Chapter Three
The senior class trip to Philadelphia that I turned into my trip to the University Of Pennsylvania campus is the closest thing to a miracle I'd experienced. For the first time since my best friend Tyler's death, I believed my life had a chance to be a happy one and maybe even a great one. Everything went my way, and I can't think of another experience in my life that I could say about. My life hadn't been good for a long time. Sadness over Tyler's death was always prominent in the back of my head, but that finally took a backseat to the sexual explosion that Cristobal Juarez was.
He changed my life, and during the bus ride back home, I got an achingly hard boner thinking about Cristobal. Thinking about the two of us. Two nineteen-year-old gays are doing exceptionally exciting things together. I never would have believed it if it hadn't happened to me.
About twenty minutes into the bus ride home, the girl sitting across the aisle from me looked over and asked if I was alright. Realizing that I'd moaned out loud thinking about the night Cristobal and I had sex together. Blushing wildly, I tried to smile at her, reassuring her I was fine. After that, I think she was flirting with me a little, overly concerned, asking about my sprained ankle and saying she liked my T-shirt and stuff like that.
Shrugging, I didn't respond and a minute or two later, she gave up on me and went back to talking with her girlfriend. I had better things to think about. I thought about Cristobal all the way home and a whole lot more once I got home too. What a fabulous trip, except for my sprained ankle, which is a huge pain in the ass. It hurt like hell, and was awkward using the crutches I'd gotten at the hospital. I looked like a dork hopping around here and there. Getting on and off the bus was a bitch, and so were the first couple of days back at school because I couldn't concentrate on anything.
It's all about Cristobal and that senior class trip, but I've still got two more final exams to take before graduation, and then I need to give that valedictorian speech. So somehow, I need to get myself to concentrate on school for two more weeks. Then, that will be it for high school, and good riddance to it, too.
Cristobal and I were e-mailing each other a couple of times a day, and I've been jerking off three or four times a day thinking about the sexy things he and I did together. Forcing myself to concentrate, I somehow, I got through those last two weeks without screwing anything up too badly.
My brother Christain, Mom, Dad, and my Grandmother were all in attendance for high school graduation ceremonies. Each senior was allotted a maximum of four tickets for the ceremony. I have a fairly large extended family but only those four could hear my speech. Back at our house, a group of well-wishers were gathering for the graduation party my folks were giving to me. Neighbors and relatives mostly although a few guys from the swim team were going to stop over, too.
I was looking forward to the party, and I was particularly interested in the graduation presents... haha. First though, my valedictorian speech. I wrote the speech before the class trip and only revised it a bit after the trip. It was a typical Reach for Your Dreams speech. I wasn't motivated to try to make it special. Nothing about high school had been special for me, special in a good way, I mean. I had the speech memorized so there was no reason to be nervous, right? Wrong!
When I stood up at the podium and looked out at the 1600 people staring back at me, I started to stutter, and I couldn't stop. The captain of the swim team, Jordan Caufield, was one of the many people up on stage with me. He had been voted by the class as the most likely to succeed and he'd given a one-minute speech earlier regarding that 'honor'. I'd been on the swim team for three years, and I don't recall him ever speaking to me directly.
Actually, I never thought he liked me. After I stuttered for about thirty seconds he casually got up and walked across the stage to me and put his arm around my shoulder speaking into the microphone, "Excuse me a second folks, I forgot to tell Oliver something important. Oh, by the way, did you realize Oliver was voted "most improved" diver for our team this year? Let's give him a hand."
There was polite applause as Jordan leaned over and whispered to me, "Oliver, did I ever tell you my favorite short joke?" I shook my head, and he said, "A three-year-old boy was examining his dick and testicles while taking a bath. He asked, Mommy are these my brains? His mom said, "Not yet, they're not."
My mouth stayed open as I listened and my eyes were getting bigger and bigger as Jordan told this joke. He whispered it to me in a very matter-of-fact manner, as if we were standing in the cafeteria line for lunch. It was surreal listening to this little joke while I was staring at more than 1600 people who were all staring back at the two of us whispering at the podium. When Jordan said, Not yet, they're not, I laughed out loud and then whispered back to Jordan, "Should I tell the audience?"
