Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 08:20:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: (8)  DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  Chapter 8  by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter  8

			     by Donny  Mumford

You'd think after living almost  everyday of my life with  Chubby that I'd be
used to him, sorta take him for  granted maybe, but no, that's not the case.
 It takes my breath away when I look up and see Chubby standing in front of
me stark naked, and no matter that I've seen him naked a few  thousand times it
still startles me. He's  such an integral and intricate  part of my life I made
up a word for it, Chubby's an intrical  part of my life. A life without him is
inconceivable; with him it's breathtaking at the best of times, and  never
boring at the worst of times. I  felt this same way as a  little boy before
sexual matters mattered, like they do  now. Being total sexually innocent back
then makes me think of the old joke Connors tells of the little boy  in his bath
playing with his pricklet and tiny balls.  The  little boy holds up his package
asking his mom, "Mommy, are these  my brains?" and his mom answers, "Not yet,
dear."

Feeling a boner coming on I look away from Chubby' naked self, and try for
nonchalance, mumbling,  "Okay, lets go into the bathroom." As awesome  as Chubby
is naked, at the moment I'm more concerned about his state of mind.  He says
he's feeling 'off' and while he doesn't appear to be  experiencing depression,
what do I know... maybe it's the beginnings of depression, or maybe you can't
always tell from exterior indicators  if a person's depressed, so  it's a worry.
 To keep Chubby company in his  nakedness I take my  pajamas off as soon as
we're in the bathroom, then unconsciously fondle my  dick, while saying, "It's
not like I want to pry, but is there  anything you want to talk about, you
know... regarding why you feel   your life is 'off ' ?" Chubby shakes his head,
saying, "Ah... I don't think so, Dylan. Maybe if we just turn back the clock  to
yester-year for a while that'll snap  me out of my funk." Taking a comb off the
vanity I get right in front of him and comb through his new faux  mohawk hairdo,
asking, "Did you want to try this new  hairstyle because you're in a funk?"
Chubby's like, "Yeah, partly. Pretty lame, huh?" I go, "No, not at all; a change
in appearance has been known to pull a person out of a funk,  as well as raise
his IQ as much as twenty points." He mutters, "What a crock of shit," but then
chuckles, and says, "Let's get this party started!" I plug in the trimmer
clippers, saying,  "Roger that, captain," and then roll-up  the bathroom throw
rug, kneel on  the tile floor, click on the trimmers, and without further ado
begin running  the trimmers up Chubby's leg. I start with his calf, my left hand
holding onto the back of his thigh for some support... mostly I just like the
feel of his leg. Chubby's kinda short  at five feet, six inches, but his legs
somehow look long. Great legs  too,  hard calf muscles and smooth, long, thin
thighs. Chubby makes a wheezy sound when exhaling, then clasps his hands
together near his crotch... on-guard perhaps. I continue to steadily run the
trimmer/clipper over his leg and Chubby begins making a soft whispery sound
blowing air through an 'O' he's made with his lips. Shuffling his feet his body
seems to be  shimmering and it's really quite a sexy thing to be a part of.
 Chubby's  always liked being touched, so much so that he's developed this thing
where he'll sometimes pretend that  he doesn't like it at all to cover-up the
fact  that he's lovin' it. Ha ha, aren't we teenagers weird about some things?
Yeah, but it's ain't easy to constantly be experiencing new things and
discovering the best way to handling these new things at the same time... that's
our daily struggle as we grow-up.

The  quiet sound of the trimmer's motor echoes in the  bathroom, but  that's the
only sound besides Chubby's airy, whispery breathing sounds. Actually it's not
really necessary to use  the trimmers  on his legs, I just do it because I like
doing it. Short, pale hairs are buzzed off one calf, and   then I do the other.
