Mike and Richie

Hope your holidays were awesome! Have a great New Year too. Here's chapter 11 of this story in gay high school. We're in the middle of a blizzard here, but I imagine New York is too. Good luck.

Donny

MIKE and RICHIE

Chapter 11

by Donny Mumford

Hot shit!! School is out for the summer... yahoo! Mike's Mom, Mike, my dad, and me are out to dinner celebrating our successful school year. Mrs. Sullivan's bubbling with excitement because Mike and I both made the honor role all four semesters. After our spring break Mike and I went right back too our daily routine which includes doing homework together with Mike trying for perfection and pushing me to do my best too. It's his new secret personality trait: he's super conscientious about doing things the right way. Sure, he used to hate school and he got snippy with me about us doing all the extra school work during his recovery period after being stabbed, but that's because he was frustrated beyond words by his slow progress in getting better. Now, going to school with me, Mike has this great new attitude and that's why his mom's so thrilled. Hell, I'm thrilled too 'cause I never used to get on the honor roll at my old school. At dinner Mike's mom keeps telling Mike and me how proud of us she is and how fabulous we are. I notice my Dad's spending a lot of time staring at her as she's gushing over us boys. He has a thing for Mike's mom and that's just plain awkward! Whenever the conversation lets up for a moment, I say to Mrs. Sullivan, "Ah, so do ya think we did okay in school this year?" Off she goes again about how fantastic Mike and me are and we all laugh at how eager she is to get back on that topic. It is so cool to see my Dad laugh because I can't remember him ever laughing until recently. Mrs Sullivan has a big laugh and she joins right in too even though she knows we're laughing at her excited state of mind.

My dad and Mike's mom are drinking Margaritas while Mike and me have ginger ale, but we'll be drinking something stronger later tonight at TD's party. I'm so relaxed and happy now; it's hard to imagine that just a little over a year ago my mother dumped me here in Wildwood with my dad, who was a sour man back then... and now it's a hundred-eighty degree turn around for me. Getting dumped by my mother was the low point in my life and since meeting Mike a year ago I'm now at the highest point. Not that it's all about me; Mike's happy and my dad started dating Mike's mom months ago so there's a little extra spark in both their lives, I assume... dad certainly seems happy. Earlier this spring Mike's brother, Danny, turned his life around and quit the illegal stuff to join the Coast Guards which is one more reason Mike's mom's so happy of late. Danny was always a worry and now the Guard will keep him away from bad influences in this neighborhood for the first time in years. These are all good things.

After dinner Mike and me ride off on Mike's motorbike leaving our two single parents alone to do whatever single adults do to keep themselves from dying of boredom; and let me tell ya, Mike and me didn't spend even two seconds wondering what it might be they're doing. We're headed to our gang's graduation party. Mike and I are the brains in the group, but everyone else passed too. We're all going into 11th grade next year, but while that's true enough, what we're actually celebrating tonight is the long summer vacation that stretches out in front of us. The party's at TD's house for a couple of reasons: his parents said okay to him having it there for one thing... they supplied all the eats and soft drinks for another thing, but the biggest reason of all is that his parents aren't going to be home. They'll be at the Country Club until one or two in the morning. Parties are a hundred times better if no adults are in the general vicinity. By the way, TD's real name is Tucker Dwight. TD are correct initials for his name, but that's not why we called him TD. We call him that because he has a tiny dick; he's the new kid Tony was going on about some months ago. Tucker is referred to as 'Tiny' or 'TD' when adults are around; sometimes us boys will actually call him 'Tiny Dick' when it's just us guys. It was a major deal to Tony when he saw Tucker's tiny dick for the first time, but the rest of us just shrugged thinking the subject too gay. Not Tony, he conscientiously spread the word all over school that the the new kid has a very small cock... a tiny dick.

As it turned out Tiny Dick has kind of a sweet nature, although he's no pussy and he didn't care to be the butt of Tony's joke. He didn't like it but he's the new kid so at first he tried laughing along with everyone else. Tony wouldn't let up though so Tucker tried ignoring it for a while, but when that didn't work either, Tiny lost his cool and started a fist fight with Tony which is understandable maybe, but ultimately it wasn't a real good idea because while Tony's not big, he's tough and as the fight progressed, things weren't looking too good for either Tiny Dick or Tony. Finally, Tony pauses in the middle of punching, to say, "Wanna be friends or do ya want me to finish beating the shit out of you?" Tiny Dick and Tony have been kinda tight ever since. Hey, what the hell, having a small penis isn't TD's fault; he didn't have anything to do with it. In addition to having a small penis TD also has a small body. He's about five foot six or seven, but real thin at about a hundred-twenty pounds and for a kid who just turned seventeen that's pretty small. Tony tells me that TD's strong for his size, but he isn't an especially cute kid, although he's not bad looking. He has a nice way about him, but there's a hardness there too. Being a new kid he's probably on his best behavior... you know, making friends and all. Still, I sense something's there with him. Something about him reminds me of Tom Brown who, by the way, still hasn't moved. Anyway, TD is one of those kids who's first reaction to EVERYTHING is to smile. It's his way of getting to be liked. Also, he laughs at everyone's jokes, even Joey's and Joey doesn't even laugh at his own jokes half the time. You never hear a negative thing come out of TD's mouth and he is always the first to offer to help you with whatever you need so, what the fuck, we like him. It's weird but I've been noticing stuff like Tiny's looks and his taut body, things only a gay boy will notice. I stare at his big brown puppy dog eyes that make me want to squeeze the back of his neck or give him a hug and he has a nice scent about him too. I never use to notice these kinds of things about other boys, but since I met Mike, well, I do notice that stuff now.

Right off the bat Tiny Dick got his buzz haircut and he's been in tight with the gang pretty much from right after the fist fight with Tony. Now I'm no longer the 'new kid' in the gang, so I got that going for me. I haven't seen his tiny dick, although I have to admit being a bit curious about it because of Ronny Dwyer's small dick. Ya know, I'm interested in comparing them. Once Tucker joined the gang talk about his tiny dick eventually died out and then Mike gave TD all the same kind of treatment he'd given me when I first started hanging out with the boardwalk boys. He was doing pretty much the same thing with TD as he'd done with me and because of that I found myself getting jealous and basically put myself through a rough five or six weeks. So stupid! It started when Mike got into one of his moods and TD was available so, walking up behind TD, Mike wrapped his arms around his stomach and picked him up off his feet and with TD kicking, Mike carried him to a nearby bench and sat down on the bench with TD in his lap. The rest of us guys watched with interest, thinking, "Tiny Dick is nice and all that, but it's about fucking time for some initiation laughs". This was at school after lunch, so lots of kids were watching and cat-calling as Mike casually puts his right hand in TD's pants pocket and grabs his balls. Tiny Dick cries out with surprise and Mike firmly told him to fold his arms across his chest and to stay very still. Mike was still holding TD tight to him with his left arm, and afraid of getting his nuts crushed again TD did as he was told and crossed his arms tightly on his chest. He was wearing those baggy cargo khaki pants with plenty of room in the crotch and you could see Mike's hand inside the pants pockets moving around in the crotch area. TD sat on Mike's lap with his legs draped on the outside of Mike's wide spread legs. He was quiet, looking very apprehensive and I sorta felt bad for him because I'd been through just this sort of thing. The fact is though, guys don't feel they belong in the gang if they don't get Mike's attention and TD's finally getting it. Mike found what he wanted inside there and started wanking the new kid off.

As I said, this is a familiar move to me from my early days with Mike. He'd gotten me a few times and probably the other guys too, but we don't talk about it much.

TD started squirming again and got his nuts squeezed again, so he stopped. Tony, Joey, and me, along with kids that weren't even in our gang, were the audience that day last winter. Each of us was glad this humiliation was happening to Tiny Dick and not to us. Like I said, I felt bad for Tiny, but I gotta confess I was getting a boner watching how easily and completely Mike was dominating the situation. Tony kept wetting his lips with his tongue and playing with himself as Joey frowned, staring intently. He'd spit every fifteen or twenty seconds, like he always does. I made sure to stands in a way that kept my boner from poking out the front of my pants as I stared with my mouth slightly open because this isn't something you see every day. As Mike continues stroking TD's tiny dick, TD's eyes got real big and shiny and he starts puffing out his cheeks blowing short puffs of air and scrunched his face. He looked up at the sky and began making little squeaky sounds, and then it was, "Please, Mike stop. Mike, Ah don't...". The tip of Mike's tongue was just visible sticking out between his lips and, in a surprisingly short period of time, TD began pushing his head back into Mike's shoulder, pressing the side of his forehead against Mike's jaw moaning. Tony and I exchange looks, like, 'No way that kid is spunking already!' A minute later TD's going,

"Ohhhhh....Ahhh!" as a small circle of wet appeared at the crotch of his pants. Then a long "Ahhhhhh" from TD and the wet spot spread and then spread again. This kid has a tiny dick but apparently big balls and they're generating a hell of a lot of spunk. He began humping gently on Mike's lap with his eyes closed taking long, deep breaths. Then he just collapsed limply against Mike, who asked, "Did you just pee your pant, Tiny Dick?" Joey shouted out, "Tiny Dick just cam in his pants". Kids from across the play ground looked over and frowned, not believing what they'd just heard. We laughed and made fun of Tiny, but in short order he's laughing with us. He was such a good sport everyone ended up patting him on the back or rubbing his buzzed hair. Casually pulling his shirt tail out to cover the large cum stain on the front of his pants, Tiny kept chattering about what a hot shit Mike is. His face never even got red.

