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Chapter One
Mom and I inched along in traffic on Route 37. At least I could finally see the bridge over Barnegat Bay. Three lanes of traffic had just been crawling since we got off the Parkway in Toms River. It wasn't fair that after dying of anticipation for months we had to wait like this. Even Mom was feeling it. She kept glancing at her watch.
"I wish these cars would hurry up. We're supposed to meet Walter at the cottage at twelve."
"I'm sure he'll live, Mom. It's his house. He can just go in and wait."
"Please try to be nice to him, Bryan. I know you don't like him but this whole summer wouldn't be possible without him. He's doing this for you, you know."
"Yeah, I'm sure the idea of having a place to shack up with you never even entered into his mind."
"Bryan! Remember I'm your mother. He's trying to be nice. I don't know why you don't like him."
Maybe because he's a married slime ball who's screwing my mother. That might have something to do with it. I put my head back, closed my eyes and tuned out the traffic and Mom. I suppose I did have reason to be grateful to Walter. Even though I'd grown up a half hour from the Jersey shore my experience there had been limited to a few day trips to the beach each summer. I couldn't believe it back in April when Walter had offered to let Mom and me have one of his cottages for the whole summer, rent-free. It was close enough to Mom's office so that she could commute to work from there. That would leave me with the place to myself a lot of the time. Summer at the shore! Of course, it wouldn't be all vacation. Walter had arranged for me to get a job at the pizza place across the street from the cottage but that would be okay. I needed the money for college and I'd still have lots of time to myself.
My name is Bryan Hooper. I'm seventeen (for another couple of weeks, anyway), and just graduated from high school. I'm going to start at Middlesex County College in the fall. I'm a little guy, only 5'6" tall, 125 pounds, with plain light brown hair and dark eyes. I look like the typical high school nerd, right down to the glasses. Not that I'm ugly or anything, but I'm pretty average looking. Add being shy and a little brainy to that and you get nerd. I don't really mind it. I have a few good friends (fellow nerds) and have enough interests to keep life from being too boring. I am a little slow socially, though. I just haven't had much exposure to the usual teen social scene. And I do wish I were a little taller. Unfortunately, Mom says I take after my father. He was a short guy, too. He left when I a toddler so I have no memory of him. Mom has always just referred to him as 'that jerk' and I believe her. From what I've seen of the long string of guys she's dated since I was a kid, that's her type. I've never even been out on a date but I think I have much better taste in guys than she does.
I wish I'd taken after Mom in the looks department. She's 37, can pass for late 20s and has a dynamite figure. She has her dark blond hair lightened and has pretty blue eyes and a great smile. I'm not into female anatomy, certainly not my mother's, but even I can tell she's got a great body. I don't mind that my father was a jerk but since I apparently take after him I wish he'd been better looking. Mom keeps telling me that I'm cute but I'd rather be hot.
We finally got over the bridge into Seaside Heights and turned north toward Ortley Beach. After a few blocks I saw Luigi's Pizza Palace ahead on a corner. Mom turned right into the side street and found a place to park. Walter was in the cottage waiting for us. I'll have to admit he treated Mom pretty good and was always pretty nice to me, too. I guess he wasn't bad looking for an old guy; late 40s, receding hairline, a few extra pounds around his waist but in pretty good shape overall. But thinking about his wife and three grown kids made the whole situation pretty lame, even if he was talking about getting a divorce.
It only took the three of us a few minutes to unload the car. The place was pretty basic. A large living room on the right side separated from the kitchen by a counter. On the left side were two bedrooms and a bathroom in between them. The whole house was probably smaller than our garden apartment back in Woodbridge. The front bedroom was bigger and had a double bed so that was obviously for Mom. I took the bedroom with two twin beds at the back of the house and unpacked my stuff, then went across the street to talk to Luigi about starting work, leaving Mom and Walter to do whatever.
