Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 69

by Donny Mumford

After saying goodnight to Terry I'm walking to my hotel wondering if tonight was the last time I'll ever see him, and more importantly do I care if it is? The fact I'm even wondering about that should tell me something right there. It's difficult to sort out my feeling though because I'm distracted. It seems Terry's cum has drooled out of my ass and down the back of my legs with sand from our romp on the beach sticking to it. Very uncomfortable situation and maybe that's influencing my evaluation of Terry. In any case I don't want to take the cum and sand into our room, so at one of our hotel's pools I'm reading a sign that says 'Pool closed'. Huh, ignoring that I wade around in the shallow end of the pool rubbing the cum and sand off my legs, getting the bottom of my shorts wet in the process. There's used towels left behind on some of the chairs around the pool after a night swim by hotel guests. Conveniently for me the towels haven't yet been collected by one of the pool attendants. I grab one that looks dry and do a half ass job of drying my feet and legs. Okay, problem solved temporarily, but I'll need a shower before bed. Slipping back into my sandals and walking around to the main entrance I go up the steps looking at my watch. It's one-thirty and I wonder if the guys are back from the race track yet. In our room Robby's laying on the sofa watching a movie on HBO. That tells me Chubby's still out because the sofa is the pull out bed Chubby uses.

Robby sits up with a beautiful smile on his lips, "Hi, Dylan! How was your night?" Bending over I give him a kiss on the lips, saying, "A little weird actually. How ya feeling?" He says, "Better, but now I can't sleep. Too much sleeping during the day. Your shorts are wet, were you in the ocean?" I'm like, "Earlier, but two minutes ago I was wading in the pool getting sand off me. I gotta take a shower though 'cause I'm feeling yucky and sticky." To get off the topic of my night, I ask, "What are you watching?" Robby goes, "I don't know. I've been surfing through the channels looking for a movie or something. I watched the end of the Marlins game earlier. It went into extra innings." I go, "Huh," and he asks, "What'd ya do tonight?" I mumble, "Oh, walking the beach mostly. I saw a beach party way the fuck down the beach, but it was a private party. Um, and I ran into those guys we met at the pool the other day too. What's his name? Sherman something, and his boyfriend." Robby goes, "Yeah, that swishy gay guy, Terry." "Un huh, and two other friends of theirs. They aren't staying at our hotel though so I asked what they were doing at our pool yesterday. The swishy guy told me they go to different hotels seeing what the other hotels offer. Looking for a hotel they might want to try next year." I hate lying to Robby, not that wasn't much of a lie. I mostly lied by omission because we have a pact not to discuss side-sex so I keep it vague. Robby goes, "Uh huh," and the way he said that tells me he knows there was more going on tonight than me walking the beach and swimming in the ocean.

I mumble, "Well, I guess I'll take my shower now." He nods his head, then asks, "Yeah okay, but did you have fun tonight?" I think for a few seconds, then say, "That's a good question. I guess I did, it was different, I'll say that much." He smiles at me, quietly murmuring, "Give me another kiss," and we do a really nice kiss that I like better than any kiss I've had earlier tonight. I pull on Robby's ponytail playfully, mumbling, "I'd have had more fun if you were with me," and I mean it too. He goes, "Sorry I pooped out on you tonight, babe. With the guys going to the track you and I could have had ourselves some private time together, that's if I wasn't still fucked-up with the hangover. From now on I'm staying away from shots of whiskey. I've learned my lesson this time." It's nice being with Robby so I sit on the sofa with him for awhile snuggling against him and doing some making out. Then we talk about what we think of Fort Lauderdale and then talk a little about what we have coming up the next three weeks at Merrimack. We've got review classes for a week and a half, then our finals. We pledge to each

other we're shooting for a 3.0 GPA for the year which means many study groups. Doesn't sound like a lot of fun but it'll be worth it. No talk about what comes after that because it's pretty much settled I'm working for Ryan in Georgia and Danny's living with the Dickers and working for Robby. Then Chubby comes in the room like a tornado. He's flashing a handful of twenty dollar bills. He won the trifecta with a four hundred dollar pay out. The three of us are high-fiving and hugging. Chubby tells us he's treating everyone to dinner on Friday. He would have said he's treating everyone to dinner tomorrow night except I won't be with them. It's very tempting to change my mind and go to Disney World, but I promised Willie I'd spend the day with him and he'd be a real pain in the ass if I backed out.

Chubby says, "I met this guy at the track, Bill somebody. A funny guy. He told me he bought Tiger Woods' DVD titled 'My Favorite Eighteen Holes' and it turns out to be a rip off because it's all about golf!" I chuckle, as Robby says, "Of course it'd be about golf." Chubby and I look at him and he goes, "Oh, yeah. Those kind of holes." Chubby's like, "Tiger had a few adventures with woman some years back." He's checking out the little refrigerator

now, asking, "No more beers?" I go, "Robby drank them all," and Robby says, "Fuck if I did. I'm too sick to even think about drinking beer." Chubby asks, "Did ya hear about the guy who broke into an apartment and stole the TV remote control? Now the sick bastard drives by the apartment changing the guys channel all the time." I go, "Lame, bro." Chubby's like, "Lame, really? How about the raw deal Lance Armstrong's getting. He won seven Tour de France races while on drugs. When I was on drugs I couldn't even find my fucking bike." I go, "Stay away from that guy you met at the track, Chub. His material reeks with corniness." Chubby hugs me, "I appreciate all forms of humor, bro." Then he's like, "Hey, lets get to bed 'cause we got a big day tomorrow. You should come with us, Dylan," and he hugs me again, telling Robby, "If you're still in my bed when I get out of the bathroom, you're sleeping with me," and off he goes. I chuckle, "My brother makes me tired just thinking about all the energy he puts out every waking hour.

After Chubby washes up we help him make-up the sofa into a pullout bed. Robby turns off the TV and gets in our bed with me going in the bathroom for my shower. While shampooing my hair I renew my determination to let my hair grow out. The past two years of extra short haircuts is getting old and I need a change. Then, while washing myself I think about the last half hour with Robby realizing for the hundredth time that it feels 'real' being with him. There's a big difference between doing something, anything with Robby, and to a degree with Ryan too, than doing stuff with anyone else. I'm not just talking about sex, I mean just hanging out or talking or doing anything together. It's better with Robby because I feel comfortable, relaxed, and contented with him. Ryan too, although Robby's and my long history together has so many special memories. I can't see how anyone will ever be more important in my life than he is, with the exception of Chubby. He's in a class by himself of course, and doing anything with him is always very special to me, but there's no romance between us so he's in a special place in my heart that no one can enter but him. In retrospect, tonight with Terry feels

like a temporary thrill ride at a sexually oriented amusement park somewhere in bizarro land. It was a sexy time with Terry, and he was dominant in an interestingly harmless way, but I don't have any real feelings for him other than he was an entertaining side-sex experience. I've no real desire to call him and if he calls me, which I doubt he'll do, I'm going to put him off. Good sex for sure, but in the end it was meaningless.

