Olivers Adventures

OLIVER'S ADVENTURES

Chapter 3 (Wildwood)

by Donny Mumford

What would you imagine the biggest and most pleasant surprise in the life of a nineteen year old boy would be? For this nineteen year old gay boy it's my senior class trip. Well, that's the way I felt right after the trip our class took to Philadelphia. Miracles have never happened for me, but that trip is the closest thing to a miracle that I've experienced. By the end of it, and for the first time since my best friend Tyler's death, I really believe my life has a chance to be good, maybe even great. Everything went my way and I can't think of another personal experience that I can say that about. My life was not good for a long time, filled with sadness and heartaches over the the death of my best friend at an early age. What's taken the place of my grief is a yearning for sex. In the past few years I'd developed a strong urge for a gay sexual experience. One with a boy my age who's cute and wonderful and perfect. Not too much to hope for, right? The thing I mentioned that was almost-a-miracle occurred during my senior class trip when I hooked-up with a gay boy who exceeded all my previously mentioned desires; his name is Cristobal Juarez. After years of studying boy's faces and bodies, and fantasizing wild sexual encounters, Cristobal exploded in my world and was better than anything I fantasied. The real thing was better than I dreamed up in my head. During the bus ride back home after the trip, I had an achingly hard boner thinking about Cristobal and the sex we had together, and other things too. Like the two of us singing together at the open mall, and dancing together at the frat party he took me to, and kissing together, and bathing together and everything we did together; it was all like a dream come true. I never would have believed it if it hadn't actually happened to me. Previous to Cris I'd never even touched another boy's dick or had another boy touch mine, and then in one twenty-four hour period a huge blast of gay activity for me and with a boy who looks like a rock star. Amazing!

Fun thinking about that stuff, but about twenty minutes into the bus ride home the girl sitting across the aisle from me looks over and asks if I'm alright. but I have no idea what she means. Then my face gets red as I realize I'd moaned out-loud while thinking about the night Cristobal and I had together. Blushing wildly, I try to smile at her and reassure her I'm fine, and get through this embarrassing moment with minimal stuttering. And a little later I think she's flirting with me a little, asking about my sprained ankle and saying she likes my T shirt and stuff like that. I act shy, because I am shy, especially around girls. A minute or two later she gives up on me because I give short answers to her questions, plus where was she all year? No one paid any attention to me in school. She goes back to talking with her girl friend sitting next to her. And, I have better things to think about, fer sure, than her. The T-shirt she liked so much is the one Cristobal gave me after he'd shot cum up between us in his dormitory room the day before yesterday. It makes me smile to imagine the look on the girl's face if I'd told her about that. Basically I think about Cristobal all the way home, and then I thought about him a whole lot more once I got home. What a fabulous trip that was. And, my other trip, the clumsy one that caused me to badly sprain my ankle, was a good trip too because it led to Cristobal staying the night with me at the Holiday Inn. It's nice to know I'll always have those memories.

I still need to use one of the crutches I'd gotten at the hospital for my sprained ankle. Probably look like a dork hopping around, but what are ya gonna do? Getting on and off the bus was no fun, especially with my satchel and backpack, but I managed. It was awkward getting around the first couple of days back at school too. I can't concentrate on anything in school because it's all about Cristobal and that senior class trip; that's all I think about anymore. My mom and dad were interested in the trip of course, and luckily I went on that tour and ate a few meals with the class so I was able to recount those experiences, stretching them out so it seems like more than they were. Me having my own room is another thing I focused on and they seemed satisfied. They're just happy to see my mood change for the better since the trip. I've still got two final exams to take before graduation, and I have to give that valedictorian speech, but that's it for high school. Somehow I need to get myself to concentrate on school for one more weeks and I can handle that. Cristobal and me e-mail each other a couple times a day. His e-mails are about how hot we were together and he also includes a description, in some detail, of a different part of my body in each of his e-mails. He wrote a whole paragraph describing my ear. He's so funny. It probably won't surprise you to learn that I've been jerking-off three or four times a day thinking about the sexy things Cristobal and me did together. I'm shooting further than ever and the indescribable feeling when I shoot off has me gasping for air. I've gotten cramps in my toes and feet from clinching them so tightly when I climax. It's hotter for me because now I'm thinking about Cristobal when I'm pulling my pud. He's way better than my wildest imagination has ever come up with and I'm realizing I'm probably a little over sexed too, although that doesn't bother me. My parents see me sort of daydreaming a lot and ask if everything's alright, as if I could tell them exactly how how alright I am.

Because Cris and I are so busy at the end of our semesters, our e-mails are short and sweet. We sign off with "luv ya", but Cris has said we're not in love because we hardly know each other. Yeah, that's true, but if it isn't love I'm feeling, I wonder what it is. I know part of it is a strong wish to be with him again; damn, why didn't I ask him for a picture? Damn, I'm dumb!! Time keeps on moving no matter what so as hard as it is for me to concentrate on the mundane necessities of high school life, I force myself to do it and somehow I get through the last week without screwing anything up too badly. My brother Christain, my mom, dad and my grandmother were all in attendance for high school graduation ceremonies. Each senior is allotted a maximum of four tickets for the actual ceremony. I have a fairly large extended family, but only those four could hear my speech. Back at our house a group of well wishers were gathered for the graduation party my folks are giving for me. Some neighbors and relatives mostly, although a few guys from the swim team are going to stop by too, which surprises me. I've been looking forward to the party because I'm particularly interested in the graduation presents. First though, I should mention my valedictorian speech. I wrote the speech before the class trip and only revised it a bit after the trip. It was a typical "reach for your dreams" speech. I wasn't motivated to try to make it special because nothing about my high school experience has been special for, special in a good way, I mean. I had the speech memorized so there was no reason to be nervous, right? Wrong! When I stood up at the podium and looked out at the fifteen hundred people staring back at me I started to stutter and the more I stuttered the more nervous and uncomfortable I felt, and that made me stutter even more. The captain of the swim team, Jordan Caufield, was one of the many people up on stage with me. He had been voted by the class as, "The most likely to succeed" and he'd given a one minute speech earlier regarding that honor. I'd been on the swim team for three years and don't recall him ever speaking to me directly. Actually, I never thought he liked me. After I stuttered for about thirty seconds he casually got up and walked across the stage to me and put his arm across my shoulder speaking into the microphone, "Excuse me a second folks, I forgot to tell Oliver something important. Oh, by the way, did you realize Oliver was voted 'Most improved diver' for our team this year? Let's give him a hand." There was polite applause as Jordan leans over and whispers to me, "Oliver, did I ever tell you my favorite short joke?" His lips brush my ear as I shake my head side to side slightly to indicate, 'No, he hadn't'. This situation with Jordan coming over and interrupting was obviously beyond weird, but none-the-less. having him there gave me this strangely calm feeling, my body and brain just relaxed. The audience patiently waited as Jordan whispered this quick joke to me, "A three-year-old boy was examining his testicles while taking a bath. 'Mommy,' the little boy asked, 'Are these my brains?' His mom said, 'Not yet there not'."

