Wildwood Summer

This is the story of two guys, Vinny and Woody. I'm Vinny. I met Woody last summer while I was working down the shore in Wildwood, NJ. My job was renting out beach umbrellas and Boogie boards. I liked my job Ð it paid enough to cover another semester at Rutgers, and I got to hang out on the beach. One thing I especially liked about Wildwood was that it was full of Italian guys. I'm half Italian myself, which is why I tan so deeply, and I'm half Irish, which is why I have the blue eyes. You'll hate me for this, but I'm in great shape and I don't even work out that much. I have one of these wiry, muscular physiques. I know it sounds conceited, but I'm just telling you how it is.

The day I met Woody was typical: I got up, showered, and put on my swim trunks, a pair of flip-flops, shades, and a gold chain with my apartment key around my neck. Then it was off to work. I got to the beach by 11 a.m.

By 2 that day I was bored. I was standing there slathering some more lotion on my smooth pecs when along comes this dork of a customer. At least I thought he was a dork at first because he was wearing a white terry-cloth robe and a straw hat. But when he got up close, I could see that he was a damn cute guy. In this soft, husky voice, he said he wanted to rent an umbrella. I had him sign my clipboard. His name was Woodrow Brooke Lovejoy III.

"That's some name you got," I said. I bet old Lovejoy didn't have to work for his college education; his name said money loud and clear. "Yeah, I guess. They call me Woody." He smiled this crooked little smile that made my personal lovejoy stiffen. Woody was a good name for him. He wasn't my usual type- he was a blue-eyed blond with light skin. I'm not saying he was a marshmallow or anything, but as I said, I like Italians.

While I was picking up his umbrella, I caught him giving me the once-over out of the corner of his eye. I always let my trunks ride low on my hips and when I bent over I bet he got an eyeful. Good. I followed him to his blanket a few yards from the water's edge. There were a couple of other guys and a blonde chick sitting on the blanket, and there were a bunch of surfboards lying around. I shoved the umbrella pole into the and then went back to my rental station.

Woody took off his robe. I couldn't believe it: The dude was wearing a dick suit. That's what me and my friends call those little bikini bathing suits. We usually laughed at guys who wore them Ð usually only French-Canadian guys wore dick suits in Wildwood. Woody gave me a new appreciation for dick suits, though. I couldn't see his package because he was facing toward the ocean, but I could see his tight little ass well enough to make a pup tent in my trunks.

I was stuck right where I was until 5 o'clock. I spent the time watching Woody and the other guys surf. I found out later that the other two guys were Woody's cousins. Josh and Bob. They were pretty good surfers, considering that the surf around Wildwood usually sucks. I wondered who the chick was. She spent the whole time lying under the umbrella. All I could think was that she'd better not be Woody's girlfriend.

Finally quitting time rolled around, and I figured I would go out and try to make friends with the boys. I took a Boogie board out and surfed by myself for a little while. After 15 minutes Josh called out. "Hey, why don't you get a real board?" I knew some surfers could be snobs about Boogie boards, but I wasn't going to let him get me mad. Instead I paddled out to where the guys were.

They were sitting there in a row on their boards. Josh and Bob were cute enough, I guess, but I couldn't take my eyes off Woody. He was like a sea god with his thick wind-blown blond hair and his hard body glistening with salty spray.

"Yo, at least I get some rides on this thing." I said, smiling. It was true too Ð the surfboarders had to wait longer for a wave big enough to ride.

"You ever try a surfboard?" Woody asked.

"No, I guess not."

"You wanna try?"

"Woody, man, you should never lend out your board." Said Bob.

"Hey, if he gets a ride, more power to him. Anyway, I wanna try out that Boogie board.

I knew Woody was a real nice guy after he offered to switch boards with me Ð every surfer I'd ever known was a selfish jerk about sharing his board. "I'm gonna help you out," said Woody. "Come here and get on the board."

I got on.