My minds all over the pace, but I admit to learning something from Terry and it's that I shouldn't prejudge a guy before I know him. Don't judge a book by it's cover in other words. Just because a person has stereotypical gay affectations doesn't necessarily mean he's a sissy, girlie-boy. He could be a dominant 'top' like Terry, who's confident enough to be himself and, um, work construction no less. It was an interesting with him but I'm not feeling like I can't wait to get together again. The novelty has pretty much worn off I guess, although I did enjoy the ride for the most part. It just that it's a trip I don't have a particular need to experience again. I know that Robby and I aren't suppose to feel guilty about having side-sex, at least that's what we tell each other, but sometimes I do feel guilty. I feel guilty about some of the time I've been with Terry because it was sexually excessive at times. Oh well, I'll chalk up my Terry-time as one more wild oat sowed and move on with a little more insight. As a matter of fact, I can't remember a single time with Terry when I had the thought that it'd be great to have a long term relationship with him. I couldn't even decide if we were geographically suited, which we're not, if I'd want to date him again. Well, maybe if he wanted me to give him a haircut I'd probably do that. My uncertainty whether I want to see him again for a sex date should tell me all I need to know about us. Like earlier, the fact is I can't imagine anyone ever comparing favorably to Robby, certainly not in the long run. Huh, maybe I subconsciously want to prove that to myself conclusively and I'm referring of course to Ryan specifically. This summer spending nine weeks with him should be enlightening in that regard. That's if working for Ryan is even still an option now that he's told his parents he's gay and in love with me. They might blame me for their son being gay. That's total bullshit of course, but ya never know with parents. Anyway, if it does work out, then that nine weeks with Ryan will be a true test of how I think he stacks up against Robby, and Robby can find the same thing out about Danny. I'm pretty sure I know how it'll turn out in both cases, but It's still ballsy of both of us to be separated for nine weeks, and spending that time with our number one side-sex buddies.

Drying myself after my shower I need to admit to myself I'm nervous about living with Ryan this summer. Nervous for a number of reasons, not the least of which is how his parents accept Ryan's gayness. Like I said, they may blame it on me that Ryan's gay and even though they give in to Ryan about having me live there they could be unfairly resentful of me. That would be awkward a situation as I can imagine. A lot depends on what Ryan says to me about his parents reaction. On the other hand it'll be equally awkward if I don't go to Georgia. I say that because Seth's taking my place on the crew, and he really needs the money. I wouldn't even consider bumping him off the crew, so if I stayed home for the summer I wouldn't be working with Robby, while Danny would be. So, nervous or not I hope it works out that I'll be in Georgia. Putting all these thoughts aside, I get on a pair of boxer shorts and get in bed snuggling next to Robby. He puts his arm around me squirming around until we're both comfortable. His arm's around the back of my neck, the side of my head is on his shoulder, and my forehead's against his

cheek. His fingers play with my short hair as he murmurs softly, "I love you, and I missed you, Dylan." I snuggle in a little tighter feeling like I'm where I belong. "Love you too, Robby." We can't really talk much or do anything sexy, not with Chubby in the pull-out bed four feet away. Instead we settle for laying together touching. He smells nice and feels good so it's like that corny saying, 'anywhere Robby is, is home'.

I have a good night's sleep, then wake up when Robby's gently shaking my shoulder. My eyes open and see Robby fully dressed leaning over me, "We're leaving now, Dylan." He kisses me, and I ask, "What time is it?" He goes, "Eight o'clock. We want to get an early start so we'll have a full day at Disney World. I wish you were coming with us." I give a thought to jumping up and throwing some clothes on, but I didn't get to sleep until after two o'clock and six hours sleep doesn't cut it for me. Putting my arms around his neck we have a sweet kiss that last half a minute until Chubby says, "Break it up love birds, we need to get on the road. It's at least a two hour drive." That thought, the two hour drive there and then two hours back is the deciding factor. I don't want to do that. Robby and I do another fast kiss on the lips and I let go of him. "Bye, Dylan. See you tonight." I nod, mumbling, "Bye, Rob," then louder I'm like, "See ya, bro," and Chubby comes over, "Not so fast, hot stuff, where's my kiss goodbye," and he leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, "Wish you were coming with us, Dylan. Love ya, bro." Watching them walk out, then turning over I'm already feeling lonely. I should be going with them. While I'm trying to remember the reasons I'm not going I drift back to sleep. The next thing I know it's eleven o'clock. Hey, Willie's suppose to call me. That's the main reason I didn't go with the guys, that and the fact Danny Monday is going to be there. Getting out of bed I go through the pockets of my shorts looking for my cell phone. Finding it I see I've got a couple of text messages and two missed calls, none of them from Willie. Robby called me last night around ten and Connor called this morning a little after nine, while on the road to Disney World obviously. I don't have my iPhone set up to take messages and I really should do that. The text from Sonny wants to know why I'm avoiding him and a text twenty minutes ago from Robby telling me what a rip off the admission fee is to get into the park. Ha ha, my beautiful tightwad boyfriend.

I write a sarcastic reply to Sonny telling him he better not get a haircut until I'm home to give him one. Then I text Robby back telling him to have enough fun for both of us. Next a text to Willie, 'Are you up yet?' No response from him or Sonny, but Robby text right back promising to go on the best rides twice, one time for me. I see that the messages to both Sonny and Willie were delivered but not read. After doing my routine in the bathroom I get dressed and go down for a coffee at the refreshment stand that opens on the beach side. Another perfect day in Florida and that brightens my mood a little. Can't complain about the weather. Lighting a cigarette I sit on

one of the chairs outside the back of the hotel on the patio, the patio that separates the hotel grounds from the beach. Watching the waves breaking on the shore I decide the waves aren't much good for body surfing yet. Then oooh yeaaah, there's my sixteen year old hottie boy walking up the beach towards the refreshment stand. He's alone looking hot and sexy! Jeez, teenagers have a glow about them. Love that kid's light brown haircut too. It's my all time favorite style, short but it lays down on top with the short bangs flipped up in front. This fuckin' kid is cute! Too bad he's so young. Oh no! Fuck, here comes one of those twats I saw him on the beach with yesterday. She's running to catch up with my boy. He waits for her, then puts his arm around her waist smiling at her. He says something and she laughs, playfully smacking his arm. Huh. That really, really sucks! What a waste!

Finished my coffee and cigarette I try calling Willie and he answers, "Dylan! Hey, whassup stud?" I ask, "Didn't ya get my text? And where the fuck are you?" He goes, "Whoa, coming on a little strong, aren't you? What happened to the submissive boyfriend that I love?" He chuckles, then asks, "Have you taken a banned substance of some kind?" I say, "That's three questions, Willie, without answering either of my questions." He chuckles again, "I'm on a yacht named 'Bess' going deep sea fishing with Taye, why?" I'm like, "Your roommate?" He's like, "Yeah, what are you doing?" I say, "I'm sitting at my hotel expecting you to call or come over. We're suppose to hangout today." There's silence for two seconds, then, "Oh shit. That was today?" I'm like, "Yeah, I stayed back here instead of going to Disney World with my friends." He goes, "Oh man, I'm so sorry, baby. Can you forgive me? I mean this deep sea fishing trip was booked before Taye and I even left college. I don't know why I said I could spend today with you. I'm so fucking sorry." I ask, "What time will you be back?" and he's like, "Five o'clock supposedly, but I promised Taye we'd take a side trip to a town outside Miami where he has family. That trip's the main reason Taye agreed to come to Fort Lauderdale with me. Dylan, I don't know what to say. Tomorrow I'll spend every

second with you, okay, I promise. We'll do anything or go anywhere you want." I mumble, "No thanks. I need to spend time with the friends I came down here with. We're driving back Saturday." He's like, "I'm really sorry I fucked this up, Dylan. Promise me you'll spend a weekend with me so I can make it up to you." Taking a deep breath, I say, "Sure, Willie, whatever. I'll try. Hey, catch some fish, I'm good, no problem." He murmurs, "I'm sorry."

I tell him it's okay again and end the call.

