Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 05:29:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  Chapter 39   by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter  39

			     by Donny Mumford



We're a little sweaty from playing basketball and running around goosing
each other. The goosing reminds me of some of us kids riding the school bus
to middle school some years ago. Right after ya get your big-boy cock and
your balls drop, some of us had an urge come over us to goose each other,
but it was a passing thing... didn't last too long. When Chubby and I got
to high school we walked to school so no school bus, but hell, there was a
lot of nut crunching around the Dicker's pool every Wednesday night in the
summer, so it's not necessarily just a middle school thing. The nut
crunching around the Dicker's pool happened during the summer I worked on
the lawn cutting job with Robby, and actually mostly the ball crunching was
done in the pool, out of the 'rents probing eyes. There's a little kid
lurking inside most of us, and that's especially true of teenage boys. At
least it's true for the teenage boys I know. When Dodger, Vinnie, and I get
tired of basketball and goosing each other, we go inside the main house and
eat little frozen pizzas that we bake in the over. Dodger entertains us by
telling lies about his sexual exploits. It was maybe two-and-a-half hours
after our first three-some buddy sex and Dodger wants to know if we're
ready for round two of our sex-a-thon, and I go, "Hell, yeah, I'm ready!"
Vinnie just nods his head in agreement, groping his junk. As we walk past
the basketball court I pick-up the ball and take a last shot at the basket
and it's a 'swish'; then, as the ball bounces in the driveway we wander
back inside the pool house. Dodger locks the door, mumbling to himself,
"Just to be safe." He turns around then to look at Vinnie and me, claps his
hands, and says, "Okay, boys, time to strip... get naked." Dodger is
obviously relishing being in-charge and that's more than fine with
me. Vinnie and me are having fun playing our part as willing-followers,
which works out fine for Dodger too. The three of us are quickly naked,
except for our sneakers.

Being naked again we all unconsciously play with ourselves, pulling on our
dicks, horny for more boy-on-boy sex. It's great to be with ones' own kind,
if ya know what I mean. My asshole finally closed-up to it's normal
condition sometime during the third basketball game of "horse", about two
hours ago. Vinnie gets us more Cokes out of the refrigerator, but I spot a
bottle of Canada Dry ginger-ale and choose that instead. Dodger's drinking
his Coke as he comes over and grabs a handful of my butt cheek, asking,
"Your ass ready for some more company, Dylan?" I gulp down a mouthful of
ginger-ale, and go, "Dude, you know it, but I gotta get my dick in
somebody's bum hole or I'll feel I'm not doing my part." He lets go of my
ass, saying, "Vinnie, would you pass me the lube, dude," and when he has it
he puts down his Coke and unscrews the lid on the penis-shaped tube, and
hands it to me, asking, "Want a taste of my boyfriend? I don't share him
with anyone but you, Dylan." To Vinnie, he asks, "Okay with you, Vinnie?"
Vinnie goes, "Yeah sure, Dylan fucked me last time we three went at it."
Dodger lifts my limp cock, saying to Vinnie, "You're gonna need to suck him
a boner first." Vinnie's head is tilted back as he drains the last of his
can of Coke, he tosses it about twelve feet into the recycle bin, shouting,
"It's goooood!"; his imitation call like the Celtic's public address guy at
the TD Garden says when the Celtics make an important basket. Dodger lights
a Marlboro red, asking Vinnie, "You want this?" Vinnie nods his head
indicating he does; he takes it from Dodger's fingers, mumbling, "Thanks,
Dodger." Taking a drag on the cigarette, then blowing the exhaled smoke at
my crotch, he reaches between my legs and gets a handful of my cock and
balls, stating, "You got a really nice dick, Dylan, and I already told ya
how cool it is you shave your pubes so ya got yourself a very awesome
package here." I go, "That's very nice of you to say, Vinnie." He grins,
adding, "And I'm looking forward to your cock up my ass and, um, is it okay
if I suck your dick for you?" I go, "Yeah, suck away, Vinnie." He smirks at
Dodger, muttering, "Today's been awesome, wish Dylan was around all the
time." Dodger's got his own cigarette going now. He blows smoke out his
nose and mouth, muttering, "He will be, all summer. Let me see how fast you
can suck a boner on him, Vin."

