Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2011 10:05:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: (13) DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR   Chapter 13   by Donny Mumford

			  DYLAN'S FRESHMAN   YEAR

			       Chapter    13

			   by   Donny   Mumford


Standing outside Philip's door my ass is sticky from the condom's lubricant
and my pecker is still vibrating from that bizarre orgasm. I'm feeling
weird, pulling at the back of my pants and trying to get a grip on
things. Oh well, this is way bizarre, just let me get out of here. I'm
peering down the corridor looking for the stairwell I used earlier, while
in the back of my mind I'm wondering, "Why did Philip hustled me out of
there so fast?"  Not that I minded, and of course, there's no way I'm going
to figure anything out now, not with my head still reeling from the booze
and pot, so I'll stop thinking about it!  Ah ha, there's the staircase to
my left... I'm a genius! Or maybe I'm just drunk. At the head of the stairs
I grab the railing, feeling dizzy, then start down squinting my eyes at a
guy standing at the bottom... another bouncer? When I'm almost next to him
he turns around quickly, a startled expression on his face as he asks, "Who
are you?" I point vaguely back up the steps, mumbling, "Delivery for that
photographer guy, Philip somebody." This guy must have been taking a piss
or something when I stumbled up these stairs an hour and a half ago. He
appears to be twenty or twenty-one years old and he's got the kind of
musclebound build some football players have... he's also cute.  Smiling at
me, he asks, "What'd ya deliver, a pound of weed?" I look surprised as he
pats my back, "You reek of pot, dude, but don't worry I'm not the cops. How
come ya didn't invite me to the party?" He said that jokingly, with a grin
on his face, and there's just something about him with his muscles and cute
face and buzzed haircut that maybe, just maybe, he's giving off a gay
vibe. I should'a run into this bouncer-boy instead of Philip... wouldn't
that have been something. Giving him a 'knowing' smile, I say, "Weed? Isn't
that a banned substances?"  He goes, "ha ha, yeah, I've heard that, and I'm
so sure you've never tried it," as back away, grinning stupidly at
him... what a cute hunk! I hesitate, taking one last look at this stud
who's smiling and pointing at me, muttering, "Next time invite me, I'm a
party-starter, dude" and he's wiggling his index finger at me, then at
himself, then me again. Man! He's hot, but I'm at another set of stairs now
so, with a little hand wave and a grin, down I go. My mind's fucked-up or
else I would have handled that better.  As for Philip, I'm not gonna
remember the sex I had with him as anything more than a bizarrely
interesting one-and-done adventure, but I'll bet it would've been different
with bouncer-boy... maybe a hot ol' time that I'd be reliving in my head
for awhile.  Don't know for sure, but it's probably an 'age thing'. Damn,
it's odd how something like getting naked in front of Philip seemed like
such a great idea at the time, and now when I think back on it, I'm like,
"What the fuck was I thinking??"

At the bottom of the second staircase there's an arrow pointing left to the
floor's lavatories, so I follow it thinking that I need to clean-up. In a
stall I use toilet paper to get as much of the lube off my ass as I
can... still, if Robby sees my ass he'll know I've been fucked. Dammit!  At
the sink I wash my face and hands, then smell my jacket and sure enough,
"reeks" is the correct word. I go down another flight of stairs to the main
entrance where a guy stamps my hand so I'll be able to reenter the club,
then I'm outside into the cool night walking around hoping the air will
neutralize the marijuana smell on my clothes, and clear my head a little
too. Clumsily lighting a cigarette, just to do something, I'm trying to
think of a lie that will answer all questions about my absence. Ten seconds
of that and it becomes obvious I can't think straight. I'm half in the bag,
maybe two-thirds in the bag, and it's mostly because I had those tokes of
pot, which I'm not used to at all... well, maybe too many vodkas too.
Inhaling a drag off my cigarette and squinting my eyes I stare at someone
on the other side of the street, thinking, "That can't be who I think it
is, can it?"  There's two guys are coming out of the Cask 'n Flagon, which
is a bar next to the House Of Blues, and one of the guys looks like Alan
Snyder, my boss at Stop & Shop.  He's with a much older man, a man with
thick, unattractive facial features who I'm guessing is about fifty years
old, but what do I know... I thought Philip was thirty, and it turns out
he's forty-one.

Then, looking back at the first guy, I see that it's definitely Alan, and
ya know what: it gives me a buzz in my pants just seeing him... ha ha. It's
weird because he's nothing like boys I'm usually drawn to; of course,
neither was Philip.  And, how odd is it that Alan's right here after I've
just been with Philip. Hmmm, they both have the same story
apparently... both are attracted to much older men.  That's assuming the
guy with Alan is his main squeeze.  Alan sucked my dick that we tried on
the new uniforms for work. What was it, a few weeks ago now? There's been
nothing else between us since then.  Whenever we pass at work he maintains
his usual officious manner, as if we never did anything intimate together;
well, that is, until three days ago. Last Wednesday I was sweeping outside
Stop & Shop at the same time he was coming in for his shift. He'd mumbled,
"Newman," as usual, then stopped to correct the way I was sweeping. I said,
"Thank you, Mr. Snyder," pretending he actually taught me something, and
then as he turns to leave, I called after him.  It's my ego's fault; when
he sucked me off I was sure he was infatuated with me, and now maybe I
gotta admit that it's me who's infatuated with him.  I don't know why I
called after him last Wednesday, to get something started I guess. He'd
bumped up against me when showing me the proper way to sweep, that and and
his mature macho attitude got that buzzing feeling going in my pants, so
when he was about to leave, I was like, "Um, ah, Mr. Snyder...  ah, do you
have a second?" He'd turned around with, "What is it, Newman?" Not having a
real reason for calling after him, I stammered, "Ahh, are the new uniforms
gonna be here soon?"  He'd frowned at this question, like...'Why would a
bag-boy care about that?', then a light seemed to go on in his head as his
eyes got big behind his rimless glasses. He'd puffed out his cheeks while
staring hard at me for a few seconds, then nodded his head, confirming
something in his mind, I guess. I'm standing there with half a stiffy in my
pants, staring back because he looked so different from the time we got
undressed together. He'd been to Supercuts for his quarterly buzzcut and
shave, which makes him appear to be more his age, more like a twenty-one
year old.  Trouble is, after shedding the raggedy whiskers and all his
awesome hair, he's not as sexy some how.  Smirking arrogantly at me for a
second, he motioned with his head that I should go around the corner of the
building, which I obediently did. This was last Wednesday... Alan followed
me and then backed me up against the wall, to say, with conviction,, "Do
not let yourself turn into an stalker." I was stunned by this ridiculous
advise. He continued, "I know, I know... you've had a taste of me and in
your youthful ways you lack patience and want more, and you want it right
now." I was speechless as I stare at him close up, fascinated by the
buzzing in my nuts. He must have thought he saw something in my eyes
because, for no reason, he'd smiled, and said, "You guessed it, I've had
experience with this." Gripping my biceps and squeezing, he goes, "You feel
about me exactly the way I felt when Franklin took me under his wing; I was
insane with lust for him, as you are for me, but you need to wait until I
feel the time is right, okay? I'm the adult here, don't push it! And
another piece of advise my young friend, don't become so obvious about your
needs," and then he'd cupped the side of my face with the palm of his hand
making me feel like a little boy. I looked down, shuffling my feet and
groping my crotch. It infuriated me because I'm not a little boy, we're
almost the same age, but the feeling of inferiority just came over me in a
rush. Of course, Alan's wrong about me being in lust for him, he thinks I'm
dying to have more sex with him, and I'm not. Well, okay... I did call him
back that time, but it's because I was curious, that's all... certainly not
because I'm dying to have him fuck me. I mean, sure... I'd like to mess
around some more because it's new and he's so oblivious to things, and he
misreads everything, and all that; it's a very different thing, that's
all... certainly not lust!