Well this blows! What am I going to do all day by myself? I don't want to see Terry again even though I've got nothing else to do, and I know he'd be up for it. Nope, I think I've had my fill of him. I'll rent a beach chair and ogle the sixteen or seventeen year old hottie all day, maybe accidentally on purpose body surf into him like I did in Wildwood. Yeah, except for that annoying girl that's leached onto him. She's ruined it because the illusion that my boy just might be gay is not in play anymore. He's obviously hetero. Fuck it, I need food so I walk down the promenade stopping at a restaurant that advertises 'breakfast served 'til noon'. Breakfast is what I want although I abhor eating alone. There's a counter in the restaurant however, and sitting there is so much better than sitting by myself at a table. Sitting at the busy counter I see a hefty woman waitress and a kinda cool waiter. He's like in his early twenties with too many tattoos, but he's got a tight slim body and an interesting face. His name tag reads, 'Henry'. I want Henry to wait on me, but naturally the hefty waitress comes over wiping the counter space in front of men, asking, "What can I get ya, doll?" Doll,

huh? I order scrambled eggs, ham, home fries, toast and coffee. When it's served I'm disappointed because my scrambled eggs have brown edges, indicating the grill was too hot. Scrambled eggs should be yellow, period! The dumb fuck cook is only interested in cooking them fast. The toast is cold and so is the ham. The home fries though are scolding hot right off the grill. So far this day isn't looking too good for me.

After eating most of the inferior food, I pay leaving a twenty percent tip because the hefty waitress didn't prepare the food and she refilled my coffee twice with a friendly smile… and she called me 'doll'. Strolling down the promenade killing some time I see that asshole guy who's in my lit class. The guy I thought was coming on to me last night. He doesn't seem sexy to me at all today and I don't know why I thought he was last night. He doesn't see me, but seeing him I realize by walking on this promenade I could run into Terry and I don't want to do that, so I detour down onto the beach. Carrying my sandals and walking the beach I'm looking for cute guys again finding it hard to believe there are so few of them in Fort Lauderdale. I don't see any cute guys, not ones that are old enough to interest me. There are a number of cute younger teen boys, who I suppose are on spring break from high school. Some of the not cute college-age guys I've passed may have been sorta cute in their earlier mid-teens, but like many they've outgrow the cuteness stage of their lives and become odd looking young adults. Shame really. Many of my friends are youthful looking for their age, but they're the exception because most guys on campus, and many of the college students here on the Fort Lauderdale's beach could be twenty-five to thirty years old. I know they're not, but from their appearance they could be. And most the them have full beards whether they shave or not. Hell, every guy I know around my age, and even a couple years younger than me, have various stages of beard growth. All, that is, except for my brother and me. Maybe there's American Indian relatives in our family tree some time in the past because they tend to grow sparser facial hair then others. Or maybe we're just late bloomers.

When I'm back at the part of the beach that's down from our hotel, I rent a beach chair and settle in for some sun bathing. After an hour or so I think of the unthinkable: I should buy a paperback book to read on the beach. I've noticed a lot of people doing that during my beach walks. Nah, no sense getting crazy, I'll go in for a swim instead. The waters nice and I mess around in it for a half hour or so. Then while body surfing on an especially mediocre wave I find my head almost bumping into a girl's ass. Not good. She turns around and gives me a cute smile, saying, "Hey, were you checking out my ass?" I standup, "Um, no, of course not." She goes, "You're cute, where do you go to high school?" I tell her I go to Merrimack college and she wants to know what state Merrimack College is in? I tell her while thinking she's kinda tom-boyish and she'd make an awfully cute guy. She's very friendly telling me about her college and then she asks what year I'm in and I

tell her. She goes, "You're a sophomore in college? Dude, that's so hard to believe, not that I don't believe you. Um, did you skip some grades maybe? You're one of those brainiac kids, huh?" I go, "How'd you know?" and she's like, "Well, you look about seventeen, and that's stretching it." We walk up the beach together with me bullshitting something about how I was a fifteen year old freshman at Merrimack, and now I'm a sixteen year old sophomore. I'm grinning to myself because now there's no danger of her coming on to me 'cause I'm way too young for her. If she has sex with me she could get in trouble. Heh heh. She goes, "Wow, fifteen years old and going away to college. Hey, what were your SAT scores?" I go, "Um, 800 for critical reading, 750 for mathematics, which is my weakest subject, and another 800 in writing. What'd you score?" She laughs, "I'm not saying after hearing your scores." We're walking up towards my beach chair, so I say, "I'm, ah, I've got to meet someone," and she asks, "Your parents?" I frown, "I'm not here with my parents, what the fuck? " and she goes, "Sorry, you gonna meet your girlfriend?" I go, "Um, no, just the guys from college I came on spring break

with." She says, "Well, if you're looking for a girlfriend my younger sister would be thrilled to meet you." I go, "Heh heh, that's nice, but I'm late as it is. See ya," and I grab my chair and turn it in. Fuck, I only had the chair for two hours and I paid for the whole day. What do I do now?

Can't hang out on this beach without meeting that girl's little sister and I don't think I wanna do that. I should have gone to Disney World with the guys and to hell with Danny being there. Back up on the hotel patio I sit down and text Robby, then Chubby. Both texts are delivered but not read. Probably because they're having a blast on the rides or whatever. Well, it's after one o'clock now so I might as well eat lunch. After buying a cheeseburger at the refreshment stand, I'm eating it while walking up the beach towards where Terry and I were at last night, thinking that basically this day blows! Finished my cheeseburger I buy a fountain Coke. Damn these are much better tasting than bottled Cokes. Then I'm up near the cement foundations that Willie and I sat on. I climb up and smoke a cigarette looking at everyone on the beach. I'm the only one alone, everyone else is with at least one other person. Huh. Then I hear, "Wha'cha doing up there." Looking down I see a young guy wearing a sleeveless University Of Southern California t-shirt. I'm like, "If you go to USC what the fuck ya doing here in Florida?" He shrugs, "Yeah, we have perfect weather in California, but this is some place different. And it's suppose to be like legendary for spring breaks." I go, "Yeah, but Fort Lauderdale's heyday was way, way back during the seventies when it was a much wilder time. I'm disappointed with it actually." He climbs up to sit next to me, saying, "Nice spot to check out the girl with the biggest tits on the beach." I glance at him frowning, and he asks, "Can I bum a smoke?" I give him one and hold my lighter for him to light his cigarette as I study the side of his face. He's okay, but not uniquely cute. Basically a nice looking guy who's at least young looking. He has light brown scraggily hair and a scraggily light brown beard that's just starting to come in. He grins at me with his pouty bow-shaped lips showing off the cutest freakin' grin with super white teeth, each one with a space between the top ones, and super pink gums. It's really a boyish grin! Then my eyes dart up looking into his piecing blue eyes… wow, sexy boy! I knew there had to be at least one in this town.

He exhales some smoke, asking, "Have you spotted her yet?" I'm still processing his awesome grin, so I'm like, "Huh, spotted who?" He grins again, mumbling, "The girl with the biggest tits." Shaking my head slowly, I mumble, "Nah, I'm not interested in that," and he inhales from his cigarette, nodding his head, Then with a smirk, he asks, "You gay?" I go, "You could say that, yeah," and he goes, "Fuck, that's cool. Ya know, you're the first person who hasn't hedged an answer to that. Usually they say they're bi." I shrug, and he asks, "What's it like fucking some guy up his ass?" I shrug, asking, "What's it like fucking some girl's pussy?" He blows smoke out, mumbling, "Don't know. Never done that, or any other kind of screwing. I'm a true virgin," then he holds his hand out to shake, saying, "Liam Dwyer," so I shake his hand quickly, saying my name. He goes, "Dylan? That's a cool name,"

and I do another shrug. Shrugging is habit forming, but can be an acceptable response to an infinite number of things. Liam says, "Ya got a boyfriend?" and I laugh. "Jesus, Liam, is this twenty questions or what?" He actually blushes, then says, "I get goofy meeting new people. Sorry." I shrug for the hell of it, then say, "Yes, I have a boyfriend. He took a side trip to Disney World today. He went with the other four guys I came down here with. I should'a gone too." With smoke drifting out his mouth and nose, he says, "I'm glad you didn't." I grin at that looking over at him again, asking, "Why's that?" and now it's his turn to shrug, "I don't know, I guess I'm glad to meet ya." Hmmm, is this leading anywhere? I check him out a little closer. He has a really nice slim body, although bordering on skinny, and I see his legs have fairly hairy calves, but hairless thighs. Nice legs though.