"OK, you gotta get on your knees and bend over your board, ready to paddle," Woody said. "When the wave comes you gotta paddle, and then you gotta pop right up onto your feet. You think you can do that?

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good because here comes a wave."

I was pretty pleased with myself at first. I was able to hang on and then I executed a perfect pop and stood right up. The only problem was, when I popped up, my trunks didn't. I looked down and saw my trunks around my ankles, and I got so discombobulated, I fell headfirst into the water. I came up thrashing.

"You OK man?" yelled Woody, cruising in on the Boogie board. He was laughing but he was serious too. "Here, you might want these." He handed me my trunks. He looked down at my naked pecker. "Whoa, what's that?" he said.

"Quick, put those trunks on before Michele sees that boa constrictor! I don't want you stealing my girlfriend!"

His cousins had fallen off their surfboards laughing. They were laughing at me, not with me, but I didn't give a fuck at that point. I was too freaked by Woody's admission that the blonde chick was his girlfriend. The girl was standing along the water's edge as I pulled my trunks up. She was waving Woody in. I caught up to them as they were heading back for the blanket. He gave me the Boogie board and said, "Thanks. I'll see you around. I gotta go."

"I start work at 11 a.m." I said, catching Woody's eye. He gave me a big smile, then he and his girlfriend walked away.

The next day I was in a foul mood. Woody didn't show up, and I kept thinking of him naked with that boring blonde chick. But as I was packing it in at the end of my shift, I saw him coming across the sand towards me.

"Yo, what's up?" I said, trying not to show how glad I was to see him.

"Yo yourself buddy, " he said, slapping me on the shoulder. "You wanna go out for a drink?"

Of course I did. We went down to this place that I hang at, the Sea Urchin. We got a booth and ordered a couple of brews. Jimmy, the bartender, must have thought Woody was my boyfriend, because I looked over and saw him giving me the thumbs-up from behind the bar.

Woody was telling me how he and his girlfriend had a fight the previous night. She was complaining that he wanted to spend all of his time with his friends and not enough time with her. I heard that story before.

"Why don't you tell her to find another boyfriend?" I said helpfully.

"I can't tell my girlfriend to find another guy just like that," he said.

"You must not have too much experience with girls."

"That's right, I don't," I said, looking him right in the eye and squeezing his knee under the table. He stared back for a second, then blushed. He cracked a crooked smile and said "You don't beat around the bush, do you?" and we laughed.

We played pool for awhile. I couldn't believe how good he was. Nobody ever beat me twice in a row. If anybody else had done it, I would have been furious. But I wasn't made at all. Instead I felt proud of Woody, like he was my kid brother. It's funny because he's actually a year older than me but he has this innocent look that makes him seem younger. He's real easygoing and laid-back, always trying to be nice. He apologized like crazy every time he beat me. The only thing was, I couldn't figure him out. He seemed to like me well enough Ð I mean, I wasn't pointing a gun at his head to make him stay and play pool. And while we were playing I could feel him checking me out. But whenever I'd make a flirtatious remark, he would kind of grin in this embarrassed way and look around like he was afraid someone heard me.

After he kicked my ass for the fourth time in a row, I said, "Let's take a walk." Woody told me he'd been playing pool since he was a kid: his family had a billiard room. I suspected he came from money, but I didn't realize how much. His grandfather started a food packaging company 80 years ago, and it was now a million dollar business. Woody's dad inherited a fortune.

"They expect me to take over for my dad and keep the business going someday," he said.

"Oh, man, you have it made." I said.

We were walking along the beach. I was horny as hell because Woody was looking so good. He wore a pair of loose denim cutoffs and a white T-shirt that didn't quite reach the top of his pants. With his big baby blues and his shaggy hair hanging a couple of inches off his shoulders he was looking more beautiful than ever.