He said, "Probably best not to." He squeezed my shoulder and said, "Give 'em hell, Oliver." And, I did. I apologized for the delay and said that my swim team captain had just reminded me that my speech would go over the time limit if I left the stuttering in. And, I breezed through the speech and got a polite ovation at the end, which was more than the speech deserved.
After the graduation ceremonies, I went up to Jordan to thank him for saving my ass and he was very gracious. He said, "Fuck Oliver, you're my teammate. We'll always be teammates and teammates help each other out when they can. Your speech sucked."
We chuckled and I invited him to my party, and he kind of chuckled at that, too, and never showed. Jordan didn't come, but the party went very well, and the Uncles and Aunts, who usually have too much to drink at family outings, had too much to drink at my graduation party, too. My cousins were nice with their congratulations and they made me feel kind of important. They said they were jealous because they had one or two years left of high school and they couldn't wait to get out. Not everyone loves the high school experience it seems. I smiled at them and tried not to act too superior.
My graduation presents went pretty much the way I expected. I got mostly cash, almost $400. The main gift was from Christain, and it was a completely over-the-top surprise. He bought me a Mini Cooper Convertible. Bright red with a black top. The Mini Cooper had attracted my attention when Cristobal's roommate, Davis Moore, picked us up in his Mini convertible to take me to the hospital after I'd sprained my ankle. It was all I talked about to Christain when I got home from the trip.
Naturally, I never thought I'd get one any time soon. Who buys their little brother a $33,000 car for a high school graduation present? Well, my brother, that's who. I hugged him with tears in my eyes. He said how proud of me he was. Later, when Christain had had too much to drink he asked me again how I liked the car. He was probably looking for me to gush over it some more which I was glad to do. I said, "Are you kidding me, Christain? I love it beyond words." He was glad, and he hugged me again.
Three of my swim-team teammates did come to my party and I eventually left with them to go to another teammates' graduation party. It was almost like having friends, at long last. I feel that if I had one more year of high school, I would have made real friends with a few guys. It's just that I got started off all wrong in High School and once you're labeled a brainiac geek, it's hard to lose the image. Teenagers don't have a ton of self-confidence so they aren't going to take a chance befriending a labeled geek like me. Seniors got out of school three weeks before the under-class kids so I had a head-start on the summer.
I'd arranged for a summer job working for the company my Dad worked for, but the job didn't start until after the 4th of July. During the last two weeks in June, we were going to our usual vacation spot, Wildwood, New Jersey. Wildwood is a seaside resort town with huge beaches and a boardwalk. Christain and I have had a blast in Wildwood in the past, but he's been working for the last couple of years so I go with my Mom and Dad alone. It wasn't nearly as much fun without Christain, although I still do love the place.
I want to do some serious motoring in my new Mini Cooper. Also, my old favorite pastime is bike riding. In the cooler mornings, I did bicycle riding and then when it warmed up, I drove the Mini all over the place with the top down. Twenty-mile bicycle rides keep my body in good shape and driving the Mini made me feel cool!
Tyler would pop up in my head from time to time, but now my mind was pretty much filled with thoughts about Cristobal. We had sent our last e-mail right after I graduated. He and twenty-three other college kids left the next day on a twelve-week tour of Europe, a trip sponsored by the University, but it's open to other schools, too. Cris was super excited about meeting new people and seeing different countries in Europe up close and personal. The main objective of the trip is for the kids to see real everyday life in these countries, not just the tourist spots.
It was a backpack-only trip, and absolutely no laptops or computerized devices were allowed. The most modern thing allowed was a wristwatch. I missed emailing Cris, but my new car gave me a good feeling about myself. That car gave me a boost in my self-image. I felt cool pulling up to the Deli, for example, and buying an Italian hoagie or cheese steak. I took my time being super smooth and impressing the guys who worked there, particularly one blond-headed boy whom I was hoping to get to know this summer. He was very shy, but I was patient.
The week before we were to leave for our vacation in Wildwood, I was coming out of the Mall with a new computer game when I ran into that girl who had asked if I was okay on the bus ride home from Philly. We smiled and waved at each other, but when I got in my car she looked over at me and mouthed "Oh my God" and came running over to the car. She couldn't give me enough compliments about how cool I looked in that hot set of wheels, and would I take her for a ride sometime? I felt like a special, hot shit dude.