Not knowing how to proceed with this conversation, and remembering that guy last night who I thought was coming on to me, but he wasn't, I'm not jumping to any conclusions with Liam. He's wearing boardie swim trunks and the USC t-shirt, but nothing on his feet. No earring or tattoos either, none I can see. A clean cut kid except for his scraggily hair and scraggily, sparse beard. He breaks the silence with another question, "Um, how old are you, Dylan?" I go, "Twenty, I'll be legal age in August, why?" He shrugs, "Just wondered. You're very young looking for twenty." Maybe we can coordinate our shrugs so we're both shrugging at the same time. I mumble, "Yeah, someone told me I look too young for college not too long ago. Some girl." Liam has a sunburned nose and some freckles that are kinda cute. Hairy legs like I said, but no other body hair and hardly any hair on his arms. I ask, "Are you part American Indian by any chance?" He laughs, "I don't think so," then, "Do you wanna go in for a swim?" I say, "Yeah, sure," and we hop off the cement platform and walk towards the ocean finishing our cigarettes with me asking Liam, "Who'd ya come here with?" He goes, "My college roommate and his girlfriend. Kinda awkward being the third wheel, but Lenny talked me into it." After taking off his t-shirt and laying it on my sandals and my cigarettes, and the ten dollar bill I have in the box of Marlboros, Liam and I wade out in the water and then dive in to swim out further. I'm wearing my sunglasses which I should have left behind. Willie spent two hundred dollars for them and someone would probably steal them so I'm wearing them constantly pushing them up my nose making sure they don't fall off. We're swimming directly away from shore until I realize we're out too deep. What's this kid trying to do, commit suicide? The lifeguard realizes we're out too far at the same time I do and he starts blowing his whistle, standing and jumping on his life guard platform trying to get our attention. Liam grins. "I wanted to see how far out we could get without him doing that." Fuck this! I start swimming toward shore knowing damn well there's no way my feet would come close to touching the bottom if I tried standing.

Liam's a really good swimmer but when he gets ahead of me he stops and floats until I catch up, "You okay, Dylan?" I nod, too out of breath to speak. When I think maybe I can touch the bottom and rest a minute, I try it but need to stand on my toes to keep my mouth out of the water, so it's back to swimming. We make it back okay and walk up on the beach to collect our stuff with the lifeguard calling us over and then glaring at us. Liam ignores him, asking, "Do you have a towel?" I shake my head 'no' and he asks, "You wanna hang out together?" I shrug, "Yeah, okay," and he says, "Lets walk the

beach and get away from the overly enthusiastic lifeguard," and after a few steps, he asks, "If you don't mind me asking, how old were you when you first knew you' were gay?" I tell him, "Oh, it wasn't until late in my high school junior year. I was seventeen." He's like, "Um, ah, what'd you do? I mean, did you do something with another guy?" I ask him, "Liam, are you wondering if you're gay?" He goes, "Noooo, not me. I'm just interested in weird stuff." I give him a doubtful look and we walk some more, then he says, "Well actually I guess I don't really know if I am or not since I've never acted on impulses for straight or gay sex." I go, "Don't give me that double talk, dude, a person suspects they're gay if they're curious about it, so you do know or suspect you're gay. You maybe just don't want to admit it to yourself, which is fine too." He says, "No, really! I can't imagine putting a guy's dick in my mouth, I really can't. It's like, I don't know, we piss out of our dicks." I grin, "How often do you jerk off?" He goes, "Jerk off?" I'm like, "Yeah, jerk off." He laughs nervously, "I don't know. Once in awhile I guess."

We walk the beach slowly as he gets off that dicey topic and talks about the USC's football team, which was apparently really good. Frankly I know very little about it 'cause I don't follow college sports. He tells me the University of Southern California has over 40,000 students, counting the grad students. Of the total, 18,000 students are enrolled for four year programs and there are over 21,000 graduate and professional students in advanced studies for business, law, social work, and medicine. Yeah great, but this is way too much fucking information for me, although I do like hearing him talk. He has a cute voice and yes, a guy can have a cute sounding voice. I don't mean like a cartoon character, I mean a boyish sounding voice with almost a 'Gee wiz' aspect to it. Plus he talks with excited inflection as opposed to a flat monotone. He tells me he's a freshman and he's still excited about going to college. USC has a huge campus unlike Merrimack that I describe for him and he says, "I almost went to a small college. It seemed kinda cool going to a small New England college, but we live in California and my parents pushed me into choosing USC to be closer to home." I try telling him about the city of champions, Boston, which has had seven world championships in the last ten years. One for the Celtics, one for the Bruins, two for the Red Sox and three for the Pats. He listens politely but then informs me he follows mostly college sports. So he's the reverse of me, sports-wise. I go, "Oh, well, in that case we have no college championships in the last ten years. Or the last twenty-five years as far as that goes," He smirks, grinning his killer grin again, and says, "Oh, that's too bad," but he said it in a cute way. I go back to talking about pro sports and he rattles off colleges sports championships until we both laugh. I go, "Fuck sports, what else interests you?"

He's a car enthusiast knowing much more about vintage cars than I care to hear about, but I fake interest to be polite. He asks me what my interests are besides professional sports and I tell him, "Well, guys for one thing and, um, sports, and guys. I also am a accomplished barber and a good chef." He goes, "Oh, all gay stuff, huh," and again he's grinning and saying that in a kidding way as he bumps into my side. I go, "Liam, put the bong pipe down and get real. Do you really think all barbers and chefs are gay?" He goes, "No, but probably ten percent of them are." I look at him a second and he grins at me, so I squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling, "You're going out on a limb with that projection, huh?" He hunches his shoulders leaning into me. Well, that's encouraging. He goes, "You gave me chills, Dylan." I squeeze the back of his neck again, "This gives you chills?" He chuckles, "Yeah, nice chills." Then he says, "Lets go in for another swim," so that's what we do. This time we body surf instead of swimming so far out a lifeguard has a fit with his whistle. Liam surfs into me dunking my head as he does it and I come up wrestling with him. Jesus, nice body on this kid. At one

point he stops struggling letting me basically hug him. I look into his eyes and he blushes then swims away.

Back on the beach I look up seeing a little refreshment stand on the street, and say, "Lets get something to drink," and we walk up to the top of the beach. We're on the section of beach down past the promenade, so some industrious fellow has a refreshment cart that's doing a brisk business. We end up getting snow cones of shaved ice and cherry syrup. Sitting on a bench at a bus stop letting the sun dry our bodies we sit side by side slurping on the sweet very cold drink without talking. Liam glances over at me from time to time and when I look at him doing that, he blushes. Damn, I might have something here. He's an extremely likable kid. When we're done our snow cones, I ask him, "How long ya staying in Fort Lauderdale?" He goes, "Leaving

tomorrow," oh that's too bad. I offer him a cigarette and he takes one, saying, "I learned to smoke for the first time last fall's during first semester." I go, "You learned to smoke?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I never smoked before college but I thought I'd better start because it's like that's what you do in college. And drink beer too of course and I've finally gotten to a point where I don't hate the taste of it so much. Well, at least I can gulp it down when I need to." It occurs to me that Liam's the opposite of Terry in that Terry's totally himself while Liam is struggling to be his idea of what a college student should be, which is apparently not his normal self.

