Dylans Dilemma

DYLAN'S DILEMMA by Donny Mumford

** DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 9c (WILDWOOD CONCLUSION)**

Chapter Seven

Willie gave me another gift during the ride from Wildwood to Sea Isle City, a really cool watch. We also had quite a bit of exciting sex earlier this afternoon, and now Willie and me are in the shower together. He's shampooing my hair and bathing me... and, at the same time, he's telling me that I have a hot slim body, the cutest face, and the most perfect ass he's ever seen... he's making me out to be something really special. With all that going my way, why don't I have a glowing smile on my face? It's because Willie also told me he's got "important" things to discuss about our relationship during dinner. I suspect it's about this crazy "dominance" thing that his roommate Larry has convinced him is necessary in a gay relationship. Willie doesn't know any better, he's never had a role model at home and the ones he's had at Prep School are the cousins, Larry and Carl, who believe it's mandatory that one of the parties in a gay relationship be dominant over the other. During summers, at their parents' vacation house in Maine, Carl is dominant over Larry... and while boarding at Prep school, as roommates and sex partners, Larry is the dominant one over Willie. Now Willie feels he's the dominant partner in our summer relationship. As far as I can make out, the dominant partner administers discipline to his underling in the form of a spanking when necessary. Maybe in other ways as well, but I don't know what they are. So, this is the reason I don't have a glowing smile on my face at the moment... it's the absurd allegiance Willie has to doing things Larry's way.

To be fair I should add that my initial self "outing" came through the tutelage of one of the cousins,Carl... so initially, I too believed there was a need for a dominant party in a gay relationship. I was not under the impression it was going to be me. Over the past few months though I've come to see that it's not necessary to have that type of relationship just because you're gay. You can have one if you like, but it's not necessary. I like little parts of the "dominance game" during sex, but none of it the rest of the time... which is to say, most of the time. Apparently Larry has been telling his protegee Willie to get tougher with me and Willie's struggling with that concept at the moment. It's not a game to Willie, he's one hundred percent serious about his need to be a dominant figure in my life. And, what makes it harder for me to dismiss his idea, and maybe dismiss him too, is that Willie loves me. He's real sure about that, and another reason I can't just blow him off is that I'm close to loving him too... he's so cute, so generous, so sexy, so much fun! and deep down inside, he's a true sweetheart. He just can't get past this dominance thing which he feels is his responsibility. He thinks if he doesn't take a strong hand with me, we won't last as a "couple"... as boyfriends, and I'm positive he desperately wants us to remain boyfriends. We were quiet as we showered and when Willie had me as clean as clean can be he hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Dylan". Then I shampooed his hair and washed his slim tight body, which by the way, also has a great ass as part of the hot package known as Willie Worthington.

As I washed him I thought of all the pluses in our "boyfriend" relationship, and then I tried to think of the minuses, you know, in school it was called a T chart or something like that. Good points on one side and negative ones on the other. I could think of many positive points, but I couldn't think of bad ones, except the dominance thing. The bottom line is I want to be Willie's boyfriend so I told myself to listen to him at dinner and give him the benefit of the doubt. I can surely tolerate 'some' nonsense... especially if the other part of the experience is wildly positive. I'm certainly not perfect myself, so why should I expect Willie to be. Try the art of compromise... maybe, I give in on this and Willie gives in on that. Just then, Willie broke into my thoughts by saying, "Don't look so serious, Dylan. I'm not going to dump you at dinner, baby. We'll work it out." I pretended I didn't hear that because it pissed me off that he would assume I was worried he'd dump me, that's the least of my worries. I'd just gotten myself thinking positively again so I didn't want to lose that frame of mind by commenting on the supposed "dumping". Best to simply not respond to that comment, and instead say, "I think you have a hot, hot body for a skinny boy, sweetheart." Willie frowned at me... heh heh, probably because I used the term of endearment he has been using for me. I smiled at him in a nice way and he couldn't help himself, he smiled back and we kissed quickly just as I was turning the shower water off. I wanted to take the initiative in deciding when our shower was over. You know, get Willie use to us taking turns deciding things. Baby steps toward equality. Hey, maybe a bumper sticker with that phrase would be good. I chuckled to myself and Willie frowned again, then said, "I wish I could read your mind, Dylan" and then he dried my hair with a big white fluffy motel towel.

We took turns drying each other and then got dressed. Willie and I brushed up our flattops which we'd trained to stand-up on their own pretty much. Willie nodded his head with approval at my hair, reached over to pull the cross out from beneath my button up the front shirt so that it showed outside my shirt and then cupped my face in both hands to kiss my lips and say, "You're the cutest boy I've ever seen. I feel so lucky that you've been my boyfriend." I told him thanks and that I was lucky he was my boyfriend too, but later I wondered about the past tense sound of the word "been" in Willie's statement. As we left the motel suite Willie put his arm around my waist like he usually does. I stopped in my tracks and asked him not to walk with me like that unless we were in a gayborhood, which is to say, a neighborhood that was gay friendly... like that neighborhood in Cambridge. Willie, in turn, urged me not to worry about what other people thought, that we weren't hurting anyone and should be able to walk together anyway we wanted. We stood outside our room, on the balcony, and argued about this. My point was that it didn't matter if we should be allowed to walk anyway we wanted, the reality is that walking like that is flaunting our relationship, our sexuality, in everyone's face... and, for certain people that's the only excuse they need to cause trouble. Why seek trouble? I took his arm and put it around my neck like Mike Sullivan walked with his boyfriend Richie. I said, "Please Willie, can't you have your arm around my neck like this?" He looked angry, then hesitated and changed to an exasperated expression on his face, and then he goes, "Oh, OK, if it means so much to you." And off we went looking more like good buddies then boyfriends... well, at least they'd be a chance bystanders might think we weren't boyfriends if we walked this way, the other way was like a sign around my neck screaming... "WE'RE QUEER!!!" Truth is, I usually like Willie holding on to me, but it makes me feel self conscious in crowds of straight people. And, going back to the topic of "baby steps to equality", I feel pretty good about winning this little victory of getting us walking together the way I prefer... it's a start.

In the car driving to the restaurant I was pleased with myself, but Willie had a irritated look on his face so I waited a few seconds and reached over to squeeze the back of his neck and say, "Thanks, Willie".... to try and make him feel better. He looked over and softened his expression to say, "Oh, it's nothing. You're welcome. I'm trying to figure out how to start my 'talk' with you, that's why I'm so quiet. You're kind of so sensitive, and all." I nodded my head that, yeah, I am, and left it at that. The restaurant wasn't far and Willie had a reservation so we got this good table with a view of the bay. It was dark by now, but they had the place lit up pretty good. Willie ordered buffalo wings as an appetizer for us to share. While we waited for it Willie said, "Look at your menu, Dylan, so you know what you want. Then we can talk without being interrupted." I surprised myself by feeling kind of nervous... he was so serious, and even though I know it's dumb, I had that nervous feeling because, all of a sudden, Willie had adopted this authoritative aura about him, it kinda gave me a buzz... weird! Hell, it was only six weeks ago he had hyperventilated trying to be stern with me. That was in his own bedroom during his mother's birthday party... now he seems to have gotten his feet under him and he's acting more confidently. "You decided yet Dylan?" I looked up and said, "Is she-crab soup for a starter OK, and then deep fried soft shell crab with french fries for my main course?" Damn, I was acting tentative and I hate when I do that. Willie said, "That's fine, I'll tell the waiter. Now, put the menu down and listen to me. Look at me!" I looked him in the eyes and he said, "I told you earlier today that I wasn't breaking up with you, but that's not exactly true. This will be our last date, and I mean this dinner tonight, unless you straighten yourself out. It's hard for me to have to say these things because I love you, but it simply won't work for the two of us if you think you can push me around and treat me any way you want to." He stopped to give me a challenging look, like... "are you going to disagree" or "do you have anything to say for yourself".... it was like that.

Taken totally by surprise again.... shocked, really. Willie is always taking me by surprise. The last thing I thought he'd be talking about is breaking up. Hell, he says he's in love with me every twenty minutes. I go, "Ah, I don't want to break-up with you, Willie. Why are you talking like this?" My heart was thumping a little bit now because he's so intense and sincere I know he's totally serious. Willie, acting pissed-off now, says, "You take me for granted. No call from you on Monday, you call Tuesday only because you found out your brother wouldn't be here this weekend. You don't think to mention that you're having your body pierced... you don't even mention it, never mind asking me, your boyfriend, what I thought about it. When I tell you I've researched for a barbershop we can go to together to get our flattops done correctly, a flattop that I got because of you in the first place, and one I'll be punished for when we go up to Maine. To all that, what do I hear from you?... you say, let's get mohawks, or some damn thing. You're not the least bit considerate, never-mind grateful that I went to the trouble I went through finding that barbershop, or arranging for my motel room, or this restaurant, or that I got this reservation, or anything really. You disrespect me at every turn, and I'm the dominant lead in our relationship ... god only knows how you'd treat me if I was the submissive one. Is there anything you have to say that might make me change my mind about breaking up with you?"

Well, a couple of things came to mind... Chubby isn't my brother of course, and I never asked Willie to get the flattop haircut in the first place, and I'm not going to Maine. What were the other things he said? It doesn't matter because I could hardly believe my ears when he said this could be our last date ever, and I could hardy believe when my eyes started watering right then either, but they did. I had to wipe across my eyes with the back of my wrist. Willie was unmoved, but he didn't have a particularly mean expression on his face, more like a sad one. I said, "Why are you saying this. Why do you want to break up when we're having so much fun together? I give in to things you want to do, and all that. You can be the lead boyfriend, it's OK with me. I don't mind. You know I'm new to this gay relationship thing anyway." Willie shook his head as if I still wasn't getting "it", then gave examples of me not paying attention to him and of how I disrespected him. "For instance, Dylan. Getting your ear pierced without even mentioning it to me is humiliating to me, and I'm embarrassed that you did that to me. I'm your boyfriend and you don't even fucking mention it... you've never mentioned it once in all the times we've been out together." Willie had me thinking to myself how ironic that I was feeling so cocky just fifteen minutes ago making the point about Willie walking with his arm around my waist... and now, I'm feeling lost. Have I really been insensitive to Willie? I guess I can see some things from his viewpoint. All of a sudden it was clear to me that I absolutely did not want to lose Willie. There are other minor things for me to consider at this time also, for example, my Mom and Tris are having guys over the house right now , so if Willie breaks-up tonight, like he said, and drops me off back there I'll have no place to stay the night. He was staring at me and tapping the table in an annoying manner while I tried to think of what to do or say. Quite quickly I began leaning toward the tactic of going along with whatever he said, and just see how much of it made sense. It's been my number one tactic since becoming gay... go alone with things for now, and sort it out later. I could always opt out of everything with him if it gets too ridiculous. So, without intending for it to come out sounding pathetic, like it did anyway, with my voice sort of cracking and whining, I said, "I'm really sorry, Willie. I really, really apologize! What can I do to make it up to you?"

Willie sat back in his chair and slowly rubbed his hands together. It looked like he was doing some fast thinking because, maybe, he didn't expect me to be so contrite. I didn't feel like looking at him for fear I'd make a face or something when he said what was on his mind... I swear, I never know what he might come up with. After about thirty seconds he leans forward with his elbows on the table and says, "Look at me." Just then the waitress sets down the buffalo wings and asked, "You boys ready to order?" Without looking up, Willie says, "Give us a few more minutes". She leaves and he says, "Tell me you'll accept the discipline I feel you need. That's all you have to say. Tell me this... Yes Willie, I accept your discipline." I swallowed and asked, "What is it? The discipline, I mean." Willie explained it's his job to decide what is appropriate and it's my job to accept whatever he decides. I had a random rational moment in my head and a few thoughts slipped in. For one, I wondered if this is the sort of thing that the "mohawk man" was talking about when he said all us cute little gay boys are "playing" at gay sex. That's one thought, and another was... how bad could sweet Willie's punishment be? And another thought, why throw away all the possible future fun and games with Willie because my pride won't give in on this crazy idiosyncrasy of his. I told myself to give it a try... like I said, I can always opt out later if Willie is unrealistic. Still, it was hard to say. I looked down at the table and mumbled,"Yes, Willie... I accept your discipline" and Willie added, "Whatever you decide, Willie" so I repeated that too and he sat back in his chair again, looked at me and said, "That wasn't so hard, was it, baby?" I said, "I guess not" but I had a pout on that my Mom, Tris and Chubby would recognize and, of course, they'd try to do something to get me to smile or laugh. Willie waited a couple of minutes while I was frowning, pouting, and looking everywhere except at him, then he snapped, "Stop that right now! Look at me..." when I looked up he said, "eat a buffalo wing and smile".

