MIKE, HIS BIKE & ME REDUX by Donny Mumford
Final Preparations For West Chester University
I'm sitting behind Mike on his motorbike, we're on our way to Tony's Barbershop to get buzz cuts before heading off to college. Mike said he wasn't at all sure if we'd be able to find a barber as good as Tony near West Chester University and he wanted us to at least start off our college days looking good... of course, a buzzcut and looking good is a matter of opinion, but Mike's the boss. As far as I'm concerned a haircut is low on my list of things to worry about... going away to college, generally speaking, is what concerns me. So many unknowns to deal with, like getting around that huge campus... finding our way from a simple point A to point B and doing it on time, and I also worry about Mike and me fitting-in at our dormitory... well, maybe not so much me fitting in, but Mike's a unique personality and, ya know, things could get dicey. And there's handling the college workload too, that concerns me even though we both did well enough in high school to get accepted to college, but maybe we won't be able to handle college level courses. Then there's the concern of getting a part-time job... we'll need the money and, oh hell... lots of things to worry about. I'm not confident about things like Mike is, he doesn't seem worried in the least... probably faking it. On second thought, nah... he's not faking it. Last week I merely mentioned to him how intimidating it is to imagine doing something so totally new like going to college and he's like, "For Christ sakes Rickie, don't be such a wimp!" then he swatted the back of my head, but not real hard. It might sound to you like I'm a wimp or something but that's simply not the case. I plead guilty to being soft around Mike, he's so awesome I pale in comparison, but in most of my dealing with everyday life I'm as normal as the average kid I grew up with. You win some and you lose some, and you try doing both with a little grace.
Riding on the back of that motorbike I make sure to have my arms tightly around Mike's waist and not just because I love the feel of him either, although I do... it's mostly because he rides that thing like a dare devil and I'd rather not slide off onto the street during one of his sharp turns, with him screaming "Fuck, this rocks...!" On the straight-away parts of the trip I lay the side of my face against the back of his neck or pretend I've been bumped into him so I can rub my nose along the back of his head... there's a uniquely sexy natural fragrance to his skin and hair. The whole thing's a big turn-on for me and it's rare that I get off the back of his motorbike without a boner in my pants. Usually Mike will pat my crotch and laughingly say, "Little Richie showed-up again, huh?" He's well aware how I feel about him, he knows I love him with a wild passion and he gets a kick out of my devotion. Mike loves me too, I know that for a fact because he told me directly to my face, as a matter of fact he's told me on two separate occasions... that's twice in the two-plus years we've been together. Pretty good for Mike who's not known for being excessively demonstrative when it comes to gay romance.
In the barbershop Tony gives Mike a gruff nod of the head... Mike pushes on my shoulder for me to get in the barber chair first. I climb up to Tony's grumbled, "Same?" and I say, "Buzzed like always, Tony" he goes "Huh..." and all we hear are the clippers running for the next five minutes. Mike and me get quarter inch buzzcuts which is short for a buzz, but I'm happy there's at least that much of my light brown hair left when I get out of the chair. Tony highlighted my hairline by shaving a line across my forehead and down the sides, making pointy sideburns for me... then fades the neck line, he's an artist with this, more or less. By now I've come to like the feel of our buzzcuts... I'd never had one until two years ago when Mike sorta told me to get one. What the hell, he's my idol and he's had his light blond hair buzzed since he was twelve years old. He never would admit this but I think he chose a buzz cut hairstyle to compensate for his baby face, he sees himself as a tough guy and he thinks an extreme haircut helps with that image. Right now Mike's reading a Sports Illustrated magazine while Tony's cutting his hair as I'm absently running my fingers over the top of my head and gawking at Mike. Like I said, Mike's got pretty light blond hair... he also has narrow light brown eyebrows and long dark lashes over startling blue eyes. There's a perfect symmetry to his facial features... cheek bone, nose, lips, chin... the way they compliment each other is amazing, it's like a drawing of the ideal boy's face... beautiful, yet still extremely boyish. How many times have I felt the smooth healthy flesh of his face against mine or tasted his lips, his tongue, his spit. Jesus! I need to adjust my crotch and I do so with a quiet grunt. When I look up Mike's smirking back at me... dammit, he doesn't miss much. I make a face at him with a little grin and he goes back to reading his magazine. Shortly we're back out on the street, me feeling slightly scapled like I always do after a fresh buzz. As always, Mike rubs my head and says, "OK, that's they way I like my boy" and I say what I always say, "Sure thing, Mike".