Then a slow rub up and down his legs with the palms of both my hands as if I'm
checking to see where I missed a spot. Truth  is, I'm just 'perving' on the feel
of his legs. The real shaving will be done with shaving cream and a Gillette
Fusion ProGlide razor. I discovered how awesome that razor is  at Willie's place
when he had me to shave his pubes. Done with Chubby's legs I click off the
trimmers, and say,  "Sit on the toilet seat, Chubby, and I'll check your feet."
His shoulders actually shudder at the mention of his feet, and as he sits the
tip of his pink tongue comes out and travels around his lips, "Oh, sure... good
idea, Dylan," he mumbles, as I pick-up his left foot and massage it between both
hands, then bring it to my lips to kiss the sole and lick behind his toes.
 Chubby trembles and pulls on his cock. The right foots receives the same
treatment with Chubby squirming on the toilet seat makes grunting sounds,
continuing to play with himself. Grabbing toenail clippers from the vanity I
begin meticulously inspecting the nail on each toe, one by one, before  cutting
them. When the toenails on his left foot are trimmed just right, I use a small
Emery board to file off the sharp edges of each nail, and do so with ridiculous
attention to detail.  Obviously very few teenagers would go to this much
trouble with their toenails, and I certainly don't with my own, but this is
about Chubby's foot fetish, not toenails. Finished with all ten toes, I look up
at Chubby  and ask in a phonily serious manner, "Would you like toenail polish?"
Chubby's face is red and he's panting from the effects caused by my handling of
his feet, but still he knows I'm joking about the nail polish so he forces a
smile, and grunts out, "Absolutely! Ya got something in a nice dark red?" His
cock is a full blown boner by now of course, and after trying for humor
pretending he wants red toenail polish he puffs out his cheeks and blows out a
lot of air, his chest expands to it's limits, and he begins stroking the
foreskin on and off the  head of his boner.  I smile at him and pat the back of
his calf, saying, "How 'bout standing up again and I'll get rid of those pubes.
He nods his head, strokes  his boner one last time, and gets up, mumbling, "That
was great, Dylan... thanks." His penis bobs as he stands and a drip of precum
drops from the slit of his boned-up dick wetting a spot on the bathroom floor
with a subtle 'splat' sound.

Retrieving  the electric trimmers and clicking  them on I kneel in front of
Chubby, and say, "Spread you  legs more, Chubby," then, "A little more," and
when he's spread out wide, his balls dangling below his hard cock, I slowly
reach up with my free hand and push his cock and  balls to one side, then run
the trimmer through his dark, soft,  curly pubic  hairs. As the trimmer runs
through the first area  Chubby leans over a little to put a hand on each of my
shoulders while blowing air noisily through his nose; he's extremely  aroused.
His  dick is like a steel nail under my hand, a dripping steel nail. Chubby lets
a quiet moan slip between his lips and his hands squeeze my shoulders, but I
don't look up or  do anything to acknowledge this heightened state of arousal
because it might embarrass him.  We've done the most unusually intimate things
together, things he wouldn't do with anyone but me, but still there's a point
where we'd even embarrass each other if we pointed out the other's sexual
circumstance; in this case, Chubby's near orgasmic condition. To avoid making
him feel uncomfortable I act as if nothing unusual is happening. Another run up
through his pubes  with the trimmer causes a fluffy flurry of  curly hairs to
float  free, drifting to the tile floor.  Chubby quietly grunts, squeezes my
shoulders tighter, and his whole body again  shudders and shakes. Running the
trimmers directly above his cock creates a shower of severed  pubic  hairs
falling over  my hand that's protecting his boner and balls, a hundred  little
tickles on the back of my hand before drifting to the tile floor joining their
brothers. Now I push his privates to the sheared  side of his groin and run the
trimmers through his remaining pubic hairs and it's all over too quickly so I do
a second run pretending I missed a hair here or there. The trimmers vibrate
against the skin of Chubby's belly adding to the pleasurable sensations he's
receiving and it has him blowing out another long exhale, followed by a few
groans, then he breathlessly says, "That looks so cool, don't ya think?" I  nod,
mumbling, "Oh yeah!" as I realize I'm half boned-up myself.  Neither of us
mentions our erections. I stand then and use the palm of my hand to dust across
his pubic patch supposedly dislodging random severed hairs, then I do it a
couple of more time feeling comfortable now that I've  a right to touch here.