I tried to get grumpier looking, but he made a cute face and said, "Dylan, buffalo wing" so I picked one up and willed myself to try to stop acting like a toddler-being-sent-to-bed. "Dip it in that sauce. It's good." Willie pointed to a creamy looking sauce with blue/green specks, I dip the wing and took a bite. Oh my god, the sauce was just like the salad dressing Willie's chef made for us on our second date, or was it the third? I couldn't help but smile a little. The wing was hot but the blue cheese dressing was cool. "Your chef made it better" I said and Willie went on a long story about how his mother bribed a chef away from a restaurant to be the Worthington's chef. She stole him away from a prominent Boston restaurant about two years ago... I'd never heard of the restaurant. Willie appeared to be back to being the Willie I knew or maybe I didn't really "know" Willie after all, maybe he was just back to being the Willie I'm familiar with. Our waitress came back and Willie ordered more buffalo wings and large iced teas. The more he talked the more relaxed I became and he was as nice now as he's ever been. I was so glad I'd decided to swallow my pride and accept Willie's deal. It made me consider this... why do I think my idea of how a relationship should go is better than Willie's idea of one. I was still into the concept of compromise and Willie compromised with the arm around the waist thing and I compromised with the stupid punishment thing. Flashing through my brain was the last discipline I'd ever received, other than the mohawk man... it was from the Marine, and it was basically for the same reason Willie is going to discipline me... I disrespected him. Am I self centered and do I ignore other people's right to be respected? Is that me? Just because I don't agree with something, doesn't make me right, does it? I can be wrong too. Once again, it's confusing to me. I'll sort it out later, but for now I'll work through things with Willie the best I can so we can have a fun weekend together.

The waitress drops off our iced tea and the additional buffalo wings and says, "I'll be back in a minute for your order". Willie has a mischievous grin on his face and says, "Dylan, I memorized some more stuff for dinner conversation. We need some laughs after the gloom I laid on our dinner. That's over with for right now. This is funny..." I'm thinking, how the hell does he memorize these long, detailed, jokes. Willie begins:

This guy, Norman, from Maine was visiting his cousin in Texas at the time of the annual Chili cook-off. Norman's been known to brag about how he preferred hot, spicy foods so his cousin asked him to be a judge at the cook-off. They'd be plenty of spicy chili and plenty of free beer for the judges too. His cousin warned him that Texas chili might be hotter than Maine chili, but Norman dismissed that with a wave of his hand. Scorecards for each chili tasting would reflect the notes from the three judges about each chili, the two judges from Texas and Norman, who was judge #3.

1st Texas chili the judges tasted...Monster Chili

judge #1's notes... too heavy on the tomato taste

judge #2's notes...Nice. Mild.

judge #3's notes... Holy shit! What the hell is in this stuff. You could remove dried paint from your driveway with this. Took me two beers to put the flames out. This must be the hottest one!

2nd Texas chili...Afterburners

judge #1... smoky with a hint of pork

judge #2... Ok, but needs more peppers to be taken seriously

judge #3... Keep this out of the reach of children! I tasted nothing but pain... I was gagging so badly I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. More beer!!

By now both Willie and I are working up some good laughs... inciting each other. I could just see this guy Norman with his mouth hanging open and fanning it with his hand as the chili got spicier and spicier. As with all Willie's stories, the funniest part for me is Willie... face real red, gagging from laughing so hard at his own jokes. He can hardly get the words out. This was exactly what we needed to put Willie's lectures behind us. Willie catches his breath , takes hold of my wrist and says, "There's more, there's more" and he goes on:

3rd Texas Chili... Black Magic

judge #1... Great kick

judge #2... a bit too salty

judge #3... Call the EPA! I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I've been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now... get me more beers and pound on my back to get me to stop coughing and start breathing.

4th Texas chili... Lip Remover

judge #1... Disappointing, expected a kick.

judge #2... Was that a hint of lime in the beans?

judge #3... My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The bartender saved my tongue from catching on fire by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. It pissed me off that the other judges said my constant screaming was making them lose concentration. Fuck them!

I begged Willie to stop because my stomach hurt so much from laughing... it was ridiculous. I'd already knocked over a water glass pounding the table, and now I felt dizzy. It's the exact kind of humor that can get me to pee my pants. Outrageous situation, with some poor sap caught in the middle. Oh my God, we laughed at that poor bastards discomfort. Willie said there were four more chili "tastings" each one of them hotter, but he'd tell me about them another time and I was grateful for the respite. Jeez, that was some funny shit, especially compared to the earlier dinner conversation. I guess Texan chili is a tiny bit hotter that Maine chili. I like chili, but ours is kind of mild I guess, certainly when compared to that. The waitress came over and asked Willie if we're ready to order. Wonder why she didn't ask me? He gave her both our orders. Willie got a whole lobster for dinner and a mixed green salad for starters.

Willie had some other humorous jokes and some interesting factoids too. I tried to remember a couple to test Chubby with sometime. I told Willie the factoid I'd gotten from Google about the average penis size being as short as three and a half inches. He refused to believe it. Of course, his penis is over seven inches long so I can understand it being difficult for him to believe there are guys running around with three and a half inch dicks. I'm going to be checking pecker sizes out much more closely this year in gym, especially the shy boys who wait till the last second to jump under those communal showers... should be fun spotting a three and a half inch dick bobbing around. By the time we got to the dessert it was hard to believe we'd had that awkward beginning to the dinner. I felt good again and asked Willie, "Come on Willie, please tell me what my discipline is going to be." I was talking in a pretend baby voice, but Willie responded in a serious one, "It's no joke Dylan. We have our fun times and our serious times... discipline is one of the serious times." Well, that put the damper back on the festivities, but I just nodded my head in agreement. I had agreed to go along with Willie and I will, if at all possible. I almost chuckled though from imagining Willie giving me a spanking. I've had only two real spankings in my life, both since realizing I was gay. One from the Marine and one from mohawk man. I don't think Willie's will be approaching anywhere near the level of those two. Willie paid our bill with a hundred dollar bill, the first one I've ever seen, and we walked outside to a beautiful summer night. I wanted us to be light-hearted in spirit again so I put my arm around Willie's neck and hugged him a bit. There was still a line waiting for tables even though it was late. A lot of chit chatting going on and the usual activity of people milling around and making new acquaintances as they waited for there "party" to be called.

With my arm around Willie's neck, he slipped his hand inside the back of my shorts and under my boxer's waistband. His hand was on my bare ass. "Don't Willie. Not here for Christ sake, look at all these people". Willie goes, "Just be still"... he was not sounding at all as if he were in the same jovial mood as me. He has long hands and long fingers... Willie is a bit longish in every department. The pad on his middle finger was rubbing my hole and I gasp, "No Willie. Wait till were in the car at least". In goes his finger to the first joint. I had to bend forward a little, my arm slipping off his shoulder so now I was just holding the back of his neck with my hand. Willie slowly pushed his finger up to the second knuckle and I bent forward a little more with my hand slipping off Willie and reaching behind me to grab his wrist as his finger goes up me as far as it could. He fucks me a number of times with that finger and then, turning his finger over, gently rubs and massages the prostate gland and especially the lobes on either side of it... gently. I felt like I was going to cum almost immediately. I had to take a pee too, I'd held off going pee here because the restaurant lavatory was crowded and I can't start a pee if a lot of activity is going on around me. The walnut shaped prostate Willie was massaging is right below the bladder, Willie was bumping mine as he massaged my prostate so I was on the verge of either peeing my pants or cuming in my pants. I begged in a whisper, "Please Willie, don't!" but he continued bumping my bladder as he gently massaged my prostate, then long finger thrusts up my hole for ten or twelve time before going back to the gentle massage. The finger fucking gave me a hard on and the massaging had me ready to cum, or pee, or both.

As I continued to whisper begging pleas for Willie to stop, it occurred to me we were being observed. We were at the entrance to the parking lot, but people in line could see us... they most definitely wouldn't know what was actually going on though... too bizarre for the average person to even think of. Willie finally said something, "Let it go, relax and let it happen and then we'll leave." I went, "No, lets go to the car. I'm going to pee my pants." Willie started walking me toward the line of people so I said, "OK, OK, I will" and I relaxed and out came a lot of cum, and a little pee. The front of my pants quickly soaked through. It was mostly cum because I recognized that unmistakable feeling immediately, but it wasn't like an aroused explosion at all. It felt good, but nothing like a regular climax. And that initial shot of cum was followed by more pee as Willie continued to push against my full bladder. Out it came, and now it was running down my legs, and I wanted to cry. Willie pulled his finger out of my ass and waved it at those people who were gawking into the dimly lit parking lot at us, probably wondering what the hell was going on. I guess they figured that since no one was yelling for help we were happily goofing off in some teenaged manner. After the wave Willie put his arm around my neck and straightened me up. The finger that had been in my hole he held against my top lip and I almost threw-up. He was walking me toward the car saying, "How's it feel to be embarrassed and humiliated when you least expect it? Well, that's how you've made me feel any number of times the last week or so. You don't think about other peoples' wishes and desires, just your own. I was crying a little bit when I said, "That's not true at all and I never did anything to you as bad as you just did to me." Willie said, "That's just like you, assuming you know what's as bad for me as it was for you. How do you know how bad something is for me?" I began to realize he wasn't talking angrily to me now, but rather compassionately. And he was hugging me around the neck, not holding me in a headlock grip anymore.

Pee and cum soaked the front of my shorts and had run down both my legs. Willie opened the car's trunk, took out a towel from our motel room and put it on the passenger seat for me to sit on. This entire punishment had been planned by Willie ahead of time. He'd gotten the towel when he checked in earlier in the afternoon, before he even knew about my pierced ear. What do I make of that? During the short drive back to our motel Willie justified his "discipline" as appropriate because he felt I disrespected and embarrassed him and he certainly achieved those two goals with his discipline of me thus far. It was sinking in to me that, as far as Willie was concerned, he and I were going to be "even" after the discipline. From my viewpoint, was I willing to let it go at this and call it even-stephen. Hmmm? Yeah, why not. Plus, I'll bet that Willie is feeling he may have gone too far, so he'll likely give in easily to my next "compromise" item. I think I already know what that will be too. For right now though, I stayed quiet to let Willie ponder how pissed off I was... and the other great realization I had was... hey, we weren't breaking up, and god damn, it was really a relief to know that. I was just beginning to see how much our relationship meant to me, I certainly won't be taking it for granted anymore. At the motel Willie said, "Just walk past those people Dylan, and leave the towel here." I had planned to wrap the towel around my waist to cover all the pee and cum on the front of my shorts, but Willie wouldn't allow it. I guess he isn't all that worried about me being pissed off at him after all. "Wait there a second, Dylan." I stopped and did what he said because I assumed this was part of the punishment. Willie put his arm around my waist, like he knows embarrasses me, and we walked right by thirty people sitting at the outdoor lounge drinking cocktails. I looked at the ground and heard a number of catcalls as I tried to block all the words from registering in my brain. I kept doing a mantra in my head... I don't know them... I don't know them... I don't know them. And, then we were in our room.

Willie said, "Get undressed". I was in a mood now to do whatever he told me to. I guess he broke me down a little. He didn't want to punish me anymore though, now he was giving me tender loving care. He ran a bath and bathed me and then he got undressed and we took another shower together. We dried each other in silence and got in bed naked. "Are you going to be OK, Dylan? Are we going to be OK?" I nodded my head and hugged him around his neck. Willie said, "Did you learn your lesson?" I said, "Yes" and after a while we began one of our world famous make-outs. It was weird because I felt closer, more attracted to Willie than ever before. Actually, it was a unique feeling that I've never felt before. He was definitely in the driver's seat with us because as it turns out I need him more than he needs me. He loves me more than I love him, but I still need him more. It's nuts I guess, but it was obvious to me. It was obvious to Willie too... maybe it was obvious to Willie long before this. Another weird thing was my lack of nut juice during our make out... no spontaneous climaxing from our make-out this time, that's for sure. Willie had caused all my cum juice to drool out of my penis from the prostate massage. Our make out was hot though, just the same. I was crawling all over Willie kissing and sucking his mouth, tongue and neck. We both had the hardest boners stabbing at each other, it was awesome. All of a sudden it seemed I couldn't get enough of his taste and smell and feel. I could hardly breath when he pushed back my head roughly and held me in place to work on that hickey he insist I have. It was not pleasant, but until he was finally satisfied I made myself lay docile for him. Finally he said, "OK Dylan, that's a beauty. Here, spread your legs." I did and he got on his knees between them, raised them up with a hand under each thigh and said, "Hold these to your chest" and right away I felt the head of his boner at my hole. Willie spread my buttock apart, let some air out between his teeth and hump the head of his cock inside me, past my ring. There was precum on the head of his penis to help it go in, but I wish he'd use some lube.