Luigi seemed to be a pretty good guy though his place was hardly a palace. It was basically a pizza joint, mostly takeout, but he had a few tables. You could also get antipasto and some sandwiches and pasta dishes but it was a pretty basic menu. I'd be spending most of my time either working behind the counter or in the kitchen, but now and then I'd work the tables once I got the hang of things. I'd spent last summer bussing tables in a busy diner on Route 1 so this should be a breeze. The place was open from eleven in the morning until midnight during the week, until two on Fridays and Saturdays. I'd be working six days a week, sometimes the day shift, sometimes the evening. That worked out good, leaving me plenty of time for the beach and a few evenings a week on the boardwalk in Seaside. I wrote down my schedule for the coming week and left, telling Luigi I'd be in a little before eleven the next morning.
When I went back into the cottage there was no sign of Mom or Walter but the door to the front bedroom was closed so I left my schedule on the counter and went right back out. The walls didn't look very soundproof and I didn't want to find out. I hoped that Mom would go over my work schedule with Walter and they would make their plans for when I wasn't going to be in.
I walked to the end of the block, then passed through the dunes and came out onto the beach. It was Saturday so it was packed, even though it was still June. I wasn't dressed for the beach and so wasn't looking for a spot to get settled and lie down so I didn't mind the crowds. I took off my sneakers and walked barefoot in my cut-offs and tee shirt, feeling very overdressed. I picked my way between the towels and the blankets, trying to get to the edge of the water, also trying not to stare at the hot guys. I was going to be spending a lot of time on this beach this summer and there was no way I wanted anyone to find out I was gay. I stood at the edge of the water and let it splash up over my feet, getting used to the cold water, running backward away from it whenever a big wave came in. The third time I tripped over my feet as soon as I started back and I fell on my butt. The wave washed right over me, soaking me and getting sand all over me. I jumped up and tried to shake the sand and water off. A number of people around were laughing but the loudest laughs were coming from above me.
I turned and looked up. There were two guys in red trunks sitting on the lifeguard chair, pointing at me, talking and laughing their asses off. I just wanted to crawl into a hole in the sand but I couldn't take my eyes off them. They were gorgeous. They were both over six feet tall, or at least they looked it from my point of view. One had thick black hair, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and slim hips. He had no hair at all on his well-defined pecs and abs. It looked like someone a couple of generations back in his family might have been Asian. He looked exotic and very male. The other one was the typical all-American A&F model. Blond, clean-cut, hairless built body somewhat smaller than the dark guy. I guessed that they were both a few years older than me, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. I finally realized that I was staring and it was probably pretty obvious so I started to walk away. As I passed them, I heard one of them say, "I can see we're gonna have our hands full with that spaz."
I walked on down the beach a ways hoping that my clothes would dry so I could brush the sand off. I stopped near the next lifeguard stand and looked up. Two more beauties. They seemed to be built about the same as the other ones. One had thick dark brown hair cut short, maybe about a half inch long. He had a dark complexion, like maybe he was Italian. The other had lighter hair but with his buzz cut it was hard to tell just how much lighter. The dark one nudged the other and they both looked at me. Damn! I had to stop being so obvious. I'd be in a lot of trouble if I spent the whole summer gawking at hot guys on the beach.
When I got back to the house Mom was getting the place organized and Walter was gone.
"I'm going to run out to the supermarket for some basics for the house. I'll do the real shopping tomorrow. How about we go to the boardwalk in Seaside for something to eat tonight, Bry?"
"Sounds good to me, Mom."
"Remember what I said about that, Bry. It's Chrissie, not Mom."
"Do we really have to play that game?" As far back as I could remember Mom had occasionally pretended to be my sister to appear younger. "You're not looking for guys this summer. You've already got Walter."
"What's the point in my looking young enough to be your sister if everyone knows I'm your mother? As long as Walter isn't able to make any kind of commitment to me I'm not tying myself down to him. I'm not looking to pick up anyone but you know I love to flirt and nothing kills a little harmless fun faster than a seventeen year old son."