We light Marlboro Light 100s with Mike's Bic lighter and start walking down to the little shopping mall at the corner, Mike needs new sunglasses. I like walking close to him, keeping pretty much in step and occasionally bumping my side into his side because, as I said, I like the feel of his body. Mike's six foot tall and I'm five foot, ten inches but most of the time I feel shorter than just the two inch difference. He's become huge in my life... actually we're step-brothers now, for real. I sometimes call him my little brother because I'm four days older than he is. We'll be starting college at age eighteen, but we'll turn nineteen during the first semester. Nineteen seems old, the last teen year we'll ever see... sad but true. My dad met Mike's mother through Mike's and my friendship and they fell in love, got married, and moved the four of us into a nice house here in Wildwood, New Jersey. Seven rooms of which three are bedrooms; the parents' bedroom, a guest room, and the boys' room... with a double bed. Yeah, they know we're gay boyfriends although we've never actually articulated that fact back and forth. It's just understood and they're fine with it, apparently. Mike and me are gay boys who don't act in a stereotypical gay manner... our natural every-day mannerisms just happens to be in the manner of straight boys. Mike actually thinks he is straight half the time, or bi more likely... with me he admits he's gay once in awhile, but just where I'm concerned. And, he blames that fact on me... I made him gay, he says. He acts tough with me most of the time, but I feel his love... not just through our sex either, I feel it in many ways. He has this attitude that he's my protector and God knows he's twice as strong as I am, but it's more than just the muscle part... he's actually overprotective and too controlling in most of the things we do together, but I know it's just the way he has of showing me he cares about me... sure, it's over the top at times, but I feel good enough about myself to let him be that way. That's the way I see it. Mike's been this way too long to change overnight, he has this ultra confident manner about him which can appear physically intimidating at times, but I know the real Mike and the real Mike is a sensitive boy with deep feelings who uses his outward demeanor to hide these tender traits. Actually it's a habit from childhood... growing-up in his rough, dangerous neighborhood you better not be a timid boy or you'll be bullied beyond belief... he developed this persona of "don't fuck with me" to protect himself... it's a look, a walk, a stare, or a smart-ass challenging remark and he can back it up too. You can imagine how that kind of personality would cause a rough beginning for me in my relationship with Mike, but I was mysteriously attracted to him from the first time I saw him... I didn't even know I was gay until I met Mike. Fairly soon after meeting him though I had to admit to myself that I am. And, like I said, the rare times Mike admits he might be gay too, he always says it's because I turned him that way... ha!
I'm leaning up against a counter across from Mike while he's trying on sunglasses and I see these two guys about my age giggling between themselves and kind of peeking over at me. I give them a challenging stare, but they won't look back. They're both about five feet seven or eight inches tall, average build, nondescript looking with one of them wearing eyeglasses... they both had long hair, over their ears. I'm rubbing my nose looking around, bored... I hear "Er, excuse me, dude" and someone touches my elbow. I look to my right and there's one of the giggle boys, the one with the eyglasses. I go, "Yeah?" and he looks at his friend, giggles again, then looks back at me to say, "We're wondering, the two of us... we wonder where we might join the Marines and we thought you'd be a good person to ask". I pretended to look away for a second, then my hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of four-eyes' hair and yanks on it twice, hard... his eyeglasses were askew with the first yank, and fell completely off his face to land on the counter with the second. I snarled, "What the fuck did you say?" I heard what he said of course, and of course he was referring to my quarter inch buzzcut. One more hard yank of his hair and he goes, "Nothing... sorry.. ow.. please" His friend took a step back, his face pale, his eyes wide. I pushed this kid's head back roughly, then letting go of his hair, I snapped, "Get the fuck away from me, maggot". The kid's face was dark red now as he grabbed his glasses and, trying for some dignity, slowly sauntered a few steps away before turning and saying, "I'll see you outside, baldy". I gave him the finger and both of the giggle boys, no longer giggling, gave it back to me. They won't be outside. I glance up and see Mike staring over, we made eye contact and he nodded his head once, then went back to his sunglass selection. That's usually as much praise as Mike passes out, he approved of how I handled the tourist and it made me feel proud. I learned that technique from Mike... in a confrontation you get really aggressive immediately and do something completely unexpected, like a fistful of hair. Almost every time the other kid will back off and even if he don't, you haven't lost anything. The fistful of hair I learned from Mike too... he did it to me a number of times and it's one of the reasons I finally got the buzz cut. Hair pulling is usually thought of as a girlie thing, but when done the way Mike taught me to do it's anything but girlie.