My mouth stayed open as I listened and my eyes were getting bigger and bigger as Jordan told this joke. He whispered it to me in a very matter-of-fact manner without hurrying it, as if we're standing in the cafeteria line for lunch. It was surreal listening to this little joke while staring at all those people, who were all staring back at me. When Jordan said, "Not yet" I laughed out loud and then whispered back to Jordan, "Should I tell the audience?" He said, "Probably best not to." He squeezed the back of my neck and says, "Give 'em hell, teammate." And, I did. I apologized for the delay and said that my swim team captain had just reminded me that my speech will go over the time limit if I leave the stuttering in, so I'll omit it. " And, I breezed through the speech with almost no stuttering and got a nice ovation at the end. I'm sure the ovation was mostly from relief that my stuttering had been controlled. What Jordan did for me was by far the nicest thing that ever happened to me in high school. After the graduation ceremonies I went up to Jordan to thank him for saving my ass and he was very gracious. He said, "Fuck Oliver, you're my team mate. We'll always be team mates and team mates help each other out when they can. Your speech was great." I invited him to my party and he kind of chuckled at that and said he's try to make it. He never did of course, but I still have this nice feeling about Jordan where before I probably would have gone the rest of my life thinking he was an asshole. Jeez, there's a life lesson in there someplace.

My graduation party went very well and the uncles and aunts that usually have too much to drink at family outings had too much to drink at my graduation party too. My cousins were nice with their congratulations and they made me feel kind of important for the day. They said they're jealous because they had one or two years left of high school left and they couldn't wait to get out. Not everyone loves the high school experience it seems. I smiled at them and tried not to act too superior. My graduation presents went pretty much the way I expected. I got mostly cash, almost four hundred dollars. The main gift was from Christain and it was a completely, over-the-top, surprise. He bought me a Mini Cooper Convertible. Bright red with a black top. The Mini Cooper attracted my attention when Cristobal's room mate, Davis Moore, picked us up in his Mini convertible to take me to the hospital after I'd sprained my ankle. It's all I talked about to Christain when I got home from the trip. Talking about Cristobal fucking me didn't seem like a good idea and I hadn't done much sight-seeing when I was in Philly, so I went on and on about how cool that car was. Naturally I never thought I'd get one any time soon. Who buys their little brother a thirty thousand dollar car for a high school graduation present? Well, my brother, that's who. I hugged him with tears in my eyes. He said how proud of me he was. Later, when Christain had too much to drink he asked me again how I liked the car. He was probably looking for me to gush over it some more, which I was glad to do. I said, "Are you kidding me, Christian? I love it beyond words." That seemed to please him and he hugged me again and this time he also kissed me a number of times on my face and then once right on my lips. He slurred his words when he mumbled, "I'm sorry Oliver, but I love you so much" and then he let go of me and I didn't see him again that night. Later when I asked dad, he told me Christian had wisely gone back to his apartment to catch-up on some sleep. Dad told me Christian is making lots of money, but the pressure of the job is causing him to lose sleep and drink too much. The entire episode left me feeling weird, so I didn't want to think about it too much. There simply isn't anyone in my life who means more to me than Christain and I love him unconditionally. He could do no wrong in my eyes. Still, what was the kissing all about?

Three of my swim-team teammates did surprise me by actually showing up at my party and I eventually left with them to go to another teammates' graduation party. It's almost like having friends, but unfortunately now high school's over. Where were they when I really needed them? Of well, better late then never, I guess. If I had one more year of high school maybe I would have made real friends. It's just that I got started off all wrong in High School and once you're labeled a geek it's hard to shed the image. Teenagers don't have a ton of self-confidence so they aren't going to take a chance befriending a labeled geek like me. Oh well, geek or not, I made it through high school. Seniors get out of school three weeks before the underclass kids so I have a head start on summer vacation. My dad's arranged for a summer job working for the company he works for, but the job doesn't start until after the Forth of July holiday. And there some sort of cursory interview before I star, but the job's pretty much assured. So what to do before we go on our annual family vacation? What I do is I goof off for a few weeks, mostly driving my new, then during the last two weeks in June I'm going to our usual vacation spot, Wildwood, New Jersey. Wildwood is a seaside resort town with huge beaches and a boardwalk that beats all other boardwalks. Christain and I have had a blast in Wildwood during past summers, but he's been working for the last couple of years so I go with my mom and dad alone. It's not as much fun without Christain, although I still do love the place. First up though, like I said, is some serious motoring in my new Mini Cooper, and I'll do a little of my old favorite pass-time of bike riding. In the cooler mornings I do bicycling and then when it warms up I drive the Mini all over the place, naturally with the top down. Forty mile bicycle rides keep my body in good shape and there isn't any place in the forty mile range, twenty miles out and twenty miles back, that I haven't become familiar with over the years. I have my favorite locations and I concentrated on them the first week. The thought of visiting that infamous rest area where derelicts occasionally hung-out in the men's room entered my head, but I let it fly right back out of my head. I do not stop there. My top-down Mini motoring is such a blast. It makes me feel ultra cool and I can't help wondering what Tyler would have thought of all this. And, how much more fun the motoring would be if he were riding shotgun with me. I wonder what he would look like now if he had lived. Yeah, I still shed a tear for him once in a while. Maybe I always will. When you bond with another person like Tyler and I did, it is a bonding that last forever. There is never a 'time to say goodbye'. Tyler pops-up in my head from time to time, but now my mind is pretty much filled with thoughts of Cristobal. We sent our last e-mail right after I graduated. He and twenty-three other college kids left the next day on a twelve week tour of Europe. It's a trip sponsored by the University, but it's open to other schools too. Cris was super excited about meeting new people and seeing four different countries in Europe up close and personal. The main objective of the trip is for the kids to see the real everyday life in these countries, not just the tourist spots. It's a backpack-only trip and absolutely no lap tops or anything computerized is allowed. The most modern thing allowed is a wristwatch. Best not to even think about sneaking an iPod on the trip. It's all about exchanging ideas, about talking among themselves and connecting with Europeans, and not about privately listening to music or playing a computer game. Cristobal said he's looking forward to not seeing a computer or TV or hearing a CD or anything like that for three whole months. He's all for conversation and exploration. It doesn't sounds all that great to me, but that's just me. I miss e-mailing with Cris, but I'm loving my new car and feeling good about myself in general, which is an awesome reversal of fortune for me personally. That car and especially Cris have given me a big boost in my self image and self confidence. I feel cool now pulling up to the Deli, for example, and buying an Italian hoagie or cheese steak. I take my time being super smooth, impressing the guys who worked there, particularly one blond headed boy who I'm hoping to get to know this summer. He's very shy, like I used to be, and it's slow going with him, but I'm patient. Of purse he's probably not even gay, but nothing ventured nothing gained, as Christian always says. I feel like maybe other people are sneaking peeks to see who the cool dude in the brand new shiny Mini Cooper convertible might be. Almost a celebrity instead of a geek is a big change for me. It's nice just not feeling like my old usual self anymore; my old self was kinda like a little mouse peeking around a corner.

