Chapter Four
In Wildwood, I always go to bed later than my parents and get up after they've left for the beach. I love sleeping in. This year, we're staying in a new duplex. The mattress on my bed is new and excellent. This morning, I turned over and glanced at the clock on the nightstand... 10:12. Oops! At ten o'clock, I was supposed to be at Alexander's for that free $75.00 haircut. I go into the bathroom for my daily routine, which is very regular. I didn't hurry with it. I was munching on a chocolate donut, skipping down the back stairs and across to the North's house.
The door opened before I could knock. Alexander said, "I was worried you changed your mind, Oliver."
He has such a nice way about him. He'd spoken with a sad lilt, not a pissed-off one—a likable guy. I said, "Sorry." He gave me a small grin and said, "Thanks for letting me give you a haircut. You're in good hands, but I like to stay in practice." He had a mini barbershop in the foyer with a captain-style bar stool from the kitchen ready for me on the foyer's hardwood floor—a table with barber tools close by.
"Please sit down, Oliver. I know exactly how I'm going to cut your hair. This haircut is popular for young, cool European dudes and just right for you. It's starting to show up in the trendier salons in the US now, but we're always behind in men's styles here for some fucked up reason.
Then, Alexander was all business and very serious. No joking around; he knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't feel he had to explain. He cut a lot of hair off for about fifteen minutes. When he put the comb and scissors down, he began meticulously outlining around my ears and the back of my neck with that electric vibrating trimmer thing, which caused chills to roam around my body.
It had been some time since my ears were last seen sticking out like they did now, no hair concealing them. A little hair gel, and he combed my hair up from the top of my head towards the middle. I was sorry that he was almost done because I felt very relaxed, and the experience was enjoyable. I liked the way he fussed over me. Finally, he was satisfied with his work, then one last inspection, turning my head from all angles. He'd put his fingers under my chin to tilt my head up or down.
When he was really, really satisfied, he stood behind me and held the mirror in front of me, his arm resting on my shoulder so that I could inspect his craftsmanship. I liked the haircut, although it was very different from any haircut I'd ever had. I did recognize this particular style, though. I'd seen it on some of the gay models on boy sites I peek at from time to time. There was no reason to share that information with Alexander.
The hairstyle is fairly short all around the sides and back, but on top, it's left longer to comb up. You combed from the left and from the right to have the hairs stick up on top; the longest hairs are almost two inches long near the center of my head. I'm not describing it well, but I thought it looked cool and I'll leave it at that. Tyler would have been proud of me for trying something new.
I told Alexander I liked it and that he's very talented. Thank you very much. We looked at each other in the mirror as I wondered what this meant. It was odd, but I was still relaxed and interested. Alexander moved his face against mine, and our faces touched. Gee, I froze, still staring at the mirror. His beautiful tan face felt so silky smooth against my cheek. His big, chocolate-brown puppy dog eyes stared into my eyes in the mirror reflection as he quietly said, "Is this okay with you, Oliver?"
Still in the closet, I wanted to say, "No, it's not okay, back off," but I couldn't form the words, and as the seconds ticked by, I finally nodded. He dropped the mirror in my lap and hugged my shoulders, then hugged around my neck, pressing his face against the side of my face some more. I closed my eyes and sighed because, during the past eight years, I've longed for a boy my age to hug and kiss and everything that goes with that.
Twenty-four hours with Cristobal is the total extent of my eight years of wishes. The best twenty-four hours of my life, but twenty-four hours, one day, out of eight years, isn't much. Cristobal gave me a taste of how wonderful it was to be with another boy. So, with that thought swirling in my head, I didn't want to tell Alexander "no."
I would never have approached him, but I can't tell him "no." The side of his face felt too good next to mine to tell him "no," much too good. Plus, I thought the reflection of our faces in the mirror looked nice together. Alexander moved his head a little and kissed the corner of my mouth. I gasped because the kiss felt like an electric shock, a very nice electric shock. His full lips kissed my lips, and we opened our mouths, and our tongues found each other, and together we did a quiet pleasure moan.
He kissed good, but he must have had a cigarette earlier in the morning because I tasted a faint nicotine taste, it was like a forbidden taste, and it added to my arousal. Alexander is a handsome African-American boy, and everything about him became more and more exotic to me with every move of his hands on my body and with every lick on my face and lips.
My eyes were half closed, concentrating on the pleasure Alexander was giving me. My cock was as hard as it can get as Alexander whispered to me, his lips wetting my ear, "Please let me suck your cock, Oliver. I'll do you better than you've ever been done," and it felt like he sucked my whole ear into his mouth. I rose slightly off the stool; it was so unexpected and sensual. "Ah ah, oh, Alexander, wha?" Words were very difficult to get out.
In his usual deliberate way, he left my ear alone and undid the cape from around my neck, then scooped all the hair to the middle of the cape. He was so smooth with everything he did, like a cat. He made a bundle of the hair and the cape and pulled it off me. My pants formed a tent in my lap.
Dropping the bundle, he knelt in front of me, unfastened a snap on his shorts, and pulled out his long, dark boner. I stared at it, panting little breaths, my eyes blinking. His boner was longer than mine, but not fat. It looked enticing, and the entire scene stimulated me. Alexander stroked his cock a few times in that unhurried, smooth manner of his, with his eyes lightly closed. Putting his hands on top of my thighs, with his long, hard boner bobbing between his legs, he looked up at me with a serious expression and asked, "Okay, Oliver?" I did the little nod, lifted off the stool, and he pulled my swimsuit off in one swift motion.
The swimsuit was left dangling around my ankles as my boner bounced back and smacked off my belly. I wanted to be more assessable to Alexander, so with my feet on the bottom rung of the stool for support, I inched my butt toward the front part of the seat, my boner bobbing with each of my movements. After stroking it three times, Alexander put the head against his front teeth and sucked on it with those full delicious lips of his; then he rubbed it across his perfectly white teeth. He moaned, "Mmmmmm".