Mike finally bought these sick blue sunglasses, round lenses and wire frames that looked wicked cool on him. Outside the store the two long hair boys were nowhere to be seen and it's a damn good thing for them they weren't still around because Mike wouldn't be as polite to them as I was. We're heading back to the motorbike, Mike doing his natural swagger, me trying to imitate it, when we run into one of our boardwalk friends, Tucker... AKA, Tiny Dick. Tiny is normally a good natured kid, about five feet, six inches tall, nice looking and all that... but he has a hidden dominant side which he exhibited to me last summer in his backyard pool. Mike does not know about this incident, by the way. Tucker's nick name, Tiny Dick, is for real... he's got a penis this side of four inches long. Us guys always credit him with four inches but it was up my ass once and it's not four inches. Boned up it's about three and a half, tops. He dominated my submissive
sexual side totally that one time, I basically had no complaints when it was over though because I got to enjoying it pretty much. I didn't want to do it a second time and we got in a bad fist fight when he tried insisting some weeks later. Tiny, by the way, accidentally won the fight with a random elbow to my nose, but I'd also done quite a bit of damage to him by then too. Anyway, we've sort of made up since then but aren't real close. He goes, "Dudes, wassup?" Mike says, "Getting ready for college, Tiny... bouncing here and there. Wassup with you?" Tiny says he's mostly been just kickin this summer, but he's cranked-up about heading off to Penn State next week... seriously looking forward to it. Penn State University is about an hour and a half drive from West Chester University in the western part of Pennsylvania, so we got that in common. While Mike's unlocking the motorbike and adjusting something, Tiny quietly says to me, "Dude, this summer's almost over and we never did our make-up sex for last summer. I know you loved the way I fucked you... you were so perfect in that submissive role". I go, "Damn Tucker, not now..." and I'm nodding my head toward Mike, making a face like "he'll hear us". Tiny goes, "You better call me before you leave, I need to do you again at least once, but probably twice... don't make me drop an anonymous note to Mike" and he pinched a little piece of skin on my side that hurt like a bitch. I held back my yelp though... Mikes, calls over, "Let's go Richie" then waves at Tiny saying, "Peace, dude...". Tiny quickly whispers to me, "I got nothing to lose Richie, get that pussy of you're over for a fuck this week." I pretended to smile at Tiny, hissing under my breath, "You want another fight, asshole?" and Tiny hisses back, "No, and I don't want to write an anonymous note to Mike either, but I will..."
I'm getting on the bike behind Mike and he's like, "What were you two arguing about?" I go, "Nothing, why?" and he's like, "I saw you arguing for fuck sake, what was it?" then he stomps down on the starter and the bike roars to life. I say, "I'll tell you about it later, OK?" Revving the engine, the mufflers deep throated roar sounding so cool, Mike doesn't respond, just roars away from the parking space, me holding onto him tightly, as always. We're done working our summer job at the tomato farm for this year... it's the last week before college and we're free to do whatever we want. Today was a cloudy day, not a good beach day so we got our haircuts and then back at the house Mike says. "Ya wanna go check out that Jeep your Dad said he and Mom would help us buy? We gotta finalize something, make a decision." We'd saved quite a bit of money this summer for that reason, a car at college. We're gonna have both the car and the motor bike on campus. I go, "Sure thing, Mike". He's looking at me, squinting his eyes as he says, "Yeah, we'll do that... but first, you look kinda sexy with that new buzz, let me see how it looks on you when you're naked." I gulped thinking, an "afternooner"... Yes! Both our parents work so the house was empty and, except for the almost unnoticeable hum of the central air-conditioning, it was very quiet. We talked with quiet voices in our bedroom as I undressed quickly and stood there naked waiting for Mike. He was saying how lucky we are to be sharing the same dorm room, that it would be hard not having our recreational sex at college. I'm nodding my head in total agreement, playing with my cock and thinking, it's much more than recreational sex that we have together, but I say nothing... I hardly ever argue with him... Mike totally fascinates me. The way I get squirmy and short of breath and extremely hot for him, it's an intangible thing. I can't describe how aroused he makes me or the specific things about him that makes me feel this way, it's the total package I guess. I'm in awe of him although he appears oblivious to his magnetism. I've noticed it affect others besides me... in truth, there isn't much that involves Mike that I'm not aware of. Of course his magnetism, or whatever it is, doesn't affect others nearly to the level it does me, but it's a fact that guys and girls notice him without him even trying. He has a wild child smile that makes my eyes get big and my ass quiver.