He steadily pushed his seven inches up inside me and then let out a been lung-full of air, "Oh my god, baby. That feels awful good" and he pushed down on the backs of my thighs, that I already had against my belly, and he fucked me at a medium speed with long thrust and it never felt this good before. I was murmuring, "Oh Willie, oh my god that's good. Faster Willie... fuck me Willie!" Jeez, I was reminding myself of my first introduction to anal intercourse by Carl, and the way I'd call out his name in ecstasy during our early fuck-days together. Now I'm doing it for Willie. I wanted to stop being pathetic, but I couldn't because I was so aroused. After a good four or five minutes, Willie pushed his cock all the way up inside me and leaned down, chest to chest on top of me. I was sucking air in between my lips trying to appreciate every fantastic sensory second of pleasure. He kissed me and said, "Feel good, does it baby?" and I'm gasping air wondering why does it feels so good this time. Maybe because I thought I might lose Willie for a while there, or maybe because Willie showed me who's boss, and just maybe I liked him doing that. I swear I don't know, but it was so sexy. Leaning on my belly and chest he used just his hips to do very fast thrusts until a girl squealed out "Wiiiiiillie!" and a small amount of cum spurted out of my boner. That spurt felt better than the big load of cum that shot out into my pants earlier. Willie came at the same time the girl called his name and that filled my tank up to over flowing. He was grunting and slamming his crotch into my ass. It was truly awesome. I was exhausted, sweaty again, and all cummy again too. My own spurt of cum and Willie's big load combined to smear around on various parts of my body. He pulled out saying his pecker was very sensitive again. We lay together side by side with Willie wrapping me up in his arms like always. I got the worse case of shivers and shakes for some reason and Willie's going, "Shhhh, it's alright, Dylan". I think everything that happened tonight was catching up with me and caused that shivering reaction.

We lay there for fifteen minutes. Calmed down now, Willie was mischievous sounding, he says, "Want to go again?" I knew he was kidding, I just hugged him a little tighter and mumbled, "That was the best you've ever fucked me, Willie. Why is that, do ya think?" Willie said, "I'm not sure, but it happened to me too. It was when I finally realized and accepted that Larry was the boy in charge between the two of us. I began enjoying the best fucks from him after that and maybe that's the difference with you too." I thought... whoa, he is very sure of himself. He'd said all that in a very casual manner as if it's as plain as the nose on your face. I said nothing so he added, "It'll be fine, Dylan. You'll see. What would you like to do now?" What I'd like to do is have a fucking cigarette, but Willie has said "no cigarettes". Except, I promised myself earlier today, when it's my turn, I'd try through the art of compromise to make a stand with the cigarettes, so I say, "I want to have a smoke and I know the smell bothers you so you'll need to puff on one too." I tried to say that in the same matter-of-fact manner Willie had said that thing about him being in charge. He goes, "What? I don't smoke!" and I used the example of smelling the booze on the breath of a drinker... that is, unless you take one swallow of that drink yourself, then you no longer notice the booze smell on others. Willie says, "I know that's true, but I don't want to start smoking. Are you nuts... cancer and all." I told him I didn't smoke enough to affect anything and that I plan to stop pretty soon anyway, but "I'm talking about right now, Willie, and I'm asking you to please do this for me." Then to use a little leverage with the "in charge" thingie I say, "I know I need your permission and that's why I'm asking. Please!"

This "in charge" thing might work to my advantage because Willie isn't like that turd, Larry. Willie is basically a sweet kid who wants to be liked. And, it doesn't hurt that he loves me. I knew what would happen, he goes "Oh OK, Dylan, but I don't want you to make a habit out of this, and we're not smoking inside." I didn't want to smoke inside in the first place, and we'll just see about making a habit out of it. hee hee... This was back to being fun again. To keep up my bad-boy act I said, "How about we grab some booze out of the mini-bar over there and have ourselves a big-boy cocktail while we smoke". Willie is getting into the spirit now, he goes "Not a bad idea. You'll need to get us a soft drink from the vending machine though, to cut the booze taste a little." I was smiling inside as I say, "Yes, Willie." Fuck, make a game of it. Willie gets to think he's in charge and meantime I get everything my way, including the pierced ear. We got the stuff and then out we go to our small deck, over-looking the ocean. We both had our feet up on the railing and rum and cokes in a plastic cup in one hand, our other hand was holding a cigarette. "Just take little puffs Willie. It's not unheard of for beginners to get a bit nauseous." He goes, "Wish this was a "J", we do that at Prep once in a while , and oh my god does that get ya giggling." He's taking little girl puffs and I'm suppressing a giggle of my own. The rum and coke is just barely drinkable... too much rum, I guess. As bad as they were, we managed to have three rum and cokes and three cigarettes each. Willie, during the third drink, slurred, "Ya know, baby, it feels cool to smoke. Maybe I'll take it up as a prop, ya know?" I go, "That's the spirit, sweetheart" and we're both giggling like a couple of drunk teenagers... maybe we were a couple of drunk teenagers By the end of the third drink we were having a great time philosophizing about things we didn't know anything about, and repeating ourselves with these same misconceptions... with conviction. Neither Willie nor I do much drinking in our everyday life so it hit us harder than it would someone who's use to it. It was fun though.

We finally called it a night. We both did a pee, brushed our teeth, and were wrapped up together under the covers pretty quickly once we decided to get some sleep. No sex, which I've heard is occasionally a problem with too much drinking, but we'd had a lot of sex today anyway. Willie slurred, "You're not too upset with me are you Dylan? I needed to put my foot down with you, please say you understand." I kissed him and said, "I'm wicked happy, Willie. You're the boss, but the key word is compromise." Willie chuckled and mumbled, "Fuck, at this point I'd be happy for compromise, but so far after putting my foot down with you, we've done everything exactly the way you want it to go." I mumbled back, "See, compromise works!" He goes, "Fuck you too" and a nice wet kiss on my mouth. My dick twitched, but I'll need to wait till morning to take care of it. Willie's breathing quickly was deep and steady... hope he dreams something really nice about me. What a goofy, up-and-down day. Well, if I don't actually love Willie, and I'm not saying I don't... but, if it isn't real love, it's close, real close. I've heard getting through tough times together helps build a strong relationship.

DYLAN'S DILEMMA - PART 9c (WILDWOOD CONCLUSION)

Chapter 8

Willie groaned as we rolled out of bed around eight in the morning. I'm whining, "Why do we need to get up so early? I got a hangover." Willie mumbles, "We've got to get our haircuts and be back here in time for our water skiing lesson. I've got a hot speedboat rented for all afternoon and an instructor comes with the package for the first hour. It'll be so cool." I said, "Dude!" because that does sound cool. We brushed our teeth with vigor and then jumped into the over-sized shower stall to shampoo and wash each other, also quickly. While drying my hair Willie says, "The head of my dick is still too sore, even this morning. I won't be able to use it to fuck you, Dylan, and it's the only one I got. Guess I worked this organ too hard on you yesterday, but with you being so yummy I can't seem to be able to stop myself. Sorry, baby, maybe this afternoon." I go, "Don't fret about your dick, I wanted to ask if I could fuck you anyhow, for once. OK?" I looked at him and Willie was biting his lower lip looking interested. He goes, "Go ahead and ask me. It's been awhile since I've been fucked... way back to my Mother's birthday party." I got this real serious look on my face and without making fun of the situation, I said, "All kidding aside. Do ya think it would be OK if I fucked you this morning? Please, Willie, I'd really like to." You see, if I want to get my way in all things that mattered I figure I need to be respectful of Willie and not mock the situation, maintain the illusion that he's the "man". This is my latest strategy, anyway. My goal is for both of us to be happy and feel good about ourselves. Willie says, "Sure, I like getting fucked too, but first the rimming, remember?" I thought, OK, we both got our way and rimming Willie is a good thing as far as I'm concerned. Willie says, "You're doing real good this morning, baby. We're already naked so let's hop up on the bed again."

On top of the sheets, Willie gets comfortable... he was on his knees with his head resting on his forearms, his forearms flat on the mattress. This leaves his oh-so-hot ass sticking up in the air. I got on my knees behind him and sitting back on my ankles I massage his buttocks with both hands and right away I started getting hard. Willie has a great ass. I leaned forward and kissed his ass all over and then licked his round, firm, totally hairless buttocks. Spreading apart his cheeks I gave a big wet kiss right on his asshole, followed by a long lick and then, beginning down at the back of his balls, I lapped all the way up his entire crack and then licked all around both sides of his ass crack. Jesus! my dick was like a steel rod by now and when I reached under his nut sac to feel Willie's cock it's just as hard as mine so I stroke it awkwardly a few times and Willie says, "I love the way you rim my ass, Dylan. I love it!!" This time I sucked on the back of his nuts first, and then started my long lap up his crack, over his hole and then back down, stopping at his hole this time to concentrate on licking right on it, over and over. Willie moaned and tightened up his body, he did a full body shudder just as I was noticing those little goose bumps breaking out all over his arms. My tongue had worked it's way into a small opening at his hole and then I pushed in a little more and then some more. This time I did taste a slight bitter shit-taste for a few seconds, but it faded. Guess what, that hint of Willie's shit got my dick dripping precum. It was so sexy to me to perform this submissive sex act, I loved doing it... it added to my overall sexual thrill... this is an example of a little submissiveness being a turn-on for me. As I said, the hint of shit faded almost as fast as it appeared so I really got into fucking his hole with my tongue. His sphincter got looser so, without warning, I went up on my knees and pushed the head of my dripping, throbbing boner past Willie's sphincter ring and up inside him, I went in about two inches. He let out a squeak, but pushed back on my cock so I pushed forward and together we got my cock totally up his ass in no time flat. Willie goes, "Oh fuck! That feels so good... oh my god, I forgot how hot this is. Fuck my ass, Dylan."

I thought it felt awful good myself, and Willie's right, I'd also forgotten how good it felt from this end. There were black dots dancing in my vision and they weren't from my hangover either. This was fantastic. It's really fun fucking Willie, I'd done it only twice before. I've never fucked anyone else of course, so yeah, this is hot! No other experience, but how experienced do you need to be. I drove my boner in and out of Willie's hole while holding onto his hips with both hands. Nothing clever or fancy about this fuck, just pleasure for me and apparently for Willie too. My nuts were working overtime and began to hurt a little as they slowly moved up to the top of my scrotum and pressed against my groin. More precum, and then I knew this was it, I grunted out, "I'm cuming, Willie" and a long string of cum blasted out of my cock into Willie's bowels. Immediately Willie's sphincter ring tightened around my boner as he fired a load of his cum on the sheets and then we fired our second shots together. Willie had two more tight contractions accompanied with lots of the familiar steam-sounds from the air being squeezed out between his front teeth. I had cum droolings with each thrust for a minute or so after climax... boy, did that feel good. Finally falling onto Willie's back and hugging around his slim body I kissed the back of his neck, the half inch long hairs there tickling my nose... he was smelling so nice with his Willie scent. Sex with Willie is awesome. He let his knees slide backwards till we were flat on the sheet, me on his back with my dick up his ass. After a couple minutes of heavy breathing Willie says, "Well, that rocked awfully good, Dylan. WOW! Nice fuck, sweetheart!" Then thirty seconds later he checked his watch and said, "I hate to be a killjoy, but we gotta get moving now." I wheezed out, "You're the best, Willie. I loved that so much. Hey! can't we lay here a little while longer? You know, till I get another boner and I can do you up nice and slow." Willie started rolling over as he said, "No more playing around, do what I said, Dylan. We need to get moving." As we got cleaned up again we discussed the sex. What we liked best... being "top" or being "bottom". We both liked both... no surprise, but if I had to chose just one, I'd be a bottom and Willie would chose just the opposite. So, we're a good pair in that regard.