I gasped, and he sucked a lot of my boner inside his mouth. and an inch or so went down his throat. I lifted off the seat, going, "Ump, Ump, oh, oh ...." Cristobal and I hadn't done oral sex, so this was a first-time experience for me, and it wasn't at all disappointing. He pulled back off my boner and lipped it and tongued it until I squirmed on the stool, saying, "Ahhh, Oh Alexander, that's, oh..." He began stroking his hard, hard boner as he sucked on mine. Every time I looked down at him, his eyes looked up. I saw liquid drool out the side of his mouth as precum rolled out of my cock. Everything was feeling good as I squirmed in my seat, purring out, "Oh, this is so fine."
Leaning forward slightly and reaching down, I took two handfuls of his hair, which was soft and dense and full and spongy. It felt great, and I clasped and unclasped handfuls of it before massaging his scalp and the back of his neck with my fingertips. My head lolled back, and I moaned with the pleasure of it all. He'd been stroking himself for no more than four minutes when he blew a lot of air on my boner, and almost immediately, I heard his first cum shot splat up against the bottom of my stool. Oh, so sexy, knowing Alexander had just climaxed! He fired off a few more blasts grunting around my hard cock with each one.
After his climax, Alexander caught his breath and then increased his efforts on my boner. He sucked on my cock and lapped it with his perfect tongue until I was holding onto his head for balance and lifting out of the seat. Letting out a "Wheeeeee," I creamed in his mouth like I was taking a piss; it was that hard of a cum stream.
The cum flew out of my cock with Alexander still sucking on it; my boner was a fat straw. He maintained the suction on the head of my cock, pulling the cum up out. I was squealing by the time he let my cock slip out of that fabulous mouth of his. He smacked his lips, and, smiling up at me with his cute face, he said, "Yum."
I could see his cum on the back of the fingers of his right hand. I smiled and breathlessly said, "That the best you can do?" We exchanged little grins, not moving around much. Alexander, now sitting back on his ankles on the floor in front of me, absently rubbing up and down the fine hairs on my legs as he stared at my softening cock. Finally, he said, "I like your little package there, Oliver. Choice!"
I said, "Little?" He chuckled, telling me it was just a figure of speech as he lazily stood and put himself together. "That was hotter than hot, Oliver, but I got to think about changing clothes fairly soon to get out of here. I can't miss my tee time. Golf is what I like second-best in the world. You just moved up to the number one spot." He smiled and patted my cheek like I was a little kid. I felt sort of like a little kid, sitting there on that stool after my "home" haircut, not to mention my "home" blow-job.
I got off the stool, and we instinctively hugged. Alexander held a kiss on the side of my forehead. His body felt one thousand times better than my recent date with Patty's body had felt. After our hug and kiss, we cleaned up the barber area by sweeping up my hair clippings and emptying the cape, cleaning up some of Alexander's random cum shots, and things like that. We talked generally about our other gay sexual experiences.
Alexander had more of them than me, but not as much as I would have guessed. He was 'out' to his family but not to many others. He'd had a boyfriend for about a year during that first year of college. The sex was light, though. His boyfriend wasn't ready to admit he was really gay. After the boyfriend moved, Alexander had two other short flings with guys at his barber college. "Nothing memorable", he said. Then he said he'd picked up 'something' with his 'gaydar' last night while flirting with me. So, he purposely touched and fussed over me more than he needed to during the haircut, and I seemed to enjoy it.
He went to his bedroom to change into his golf clothes and came out in two minutes smoking a cigarette, wearing light tan shorts and a white Polo, short-sleeve shirt, carrying brow and white gold shoes. He looked really nice. "Thank you, Oliver. This was the best morning I can remember having, well...ever."
He explained that he wanted to stay and "play" some more, but he'd screw up the other three guys in his foursome if he didn't meet them. I told him it was fine and that I understood, although I didn't. I'm not a golfer. He walked over to me while taking a drag on his Marlboro and putting his golf shoes on the kitchen counter; he said, "Thanks for being so understanding, Oliver," and kissed me as cigarette smoke came out of both our mouths and some out of his nose. The kiss was so yummy I didn't mind the taste of the cigarette; it made everything sexier somehow.
Alexander must have thought so because he took another drag on his cigarette, and we did it again, longer this time. I wanted to do it all morning. Alexander made a low moaning noise in his throat, but I don't think he even realized he'd made it. We were having quite an effect on each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we sucked each other's tongues and sucked each other's lips and licked long licks across each other's faces, and my boner was back hard as ever.
He was moaning openly now, and in between kisses, he'd give me compliments about how I taste and smell and feel, and it was very hot and very special. He said that white boys are so pretty, and I told him to check out a mirror when he had a chance, that he'd see something pretty there for sure. Alexander was making out with me even hotter than Cristobal did. Or, maybe I forget how hot Cristobal was, but Alexander had me clinging to him. I wanted to eat him. We calmed down a little and made plans to meet in my bedroom the next morning as soon as he saw my folks leave for the beach.
We hugged like we weren't ever going to see each other again. Or, maybe it's as if we both finally found this boy we'd been looking for and didn't want to let him get away; maybe that's how we hugged. Whatever, it was good. Even though there wasn't anyone around, Alexander whispered to me, "Will you fuck me tomorrow morning, Oliver. A good rough fuck, Oliver!" This was his number one desire. He was holding onto my shoulders, and I could see that the cigarette we used at the beginning of our make-out had burned down to the filter and gone 'out.' Alexander was still holding it between his index and middle fingers. The same two fingers held my hair before he cut it off.
I stared at those two fingers as if they were trying to tell me something, then I said. "I'd love to fuck you, Alexander." We'd exchanged our sexual histories and our experiences earlier, so he knew I'd never been 'top' during my very limited sexual experiences, but he still wanted me to do him. It was more than fine by me.