"You mean eighteen. My birthday's coming up."
"Don't remind me. How can you keep getting older when I don't?"
"Okay, sis, I'll go along with it, but if you pick up anybody I'm telling Walter."
"Yeah, all of a sudden you're on his side. You men always stick together."
Mom left for the store and I went into my bedroom and crashed on the bed. So far, so good. It looked like it was going to be a good summer. It didn't take much for me to have a good time. I was pretty used to spending time by myself and keeping myself amused. The house was okay, couldn't be closer to the job and the beach, so it looked like things would be fine. I just had to watch my gawking at guys on the beach. I wasn't out to anyone, not even my best friend Jessie. I must have dozed off for a while because I was suddenly aware of several loud boisterous voices outside my window.
I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked out. Since land near the beach was at a premium, most of the cottages on this street were less than ten feet apart. The house next door was on a corner and actually faced the main road, so its backyard was between it and the house I was in. Even so it wasn't much more than twenty-five feet away. There were four guys sitting around a table in the yard. As soon as I saw the red swim trunks I looked at the faces. Sure enough, they were lifeguards I'd seen on the beach earlier. I was sitting a few feet back from the window so I wasn't worried about them seeing me. I studied them each in detail. Even though they each looked different, there was something alike in them. They were so comfortable with each other, liked they belonged together. Each of them was just lazing in his chair, totally at ease, enjoying his beer and the company of the others. After a while I got the impression that it wasn't just that the four of them seemed to fit in with each other, they would probably fit in most anywhere. They were the kind of kids I both admired and resented in high school. They were good-looking, had personality, everything came easy for them and they took it for granted that it always would. While I usually liked my shy little nerdy world and felt comfortable there, sometimes I really wanted to be like the others, to be a part of the big social scene, to fit in.
I stopped thinking about that and focused on the four beautiful bodies in front of me, letting my eyes wander all over them. They were all perfect, yet all slightly different. Asian Man was the biggest, both in height and body size. He looked like he spent lots of time in the gym. A&F Boy was a bit smaller and had lots of muscle definition but he looked like a natural, like he'd been born that way and hadn't added much to it. Italian Guy was shorter and stockier and looked like he worked out. Buzz Cut was pretty average all-around, but made a pretty good package.
My hard dick was straining at its confines in my shorts so I unfastened them, stood up, and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them, sat back down on the bed and began stroking my six-incher. Every now and then one of the lifeguards looked toward me and it seemed like he was looking me right in the eye. I knew that due to the difference in light between outside and inside there was no way they could see me. Besides, I was a few feet back from the window, but it still made me jump each time one of them looked in my direction.
Asian Man finished his beer, got up and went into their house. He reappeared carrying a towel. It was then that I noticed a stall just outside their back door. He threw the towel over the short wall, pulled open a door that faced me and I could see that it was an outside shower. Most of these shore cottages had showers outside to wash sand off before going indoors, but usually they weren't enclosed. He stepped inside and closed the door. A few seconds later he hung his trunks over the top of the wall. I could see his head and shoulders above the door and his legs from mid-calf down under the door. As the water ran over his body, he continued chatting with the other guys as if he wasn't even aware that only a half-inch of plywood and six feet separated his naked body from his friends. After a minute, he turned off the water, grabbed the towel and opened the door. The towel was draped around his waist. He came back over to the table and sat down with the other guys. His chair was facing me and he was kind of sprawled in it with his legs spread slightly. I could see just a little up his thigh where the towel came apart. I couldn't really see anything I hadn't seen when he was wearing the trunks but just knowing he was sitting there naked pushed me over the edge and my cock erupted in my hand, spewing my load all over my smooth belly. I fell backwards on the bed and lay there panting. This was gonna be an even better summer than I thought.
