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From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
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 "If Mike don't want to sleep in your bed,Richie...can
I?"  lisped Tony with a grin on his face.  I can't
make up my mind if Tony is scary looking or funny
looking. He has that red hair buzz cut, tattoos,
 ear  rings and that lower lip piercing with the stud
that always looks like it hurts him.  It hurts me to
look at it.   His nose is too little, his eyes never
stop moving around and his ears stick straight out
from the sides of his head.  The buzz cut made them
look even bigger.  "Yeah, OK Tony, you can sleep in my
bed if you promise not to fooking pee the god damned
thing."   I told him with a smile and a grab at his
head for a neck hug.  I like Tony.  He is some
distance away from brilliant, but he has a sweet heart
and like I say, he's a choir boy in an outlaw costume.
 Mike snapped,   "Can't you dick heads shut the fuck
up for ten seconds."  Tony and me looked away and then
smirked at one another behind Mike's back as we lit up
cigarettes.  The 'gang' was getting me use to smoking
and I did it because I wanted to fit in.  It still
made me feel  a little nauseous though.

 When he saw Tony and me light up Mac immediately came
over with his hand out so I gave him a cigarette too. 
 He is in 'charge' of the gang when Mike isn't around.
 Mac doesn't look any cooler than Tony
looks........and that's no problem in itself,  but a
small problem has developed where I'm just not hitting
it off with him  lately.    I don't feel close to Mac
like I do to Tony.  Not a  serious problem, he just
won't warm up to me.  I thought he liked me at first,
but I'm beginning to think he's jealous that Mikegives
me those bike rides three or four times a week.  I
don't believe Mac has ever been on Mike's motorbike.

Before Mike could make up his mind what to do about
moving-in, along come the boardwalk policeman on his
trail bike to tell Mike "for the last time, kid" to
keep his motorbike off the boardwalk.  Mike gave him a
hard look and didn't move for 30 seconds or
so......then, after proving to us guys that he didn't
jump at the orders of the boardwalk cop, he  slowly
walked his bike off the boards and parked it illegally
in from of a Italian Ice vendor.  We all followed him
as if we were on leashes.

 "Mike, you want a cherry Ice?" I asked him.  "No I
don't want a cherry Ice, Richie",  he paused after
 saying that, and then in an annoyed voice...." but,
OK, get me a lemon one."  This broke up the tension of
being ordered off the boards with the bike and we all
got frozen Italian Ices.  Mike and me got lemon and
Tony and Mac got cherry.  I really prefer cherry too,
but Mike might think I sided against him if I got a
different flavor than the kind he got.  The lemon was
OK.

 We all drifted over to sit on or lean against a
wooden bench.  Mike asked me, "You definitely got your
old man's OK that I stay with you, is that right?"  I
told him again that I just got off the phone with my
old man  ten minutes ago and it was A-OK.  "Just like
I told ya a few minutes ago, Mike.  No problem buddy! 
We be cool!"   Mike hesitated and stared at me for a
second or two trying to figure out if I'd given him a
flip answer and then begrudgingly he said he'd try it
for a couple of nights and see if it felt  awkward.
"But,  I'll pass on sleeping in your fucking bed,
homo, and I'll bring my own sleeping bag."

 I was thinking,  "This is fantastic", when Mike said
"Oh yeah, another thing"..... and he  reached over and
grabbed a fist full of my hair, something he does
regularly, and with my hair being pulled tightly he
finished his sentence  "be sure to keep your hands to
yourself when I'm sleeping.  Tony is positive you're a
queer so I got to be careful with you."  Mike roughly
pushed me away,  letting go of my hair too late to
avoid a hard hair pulling which always hurts.  It made
me drop my frozen Ice and then clumsily step on it
splashing the juicy part up on my foot.  Now I had
that yucky sticky feeling on my foot and my sandal.

 I  blushed from embarrassment.   "You understand me,
Richie?" snapped Mike.   I got that stinging feeling
in my eyes,  but I refused to let a tear come out.
"Yes, Mike, I understand."      Tony lisped. "Mike, I
said dat shit before we knew Richie..he's cool, man. 
I was wrong about dat shit, man.  Here Richie, man,you
want to finish my Ice?  I had plenty already.  Here,
take mine.. you dropped yours."

 I didn't want Tony's Ice, but I didn't want to hurt
his feelings by rejecting his kindness so I took it
with thanks and finished it off.  I don't know why
Mike is so mean to me sometimes.  When it's just Mike
 and me together he is a different person.  Oh, he's
still in charge for sure, but he's  nice to me.  He
acts as if he likes me.  I know I sure like him and I
always forgive his harsh treatment.  Anyway, hell, I
was quickly feeling  better by the second as the
realization started to sink in that Mike and me would
be sharing that tiny bedroom of mine.  The more I let
myself realize this fabulous turn of events the more
my dick filled up and I got myself a real nice stiffy.
 I put both hands in my pockets to work out a little
two handed pocket ball with my boner acting the part
of goalie.  Before I met Mike I never use to get
nearly as many boners as I get now.  They all feel so
good!

 Mike said he had some stuff to do so he was taking
off.     I assumed he'd ask me if I wanted a ride, but
he didn't....he just rode off and  Mac looked at me
closely to see my reaction to that rejection.    I
purposely kept a smile on my face and said,  "Either
of you pussies been on the Double Shot yet this year?"
 The Double Shot is an amusement ride on the
boardwalk.  It cost $5 per ride.  It's a four sided
tower with eight seats on each side.  You buckle in
your seat and wait with a pounding heart for the jolt
of a life time.  What happens is the operator gets you
thinking the ride won't start for a minute or
two...you relax and mug with your buddies and when you
least anticipate it,   he turns that bastard on.