The week before we were to head for Wildwood I'm coming out of the Mall with a new CD and I run into that girl who asked if I was okay on the bus ride home from Philly. We smile and give little waves at each other, but when I get in my car she looks over at me and mouths, "Oh my God," and then she come running right over to the car. She couldn't give me enough compliments about how cool I look in this hot set of wheels and would I take her for a ride? See what I mean about feeling like a special dude, a real hot shit? Damn, thanks, Christian! The girl's name is Pattie Reynolds and she flattered me so much I blurted out, "You need a ride home?" She asks me to wait a minute as she runs back in the Mall to tell her mother she's getting a ride home with a friend. Pattie's kinda girly-cute. Small, about five feet tall with shortish blond hair and dark brown eyes. She doesn't wear much make-up and she looks pretty good for a girl, I guess. Regular girl's body with maybe a little extra weight around her hips and ass. Needless to say, I didn't find her sexy at all, but it did feel good showing-off driving my Mini convertible with a popular chick right there next to me. I take a round-about way to her house hoping to be seen by someone I know and sure enough Robby Fisher and Marty Steinberg from the swim team spot me and wave me over near the high school. They both know Pattie and we all end up at a Berger King for some lunch. Jeez, I guess I'm shallow, but I feel fabulous being almost a member of the "in crowd" for a day. The four of us are sitting around a table talking and laughing when a couple more guys from our senior class come in and joined us. Robby asks me to tell the new guys about Jordan interrupting my speech at graduation with the toddler/testicles joke. The new guys said, "Yeah, we wondered what Jordan said to you to make you laugh out loud like that." So I told the story and when I said the punch line "Not yet" one of the guys was about to swallow a mouthful of soda, but he had to laugh and instead of swallowing it he snorted the soda in two streams right out both his nostrils. He screamed in pain because it hurts to have ice cold soda flowing through sinuses, I would think. Everyone is going, "Gross, yuck. Don't get that booger-juice on me." Blowing soda out his nose was funnier than the little joke and it had us all laughing pretty good. It was a cool time and when I left with Pattie it was like the party was breaking up because we were leaving. Ha ha. It's almost like I finally got popular, but too late to enjoy it. Pattie says she had fun and would I go with her to her girlfriends' party tomorrow night. So now I get to date a popular girl from high school. Damn, a real date. My first one since forever. I get cold feet the next day, but I said I'd go so I will. Getting ready the next night, I fuss about what to wear and fixing my hair just right and I'm a bit of a mess. I'm nervous when I pick Pattie up the next night and away we go. At the party she drinks grapefruit juice and vodka, so I do too. It wasn't bad, but it does sneak up on you if you're not careful. I wasn't careful. We dance and I couldn't help but think how grateful I am that Cristobal taught me some dance steps just a few weeks back. Just in the nick of time for my first real 'date'. I'm still not very good at dancing, but I get by. Some of this crowd are snobs and, quite frankly, boring. So we left early while the party's still going on. I'm feeling a little bit drunk when we pull into her driveway. Pattie goes, "Oliver, we'll have to pull these front seats up near the dashboard because that backseat you have in this car is so small. We certainly can't make-out in the front with the gear shift in the middle so it'll have to be the backseat. I can't wait to taste your pouting lips." I go, "Huh? What?" She laughs and claims I'm funny. We do what she said and I find myself squeezed in the backseat with Pattie and she's hot to trot. I don't think she's as drunk as me, but she'd been drinking. We have the top down and I was about to say something about how pretty the night sky is, but she doesn't give me the chance. Right off she takes a fistful of my hair in her little fists and attacks my mouth with her tongue. In between kisses she's going on about how shy and cute I am. Then, before I can get a word out, she quickly has her big tongue back in my mouth again. It's awful. I try pretending, with my eyes closed, that it's Cristobal, but that didn't work so I tried to pretend Pattie was Pat, as in a guy. That didn't work either. It was like I was acting in a movie as I tried to do what I thought I should do. Her tits pressing up against me gave off a revolting, mushy feeling. All I could think of was the way Cristobal's body felt. So hot and tight, not squishy and soft and yucky.

I guess I was faking it okay because Patti goes, "Oh Oliver, you naughty boy you. You've got me so hot it's not even funny." She's now poking at my crotch which is embarrassing because my dick has shriveled-up like I'm sitting in a tub of cold water. I keep moving my hips protecting a direct jab to my soft cock. She finally says, "I'd better get inside before we go too far, Oliver. I don't know if I can trust you much longer. Don't be mad at me." I say, with relief flooding all over me, "Oh, sure Pattie. It's alright. I unfortunately gotta get going too." She straightens up her clothes, and goes, "Well Oliver, aren't you going to ask me out?" I tell her I want to, but me and my family are going away on the family vacation in two days. I pretend to be pissed-off about that and she tells me to call her when I get back or she'd be calling me, and I go, "You bet, Pattie, tonight was great. Thanks." She leans back into the car and gave me another wet kiss and I manage not to gag somehow. Oh my God, I couldn't stand one more after that and that's no lie. Climbing out of the backseat real fast so she can't try for another kiss, we wave goodbye with Pattie showing a look of bliss or some such thing on her face. I let out a long sigh of relief and the look on my face is not blissful. Checking my watch because the night seems like it went on for ten or twelve hours, I see it's only been just under four hours since picking Pattie up. Stepping on the gas I lay some rubber getting out of there, then slow down remembering the booze on my breath. Getting pulled over by the police is not a good idea. Driving home I'm thinking, 'Well, so that's a date. Jeez, I haven't missed much, that's for damn sure!'

Surviving the date, but just barely, I go to sleep after whacking off thinking about Cris. Then the next morning my parents seem to be impressed that I was on a date and I try acting like it's no big deal although I did mention Pattie's a very popular girl back in high school. Impressing them a little more so I get some benefit from the experience. Christian wants to take mom, dad and me out to dinner before we leave for Wildwood. It's the first time I'd seen him since the graduation party two weeks ago. At the restaurant he acts just like the Christain of old and there's no mention of the party and that other thing; for example, him drinking too much and kissing me on the lips, that sort of thing was avoided during dinner conversation. We talked about the new car a little, as well as our up-coming trip to Wildwood and how much Christain wished he could go with us like the old days. When dessert's served he makes an unexpected announcement. He's accepted a promotion to the 'creative' side of programming. He's now a vice president of new product development, the company is getting into computer games. Big raise in pay, but he'll have to re-locate to Seattle, Washington. We all congratulate Christain, but our hearts are heavy too because he'll be living so far away. He's moving right away too. I guess things move fast in the business world. We'll be in Wildwood when he moves so this was goodbye for at least three months. When he's got things up and running on the West coast he promises to come back east for a visit. Christain gives me an envelope with a first class round-trip American Airlines ticket good for use any time in the next year "Please come out this summer, Oliver. I miss you already." We take turns hugging him goodbye and he's gone.

As soon as he leaves it feels empty in the restaurant somehow. Mom, dad, and me look at each other with sad faces. Christian has always been the energy for all of us; he's always been the one who got things going and made everything seem fun. Well, we're on our own now. Next day we get up early and packed the SUV with bed sheets and towels and beach chairs and all kinds of food, and a lot more stuff than I could imagine us using. My folks have rented a duplex or condo, I never know which is which, for our two weeks in Wildwood. It's a new unit with two bedrooms, two baths, a family room and a big kitchen. Luxurious place two blocks straight up from the beach, which is very convenient. The boardwalk starts four blocks down from our place on the left. Sweet! I'm now excited about going. This is the first year I'll be driving myself, with a hot new Mini convertible I'd be crazy not to. Mom and dad knew not to bother even trying to talk me out of driving. We live in western Pennsylvania so Wildwood is about a five hour drive under normal circumstances. The Mini is not normal so I'm waiting outside our duplex forty-five minutes before my dad pulls in. I say to him, "I haven't been waiting but five or ten minutes". My dad mumbles, "I'll bet." We have the second floor unit and it's choice with a view of the ocean off the back deck. There's also a view of strawberry-blond twin teenage boys off the back deck too. They're across the alley-way from us wrestling together on their deck. What a fabulous view it is too, and the Atlantic Ocean looks nice too.

