Mike His Bike and Me

I was riding shotgun with Tony at the wheel. He was driving his brother's 1992 beat-up Chevy on a road trip to Atlantic City on an errand for that very same brother. Mike was working at the tomato farm so I was mostly just killing some time until I hooked up with him later in the afternoon. In the background as we rode along I heard Tony ranting and raving about drivers talking on cell phones and not paying attention to the road and how dangerous that was. I was doing a little daydreaming at the time..... I got this great idea.... I thought, why not find a way to gleam some information out of Tony without Tony realizing what I was doing. I wanted to find out what he and Tiny Dick were doing together sexually, if anything. Hey, I'm a curious guy.....it's better to know than not to know. Right? Most of the time, anyway.

And, while I'm at it, why not find out what Tiny Dick and Mike had been up to when Tiny first joined the gang. Back then Mike had gone off with Tiny quite a few times and it's not at all clear why. Mike sure as hell ain't going to tell me even if I was brave enough to ask him. Which I'm not. Who knows, maybe Tiny confided in Tony about what happened on those little sojourns. Anything I could learn would be more than I know now....and I can never know enough about Mike.

Anyway, it's well known that Tony has a hard time keeping secrets... so, what the hell, I'll try to figure out a way to sneak these topics into our conversation and just let Tony blurt out whatever he knows. I wanted it to seem like a little idle, harmless gossip that I frankly was barely interested in....that's the direction my nefarious plan was headed .... While I was trying to come up with this very sneaky approach Tony says, "Are you and Mike doing some queer stuff together? Tiny thinks you are. Are you, Richie?"

Here's my reply to that totally unexpected question. I said, "What?..." That was my response in total. And, as I said "What?", I'm thinking ...is this kid a mind reader? Tony says, " Hey, it's Ok. We're not homos or anything. Tiny explained it to me.... we're just kids experimenting with different kinds of sexy stuff." I thought to myself, "jeez, where did I hear that rationalization before?"

Tony kept talking, " You name it and Tiny has probably done it to me. I kind of like it, but I don't think I'm going to make a life-long commitment to it, if ya know what I mean?" I mumbled, "Yeah, I guess, Tony" ....all of a sudden his driving was distracting me in a major way . Tony was attempting a really dumb way of lighting his cigarette...it was causing us to swerve out of our lane. Didn't bother Tony though...he kept right on talking, " Jesus H Christ, I never had any idea that that little dick of Tiny's would find it's way up my ass, or in my mouth. ....I'm not kidding, all too often that's what happens. It's like I'm hypnotized or something, but I do kind of like it. How bout you Richie? You like it when Mike does that kind of stuff to you? Well, if he does that is.".

Tony's long-winded question hung in the air while he was steering the car with one hand and trying to strike a match from a pack of matches with the other...... his unlit cigarette jumping in his mouth as he talked. Lighting a match with one hand isn't easy when you're sitting in your living room, never mind trying to do it while driving a car at 80 mph..... looking up at the road and then down at the match. It was crazy.

As I was trying to follow his meandering question I looked first at the match and then at the road and then at the match right along with Tony.....his buzzed red-haired-head bobbing up and down with the bright sunshine reflecting off those absurd fake-gold pirate ear rings of his and clashing with the chrome stud in his lower lip. Quite the picture with the old Chevy swerving from one lane to the other at high speed. I couldn't help but think of Tony's earlier rant about someone driving while talking on a cell phone. That seemed a safe maneuver compared to this dare-devil circus act of Tony's....

I held out my lit-lighter the whole time he was trying to strike that match, but Tony waved it off giving me a look like "why would I need a match and a lighter?".

The whole scene all-together.... his question, his appearance, his rationalization, his efforts to light the cigarette and his driving had me stuttering and stammering and clearing my throat and sneezing, coughing and saying, "What the fuck...? Look at the road...Jesus Christ!!" Tony got the cigarette lit finally, but in the meantime he had begun one of his laughing fits. In between smoking, coughing, trying to catch his breath and his guffaws he's like, "You're a fucking riot Richie...Jesus, you make me laugh. Oh fuck... stop it man, you're killing me." tears of laughter running down his cheeks...

I'm begging him to get his foot off the gas pedal a little, but he's caught-up in one of those laughing jags in which no matter what I say he thinks it's hysterically funny and he laughs all the harder. Horns blaring in the background. My best bet was to tighten my seatbelt and just shut-up. Which is what I did.... and it worked. Without new material Tony's laughing jag slowly ran out of steam.

"Fuck Richie, you almost had me peeing my pants. Holy shit that was funny." I asked him what'd I said that was so god-damned funny. He told me it was the way I was doing all that sneezing and coughing and stuttering and all that other shit just to avoid answering his question about Mike and me doing queer stuff together....that's what struck him so funny. He thought I did it on purpose, trying to get him to laugh. I made a face and said, "What...duh?"but this time he just gave me a blank stare.....he was done laughing for now.

Funny or not funny, Tony wouldn't be deterred..... he asked his question again so I tried to sound pissed-off when I said, "You think Mike would do queer stuff? Is that it?" I was pretending that was an answer. Tony kind of screamed back, "I told Tiny he was full of shit about that, but he told me to ask you anyway. " We were both quiet as Tony flew down the Parkway in that beat-up old Chevy. After a minute or so I thought, 'Jeez, he believed me.' We were quiet for a bit longer, but I began feeling guilty because Tony is always so truthful about everything and I just sort of lied to him.

Finally I said, "Oh hell Tony, keep this to yourself, but Mike and me have messed around a little bit. I kinda did to Mike what you did to Tiny. You know, sucked him off a little just to see what it was all about... Also Mike has, you know...screwed me a few times. We were just experimenting like you guys did."

Tony and me went back and forth reinforcing each other's image that both of us were just regular guys having a little teenage fun with sex...that's all. You know how it goes with us wild and crazy kids. We're not afraid to try stuff...

We had an awkward silence for a few more miles after that and then Tony said, "Ah, when you and Mike are messing around...ahh, are you kind of acting out the part of the, you know...the one who is, ....the girl, kind of. Not really acting like a girl, but the one who has stuff done to him?" Another tightly worded question. I said, "Yeah. Mike is always the one doing the stuff to me. Like you said, Tony....I kind of like it that way, ya know."

He said, "Yeah, me too I guess." And then we rode for another fifteen minutes in silence feeling weird to have talked about all that. We both smoked heavily, lighting our next cigarette off the one we just finished. I had to crack my window, air conditioning or no ar conditioning....the cigarette smoke was burning my eyes. It was still awkward as hell for the two of us. Finally Tony said, "Gee Richie, I wish I never brought all that shit up. Tiny sort of told me to do it. He is one bossy mother fucker, I'll tell you that." I didn't say anything to that and Tony added, "I kinda like it....the bossy stuff, I mean. How about you?" I said, "Yeah, me too. We're submissive types, Tony." "Sub, what-the-fuck?" Tony squawked out.

In a quiet voice I said, "That's what it's called...being submissive to a dominate sex partner." Tony shook his head, activated the electric window and flicked his cigarette butt out muttering, "I don't know about all that shit...does it make us queer?" "Well, if we like it, it makes us at least bi-sexual I would think. You know, we can go with girls or guys." Tony jumped right in, "Yeah, girls too. That's the one I choose ....that bi thing. That's me.

I'm no queer."

We talked in a very general way about our sexual experiences. The more we talked the closer we felt towards each other. Birds-of-a-feather kind of thing.

Tiny, AKA Tucker, apparently was very experienced in dom/sub behavior from participating in that kind of thing in his previous neighborhood. He had told Tony he'd been initially drawn to our little group because he thought he detected something in Tony's manner that might lead to a little sexual fun and games. Tiny apparently had been even more sure that I was a possibility for a little boy/boy sexy stuff except he quickly realized that Mike was a factor where I was concerned.. So, after feeling Mike out, he concentrated on Tony. Interesting, but......

I hesitantly asked what else Tiny had said about me. Tony just shrugged and said, "Nothing much. He just said he was pretty sure you and Mike were already playing around. Remember he tried in the early days to hook up with Mike, but they ended up butting heads and I don't think anything "sexy' happened. At least that's what I could figure out from Tiny's chatter and with Tiny there is a lot of chatter. You can't believe how bossy he can get. He's got this nasty trick of pinching a little piece of flesh on my ass so hard...fuck! Hurts like crazy! He's a strong little fucker."

I muttered, "You don't say..." Tony continued on with his non-stop monologue the rest of the way to Atlantic City, but I didn't really learn anything else, except this.... there is really no affection between Tiny and Tony. The best I can say is that they both want and need what the other offers as far as sex play goes, but that is it. No kissing or hugging at all. I'm not being critical, God forbid....just stating the case. I, for one, prefer it with a lot of hugging and kissing and that magical word.....love.

We found our way into Atlantic City and then to the Apple store located in a huge Mall. Tony picked-up the computer part his brother needed and we drove over and tried the Atlantic City boardwalk for an hour or so. It sucked compared to our Wildwood boardwalk. Almost no kids our age here, mostly older adult types.

Tony said these people were all gamblers...... walking off their losses. I knew not to bother my dad in the casino he worked at... not that we were old enough to get in a casino anyway. Tony was very chummy with me and did a lot more bodily contact stuff than normal. Grabbing my arm or the back of my neck and that type of thing.

Sexually, I had zero interst in Tony and I felt self conscious about his touching now that we both admitted we were bi.....Of course, I knew I was totally gay, not bi.... but what would be the point of driving home that fact to Tony. He was obviously thrilled or relieved or whatever, that he now knew he was not alone in the boy-on-boy sex experimentation department. He knew Mike and me were doing it too and that I was playing the part in my duo that he played in his. Neither of us referred to the word 'gay'...not out loud anyway.

As we started the ride back Tony grudgingly admitted that Tiny had given him another order too. Tiny had instructed Tony to ask me this, "Richie, do you ever think you'd like to join Tiny and me for a little messing around sometime? Or maybe Mike too?" I was slow in answering because I wanted to get it right. I told him he was one of my top friends and I simply wasn't willing to take a chance on screwing that up. Sexy games can sometimes cause jealousy and stuff like that. I told him I had messed around with a couple of guys, but I was through with that as of now. The only one I was messing around with was Mike.

Tony said he respected that decision. He said I was one of the best friends he's ever had and he totally agreed with what I'd just said. We did a half-ass one arm hug flying 80 MPH up the Garden State Parkway on our way back to Wildwood. Whew....I think we were both relieved that that topic was out of the way.

I realized immediately that I meant what I'd just told Tony...I was going to be faithful to Mike from now on.