 The seat sections shoot  straight up the tower 100
feet in one second or so.  It's the equivalent of
going up in an office building elevator ten floors in
one second.  Shoes and stomachs get left behind on the
ground.......I've watched it 50 times and heard the
screams from those on the ride, but so far I haven't
worked up the courage to go on it.  The ride then
drops you 60 or 70 feet just as fast as you went up
 ....and before you can catch your breath, it's back up
to the top and then flying all the way down..... you
can't help but think you're going to crash on the
ground, but of course you don't.  I haven't even got
to the point where I'm considering even considering
going on the Double Shot.  I'd leave more than my
stomach and my shoes on the ground......probably
whatever is left of my dignity would be forever left
behind too.  No thanks to that......

 "Fuck the Double Shot.  Let's continue our miniature
golf tournament." said Mac.  When Mike wasn't around
Mac took over and the rest of us followed him. Today
there was only Tony and me hanging out to follow Mac
so the three of us walked down the boards to our
favorite miniature golf course.  We were in a 
tournament of 10 rounds...add up the score from the 10
rounds and the low score got $10 each from each of the
other players.  He also got the bragging rights for a
year.... that's even more desired than the money. In
addition to the three of us,  there were three other
buzz cut 'gang' members participating.  One of them
was not Mike..... so that left it up to Mac to run the
tournament.  I'd completed five rounds thus far and I
was in no danger of winning, but I just like doing
stuff with the guys. It gave me a  feeling  belonged. 
They were all very serious about their miniature golf
and about winning.  No fucking around ...and count
every fooking stroke you take!  Good sportsmanship
hadn't made it's way to this part of Jersey yet and
every mistake made by your competitors was guffawed at
by the other players.  Bad fortune got big laughs. 
Nobody said "nice putt' when you made one.  "Lucky
fucker!" was a much more likely comment when you did
something good.

 We did that for a while and afterward I was anxious
to get home and get things ready for Mike.  It was a
40 minute walk from the boardwalk to my dad's  little
row home.  Ten  one-floor row homes, as they were
 called in Wildwood....all attached to each other. 
The walls on either side were mutual walls for our
'home' and the 'home' next door on either side.  We
had windows in the front and windows in the back. 
That was it. My bedroom had one window ... and next to
my bedroom
 was my dad's room with two back windows, side by
side.  His bedroom was almost twice as big as mine. 
Mine was 9' X 8' and his was           16' X 16'.  The
bathroom took up all the difference in size between
the two bedrooms.  It had an exhaust fan, no window. 
Then up front was a nice sized family room/living room
and a small, separate,  eat-in kitchen.  A double bay
window in the family room and a smaller window in the
little kitchen area.  A small porch along the front.  
Not big at all,  but more space than Mike had at his
Aunt's house with eight people living there.....I
hoped.

 The door was unlocked when I got home so I knew my
Father was still home.  Not for long though.  He was
going out as I was going in.  "Hi Dad.  Going out?"  I
said,  just to say something and he replied  "What's
 it look like, Richie?"    I stammered "Oh,
sure...you're going out.  Oh, by the way, it looks
like that boy will be staying with us.  Mike Sullivan
is his name.

 He's very grateful to you Dad.  Thanks a lot, you
made me out to be a hero to him.  Saved his
life...kinda ..heh heh."   "Where are my car keys,
Richie?   What  were you saying?  What are you going
on about now? Who's a hero?  For Christ sake, where
are those God Damned keys?"  I told him again that
Mike was going to stay with us a while and Dad just
said to keep him out of his way and "good night".  The
keys were in his pocket.   He wouldn't be back until
around midnight.

 Our place was clean......after all, I cleaned it
 ..... but I decided to change the sheets on my twin
bed anyhow..... just in case Mike decided he would use
it after all.  I'd only slept in those sheets one
night, but why take a chance.    I put some clean
towels and a wash clothe on my dresser in case he
needed them and I put a bottle of water and an ash
trey  there too. There was very little room to spare
here.  A small chest of drawers, the small twin bed
and a corner desk for my computer.  That was it.  An
oval throw rug next to the bed would be the only place
for a sleeping bag.  If he wasn't careful, the guy in
the bed would step on the sleeping bag guy when 
getting out of bed. I started to worry.  Fuck, Mike
might not have any more room here then he had at his
Aunts'.  This was the smallest bedroom in America.  I
never realized how small it actually is until now. 
What to do?  I could sleep on the couch in the living
room, but that defeats my main goal.....which is, ..to
get Mike to do one of his 'tests' on me.

 I sat on my bed with my head in my hands and wondered
what has happened to me.  Jesus Christ, but this is
all so stupid of me.  Why was I so fixated on Mike?  
He treated me worse than anybody I ever knew ... even
worse than my Mother's boyfriend!  And why is it, 
when I just think about Mike,   I start getting a
boner??  It was the mystery of my life.  I didn't have
a clue.  I didn't have any one to ask about or even
talk about any of this.  I gave up agonizing over it
all...screw it!    It was almost 6pm and I was feeling
a little hungry so I went in the kitchen and made a
fried egg sandwich and ate it looking out the window. 
 I tried to think of nothing.  That was impossible...
so I turned on the TV, made another sandwich and just
as I took a bite I heard the motorbike.