The girl's name was Pattie Reynolds, and she flattered me so much that I blurted out, "You need a ride home?" She asked me to wait a minute as she went back in the Mall to tell her mother she was getting a ride home with a friend. Pattie was real girly-cute. Small, at about five foot tall with shortish blond hair and dark brown eyes. She didn't wear much make-up and she looked pretty good. A regular girl's body with maybe a little extra weight around her hips and ass. Needless to say, I didn't find her sexy at all, but it did feel good showing off driving my Mini convertible with a popular 'chick' right there next to me.
I took a roundabout way to her house, hoping to be seen by someone I knew, and sure enough, Robby Fisher and Marty Steinberg from the swim team spotted me and waved me over near the high school. They both knew Pattie and we all ended up at a Berger King for some lunch. Jeez, I guess I'm shallow, but I felt fabulous being almost in the "in crowd" for once. The four of us were sitting around a table talking and laughing when a couple more guys from our senior class came in and joined us. Robby asked me to tell the new guys about Jordan interrupting my speech at graduation with the toddler/testicles joke. The new guys said, "Yeah, we wondered what Jordan said to you to make you laugh out loud like that."
So, I told the story. and when I said the punch line, "Not yet, they're not," one of the guys was about to swallow a mouthful of soda and, at the same instant, wanted to laugh, snorting the soda in two streams out both his nostrils. It hurts to have ice-cold soda flowing through the sinuses, but we all laughed, too. When I left with Pattie it was like the party was breaking up because we were leaving. I was the guy with a date this time., and I almost felt popular.
When I dropped Pattie off at her house, she said she had fun and would I go with her to her girlfriend's party the very next night. So now I get to date a popular girl from high school. Damn, a real date. My first one since.... ever.
I was nervous, but I picked Pattie up the next night and away we went. She drank grapefruit juice and vodka at the party, so I did too. It wasn't bad, but it does sneak up on you if you're not careful. I wasn't careful. We danced and I couldn't help but think about how Cristobal had taught me some dance steps just a few weeks back. Yeah, just in the nick of time for my first real 'date,' I still wasn't very good at dancing, but I got by. I discovered that some of the people in this particular so-called in-crowd were snobs and, quite frankly, boring. Huh!
We left about midnight and I was feeling drunk. When I turned into her driveway Pattie said, "Oliver, we'll have to pull these front seats up near the dashboard because that backseat you have in this car is so small. We can't make out in the front with the gear shift in the middle so it'll have to be the backseat. I can't wait to taste your pouting lips."
Pouting lips?
I muttered, "Huh? What?" She laughed and said I was so funny. I found myself squeezed in the backseat with Pattie and she was hot to trot. I don't think she was as drunk as me, but she'd been drinking. We had the top down and I was going to say something about how pretty the night sky was, but she didn't give me the chance. Right off she took a handful of my hair in each of her little fists and attacked my mouth with her lips and tongue.
In between kisses she was going on about how shy and cute I am. Then, before I could get a word out, she quickly had that big tongue back in my mouth again. It was awful. I tried to pretend, with my eyes closed, that it was Cristobal. That didn't work so I tried to pretend that Pattie was Pat, as in a guy. That didn't work either. It was like I was acting in a movie. I tried to do what I thought I should do. Her tits pressing up against me gave off a revolting, mushy feeling. All I could think of was the way Cristobal's body felt. So hot and tight; not squishy and soft and yucky.
I guess I was faking it okay because Patti said, "Oh Oliver, you naughty boy you. You've got me so hot it's not even funny." She was now poking at my crotch, which was embarrassing because my dick had shriveled up as if I was sitting in a tub of cold water. I kept moving my hip to protect a direct jab in my soft groin. She finally said, "I'd better get inside before we go too far, Oliver. I don't know if I can trust you much longer. Don't be mad at me."
I said, "Okay, Pattie. It's alright. I've got to get going too." She straightened up her clothes and said, "Well Oliver, aren't you going to ask me out?" I told her I wanted to, but my family will be on a family vacation in two days. I pretended I was pissed off about it. She said to call her when I got back or she'd be calling me, and I said, "You bet, Pattie. Tonight was great." She leaned back into the car and gave me one last kiss. Oh my God, I couldn't stand one more after that and that's no lie.
