick as my shoulders shudder uncontrollably again. After a second I start fucking him again and I can't hump in and out of him fast enough. The tight hold his anal ring had on my cock is so new, so fabulous....there are no words to do justice to that feelings in my cock. My eyes are tightly closed and I just spew spit from my mouth gasping and grunting after that great multiple climax. For a second there I couldn't tell if I was in pain or just experiencing a new level of pleasure. All around my groin area, spreading out to my thighs and up my belly, so many good feeling and sensations. Fantastic shock waves! Done with his orgasm and the fleeing after affects of it now, Alexander relaxes his body and the tightness of his anus muscles lessens So I pull out of his ass, and collapsed next to Alexander on the bed We're both panting, laying almost on top of each other. My cum is squishing around my cock in that condom, which I now pull off and hold, the open end squeezed together. No way did I want to forget this thing and leave it in the waste basket or on the floor. It's going down the toilet, but not this very second. I need to think about breathing and stuff like that first. Then I think, 'So, that's the other half of fucking. Not bad at all." I think about the feminine things Alexander did at times and knew this might be a problem for me, but not one I'm going to mention to Alexander now. Also, I need to do something about my own squeal at climax, that's if I don't want to look like an ass in the future; learn to expect that incredible spike of sexual arousal at climax. This ain't jerking off! It's so much better than that I need to prepare myself for the heightened climax. Oh, how awesome gay sex is! I in for some thrilling rides with gay sex. Thanks to Cris I got my cherry taken care of and now I've fucked a climax out of a cute boy's balls. Damn, I feel good! It was a close call though as I'd almost lost my boner when he let the girl side of him out in the open. I knew I'd have to think about this, but right now I want to enjoy Alexander here in my bed.

We snuggle under the covers for a little while, sexually satisfied and real lazy like. It's nice, but it ain't love if you know what I mean. I couldn't get enough of the boy part of Alexander and thankfully that's the part that shows-up most of the time. Burying my face in his dense, soft hair, I enjoy Alexander's boyish smell, which I like quite a bit. The feel of him too, his velvety skin over his tight, hard, long, thin body. He needs to make his tee-time at the golf course and I've had enough for now anyway, so it's just as well we end this. We get up and get dressed. It's a little awkward now that our desires have been taken care of and we both realize we hardly know each other, but it's not too awkward. A quick goodbye kiss with some short compliments back and forth to be polite, and he's out the door on the run. He said he'd stayed too long in bed but he couldn't make himself let go of me, and I'd like to think this was more than just getting our rocks-off, but I'm not sure. We'd connected early on and our relationship in this short timeframe seems pretty good when you consider we've only known each other two days. I feel like we did pretty good, everything considered, me being new at this and all that. He's already really kinda important to me, and I'm sure I have some feelings for Alexander so we're not just two horny boys doing it and that's that. Then it hits me that I felt a deeper connection with Cristobal after the short time I knew him. What could this mean? Something, I'm sure, but it could be as simple as it was my first time for any kind of gay sex with Cris so it meant a little more to me. It'll go on my growing list of things to think about later.

Taking a quick shower, then fussing with my new hair style, I shoot my mirror reflection with my index finger, giving myself a wink because I'm pleased with the way I look and I'm pleased with my progress on the sex front as well. I wonder if I can ever be a hot shit, a really cool kid. Probably not, I don't have the self confidence for that. Best to be me. Off I go to have some fun in the sun on the beach. I'm feeling happy, which was rarely the case growing up. Wearing sandals, my boardie bathing suit, and Cristobal's T-shirt, the one that has a picture of a palm tree on the front and Spanish words under the tree, I'm on my way to the beach again. Ha, for all I know the Spanish words on my T-shirt spell out, 'Go fuck yourself'. I'm feeling so good though, really good. On the beach the twins are in their beach chairs talking quietly to each other while running their fingers absently up the back of their heads feeling their short hair, just like I did after my haircut, so I know how it is. After having long hair for so long it's a novelty to feel short hair on your own head. Feels good to experience new things. I come up behind the boys and get an arm around both of their necks and pull their heads back against my belly. Four hands immediately grab hold of my forearms. God, these kids are fun to mess around with. Of course, if their brother hadn't taken such good care of me a little while ago I'd have a wicked boner holding the twins' heads against my belly like I'm doing. But not the new Oliver. No, as long as I can have sex with a hot boy for two hours each morning before leaving the house, I can behave as if I'm working with a normal sex drive. Haha. This is the best vacation ever. The twins are pissed off at me though. It's because I'm so late coming down to the beach. "We were just about to come up there and drag your dumb ass out of bed, Oliver," fumes Nathan. "Whoa, don't do that." I mumble.

We go in the ocean for a swim and a wrestling match like we do every day. That went on for a half an hour or so, never long enough to suit me because the boys' slippery, tight bodies are hot. The wiggle out of my grasp as we're all accidentally-on-purpose goosing each other regularly now, giggling like nine year olds. It makes me remember back a number of years when grabbing crotches was an every day activity in early puberty; at least it was among the guys on my school bus. For now I'm just enjoying being fourteen again, along with the twins. Unfortunately the goosing is always a quick grab by the twins. There's no overt sexual meaning at all in the way they goose. Just squeezing some nuts to hear the other guy yelp. On my part, well, maybe there's a little sexual overtone. All I know is, it's fun. And, I wasn't the only one with 'a nice little package', to quote Alexander. I can't help but notice the twins each have a damn nice one too. It's a hot day and we all drink a lot of the lemonade that Mrs North made fresh and brought to the beach in a cooler. She actually uses lemons, sugar, and water to prepare this secret recipe lemonade. Just like they make on the boardwalk, for three dollars a cup. The twins, after drinking much too much of it, peed in their bathing suits wading out in the ocean laughing hysterically while they did it. These boys can really laugh. I tell them that big boys know how to hold in their pee until a rest room's available. Peeing should be done in a toilet, not in the ocean or shower or pool and certainly not under a sprinkler hose. I give them this lecture while I'm peeing in my boardies, standing in waist deep water. Peeing in the ocean is fun. Nathan says, "Oh yes, Oliver. Thank you for that grown-up advise, from now on we'll be just like you. Right, Noah? It is odd, however, that the ocean water around you appears to be warmer then the water around me. Hmmm, why is that, Oliver?" Laughing and hugging while splashing around in my peed-in part of the ocean all three of us trying not to get dunked. Blinking my eyes real fast I need to acknowledge that my dick's starting to stir and firm-up again as the slippery bodily contact with these two yummy young teens continues. It appears that two hours with Alexander is only good for two hours of sexual relief for me. Then it's right back to the old, horny Oliver again. Can't say I'm all that upset about it.