 A quick look out the window...it was Mike.  I put
down the sandwich and go out to meet him.  "As it
turns out,  my sleeping bag is smoke damaged....from
the fire.  So I guess I will have to use yours after
all."
 I nodded my head indicating 'no problem' and said,
"Here, let me help you with that satchel, Mike."  He
had a backpack on plus a satchel in his left hand.
That's all.  Mike held onto the satchel and in a voice
close to a whine said, "Are you sure this is alright
with your old man?  I feel weird staying here.  I
don't even know you very well and I never laid eyes on
your old man.  Are you sure he said this was OK?"  
Mike seemed different.  Like he was unsure of himself
and maybe like he didn't know what to do or say.  For
the first time since I've known him he wasn't the
brazen, over-confident tough guy.  He acted more like
the way he looked....like an over-grown baby-faced 16
year old who was struggling with all the complexities
of adolescence.........just like me.  Mike was
justover six feet tall and thin....I was two inches
shorter and also thin.  We both looked pretty young
but we liked to think of ourselves as grown up.....
this "unsure" attitude of Mikes' was a bit
disconcerting...... I felt a little bad for him too
and  I would like to be able to put him at ease, but I
wasn't sure what to do or say either.  I just said,
"Yeah, it really is OK with the old man and I'm glad
you're going to be staying here.  Real glad."  Mike
did one of his stares as he tried to evaluate if I was
being a smart ass. I kept a friendly look on my face
and just stood there holding my hand out to take his
satchel.  After a short time he brushed by my out
stretched hand and said, "I'll give it a try for one
night.... but I gotta tell ya that it don't feel right
to me already. I told you,  I feel fucking weird!
 ....and I hate feeling weird.  Where's your bedroom?" 
     Now I was nervous.  Wait till he sees the size of
my bedroom.

 We go in and I gave him the tour.."On your right
Mike, is our lavish kitchen.  That big white thing we
like to call our refrigerator and next to that is
something we hardly ever use called a stove."  Mike
stopped abruptly and slowly turned his head around so
he could look me in the eyes.....he spit out, "Are you
mocking me,  you dip-shit?"  I shook my head and said
that I was kidding around.  Goofing off and trying to
get
a laugh out of him.  To my pleasant surprise he
quietly said, "Sorry Richie, this is just strange and 
feel uncomfortable.  That's all.  Let's see your
bedroom." Back we went and I opened the door and held
my breath.  "Fuck, it's just like mine at the condo. 
OK if I just drop this stuff behind the door?"  That
was all he said about the room. He hadn't eaten so we
made some more egg sandwiches after which we rode the
motorbike to the convenience store to buy more eggs in
case the old man wanted an egg.  If he did it would be
the first time since I'd been there.  But, why take a
chance.  A bit later Mike drove us both to the
boardwalk and we chained the bike to a telephone pole
and walked the boards.  It was nice on the boards with
the breeze off the ocean.  I felt so good just walking
slowly on the boardwalk next to Mike.  I finally, kind
of, had some friends.  He saw a few guys he knew and
they said
simultaneously, "Whas up?" and kept walking.  A little
later twogirls call out, "Hey, Mike...Mike, over
here!"  He spots these  two girls and swaggers over
with me in tow. Introductions all the way around and
it is obvious almost immediately that there was some
kind of relationship between Darlene and Mike.  They
kind of held hands and acted shy with each other.  I
stood there awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot
to the other. The other girl, Carol, says to me, "How
long you down for, Richie?"  "Huh, what?"  Was my
response because I was concentrating on Mike and
Darlene.  Darlene was tall, but not big.  Carol was
big, but not tall.  I didn't want anything to do with
Carol, but she had a lot of interest in me and she
would not stop talking at me.  She was saying
something and she put her arm through mine and walked
me over toward the beach saying, "I'll show you
exactly what I mean."  I asked, "About what?"  Carol
giggled and said she swore I wasn't listening to a
word she said and I nodded my head and looked over at
Mike and Darlene.  Mike had his arm around Darlene's
shoulder and Darlene had her arm around his waist and
their heads were together as they talked.  I asked
Carol if they lived in Wildwood and she said of course
not, implying somehow ... "Who would live here?"   
They were from New York....... down on two weeks
vacation.   She told me that last year Darlene and
Mike had something going and it looks like they are
picking up where they left off last year.

 I was quickly getting bored beyond endurance and
insisted Carol and me go over and find out what was
up.  Mike was laughing when we got over to them and
Darlene's face was red.  "You are so bad, Mike
Sullivan!" Darlene said in a joking way.  "Wait till I
tell you the joke Mike just told me, Carol.  The mouth
on him!!"  She looked up at me and said, "Cutie, I
forgot your name already."  I told her again and she
said that we were all going to ride the double shot so
lets go!  Darlene was real bossy and Carol was one
 of those girls that laughed a real high pitched
giggle at almost everything anybody said...this caused
others on the boardwalk to try to locate where that
strange, annoying noise was coming from.  Standing
right next to her....well,  the laugh was nearly
unbearable.

 My first night with Mike was turning into a
nightmare!    And, in addition, there is no fucking
way I'mriding the Double Shot tonight for the first
time ever in my life...... and most certainly not with
this bitch. Mike was busy with bossy Darlene as they
walked up the boards in front of Carol and me.  Upon
closer inspection I noticed that Darlene did have
something 'big' about her....besides her mouth that
is.  She had a fat ass...much too fat for the rest of
her and the more I stared at it.... the funnier it
looked.  It was like a fat lady's ass attached somehow
on a tall thin girl's body.  I burst out laughing at
one point, but no one paid me any mind.

 At the Double Shot the line was very long and the
waiting time was over an hour.  Thank god Mike said he
wouldn't wait that long.  We skipped that ride and
went on two other less thrilling ones which still had
my heart pumping hard!  Big Carol bitched abou the
seats  being too small when all along she was using up
her space and half of mine.

 Finally Mike told the girls we'd meet them here
tomorrow night, but right now he had to get home
because he was getting up early tomorrow for work.
Mike said to me as we walked away waving goodbye,
"Come on Richie, let's jog away so they can't catch us
if they all of a sudden want to walk back with us.
Come to think of it...let's run our asses off.  Fuck
the jogging!"  And run we did.  Dodging the hordes of
people on the boardwalk, but inevitably running into
some less dexterous folks.    Amazingly Mike started
laughing after a minute  of running on the crowded
boards.  "I haven't run for my life like this since
those Hispanic bastards tried to grab your ass
Richie."  he said through his laughter.