Mike lazily finished pulling off his socks and is now as naked as I am, his crotch showing a regular size pubic bush of soft light-blond hair around the base of a six and a half inch uncut cock. It's the nicest looking cock I've ever seen and almost doesn't look real. Nice pink, helmet shaped head with a slightly large pee slit... the head is hidden behind his uncut foreskin at the moment, but I know very well what it looks like, and tastes like. The shaft of his penis is very straight with a nice heft to it, the pinkish skin smooth and the vein barely noticeable... his balls are a little oversized incased nicely in a hairless scrotum that shows off the two orbs as nicely rounded golf ball size nuts. I've seen this exceptional package many times and of course all of it has been in my mouth many times... the penis part's been up my butt a good many times as well.
He looks at me with those serious eyes, a beautiful shade of blue that's not so much dark or pale as it's like the metallic blue of a Mini Cooper, an unusual shade of blue for eyes. I walked right over to him and he wraps me up in his arms, my arms trapped at my sides, two slim naked bodies rub together. Our crotches moving, grinding against one another, I let out a long, quiet sigh... this is the one place I most want to be in the whole world. He kisses my face and mumbles, "I don't tell you very often, but you're kinda cute for a boy." I blow out some more air, my hearts beating faster as my cock firms up and I nestle into his arms trying to get tighter to his strong, taut body. There's fine definition to his torso, arms, and legs, but not body builder stuff... a natural boy's body blessed with the right genes creating this almost hairless, perfect male form. The scent he has is intoxicating to me, and with his face against mine I inhale deeply then do it again and feel dizzy. Mike's rubbing my body down, starting at my shoulders and working his way down my back to my ass. "You've got a great little body here, Richie... especially here" and he's got both hands on my buttocks squeezing. Our cocks are full grown boners now, mine next to Mike's, both pointing up between our bellies. Leaning his head down slightly his lips find mine, then our tongues come together as he pushes a finger inside my anus and I moan a muffled "Ow" into his mouth. He sucks on my tongue pushing his finger in further, his other hand pulls one side of my buttocks away from my hole, stretching the hole slightly. We've been doing the fucking raw lately, with no lubricant, because Mike likes the tighter feel. I'm training myself to deal with the rougher aspect of lube-less sex, but find it exciting and very sexy too... initially the early penetration hurt, but now we've learned some tricks and for me the good far outweigh the bad.