By the end of the first week I had fallen into a routine. On the days when I worked the late shift, I went to the beach around ten and stayed until two. I kept to myself mostly, but never too far from one of the lifeguard stands. I tried not to be too obvious but I loved looking at the guys. They were only a couple of years older than me but they were hot men. I was still a kid compared to them. I'd go home, jerk off in the shower and take a nap, then go across the street to work.
I'd known I was gay since I was twelve or so but looking back it seemed like I'd always loved looking at men and their bodies. As a little kid every time I was in a men's room I tried to check out the guys' dicks. There was nothing sexual about it, just curiosity. I figured maybe it was because I didn't have a father so I hadn't had much personal contact with men. Once I hit puberty, I knew there was more to it than that. I couldn't look at a hot guy without getting hard. Thank God for baggy jeans. Gay stuff was all over the news and movies and TV so I sort of knew what it was about, but I had no one to talk to. Definitely not my few friends. Because we were nerds everyone also assumed we were fags. I knew the two guys I hung out with most of the time at school weren't but they were pretty sensitive about the subject so I couldn't even talk to them about it. And forget about Mom. Although she was usually a pretty tolerant, live-and-let-live kind of person, she seemed to have a hang-up about gay people. It was the only time I ever heard her talk down about anyone. Besides, I was her only kid. She'd be more disappointed than other parents might be to find out I was gay. Maybe later, when I was done with college and out on my own I'd talk to her about it. Maybe she'd have figured it out on her own by then. Until then, I couldn't risk losing Mom. She was all I had.
So I talked to no one and did nothing about it except look. I figured maybe when I got older things would just work themselves out. I think in the back of my head there was still some tiny hope that this was just a very long adolescent phase that would come to an end sooner or later; that at some point I would start to like girls, or at least find one girl who did something for me physically. In the meantime, I surreptitiously looked the guys over and beat off every time I was alone.
When I had to work the early shift, it pretty much shot the day. If I got up early I could get an hour or two in on the beach before coming home and showering for work. At least I could eat with Mom after work and spend a little time with her. A couple of evenings I walked over to the Seaside boardwalk, but it was so crowded and festive it just made me feel more alone. About the only benefit to working days was that I got home right around the time the lifeguards were coming back from the beach. I could sit in my room and watch them take turns in the outside shower. There wasn't really anything to watch but I had a good imagination.
Most of the time Luigi had me working the counter, taking orders in person and on the phone. After a week he let me start on the tables. I'd only been there an hour one evening when the lifeguards came in and sat at one of the large tables. A couple of them had been in before but only to pick up pizzas. I nervously walked over to take their orders. Just being near gods like them made me a little weak in the knees. I don't know why it mattered to me so much. Just like the 'cool' kids in high school, these guys barely noticed me. They continued with their conversation while they ordered a large antipasto to split and their entrees. Their conversation was mostly about girls they'd seen on the beach that day.
When I brought out their entrees it took me a minute to clear their salad plates and get their orders straight, especially since they weren't paying any attention to me. They were talking about some babe at the counter behind me.
"Man, look at the tits on her. I'd like to bury my face in them," Italian Guy said.
"And that ass. Man, is she hot," Buzz Cut added.
"Forget her ass, I'd love to get some of that pussy. She is one hot babe." Asian Man actually seemed to be groping himself under the table.
As crude as they were, I was getting turned on listening to them talk about sex. I hurried up so I could get away from them before they noticed the stiffie growing in my shorts. As I turned away I saw who it was they were talking about and nearly dropped the tray of dirty dishes. There was Mom, leaning against the counter. She was wearing halter-top and low-cut skintight jeans, exposing several inches of skin in her middle. It was the kind of thing she wore all the time and I never thought anything of it, but after hearing the guys talking I realized just how hot she could be.
I carried the tray into the kitchen and then came back out to say hello to her. When I got over to the counter she gave me a dazzling smile and a peck on the lips. My first thought was, 'Why can't I be like her? So cool, so natural, so hot.'
"Hey, Bry, how's work going?"