The Norths and the twins leave the beach around two o'clock to visit relatives in Ocean City. Alexander's meeting them there later to have dinner and spend the evening. Now that I'm here with just mom and dad, both of them hunched under their umbrella, each reading a book, the beach seems empty. I look up the beach for that redhead kid, the one that makes my dick twitch, but see only his ugly, unbelievably-skinny freckled-faced mother with the usual scowl on her face. This isn't going to work out so I asks my parents if I can get anything for them and when they shake their heads no, with a "Thanks for asking, Oliver," I say, "Enjoy yourselves, I'm heading up to the boardwalk. See you guys back at the condo for dinner." We wave goodbye and my thoughts turn to the possibilities on the boardwalk. I haven't been on the boards during the day since that disturbing incident with Mike and the buzz cut boys, and I never did see my favorite hat or my sunglasses again. Damn! The sunglasses were cheap ones, but I've had that hat for six or seven years. Christian bought it for me at a Pirates baseball game when I was twelve or thirteen years old. Just thinking about that conjures up a long forgotten memory. I'd whined to Christian that I need a new baseball cap and he'd said, "I'll buy a hat for you Oliver, but you have to give me a kiss on my lips first". I'd quickly kissed Christians lips and he laughed and bought me my Pirates baseball cap, but hell, I'd kiss Christian any time he asked me to back in those days, hat or no hat; I love my brother. That's no secret to anyone, he's always been wonderful to me. For the longest time I thought that all little brothers kissed their big brothers when told to. That was a year or so before Tyler's horrible accident. Back then my Aunt Ceil always said that she wished her kids, our cousins, could get along like Christian and I got along. Funny, I hadn't thought about that kissing thing between Christian and me for years. Thinking about my lost hat brought it to mind just now. And, of course, I also thought of the recent kiss at my graduation party too. Maybe Christian was taking a trip down memory lane with that kiss, maybe knowing he'd soon be moving far away. No, that couldn't be it, he hadn't know about Seattle then. I wonder what's up with these random thoughts I'm having, although I do have one last thought on the matter. Christian never asked for a kiss after Tyler's death. My graduation party was the first kiss on the lips in five years. What does it all mean, if anything? Damn, strange thoughts.

I drive around some just because I like driving my new car, not because I have anywhere special to go. This fabulous car my brother bought for me has helped me gain some self confidence and I love the damn thing like mad, so maybe I should have kissed him when he gave it to me. Brotherly kiss. Maybe that's it. Damn, there I go with more of the 'kiss' thoughts. I make myself think about my new car. I really do love everything about the car, but even though I'm trying to avoid thinking about Christian at the moment, thinking about the car has me going right back to thinking about him again. Thinking about how he's living all the way on the other side of the country, in Seattle, Washington, and thinking how much I miss him already, maybe especially because I know how far away he is. Damn, no one will ever look after me like he did. Christian spoiled me something terrible, and something wonderful, too. Of course I know now that most brothers don't kiss each other on the lips, but so what? It's what we did back then because it's what Christian wanted and I liked it too. What's the harm in that? Day-dreaming is okay at times and convertibles are fabulous all the time, except sometimes. Like when the temperature is too hot and maybe the car air conditioner is a better alternative to having the top down. And sometimes day-dreaming or just plain thinking too much makes a person feel sad or a little bit scared. Today might qualify as one of those days for both of those things, so I park two blocks from the boardwalk and put the Mini's top up, lock the car and walk up on the boards slowly trying to clear my head of troubling thoughts. Immediately I notice that the breeze off the ocean makes it about ten degree cooler up on the boards. Well, that's nice. Now I need something to shake me out of this 'blue funk' I've landed in. Food always helps.

Taylor pork-roll on a hamburger bun with ketchup and french fries on the side, is what I order at a little stand. For my drink I order a black-and-white milkshake, and a damn nice lunch it is too.

The milkshake choice is in honor of me and Alexander, who I'm now thinking about. I want to lighten-up and enjoy myself, so I'm thinking only cheery thoughts; tomorrow morning with Alexander to be specific. Gee, I can't be getting horny already, can I ? Apparently I can. Staring out at the ocean while I slowly eat my lunch creates a very hypnotic feeling, the ocean's so amazing to watch as endless waves pour onto the beach and there's that optical illusion of the ocean and horizon meeting where the world ends; it's very cool. I'm sitting on a bench with my back to the boardwalk looking out and thinking I might get another Taylor pork-roll sandwich because my first one was so good. Maybe with a little onion this time. "Hey, Hi. I like your new haircut. It rocks, dude." I hear this and then someone slaps me on the shoulder. What the...? Turning around I see a short kid standing behind me. Oh yeah, it's the small, buzz cut kid with the contagious smile. He was with that Mike kid earlier in the week. His smile is full voltage at the moment and, god damn, if I don't smile back at him, and say, "Oh, Hi." The smiley boy has his hand out saying, "I've looked for you on the boardwalk almost every day. My name is Tucker Dwight. Nice to meet you. This time under better circumstances, huh?" I shake hands quickly, but can't stop myself from looking around to see if Mike is in the area. I don't know if I'm hoping he is or hoping he isn't. Neither he nor any other buzz-cut boys are here. I guess I'm glad.

Tucker asked, "Do you have a name?" and then that big smile again and I have to smile again too. Damn, I feel stupid smiling at him all the time. Staying seated, I mumbled my name and he takes a step behind me and started massaging my shoulders. He says, "Oliver, huh? What the hell kind of name is that? How's this massage feel?" I shrugged my shoulders to move them away from his hands and stuttered, "Ha, Hey, don't do that." Tucker is immediately apologetic and goes into this bizarre tale about how his grandmother taught him the art of massage when he was twelve years old, and he likes to share his skill with his friends. I notice from the little bit of massage he did on me that he has very strong hands. Still, I have to frown at his strange story although he seems so proud of it all. Well, it is about his grandmother who he seems to adore, so I relax a little, nodding my head trying not to be too negative while thinking about how sweet my own grandmother is to me. I say, "Oh, oh, yeah, your massage felt okay, good actually. Your grandmother taught you very well. She did that for a living, did she? Being a masseuse?" Tucker sits down next to me on the bench, a little too closely if you ask me, and goes into this long explanation about his grandmother coming over from the old country not knowing the language, but she knew the technique of massage. She did eventually make a career out of the massage techniques she'd brought over from Poland, although even to this day she can't speak much English, and he goes on and on about it. He's so animated in the telling of the story it's actually interesting at the beginning. After ten minutes or so though I know more than I need to know on the subject of Tucker's grandmother and massage. But you know, the thing with Tucker is that he has this very nice self-deprecating personality and he's small, but very well put together, and he looks right in my eyes while talking with this conscientious manner of his, like he really wants to please, very sincere and all that. Then, of course, there's his smile. He does try a little too hard, but he's a cute kid just the same and I'm starting to like him. I say, "That's interesting, Tucker," and then to act friendly, I add, "I'm curious, let me rub your buzzed head and see what that feels like." He smiles and I smile back at him, as he mumbles, "Sure, go ahead, Oliver." I give his buzz cut head a good rub with the palm of my hand and it feels like real short hair. Duh!

We walk the boards together for awhile, and he talks, Tucker just kind of grows on you little by little. He's so sincere it's almost comical, but I'm having a good enough time and I like him fine even though he always seemed to be partially in my space, if you know what I mean. Too close all the time and I get the urge to stretch my arms out or something. After we've been goofing around together for an hour or so Tucker invites me over to his Aunt and Uncles place for a swim. He tells me about this beautiful private pool they have and he wants to show me a few things he's sure will be right up my alley. I'm not at all sure what he means by that, but I'm intrigued. My new adventurous self, asks, "What kind of things you talking about, the things that'll be right up my alley?" I tell him right up front that I don't do any kind of drugs. He goes, "For Christ sake, it's got nothing to do with drugs. I'll tell you all about it. Sexy stuff. Hell, you're going to love it. How old are you anyway?" I tell him I'm nineteen and this excited him. "Jesus, three years older then me. This is gonna rock! I thought you might be sixteen or seventeen at the most." Tucker's real animated, like I said, and it makes me smile. He has a lot of energy. Did he say sexy stuff? Earlier I'd told him about the Mini Cooper and he is hot to see it. So, what the hell, I like to show it off. I follow him down the ramp leading off the boardwalk while he's giving me general directions to his aunt's house. I know the area and he seems very anxious that I see the pool so I guess we're going. What the hell, a swim sounds okay, but I better get a little clearer explanation about the sexy stuff. Tucker drives me to where the Mini's parked and when he sees it he couldn't stop going on about how hot my car is and on and on and on. Finally even I'm getting bored with it and want to change the subject, so I mention the swimming pool. Tucker goes, "Oh, if you really want to, I guess I can take you, but you're going to have to follow my rules when we get there. That has to be understood upfront because there are rules for private pools, safety ones and others. You cool with that?" Now I'm confused because he's making it seem like he was doing me a favor letting me swim in the goddamn pool when, just a couple minutes ago, I thought I was the one doing him the favor by going with him. What the hell?