My pronouncement was totally unplanned and I didn't even know I'd been thinking along those lines, but I obviously had been thinking about it .....subconsciously anyway. I'd had my taste of the submissive/dominance thing.....twice, as a matter of fact. Both Tiny Dick and Tom Brown had recognized the submissive side of me and exploited it for their pleasure..... but, to be honest, I was more of a willing accomplice than a victim.... that is over though. No more.. The idea that I was actually contemplating hooking up with Tom Brown earlier today really pissed me off...I was pissed at myself....disappointed too. I thought to myself, "Like you said already, Richie...No more!"

I felt relief to have made that "no more" decision and I felt relief to have finally admitted to someone besides Mike that I was gay...well, sort of admitted it. This had been quite a road trip... some stuff was out in the open and some other stuff was cleared up and off my mind. Still, I felt nervous...... of course, nervousness is almost a natural state for me. Not nearly as much as in the old days maybe, but I still had nervous feelings quite often. .... mostly worried that something would happen to screw up Mike and me.

I'd learned some things I hadn't known before that afternoon from Tony, but it wasn't because of some sneaky trick I played on him.....it was because Tony came right out and started the conversation on an honest basis. With Tony it is always "up front" and sincere. Granted, he isn't going to be heading-up up any NASA progam to Mars, but what you see is what you get with him. And he is always interested first and foremost in accommodating his buddies. ... Nice friend to have, gay or straight .....or bi.

Later that day Mike hooked-up with five of us at our meeting spot on the Wildwood boardwalk and right off I felt this extra closeness to him. I don't know...maybe it was because some things were cleared-up in my head during that Atlantic City trip. Or, more likely....it was because he'd been away for three weeks and just got back. Within a couple hours after picking him up yesterday he had me completely straightened out and smiling hard. Whatever the reason, it took all my will power not to run over to give him a hug and a kiss when I saw him.

Mike had obviously gone back to the house after work for his second shower of the day. Oh God, he looked so squeaky clean, cute and hot too... it was a physical thing for me just to look at him. Is it possible he got better looking and sexier during the three weeks he was in California? I bumped into him a number of times as we walked together on the boardwalk just to get a quick feel of his body. He'd look over at me with a smirk each time I accidentally-on-purpose bumped into him.

At one point he had us drift back behind the guys a half a block or so and he roughly pulled my head next to his so our foreheads touched and without caring if strangers saw us he kissed me on the lips and with a smile he quietly said, "I know what you're doing with all that clumsy bumping into me, Richie. You are so gay....god damn, your funny." It happened so fast I wasn't able to open my lips. I had such a boner as we hustled to catch up with the guys. They had paid no attention to us at all. They were circling around three girls who looked to be about our age. Two cute ones and one rolly poley one who was working hard at trying to be funny. Ugh!

Mike and me walked away and then leaned against the boardwalk railing while we shared a cigarette. That is so sexy, sharing a smoke. He was telling me about a fight at the farm and how one guy broke his finger during the fight. Sarcastically I said, " Sweet."

Mike told me he felt sick to his stomach when he heard the guy's finger snap.."You could actually hear it break, Richie... and the finger bent out from the side of his hand in an unbelievable angle." I had nothing to add to that. I looked out to the seemingly endless ocean....out to where the ocean and the horizon met..... and then I turned back to stare right into Mike's eyes. His look said, "What?"...... I said, "I dunno, except... I love you more than anything in the world, Mike." My eyes started to get that stinging feeling. Mike looked back at me as he dragged on our cigarette and he blew a smoke-ring in my face. He can blow the most perfect smoke-rings. He said, "Me too, Richie." He didn't look at me when he said that, but he'd said it alright. Then he added, " Come on, lets get one of those fresh squeezed OJs." And off we went with my feet almost touching the boardwalk.....

The rest of the day Mike was real nice to me and never even once tried to embarrass me in front of the guys. He told Kyle to knock it off when Kyle and me got into an argument over who owed who a cigarette. Mike stuck-up for me. Kyle said, "Fuck you guys, you're always dumping on me" and he stalked off down the boardwalk away from us. Ever since school got out he'd been having problems at home and he was bringing bad vibes with him where ever he went because of it. Initially I'd felt great that Mike stuck-up for me, but then when I saw Kyle walking away by himself with his head down I felt bad for him..

I looked over at Mike with a pained look on my face as I nodded toward the retreating Kyle. I know Mike so well...I can read him like a book. And why not....I've never studied anything as deeply as I've studied Mike Sullivan. I could tell he was pissed at himself for snapping at Kyle. Mike angrily flipped his cigarette butt over the boardwalk railing and hocked a lugie after it. We were all watching Mike to see what we should do.

He took in a deep breath, looked over at us all bunched together and said, "Shit...I shouldn't have yelled at him, alright? Come on, lets catch up to Kyle." We all started to turn around as Mike added, " He's been having it rough at home with his parents' nasty fucking divorce.... damn! I forgot about that.

We should be there for him...showing him we give a shit about him. He's our bud! God damn it...I didn't think before I yelled at him." We all followed Mike as he began to run through the crowds. It quickly turned into a big laugh-a-thon as we collided with the slow walkers and the ones with poor reflexes and , of course, most of the over-weight ones too as we knocked stuff out of their hands here and there....all in our effort to catch-up with our friend, Kyle...

It wasn't hard catching up to him because he was slowly dragging his sad ass home carrying a major 'pout' with him. We circled him and jostled him and sang happy birthday to him although it wasn't his birthday. We rubbed his buzzed head and told him he was our buddy and to stop pouting... We all offered him lit cigarettes and he ended up with two in his mouth and one between his fingers. We were all chanting "We're sorry, Kyle." Of course it was all done sort of sarcastically in pretend 'baby-talk' voices and with laughs so none of us would feel like a dork or a fairy or something.

The other people on the boardwalk were muttering negative comments about rude teenagers who monopolized the boardwalk so that normal people could hardly pass by. And, where were the boardwalk patrols and so on and so on. We enjoyed hearing them complaining about us. Joey's yelling..."Call the fucking police you dweebs... kids are singing Happy Birthday on the boardwalk. How horrible!!"

It didn't take long before Kyle was laughing with us and Mike ended-up walking with his arm around Kyle's shoulders whispering to him ahead of the group and I didn't even feel jealous. That tight little grin on Kyle's face that broke out into a big grin and then a laugh as he realized how much the guys liked him and cared about him. It was awesome. I felt wonderful that we helped make Kyle feel important and maybe he could forget his troubles while hanging out with us. Actually I had those teary eyes again for a moment there ....just realizing how important friends are and how much these guys mean to me.

Mike told me we were calling it a night around 9:30.....he was really beat. He'd been up since 4am today and yesterday he'd been up for twenty-two straight hours coming back from California. So, his second night back and all I got was a hug and a quick kiss goodnight. I lay there in bed with Mike's arms around me...... which was a good thing... even though he was fast asleep. I was facing away from him with my bare back up against his bare chest.... his breath blowing against the back of my neck. I had the hardest boner ever.

I wanted to stroke it but I didn't want to disturb Mike's sleep. Oh my God did my balls ache. Finally Mike rolled back away from me as he called out something in his sleep and I hopped out of bed. I wanked my cock right there, standing next to the bed....after a dozen tight, fast strokes I arched my back and hissed out a long stream of creamy spunk that landed in a line across the sleeping bag that's on the throw rug next to our bed. We have the sleeping bag there so it looks to the casual observer like we sleep in separate beds. That first long shot of cum was followed by shorter versions. I was panting and sweating from the effort of containing my squeal ......oh boy! what a fantastic Mike-induced climax.

Wow, after shooting off that load of spunk I felt real good and I crawled back in bed with a pleasant sigh on my lips. This time I got my arms around Mike and, being careful not to wake him, I pulled the sleeping body of the boy I loved up tight against me and smelled his Mike-smell .......along with all the boardwalk smells attached to him tonight. I hugged him to me and kissed the back of his head till I began to get another boner. Finally I must have fallen asleep.

Mike worked the next morning too, but he told me before he left that he wanted me here and not up on the boardwalk when he finished work. A few days ago my dad had asked me to paint the little front porch of ours and he'd given me $50 to do the job. This is a good opportunity to do it. Also it was a convenient excuse to tell the guys who called that I had to stay home and paint the porch for the old man. That was better than saying Mike won't let me out to play today. lol

Some days when Mike works I'll go to the boardwalk in the morning alone. I sit on a bench and watch the endless stream of tourist parading by. People-watching is fun. Of course I'm looking particularly for a certain type of people. The young male variety. Up until noon there is a separate lane on the boardwalk in each direction reserved for walkers, bicycles and joggers. Six lanes in all, plainly marked. In the jogger lane I watch for the pods of young teen boys jogging in unison. They're probably on a school sports team together in middle school and they're on vacation here at Wildwood, NJ with their respective families. The families are no fun.... so the boys search out and hook-up with buddies from their school.

Five or six boys across....they do synchronized jogging. Each boy's legs and arms moving together. I love to watch them. In any two hour period I can see ten or twelve different groups of the young teens doing their synchronized running. It's a young-teen thing... All different looking boys...long hair and real short hair, dark skin and light skin and that beautiful tan skin.....tough looking boys and cute looking ones too. Smiles on some faces and attempted tough looks on others.

They all look fresh starting out, but a half hour or so later when they're heading back-up the other way they're drenched in their own sweat. People hand them bottled water as they go by. I always bring a few 8-ounce bottles and pass them out to the cutest boys. Some of them give me mean looks and others give me that beautiful youthful teen-age boy's smile with shiny innocent eyes. Half of them have braces on their teeth. What a fun morning enjoying the coolest weather of the day along with the beautiful bright sunny skies ....and, of course, watching those boys go by.......they're beautiful too.

The boys in the pods have to concentrate so as not to breaks the rhythm. They always run without shirts....clothed only in skimpy running shorts. Strong, tight, hairless chests........ with the recently acquired sparse hair on their calves.... they strut their stuff. Oh my God the boners I get. I want to join in and run with them all. Those bright youthful faces. I think, "if I could just have one kiss on the lips from each of them"...ha ha, what a morning that would be. Then I think, "Ever since Mike turned-on my gay sex-drive it's a damn good thing I have him in my life to service that 'drive'...... or I'd probably jerk my dick right off my body thinking about these boys who are almost my age, but who I'll probably never meet. Those runners are so hot though...and so kewl too. Watching them is such a hoty treat.

But that's for other mornings. This morning I was painting a porch. The painting didn't take a hellava long time and I was done almost an hour before I heard the roar of Mike's motorbike flying down our street. And then there he was.... Mike rolled up on his bike around 1pm. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating a fried egg sandwich enjoying the little cooler temperature inside. Our window air conditioner was working over-time combating the latest heat wave.

There's a floor mat that Mike can step on to avoid the wet paint on the porch floor.