Chubby goes from one foot to the other  grunting; his  dick's so hard it barely
moves. I find myself staring at this hard four inches, my friend's fine penis
and, on a whim, I kneel down again and take his dick in  my hand, saying,
"It'll be easier  to hold  onto if it's harder," as if it could get any harder.
"Chubby frowns, but can't resist more of my attention to his sensitive organ,
muttering "Yeah, I guess," then, with the words  sticking in his throat, he
croaks out,  "Why don'tcha put it in your mouth," then he forces a chuckle as if
he's kidding, but my mouth closes over his cock before he even finishes  his
phony chuckle. The second my  mouth's closes on his cock, my penis grows  into
it's maximum size, a hard six inches of boner, and I groan with pleasure feeling
my balls churning spunk. Chubby's gasping, digging his fingers into my
shoulders, but not moving away. I cup his balls in one hand and use my thumb,
forefinger, and  middle finger of the other to stroke the foreskin on and  off
the  head of his wonderful cock while sucking on the head of it,  my nose
pressed into his  belly.

This lasts less then a minute, Chubby's going, "Nah, no Dylan... stop,"  just as
I'm tasting a long string of his precum. I do as he asks pulling off his hard
cock, which is now dripping with my saliva and another precum bubble that's
expanding  from the slit.  Chubby's face is as flushed as mine and our eyes
shine as I hold his hard cock in my fist looking up at Chubby for  instructions.
Breathing deeply, he  gasps, "Please,  bro... I asked you not to get too-too
gay, alright?" I  nod, and say, "Yeah, but this isn't too-too gay... it's only
too gay, one too." He smiles a real smile this time and steps back, so I let go
of his boner, which is still hard enough to stick straight out from his groin.
In a comical way, he goes, "Can we  move on to the shaving part of tonight
festivities,  please?" I pretend  I'm confused,  "You mean we're done with the
'sucking' part of the  festivities already?" He goes, "Yep! That was my mistake;
I should  know better than to joke about that with you." Then, to show me
everything is  good, he leans  down to help  me stand up, saying, "It was a
surprisingly delightful experience for me though." Concealing a grin, I go,  "Me
too," and turn on the sink's hot water, testing it until it's just the  right
warmth; then I soak a  washcloth in it and  wash down Chubby  crotch area, then
his legs. Even though I can't see a hair of  any kind on his thighs I'm shaving
them too, we always do. It's sexy  spreading the shaving cream on Chubby's leg,
massaging the creamy substance up  under his balls, then with both my hands I
encircle and rub up and down his leg to ensure the  shaving cream soaks the few
hair stubble left by the trimmer. My boner bobs around as I wash my hands under
the tap, then pick up the ProGlide razor and begin  shaving   Chubby's legs.
Let me tell ya, that razor glides  like it's name... so smooth. I shave
carefully... I'm taking my time  because I don't want to nick him, but mostly
because I like doing this and going slowly  stretches it out. One leg done, the
procedure is repeated for the other, and then it's time to do his pubic patch.
As I  rub  shaving cream around his cock and balls l slide my hand up his short
boner every now and then, while at the same time my other hand is lightly
massaging his nuts. His cock, sticking  straight out from his
shaving-cream-covered  groin, looks longer than normal... that's because there
are no pubic hairs around the base of the shaft hiding some of it's length. I'm
sure this longer appearance is what Chubby was referring to when he said shaved
pubes look cool. I draw the razor up from his thigh to  the top of his pubic
patch leaving a path behind that's as   hairless as it was the day he was born.