I'd guess the twin are about sixteen years old. Great age for boardwalk activities. I'm nineteen, so on the boardwalk I just observe the scene now. No goofing around or trying to start some fun and games. That's for the younger guys to initiate. Us old nineteen year old guys try to look like we've been there and done that nonsense. Jeez, it was fun back then though. Oh well, in the fall I'm off to a prestigious Ivy League University as a Freshman, so I'll get to act like a goof there. Here I know I'm just suppose to act super-cool and above it all. After I help unload everything from the SUV I go out on the back deck again, but no twins in sight this time. I tell my folks I'll be at the beach. That's where the twins will be, is my guess. They both have little pony tails of wavy strawberry-blond hair, which reminds me of Cristobal's short pony tail, but of course he has dark brown hair. The twins looked very hot from a distance, but you can find yourself disappointed if you expect too much up close. It's difficult to distinguish facial features from the distance I spied those two from. But, even from that far away I could tell that their bodies are tight and hot so I'm anxious to check them out. Walking on the beach while looking at boys is something I've enjoyed doing for years, so this isn't anything new to me. Hell, for years now I'd been scoping out boys here in Wildwood during my vacations, as well as, closely checking-out hot boys back home during the rest of the year too. At the moment I have specific boys in mind though. The twins.

Just as I suspected, they're on the beach directly down from our duplexes. It's where my mom and dad will be in a little while and then every day after today from about nine till five . They both enjoy the sand and ocean and sun and all that goes with it. There are so many people here with their kids that boy-watching is a blast and the variety of boys is astounding. But as I said, right at the moment the twins are my objective. I observe them from the edge of the beach, and from here they're still looking good, so I step onto the sand and walk closer. Amazing! The closer I got the better they look. Real close-up, about ten feet, they're taking my breath away. They are absolutely and unbelievable cute. Getting myself under control, I casually opened my beach chair; my heart pounding a little faster than normal and my pecker twitching inside my boardy swimsuit. When I sit down I do it in such a way that it's obvious to anyone noticing me that I couldn't care less about the adorable strawberry-blond twins almost right next to me. I'm oblivious to them; for the first two or three minutes anyway. The temptation to look over at them is great and when I do I find them still sitting side by side in identical, very low to the sand beach chairs. These are identical twins. Without realizing I'm even doing it, I wet my lips. Holy shit, was this lucky! Hope they're going to be here the whole two weeks. Jeez, identical twins; both with big green eyes under long eyelashes that are almost white. Freckles across their cute pug noses and not a single blemish anywhere on their faces. I'm doing more lip licking, feeling like a perve. It's like one twin is a mirror reflection of the other, that's how identical they are.These two are way past look-alikes; they're exact duplicates of each other. They each have this little cute chin with dark-pink puffy bow shaped lips right above it.Their swimwear is identical board shorts, of course. Off-white ones with pale green lettering that spells "AM BIG UOUS". The boys sit so close together it doesn't look natural somehow. Their arms touch all along the arm of their chairs. At the moment they're quiet, both staring out at the vast ocean while absently bouncing their feet in the sand and working their jaws energetically chewing something which turns out to be bubble-gum. Every thirty seconds or so, in sync, they blow pink bubbles with their heads bending back as each tried to blow the biggest bubble. I stared at them with my mouth hanging open.

Their chairs are positioned under a big beach umbrella to protect their light skin from the sun, I suppose. Looking at their 'boardie' swimsuits makes me think about how 'hot' they would look in tight speedos. I think of my brother's small tight red speedo that I use to wear. It was a speedo bathing suit he wore at age eleven and I wore it when I was fourteen. That was fun back then, before the accident. I basically liked to wear it because he had worn it before me, and also because it was so small on me it made my cock look bigger. Jeez, I wonder what the twins' cocks look like. I'll bet they're identical too. Wouldn't that be something to see! They're very well built boys who, this close, appear to be more like fourteen or fifteen, rather then my first guess of sixteen. Too young for anything but ogling. I can see a little hair growing on the calf part of their legs and a few hairs sticking out from under their armpits, but other than that their bodies are very smooth. I get an embarrassing boner looking at them; I mean, what yummy eye-candy. Simultaneously they turn their heads to face one another and smile this big smile showing perfectly white teeth and big dimples; okay, cute doesn't cover these too adequately, but I'm stuck with cute 'cause I can't think of a better word at the moment. They both take out their wad of bubble gum and wrap them in the same tissue. Their heads come together and they hold hands loosely as they whispered and then then start laughing. The laughing got more intense as they put their arms around each other. My boner starts leaking and I let out a little moan. It has been over a month since my night with Cristobal and the thought of his touch fills my mind as the twins hold each other lightly and continued to laugh. A fat lady next to them turns towards the twins and she's laughing too. She talks through her laughter to the boys, but I can't make-out what she's saying. Their mother? She did have reddish blond hair and very light skin like the boys, lots of it too. A beached white whale. Apparently some sort of a family joke was going on because all of a sudden the thin man next to the fat lady sat up laughing along with the other three. He's lost most of his hair along the way, and what remains around the sides is bleached out in the sun or it could be light gray or light blond.

The laughing continued and I can't help but wonder what's so fucking funny? It's kind of annoying because I can't detect anything that happened to start them all laughing. What could it have been? Oh well, after too long they calm down and talk a little among themselves before all standing up and walking down towards the ocean. The twins are never more than an inch apart and the left side of one twins' perfect butt cheek rubs against the other twins' right butt cheek as they walk down the beach towards the ocean. Each plump butt cheek is a nice handful of ass. God, I need to jerk off. The four of them wade into the ocean up to their waists and then inch in little by little till they all finally do a half-ass dive into a small wave. They come up shaking their heads to clear the salt water from their faces. The twins swim a little distance away from the parents, but stay very close to each other. They wade out further and begin body surfing with the bigger waves, one twin always waiting for the other before going out for another wave. My boner's very hard and I figure the water will make it lighten-up so I get up and head down to the ocean. My boardies have side pockets and I keep my hands in them to hold my boner against my belly with one hand and my swim suit away from it with the other as I walk. The boner's feeling fine, of course. Once I'm in the water, which is still quite cool this early in the summer, my boner goes down quickly. Naturally I want to get close to the twins, so I casually maneuvered my way over to where they're body surfing. They do a lot of quick hugging after successfully riding a wave in to the beach. Lots of smiles at each other too. There are many people in the water because this is a section of beach with life guards, and people want to swim where they have that protection. No matter that's it's crowded, the twins pay absolutely no attention to anybody except each other. It's a treat just to watch them, but I soon want more than just watching. When they dive into a wave to body surf toward the beach I'm going to purposely get in their way so they have no choice but to collide with me. A lot of body surfing is blind anyway. You pick-out a lane that's open and dive with the wave and ride the wave to the beach with your eyes closed to keep out the salt water. If someone wanders into the lane you've chosen, you surf right into them. Happens a lot, but maybe not as often as you might imagine. Waders get use to watching for body surfers. I wade over to their area and when the twins dive together into a pretty good wave, I purposely get right int their lane and two seconds later I'm tangled-up in twins. Awesome!