After a little while Mike walked Tiny Dick off, draping his arm over Tiny's shoulder while talking quietly to him about... whatever. Mike did that to me after humiliating me on the boardwalk last summer; it was that time he pretended to give me a spanking in front of hundreds of people. He can be a prick, but when he wants to, Mike's got a way of making you feel special and he obviously did that with Tiny because Tiny really hung close to Mike after that. A week later Mike did it to Tiny in another way, this time on the boardwalk and it certainly didn't look like Tiny put up much of a fight. Back then I found myself getting wicked jealous, especially during a couple of weeks where Mike would drive Tiny Dick off on his motorbike two or three times a week like he did with me in the beginning of our relationship. There's no way this was a coincidence, it's almost exactly how Mike treated me in the beginning. What's he doing... auditioning my replacement? Sometimes when Mike and Tiny showed up later, after their motorbike ride, they acted kinda like they'd just gotten away with something. Or maybe I'm projecting my fears onto them, I don't know! For my money though, Tiny Dick stayed too close to Mike too much of the time. None of the other guys even commented on it, which I thought was odd. I resisted asking Mike what was going on because Mike did not like me, or anyone else for that matter, questioning him. Plus, Mike and me continue our hot experimenting into adolescent boyfriend sex, as Mike refers to it, better than ever. One day back then I spot Mike and Tiny on the other side of the school grounds arguing and it looked like they were going to come to blows, which would not have worked out well for Tiny Dick. By the time I ran over to them something had been resolved. They didn't seem too happy with each other for a couple of weeks afterwards, but that slowly faded away. The mysterious activity between Mike and Tiny Dick was totally over as far as I an tell, whatever "it" was in the first place. Maybe Mike expanded his so-called 'hot experimenting in adolescent boyfriend sex' to include Tiny Dick; he'd done it with Ronny Dwyer. Whatever, I'm grateful that Mike's not doing with TD whatever it was he was doing anymore. Really grateful because, believe me, that green headed monster called jealousy, is a bitch to deal with! In hindsight I can see that Mike never neglected me during that time, and in fact was sweeter to me than ever. Guilty conscience maybe. And why should I expect Mike to be perfect anyway? I'm not, I never mentioned that Tom Brown episode to him and how do I know how I might respond to temptation? I'll keep an open mind about things... that seems like a good way to approach most anything. That Tiny and Mike thing happened right after spring break, but everything's been cool since then. Tiny Dick has been a good addition to the gang; for example, his party tonight.

Right now, finished our congratulation dinner with my dad and his mom, Mike wants to stop at the house so we can change out of our going-out-to-dinner clothes before heading over to TD's party. At the house we take off our front-pleated khaki long pants and our button up the front shirts, and while hanging them up I'm giving Mike a 'look', so he's like, "What?" In a pretend shy voice, I go "Can I please, please suck your cock, Mike?" He suppresses a chuckle and, pretending to be exasperated, says, "You never get enough, do ya? Oh okay, but make it quick!" I did NOT make it quick and Mike eventually gets breathing raggedly, humping his hips, saying, "Oh God! Jeez, Richie, grab that lube and get on all fours, you got me horny for screwing that tight hole of yours!" I reach over for the creamy Vaseline we use for lubricant, then drop my hands to the floor. I'm already on my knees, naked. Mike loves to fuck me doggy style, and I kind of love it myself although on my back looking at his face is my favorite position. There's usually very little foreplay when I'm on all fours; the foreplay tonight was me sucking on his cock, which ain't bad actually. Mike grabs my skinny hips and positions his rock hard lubed-up boner at my hole, and when I feel it there I think, "relax!" He pushes the fat head of his cock in me as I stifle a scream; it always hurts initially but fades quicker and quicker the more we do it. I don't mind the initial hurt at all 'cause getting fucked, by Mike especially, but even by Ronny, is an awesome thing if ya ask me. It's the best feeling ever! Mike steadily pushes his pulsing boner all the way up inside me and then slowly withdraws all the way out. After my bizarre experience with our neighbor Tom Brown, I'd suggested to Mike that he try slapping my ass occasionally when he's fucking me. I know it sounds stupid, but it does add a sexual thrill for me. Not the way Tom spanked me, but just an additional sensation from Mike to me... it's cool, and hot! Mike caught onto this idea real quickly and it seems to get Mike hotter too, although his cock has always gotten as hard as a pipe, smacking my ass or not.

It's just unfortunate I got the idea from that sphincter Tom Brown though, but on the other hand, at least I got something from that experience.

Mike methodically pushes his pipe-hard-boner deep inside my hole and as he's pulling it out, sometimes I get a hard slap on my ass. This goes on for five minutes or so, but when he picks up the speed of his penetrations and really gets into fucking me fast and hard he eliminates the slapping part and just holds on to me and rabbits in and out of my hole as fast as he can go. We haven't learned to be patient yet and still rush to our climaxes, me squirming and squealing in ecstasy. Mike told me how he gets some kinda weird high from smacking my ass when fucking me; he can't explain it exactly and I can't either, but it's good. Sometimes I wonder if I should ask Mike to reproduce the experience that Tom Brown gave me. Of course, I wouldn't tell him about the Tom Brown affair; I'm not inclined to do that just yet. Naturally the spanking part would be more symbolic if Mike did it, not torturous like Tom's spanking was. The parts after the spanking are the sensations I'd like to repeat: from the pain reducing cream spread on my ass to the cold bath and especially the full body massaging and then the oral sex. Oh man, my first blowjob, and was it ever sexually hot, and especially when compared to the spanking part. So far I haven't been brave enough, or dumb enough, to ask Tom for another spanking experience. And he's emphatic I'd have to ask him to, "Please give me another hard, bare-ass spanking, Tom,' that's what he calls them. He'll be moving out of the neighborhood this summer, I assume. He should have moved out months ago according to him, not that I believe a lot of what Tom Brown says. They're moving sooner or later though, so my temptation to ask him will be gone with his move. Something in me wants to do it one last time 'cause I know it's a long, long shot that a similar situation will ever present itself again... it's probably best that it doesn't too. I'm conflicted, but mostly sure I'll never get around to asking Tom to spank me.

Tonight though, on all fours with the pain from Mike's initial penetration a fading memory, I anticipate and then feel the whack on my ass from Mike's open hand. It's not a pretend smack, it's hard and it stings! He's pulling his fat boner back and just about as the head of his cock slides past, stimulating my prostate gland, the loud smack sounds and simultaneous the sting of pain comes with it, and the combination of sting and hot sexual pleasure is awesome. I involuntarily grunt with each smack, he's already driving his fat boner all the way back inside me so I switch from the grunt to, "Ahhh..Ohh" and then the slow retraction and, "Smack!" each one harder and harder, just like my boner gets. As he smacks my ass I buck each time and all together it gets Mike hotter and hotter which is what causes the rabbiting of my hole. Mike can't hold out any longer, he needs to climax! I can't hold off either and usually, like tonight, shoot off a long, strong stream of cum, followed by other smaller ones, and then that erotic squishy feeling in my hole as Mike empties his nuts of spunk; empties his spunk deep inside me only to have a lot of it run out of my hole and drool down my thighs as I try not to squeal like a girl while panting at the fantastic sensations shooting around my belly, ass, and cock. It makes my body shudder and quiver with delight. The sensations fade away leaving me feeling satisfied and wonderful... sex is a gift from the gods, the most powerful sensation, next to love.

Tonight, before TD's party, it's all of that and a little bit more. After Mike shoots his load, filling my ass with his creamy teen cum, he lays forward with his chest on my back and his cock still in me and enjoys the after effect of his ultra hot climax. I stay on my knees resting my head on my forearms enjoying the feel of Mike's body on my back. Catching his breath, he says in my ear, "Richie, want to hang around here and do it again in a little while?" I go, "Sure!" and that's what we do. Mike did me in the doggy position again, but not until he gave my ass a half dozen final thrusts. After that we'd had a few cigarettes and a YooHoo outside wearing only flimsy basketball shorts and flip flops. Walking back inside Mike got his arm around my neck and kissed me, then while hugging me to him, he says, "I'm still addicted to you, Richie!" and a long kiss on the side of my face was followed by a hot make out... and then the second doggy style fucking. I swear to God I shot just as much spunk during the second time as the first. Mike's show of affection gets me hot, hotter, and hottest! All of that is why we pull up late to the party. We're on Mike's bike; it's already after ten p.m. There were many more kids at the party than just our gang, word of a 'parent-less party' spreads like wild fire. We knew most of the kids even though we didn't hang-out with them. Quite a few of the kids were already drunk, including a number of girls. "Why the fuck do all the fat girls insist on wearing tight spandex clothing that shows off the rolls of fat around their stomachs and hips?" Mike mutters to me. I go, "What?"'cause I was still on a high from our sex tonight, and was thinking about that. Mike goes, "Never mind, Richie," as he's parking the bike. He knows I daydream a lot, he may even know it's mostly him I daydream about. We meet up with our guys and right away Mike has to negotiate what could have been a nasty situation between Kyle and one of the A & F snobs. The dispute involves the snob's girlfriend and Kyle's repeated use of the word "cunt". The music's loud and a lot of kids are dancing, others are yelling, and it's pretty much bedlam. Kyle and the snob go their separate ways and now that that crisis is over we get big plastic cups full of beer. Soon there's a ten person drinking game going on. When you lose a round you need to chug directly from the keg's spigot on the end of a short hose. Last time we played drinking games was under the boardwalk last summer. It's funny to see the girls try to gulp right from the spigot hose for count of ten with beer coming out of their noses and gushing out their mouths almost as fast as it goes in. Lots of hooting and hollering going on and there will be some throwing up going on too; that'd be my guess. There's always those girls who insist on playing the game with the boys, they keep losing because the guys used sports references as the basis for the game which means the girls are lost and forced to drink. Finally it's just four guys left which is too few to have any fun with so we quit, but the beer has us all a little high.