I heard his thud as he hopped onto that mat. Looking at the door with anticipation and then Mike comes bursting in all sweaty and looking hot...hot in every way possible. He brings a lot of energy and heat with him. I tried to say "Hi" but I gulped and coughed with the effort. He really takes my breath away.... a crumb from my sandwich had slipped into my windpipe. Mike smiled and shook his head slightly at my coughing fit....as if to say, Jesus Richie, it's always something with you. He squeezed the back of my neck and rubbed my head as he walked by me.

There was new sunburn on his nose and his tan face was shiny with perspiration. His blond hair was as long as I'd ever seen it as he hadn't been to the barbers since before his California trip. It was about three-quarters of an inch long and I could run my fingers through it and feel how soft his thick, blond hair would be if he let it grow. He'd taken off his tank top as soon as he walked in showing off his tight body. Mike has the most perfect looking nipples anyone could ever have. They looked like an artist painted them on his chest. His hairless chest was shiny with sweat and as perfect as his nipples. Mike has nice definition, but not like a body builders'. Looking at him always makes me want to lick him. I stared at Mike's face and hair and body while Mike stared at me staring at him. I didn't want to break the silence.

Finally Mike said, "Did I ever tell you that for a guy you're really cute?" I cocked my head to one side a little and half smiled at him in case it was a joke or something, but he just nodded his head with a small smirk and said, "I'm glad to be back, Richie. Make me one of those fried egg sandwiches, will ya? I'm taking a really fast shower. I'll be out by the time the sandwich is ready" Off he went to the bathroom. I still hadn't felt like saying anything.....

The eggs were fried and the toast popped up and I poured some ketchup and a little salt & pepper on it and as I was cutting the sandwich in half out came Mike. He was mostly dried off..... naked as the day he was born. He had this real playful smile on his face as he sat at the table and ate half his sandwich in three bites. I sat down across from him and drank a Snapple. It was kiwi-strawberry, Mike's favorite. He took the drink from my hand while staring into my eyes and drank half of it without swallowing ...he just let's it roll down his throat. He almost finished the other half of his sandwich, but held out the last bite for me to eat. I opened my mouth like I was in a trance and he pushed in the end of his sandwich.

I still hadn't spoken an actual word....just that gulping sound and the coughing when he first came in. I chewed the last bite of his sandwich as Mike finished the last drop of my Snapple. Then he wiped his mouth with a paper napkin, balled it up and tossed it towards the kitchen trash can....it bounced off the rim. Mike smiled and lit a cigarette. After a few puffs he gave it to me and I took a drag off it letting the smoke curl out of my nose....the filter tip was wet where Mike had purposely lipped it. Mike motioned with his index finger for me to ...'come here'. I think I actually was in a trance as I slowly walked the five steps to Mike and sat on his naked lap facing him. We stared into each others eyes...his were sparkling and alive with energy and mirth.

Mike took the cigarette from me and inhaled a big drag then blew it in my face. We squinted our eyes at each other as Mike snuffed out the cigarette in an ashtray.

His mouth was slightly open and he cupped the back of my head to pull my head down to his and our noses bumped just before our lips met and then our tongues.....we both had remnants of cigarette smoke drifting out of our mouths .. we kissed while gently embracing each others neck. The mutual taste of nicotine, kiwi-strawberry Snapple and fried egg mixed with our saliva......to say it was sexy doesn't do it justice. Our teeth scraped together and our mixed spit began to wet our lips, chins and cheeks. I moaned a quiet moan because my cock felt like it was ready to snap off in my shorts....

Mike put his hands under my thighs and I lifted up so he could undo my cargo shorts and pull them down along with my boxers. It was clumsy for a bit as I stepped out of my clothes, but I was quickly back on Mike's lap...this time naked from my waist down. Mike's cock standing there straight-up between us was so hard and long I grunted thinking about it up inside me .....My cock was there too. Hard as granite, the very tip of mine reached to where the head of Mike's cock began.

We kissed and our bodies moved against each other as Mike fingered my hole while, with his other arm he held me tight against his naked body. I said, "Please Mike...I'm going to cum....stop for a second." Mike sucked on my upper lip, then my tongue while he pushed his finger way up inside me and I blew spit into Mike's mouth as the squeal came out of my throat at the same time my cum shot up between us. It was all over my T shirt and Mike's bare chest and belly. I thought I'd blacked-out for a second because the intensity was so great, but everything was quickly back in focus.

Mike was breathing hard while he collected and then pushed my own cum in my hole. He lubed me with my cum and in less than a minute after I climaxed I was standing up a little so Mike could position his steel hard cock, shiny wet with his pre cum, at my hole. "Oh my God, Richie...Go ahead and sit down on it...go ahead Richie." Mike was blowing short puffs of air in my face with his eyes closed as I began my descent on that pole of his. It was tight and it hurt some, but I was shaking my head from side to side with the thrill of it all. When I was all the way down.....sitting flat on Mike's lap, we started with tentative kisses and worked our way up to full blown French kissing and sucking on each other's tongue and lips as we once more held each other tight.

Mike said "Oh Fuck" as he started humping his hips. When he was going in and out of my hole easily he said, "Go ahead Richie...fuck that boner" He could barely get the words out he was so turned-on by it all. I began to ride him, holding onto his shoulders with both my hands. His hands holding my waist....... Mike began making some of the sounds I'd been making earlier. It felt so good I wanted it to last forever.

Mike started stroking my cock after a minute or so as I got hard again.... I dipped my knees and then straightened up a bit and then dip down and straighten up. Biting my lower lip as my eyes got wet....it felt so good..

"Faster...do it faster Richie" And as soon as I picked-up the pace I felt the cum shoot up my hole and then run out of me almost as fast as it went in.....more creamy spunk was sent up to replace the drool. Mike moaned out a long sigh with his face all scrunched-up. He'd stopped stroking my cock when he was cuming so I grabbed it and stroked it to beat the band and I shot a little squirt on my hand. It wasn't much, felt good though...

We rested our head on each others shoulder with the sides of our faces touching for five minutes or so....coming down.......with Mike still up inside me. That felt good too...it's that filled-up feeling that you either love or you don't. I do. Mike rubbed up the back of my head and said, "Richie, that was special...just like we did it in my head all day long.

But, fuck.. am I ever tired. I got to catch up on some sleep. I want you to lay down with me while I get a couple hours of sleep before we hit the boardwalk." I said, "Sure thing, Mike."

I took off my sticky T shirt and wiped my ass with some tissues while Mike cleaned his penis, belly and chest with a warm, wet wash clothe. We got under the sheet naked and Mike wrapped his arms around me. There was a little bit of rustling around and then we were cozy, cozy, cozy. Mike was doing his almost inaudible snore in less than two minutes. I loved being there with him and I rubbed my nose against his neck to better enjoy his special smell. Next thing I was aware of... around 6pm, I heard my dad come in the front door from work. I couldn't believe I'd slept that long. Mike was still sleeping soundly. I got out of bed and put some clothes on.

My old man was in an especially good mood because Mike's mom and my dad had a nice reunion last night.

But also...today at the casino a high-roller had been winning big at my dad's blackjack table and when the guy left he flipped my dad a $500 chip as a tip. Dad said the guy had won a lot, but that he was drunk too which may have contributed to the size of the tip. Dad was sure the drunk thought he'd flipped him a $100 chip....jeez, ya gotta love the drunks.

Dad wanted to know if Mike and I cared to join him and Mrs Sullivan for dinner in a fancy, expensive restaurant. I begged off and dad said he understood. "You two hot shits will have more fun with your friends... right? You guys don't need to hang-out with your old parents. It's OK. Mike's mom and me were saying just last night what great kids you two are. We're both proud of you guys and we hope you know that. We both hope you also know that we'll support any important decisions you guys make..... no matter what. We'll be there for you....We care about you." When dad was done with his nice speech he gave me two $50 bills and said for me to treat Mike to a nice dinner wherever Mike and I wanted to go.

Without thinking about it I hugged him and told him thanks a million. Dad looked a bit uncomfortable with the hug because he and I never use to be real big on hugging.....to say the least. He has changed so much from the first day I moved in with him. Actually it's hard to believe either one of us is the same person we were back then. I got a coke and watched a little ESPN while Mike slept and my dad showered and got ready to go out. For a moment I wondered about that "we'll support you in your decisions" comment, but I was feeling too nice to linger on it.

It's so wonderful just to be able to relax. I was so use to my normal nervous state that the times I could feel real relaxed stand out for me. I guess it's easy for a lot of guys to take relaxation for granted, but I'd known tensions and worries about getting smacks in my face that my dad use to give me and worries about if I was ever going to make friends here and worries about if Mike is still going to like me tomorrow and such .... now it was turning into such a sweet life for me. The changes started the day I met Mike.

From his bedroom I could hear my dad humming some song... badly out of tune, but it made me feel good for him and I had to smile to myself. I'd never see him acting happy in the old days and now it's a routine thing. Him and Mike's mom really had a good time together. Mike and me agree that we do not want to know what those two might do together that pleases them so much. We simply do not want to go there. "Yuck" we both say in unison.. On his way out to pick-up Mrs Sullivan dad lightly rapped his knuckles on my head and said, "That's some hairdo you got there kiddo and those ear rings are something else all-together, but what the hell.....it's not hurting anything. Jesus, kids today. Well, be true to yourself and enjoy being young, Richie. Youth don't last long I'm afraid." And he was out for the evening.

I wandered back to the bedroom and climbed back in bed with Mike. He looked like he was 14 years old. I did my usual deep staring trying to memorize every individual atom that went into making Mike who he is. Looking at his lips that I've kissed so often made me think..... how would they feel around my swollen boner? What would it feel like to have my cock slippery wet with Mike's spit? I loved sucking his cock...would he ever suck mine? I was looking at the ceiling contemplating this hot subject while playing with my stiffening cock. "Having fun?" Mike said. I turned my head and he was giving me his cutest smirk. I had to bark out a laugh. "You caught me again, Mike. It's really amazing that you catch me playing with myself so often because I hardly ever do it."

We joked about me being hopelessly gay..... we'd just had some wild sex five hours ago or so and here I am playing with myself already. Mike was saying how I had only one thing on my mind and how exhausting it was for him to try satisfying my insatiable appetite for gay sex. I said it must be a real burden for him, but that Mike was such a marvelous actor that he made it seem as though he too could never get enough. He called me a pervert and we enjoyed just being there together as we pretended to insult each other. When we were both quiet for a while I said, "Mike, will you show me what it feels like to have you suck on my tiny, insignificant and lonely, little pecker? Just once. Please."

Mike immediately said, "Are you kidding me, Richie?" I couldn't place his tone of voice....it didn't seem angry at all so I said, "No Mike, it's something I've wondered about for a long time." Mike said he'd never blown anyone...that he always thought the girls and guys who blew him did it because they enjoyed it. He didn't think he'd enjoy doing it though. Mike considered it for a minute and said the truth is he'd actually never even given it any thought before this.