All four of the twin's hands grab some part of my body as all three of us flounder under waist high ocean water. I'd gone right under water with them while trying to touch as much of them as I could in the short period before we all come up gasping for air and blowing salt water out of our mouths and noses. Pervert alert! Haha. It's fun though. Unfortunately for me none of the parts of my body grabbed by the twins was near my crotch area and I hadn't had any luck blindly trying to find theirs' either. Life is jammed packed with disappointments. I insinuate myself in between the boys, but they correct that situation immediately and are standing in the water side by side before the one on the left says, "Dude, we're so sorry. Are you okay?" What a sweet sounding husky voice he has, sweet and so sexy. I stutter, "Ya yea yeah, I'm fine. It was ma, my fault guys. Sorry." The same twin who spoke the first time looks at his brother and says, "Let's go dry off, Noah," then looks back at me, and goes, "You staying around here?" I take that question as an invitation to join them wading in to the beach with them, telling them the address of my duplex, which is, of course, right behind where they're staying. The twins can't get over the coincidence of us neighbors bumping into each other like this. Out of the water now, the talkative twin on the left says, "Well, I'm Nathan North and this is my identical twin brother, Noah. Nice to meet you". He made a question out of the word 'you' and I notice right away that he's acting older and more confident than he looks, seemingly very sure of himself. I tell him my name and shake hands with each of them. Nathan did all the talking for the twins, but he conferred with Noah frequently through eye expressions only. Noah just smiles at Nathan and nods his head 'yes' to confirm any and everything Nathan says. It's very sweet, and there's that word again, but they are fucking sweet! I stare at them openly; they are so beautiful it's hard to put into words, and yet they seem to be totally unaware of their extraordinary looks.

Up on the beach I pull my chair over to them and we talk. They're fourteen years old which is too young for me to hope for anything sexual. I was afraid that would be the case as soon as I got close to them on the beach earlier, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy their company. Their vacation is for the entire month of June so they've been here two weeks already and would be here the last two weeks that I'd be here. They have an older brother who's golfing. Nathan's conversation is all over the place. Telling me they live in Delaware and they, the twins, are each others' best friend and the weather has been great so far. Then he informs me I must go on the roller coaster with them, and the Double Shot is the best thrill ride in Wildwood, and this and that, and on and on. Nathan's quite chatty, while Noah's the opposite. I really like looking at Nathan and listening to his voice, I can just about feel someones' stares boring into me and so I glance past the twins and there stands Mrs Obese and Mr Malnutrition. Both of them peer hard and grumpily at me. One thing led to another and I could tell the parents didn't want a nineteen year old hanging with their kids. I don't blame them, but I'm hanging with their kids anyway. I give them my best smile as I'm giving off my most polite behavior while, at the same time, I pretend I don't notice the parent's rude staring behavior. In a short while my personality and wit wins them over and they loosen up a little, or I may have just worn them down. Hopefully they can see I'm innocent enough and fairly harmless. I do a little extra stuttering trying for the sympathy angle. Also, I didn't stay with them very long because I don't want the parents to think I'm stalking the twins, even though I am. I want them to think of me as just a neighbor they'd have for the next two weeks. That's all I am, a harmless neighbor. No biggie. Maybe I could baby-sit the twins some night that the parents want to go out dancing or something. Believe me, I did not say that to them. If I had they'd probably have called the police. They're apparently ultra protective of the boys.

I tell everyone nice it's been meeting them, but that I need to leave and help my mom make-up the beds and stuff like that. The twins frown at that comment, but the mother nods her head like she approves. Off I go carrying my little beach chair. What the hell, I'll try the boardwalk for a while. I run into my mom and dad who are on their way to the beach while I'm on the way back to the duplex, so I stop and mention I want to check out the boardwalk. The boardwalk always has people on it, but it's most crowded in the morning and then again in the evening. Most of the afternoon people only come up off the beach to eat lunch and get drinks, but some of us are just walking the boards so, like I said, there's always some kind of action going on. It's about three o'clock when I buy a slice of Mac pizza and a birch beer soda and sit on a bench to eat and drink, and to look at the passing parade and think about the twins. As usual lots of young guys to ogle at. There are the normal number of freaks and geeks too, but they're everywhere it seems and I ignore them. I ignore them, but it always fascinated me the variety of people one sees. No matter where it is that you might be people-watching, there's one thing you can count on, the fatter the person the more food they're sure to be carrying and eating. My first minute of people-watching produces three very large people, their hands full with food stuff. One hand holding huge pieces of fried dough covered in sugar representing at least two thousand calories per piece, and in their other hand is a quart of diet soda so they can pretend they're watching their weight.

Across the boardwalk near the ramp that leads up from the street are five boys about sixteen years old, who all had the same buzz cut haircut. By the posture of the the various boys it's easy to guess who the leader of the group is. Four of the kids are focused on one tall boy with blond buzzed hair who's smoking a cigarette, talking and pointing his finger at one of the boys. Shortly they all brake up laughing. The blond kid is so good looking he takes my breath away. First the twins and now this kid. Jeez, what excellent viewing material in Wildwood this year! So hot!! I watch the group for fifteen minutes until the 'leader of the pack' nods his head in the direction of the amusement rides and they all step off together in that direction. A real cute, young looking kid gets right next to the blond boy and they walk together step for step. It's odd, but they have the same swagger as if one of them was imitating the other. The cute kid stays almost as close to the blond boy as the twins stay to each other. Where the tall blond boy goes, that's where the cute, young-looking kid goes. It's curious and I'm interested, so I wait a few seconds, then follow them down the boardwalk trying to get close enough to hear what they're talking about. I'd never have the guts to get a close buzz cut like those guys have, but their buzzed heads look cool on them though, I don't know, it's almost as if they're daring someone to say something about it. The original group meets two more buzzed-boys at the Double Shot amusement ride. The new guys are both short and one of them has buzzed bright red hair and bizarre large, hoop earrings and tattoos, plus a stud in his lower lip. That is one strange looking pirate. He stays close to an average looking kid who's about the same size as the red head. Nothing particularly unusual about his buddy until he smiles and then, Jesus, his smile makes me smile. Contagious grin on that kid. What a bizarre, but hot group. It can't be a coincidence they all have buzz cuts, it must be a gang thing. I still can't get over how hot both the tall blond kid and his cute shadow are. Both of them, well the taller on is hotter, while his shadow is cuter. Wish I knew them both. Then I think, 'What the fuck, this is too interesting to pass-up', and I buy a ticket and stand in line for the Double Shot right behind the buzz-cut seven. They appear to ignore everyone else as they goof around making good natured fun of each other. I can tell it's all in good fun because there's lots of laughing and poking each other in the side or rubbing heads and blowing smoke rings in each other's faces. All kinds of inside jokes and the general sort of messing-around teens do. I suppose it's annoying to adults, but I'm close enough to their ages that I recall it's fun to goof off like they're doing, although I didn't do a lot of it because of my situation, that being depression lingering from the accident.

