DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 70
by Donny Mumford
Liam and I are washing up in the bathroom of his hotel room. Earlier I had oral sex with him and then a little later anal intercourse, both were first time experiences for him. Neither sexual act was especially 'hot' for me but they were for Liam, which was the whole idea anyway. It's not like I didn't enjoy myself because I did, it's just that it wasn't as sexually arousing as sex with an experienced partner. Liam's obviously a little late to the gay sex 'party', although he's not the only one. Many gay guys are inexperienced at age twenty because they're either in the 'closet' or too bashful to reach out to someone, and no one has reached out to them. Hell, that's how I was at age seventeen and then fat Carl took be under his wing and... BOOM! Obviously everyone, gay or straight, is sexually naive and inexperienced until that first time, and happenstance has a lot to do with when that first time happens. In addition to the sex with Liam I got to give him a haircut which pretty much got the party started the way it occasionally does. Actually Liam and I connected almost as soon as we met and it wasn't too long before we felt like we'd known each other for a lot longer than a couple of hours.
Now that we've calmed down, and cleaned-up, and are feeling good... we're ready for dinner. As Liam changes his shirt I'm looking at a ten page paper on the desk that he wrote for his Lit class and got an A- on. Hmmm, I could maybe use this for my last paper of the semester. Yeah, a little extra credit that I supposedly spent all spring break working on, heh heh. Can't hurt my grade I shouldn't think. Liam looks over my shoulder, saying, "Oh yeah, that's a rare A in lit class for me. My roommate didn't believe me so I showed it to him." I go, "Would you mind if I borrowed this?" He says, "Oh, you want to copy it, huh?" I say, "No, not exactly, I'm housebreaking a puppy." He laughs, rubbing my head, then goes, "Sure, take it. I'm flattered you wanna copy it." I mumble, "Thanks, I'll pick it up after dinner. Where we gonna eat?" That's a good question. We don't have a car at our disposal so our only choices are restaurants we can walk to. That means an eatery along the promenade.
Wandering along the promenade smoking cigarettes we're checking out restaurant possibilities by reading the menus on display outside of most places. As we're doing that Liam's in an especially happy frame of mind. Actually he's acting like a little kid gushing over a new bike, but instead of a new bike he's gushing over the fact he's no longer a virgin. It's kinda cute and sweet and I feel good about helping him out in that regard. Like I said, he's immature about sex, but his immaturity is allowing me to feel very mature by comparison. Not just about sex either and I don't usually get to feel more mature than my peers about almost anything, so I'm kinda enjoying it. Yep, that's me tonight, big brother Dylan. If I had the propensity for it, which I don't, it would be a simple matter for me to slip into a dominant role with Liam. I'm pretty sure he'd go along with it, but that's not the way I roll, to use an outdated phrase. The fact remains though that there are those who would take advantage of Liam and that could be a problem for him should he encounter someone like that. Someone like asshole Marty for example. I'm wondering if I should presume to mention this little tidbit to Liam. In my capacity as his mentor I decide it's my responsibility to sneak in a little schooling about sub/dom relationships and see what he has to say about it. Hell, he might already know all about it from the gay sex videos he jerks-off to.
I'm not sure how to approach the topic, so what the fuck, I'll come right out with it, "Um, Liam, do you know what a submissive/dominant relationship is?" He goes, "Yeah, I think I do, but I'm not exactly sure." I say, "Well, I'm referring to a sub/dom sexual relationship where one partner dominates the other. A dominant sex partner is totally in charge and the submissive guy does what he's told. The submissive guy might get tied up, or spanked, or fucked with a dildo. That sort of thing." He laughs, "Yeah, I've seen some of that shit online, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. What do you think?" I'm like, "Um, it depends. If there's mild forms of BDSM involved I'm okay with it. However in some relationships there's rougher BDSM stuff like whipping and degradation that gets kind of sick as far as I'm concerned. That's not to say I'm judging someone who gets off on it, it's just not for me." He asks, "We didn't do any of that, did we?" I laugh, "You don't know? No, we didn't." He asks, "If we did would I be the submissive one?" I go, "Not with me you wouldn't be. Anyway you're more than likely neither dominant nor submissive as most guys aren't. When you become sexually active with other gay guys though you may meet a dominant type. There are definitely gay guys who insist on dominating so just be aware of them. You being kinda naive about sex, no offense intended because we all were naive about it at some point in our lives, you might allow yourself to be submissive to someone who might take advantage of you. So I'm merely saying you need to be aware of that and avoid it if it's not something you're interested in " He shrugs, "I'm not worried about that, Dylan. I can take care of myself, and I'm not as naive as you might think." I go, "Good! Still, I suggest you Google the shit out of the sub/dom topic so you'll recognize right away when a guy is getting too dominant for your liking."