We ate a quick breakfast at a diner, Willie checked his driving directions and off we go, heading for the barbershop that serviced, among others, the army personnel from the army base next to it. I asked Willie what an authentic flattop was and he said it looked to him like they were shorter then Willie's original old barber's flattop. I whined, "I don't want a shorter one, Willie. Why do we need to have authentic flattops anyway?" Willie took this opportunity to once again display his "in charge" status and said, "Because I want us to. That's all... just to see what it is. I've decided we're going to do it so please don't nag about it." Well, I've been winning some of the "battles" between us lately, and I know I need to go along with Willie on some things too, because that's what makes a good compromise. What the hell, to make him feel good, I said, "Yes, Willie". He looked over and nodded in a serious way. Like I say, with Willie, he's not playing around with this boss stuff. I'm playing around as much as I can with it, while, at the same time hoping it'll work out, and I think it will. It might work out real well.

The haircuts didn't work out real well though and I'd been pretty sure they wouldn't from the second we walked into this three-barber barbershop. Lots of clippers buzzing and the guys waiting for haircuts looked kinda like they'd just gotten a haircut two days ago. Willie and I looked at each other and I nodded by head at the door meaning, "Let's get the fuck out of here" but Willie pushed out his lips, made a face, and pointed at two empty seats against the wall. I shrugged and sat down saying, "You're the boss, but were gonna get scalped". We waited twenty minutes until one of the middle-aged barbers looked at us two and said, "You're next, son. Let's go." Willie pushed on my back and I got up and went to face my fate. It wasn't pretty. As he fitted the cape around me, the no nonsense barber asks, "Regular flattop?" and I see Willie staring at me so I say, "Yeah". The barber clicks on the clippers and my beautiful light blond hair was falling in my lap from all around the sides of my head. It was a ridiculous amount considering I already had a short hairstyle. Glancing in the big mirror across from me, it looked like just skin on the sides of my head, no hair. I almost laughed it was so outrageous, to me it seemed nuts. When he was running the clippers up the back of my head he took them right over the top at the crown. I wanted to say, "dude, that's the top of my fucking head you just shaved down to about a eight of an inch". I looked in the mirror and caught Willie staring at my barber with his mouth open just as another, even older barber says to him, "Your up now, son." Willie looked over at the guy with a startled expression on his face and I did blurt out a snorting laugh, which I pretended was a cough. My barber never even slowed down. After cutting just about all the hair off the sides, back and crown of my head, he got out a trimmer to outline around my ears. When he was done that, the contrast between the shaved outline made the eighth inch hair on the sides look like I had some hair there at least. It looked a little bit better.

I heard Willie reluctantly say, "Yes, a regular flattop" so I give him credit for being true to his word. I have to believe I would have said... "no" to a regular flattop and at least asked for a longer version of a regular one. That's what we both should have said... ain't hindsight twenty/twenty. My barber brushed the hair that was left on top of my head up vigorously and then cut about an inch and a quarter of it off leaving three quarters of an inch at the longest, for the hairs at the very front. It got shorter the further back on my head he went. So, the final cut was three quarters of an inch in front tapered down to an eighth of an inch at the back of my head, the crown. Swell! It took about ten minutes and cost ten dollars. My flattop looked exactly like the two guys who got flattops before Willie and mine. When his was done, Willie's looked like mine too. Outside Willie said, "I was at a sheep shearing in Prep Middle school a few years ago, we had a field trip to some farm, and I noticed that when the wooly sheep got sheared down to their skin, it seemed they all had this embarrassed look on their face. A number of kids and teachers commented on that same thing, and now I know just how the sheep felt." I said, "This is another fine mess you got me in, Willie" he goes, "The three Stooges?" and I go, "No, not the Stooges, two cartoon guys. I think they were real comics about a hundred years ago, and now they're cartoon characters. Ollie, was the fat one, I think." Willie says, "I don't know nothing about that, but this haircut we got... all I can say to you is, sorry Dude, my bad!" We both couldn't stop feeling the back and top of our heads. It was like rough sandpaper. Getting in the car, Willie rubbed his head and mumbled, "This really sucks and it don't look cool at all." I'm like, "Duh! Ya sure about that?"

In the convertible, the wind blowing on our mostly hairless heads was a weird feeling. Both of us said we were going to make a big effort though to put this unfortunate incident behind us, scratch it up to a bad fucking idea, and move on. We just made our scheduled time for the water skiing lesson. The instructor was a well built guy, not particularly good looking, with a few tattoos and a killer smile. He's probably twenty-five years old, around there. "You in the service, boys?" was his first question, undoubtedly because of our haircuts, and Willie says, "Sort of. Where do I rent the skis and all?" We got all the stuff we needed, plus roast-beef sub sandwiches and a couple bottle of Snapple each. Off we went to learn to ski. It was a blast and after a while, except for noticing Willie's super short flattop, I hardly thought about mine at all. Andrew, the ski instructor, must have detected somehow that Willie and I were more than buddies because he asked at one point, "Ah, are you guys... ah, that is, are you boyfriends?" Willie said, "Yeah, we are, why?" The guy told us that he's straight, but he noticed "there's that killer hickey on Darren's neck, and, I don't know, ya just seemed like you were boyfriends" . Willie goes, "It's Dylan, not Darren." and a bit later the guy says he knows about a party tonight where a lot of the guys will be gay. It's twenty dollars a person for all the beer you can drink, lot of hot music, and military guys were always welcome. Willie said we'd think about it and check back with him if we needed more information later on, when we returned the rental boat. Andrew said, "Sure thing man, it's up to you". He went into the office and we took off like a bat out of hell with Willie behind the wheel, driving this too-fast motorboat much too fast... me holding onto the safety straps for dear life. Willie is a wildman in a boat. He loves the speed and is apparently experienced at "boating" but he was still scaring the shit out of me.

Naturally, Willie had thought of everything and in the backpack he had with him was sunscreen, towels, change of tee shirts and even a couple of baseball caps which came in real handy. The sun blaring down on our newly uncovered scalps would burn the top of our heads if we didn't wear the hats. The guy water skiing didn't wear a hat, but in the boat we always wore one. It was a lot of fun, the afternoon flew by. Willie had of course water skied before... what a surprise that was! The instructor he hired was for me, and Andrew sure did a hell of a job because I was skiing like a champ before the end of the afternoon. In between water skiing we talked about what we wanted to do tonight. Andrew told us the party was actually a weekly event at an adult gay club with a liquor license and all that, so normally you'd need to be twenty-one to join, except there was an exception made for military guys. They could get in at any age. Usually you need to wear your uniform or show your dog tags, but he, Andrew, would vouch for us as we were obviously in the military. I looked at Willie when Andrew said that and Willie made a face like, "Ouch!" meaning, our haircuts were so bad only a guy in the military would have one like it. The allure of getting into an adult club, and a gay one at that, was strong and we wanted the adventure. This is one thing even Willie hasn't done yet, gotten into a gay club. Needless to say, I've never gotten into any club of any kind, although a girl in my homeroom last year did ask me to join the French club. I declined the invitation and that still remains the closest I've ever gotten to being in a club... until tonight.

We got the referral card from Andrew. It had the club's address and driving directions on the back. Willie thinks Andrew gets a commission for everyone he refers to the club and that's why he was so anxious to verify that we were, in fact, in the military. We'll check out the club after our dinner. If it's fun we'll stay, if not we'd leave. Actually it sounded real exciting to me, but then whenever I'm on a date with Willie something exciting and unexpected always does seem to happen. We arrived back at the motel with no difficulty, got our stuff out of the car, walked across the parking lot to the lobby, and headed upstairs to the second floor. Half way up the stairs I blurted out a laugh because it was so obvious that everyone we passed snuck a look back at us. Either they'd seen me last night with my cum and pee stained pants, or they remembered Willie walking with his arm around my waist, or their eyes were bugging out of their heads looking at not one, but two boys with severely short flattop haircuts. We were the freak show they'd be telling their friends and families about back home. I laughed now, but a couple of months ago I'd have been blushing to beat the band, humiliated beyond reason. Willie is apparently rubbing off on me, he wasn't even aware those people were gawking at us..

Upstairs in our room we dropped everything and headed for the shower. Coming off of a salt-water activity, at the beach or boating, you always have the dried salt from the ocean all over you, the old sunscreen on your skin, and that dried out feeling from a day in the sun. Nothing feels better then getting all that stuff off of you, getting wicked clean under a roaring shower. Well, almost nothing. When we'd washed and shampooed each other till we were squeaky clean, we got under the new, clean, crisp sheets of the kingsize bed to escape the coolness of the air-conditioner a little bit, and after a short make-out, using lube this time, I fucked Willie for almost twenty minutes before we exploded our cum shots, mine went up his ass and his went on the previously chrisp, clean sheets. It was an excellent fuck and we stayed in bed wrapped-up in each other with my penis up Willie's ass for quite a while afterward. It was awesome baby! Naturally we fell asleep because of the late night we had last night, and because we got up early this morning, and because we're teenagers and therefore always tired. I did break Willie's balls a little bit about the haircuts when we finally woke up. I was asking him, "Where's your fucking comb, Willie? My fucking hair is all messed up." He was a good sport about it, but in truth there wasn't a damn thing a comb or brush could do "for" or "to" our hair. It just was as it was. Eventually we were dressed and out to dinner. We ate at a little spot that was owned by someone his father's business manager knew very well and because of that we walked up past a long line of peons, right up to the maitre d' where Willie was greeted like a celebrity, and we were then ushered right to a table for two at the edge of the bay. I could get use to this special treatment. The muttering of the peons didn't even bother me as we butted in front of about fifty of the "little" people... they'll get their tables eventually, patience my dears, patience!

Dinner wasn't as tasty as the entrance had been, but it wasn't bad either. It was OK. I had a fried shrimp platter and Willie ordered bouillabaisse which obviously I'd never heard of, and when it came in a large, shallow, bowl it looked like the left overs from five or six fish dinners piled into a broth that smelled like clams... not appetizing to me, but Willie raved about it and insisted I try it sometime. I told him, "perhaps when I'm homeless". There were clam shells and shrimp with their shells still on and a couple of chunks of lobster shell and chunks of fish and I don't know what all else... a fucking nightmare to eat. Aside from that, everything was fun and cool! Later, we found the gay club, but it wasn't easy even with the directions. No name at the entrance, no nothing except the building's address number. The door opened into a lobby that had a short line leading to the real entrance of Club Boytoytime. Willie said, "Catchy". The line moved right smartly, all males in line by the way, not surprising, but Andrew had said "mostly all gays" so I expected a sprinkling of female voyeurs. Willie handed the guy the card Andrew had given us and we were ushered to the side where a black dude said, "Where the fuck you two been? We expected you here by nine." Even Willie was speechless. He finally said, "You have the wrong guys." The black guy muttered, "Oh, great! Comedians. Follow me!" We went up two flights of stairs exchanging glances like, "what the fuck?". The lower flight of stair led to a big, loud room with many guys of all ages dancing, many without shirts... some in their underwear. Very loud dance beat music and the sound of glasses clanking against one another, loud talking and laughing too. They had one of those globes with hundreds of tiny mirrors to make the spot light look like streaming tiny spotlights...pretty cool. That room was very exciting. The next flight led to a much quieter and much smaller bar area with maybe fifty men talking... half pairs and half singles. They were mostly drinking and there was music, but not dance music... it was like a regular bar. Occasionally a subdued loud speaker would announce a number in a low voice, "Number twenty-one please". Willie and me are looking around, totally in the dark as to what's happening, the black guy says, "My name's Kendrick. Use it when you tell the bartender what you want to drink, the drinks are comp-ed. I'll go see how the other boys are doing." Willie and me look at each other for the tenth time since coming in here and Willie says to me, "comp means free, as in complimentary." I'm like, "oh" and a shrug because I've never paid for a single thing with Willie so everything is "comp" as far as I'm concerned. Willie ordered two imported beers that tasted so bitter I couldn't drink mine.