Tucker's getting in his car and shouts back, "You promised me you'd follow the rules, Oliver, don't forget. Just follow me, it's only about fifteen minutes from here." He drives off waving his arm out the window for me to follow. Well, I can't just blow the kid off. He seemed so excited about me going for a swim with him when we were on the boardwalk, I'm probably misreading him now. The new adventurous Oliver, that's me! Tucker's considerate that I don't lose him at traffic lights and we get to his Aunt's place in less than fifteen minutes. Like I said, I knew generally where I was and how to get back and all that. Getting out of my car and looking around I see this is a very nice neighborhood. Big expensive, single homes. I follow smiling Tucker around a high hedge, through a gate and along a tall wood fence, and then across a stone walk and there it is. A beautiful secluded pool. Not huge, about fifteen feet wide by thirty feet long, just the way he described it. Lots of pretty shrubs and flowers growing here and there and everywhere. This place is very private and quite pretty. A minute after we're inside the pool area Tucker turns to me and says, "Rule number one, Oliver. We skinny dip. Get your swimsuit off." He sounds different, like he's pissed-off about something. No smile, just a stern look on his face and authority in his voice. I give him a puzzled look with a half a smile, assuming he's joking, and then tell him I don't do 'skinny-dipping', and anyway is he crazy; nobody skinny dips in a family swimming pool. I chuckle a bit to show I understand it's a joke, but something about his attitude is making me feel uncomfortable. He takes his bathing suit right off and flicks it onto a lounge chair near the pool. Now I'm really uncomfortable, plus my mouth drops open as he pulls his polo shirt over his head and tosses it on top of his bathing suit. He definitely has a hot body, but his pecker is less than three inches long and quite thin. He has a regular pubic patch and his nuts aren't especially small, just that tiny dick of his. Quite frankly I'm flabbergasted; I've never seen anything like that penis of his on a teenager. Why the fuck would he want to display that infantile penis, skinny dipping or any other way?

Looking away I'm hoping he hadn't noticed me gawking at his tiny dick. "Hey", Tucker said, " I know you've probably never role-played before, but I'll bet you've messed around with your friends doing sexy stuff together. You are definitely the type and I spotted it in you right away, especially the way you became docile for Mike. Now, get that swimsuit off right now so we can get started." I can't tell you how shocking his transformation is. It sort of paralyzed me with disbelief. From sweet, cute Tucker, who I felt sorry for, into this new person with a tiny dick who is very confident and aggressive. But, even as weird as it is, there's something in the back of my head that wants me to do what he says, a tingling in my penis too. I'd had similar urges with my fairly recent Ryjohn episode and Tucker's right, that very recent Mike episode gave me the same sensation, so maybe it's me that's weird. While that thought flashes through my head, Tucker's walking slowly over to me. He's holding his tiny dick between his thumb and index finger and stroking the skin back and forth on that pencil nub of a penis. I can't help myself, I'm back into my staring mode with my mouth open again. He comes right up in front of me and, without a word, put his hand swiftly inside the front of my swimsuit and cups my balls, then squeezes them very hard. My eyes open wider than I would have thought possible and I go up on my toes leaning into Tucker with my hands grasping his shoulders. Of all the things that anyone has ever done to me this has got to be the most unexpected and most painful. He says, "Pull your swimsuit down". I let go of his shoulders and just lean my chest against his, my face next to his neck and my eyes looking over his shoulder and down his back as the pain flies around my brain. Fumbling with his hand at my waist, Tucker pulls my swimsuit down to my knees. I don't fight it, he squeezed my nuts so hard I couldn't even get a scream out and the thought of another squeeze like that is unthinkable. Although I tried to scream, only a wheezing long note managed to escape my throat. I almost throw up, like I use to do all the time when I was a kid. Panting with the pain as it rolls around my groin and belly, I clutch onto Tucker to keep from falling over. Sweat drips off my face and I'm not thinking straight. He was back to stroking his tiny dick, but stops that and takes mine in his fist and begins stroking a normal sized dick. He's back to holding my nuts tightly in his other hand too, not squeezing at the moment. He has me under control for now as the pain in my nuts and all through my mid-section is roaring, although it's beginning to abate somewhat. It took a minute or two before the fading pain allows me to notice an on-coming tingle of pleasure in my cock from his stroking. My hands are holding onto his shoulders again with my head still resting against his neck while the pain in my groin is slipping away at it's own slow pace. I can't speak, just groan.

Tucker's voice is more compassionate sounding now. It's as if he were speaking to a little kid, who he'd just punished, but who he is ready to forgive. In that voice, he says, "You'll be fine in a few minutes. Just do what you're told, okay Oliver?" I nod my head 'yes' against the side of his face as my senses begin returning to me. Tucker said quietly, "Good boy. Now, Oliver, I want you to stay leaning against me, but put your arms around my neck. Do what I say, put your arms around my neck, Oliver." And he squeezes my nuts slightly. My arms go tightly around his neck and I nuzzled in against his small tight, smooth body as best I can. I can feel strength in that small body and he easily keeps me from falling, even though I'm a good five inches taller than him. It feels somewhat awkward scrunching down to have my head on his shoulder, but I don't trust myself without support at the moment. He had a very pleasant odor about him too. "Oliver, you're doing just fine. You'll be feeling a lot better in a couple more minutes," He's whispering now, "It's important you accept that I'm in charge here. Do you understand that yet, Oliver?" He's still stroking my cock and it's firming up, no doubt about it. Tucker has more to say, "Hug my neck tightly with your left arm and rub your fingers over my head with your right hand massaging my scalp. I want you to get use to doing what I tell you so that's why I'm telling you to do these little things." He's speaking in a nice, concerned voice now, like he's really trying to help me, not that what he says makes much sense. I feel his buzzed head again and sort of rub it. I'm thinking that under different circumstances he wouldn't have to be jerking me off, I'd be getting hard just hugging this kid. Great body. Tucker starts up again instructing me, "This is all part of the preliminary submissive training for you. This can really be fun for you, you'll see." My head is aching a little, as in a headache from the ball busting, but it'll be a temporary situation now that the pain has finally faded. Most of what Tucker says makes no sense and I have a passing thought, 'Could it be that this fucker is crazy?' I'm getting some of my senses back finally, but by now Tucker has my cock leaking precum from the constant stroking and it's feeling good so I'm having mixed-up thoughts that this is kinda sexy hot. If Tucker wants to give me a hand-job before our swim, why didn't he just say so, how about sucking my cock too. I had to smile at this strange experience. Somehow he's got lube on his fingers which helps him slide his fist up and down my hard six inch pole faster and faster and I can't help grunting, "Ah ah oh oh..." All the time still hugging him around his neck. I'm getting very close to a climax in spite of the tight grip Tucker is using on my boner and my hips, seemingly on their own, begin thrusting.