We talk a little about our high school days as we smoke enjoying the sunshine and refreshing breeze off the ocean. Liam was in the high school band playing trumpet, and he was also the manager of the basketball team, meaning he collected the dirty towels and passed out cups of Gatorade to the players. Then out of the blue he puts his fingers in his wild hair, "You're a barber, right Dylan? Could you give me a haircut?" and then, oh my god, what a deep blush on his face as he looks away, mumbling, "You probably don't want to do that since you're on vacation, huh?" I say, "It's not that, Liam, I don't have my barber stuff with me." He nods his head, and I go, "Come on, walk some more on the beach and I'll point out some guys who I think are hot." He goes, "Yeah, okay." We walk awhile with me pointing out nice aspects of different guy's appearance and he asks, "How about me? Do ya think I'm hot?" I chuckle, "Yep, I do," and he grins, mumbling, "Well, okay then, I'm a hottie," then he says, "Hey I think I might have barber scissors," and I go, "You do? Huh, okay then, sure, I'll trim up your hair for you. It can sure use it." He goes, "Yeah I know, but a lot of guys at USC have long hair." I rub my nose chuckling, "Do you do everything the other kids do?" He shrugs, "Not really, but I want to fit in. Um, I'm not the nerd I'm coming off as, Dylan. It's just, um, you make me a little nervous. You came right out admitting you're gay and I'm not sure how to act exactly, but I'm not really a nerd. I mean, I was popular in high school and I get along with the USC guys fine, but you're also, ah, well, it's like I've never met someone as, it's like, huh! This is embarrassing, but I never met anyone as good looking as you, and I'm not fucking coming on to you, please believe me. I've never done a single gay act in my life. Oh, um, not that there's anything wrong with gay acts, ya know, um, if you're gay." I'm laughing and squeezing the back of his neck again. He hunches his shoulders leaning against me like he did last time. I'd love to give him a hug, but I don't.

He bumps against my side again as we're walking, saying, "Okay, I'm done. I've made a big enough jackass out of myself to last me awhile. You must think I'm the weirdest kid you've ever come across." I go, "Definitely, Liam, but you're so fucking likable too, so I'm like, so what if your weird." He shrugs, mumbling, "Actually I'm not usually this weird. It's your fault." I look at him, mumbling, "Yeah, I get blamed for everything." Then somehow we get to talking about our families: he's an only child which technically I am too except I claim Chubby as my brother. Actually we are brothers from different mothers. I don't get into those details though. We've walked back far enough so now we're at the beginning of the promenade, and Liam's like, "My hotel's right up there. Lenny's out for the day with his girlfriend so if you're still okay with giving me a haircut, we could..." I go, "Sure, Liam, I love giving haircuts. I'm more than okay with it." he mutters, "Thanks, um, what kind of haircut should I get?" That question again. We discuss the options as we go into his hotel lobby. I've been putting on and taking off my sandals all day, although I don't know what happened to the t-shirt I had on when I left the hotel. I think I left it on a chair at the hotel patio. Liam didn't have sandals with him to put on or take off. As soon as we walk inside the lobby the man at the desk says to us, "Shirts are necessary in the lobby, fellows!" referring to me obviously, and the man adds, "And absolutely no bare feet in the lobby," referring to Liam. Liam doesn't even look at the man, saying under his breath, "Eat a shit sandwich, asshole," and we keeps walking. I'm laughing with my hand over my mouth, and thank god there's a elevator with it's door open that we slip into and Liam presses the button for the tenth floor.

As the elevator goes up, Liam says, "That dick-head at the desk told me the same thing about bare feet when I was leaving, but what's he going to do about it? Chase me." I'm still chuckling because Liam surprised me with his 'eat a shit sandwich' comment. He's two inches shorter than me and looking cuter by the minute. A short walk down the corridor on the tenth floor and then he's sliding his card-key opening the door to his room, asking, "So what haircut am I getting?" Inside his messy room, I say, "Well, we're a little bit limited because I don't have clippers, but I know a friend of mine who can give haircuts with only scissors that astonish me. So I guess I can do it too except no buzz cut or any haircuts along those lines. Other than that I can do just about any haircut you want." He says, "I'm going to buck the USC trend because you're right, Dylan, I don't need to be a follower. I'd like some kind of short haircut that I don't need to fuss with." Oh yeah, that's right up my alley. I'm like, "Where are the scissors?" He goes in the bathroom and comes out looking through his toiletry kit and comes up with a vintage pair of professional barber scissors. "Where'd you get these?" He says, "Ya know, I don't remember. Probably in the medicine cabinet at home. I was loading everything I could find in my toiletry kit and suitcase thinking who knows, maybe I'll need all this shit at college. My roommate laughed his ass off when I starting unpacking everything." I go, "Well, this is a damn good pair of scissors. Take off your shirt and I'll pull this desk chair into the bathroom. First I need to shampoo your hair, then I'll cut it in the bathroom so hair doesn't get on the carpet. Getting cut hairs off the carpet is a bitch." He goes, "You're the man, so whatever you say. I didn't expect a shampoo though." I go, "Nobody does, Liam. Get your ass in here." He grins, "Yes, boss."

I set the chair at the sink like I do at home. Hmmm, there's no spray attachment for the faucet so I'll use this cup to pour water over his head. Liam sits down, mumbling, "I'm a little nervous about this," I go, "I don't blame ya, but there's no need to be. I'm seriously good at this." I lean the chair back against the sink and turn on the water, he says, "I can't believe this. I'm usually not this daring, but something about you makes me feel I've known you for years, and I trust you." I mumble, "Very wise of you, Liam, and very perceptive too." He chuckles, mumbling, "Whatever that means." Seeing a comb on the counter next to the sink I use it to comb through his light brown wavy, almost curly hair that's maybe ten inches long, explaining, "I'm getting the tangles out, Liam" and he murmurs, "Sorry," like he's embarrassed there are tangles in his hair, which is kinda sweet of him. His chest is on the skinny side as are his biceps, but his stomach's flat and tight. I glance down at his hairy calves and his small feet, maybe size seven. Cute body reminding me of another similar body I'm familiar with. Actually I know a couple of borderline shinny guys. Liam has nice hair if unruly at the moment, and he has an excellent hairline too. Healthy hair that I predict will be with him a long time. Done combing the tangles out I'm pouring cups of water over his head wetting his long hair, asking him, "Do you always wear that scraggily beard?" quickly adding, "Don't get me wrong I think it's cool." He says, "I use a beard trimmer to keep it neat, but I didn't bring it with me."

His hair is very wet, "Ya got shampoo, right?" He points at the shower stall, "In there." I get the shampoo and pour some on his hair then massage it in. Liam does what most guys wind-up doing, he closes his eyes and relaxes. We don't talk during the shampoo which I drag out because I'm really enjoying myself. It's funny, but I feel the same way about him that he said he felt about me... I feel like I've known him for years. Isn't it odd the way some guys are like that? I rub my hand up the back of his neck into his hair and continue up the back and over the top. I'm surprised how comfortable he is having a person he just met doing this fairly intimate shampoo. Using both hands with all my fingers massaging his scalp gets a quiet sigh from Liam, so I glance at his lap but don't see any activity down there. Too bad. Huh, I wonder if he has a big dick. He's about Ryan's size or maybe slightly bigger so, like Ryan, Liam might have a big cock in his boardie bathing

suit. Rinsing his hair takes many many cups of water with me running my fingers through his hair with each cup. Not a peep out of Liam except for a sigh, or three, or four. He said I make him nervous but it's not looking that way to me. He's very relaxed.