I had been getting chubbers off and on all night, and I was so totally "on" now, it was getting hard to walk. I tried to catch his hand a couple of times, but he wouldn't let me. He would pull away but with that big crooked grin on his face. Finally I stopped walking and said, "Wait. Look at me." He stopped.

"Don't you like me?"

"Of course I like you. I didn't know if you liked me."

"Are you crazy?" I yelled. "I've only been limping along for a hundred miles with a torpedo in my pants." I grabbed his hand and made him feel my boner.

"Oh yeah, the boa constrictor." He gave me a grin of embarrassment but he didn't pull his hand away. Then I realized what was going on: The prick tease was playing hard to get. I guess he was used to being passive and waiting for the other person to make the first move.

[manly gay sex here...]

"No," he replied. "I'm only Greek active."

"Only Greek active? What is this, the personals? What's the deal here? You think rich boys can take and take without giving back?

He signed deeply and said, "OK, here's how it is: I can't be gay, OK? My family would not accept it. I made a deal with myself that this summer would be my last chance to mess around with guys. Come September I'm gong to ask Michele to marry me, and we're going to get married net spring. That's how it has to be."

I mulled it over for a second. "Now I get it. You figure that if you don't suck dick and don't take it up the ass, it means you're not really gay."

"Yep. That's how I deal with it."

"So what about love? Do you love Michele?"

"Of course I love Michele. Sure. Of course."

He was none too convincing. I moved my body against his and bent down and kissed his eyelids, nose, and mouth. I said softly, "If that's true, how come you're falling in love with me?" I pressed my mouth onto his and French-kissed him again. When I drew back I was surprised to see that his eyes were glassy, like he was about to cry. "Don't cry, baby," I crooned. "Why don't you let your new boyfriend love your sweet ass?"

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We both collapsed in the sand. I was totally spent, but I felt good. I assumed he did too. I was wrong.

"You pig!" he said to me.

"Wha-a-a-t?"

"You're a pig." He got up and started walking quickly away from me. I was totally confused.

I ran after him. "What'd I do?" He wouldn't stop; instead he broke into a run. I couldn't let me go away like that, so I had to tackle him on the sand.

"Let me up asshole," he said as I lay on top of him. He was no weakling; he could've gotten up if he'd wanted to. "What are you gonna do, rape me?"

"Why are you treating me like this?" I said. "Look at me."

I could see that he was crying. "Stop it, Vinny," he said, wiping his eyes. I can't do this anymore."

"Look," I said, "let's face facts. You really do care for me. How are you gonna feel when she finds out?"

"Aw, Vin, you're such an honest guy. You wouldn't understand the people in my life. They don't care about the truth. Even if they knew I was in the closet, they would be perfectly happy if I stayed there until I rotted."

"Yeah, well, that's exactly what will happen if you stay there. You have to be true to yourself. I don't know about you, but I don't believe in reincarnation As far as I'm concerned, you only get one life, and you gotta life it your way."

"They could disinherit me."

"Ouch, that would hurt. I guess that would make me think twice too. But what's the use of being rich if you can't live the way you really want?"

"I can't let everybody down. I can't be a disappointment to them. See, all my life I've been like the golden boy of the family, and they always set me up to my brother and cousins as the perfect example. They're so proud of me."

"Hey, Wood, one of the things that I love about you is how sweet you are, but you can't please everybody all the time. You know that. He sat for a moment thinking, then pushed me away and stood up. "No, I have to do what's right. I have to stop being so selfish thinking about my own dick and ass all the time. I've heard there are psychiatrists who can make you straight." He got this look on his face then that was so cold and hard, for a second I almost couldn't recognize him as my Woody. Then his natural politeness came through and he held out his hand for me to shake. "It's been great knowing you, Vinny." He said. "You're a good guy, even if you are gay." I was stunned. This guy was putting himself through one serious mindfuck. I stood there and watch him walk away, my mouth hanging open in amazement.