He thinks about that a bit, then says, "Sure, I'll Google it, Dylan, but I'm not as much of a nerd as I seem to be today. Today was so unusual for me, meeting you and everything. Then my ballsy new short haircut and getting my dick sucked and then losing my cherry. It's like, of course I'd seem naive to you." I go, "Yeah, I get that, but what's the harm in educating yourself a little bit. I wish I'd have done that with fat Carl." Liam smirks, "Hey, what if I'm the dominant type myself?" and I go, "Trust me, you're not," and he goes, "Okay, but what if I like some guy being in charge?" I shrug, "That's a possibility and it's usually no problem, but there are predators out there who you need to be aware of and stay clear of. That's all I'm saying." He laughs, "You know, you're ruining my happiness with all this scary negativity. I'm finally not a virgin and now I gotta look out for gay boogie men who want to do me harm." To lighten-up a little, I say, "I'm just saying be aware and prepared for what some people are capable of. Luckily you ran into awesome me instead of some pervert." He laughs, "You're joking about it, but you are awesome!" I squeeze the back of his neck just to see his shoulders hunch and get him leaning into me again, which he does, I mumble, "Thanks, Liam. You're awesome too." What the fuck, I tried and maybe he will Google and learn something about the extremes of sub/dom sex. Hell, I'm a fine one to lecture him on being careful anyway. I've been reckless myself in that regard. Luckily most of my dominant sex partners weren't sadistic. I haven't had much experience with the really dominant asshole types and I'm going to keep it that way. That being said I still enjoy being submissive at times during sex. Liam will find his own level of comfort and probably it won't involve any type of sub/dom relationship.
Stopping at a restaurant advertising 'The Best Steaks and Chops In Fort Lauderdale', I look at their menu. Huh, a steak sounds good. I'm hungry, so I'm like, "How 'bout this place, Liam?" He goes, "Yeah, okay. I ate here last night with Lenny, and Sissy. It was good, but kinda expensive. Angus beef, ya know?" No I don't know, but we go in anyway. Duh, of course it's crowded. I register with the woman at the desk, and then we find a place around the crowded bar. Liam says, "I'll just get a Coke, Dylan." I'm like, "Fuck, whaddaya think I'm getting. I can't get served." The girl next to me at the bar gives me a smile and then turns to the guy she's with, saying, "Buster, help this kid out. He's cute like my little brother, Tom." The big guy leans over the bar in front of the girl, asking me, "Dude, you want me to order you a drink?" He has a very deep voice and that plus the high decibel level in here sorta gets my eardrums vibrating. The faded t-shirt he's wearing has, 'MARYLAND' on the front. I turn to face the guy and his girlfriend; then, grinning at the girl, I ask, "Is your brother really as cute as me?" The girl and Buster both laugh, then Buster says, "No way, dude, you're cuter," and the girl bumps into him, going, "Tommy's cute too!" Buster holds out his fist to me, "I'm Tim Buster and this is my girlfriend, Red, how you guys doing?" I bump his fist and introduce Liam and myself, then say, "Yeah, a drink would be awesome, Buster. What are you drinking?" He holds up his mostly full highball glass, "We're getting hammered on bacon infused bourbon old fashions. Awesome drink, dude. Do ya wanna taste?" Not out of his glass I don't, so I'm like, "I'll take your word for it. Sure, I'd like one of those. Oh, and a Coke for my friend here." Liam says, "No, I'll have one of those too." Buster holds his arm up and a bar maid comes down, asking, "Two more, big guy." Buster nods his head giving her a toothy smile.
The drinks are put in front of Buster and he slides then down to us, "Here ya go, Dylan." Red holds up her glass, saying, "Cheers, guys," and we click glasses and take a sip. Liam says, "Hey, this is good!" and I'm like, "Yeah, it is," although it's wicked strong. I go, "Thanks, Buster. What do we owe you?" He goes, "It's on me, guys. What school do you go to?" I'm like, "Thanks, man, let me get the next round." I tell him my college and then we have a question and answer session, which is what you do with strangers. Liam tells them about USC and we find that Buster and Red go to the University Of Maryland, like his t-shirt strongly suggests. They're seniors just about to graduate. The hotel they're staying at is the Hilton Beach Resort and from what they say it sounds like a really jumping spot. Neither of them ever heard of the hotel I'm staying at, but they stayed at Liam's hotel two years ago. We learn that Buster and Red have been going together since high school and blah, blah, blah. Although it's difficult carrying on a conversation in here because it's noisy and music is playing loudly, we manage by shouting at one another like everyone else at the bar is doing. Buster seems like a nice guy although he's not good looking, but his girlfriend's pretty. He's big and she's tiny so it must be interesting in bed having sex. I can't help but wonder about her cute brother, Tommy. If he's as petite as she is I'd like to meet him. Little guys often have humongous cocks. She's very nice and makes Buster buy us all another round. Just as we're thanking him for our second drink his name is called over the PA system. He goes, "That's our table guys, nice meeting you." Red, being a little drunk, gives me a kiss on the cheek, then Liam's cheek, saying, "You guys are adorable." Liam's face catches on fire as she walks away with Buster's huge arm across her shoulders.