Holding his cigarette away from my body, Vinnie gets on his knees and takes
my cock between his fingers to guide the limp noodle to his lips. Great
lips for sucking cock too; a little puffy and nicely shaped. Vinnie has a
real cute mouth. He sucks on the head of my penis and uses quick licks with
his tongue to get my dick's attention, sucking on just the head as he's
doing those licks with his tongue. A little like a eight year old sucks on
a lolly pop. Lips sucking and tongue lapping; a very nice technique to get
the shaft of my cock taking on some warm venous blood that'll lead to
stiffening, and then a boner. Boners are awesome things that us males get
to experience and I'm quite fond of most of the thousands I've had over the
years... the exception being those embarrassing boners that pop-up at the
wrong time, tenting the front of my pants. When my organ is pleasantly
hard, Vinnie takes it in his fingers and pull it from his mouth to look at
it like he's never seen a boner before. He strokes it a few times then
looks up at me grinning... proud of himself. His spit is all around his
mouth and running down his cute chin. I grin back 'cause his small fist
feels good stroking my dick and because he's basically a very likable,
sex-loving kid. He takes a drag off his cigarette and blows smoke up
towards my face, muttering, "Nice tasting penis, Dylan." Now that it's
fairly hard he pushes my saliva coated boner up against my belly to do full
length laps up the underside, starting at my balls. Four or five laps with
his nice bubblegum-pink tongue and then he begins sucking my balls while
keeping my boner pressed against my stomach, under the damp palm of his
hand. I grunt, then begin sucking on my lips. Dodger exhales some smoke in
my direction grinning, seemingly proud of how good his boyfriend is at
sucking my cock and balls. Vinnie's now licking under my slightly sweaty
nuts getting awful close to my asshole. The basketball play brought out
some perspiration on all of our clean bodies. A quick passing thought
slides through my mind at how nice it was earlier being washed in the
shower by these too hot gay boys. Maybe if I ever get rich I'll have a team
of young gay boys on staff to bath me... and other things. Haha. He's got
both my balls in his mouth now, making humming sounds that vibrate my nuts
and that gets me squirming. I blow a lot of air out between closed lips
making a whistling sound. Vinnie hears this and his eyes drift up to the
top of their sockets looking a me and, with his cheeks puffed-out like a
chipmunk, he grins around his mouthful of nuts. He's enjoying himself; a
boy after my own heart 'cause I like sucking cocks and balls too; on select
boys, that is.

Dodger's putting out his cigarette, "I'm getting boned-up just watching you
two," he mutters, and then adds, "Damn, that's a hot blow job, Vinnie."
Vinnie pulls his mouth off my nuts, scraping his upper and lower teeth
along my scrotum as he does it and a shiver runs from my balls up my back
causing my shoulders to shudder. Dodger rubs Vinnie's hair, saying, "Get me
hard now, Vinnie; I'm gonna fill-up Dylan's ass with my cock while you
continue sucking him off." Vinnie walks on his knees over to Dodger and
sucks Dodger's semi-hard cock into his mouth. I watch as Vinnie's jaws,
cheeks, and lips work quickly on Dodger's cock, his unseen tongue is surely
moving around as well. I stroke myself watching them and a little sexual
grunt pops out of my throat 'cause those two are hot! Two minutes of that
and Dodger backs away from Vinnie, muttering, "Jeez, nice blow job..." and
Vinnie asks, "Ya still think Dylan sucks your dick better than me?"