"Pretty good. What are you doing here?"
"Just came over for a salad for supper. A girl's gotta watch her waistline, you know."
"There are plenty of guys willing to watch it for you, M-, er, Chrissie."
"Yeah, well they'll only keep watching if I keep watching."
She had her arm around me and was rubbing my back lightly. Just then the girl at the counter brought out her salad. She paid for it, kissed me goodbye and headed across the street. I heard low whistles coming from the table across the room and turned and saw four pairs of eyes glued to Mom's ass. Yeah, why couldn't I be like her?
When I went back to the guys' table to see how everything was, Asian Man finally looked directly at me.
"How does a twerp like you get to be with a babe like that?" The others all murmured in agreement. "Aside from the fact that you've got absolutely nothing going for you, she's gotta be ten years older than you. What are you, fifteen?"
I was thrilled that they had noticed me and thought that somehow I was man enough to get a woman like Mom, but it was obvious they still didn't think highly of me.
"I'm eighteen." Well, soon, anyway.
"Still, she must be at least twenty-five." Wait 'till Mom hears that. Asian Man looked me over. "Maybe you've got something in your pants that makes you special."
I blushed when he started speculating on my dick size. I also started to get turned on. I shifted my thoughts.
"She's not my girl, she's my sister." Not quite the truth, but loyalty to Mom superceded truth.
"Well, that explains it. That leaves the field open for me to make my move. Not that someone like you would have gotten in my way, anyhow." Asian Man seemed to think a lot of himself. He had reason to.
"She's already got a boyfriend."
"That doesn't bother me. I'll show her what a real man is like."
"You'd better watch yourself. Her boyfriend owns most of the houses on this block, including the one you guys are staying in. You don't want to piss him off."
"You threatening me, twerp?" He glared at me and scared me a bit.
"N-n-no. I just thought you ought to know."
"I can take care of myself, twerp." He narrowed his eyes as he looked at me. "And how do you know where we live?"
"You're right next door to us. I've seen you a bunch of times." The story of my life. I'd noticed them the first time I saw them. They'd never even noticed me.
Just then Luigi called me from the back and I was relieved for the opportunity to get away. I avoided their table as much as I could until they left. They were all definitely hot but something scared me about Asian Man. While they all talked big, except for maybe A&F Boy who was a bit quieter, Asian Man was the leader. They all deferred to him and agreed with him on most things. He seemed to be the kind of guy who was used to getting his way and they didn't cross him. I didn't want to either.
I'd overheard some of their names during their conversation but didn't know which name went with which face. Over the next few days I was able to place them as each one took a turn picking up take-out orders. All except Asian Man, of course. He never came by to pick up food. A&F Boy was Luke. Italian Guy was Tony and Buzz Cut was Jared. That left Adam for Asian Man by process of elimination.
One cloudy afternoon I was getting ready for the late shift. I'd left the beach early because the weather was so dreary. After a nap I was about to get dressed when I saw Adam going into the shower next door. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked myself as I watched the water run over his head and shoulders. He must not have latched the door right because it started to swing open. It opened out toward the street so no one in that direction could see into the small enclosure. Adam had his back toward me so he hadn't noticed the door was half open. From where I was sitting I could see right into the stall. As he turned I caught a glimpse of his half hard dick, hanging at about a forty-five degree angle. It looked huge. I got up and inched closer to the window for a better view. Maybe he had his eyes closed because he didn't seem to notice that the door was partly open. He reached down and ran his hand over his cock and balls, pulling them down a bit. Just then he reached out and pulled the door shut. A minute later he turned off the water, grabbed the towel and opened the door. He stepped out, a large bulge in the front of the towel. He just stood there facing me for a few seconds, and then very deliberately grabbed his bulge, gave it a squeeze, and grinned in my direction. I jumped back onto the bed as he turned and walked into the house. Shit! Was I too close to the window? Did he really see me?
To Be Continued...