"Christ Richie, I didn't think you were interested in that because you've never brought it up. I'll need to think about this. But then, what the hell, what's to think about.....why not. Ok Richie I'll try sucking on that cute dick of yours. Did you have any special time or place in mind?" My heart was pounding and now I wasn't sure if this felt right. But damn I wanted his mouth on my dick. What's wrong with that? I said, "Well shit, Mike. Hows about right now, dude." Mike said, "Don't call me dude, Richie. Let's do this as a 69er for my trial run. What do you say, Richie?"

I put my face right up close to his in a comical manner and searched for smirks or put-downs or mocks, but none appeared. Mike said, "Let's do it, dude." I thought... OK, no more talking........ just scoot down and get Mike's cock in your mouth and see what happens.

What happened was Mike took my cock and jerked on it a few times and then I felt his tongue as he licked it tentatively. Another tentative lick on my cock head with me barely stroking Mike's cock. Mike began repeated licks across the head of my cock which quickly turned my cock into a very tight boner. I thought to myself...'concentrate on the sensation...don't miss anything'. Mike was doing very nicely with big fat tongue licks combined with lots of saliva. I went, "Umph...aggg" My toes began to curl.

Then my cock was in a very warm juicy place and I had shivers all up and down my spine....I followed-up the shivers with a body spasm and more strange noises from my throat. Mike chuckled around my pulsating boner. He had his tongue covering his bottom teeth and he was sliding my cock in and out of his mouth over that fat wet soft pink tongue. Soon I was sure I'd be shooting a waterfall size load, but just like that Mike stopped with the sliding cock routine and used his top teeth to scrape down the shaft of my boner and I didn't know what I was feeling by then. Brand new sensations. My body was almost as stiff as my boner.

He actual did a light bite on the head of my cock as I made a weird squawking noise and I heard him laugh again before he pushed my cock back in his mouth and this time he sucked it and licked it until I shot off a fantastic climax. I bucked so hard my boner was pulled out of Mike's mouth so I grabbed hold of it and stroked my saliva-soaked cock pulling up every drop of creamy white cum that my nuts could manufacture. I was making a weird "eeeeeeeeee" sound but it was a hell of a feeling. Mike laughed a little more and then said he hoped I enjoyed his maiden blow-job. I said, "Maiden? that don't sound like a guy word...."

He said, "OK, fuck you .....there will be no more blow jobs if you don't watch that fresh mouth of yours..."

I smiled up at him big time and said, "I'm sorry Maiden. Please don't be mad" as I continued to pull my pud...it was feeling real different, but very nice.

Mike said, "Maiden, my ass....Hey, I hate to have to tell you, but you don't know shit about 69ing, do ya Richie?" I was catching my breath and shaking my head to try and clear my brain. I said, "What..? That blow job was awesome...what do you mean?" Mike said, "Well, one of the important things about 69ing.... both guys, at the same fucking time suck each other's cock." I looked confused for a second, but than realized I had been so over come with sensations of Mike licking and sucking my cock that I never once even tasted his.

We both laughed as I realized that while I'd started off holding Mike's cock, that's as far as I'd gotten because once Mike licked my boner I let go of his dick and just held onto his thighs with both my hands with my cheek pressed against them while I enjoyed that thrilling ride.... Awesome indeed. It was much different then that time Tom Brown blew me. His blow-job was very tame compared to Mike's and obviously knowing Mike was the one sucking my cock was a lot more of a turn-on than knowing Tom Brown was sucking it. No comparison there at all.

I went on and on about what a fantastic blow-job that was and did I ever love it. Mike insisted it was the first one he'd ever given. Naturally I wanted to know what he thought about it all and he said he wasn't sure. He said he was sure that I was the only person he'd ever do it for and that he'd certainly consider doing it again "If you're a good boy, Richie.". I said, "Thanks, Mike. With practice I can envision you getting good at this. Now, the next step is to find what lube you prefer for your hole so I can begin fucking you on a regular schedule. Do you want to try the same lube I use?" "You are such an asshole, Richie, and you are way out of your league with talk like that. Way ahead of yourself."

He had chuckled when he said that, but I got the under current that he meant what he said. I don't think my boner will be testing those waters any time soon. Be that as it may, I was still pleased that Mike got his message over without slapping the back of my head like he usually did. Mike started pointing at his dick which had not been serviced yet....I grabbed it and stuck it in my mouth mumbling "Yum yum" and I did a damn good job of sucking him off too. Mike even said so. I also did not lose my mind and act stupid by telling Mike that he was now my own personal cock-sucker. I couldn't pull that off like Mike can, but I was so proud of myself for finally speaking up and actually asking Mike to suck my cock. And, I was proud of the way Mike handled himself too.

Around 8pm we headed out to see what the boardwalk had in store for us that night. It wasn't anything special as it turned out. Mike was just the same as he was before the blow-job....I couldn't detect the slightest change in him although I scrutinized him even more than I usually do. We spent some time with four of the guys, but then we all split up early. Mike and me made our way over in front of the boardwalk railing on the beach side.....we sat on a bench there, each of us eating a slice of pizza. We were quiet just watching the human side-show passing in front of us. Then I heard Mike say "Oh Jesus... what the..?" Almost at once I caught a whiff of the odoriferous winds emanating from a large black woman who had stopped right in front of us with her backside toward us. We could hear her say to her little daughter as the woman's skirt puffed-out a bit, "Mommy's not feeling too great, Honey. I'm going to have to get back to the motel quickly." Off they walked with the little girl saying, "Was it those chili hot dogs Mommy?"

Mike and me looked at each other and then got up together and dumped the rest of our pizza slices in a large trash can near the steps that led to the beach. "That was fucking delightful" Mike said and I said, "Sure thing, Mike!" as Mike motioned us toward the steps. We both shook our heads and laughed as we headed down the steps to the beach.....Mike said, "Must have been a large pile of chilie dogs to cause that much bad wind .......I'm surprised her skirt didn't burst into flames." Mike and me had a great laugh over that incident....we kept exaggerating the situation and we laughed harder and longer than we probably should have.

The afternoon nap had revitalized Mike and me so we're staying out late tonight. Walking on the beach at midnight.... down near the water. It was almost chilly with a fairly strong breeze. Mike said, "Come over here Richie" and when I got real close he did his arm across my shoulder thing.... it always starts with an initial hug of my neck pulling me into him and sometimes he'll kiss the side of my head.... then we walk real close together with his arm across my shoulders or he'll lets his arm hang around my neck. I love it. After walking a little bit this night I put my arm around Mike's waist and he let me leave it there. Our bodies rubbed against one another as we silently walked on the hard packed sand each of us carrying our sandals in our free hand.

The moon was bright and full, but when it went behind an occasional cloud it was dark and we watched carefully where we stepped so we didn't cut our feet on a broken clam shell. It was a nice sweet feeling being alone with Mike like that. In the entire world there wasn't a single person or a single place I would rather be than right there with Mike.

We walked for twenty minutes ...without either of us saying a word. I feel awkward when the silence gets 'deafening' being alone with anybody but Mike. With him I feel perfectly comfortable with silence. I squeezed Mike's waist from time to time as my feelings for him over-flowed with my love for him. I wanted to go into a long dissertation about how much he meant to me and how deeply I loved him, but I knew Mike too well to do that. It would make him feel uncomfortable and that's not good. Mike turned us around to head way back up the beach to the spot on the boardwalk were Mike's motorbike was chained down below on the street. Mike said, "What would you call the two of us, Richie?"

This was a question fraught with danger. I thought carefully and said, "The two best buds the world has ever seen." He said, "Yes, that's it." We walked some more and Mike said, "Remember when I told you about my addictive personality and how I felt I was addicted to you?" I nodded my head and said, "Sure thing, Mike". Mike said, "I still am." That was it for our conversation till we got back to the bike. Mike unlocked the chain and said," I feel really good about things Richie and I think you've got a lot to do with that. Thanks." I said, "Sure thing, Mike. You too."

We rode home and did the best 69 that the world has ever seen. Another world record established by us. I spunked into Mike's mouth first, but he followed with spunk of his own....some in my mouth and some shot right in my eye. I scrambled around up and out from under the sheet to swap cum with Mike as he laid back on his pillow. What a hot make-out we had. After a while we were both gasping for breath and we took a break. Mike says, " Oh my God, you're hot. Pass me a cigarette, Richie. We shared that smoke too with our little ashtray resting on Mike's bare belly.

When we finished our smoke Mike said, Jesus Richie, I've been thinking. Are we sex deviates or something!

Ya think we should seek professional help?" I said, "Sure thing, Mike." He looked over and smiled while shaking his head a little before saying, "Sure thing, Mike.......I think I may have heard that a few thousand times this past year. Haven't I?" I said, "Sure thing, Mike". We must have fallen asleep shortly after that.....

The rest of the week we went back to our normal sexual activities for the most part, but there were periods where we'd do the 69ing three days in a row too. Mike was unpredictable....I was happy about either way.....69ing or fucking because I liked the feel of Mike's lips on my boner and I really did get off the hottest from Mike fucking me in any one of the half dozen favorite positions we had. Too hot for words.

Mike didn't get a call for work until Friday which was good for me because I loved hanging-out with him. I did have to deal with Tiny Dick at noon on Friday though so with Mike off working on the farm it simplified things. I'd told Tiny Dick I'd be there and so I'll be there. But what Tiny doesn't know is that I'm going there just to tell him face to face that there isn't going to be anything happening between him and me today.... or in the future either. It's a bitch of a 45 minute walk to Tiny's aunt's place. I'd called Tiny's house trying to catch him for a ride over, but I missed him by two minutes...God Damn-it! Now I've got to walk and it's hot, hot, hot.

I looked for one of the guys all along the way to hitch a ride with, but no luck.... I had to walk the whole way. I was dripping wet with perspiration when I got there. By the sound of the "splash" I heard, Tiny had just jumped into the cool pool. I walked around the tall hedges that hide the pool from the street and up to the chain link fence that surrounds the pool. There was Tiny with his tiny dick. He had his eyes closed floating naked on his back unaware I was looking at him. He'd kick his feet a little and float with the help of a blown-up plastic dolphin. His hands behind his head resting on the toy dolphin.

As Tiny's body moved... so moved his three inch skinny dick. It bounced from one side of his little nuts to the other. How the hell did he get that little thing to grow into whatever he used to fuck me with a few weeks ago? That is one for the Guinness Book of World Records too. The bulb on the end..the head of his little cock... looked in proportion to the rest of it, but when it got hard the head swelled up much bigger than the shaft and really had given my hole a nice workout. It was plenty big enough to feel very nice. His cock could swell to almost four inches long when really, really hard.