I'm wearing sunglasses and a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball cap. I have my hands in my pockets casually playing with myself as I stare at this exotic group of boys. Taking me completely by surprise, the leader kid turns his head and looks directly at me saying, "Why don't ya take a fucking picture, it'll last longer, dick head." The other six boys stop talking and stare at me. I had no clue he'd even noticed me up till he said that, and I get a little nervous because some boys do not like strangers looking at them. Well, I'm not a fighter anyway, but even if I were there's seven of them. They're a couple years younger than me, but there's still seven of them. I stutter, "Sa sa sorry for staring. I, I was really just day-dreaming. Nothing personal." The cute kid next to the blond boy says, "Oh, he's okay, Mike. He's not looking for trouble." Mike says, "Shut-up, Richie., nobody's talking to you," and to me he says, "Ya got any cigarettes on ya?" As he's saying that he's also pushing one of his boys out of the way to get directly in front of me. Other people in line begin to take notice of some sort of confrontation. I hold both my hands up in front of my chest, palms out, saying, " Na, na, no cigarettes, I'm sorry, but I don't smoke and Richie's right, I'm not looking for trouble." Mike's hand shoots out hitting the bill of my baseball cap, sending it flying. I'm startled as he grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head down making me bend at the waist. The first jerk on my hair makes me bite my bottom lip and I taste blood. I go, "Hey, what the fuck?" I can't believe he had the nerve to do this right in front of all these people. God, he really pulls on my hair and my god damn lip stings too and it feels like it's swelling-up. "Ouch! Jesus Christ, that hurts, man," I whine as I hold onto his wrist. Mike pulls my head towards him until the top of my forehead hits his solid, flat stomach. He's very strong and easily pushes my head down further until my nose is pressed into his crotch and he humps his hips into my face saying, "You wish you could blow me, don't ya? Well, answer me." I tried to say something like, 'Please let go of my hair, I don't want to blow you', but my mouth is pressed against his crotch. He has my neck bent back in a very uncomfortable position. I can feel his penis trough his shorts pushing side-ways against my mouth. My words are totally muffled into his cargo shorts leaving a wet trail of my blood-tinged saliva along the front of them.

He twist his fist putting more pressure on my hair, while pulling and lifted up. My head follows wherever he put the pressure. My face is dragged against his body, up his crotch, past his belly, past his chest and finally his face. The further up he pulls my head the closer I need to shuffle my feet towards him. The other guys stare and giggle and swallowed hard. A couple of them have their hands in their pockets playing with themselves. This Mike kid is a few inches taller than me so when I end-up standing flat against his body my nose is level with, and pressed into his chin. His hand holding a fistful of my hair is just above his nose and I can see his slightly bulging bicep out of my left eye. It didn't seem like he was exerting a hell of a lot of effort controlling me either. I smell cigarette smoke and juicy fruit gum on his breath. Other than that his face smells good. I'm lightly holding him at his waist and as he pulled on my hair harder I go totally up tight against his body from toes to my face, pressing into him. My right sunglass lens is pressed into his nose. He holds my hair with his right hand and with his left hand he rubs up the back of my long hair one time slowly as if he's playing with it, almost a caress, almost a hug. Then he startled me again by grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing it for a second, then rub up my back tightly and finally up the back of my head again. His body against mine begins to feel so good. Real low he says to me, "Relax a little, kid. Just do what I tell ya. You're doing fine. Relax against me. Do it, relax! It'll be okay" so I do what he told me to do. Something in his voice made me want to please him. Odd, I know, but I let my body relax and he lessened the hold on my hair a tiny bit. It's such a weird feeling to be against this strange, tough boy as he squeezes the back of my neck. Initially my body was stiff as a board, but I'm very docile for him now. Waiting, I guess, for him to tell me what to do next. I couldn't get any tighter up against him if someone strapped us together. Also it's obvious I'm getting short of breath and my dick is stirring, moving actually. How incredibly strange. My mind thinks briefly of Ryjohn and how he had done a variation of this control thing on me in the Philadelphia projects. As I lean into Mike's body I'm now positive I'm starting to get a boner. I'm kinda hoping he'd say something else so I can hear that voice again, but instead he moves his cheek back and forth against the hair on the side of my head while continued to rub from my ass up to the back of my head. I continued to lean into him and I really want to wrap my arms around him and hug him. My eyes start stinging for some reason, but this feels good.

Just when I'm thinking everything will be fine like he said, he tightens his grasp on my hair, pulls it hard and then pushed my head away from him real fast just before yanking it one last time and then letting go. My sunglasses jerk off my face falling to the boards. The falling sunglasses are followed lazily by a dozen or more of my hairs that Mike has pulled out of my head. One of the buzzed kids quickly picks up my sunglasses and puts them on. The cute kid, Richie, says, "Kyle found a pair of sunglasses on the boardwalk. They look cool on you Klye." To me Mike goes, "We don't like being stared at, asshole. Got it?" The entire incident lasted about a minute although it seemed much longer. Gasping, I say, "Fuck dude, I'm outta here." I turn around and leave the Double Shot line and quickly walk away. Mike calls after me, "Was it something I said?" They all stay put because they don't want to lose their place in line for the ride. Glancing back l see all the buzzcut boys exchanging looks and grins with each other. There's some high-fiving and fist to fist bumping. I look quickly at the one who's wearing my sunglasses and he jerks his chin up aggressively like he's saying, "I'm keeping 'em. What ya gonna to do about it." Others in line, those not with the buzzcut gang, looked puzzled or annoyed as if they're thinking, "What was that....?" I look for my baseball cap and can't spot it for a few seconds and then I see the wind blow it off the boardwalk down to the beach toward the ocean. That was my favorite hat. Screw it! Looking back across the boardwalk at Mike and the rest of them still in line, three of the guys see me looking at them and they all give me the finger. Mike has his arm around Richie's shoulders whispering something to him. That whole thing was so off-the-wall and unnecessary, and I feel like the biggest smacked ass dork in the world, being bullied by younger kids, jeez! Then the buzzcut kid with that unbelievable smile stares over at me and when we made eye contact he gives me another one of his big smiles and in spite of the whole humiliating affair I incongruously smile back at him. He sort of waved at me and mouths "See ya around, maybe."