"What the fuck is going on here, Willie?" I asked. He said, "Hell if I know. Let's see what's shaking and we'll decide if we should stay or bounce outa here." Willie got himself another beer and I got a grapefruit juice and vodka... we both had a cigarette. When we'd gotten our first drink the bartender looked at us like he couldn't believe his eyes. He gave us the drinks and then lisped, "How old are you two?" and Willie said, "Eighteen, why?" the bartender says, "For Kenny's sake, you'd better be" and he moved away to serve some men down the bar. Willie and I exchanged more looks with Willie explaining why he said we were eighteen... "no one will believe we're twenty-one, but I figured we'd better be a least eighteen years old". Kendrick came over to our table and said, "Here, take a couple of these" and handed us a few pills. I said, "Man, is that for a headache because my head is starting one." Kendrick actually laughed and said, "You two are a riot. You'll be great. Take the fucking pills." For the thousandth time tonight Willie and I exchanged glances and then Willie said to Kendrick, "We're not trying to be funny, we don't do drugs. Really, we don't." Willie was respectful when he said that, not being a smartass and Kendrick goes, "Oh Jesus, what a night. OK, ball busters, I'll be back for you in a couple of minutes." When he left I said, "Hey, they never collected the twenty dollars a person admission that Andrew told us about". Willie said, "Huh?" I'm pretty sure Willie was thinking the same thing I was, "How we gonna get the fuck out of here?" Willie looks around and says, "That door we came up in is the only one I see, how about we casually walk over..." Just then Kendrick's back saying to us , "See the bartender over there..." Willie and I look over and Kendrick says something about him being a professional place kicker for the New York Jets a few years ago and blah, blah, blah... Only thing is, I got great perifial vision and I see him sneaking power from a smell manilla envelope into our drinks. My heart goes "bam..bam...bam" but I stare extra hard at the bartender as if to say, "See, I couldn't see you put that shit in our drinks because I'm looking real hard at the bartender!"

Kendrick casually put the envelope in his side pocket and says, "Five minutes boys, finish your drinks and you can have a go at the boys before you take their place in the sling". Then he hands us each an envelope. Willie looks as confused as I felt, both of us taking the envelopes while frowning at Kendrick. The second he's out of earshot I say to Willie, "Don't touch that fucking drink! That guy poured some powder in our drinks, I saw him out of the corner of my eye." Willie's like, "You're shitting me!" but I shake my head no. "Where can we dump these things?" The area around the bar and the small dancing area were hardwood flooring, but the table area where we're sitting had thick carpet so I casually and slowly poured most of my drink on the carpet under our table... it was absorbed in the carpet's pile. Willie nods his head and does the same whispering, "Leave a little". We put the glasses back on the table, each had some left in the bottom. I'm feeing more than a little bit scared because this is serious stuff, trying to drug us. Willie is unconsciously rubbing the sandpaper feel of the back of his head and biting his lip for a few seconds, then says, "Lets just go right back down the stairs, right now" and we start to get up, but Kendrick is right there like he'd materialized out of thin air. "Come on guys, you're up. What branch of the service are you in?" Willie goes, "Marines" and we follow Kendrick down a hall with signs pointing this way and that, they were labeled, "SLING ROOMS" "GLORY HOLE" "PRIVATE ROOMS". I hear Willie say, "Fuck" under his breath. Kendrick opens a door to a room with two hammocks or something hanging from the ceiling and two gray haired men appeared to be humping the hammocks. "Oops, sorry gentlemen, wrong room". The next door led to a similar room with two hammocks but no one was humping them. Kendrick say, "Guys! Listen up!" I thought he was talking to Willie and me until a head pops up over the side of each hammock... the hammocks were actually too short to be a real hammock, but I didn't know what else to call them. There were made of leather, I could tell by the smell.

The heads belonged to teenaged boys about our age. One was a redhead with real bushy hair who had a face almost as red as his hair. He said, "Where the fuck you been?" Kendrick said, "They're newbies, OK? Let em' have a quickie and then they'll relieve ya. I gotta take care of something else, so you two" he pointed to the hammock boys, "are responsible. Got it?" as they nod their heads, Kendrick opened the door and is gone, never to be seen again... we hoped. On the wall was a condom dispenser and complimentary lubricant. The four of us stare at each other until redhead says to me, "How bout you do me real quick so I can get on my way. Tips has been good tonight so you're lucky with that." He swung the hammock a bit and underneath was a hole in the hammock. It didn't take a genius to figure out that that hole was matched up with the redhead's asshole. My dick twitched and I groped my crotch. Willie said, "Just curious, but where do we leave when we're done? Down the main stairs or what?" The other boy was a very cute blond, but he had that dumb look in his eyes you see in kids sometimes. He said, "Fuck no! Ya want to piss off Kenny, ya stupid dick. Go down the hall to the left where it says EXIT... duh!" Willie says to me, "Let's go" and we're out the door in a flash with the hammock boys yelling, "Hey! Hey!" that's all we heard as we ran down the hall, took a left and flung open the door that was there. It led outside to metal steps going two floors down. Looked high at first, but we didn't hesitate. Lots of noise, the hard leather soles of our sandals against the metal steps... clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.... an echo after each "clack". I thought, we're not going to escape this easy, are we? At the bottom of the stairs we ran away from the building, which means we were also running away from our car, but we weren't thinking straight at the moment. Just, get the fuck away from there.

Four blocks, running hard... I was already half a block in front of Willie. Finally, something I can do better than him, run. He called out, "Wait up, Dylan' so I slowed up till Willie was next to me and we jogged two more blocks and then collapsed onto a bench at a bus stop. Breathing hard, Willie says, "What do ya think, babe?" I say, "We better start circling back so we can sneak up on the car. They don't know our car so there isn't any reason someone would be watching it." That's what we did. It took a half hour to do a big circle and then, there was the parking lot. Willie says, "If they're watching the lot, they'll be looking for two boys so I'll go in alone. If they grab me, find a phone and call 911". Our cell phones were in the car. That was our plan, but we didn't need one. No one approached Willie as he walked up and got in his car. I wondered if his heart was thumping as hard as mine. He's got guts, Willie does. I was proud to be with him. He came roaring up to me, he leaned over and unlatched the door for me to jump in and did he ever lay some rubber with the back end of that BMW swerving from side to side. I could smell the burnt rubber for two blocks. Willie ran a light and we were a quarter mile from the Garden State Parkway just like that. Willie let out a long stream of curse words and I knew it was him letting out the tension. I felt a little sick to my stomach, but I knew that was just too much adrenaline pouring into my system. I get the same reaction when I'm in a fight, well, right after the fight. It will pass in a couple of minutes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck that fucking Andrew" Willie was screaming at the night with the wind blowing over our extremely authentic flattop haircuts. We both calmed down after a bit, but we didn't have much to say on the Garden State Parkway back to Sea Isle City.

Back in our room Willie and me hugged and then got the nervous giggles. We'd dodged a bullet for sure. Neither one of us wanted an adult beverage from the mini bar so we sat out on the balcony drinking orange soda, smoking another cigarette, and building up the story of our adventure for future retellings. Willie didn't even argue about the smoke, just said... "Yeah, I could use one of those, I think". We worked over our adventure at the gay club and it's going to be BIG, I can just see that. It was big enough to start with, but wait till be exaggerate it over time... oh man! what a story we got there. Almost as an after-thought we remembered the envelopes and we fished them out of our pockets to find a hundred dollar bill in each, the second and third hundred dollar bill I'd seen tonight. Willie scuffed at the hundred dollars, "Big fucking spender, that prick Kendrick. Huh, Dylan?" I was thrilled to get that hundred dollar bill, but I realized it didn't mean much to Willie so I said, "Guess ya gotta make your money with tips. The kid said the tips were good tonight. Maybe we should have stayed awhile." Willie goes, "Oh, there ain't gonna be any tips, but don't worry, sweetheart, I'm pretty sure you'll get fucked tonight, and without the need fof a sling too." As it turned out he was right. I got fucked that night and I was lucky enough to get it again the next morning too... Willie's penis head had healed. He had to catch a two o'clock flight out of Atlantic City on Sunday so after he fucked me doggy style on top of the bed, we had a big breakfast and then he drove me back to Wildwood. No one was in our place, the Moms were on the beach according to a note from Tris. Chubby wouldn't be back till seven that night, so Willie and I had the place to ourselves for goodbye kisses and mushy words of love. This weekend convinced me that I love him and Willie said he was more in love with me than ever. Neither of us mentioned specifically the "I'm in charge" lecture of Willie's, but we acknowledged it in other ways. In my own mind, I didn't feel inferior or a second rate citizen to Willie, it wasn't like that at all. We both felt comfortable in our relationship now and I honestly admired Willie for the way he handled it. He was hurt and he showed me how he felt by embarrassing me. Just because I didn't think getting an earring, or not calling him from my vacation, and stuff like that would be perceived as a slap in the face to Willie... well, that didn't mean it wasn't. It's all long gone now. Hell, there were so many positive things about this weekend, they overwhelmed the bad part. Plus we had all that sex, sex that went both ways. I'd never felt closer or more in love with Willie than when we said goodbye. Last words from Willie were, "I can't wait for next Tuesday night Dylan. I'm already thinking about my first glimpse of you as you come out of your condo. My dick gets hard just seeing your face in my head. I love you so much, baby... so much!" And, as he'd done other times, he gets so emotional it's almost like he's crying. Very sincere is Willie Worthington.

I went out on the deck to lounge around and think about things. In the early afternoon like this it's actually too hot on the deck. I stayed anyway and spent some time wishing I could see Willie Saturday night, but we'd be getting back from Wildwood too late Saturday. Can't wait for Tuesday, but that's ten days from now and I missed Willie already. Then I was thinking how Willie has been "out" to everyone since middle school and how he appears so much more relaxed about being gay than I am. He's not particularly ashamed about being gay, nor is he particularly proud about it... it just is. Sooner or later I'm going to need to come clean to Mom, Tris and, of course, Chubby. It scares me though. Willie never says anything about me coming "out" one way or the other. Well, one thing is for sure, I'm not coming "out" on vacation, so, along with everything else, I'll worry about this later. Then I wondered about that gay club and how that kid, Andrew, had set us up. He must have lied to Kendricks, saying we agreed to be in a hammock, I guess it's called a sling, to be fucked by a lot of guys. Willie told me what a "glory hole" is too and there sure seems to be some diverse ways to have gay sex. For all I know, there are just as many diverse ways to have hetero sex, but that don't interest me. I tried to imagine what it would be like to lie or sit in the sling while a stranger fucked me. It seems he wouldn't be able to touch you except with his boner. Wonder why that's sexy, and the swaying hammock effect. Hmm. I guess I just don't get it, but then I thought of Dodgers haircut fetish and Chubby's foot fetish and it swirled around in my head making less and less sense. Then there's that mohawk man who got sexually aroused spanking me. I wondered if anyone gets aroused being the one getting spanked, that's hard to imagine. The spankings themselves are scary, but didn't last too long and, of course, I'd had just two experiences being spanked. The Marine really did a number on me and now I know it's a fetish so I wasn't nearly as shocked with the mohawk man spanking me as I was when the Marine did it. I'd learned from Carl months ago that I need to keep an open mind when gay sex is involved because it's all so new to me. I use to think that rimming was something I'd never do, but now I like doing it for Willie. That's an example right there of keeping an open mind.

Smoking a cigarette made me think about Willie because he'd given in to me on that point and didn't complain when I had a few smokes, actually smoked a few cigarettes himself. It's definitely not a one-way-street with Willie... he gives in on stuff too. Done my smoke I flicked it over the banister, but not far enough, it landed on the windowsill of the people below us... Fuck! I ran in and got a glass of water to slowly pour over the banister until a lucky spill caught the cigarette and put it out. Can't seem to get the hang of flicking those things. It was early afternoon so I wandered down to the beach then, but the Moms weren't there and of course the twins were off playing golf every afternoon so I took a long walk up the beach. When I got back to our place the Moms were out on the deck with their gin and tonics talking. They didn't see me, they were going over their weekend with us boys away. The Moms had been with the same two guys. Hope they had a good time! I wonder if they build up their adventures like Willie and I did when we rehashed them on the balcony. I can't wait to see Chubby.

DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 9c (WILDWOOD CONCLUSION)

Chapter Nine

When I heard the Moms change the subject from their weekend with their new boyfriends to what's for dinner tonight, I took a deep breath and got ready to shown them my fucking flattop. You know, get it over with. I stepped out on the deck and quietly said, "Don't freak out, OK?" Both Moms go , "Dylan?" and turn around to look at me. Tris blurts out a laugh and says, "You look like a boyscout with that haircut, Honey. Of my God, that's something." My Mom says, "Or the youngest Marine! How did that happen?" They don't make big deals out of things that aren't big deals. I'd forgotten that. If something's a big deal, they make a big deal out of it, like Chubby in the hospital. The Moms were all over the Police for the way they handled it, all over the hospital staff too, but this silly haircut... it was a curiosity, that's all. I told them about my friend Willie wanting an authentic flattop, I said "He's kooky about hair styles and I got caught up in the disaster." I told them what happened and tried to make it funny because it many ways it was funny. It doesn't take a lot to make the Moms laugh so... what I was afraid would be an awkward situation, turned out to be a funny one. They both felt my head and couldn't believe guys actually wore their hair this short on purpose. I knew my biological father had a haircut something like my original flattop, but gratefully that didn't come up. Chubby's bus was coming in at seven o'clock but we all knew Chubby would prefer if just his Mom picked him up. If my Mom and me went along too, it just makes Chubby uncomfortable. He didn't want me going with them when his Mom dropped him off on Friday either. My Mom and me would stay here and get the dinner together while Tris picked-up Chubby. God, I was so anxious to see him again it made my stomach kind of nervous... a weird feeling. I had to take a deep breath.