I was excited, and before Alexander left, I had a leaking boner again. This unexpected encounter had my sexual juices boiling. I walked out with him, and when he drove off, I immediately took my leaking boner into my bathroom. Damn, but he'd gotten me so worked-up and turned-on with the make-out and talk about me fucking him I had to jerk off.
After a hot five-minute wank, all the time thinking about Alexander's blowjob, another cum load spurted out of me. Boy, did that hit the spot! Number two for this great day. Now, all I was thinking about was tomorrow morning with Alexander. I cleaned up a little and wandered to the beach to join everyone. The relaxed, bouncy feeling I was experiencing can be directly attributed to my being sexually satisfied; how long it would last, I didn't know.
My folks and the Norths, for different reasons, liked my new haircut. The twins loved it, rubbing their fingers through my hair. After a bit, Nathan said, "Okay, Noah, what do you think?" Noah made a funny face while playing with his ponytail and then reluctantly, it seemed to me, nodded. Nathan explained that if they liked how Alexander did my haircut, which they did, they would get their brother to cut their hair like mine. I was their guinea pig. The twins hugged their guinea pig, and nobody noticed the hugging anymore. We were used to it after eight days together. The twins' parents had much earlier come to the conclusion that I was an asset of theirs, keeping the twins company when their half-brother would not.
That night, Alexander and I went to pick up Italian take-out food, and we delivered it back to my parents' duplex, where our families had dinner together. The adults drank two bottles of wine and then started in on some beers. Everyone was in a great mood. Earlier, while waiting for our order at the take-out restaurant, Alexander kept his arm around my shoulders and whispered naughty things in my ear until we both had boners. We were doing a lot of giggling. too. Acting like a couple of thirteen-year-old boys, but it was fun. I like Alexander. He has a basic niceness about him that is pure and sweet. He's funny as hell, too.
What a great bit of luck renting our duplex right behind the Norths. The boardwalk was nice that night, too, but my mind drifted to thoughts of tomorrow morning. One more thing that I'd been dreaming about for years would come true. I was anxious that I not do something to embarrass myself in my first attempt at fucking someone. I'd tried a condom once. It was way back when I'd had that mental breakdown. At the time, I was trying to fuck myself with a cucumber, if I remember correctly. I tried to recall anything remotely complicated about using a condom but couldn't come up with anything.
Oh well, Alexander would be there to help me. Two minutes after my folks were out of the house the next morning, I heard a little knock on the front door. As pre-arranged, Alexander opened it and came across the hall and into my room. Inside he pushed the button on the knob to lock my bedroom door and glanced over at me with a mischievous look on his face. I was ready with a big smile, although I was slightly nervous. Alexander said, "Would it be alright if I get under the covers with you, Oliver, naked?" I said, "Sure," but I ran out of air when I said it, and it came out like, "Shhhh".
We both laughed self-consciously. His naked body next to my naked body brought back those wonderful feelings of Cristobal and me naked together in my Holiday Inn bed. At this particular moment, just like with Cristobal, my heart was pounding too fast, and I was having trouble breathing. Alexander and I were lying on our sides, looking at each other and loosely holding hands. "God, I'm nervous about this," Alexander said as he made a face while moving his eyes and jiggling his head a little. I bit my lower lip and gave Alexander a puzzled look, absently thinking, "He reminded me of a girl just then.
The way he spoke and with the eyes and that little head movement made me think that. He moved his head that funny way again, and I tried to remember if Cristobal ever made me think of a girl when I looked at him. No, he never had. I thought to myself, Damn, I don't want something stupid like that to mess this up.
Alexander wasn't causing me to think about a girl now, and I didn't think 'girl' when Alexander and I started kissing and sucking each other mouths. I didn't think of a girl when we were grinding our boners against each other's stomachs and smearing pre cum around our bellies. His body didn't feel anything like a girl's. Alexander worked out regularly at a gym, developing muscles for his golf game. He didn't have any extra fatty tissue around his waist or ass. Alexander was tight and toned. His body was hot to my touch, and I was squirming all over him, getting as much skin-to-skin contact as I could manage.
We had a fantastic make-out for about twenty minutes. Finally, as I was grinding my crotch against his crotch, my boner got stuck between his legs, and he tightened his thighs on it. Using pre cum as a lube, I couldn't stop myself from humping in and out between his thighs until I climaxed, gasping for breath and still humping long after I shot my load. At that point, Alexander didn't remind me of a girl. He reminded me of a very attractive, sexy African-American twenty-year-old boy who I felt lucky to be with.
He said, "Oh my God. I'm so turned on with your cum on my legs. Oh fuck, please, suck me off, Oliver. My balls are aching." I flipped around and took hold of his long, thin, dark boner and stroked it a half dozen times. He closed his eyes and blew air out through his tightly closed lips. It made a long hissing sound. I'd always kind of wondered about putting a guy's cock in my mouth. You know, it's where pee comes out, and cocks get sweaty, sometimes crammed in boxer shorts or, God forbid, jockey shorts all day. Maybe a little 'ripe,' you know? But now, actually holding that long, brown cock I was anxious to taste it and suck it for Alexander, who had made me feel so good and who I was starting to really care for.
And he was a gay boy like me, so his cock was pure. Alexander's body was almost as stiff as his boner. Without hesitating, I put it in my mouth and sucked it like he had sucked mine yesterday. I wasn't able to force the head of his cock in my throat, though I tried three times and then gave up and lapped and sucked and stroked his wonderful brown boner until he shot a big blast of creamy white cum in my mouth. I did hesitate at that moment, but I quickly thought, "Do it!" and swallowed Alexander's cum. I sucked on his boner some more, and out came more spunk. Surprised, I liked his cum, and I enjoyed having a cock in my mouth, too. Very intimate.
I sucked that cock until Alexander complained it was becoming too sensitive. Reluctantly, I let go of it and moved back up for a kiss. We hugged each other again, our bodies touching from our noses to our toes. How could it get any nicer? We were quietly enjoying the after-effects of our climaxes while holding onto each other. His body felt nice, and I stared at his light brown skin, which looked sexier than my pasty white skin. I had a hard time getting a suntan because I was so light.