 After a short while he said there wasn't any way the
girls could catch up to us now.  He explained that
last year he tried to get in Darlene's pants after a
couple of nights on the boards with her, but no luck.
He had no intention of meeting them tomorrow night so
I felt great relief about that.  We rode his bike back
to the house and I had a nervous feeling in my stomach
when I unlocked the door and it was just Mike and me
standing there in the dark.  I turned on a couple of
lights and asked Mike if he wanted something to drink
or eat as we drifted toward  my bedroom.   He was kind
of in a quiet mood too and said he just wanted to take
a shower if that was alright.  "Sure",  I told 
him..... he took a small toilet kit along with clean
boxer shorts from his satchel.  I handed him the towel
and wash clothe and he was off to the bathroom.  I
listened to the shower noise.  It was just on the
other side of my bedroom wall and I pictured Mike
standing naked under the shower washing his buzz cut
blond head and his cute baby face and....and I had a
boner.  I stopped fantasizing about Mike in the shower
and wandered around the living room, not thinking of
anything,  just killing time.

 In ten minutes or less Mike was coming out of the
bathroom with his dirty clothes and I said, "Mike, if
you'll give me those I'll put them in the hamper.  I
do the wash twice a week and I can just add your few
things in with mine....if you want me to.  I'd be glad
to do it."  He looked puzzled,  but handed me his
dirty clothes along with the damp towel and wet wash
clothe.  He was wearing only boxer shorts and the tan
line was visible  below his boxers....his Bermuda
shorts were longer than the boxer legs.  His body was
hairless and evenly tanned every where else on him
that I could see...  He must work without a shirt at
the tomato farm.  He looked real good.

 'It all did seem awkward to us, but this is just the
first night.  Let's give it a few days.'  That's what
I wanted to say, but I was just as quiet as Mike was.
I took my shower and it was a bit of a turn-on being
in the shower knowing Mike had just used it.  I
fondled the bar of soap thinking that Mike had just
used this too.   My shower didn't take long and soon I
was turning out all the lights except the outdoor
light and the kitchen light.  I left them on for the
old man.  Sometimes he remembered to turn them off
when he got in, but usually I turned them off the next
morning.  Mike was under the top sheet in my bed. He
looked good there too.  His head was resting on my
pillow.  I had a surreal feeling............. this was
too good to be true.

 Earlier, on the boardwalk, we had agreed that we were
going to take turns sleeping in the bed.  One night he
had the bed and I used the sleeping bag and the next
night we switched and so on.  I insisted he have the
bed the first night.  He said it was my house  so I
was the boss.  I didn't really believe that I was the
'boss' for a second, but I just smiled and didn't
contradict him.   Mike also said he was just about
positive he'd have to work tomorrow.  If he, in fact,
did have to work his mother would call on his cell
phone about 4am and he'd get up, slip into a pair of
Bermuda shorts, throw on a T shirt and some sneakers
and I wouldn't even hear him leave.  I just smiled
again and nodded my head slightly.  It was all fine
with me.

 He planned on pushing his bike down the end of the
block before starting it up so it wouldn't disturb my
dad.  He'd see me on the boards with the 'gang' around
one o'clock tomorrow afternoon.  "You OK with all
that, Richie?" I told him, "Yeah, great!"  and we said
goodnight.  What a strange feeling to be laying on my
sleeping bag and having Mike in my bed.  How very odd
and what an unexpected development.  Just this morning
I had no inkling of this as a possibility and
now...here he was.  We didn't have air
conditioning...just a small window fan in my room. It
blew on Mike because it was level with the bed,  but I
was on the floor so I didn't get the benefit of the
breeze it created.  I was warm and that's why I was
laying on top of my sleeping bag.  Mike did the same
thing when it was his turn for the sleeping
bag........

 Not being real tired  my mind wandered and landed on
that "test" Mike had given me on the front porch a
while back.  He said it would reveal if I was gay or
not.  It was a vivid memory and one I'd jerked-off to
a number of times.  In my mind I pictured me sitting
on the porch railing when Mike unexpectedly spread my
knees apart, each one up  against the railing. I would
have fallen over backwards if I hadn't grabbed around
Mike's neck.  I can still feel his hands massaging the
inside of my thighs and then him putting both hands up
my baggy shorts.  I could almost feel him grabbing my
balls with the hand up my left pant leg and my dick
with the hand up my right pant leg.  The thin material
of my boxers was the only thing between his hands and
my bare skin.

 My dick had quickly gotten hard that day from the
massaging  and squeezing of my cock and balls.  Mike
fisted my cock and squeezed my nuts continually for a
few minutes with me, at first,  asking him to stop. 
Our noses and then the sides of our faces had been
rubbing  together as I'd held him tight around the
neck....hell, my arms around his neck  had been the
only thing that kept me from falling backwards off
that railing.  He ignored my request to stop and,
instead, established a steady rhythm of stroking my
boner that began to feel so good  that I couldn't help
but  hump my hips in time with his stroking.
Eventually  he picked up the tempo....it got  faster
and faster till finally I squealed out against the
side of his face and  gushed cum all inside my pants. 
He said I'd flunked the 'test'.....he claimed it all
proved that I was gay.