After putting out the fire on Liam's face, I go, "Nice couple, huh?" He's like, "Yeah, this bacon drink rocks!" We both guzzle down some of the strong bourbon drink, then Liam says, "Um, I was impressed by the way you talk so easily with strangers, Dylan?" I'm like, "Actually I need to force myself to do that. It doesn't come naturally for me, but it gets easier the more I force myself to do it. If the strangers are nice it's easier, but with assholes I tend to clam-up and try making an exit. Anyway, Buster spoke to me first, so that helped a lot." He says, "I wish I could just strike up a conversation like you did with them." I shrug, "Well, I don't know what to tell ya." and we grin at each other tapping our old fashion glasses together and taking another swallow." He goes, "These are strong drinks, huh?" Somebody taps my shoulder and I look around and there's a girl I've never seen before. She asks, "Can you order drinks for me and my girlfriend? Just a couple of beers." I explain our situation to her and she goes, "Thanks for nothing, asshole," and walks away with another girl. What the fuck? Liam's frowning, "Didn't she believe you?" I shrug, "Fuck her," and then I'm like, "I could really go for a cigarette about now. Booze makes me want to smoke." He's like, "We'll lose our spot at the bar if we go out for a smoke." Yeah, he's right. It's even more crowed now than it was when we came in. It's spring break, so yeah every bar is packed with college kids. The lady bartender walks up in front of me, saying, "It's a shift change, hun, and I need you to settle up your tab." Tab? I look at Liam, then back to the bartender, asking, "What tab?" She puts a computer strip in front of me, saying, "This one for ten bacon infused old fashions that you and your friends ordered." I'm like flabbergasted, sputtering, "He, um, that other guy ran up this tab, not me. Their name got called when their table was ready." She says, "Hey, collect it from him honey, or whatever. It's that big guy with the redheaded girl, right?" I nod, muttering, "Yeah, Buster and Red," She goes, "Well it's $122.34 with tax, I'll be back for it," and she goes further down the bar passing out three more tabs like this one. Liam says, "Let's get out of here, Dylan." I gulp the rest of my drink down and leave the computer slip on the bar without so much as touching it. We make our way through the crowd as fast as we can, then the door. "Lets jog a little, Liam," and that's what we do.
When we're a couple of blocks away from the restaurant we stop running, but continue walking. No one is chasing us yelling 'thief', but I'm pissed, "Nice couple, my ass!" Liam goes, "Maybe the bartender will collect from Buster at their table." Then he goes, "Oh shit, you gave them your name at the front desk. Maybe they can find what hotel you're staying at." I say, "Not likely, I gave the name, Dr. Lecter. I thought you'd get a laugh when that name was called, heh heh." He goes, "You're so cool," and I'm like, "I picked up that little trick from my brother." We keep walking on the beach until we're at the end of the promenade and then settle for two grilled hot dogs instead of a steak dinner. Liam, finishing his second hot dog, mumbles, "We saved some money anyway. Like I said, that place is expensive." I shrug, "Yeah, but a steak for dinner with some fries and a salad sounded good to me. Maybe some fried onion rings too." He asks, "What time is it?" "Ah, it's almost nine o'clock, why?" He says, "Lenny could be back in the room by now, or if he's not we can't be sure when he will be, so..." I go, "So we can't get laid in there, right?" He nods, "Yeah, I'd be too nervous he'd come in on us. Damn, I really wanted to, um, fuck your hot ass," and he grins patting my left butt cheek." I go, "And you're leaving in the morning, huh? Damn, and I need to get that lit paper you got the A on."
Carrying our sandals we walk on the beach down past the promenade, then I have an obvious thought, "Well, Liam, can't you just text your roommate and ask what his plans are?" He says, "I could except for two things. One, my cell phone is in the room and, two, if I used yours he'd be curious and I don't lie very good. He'll start asking me questions." That's pretty lame, but I put my arm across his shoulders giving him a hug against my side, telling him, "We'll think of something, Liam. There are places outside we can do it. We just need to find the right place." Liam's like, "Oh fuck, I couldn't do that, Dylan. Not outside, no way." Not wanting to disappoint him, I mutter, "Yes you can, there are ways, buddy. This will be your virgin cock's first time fucking someone." We're both feeling the bourbon drinks because each drink was basically six ounces of bourbon on the rocks. That con artist, Buster, said there's some bitters, orange, and sugar along with the bourbon, but except for the ice it was basically all bourbon. We're walking slowly, my arm across Liam's shoulders and he has his arm around the back of my waist, which surprises me. It's nice though. I ask, "Do you realize we're walking like a girlfriend and boyfriend?" He looks at me, "No we're not, we're boyfriend and boyfriend." I laugh because he's obviously drunk. Giving his shoulders a hug, I mumble, "Yeah, I guess technically you're right, although we're actually not boyfriends." He goes, "Yeah, we are, and I'm going to dominantly fuck your hot ass any minute now." That makes me laugh so hard I need to stop and bend over. The innocent way he said that just struck me as so fucking funny, especially considering how naive he is and just five minutes ago he said there's no way he could fuck outside. I can't stop laughing so I guess I'm a little drunk too. Liam starts laughing although I don't think he knows what we're laughing about.
I'm going , "Oh god, you are so fucking funny, Liam!" I'm gasping and taking a deep breath wiping the tears from my eyes. Taking another deep breath, I say, "Oh fuck, that was priceless." He's grinning, asking, "What? What'd I do?" I'm staring at Liam's cute grinning face. He looks so young with the little spaces between his top teeth and his new short haircut. He makes quite a picture, especially because of the way he's standing with the huge full moon way out over the ocean seemingly right behind his head. He's such a deliciously naive boy I can't resist holding his face between my hands and kissing him. His arms go around me and we do a hot wet kiss with my tongue in his mouth tasting mustard from the hotdog. He moans as our lips slide apart and the side of our faces move against one another during a tight hug, his arms around my back and my arms around the back of his neck. It's gives both of us boners. After hugging tightly for a little bit, I kiss his lips quickly, letting go of him, murmuring, "I'm so glad we ran into one another, Liam." He's biting his bottom lip staring at me, then he mutters, "You gave me another boner," and we start laughing again. I go, "Lets walk near the ocean," and I take his hand. We saunter down towards the ocean hand in hand, as he says, "I never in a million years would ever have thought I'd be holding hands with another guy on spring break. I just never thought it could happen." Squeezing his hand, I murmur, "It feels nice, doesn't it?"