Around midnight I go in the wrong door while trying to find a bathroom and finally see Tiny Dick's tiny dick. Tony was sucking it. I can't tell you what a shock that was! TD sees me come in, but Tony has his eyes closed so I put my finger to my lips in the "Shhhhh" way to TD, and back out of the room. Tiny's boner appears to be less than four inches long and not especially thick although the head's in Tony's mouth so I don't know what that looks like. No matter the size, it's a strangely erotic scene and I stare at it as I'm backing out the door and when I turn around I realize I've got a boner in my pants.

Tony and Tiny, what do ya know about that! I'll never tell, not even when I'm sober. Later, I'm dancing with the same girl I danced with at the school dance months before, and I see Tiny Dick and Tony leaving together which is odd for a couple of reasons, not the least of which it's Tiny's fuckin' party. He sees me looking over at him and he shoots me with his index finger, looking smug, like he's pulled one over on me. Does he think Tony and me are doing it together? That's nuts... although Tony and I are tight and all that. Well, maybe we're not as tight as I thought because Tony never even hinted to me he's gay, and he's never come close to coming on to me either. Thinking about it, I can remember the strange look Tony gave me about what I'd said in the hospital when I found Mike on the gurney... I'd hugged Mike's face to mine, and kissed him too. Tony witnessed all that but never mentioned anything to me about it from that day to this. Hmmm? Oh well, this night I didn't see Tiny or Tony again and I didn't see much of Mike either; he spent a lot of time smokin' some weed with the crowd that's into that. Mike's known pretty much by everyone in our class and he fits in with all except the so-called in-crowd of Abercrombie & Fitch phonies. The party broke up abruptly when some busy-body neighbor called the cops about the noise and rowdiness; that was around one in the morning. We all scattered and left the house abandoned... it's really a very bad idea to have a booze party at your own place 'cause the kids get drunk and just don't give a shit. Mike and I roared off on his motorbike, but not before we saw some of the slower and more dimwitted kids corralled by the cops, although most escaped the cop's halfhearted effort to catch them.

Mike and me are sober the next morning laying in bed together, but what wicked hangovers we have. Ya don't realize it at the time, but last night we were so drunk we'd nearly had an accident getting home. When we did make it safely to bed Mike wanted me to suck his cock and when I started doing that I saw this picture in my head of Tony sucking on Tiny's little cock and it got me hard again. I stroked Mike's cock and my own at the same time for a bit, then realized Mike had fallen asleep. Well! Of all the nerve! Ha ha! In my drunken state I thought I'd keep sucking his dick anyway, but I fell asleep too... so the booze conquered the sex. I'll made a note to myself to remember that fact the next time I think I want one more beer. As I lay in bed with my wicked hangover, all I can think of is: "God help TD when his parents see the condition of their house". By the time the cops broke up that wild party the house inside and outside was not a pretty sight. Mike comes back from the bathroom and climbs back into bed, so I get next to him and he casually puts his arms around me, sighing, then says, "I'm never doing weed and beer together again." I mumble, "Good plan," then make the mistake of mentioning my concern about TD place to Mike 'cause, even as hard as my head aches, he still made me get up and call TD to see if we could come over and help him clean up the mess. TD was so grateful for our help that Mike told me to call the other guys and an hour later we're all over there hung-over and cleaning-up under the stern eye of Tiny Dick's mother and father; they were not pleased at the destruction, but they were impressed that Tiny's friends would help him out. They have an in-ground pool that Mac had to wade into to collect all the trash etc. thrown in there. We picked up broken bottles, tons of trash, discarded beer cups, and half eaten food... then we swept and mopped and ran the sweeper, we did it all and it all sucked! It was two hours before Mrs Dwight would say, " Okay, that enough. Thank you, boys! You sure saved Tucker's ass big time!! You all did a good job and I may even forgive you all for trying to destroy our home; not now, but perhaps in the future." I think she's kidding about the forgiving part; I mean, her and Mr. Dwight are the two who thought it was a good idea for TD to have a party here when they were out. Ah, what the hell; I'm just glad we're done cleaning.

While we were cleaning TD kept looking at me with a questioning look in his eyes, so obviously he's wondering if I'd told someone about him and Tony. When no one could hear me I whispered to him, "Hey man, whasup? Oh, about last night, that's your business, dude. No problem. It's cool!" What a big smile I got from him, and then some kind of knowing look that I didn't get the meaning of, but I did wondered for a brief moment what it would be like to do something sexy with Tiny, maybe with Mike involved too like our threesome with Ronny. That's another long shot though, probably never gonna happen. Ya know, I'm not sure why, but I'm gonna hold off telling Mike about the Tiny and Tony blowjob. I wouldn't even consider telling anyone besides Mike anyway, but even with Mike I want to think about it for a bit first. We survived our hangovers and the clean-up of TD's place, but only barely. Everyone stayed in that night after the party, recuperating and then there it was... the first Monday of summer vacation.

Mike had to ride out to the farm where his mother works to sign up for part time work again this summer. My job was still doing everything in my Dad's place that he use to pay a cleaning service to do. Now he pays me to do it.

Plus, I run the errants and get my Dad's stuff for breakfast each morning.

Other than those chores though, dad said I should enjoy the rest of the day with my friends. He used to slap my face but now he hugs my shoulders instead.

That's an awesome turn of events and it has a lot to do with him and Mike's mom getting so close and all.

Wildwood is filling up as the summer residence return to their rental homes and file into the motels and hotels. By the third week in June the traffic is almost gridlocked and the boardwalk is swarming with people of all ages. Us guys were up there smoking cigarettes, annoying the tourist, and even though it happened a few weeks ago we're still making up exaggerated stories of Tiny's party. Tony lisped that Tiny Dick had been lucky to be grounded for only the first two days of summer vacation; if we hadn't cleaned up it would have been a much longer punishment. Just as a tease, I steadily stare at Tony after he's done talking, until he smiles at me, and asks, "Why you staring at me, Richie?" I knew then that Tiny Dick hadn't told Tony about me walking in on their blow job, so I smile back, shake my head like it's nothing, and listened to all the guys trying to outdo each other describing the absurd things each of them had done at Tiny Dick's party. As the summer days lazily pass by, our routine follows pretty much what we did last summer. Most of us had some sort of part time job to take care of. After that we'd meet in the afternoon for a few hours on the boardwalk and then again for a few hours at night. We make fun of people walking the boards and of each other. We all try picking up girls and we all work hard at looking cool for the other guys who also walk the boards doing the same things we do, including looking cool. We ride the rides and eat the food and play miniature golf and go to water parks once in a while. Mostly we enjoy being with each other, and the boardwalk serves as a fabulous backdrop for that. We've all turned 17 by now, or soon will, and we know this will be our last year of focusing on the boardwalk. Seventeen is the outside age to constantly hang and goof on the boards. This isn't something we discuss, it's just something that's understood. We need to grow-up next year and do something else in the summer because eighteen year olds, if their cool, do not hang out all summer on the boardwalk. We'll have to turn it over to the new 'kings of the boards', the coming of age mid teens. Fuck!

There are six of us are on the boardwalk today, we're checking out Kyle's new toy. It's a whoopee cushion that Kyle's little brother got as a gag birthday gift, a gift Kyle immediately confiscated and was presently developing an act with that he hopes will be extremely annoying to the tourist. Kyle does not look like the nefarious naughty boy that he, in fact, is. He has a mouthful of late braces, light brown buzz cut hair, freckles across his nose... a choirboy look; he's really skinny and he always has an expression on his face that implies he wants to be helpful. Believe me, Kyle does not want to help you. In addition, when Kyle speaks, foul language flows from his potty mouth, a torrent of curse words. He's taking the whoopie cushion pranks seriously, even going so far as to practice the different ways he can use this farting toy by adjusted the valve creating different farting sounds. He's ready to go now though and when he spots an overweight man and woman walking together towards us he puts the whoopie cushion on the boardwalk and waits until this obese couple are next to us and then he steps down hard on the paper bag the whoopee cushion is hiding in. A long, very loud and unmistakable sound of a rolling fart erupts and can be heard over everything else. Kyle looks around with a puzzled, but helpful, look on his face while Joey plays his part by pinching his nose and kind of pointing at the fat guy and girl. The rest of us go

"Ewwww! Yuck! Gross! Hey mister, you set the back of your pants on fire!" The fat couple get red in the face and hurry away shaking their heads that it wasn't them. We, of course, go into hysterics laughing much more laughter than the prank deserves, but laughing is contagious. Kyle get all the old guys walking past us unmercifully, and some of these oldtimers get feisty and yell out at us to 'grow-up' or 'wipe that silly ass grin off your face you fresh punk' or they'll say something like, 'that's real original, you delinquents,' and stuff like that which is just the kind of reaction we want and we laugh harder. Very childish of course, but it's our last summer doing this junk. Oh, and Kyle, with his innocent face, never gets blamed. Mac gets accused of being the 'farter' many times and that's perhaps because he's on the chubby side. He always says, "I didn't do anything, it's was him" or "it's her" as he points to an innocent bystander walking by.

Kyle's best acts were the patient ones where he'd sit on a bench, with the whoopee cushion under one thigh, waiting patiently for an unsuspecting woman or fat person or older grumpy looking person to sit down next to him. The rest of us are smoking along the railing next to the bench. When the right type person/victim sits down Kyle bears down hard on that fart machine and out comes a motorboat rumbling fart. He then jumps up, yelling, "Jesus Christ, pal..." as everyone looks over at the startled victim. They usually shake their head "No" like "it wasn't me". All victims do pretty much the same thing. The guys along the railing call more attention to the victim by going... "Gross!"