Dodger's pulling on his boner, applying lube, mumbling, "Maybe I need to
rethink that, Vinnie. You're awesome, dude," and Vinnie visually swells
with pride. I feel a little envious of those two because I didn't get
started with my gay activities until I was almost eighteen. Vinnie and
Dodger have been going at since Vinnie was fifteen, and Dodger was doing it
with Robby before that. I'm trying to catch-up, but they got a pretty good
head start. Vinnie shuffles on his knees back to me and takes my boner in
his fist to stroke the foreskin on and off the head a few times before
taking it in his mouth again, and this time he bobs his head and takes it
into his throat with only a slight gagging sound. He works his throat
muscles on my cock and soon my whole body's squirming with me making silly,
"Ump ump ump" sounds.  Dodger steps behind me, takes hold of my waist and
humps his boner up my ass. I go, "Ahh, oh!" and lean forward over Vinnie's
head, my hands-on his nice shoulders. Dodger fucks me with full strokes
right from the beginning and I'm soon biting my bottom lip and groaning at
the sensations tantalizing my cock and in my rectum. All the earlier
fucking got my ass prepared for this so I squeeze my buttock to heighten
the pleasure. Dodger fucks me for a minute, then pulls out, slaps my ass
hard, and says, "I gotta get me another smoke before I do anymore fucking."
My cock's pretty much at maximum hardness, skin stretched so tightly that
my foreskin can no longer move over the swollen head of my hard boner. My
boner comes out of Vinnie's throat, then out of his mouth; it's hard,
shiny, and dripping with Vinnie's cigarette-laced spit. He drags on his
cigarette and with smoke drifting out of his mouth does those long laps
with his tongue from my balls up the shaft of my cock again, then little
light nips with his teeth on the head of my cock. A precum drop appears at
my pee slit, balances for a second then drools down onto Vinnie's lip as
more precum follows to pool there with the first drop. I gasp with another
shoulder shudder as I'm rubbing Vinnie's narrow shoulders with the palms of
both hands. His skin is smooth and taut without a blemish, except for a
small, dark dot of a beauty mark on the front of his left shoulder .

With a new cigarette going, Dodger rubs Vinnie's head, then steps behind me
to smack my ass hard again before shoving his cock up my ass with a cloud
of his cigarette smoke encircling my head. I take a deep breath, then say,
"That's absolutely awesome, Vinnie. Let me stick this masterpiece of a
boner you've created up your ass now," adding a muttered, "Before I blow my
load in your mouth". He stands right up, grabs the lube and lubes his anus,
and then my boner. His little fist twisting on my cock as he spreads the KY
jelly from the root to the head. Then extra lube all over the hard, leaking
head. He turns his back to me and bends over with his hands on his knees,
looking back at me with an anxious expression... anxious to get fucked. I
guide my boner to his cute ass and slowly push it in and up. Vinnie
mumbles, "I like a rough fuck too, Dylan... like you do. Dodger taught me
it's the only way to roll, dude." What the hell, I roughly slam my full six
inches up Vinnie's ass. Dodger does a final thrust of his cock into me and
grips me around the waist with one arm, cigarette smoke drifting around
us. I hear him exhale some smoke, then say, "I'll leave my fat-boy up your
ass, and go along for the ride as you fuck my boyfriend, Dylan." Jeez, his
cock feels good in my rectum, a nice filled-up sensation back there. Taking
a big breath, I grip Vinnie's hips and begin a fast hard fucking of his
ass. He's soon going, "Umph," with each thrust up his ass, with Dodger
hanging onto me blowing cigarette smoke around us all. Vinnie's ass is not
as tight as I remember, or I was hoping for, but with Dodger hugging his
chest against my back, his boner up my ass, plus the sensations from my
cock in Vinnie's rectum... well, it's unbelievable and the enormous amount
of stimulation immediately has every part of my body actively sending
pleasure sensations to my overloaded brain, which causes me to moan, "Ahh
oooh," with each thrust up Vinnie's ass. Embarrassing sounds coming from
me, like it's my first time fucking someone. I can't stop moaning with
pleasure though; I mean, with every thrust up Vinnie's rectum Dodger's
boner stimulates my rectum in many spots, especially my prostate. Every
move of my body causes Dodger's cock to massage that hot button and in
three minutes my climax is already building to a crescendo. Only three
minutes, but I'm feeling too much stimulation of an extremely erotic nature
to slow down. Sweat breaks out on my forehead; it's formed between my
crotch and Vinnie's butt cheeks too. Also it's slippery between Dodger's