Anyway, last Wednesday he'd looked around, checking for surveillance
cameras and finding none observing us he'd lifted my chin with his
forefinger and leaned in for a long wet kiss with those ridiculously sexy,
rosy, bow-shaped lips of his... right on my lips. It was kinda
disappointing in a way though 'cause it wasn't as exciting for me as it had
been when he'd done the same thing with a full beard tickling all around my
mouth and nose. I'm not saying the beardless kiss didn't get my dick
firming-up some more, because it did, but it just didn't have the same heat
that the bearded kiss had, but come on... those lips of his can't be
ignored, beard or no beard!! After the kiss, he'd said, "This is just a
little something to hold you over until next time. Now, be patient like I
told ya! I haven't forgotten you, but I'm busy, busy, busy," and off he
went, leaving me feeling slightly faint.  It's his outrageously high
opinion of himself that you'd think would have me laughing and mocking him,
except it's one of the reasons I'm attracted to him, and I mean attracted
only in the curious, adventurous way, like I mentioned before.  It's all
about sexuality, not about friendship or affection. That was three days
ago, and now I'm half drunk outside the House Of Blues and there he is
across the street. Wednesday he'd mentioned someone named Franklin... could
the older man with him be he? Coincidence isn't a strong enough word for
this... "bizarre" doesn't cover it either. Alan's wearing jeans and a
dungaree jacket with a Red Sox cap on his recently buzzed head.  His small
round rimless eyeglasses gleam in the neon lights of the bars and I see
that his five or six days growth of beard is making him appear more like
the sexy Alan I'm hooked-on. The man with Alan, who probably is Franklin,
is rocking thick, over-sized black, horn-rimmed eyeglasses that make his
large nose look like the joke-store fake nose and glasses combo kids buy to
wear on Halloween. He's wearing brown corduroy pants that are too long and
drag on the ground, hiding his footwear. A nondescript sweatshirt completes
his outfit.  The man is bald except for a horseshoe of closely cropped
hairs around the sides and back... it's the kind of bald head that seems to
shine from natural oil, or sweat, or something. Like I mentioned, not an
attractive man... me being kind about that appraisal.

Blowing smoke from my mouth and nose simultaneously, I muster-up enough
common sense to turn away and not call attention to myself, but it's too
late; Alan saw me. He shouts over, "Newman! Over here!" so I turn to look
at him and see he's waving his hand that I should come to him... oh, fuck!
Walking across the street, then up towards him, I'm trying to decipher how
I really feel about this chance meeting, except I'm still too boozed-up to
think straight. When I get close to Alan it's obvious to me he's been
drinking too, his body's swaying, bumping into the old bald man who's
staring at me with an expression of... of what? Disapproval, contempt? I
don't know, but I'm not feeling positive vibes from him, that's for sure.
Alan's more animated than I've ever seen him as he excitedly says to his
companion, "Franklin! This is Dylan Newman, the boy I've been telling you
about; the one who's totally infatuated with me."  Then he turns to me and
gets an arm around my neck pulling me into him, asking, "Aren't you
infatuated with me, Newman?" Franklin shrieks, "Allie!  For christs sakes,
get control of yourself!" Alan is contrite, "I'm sorry, Franklin... it's
just such a coincidence, that's the thing ya know. I was telling you about
him and he appears out of thin air." Alan is holding the side of my face
against his and I notice his whiskers seem stiffer than I remembered them
being... maybe they get softer when they've grown out more. My hands are
lightly placed on Alan's body, one on his stomach, the other on his side.
I try for cool, muttering, "Yo, dude, wassup?' which makes Alan laugh, and
the old man scoff and mutter something under his breath. Alan says to me,
"Nothings up," then he gives my forehead a long wet kiss before letting me
loose, saying, "What are you doing around here, Newman?"  Wiping my
forehead where he kissed me, I begin telling about the House of Blues party
and the FM radio station, but halfway through the story Franklin butts in
with, "Allie sweetheart, we need to go if we're going to have time for you
know what."  Alan again gets excited, "Do ya think we can include Dylan,
Franklin?" Franklin quickly kills that idea, "Don't be ridiculous, he's too
young. Let's go!"  Alan pulls me to him again as Franklins exhales noisily,
apparently disturbed. Another kiss from Alan, then his lips to my ear to
whisper, "Don't mind my boyfriend, he gets jealous if I show an interest in
anyone but him.  He keeps me busy though, heh heh... but never mind that,
I'm gonna help you real soon, so feel free to let your imagination go
wild...heh heh... and, oh yeah, buy a good condom, okay?"  He's drunk
alright. I don't think he even realizes what he's saying. Not that I'm much
soberer, I go, "Oh, okay, Mr. Snyder.  When, um... you know, do you have a
time frame in mind?"  He slurs, "Naahh, fuck time frames, just be ready..."
Franklin's pulling Alan away from me now, saying, "Goddammit, we gotta go!"
and off they go with only Alan looking back at me.  I watch them until
losing them in the crowd, but it looked to me like Franklin was chastising
Alan as they walked off... and, did he spank Alan on the ass a couple of
times, or was he just goosing him? Weird! Turning around to go back inside
the House Of Blues, I appreciate the nice humming stiffy in my shorts.
Alan does that to me somehow and, ya know, considering I shot off a healthy
load of spunk less than an hour ago I'm kinda proud of this stiffy.  I get
my hand in my pocket to polish it a little as I'm entering the club, and
that'll give you a clue as to how fucked-up I still am.

Back inside I'm determined to face the music and so, without even having a
lie to explain my absence, I head back to the concert venue where I
discover the concert is over. "Uh oh," I say to myself, and snicker
foolishly.  Walking aimlessly around I'm asking total strangers where
everyone is suppose to go after the concert and I finally bumble my way
into a large conference area marked, "LOVIN's Mercedes Benz... ...  PRIVATE
FUNCTION".  Ah ha! I've discovered where I'm suppose to be just like I knew
what I was doing. To impress the guy at the door, I try acting sober,
saying, "I'm here with a friend of a friend of the dealer's daughter,
and..." the man mumbles, "Good for you, pal," and heads over to the bar.
Realizing he's just a random guest, I say out-loud, "Oops, he's not a
bouncer," and head for the bar where I see Robby and Christina near the
front of the line. Butting in line next to them sets off a flurry of
grumbling, as well as, "Dylan! You finally show up! Where ya been, dude?"
Instead of offering some weak excuse, I go for a strong offensive move,
challengingly asking, "Where have I been? Where the hell has everyone been?
I've been left alone all evening! I even went outside looking for someone,
anyone... it's like I've been abandoned."  Robby gives me a little hug,
saying, "I don't know, we thought you were with Rose, where is she anyway?"
I go, "We got separated and there's so many goddamn people here it's
impossible to find anybody."  Christina snorts, then says, "Well, ya found
us! How lucky are we." I hiccup, and go, "Sarcasm is such fun, ain't it?"
but I don't add the word 'bitch' at the end of my poignant comment,
although I almost did and Robby's snickering because he knows I almost
did. Then I ask, "Where's Chubby and Sam?"... they don't know where they
are either.  Realizing I'm acting like a drunk, but not being able to do
anything about it, I say to Robby, "Guess who I ran into outside?" He asks,
"Who?" and I tell him about meeting Alan Snyder in front of the Cask n'
Flagon, but not about the hug or the kisses. I mention Alan's old
companion, but without specifically mentioning the word 'gay'... that's
just too complicated for me to handle tonight. Robby isn't all that
interested in Alan Snyder, or Alan's baldheaded companion, so the story
peters out when Christina says, "This looks like a cash bar, ya better get
your wallet out Rob 'cause my purse is at the table.