Tucker voice gets angry again as he says, "You've got to listen to me. I'll squeeze your nuts again if you don't start paying attention. You need to admit to yourself and to me that I'm in charge of you here. You need to say it outloud and really believe it. Do you understand?" The very thought of him doing another nut cruncher causes my boner to lose most of it's bone, so I quickly say, "Okay, okay, you're in charge, Tucker. I'm positive about that, I got it, I got it. No more ball crunchers, please". Tucker stops stroking my boner and rubs up the back of my head in an affectionate way, saying, "Sure, that wasn't so hard, was it? Good boy, Oliver. I'm seldom wrong about guys like you." He really sounds pleased that I agreed he's in charge. Fuck, as long as he's still holding my nuts, of course he's in charge. Tucker now started talking in a nice, low, matter of fact way, "After you cum, you may ask me for one thing. A beer, or soda, or to go to the bathroom, or what have you. One thing only to start though. Okay? This is called role playing; I'm playing the dominant role and you're doing the submissive one. It's very sexy for both of us. You'll see. Have fun with it." He's hugging and rubbing the back of my neck and head. He switched body position a little when he'd let go of my cock, and when he moves now I feel his steel spike poke my thigh; he's got an incredibly hard boner going for him. My forehead has moved to his shouder now and I can look down the front of him and see that his tiny dick had grown hard and stands straight out from his pubes. Hard now, it's almost four inches long, but it's head has swelled to almost a normal size cock head. I can hardly believe my eyes. If somebody told me about Tucker's dick I wouldn't believed him. My semi-boner is being ignored as it bobs between us with each rub of my head. Tucker goes, " If you can finish getting yourself off in twelve strokes we'll discuss that one request you've got coming to you. Jerk yourself off now."

Jesus, can this get any more fucked up? He very well may be crazy like I wondered about a few minutes ago. This whole deal has moved way past weird now, but I grab my boner and do rapid, tight strokes and I'm right on the edge of blowing my load when Tucker squeezes my sore nuts a tad and says, "Stop! That's twelve strokes." I stop immediately, leaving the head of my cock stretched and shiny, and dripping. I needed to cum now. "Put your arms around my neck again and don't pick your head off my shoulder until I tell ya to." I don't intend to do it, but as I hugged his neck I moan, "Ohhhhh", as if I'm aroused by hugging his neck, but it's actually the feeling in my cock that caused the moan. Tucker quietly mutters, "I know, I know. You're getting attached to my control over you already, and it's a turn-on for you. You'll be fine, you're in capable hands." I wonder, "What the fuck's he talking about now?" My balls are hard and full of cum. The head of my cock burns as my slit opens slightly ready to fire my spunk. I bite my lip and grimaced, but I really need to stroke my boner two, three more times and have it explode. I say, "I'm sure you're right about all this, um, stuff... ah, but, Tucker, I need to finish getting off. Please don't squeeze my nuts anymore. Come on Tucker, you know how it is with us guys. I need to cum like mad." Tucker takes a big annoyed breath and, as he lets it out he says, "Don't whine, you'll screw-up my mood, but alright, go ahead," and I stroked three times slow and then four real fast strokes and the cum shoots out with a burning feeling at the speed it comes out. I do a long sigh of relief, but it wasn't a good feeling except for the relief part. I can't remember another time when climaxing didn't feel fantastic. This is another first for me.

I'd had my eyes tightly closed climaxing and, like I said, it wasn't a good feeling so there's very little after shock. I just want this stupid experience to get over with. Wiping the cum off my hand on the back of my T-shirt I feel spurts of wetness on my thighs and open my eyes to see Tucker the pervert pulling on his four inch boner and shooting off quite a lot of cum, most of it on me. He still has my nuts in his other hand so I wait. After awhile he says, "Whew, that rocked! How'd your's feel? " I say nothing and so he goes, "Okay, time for your one wish. What can I get you? We'll take a break for a few minutes. Isn't this fun?" I'm thinking, 'It's official. This fucker is as crazy as a junkyard dog." To Tucker I say, "My request is that I can get my cell phone out of my car. If dad calls me and I don't answer, I'm up shits creek." I don't know where I came up with that bull-shit story, but it sounds believable to me. He reluctantly says," Oh alright, as long as we understand each other Mr Nineteen-year-old. I will let go of your nuts, but it is a simple thing for me to get a controlling position on you whenever I want to, so stay on your toes and do what I tell you. Got it?" I definitely got it. Any kind of squeeze on my nuts would have me groveling on the ground by now. I nod my head up and down. Tucker says, " First, step out of your swimsuit." Oh yeah, I forgot they're around my ankles. I step out of them, and he goes, "Good boy. Kick it over near the pool." I kicked it and hear a quiet splash. Guess I kicked it too hard. Tucker gives me instructions in a casual manner, "When I tell you to, make a mad dash for your car out there on the street. Do it with your bare ass hanging out along with that nice set of cock and balls you got swinging in the breeze. I'm allowing you fifteen seconds to get the cell phone and get back to standing at attention right here in front of me. You'll get a smack on your bare ass for every second over the fifteen. Got it?" I go, "Yeah, I got it, Tucker." After hesitating a second, he let's go of my nuts and yells, "Go! Time starts right now." He begins with the count of one second one , two seconds two, three....

I ran out the gate bare-assed and once around the high hedge I grab either side of the neck of my T shirt, the one I'd changed into that reads, 'WILDWOOD NEW JERSEY' on the front, and I rip the neck open until I can pull it down over my shoulders and arms and wear the T-shirt like a skirt. Walking to my car, not running now. I've said I'm not a fighter and I'm not, but I never considered myself a coward either. Tucker's strong, especially for his size, but if he wants to come charging out here after me, so be it. I'm super motivated to kick his ass, after I punt his tiny dick to his Adan's apple, but I'd rather not do it wearing a T-shirt as a skirt. My head has finally cleared quite a bit from the confusion of that painful nut busting. I don't really know how long he'd had me literally 'by the balls', but it seems like maybe five minutes tops. I'm really pissed-off now and I'm bigger and older than him, and if need be I'll kick that no-dick's ass from here to the boardwalk. Hopefully I won't need to do that right now because frankly I'm not feeling real good at the moment, I'm still a little nauseous from the pain. I never take the Mini's car key swimming with me, pool or beach, because I'm afraid water or sand will screw it up. That key is like a little computer with all the things you can do with it. I reach under the mat, get the key and fire up the Mini Cooper S. Stepping on the gas while in neutral, revving-up that loud throaty-sounding engine and turning on the music fairly loud I sit there to see if Tucker wants to make an appearance.

Sure enough, he comes running out behind the hedge with his swimsuit back on shouting, "Hey!" I stay there at the curb looking at him, half expecting to have to get out and fight. He yells, "Hey! Hey! Hey!" but he doesn't approach the car. Assuming he has covered all the "Hey" conversation he has by now, and since he didn't make a move toward me, I flip him the finger and drive slowly away. I yell back to him, "I'll be back you Jekyll & Hyde homo motherfucker." I hear, "Hey!" one last time. I guess he couldn't think of anything else to say. He obviously hadn't expected me to run out on him, me being under his control and all that other bull shit he had spewed out. I drive the speed limit, my license and owners card are in the glove box, but getting pulled over in my T-shirt-skirt is not what I need right now. My mind's running all over the place. I couldn't have conjured-up a scene like the one in a million years. He's one sick pervert and a homo too, but who am I to call someone a homo?! If I told Alexander about this, would he even believe me? I owe pay-back to Tucker for that ball busting he did on me and I'm getting madder and madder thinking about it. Plus that buzz cut gang is putting a hurtin' on my wardrobe; my hat, sunglasses, boardies, and sandals. But right then I get the giggles thinking about his "tiny dick" and I need to pull off the road because I get laughing too hard. I'm laughing about the tiny dick for sure, but maybe a little bit of my laughter is of the hysterical variety because of a feeling of relief getting away from a situation that borders on the crazy, scary side. What's with that crazy bastard anyway? Submissive and dominant? Maybe I need to check that out on Google, see if he made that shit up.