Then another  swipe, and   another... then, moving his boner and balls to the
left, I shave the right  side.  This process is over way too quickly too, and
when I look up at Chubby he looks back breathing in noisy quick pants, biting
his bottom lip and making  quiet, almost pathetic sounds of desperation, so I
take a chance. The palm of my hand pushes his cock to one side of his groin,
then the other, and when I hear no complaint I close my fist and begin stroking
the foreskin up to cover half the  swollen, dripping head of his cock, then back
just the way he's been doing it himself earlier. My eyes stay on his as I stroke
his cock  again, then again, and finally I'm into a stroking rhythm that has
Chubby grunting more loudly now, and  soon he's thrusting his hairless crotch
with subtle hip movements, his hands on my shoulders again.  I'd love to suck
him off but he's already said that was too-too gay. I would have thought the
other thing we  could do with his  boner would be the too-too gay thing, but
apparently that's elevated into the "too-too-too gay" category.

Now he's going up on his toes with each stroke of his cock's foreskin, rocking
his body slightly forward and  back making squeaky  sounds in his throat, his
eyes as tightly closed as his  lips.  I know he's gonna blow any second, and
then  he does; with a long hissing sound that sounds like, "Shssssssssss", a
long string of spunk shoots from his boner, flies over  my shoulder, and dully
plop against a towel hanging off  the towel rack. Still stroking him I stand up
and shuffle behind Chubby with an arm around his  waist pulling him back into
me, my boner's  pointing up squished between his buttocks and my belly. Quickly
giving his cock two more strokes, the side of my face against the side of his
head, and out comes another awesome string of  creamy cum. Chubby begins banging
the back of his head past the side  of my head to hit against my  shoulder; his
mouth's open now as he's breathing raggedly between louder and louder grunts of
pleasure.  His hip thrust  out and another string of creamy spunk shoots from
his cock followed by four small spurts, then  white shiny drools as he  settles
back down off his toes and lulls back  into me so that I'm almost holding him
up. After ten seconds or so, I  ask, "You okay, Chub?" and he nods his head,
starts to say something that catches in his throat, then he manages to sputter,
"That was  too-too gay too,"  and  I chuckle quietly because I can tell he's
half joking. I ask, "How long do I gotta hold you up?" He  straightens up,
muttering, "You gay boys don't embarrass all that easily,  do ya?" I go, "Not
with you I don't, but other than with you I get embarrassed about every  ten
minutes... you know that." He turns around and grins at me, saying,  "Yeah, I
know. I just said  that 'cause I'm embarrassed about having  an orgasm like
that... it's  like I'm a horny thirteen year old who's just discovered jerking
off."  He's got the washcloth now wiping cum drippings from his legs, but I take
it from him, rinse it out, and then properly wipe  down all the areas I'd  just
shaved. With my boner losing it's hardness and Chubby's already  flaccid, I say,
"Chubby, please, get real. Saying you're embarrassed  around me makes me feel
bad, dude... you and me  never need to be embarrassed about anything we do
together!" He's breathing regularly again, seemingly more relaxed, as  he  says,
"Yeah, you're right, but it's like we haven't  been spending much  time
together, just us two, so it's not exactly like it used to be...  ya know?" I
go, "Uh huh, but we can fix that." He rubs my head lightly  with both hands,
like he's messing-up my hair which ya can't really do with hair as short as
mine, and says, "I don't know if we can,  actually... it's so much  more
complicated than it  used to be." I stand-up, saying, "All  done; now it's my
turn," as I rub my fingertip on his shaved belly. "Feel good?"  Chubby asks, and
I say "You bet," then we spontaneously hug each other so tightly it almost
knocks the wind out of me.   It's the weirdest thing, I didn't even know I  was
going to do it; we just did it simultaneously... it had to be an exchange of
some subconscious signal  we've developed over the years, something that we're
not even aware of ourselves. Chubby's startled by the unexpected show of
affection too, but we squeeze each other for a quick second hug, then lean back
grinning at one another.