Tris left in our station wagon to get him and I started shucking some corn while Mom made a meatloaf. We talked easily and she even told me about having the boyfriends over for a party. I got the distinct impression the guys did not stay over either night because Chubby and my room was in the exact shape we left it in right down to my dirty underwear on the bed. It made me feel good they hadn't slept over night but, of course, it doesn't mean some hanky-panky hadn't gone on. If it had, I don't want to know about it anyway... yuck! I pealed potatoes for home fries with green peppers and onions, then went out on the deck for a cigarette. I was thinking about Willie and how great our sex was together this weekend. Me fucking him and him fucking me... Willie's sensual make-outs, his smell and taste. The wide range of personality he shows, from sweet to stern, but I always feel his love. It makes me short of breath thinking about him. God, when he wraps me up his his arms and legs after sex I can't describe how sexy that is to me. Sure, once in a while he insist on being in charge or dominant or whatever word you want to choose, but it's such a small part of our time together that it doesn't matter to me. Or, if it does matter, it matters in a good way... meaning, I think I like him that way sometimes. That's just me, others don't like to be a little bit submissive to someone even if they love him. That's fine for them, but I think I actually like it. There is a fine line though that I can't articulate, I'll know it if it's crossed though and then the dominant behavior isn't acceptable. Relationships adjust with time, it's like squirming together in bed until we get together just right with everything fitting together nicely. Then we go to sleep feeling good and safe and loved and wicked comfortable.

Chubby and I have been sleeping like that this entire vacation and I just got a semi-boner from thinking that thought. I'm lucky beyond belief to have two boys that I love so much that we can get wrapped up together for sleep. Most people want "their space" but where Willie or Chubby is concerned, their space is my space and vice versa. It's always fun to think about Chubby. In school last year I'd think about him for hours. After Carl helped me see my sexual nature, that is. With Carl, at first it was hard going, but once I saw the light I was off and running. I've been as lucky as you can get to have had so many sexual escapades so quickly, but I chalk that up to gays attracting gays and cuter guys gravitating to cuter guys. Believe me it's hard to state that because it means I think I'm cute, but it's the only thing I can think of as the reason I've met so many gay kids in the last four months, especially when I'd met none in the previous seventeen years. Ya know, what's up with that. There has to be some logical explanation, but until I get a better one I'm sticking with the one about like boys being attracted to others of their species. Oh brother! Wonder what Chubby would think of my theory? Heh heh! Not much, I'll bet. God, I can almost hear him ranting and raving about that idea. Where is he anyway? I was walking back inside when I heard Chubby mumbling something coming up the steps behind Tris. Shit, there's that real nervous feeling in my stomach again. What is that all about...

My Mom was asking, "What happened?" and Tris saying, "Nothing really, he pulled a muscle in his hinie, his bum, bending over to wash basement windows Saturday afternoon. I guess it is kind of sore so Chubby isn't in a good mood, are you, Honey?" They were coming through the door to the family room while I stayed in the kitchen watching them. Tris came in carrying Chubby's little satchel and I hear Chubby behind her grumbling, "I'd be in a better mood if you'd stop grilling me about a simple muscle pull" and naturally Tris says, incredulously, "Grilling you!? I asked a simple question, one question, that's it." Chubby was inside the door now... he was walking the same way I walked coming home from Carl's the first time he'd fucked me twice in one afternoon. I didn't have a pulled muscle either. My heart was beating fast, I was scared, Chubby was taking a beating somehow by somebody and it scared me because I never thought anyone could do that to Chubby. He looked around, I knew he was looking for me so I stepped out and he took one look and said, "Jesus, I'm away for two days and you join the Marines. Dylan? What's that?" Chubby had a fresh tight buzzcut himself so I knew Ricky was bossing him around again. I ignored Chubby's buzzcut because this extreme flattop of mine took precedence. I said, "It was an innocent mistake in judgement that will grow back in about two years and look normal again." He stared and said, "I've never seen anything like that, but it's just right on you. You look marvelous!" He should have laughed, but instead he grimaced taking a step toward our bedroom, walking like he had a pole up his ass. I felt sick to my stomach now, forget the nervous feeling. Never-the-less, I followed him right into the bedroom... the Moms stood there with puzzled expressions, watching us go.

From past experiences in dealing with Chubby's bad moods I knew the best way to get him out of it was to be available, but don't interact with him too much and, for God sake, don't ask him questions. He was flopped down on the bed as I walked past to our bathroom. Not really needing to, but I peed a little bit anyway. Then I picked up some dirty clothes off the only chair in our bedroom, dropped them on the floor, and slouched into the chair with my feet propped up on the bed. The silence was deafening, as they say. I was determined to wait him out and after ten minutes he asked, "Why'd ya get that haircut?" I told him the story, embellishing parts to try making it funnier, and mostly trying to be very self-deprecating. Including the unnecessary details, and with the embellishments and all, the tale took maybe three minutes to tell. I finished with, "So Chubby, that's how I wound-up with this severe haircut. It could fucking happen to anybody." By the time I finished, he wasn't exactly laughing, but he was over on his side up on one elbow smirking at me. He says, "You are one dumb-ass dude. As soon as you walked into that army base barbershop and caught a gander at the guys getting haircuts you should have did an immediate U-turn and jumped in your friend's car and your friend should have been driving that fucking thing with his foot so heavy on the gas the car was up on it's back wheels laying rubber all the way down the fucking block... nothing but smoke from the burning rubber. You are one big fuck-up when I'm not around to save your ass." I go, "I know that." and that got the first smile I'd seen from Chubby since a few hours before he left last Friday. I didn't push it, just went back to being silent as I marveled at how Chubby's description of what we should have done at the barbershop mimicked the way we left the gay club's parking lot last night. Three minutes of silence later he said, "I know god damn well about this routine of your's... you don't say anything until I do. I know you can hold off for freaking hours without saying something, but I can't! So, you win. What are we having for dinner?" I said, "Meat-fucking-loaf" and he did chuckle at that and called me a "dick". I said, "Let's get a smoke" and he bow-legged out to the deck. The Moms watched us as we walked by with both of them looking questioning at me, so I did the "thumbs-up" sign without Chubby seeing it and both Moms looked relieved and did a little grin.

On the deck I lit up, took a drag, and passed the cigarette to Chubby. He say, "Didn't get much of a chance to smoke the last couple of days." We talked about tonight, Chubby wanted to skip the boardwalk, "Too much walking with this damn pulled muscle, and twelve hours on a bus is exhausting. Ya wouldn't think it would be, but it is". I said I understood and then brought up the idea I had about renting motorbikes and exploring the rest of Wildwood, the part away the beach and the boardwalk. He thought it was a cool idea but his ass was going to need to feel a lot better before he'd try that. I didn't mention that he's said "ass" instead of pulled muscle, but in my mind I knew it didn't take too long to get over the kind of "pulled muscle" Chubby apparently had. By the next day I was fine and I think Carl even did me again that next afternoon. We fucked so much that first month after he "outed" me it's difficult to remember every one. His cock was a pretty good match for my ass and I still think of how good that felt... which is why we over did it that time and I wound-up walking like Chubby is walking now. I wonder if that's the reason he's walking like that... because "it" felt so good he and Rickie over did it. Or was it something more nefarious than that? We had dinner, Chubby and I didn't do too much talking. The Moms were chatter boxes though and Chubby and me learned more about their weekend then we probably wanted to know. We also learned the Moms had another booze cruise tomorrow, this time with their new boyfriends, and with those same guys they were going to the Atlantic City race track on Tuesday and deep sea fishing on Wednesday. They told us the boyfriends were twin brothers eight years younger than our Moms and so cute and so much fun. Before the Moms were done describing the twins I wanted to meet them... just joking. Twenty-eight years old? I don't think so. But the thing is the Moms are having the vacation of their lives and it made Chubby and me so happy. It's great to not be fretting that they're not enjoying themselves. It all meant Chubby and me were on our own for dinner the next three nights which is no big deal to us... we're almost always on our own for dinner.

After dinner Chubby was going to bed, the Moms weren't going to bed but they were staying in tonight. They had a DVD they were anxious to watch. As for me... let me out of here! I decided to walk the boards a little bit on my own. Sometimes it's so cool to only worry about yourself. No concern if your buddy wants to go here or there, no need for compromises of any kind, just do what you want. Of course, it's only fun because it's so rare for me. If I was on my own a lot, that would suck! But on a rare occasion, it's cool. I walked a totally different route to the boardwalk. Down a few blocks and up a few blocks and to tell you the truth, it all looked pretty much the same. Double decker duplexes tight together for block after block, all filled with families on vacation. Nothing new to see this close to the boardwalk, but on motorbikes we could head miles away from the ocean and see what Wildwood looks like then. I know from driving in to Wildwood last Sunday that there's a lot of farm land and what gave me the motorbike idea in the first place is Mike and Richie. They say they work on a tomato farm, it'd be cool just to find it and wave to them. They'd be like, "what the...?" ha ha, oh hell, I guess I'd just like to hang out with them some more. I headed for the boardwalk now, my exploration had turned up nothing.... except, wait a minute. Outside that convenience store, speaking of Mike and Richie, that looks like their bike. Of course, there must be many similar bikes, but still, I'll take a look. I had to go another block away from the boards down to the convenience store. Halfway down the block I see the blond, buzzcut head of Mike Sullivan walking out of the store opening a pack of gum. By the time I got there he was almost to his bike which was parked along side the building, it was only visible from my viewpoint. I looked around, there wasn't another person in sight... this was really too far away and heading in the wrong direction for boardwalk-bound traffic.

For a gag I pretended not to see Mike and purposely bumped his arm making him drop his stick of gum just as he was about to put it in his mouth. He grunted out, "Fuck!" and then, oh my god, it was so fast I hardly knew what happened... with a two-hand grip on the waistband of my cargo shorts he almost picked me up off the ground giving me a wedgy that resulted in my boxer shorts going a half inch up my hole, I let out a yelp and then, "I'm kidding around with you, Mike, it's me, Dylan Newman, I met you and Richie on the boardwalk about a week ago. I was just messing with ya, dude." Mike tugged on my waistband harder and said, "I don't remember meeting any military personnel last week. Only someone in the military would wear his hair like that. I mean, I have a buzzcut, but what the fuck do ya call that haircut of yours?" I said, "Flattop, but it was a fucking mistake, not on purpose" Mike goes, "Hmmm. I don't recall meeting anyone retarded last week either. I mean, bumping into someone on the sidewalk, and getting the wrong haircut by mistake. Are you, retarded?" I tried to chuckle and go along with his joke by saying, "Heh heh, well, my best friend thinks I am some time, but no, I'm not retarded." Mike pulled me against him making it seem like I might fall over backwards if he let go so I held onto him around his chest which, by the way, was as solid as a telephone pole. I had to turn my head sideways or else my lips would be in the vicinity of his lips. Mike is almost three inches taller than me, but I was up on my toes at the moment so we were about the same height.

He was very calm with everything. I said, "Ah, ya think you could let me go, Mike?" He let go of my waistband with his right hand and put that hand on my left buttocks, massaged it and said, "You're ass is very similar to Richie's, but then, many asses are similar don't ya think?" I'm like, "Well a, yeah, yeah... asses are similar for guys, and I guess girls, about the same age, but actually I've never done a study. You know, scientific study." Mike bent me backward a bit so he could reach his hand up inside my cargo short's left leg and scrunched the material up toward my ass to get his hand under my boxers and then grabbed a hold of my bare ass. He used his fingers to pull the boxer material out of my hole and asked, "Better? Or did you prefer when it was up your ass?" I was getting a semi-boner by now and his physicalness was becoming a major turn on. I rested the side of my head against his shoulder and murmured, "Could you push it back up again so I can compare the two once more, you know, before making my choice." I swear he laughed, but he tried not to show it. Instead he pushed the tip of his finger in my hole and I was sort of hugging him now, with a full blown boner in my pants. It felt nice. I love, love, love having a boner. It's impossible not to notice a dude's boner if he's up against you, so Mike says, "Please tell me you have a flashlight in your drawers, Dylan Newman." I go, "No, no. That's my penis all filled-up with blood. You do recall me mentioning that I'm gay, right? And, you're quite the hottie, so, yeah, that's my boner... no flashlight." I was thinking, Willie did a version of this last night and now Mike... Am I lucky, or unlucky? Hmmmm? Mike said, "Did ya ever cum in your pants, Gay Dylan Newman?" and he fingered my hole going further up with each thrust of that nice index finger of his. I said, "Oh yeah. That has happened to me quite recently, but I'm going to try not to do it right now."