"That's disgusting!" "Yuck!" and stuff like that. These sorts of childish endeavors kept us rolling with laughter for three nights in a row and then we began recognizing earlier victims from a night or two before and who now are giving us hard looks, so the whoopie cushion was put away for later in the summer when a new batch of tourist arrived. Anyway, we have plenty of other tried and true acts to torture the innocent tourist with, strictly for our enjoyment and laughter, of course. Most of the time the tourist don't even realize we're mocking them. When everything else fails we turn on each other, all in the name of laughs. And then there's the pick-up attempts. Always trying to get a hot girl to agree to a date or if you're really lucky a walk on the beach for a make-out and maybe even a feel-up. Some of the guys try harder at this than others. I'm easily discouraged and don't try very hard in the first place; just enough to save face. I resort to explaining that this girl or that girl is too tall, or not tall enough, or has small tits, or whatever.

Mike's often successful when he wants to be because of his unbelievable good looks, but he rarely takes them for a walk on the beach. Me and him go for walks on the beach though, and tonight's one of those times. He need to talk to me in private so we go down the steps to the beach and walk down near the rolling ocean. He obviously has something on his mind but he's hesitating, then he finally tells me how he knows I'm gonna be disappointed, but he'll be away for ten days starting the day after tomorrow. His brother, Danny, has finished his initial training and is graduating to the next rank in the Coast Guards. Mike, his mother, his cousin, and his aunt are taking a train cross country to the Coast Guard base at San Diego, California to see Danny graduate, and to visit with him for a few days. Danny begged Mike to come; they're real tight and this is their last chance to spend time together until the fall. I am disappointed alright.

Well, the timing works out for them anyway; when the tomato crops are ready for harvesting at the farm Mike and his mom wouldn't be able to get off work, but it's early in the season now so the boss is letting them have the time off. It's now or never and Mike wants to see Danny; he loves him as much as he loves me; that's what he said anyway. That's not exactly like saying "I love you, Richie". it's more like saying he has a brotherly love for Danny and me. Plus, I'm not sure he didn't just throw that in to soften me up so I don't pout the next two days he's here. Hell, what else could I do except tell him to have a safe trip... of course he should go see his brother graduate. We both know I can't go, not only because the cost of the trip, but it would be awkward as hell too. I mean, I don't hardly know Danny, and to be honest I don't want to go. If it was just Mike and me going, well then, absolutely I'd want to go.

But with his mother, aunt, and cousin going, forget about it! Mike knows very well how much he means to me though, so he'd worried about how I'd react to the news he'll away for ten days. I think I reacted at least as well as a ten year old would. I'm just kidding about that, I told him I'm good with it and yo give my best to Danny.

Mike and I had a loving and sexy farewell the last night before the trip and then he was off on another adventure. I waved goodbye to him at the front door missing him already, but it isn't nearly as bad a feeling as the one I had after the dance that time when he moved back home. Then I wasn't sure how long he'd be away, or if he'd ever come back to me. This time I know he'll return and I know exactly when, but that's not to say I don't miss him. As the days dragged on it became like a living thing, the way I missed him, I mean. It's like an actual 'presence' in the house; Mike isn't here. I have trouble catching my breath sometimes. I talk to myself then, trying to talk myself into growing the fuck up, but it's a constant struggle not to mope around, and the biggest problem is missing our sex together. That's a real ache, a real desire, a real need. After having regular awesome sex with the person I love two or three times a day, then to cut it off cold turkey... well, it hurts. The boardwalk guys can't help me with that, but they helped me in a lot of other ways by just being there and taking my mind off Mike for a while. They don't know I'm in love with Mike, but they know how I idolized him and miss him, so they take a little pity on me and pay extra attention. Even Mac is nicer to me than usual.

Two days before Mike's expected return, Tiny Dick asked me to do a favor for him. No big thing; it's just that TD's relatives in Wildwood Crest bought a new refrigerator and Sears is delivering it between 1pm and 5pm tomorrow. Tiny Dick's aunt and uncle both work so they're paying Tiny twenty dollars to hang around their house tomorrow to let the delivery men in. TD wants me to keep him company. He says there's a swimming pool at the house so we can have a swim and he'll split the twenty dollars with me. It sounds like a sweet deal deal to me so I agree to do it while I'm wondering why he didn't asked Tony to keep him company. By the way, neither Tony nor I have mentioned that blowjob again, as far as I know it was a drunk one-time-only thing. Well, here comes Tiny Dick driving his mother's little VW convertible to pick me up for the ride to his aunts house, Cool car! We get to his Aunt's place early and a Sears van is already parked in the driveway. TD and I exchange looks, like, "What the fuck?" then get out and TD lets the men in and ten minutes later our job is done. As TD hands me a ten dollar bill, he goes, "Wow, we really had to work our balls off for this ten bucks, didn't we?" I wipe imaginary sweat from my forehead nodding my head and Tiny suggest we might as well go for a swim since we're here. The pool isn't huge, it's fifteen feet by thirty feet; deepest part is six feet, which is pretty much like the pool at Tiny's house. Not much chance I'll drown in either one. Both TD and me are already wearing bathing suits so it's a no-brainer. We leave our wallets, T-shirts, and sandals on a deck chair and do cannonballs into the pool. It's a bright sunny day, about ninety degrees, perfect summer weather for a swim. We swim leisurely for twenty minutes or so and then raid TD's aunts refrigerator for beers. After almost two years of forcing beer down to get high most of us guys has finally developed a mild taste for it. There are three cases of beer in the garage so we replace the cold beers from the refrigerator with ones from the garage; his aunt shouldn't be the wiser. We smoke, drink beer, and swim; it's fun and relaxing. After three beers each the conversation turns to Mike. My interest is peeked because of Tiny's early days hangin' with us when Mike was giving Tiny extra attention as the new kid on the block. Back then I was suspicious something was going on between those two. It petered out, but still I wonder, ya know?

Tiny Dick wants to know if Mike's done any of that wanking stuff to me when I was the new kid in the gang. "You know, Richie, like the stuff he did to me when I first started with the gang." I told Tiny that Mike gave me as much, and maybe even a little more, of the embarrassing attention than he'd given him. To make it seem as if Mike was more involved with me than he was with Tiny I embellished the things Mike did and it gets to the point where I tell Tiny something Mike did to me and Tiny, in a very friendly way, tells me something more outlandish that Mike did to him. We get into a little competition in that regard, although I'm sure we both know the other guy is mostly bullshitting, but still it is kinda erotic, kinda sexy talking about different ways Mike whacked us off or humiliated us by physically picking us up or incapacitating us in wrestling holds. Finally, at a lull in our conversation, TD says, "I kinda liked all that stuff Mike did to me. Did you like it when he did all that stuff you told me about, Richie?" I avoid that question, and ask one of my own, "What did you like more,Tiny, Mike's stuff or Tony sucking you off?" I shouldn't have been such a prick, but he was getting pushy with questions about Mike and I wanted to move the conversation in another direction. To my surprise Tiny Dick laughed out loud when I asked him. Then he continued our trend of asking another question instead of answering the first question, he asks, "Have you ever been sucked off, Richie ?" I say, "Well, ya know... that's real personal shit," and Tiny goes, "Well, yeah, but by saying what you just said kinda implies that you have been sucked off. Ya know?" We talked around in circles like that with me almost convincing myself that it's a good idea to ask him what he and Mike did on those motorbike rides, and what was the reason for the disagreement I witnessed between him and Mike; half convinced myself, the other half won and I never asked him, but it was close. I don't think I want to know the answers anyway. Tiny and I continued our conversation in a friendly manner, drinking beer and smoking, our feet dangling in the pool as we sit on the ledge. We're both smirking at each other as we avoid answering each others questions. It's borderline fun, but we're also getting a little bit drunk. "Let's get another beer and hop back in the pool," is Tiny's suggestion, and that's what we do.

The water's warm, but not as warm as the air, so it's refreshing. After a bit, in between swigs of beer, we start rough housing with each other. We're mostly wading around in the four foot deep end of the pool and the rough housing turns into wrestling. We swig from the can of beer, then put the cans on the pool ledge and try dunking each other which leads to the wet wrestling I mentioned. We both get in a lot of touching and hugging and it becomes pretend wrestle so we can enjoy the wet slippery body contact. He's thin, but strong and kind of sexy. One things for certain: he isn't shy about touching all parts of my body and as this type of thing tends to do, it escalated and gets a little rough. Tiny hurt me a few times with his elbows flying about; nothing serious and I didn't want to seem wimpy by complaining, and it made me aware that he isn't intimidated by my size advantage. Tiny's a good smiley kid, but he also has a confident manner about him, and now with the beers it's even more noticeable. He's getting more provocative with his touching and groping too, including grabbing a handful of my privates. Ge gets me from behind and gropes my dick; it feels good the way he's holding me around my waist with his face against my back and I'm getting this horny feeling which grows until I've got a boner pointing straight up in my bathing suit. Tiny's got a hand on it, laughing... then he lets go of my boner to hug us together with both arms around my belly and I feel Tiny Dick's boner too; it;s stubby and the head feels much larger than the shaft. He's short, but has a fabulous natural tight toned body that I'd be proud to have, and like I said, it feels good against my body. When he loosens his hold on me I slip out of his grasp and we waded over for a swig of beer. Looking down in the clear water I see Tiny Dick's cock sticking straight out from his crotch like a four inch spike. It pokes my thigh as he reaches to put his beer on the cement ledge around the pool. Bending my knees I dip down in the water and lean into Tiny so when I straightened up I've captured his spike between our bodies. It's pinned between my crotch and his belly, pointing up like mine; the bottom of my cock rubs against the top of his. TD giggles and slides both hands down my sides, off my hips, and around to slip inside the back of my swim trunks. He grabs a handful of my ass cheeks in each hand and squeezes hard; it hurts, but then he massaged the hurt out of each cheek roughly and does it all over again. I 'm captivated by this totally unexpected display of dominate behavior. Blowing out a long breath, I squirm against his hot little boner, my chest against his. Well, TD's four or five inches shorter than me so the top of his head is level with my nose and our chests don't line up exactly, but we're tight together just the same.