 What a rush I was getting reliving this memory....on
any other night I'd be jerking myself off right then
and there.  Not tonight though because Mike was
here.....sleeping in my bed.  I quietly got up and
with my hard cock leading the way I went in the
bathroom, turned on the water to cover the sound and
wacked off to beat the band.  Thinking not only of the
'test' but also thinking about  Mike  in my bed, right
this very moment,  on the other side of that thin wall
 .....and I shot a hard, long stream of cum against
the shower curtain.  I moaned as quietly as possible
and shot off three more spurts.  Weak from my
climaxing I slumped on the closed toilet seat and
tried to regain my breathing.  Awesome feeling and
then a little bit of a sickish feeling.  I got up and
cleaned the cum off the shower curtain and the side of
the tub.

 Back to the sleeping bag to try for some  sleep and
the next conscious thing I  noticed was some musical
notes repeating themselves....and,  what am I doing on
the floor?  My eyes open a little and it all come
flooding back to me.  Mike is in my bed and that noise
is his cell phone.  In a flash Mike is sitting up in
bed saying, "Yeah, yeah...I'm up.  I'll see you there.
 Yeah, thanks."  He clicks his phone shut, threw on
his clothes, brushed his teeth and is gone in less
than three  minutes ......just like he explained it to
me last night.  I jumped up and went into the kitchen
as soon as I heard the front door close and looking
out the window I saw Mike pushing his bike down the
sidewalk.  Then I heard the muffled sound of him
starting up from down the street and away he went.
 ..........                      It was 4:05am.
 I tip toed quickly into the bathroom for a quick pee
and then right to my recently vacated bed and crawled
in.  It was still warm from Mike as I lay on my back.
I pulled the pillow over my head and pressed  it to my
face and smelled him.  I moved my body wiggling back
and forth where he had been laying.  Then I flopped
over on my stomach and humped the bed while I
continued smelling Mike's head from the pillow.    I
began slow humping on my mattress and imagined Mike
stroking my cock and squeezing my nuts.  Oh, what a
sweet feeling all around my crotch, belly and
thighs....oh, oh, ah, ah, ah  and hump, hump, hump and
I cam a nice squeeze of cum up on my stomach followed
by four more smaller squirts.  It felt fabulous and I
squirmed with the pleasure of the part fantasy, part
true experience........ but when the feeling faded I
found I had tears on my cheeks.  I thought, "I must be
really fucked up in my head.  What is wrong with
me?".........

 Next thing I heard was the shower.  SHIT!!  The old
man!!   I'd fallen back to sleep without setting  my
alarm.  Up and dressed in a flash I ran all the way to
the store to get his coffee, danish and pack of
cigarettes.  He smokes exactly one pack per day. Every
morning there is a $10 bill on the kitchen counter for
me to buy those three items and I can keep the change.
  Two or three times per week there is an extra $20
bill for me  to help cover my meals that I eat out. 
On Saturday $40 for the household food and supplies
plus my $50 for the chores I do.  He told me this all
adds up to the amount of money per week he had to
previously send my Mom for my child support.  Now he
gives it to me to use here.    Seems fair......I was
grateful.  If he could just eliminate slapping me
across the face,  I'd say he was OK.

 The morning lasted forever it seemed....I got all my
jobs done including washing our clothes.  I washed the
sleeping bag too.  Why should Mike have to sleep on a
dirty sleeping bag.  It was my turn for the bed so I
left the cum stained sheets in place.  I was anxious
to see Mike again and see if anything had changed. I
couldn't think what might have changed.   I guess I
was just afraid something....something I can't even
imagine,  would screw up Mike staying with me.  I
walked to the boards and there were five of the guys
goofing around.  Tony came up the boards to meet me
and we did the hand shake and one arm hug.  I felt
close to Tony and I can tell he really likes me too.

 One of the big reasons I think he likes me is because
he can feel that I really care for him.  That's
important to guys...to be liked.   We had become buds.
Tony pulls out a half pack of cigarettes and offers me
one.  It's become part of our little social
order....offering cigarettes.  It is rude to decline
so we all end up smoking more than we want to. We're
smoking and talking about Tony's latest attempt to
pick-up a 'babe' on the boards last night.  "She won't
win no fucking beauty contest, Richie ... but, fuck!
you gotta see the lips on this bitch.  Wheee oh boy!

 She could suck a golf ball through 100 feet of garden
hose! ... and I want those lips around my snake trying
to suck my balls up through my dick!!!"  Tony has
himself laughing hysterically and it's contagious so I
join in.  He's leaning into me and really laughing and
we screwed around lying to each other about this and
that...goofing and having fun.    Around 2pm  I hear
Mike's motorbike.

 Mike parks and locks it on the street and swaggers up
with a new, bright sunburn on his nose.  It was hot
and bright sunshine today and Mike works outside on
that farm doing whatever it is that he does.  Tony
lisps, "Yo Mike, your fucking nose is wicked
sunburned."  Everybody likes good hearted Tony!...
Mike says, "Jesus, no shit Tony...I wonder how that
happened, Dude."  "Maybe you worked outside today
Mike...sun was pretty hot." Tony was sincere with this
obvious observation and Mike said that " yeah, that
must have been it".  We all smile to ourselves because
Tony is so clueless.  Mike looks over at me and says,
"Everything cool, Richie?"  "Couldn't be cooler,
Mike!" I say and we're off walking the boards and
doing our usual routine.  It sure seems that all is
good to go for another night at my place.

 Later that afternoon Mike says to me "Man, it is so
hot and humid.  How about we head out to your place.  
Maybe we can stop and get some Chinese take out for
dinner.  What da you think?"    Lots of times Mike
seems to be asking a question or asking if something
is OK, but I know by now that he is really just
telling me what we're going to do.  It's fine with me.
 Off we went; just routine...  Next two days are
routine too, no surprises..  Trouble is that since
Mike moved in with me we haven't taken even one of our
private rides or had any wrestling activity at all. We
have had some good conversations while eating our
dinners and in my bedroom before sleep, but absolutely
no touching.