I climbed out of the backseat real fast so she wouldn't try for another kiss and we waved goodbye. Pattie had this look of bliss or some such thing on her face. I let out a long sigh of relief and the look on my face was not blissful. I looked at my watch because the night seemed like it went on for ten or twelve hours. It had only been just under four hours since I'd picked Pattie up. Stepping on the gas, I laid some rubber, getting out of there. Then I slowed it down, remembering the booze on my breath. Getting pulled over by the police was not a good idea. Driving home, I thought; well, so that's a date. Damn, I didn't miss much.
Christain wanted to take Mom, Dad, and me out to dinner before we left for Wildwood. It was the first time I'd seen him since the graduation party. At the restaurant, we talked about my new car a little, our upcoming trip to Wildwood, and how much Christain wished he could go with us, but he couldn't get off work.
When dessert was served, he made his announcement. He had accepted a promotion to the 'creative' side of programming. He was now a vice president of new product development, and the company was getting into computer games. It's a big raise in pay, but he'll be relocating to Seattle, Washington. We all congratulated Christain, but our hearts were heavy because he'd be living so far away. He was moving out there right away as things moved fast in the business world.
We'll be in Wildwood when he moves so this was goodbye for at least three months. When he got things up and running on the West Coast he promised to come back East for a visit. Christain gave me an envelope with a first-class round-trip American Airlines ticket that was good to use anytime in the next year. "Please come out this summer, Oliver. I miss you already." We all hugged and he was gone.
As soon as he left, the restaurant felt empty. Mom, Dad, and I looked at each other with sad faces. Christain was always the energy for all of us. He got things going and made things seem fun. Well, we're on our own now. The next day we got up early and packed the SUV with bed sheets, towels, beach chairs, all kinds of food, and a lot more stuff than I could imagine us using. My folks had rented a duplex for our two weeks in Wildwood. It was a new unit with two bedrooms, two baths, a family room, and a big kitchen, two blocks from the beach. The boardwalk started four beach blocks down from our place. Sweet!
This is the first year I would be driving myself and with my new hot Mini convertible, Mom and Dad knew not to bother even trying to talk me out of it. We live in western Pennsylvania, so Wildwood, New Jersey, is about a five-hour drive under normal circumstances. The Mini is not normal, though, so I was waiting outside our duplex forty-five minutes before my Dad pulled in. I said to him, "I haven't been waiting but five minutes".
My dad said, "I'll bet." We had the second-floor unit with a view of the ocean off the back deck. There was also a view of strawberry-blond twin teenage boys off the back deck. They were across the alleyway from us, wrestling together on their deck. What a fabulous view that was. The Atlantic Ocean looked nice too.
I'd guess the twins were about sixteen years old. A great age for boardwalk activities. I'm nineteen, so on the boardwalk, I just observe the scene now. No goofing around or trying to start some fun and games. That's for the younger guys to initiate. We old nineteen-year-old guys try to look like we're above that childish nonsense. I'm off to a prestigious Ivy League University and, as a Freshman, I'll get to act like a goof there. Here I know I'm supposed to act super-cool and above it all.
After I helped unload everything from the SUV, I went out on the back deck again, but no twins were in sight this time. I told my folks I was heading down to the beach. My guess is that's where the twins would be. They both had little ponytails of wavy strawberry-blond hair which reminded me of Cristobal's short ponytail, but he has dark brown hair.
The twins looked very hot from a distance, but you can find yourself disappointed if you expect too much. It's difficult to distinguish facial features from the distance I spied those two from. But, even from that far away, I could tell that their bodies were tight and hot so I was anxious to check them out up close.
Walking on the beach and looking at boys is something I've enjoyed doing for years, so this wasn't anything new to me. For years now, I've been scoping out boys here in Wildwood during my vacations and closely checking out hot boys back home the rest of the year. At the moment, I had specific boys in mind: the twins.
Just as I suspected, they were on the beach directly down from the duplex. It's where my Mom and Dad will be in a little while and then every day after today from about nine until five. They really love the sand, ocean, and sun and all that goes with it. There are so many people here with their kids that boy-watching is a blast and the variety of boys is astounding. But as I said, right at the moment the twins are my objective. I observed them from the edge of the beach, and from there they were still looking good, so I stepped onto the sand and walked closer.
The closer I got, the better they looked. From about ten feet, they were taking my breath away. They were unbelievably cute but too young-looking. I casually opened my beach chair, my heart pounding a little faster than normal, with my pecker twitching inside my boardy swimsuit. When I sat down I did it so that it would be obvious to anyone noticing me that I couldn't care less about the adorable strawberry-blond twins almost right next to me. I was oblivious to them for a long two or three minutes, anyway.