Looking at his face this close up I see his fair, blemish free skin in all it's glory. He has the same type of pale, clean complexion that Mike has, and that's a very sexy thing to me.

We look into each others eyes and it seems to me that Tiny sees something in mine that make him nod his head slightly, like confirming something to himself. I don't care if he knows I'm gay... I saw him getting sucked off so it's not like he's an innocent bystander where gay sex is concerned. He gives me a kind of smirking grin, then confidently says, "Just stand there a minute," and leans his mouth to the side of my neck to gentle suck and lick where my neck and shoulder meet causing me to shudder and blow snorts of air out my nose. I'm so horny it's sick, so what's the harm? He uses his lips and tongue at first, but then I feel his teeth too as he gives me little quick bites that hurt, and then fade away. Chills run down my back and I'm squirming against him as sensations buzz around my body. He's holding us together with handfuls of my ass cheeks pressing me against him. Then, letting go of one ass cheek he rubs across my anus, then the tip of his finger is pushed inside me letting pool water enter with the finger. It's feeling a little wet back there as I go up on my toes a little, then he pushes in his finger two knuckles deep, and I'm like, "Um, ah... don't Tiny!" but he doesn't stop pushing until it's in all the way with me up on my toes as far as I can go. I'm scrunching my face tightly as a moan slips out of my mouth. Tiny begins finger fucking me and it feels okay. I'm content to go along with this 'cause I'm horny and don't have the willpower to resist. My hands have been holding TD around his neck loosely and now I let them slide down his back hugging us together even tighter. I'm excited by Tiny's fantastic, slippery, slim body. He stops the hickey building to lift his head and stare into his eyes again and a second later, without thinking about it, I lean my head down and our lips meet as naturally as if we did this every day. Our tongues lap together, breathing becomes difficult. Tiny Dick is not frantic with his kissing; he's methodical and seems to know exactly what he wants and how to get it. He also knows how to get another gay boy excited with tongue to tongue action and groping my crotch. It's hard for me to catch my breath, Tiny's certainly not Mike, but he's a boy and my true gay nature is in full bloom now. Mike showed me I'm gay and now I want the boy to boy contact and miss it with Mike. With one hand groping my cock and balls, the other one cups the back of my head holding it in place. My dick gets that buzzing feeling which indicates pre cum, but it's leaking into my pool-water-soaked swimsuit so who can tell. All of a sudden everything about this kid is yummy to me, some boys just have a natural magic about them; Mike certainly does although Ronny doesn't, and I don't think I do, but Tucker Dwight

has it big time... that's the limit of my experience so far. In the warm water of the pool all my sexually stimulated sensations seem different then I'm used to; they seem brand new. Tiny and I kiss and rub the sides of our faces against, both of us moaning softly while inhaling each other's odor that's just barely detectable above the distinctive smell of chlorine.

It's eerie and hypnotic the way Tiny confidently moves from one thing to the next without hesitation or self doubt. At one point I let out a long exhale, not even realizing I'd been holding my breath. TD whispers, in a spooky way, for me to let go of him for a second and when I do he once again slips a hand inside the back of my swimsuit and pushes a finger up my hole, I go, "Ahh ohh!"

Tiny quietly says, "Easy, Richie... a little more," and the rest of his middle finger disappears up my ass, his other fingers cup my buttocks and using the finger up my hole he gets me to turn around and then, with my back to him, he hugs me with his left arm down around my stomach and pulls my ass tight against his belly which pushes the finger slightly further up my ass. I put my head back on Tiny's should and enjoy being captured by him. Tiny slowly twirls his finger in my hole and more of the pool water laps up my widened hole. From the sorta spooky whisper he used at first, Tiny changes to an authoritarian voice, saying, "I'm getting out of my swim trucks; you just stay put!" For some odd reason I like the way he sounded just then and I stood totally still. Sure, I know it's outrageous of him to handle my body the way he does, and the same for the way he order me around, but it excites me. It makes me smile to myself and want to play along with him... it's fun if you have the proper attitude for it. Tiny throws his trunks up on the pool deck and roughly pulls my suit down just below my buttocks. Using his new 'macho' voice he orders me, "Bend your knees,"which I do, but he's got his finger up my ass again and he's using it as a hook, pulling down on my anus, commanding, "More, squat down a little more." I'm such an idiot 'cause it just now occurs to me, duh, that he's going to fuck me... well, what did I think he was getting me ready for? I can be so dense, double duh! I'm squatting down to his level 'cause that finger up my ass is hooked in a way I can't easily pull off of, and it hurts my ass if I resist. I hear, "That's good! Stay just like that...." Tiny's really got that bossy voice going for him now and it's having an affect on me; I can feel my dick getting real hard and since it's been almost ten days since my cock's felt this tight, this sexy, this good, I'm willing to go along with Tiny's game even if it means getting fucked. He takes his finger out now, so if I wanted to, I could easily walk away but I don't. I'm in some kind of sexy trance and Tiny's playing his part so perfectly, I'm lovin' it. I'll regret it later I guess, but I need something like this right now. His little boner is against my hole as he says, "Lean forward some more!" When I do he holds around my waist with both arms and pushes his entire four inch boner into me. It hurt some, but not nearly as much as Mike hurts me when he does the same thing. The pool water helped with the entry and the warm water all around us adds to the uniqueness of the situation; it all adds up to sort of dreamy floating feeling with that great sense of being fully plugged up; having a boy's cock up my ass is definitely alright with me.

Sure, I stupidly was late coming to the conclusion that Tiny intended fucking me; he didn't ask me about it, he didn't tell me about it... he just did it. He did it 'cause he wanted to, and 'cause he could. So, yeah, initially it surprised the hell out of me that little TD with his little pecker is fucking me. That being said, I'm enjoying this totally unexpected adventure. The very unexpectedness of it, Tiny's bossiness, the audacity of his actions: it all combines to satisfy a need I wasn't even able to articulate, it's just right for my frame of mind right now... it's hot and it feels good. Plus, Mike's not the only one who can rationalize; how 'bout this: like Mike says, all we're doing, Tiny and me, is experimenting in adolescent boyfriend buddy-sex. Right? Plus, from what TD inferred, Mike has already done some experimenting along these lines with Tiny Dick some months ago. Here's the interesting thing about the small penis up my ass right now: like Ronny's, it feels real good, but would feel better if longer. That's one thing, but another has to do with the bulb on the end of TD's boner, it's much larger around than the shaft of his boner, and as he pushes it in and pulls almost out, the sensation all along my tunnel is different from the feel of Mike's cock, or little Ronny's too. Tiny's feels fabulous in a different way and it has to do with the fat bulbous head of his cock. I didn't see that at the party 'cause it was being sucked on by Tony at the time. Tiny's firm swollen cock head is a good size, maybe the perfect size to routinely stimulate my prostrate glans and I'm soon pushing back on his thrusts and everything is really feeling sooooo good! Okay, like I said, it would feel just a bit better if it were a little longer, but that's just being greedy because this is very hot! I mumble, "Oh yeah, do it, Tiny!" He says nothing and instead gets a small piece of skin of my ass cheek between his thumb and index finger and pinches that small bit of flesh hard. I scream out in pain; TD holds onto that little piece of my ass, and calmly says, "Don't push back on my cock, Richie... I'm doing you and I don't need any help! You are to remain very still, when I want you to move or change position I'll tell you. Got it?" I can't believe how much that pinch hurt. His change of attitude and rough treatment confused me, but I mumbled, "Yeah, okay... but don't do that pinching thing again," and of course he pinches it even harder this time and I cry out in pain again, this time losing control of my bladder and pee flows from my now limp cock. It felt kinds good to just let it go into the pool water. Tiny's the bully now, he confidently, and smoothly, says, "Richie, don't be telling me what to do and, in fact, don't say anything or I'll pinch you harder. Can ya do that for me: just be quiet while I fuck you?" Oh man, this is like that prick Tom Brown all over again. Mike's told me there's something about me that brings out the predators, that I'm too nice which makes be vulnerable. He says I need to toughen up and that's one of the reasons he has me lifting weights with him, and doing all that boring jogging. It looks like this nice experience, up to now, has turned a little bit ugly and there's no reason it had to, but it did because Tiny Dick is an asshole at heart. Ya know, I saw something in him when I first met him, something in his personality that seemed fake, something he was hiding under that smiling facade and now I find out... he's a bully at heart, a dominant predator. God dammit! I'm pissed now, but I'd rather not suffer another pinch, so I mumble, "Yeah, okay."