Still carrying our sandals, and now without talking, we walk down the wet part of the beach just outside of where the waves run out. Way down past the hotels we hear faint music and stop to listen. Liam says, "Sounds like another beach party." I don't see any lights on the beach and after another hundred yards, with the music getting louder and louder, I see lights just off the beach. "Lets walk up towards the street, Liam. It looks like the beach party isn't on the beach." The area of the beach we're at runs steeply up to the street above us. Sure enough, at the street level we see a huge party on a parking lot. There's a truck with a stage in back of it and big banners advertising a radio station. On the stage is a DJ playing rock music and about a hundred college kids are dancing on the parking lot in front of the stage with another hundred hanging around the perimeter of the dance area. Everyone has big plastic cups of beer in their hands. Behind the parking lot is a large shopping center that's closed for the night. Two police cars are beyond the truck with cops leaning against the fenders of the patrol cars smoking. Huh! "Liam asks, "What the fuck is this?" I go, "Some radio sponsored spring break party. Probably promoting Fort Lauderdale as a spring break paradise. See the guy taking video." The camera the man is holding has writing on the side: WSVN-TV NBC. "This is like an advertisement for Fort Lauderdale so college students will see a fifteen second clip on NBC news and want to come here for spring break next year."
As we walk onto the parking lot, the song ends. It was, 'Change' by Crystal Fighters, which is a cover of The Tears For Fears band. The DJ takes the microphone to promote his FM station. Seems like a waste of time since well over ninety percent of these two hundred college-age students won't be in Fort Lauderdale next week. The DJ has several chins and his fading blond hair is cut in the longish hair style of the eighties, which looks like shit on older middle age guys. He's a fat man with a sharp beaked nose jutting from his red dumpling face. The top buttons of his extra large shirt are unbuttoned and the shirt hangs over the mass of his stomach like a flag for his appetite. He babbles on as the crowd gets restless and then 'Meet Virginia' by the rock band, Train, begins playing, and the man with several chins goes back to doing whatever he was doing before he interrupted the music.
After getting big plastic cups of beer we drink and smoke watching the dancers from the edge of the crowd. I'm thinking of asking if Liam to dance when he says, "I'm not too good at telling jokes, Dylan, but I just thought of this one. I'm gonna try telling it to you." I'm like, "Go ahead." He goes, "There's these two mental patients. A man, Ralph, and a woman, Edna, hanging out together during a rare field trip outside the mental institution. They're at a lake and everything is going good until Ralph suddenly jumps into the lake and sinks like a stone. Edna jumps right in after him and saves the dope. The head nurse sees this and back at the mental ward she fills out the paperwork for Edna to be discharged. Then she tells Edna she has good news and bad news. Edna's like, 'Duh, what is it?' The nurse tells her the good news is Edna's being released back into society because she reacted rationally to a crisis situation by saving Ralph's life, indicating mental stability. The bad news is Ralph hung himself with his bathrobe belt off the shower rod in the bathroom. Edna says, 'Oh, Ralph didn't hand himself. I hung him up there to dry'." I laugh because it was Liam telling the joke, but I'd heard it before. Liam was cute telling it, laughing the whole time, obviously anxious to tell me the punch line. He's a very likable kid, as I've mentioned before.
I finally get him to dance with me. We find a space on the dance floor but it's so crowded it's hard to know who's dancing with who. Liam dances okay too, which kinda surprises me, but before we know it we're dancing with two girls who had been dancing with each other. We do that for two fast numbers and then a slow number comes on and I say, "Excuse us girls, we gotta get another beer." Liam and I exit without ever finding out the girls' names. Liam says, "That girl you were dancing with was kinda cute, but the one I danced with was lumpy." I go, "Yeah, with her robust shape she really shouldn't wear anything clingy." There are two half kegs of Miller beer. One light and one regular. After waiting in line we get another sixteen ounce cups of beer from the regular keg. Of course we need another beer like we need another hole in our heads, but because we're shit-faced already it seems like a good idea. What the fuck, it is spring break and the drinks have all been free tonight.