The temptation to look over at them was great, and when I did, they were still sitting side by side in identical, very low to the sand beach- chairs. They were so identical-looking it took my breath away. Without realizing I was doing it, I wet my lips. Holy shit! Was this lucky, or what? I hope they're going to be here the whole two weeks I'm here.
They have big green eyes under long eyelashes that are almost white. Freckles across their cute pug noses and not a single blemish on their faces. I was doing more lip licking realizing it was as if one twin was giving a reflection off a big mirror and thus creating the other twin. They had cute little chins with dark pink, puffy, bow-shaped lips right above them.
Their swimwear was identical board shorts. Off-white ones with pale green lettering that spelled out, 'AMBIGUOUS.' The boys sat so close together it didn't look natural somehow. Their arms touched all along the arms of their chairs. At the moment, they were quiet, both staring out at the vast ocean while they absently bounced their feet in the sand and worked their jaws energetically chewing something that turned out to be bubble gum. Every thirty seconds or so, in sync, they blew pink bubbles with their heads bending back as each tried to blow the biggest bubble. I stared at them with my mouth hanging open.
Their chairs were positioned under a big beach umbrella to protect their light skin from the sun I suppose. Looking at their 'boardie' swimsuits made me think about how 'hot' they would look in tight speedos. I thought of my brother's small, tight red Speedo that I used to wear. It was a Speedo bathing suit he wore at age eleven, and I wore it when I was fourteen. That was fun. I liked to wear it because he had worn it before me, and because it was so small on me it made my cork look bigger. Jeez, I wonder what the twins' cocks look like. I'll bet they're identical, too. Wouldn't that be something to see?
They are very well-built boys who, this close, appeared to be more like fourteen. I could see a little hair growing on the calf part of their legs and a few hairs sticking out under their armpits, but other than that their bodies were very smooth. I got a boner looking at them. They're eye candy for a young gay guy like me.
Simultaneously they turned their heads to face one another and smiled this very big smile showing perfectly white teeth and big dimples. They both took out their wad of bubble gum and wrapped them in the same tissue. Their heads came together and they held hands loosely as they whispered and then broke out laughing. The laughing got more intense as they put their arms around each other. My boner started aching, and I let out a moan. It had been over a month since my night with Cristobal and the thought of his touch filled my mind as the twins held each other lightly and continued to laugh.
A fat lady next to them turned towards the twins, and she was laughing too. She talked through her laughter to the boys, but I couldn't make out what she said. Their mother? She did have reddish blond hair and very light skin like the boys, lots of it too. A beached white whale. Apparently, some sort of a family joke was going on because all of a sudden, the thin man next to the fat lady sat up laughing along with the other three.
He had lost most of his hair and what was left around the sides was bleached out. It could be light gray or light blond. The laughing continued and I couldn't help but wonder what was so fucking funny? It got kind of annoying because I couldn't detect anything that had happened to start them all laughing, and the thin man had a high-pitched laugh that was like fingernails on a blackboard.
After too long, they calmed down and talked a little among themselves before all standing up and walking down toward the ocean. It's an unkind thought, but how the fuck did the unattractive fat lady and thin man mate and have beautiful-looking twin boys like those two? I mean, um, seriously, what the fuck?
The twins were never more than an inch apart, and the left side of one twin's perfect butt cheek rubbed against the other twin's right one as they walked down the beach toward the ocean. Each plump, firm-looking butt cheek was a nice handful of ass. God, I needed to jerk off.
The four of them waded into the ocean up to their waists and then inched in little by little till they all finally did a half-ass dive into a small wave. They shook their heads to clear the salt water from their face. The twins swam a little distance away from the parents but stayed very close to each other. They waded out further and began body surfing with the bigger waves, one twin always waiting for the other before going out for another wave.
By now, my boner was very hard, and I figured the water would make it lighten up, so I got up and headed down to the ocean. My swimsuit had side pockets, and I kept my hands in them and held my boner against my belly as I walked. The boner felt fine. The water was still quite cold this early in the summer so, as I expected and hoped would happen, my boner softened immediately. Naturally, I wanted to get close to the twins so I maneuvered my way over to where they were body surfing.