Needless to say, all the fun has gone out of this for me, but this isn't about me anyway. It's about a dominant sex partner, in this case Tiny, getting what he wants, and in this case he wants me. He wants to fuck me and he wants me acting submissive while he does me. I gotta do something to avoid this in the future, but it would be too humiliating to tell Mike about, and I don't really know what I should do. For now I need to take it one step at a time, this could get dicey if Tiny has some sort of secret relationship with Mike, or more likely, had one in the past. Just like the Tom Brown screw-up, I don't want Mike knowing about this one either so I don't wanna piss off Tiny. Anyway, by now I showing a docile posture, totally under Tiny's control, and he's established a steady rhythm of humping my hole; nothing special or unique, but it's apparently exactly how he wants to do it. He sounds excited with his grunting and sighing and muttering, "Yeah, good. Ya got a good boy cunt for fucking, I gotta give it to ya." His 'cunt' remark is out of line, but Mike's uses it once in a while too and he called Ronny and me "girls" a few times while he was fucking us so Tiny's remark doesn't bother me that much, and as a matter of fact, everything's beginning to feel good again. If I forget about the bully part of this, it's pretty damn good... Tiny's fucking me in an incredibly hot manner; my cock is getting hard and feeling good once again too. Being dominated by Tiny Dick is a shocking development, there's no way around it, it's shockingly unexpected, but I can't lie to myself, overall he's got me turned-on and hot. It's also taking a lot of self control for me to not

push back at his thrusts. He's again got me sexually excited and I want him to go faster and harder. I grunt out, "Fuck me, Tiny... do it!" I'm hooked on this now, and I desperately want to climax. My cock starts twitching so I reach down to wank it but TD grabs my wrist, and yells, "No! I told you not to move," and he immediately gets another little piece of flesh between his index finger and thumb to give a pinch, I go, "Sorry! No, don't, Tiny! I won't move!" Oh boy do I need to cum, but not bad enough to suffer another pinch like the earlier one. This last one hurt, but it was just a reminder of that really bad one. I keep asking myself: how can a little piece of flesh hurt so much?

Tiny keeps my ass tight against his crotch with that arm of his around my belly, and when he's not pinching me he has a free hand to cup my balls and squeeze them from time to time; I only wish he'd stroke by throbbing cock. Sensation-wise, Tiny's had me all over the spectrum from screaming pain to feeling like I really need to cum, he's controlling pain as well as this current sexually erotic place of pleasure. And, like the Tom Brown thing, the pleasure parts overwhelms the pain part, it's not even close. Now Tiny's breathing heavily and that's even turning me on, it's awesome to be fucked even like this. The water all around us is in constant motion as Tiny pumps my ass and gets both our bodies moving in the process. Then the feeling of climax is on me, and after not having it to this degree for almost ten days, I'm wicked excited about it as I squeak out, "I'm going to cum, Tiny!" To shock me further, to totally take me by surprise again, Tiny shouts, " No!" It's the last thing I expected, I thought he's be happy that his big bad dominant self had made wimpy me cum. Tiny pushes his cock up inside me and leave it there. Then, in a conversational manner, he explains, "You find a way to hold off until I give you permission to cum, Richie. I call the shots here and it's simple, you don't cum until I say so. Got it?" Well, he's stopped fucking me, so that, plus his unexpected response to my impending orgasm has managed to eliminate the feeling of impending climax anyway. I mutter, "I'll try, Tiny." But the more I cooperate with him, the further he takes things. He squeezes my nuts until I'm seeing red dots in my vision, I go, "No, please, Tiny!" and he actually chuckles, then goes, " Okay, you're gonna hold off spunking till you get permission, good! Another thing, you're gonna need to tighten your fucking pussy ring too ......yeah, and one more thing while we're at it, you call be "Tucker". Whenever I'm fucking you, you call me by my real name. Got it?" He's back to getting a small piece of my ass skin between his finger and thumb ready to pinch if I disobeyed. In a menacing way, he says, "Now, quietly tell me you understand, then keep your mouth shut. I'll tell ya when you can cum." I take a big breath, really hating this again, then quietly say, "Okay, Tucker," then realize he'd just said, "Whenever I'm fucking you..." like he thinks he'll be doing it many times in the future. What the fuck? Tom thought I'd enjoy his spanking too. He couldn't believe I didn't and now this little prick, Tiny Dick, thinks I'll be asking him to fuck me over and over. I definitely gotta change my approach to life. I'm projecting misinformation that these dominant assholes mistakenly pick up on and think I want what they want, or what they got. Only one of them is right about that.

Constantly flexing or tightening my sphincter muscle is not as easy as it sounds. Soon my buttocks feels like it's about to cramp up on me. Tucker's pleased with me because I've acknowledged his every order; this frees him up to fuck me hot and heavy again. He says, "That's my boy, Richie, hold off your orgasm and keep your pussy ring tight! Try to tighten it a little more." As I try to tighten that ring even more, he reaches around and fondles my pubes this time, as I look down through the clear water I see my pubes floating around my now aching boner. No matter how pissed-off at Tiny I am, my cock has a mind of it's own; it likes me getting fucked and is reacting to what amounts to an awesome fuck. Each time I'm just about to climax Tiny does something to bring me down again, then he fucks me awesomely for a while and I'm right next to another climax and he'll do something else to bring me down... it's infuriating! He's not doing it with me in mind, it's merely a coincidence that this action has my climax building bigger, Tiny's all about his own pleasure. I'm biting my lip and trying not to cum and if Tiny doesn't do anything to ruin it, I know my orgasm's only a minute or so away. Then, unexpectedly, Tucker wraps his fist around my boner and strokes it fast, full length strokes from root to head and almost immediately cum flies out as I squeal embarrassingly, then yell out, "Oh my God! ....... AHH Ahhh OHHH God!" as Tiny milks my balls dry. There's spit all around my mouth from when I squealed and now it's running down my chin. My entire body's tingling and the hot erotic feelings in my ass and all around my groin has me moaning at the pleasure and leaning back against Tiny rubbing my back against his chest, my head back so that the sides of our faces are pressed together. He casually wipes his cummy hand under my balls, on my belly, and in my pubes, whispering in his spooky sexy voice again, "You're delicious, Richie. I can do you better than Sullivan ever dreamed of doing you, and I can say that from personal experience." I feel like I'm floating in the water enjoying the continuing pleasure sensations as I'm almost lying on Tiny, completely docile and weak. He'd taken me to the brink of climax three or four times and when my climax was built-up to a ridiculous strength Tiny brought on the explosion by stroking my boner; the same boner that begged to be stroked five minutes earlier and was more than ready to fire out a long stream of spunk, and it surely did that... three good shots of my creamy teen cum splattered the pool water, and each one had felt so good it's impossible to describe. I heard what he said about Mike, but I don't care about that, I don't care what Tiny thinks... Tiny could never replace Mike, it's not even close! Oh sure, this was an awesome climax, but it didn't happen with Mike and therefore it'll always be inferior to one I have with him, but it was still awesome... I'm just saying. Hey, maybe everyone doesn't get to experience climaxes to the degree I do, if not, that's a shame.

Tiny asks, "Did ya like that, baby?" It does feel nice just lying against this taut, small, but hot body of Tiny's, and being dominated by him too, I guess. It's just for twenty minutes, and it's mostly pleasure so what's the harm. I ask, sorta sarcastically, "Um, is it okay if I speak, Tucker?" He murmurs, "Good boy for asking," and he licks my ear, going, "Mmmmm, you're so yummy I could eat you with a spoon. We're gonna have a hot summer together in my pool. It's very secluded." I go, "Ah, well... about today; yes, it felt good but I really, really didn't like you pinching me." He immediately gets that piece of skin, and I go, "Sorry! Sorry for mentioning that. Yes, you fucked me really good and I had a hot orgasm." The floating sensation and all the good feelings I had just a minute ago have vanished and now I don't even want to be touching Tiny. He's still amorous though and he kisses me, then says, "You gotta learn to be respectful to me, Richie. I'll teach you how to behave and all... well, it sorta like you behave around Mike, only more so. Okay?" Now I'm getting tired of this shit, I mutter, "Sure," and Tiny says, "Good! Now, lean forward," I lean a little, and he says, "No, all the way... bend at the waist and get your face in the water. I'm gonna fuck you like that till I cum. Hold your breath." Oh brother, what a jerk, but I do it, and he starts pounding my ass. It's a weird feeling being under water getting fucked. He'd been ready to blow before this last sequence and it came quickly. I knew immediately when he shot his load into me too. It was after a dozen quick humps when I felt how his thrust were slipping in and out ridiculously easily with the load of cum he shot into men.

When he climaxed he'd also let out a long whistling sound I could even hear a little of under water. Then my head comes out of the water and I'm gulping oxygen as Tiny's wildly humping my ass making wheezy sounds, his eyes shut tightly, his fingers digging into my hips.

Slowing down his thrusting he reaches his arms around me pulling me upright, breathing hard, and between deep breaths, he mutters, "Squat down in the proper position," I roll my eyes and bend my knees so we're the same height and Tiny does six or eight fast, hard nipping bites at the same spot where my neck joins my shoulder, just like he'd done earlier. It happened fast and at least one of the bites broke the skin because drops of blood drool down onto my left nipple.

All the bites hurt, but still I got chills all over my body when he did it. I'm thinking, "What the fuck? Is he a vampire, fer chrissakes?" His tongue and lips are now sucking and licking the spot and my whole body shudders involuntarily as we stand here in the warm water. Talk about weird! Neither of us says anything as a delayed electric buzzing flies all around my stomach and crotch and legs. I stand here getting a major hickey, and stare stupidly at Tiny's and my cum floating on the surface, floating away from us slowly to finally stick up against the pool wall. He sucks on my neck getting the hickey just right, then stops to admire his work, and says, "Richie, that was hot; just as hot as I thought it'd be. What'd you think?" I go, "I'm bleeding." Tucker, Tiny, or whatever I'm suppose to call him ignores that comment and precedes to tell me what's going to happen next. "Okay, I'm going to stay inside you until I get hard again which won't take too long. Then I'm going to give you another rough fucking, but for now you're going to take little slide steps over to the wall near that 'three foot deep' sign where you'll get a firm grip on the ledge." More eye rolling from me, but he doesn't see it because I'm facing away from him. of course. By now it feels natural, as in normal, having Tiny's cock up my ass, and I'm not gonna lie and say it don't feel good because it does. We start doing little side steps with him holding me around the belly, now with both arms. He going, "That's it! Easy now, I don't want my cock slipping out of you." He chuckles, and adds, " I'd have to pinch you again if that happens." Hearing that I slowed down and took shorter slide steps. It was only about six feet to the side of the pool.