Mike actually chuckled out loud this time, then pulled his finger out of my hole, his hand out of my shorts, and let go of my waistband too. He had a composed expression on his face, maybe a slight grin, as he said, "You're a pretty good sport, gay Dylan Newman. You remind me of Richie a little bit, he's gay too." I said, "Thanks for the compliment. Richie's cool." Mike took three steps over to the side of the convenience store, turned on a outside faucet, and scrubbed the finger he'd had up my ass with a handkerchief he took from his back pocket. When he'd scrubbed that finger three separate times he dumped the handkerchief into a nearby trash barrel and said, "I really should have thought that through a little bit better and used your finger for up your ass rather than my own. Ya know?" I was straightening out my cargo shorts' crumbled leg as I said, "Yeah, next time" and then I added, "You're not gay? Is that what you said?" Mike goes, "No, I didn't say that. I'm sorta gay for Richie, I think he drugged me or has me hypnotized or under some kind of black magic spell or something because I sure wasn't gay before I meant him." Mike is very attractive. Wonderfully tanned with that light colored blond hair, very much like mine. Blue intelligent looking eyes with almost too perfect facial features. Very macho, but youthful looking too. Is it possible to have a baby face and look macho at the same time? I don't know, but he somehow pulls it off. A charisma about him that screams leadership qualities, yet a shyness too. Contradictions galore, but a uniquely attractive boy. Well, Richie said they'd both be twenty this summer so I don't know at what age one shouldn't be called a "boy" any longer. Maybe it depends on how old the person is thats calling him a boy, who knows what's politically correct anymore. I told Mike that my best bud, Chubby, and me were going to rent scooters and check out the area, maybe we would come out to see Richie and him on the tomato farm. Mike cocked his head to the side a little and squinted his eyes at me, he's so handsome, then he said, "You don't believe we work on a tomato farm, do ya?" I said, "Sure I do." We smiled at one another, neither of us sure what the other really meant.

Finally, Mike nods his head toward his motorbike and says, "ya want to ride around a bit?" It was eight thirty at night and not quite dark yet, sort of dusk. Mike had on cut off jeans and a white tee shirt made of that new fabric that's so fine and flimsy it's almost like wearing nothing. Chubby and me have a couple of Calvin Kline Tee's just like it. Mike's was about two sizes too big. Everything about him is casually cool, no effort, just uniquely his own cool self. I said, "Sure, where shall we go." Mike got on his motorbike and, ignoring my question, said, "sit right behind me and don't be afraid to hold onto me, it beats falling off the back of the bike. I'd come back for you if you fall off, but you might suffer a brush burn or two in the fall." I've never ridden on a motorbike before. I got on... it's just one longish curved seat for the two of us so I slid against him right away, you can't avoid it. So sexy, right up against this hot, hot kid. Mike has that sexy smell too, it's almost like cologne, but it's his own scent. He isn't even aware he has it, but I bet ya Richie knows it well. I held him at his waist with both hands, Mike told me to wrap my arms around his waist and I no sooner did that then he took off with the front wheel coming off the ground, laying rubber with the back one. I heard a man yell out the front door of the convenience store, "God damnit Sullivan, I told you......" the roar of the motorbike drowned out the rest of his statement. Mike didn't even look over at the guy as we roared by. Hugging Mike through that flimsy tee shirt was like hugging him bare-chested, it was awesome. That flat, hard stomach, his kinda wide shoulders for such a slight body, the muscles in his biceps, everything... jeez, it was enough to take my breath away. I hugged kind of tight and lay the side of my face against the back of his shoulder. This was better than the thrill rides on the boardwalk.

Mike flew down back roads that were paved, but not recently, as they seemed almost like dirt roads in places. We were in farm country on those back roads, without street lights, traveling too fast, but it was exhilarating. After about twenty minutes Mike comes to a screeching stop and pointing to a sign that read "TOMATO FARM" said, "Up this road is where Richie and I work" and he roared up the road which actually was a real dirt road. Billows of dust behind us in the night. It was a little scary, but with Mike I felt totally safe. Five minutes and we were on the outskirts of a cluster of buildings... loading docks and long storage buildings. Mike says, "On the other side of those buildings are forty acres of commercial tomatoes, for Hunts and other companies. Richie and I are loaders and unloaders, manual labor dudes, but it keeps ya in great shape. Richie put on ten pounds of muscles already. You want to join us some day, come for lunch. We start work real early and so we eat lunch early too, eleven o'clock. Any day, drive out and we'll be over at that table right there" he was pointing to a round table made out of what looked like a huge, empty, spool of tread. Then the front wheel of the bike came off the ground again and we fly back the same way we came, maybe just a little bit faster than we came out. I loved the intimacy of the ride... lucky Richie. We roared up to what looked like a tavern. Getting off the bike my legs were a bit wobbly because I'd had then in the same position near Mike's feet for about forty minutes. It was a honky-tonk bar with country music playing that twangy sound on the jukebox. Mike led us to a booth and a twenty-something year old girl came right over to us and, while chewing gum vigorously, cracking it too, she said, "Mike baby, where's Richie? And, don't even try to get this cutie served, it ain't gonna happen." Mike said, "Well god damn, if that don't beat all. Richie and his father went to Philadelphia, his grandmother's sick. So, to help you out I try bringing new customers to your establishment and this is the thanks I get! To hell with it then, we'll have two birch beers and I need my dinner. What's good tonight, Thelma?" She goes, "cheesburgers or cheesesteaks like always" and she looks at me and says, "You need something to eat too sweetheart?" I shook my head no and said, "No, thank you" and Mike said, "Cheesesteak for me with fried onions and put some sweet peppers on the side. Fries too." She scribbles something on a note pad, winks at Mike, runs her hand over my flattop and says to me, "My husband, God rest his soul, always had that same kind of flattop haircut. Damn, I loved that boy so, but he got himself kilt in Iraq two years ago". With that she took off to service another customer.

Mike told me he and Richie come in here and get beers on Friday nights when they have live bands, "Country bands, but they can rock pretty good too". He said he needed to eat dinner out tonight because Mike's mother and Richie went with Richie's Dad for maybe their last visit ever to see Richie's very sick grandmother. Mike seemed a little broken-up about it, but his going with them wouldn't help anything, him and Richie being gay and all, and the grandmother not really able to cope with modern concepts, so best not to confuse the old woman. I was a little confused because why would Mike's mother need to go. As it turns out, Mike's mother and Richie's father met through the boys and fell in love... they're married. "Oh" I said, that cleared it up for me. Our drinks and his food came out and in between mouthfuls of cheesesteak Mike was surprisingly forthcoming about him and Richie. He never said he loved him, not directly, but every time he said his name there was a little something in the way he said it that led me to believe Mike considered Richie a precious person in his life. I got a shiver imagining someone harming Richie and then having to deal with Mike... there, I just got another shiver saying that. Their relationship seemed very tight. I saw them for only a little while on the boardwalk, but I saw enough to know there's a lot of love floating around between them. On the other hand, Richie flirted with me a bit and I ended up the evening with a little crush on him, and now Mike is having fun teasing me with his sexuality, what else can I call it? Hey, I don't mind, believe me! I'm interpreting it as a reflection of how secure the relationship is between Mike and Richie... they aren't worried about a little flirting or teasing with another guy, they know where they stand with each other and are very comfortable about it all.

Mike told me that the first time he met Richie he felt this odd reaction, he had this feeling, it was something different then had ever happened to him before. "It was something about his looks or maybe the way he talked" Mike was looking up in the air when he said that, I guess reliving the moment. He went on, "Richie had just moved in with his father who lived in this tough part of town. I'd seen him around the past couple of years, but only in the summer. Even then, there was something about him that made me feel funny. Then, one day I'm right in front of his fucking house, he's on his porch, but I don't know it's him, and I call him over to help me get my pant leg untangled from my bike. He's the last kind of kid I expected to be living around that part of town, all the guys around there are tough, tattooed assholes. I look up and see this, I don't know... this choir boy, with the open look and that innocence like, I don't know... a "I just want to be liked" quality or something. He seemed lonely, and so helpful, and I guess, cute. Naturally I treated him like shit because I was so taken aback by him. Future encounters were about the same. I was especially hard on him because I felt this "something" for him and I think it scared me if ya want to know the truth. Oh hell, we kind of love each other now... what can I say? Never thought I was queer, but with Richie I can't help myself... I'm queer for him." Through his little speech I stared at him, he wasn't looking me in the eyes. I got the feeling he'd been wanting to say these things to someone and I was handy at the moment. Mike just wanted to say what was in his head out loud, just to get it out one time, maybe. He had stumbled onto me to say these things to, somebody he might never see again, ever. I felt honored really. There wasn't any doubt about his sincerity. Then, just like that, he didn't want to talk about it anymore. He said, "This is private between you and me, right gay Dylan Newman?" I said, "Oh yeah, right." He nodded his head and held up a french fry for me to eat from his fingers. It was good and crunchy and salty. I can see that Mike is one of those guys who could easily put me in a trance if he wanted to.

Mike told me if I hadn't happened along he's have been stuck with some of his old gang shooting pool and drinking beer and he didn't feel like doing that tonight. He said, I'm in some kind of goofy mood, I didn't want to stay home alone, but I didn't want to just hang with the boys either. You're perfect for my mood, you remind me of Richie, but you're not Richie so I can tell you stuff that pops up in my head and you can't repeat it because it's private and because if ya do, I'll break your head. Right?" I said, "Oh, yeah, absolutely!" Mike wanted to ride the Double Shot. "You ever go on the Double Shot, gay Dylan Newman?" I said, "It's only my favorite fucking ride" and Mike's say, "Let's go then, I'll treat ya." We rode to the boardwalk, where I'd been headed almost two hours ago. Mike parked the bike in a "do not park" zone and we walked the boards awhile. Mike had his arm around my neck the same way he walked with Richie. My arm next to his body was sort of squeezed between us. My other arm was busy in the area of my hand. I had it in my pocket trying to keep my steel pipe boner sideways so it wouldn't poke out the front of my shorts too badly. Mike talked with his face toward the side of my face without paying much attention to where he was going, people just got out of our way somehow. His breath smelled like his choice of gum, which was JuicyFruit. Sometimes when he wanted to emphasize something he'd move his face so close to mine his perfectly shaped nose would bump my cheek. Once he said "You smell good for a gay boy" and before I could say something to that he was off on another story of when he ran his gang on the Wildwood boardwalk and nobody gave them any shit, not even the boardwalk cops who rode the boards on bicycles. It was all interesting, with me on the verge of cuming most of our walk to the Double Shot. It was an excellent walk.

Waiting in line at the Double Shot he laughed at another memory of the boardwalk, back in the day. "Jesus Dylan, you remind me of another kid too, other than Richie I mean". Before he could go on, I said, "Oliver Nickerson?" and he makes this surprised expression, pushes me, and says, "Get the fuck out of here! Dude, how'd you know that?" I laughed at his reaction, happy I could shock him for once and told him about the North twins who he'd never heard of. I told Mike, "twilight zone" type things happen to me"... he had no clue what that meant, but not much interest either so we dropped it. We just did the Double Shot ride once and then walked some more, got a lemonade and a soft pretzel with mustard, then he drove me home. He said he'd tell Richie I might be joining them for lunch this week. "Not tomorrow though, Richie won't be back to work till Tuesday". We did a hand shake, one arm hug goodnight. What an unusual night. It made me feel good, but I can't explain why. I showered quickly and quietly, Chubby was asleep. Getting as close to him without touching him as I could, I enjoyed his scent, very different then Mike's, and went to sleep thinking about that.