 I really missed the hugging/wrestling.  Riding behind
Mike on the motorbike had changed too.  He told me
after the first night he'd stayed with me.......we
were riding some where or other when he turned his
head around to me and said for me to stop trying to
grab his balls and to stop hugging him like I was a
pussy when we were riding the bike.  He told me that I
only had to hold on  ..you hold on tight only for
emergency fast take-offs.... which occur about once a
fucking year.  That's the way Mike put it to me.  He
said.... "Hold on to my waist with your hands only and
don't fucking lay on my back.  I over-look some stuff
about you, Richie, but I can't allow you to molest me
in broad daylight.  It's embarrassing ...you should be
embarrassed too!   Keep your hands to yourself or I'm
going to smack you in the mouth.  Do you got all that,
Richie?"   ........

 Yeah, I had it all.  Fuck, but what could I
say?.......  "I'm not trying to molest you Mike or
grab your balls .....and you told me to hug tight
around your waist"   etc etc...it sounded like whining
so I didn't bother.  At least he called me 'Richie'
and not 'Richard' and at least he didn't grab a fist
full of my hair to pull on.  So I'll try to stick with
his program.  What other choice do I have?  The third
day he ran into my old man and both of them were fine
with it..."Hi, nice to meet you... sorry about your
trouble ....thanks for letting me stay...glad I can
help... anything I can do...nice meeting you...yeah,
me too..."  That was about it, but it relaxed Mike
even more and I could tell he was settling in for the
long haul.  That was a good thing...

 The forth night I was in the bed and Mike was dead to
the world on top of the sleeping bag.  I couldn't
sleep and so I found myself  staring at Mike as he
glowed in the moon light that streamed through the
window.  I was laying on my stomach at the very edge
of the bed looking down at him.  He looked real long
and thin laying there.  If he opened his eyes he'd
probably be very startled to see my wide eyed
stare......definitely freak him out.    He'd be wicked
pissed-off too, but I couldn't stop looking.  He was
deep asleep and his  face looked completely relaxed. 
Mike was very young looking which is something most
people over-looked because he acts so tough and
confident.

  I couldn't get over how the buzzed haircut
high-lighted the perfect shape of his head.  Also his
perfect hair line and his naturally thin shaped
eyebrows and long curled eyelashes. His nose and lips
and chin and cheeks and every God Damn feature of his
face was like a Leonardo da Vinci drawing of the
perfect young male face.    Such symmetry of his
facial features and the unbelievably healthy looking
skin.....real physical beauty for a boy.  It'
something that, until recently,  I wouldn't even
recognize or acknowledge existed.   I stared in wonder
at his perfectly formed arms with the definition of
muscle in his biceps and the fine, almost invisible
light blond tiny hairs on his forearms.  His hairless
chest and taut stomach....not a classic "six-pack o
stomach muscle, but very firm and tight.  I'd fel this
taut, tight  stomach a number of times whil riding
behind him on his bike.  His waist was narrow and his
belly button was a cute 'innie'.......

 I closed my eyes and thought that I'd never seen a
more perfect looking boy.  I'd known in a genera way
that Mike was cute and, you know...hot, I guess, bu
this,  this perfection is something to be realize and
absorbed.  Naturally, I wondered about the hidde parts
in his boxers, but I wasn't fixated on jus tha by any
means.    I looked down and could see hi leg were just
as perfectly formed as his arms.  Muscl definition in
his legs and the same very fine, tin blond hair there
too. This is a perfect 'male form  thought.  How lucky
I am to now be able t appreciate it.  I wondered if
Mike has any idea how lucky he's been with the mix of
genes between his parents and the generations of mixed
genes before them.  All resulting in this aggressive
and dominate almost perfect looking boy.  He probably
just takes it all for granted. The word 'exquisite'
entered my mind, but I was probably getting carried
away.  I think he's beautiful, I will say that, and it
won't surprise you any that my hard boner was
dripping....

 I remembered how he smelled when I was riding behind
him on the motorbike and when we did wrestling holds.
Humans apparently emit some kind of chemical fragrance
that  other humans detect in their own unique ways(I
think I read somewhere that the chemical emitted
 called pheromones) ... whatever it's called detected
his in a very positive way.  Sexy, pleasant, nice.

 I looked at him some more and when I couldn't stand
the ache in my balls any longer I turned over to face
the wall and quietly jerked-off .. ...it didn't take
much to get me shooting a lot of creamy cum into
the sweat sock that I always had tucked between the
mattress and the wall for this very purpose.....it is
going to take a while for that sock to dry out  ....

 I tried to keep my moaning down and the window fan
noise helped to cover it so I was sure I hadn't
awakened Mike.  I was tired by then and off to
sleep I went.... with that little smile on my lips and
the nice after affects of my orgasm buzzing in my
groin and the picture of Mike in my mind....

 Next day was like most days except I must say I was
 starting to notice that Mike was acting toward me
much like he'd acted prior to sharing my bedroom.  I
thin the exchange with my father had really given him
confidence that the room deal was set.... he knew I
wouldn't throw him out.    He started being mean to me
again when all the guys were around.  Maybe
 BECAUSE he was sharing my bedroom he felt he had to
prove to the guys that nothing had changed...I was
still the new kid and I'd take the brunt of his abuse.

 In the middle of the afternoon Mike got pissed at me
I guess.  He asked me something and I didn't catch
what he'd asked me and I just said  "in  a minute,
Mike....I got to get something for Joey."  The next
thing I knew he clamped his hand on the back of my
neck.  He has the strongest hands!    He was right
handed, but he had me with his left hand and it was
still unbelievably strong. His thumb on one side of
the back of my neck and his fingers on the other side.
 Lots of pressure.  It really hurt!