It's impossible not to stare at that penis....it looks like it belongs on a ten year old. The fact that Tiny was so blase about it was amazing. I can't imagine the stigma that thing would give me if it were mine, god forbid. I thought back to that day a few weeks back when Tiny controlled me with that dominating personality of his...that unbelievable self confidence he has. I was getting a bonner thinking about it. He fucked me twice and jerked me off three times.....and he was plenty rough about it too. The nut squeezing he did to me made me shudder to think about. That little guy with the hot body and the cute smile and the cute personality could be a dominant terror when he put his mind to it.

I called out, "Hey, that's a big clitoris you got hanging out your pussy, Sweety!. But, where's your tits?" "Jesus, Richie....you're fucking hilarious!... and so original too..... Stop, please...I'm laughing so hard I'll drown." Tiny was in his good boy mode at the moment because his weak retort was presented with one of Tiny's famous smiles that just made you smile back at him. His face wasn't exactly the cutest, but his whole sweet act was cute.

That is, his normal, everyday personality. Not the dominant personality......very few smiles with the dominant one. I said, "Hi, Tucker. Sorry to be late, but I had to walk the whole fucking way."

Tiny got out of the pool and while putting a towel around his waist he said, "It's great to see you Richie. Thanks for coming. You're a class act, you keep your word." I walked around the chain link fence to the gate and said, "Yeah Tucker, I'm like Tom Higgenson" and I sang, "My word is gooood". " Tiny says "Who?" I told him Tom Higgenson sings lead fot the Plain White Ts and a lyric in the song "Hey There Delilah" is "My word is gooood." Tiny said, "Whatever" as he handed me a bottle of ice cold beer.

I was so hot and thirsty it almost tasted good. I haven't developed a taste for beer yet. I'd much rather have a coke or a Snapple or a fresh squeezed lemonade or orange juice. One makes do though so I drank the beer, but I had to first fire-up a cigarette to help kill the beer after-taste. Booze was easier to handle with a cigarette.

Tiny said he was all rev-ed up and excited about our up-coming sub/dom role-playing. He was like a little kid going to his first baseball game or something. I began to feel bad for him. Tiny was saying that he'd thought up a couple of new dominant moves that I should really get my rocks off on. He's been practicing on Tony. "You're going to love em Richie. I had the best time with you a few weeks ago...that really rocked! We just fit together so perfectly it was awesome and I already told you....you're the best submissive ever! You're great." I'd just finished my beer and put the empty bottle with my cigarette butt in it on the little table next to the pool when Tiny came right up to me and grabbed my balls. "Now let's get those clothes off...right now." His voice and demeanor had changed just like that. My cock was firming up as he squeezed it....that hypnotic voice.

Jesus! I had to take in a big breath. How did he change just like that? He squeezed a little harder and said, "You better have a clean hole today, boy. I let that slide last time, but you'll pay if it isn't clean today." I was going to say something as soon as he stopped talking. My cock was very hard as Tiny began stroking it from outside my cargo shorts just like Mike had done so long ago. " Jeez, don't do that Tiny." was all I could squeeze out of my throat.

Tiny said, "Don't talk unless I ask you a question" and using his grip on my crotch he pulled me closer to him. I stumbled into him with a grunt of pain and he put his other hand down the back of my shorts and wiggled his finger in my hole. "Don't" I said, ..."stop a second. I gotta say...." Tiny began to finger fuck me and with the pressure he was putting on my balls I was gasping for air and couldn't talk as I was going up on my toes.

I couldn't get a word out. My hands were holding onto Tiny's shoulders to keep my balance. I took my right hand off his shoulder and made a fist .....our faces were very close with Tiny looking down at my crotch and breathing hard ....his breath smelled like beer. Being so close I could only get my fist about eighteen inches away from his face. I aimed for his nose and with all the force I could muster from eighteen inches away I punched Tiny in the face with as hard a jab as I could manage. He noticed some motion at the last second and moved his head up a fraction so instead of hitting his nose I split his lower lip open about a half inch. It was a pretty hard snap-punch with my knuckles mashing Tiny's lower lip against his bottom teeth.. Blood spurted out from the split lip and Tiny said, "aaaggghhh".

He immediately pulled his hand out of my ass and let go of my balls. Both his hands went to his injured lip. He held the finger that had been up my hole away from his face. Blood was dripping off his chin. "What the fuck is wrong with you Richie. What an asshole! Look at this blood, you prick." I took a step back....I don't know how I felt .....it was strange. Tiny looked at his bloody hand and without warning did a swift, hard upper cut punch to my stomach right under my rib cage into my solar plexus.

I went ooph! and bending at my waist I held my stomach with both hands as he swung a round house punch that connected with my ear and bells were clanging somewhere. I backed up making him miss with two more round house punches that he'd aimed at my head.

I said, "Fuck this" and I started throwing punches wildly. We were both throwing a flurry of punches without the slightest boxing technique.... just wild flailing. Lots of punches connected on both our faces. It's unbelievable how quickly I got tired from throwing those punches. My arms started to feel so heavy and my punches moved much slower that they had at first. Never-the-less, I felt I was winning the boxing match because I was punching from about five inches above Tiny Dick. He must have come to the same conclusion because he stopped punching and dived for my legs and down we both went...me still swinging my fists, but now I was mostly hitting his back.

Tiny's towel came loose and he was naked as he got me in some kind of wrestling hold. Mike and I wrestled a lot in our early days and Mike had shown me a few moves and holds.... both defensive and offensive. It was hard to remember them though as Tiny and me rolled around on the grass that surrounds the pool. No words were spoken... just desperate action to try and kill each other. I'd never felt such rage. My face was pushed in the grass and my teeth had dirt and grass in them when I reversed positions and I got Tiny on the bottom with me trying to get his legs in one of the wrestling holds I'd learned from Mike. It wasn't easy keeping hold of Tiny because he's small with a strong tight wirey body and he was soaking wet from the pool and from our sweat. He was slippery as an eel.

Without intending to, just from our rough jostling around, his elbow connected hard with the bridge of my nose. You could heard a crack and blood flowed out both my nostrils. I saw black before my eyes and I thought I was going to pass out. Tiny was startled and hesitated for a few seconds looking at all the blood. That gave me just enough time to clear my head and I was able to flip Tiny over. When he landed on his back his head cracked on the flag-stone walk around the pool. Tiny said, "No..wait, don't. My head." There was a little blood near the back of his head so I was scared that something serious happened. We both stopped fighting. My heart was pounding and my chest was heaving. Blood all over both of us from my nose and his lip and who knows what else.

I sat back on the stone walk with my hands behind me supporting me and catching my breath. "Are you OK?" I asked. Tiny said, "How the fuck should I know. I got the world's worse headache and I saw stars when you cracked my head on this stone walk". He was pissed, but a lot of the aggressiveness had been knocked out of him for the moment. I got my breath back and on my hands and knees I went over to help Tiny sit up. I checked the back of his head. A big lump was obvious already, but no blood. He had landed in blood that had dripped from one of us. I told Tiny he was find and then I put my head back and tried to stop my nose from bleeding using the pool towel that Tiny had had wrapped around him earlier.

Tiny finally staggered to his feet and angrily said, "Ya know what, ya cunt. Why don't you get the fuck out of here! Get going before I kick your ass some more. Go on, get lost you pussy." I thought about starting the fight again, but I was having trouble stopping the bleeding from my nose. When I managed to get up and start walking I dropped his towel and took off my T shirt to use for my bloody nose. I said in a

voice that people have when they hold their nostrils together with their fingers, "You are one sick mother fucker, Tiny. You need some serious professional help with that split personality shit you put out. Just stay the fuck away from me..... and... and, I'm telling Tony to stay the fuck away from you too.... you psycho homo."

Tiny was walking toward the kitchen door dragging that towel with all my blood on it behind him. He looked back and screamed, "Get the fuck out of here you queer girly boy. Run to Mike. And you don't tell Tony to do shit. I tell Tony what the fuck to do. Get out!" He was enraged like I couldn't believe. I thought of a clever retort so I screamed it right back at him, "Fuck you!" That will show him. I was dizzy and unbelievably thirsty and I had a 45 minute walk in front of me with no shirt in 90 degree heat. I was drenched in blood too ....Swell...

After ten minutes of walking I had to sit down on the curb by the side of the road. The smell of the over-heated black top road was nauseating as my nose throbbed with pain. Then that unmistakable feeling came over me, sweat broke out on my forehead and I leaned over and vomited in the gutter. All the beer plus some stomach bile. It was gruesome. I had to get something to drink. I was a total mess, but the hell with it, I needed a quart of bottled water. I walked toward a grocery store as I reached for my wallet, but of course the wallet wasn't there. It had fallen out of the back pocket of my cargo shorts during the fight. I yelled "Fuck!' real loud and some old-sounding person behind a fence said, "Watch your language." The temptation to answer that unseen voice was great, but I figured I did not need anymore trouble at the moment.

I walked for another five minutes feeling very hot and sick and hurt...my body and face hurt in many places. Tiny pulled up in his car, rolled down his window and said, "We gotta talk, Richie. Come on, get in. I've got the air conditioner going full blast. Here, I got some water for ya and I found your wallet too." I stood there looking at him for a full minute and then I walked around and got in the passenger door. The seat was covered with a beach towel. He handed me a bottled water and I drained it in one long drink...gulp after gulp after gulp. It was the best tasting water I'd ever had. The coolness of the air-conditioned car interior was refreshing and I felt a lot better in minutes.

We did not talk. Tiny just drove toward my house. My nose had stopped bleeding, but it was stopped-up with coagulated blood and I was very uncomfortable breathing only through my mouth....aches and pains all over. Tiny drove with one hand and held a plastic sandwich bag filled with ice on the large lump at the back of his head with the other hand. His split lip was held together with a strip of while adhesive tape.

It was badly swollen and his left eye was puffy and tender looking. He had three other scrapes/cuts on his face and he looked like he'd been in a fight. God only knows what I looked like, but surely no better than Tiny.

Tiny pulled up to the curb opposite my house and said, "Will ya wait a second Richie. I didn't mean to call you all those names. I like you, but you sucker punched me and that made me lose my cool entirely. I've got a bad temper. I'm sorry the fight got so out of control.... even though you started it. What I'd like to know is why you sucker punched me in the first place?"

I took a deep breath and said that if he had no clue why I hit him it was probably going to take too long of a conversation to deal with right here and now. I said that it had to do with him thinking he could do whatever the hell he felt like doing to me even when I said "No" "Wait a second" and so forth. He countered with, "but that's what we did last time". I admitted I gave off the wrong signals then, but I'd come over today to straighten it out ....."You wouldn't give me a chance to explain myself, Tiny. You just bullied your way along and I'm sick of being pushed around by everybody. I guess I can see your point too so I'll say I'm sorry it happened. Can we leave it at that and try to move on?"