At this section of the party they serve anyone who wants one an adult
beverage without an argument regarding underage status.  It is a cash bar,
five dollars a drink, but the money's going to the Jimmy Fund so ya don't
mind paying for it too much. I get a can of Budweiser, Robby and Christina
both get something called sno-cones... I don't know, or even care, what
they are.  They're at a table they're sharing with two middle age couples
who are drunker than me. After introductions, I get into a discussion with
the adults about older people, I'm telling them about my great uncle Harold
who's eighty-two years old. I slur my words telling then what my great
uncle says when people ask him what he does now that he's retired all these
years, he says this: "Well.. I'm fortunate to have a chemical engineering
background and one of the things I'm able to do, and enjoy doing a lot, is
converting beer, wine, and whiskey into urine.  I do it every day and
really have myself a good time with it."  The two couples stare back at me
with vacant eyes, and then later we're into a hot discussion about nuking
Iran... they're all for it, but I'm more cautious, suggesting, "Maybe they
could all get together for brunch and discuss possibilities other than
nuclear war, ya know? I'm just sayin'." As the couples exchange glances, I
spot Chubby heading our way with a big grin on his face.  He comes right up
to me and hugs around my neck, then kisses my cheek, before asking Robby,
"Where the fuck you guys been?" then to me, he asks, "Where the fuck's
Rose?' and one of the middle age men stands, and says to Chubby, "Watch
your language, young man! Where do you think you are?" Frowning, I'm
looking at the man, who swaying on his feet next to Robby's chair, but as
far as Chubby's concerned the man doesn't even exist.  Without missing a
beat, Chubby says to us, "Bring your drinks, Samantha and I are at a
 smaller party upstairs with guys closer to our own age, ya know?" and then
he does look over at the man who just told him to watch his mouth, and he
says to the guy, using an awful Southern accent, but with a beautiful smile
on his face, "How ya all doing?  You all having a nice time? Oh, FYI,
there's a waltz coming up soon, and then a square dance after that, so you
all get to rock out!!" I do my fake cough as Robby rolls his eyes and he,
Christina, and me get up to follow Chubby out the door and down the
corridor.  Chubby's talking to us over his shoulder, the confrontation
already totally forgotten, "You can get lost in this place!" Chubby's a
little blasted, but I'm probably the only one who can tell 'cause he
probably seems sober to others. It's the way he's walking that gives him
away to me... and the terrible Southern accent a little bit too. Christina
says to me, "You smell like pot! Where'd you smoke it, can we get some?"
I'm like, "Nah. I was looking for Rose outside and ran into a guy I know
from school who's a pot head, so we had a few friendly joints...  he's gone
now though." In her lady-like way, she mutters, "Shit!"

Chubby's takes us to a smaller party, although there's still about a
hundred people there; all of them, according to the sign, are invited
guests of "Dennis Marks... The River 92.5 Sales Director." As we're sitting
down at the table, I ask, "How'd ya get invited to this party?" and Chubby
goes, "I bullshit my way in telling the guy I'm looking for my old man
who's a big advertiser on the station." I nod my head like that makes
perfect sense and check the room to see if I recognize anybody, and come up
empty with that.  My beer taste like bad breath, by the way. Nobody knows
were Rose went and even Samantha is apologizing to me now, "Sorry she
hooked up with someone else and dumped you, sorry 'bout that, Dylan. It's
not the way Rose usually behaves." I make a face like, what are ya gonna
do, as I'm thinking, "Can I believe this shit? It's like I'm the victim
here... ha ha ha!"  Taking the high road, I go, "That's alright, she's such
a hot chick... maybe she needs someone a little more exciting than me."
Chubby and Robby snort out a laugh because they know damn well I'm thrilled
Rose got lost.  Then the DJ calls for one of those ridiculous line dances
in which no real guy would ever participate, but females of all ages can't
resist the urge to join in.  Rose and Samantha squeal and run over to join
the other woman and the few un-real guys in attendance, all eager to follow
the DJ's instructions of when and what to do in the line dance.  Robby
takes this opportunity to hold my hand, beaming at me as he says, "Guess
what? Christina's gay! She didn't require anything from me except a few
laughs." I slur, "Did ya tell her we're gay?" and he goes, "Nah, I didn't
do that because I'm on the baseball team and I want to scope out how the
guys feel about a gay teammate.  You know, like I told you about before..."
In my fucked-up condition I'm frowning again, wondering why he's talking
about baseball...

The night finally ends for us when Christina receives a drunken text from
Rose asking where she can meet up with us. She comes staggering in five
minutes later and Samantha, looking pissed-off and disgusted, said, "We'd
better go before one of us," and she's looking at Rose, "Hurls and
embarrasses me and daddy further." Rose looks at her, burps, then asks,
"Where the fuck's the bar?" On the way out Rose is hanging on me saying how
sorry she is we got separated, but that this big hot stud sorta kidnapped
her and she isn't gonna tell me what I missed out on unless I make her...
like I give a shit. Then in the car, with Robby driving again, Rose asks
me, "What's the worst blind date ya ever been on, Dylan?" and she follows
up her question with a series of hiccups, each one dangerously close to
bringing up her stomach's contents.  I mumble, "I think I'll take the
'fifth' on that question, Rose." She falls asleep halfway home and it's
quiet in the pickup after that.  We aren't following Chubby home so we get
lost, but finally find our way through the trial and error method... it's
gotta be trial and error 'cause we're sure as shit not gonna ask a stranger
for directions. By the time we drop the girls off it's almost two in the
morning but when we get to the apartment I still insist on taking a
shower. Robby just waves his hand, like "whatever" so I use the hall
bathroom for my shower and he brushes his teeth and does his other bathroom
stuff in our bedroom's bathroom. Robby's sound asleep when I finish
showering and as I'm getting into bed with him I hear Chubby staggering in
the front door.  He goes directly into the hall bathroom that I just
vacated. Under normal circumstances I might try some sabotage with Chubby,
like crawling under his bed to wait for him to finish in the bathroom, then
scare the living shit out of him by reaching out and grabbing his foot when
he climbing into bed; you know, try to get him to pee his pajamas or
something, but tonight I'm too tired for games so I'll let him get to bed
safely.

Laying in bed, hoping for sleep, I'm thinking how, all in all, the party
sucked, and the extra curricular stuff was unique and unexpected, but kind
of creepy too.  And I haven't the slightest interest in ever seeing Philip
again.  Maybe the way he dismissed me has something to do with that, I
really don't know or care the exact reason, it's just how I feel about
it. Now, with Alan, it's a little different story: I do have this crazy
desire to explore sexual matters with the older-looking, bearded
Alan. That's weird, ain't it? And it's weirder than weird how I ran into
him tonight... it's almost like an omen.  I mean, my only two sexual
experiences with older men and both men were in close proximity of each
other without them knowing it... not that they'd probably care one way or
the other anyway.  Hmmm, make that three experiences with older men now
that I think about it 'cause I gotta include Mohawk man in that group, but
with him I didn't have much control of the situation... he's in a class by
himself.  But, man, so is Philip... he's really different too, but then, so
is Alan.  Alan's the only one turning me on at the moment though, and I
wonder why that is? One mystery after another. Before Chubby comes out of
the bathroom I fall asleep... I do so without an answer to my query about
why Alan interest me, and then I know nothing about anything until I wake
up Sunday at twelve-thirty in the afternoon.