chest and my back, but mostly all I notice now is the world of sexual
pleasure roaring over me. I screech out like a Comanche indian going to
battle and, with fireworks going off in my head, I flood Vinnie's rectum
with more cum than I have a right to have in my nuts after cuming like a
fire hose a few hours ago. My cock and ass are swarming with sexual
pleasures... every part of me is vibrating and tingling with electricity;
and, as usual with especially hot climaxes, my toes curl and my scalp
itches. Fantastic sensations! I'm grunting and pumping additional spurts of
cum into Vinnie's rectum. All of me is shuddering even with Dodger's weight
on my back. When the pleasure fog begins to clear I stop driving my boner
up Vinnie's cum saturated ass, and lay over on his back breathing hard, my
arms around his chest and my heart pounding at his back.  Dodger grips my
hips and again starts pounding his cock up my ass. Two minutes later, with
Vinnie and me rocking to and fro from Dodger's rough fuck, Dodger makes a
loud grunt, then "Ah oh God!" and I feel his cum stream into my bowels. He
fucks me for a good four of five minutes more with so many sexy sensations
all over me now, from the fucking and both boys' bodily contact covering my
front and back, there's so many awesome sensations from head to toe I can't
even acknowledge them all. Dodger finally collapses on me and all three of
us go down in a heap with poor Vinnie on the bottom of the pile. We're all
sweaty and breathing hard, our hearts pounding in our chests and our cocks
pulsating. My boner somehow is still in Vinnie, but Dodger's has slipped
out of my ass. After thirty seconds, regaining some composure, Dodger slips
his cock back up my ass and fuck me a half dozen more times before rolling
off onto to floor next to Vinnie and me.

"Can you let me up, Dylan, I'm squashed," Vinnie says with a giggle, and
then, "That was fun!" Ya gotta love the exuberance of the young. We all
start bragging, "Awesome train-fuck, boys," yells Dodger, "Best ever,"
says, Vinnie," and I go, "Best train fuck in history! I had to hold onto
the root of my dick when I climaxed because I was afraid the damn thing
would wind-up two feet up Vinnie's ass." Vinnie says, "I felt that stream
of spunk, Dylan, you really fired off, dude." Dodger goes, "I loaded your
ass up too, Dylan! Oh my God, that was perfect. Ya know what I wanna do
later... I want Vinnie and me to fuck your ass at the same time, Dylan. I
told ya that on the phone when you were in Key West, and we're gonna do it
too. "Ya up for that, Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Not for a while, I ain't. I
blew my load too ya know." I'm like, "Jeez, I was so immersed in the
awesome sensations in my ass and on my dick, well my whole body was on fire
actually, so I didn't even realize you got off, Vinnie." He goes, "Yeah, it
was right after you filled me up; when you laid on my back with your arms
around me it just set me off, all your spunk in my ass and your boner still
in me, you and me rocking from Dodger's hard fuck on your ass... it set me
off, dude. Didn't you hear my squeal?" Dodger goes, "Oh, was that you,
Vinnie? I thought it was a girl next door squealing 'cause a mouse ran up
her leg." Vinnie's mutters, "I didn't sound like no fuckin' girl." We're
still laying on the indoor/outdoor carpet. My dick's lost most of it's
boner status by now, but it's still up Vinnie's ass, feeling good. I say,
"Dodger, you forgot to ask me if I want a double fuck up my hole, dude. Ya
think you can just assume I'm good with that?" He's like, "Yeah, that's
exactly what I assume," and he rolls over and gets me in a head lock, with
my cock sliding out of Vinnie's hole. He goes, Ohhh!" as Dodger's saying to
me, "Whaddaya gonna do about it?" and he kisses the side of my forehead,
adding, "I'm in fuckin' charge, ya know." I mutter, "Oh yeah, I forgot,"
thinking, 'Both their boners in my ass at the same time? I never thought
about that possibility before.' Actually, I don't remember Dodger
mentioning it before either, but I don't always listen to him real closely
so he could have said it. Then I ask, "Is that even possible? That two-cock
fuck you're talking about?" Dodger says, "I saw a threesome do it in a
video once, and it looked cool. I like the thought of Vinnie's and my cocks
squished together in your ass." Vinnie gropes himself, going, "Oh man,
Dodger, that's such a hot thought. Remember that time you put the heads of
our cocks together and pulled your foreskin over mine and jerked us both
off?" Dodger goes, "Duh! Yeah I remember it; it happened last Tuesday, fer
christsakes. How could I forget it in four days?" Vinnie frowns, "Oh
yeah... it was Tuesday. What a friggen' climax I had though, holy shit!"