 "Owww...ouch..ah ah Mike, please..that really hurts!"
He bent my head down almost to his crotch
saying..."Just a second, Richie.  I'll be right with
you.  Just need something out of my pocket for Joey."
and he squeezed harder.  I was seeing red with black
dots shooting all around in my head.  "Oh, by the way,
perhaps when you get a chance, Richie, you can give me
a hand.  I hurt my thumb at the farm today.  Burned it
on a match when I was trying to light the match with
one hand.  Did you ever burn your thumb Rich?   HUH,
did you?"  I was like  "Oh, ah ...please,  you're
really hurting my neck Mike."  He continued, as all
the guys snickered, they were all happy it wasn't them
getting this treatment..."Rich, my thumb is too sore
to pull down that hard metal zipper on my fly.  Can
you do it for me Rich.  HUH?, can you?"

 I was in pain and I heard ringing sounds in my ears.
He had my head looking away from his crotch so I
 reached over blindly to try to find Mikes fly zipper.
After groping his crotch I finally got a hold on the
little metal "pull" and zipped it down.  Mike squawked
out, "I don't mean here you dumb shit...you think I'm
going to pee on the boardwalk?  Zip that back up, but
wait!  .. FIRST, you better make sure my dick isn't in
the line of that fucking zipper.  Put your fingers in
my god damned fly and check it out! "

 I could hear everyone laughing and hooting and
grabbing their own balls to keep from peeing
themselves from laughing.  Mike had a full audience
today.  All six of his loyal followers were here.  I
heard comments like " guess this is why Mike gives him
a ride on the bike...in case he burns his thumb and
needs someone to hold his dick" ..ha ha ha.....real
clever stuff like that.  They didn't hate me.  I was
just low man in the group and getting my comeuppance
to remind me of that fact.  It made all of them feel
superior.

 I groped some more and found the zipper opening and
pushed my fingers in.  At first I wasn't sure where I
was groping, too low or two high.  If I could just get
a look at it for a second...that one look would be all
that I needed.  I couldn't twist my head around
though....Mike's hold was too strong.  So I pushed my
fingers around in his fly and just like that I poked
through his boxer's fly and my fingers were in his
curly bush.  Damn!  And then I felt his balls hanging
there..... and where the fook was his cock? It was so
awkward trying to do this...everything was backwards. 
It would be just like Mike to pull his dick out of the
way just to cause me more embarrassment, but
no...there it is.  I felt along it's length for a
couple inches and that indicated it was hanging
straight down and away from the zipper.  Feeling down
further I hit the head just to be sure.  His dick was
just about the same size as mine.  I squeezed it
between my two fingers.  Mike was standing very still
and I could tell his cock was firming up.  There
wasn't any doubt.   Then Mike angrily, but quietly
said to me , "OK OK, zip it up."

 Well, since I knew for sure his cock wasn't in the
zipper's path I went right ahead and zipped him
up.
 Mike blurted out theatrically, "You were touching my
dick.  He touched my dick.... the pervert!  He was
playing with my nuts and  my dick!  You are so
naughty!   What a bad bad boy!!  Oh my god do you need
a spanking."  The guys were so into hysterics
laughing.... it all just encouraged Mike.  "Come over
to this bench you naughty, naughty dirty minded boy!"
People passing and gawking at me as well as my
embarrassing situation and now hearing that I was
playing with this boys balls.  Humiliating doesn't
cover it really.   He was keeping me bent over and
both my hands were now reaching up and holdin onto the
wrist of his left arm....not doing anything except
holding on.  It was an involuntary reaction...... to
hold onto the arm causing me so much discomfort. Man,
he knew how to hurt the back of a neck.!!  For real!!

 Bent over as I was I could only see the boards of the
boardwalk and little else.... and certainly  not where
I was going.   Mike pulled me through the people who
were walking up and down the boardwalk enjoying
themselves...Mike was having fun too,  he was loudly
saying what a bad boy I was.  Other teenagers walking
the boards recognized that someone, almost surely the
dork of the group, was getting humiliated for the
enjoyment of the  'in crowd'  dudes.   They smirked
and gave words of encouragement to Mike as they walked
by.  They picked up on the 'spanking' joke and called
out that I needed a hard bare ass spanking to teach me
some manners.  HA HA HA HA   My face was red with
embarrassment.        We made it, eventually,  all the
way across the boards to the railing on the beach side
of the boardwalk.

 Mike made an issue out of picking just the right
bench as he dragged me from one bench to another.  I
was going "Oh...uuhhh  uuuhh.... aaaggggghhhh!! " as
the discomfort ebbed and flowed.  Finally Mike had the
bench he wanted and  he sat down dragging me down with
him so that I ended up laying across his lap.  All t >
guys accelerated their  hooting and hollering except
Tony who had started in with, "OK, Mike that's enough.
 Let him up Mike.  It's not funny now" And Mac is
saying "Shut the fuck up Tony or I'll give you a
spanking too."  Guys hooting and ha ha ha!!  "I'd like
to see you try it, you homo." Tony yelled back ....it
went like that for a little bit......... Mike fumbled
around trying to pull down my shorts for a bit and
finally settled for grabbing my ass.

 Then from some where comes a lady's voice, "Just what
do you think you're doing young man?"  Mike said,
"Excuse me....say what,  Ms Buttinski?   Surely you're
not talking to me."  I couldn't  see the lady, but she
sure had a bossy sounding voice.  "Let him up this
instant you fresh mouthed thing or I'll call the
boardwalk police."  "Hey lady, he's my little brother
and he needs a big bad spanking for being naughty, but
you go ahead and call all the police you want, Ms
Busybody.  See if I give a shit!"  Mike had my head
low to the boards on his left side, pushing down at
the back of my head,  and me laying across his lap
with my left leg on the bench and my right foot on the
boardwalk.