It's a hangover day and all three of us awaken a little cranky. I have an
afternoon shift at Stop & Shop which means I've got to get my act
together. Robby has a seven-till-closing nighttime shift later today so we
won't see much of each other, although he is dropping me off for my shift,
and then Chubby will pick me up when it's over. During the ride to work
Robby's talking in a monotone about starting our study-outlines for midterm
exams, which begin Wednesday. Robby will work on outlines this afternoon
and I'll finish them when I get home tonight. Midterms are on Wednesday and
Thursday, and then we have off Good Friday and we're home for Easter
weekend. A four day week follows, and then Spring break, which I have no
plans for.  Robby will be on vacation with his family at the Grand Canyon
and Chubby's working all week for his old girlfriend's father. I'm on my
own with no plans, which sucks. Connor's a no go because he has no money,
and neither do I really, so it looks like a bummer.  Kind of sad too
because Spring Break has kind of a wild and crazy feel to it, but I guess
that's for the rich kids. All the time Robby's explaining what he thinks we
should do about the midterm study guides, I'm mostly thinking about the
spring break fiasco and then wondering if Alan will be at work today, and
how it might be awkward when we first see each other. Funny thing is, it
isn't clear to me if I hope he's there, or not.  My head's still screwed-up
from the hangover created by the vodka and pot combination so nothing's all
that clear to me at the moment. Pulling into the parking lot, Robby says,
"Were you listening to me, Dylan?" and I go, "Sure...  you do some outlines
and I do what's left." He parks way on the other side of the building, all
the while contemplatively biting on his lower lip, then he says, "Do ya
think you could suck me off before work, Dylan? I got a terrible hangover
and I'm feeling like crap and you sucking my dick would really get me
headed towards recovery... that, plus about three more hours of sleep." I'm
looking at him like he's insane, and he adds, "My system can't process the
booze, or something!" I go, "Suck you off here? You want me to suck you off
in broad daylight?" Robby blows out an exasperated breath, then quietly
says, "I tried to make it voluntary... you know, you helping out your
boyfriend. But, if I need to I'll just insist you do it 'cause I'm the
dominant one, right?" I wish he wouldn't always end that particular
declarative sentence making it sound like a question.  Still, I like the
thought, so I go with it, "Are you ordering me to suck you off, is that
what you're saying?" and he says, "Just get to it," which I really like the
sound of... very bossy.  Instead of telling him, "Good job!" I mutter,
"Yes, Robby," and his chest seems to swell, as he says, "Go ahead, take it
out and suck my cock!" Wow, I like that! Hangover or no hangover my dick
squirms around in my pants and starts getting stiff as I again mutter,
"Yes, Robby," undoing my seat belt.  He's looking into my eyes and it's a
wonderful thing feeling the way I feel about him and working together with
him so beautifully with the sub/dom game. He does it mostly for me, but
overall he tries to please me in so many ways other than just that, and
funny thing is, he actually pleases me the most when he isn't trying
to... like now, he needs his dick sucked and he's taking charge and getting
what he wants. So that's hot!

Leaning over I lay the side of my face on his lap, through his jeans I feel
his slightly stiff four inch cock against my cheek... it's mushing against
his balls. Robby orders, "Take it out! You don't have much time... you'll
be late for work." I smile at his bossiness and pull down the zipper of his
jeans, and then stick my nose inside... "Ahhhhh!"  that's Robby's scent
alright, and he didn't shower last night which makes it stronger. My finger
goes inside his underpants' fly and pulls out his cock, then I fish around
with two fingers to drag his nuts outside the fly too. First thing I do is
lots of licking on his scrotum. He's starting to grow a few hairs on his
balls, which I always lick flat against the skin because that's the look I
like best. Looking up, I see Robby's head is back on the seat, his eyes
closed.  I say, "When baseball season's over will you let me shave your
pubic hairs?" Without opening his eyes, he says, "We'll see," and I love
that answer!  It's like, if I'm good, maybe he'll let me shave his pubes.
Hee hee, this is so awesome! Robby's getting really good at the bossy
stuff.  It's sure perking me up so I try licking under his scrotum but
underpants get in the way and I settle for getting both his nuts inside my
mouth, then suck on them until Robby's squirming on the seat, his fingers
pulling gently at my hair as he grunts quietly. His cock gets real hard
laying against my nose; so, with his nuts dripping with saliva, I push them
out of my mouth with my tongue and engulf his cock, then take it right into
my throat as Robby lifts his ass off the seat, "Ahh, ohhh, fuck! Thanks
good..." Bobbing my head on his boner causes the head to pop in and out of
my throat.  His boner is a only tad more than four inches long when it's
this hard so just the head passes my gag reflect area, but it's apparently
a mighty erotic stimulation for him because Robby always gets wicked
turned-on when I deep throat him. Tasting precum I pull back and use my
tongue, lips, and cheeks to suck on his boner the same way I suck in my
mouth after swallowing a delicious Hersey's miniature chocolate... the
little chocolate bar has been chewed up and swallowed, but the taste
remains and I suck in my cheeks, lick my lips, and swirl my tongue all at
the same time, fully enjoying the aftertaste, and that's how I'm sucking
Robby's cock, like it's chocolate aftertaste. He's hopping off the seat as
more precum drools from his cock, which I immediately suck down my
throat. That boy produces a lot of precum!  Robby's making gurgling sounds
in his throat now, and hopping and sliding on the seat; then, using both
hands, he pushes my face tight against his crotch and humps his hips in a
fast rabbit face-fuck, rapidly popping the head of his boner in and out of
my throat as I'm going, "Ahh ahh ahh! with every penetration. My cock is so
hard it's nearly splitting the skin on the head near the pee slit. I'm
rubbing it through my jeans as fast as Robby's fucking my throat, then the
stream of cum from Robby's hard organ pours down my throat as he's yelling,
"Jeeeeeez! Ohh goddddddammit!' then another shorter stream as he keeps my
face pressed against him, his pubic hairs on my lips and against my teeth
and up my nose. Short little humps off the seat now as little squirts of
spunk shoot against the roof of my mouth and down my throat... then he
relaxes back onto the seat, going, "Ooooooh, maaaan! That rocked, Dylan!"
and he's got a fistful of my hair pulling my head off his lap and up
towards his face.  Leaning down to me, he kisses my mouth, then we both
kiss with a lot of tongue action and I feel precum leak into my pants, but
Robby pulls away before I have an orgasm, "Thanks, Dylan! You're the
perfect boyfriend! I'm so lucky, and I love you so much!"  Another quick
kiss, then he adds, "But you got two minutes to punch-in or that dweeb Alan
Snyder will dock you."