Then I thought of Cristobal's even lighter tan-brown Hispanic skin tone and decided that that one was my favorite. The most important thing of all is who is in the skin, whatever the skin tone. I liked who was in Cristobal's and Alexander's skin. I'm glad they like who's in my skin, too. Alexander said, "Can we doze off for a few minutes, Oliver? It feels so nice in your arms." He told me he had stayed up late last night fucking around on his computer, and he was tired.
I said, "Sure," and that's what we did. Hugging each other, we both fell asleep. Alexander woke me up a little over an hour later, saying, "Time to give me that hard fucking, Oliver." I was like, "Wha...who? Oh, Alexander, give me a kiss." He did that and a lot more, too. I love making out with him, and my pecker was back up to bone-hard quite quickly. We got the lubed condom on me even though both of us had shaky hands.
Alexander wanted me to do him 'doggy style.' I was on my knees in bed behind him, holding onto his hips. "Push it in slow, Oliver." Once I managed to enter his body, I pushed in slow, and I can't tell you how different, how excellent it felt on my boner, but it was more difficult entering Alexander's tight hole than I ever imagined it would be. I finally gave a firm enough push that the head of my cock popped inside him as I squealed a tiny squeal.
New and indescribable sensations ensued. I finished pushing slowly in till my balls softly hit against his ass cheeks. Oh God, did it ever feel tight, tight, tight all around my pulsating cock. Every single fraction of an inch was massaged in Alexander's tight tunnel. I gasped as I humped him a few times. This felt so fine as Alexander moaned, "Oh, oh, oh. Harder Oliver, harder."
So, I started slamming into him with my balls smacking up against his ass, me and Alexander grunting with each thrust. He began on all four but switched quickly to all three. Two knees and his left hand. He began jerking himself off with his right hand, and I thought this was as sexually aroused and hot as I can ever remember being. Then, it started NOT being 'hot' when Alexander began saying, "Fuck that pussy, Oliver. Do it to my cunt, you bad boy," and other stuff in kind of a girlie voice, and he held his head in a feminine pose and moved it around in an affected manner. It all just made me think of a girl, female, feminine.
Oh, no! I could feel my boner start to go down. I didn't want to disappoint him, but this feminine thing of Alexander's had reappeared, and it was turning me 'off' 'off' 'off'. Just as I felt panic begin to raise its ugly head, Alexander started climaxing, which caused his anal ring to tighten dramatically and thereby stimulate my boner like something I'd never felt before. It stimulated my boner enough to shortly cause me to squeal out while I shot off my second load of the day, and it was a beauty.
I forgot all about the feminine concerns I'd had. Oh my God, I couldn't hump in and out of him fast enough. The tight hold his anal ring had on my cock was so new, so fabulous; there were no words to do the feeling justice. My eyes were tightly closed, and I just spewed spit out my mouth as I gasped and grunted and yipped and blew out air as I had those great multiple climaxes. For a second, there, I couldn't tell if I was in pain or just experiencing a new level of pleasure. All around my groin area, spreading out to my thighs and up my belly, there are so many good feelings and sensations. Fantastic shock waves.
I collapsed next to Alexander a minute later. We were both panting and lying almost on top of one another. My cum was squishing around my cock in that condom, which I then pulled off and held with the open end squeezed together. No way did I want to forget this thing and leave it in the waste basket or on the floor. It was going down the toilet, but not this very second. I had to think about breathing and stuff like that first.
Then I thought, "So, the other half of fucking, huh? Not bad." I thought about the feminine things Alexander did sometimes and knew that this was a problem for me, but not one I would mention to Alexander. It had been close, though, as I'd almost lost my boner when he let the girl's side of him out in the open. I knew I'd have to think about this, but I wanted to enjoy Alexander here in my bed right now. We snuggled under the covers for a little while, sexually satisfied and lazy-like. It was nice. I couldn't get enough of the boy part of Alexander, and thankfully, that's the part that showed up almost all the time. I was really happy to be where I was.
The feel of him, his velvet skin over his tight, hard, long, hot body. I didn't want to let him go, but he had to make that tee time, so we got up and dressed. After a quick kiss goodbye, he was out the door on the run. He said he'd stayed too long in bed, but he couldn't let go of me. This was more than just getting our rocks off. We'd connected early on, and our relationship in this short time frame seems to have taken off. I felt like I'd known him for years.
It occurred to me then that I felt the same way about Cristobal after the short time I'd known him. What could this mean? It'll go on my growing list of things to think about later. I took a quick shower, fussed with my new hairstyle, shot my mirror reflection with my index finger, and went off to have some fun in the sun on the beach. I wore sandals, my boardie bathing suit, and Cristobal's T-shirt with a picture of a palm tree on the front and Spanish words under the tree. For all I know, the words spelled out, "Go fuck yourself."
The next morning, it was raining, so my parents stayed in, which meant Alexander stayed out. He had the morning free, and then the sun came out around noontime, and I felt really good. On the beach, the twins were in their beach chairs, talking quietly and running their fingers absently up the back of their heads, feeling the short haircuts they got this morning, just like I did after my haircut. I knew how they felt. Coming up behind them, I an arm around their necks and pulled their heads back against my belly. Four hands immediately grabbed hold of my forearms. These kids are fun to mess around with.
I had a touch of horniness, but not for the twins. They're too young. As long as it doesn't rain in the morning, and I can have sex with a hot boy for two hours before leaving the house, I'm good! Hahaha, that's not expecting much. This is the best vacation ever. My parents and Mr. and Mrs. North arrived, and they seemed to enjoy conversing. I enjoyed swimming with the boys, and it was a good day after a rainy start.