When his hair is clean and rinsed I grab a towel and roughly dry his hair with Liam mumbling, "I was almost asleep, Dylan. That was awesome! Seriously." The hotel's hair dryer is noisy but powerful and combing through his hair as I'm blowing it dry goes pretty fast. Then I turn it off and say, "Could you stand up a minute," he does and I move the chair away from the sink and pat it. Liam sits back down, again mumbling, "Oh god, I'm nervous again." Now he is acting a little nervous as I comb though his hair, combing it forward. It reaches below his chin. "Nothing to be nervous about, Liam. Last chance though, what's it going to be?" He says, "You decide for me please, Dylan." I ask, "Short?" and he nods, muttering, "Yep, short." Running the comb down through the hair that's cover his face, I then close the scissors on the hair halfway down his forehead and, "Scrunch," though the hairs with a ton of hair hitting his lap. He says, "I can see out of one eye," and, "Scrunch," cuts across the rest of his bangs with an equally large pile of hair joining the first bunch. Liam reaches up feeling his short bangs, mumbling, "Oh shit." I say, "It needs to be shorter," combing up the bangs and putting the hair between my fingers pulling it back on top of his head, I cut another inch off. Then comb it forward and it's still too long so I comb his bangs up again between my fingers and cut another inch and a half off and now his bangs are less than an inch long, not blunt, but tapered. Those unfamiliar with haircutting techniques won't know what I'm talking about so I don't bother explaining that to Liam.

For the next twenty minutes I'm combing up long hairs between my fingers and, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," goes the very sharp professional barber scissors cutting easily through all that dry clean hair. When all the hair is about an inch long I then use the scissors over comb method to taper the sides and back of his head, cutting the hairs around his ears and near his neck quite short, tapering up the sides and back to meet the one inch hairs on top. It's long enough to lay down on his head, no bristly hairs in this haircut. Outlining around his ears with scissors doesn't do as good a job as the trimmer clippers would, but it looks good just the same. "All done, Liam." He watched the entire haircut in the mirror without ever complaining it's too short. He runs his fingers through his hair then looks at me, saying, "Dude, this feels good. You're not going to believe this probably, but this is almost the identical haircut I had all through high school. Middle school too for that matter." I'm like, "Really? That is a coincidence." He says, "Yeah, I was watching you get closer and closer to that haircut wondering how the fuck you knew." I shrug, "It looks good on your head. You've got nice hair. You could also do this with it," and I wet his bangs and comb them up. He says, "Too childish a look for a college student." I go, "If you say so," and comb his bangs down again.

We do a half ass job of cleaning up all the hairs on the floor, finally using a wet towel to get up the stray pieces although I still see strands of hair here and there. Liam doesn't seem to care about them so I don't either. He keeps running his fingers through his hair as I brush hairs clippings off his shoulder with my hand. He goes, "Your hand feels good, Dylan," and he looks back at me. I say, "Well, I gave you a free haircut so I deserve a hug at least," and hug him from behind with the side of my face against the side of his head. I'd noticed earlier that he smells good and with my face against the side of his head I need to stifle a low moan at the sexy scent coming off Liam. His scent and the feel of him get the attention of my dick. His body size is close to Ryan's, minus Ryan's muscles. During the short

hug Liam puts his head back on my shoulder, relaxed against me. So, I hold

onto him for longer than I expected he'd allow and when I give him an extra squeeze, he murmurs, "This feels good, but I should be the one giving you a hug" and I feel his face get hot as he does another blush. He's too nice to take advantage of so I let go of him, saying, "The haircut is paid in full now, Liam." I started to get a boner which is another reason I let go of him, and when he takes a deep breath turning sideways to me I see the bulge in his lap. Holy shit!

We look at each other, he clears his throat pulling at the lap of his swimsuit, looking away, then he asks, "What do ya wanna do now?" I shrug, smelling the back of my hand, "I don't know, what do you wanna do?" Still looking away, he mutters something that's too low for me to hear, so I ask, "What's that, Liam?" Without looking at me he says, "If you want to hug me some more it's okay. This is a really good haircut." I grin, turning him around, and give him a hug chest to chest this time with him sort of melding into me and hugging back. The sides of our faces are together, his shaggy beard is soft as a baby's hair and sexy against my cheek. Rubbing my fingers up the back of his head, I quietly ask, "Would you like to try something more than hugging?" He nods his head against my shoulder, murmuring, "If you want to, it's alright." I step back with a hand on each of his shoulders, "Look at me, Liam, please." He peeks up at me, and I say, "Only if you want to. You've got to want to, not just me." He looks down grinning and blushing, and I add, "Or we can continuing hanging out on the beach together. That's fun too and I really had fun giving you the haircut so we're even." I run my fingers through his hair again with him asking, "Um, I was wondering, um, do you ever kiss guys?" I go, "Only all the time. Why, do you want me to kiss you?" He mutters, "If you want to," and I laugh. "Um, we just went over this part, Liam. It needs to be what you want." He goes, "I may never get another chance as good as this so, yes, I want you to kiss me." I give him a three second kiss and then he steps back wiping across his mouth with the back of his hand. I'm grinning and Liam's trying not to, but he does anyway. Then he says, "That was okay." I say, "It'd be better if you kissed me back." He nods his head, then does a nervous laugh, "I feel weird doing this, but…" and he lifts his face with his eyes closed, I lean down a little and kiss him with my tongue going between his lips, against his teeth, and feeling the little spaces between them. He sort of kisses back opening his mouth a little and I slide my tongue on his. Liam stiffens, then steps back, again wiping his mouth.

I ask, "Okay? Had enough?" He shakes his head, 'no', and goes, "Today I'm the wild and crazy version of Liam Dwyer. I have a brand new short haircut and I'm kissing with an awesome looking guy, who's really nice." I go, "Perfect description of yourself, Liam. You're awesome looking and a really nice guy too." He grins, and says, "Thanks, can we try it again?" We do it again with me holding him in my arms and he again melds into me. God, he feels good. Moving my head, tonguing his mouth, his minimal mustache tickling my upper lip, and then I'm kissing his bottom lip sucking it between both my lips. Liam moans then backs away grabbing his junk, exclaiming, "You gave me a boner!" He says that as if it's the most shocking thing that's ever happened to him. I ask, "Don't you ever get boners?" He goes, "Not like this. Not from kissing, noooo fucking way." I'm just standing here as he takes a couple of deep breaths. Then he does a nervous laugh, asking, "What else can

we do?" That makes me laugh, then I ask, "Ever had your dick sucked?" He's

shaking his head, then says, "Nope," in a funny way. I ask, "Would you like to?" He nods his head, saying, "Yep," in the same funny way he said 'nope'. It makes me smile. I go, "It's really no big deal, Liam, it's done millions of times around the world every day."

He grins, blushing again, mumbling, "I gotta sit down for a second." He plops down at the end of one of the two beds, still playing with himself a little. Then he says, "That felt good, Dylan. Do you think I'm gay?" I go, "Whadda you think?" and he goes, "Yep", in that funny way he says things. Then he laughs nervously again, mumbling, "I feel so stupid." I say, "We don't need to do any more," and he goes, "Now you're teasing me. You know damn well I'm hooked. Actually I'm taking advantage of you and it's not fair of me. You have a boyfriend so you're probably not interested in doing stuff with me. Right?" I try imitating him saying, "Nope, that's not right," and he grins, then I say, "You, my young friend, are a very attractive guy and I'd be very happy to suck you off or have sex with you any way you want." He goes, "Oh yeah, will you let me fuck you?" I say, "Sure, I'd like that." He opens his eyes wide with a surprised expression, gasping, "Really?" and I nod my head, "Really." He makes a funny face, "Oh, I don't know if I've got it in me to do that, but oh fuck, that sounds so, um," and he laughs, "So unimaginable. Oh god! But I'm afraid I'd do it wrong or something, and maybe hurt you." I say, "Nah, it's kinda simple. There's not too many ways to do it. Do you want to?" He nods his head taking a deep breath, "I would, if I don't try it with you I might never try it at all. Oh my God, Dylan. I'm so nervous."