I'm thinking, "Dweeb?? Surely you jest!"  as we do a hasty 'goodbye kiss'
and I'm jogging across the parking lot to the main entrance, by boner
scraping against my boxer shorts.  Some days I wear boxers and some days
jockey, it just depends what's clean and what's handy. I like both types of
underpants; in fact, I like underpants, period. Swishing saliva around in
my mouth, trying to resurrect the taste of Robby's spunk, thinking, "Ooh,
how I wish I could' have gotten my rocks off like Robby did, but time ran
out on us..." Then, I come to a quick halt 'cause there's Alan working with
a new kid in the parking lot.  Alan's showing the new kid how to line up
the carts and all of sudden I feel funny about Alan and me last night, even
more so than the expected awkwardness... not that I did anything wrong, or
that he did anything especially wrong.  It's more that Alan was drunk and
acted affectionate to me in front of his grumpy boyfriend, Franklin, and
now he's sober so maybe he'll be embarrassed about that drunken behavior of
last night and somehow take it out on me.  That's what some guys do, ya
know. Oh man, I'm checking out the new kid too, and from here he looks
cute, but maybe too small for the job. He's only about five-feet three or
four inches tall, and so fucking skinny it's ridiculous; thinner than
Rajon.  Thinking of Rajon makes me put my hand in my pocket and adjust my
pecker as I continue staring at Alan and the new kid.  Alan's back is to
me, but the new kid is staring right back at me. His face is whiter than
even Connor's, and his long curly blond hair is striking... most girls
would love to have hair like that, but it probably looks more blond than it
actually is because it's contrasted with this kid's complexion. Albino
might be in play here except the kids white cheeks are mostly big blotches
of rosy red color, looking more red than they actually are because of his
white-on-white skin. Robby and Dodger have small rosy blotches on their
cheek bones that looks healthy and attractive, but this kid's cheeks look
like he's been into his mother's make-up and used too much dark red-shaded
blush. I need to walk past them to get inside so I start up again with the
new kid watching me every step of the way. The closer I get the more it
becomes apparent this new kid isn't really cute after-all, but that
shouldn't be a surprise as the vast majority of boys can't qualify for
full-blown "CUTE!"  On the other hand, that same vast majority of teenage
boys has something cute about them, maybe even a few cute things, but
cuteness like Rajon, Chubby, or Connor and Robby is rare. This new kid was
not blessed with especially good 'appearance' genes, his facial features
aren't attractive and they just don't go together. He's not ugly, I'm not
saying that.  In fact, at first glance you might think "cute", like I did,
but that's mostly because of his diminutive size, and pretty blond, curly
hair.  A second look will probably correct your first impression, but he's
not ugly. With the poor kid being way too small, and strange looking, I'll
bet anything he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a manhole cover.

When I'm almost up to them, the new kid holds up his hand to Alan, like,
'Just a minute', and says, "Excuse me for a second, Alan." He's got this
smooth, confident voice that sorta takes me by surprise because with all
the handicaps he's dealing with, size and looks-wise, I'da thought he'd be
shy. Alan stops talking, kind of taken aback at the kids audacity, then he
looks around and sees me, as the new kid's yelling at me, "Why don'ya take
a fuckin' picture, it'll last longer!" And, he says it in a very
aggressive, challenging, and arrogant manner which further totally
contradicts his appearance.  I knew I was right about the chip on the
shoulder... it had to be, you know, because of all the negatives this dudes
got going for him. I reply, "Say what?" and the kid snaps back, "You heard
me!" Alan's looking a little frazzled, and I don't mean because of the
exchange between the new kid and me, I mean frazzled as in 'hungover!'  He
says, "Knock it off, guys!" then to me, "Meet Cory Dunlevy... Cory, this is
Dylan Newman." We touch fist lightly, mumbling, "Yo," with the kid staring
hard at me.  Alan tells me, "Go check in and then come out here to work
with Cory...  show him what to do about collecting the carriages and all
that. And, Dylan, remember how I showed you the right way to do it last
night... er, I mean, last week." So, he's thinking about last night
too... heh heh.  I say, "Sure thing Mr. Snyder," and start jogging away,
hearing the new kid say, "Mr. Snyder? he calls you Mr. Snyder,?" Alan
starts with, "Yes, it's a sign of respect that most of you younger..." but
that's all I hear because I'm through the front automatic doors now.

After checking in and getting a yellow bib to wear for parking lot duty, I
trot back out and bump into Alan who's coming in.  He pulls me aside,
saying, "Okay, Dylan, we were both a little tooted-up last night, but that
don't mean I'm gonna forget about letting you explore your crush on me.  I
just can't do it today... I'm off work in an hour and I can't wait to
crash... I need about six more hours of sleep." I go, "Oh, sure,
Mr. Snyder," as a strangest urge comes over me; I need to touch the
whiskers on his chin. I go, "Excuse me, Mr.  Snyder, but you have something
sticking...." and I reach up and brush the back of my fingers against his
whiskers, my cock boning up as I do it. He goes, "What? What was it?" I
mumble, "Oh, just some lint," and he absently brushes his palm across his
face, saying, "You've got a shift here Wednesday night, it's your last
night on the schedule for two weeks." I interrupt explaining, "It's spring
break, I got the time off for that." He goes, "Whatever...  we'll do a
little project, just you and me in the warehouse Wednesday." I'm nodding my
head feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Then he sends me off,
telling me to train Cory. He's walking inside then, but stops to say,
"Don't forget the condom... I'm gonna make Wednesday night special for
you." I nod my head numbly, almost hypnotized again, and he goes, "Well,
what do you have to say, Newman?" and if I didn't know better it seems as
though he's mocking me, instead of the other way around. My eyes dart
around wondering what he's talking about, then it comes to me, "Um, thank
you, Mr.  Snyder... I, ah, thanks..." He makes this face I can't determine
the meaning of, nods his head, then leans in to say, "I told ya I'd help
you out. What'd ya think of my boyfriend, Franklin, last night? Huh? Huh?
Hot macho stud is what he is, and he's done right by me so I'm passing it
forward to you.  Huh?" His eyes are open wide and he's nodding his head,
again in a mocking manner, like he's expecting something from me, so I
mutter, "Oh, wow... um, thank you, Mr. Snyder..." although I don't know
what the fuck I'm thanking him for, or if we're even in the same
conversation anymore. Alan gets stern again, and says, "Alright, enough of
your goofing off, get to work!" and he stalks off like he's pissed-off at
something. He can change moods faster than anyone I know. Okay, I got a job
to do... where's that wiseass, Cory?

I find wise-ass Cory working hard lining-up the shopping carts in all the
wrong ways, in groups of four, side by side, head to head... WTF?  I go,
"Ah, excuse me, Cory, but what are you doing?" He stops, turns around, and
says, "I'll be upfront with you, I don't like, um... let me be PC about
this, I don't like gays. They might be awesome people, although I doubt it,
but the visual in my head of one dude sticking his dick up another dude's
ass, or worse yet... sticking his tongue up somebody's a-hole, is
disturbing, to put it mildly, so I don't think I'll be able to continue
working here and, therefore, your question of "what I'm doing?" is
pointless!" Surprisingly I'm not offended, ignoring the gay reference and
the fact that he says he's not gonna be working here, I explain and then
demonstrate the correct way to retrieve shopping carriages, "You're suppose
to hook-up twenty carriages, one fitting into the back of the other, and
then push the whole swerving line in through the automatic doors, and then
go out for more." Cory looks at me without talking for a second, then asks,
"You agree with a gay life style, do ya?" I say, "Straight couples do the
same things with asses you mentioned gays doing, ya know?" and he says,
"Not many, dude! Just some sickos." I shrug, and ask, "You know many gay
people, do ya?" and he hocks a luggie on the ground, then says, "No, thank
God!" I go, "Well, if ya don't know any, how can you be so sure they're so
bad, and anyway, being gay is a condition, not a behavior." Cory furrows
his brow, "What the fuck's that mean?" I say, "Gays have no choice in the
matter, they're born gay." I start to light a cigarette and Cory says,
"Would ya mind not smoking, I've got some breathing problems." Dropping the
cigarette back in the box, I mumble, "Sure... ya wanna do these carts or
not?" He asks, "Don't you mind working for a gay guy?" and it dawns on me
he's talking about Alan, not me.  I'd just assumed he meant me. Shaking my
head, I say, "I don't pay attention to stuff like that.  Color, race,
religion, sexual orientation, or anything else... unless the person's an
asshole, then no matter about any of that other stuff, I don't like him,
but it's because he's an asshole, not the other stuff. He asks, "You think
I'm an asshole?" I go, "Not yet..." and he nods his head, "Well, I do need
the money and you seem okay, so I'll give it a try," then he adds a quiet,
"Thanks for listening to my ranting," I mumble, "Okay, no problem,' and he
says, "Will ya help me with these carts?" and I say, "Sure," and that's
what I do.