Dodger and I chuckle, then Vinnie mumbles, "Whoa, getting both our dick up
Dylan's ass sounds even hotter than that docking you did, Dodger. That's
what it's called, right?" Dodger still has his arm around my neck, but not
really in a headlock now... more like a hug. He goes, "Yeah, Vinnie, that's
right." Then he kisses me again, saying, "It's gonna be hot for you too,
Dylan. You're damn lucky we're willing to do it. I mutter, "Lucky, that's
me. That's my middle name, lucky."

There's no way any of us can work up boners or orgasms for a few hours at
least, so suck each others cock clean, getting sexually excited all over
again so after I'm done sucking Dodger's cock while he's sucking Vinnie's
we change around laughing and making asses of ourselves while doing the
cock sucking. Fun, ya know... Then we clean up some, putting tissues in
Vinnie's and my jockey shorts to absorb cum drippings from our bum
holes. The drooling will go on for awhile so it's necessary, but a tad
uncomfortable. As we pile into Dodger's pickup, he says, "Let's get an
early dinner. Mom and dad won't be home until about ten o'clock tonight so
we got plenty of time." Vinnie's babbling, "I'm starving after all the
awesome sex, but I can't stop thinking about my boner and Dodger's both
squished together up Dylan's primo ass. This day's been the best, even
better than the other time we did Dylan up right!" Dodger's like, "Light me
a cigarette, Vinnie, and calm your young self down. We'll look like little
kids to Dylan if ya keep jabbering like that. Pretend ya been there and
done that... be cool, like Dylan and me." Then to me, "Vinnie's lucky he
has an older stud like me to guide him through his younger teen years." I
go, "What the fuck ya talking about? Vinnie's only a year younger than you,
not even a year, ya pipsqueak." Then I mimic Dodger, "Guide him through his
younger teen years," adding, "My ass!" He just laughs, mumbling, "It
sounded good in my mind, before I said it out loud. But yeah, out loud it
did sound a little bit like something a dink would say... hahaha." Vinnie
says, "Or a jackass might say." Dodger squeezes Vinnie's thigh real hard
making Vinnie scream, "Owww, that fuckin' hurt, Dodger!" Dodger goes, "Be
good then, and light us a cigarette or you'll get another one of my
patented thigh pinches." Dodger smokes in his truck, something that's a
no-no in Robby's. Well, with emergencies, like us screwing naked in the cab
on a cold night, being exceptions to the rule. The three of us argue where
to eat and settle on Kentucky Fried Chicken. Dodger recklessly drives us
there with me bitching about it and Dodger muttering, "Backseat drivers
need to notice the mistletoe attached to my ass." In the restaurant safely,
I get the three piece meal with mashed potatoes and cole slaw. Vinnie gets
chicken fingers and fries, while Dodger gets extra crunchy fried chicken,
three pieces of it, plus corn bread, mashed potatoes and gravy, and cole
slaw. Wish I'd have thought to get the corn bread. We all get cups for
sodas. I eat the fried chicken first, and while it's delicious while I'm
eating it, the best fried chicken ever, I always feel woozy and dizzy when
I finish. Maybe because of all the grease, or something. I swill down root
beer until the dizzy feeling leaves me, then eat the cole slaw which sucks