With his finger up my ass to the knuckle, Mike lets go of my buttocks and puts a finger in my mouth so I can suck it and load it with spit, he puts the spit around my hole and when he takes his finger out he pushes the spit in there. It doesn't take long, "Turn around, Richie... I want to fuck you standing up." I turn around and lean back on his chest stroking myself as Mike lines up his cock and says, "Here we go... OK?" and he pushes the head of his cock inside me... it does burn but I know it's a temporary burning feeling and a quiet grunt is the only sound I make. Mike generates a lot of precum which mostly enables these fucks to be routinely possible. Having Mike's cock inside me is the number one pleasure of my life, there isn't anything better. He gives it a minute and then slowly begins his boner's ascension up my tunnel, also known as my ass, my rectum, or sometimes he calls it my boy pussy. I don't mind what he calls it as long as he fucks it. The many sensitive areas in the anus and rectum feel wonderful when properly stimulated and Mike with his hard boner fully knows how to stimulate it just fine. Pushing in all the way now, the final hump making me go ,"Oh!" then flattening his crotch against my buttocks compresses them slightly allowing his boner to go in a little bit deeper, wait a second before he starts a slow retraction till the head of his cock is captured by the sphincter muscle ring, a steady push all the way back in follows immediately. Not bad today, real smooth and not hurting much... and soon, ecstasy. Mike waits a few seconds then does it faster begining a steady rhythm of deep strokes as the back of my head pushes against his chin, his arms under mine now, around my chest, holding me against him as he moves only his hips hammering my hole with that hard pole. My eyes close to concentrate on how good it feels as I'm mumbling, "Ohh God... oh my God... yes, this is soooo good" Mike grunts with the effort of turning-up the energy in our fuck. He shortly begins making squeaking sounds himself, breathing in burst... the pleasure I'm feeling is mind-boggling, stroking my boner to match Mike's penetrations and then "Eeeeee" as a thin, fast moving string of cum explodes from my boner followed by three quick short ones, stroking my dick as fast as I can, my fist clamped around it tightly... the cum splattering against the bedroom door. Three more strokes on my boner enhancing the after-climax feelings, then I hear Mike groan, "Ah ah shit...yeah.." and he pours cum up my ass slapping his crotch against my buttocks and almost strangling me when his muscular arm slips up under my chin onto my throat. In a fuck, there's the wonderful build-up and then those few seconds of actual climax where the sensations are so vivid you can loose control of yourself for an instant or two, you're body is shuddering, sensations flying around under your skin... so fabulous. Mike isn't one to stay in me very long after he fires off, so he soon pulls out leaving me with a very empty feeling back there and his cum running down the inside of my legs.
I always see dots in front of my eyes when Mike has fucked the cum out of me, it's lack of oxygen for a few moments maybe... I don't really know. For me, except for those dots, the after-glow of climax is a truly wonderful feeling, particularly in the pelvic areas, inside my thighs, my ass, my cock and balls, and even my lower belly... all tingling and buzzing, just awesome. There's a fireworks display at climax where you're temporarily in a different world, then the electricity around various parts of your body during the after-glow... nothing on earth compares to it. When we're fucking in bed Mike will sometimes cuddle for a bit, but he isn't the real romantic type, to be honest... once in a great while he'll surprise me and say something romantic to me. Mike's pulling on his dick a little and chuckling, "Holy shit, Richie... that was hot, thanks man. God Almighty, what a fabulous cum shot I fired up your ass!" Him saying that made me feel good, I say "Sure thing, Mike" but damn, I had to laugh a little myself at how happy it made me that he told me how hot it was... he liked it as much as I did, and that makes me feel good. I say, "Let me have a kiss, Mike... whaddaya say..." he frowns at me, "Don't act like a girl Richie, I couldn't stand if you acted that way... that's too gay." Looking down now, I say "Sorry" and he goes, "Oh, fuck... no... it's OK..." and he's pulling my head over to kiss my mouth. That kiss hit us both just right and we turned it into one of our sexiest wet kisses ever. It lasted maybe a minute and afterward we hugged together, not saying anything... both of us with semi-boners again. You see, he can show his love for me in different ways. His mouth at the side of my head, he says, "OK now, Richie?" I go, "Sure thing, Mike." He squeezed me harder and said, "Can we go now, go look at our car... that will hopefully be our car?" I mumbled, as usual, "Sure thing, Mike". I cleaned my rear end, got dressed, and we did just that.