We work together all shift without me asking him how he knew Alan was gay.
The first six months I worked with Alan I was positive he was straight, and
that's even though I had my playful fantasies about him 'doing
me'. Obviously, the other unasked question I have for Cory is how come he
can accurately pick-out Alan as gay, but totally whiff with me? A lot of
weirdness in my life the last month or so, but it's sorta interesting
too. Cory's a pretty good kid once he lets his defense mechanism down a
little and, except for not being able to smoke, I enjoyed being with him.
He's a senior in high school, just barely getting through.  No father at
home and I get the feeling money's a big problem for him, his mother and
his two sisters. Jesus, girls... I wonder how small his sisters are?
Anyway, Cory made the rest of my work day pass quickly, and by the end of
our shift I'd managed to identify, even though he's already flunked the
ultimate cute test, five specific cute aspects of Cory's otherwise un-cute
appearance. His blond hair is awesome for one point in his favor and, yes,
hair can be cute! Next, his front two teeth are slightly longer than the
others on either side giving him a little-boy-look when he smiles, so his
front teeth are the second cute thing. His smile is the third and it's
helped a lot by the teeth situation but dimples play a huge part too, and
then his ass is the forth cute thing... bubble butts on his tiny body... a
very hot ass!  Okay, I'm anticipating the fifth cute thing, his cock... I
mean, everything is tiny on him and I'm hoping his cock is too... that'd be
cute and different. You know, I could get his cock and balls in my mouth at
the same time! So, as soon as I'm able to verify his penis' cuteness it'll
be official: five distinctively cute things about Cory Dunlevy.  That's
above average, by the way, and today's only the first time I've had an
opportunity to ogled him, so I may uncover more in coming shifts.  He
seemed to like me quite a bit by the end of the day, so that proves he's
capable of liking a gay boy. Of course, I did use my 100 watt smile on him
which is most likely what won him over.  Wonder how long it'll take me to
get in his pants?

Chubby's late picking me up after work, so Cory and I shoot the shit about
sports while we wait in the parking lot for our rides.  His mom finally
picks him up in an old Volkswagen and it's apparent Cory's a little
embarrassed about that, but I'm not sure if it's because it's because his
mom is picking him up like a little kid getting picked-up after school, or
because his mom's car is so old and beat up, it's like a jalopy.  I feel
bad for him even if he is a temporary homophobe. I say 'temporary
homophobe' because I intend helping him correct that.  Chubby picks me up
five minutes later and we me eat dinner at Fuddruckers, after which we're
gonna be spending the rest of the night at the apartment preparing for
midterms. Back at the apartment my midterm prep is interrupted around nine
o'clock by a call from Willie Worthington.  He's called, text, and emailed
me regularly since visiting me in person some weeks ago, but he's a senior
at prep school and there's lots of graduation preparation and testing and
senior trips etc. etc. to keep him busy at school, which is the reason he
hasn't visited me again in person. I don't know for sure if I think that's
a good thing or a bad thing. Willie seems like a changed person in some
ways, but I detect many of the same personality traits he's always shown,
even though they're muted. Actually, I'm glad to recognize these traits
because, after all, he was my first true love and I still love him in a
way, I'm just not in love with him any more.  With Robby and me trying a
more open relationship now I kind of want to see Willie again, but I'm more
or less waiting for Willie to suggest it.  Robby's already reluctantly said
he's good with it, so it's up to Willie now. I click on the 'talk' key and
say, "Hiya, Willie... thanks for calling me", and he says, "Dang, that's
nice of you to say, Dylan... you're very polite, did anyone ever tell you
that?" I go, "I'm kinda studying for midterms so I don't have much time,
and I only tell you that as just a heads-up in case you wanted to just
shoot the breeze which I like to do with you except, ya know...." and I'm
running out of gas by the time I finish by saying, "midterms are coming."
Why do I ramble like that? It's because Willie kinda makes me nervous some
times.  Oh, I don't mean like I'm afraid of him, he's one of the last
people in the world I'd be afraid of, it's just he can get so intense where
I'm concern it unnerves me... that's a better word, "unnerve". Willie says,
"Oh man, I'm studying for finals myself. Um, I'll make it short
then... ah," then he clears his throat, before going on, "What I wanted to
ask you is, well... ah, could you, I mean, would you go with me to Key
West? It's my graduation trip from father, and it's the week you have
spring break, so... would you please be my date, I mean, my guest?"  I'm
flabbergasted again! We haven't been out together in nine months and the
first thing he asks me to do, on what would be our first 'date' back
together, is go to Key West with him! I gulp, then stammer, "Wha..? Key
wha, Key West, ya mean Florida?" He goes, "Please say yes, it's only for
five days and you'll be the one who decides everything. We can have
separate rooms if you want.  I just want a chance to win you back, and I
don't mean take you away from your boyfriend, just make you a friend of
mine again." I go, "You're already a friend of mine," and Willie goes on to
use his skillful persuasive ways to get me to eventually say, "Maybe".  He
assured me all expensive are covered by his father. He tells me how Andy
was suppose to go with him, but Willie refuses to go through with that
because Andy dumped him a couple months ago, and now Andy just wants a free
trip to Key West, "As friends,".  Willie asks me to make up my mind by
Friday so he'll have time to ask another boy if I turn him down.  It's
sweet he still has a 'thing' for me, and I miss him too, but Robby might
feel a trip with Willie for almost a week is a bit much. I'm not sure I'll
even ask him about it.

By the time Robby gets home from his shift we're both too tired to mess
around, but we have a late class tomorrow so Monday morning we're relaxing
in bed laying together after a great night's sleep. Robby's pretending to
continue sleeping while I'm doing little licks across his lips. After a bit
he grabs hold of my nuts in his fist and quietly says, "Okay, you want to
act like a cat licking a bowl of milk, you can lick my titties now," so, to
keep my nuts from getting crushed, I lift up his pajama top and lick his
nipples until they're sticking straight out from his well developed
hairless chest.  "Now under my arms," he says, then laughs, "Just kidding!"
I pretend to lick there and notice a rare hint of BO and I remember he
skipped showering yesterday.  He says, "Lets get naked," so I hop out of
bed and take off my pajama bottoms and T-shirt, then get back under the
covers. Crisp, clean sheets feel soooo good on my naked skin, particularly
my bare ass, cock, and balls.  It's fun being naked in bed! I ask, "Hey,
how come we don't sleep naked?" and Robby climbs back under the covers,
mumbling, "I don't know... maybe 'cause it's cold in the winter," and he
wraps me in his arms, our bodies touching from head to toe.  Crisp, clean
sheets feel good, but Robby's naked skin against mine feels way better,
it's a luxurious, luscious feeling and we squirm against one another, my
arms going around his neck. His firm youthful skin, and the hidden muscles
that become obvious when I'm against him, send chills down my spine and a
buzzing to my dick. What a thrill to feel his wonderful body next to mine
and shortly I need to hold back an embarrassing moan of pleasure, then
squirm against him some more as my dick bones up tight. My lips against his
ear, "I love, love, love you, Robby! I'm never gonna ever love anyone else
like I love you." He turns his head and kisses me, saying , "I love, love,
love you more than you love me! I've always love you more and always will!"
I go, "Did anyone ever mention to you that you're a tiny bit competitive?"
He says, "No, no ones ever told me that," and he wrestles me onto my back
and reaches behind his neck to pull my arms off, telling me, "Just lay
there a second." Then he's sliding his arms under my thighs and lifting my
legs, saying, "Get your feet up in the air, Dylan, and wrap your arms
around your legs to keep them out of my way.  I'm gonna fuck you real good
and prove I love you more than you love me." I lift my legs and hold them
up with my arms, "Spread 'em," he says. Then he chuckles, "You can bend
your knees if you want, ha ha ha, you don't have to keep your feet sticking
up at the ceiling."  I bend my knees and spread my legs as far as I can
comfortably do it.  Robby says, "Okay, good... roll up on your back a
little so your asshole is readily accessible to me," I mutter, "Oh
brother!" but roll my ass up in the air, "Hold it right there," he says,
and hops out of bed.