The Norths and the twins left the beach around four o'clock to visit relatives in Ocean City. Alexander was meeting them there later to have dinner and spend the evening. Now that I'm here with just Mom and Dad, both hunched under their umbrella, reading a book, the beach felt empty. I looked up the beach for that redhead kid that made my dick twitch but saw only an unbelievably-skinny freckled-faced woman with a scowl on her face. Probably, his mother.
The beach had lost its charm, so I asked my parents if I could get anything for them. When they shook their heads, I said, "Enjoy yourselves. I'm heading up to the boardwalk. See you guys back at the place for dinner." We waved goodbye, and my thoughts turned to the boardwalk.
I hadn't been on the boards during the day since the first full day we were here. Slowly wandering down the boardwalk, I thought about my new car and how I love the car, which made me think of my brother, Christian, and how much I missed him. He has a successful career but lives on the other side of the country in Seattle, Washington. No one will ever look after me like he did. Christian spoiled me something terrible and something wonderful, too. I know now that most brothers don't kiss each other on the lips, but so what? It's what we did once. What's the harm in that?
Feeling sad, thinking about Christian being so far away, I think about how food always helps. An odd thing I like that they serve on the boardwalk is Taylor Pork Roll on a hamburger bun with ketchup. I buy that and lean against the railing, eating it and looking at the seemingly never-ending Atlantic Ocean. Soon, I was thinking cheery thoughts again. Tomorrow morning with Alexander, for one.
Staring out at the ocean gave me a hypnotic feeling. Watching endless waves and then that optical illusion of the ocean and horizon meeting where the world ends Is very cool. After finishing my small sandwich, I sat on a bench with my back to the boardwalk, looking out and thinking about eternity, and heard, "Hey, Hi. I like your new haircut. It rocks, Dude." Turning, I see a short kid standing behind me. Oh yeah, it's the small, buzz-cut kid I talked with for a minute that first day I was on the boardwalk. I forgot what he said his name was.
I nod, smiling as if I remember his name, saying, "Dude!" He grins, "You don't remember me. I'm Tucker Dwight. Nice to see you again." Nodding again, feeling phony, we shook hands quickly, but I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. I don't know why; I just chuckled. Tucker chuckled, too, and asked, "Do you have a name?" and then that big smile again." He always smiles, so I smiled back, feeling stupid. I mumbled my name and said, "Oliver? What the hell kind of name is that?" I shrugged, "Just a name, like Tucker is a name," and even to myself, I sounded irritated. Tucker was immediately apologetic and said, "No offense intended. Sorry."
He sat next to me, a little too close, I thought and went into this long explanation about his grandmother coming over from the "old" country not knowing the language, but she was the one who named him and blah, blah, blah. He was so animated, telling the story it was interesting at the beginning. After ten minutes, though, I knew more than I needed to know about Tucker's grandmother, who also taught Tucker the art of massage.
Tucker just grows on you little by little. He is so sincere it's almost comical, although he always seemed to be partially in "my space' if you know what I mean. I felt like I wanted to stretch my arms out or something. After an hour or so of pleasant conversation, Tucker invited me to his aunt & uncle for a swim. He told me about their cool private pool and wanted to show me a few things he was sure would be " right up my alley." I was intrigued, asking, "What do ya mean, right up my alley?" He said, "Sexy stuff; you'll love it. How old are you anyway?"
I said I was nineteen, and he said, "Oh, good! I like to hook up with guys older than me." Tucker has a lot of energy. Did he say sexy stuff, though?"
I'd told him about the Mini Cooper, and he was hot to see it. So, what the hell, I like to show it off. He told me where his aunt's place was, and I knew the area, and a swim in a pool sounded refreshing. Tucker drove me to where I parked the Mini was parked and when he saw it he couldn't stop going on about how 'hot' my car was. I told him my brother gave me the car as a graduation present, then asked, "So, did you mean a swim in the pool today, or...?"
Tucker shrugged and said, "If you want to I guess I can take you, but you will have to follow my rules when we get there. That has to be understood upfront. You cool with that?"
Now I was confused because he was making it seem like he was doing me a favor when, just a couple of minutes ago, he was talking me into having a swim. What the hell? Tucker shouted, "You promised about the rules, Oliver. Don't forget. Follow me. It's about fifteen minutes from here."
He drove off, waving his arm out the window for me to follow. This is too weird for me, but he seemed so excited about me going for a swim with him and then acting like it was my idea. I'm probably misreading him. I can't just blow him off. Tucker was careful that he didn't lose me at traffic lights, and we got to his Aunt's place in less than fifteen minutes.
As I said, I knew generally where I was and how to get to the place Dad rented, so what the hell?
This is a very nice neighborhood—big, expensive, single homes. I followed smiling Tucker around a high hedge, through a gate, and across a stone walk, and there it was. A beautiful secluded pool. Not huge, about fifteen feet wide by thirty feet long, just as he described it. Lots of pretty shrubs and flowers growing here and there and everywhere. This place was very private.
Tucker turned to me and said, "Rule number one, Oliver. We skinny dip. Get your swimsuit off." He sounded different like he was pissed off about something. He had no smile, just a stern look and authority in his voice. I gave him a puzzled look with half a smile, assuming he was joking, and told him I didn't 'do' skinny-dipping; then, with a grin, I said, "Nobody skinny-dips in a family swimming pool. Family members don't do naked shit together." I chuckled a bit to show I understood it was a joke, but something about his attitude made me uncomfortable. He took his bathing suit and flicked it on a lounge chair near the pool.
Now, I was uncomfortable. He had a hot body, but his pecker was less than three inches long and quite skinny. He had a regular pubic patch, and his nuts weren't especially small, just that tiny dick of his. I was flabbergasted that he'd want to skinny dip with a child's penis. Wasn't he embarrassed? I'd never seen anything like that on a teenager. I wanted to ask, why the fuck do you want to display that infantile penis, skinny-dipping or any other way? Instead, I looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed me gawking at his tiny dick.
"Hey!" Tucker said, " I know you've probably never role-played before, but I'll bet you've messed around with your friends doing sexy stuff together. You are definitely the type. Now, get that swimsuit off right now so we can get started."