Standing near the beach drinking, smoking, and listened to the music we watch people dance commenting critically about individuals' dancing styles. Then we talk about how cool it is being away from home, college, and all responsibilities for a week. Near us other guys are drinking and talking and one guy yells, "You're so full of shit, Hank! You'd need help like anybody else. It's like Hemingway said, no man is an island," and Liam calls over to them, "It was John Donne who said that, not Hemingway." The four guys gawk over giving Liam dirty looks and one of the guys gives him a finger while another one says, "No shit, asshole. Your mommy called and she wants you to come home now." Not real friendly so I drift over near the keg pulling Liam's arm so he'll follow me. "Liam, I'd rather not get in a fight tonight if you don't mind. A debate as to who wrote whatever doesn't sound like a good time to me, especially with drunks." He nods his head, then says, "I'm drunk too. Those were big drinks, the old fashion ones and then these beers." That has nothing to do with what I just said to him, but I'm feeling a little tipsy myself. I mumble, "Yeah, all big drinks tonight, but what I'm trying to tell you is that some guys are always looking for trouble so don't encourage them. Ya know, just don't talk to anyone, okay?" He frowns and I'm like, "You ready for another beer?" He goes, "Fuck, I guess so. These are big cups though." Oh man, yeah big drinks, I get it. There's still a line at both kegs as the partiers get drunker and therefore drink more beer, faster. Not that it makes any sense.
A guy in the line for Miller Light across from me is loudly telling his buddies, "I'm not going to the five year high school reunion," and his friend goes, "Oh fuck, I thought of a joke," then he turns around and says to a girl, "This will be you, Janie, and Donna in a few years." He has one of those voices that carries and he's talking loudly so most everyone in both beer lines can hear him. He says, "These three broads meet at their tenth high school reunion. Cathy arrives first dressed to impress, then Sue shows up dressed in expense stuff. Their other girlfriend, Jan, is looking shabby wearing blue jeans and a faded t-shirt. They pour drinks down their throats with Cathy and Jane trying to outdo each other bragging about how successful they've been since high school. Cathy says she graduated from Princeton where she met and married Bill, who's now a partner in one of New York's biggest law firms. They live in a 4000 square foot co-up on Fifth Avenue. Sue tells the other two how she graduated from Harvard business school, married Clint who's a leading Wall Street investment banker. Then it's shabby Jane's turn and she tells how she had to leave school at seventeen to run off with the boy she eventually married, a guy named Ted. They both work at a tropical bird park in Memphis and grow their own vegetables to cut down on the grocery bills. She says they're just getting by, but Ted has a really big dick. To entertains his fellow workers he can stand five good size parrots, side by side, on his erect penis."
That gets everyone in both lines laughing. The loud mouth goes on with his joke, "Anyway the three girls get hammered and near the end of the night Cathy blurts out a confession that her husband is actually a cashier at Wal-Mart and they live in a tiny apartment in Brooklyn. Sue gives in too explaining she exaggerated greatly too. Her and Clint are both nurses aids in a retirement home and they live in Jersey City. Jane shrugs admitting she too exaggerated. She confesses the fifth parrot on her husband's boner has to stand on one leg." Everybody in line roars at that and we get a good laugh too. Liam calls over, "Good joke, dude," and the guy asks, "You being a wise ass?" Liam's like, "No, seriously, good joke." The guy says, "Here's a idea, mind your own fucking business." I'm muttering to Liam, "Will you stop breaking into other people conversation." He frowns, "I was just practicing talking to strangers like you said a while ago." We refill our cups finally, and to get Liam away from other drunks, I'm like, "Lets walk further down the beach and see what's there." Liam goes, "I'm guessing the ocean," and I point to the distance, saying, "Not down the beach to the ocean numb nuts...
over in that direction." He giggles, "I'm drunk." I mutter, "No shit," and he goes, "Hey, when do I get to try fucking you?" I shrug because I've kinda lost interest in that. It's the booze, and it's Liam too. He's a sweet likable kid, cute too, but he's starting to get on my nerves and I'm missing my friends. I've spent the last two days with guys I just met. First Terry and now Liam. It kinda makes me realize how special my friends are. The ones I've known for years I mean. That's probably not fair to Liam, but you know...
We wander down past the party into blackness except for the moon. Looking up I don't see stars. Oh great, maybe rain tomorrow. Balls! Liam's telling this long-winded tale of a crush he had on someone last year that never turned into anything because the guy was straight. A familiar tale that probably every gay guy could tell. I guess my crush was on Chubby, although I didn't know it was a crush until I realized I was a full blown gay guy myself. It's not a story I share with Liam. We both take a long piss, giggling and crisscrossing piss streams like little kids. Later, while trying to light one of the cigarettes he's bummed off me tonight, Liam drops his cup of beer and it splashes onto our legs. He yells, "Fuck! I dropped my beer," and again I mutter, "No shit." We stumble along and I realize we've been walking on dirt for a while now, not sand. I go, "Stop," and we both look around seeing not much of anything except a highway at the top of the dirt beach, and way on the other side of the highway there are dark business buildings. Liam asks, "Where are we?" Looking back from where we came I can't even see the lights of the parking lot party. I mutter, "Shit. Why'd we keep walking, Liam?" He goes, "I was following you." I turn around, draining my cup of beer, and see four guys walking towards us. Dropping my empty cup, I mumble, "Liam, don't fucking say a word to these guys. Just keep your head down looking at where your walking." The four guys are talking loudly slurring their words in a drunken way. When we're abreast of them, one of them holds up a cigarette, saying, "Do either of you girls have a light?" Liam points to me, "He does," and the fat fuck yells, "Well, get over here and light my cigarette, sweetie." I yell, "Go fuck yourself," and keep walking as Liam yells, "Eat a shit sandwich". Oh fuck! But a couple of the guys laugh and I hear one of them say, "That's the third time tonight somebody's told Tiny to go fuck himself," and there's more laughter. I refuse to look back but I expect to have the fat fuck pounce on my back at any second. Liam's looking back though, saying, "Jesus, Dylan, the guy only wanted a light, ya know?" I go, "Yeah, I give him a light and then he starts asking us questions and tries to intimidate us and one thing leads to another and it turns into a big bag of shit. I didn't feel like playing that game tonight." He chuckles, "Ha ha, that was cool... telling him to go fuck himself."