compared to the cole slaw Chubby and I make ourselves. I don't have any
idea what the fucking dressing on this cole slaw is suppose to be. Lastly I
try what they call mash potatoes and gravy, but it's tough going. I don't
know what these are either, but I know they're not like any mashed potatoes
I've ever eaten. The gravy is thick and brown, but it don't taste like much
of anything. I go, "This sucks, Vinnie. Why'd ya wanna come here?" He goes,
"Because these are the best chicken fingers on the planet, and anyway
Dodger likes the food here. Don'cha Dodger?" Dodger's scraping the last bit
of his mashed potatoes, saying, "I do, Vinnie. Love these mashed potatoes
with gravy." I mutter, "I think I'm going to hurl." Dodger laughs, "You
don't know what good is, Dylan. That's your problem." He slurps his Coke
from the cup, then says, "I'm getting me another helping of these potatoes,
you guys want seconds on anything." Vinnie asks, "Will you split an order
of chicken fingers with me, Dodger?" Dodger goes, "That's affirmative, how
'bout you, Dylan?" I go, "Fuck it. Get me another leg and a wing."

We finish the second helpings with Vinnie asking, "How 'bout some Dairy
Queen for dessert?" We all agree that's a winner, and after throwing our
empty paper plates and cups in the trash, we go outside. It's six o'clock
and getting dark. I'm dizzy again after eating the extra two pieces of
chicken, but I don't toss my cookies. The Dairy Queen will settle my
stomach and cancel out the three thousand calories of grease and gook I
just put in my stomach. First we lean against the pickup to have a
cigarette, which does nothing to clear-up my dizzy, slightly sick
feeling. I know from past experiences this uncomfortable feeling won't last
long, but it's why I don't go to Kentucky Fried Chicken all that often. The
fried chicken's delicious while I'm eating it, like I said, but afterwards
not so much. Done our cigarettes, Dodger drives us to the Dairy Queen; me
on the end and Vinnie in the middle.  Saturday night at the Dairy Queen on
this surprisingly nice evening in late April, is crawling with
people. Families with kids, old folks, and of course teenagers. Teenagers
have taken over the picnic tables even though they've long ago finished
their imitation ice cream, also known as Dairy Queen. The teens are loud,
smoking cigarettes, and in general making it miserable for everyone
else. Dodger says to Vinnie, "There's Adam Adams and his homies. We don't
need this shit, lets go to Friendlies. What do ya think, Dylan?" I ask,
"Who's Adam Adams?" He goes, "Some badass senior at high school, he's
nothing but trouble." I go, "Fuck 'em, lets get a cone." Vinnie says, "It's
too crowded, Dylan. Look at the line, fer chrissakes!" I shrug, muttering,
"You're driving Dodger, I'm good with Friendlies." He backs the pickup out
of the parking spot as one of the teens bumps the kid next to him and
points at our pickup, both boys give us the finger. I go, "What the fuck's
their problem?" Dodger pulls out of the parking lot, saying, "I don't mind
a fight, Dylan, and I know you don't either, but it'll screw-up our perfect
day, so who needs it." I ask, "Why they given us the finger?" Dodger
mumbles, "Ah, Adams hates Vinnie, although we're not sure exactly why."