We talked a little more and we agreed when discussing this with the guys to keep the reason for the fight vague. You know, we just started wrestling around and things got out of hand. We're both sorry about it, but shit happens. We're still buds... we're putting the fight behind us and moving on. That was our story, but I knew Tiny and me would never be close buds again. And also, he knew not to try any of his dominance shit on me again. We understood each other I guess you could say. I promised not to try to turn Tony against him and he promised to keep our experiences to himself. That is the best either of us could hope would come out of this shit storm of ours.

I went in and took a long bath. When the water started running cool I got out and after drying off I lay down on our bed. I was very sore all over. I'd used a warm, wet wash clothe drippings in my nostrils little by little to soften the blood clots in my nostril and eventually I cleared them out. They bled a little bit more after that, but didn't clog up again. Thinking back I guess that Tiny deserves credit for swallowing his pride to come pick me up and say he was sorry. I respect him for that, but he kicked my ass and it's hard to have fond feelings for someone causing all this discomfort. I knew he was hurting as much as I was, but somehow I didn't really care too much about that. I worried that I should care about how Tiny was feeling....but he'd pissed me off and I hoped he felt as bad as I do......or, maybe a tiny bit worse. Guess I use to be a nicer kid than I am now. I fell asleep with a frown on my face.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Mike had shaken me awake and asked that question as soon as he got back from the tomato farm. As soon as I opened my eyes......oh my God did I have aches and pains now. I had a wild headache in the center of my face and forehead... obviously from the cracked nose. I got dizzy sitting up in bed to answer Mike. I said, "Oh, hi Mike. I kicked Tiny Dick's ass and I guess he got in a couple of lucky licks." Mike had an intense, serious look on his face as he said, "Don't fuck around with me, Richie. Who did this to you? I'm going to kick the shit out of whoever it was. Now, who was it?" His face was dark red and a vein pulsed in his neck...a tic in his eye. The threat of violence reverberated in each of Mike's words .... his overall demeanor scared me. I tried to calm him down with that generic story Tiny and me had come up with. No more joking around because I knew instinctively to knock off the jokes with Mike in this frame of mind.

"Really, Mike...we started out just goofing around and I accidentally split his lip and one thing led to another. It was really my fault, Mike. Don't do anything, please." He sat next to me on the bed and I could see him trying to calm himself down. His temper has gotten him in trouble over the years and his brother Danny's temper was legendary in Wildwood. Do not fuck with a Sullivan was the word out there. Jesus, I don't ever want to have Mike that pissed-off at me. It was frightening.

The normal color returned slowly to Mike's face and he softened his features some. He held the back of my neck and closed his eyes. He bit his lower lip, opened his eyes and said, "OK, Richie. I'll take you at your word. When I came in here and saw your face....well, red flashes of color blinded my vision and I wanted to hurt somebody bad. If you say it was both your faults, we'll let it go at that....for now. OK? Come here." And he hugged the side of my head against his chest. I could feel his heart beating strong and fast. He was still angry, but getting himself under control.

When I was up and limping around Mike suggested we go see a movie instead of walking the boards. I tried to seem up-beat about it, but he could tell I was hurting too much for even a movie so we stayed in and watched the Phillies lose another baseball game on TV. I fell asleep with my head on his lap before the last out. Getting beat-up makes you tired. Next thing I knew I was waking up in our bed with the morning sunshine in my eyes.

Mike was in the sleeping bag on the floor. When he woke up he said he'd helped me to bed last night, but I'd really just been walking in my sleep. I don't remember a thing about it. He slept in the sleeping bag because he was afraid he'd roll over and hit my nose. My nose was very swollen and tender and I had two black eyes. Mike had calmed completely down by morning and he stared at my face and said, "You look tough, Richie." I said, "Sure thing, Mike".

This Saturday my old man wasn't on duty at the casino . He staggered into the kitchen from his bedroom and was asking for his coffee, breakfast roll and cigarettes. Mike said he'd go get it all and that made my dad look up and that's when he noticed my face. He thought I'd been in a car accident. Mike shook his head at my dad and said, "He'll tell you his story while I'm getting our stuff. I don't know what to believe." Mike took off and I told dad the cover story that Tiny and I were sticking to. My dad said,

" Jesus, Richie...how big is this kid, Tiny? He really did a number on ya." Dad was pouring a glass of orange juice to take his blood pressure pill with. I said, "You wouldn't believe his size dad...you just wouldn't believe it." We left it at that. Mike came back with coffee and donuts for all three of us. Maybe I should get beat-up more often.... Mike was being wicked sweet as my gofer!

On Sunday my dad, Mrs Sullivan, Mike and me took a day trip to Philadelphia. We did the sight seeing routine including the Duck tour that traveled the streets of Philadelphia on wheels and then the vehicle left the road and went right into the Delaware River. It was Mrs Sullivan's idea of a family outing. Mike wasn't thrilled with sight seeing in the first place and was getting testier by the minute. Water splashing up on us from the dirty Delaware river did nothing to calm the situation.

Neither did the two boys sitting directly behind us who kept talking loudly right in the middle of the tour guides speeches. The boys were twins ....about twelve years old with long hair like the Beatles had in the sixties. Both of them looked like Ringo Star.

Not good. Their parents were sitting behind them letting the boys do as they pleased. Mike kept looking over at me and making annoyed faces. I frowned back at Mike as I wondered why the kids parents wouldn't correct their boys' behavior.

The boys were annoying everyone. We could hear the murmuring about them from various spots on the duck tour, but still the parents did nothing. The two over-active boys kept bumping into the back of the seat Mike and me shared. After a while Mike said "Fuck, man" and he turned around to look over the back of our seat to tell the boys, "If you two nitwits don't shut up and stop banging into the back of our seat, I will tie a knot in your little peckers." Mike can put on a scary face and voice. After his ultimatum he stared at the twin boys and then at the parents behind the boys. I was curious about the parent's reaction so I took a peek around the side of my aisle seat and saw that both parents were busy looking out the window. Mike waited a beat and then said, "Thank you so much." That was the last we heard from those kids.

I looked over at my dad and he winked at me. Mrs Sullivan had this proud look on her face and Mike went back to reading the tour brochure. Later on, after the tour, we had a really good lobster-tail dinner on the water-front and Mike and I had a glass of white wine with dinner.... which was ghastly. The wine was my dad's idea of a treat. Our parents stayed at the table after dinner for coffee and brandy. Mike and I went outside for cigarettes. It was a nice day... all in all. My face was healing quickly and I was hoping for some sex tonight. Last two nights Mike was afraid of bumping my nose which had been very tender. It was coming along today and I was missing the feel of Mike.

I said, "How about a little sexy fun tonight, Mike." He said, "Sure thing, Richie."

During the next few days I healed and things returned to normal...more or less. Tiny and I pretended to be fine, but there was definitely a coolness between us and not in a "kewl" way either. We mostly stayed apart. Mike and me had a couple of fun 69s and he said he was starting to like my little dick....that it taste like something, but he couldn't think of what. I said, "Sure thing, Mike." It felt so good to get sucked off that way. Mike was semi getting into it and I almost felt as though we were in a contest at times. I know I tried to suck him as fast and with as much suction and energy as Mike was giving my boner. Mike was always saying he liked my "little dick" or my "little pecker" but I was just about the same size as most kids...about five and a half inches. Mike's dick was at least an inch longer than mine and it was like everything else on him...perfect. Really yummy looking and tasty. Really! Better than a lollipop...

We were having the best time ever. I could just sense Mike loosening up and letting himself be more open with me. He wasn't evaluating everything I said or did to see if I was disrespecting him in some way. He gave me compliments and would say in a joking way, "God damn I love you, Richie". He'd say that when I did him a favor like get up to get him a Snapple or ride his motorbike to get him a pack of cigarettes. I loved to hear him use the word "love" and "Richie" in the same sentence. I liked going to Manny's barbershop with him, or going for our long rides through the countryside without another person in sight.... just Mike and me on his bike... I loved walking together on the boardwalk when Mike leans over to say something only I can hear, the smell of him and the sexy times...oh my God the sexy times. I loved my life with a passion and Mike was the reason for almost all of it.

Mac came back from vacation that week and his first day back he invited three of the guys to go water-skiing the next day at his uncle's place in the bay at Ocean City. He asked Mike of course, and Kyle and Joey. I just took a drag on my cigarette and looked out at the ocean. Mac was jealous of my closeness to Mike and he had been for months....he'd never invite me. Tiny, Tony and Dennis are all saying, "Hey, what the fuck? Why can't we all go and take turns in the fucking boat. We know how to water ski." I said nothing...fuck him! I just pouted. Mac said that his uncle only wanted four of them over at a time and that included himself. "Maybe you guys can come next time....if you're lucky, suckers!"

Mac said that all the guys had to be here at this spot 9am sharp tomorrow morning. He told the guys what they needed to bring... Mac was being a real 'big-shot', take-charge guy. I turned around wondering how Mike was reacting to all this. He'd been strangely quiet. He had a look on his face that said, "Are you shitting me?" Nobody else could read it, but me. I waited knowing that Mike wasn't buying Mac's act one bit.. In less than a minute Mike simply said, "No, Mac. I'm not going to do that. Come on Richie." This burst Mac's bubble of exclusivity as I heard Kyle immediately say, "Yeah, I don't know if I can make it either, Mac." If Mike wasn't going the other guys weren't sure if they wanted to go.....

They were all looking at each other as I followed Mike off the boardwalk. We jumped on Mike's motorbike and roared off. Before the take-off I heard Mike say to himself, "Shove your Uncle and his boat up your ass, Mac". I laughed out loud. I hadn't spent the two $50 bills my dad had given me for Mike and me to have a fancy dinner with so I suggested we rent a motor boat with the money and take the rest of the guys water skiing with us. That's what we did. I almost drowned learning how to water-ski, but once I learned ....what a rush. It was a blast. Mike had a couple of for-real laughing jags at the trouble I had getting my skinny ass up out of the water at take off. Jeez, it was fun. We even brought Tiny with us.

We had fun times day after day. Mike had been trying to get me on the tomato farm crew for weeks and then finally my name came up on the waiting list...... I was one of the farm boys. Jesus, did that job suck. It was back breaking work in the open fields under the hot, hot sun and after three days I bowed-out saying I was neglecting my job getting my old man his morning coffee and stuff. Mike and the farm boys laughed. They knew the work was just too hard for me. It emphasized just how tough Mike was though....very strong boy.

This summer was the best summer of my life. I know...I said the same thing about last summer....which was my first summer with Mike. Now.... last summer is second best. It was two weeks before school started up again and none of us could believe it arrived so fast. I was doing my kitchen clean-up duties around 9:30 in the morning. Doing kitchen clean-up was a Monday's chore. One day each week-day I cleaned an entire room from top to bottom. Kitchen on Monday, then next day the family room, our bedroom, the old man's bedroom and the bathroom on Fridays. I get $50 a week for this house cleaning. If I need extra money for some activity or other dad usually just gives it to me or has me do something extra to earn it....like paint the porch.