Pulling the motorbike into Kelso's Jeep dealership, we rode slowly down the line of used cars until we get to the two year old Jeep we're thinking of buying. Mike says, "Well, it hasn't been sold yet... should we just decide this is the one and be done with it?" We've looked at maybe ten cars and narrowed it down to this one and a Mustang. I said, "Yes" and Mike mumbles, "Finally..." then he does a wheelie out of there, heading for the tomato farm to tell his mother. He used to scare the shit out of me with those wheelies, me clinging to him for dear life, but now I expect them... there's isn't much Mike does anymore that I don't expect because I've been studying him very closely for over two years now. The dust billowed up behind us as we roared down the dirt road leading to the tomato farm. It's only a quarter mile dirt road and then the black macadam parking lot appears out of nowhere and we park the bike there and go into the office to see his Mom. I call her Mom now too, Mike calls my Dad by Dad's first name. Mom's the nicest woman, always giving us an enthusiastic greeting with a warm, sincere smile. She credits me with saving Mike's life way back when and I guess I did, but I never bring that up to him. We tell her the good news, "We've made a decision, it's the red Jeep." She smiles, says "Good choice" and then calls her brother who's one of the salesman at the Jeep dealership. She gives the OK for her brother to prep the car and begin the paper work, we can pick it up tomorrow. Mike and I do a quick hand shake and hug congratulating ourselves on resolving one more college detail. We've got to pack clothes, and that's about it now... we're ready to go. Later, after lunch on the boardwalk, we're back at the house sitting in the yard smoking, Mike says "You said you'd tell me about the argument with Tiny Dick, I wanna know whatsup with that?" I take a deep breath thinking "lie to him" and then say, "It's going to piss you off Mike, it happened last summer man, when you were on the West coast with your brother. Is it Ok if we just leave it at that... I didn't initiate anything, ya know. I didn't purposely do anything behind your back...OK?"
Whatever Mike is doing he's fully engaged in it, like with smoking. He'll look at the cigarette he's smoking, take a big drag of it, then while the smokes drifting out his nose and mouths he'll stare at it again, rolling it in his fingers, studying it to see if it's different from the previous thousand cigarettes he's smoked. I watched him do this while waiting for his answer, which is... "No, it's not alright, Richie. Tom Brown, remember? You didn't tell me about him either." I inhaled my own cigarette remembering the slap Mike gave me when the Tom Brown fiasco broke. That deal wasn't anymore my fault than the Tiny incident was, it's that I didn't tell him about it that made Mike mad. He apologized for the slap back then, said he was jealous which really surprised him... rocked his image of himself. I said, "Tiny invited me to his pool last summer and basically raped me, but to be honest I didn't fight him off very hard. Then, remember that time in our bedroom? That time my face was all fucked up after a fist fight with Tiny? Well, he wanted to try it again that day and I said, no! and it ended-up in the fist fight." Mike's furrowed eyebrows indicates he didn't expect anything like this, but he doesn't say anything so I add, "We got in an argument at the Mall today because of the same thing... he wants to fuck me before I go away to college, said he'd drop an anonymous note on you telling about him fucking me last summer if I didn't do it with him. That's the whole story..." Mike made a face like "you gotta be shitting me", took one last drag off his smoke and flicked it over the hedge into the street, "OK, who else you screwing around with, either now or in the past?" I get all agitated saying, "God dammit Mike... nobody else, and you know that already. I'm your exclusive boyfriend, now and forever. Remember when you slapped me, you said that I could do what I wanted, that you didn't own me... and I said, 'Own me, Mike. Please, own me.' That's how I still feel about you, Mike... you're the only boy I've ever wanted. Both Tom Brown and Tiny Dick pulled that domination shit on me and before I knew it I was involved in something I didn't start or want. Why does this shit happen to me, anyway?" I look over at him after asking that rhetorical question and get a surprise...
Mike answers it. He gets an incredulous look on his face, stands up and puts a powerful grip on the back of my neck pulling me inside the house and over to the large mirror over the sofa, then says, "Look at yourself Richie. Look at your face, your body. What you see there in your reflection is that you're fucking adorable, even straight guys would think it, but wouldn't admit it. And you gravitate to a dominant personality... so if the dominant personality happens to be interested in guys, sooner or later you're probably gonna get his dick up your ass". I looked quizzically at our reflection thinking we look good together, we look perfect together." Mike goes on with, "Christ Almighty, I fought off the urge to do something sexy with you as long as I could, but you kept throwing yourself at me and I couldn't resist... get a clue, Richie. To someone interested in gay sex, you're desirable and submissive which makes you very doable..." I go, "I'm not that submissive, that's insulting, don't insult me Mike... that hurts too fucking much. Anyway, I have common sense and free will... and will power too." Mike mumbles, "Except in the cases of Tom Brown and Tiny Dick". I quietly go, "Yeah, except for those two times." I'm still staring at the two of us in the mirror thinking, Mike's much more attractive than me, so I mumbled, "Look at yourself, why don'tcha..." He says, "We all see things as we want to see them, you'll have to take my word for this... gay males will be attracted to you and come on to you... they won't to me, so you need to be on the lookout for that." He let go of my neck then and asked, in a surprised manner, "Tiny's dominant?" and as I was moving my head around getting the kinks out of my neck I told him about the incident with as many of the details as I could remember". He was shaking his head by the end saying, "You're too vulnerable, Richie... and you like getting fucked a little bit too much maybe." I thought to myself "Look whos talking", but I didn't say it out-loud. He goes, "Please... don't bullshit me, be honest with me, is there anything I do with you that you wish I wouldn't do? I don't want to take advantage of you, I swear to God I don't... I kinda, you know... I... well, you're wicked special to me." I looked in his eyes and said, "Oh no Mike... if anything, do more to me, not less. I like everything you do, don't change... please stay the same." He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, slowly nodding his head, saying, "What do you want to do about Tiny?" I go, "Don't hurt him Mike... I didn't start it or even expect it, but I was liking it before he was done so I'm not innocent, not completly." He says, "Lets ride over and you can tell him, with me sitting on my bike, that you don't care to be raped at this particular time...OK?" I go, "Sure thing, Mike" and that's what we did.