Vinnie goes, "Let's go back, I'm not afraid of him." I'm doing the childish
two finger salute back at the finger throwers, using both hands, hanging
out the window. One of the kids heaves a stone at the pickup just as a cop
car pulls in. The stone bounces off the tailgate of the pickup and hits the
police car's fender. That gets everyone from the picnic table scattering as
the police car roars into the parking lot and come to a screeching stop
with both door flying open. Two young cops fly out and take off after the
teenagers. Both boys and girls are running their asses off trying to get
away, but there's a chain link fence the dumb fucks must not know about
encircling the parking lot a hundred feet away. The kids are heading right
for it. Obviously the cops know about it, that's why they took off on foot
after the kids. Vinnie's laughing his ass off, while Dodger's parking at
the curb so we can watch. Dodger says, "When did you ever see police doing
you a favor?" I go, "That would be, never." "Until now," Vinnie says in his
glee. Sure enough the cops come back with three of the eight kids from that
picnic table, and one of them is Adam Adams, which gets Vinnie
excited. "That asshole!" he says, "Finally he was at the wrong place at the
wrong time." I go, "They got one of the guys giving us the finger too,
hahaha." The cops put the three teens in the back seat, call on their
police phone, probably for backup, then go back to round-up some others.

I say, "Watch this, those numb nuts don't know me." I get out of the pickup
and walk over to the police car. Tapping on the window to get their
attention. The finger-thrower and the stone thrower both turn their head to
look at me and I give them my double finger salute again, pumping my hands
up and down. The kids are screaming at me from inside the police car, spit
flying from the mouths of their furious red faces. It's hard to make-out
what they're screaming because of the thick glass window, but surely many
F-bomb; all three of them are apoplectic ... I just laugh and point at them
as they scratch at the window, their faces dark with rage. God, I can't
stop laughing. I mouth, "You losers!". There's no door handles on the
inside of back doors in police cars, and there's a wire netting keeping
them from coming over the front seat, so they're trapped. Tired of my
childish activity I give one last single finger salute and walk back to the
pick-up as another cruiser drifts into the parking lot. Lots of gawkers by
now of course, and one of them might mention me taunting the prisoners so
when I get back in the pickup, I say, "Lets get the fuck out of here."
Vinnie's pointing, excitedly as the first two cops are returning with two
more offending teens, saying, "They got that dick-breath Rodney Deonisio
too! haha, I hate that prick!" Dodger pulls away, muttering, "Next stop
Friendlies, lets see if we can stay out of trouble there." I go, "Yes,
daddy, we'll be good. Won't we Vinnie?" He chuckles, then excitedly
exclaims, "That was awesome, those fuckers bully me in the halls at
school. I don't know how it started, or why, it's just the way it is." I
ask, "Ya mean you have no idea why they picked you out from six hundred
kids in your class to bully. He goes, "No idea, unless it was the fight I
got into with one of those assholes," and he points to his right front
tooth, saying, "This is a cap, the kid broke my tooth off and my old man
raised hell with the school. The kid was suspended and his folks had to pay
for the cap. It was fourteen hundred dollars, hahaha." I go, "Maybe that's
why they're pissed at you." Vinnie says, "Oh yeah, I never thought of
that." Oh man!

Friendlies is a much friendlier place then the Dairy Queen. We get a table
and wait for a waitress. She shows up and we end-up with sundaes, not
cones. Really good too, but pricey. We split the bill, Vinnie saying,
"Fuck, now I'm broke, and I got all next week to get through." Dodger says,
"Bring your lunch to school," and we pile back into the pickup, everybody
smoking. We're heading back for the finale of our Saturday sex-a-thon.
Dodger must have been thinking about Vinnie's financial crisis because when
we get back to the house and we're out of the pickup, he gives Vinnie
fifteen dollars, saying, "Pay me back when you start your summer job."
Vinnie's like, "Thanks, Dodger. hee hee, I kinda thought you'd come through
for me. Twenty would be better." Dodger laughs, mumbling, "Fuckin' con
artist," but he gives Vinnie another five bucks, saying, "Now I'm broke!
What's wrong with this picture?" We chuckle, but Vinnie and I know Dodger
has only to ask his mom and twenty bucks will magically appear. He's
spoiled like that. We jostle each other all trying to get through the door
to the pool house at the same time, excited about even more threesome sex
together. Quite a Saturday of buddy sex. As we struggle to be the first one
inside, Vinnie giggling like a little kid, I ask, "How the fuck old are you
two?" Dodger says, "Old enough to get both our dicks up your ass, dude!"


to be coninued...  Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com