The big news at the moment is the moving van parked in front of Tom Brown's door just down the block a few houses from our place. He and his mother had been scheduled to move out three months ago but building delays on their new house pushed back the completion date time after time. I was so relieved that he was finally moving away from here. We'd still be in the same high school, but Tom Brown's new house was not here, it was some place on the other side of Wildwood.

Thank God!

Mike was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette while he read the sports page and drank his second cup of coffee. I was working at cleaning the stove enjoying a nice breeze coming in through the open kitchen window. We hadn't turned the air conditioner on yet because the temperature was still in the low seventies and very pleasant. Then....oh no, speaking of the devil.... I heard through the window the unmistakable arrogant voice of Tom Brown.

He was saying, "Hey Sullivan... don't you remember me telling you that smoking isn't good for your health. It was only last summer for Christ's sake. You shouId be able to remember that far back. Plus, do you have any clue as to how offensive cigarette smoke smells to us non-smokers? God, I try to help, but you just can't grasp it, can you?" I heard Mike rustling the newspaper and then say, "What the fuck you mumbling about?"

Tom said, "You have the same problems that I corrected Richie of last winter. You're simply not neighborly and you have bad manners. It hurts me to have to tell you these things, but I'm a straight shooter and I'm always trying to help with some constructive criticism where ever it's needed." It was evident he thought he was being funny while he got in some insulting remarks...

Mike rustled the newspaper again and said, "Huh? Are you still here, Brown? I didn't hear a single word you just said. But I do strongly suggest that you pay attention to what I'm going to say now. Are you ready?...Here it is........ What the fuck do you want?" Tom, putting on even more of a pompous voice said, "Like I said, you have no manners. What the fuck do I want....is that your question? Hmmm, not that it's any of your business, but I just stopped by to see my friend Richie."

I heard Mike's deck chair scrape on the porch floor as he straightened up to give Tom a hard stare.. Tom Brown continued in that pompus manner of his, "I've written down my new address and telephone number for him. Richie and I have some unfinished business... well actually, Richie asked me for a favor some time ago. Last winter it was. Something that...well, we were into together. Nothing to do with you Sullivan...well, not directly anyway." Tom finished with a sneaky sounding laugh.

Mike, getting bored with this whole routine, ignored that entire rambling story from Tom and lit another cigarette. After that he told Tom, in an off-hand way, that I was busy at the moment and to just leave the new address there on the railing. Mike added in a dismissive manner, " And,....whatever, I'll tell him you were here." My heart was thumping dully in my chest and I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Should I go out there? How should I play this? Fuck!

Tom matter-of-factly told Mike that he'd prefer handing the new address to me personally to be sure I got it. He said I'd be so disappointed if I didn't know his new address and telephone number. He added, "I'm sure you're unaware of the brain cell loss caused by cigarette smoking and I'm afraid that you'll forget to tell him I was even here, never mind remembering to hand this slip of paper to him". Mike starting to get up said, "Are you looking for a fight, asshole?"

Tom said, "of course not".... and then he hopped up on the porch and rang our doorbell. Mike stood-up and walked toward Tom Brown, but before he reached him I was out on the porch. I said, "Oh, yeah....Hi, Tom.

Sorry I can't chat but I'm working right now." I took the slip of paper right out of Tom's fingers before he knew what happened. Tom said, "Richie, it looks like you've forgotten to be more neighborly and to have better manners." Tom put a fake surprised look on his face and added. "After all the trouble I went through with you? I did the favor you asked me to do.... you were so anxious that we 'finish-up' another time. Well, am I right?" Tom's demeanor was purposely pompus and arrogant. He was acting, playing a role. His goal was to needle Mike and me while insulting us at the same time by acting as if we were a couple of dim-witted clods. That's probably what he actually thought we were.

Mike pushed Tom in the chest roughly and said, "I've had enough of your bull shit, Brown. Either tell me what you're talking about or get the fuck away from here." Tom, getting a little pissy himself said he wouldn't think of telling Mike about personal sexual matters that we, Tom and me, engaged in last winter. Mike said, "Personal sexual....?" his face was that dark red color again and he grabbed the front of Tom's shirt, jerked him off balance and swept Tom's feet out from under him while pushing Tom over the porch railing onto the cement sidewalk. The same sidewalk I would have crashed onto if I hadn't grabbed around Mike's neck while he was giving me that test way back when.....the test to see if I was gay.

Tom Brown let out a scream as he went flying with his calves scraping against the top of the railing..... He quickly followed the little scream with a grunting sound as he flopped and then slid on the cement sidewalk. Mike had put a lot of muscle behind that shove and Tom landed hard on the cement. Still red-faced Mike said, "Oops, so sorry Tom, but my brain blacked-out there for a second. Those fucking cigarettes, ya know?"

Tom tried to get up once, but sat right back down. He had the wet eyes from pain and embarrassment. I could see big rips in his jeans at both knees where he had hit the cement. Tom's knees were scraped-raw and bleeding ..... they looked very painful. Tom was swallowing hard while looking at the palm of his right hand that he'd used trying to break his fall..... it too had a nasty looking brush burn with small sand-sized gravel pieces embedded in the scrapped flesh. I said, "Thanks for the address Tom."

Mike walked over to the porch step leading to the sidewalk while Tom was slowly pulling himself up holding onto the porch railing. Tom Brown had finally lost his cool. He dropped the phoney pompus act and with a spray of spit flying out of his mouth he screamed, "Fuck you ...you fag losers. Oh, by the way....I sure enjoyed that blow job, Richie. I hope you enjoyed the spanking I gave you and there's no need to pout you little cunt, I'll still make time to help you get off from your next spanking." Tom turned his head quickly to look at Mike and he spit-out, "The next time I see you Sullivan I'm going to kick your skinny faggy ass all over town."

Mike stared at him a second before saying, "How about right now, dickhead. You see me right now dont'cha?" Mike started down off the porch and Tom Brown took three or four hopping steps toward his house and called out for somebody named Matty. Matty did not appear, but it did distract Mike's attention and allowed Tom to get closer to his house. Mike said, "Ah fuck you maggot, I'll be watching for you....ya sicko. Feel free to bring on your sorry-ass-act any fucking time you can work-up the balls. Any time at all.... and frankly I can't wait." Tom Brown gave us both the finger and limped down to his house and then he went right inside. He did not reappear. I'd already made a tight, soggy ball out of the slip of paper with the adress and telephone number......I flicked it into the street as my heart hammered in my chest.

Mike stared at the last place Tom Brown had been and then slowly turned to look back at me. I looked right down at the recently painted porch floor and felt sick to my stomach. Mike stared and I felt as if he could look right into my head. I said nothing, but I couldn't move either. Finally Mike said, "All you have to do is look me in the eyes and tell me he's full of shit, Richie. Richie?" Not being able to do that, I exerted tremendous effort to just turn around and quickly walk back through the house to our bedroom.

Tears of fear and humiliation sliding down my face. About three minutes later I heard the screen door slam and then the heavy wooden door slam behind it. I could hear Mike turning on the air-conditioner for the family room. My heart was beating scary fast and I kept swallowing. Mike walked back to our bedroom slowly... his feet deliberately banging the floor with each step. I looked around the bedroom in desperation.... saw the window, but I knew that was even too stupid for me to do. Without a choice, I just sat on the bed and waited. I didn't have long to wait.

Mike came in with a hurt, pissed-off look on his face.

He was talking in a tight, angry voice, "I opened myself up to you Richie and trusted you like I never trusted anybody except my brother Danny and you make a fool out of me in front of that piece of shit, Tom Brown. You made it possible for that turd to laugh at me because my number one best bud in the world has been blowing guys. Blowing that .....that, pile of phony horse-shit garbage...that arrogant bastard?" I yelled, "No Mike, it wasn't like that. He made me...he tricked me into saying and doing things. Mike, please I ....I didn't mean to do those things... I mean, I didn't do those things."

I said in one long outburst of words, "Tom Brown almost broke in the house last winter and he did that fucking talking-in-circles thing he does and he got me to say we were gay and then he kissed me and to keep him from telling you I let him give me a spanking....that's his fetish he said, spanking guys. I think Robert Conti from our class was coming over Brown's place to get spanked too. You know Robert, the junior class vice president. Mike, please believe me, Tom shot a load in his pants spanking me. Can you imagine that? Then he made me lick the finger he had up my ass and other stuff...He blew me Mike...

As I was rambling on Mike shook his head and mumbled...Robert Conti?...then he shook that thought away and gritted his teeth together. He made and unmade a fist with both hands, but then.....as I said, "He blew me..." Mike just whipped around and smacked my face with his open hand harder than my old man ever smacked me. I sat there on our bed with my back straight, my hands grabbing a handful of bed linens on either side of me with a trickle of blood running from my left nostril....and tears running down my face in a silent cry. I held my face out there for another smack if Mike wanted to.. I said, "Mike, Pleeeeeeze believe me. I love you more than life.... Please believe me, I didn't do anything to Tom Brown."

Then I repeated stuff randomly...."He spanked me because that's his fetish. If I didn't go along with him he was going to tell you we kissed and that I said we were gay. You were just about to move back in with me...I didn't want anything to ruin that...He tricked me and threatened me. I didn't blow him or kiss him. He did it to me. Please Mike... please I love you." I just held my head up for my next smack as some tears roll down my cheeks.

Mike looked angry and confused. He hesitated and looked-up at the ceiling and said, " God damn-it all!"

I heard him blow out a long breath just like he'd done when he'd yelled at Kyle a month or so ago on the boardwalk. After a few seconds Mike mumbled, "Oh shit, my fucked-up temper." He took two steps to the bed but he didn't smack me again.... instead he sat down next to me and in an apologetic voice said, "You don't have to explain yourself to me, Richie. I don't fucking own you. I was jealous.. Can I believe my own self? I had a jealous fit, Richie... over you. I shouldn't have smacked you. I had no right to do that....I feel horrible, Richie. I hate myself sometimes."

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled the side of my face that he'd slapped to his lips and kissed my face and said would I forgive him. I nodded my head up and down and said, "Will you forgive me?" Mike said that he didn't think I needed to be forgiven. Again he said he didn't own me. I said, "Please, Mike. Own me. Please ......"

Mike did a long kiss on the side of my forehead and another one near my ear ....then he said real low, like he was whispering a secret to me, "It's so hard for me to admit these things...it's so hard for me to even say these things. Hell, I guess I'm a phony, Richie." I was holding on to the arm he had around my neck with both my hands and my heart was beating fast. Mike was saying things I'd never heard before and I realized what a relief it was for me to finally hear him say straight-out, "I love you but I don't have the guts to tell you that, Richie. It's not an addiction I have for you, it's love. You've been the strong one...the brave and honest one all along." He held my neck tight and moved his head a little bit back and forth against mine.