Three seconds later he's got the lubricating jelly from the bedside table,
explaining, "I've been doing you raw for months, but as a special treat, to
prove how much I love you, I'm gonna use lots of lubricant." I ask, "Do I
need to hold in this awkward position all day?" Robby's trying to get the
cap off the tube but we haven't used it for so long it's dried shut so he
uses his back teeth to twist it off, then says, "Yes, you need to stay just
like that." He comes over and adds, "And because you keep asking me
questions you're gonna get a spanking too." He swats my bare ass with his
hand a few times, his dick swinging as he's swinging his hand and
connecting on my ass cheek, "SMACK!" the third one on the same spot really
stings, and I yell, "Goddammit!" but he gives me two more, and I'm positive
he's covering-up a laugh by imitating one of my fake coughs. He climbs back
up on the bed, saying, "You be good or you'll get another spanking!  Now
here's some nice creamy jelly for your nice asshole," and his finger slides
inside me easy and slippery like.  Feels good going all the way in up to
the knuckle. More slipper lube is pushed inside me and the memory of all
our early easy sliding fucks is so sweet, I say, "This is a great idea,
Robby!"  He pulls his finger out, leaving my ass lips quivering, and lays
between my legs with his own legs out behind him... then, squirming up so
we're face to face, one of his hands holding him up on either side of my
chest, he asks, "Ready to be fucked, Dylan?" his mouth two inches from
mine. I try to say, "Absolutely," but it catches in my throat and I try
again, but come out with, "Robby," instead, and then his mouth covers mine
and we kiss, me still holding my legs back.  Our noses rub together as we
French kiss and then Robby sucks my tongue and my upper lip, then he licks
across my mouth and up the front of my nose like he does sometimes.  It's
all dreamy and I feel totally a part of my boyfriend and lover, Robby
Dickers... I almost feel like I'm him because I'm doing whatever he wants
me to and all I can smell or feel or see is him. I taste him too... he's
incapacitated me by getting me in this position and laying on me which is a
dominant move, so all systems are go as far as I'm concerned. When he's
done spreading his crystal clear, frothy spit on my face it's like a wet
mask covering my face... a mask made from Robby's salivary glands; a
present of water and enzymes for me from my boyfriend. My cock is pressed
against Robby's belly, not far from his hard four inch fireplug boner, and
it all feels so perfect I can't suppress a moan of pleasure, and again
murmur, "Robby...".

Moving his head away, breathing deeply, Robby asks, "Should I do a hickey
too?" There it is again... a question! He's suppose to take charge, not ask
me what to do... well, since he did ask, I go, "Um, not on my account," and
he sounds wicked disappointed, asking, "You don't like my hickeys?" so I
quickly change my tune, to, "Oh, no, I mean yeah, I want the hickey," and
he's like, "Really?"  I hate seeing him disappointed, so I go, "Ah, come
on, Robby, give it to me, please..." That did it, I can see him perk up as
he's mumbling, "Okay, if you really want it," and damn if he didn't do a
number on my neck. Ten minutes later a big hickey is standing out from my
neck, shiny with Robby's saliva and stinging like mad. I want to scream
'cause most of my hardon has evaporated by now, but I laugh at myself
instead; I mean, I'm the one who insists on being submissive, not Robby.
In the meantime Robby's looking so proud of himself, saying, "I don't know,
dude, but I don't think you're ever gonna find a boyfriend who can give you
a hickey like this one." I say, "Bullcrap! I already found one... you!" and
he kisses me without saying anything else except, real low, right in my
ear, "You ready to get fucked," and I quietly reply, "Oh yeah, Robby,
always with you."

Robby's feet are straight out behind him and he's just about laying on me,
like I said, so he only needs to adjust his boner, get the head of it
pushing at my anus and then let his hips fall slowly down on me and his
cock slides tightly up my ass. "Ahhgggg," I grunt, as it burns a little,
but the lube is a fantastic help.  Robby's crotch is laying snug against my
buttocks in three seconds flat; my rectum's working quickly to adjust
itself to accommodate Robby's fat, hard penis.  He wiggles his hips to
flatten my bubble butt and is able to slides his boner up inside me another
half inch. Letting out a long exhale, Robby leans down then and sucks my
tongue sending sensations slithering around my body, all hot and electric
and tantalizing... my whole ass quivers this time, itching to be fucked
hard. Robby's cock creates a wonderful filled-up feeling, but I have a
intense 'need' to be fucked sometimes, and this is one of those times so
I'm hoping he'll get right to it. "Fuck me, Robby... fuck me..." and he
does. He fucks me steadily with an expression of concentration on his face,
an expression that seems to change to pain the closer he gets to
climaxing. I'm humping off the bed awkwardly at his cock with each thrust
inside me, moving my ass left and right at the same time, trying for the
most contact on my prostate and as I'm continuing to moan with pleasure I
taste blood from biting my bottom lip too hard. What I'd really love to do
is scream at the top of my lungs yelling about how nothing feels as good as
being fucked up the ass by the boy I love, but that would be a tad over the
top so I settle for doing a grunting, groaning and moaning commentary, "Ooh
yeah, Robby... ahhh that's so good, ohh, right there, fuck me right there,
faster yes, yes, yes!" and it definitely has Robby motivated.  He even
opens his eyes and, gritting his teeth, picks up the speed plowing my ass
with his now-sweaty crotch smacking my buttocks, "Splat! Splat! Splat! and
it's sooooo awesome!!  It also brings-on Robby's orgasm faster and he
begins making squeaky noises, then with his eyes squeezed shut again, his
hips humping and his crotch slapping my ass cheeks he starts humping my
asshole harder and harder. I'm scrunching up my face, biting my lip again
while tightening my sphincter ring for all I'm worth.  Ecstasy!

As precum from my boner begins dripping on my belly, my forearms become
sweaty where they're holding my legs back and it's an intense wonderful
feeling that gets better and better and better until my head is wreathing
from side to side on the pillow as I'm letting out one long moan of
constant, yummy, pleasure... and then it's pleasure from another world,
pleasure beyond words, and I make a weird screeching sound even while I'm
consciously trying to keep it down, but the spunk pumping up from my nuts
shoots from my boned-up cock coming out in spurts creating an explosion of
sexual sensations from my ass and my cock then spreading out to sensitize
every nerve ending in my body and now there's no way I can stop myself from
screeching, "Eeee, ahhhh, eeeee, ooh, ohhhh!" Five wonderful shots of
creamy-white teen-boy cum... this orgasm has me bouncing on the bed, loving
the feeling up my ass, loving how my cock's dancing on it's own, and loving
my boyfriend so much there's no way to articulate it.  My hard penis
vibrates with delight as I try to get my hand around it, but Robby's belly
is covering it each time he drives his cock into me. Then Robby blows his
wad and my world is deliciously slippery and filled with erotic music and
too many sensations coming at me too fast to separate them. Robby's
pounding into my ass, cum flying all around my hole, sweat dripping from
his face... he's basically doing push-ups with a hand on either side of
me... push-ups with his cock connecting us together and generating more
pleasure then either of us can handle . But, as intense as the pleasure is,
it's fleeting too and the effort to generate it and enjoy it becomes
exhausting for both of us, especially Robby and he soon collapses on top of
me. I let go of my legs, which go around his waist as my arm go around his
shoulders, and I squeeze him against me, his cock slipping from my ass,
making us both go, "Ahhh, ooh," and then we lay together sweating, our
hearts hammering in our chests, our bodies tingling all over.