 This was another one of Mike's incredibly intimate
positions he gets us in.  With his knees spread open a
little my crotch fit right down tight on his crotch.
 Our cocks were rubbing against each other as our
crotches ground together and Mike moved his knees back
and forth generating extra stimulation for our boners.
  With his strong right hand he had settled on a firm
grip of my left ass cheek.   The tip of his index
finger probing the back of my nuts while his whole
hand  pushed sideways into my ass crack.... the full
length of it.  Like a wedgie.  He was massaging my bum
and my crack  and every few seconds squeezing it, but
not so it hurt...actually, it felt so sexual I'd
gotten my boner almost immediately.

 Mike kept massaging and squeezing and I stopped
fidgeting because I was fixated on the pleasurable
sensations ......in a short time  the feeling all
around my groin, up into my stomach and all around
 my ass was tingling and humming and it was an awesome
feeling.  I was blowing out little burst of air as I
felt my balls begin to tighten up and that pre
ejaculation feeling began.   All the activity
surrounding me on the boardwalk  had receded far
in the background .... the arousal feelings in my
groin ruled and had all my attention...

 "She just called on her cell phone", Marty told Mike.
Mike said to me, "Do you have a wooden or mental tube
of some sort in your pocket, Richie?"  And from
Marty again... "I see the cop's hat bobbing as he'
riding his bike up the boards, Mike"  Mike all of a
sudden
said to me, "I owe you a spanking." and he sits me up
by pulling my head up by my hair and releases me.
"Tony, give Richie your hat to wear and come over and
 sit next to him."  To me he said in my ear, "Cover up
your boner!" and he walked over and took Kyle's hat
and put it on his own head.  All of this was partially
or fully blocked from Ms Busybody's view by all the
people walking up and down the boardwalk.  Mike had
now moved away from the bench talking to the other
guys.   When the cop rides up to the lady who was
waving at him, she says,   "They're over here
officer."  But, we looked different and we were all in
different positions.  Ms Busybody had a confused look
on her face as she walked over in our direction with
the cop.

 She looked at Tony and me,  but we didn't look like
the two on the bench just a minute ago.  Tony is short
and I had a baseball hat on now .  Tony and me ignored
her and we got up and slowly started down the steps to
the beach which was some twenty feet below.  We
knew Mike would shortly have them all talking in
circles and Ms Busybody would be all confused as to
who did what to whom and it would end up making her
look like a fool.  This is exactly the kind of thing
all the guys loved and it would be discussed for days
and create lots of laughs as the story got better with
each telling.

 Tony and me walked toward the ocean which looked calm
today.  "Mike can be a major prick, Richie.  Areyou
OK?"  I said I was OK,  but wicked embarrassed. Tony
told me not to worry about it because all the guys had
one thing or another done to them over the years by
Mike.  He was the strongest and the smartest, but he
was wicked cool too and  funny as hell.  "Don't ya
think, Richie?"  I told him that "Yeah, I agree. I'm
OK and I know it's just Mike being Mike.  I get over
stuff quick."  Tony reached up to give my head a rub
 and my arm a squeeze showing me he approved and that
I
 had his support.

 We had slipped off our sandals when we got on the
beach and we walked all the way across the beach and
into about six inches of ocean as it rolled in around
our ankles all foamy and cool and then just as fast it
rolled smoothly back out to sea.  It felt good. The
guys hardly ever go in the ocean because they're here
all year round and the ocean was just.... there.    A
dirty, seaweed strewn expanse..... just waves of salty
water rolling up on the sand.  To tourist it was
exotic and fabulous, but the locals were not
impressed.   Strange how that works.  After a while we
went back up on the boards.

 The guys were there smoking and horsing around and
they all followed Mike when he walked over to us.  I
kind of cringed as Mike reached over and put his arm
around my shoulder to hug me.  "You OK. Richie?" I
said I was fine and everyone started talking at once
and laughing at the same time...... they were telling
how they all made fools out of the lady and the stupid
cop.  Mike walked me away from the group and over to
the side of the boardwalk that was opposite the
 beach.  We headed for the side with all the stores
and shops and miniature golf courses and water parks
and amusement rides and everything under the sun.

 He said,  "Richie, I want you to try something
fabulous.... they're new.  Crusty french fries. They
are simply the best french fries you'll ever taste.
Have you ever had them?  No?  Come on with me."   He
had a long string of things to tell me which all added
up to less than an apology......he probably thought it
was an explanation.   No matter,  with his arm around
my shoulder I began to feel a little bit special
because he was spending   time just with me.  He
bought the french fries which came in a paper cup with
a real small cup of ketchup as part of the package.
"Watch out cause they're wicked hot right out of the
fry-o-lay-tor.  Pick out a long one and dip the end in
the ketchup."  I did the things he said to do and the
french fry was the best I'd ever tasted.  Crunchy on
the outside with lots of salt but creamy delicious
inside.  "Yum yum!" I said and we finished the whole
cup without saying another word.  Mike bought us both
a lemonades that were make with fresh lemons that are
squeezed right in front of you.  It was delicious too.
 Mike put his arm around my shoulder again and we
walked down the boards in no special hurry to get
anyplace.   He was telling me that... "You handled
that situation OK back there, Richie.  You know I was
just fucking around with you getting some laughs for
the guys, right?  And, you didn't make a big stink
which I really liked."  I said that sure I knew that
and it was wicked embarrassing, but I know the
routine, I'm no baby.  Mike said, "Ya know Richie, you
are quickly becoming my best bud out of all the
'gang'.  You do know that, right?"  Boy oh boy was I
getting a great feeling and a little bit of a swelled
head.  I can't tell you how great it made me feel. He
really, honest to God, likes me.  Maybe best out of
everyone.  The entire humiliating spanking scene was
totally ancient history!

Part 3 next.....Donny Mumford..thinat20@yahoo.com

























 
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