After a few seconds he continued in even a lower whisper that I could barely make out....it was almost like he was saying things to himself... things that surprised even him. "Jeez, it's weird but I love the way you love me.....I love how nice you are to everyone.....God almighty, I'm so fucked up right now, Richie....I love your cute face and the way you taste and the way you squirm when I'm making love to you and that little squeal you make. Hell, we're not just the two best buds the world has ever seen. We're the two best gay buds the world will ever know... if we ever tell them, that is." I was in a daze to say the least. The side of my face was wet from Mike's tears......the first tears I'd ever known him to shed.

It was like Mike was dumping out all his emotions in one long confession. I just listened. He said, "Richie, I'm blown away that you have never once mentioned that you saved my life. You never use that to try to get your way or to make me feel guilty when I'm acting like a prick. I really admire you." I could tell he was pretty much through with his confession when he said, " Hope you can remember all this Richie, because I'll probably never have the balls to say this stuff again.. If I hadn't smacked you and gotten this fucking guilty feeling I don't think I'd have been able to work up the guts to say it now.." In a voice as quiet as his I said, "Sure thing, Mike."

Shortly after Mike was done talking we drifted over side-ways to fall on the bed with Mike still hugging me loosely and I held on to the arms that he hugged me with and I closed my eyes and thanked all the worlds' Gods for my blessings. Mike hugged me tighter and we both eventually fell off to sleep about 10am. I think the huge emotional out-pouring from both of us caused us to drift off to a morning nap.

We didn't nap for long. I woke-up first and sat-up in bed with this feeling of such peace.....such joy. Thinking about every word Mike said to me....I've never felt so safe and .....so happy at last. I wondered if I should get everything off my conscience too ...the whole Tom Brown story and all the Tiny Dick stuff. After comtemplating this for about a second I decided that I wouldn't be doing that now....if ever. I decided I'd leave everything just the way it was and keep enjoying the very nice way I was feeling...

Mike woke-up a few minutes after I did and as he lay there in bed rubbing my back he quietly said, "You OK, Richie?" I looked around at him and said, "Sure thing, Mike. Thank you for everything, Mike. I know you don't want to hear this every ten minutes, but I love you Mike.....more than I thought it was possible to love someone." Mike took a deep breath, blew it out in an exaggerated manner and said, "You're right, Richie....I don't want to hear that shit every ten minutes." I smiled to myself because Mike was sounding just like Mike again and that ain't all bad.

He got up and as he stretched he said, "Unforunately I can't pretend this morning never happened, but I just want you to know that I feel like a total asshole blubbering all over you like I did, Richie. I swear to God I can't ever remember feeling this embarrassed.... Damn!.... Just thinking about the stuff I said." He was taking off his nylon sweat pants to put on something cooler. Mike talked without eye contact and it was in Mike's regular 'matter-of-fact voice....not the apologetic one he used a little while ago. He said, "A guy can feel stuff inside, but he doesn't have to babble about it around the fucking clock. It's just...well, I stupidly smacked you because I was jealous of you being with that jackass Tom Brown.. ...Shit, I shouldn't have done that!"

He was going through our little chest of drawers looking for something and just mumbling on and on.... "Oh fuck, I don't know.... it's just that I had such a guilty conscience and, you know...... all this shit comes pouring out of me and all that other stuff. The tears and all...it was a fucking freak show and I'm really, really embarrassed about it. You and me are not going to be discussing this shit again Richie...you do understand that, right?" I said, "Sure thing, Mike."

My eyes stayed on Mike as he bumped around our tiny bedroom. It was as if he didn't really know what to do next. I couldn't think of anything else to say that would help the situation so I just kept quiet. It's a technique I should probably use more often. Once again I thought Mike was done talking, but then he started right up, " So Richie, that's all I can say about it. I mean, you and me know exactly how we feel about each other by now, right? Jesus Christ I should hope so. But, we don't have to turn our lives into a fucking soap opera, ya know. It's like I feel...I don't know, I always feel responsible for looking out for you and all."

I continued looking at Mike. I kept thinking "He has to be done now" and then he'd continue. " Hell, it's just that you were sitting on the bed, not doing anything except trying to explain what happened and I smacked you...that is NOT 'looking out for you' ....it just blew me away at how jealous I felt and at what a prick I was to do that to you. I wanted to make it up to you. Hell, everything came tumbling out... thats all. I don't know why the fuck I'm still talking about this...it's over and we're going to forget about it.. We are going to leave this entire fucking episode right here in this room. OK, Richie?"

I said, "Sure thing, Mike". And I pulled on his arm while he was trying to put a pair of shorts on.

He looked back at me with a quizzical look on his face and I gave him a good smile. He said, "You're so gay." He took the one leg he'd had in his clean shorts back out and climbed back into bed. I kissed his lips....he kissed me back and we let one thing lead to another and before long cum was flying around our bedroom just like it normally does. At one point I thought...... how unique and wonderful it was to have Mike be so open about his feelings but, on the other hand...there is something to be said for normalcy too.

I am no fool no matter what you may think.....after that morning I did not bring any of this up again and neither did Mike. But he's right....we do now know how we feel about each other. I don't have to assume anymore because...I know. So....Everything is pretty much the same between Mike and me except now I know how it feels to be loved....and that is no small thing.

A week after school started Mike, me and our two parents were out to a special dinner and after dinner they drove us to see a beautiful new house with a distant view of the ocean. The house wasn't quite completed. "What's with the house you guys?", Mike asked. My dad said that he and Mike's mother had bought this house together. Mike and me looked at each other and we said simultaneously, "No way?" Mrs Sullivan said, "Way, boys. You two are going to be step brothers .....or whatever the hell it's called."

The marriage was to be Thankgiving eve and I was going be the best man. Mike said, "That sucks dude...I am not going to be maid of honor!" He was joking....Mike would play the part of the guy who gives the bride away. That job is normally handled by the brides' father, but Mrs Sullivan's father had passed away three years ago. Mrs Sullivan's sister would be matron of honor. The house they'd bought was a three bedroom house with two and a half baths. When Mike and I first toured the house, before it was completed, we looked at each other mouthing... "separate bedrooms?" Later that day Mrs Sullivan asked if we'd mind sharing a bedroom so she could have a guest room for her various family members when they visited. Guess what we said.......

Mike and I didn't know how we felt about being in the same family...not that it was a major concern, just odd some how. We half expected that our parents would get married, but we didn't think it would be this soon I guess. They seemed to be perfect for each other and Mike said his mom had been dropping big hints for some time now that a marriage was a strong possibility. The two parents were having a lot of fun planning the wedding and furnishing the new house so Mike and me just shrugged, made a face at each other and went on about our lives.

At school Tom Brown stayed away from both of us, but he especially made a point of staying clear of Mike. It was evident, even to Tom Brown...... once he thought about it, that Mike could put him in the hospital in a fight. I asked Mike if he intended to instigate a fight and he said, "Why would I do that Richie? If Brown has come to his senses and stays away from me I'll just leave it as it is. You know from your fight with Tiny Dick that even if you win a fight you're still going to take a beating. I'm not a fighter, Richie.... I'm a lover, dude! You know that."

We were scheduled to move into the new house in a few days and I was feeling sad to leave that little place of my dad's....especially that tiny bedroom Mike and me used. Oh well, we were moving on. The new house was furnished with mostly brand-new furniture. One day Mike and me were checking the new place out and we noticed a new double bed in what was going to be our bedroom. We double-checked that the bed was in fact in our room and it was. The master bedroom had a kingsize bed in it and the other bedroom didn't have a bed yet, but it had real girly curtains on the windows. That wasn't our room. What the hell?

We'd come over on the spur of the moment after school... our parents were working. I asked Mike, "Wouldn't you expect they'd put in twin beds for us?"

Mike and I looked at each other with confused expressions. "You don't suppose they know?" was my next comment. Mike thought about it and said, "Yeah Richie, I guess they must. How else to explain the double bed for two seventeen year old boys?...." and then, "Aren't we lucky to have parents like that. Parents that actually care about what their kids want.." I felt strange knowing my dad knew I was gay....... and me not knowing he knew made it feel even stranger. I thought about that comment my dad had made.... "We'll support the big decisions you guys make in your life".....my dad had said something like that some time ago... When was that?

Thunder boomed in the distance and fat raindrops could be heard hitting the side of the house as the wind picked-up considerably and began blowing the big rain drops side-ways. A bright scary-close lightning bolt split the sky outside our bedroom window. Then an unbelivable down-pour as one of the New Jersey shore's fast-moving thunder storms roared outside. We both went to the window and watched the rain come down so hard you couldn't see Mike's motorbike ten feet away. Mike said, "Damn, it needed a good washing." I said, "Remember us getting caught in that big thunder storm so long ago, Mike?" He didn't look at me but he said, "I sure do." Then, just like that....the rain stopped and the sun began to break through the dark clouds.

I said, "When your mom asked us if we'd mind sharing a room. Didn't she seem to have a funny look on her face?....Sort of a big tease in her voice?" Mike was looking out the window and quietly said, "Yeah.. you're right she did, Richie. Damn...wonder how long they've known about us. It's kind of cool, but embarassing as hell too... don't ya think?" I said, "Yeah, it's going to be wicked awkward seeing those two now." Mike said, "It'll be OK Richie. Don't bring it up unless they do....that's how we're going to handle it. They obviously have known for some time now and they didn't bring it up so let's follow their lead and see where it goes." I said, "Sure thing, Mike." And, I felt better about the whole thing right away.

Mike repeated in a thoughtful manner, "We are really lucky with our parents though, ya know?..." I was staring at the back of Mike as he watched the weather change outside our new bedroom window. All of a sudden the sun came up bright and it outlined Mike almost like it was a spot-light on him... and then up came the rainbow....and from where I was standing it looked like Mike was surrounded by all the different colors of the rainbow.....like he was floating in it. A shiver ran through me. It was a magical moment. Mike said, "Jesus, look at that rainbow Richie."

Unexpectedly a few tears ran down my cheeks as I remembered our other rainbow. I said, "Yes, it's beautiful and I agree......we are lucky alright, but I'm the luckiest of us all.......I get to love you, Mike." He turned around slowly and looked at me......then he smiled and said, "Guess we're just a couple of lucky gay boys..huh, Richie?" I nodded my head up and down and Mike said, "Come a little closer, Richie..." With his arm around my neck he pulled me into him and kissed the side of my head for maybe 15 seconds.......then he whispered, "OK.....let's try out our new bed and see if it causes you to have a different little squeal." I nodded my head up and down again thinking...."How wonderful... that never-ending miracle called love...."

Same little squeal though......

The End

Donny Mumford......Time to say goodbye

Thank you for all your kind EMs...they meant a lot to me and encouraged me in writing about Richie and Mike...