I get it together and concentrate on my driving. My balls are healing amazingly fast and I'm proud of both of them. When I get to our duplex I pull right up on the sidewalk next to our front door, then jump out, get the key from the flower pot, unlocked the door, and run up the stairs. Inside I put on a jock strap, jockey underwear, jeans, sneakers and an old Italian T shirt; then grab a cold Snapple and run back, locking the door behind me. Nobody around to witness my quick change. I get in my Mini and while drinking my lemon flavored Snapple ice tea I slowly drive off the side walk and back onto the road. I'm headed back to get my swimsuit and my

sandals. The buzz cut boys have taken all they're going to take from me. Sunglasses, my favorite hat and now my swimsuit? Fuck that! I'm not taking any more shit from that group, but I sure wished Christian was with me. It took about twenty minutes to get to his aunts house from the duplex and I missed the turn-off twice, but then there it is. I pull right up their driveway, leave the car running and go to open the gate, but it's locked. I hammer on it and Tucker, now using his good guy voice says, "Is that you. Oliver?" I tell him he's goddamn right it's me and give me my fucking swim suit right now. He immediately throws it and my sandals over the fence. Obviously he fished the swimsuit out of the pool and was waiting for me to come back. It's a six foot high wooden fence between us so I can't see him and he can't see me. I'd chosen the clothes I'm wearing because I expect to be in a fight. I can't get in through the locked gate so I scream, "Get your ass out here, Tucker. I'm going to pull your tiny dick off and step on your nuts." He starts in on how sorry he is and how he'd misjudged the whole thing, and please don't tell anyone because he wasn't really a homo, and it's all just suppose to be a fun dom/sub game, and didn't I ever hear of that, and he couldn't be more sorry, and more than anything, he just wants to be friends, and he thought I'd love being dominated by someone who was shorter and younger, and why didn't I just say I didn't want to do it, and he is so fucking sorry I can't possibly know how bad he feels and how embarrassed he is that he got it all wrong and about me .....and on and on. He was still going on non-stop when I pull away in the Mini. If I see him up on the boardwalk we're going to get into it. And, if these nuts of mine somehow, due to the crushing, prevent me from having a hot time with Alexander tomorrow morning I'll go looking for that son of a bitch Tucker and tie his tiny dick in a tiny knot. I get a lot more macho as soon as I'm sure Tucker was staying behind that fence, and then even more so the further away from his Aunt's house I get.. Macho oliver, that's me.

I drive back to the boardwalk and try to get my adrenaline under control, but I feel sick to my stomach so after a while I go back to the house to lie down. Not a good afternoon for me at. This afternoon, as adventurous Oliver, I wound-up stepping on my own balls, sort of. In a very short while I fall asleep and when I wake up two hours later I'm feeling a lot better. My folks come in from the beach and the world is back to normal. We have a nice dinner and I stay in tonight to watch the Pirates play the Phillies. I'm in bed sleeping by ten o'clock and am I ever rested and ready to go the next morning. My balls feel fine. I'd analyzed the Tucker affair all during the ball game last night and it was a weird, weird experience, no doubt about that. No matter how hard I tried I simply couldn't understand how he thought he was going to get me to do what he wanted once he let go of my nuts. He kept inferring I wanted to be under his control and that I'd want to do whatever he said, but that didn't make a lot sense to me. Why the hell would I want to do that? Then I remembered the initial tingle in my dick and it gets me thinking I'm weird to get excited being controlled by Ryjohn or Mike, and I sort of felt it with Tucker for a while there too, so what's up with that? Yeah, I'd experienced a little bit of that funny sensation I guess, but certainly not from someone hurting me like crushing my nuts, that's 'nuts'. Oh well, I guess I just don't get it. I'll have to leave it at that. Another mystery of life, but I do know that anything involving the buzz cut boys is off-the-wall and way too violent for me. I'm staying clear of them unless I run into Tucker when he's alone. That's how I'm leaving it. Other than that, I'm forgetting about the whole sorry affair.

Alexander came over the next morning, of course, and we had our regular make-out which lasted longer than yesterday so maybe we got something going on between us; I mean, something more than getting our rocks off. This time Alexander spontaneously spunked his load on my stomach humping between our bellies with him going, "Oh oh oh", the whole time he was spouting cum. While Alexander's recovering from his messy, but nice climax, I maintain my boner by stroking it every once in a while. Then, when Alexander's ready for it I fuck him as he lay on his stomach... me laying on top of him. We wanted to try this position for purposes of deepest penetration possible. We were all about experimenting different positions to fuck in. I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn't see any feminine moves from Alexander and I kept my fingers in his mouth to keep his comments to a minimum. He sucked on my fingers the whole time. I don't believe I've ever cum harder than I did with that fuck. My face was in his fantastic hair on the back of his head half the time and the rest of the time I was kissing or just inhaling his special smell at the back of his neck. We were both dripping with sweat by the time the climaxes arrived. What a absolutely incredible feeling that climax was. I'm learning more and more about sex, but I'm still very unsure about love, to say the least. Cristobal says he and I are not in love because you must know someone very well first, not just meet them for a day, to be in love. I guess the best way to put it is that I'm in love with what I know about Cristobal. I guess it's okay to love that much at least. And, now I can say the same thing about Alexander. I don't say it to him, just to myself. I love the part I know about you, Alexander, minus the feminine part. If that's allowed, love-wise. Each morning that week we have hotter and hotter sex. A number of times I thought about bringing up the delicate 'feminine' matter, but I chickened out, so that's unresolved. One important development of recent days is that our relationship won't be over when our vacation is over. The University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia is only a one and a half hour drive from the North's house in Delaware. I'm going to get down there, using the need for haircut as my excuse, or to say "Hi" to the twins and maybe spend the weekend when I can. Details to be worked out 'on-line'. We'd already exchanged email addresses and I have a feeling the twins are going to bombarding my mailbox, but that's okay too.

Alexander will also be making some trips up to see me. We plan on staying together at a Motel 6 when he visits and that's because I'll have a room mate in my dorm so Alexander couldn't stay there and do the things we're planning to do. I don't think Cristobal will have any problem with me having more than one boyfriend. He's very open-minded and of course I have no experience with these things, but I do think I want to be up front about it. Surely that's the best way to handle the situation. I know Cristobal has other boyfriends, or he has in the past at least. Of course, I can't communicate with him until September when his European trip is over. From time to time Alexander would say he loves the way I taste or smell or feel, or the way I fuck and suck, and things like that, which is wonderful to hear. But, he never once said, "I love you, Oliver." So I guess he agrees with Cristobal. I'd told Alexander about Cris and it isn't a problem. At least, I don't think he has a problem with it. He just sort of looks away and looks up in the air the few times I've mentioned Cristobal's name. Probably he just doesn't think it's any of his business. Now that I've just said that I'm thinking that the only times Alexander has acted strange or pouty around me were the times Cristobal's name was mentioned. God damn it, I hope he isn't jealous of Cris.