After an awkward few seconds, Chubby's  backing away a step or two, asking,
"Where'd ya put the trimmers?" Then  he proceeds to do for me exactly what I'd
done for him, minus the jerk off and extra fondling. I don't make  a big deal of
those oversights because he'd gone  along  with a  lot of stuff I  like already,
so I'm good going along with whatever Chubby feels comfortable with the rest of
the way. After sharing a shower, our second one of the day, we sleep together in
my twin bed like Chubby agreed to do earlier today. We both wear a pair  of my
pajamas from a number of pairs we rounded-up from Chubby's bedroom. As we do
that we're  relaxed, goofin' on each other a little bit, especially about the
'stolen' jammies. The joking isn't forced at all, it's relaxed like the old
days, and really nice. In bed I get  Chubby in my arms with my lips against his
ear, asking, "Seriously, Chubby... was today a good day for you?"  He goes, "The
best day I've had in over a year. How 'bout you?" I  immediately agree, then
ask, "What'd ya mean when you  said you don't know if we can be close like we
used to be?" He says, "Um, I didn't mean it like that. You and me will  forever
be the closest friends the world has ever known; I meant  our lives   are too
complicated for us to ever be as big a part of each others' lives as we used to
be; we'll never be able to be together 24/7 like we once were, not  even close."
I  go, "Oh... yeah, I guess." He rustles around  under the sheets until he's
facing me,  then asks me, "What kind of gay boy  are you? No kiss goodnight?" I
know he's saying that for my benefit, not because he wants a kiss, but so
what... that makes it even more special! I kiss him gently on the lips, then go
back for a wet   one, with some tongue. Chubby says, "Thanks for today, it's
made me feel better." I ask, "Ya still feel your life's off  kilter?" He
squeezes my hand, saying, "Yeah, but it's not off kilter as much as it was
yesterday, thanks to  you." That sure makes me feel good. Chubby then tries to
get some  space for himself in the small bed but I won't hear of it  and we fall
asleep in each others arms.

Next morning I wake up with a funny feeling about   yesterday. Chubby's still
sleeping, and as I stare at him I worry that he's not quite right somehow which
makes me think back to the window washer boys days when he was in an intolerable
situation for  over a year before confiding in me. Is there  something like that
going on now?  If  so, I can't for the life of me imagine what it might be,
unless  it's what I initially  thought: that maybe he's fighting with himself
about a sexual identity  crisis. Obviously he's  determined to have girlfriends
and spend a lots of time with whichever  one is 'it' at the moment, and if he's
just faking with that for some reason, and really doesn't wants to be doing
it... whoa, that's gotta be taking a tremendous amount of his energy... plus, it
can't  be any fun at all, and that will just suck if it's the case. Is Chubby
yearning to be himself rather than this macho stud boy he's trying to be, and if
so, what  might being himself be: gay, bisexual, straight?  And, how many times
have I gone over this very dilemma in my mind... about a thousand? I  know
better than to bring it up to Chubby because he won't give me a straight
answer... or a gay answer, for that matter...   heh heh. No, it's no laughing
matter actually, he might be very  stressed about this... or maybe it's
something else entirely. Chubby flips over, almost flopping  off the bed, then
nestles against  me... awwww, that's nice. Oh my God is he  so fucking cute!
Then I form this big question in my  head: was last night the  beginning  of a
newfound closeness for Chubby  and me, or his farewell tour of our  old lives
together? I really don't know  which way to go with that.  It's troubling
though, and for some reason it makes me nervous. Maybe change of any kind makes
me nervous, especially any kind  of change involving Chubby.