"Come on, Liam, we gotta keep moving. It's a good three miles to your hotel." He belches a long one, then giggles and stumbles sideways into me. I'm pissed off at myself for walking all the way to nowhere to see nothing. Stupid! Carrying our sandals again, I guide us down to the ocean to wade in water halfway to our knees washing off the beer Liam spilled on us. He says, "Lets sit down and rest for a minute." I look around for a place to sit and see half a dilapidated row boat abandoned up near the highway. We walk to it and sit on it without talking, just looking at the rolling ocean and the full moon way out there. It's pretty, and a bit mind-blowing at the same time. Liam leans against me and I put my arm across his shoulders. We sit like that for awhile and when I feel my eyes closing, I go, "Lets get going, Liam." He'd dozed off and when I said, 'let's get going', he wakes up mumbling, "I'm not a virgin." I get us walking again and in fifteen minutes we're off the dirt, walking on sand again and we can see the party in the distance. It's still going strong. Glancing at my watch: 11:54. Huh, I thought it was later. Liam asks, "Um, are you gonna let me fuck you tonight or not? You promised and god only knows when I'll get another chance." I blow out a lot of air puffing out my cheeks, then go, "Yeah, okay, sure." Looking up to the top of the beach I see the highway has obviously gone off in another direction and there's a regular street up there now. Well, since this spot is too wide open for any kind of intimate behavior, we walk up to the top of the beach and onto the street to walk along the side of the road looking at the shopping center ahead. It's the one behind the party. "Lets see what's there, Liam."
It's a fairly big two-story enclosed shopping mall that's been closed for almost three hours now. Low security lights inside and some outside too, but no human activity at all. Liam asks, "We going to break in?" I go, "Oh yeah, we'll break into the mall. That's a plan, Liam." He tries a door, "It's locked," and I'm like, "How drunk are you? Get away from the fucking door! There are security cameras we can't see." He giggles and covers his face with his hands. Jesus! Grabbing his arm I pull him with me to walk around to the front of the mall where there's another parking lot. Duh! Hmmm, this ain't gonna work out so I keep him walking passed the mall on a sidewalk that's running parallel to the beach. Now there are homes on the beach side and way up about a half mile the hotels can be seen towering above everything else. That's where the maintained, life-guarded, beach begins. The promenade is a mile or so up from there and my hotel a half mile further. Liam's hotel is a couple hundred yards further down the beach than mine. Okay, we're within range anyway. Our hotel, the one Chubby booked, is supposed to be one of the original big Fort Lauderdale hotels smack dab in the middle of the three miles of beach that the city maintains for tourists. Liam's bumping into me, almost sleep walking, so I have my arm across his shoulders and keeping us moving in the right direction.
I'd like a cigarette, but I don't want to do anything that might perk-up Liam. I'm hoping to walk him down to his hotel and say good night. Hopefully he'll be tired enough to just go inside. Passing up side-sex with Liam isn't all that hard of a thing to do and that's especially true in his current condition. Wow, this is a long walk, but I persevere and finally I see to my left the beginning of the promenade so we're getting there. No one is walking on the sidewalk, but there's still plenty of activity on the promenade and I see guys playing touch football down on the beach in the light of the full moon. What are the chances they're drunk? Ninety-nine to one hundred percent? Heh heh. Best to stay on the side walk away from any and all activity. I can hear the guys on the beach shouting, but only faintly. Oh fuck, finally I see the front of my hotel. Holy shit, someone's unloading their car and just checking in. Staying on the sidewalk I keep us going past my hotel. Liam mumbles, "How much further, Dylan?" Looking over I see he's walking with his eyes closed... yes! I murmur, "Almost there, buddy." That's if 'almost' is two hundred yards.
Hope is building that I can get him inside his hotel and get back to mine. I wonder if the guys have returned from Disney World yet? I'd like to be in bed when they get back. I'll tell a little white lie, number 2236, that I spent the day on the beach, which actually is almost true. Maybe I'll get a little sympathy, but probably I'll get, 'We told you that you should have come with us'. And they'd be right too, I should have. Fuck! It's Willie who fucked up my day. That's not really fair though because my day wasn't totally fucked up. I had some fun with Liam, and I helped another guy lose his cherry. I really should start a school helping young, cute gay guys become familiar with sex for their first time. Hell, it could be their second time if the first time they tried it kinda bombed. You know, helping them overcome a bad experience. Maybe that should be another class altogether though. Oh, there's Liam's hotel. I'm not telling the sleep-walker we're here until we're inside. Oh boy, here we go.