Robby's heart beat slowly returns to a normal rate and his breathing calms
down as well.  I love it when we get grungy like this, naked and sweaty,
spunk's between our stomachs and drooling out my ass... so hot!  After a
bit, Robby mutters, "I'm gonna miss you so much during spring break," I
say, "Me too," thinking this probably isn't a good time to ask him about me
going with Willie to Key West. He kisses the side of my neck and then
rustles around, his hand down between his legs and then, "Aaaah, yeaaah,
oooooh!" he slides his cock back up inside me and does gentle hip humps,
fucking me slowly this time. It takes the better part of a half hour's
worth of on-again, off-again fucking, never taking his hard cock from my
ass, before Robby exclaims, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." and he does too,
along with a full body shudder and lots of air expelling from his lungs,
then a shoulder shudder and it's squishy up my ass again.  Robby's licking
his lips and grunting quietly as he drives his cock up my slippery ass.
Then, a minute or so later, he pulls his cock out, muttering, "Sore,
Dylan... my pee pee is so sore." His sexual appetite totally satisfied now,
he's relaxed and acting silly.  I say, "My pee pee is still hard and
there's yucky stuff is in my marbles that wants to come out."  Robby
snickers and slides down the mattress until his feet are off the bed and
his head is at my crotch.  He gets my boner in his mouth and sucks me off
till I'm humping up off the mattress again, thrashing around like a fish
out of water, and then a slightly girlie-sounding squeal as I shoot a small
string of spunk into Robby's mouth. My thrashing around finally pulls my
cock from his mouth and a shot of spunk splatters above his left eye.  We
both chuckle at that and then he settles down on top of me like before, his
cum-soaked cock coming out of my ass and gets caught sideways nestling
between our thighs... his left thigh and my right thigh.  We both go,
"Ahhhhh, ain't this the bomb!!" and settle in against each other, all
sweaty and cum splattered, happy and contented.

Less then a minute later the cum from his eyebrow drips onto my face and we
snicker, then he intentionally smears it on my cheek.  We're getting goofy.
Robby says, "You're the best boyfriend ever!" and I go, "No! you are!" and
he's like, "No, it's you!" and, just like that, I turn serious, not even
planning to, and lift his head with a hand under his chin so that we're
looking into each other's eyes, and ask, "Can I go to Key West with Willie
during summer break?" Robby makes a face, then breaks eye contact, going,
"Awww, man... now I am jealous.  Dylan? Why?" and I feel a little scared
and a little bad 'cause I hate to hurt Robby's feelings and maybe this is
doing that.  He takes a deep breath, then says, "Oh hell, listen, this is
as good a time as any for me to tell you that... oh man, it's like I guess
Ryan Wilcocks has sorta become my boyfriend on the side."  I go, "Ryan
Wilcocks, really?"  and Robby talks fast, saying, "He developed this major
total crush on me, like the one I had on you in the early days, remember?
And anyway, I think he's cute and he worships my ass and sucks me off
whenever I snap my fingers and... oh shit, I'm having fun with him, but
it's you I love! But, if I have Ryan on the side why shouldn't you have
you-know-who on your side.  I won you from him anyway, and I know you're
never going back to him as number one so, I won!  He lost, and you're the
prize!" I let him wind down as a feeling of excitement starts building in
me... Key West, five star accommodations with adventurous Willie... Willie
with his eight inch appendage that he's so accomplished at using. Mmmmm, I
love Robby beyond belief, but why not let myself enjoy an adventure with
Willie too.  The fact is though, I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself if
Robby got all bent out of shape about it, but now... yeah, a taste of old
times. And, Ryan Wilcocks? Please, if that's my only competition for Robby
I can handle it with one arm tied behind my back. I go, "Oh, dude! Thank
you, Robby! You're the best boyfriend, I was right about that. I wouldn't
go unless you said it was alright." I'm serious about that and he's nodding
his head in agreement.

Robby likes being complimented, but who doesn't? He's feeling good that
I've acknowledged that he's the boss and, what the hell, maybe he wants to
revel in that fact a little 'cause he says, "I almost said 'No' to you, but
I'm confident our love is totally awesome and so a little boyfriend action
on the side isn't going to change anything... just remember who your real
boyfriend is."  I go, "Absolutely, Robby!" and give him a big kiss,
mumbling, "Key West sounds cool, don't ya think?" then to build him up some
more, and because I really mean it, I say, "Thank you for letting me go!"
and Robby says, "Yeah, okay, and yeah, Key West does sound cooler than the
Grand-fuckin'-Canyon..." I go, "You'll be with Dodger all through spring
break though, and you know... you two get it on pretty good so it's not
like you'll be destitude during the break." Robby looks like he's trying to
hold back a smile at that thought, but his lips curl as he mutters, "Yeah,
Dodger and me can turn up the heat a little, we've been practicing how to
do that for a long while now... heh heh." I give him a look, and he adds,
"Not like you and me, of course."  I roll my eyes, then say, "Have fun and,
ya know, I don't even mind all that much about Wilcocks... actually, I
think he's cute myself, and maybe sometime we could, you know," and I hold
up three fingers.  Robby snatches at my fingers and holds them in his fist,
what unbelievably fast reflexes he has. I'm staring at Robby with my mouth
hanging open, he says, "Yeah, we'll do a three-way with Ryan right after
Willie you and me do one." I go, "Oh...  that's something to think about,"
but I'm not sure what any of it means. Robby doesn't want to share Ryan or
he doesn't think I'd share Willie, or what? We get up to shower then with
me wondering who got the best of the deal.  I guess I did as far as the
immediate future goes, but Robby's got Ryan long term and who knows how
long before Willie drops me; you know, once he has me going out with him
again he may have accomplished all he set out too. With Willie ya never
know... hmmmm.  We'll see, for now I'm excited about Key West and about
being with Willie again for a while... strictly as fuck buddies of course.

Monday and Tuesday move along like molasses in the winter... boring
rehashing of boring subject matter in review classes and at home, review of
material we learned during the first half of the last semester.  Now we got
two days to take midterms, then Friday through Sunday for Easter, then four
days of the last semester before a week off for Spring Break. After that we
have less then five weeks of our freshman year left.  We're all doing
pretty damn good if ya ask me.  I have a work shift at Stop & Shop on
Wednesday, the last one before spring break.  It's the one Alan says he's
going to, in so many words, give me a thrill ride of my life by fucking
me. I'm nervous about it to be honest, but I'd be lying if I said I haven't
fantasized about it too. There's just something about Alan that rocks my
boat... nobody else except me even hardly likes him, and most of the guys
think he's a stiff, and in Robby's case, totally un-sexy too! What's wrong
with them anyway?  Hmmm, I gotta buy a condom before my shift... wonder if
I should get two?

to be continued.....

Donny Mumford        thinat20@yahoo.com