Sitting down on the bed next to him, I put my arm around his shoulders giving him a hug telling him about my first time with fat Carl. He's staring at me with his mouth slightly opened seeming so young and innocent. He finally says, "That's horrible, Dylan. That guy was a pig." I go, "Yep, which is why when I get the chance, I try to make a boy's, or rather young man's first time very pleasurable." He says, "I think it's so weird how I trust you so much, and we just met a couple of hours ago. It's like you make me feel safe, like you're taking care of me." Then he looks down, saying, "Oh fuck,

that sounded so hopelessly lame of me. It's you though. I get tongue tied and say stupid ass things around you because you're so fucking cool and so good looking and, um, cute. It's like I sorta wonder if you're making fun of me. No, I don't mean that. Yep, that was stupid too." I can't help but laugh, then mutter, "Sorry for laughing, but you're so fucking cute. Stop babbling and pull your bathing suit down. Don't think about it, just do it. We'll stop any time you want to." He grins and immediately pulls his suit down to his ankles, then goes, "Oooh, whooooa," and takes two deep breaths. Holy shit, I was right, he's got a big dick, although not quite as big as Ryan's. Bigger than mine though. I go, "Nice penis," and he picks it up in his fingers, saying, "To answer your question awhile ago, I jerk off three or four times a day," then he laughs nervously, blushing again. Then mutters, "I'm so pathetic." I laugh, "Oh really, whatever makes you say that?"

He calms down and asks in a matter of fact manner, "What should I do now?" I go, "We'll keep it simple. Step one, lay back on the bed." He does that and I say, "Step two, let go of your dick." He chuckles, mumbling, "Oh, right," and puts both hands behind his head. His legs are hanging off the end of the mattress, his ass at the edge, so I slide off the bed onto my knees, which puts my head level with his cock. He has very curly pubic hairs, but they're not long. I rub the palms of my hands back and forth on both his thighs, then reach down with both hands and rub up and back on his hairy calves. Liam shudders, and goes, "It feels good being touched. You're the first person ever to touch me like that, Dylan." He lifts his head and quietly says, "I'm so glad it's you that touching me first." I smile, "You have nice legs," and he does his nervous laugh, then says, "Hairy legs you mean." I go, "They're sexy, Liam," and he drops his head back on the bed, asking, "Really?" like he can't believe his legs are sexy. I go, "Not only your legs, Liam, you're a sexy guy, and cute too." He goes, "Don't ya think I'm too small, short, and skinny." I go, "Yeah, and sexy too." He mutters, "Thanks, if you really mean it." Hmmm, not over brimming with confidence is young Liam.

Picking up his cock in my fingers and stroking it gets Liam squirming on the bed giggling a little. Nice looking penis, long with average girth, pink and uncut. Like his fair complexion, his legs, chest, arms, and penis are very fair too. Nice smooth clear unblemished skin that looks very clean even though he's been in the ocean. Licking the head of his cock with a long lick makes Liam lift his ass off the bed, his body getting very stiff. Then he relaxes back on the mattress as I grin and try not to laugh, doing a fake cough instead. When I slide his cock into my mouth on my tongue he sits up humping his hips. I take his cock out, and say, "Lay back and try to stay still if you can." He takes a deep breath and lays back down as I suck his cock, licking around the head with my tongue, and Liam sits up again. The kid's got good stomach muscles… he must do a lot of sit ups. I continue sucking and licking on his cock as he reaches over and holds my head between both his hands as if he's ready to pull my head off if I bite it. I let him hold my head and continue sucking and licking, waiting for some precum. All the time I'm sucking his cock my eyes are looking up at him. His eyes are closed with his head back as his legs move, thump, thump, thump against the mattress on either side of my head.

I've got two to three inches of his quickly hardening cock in my mouth and there's still enough shaft outside my mouth to get my fist around, so I'm stroking his cock as I suck it. Almost immediately his cock gets as hard as a steel pipe with Liam, laying on his back again flouncing around on the bed grunting and moaning so much I bark out a laugh around his cock just as a drool of his precum rolls down the back of my throat making me cough. Swallowing to clear my throat and then pushing my face against his pubic hairs the head of his cock goes into my throat. I bob on it a few times and then suck the head again. That's it, Liam sits up again stiffly, humps his hips, and with a loud, "Aaaaaah," cum shoots to the back of my mouth. I swallow it just before the main, long stream of cum fills my mouth and squishes out the sides. I'm sucking drools of spunk from the head of his cock that's so hard it feels like a marble shaft on my tongue. His climax complete, Liam lays back on the bed again making quiet moans of pleasure, then his body shudders and I take his cock out of my mouth and sit back on my ankles rubbing his legs, then rubbing my junk through my shorts. I've got a nice boner too, but then I always get one sucking someone off and does it ever feel good.

Standing up and sitting on the bed next to where Liam's laying, I pick his dick up and stroke it a few times. Liam reaches down to push my hand away, mumbling, "Don't, Dylan, it's feeling awesome, sort of vibrating or something, but it's real sensitive too." I'm like, "Well, your spunk was tasty, Liam, and there was a lot of it. How'd you like your first blow-job orgasm?" He smiles, "It was nice. Better than jerking off, but I wanna cum while fucking you up your ass and now I've shot my load already." I'm like, "Well, I haven't shot mine so how about if I show you how anal sex feels in your hot ass." He sits up, "Um, that's too advanced for me, Dylan. Anyway I know how anal sex is done. I've seen like a hundred videos of young guys fucking other young guys. I once saw a video where an older guy had two really cute eighteen year old boys on leashes and he was fucking them both doggy style, one then the other, then back to the first doggy. That got me jerking off like mad. It was really hot!" Huh, he sounds like Sonny who's only sexual experience before me was porn videos. Probably the same ones Liam watches.

I really want to feel my cock in Liam's ass though, so I say, "Come on, I'll just do it a little and if it hurts you I'll stop." He bites his bottom lip, thinking. Then he goes, "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me, so okay. If it hurts you'll stop though, right?" I shrug and pat his leg, "Sure, Liam, I don't want to hurt you. I want you to experience taking a hard cock up your ass to see if you like it. If you don't, I'll stop. You should at least try it once or how will you know?" He nods, "I trust you, Dylan," and he laughs, "After all, we've known each other like forever." I chuckle, "It seems that way, doesn't it? Funny how that works sometimes. It's kinda rare though." He smiles, "Thanks for sucking my dick," and I go, "It was my pleasure. Um, do you have something like Vaseline for a lubricant? It'll help, especially your first time." He grins, "I use baby oil, the unscented kind, to jerk off with sometimes. It's in a plastic bottle so it's not obvious what it is. I squeezed it from the Johnson's baby oil bottle into the generic plastic bottle. Oh fuck, I'm telling you all my secrets." I'm

like, "Get it for me, okay?" He gets off the bed muttering, "Sure," and as

he's looking in his toiletry kit, I ask, "What is it you think about when you're jerking off?" Holding a little plastic bottle up, he says, "I'm embarrassed to tell you this, but I think about Lenny, my roommate. I've seen him naked many times, almost daily and I think about fucking his ass. He has a hot ass." He hands me the baby oil, as I ask him, "Lenny have a hairy ass?" He goes, "Not especially, some hairs but not many. His ass is actually kinda big. He's got a big butt."