They did a lot of quick hugging after successfully riding a wave all the way to the beach. Lots of smiles at each other, too. There were many people in the water here because this was a section of the beach with lifeguards and people wanted to swim where they had that protection. Lots of people or not, the twins paid no attention to anybody except each other. It was a treat just to watch them, but I soon wanted more.
When they dived into a wave, body surfing toward the beach, I was going to get in their way, so they had no choice but to collide with me. A lot of body surfing is blind. You pick-out a lane that is open and dive with the wave and ride the wave to the beach with your eyes closed to keep out the salt water. If someone wanders into your chosen lane, you surf right into them. It happens a lot, but maybe not. Waders get used to watching for body surfers, but shit still happens.
I waded over to their area, and when the twins dived together with a wave, I purposely waded right into their lane, and two seconds later, I was tangled up in twins. Awesome. All four hands grabbed some part of my body as all three of us floundered under waist-high ocean water. I'd gone underwater with them while trying to touch as much of them as possible in the short period before we all came up gasping for air and blowing salt water out of our mouths and noses. Unfortunately, none of the parts of my body grabbed by the twins was near my crotch area, and I hadn't had any luck blindly trying to find theirs' either.
I insinuated myself between the boys, but they corrected that situation immediately and were standing side by side before the one on the left said, "Dude, we're so sorry. Are you okay?"
What a sweet-sounding husky voice he had; so sexy. I muttered, "Yes, I'm fine, but It was my fault. Sorry." That same left twin looked at his brother and said, "Let's go dry off, Noah." He looked back at me and said, "Are you staying around here?" I waded in beside them, describing where my folks rented, and the talkative twin said, 'What? That's behind the alley from where we're staging. We can see one another from our decks."
The twins couldn't get over the coincidence of us neighbors bumping into each other like that. Neither could I. On the beach now, the talkative twin said, "Well, I'm Nathan North, and this is my identical twin brother, Noah. Nice to meet you". I said, "You're twins? I, um, yeah, you do look a little bit alike," and we all chuckled. I told him my name and shook hands with each of them. It became apparent that Nathan talked for the twins, but he conferred with Noah frequently. Noah just smiled at Nathan and nodded his head to confirm any and everything Nathan said. It was very sweet, and I stared at them openly. They are so beautiful it's hard to put into words and yet they seem to be unaware of their extraordinary good looks.
Up on the beach, I pulled my chair over to them, and we talked. They are fourteen years old, which is too young for me to do anything sexual. with them. I was afraid that would be the case as soon as I got close to them on the beach earlier, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy their company. Their vacation was for the entire month of June so they'd been here two weeks already and would be here two weeks that I'll be here too. They have an older brother who was off golfing.
Shortly, I could just about feel someone staring at me, and I looked past the twins, and there stood Mrs. Obese and Mr. Malnutrition. Both of them looked grumpily at me. I could tell that the parents didn't want a nineteen-year-old hanging with their kids. I don't blame them, but I'm hanging with their kids anyway. I gave my best smile, and I gave off my most polite behavior while pretending I didn't notice their rude behavior. In a short while, my personality and blatant brown-nosing won them over, and they loosened up a little, or I may have just worn them down.
Hopefully, they could see I was innocent enough and fairly harmless. Also, I didn't stay with them very long because I didn't want the parents to think I was stalking the twins, even though I was. I wanted them to think of me as just a neighbor they'd have for the next two weeks. That's all I was, a neighbor.
I told them how nice it was to meet them but that I had to leave and help my mom make up the beds and stuff like that. The twins frowned at that, but the mother nodded as if she approved. Off I went, carrying my little beach chair. What the hell? I'll try the boardwalk for a while. I ran into Mom and Dad who were on their way to the beach, while I was returning to the duplex. I told them I'd be on the boardwalk.
There are always walkers on the boardwalk, and I like to look at them, hoping to hit the magic connection with a gay guy who is immediately attracted to me like Cris was. I didn't expect it to happen, so I wasn't disappointed when it didn't.
I was hot and had salt water dried on me, so I went back to the house and enjoyed the air conditioning as I took a long shower and felt good. On the back deck, I looked for the twins but didn't see them. My folks came back from the beach, and an hour later they surprised me by taking me out to dinner. Dad said it was our first night on vacation, and Mom shouldn't have to cook. We went to a very nice seafood restaurant, and I had deep-fried soft-shell crabs with tartar sauce, French fries, coleslaw, and early Jersey tomatoes. Fabulous!