That was just one more weird aspect to this delightful affair. See ya around, my ass, I think, 'Not if I see you first'. Naturally I'm terribly embarrassed, feeling like a loser again. I start in on myself with the, 'I should have kicked him in the balls,' and, the popular rationalization, 'He wouldn't act so tough if he wasn't with his fucking gang of skin-heads,' and other childish stuff like that trying to save face to myself. The fact of the matter is I got caught staring at those guys by that bad-ass tough kid, Mike. He didn't like the staring so he made me submit to his will which humiliated me and then I ran away losing my hat and my sunglasses in the process. Being brutally honest, that's what happened. Thank God they didn't want to lose their place in line. It was a very unnerving experience and my face gets red just thinking about what a coward I'd been and how poorly I handled myself. I wouldn't let myself even think about the fact that I wanting to hug Mike or think about how I wanted to please him. I try to tell myself, 'What the fuck could I have done differently?' And then I think, 'I'll never see any of them again so what do I care?' But whenever I think about it my face gets hot and red again. Shit! That little bit of real life ruined a great day for me. From now on I'd be on the look-out for the buzzcut boys and any others like them. I need to be a little more caution in my approach to guys, more like the old days. Things had been going my way lately and I got careless. But, holy shit, was that kid good looking. Unreal! His cute little buddy and him made a really hot picture together. Of course, the reality of it is that there was nothing 'gay' about that group. All macho straight guys. My face gets red again thinking about being bullied by kids two or three years younger than me. Can't get it out of my head just yet. God damnit, but life can suck at times. I walk some more on the boardwalk with my head down and then, taking off my sandals, I go down to the beach to walk near the ocean and try to clear my head of this most embarrassing experience, the worse one I've had in years. Eventually I let myself start daydreaming about Cristobal and I go over in my mind the ways he fucked me that one night we had together. I wanted to think of something positive and then without planning it, I substituted the blond buzz-cut kid in my head and imagine him being gay and him fucking me instead of Cristobal. Oh my God, I really do need to jerk off. First the twins, then reminiscing about Cristobal and now that sexy-scary Mike winds-up in my fantasy. I'm going to blow a load in my shorts if I don't calm down.

I start back to the house and happily find it's empty, so I get completely naked in the bathroom and slowly fist my boner while pushing my Vaseline coated middle finger in and out of my hole. God it feels good to pretend I'm getting fucked. Making it last as long as I can and do I ever shoot off a load of spunk. I see black streaming dots behind my eyes because I'd held my breath too long before that explosive climax. Damn! That was good! Afterward I decide to take a bath instead of a shower to just try to relax a little and get a little further away from my humiliation at the Double Shot. A lot of sexual teasing today, but the 'wank' has helped relieve the built up sexual tension. Jerking-off has been making me feel better about things for many years now. I can always depend on that. I'm resilient and after a long bath I'm feeling better about life. Mom and dad are back from the beach showering so, wearing only gym shorts, I go out on the back deck to have a coke and check-out the view. It's beautiful early evening weather at the shore. The twins are out on their deck husking ears of corn, but I don't call out to them and they never look over at me. God, are they something though. An hour or so later mom and dad surprised me by taking me out to dinner; we usually eat in the condo to save money. Dad says it's our first night on vacation and mom shouldn't have to cook. We go to a very nice seafood restaurant and I have deep-fried soft-shell crabs with tartar sauce, french fries and cole slaw, and early Jersey tomatoes. Fabulous food and I'm feeling much better. Later that night I go back up on the boards to mingle with the huge crowds, watching out for the buzzcut kids, of course. And I'm also alert for that one in a million chance of hooking up with a gay teen about my age who's cute and who thinks I am too. I'm soooo sure we'll hook-up. No luck with the gay teen hook-up, but around nine o'clock I do hook-up with the twins. We go on rides together for almost next two hours and we really hit it off too. They say they wished their brother would spend more time with them instead of him golfing all the time. The three of us walk back home together; getting to know the twins better has been a blast and it really picks up my spirits. Squeezing in next to those two on the different amusement rides was a blast too. The three of us liked the 'thrill' rides the best. The twins appeared totally oblivious to all our bodily contact. I, on the other hand, was not. Hiding my boner took most of my free time. Like I said, it was fun.

All that first week I meet the twins on the beach and we swim together, or Nathan and Noah bury me in the sand, or we throw a football around, and lots of other beach stuff too. Nathan is a very clever and funny kid while quiet Noah is so sweet it takes a concerted effort on my part not to hug him and kiss his cheek. What a perfect pair the twins are. Mrs Fat and Mr Lean are used to me

by now and the situation is helped along a great deal by my mom and dad becoming chummy with the twins' parents. We all sit together on the beach every day. Each afternoon the twins nag me to take them for a ride in the Mini with the top down. They take turns sitting in the front riding shotgun. It's fun hanging with those young kids. Made me feel young again too. Friday of that first week the Norths are having a cook-out and invite mom, dad, and me to join them. I go over to the Norths' place early to help the twins get the charcoal grill fired-up. The first person I see is a light skinned black guy about twenty or twenty-one years old. Nice looking with a mix of African and American facial features. I thought of a young Tiger Woods when I first saw him, but then realized this kid's better looking than Tiger. He's putting cans of beer in a cooler filled with ice. His hair is curled somehow, about two inches long all over his head. It's not what I'd call an Afro though, it's was more styled and really looks cool. He looks cool too; he's about two inches taller than me which makes him about six feet. Thin build and he's wearing a white wife-beater undershirt and baggy cargo shorts that reach half way between his knees and his bare feet. A thin gold chain around his neck and a gold colored rope bracelet on his wrist. I wonder who he is, while at the same time I'm thinking, 'Jesus, one good looking kid after another. Wildwood really rocks this year!' The guy looks up as I come around the fence and says, "Oh, Hi. You must be Oliver, right? You're all the boys talk about lately." I want to let that sink in some, but he's heading over with his hand out so I shake hands, asking, "The twins talk about me?" He says, "Yeah, all the time. I'm their brother, Alexander...well, half brother." And he giggles, then adds, "I probably didn't need to mention the half brother bit, it's pretty obvious, no? " Feeling awkward, I go,"Huh?" He does that giggle again and says, "Like I said, the twins talk about you all the time so it's nice to meet ya. Cool car too!." I say "Huh?" again and then nervously laugh along with his giggle because he makes me uncomfortable for some reason. There's something a little 'off' about Alexander.

Thankfully, Nathan and Noah come running around the corner of the house yelling "Alexander! How'd you hit 'em today?" He tells the twins to come over to him and when they do he makes a big deal out of hugging them and giving them each a long kiss on the cheek, which causes Nathan to say, "You better not let mom catch you kissing us, Alexander." He goes, "Don't I know it, but you're both so yummy I have to take the chance once in awhile. I shot a seventy-eight today Nathan, with one double bogie so it was pretty fucking good. No?" Nathan agrees it was pretty fucking good, and then he comes up next to me with Noah right by his side and they both point at my face as Nathan says to his older brother, "Didn't I tell you Oliver is just your type, Alexander?" I feel like Oliver in Wonderland, but don't remember going down the rabbit hole. I'm very confused with this whole deal. Alexander says to the twins, "See the look on your friend's face. He doesn't know what the fuck's what. Do you Oliver?" When he said "Do you Oliver?" he casually cups the back of my head with his left hand and then pushes the hair up off my forehead with his right hand, and without waiting for me to answer if I know what the fuck is what, he asks the the twins, "What do ya think? If I did Oliver's hair in a shorter cut and combed it up in front it would show off his cute face better. Don't ya think?" I go, "What?" All three boys laugh and Nathan and Noah hug both Alexander and me at the same time. We look like a miniature Rugby scrum. I want us to maintain this position for, oh I don't know, let's say an hour. The boys hair smells good and Alexander is wearing some masculine cologne and I like being squeezed into all three of them, they're all so clean and attractive.