We get some 'looks' walking through the lobby, but seeing drunk college students is hardly cause for alarm here. At the elevators I push the button for the eighth floor but as we wait for it, the air conditioning in here wakes Liam out of his slumber. He mumbles, "It's cold, Dylan," as he looks around and asks, "What's this?" The elevator doors open. A guy and a girl walk out with the girl asking us, "Too much to drink, boys?" I smile at her as Liam mutters, "Eat a shit sandwich." Jesus! We get on the elevator and I'm pushing the 'close door' button a few times. Fucking elevators are so slow! The door closes as Liam asks, "Who was that girl?" I go, "Nobody." He's blinking his eyes, muttering, "Is this my hotel?" I go, "Yeah," and he goes, "I'm totally exhausted. How about you?" I go, "Yep! It was those straight bourbon drinks a couple of hours ago on an empty stomach." He leans against the wall of the elevator yawning, then mumbles, "And the half dozen big cups of beer." I nod my head as the elevator bumps to a stop and the doors slowly open. I might as well walk him to his room.
We pass people who are laughing and talking loudly in the hallway and then we're at Liam's room. "Do you have your card-key, Liam?" He fumbles his wallet out, asking, "You're coming in with me, right?" I ignore that and take the card from his fingers. Sliding it through the slot, the light blinks green and I open the door. Someone asks, "That you, Liam?" Hot shit! His roommates in the room. Liam goes, "Yeah, just a second," and stumbles into me backing me out in the hall to give me a wet kiss that slides off my lips. The door closes again. Fuck! I still have his key so I say, "You're awesome, Liam. I'll probably see you tomorrow," and open the door again pushing him in. He giggles, "See ya tomorrow," and I step back and let the door close. I hear his roommate talking to Liam and Liam mumbling, "Eat a shit sandwich." Then I hurry back down the hallway to the elevator. I won't see Liam tomorrow because he's leaving in the morning. On the elevator I feel kinda bad leaving him so abruptly, but I'll bet he won't remember details tomorrow when he wakes up. Maybe he'll even think we had that last fuck. Hope he does. Outside his hotel I walk down on the promenade to head back up to my hotel feeling relief. I would have enjoyed feeling Liam's hard dick up my ass, except it would have been some drunken, bumbling first time attempt by him. Yeah, but it still would have been cool knowing his virgin's cock in my ass had never been up anyone else's ass. He probably would have climaxed immediately anyway, and that makes me think of that first time for Connor, and I've gotta smile. Walking down the promenade I think nice thoughts of Liam because he was a sweet kid, and then remember I didn't get his A- lit paper. The booze did him in. Fuck it, I don't really need the extra credit. Okay, let's see... in my school for cute gay virgins they'll be only limited alcohol consumption allowed. Just enough to reduce inhibitions. That'll be one of the rules. I'm still not sure about the tuition for the school. Keeping it reasonable is probably the way to go.
It's almost one o'clock in the morning, but there's still a lot of foot traffic on the promenade including a shouting match between two guys and a girl, all yelling at each other at the same time. I hurry by that and stop at a small burger joint six shops away. There's a counter open to the promenade with a short line. I get in the line and five minutes later it's my turn. A friendly man asks, "What get I get you?" and I order a cheeseburger and a Coke, then eat it walking down to my hotel. Damn, that was tasty! Wiping my greasy mouth with my arm and dumping the wrapper in a trash can I carry my half full cup of Coke inside the hotel shivering in the air conditioning. Yea, I made it. Going up the steps I'm anxious to see Chubby and Robby, but inside the room it's dark and empty. I've received eight texts during the day from the Disney World boys and they had nothing but good news to report. The best news from my point of view is Robby saw Danny for only about twenty minutes total. Aaah, that's too bad for Danny. He should have planned it out better... heh heh. Turning on lights while finishing my Coke I go out on the balcony for a smoke and to gawk at the ocean with the moon shining brightly and reflecting off the water. There are a few people on the beach walking although I can't make out if they're guys or girls. Mostly I see the lit end of two cigarettes they're carrying, or possibly they're joints. Probably joints. I text Robby, 'Where are you?' No response though. He's probably sleeping in the car on the way back here.
Finished my cigarette, I go back inside to hit the bathroom for a long piss. Then brush my teeth and gargle with minty mouthwash, drop my clothes on the floor and get in the shower. With shampoo in my hair the lights in the bathroom goes out. Fuck! This is creepy. Did I lock the front door? I'm motionless looking out the distorted glass of the shower stall's door thinking I see motion out there, like someone moving. Watching a shape come closer to the shower, I go, "Robby?" A hand presses against the glass and I yell, "Chubby, turn the fucking light on!" Grabbing the plastic bath gel bottle I'm thinking I'll squirt it in the intruder's eyes. The door swigs open and Robby goes, "Boo!" Gulping, I try to be cool, but squirt bath gel on his shirt, gasping, then saying, "Hey, boyfriend, it's not nice to make someone shit in the shower." He laughs and reaches in for a hug getting his clothes wet. We kiss and he goes, "I'll be right in there with you." The light goes back on as I take a deep breath. Damn! I ask, "Are you guys drunk?" As Robby takes a piss he goes, "We had beers at a number of places in the park, but that was hours ago so I'm not drunk so much as I've got a little hangover buzz going for me now. Hey, that place is fucking expensive!" I ask, "Was it worth it?" and he says, "Yeah, but I enjoyed it more when dad was paying for everything." I go, "You cheap bastard," and he laughs, mumbling, "I'm not cheap." I'm rinsing the shampoo out of my hair as he says, "We stayed until the park closed to get our money's worth. Good fireworks," and then I hear him brushing his teeth. Then he's inside the shower with me and our naked bodies slide together as we kiss and hug.