That night I had no luck with the gay teen hook-up on the boards, but around nine o'clock, I did hook-up with the twins. We went on rides together for the next two hours, and we hit it off. hey said they wished their brother would spend more time with them instead of golfing all the time. The three of us walked back to the duplexes together at eleven o'clock. Getting to know the twins better was a blast and picked up my spirits.
Squeezing in next to those two on the different amusement rides was a blast, I felt like a harmless perve. The three of us liked the 'thrill' rides the best. The twins appeared oblivious to all our bodily contact. I, on the other hand, was not. Hiding my boner took most of my free time. As I said, it was fun.
All that first week I met the twins on the beach and we swam together or Nathan and Noah buried me in the sand or we threw a football or a Frisbee. Nathan was a very clever and funny kid, and Noah was so sweet it took a concentrated effort not to hug him. Mrs. Fat and Mr. Lean got use to me and enjoyed talking with my parents. We all sat together on the beach. Any place I needed to go, the twins wanted to come with me because they liked riding in the Mini convertible.
Friday of that the Norths were having a cook-out and invited Mom, Dad, and I to join them. I went over to their place early to help the twins get the grill fired-up and the first person I saw was a light skinned black guy about twenty or twenty-one. Nice looking with a mix of African and American facial features. He was putting cans of beer in a cooler filled with ice. His hair was curled somehow and was about two inches long all over his head. It wasn't what I'd call an Afro, it was more styled and really looked cool. He did too.
He was about two inches taller than me which makes him six feet. tall with a slim build. He was wearing white, wife-beater undershirt and baggy cargo shorts that reached half way between his knees and his feet. Bare feet, and a thin gold chain around his neck. I wondered who he was, while thinking that he was sexy good-looking. The black guy looked up as I came around the fence and said, "Hi. You're Oliver, right? You're all the boys talk about lately." I wanted to let that sink in some, but he walked to me with his hand out so I shook hands and said, "Do the twins talk about me?"
He said, "Yes. I'm their half-brother, Alexander." Shrugging, he added, "I probably didn't have to mention the half-brother part as it's pretty obvious, no? "
I said, "Huh?" Then, thankfully, Nathan and Noah came running around the corner of the house yelling "Alexander! You're here! How'd you hit 'em today?."
He kissed each one on gthe cheek, giving then hugs and Nathan mumbled, "You better not let mom catch you kissing us, Alexander." He said, "Don't I know it, but you're both so yummy I have to take the chance once in awhile. I shot 78 today, Nathan, with one double bogie so it was pretty fucking good. No?"
Nathan agreed it was fabulous and then he came up next to me with Noah right by his side and they both pointed at my face as Nathan said, "Didn't I tell you Oliver is your type, Alexander?"
I felt like Oliver in Wonderland. I just couldn't remember going down the rabbit hole, or whatever it was Alice went through or down or whatever. I was confused. Are they saying their half-brother is gay and I'm his type?
Alexander mumbled, "Hey, do you boys see the look on your friend Oliver's face? He don't know what the fuck is what. Do you Oliver?" as he casually pushed the hair up off my forehead and asked the boys, "What do ya think? Wouldn't Oliver's look even cuter with a much shorter haircut?"
Moving my head away from Alexander's hand, I muttered, "What?" and his father asked, "What the hell are you up to now, Alexander?" He asked that in a bored, monotone voice as he walked out the back door with a six pack of Pepsi Cola for the cooler. "Oh, hi Pop. We're cool, just teasing Oliver. I shot 78 over at the Valley Course today, with a double bogey on the par 3 fifth."
"Seventy-eight? No shit, that's excellent." Mr. North and Alexander walked into the house talking about the golf course Alexander shot a 78 on as I turned to the twins with a puzzled look on my face. Nathan said, "What?" as if everything should be perfectly clear?" He and Noah chuckled, knowing I was confused. They filled me in a little bit as we were lighting the char coal for the grill. Their mother use to be married to a black football player. He was a wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys. At the time, Mrs. North was a real beauty queen and one of the Dallas Cowboy cheer leaders. With a dead pan delivery Nathan said, "She's put on a few pounds since then."