It's Friday morning and Alexander's with me in my bed as usual. Vacation is coming to an end. We all wish we had another week down here. After this today we won't see each other until the fall because it's too long of a drive from our home in Pennsylvania to where the North's live, so I probably won't see any of them till I go away to college. Our last morning together and for something new I want to see what Alexander's long cock felt like way up inside me. He claims he isn't a very good 'top', but he wants to get better at because he likes it and he'll be happy to do it with me. Well, he does get himself off and fill the condom with his cum while basically screaming out all the while he was fucking me. He really enjoyed fucking my hole it seems, but I ended up having to jerk myself off. Alexander's right, he's not very good at being a top. Too much girly conversation and screeching out and way too tentative in his fucking. He fucked me methodically as if he was jerking himself off using my hole instead of his fist. That's what it seemed like. So, he's not perfect. Neither am I. But, the parts of Alexander that are fabulous, like making-out and blowing me and being a fun friend, and letting me fuck him far outweigh the bad parts like fucking me and the little feminine things he occasionally does while I'm fucking him. I'm going to miss him something terrible, I just know it. Both of us have a tear or two during our last kisses together. He tells me he likes me better than anyone he's ever met. That's a pretty good endorsement. I thanked him and told him that I'm inexperienced with love, so I can't be sure, but I might be in love with him. I said all that in a fast, hot-shit kind of way. Not a lovers kind of way, but it still made him stop and pause for a couple of seconds before saying, "Thanks, Oliver. That's a sweet thing to remember you by until we meet again in September." It was his pause that concerned me a little. We kissed some more, but you can guess what happened next. He saw the time and he scooted to make his last tee-time. Fucking golf!

Alexander left Wildwood after dinner Friday night to drive back to Delaware. He's competing in his private club's club championship tournament at seven Saturday morning. We all wished him good luck. Alexander and I just do a little hand wave goodbye. Very anti-climatic after our eight days of sex together. I feel a bit down in the dumps, but I'd promised the twins I'd go on the boardwalk with them our last night here. Knowing Alexander isn't even in Wildwood by the time we're going on amusement rides really took all the fun out of everything for me. Not the twins, they were having a blast right up to the last second. I wonder why I get so attached to some boys, I wanted to cry knowing that Alexander was probably home in Delaware by now. Maybe with his Delaware boyfriend, if he has one. Damn. Saturday morning we pack the SUV and my folks get on the road about ten o'clock; they're stopping at the rental office to drop off the key. I told them I was hanging around for a few hours saying goodbye to Wildwood for another year and I'd see them at home. I'd gone over to the North's with my parents to say goodbye just before my folks left. The twins were off getting in one last swim in the ocean and I know that the Norths are planning to leave within the hour, so I need time to say goodbye to Nathan and Noah when they get back from the beach. In the meantime I sit on our back deck taking in the view one last time and finishing off the last bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator.

Shortly I spot the twins walking back from the beach, looking like they're attached at the hip. They both go around the side of the duplex to use the outdoor shower. A few minutes later I watch them towel off and I go inside. I'd called out to them, but they didn't hear me. This has been an awesome two weeks for me. Well, except for those fucking buzz-cut boys. Meeting the twins and then Alexander has been awesome. Goddamn, do I ever have a 'thing' going for Alexander though, and I can't wait to see him again and taste his taste and all. I get a hard-on just thinking about him. Oh well, I'll just have to wait for September. I better get over to say goodbye to the boys, but just then I hear them thundering up the back stairs. I opened the door just as Noah's reaching to knock. "Oh, Oliver, we were afraid you left already." Nathan seemed sincerely concerned. "We didn't see the Mini Cooper." I told them I'd had to park it up the street last night because all the spots on our street were taken. Just looking at those identical beauties is a pleasure. I smile at them and tell them I'd been just about to come over to their place. "How the hell could I leave without saying goodbye to you two?" We all hug and Nathan says, "You're our other big brother now and you should give us a kiss goodbye like Alexander did last night." Oh my God, I had no problem with that. I hugged Nathan to me and he wrapped his arms around my waist tight which felt so nice. I kissed him like I saw Alexander kiss him, on the cheek with a long kiss and then drag my lips along his cheek almost to his mouth, then breaking the kiss off, I mutter, "I'm going to miss you, Nathan." He looks up and quickly kisses my chin saying, "Not as much as I'll miss you, I bet." Nathan let go of me and looked at Noah who came over and took Nathan's place. Same fabulous hug. The boys have this wonderful youthful smell about them. Their skin seems new, it smells almost like a baby's skin. I'd sprung a boner from Nathan's hug and kiss so to avoid pushing my boner against Noah I stood almost sideways when he hugged me. This put my thigh between Noah's legs. I kissed him the same way I kissed Nathan and I could immediately feel his five inch cock grow against my thigh; it got as hard as my six inch is. Noah was pushing it against my leg and grinding a little. What the...? When I dragged my lips across his cheek he moved his head in the opposite direction and we were lips on lips. From the street the horn from the North's car was sounding for the boys, Noah gave my lips a big wet kiss and he quietly murmurs, "We love you, Oliver." He let go of me and both the twins ran down the stairs with tears on their cheeks. Somebody finally said they loved me. I have tears on my cheeks too. But, I'm wicked confused....

What did it all mean? Was that rehearsed? Did Noah mean 'he' loved me, but because they always spoke using the plural it came out "we' instead of "I" ? Or was Noah representing both of them. Noah has spokened any number of times in my presents, but only to say..yes, no, or okay. One word answers to questions I'd asked and his voice is identical to Nathan's, but he chooses not to use it. It would be totally out of character for him to be their spokesman for something like this, so it probably was "I love you" as in "I love my brother". But then, what was the boy's boner all about ? Another Wildwood mystery for me, I guess. The Norths had driven off by the time I sauntered, in a bit of a fog, down the back steps and closed the door for the last time, hearing the lock click before walking towards the Mini. I had a semi-boner just thinking about the twin's and the goodbye kisses. That was an unexpected bit of icing on the beautiful cake that was this entire two week vacation. Damn, am I ever happy to have met those three. I'll be daydreaming about the North boys and that's for sure. I thought about all three of them as I got in my car. Well, nothing to be done now but to check out the boardwalk one last time. I drive ten blocks down from our duplex because there's more action on the boardwalk down a little bit. Pulling around a corner, almost blindly because of a high shrub, a guy entering the intersection blast his horn at me just as some guy on a motorbike swerves in front of me and gives me the finger and yells out something that sounded like "asshole". Fuck! That was lovely. No one was hit or anything and the three of us go our separate ways, but I was a little bit shook-up so I parked in a lot and begrudgingly paid the fifteen dollars. The lot is right next to the boardwalk. It's unbelievable that a guy blows his horn at me when it was his own damn fault we almost had an accident, and then some guy on a fucking motorbike, who had actually cut me off, gives me the finger because he thought I blasted my horn at him. Both of those two were in the wrong and both of them got pissed at me. Life isn't always fair. Trying to forget about it, I walk up onto the boardwalk for the last time this year. For me it's the fourteenth beautiful Wildwood day in a row. Everyday of our vacation weather had been near perfect. The ocean looks spectacular with bright sunshine glistening off it's dark surface. The white caps contrasting with that dark color of the ocean as the waves brake on the beach. Pigeons squawking and fighting with each other over a scrap of bread. The boardwalk's bustling with people at eleven in the morning. Walkers, bicycle riders and the joggers, including the groups of young teen boys jogging together that I like to look at. Here comes six of them in a line right now...cute! and HOT!