I can't tell you how shocked I am about his transformation from a sweet guy to this tyrant. It paralyzed me or something, and yet I felt sorry for him. As weird as this was, something in the back of my head wanted me to do what he said, and I felt a tingle in my penis. I'd had similar urges with my fairly recent Ryjohn and Alexander episodes, so maybe it's me that's weird. While that thought flashed through my head, Tucker walked over to me, holding his tiny dick between his thumb and index finger, stroking the skin back and forth on that pencil nub of a penis.
I couldn't help myself; I was back in staring mode with my mouth hanging open. He came right up in front of me to put his hand swiftly inside the front of my swimsuit and cupped my balls, then squeezed them very hard. My eyes opened wider than I thought possible, and I went up on my toes and leaned into Tucker, grasping his shoulders with my hands. Of all the things that anyone has ever done to me, it was the most unexpected and most painful.
He said, "Pull your swimsuit down." I had to let go of his shoulders and just lean against him, shoulders to shoulders, my face next to his. Without squeaking a word, I fumbled around, pulling my swimsuit down to my knees. I had no choice; he had squeezed my nuts so hard I couldn't even get a scream out, and the thought of another squeeze like that was unthinkable. Plus, I was afraid I was going to throw up. Panting with the pain that rolled around my groin and belly, I clutched onto Tucker, sweat dripping off my face.
He stopped stroking his tiny dick and took mine in his fist, and began stroking a normal-sized dick, holding onto my nuts but not squeezing. He had me under control for now, as it took a minute or two before the fading pain allowed me to notice an on-coming tingle of pleasure in my cock from his stroking. My hands were holding onto his shoulders again, and my forehead rested against his neck while the pain in my groin was slipping away at its own slow pace. I couldn't speak, just groan.
Tucker's voice was more compassionate now, but it sounded as if he were speaking to a little kid he'd just punished but was ready to forgive. "You'll be fine in a few minutes. Just do what you're told, Oliver, all right?"
Petrified of him squeezing my nuts again, I nodded against the side of his face, waiting for my senses to begin returning to me. Tucker said quietly, "Good boy. Now, I want you to stay leaning against me, but put your arms around my neck. Do what I said; put your arms around my neck, Oliver!" And he squeezed my nuts slightly. My arms went tightly around his neck, and I nuzzled in against his small, tight, smooth body as best I could.
I could feel strength in that small body, and with that hand holding my balls, he easily kept control of me even though I'm a good five inches taller than him. It felt awkward scrunching down to have my head on his shoulder, but I didn't want that rolling thunder of pain again. On the plus side, he has a very pleasant odor about him.
"Oliver, you're doing fine. You'll be feeling a lot better in a few more minutes, but you must accept that I'm in charge here. Do you understand that yet?" He was still stroking my cock, and it was firming up as he had more to say, "Hug my neck with your left arm and rub your fingers over my head with your right hand, massaging my scalp. I want you to get used to doing what I tell you."
He spoke in a pleasant voice again as if he was trying to help me, even though what he said was stupid. I felt his buzz haircut head and sort of rubbed it. I was thinking that under different circumstances, he wouldn't have to be jerking me off; I'd be getting hard just hugging this kid. Great body.
Tucker muttered, "This is all part of the preliminary submissive training for you. This can be a lot un, you'll see."
My head was aching from the ball-busting, but I could tell it was a temporary situation now that the pain was significantly fading. Most of what Tucker said made no sense, and I had a passing thought he might have a mental condition, which was a bit scary. By now, Tucker had my cock leaking precum from his constant stroking. It was feeling good, and I had the mixed-up thought that it was so sexy of Tucker to give me a hand-job before our swim.
Somehow, he'd gotten lube on his hand, which helped him to easily slide his fist up and down my six-inch pole, hard pole. I couldn't help but moan, "Ah, ah, mmmm..." All the time hugging him around the neck. I was getting very close to a climax despite the tight grip Tucker was using on my boner. His voice got angry again as he said, "You've got to listen to me. I'll squeeze your nuts again if you don't start paying attention. You need to admit to yourself and me that I'm in charge of you here at the pool. You need to say it aloud and believe it."
The very thought of him doing another nut cruncher caused my boner to lose most of its bone. I quickly said, "You're in charge, Tucker, positively in charge! No more ball crunchers, please".
Tucker stopped stroking my boner, rubbed up the back of my head in an affectionate way, and said, "Okay, that wasn't so hard. Good boy! I'm seldom wrong about guys like you." He really sounded pleased that I agreed he was in charge. Fuck, as long as he was still holding my nuts, of course he's in charge.
Having established that he was in charge, he started talking in a nice, low, matter-of-fact manner, "After you cum, you may ask me for one thing. A beer or soda, go to the bathroom, or whatever. One thing only to start with, though." He was hugging and rubbing the back of my neck and head. He switched positions a little when he'd let go of my cock, and when he moved this time, I felt his steel spike poke my thigh.
My forehead had moved to his shoulder now, and I could look down the front of him and see that his tiny dick had grown hard and stood straight out from his pubes. Hard, it was a full three inches, and its head had swelled to an almost normal size cock head. I could hardly believe my eyes. If someone told me about Tucker's dick, I wouldn't have believed him until I saw it. My semi-boner was being ignored as it bobbed between us with each rub of my head.
"Oliver, If you can finish getting yourself off in twelve strokes or less, we'll discuss the one request you've got coming to you. Jerk yourself off now." Jesus, I thought, can this get any more fucked up? He very well may be crazy. This whole deal was way past weird, but I grabbed my boner and did rapid, tight strokes and was right on the edge of blowing off when Tucker squeezed my sore nuts a tad and said, "Stop! That's twelve strokes." I stopped immediately, but the head of my cock was shiny-hard and dripping.