When we successfully manage that, he's like, "Okay, good. Hold onto the ledge now and bend over. I want to do you in that 'doggy style' we did earlier, but even more so this time." I could feel his cock boning up hard again inside... that didn't take long. It's impressive actually and I'm starting to really like the almost hypnotized state I feel I'm in. It's my natural submissiveness that allows me to slip into this kind of dreamy trance, particularly when everything feels good. Not with that fucking pinching shit! My cock is firming up as Tucker rubs my body with both hands, first my nipples and then down my chest to my belly and finally my pubic area and my balls and my hardening cock. "I'm crazy about your body, Richie; tall and thin. Move your feet back towards me some more. " I do, but it's like I'm getting my feet so far back from the wall I'm holding onto I'll be floating. Tiny's like, "Little more, little more. Yes, just like that. That's perfect, but you'll need a firm hold on the ledge."

This isn't comfortable for me because, just like I said, I'd be floating if Tiny and his boner weren't anchoring me to the floor. In other words, Tiny has me in a position where I'm completely helpless. What the fuck, he's always one step ahead of me. Tucker has me spread my feet wide apart and they're so far away from the wall I need to use mostly my toes and fingers to hold me out of the water. Like I said, Tucker has all the leverage and power. When he's satisfied I'm more or less at his mercy he takes one of my nuts in his hands and begins exerting pressure. He's standing inside my spread legs with his boning cock up inside me doing short little humps that takes my mind off him squeezing my nuts. His random deep pumps up my hole makes his boner grow larger inside me. At first the pressure on my nuts from his squeezes is just uncomfortable, but soon it gets to be painful. "Try not to make make a sound, Richie. We'll see if you can learn to take a little punishment pain. Okay?" and he squeezes harder, making me grunt quietly and wonder: what hurts worse, the squeezed nuts or the pinch? After a bit, he goes, "Good boy! That's very good. Now, stay quiet with this too!" and he gives one last hard squeeze making me pee the rest of the beer from my bladder into the pool, and I did it right through my semi-hard penis. I let out a yelp too, but Tiny let it slide. The head of my cock burned from the pee stream, or the chlorine, or something. I take a deep breath, but don't say anything and feel proud of myself that I can take a little pain... not that I like it, don't get me wrong, but I can take it... I'm no pussy. "Very good boy, Richie!" was all Tucker had to say, and now I actually feel a little bit proud of getting the compliment.

Everything is going Tiny's way; he's being very dominant but not real cruel, so it's tolerable and it's also kind of interesting to find out stuff about myself, but believe me, this is a one-time thing... one, and done! Feeling his oats, little Tiny Napoleon here has a cock as hard as a steel rod; he's satisfied about how everything he wants is going his way, and with me barely keeping myself from drowning, he begins fucking my ass again. He's dipping down with his hips and driving his cock up and then sideways into me. It's all I can do to keep my hold on the pool ledge. This is not the slow rhythm of the first fuck, but rather a rough physical fuck. He's squeezing my ass cheeks painfully with both fists during the entire fuck. I'm moaning and squirming, barely under control. Tucker's entire act has me aroused, to be honest, and after a while I feel the unmistakable need to cum again. It's so difficult keeping the spunk in my balls, but I'm trying my best because I'd rather get another compliment from Tucker than another pinch, so I'm aching with the effort to hold back my spunk. Just when I thought I'd burst, he reached around to again grab my boner and mercifully wanks me off. I shoot off a second creamy spunk load, something only a fifteen or sixteen year old could manage this soon after spunking; well, maybe a seventeen year old can manage it too seeing that I just turned seventeen. It felt good, I know that much! This was one of the rare times I can remember shooting out as much spunk in a follow-up climax as I'd shot during the first one. As I'm grunting and squealing while shooting my load, Tucker reached around under my belly and helps support me with his arms. If he hadn't done that I'd have fallen face down in the water. He lets me adust my feet a tiny bit closer to the wall, then closer until my feet were almost flat on the pool bottom. All during my climax he was holding me tight, saying "Good boy, good boy, good boy" in this soothing voice like I was his child and I'd just thrown up some bad food or something. Crazy as it seems, I did feel kinda like a little kid and I was grateful to Tucker for keeping me from losing my grip on the ledge. In my limited experience, dominant boys can make me feel little and childish and needy; that's not good and I must do something to change. I need to change in a way that won't diminish the extra sexual charge I get outta being submissive. Tiny asks, "You okay now, Richie?" I feel physically beat, but I nod my head that I'm okay and Tucker takes his arms from around my belly, and holding onto my hips, humps my ass for a good three minutes at a blistering pace. "This feels awesome", he mumbles to himself. Then, to me, he says, "Let me feel you tighten that pussy ring again," and without hesitating I clenched my ass muscles as hard as I can. Tucker pumps me a couple of times, and goes, "You can do better than that, don't make me go back to the pinching. Now tighten up!" Tucker's still the hard-ass dominant sex partner, but I like it that way so I use every ounce of strength I have tightening my hole. Tucker tried a few pumps, and goes, "Good! Keep it tight!"

as he rubs his hands up and down my sides, constantly fucking me and mumbling, "Tighter, get your cunt tighter!" My face is scrunched-up with the effort of squeezing my sphincter closed. Sweat covers my face as he rubs up and down my sides, then down my back all the time telling me, using a soothing voice now,

"Keep it tight!" I can feel the bulb, the head of his cock, expanding inside me as his total control over me appears to aroused him more and more. Out of breath, he mutters, "Here we go!" and he leans down on my back, wraps his arms around my belly again and fucks me faster and harder than I'd have thought possible. My tightened ring prevents the swollen tulip shaped head of his cock from slipping out of my hole, he ram-rods in and out hitting my ring with force each time. His fat cock head is all over my prostate and the lightening speed of his penetrations has me grunting, and moaning, and drooling, and seeing stars, and a drop of spunk rolls around in my balls. Tucker's grunting and groaning with his efforts until finally he makes a girlish squealing sound and I actually feel his first cum stream explode inside me in my rectum. The lubricating effect of his sperm now allows his cock head to slip out of my hole right past the tight ring, but he's driving it right back in along with some pool water. This goes on for about a minute after he'd shot his load.

Then, like a big old locomotive slowly but surely coming into the station, Tiny comes to a full stop. I can feel his heart pounding against my back and I notice my own heart thundering against my chest. I have myself another boner, but I'm short on spunk at the moment. He pulls out of me and pool water pours up my distended hole and cleaned out some of the cum. My urine and both our spunk shots mixed in with the chlorine water and then some of the cum floated to the top. Everything is quiet and calm now... the sun is bright and a small breeze has picked up. Once again it's a normal day in a normal world, although it didn't seem that way not too long ago. Tucker helps me straighten up, then he turns me around, and says with a grunt, "Jesus H Christ, my cock is wicked sensitive. What a friggin workout, huh?" Tucker's talking with a laugh in his voice. I think to myself, "Your cock is sensitive? How 'bout my asshole?!" Actually, now that I think about it, it really is sore; as sore as Mike's ever made it. I'm not going to say anything though; not until Tucker indicates we're done, or when he's in no position to do that pinch. But, wait a minute, this Tucker looks like regular, good old Tiny Dick. No more of the dominant arrogant expressions, he has his normal "Don't be mad at me" smile on. I shake my head, coming back to reality, and say, "Your tiny dick is sore? Are you shitting me? I couldn't even feel it inside me." He laughs and called me an asshole as we pull up our bathing suits and then pull ourselves up onto the side of the pool. The day seems like any other now and as I warm myself in the sun. Tiny's off getting us a couple of towels to dry off with. This is so surreal, like all that dominant sex stuff never happened.

Dried and feeling oddly relaxed and satisfied I take a pull on my beer; ugh, it's warm! Ya know, this whole incident reminds me so much of the Tom Brown affair, not what took place, that was quite different; the similarities are with the way I ultimately accepted my submissive role and did what they wanted me to do. Both Tom and Tiny never had a doubt they'd get me to comply to their wishes... well, I'nm guessing that's the case 'cause it didn't seem to me they were concerned I'd object, and that tells me I'm projecting my submissiveness somehow. Is being a friendly, or being a nice kid projecting submissiveness? That don't make any fucking sense! So what is it then? I'd feel like a dweeb asking Tiny, so I don't and instead try keeping things light, like... it's no big thing, just some crazy teen buddy sex between a couple of horn jobs. Lighting cigarettes, Tiny and I quickly agree that today is going to be our secret. Tiny casually asks how many experiences like this I've had and I tell him, "Zero." He persists by telling me he didn't mean how many times I been fucked in a swimming pool, how many times have I been fucked in any fashion. I go, Hey, Tin... I mean, Tucker, let me plea the fifth on that one. Like I said before, I don't kiss and tell." He reaches over and brazenly grabs my crotch, and says, "Well, that tells me everything I need to know anyway, doesn't it?" I push his hand away and say, "It don't tell ya anything, actually. Ya wanna tell me about your sexual exploits?" He goes, "No!" and so we don't know any more about each other than we knew before today, except we know what we've done together this afternoon.