Tiny wasn't at the pool so I rang his bell. The look on his face when he opened the door was one of smug contentment, "I knew you'd be back for more. You're gonna need to take that submissive act up a couple of notches though... I got some things planned that give me a hard-on just to think about them. OK, get in here, the first thing you need to do..." I hold my hand up to get his attention and then interrupt to say, "I came over to tell ya face to face that I can't play with you and your tiny dick today. I'm sure you have some wonderful ideas for humiliating me, but you'll need to find another boy... you and me are one-and-done, we have zero future together where sex of any kind is concerned. Don't even bother asking again, the answer is no, no, no... You got it?!" His face was getting redder by the second, he points his finger at me and he says, "I'm going to so blow your cover with Mike, he's going to hear every detail and..." Interrupting again, this time with a laugh and then, "Yeah, blackmail is fun Tiny, but forget about it" and pointing over my shoulder with my thumb, I said, "I already told Mike and he's pissed off about it... he says you raped me and I guess I can see his point." Tiny gets up on his toes so he can see over my shoulder, his eyes get wide when he sees Mike. I glanced behind me and see Mike's giving Tiny the finger, he's got that blank expression on his face that us boardwalk boys knows is serious trouble for somebody. Tiny goes, "Oh shit..." pushes me in the chest to back me up and slams the door... I hear the dead bolt engage. Turning around and shrugging I go, "Guess he's not gonna invite us in". Back to the bike and, without further conversation, we roar off back home.
We picked up our Jeep the next day and took it for a long drive. We're so used to riding Mike's motorbike it was like luxurious in the Jeep. The rest of the week was all about doing things one last time and saying goodbye to friends we grew-up with. We had fun on the beach, in bed, and on the boardwalk a little bit too. We feel we're too old to hang out every night on the board, but we still love doing it so we met the guys there a few nights, keeping the childish horse play down to manageable levels. You know, not too much mocking the tourist or walking up behind a kid and tapping his left foot against his right with our foot, making him stumble or fall, then saying, "Hey, watch were you're going, OK dude!". We're a little old for that and for a lot of things we used to do on the boardwalk that got us giggling like girls at a pajama party. Yeah, us boys spent a lot of time on the boardwalk as younger teens and we all secretly miss it, but you gotta grow-up sometime. For us, as natives of Wildwood, we knew stuff about the boardwalk the tourist didn't and we had ways to get away with stuff, we just don't do those things anymore... best to leave it at that. The week flew by and we were soon with our rents at a nice restaurant in Somers Point having our bon voyage dinner. My dad had offered to drive down with us and get us settled but we politely declined his kind offer, it was actually the last fucking thing we needed, our parents getting us settled in college... ! The morning was finally here... another goodbye hug to both parents, the Jeep packed we all our stuff, the motorbike secured in a rack on the back, and then it was sayonara Wildwood until Thanksgiving break. Mike was driving, we were both wicked excited, we're going away to college.
The End
Watch for future Mike and Richie stories and other of my stories on Nifty.org (gay high school or gay college) in coming weeks... next one "Mike & Richie's First Week At College".
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