I needed to cum. "Put your arm around my neck again, and don't lift your head off my shoulder." I didn't intend to do it, but as I hugged his neck, I went, "Ohhhhh," as if I was aroused by hugging his neck, but it was the feeling in my cock that caused the moan. Tucker said, "I know, I know. You're getting attached to my control over you already, and it's a turn-on for you. You'll be fine." I thought, "What the fuck is this crazy motherfucker talking about ?" My balls were turning blue, so full of cum they were about to burst.
The head of my cock burned with its load. I bit my lip and grimaced, but I needed to stroke my boner two or three more times and have it explode. I said, "I'm sure you're right about all that, but please, Tucker, be a good control person and let me finish getting off. Please don't squeeze my nuts anymore. Come on, Tucker, you know how it is with us guys. I need to cum like mad."
Tucker took a big annoyed breath and said, "Don't whine, you'll screw up the mood. Alright, go ahead." I stroked three times slow and then four real fast strokes, and the cum shot out and burned. It wasn't a good feeling except for the relief, I can't remember another time when climaxing didn't feel fantastic.
This was a first. I'd had my eyes tightly closed, climaxing, and as I said, it wasn't a good feeling, so there was very little effect. I just wanted this horrid experience to get over with. Wiping cum off my hand on my T-shirt, I feel spurts of wetness on my thighs and open my eyes to see Tucker-the-pervert pulling on his three-inch boner and shooting off quite a lot of cum, most of it on me. He still had my nuts in his other hand, so I waited.
After a while, he said, "Whew, that rocked! How'd yours feel?" I said nothing, and so he said, "Time for your one wish. What can I get you? We'll take a break for a few minutes. Isn't this fun?"
I thought that it's official, this fucker is as crazy as a junk-yard dog." To Tucker, I said, "My request is that I can get my cell phone out of my car. If dad calls me and I don't answer, I'm up shits creek."
I don't know where I came-up with that bull-shit story, but it sounded believable to me.
He said," All right, as long as we understand each other, I will let go of your nuts, but it is a simple thing for me to get a controlling position on you whenever I want, so stay on your toes and do what I tell you. Got it?" I definitely got it. Any kind of squeeze on my nuts would have me groveling on the ground by now. I nodded, and Tucker said, "Step out of your swimsuit."
I did what he said. "Good boy. Kick it over near the pool." I kicked it and heard a quiet splash. Guess I kicked it too hard. Then Tucker instructed me, "When I tell you to, make a mad dash for your car on the street. Do it with your bare ass hanging out along with that nice set of cock and balls you got swinging in the breeze. I'm allowing you fifteen seconds to get the cell phone and return to standing at attention right here in front of me. You'll get a smack on your bare ass for every second over the fifteen. Got it?"
"Yes, I got it. Thank you, Tucker." After hesitating, he let go of my nuts and said, "Go! Time starts right now." He began with the count of one second, one, two seconds, two, three...."
I ran out the gate bare-assed and once around the high hedge, I grabbed either side of the neck of my T-shirt, the one that read "WILDWOOD. NEW JERSEY" on the front, and ripped the neck open until I could pull it down over my shoulders and arms. I wore the T-shirt like a skirt while walking to my car, and I'm not running now. I've said I'm not a fighter, and I'm not, but I never considered myself a coward either. Tucker was strong, especially for his size, but if he wants to come charging out here after me, he'll get his ass kicked. My head had cleared up quite a bit from the confusion of that painful nut-busting.
I didn't know how long he'd had me literally by the balls, but it seemed like maybe five minutes at the most. I was getting more and more pissed off by the second and now hoping he would come after me so I could kick that no-dick's ass from here back to the boardwalk even if I wasn't feeling well.
I never take the Mini's car key swimming with me, pool or beach, because I'm afraid water or sand will screw it up. The key is like a little computer with everything you can do with it. I reached under the mat, got the key, and fired up the Mini Cooper S. Stepping on the gas while in neutral, revving up that loud, throaty-sounding engine, and turning on the music fairly loud, I sat there to see if Tucker wanted to make an appearance. Sure enough, he came running out behind the hedge with his swimsuit back on, shouting, "Hey!" I stayed there at the curb looking at him.
Expecting I would need to get out and fight, I opened the door, and he yelled, "Hey! Hey! Hey!" but he didn't approach the car. What a fucked up hour and a half! I flipped him the finger and drove slowly away, yelling at him, "I'll be back, you Jekyll & Hyde homo motherfucker."
I heard, "Hey!" one last time. I guess he couldn't think of anything else to say. He hadn't expected me to run out on him, me being under his control and all that other bull shit he had spewed out. I drove the speed limit. My license and owner's card were in the glove box, but getting pulled over in my T-shirt-skirt was not what I needed.
My mind was running all over the place. I couldn't have conjured up a scene like the one that just took place with Tucker in a million years. He is one sick pervert and a homo too. If I told Alexander about this, would he even believe me? I owed pay-back to Tucker for that ball-busting he did on me, and I was getting madder and madder thinking about it. But. instead, I got the giggles thinking about his tiny dick, and I had to pull off the road because I got laughing too hard. I was laughing about the tiny dick for sure. Still, maybe a little bit of my laughter was of the hysterical variety because of a feeling of relief from a situation bordering on the crazy, scary side. I got it together and concentrated on my driving.
I pulled right up on the sidewalk next to our front door when I got to our duplex. I got out and found the key under the flower pot, unlocked the door, ran up the stairs, put on a jockstrap, jockey underwear, jeans, sneakers, and an old Italian T-shirt, grabbed a cold Snapple, and ran back, locked the door behind me. Nobody around. I got in my Mini, and while drinking my lemon-flavored Snapple iced tea, I slowly drove off the sidewalk and back onto the street, thinking, I made it!
I was headed back to get my swimsuit. I'm not taking any more shit from Tucker. I pulled right up the driveway, left the car running, and went to open the gate. It was locked, so I hammered on it, and Tucker, now using his good guy voice, asked, "Is that you? Oliver?" I told him he's god damn right it's me and give me my fucking swimsuit right now. He immediately threw it over the fence. He had fished it out of the pool and was waiting for me to return.