I hear some guy right behind me say, "Hey, Asshole!" as he gets me in a headlock and really tightens his hold on my neck. "Aaaaggghhh, Ouch! Fuck!!" I'm not too proud to beg when my neck is being tortured. "Whoa, okay, please stop. What's your fucking problem?" He says, "I don't like assholes blowing their fucking horn at me, shitbag! Got it?." Oh, the guy on the motorbike? I try to tell him I didn't blow my horn, the dickhead behind me blew his horn at me. "Please, man, go twist his head off, I'm innocent. Really, I didn't blow my horn at anybody." The guy lessens his hold on my neck and I mumble, "I swear it wasn't me. Come over to my car and I'll blow my horn for you so you can see it doesn't sound anything like that other horn." The bully says, "Okay, pussy, I'll call your bluff on that. Let's go." He lets up on the headlock and grabs hold of the back of my neck with a powerful grip and pushes me toward the ramp leading to the street. This hurts just as much as the head lock. My hair is all messed-up and my face is red and sweaty as I struggle to walk with this animal pushing me ahead of him. We're almost to the ramp when, thank God, one of the boardwalk policeman glides up on his mountain bike and asked, "What's going on, Sullivan?" In a cheerfully sarcastic voice my attacker says, "Just a bit of fun with one of the summer riffraff, Officer Martin. How are you on this fine day?" The cop says, "Are you having fun, son?" referring to me, I assumed. I said, "Not yet." The cop snorts and goes, "Let him go, Sullivan. Now!" Sullivan says, "Certainly" and he lets go of my neck. I rub it and say thanks to the cop. "Take a hike, son," is what the cop says to me and I walk down the boardwalk wondering if that Sullivan guy who attacked me was going to be in trouble now; I sure hope so. Walking away I don't look back. As a matter of fact I never got a look at the tough guy. He was strong though. Lucky for me that cop came along.

It simply wouldn't do to have that incident be my last memory of Wildwood for the year. I try to get my good mood back by looking at the view out over the ocean and then back to the boardwalk and the view of the young teen joggers. I need to start my summer job next week which I do not believe will be as much fun as Wildwood has been. That was a joke, of course it won't be as much fun. I don't actually expect it to be fun at all, but I'm hoping it wouldn't suck too terribly. It's still two months before I can see Cristobal or Alexander. I'm beginning to think I may be naive in believing that Cris and Alexander won't care if I have two boyfriends. I think back to my little jealous feeling about Alexander being with his Delaware boyfriend, if he even has one. I didn't feel too..., but before I can finish that thought someone grabbed the back of my nylon basketball shorts and, pulling up hard, gives me a wedgy that flattens my balls. "God damnit ! That is crushing my nuts." I croak out, and then got embarrassed and red in the face as a group of older woman stare at me with outraged looks on their faces. Then from the wedgie madman, to me, "I'm not done with you just yet, ya fucking horn-blower. Wouldn't ya rather blow me instead of blowing your horn?" He didn't give a fuck about the old ladies gawking at us. I twist my head around and recognized the tall, blond, buzzcut kid, Mike. I moan, "Oh, no. It was you on the motorbike?" "That's right dick-for-brains. You blew your horn at the wrong kid this time, didn't ya?" I just grunt out, "Oh shit...." and then try to explain again that it wasn't me who blew the horn, but by now he'd pushed me up against the outside railing of the boardwalk, over on the beach side. My back is up tight against the railing and he's leaning into me with the top railing biting into my back. Very uncomfortabe, painful even. Especially with Mike's leg in between my legs, pushing up on my balls. At first it hurt, but he moves his leg slightly, then little humping motions against my cock and with his body pretty much smothering my body I'm getting stimulated. I suppose a straight guy wouldn't have this problem, but I was starting to get the early feelings of a boner coming up.

Mike's nose is level with my eyebrow so he must be a little over six feet tall. Our bodies are tight together and our faces are almost touching. He has perfect skin, not a single imperfection and what an incredibly handsome boy he is. He has to be at least sixteen because he's driving, but up this close he looks younger. Mike is the best looking, hands down, among the trio of him, Alexander and Cristobal, and the last two are cute and good looking and hot, so that's saying something. How lucky am I? Not only two fabulous looking boyfriends, but the young kid who bullies me and beats me up all the time is the best looking kid I ever saw. He smells good too. I couldn't describe how he smelled, it's just hot, good, sexy; things like that come to mind. Trying not to be obvious about it, I couldn't help but take a big inhale of him. He asks, "Are you getting a boner? Is that what I'm feeling on my leg?" and he increased the motion on my cock with his thigh. I simply say, "Yes, I am." Mike smiles a little smile and squeezed the back of my neck lightly with his finger tips, then he pulled the short hair on the back of my head till I said, "Ouch, that hurts. Please, man." My arms are holding onto his waist, there's no place else for then actually, and it's comfortable just holding onto him lightly like this. Everything's so odd with all the people continuing to move past us on the boardwalk as if we're invisible. Through-out all this Mike maintains a little smirk on his cute face, he's having fun. He seems to enjoy humiliating me as he rubs his hands on my head and then using the index finger of his right hand, while cupping his left hand behind my head to hold it in place, to put the finger against my lips and moving it up to pull my upper lip inside-out, and he continues to drag that finger slowly up the front of my nose bringing a little mucus from my nose along with some saliva from inside my gum and lip. Then he smears it on my forehead and then pokes that finger at my mouth and when I try to turn my head away, he goes, "No! Open!" and for some reason I slightly parted my teeth and he pushed his finger in my mouth till the tip of his finger hit the back of my throat. "Lick." I move my tongue slightly back and forth on his finger and he pulls it out. Showing a cute smile now and holding his finger up like he's real proud of it, he mumbles, "See...all clean," and he sucks on the same finger smirking like crazy with that cute grin. He has beautiful eyes. It's almost worth being bullied to get to be this intimate with him. This kid is so hot he sizzles without even trying.

Then he uses both his hands to play with my hair, combing it with his fingers so my hair's sticking-up on top of my head, like it's suppose to be anyway. He says, "This is a much better haircut. What'd you say your name was?" I say, "Oliver Nickerson," in kind of a trance, another one. He holds me in place against the railing with the pressure of his entire body leaning on me, his cheek rubbing against my nose as he changes his mind and decides to mess my hair instead of combing it with his fingers. My hard-on officially becomes a boner. Mike casually asks, "You always get boners when a guy leans against you? You'd have plenty of problems doing that on my high school wrestling team" and I mutter, "I don't always get a boner, it depends on the guy. If it's someone hot like you, yeah, I get a boner." He makes a face like he can't believe I said just that, and he spits out, "What, you some kind of fag or something?" I try to look him in the eyes, but it's not easy because our faces are so close. I say, for only the second time in my life, "Yes, I'm gay." Mike looks truly taken-aback, "Don't bullshit me. Nobody just says they're gay. Prove it. Kiss me on the lips, homo." I've been fed-up with this buzz cut crowd for a while now and, feeling a little wild and crazy and pissed-off, I kiss him on the lips and push my tongue in against his teeth. I swear he kissed back a little, a reflect action probably. He exclaims, "Holy shit! You do that again and I'll knock your fucking teeth out." He cups his hand on my cheeks along my jaw, and squeezed a little. I'm thinking, "How much do I care about my teeth?" It might be worth getting them knocked out for another kiss with him. I stare at him, and just like that he smiles a great smile. Jesus, what a cute face when he smiles, even cuter then before. He backs off and put his arm around my neck, and goes, "We'll forget that kiss, you remind me of somebody I'm very fond of. Come on, walk with me awhile."