For a week I didn't see Woody or his gang. You'd think I'd be smart enough to forget a guy as confused as Woody, but I couldn't stop missing him. I only knew him for a couple of days but I was already falling in love with him. The thing that really killed me was I knew he was falling for me too. Like a fool I didn't even get his phone number. I was in bad shape. Then one day as I was closing up the rental station I saw Josh and Bob. Woody wasn't with them, but I was glad to see them anyway, figuring I might get Woody's number.

"Yo, how you doin'?" I called out to them. "How's your cousin?"

They looked at each other like I said something real interesting. Bob said,

"You hang out at a place called the Sea Urchin, don't you?"

"Sure," I said, "The bartender's a friend of mine."

"I'll bet he is." Josh said, smirking, a nasty look in his eyes. I was getting pretty nervous about where this was heading, but I just kept smiling, trying to stay friendly. Finally Josh said, "What'd you do to Woody?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that, but I figured "blow job and tongue fucking" was not the way to go. Instead I said, "What'd I do to him?" "He's been actin' weird for a week, like he's real depressed." Bob aid. "Plus he's been picking fights with Michele. Then when we asked him to go surfing with us on this beach, he said he couldn't come here while you were here."

"Really?" I said, trying not to sound thrilled. I was so happy that Wood was as miserable as I was.

"It's pretty unusual for Woody to act like that, so we figured something must have happened." Bob said. "We realized he started acting funny after that night with you."

"So what'd you do to him?" Josh said. "Did you try to get him drunk?"

"Why would I try to get him drunk?"

"Cut the shit," Bob said. "Everybody around here knows you're gay."

"Look, dudes, I'm not gonna lie and say I'm not gay. But me and Woody are just friends."

"Come on, we know you have the hots for him. I saw how you were checking him out that day you lost your trunks. You probably dropped your trunks on purpose."

I was getting mad. "I don't go after straight guys."

"You wouldn't be trying to hint that Woody is gay, would you?" Josh said. You could tell they were both worried that he might be, but they were in total denial.

"You were thinking it, weren't you, faggot?" said Bob, giving me a shove.

"Come on, man," I said. "That's not very friendly."

"What are you gonna do bout it?" Bob said. How fucking original. I really didn't want to fight both Bob and Josh. I could take one of them, but I didn't think I would win against both. There didn't seem to be any alternative though Ð I certainly couldn't tell them that Woody had loved everything I'd done to him. I'd rather get beaten up than out him against his wishes.

Josh and Bob were working their nerve up to start something, trying to get me mad, calling me these nasty names. There were starting to get to me too. Just as I was about to land a right onto Bob's smug face, the cavalry arrived.

"Jesus Christ, what do you guys think you're doing?" yelled Woody, running over from the parking lot.

"Woody, man, you should be helping us take out this little shit." Said Josh.

"He's my friend, you fucking asshole," snarled Woody. "You OK, Vinny? Did they do anything to you? I was so happy to see him. "Let me give you a ride home." He said.

"Woody, what the fuck?" said Bob nervously. "You don't wanna be seen with him, do you? What'll people think?

Woody stood there staring at his cousins for a long moment. Then, in his soft, husky voice he said, "They'll think I'm one lovesick bastard." I looked at Bob and Josh. I would've paid a zillion bucks to have a picture of the expressions on their faces.

Woody drove me home and then decided to hide out at my place for a few days until the shit died down. I called Jimmy and told him about what happened. Not long after that, Bob and Josh were at the Sea Urchin looking for us. Jimmy and a couple of his biker friends took them out back and scared the shit out of them, pretending they were gonna gang-bang them. Then Jimmy threw them out of the bar and told them never to come back. Pretty cool, huh?

The night Woody gave me a ride home, he let me love his ass. Looking at him on his hands and knees on my bed, totally naked and offering himself to me made my tool bigger and harder than it's ever been. ...

[More gay sex...]

I tried to say something but all that came out of me was "U-u-uh."

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