"What the hell are you up to now, Alexander?" is the rather provocative question Mr North asks in a bored, monotone voice as he's walking out the back door. He has a six pack of Pepsi for the cooler. "Oh, hi Pop. We're cool. Not up to anything really. I shot a seventy-eight over at the Valley Course today. With a double bogey on the par three fifth." "Seventy-eight? No shit, that's good." Mr North and Alexander walk into the house talking about Alexander's golf score. I turn to the twins with a puzzled look on my face. Nathan said, "What?" as if to say, 'Isn't everything perfectly clear?' and he and Noah start one of their hugging laugh-a-thons. When they calm down they filled me in a little bit as we're lighting the charcoal for the grill. It seems their mother use to be married to a black football player, a wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys way back when. At the time Mrs North was a real beauty queen and was one of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. With a dead pan delivery Nathan says, "She's put on a few pounds since then." He goes on to tell me that Alexander's father was a cool, good looking guy, but for whatever reason, after they had baby Alexander the mother started screwing around with the current Mr North. Referring to his father, Nathan deadpans, "He had hair back then," and goes on to tell me she eventually divorced the football player to marry the twins' father and they, the twins, followed shortly thereafter. Mrs North obviously got custody of baby Alexander and Mr North adopted him so all the boys have the same last name. Nathan takes hold of my chin and pulls my face around to look right into his beautiful big green eyes and asks me if I understood everything. The twins are the ultimate touchy/feely boys. It's all funny to Nathan as he add with a shrug, "And, oh yes, Oliver, he's gay, Alexander I mean, not the football player." Nathan said all this with that big grin on his face and then starts laughing again with Noah. The Norths are big fans of laughter.

I try to absorb all this information while the twins hug and go on another laughing spree. When they calm down, I asked, "How about you and Noah? Are you boys gays too?" Nathan said, "Noah, we're going to scare Oliver away." They laugh some more. I wait, and when they stop laughing Nathan says, "No, were not especially gay, Oliver." He said it mysteriously. Then he adds as an after thought, "No need to worry. Noah and me hug each other all the time because we're use to doing that. It's a habit we started before we could even walk. Identical twins are weird sometimes, Oliver, but you're safe with us. Isn't Oliver safe with us Noah?" Noah vigorously shakes his head in the affirmative. "Shit", I mutter to myself. Nathan continues filling me in as we get the charcoal fire going. He tells me Alexander had come 'out' to the family at age sixteen and since then he has developed some gay body-language which pops-up from time to time. It's probably what I subconsciously picked-up initially when I thought there was something a little off with Alexander. He'd just finished a one year unisex hair design course in New York City at a hair style college, and after the summer vacation Mr and Mrs North are going to set him up in his own salon. Nathan says, "Alexander loves to cut guys' hair and he hates Noah and me for having pony tails. Doesn't he Noah?" As the evening progresses my folks are introduced and after doing double takes when they learn Alexander's Nathan and Noah's brother, everything settles down. I know Alexander was gay, but no one tells my folks, not that they would care all that much anyway. We all soon discover that Alexander is a smoker too, and this doesn't seem to bother anybody either. I've never had any interest in smoking and don't normally care for the smell of cigarette smoke. That being said, I did think Alexander looks especially hot when he smokes his Marlboro, letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and nose. Of course, maybe it was knowing he was gay that made him look hot to me. I'm not sure, but I know he's flirting with me something terrible, but not so anyone else would notice it, just me. I had to smile, but I have no intention of showing him or anybody else my inclination toward boys. I wasn't ready to 'come out' as they say. I didn't have anywhere near enough confidence for that. During a lull time in conversation, and I find myself alone for a few minutes, I think back to the boardwalk incident and realize that it a kind of bizarre erotic feeling that entered my head when Mike was sort of dominating me in front of his friend Richie and those other unnamed boys, it was kind of a sexual thing I felt; a strange willingness to be, I don't know, dominated by that awesomely cute bully. Very strange and I can't remember feeling it before except maybe with Ryjohn a little too. Very odd feeling in my balls, like I wanted to please him or something, but I gotta put that out of my mind because it's too scary and too sexy at the same time. We all go in for dinner and I forget all about Mike and Richie and concentrate on the twins and sexy Alexander. After dinner the conversation turns to Alexander's career and the four adults plus Alexander finish off a lot of beers discussing it, as my parents excused themselves and retire to the condo. They're not big party people. The twins and me have no beers, of course, so we talk among ourselves and I get the giggles along with the twins. They're so much fun, and awesome to look at and listen to although Noah hardly ever speaks. Mr North is slurring his words as he interrupts me and the twins to tells us, in sort of a bragging way, that he has leased the building already; the one for Alexander's unisex salon. We all acted impressed although this was discussed earlier.

One thing led to another and the twins plus their parents started teasing me that I should let Alexander style my hair because my hair was unruly and didn't look cool. What do drunks know about unruly hair I wondered, and their own twins have long hair. I thought that to myself, but just smiled at everyone without sharing my thoughts about that with them. The truth is they're right about my hair. I'd intended to let it grow so I could put it in one of those short pony tails like Cristobal and the twins have, but right now my hair was in-between being too long for a normal hair style and not quite long enough for the pony tail. I knew it didn't look too cool and I'd been wavering on forgetting about the pony tail for awhile now, but I'm not about to let some guy cut my hair after he's had six or seven beers. I declined Alexander's offer of a free hair styling 'worth $65.00, according to Alexander. Later on Alexander came over and we talked about where I was going to college and he told me how he'd gone to a liberal arts college for a year and discovered it wasn't for him. He wanted to do something creative and he's always had this thing about cutting hair, especially guys' hair. So, his step-dad told him to pick a career that Alexander could be happy with, whatever it might be. If you could go to a job everyday that you really like you'll be a happy, better person for it. Seems like good advice and especially good if you have rich parents who can hook you up with your own business at age twenty, but I didn't say any of that either. Truth is Alexander is a real good kid even if he's a little tiny bit feminine with his arm movements and things. He's sincere and very, very good looking. Mrs North must have been gorgeous before she put on the extra hundred and fifty pounds, I mean she had to be good looking at some point to have kids who look like these three do. She must be close to two hundred and fifty pounds now and it's hard to see the beauty through all that blubber; well it's more than hard, it's impossible, but I see the boys so I guess I gotta take their word for it. Once the North parents got to know me and feel comfortable with me I discovered they're actually very nice people and my mom, dad, and me have grown kinda fond of them. There was some talk at dinner about coordinating next year's vacation so we'd all be here at the same time. Great idea if you ask me.

In short order the twins came over to where Alexander and I are talking, mostly because I get the impression they're use to being close to each other at all times; and they just naturally got close to me and Alexander. It's like I said, so sweet and I love it. The boys smell good and they always have a hand on my shoulder or my wrist or back and it's just a nice feeling. Looking at them is fun too and I smiled and laugh as the boys' laughter becomes more and more contagious. Just before us boys are ready to wrap-up the cookout Alexander looks me in the eyes and said, "Please, Oliver. Your hair could look so cool. Let me style it the way I think it will look best on you". What the hell, why not, so I give in to him and say, "Okay, but not tonight." Oh, what a happy face on Alexander now and we agreed that tomorrow before he goes off golfing he'll give me an entirely new look at ten in the morning. I feel kind of excited knowing that I'll be alone with a twenty year old gay kid who's going to be cutting my hair; who knows what might happen in addition to the haircut. Jeez, I'm really getting daring since Cris got me started.

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