It takes me completely by surprise, but what's new about that? We walk a couple of steps, and he says, "You know what? I admire you for coming out and saying you're gay. That takes guts. Damn, I never heard another, well, I did hear one other kid say it actually, but you're just the second. Gay, huh? You don't seem gay." We walk and I still have my boner which I'm trying to hold against my leg using my right hand, in my pocket. He has his arm around my neck as we walk so I put my left arm around his waist. I can't see any benefit from me saying anything so I just keep my mouth shut. Mike seems oblivious to everything and I'm letting myself enjoy his bodily contact. I wonder why I'm going along with him and quicky decide I'm doing it because I want to. He's younger than me but stronger, nonetheless, I could have broken away from him if I wanted to, so obviously I don't want to. This is fun and sexy and different and somehow I know he isn't a bad kid at heart. In fact, I have a feeling that if I needed something, Mike would help me out with it. Strange, but I feel safe with this taller, but younger kid next to me. He possesses some quality I can't put my finger on, and he's intriguing as all get out. It's obvious that Mike pays no attention to the other people around us. As far as he's concerned, there's just me and him alone on the boardwalk today. He tells me about some machine or something that broke down earlier on the farm he works at. Most of the farm boys weren't needed after that. "So, since I got the time, I like to come up on the boardwalk alone; that's what I was trying to do when you ran me off the road, blowing your horn." I look at him with a shake of my head, but I didn't contradict him because it seems a waste of time. We come up to a little breakfast stand that has a few tables out front and Mike says, "Sit here and wait for me." He knew I'd do it. The thought never crosses his mind that I'd just walk off. It never crosses my mind either. I sit here waiting for him and shortly he brings back two paper cups of coffee. Both of the coffees are black with sugar. He just assumed I'd like my coffee the way he takes his. I don't like it this way though, I like lots of cream in my coffee, and not that kind of cream, you perve. I don't say anything about the black coffee except, "Thanks". It's fun just being able to look observe him this close up. When his face is relaxed, somber even, he looks ridiculously handsome and when he smirks or does his little smile he has the cutest face I'd ever seen. It's almost beyond belief.

Mike slurps his coffee, "Too fucking hot." he mutters. Then he takes out a pack of cigarettes and gives me one. I tell him I don't smoke, and Mike says, "Smoke it", so I do. I take little tiny drags on the cigarette as Mike stares at me with a bemused look on his perfect face. He mumbles, "You smoke like a girl. What the fuck's your name, again?" I tell him, "Oliver Nickerson." Mike laughs and goes, "Oh that's right, Oliver? What, your parents hated you or something?" I just shake my head and smile at him. He reaches over and messes my hair some more, saying, "By the way, you gotta get a buzzcut before you can join my gang." I say, "I just got this sixty five dollar haircut last week". Mike goes, "You got robbed." We laugh together, and I go, "Oh no, I didn't. It was free." He goes, "You still got robbed." There's something so sexy about him I gulp for air every so often, you know, when I'd forget to breathe. He apparently feels very comfortable staring at me, but it's making me a little uneasy and I can't hold eye contact with him for long. I need to look out to sea every once in a while and take in a big lungful of air. He'd just tilt his head a little and grin at my discomfort. We drink our bitter coffee without saying too much. Then Mike goes, "I can't get over how much you remind me of my best bud, Richie. You remember him at the Double Shot, right?" I'm like, "Oh, so you do remember me from the Double Shot?" Mike says of course he does and, "Don't think your hair's too short now for me to still get a fist full of it, if I need to". I go, "Oh, please, don't do that to me again. I promise not to stare," Mike smirks a little smile at me and tells me he wants to walk some more. According to Mike I don't look like Richie necessarily, but I have the same body type and everything I do is similar to the way Richie does it. He tells me I react like Richie and that it's all quite weird and hard for him to believe, and I mumble, "Yes, but there it is."

We walk some more, Mike doesn't put his arm across my shoulder right away and I think I'm disappointed about that, so I asks, "Aren't you going to put your arm on my shoulders?" He gives me another smirk and does a nod of his head, indicating for me to get closer. When I stepped next to him he puts his arm around my neck and pulls my head next to his so that his nose is on my forehead for just a second and then he lets my head return to it's regular spot right there above my shoulders. His lips had left a wet spot of saliva near my left eyebrow; I hadn't realize his lips touched me. My boner's comes back up. I'm thinking that this Richie is one lucky kid. We walk without talking for ten minutes or so, and then Mike says, "Take off your sandals, Oliver. We're going to walk on the beach." I take off my sandals as Mike lights another cigarette and blow a smoke ring in my face. I grin at him. He doesn't keep his arm around my neck as we walk on the beach, but he looks over at me from time to time and I give him a little smile each time. It's a sexy feeling being alone with Mike. The way he pays attention to me makes me feel like, at this moment, nothing else matters to him in the whole world except me. I want desperately to kiss him again. If I couldn't kiss him, then I'd at least tell like him to tell me something else he wanted me to do. I have a strong feeling that Mike's a straight guy who likes being a big tease, even as I yearn for him to be gay.

We walk way up the beach. After awhile I began imitating the way I remember Richie walking with Mike; right next to him so that Mike's and my arms rub against each other; he's apparently used to it and doesn't take notice. God this kid is hot! When we're down past where people sunbath Mike puts his arm around my neck and again pulls my head over to his and this time he licks across my lips and rubs his cheek against mine. I almost stumbled as he looks right in my eyes and gives me another great smile. I would have done anything he told me to at that moment. By the time we get back to where my car and his motorbike are parked, it's way past the time I should have been on the road home. Mike wants to take me for a ride on his bike, but I have a five hour drive ahead of me and I don't trust myself with him, so using common sense I didn't even know I had, I beg off. Surprisingly he doesn't argue with me. We walk off the boardwalk without much conversation and when we get to my car, he says, "Okay, blow that fucking horn of yours and it better sound different than the horn that blew at me earlier." I look at him, like 'Really?' to see if he's serious and it looks like he is so I blow my horn. It didn't sound anything like the other guys horn. Mike smiles and mumbles, "I knew it wasn't you." Everything he did or said was exciting and I can't tell you why that is. It just is. He also says, "Give me another 'gay' kiss, Oliver. I want to be able to recognize one if someone else gives me one." I kiss him right there in the parking lot with people all over the place. He definitely opens his mouth this time, but just a quick tongue lick. I lick across his teeth and suck on his top lip and I feel my boner leaking and I know I'd have cum in my shorts if he kissed me back again. Mike says, "God dammit, you asshole! I was joking with you about the kiss. You are going to need a mighty fucking good dentist if you don't wise-up. Jesus, you're so gay, Oliver"

I try to copy the way he smirks at me, and when I give him my imitation smirk, I think I see a half a smile on his lips. I say, "Next summer I'm looking you up. Maybe I'll get a buzzcut and join your gang." We both know I'm just fucking around. Mike lights a cigarette and looks up at the sky. It didn't seem like he has anything left to say, so I asked, "Mike, ya think you might introduce me to your bud, Richie, sometime?" He goes, "Probably not." His motorbike is parked near my car. Mike gets on it and fires it up making a lot of noise with his mufflers. He goes, "See ya," and roar off. I have a boner that aches and I need to sit in my car a few minutes letting it go down before turning on the engine. I want to jerk off so badly. Why couldn't I have thought of something that might have made him stay a little longer? Maybe he was pissed-off I didn't go on the motorbike ride with him. Now I'm pissed-off at myself too; I should have gone. The new adventurous Oliver should have gone. Why, when I get a chance for something really exciting do I turn into the little mouse Oliver of yesteryear, instead of the new adventurous one? My eyes sting I'm so pissed-off at myself. There's a magnetism, a charisma about Mike that I can't articulate, but just the same it's there as big as the sky. Or bigger.

The ride home is a long one what with the traffic jams that occur on weekends in the summer. I think about my Wildwood vacation the entire time and have a number of boners along the way. I try to understand, a number of times, why I chickened-out going on that ride with Mike. I'm still disappointed in myself and make a promise that I won't pussy-out the next time I have a chance at something special. Mostly I concentrate on the good things: the Alexander thing and the twin's mystery kiss thing. This Wildwood vacation was the best I've ever had and now it's over. Now I need to start getting serious about this summer job I'll be doing for the next eight weeks. And, on a brighter note, I have to get out to Seattle to visit Christian before I go off to college. That will be fun, flying first class and all. I try to think about the future from the adventurous Oliver's perspective, not the mousey Oliver's one. Fuck the mouse.

To be continued... Chapter 4 (Goodbye Wildwood) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

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