When I drop my shorts, Liam's eyes get big as he exclaims, "You shave your pubes!" I chuckle, "Mostly my boyfriend shaves them and I shave his. It feels cool." He goes, "Looks cool too, but I don't have the balls to do that. I've gotta shower in the dorm with other guys." Shrugging, I mutter, "Too bad," and he goes, "No, it's cool seeing naked guys. I check them out in a way that not too obvious, but I've been called on it a few times." This one guys held out his dick, saying to me, "You like my big dick, Liam? Wanna suck it?" Ha ha,." I told him, "In your dreams, dude," and looked away." Stroking my cock with the slippery baby oil gets it feeling really good again, and it gets hard too. Liam's staring at it, then he mumbles, "That looks good and hard. What should I expect because right now I'm scared shitless ," then he laughs his nervous laugh again. I say, "It'll feel really tight and much bigger than it is, but stay relaxed if you can. Don't let the muscles in your buttocks tighten. Keep 'em loose."

Liam's rubbing his mouth looking scared, so I go, "Maybe we should wait until later, or another time to try this. Whaddaya say?" He goes, "There probably won't be another time so I'll try it now with just the head of your boner if that's alright. If I can take the head in my ass you can push in a little further. Okay?" I say, "That's a deal, and a promise. Um, how about laying on the bed. You know, on your stomach this time with your legs hanging

over the end of the mattress. By the way, is this your bed?" He laughs, "Hell no, it's Lenny's. I don't want spunk on my bed." I shake my head chuckling. Liam's a hot shit. He lays on his stomach with his ass at the end of the mattress, but his knees don't reach the floor so his legs are stretched out and his toes are on the floor. I spread his legs a little and he gets comfortable on the bed looking back at me, muttering, "I'm getting ready to scream." I go, "Think more positive thoughts than that one."

Spreading some baby oil on his anus, moving the pad of my finger around it, then I push my finger inside and his body gets stiff. "Relax, Liam, it's only my finger." Feeling around in his rectum until my finger is on his prostate button I rub it and he lifts his ass going, "Mmmmm, oh shit, it feels like I'm gonna cum." I go, "You just shot off a big load in my mouth." He nods, "I don't care. It feels like I'm just about to cum again." I pull my finger out without much hope this is going to work out well for me. After spreading his butt cheeks and sliding my thumb over his slippery asshole a few times, I line up the head of my boner and put a little pressure against his asshole. The lips spread a little as Liam goes, "Oooh, slow! Go slow," and I try going slow, but the head slips right in. It's snug but with the baby oil it only took a little pressure to pop inside. I look at Liam who's looking at me, "Did that hurt?" He goes, "Not really, but you're right, it feels larger than I expected." Huh.

I rub his sides forgetting I've got the baby oil on my hands. He goes, "Thanks a lot, Dylan, now you smeared baby oil on me." I mumble, "Sorry," and push my cock in another inch. Liam goes, "Uummm, oh that's really tight," but he said nothing about it hurting him. I ask, "Are you sure this is your first time?" He's like, "Swear to God it is. Man, it feels so big." Pushing in more, he yells, "Wait! That hurt," so I wait a minute massaging his butt cheeks lightly. Nice ass, really nice ass! He asks, "Are you almost all the way in?" I lie, "Just about," not adding that he's got four more inches to go. He squirms on the beds, then says, "It feels pretty good actually. You can't imagine how surprised I am that this is happening. When I got up this morning I had no idea what an important day for me it would turn out to be." As he was talking I slid my boner another two inches up his ass. It's very tight, but that adds to how awesome my cock feels. Liam goes, "It started hurting again so don't do any more, okay?" I say, "Okay," and push in the last two inches with Liam screaming, "No more!" I've got a half inch to go before I'm tight against his buttocks so I lean in and my belly pushes against him as I go, "Mmmm, that feels good."

I rub his back and then his skinny shoulders, asking, "Are you okay, Liam." He grunts, "I think so. I'm finally getting fucked. I can't believe it's actually happening." I nod my head as my shoulders shudder on their own. With a quiet gasp I slowly withdraw my hard cock that's gotten harder during the trip up Liam's rectum. I almost expected to run into an, um, obstruction. Happily that didn't happen. It's a good reason to wear a condom, but I'm in love with bare- back fucking as a 'top' and a 'bottom'. Liam mutters, "That felt good, Dylan. What'd you do?" I go, "I pulled my cock back. Now I'm pushing it in again." Halfway in he screams again, "Stop! Please wait, Dy lan, that hurts." So I wait and then try again and while he grunts and squirms he doesn't scream as I get my belly tight against him again. This is a bit of a pain-in-the-ass way to fuck, but it feels so good it's worth the trouble. Ya know what? I'm definitely going to open a school for gay virgins,

and for curious straights too. I'll work with the lads individually after a group class on sucking cock and anal fucking. And I won't charge much for the course, maybe ten bucks. Braking in virgins might be my calling in life. I'm slowly withdrawing my boner again, with Liam muttering, "That feels good," and then my cock's back up his ass without stopping this time and he shudders on the bed. I withdraw and push right back up his ass with Liam shaking a little and moaning, "Aaaaah, oooh, mmmmm nice." And again, and again causing more squirming and moaning from him but no pleas for me to stop,

Then it's steady, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds with both of us humming moans and Liam pushing his ass up at my thrusting. Another natural bottom! "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and my orgasm gathers strength and build with my nuts getting hard, and it feels so good I start fucking him faster. I'm gripping his hips obvious now to his moan and shudders. "Slap, slap, slap," as I'm pulling his hips and ass back into my fast thrusting. His body is relaxed and limp and it feels so good my boners getting even harder with the head swelling and me biting my lip because it's on me now. I grunt with each hard hump up his ass, pounding into him now. A minute or maybe less of my fast humping and his body gets stiff as a board with him doing desperate groaning, "Oooh! Umm, umm," he bucks his hips and moans, "Agh, agh, yeaaah," as he must have shot a spurt of watery cum for his second orgasm in fifteen minutes. I know from experience that it probably felt to him like more than a squirt. I groan myself, leaning against him now and humping on his butt cheeks until I squeal and unload a good shot of cum followed by a long ejaculation and another short one with my head back. Laying against him for a couple of seconds with sensations popping all around my body, then another body shudder as sensations roar around my groin, another shudder and then I relax and thrust in his sloppy rectum maybe ten times feeling momentarily weak. Pulling my cock from his ass and watching my cum drool out his ass, then I'm staggering back a few steps looking at Liam. He's laying there with his hand under him, stroking this cock with his ass pushed up off the mattress. He mutters, "Small climax that felt really good." He turns over grinning, then sits up, saying, "I've finally been fucked. I'm not a virgin now." Taking a deep breath I smile at him, "How'd it feel?" He shakes his head, "I can hardly believe it, Dylan, it felt as good as it looked on the videos. What a sensation." No mention of the earlier hurt in his ass.

I'm nodding my head, "I'm glad for you, Liam. It felt fabulous for me too. Ya know, some guys simply can't take a cock inside their ass and I feel bad for them because they don't know what they're missing. Being versatile doubles your pleasure. It's awesome being either a bottom or a top." He grins, very pleased with himself. Then he goes, "And later I'm going to see how the other half lives, right?" I go, "Absolutely, but lets get cleaned up now and get some dinner. Maybe walk on the beach a little." He hops up and gives me a hug, "Thanks for doing this. It's like, I don't know… a whole new world is opening up to me now. No more fantasizing because now I know." We walk in the bathroom with me saying, "Yeah, but now you need to find a fuck buddy, which ain't as easy a thing as you might think. You'll need a little luck, but you're prepared when the time comes." As we get washed up and I help clean Liam's ass I'm admitting to myself that wasn't one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life, but the worst sexual experience I've ever had was still pretty good. Liam's definitely not my type, but he's cute and he's a really good guy, so it's been fun. I'll probably like part three the best. I always like sucking a cute guy off, and fucking him was an unexpected bonus, but part three, him fucking me will complete the trifecta. A trifecta I consider better than the one Chubby won four hundred dollars on.

to be continued… Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com

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