Next morning Chubby was noticeably better with his walking, which I predicted from my own experience, but he still wasn't perfect and he was still moody. We went to the beach. The Moms had already left for their second booze cruise of the vacation. I got our coffees and we sat staring at the ocean until the twins snuck up behind us and attacked with arms around our necks and cheeks against our cheeks... there fresh smelling teen breath so youthful and nice. They both yelled at me for getting my old flattop cut off, "And before Alexander got a chance to see it too." Nathan was pissed. I told them a quick version of how it happened and Nathan laughed saying, "That's exactly the kind of thing Oliver would get himself into. Oh, I wish you could meet him." Later we headed down to the ocean for some serious wrestling and goosing and rough housing that gave us all boners at one time or another, I know because I checked.

In quiet times on the beach, particularly with the twins off to their golf lessons, I'd think about Willie. I was in love. His picture in my head, his watch on my wrist, his necklace around my neck, well, not on the beach, but you know, in my mind... I was surrounded by Willie and thrilled about it. I missed him fucking me and making out with me and wrapping me in his tight grasp after sex... so tight it gave me claustrophobia at times. He wanted all of me and I took that as flattering. Who doesn't want to be desired. His almost comical insistence that he's the dominant figure in our relationship is immaterial to me. I don't care, it's such a tiny little part of "us"... it doesn't hurt my ego. Truth is I like it just fine... in the right proportions. Oh to be making out with him right now. His taste and smell and feel, unreal. Chubby interrupted my reverie saying, "I'm hungry, dude" so we had a nice two hotdog and large fries lunch, with a large frosty root beer to drink. Chubby was quiet and he looked tired. Sure enough he says, "I'm wiped-out, dude. That trip took a lot out of me. Would you get pissed if I went back to the place for a nice long nap... you know, so I'm ready for some action on the boardwalk tonight." I was as sincere as I can be when replying, "Of course I won't get pissed, you go ahead Chubby. Man, I'd probably have to stay in bed all day if I had to go through your last three days. You go ahead, don't worry about the stuff on the beach. I'll bring all of it back to the house myself." Chubby swallowed, looked away and then squeezing my hand like he does, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I love having you as my best friend, Dylan. You don't even know how much it means to know you're always there for me. Thank you, man. I love ya, bro!" And, holy shit, we both had to look away because we had a fucking tear in our eye. WOW, that's weird!

We didn't try saying anything else, Chubby just got up and waved with his fingers as he headed for the ramp off the boardwalk. He was still walking a little bowlegged. What had happened to him? What, indeed. Whatever it was, I hope whoever did it to him enjoyed themselves because the payback is going to be a bitch, it's going to be a hurtin' time for whoever is responsible. Oh yeah! I swallowed hard and then headed back to the beach where we'd left our beach chairs and towels and backpack and all. Sitting alone, watching the ocean. It's hypnotic the way the waves are endless, the undertow always following the waves, the horizon and ocean merging way out there. Scary in it's scope and power. And then there's the awesome sun relentlessly blaring it's heat at the earth. It makes ya feel small and insignificant and helpless. But, I'm not helpless... not where certain things are concerned, things in my life that I can control. I can control the Marine by staying away from him. Same for the mohawk man. Jake, my Mom's boyfriend, can only harm me by "Outing" me before I want to be. Ideally, I want to tell Chubby about my gayness before I tell anyone else. Joel, at work, is a real problem, but he can't make me spend the night with him. I'll have his ass put in jail if he tried it. OK, so I might get beat up by him... I've been beat up before. What other problems do I have? None, right? So, if that's the case, why am I feeling so uneasy? I think I'm in good with Willie, I certainly hope so. Oh yeah, I've got to break it to Willie that I'm not going to Maine with him. I have no desire to see Larry and almost no desire to see Carl... except I do have feelings for Carl because he's done so much to get me going in my gay nature. Without him, well, I'd still be bumbling around lost... no idea about sex. The sex has been a revelation in my life, such excitement! Thrilling climaxes that seem to get better each time. I'm hooked on gay sex something terrible. Is that why I feel uneasy?

This wasn't much fun... this deep contemplation. So, I gathered up all our stuff and trudged off the beach, then the five block walk to our place. Damn, it's hot in the afternoons away from the ocean. The duplex was it's usual meat-locker-cold when compared to the outside temperature, but there wasn't anything to do here. Chubby was making quiet snoring sounds, kinda cute actually. He looked so peaceful, what a pretty boy he is. I know, boys aren't pretty... but he is. I wanted to feel his newly buzzed hair, that velvet feel, but I didn't for fear of waking him. I walked back to the boardwalk where the breeze off the ocean felt cool compared to the way it felt inland. I smoked and felt lazy and free walking slowly down the boards. Then, there... a mohawk boy. The red tinted mohawk gave him away. I felt my extreme flattop and knew I was no longer a candidate to be one of mohawk man's "boys". Probably just as well, but man oh man could he put a fucking on ya with that curved cock of his. Whoa! I had to smile to myself because I remembered the spanking, but then nothing I've ever gotten seems like it comes without a string attached. Of course, the spanking was worth it because the fucking that followed was extraordinary. Not as a steady diet certainly, but... hmmmm? I walked down toward the Mohawk Piercings shop with this funny, nervous feeling in my stomach. I thought to myself, "you're not stupid enough to go back for more are you?" I felt my earring and my ass and my flattop and answered myself, "I don't fucking know if I will or not". It was weird. Was this why I felt uneasy earlier on the beach? Knowing in my subconscious mind I'm going to do something stupid.. First this flattop followed by a narrow mohawk haircut. Almost a totally shaved head? There it is, right where it's suppose to be... Mohawk Piercings... big sign on the front of the shop.

Wonder what is wrong with me? I looked in through the plate glass window seeing maybe a half dozen customers, and there's the sign pointing to the piercing room.... and mohawk man with the curved cock. God damnit I'm getting a semi boner! I walked over to the bench I'd sat on after he fucked me that other time and stared at the shop. I knew where the back door was and I knew to knock on it and he would open it. What would happen then? Well, almost certainly a bad spanking for getting this flattop and maybe then he'd shave what little hair I have left into a mohawk and then maybe he's give me the double fuck. I only got the first half last time. Wait, a boy just came around from the back of the shop. He's got one hand rubbing his behind. Jesus, I wonder if mohawk man just "did" him. The kid doesn't have a mohawk, that's for sure. Longish, curly brown hair. Not a particularly cute boy, but OK. He sat on a bench across the boardwalk from me and now I see he has a slightly swollen ear lobe with a stud in it so he obviously just got it pierced. Taking a big breath I walked across the boardwalk and sat down next to the kid. I took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "Would ya like one?" he looked up with just his eyes, saw me and smiled saying, "no thanks, I gave em' up". That smile was this kid's "cute" thingie. I smiled back, lit up and asked, "Did ya just get your ear pierced?" The kid says, "Yeah, and my ass beat too." I was all ears, but the kid said, "Go on in and get something pierced, he'll think you're one of the kids who's tormenting him and you won't need to ask me what happened, you'll know". I go "hey", but he was walking away. He wouldn't say more, but it didn't appear that he'd been crying or that he was scared. He seemed like a tough little kid who didn't want company right now. I let him go and somehow the mystique of my mohawk man fantasy had walked away with that kid. What the hell, I walked away too, chalking off one of my concerns, the Mohawn Man, forever... or, at least until next summer. Willie probably did me a favor with this stupid flattop, without it I very well might have taken mohawk man up on his offer. It's better that I didn't. Instead I went down and walked at the ocean's edge for a couple hours and then when back to the place to see how Chubby's doing.

He was up and one thing led to another and we ended up doing all our shaving, showering, shampooing, and masturbating together. Chubby was in a good mood by the time we were done. It's a great feeling being all shaved down, wicked clean and temporarily sexually satisfied by having your super best friend wack you off. We both had very nice climaxes and then hugged each other swaying under the shower till the pads of our fingers were all wrinkly from being so wet for so long. The boardwalk was excellent that night... just Chubby and me. It was smooth sailing the next couple of days, the Moms were busy and happy as can be. Great that they had their playmates too. The twins, Chubby, and me had a three hour miniature golf tournament that Noah won in a playoff with me. They are very competitive, and it was serious stuff, but that's what made it fun. If I had won, the twins would have had to ride the Double Shot, so I tried my ass off, but couldn't beat Noah. Our vacation was coming to an end. Tomorrow is Thursday and Chubby has to leave on Friday for his twelve hour bus ride that the prick Rickie is making him take. On Saturday the rest of us check out and drive the seven hour drive back to Framingham and then on Monday I'm cutting grass again. Jeez! It went by so fast.

Wednesday, after dinner, we walked two blocks to where the Mom's could rent mopeds scooters on a twenty-four hour basis. Chubby and me couldn't rent them because we didn't have drivers licenses. We, of course, knew how to ride bikes so we could ride a scooter and we promised our Moms we'd only be on back roads, which is true because we wanted to explore Wildwood and I wanted to introduce Mike and Richie to Chubby and Chubby to Mike and Richie. Of course, we wanted motorbikes, not fucking scooters, but we couldn't get the Moms to give in on that. Another thing we couldn't do was convince the rental people that the Moms were renting the scooters for themselves. Chubby and me couldn't produce drivers licenses and the rental guy knew we'd be riding them so he insisted on a five hundred dollar cash deposit before he'd rent them. This was the end of our vacation and we didn't have cash for that size deposit. Us boys should never have gone with our Moms. The Moms didn't fight too hard trying to change the guys mind because they didn't really want us to go riding off on the scooters in the first place. Chubby and I shot the "bird" at that asshole when our Moms walked away and then we just stood there daring him to do anything about it. What he did was laugh and say, "sorry boys, this is my livelihood here. Not a fucking game." So that was a sour note! We moped on our walk to the boards, but made the best of our disappointment. It just hardened our resolve to do what we needed to do to get driving licenses. What a bitch! I hoped to see Richie or Mike on the boardwalk, but they don't usually show up on the boards anymore. Chubby and I hadn't seen anyone from home this week. We'd seen four or five different people last week, but from my point of view, seeing no one was ideal so I didn't care. I liked having Chubby all to myself.

Thursday was our last full day at Wildwood together, but it went pretty much like all the other days, nothing special. Friday morning Chubby and Tris said their goodbyes to the North family and there were hugs all around. They left for the bus station to drop Chubby off. Chubby and me said our goodbyes last night. After the boardwalk we did a late shower together and it got pretty close to a make out when we were soaking wet hugging each other and doing little kisses on the side of each other's head. We both got our boners and I said, "Do you know what the Dickers brothers do?" and Chubby swallowed hard and squeaked out, "Ya mean their fast kiss?" and I said, "Yeah that" and I kissed Chubby a very real, sexy kiss on the lips for the first time in my life. Chubby kissed back, it lasted a long three seconds then Chubby laughed and said, "Gross!" and we broke apart to wash each other, our boners dueling as we went along.

Later in bed, wrapped up in each others arms, I told Chubby how important he is in my life and he went into great detail to explain that I was the best friend anyone could ever hope for. I said, right in his ear, "I love you Chubby" and he said, "Right back at ya, bro" and we went to sleep shortly after that. My heart was pounding when I told him I loved him and my heart was pounding when I gave him a for-real kiss on the lips too, I was proud that, even though I was scared, I followed through and did both things. The first time's the hardest.

It was lonely when Tris and Chubby left. Later, Mom and me said goodbye to the Norths because we'd be leaving tomorrow before lunch. No beach time, no anything time. It was pretty much over. In the water just before they left both twins kissed me goodbye with lots of tongue and lots of goosing going on. They're sexy boys and very hot. Quite a few people swimming around us saw our kisses, but we did them anyway. I almost shot off in my pants before we were done. They said next year if I was interested we could do a hot three-way that would have me climaxing like a volcano. I told them I believe I would be interested and that I'd likely be doing that volcano thing too. The boys were hysterical laughing again because one or the other of them was constantly massaging my boner, they knew how much they turned me on. That was fun. That night, Tris, Mom and me had a farewell dinner at a nice restaurant and then I walked up and down the boardwalk once and called it a vacation. All I thought about was either Chubby or Willie. Chubby because I was going to tell him I'm gay, probably Sunday... and Willie because I'm going to tell him I'm in love with him. This was a fast vacation.... but a lot of things happened along the way. I got to admit, everything considered, I'm a happy teenager... wonder how many guys can say that.

to be continued.......

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Special thanks to the 102 guys and two girls who requested Part 9a. I was doing Part 9b anyway, but you've given me the encouragement to write even more of this story.