It's a six-foot-high wooden fence between us, so I couldn't see him, and he couldn't see me. I'd chosen my clothes because I expected to be in a fight. I couldn't get in through the locked gate, so I screamed out, "Get your ass out here, Tucker. I'm going to pull your tiny dick off and step on your nuts."
He started in on how sorry he was and how he'd misjudged the whole thing, and please don't tell anyone because he wasn't really a homo and it's all just supposed to be a fun dom/sub game, and didn't I ever hear of that, and he couldn't be more sorry and, more than anything, he just wanted to be friends and he thought I'd love being dominated by someone who was shorter and younger and why didn't I just say I didn't want to do it and he is so fucking sorry I can't possibly know how bad he feels and how embarrassed he is that he got it all wrong with and about me, and on and on.
He was still going on non-stop when I drove away. We'll get into it if I see him up on the boardwalk. And, if these nuts of mine somehow, due to the crushing, prevent me from having a hot time with Alexander tomorrow morning, I'll go looking for that son of a bitch Tucker and tie his tiny dick in a tiny knot.
Yeah, I got a lot tougher as soon as I was sure Tucker was staying behind that fence, and even more so the further away from his Aunt's house I got. I drove back to the boardwalk and tried to get my adrenaline under control, but I felt sick to my stomach, so after a while, I went back to the house to lie down. Not a good afternoon for me. This afternoon, as adventurous Oliver, I wound up stepping on my own balls, sort of. In a very short while, I fell asleep, and when I woke up two hours later, I felt a lot better. My folks came in from the beach and the world was back to normal. I had a nice dinner and stayed in that night to watch the Pirates play the Phillies. I was sleeping by the o'clock, and was I ever rested and ready to go the next morning?
I'd analyzed the Tucker affair while watching the ball game last night and it was a weird, weird experience, no doubt about that. No matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn't understand how he thought he was going to get me to do what he wanted when he let go of my nuts. He kept inferring I wanted to be under his control and that I'd want to do whatever he said, but that didn't make any sense to me. Why the hell would I want that? Then I remembered the initial tingle in my dick and thinking it weird to get excited being controlled by Ryjohn or Alexander. Yeah, a little, but not someone hurting me like crushing my nuts; that is nuts.
Alexander came over the next morning, and we had our regular make-out, which lasted almost a half hour, and Alexander got so aroused he spontaneously shot his load on my stomach, humping between our bellies for two full minutes. While he recovered from his messy but nice climax, Alexander was ready for more, and I fucked him as he lay on his stomach, pushing his ass up. I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn't see any feminine moves from Alexander, and I kept my fingers in his mouth to keep his comments to a minimum. He sucked on my fingers the whole time. and I don't believe I've ever cum harder than I did with that fuck.
We were both dripping with sweat by the time our climaxes arrived and what an incredible feeling. I'm learning about sex, but I'm still very unsure about love. Cristobal said he and I were not in love because you usually need to know someone very well. The best way to put it is that I'm in love with what I know about Cristobal. I wouldn't say that to him, and I love the part I know about you, Alexander., too, minus the feminine part.
Each morning that week, we had hotter and hotter sex. Several times I thought about bringing up the delicate 'feminine' matter, but I chickened out, so that's still unresolved. An important development in recent days is that our relationship won't be over when our vacation ends. The University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia is only a one-and-one-half-hour drive from the North's house in Delaware. I will get down there, using the need for a haircut as my excuse, and maybe spend the weekend when I can.
Details to be worked out 'online.' We'd already exchanged email addresses, and I have a feeling the twins will bombard my mailbox, but I don't think Cristobal will have a problem with me having more than one boyfriend. He's open-minded. I have no experience with these things, but I do think I want to be upfront about it. Surely, that is the best way to handle it. I know Cristobal has other boyfriends or has in the past. Of course, I can't communicate with him until September, when his European trip is over. From time to time, Alexander said he loved the way I tasted or smelled or felt or the way I fucked or sucked and things like that, isn't the same as saying I love you, Oliver, so...
Our vacation was coming to an end, and for Alexander's and my last morning together, I wanted to see what his long cock felt like way up inside me. He said he wasn't a very good 'top,' but for me, he'd do his best. Well, he did get himself off, and he did fill a condom with his cum while insisting he enjoyed fucking me, but I ended up having to jerk myself off because he was right, he's not very good at being a top.
There was too much girly conversation and his fucking was too tentative and methodical, as if he was jerking himself off using my hole instead of his fist. That's what it seemed like. So, he's not perfect, but neither am I. The best parts of Alexander are fabulous, like making out and blowing me and being a fun friend, which outweighs the bad parts, like fucking me and the feminine things he occasionally does while I'm fucking him. Whatever, I'm going to miss him something wild. Both of us had some tears during our last kisses together. He said he likes me better than anyone he's ever been intimate with. That's a pretty good endorsement.
I said thanks and that I loved him to death, but I said it in a fast, hot-shit kind of way. Not a lover kind of way, but it still made him pause for a couple of seconds before saying, "Thanks, Oliver. That's a sweet thing to remember you by until we meet again in September."
It was his pause that concerned me a little. We kissed some more, but he noticed the time and left to make his last time, seeing the North family drive away and heading home.
There was only one thing left to do before driving home: one last walk on the boardwalk. The weather had been near perfect every day of our vacation, except for one rainy morning. On the boardwalk, looking out at the Atlantic, the ocean looked spectacular, with bright sunshine glistening off its dark surface. The white caps contrasted with the dark color of the ocean as the waves broke on the beach. Pigeons are squawking and fighting with each other over a scrap of bread. The boardwalk was bustling with people this morning: walkers, bicycle riders, and joggers, including the groups of young teen boys jogging together that I liked to look at.
Well, it was a great summer vacation, and now I need to deal with my summer job back home.
To be continued...