He went on to tell me that Alexander's father was a cool, good-looking guy, but for whatever reason, after they had baby Alexander, their mother started screwing around with the current Mr. North. Nathan said, "He had hair back then".
He tells me she eventually divorced the football player to marry the twins' father and they, the twins, followed shortly. Mrs. North got custody of baby Alexander and Mr. North adopted him so all the boys have the same last name. Nathan, with a shrug, added, "And Alexander is gay. I tried not to look excited at that news, mumbling, "Oh," and I shrugged as if it means nothing to me, then asked, "How about you and Noah? Are you boys gays too?"
Nathan said, "Noah, we're going to scare Oliver away." They laughed. When they stopped laughing Nathan said, "No, we're not gay Oliver." He said it as if that should be obvious. Then he added as an afterthought, "No need to worry. Noah and me hug each other all the time because we're used to doing that. It's a habit we started before we could even walk, but we're far from gay. Identical twins are weird sometimes, Oliver, but even though you're as beautiful as Alexander, you're safe with us." Nathan continued to fill me in as we got the charcoal fire going just right. He told me that Alexander had come 'out' to the family as gay at age sixteen and since then he has developed some gay affectations, 'gay body-language,' which pops-up from time to time. It's probably what I subconsciously picked-up initially when I thought there was something a little different about Alexander. He has just finished a one year unisex hair design course in New York City, at a hair style 'college' and after the summer vacation Mr. and Mrs. North are going to set him up in his own salon.
Nathan said, "Alexander loves to cut guys hair and he's mad at Noah and me for having ponytails. Doesn't he Noah?" As the evening progressed my folks were introduced, but no one told my folks Alexander is gay not that they would care, anyway. Alexander was a smoker, which didn't seem to bother anybody. I've never had an interest in smoking and didn't normally care for the smell of cigarette smoke. That being said, I had an interest in Alexander and thought he looked cool smoking his Marlboro, letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and nose. He looked cool when he wasn't smoking, too. He was flirting with me, but not so anyone else, but me would notice. Maybe 'gaydar' s a real thing.
I had to smile at him, but I had no intention of showing him or anybody else my inclination toward boys. I wasn't ready to "come out" as they say. I didn't have anywhere near enough confidence for that. No thank you! Then, after dinner the conversation turned to Alexander's career. The four adults, plus Alexander had finished off a lot of beer, while the twins and me had none. Mr. North was slurring his words as he told us, in sort of a bragging way, that he had leased the building for Alexander's unisex salon. We all acted impressed.
One thing led to another and they started teasing me that I should let Alexander style my hair because my hair was unruly and was not cool. What do drunks know, though. I smiled at everyone without admitting they were right about my hair, although I didn't care one way or another. I don't spend any time in front of a mirror.
My hair was almost long enough to put it in one of those short ponytails like Cristobal and the twins have. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to be like Cris. It definitely wasn't a conscious thought. I knew it didn't look good, but I'm not about to let some guy cut my hair after he has had six or seven beers. So, I declined Alexander's offer of a free hair styling "worth $75.00". Whoop-de-doo!
Later, Alexander asked where I was going to college. He told me he'd gone to a liberal arts college for a year and discovered it wasn't for him. He wanted to do something creative and had always had this 'thing' about cutting hair, especially guys' hair. So, his stepdad told him to pick a career that Alexander would be happy with. Yeah, well, you're lucky if you have rich parents who can hook you up with your own business at age twenty, but I didn't mention that because it would sound as if I was jealous, and maybe I am.
The twins came over to where Alexander and I were talking. They were so used to being close to each other at all times that they naturallygot close to me, Alexander, or anyone they were interacting with. I loved it. The boys smelled good, so I got used to them being in my personal space. It didn't seem to bother Alexander either.
Just before we would wrap up the cookout, Alexander looked me in the eyes and said, "I could cut your hair to look so cool. Let me style it the way I think it will look best." So, I gave in to him and said, "Okay, thanks, but not tonight." We agreed that tomorrow, before he golfed, he'd give me an entirely new look. Ten in the morning.
I was excited about being alone with a twenty-year-old gay kid touching me, fussing over me, cutting my hair, and who knows what else might happen. Jeez, I'm getting daring, but thanks to Cris, I'm almost confident about handling whatever Alexander may have in mind. Go ahead, take advantage of me, Alexander.
to be continued.....