It's a long sexy kiss under the flow from the shower head, then three fast kisses and another hug. Oh man, he feels good. What a body my boyfriend has! He steps back with a hand on each of my shoulders grinning at me, "I
missed you, Dylan. How the fuck am I going to make it through this summer without you?" I shrug not wanting to talk about that, "Let's not talk about
that Robby. Um, is Chubby in the room?" He goes, "He's in the other guys' room getting a beer. Your brother drove all the way back himself so he said he needs a beer, but I wanted to see you." I get gel on my hand, "Close your eyes Robby," and I wash his cute face feeling each perfect feature, then his ears, rubbing his ears between my fingers as he grins with his lips closed. He holds his face up to the water flow rinsing off the suds and then does the same for me. I love the feel of the palms of his hands sliding over my face and then his fingers on my ears. I grin too. Without talking we take turns washing each outer using only gel and our hands and it gets very sexy. The palms of my hands sliding over his chest and down on his tight stomach, then with us chest to chest both my hands wash his back and up the back of his neck, then we kiss and hug swaying under the water. I stare at his face as he washes my body and I can't imagine a more handsome-cute face than his. The way he does everything, Robby's concentrating on washing every inch of my torso occasionally smiling or grinning at me, like... 'ain't this fun!'.
We leave the cleaning of our asses and our groin areas for last. Taking turns kneeling down we wash each others legs with both hands encircling them and running from ankles up till the back of our hands move our scrotums making us chuckle. It's so sexy having him wash my feet and just as sexy washing his. Our cocks have been hard, bumping against each other from back when we were washing each other's chests and backs, kissing and hugging. Now I'm washing his groin, cock, and balls. When I'm stroking his cock Robby arches his back moaning. Then both my hand move over his tight butt cheeks with us chest to chest again kissing with our eyes closed. Robby's body stiffens when I push a finger up his ass. It gets him squirming against me when I rub his prostate. A groan and a moan from him as he lays against me. Taking my finger out makes him gasp and I stand back a step while he loads his hands with bath gel. With both hands he caresses my private parts and strokes my boner making me gasp and hump my hips a few times. Precum drools out from my piss slit with me grunting and putting my hands on Robby's shoulders. Then chest to chest again and lips to lips he rubs his slippery hands over my buttocks and a finger goes inside me with my body stiffening now. "No, Robby, I'll cum." He takes his finger out and turns me around. My hands go to the shower stall wall as I push my ass out. Robby's hand rest on my hip as the head of his fat hard cock pokes my anus. The lips spread slowly and then, Oooh," as the head of his cock pushes past my sphincter muscle and nestles inside my rectum feeling wonderful. I go, "Oooh, feels good, Rob, mmm, ooh."
Robby humps two inches of shaft up my ass and a long drool of precum hangs from my pee slit for a second before dropping to the swirling water on the floor. The shower flow is hitting mostly Robby now as I lay against the wall, Robby pushing the rest of his hard fat cock up my ass and leaning his body against my back. His arms wrap around my waist and he begins moving just his hips fucking me and it feels so good I'm biting my bottom lip to keep my moaning to a reasonable level and trying not to make an ass of myself. The side of his face is against my ear and I hear him going, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," with each thrust of his boner up my ass, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," and I go, :"Mmmmm, aaah, aah, ooh Robby... feels so good." He thrusts harder picking up the speed of his thrusting and I'm squirming against the wall of the shower stall with steam all around us and water splashing off Robby hitting my back. My boner's plastered between the wall and my stomach pointing up as my climax builds and builds. Wet, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds as he smacks into my ass cheeks and that fat hard piston of his brings on pleasurable eruptions in my rectum with every trip it makes going in and coming back, "Slap, slap, slap," and, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," Robby moaning desperately as he fucks me faster and faster until I squeal with cum shooting straight up the wall then sliding down it all white and creamy. Robby's flat against me putting humping pressure on my buttocks as he groans and fills my bowels with cum, then again he humps against me his cock pouring his semen up my ass. He groans again, then sighs laying against me motionless breathing hard. It's was three minutes of sexual bliss but we both climaxed way too quickly, obviously missing our sex together.
Oh man that felt good! Too fast but really good. Robby gets his breath back and thrusts in my messy ass for another minute or so before murmuring, "That was so fucking overdo, baby. Loved hearing your familiar squeal again," and he pulls his cock out and smacks my ass, "SMACK!" stinging extra hard with the water. I turn around and we hug and kiss for a bit before washing each other a little more. Robby washes my ass and the back of my legs again and then we stand under the water hugging, the sides of our faces side by side until we both sigh and letting go. Looking into each other eyes we grin and Robby rubs my head, "Come on, babe, let get out." We do that as I'm turning off the water. Drying ourselves, Robby asks, "Do ya wanna go over to the other room for a beer?" I nod, "Yeah, Rob," and I fall against him for another hug and a kiss. "Miss me, baby?" I go, "Yep, Rob, you're my man." H e laughs and then we put shorts on and go down the hallway to the other guy's room with bare feet and no top. Life is good.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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