It's still early in the afternoon but I'm thinking we both probably want to get away and think about what's happened today, and what it means, if anything. At least that's what I thought until Tiny says, "Listen, Richie, it's too easy to just pretend this never happened, and not talk about it. Let's not do that. I'd like to think I did you up in a fashion that might get you wanting more, and that we can carry what I've started forward with some even sexier fun in the future; it'll be our secret of course. We've had a good start, don't ya think?" He's being earnest and sincere, which is normal for him anyway, like he wants approval. There's a side of him that at times isn't attractive though, although it is sexy to me, and... oh, I don't fucking know what to think! It's a bitch being a teenager who's confused about sex. Am I wrong to accept Tiny's dominance? Wrong even if I kind of like it? Maybe I'm a sucker like Mike thinks I am, but he does the dominant act on me too. Of course, it's probably what attracted me to him in the first place. Dammit! Mike can't find out about this... no way. That's number one! Oh yeah, Tiny's been waiting to see what I have to say while I've been thinking about all this. He's impatient, but doesn't loose his cool; he puts an arm around my waist, and says, "Yeah, you want some more, dont ya? I can tell you do but you're too shy to ask me for it. Don't worry, I'm gonna do you up right, Richie... you'll see.

I want you to call me 'Tucker" though. That's the first thing I'm insisting you do. Okay?" and he squeezes me around the waist, pulling me against him. I swallow hard, and mutter, "I don't know, Tucker... I'm confused, aren't you?" Fuck! I feel like a geek now; responding to him like a superior or something. He shakes his head, mumbling, "Confused? About what?" I'm looking sorta down into his face, and there's no doubt about it, this experience we just shared in the pool has changed how I look at Tiny. I'm thinking that, even though he seems to be just like his old self, he now has an "attitude" about him that may have been there before, but I never noticed it... and he looks hot to me, real sexy and dominant. Now I'm looking at his mouth and want to taste him again, and I want to feel his sexy body again, and listen to his bossy voice again, and sure... all the rest of it too. How the hell do things things work? I mean, how does one all of a sudden thing someone's hot? Hows that work? I'm feeling a real attraction to him now when I never did before, especially attracted to that dominate side of him! I've always thought of him as being small, and almost shy, and all, but not now. Just think, I was so easily dominated by him, it's ridiculous, and he didn't even seem be trying that hard! Plus, the number that little fucker did on my ass hole is impressive; especially with his tiny dick. Holy shit, I hope I can walk okay. I do a pretend bowlegged couple of steps as Tiny chuckles, then asks, "Are you gonna answer me, or what?" I go, "Sure, I'll answer. Here it is: I don't know right now."

A vision of Mike popped into my head just then and it scared me for a second; the thought of Mike being mad at me, or worse, disappointed in me is upsetting. So, as much as I might enjoy going another round with Tiny it might be the one thing that jeopardizes my relationship with Mike, and that's too high a price to pay. On the other hand, no reason I should be rude about it and just blow Tiny off. I mean, he fucked me good, and I don't want him pissed-off at me and telling tales to Mike, so I be diplomatic about saying, "no thanks". I've made the right decision and I need to stick by it. Tiny looked hurt when he asked, "Really, Richie? Ya really don't know if you'd want to go again with me?" I need to stick to my guns, and I have every intention to do just that, except I said, "Yo, Tucker, I'm just messin' with ya. It was awesome, dude, and I'll do it with you again." He looks bright eyed then, and excited,so I get carried away, and add, "You rock and I like the way you take charge of me too... that's hot!. It gets me springing boners, and you wore out my ass too, man. No offense, but I never expected this wild side of you; ya took me by surprise there." Jeez, I really did get carried away with my response, but his big smile got to me... what the fuck, he's a good kid. I've put on a big smile to match his, thinking, Jeez, it's hard to believe little quiet Tiny can totally dominate me like he did!"

And, yes, I know that what came out of my mouth wasn't in line at all with what I'd just been thinking before opening my mouth, but that's what came out because I was thinking with my dick again, or maybe it's what my subconscious mind wanted me to say. Anyway, I said it, and as soon as I did Tiny turns from the sweet kid to the one with the arrogant smirk on his face again so I get the opposite reaction from him than the one I expected. He goes, "Stand over here, for me, Richie. Right in front of me." I make a face, like "Sure! Get serious!" but he snaps out, "I'm not fucking around with this, get over here!" Just like that, I get the most amazingly sexy tingle in my cock, so, with a smirk on my face, trying to be cool about it, I stand at attention in front of my little Napoleon friend. I'm still wearing only my swim trunks, and now a slight stiffly is poking out the front of them. Tiny casually rubs my buzz cut head and then squeezes my nose. This is getting weird, but it gets weirder when he

pushes his finger against my lips, quietly saying, "Come on, Richie. Work with me here... open your mouth," and when, in a trance again, I do, he puts a finger in my mouth, "Suck on my finger, Richie," in a state of disbelief I suck it a little. Honest to God, I've never been in a trance like this before; the unbelievable gaul of Tiny puts even Tom Brown to shame. My dick is now sticking almost straight out from my belly as I continue sucking on his finger, then he hooks his thumb in my mouth and I suck that. I'd have bet a million dollars before doing this that I'd never do it for anyone... anyone except Mike. Tiny takes his hand away and flips my top lip up and, standing on his toes, licks across my front teeth. Obviously he's doing these things to more or less prove to me he can, but why am I letting him? I'm letting him because I'm fascinated at my own submissiveness; I never realized before how awesome it feels to let this happen. Of course, why would I? I mean, how many boys, susceptible to submissiveness, run into boys like Tom Brown or Tucker Dwight? With a confused frown on my face, I stand still for Tiny and let him do what he wants, which only encourages him to be more bizarre. I'm noticing that there's a dizziness that goes with my trance-like state, as Tiny says, "This is an example of little inspections I'll be giving you before the next time I fuck you. It's my way of reminding you that you're submissive to my wishes... I know it turns you on and is sorta like foreplay for both of us. You're doing really good so far, by the way." What can I say to that? I just smile and wonder how far he'll go, as somewhere in the back of my mind I know there isn't going to be a next time.

You know, in a way I'm glad he pushed the dominant thing too far. It's a wake-up call for me and my resolve is building to never play Tiny's game again. It's interesting as hell and I enjoy playing this role but it's too dangerous and could lead to trouble from Mike. No way can I let that happen. For now though, I'll play it out with Tiny so we can leave on good terms. I think Tiny's making this shit up as he goes. As I stand before him, looking at his smug expression, he squeezes my nipples, and then tells me to put my hands over my head, which I do. Looking closely at my armpits he pulls at the little bit of hair I have there, and it's getting to be so stupid my boner's gone down and I almost burst out with a laugh. Running out of ideas, Tiny pokes at my belly button and then puts his face against my belly and licks and sucks it. That's a new one, but it's not particularly sexy. He's groping himself now, then says, "Good inspection. You can put your arms down now. You have hardly any hair on your body, ya know that?" The spell was broken a little bit ago, no more trance for me, I say, "Of course I know that." I'm missing the sexy feeling Tiny put on me before he took things into silly territory, and it's almost a relief. Tiny says, sincerely, "You make a great 'submissive' for sex games! Wow, this was fun and I can't wait for next time. By the way, Richie, you ever do much rimming?" I go, "What?" He laughs and tells me thats one of the things I'll be doing next time. I'm thinking, "Sure I will!" hell, I haven't even done that properly with Mike, and Tiny thinks I'll do it for him? Right! We get our T shirt and sandals back on, light up cigarettes and I try to decide if I should tell Tiny he took it too far. Fuck that! He's a little too kooky for me and I don't know what his reaction might be. What I need is for Mike to get back here and take care of my horniness. He's been gone for too long and I'm getting dangerously stupid 'cause my dick's taking over my brain. After our smokes, Tiny drove me home; I can sit, but hole is sore. All during the ride Tiny's acting like his old nice self except he spent the entire time critiquing my performance telling me where he expects improvement next time. That sealed it for me... no fucking way am I getting mixed up with Tiny Dick again.

Nothing special happened on the boards that night. Tony and Tiny Dick were the same as always, no special looks between them and no unusual looks from Tiny; no bossing me around or anything like that either. I did get a boner one time from looking at Tiny and thinking about what the two of us had gone through this afternoon. As he told me to, I called him "Tucker" a couple of times and no one commented on it one way or the other so, when I think of it, I'll do that much for him anyway. After this afternoon it's hard not to wonder if Tony was submissive to Tiny Dick, like I'd been, or if it was the other way around. Witnessing Tiny Dick's act earlier today first hand, I can't imagine him being anything but dominate. Of course, maybe they didn't play any games at all; like I said, it's rare that just the right kind of submissive boy runs into just the right kind of dominant one. The more I think about it, Tucker and I weren't as close to being the right one for each other as I initially thought.

I'm missing Mike... wonder if he's getting something on the side like I did with Tiny? He could if he wanted to, I've no doubts about that. Before sleep that night I'm like, "Why couldn't that numbnuts Tucker stop before he had me sucking his fingers? Maybe we could have experimented some more together. I mean, it's what Mike says we're doing together anyway, and also when we had the three-ways with Ronny, so why not Tucker and me? Just before sleep I said out loud, "Because you're not a slut, Richie, and because it's Mike you need to be concerned about, and be loyal to; it's nothing to do with Tiny, forget him... that's why! I let myself off the hook a little by using the "I just turned seventeen; I've a lot to learn!" excuse.

to be continued....

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