Laying in bed worrying about Chubby is getting me  nowhere so I get up and begin
my  bathroom routine, then get  dressed as Chubby's rolling out of bed,
mumbling, "Good  mornin', Dylan," and then into the bathroom he goes, closing
the door behind him. Hmmmm? I stare at the bathroom door for a minute, then walk
over and open it to  find Chubby  sitting on the toilet. He yells, "DYLAN!!" and
I'm like, "Yes? I'm right here..." which makes Chubby laugh, "Yes, I can see
you're right here, but why is that? Why are you here?" I say, "Because I'm not
sure how to take  your 'good-morning' greeting. Was it a happy greeting or a
routine one  or a  pissed-off  one?" He gets  serious, and says, "I'll be fine,
Dylan... really, bro.  I'm good, and  thanks for caring." He's sincere so we
bump fists, I nod at him and back out, feeling  better about  things. Chubby
closes the door again, probably harder than he needed to.  I pause for a second,
listening, then say through the bathroom door, "I'll get our coffees, okay?"
Chubby's like,  "Cool... do it,"  sounding like he'd appreciate if I left him
alone to do his business, which I do. Driving to Dunkin' Donuts  I'm feeling a
little better where Chubby's concerned.  He was  sweet to reassure me that he's
fine, but there's still a strong   possibility he's troubled about something,
which apparently he doesn't want me worrying about. All I can do is be alert for
a  change in his attitude, then if need be I'll sit him down and force  it out
of him.  But, on the other hand, I'm hoping he's actually telling me the truth
that he is in fact fine. I park the Jeep thinking  about all  the Sunday
mornings I walked here for our coffees; that was before we bought the Jeep. As
soon as  I'm around the corner from the parking lot I  recognize someone
standing outside the restaurant smoking a  cigarette, minding his own  business.
Walking quietly up behind him I say, in an authoritative  voice, "Are  you old
enough to smoke, sonny boy?" and  he turns around quickly, a sneer on his  lips
like he's ready to throw a smart-ass comment in my direction. I smile at him,
and he's like, "OH! It's my sexual advisor! Hi, Dylan!" and we hug. It's Ray
Ellis,  Elliot's younger brother. He's growing into a hot young stud. I ask, "Ya
need  any advise about your sexual orientation?" Ray steps  on his cigarette
butt, saying, "Oh, I outgrew that, Dylan." I ask, "Wha'd you decide?" and he's
like, "Well, my brothers a  queer, and you're at least bi, so I'm somewhere in
between you two." I  go, "Huh?" He's always been quite a confident boy even
though he's not quite sure what he's confident about. He taps me on my chest,
saying, "You and I had a couple of very interesting experiments and while you
benefited as much as me,  it was what I  needed at the time... so I owe ya." I
go,  "Oh goody, ya wanna buy my coffees  for me?" He laughs, and says, "I don't
owe ya money,  dummy... I owe ya a sexual favor.  You can  collect that favor
when it's convenient for both of  us, but not  now 'cause here comes my mother."
I look up and see Mrs. Ellis coming out the door carrying a  box of donuts, she
sees me too, and calls out, "Well,  Dylan... how nice to see you! Elliot
mentioned you just last night." I  go, "Hi, Mrs. Ellis... how is Elliot?" She's
next to Ray and me now, handing Ray the box, she says, "He's good... he and Jay
are skiing today though...  he'll be sorry he missed you." I say, "Yeah, me too
although I hooked-up with him a  few weeks ago, say hi for me though." Then,
looking at Ray, I go. "Right, I'll pick up that thing next time I'm home, maybe.
Awesome seeing you, Ray!" and we do the  quick hug and handshake thing. As I'm
walking into Dunkin' Donuts I hear Mrs. Ellis asking, "Were you smoking again,
Raymond?" He's like, "No way, ma, it's  Dylan's smoke you smell," and I can't
hear the rest. It's so perfectly like Ray to think my reward for helping him is
I get to blow him, or he gets to  fucked me up the ass... hee hee.   He's a
character alright... and both of those things, I just mentioned, ain't so bad
anyway, now that I  think about it. And, just like that I recall Ray's body
odor, as in BO, when he's naked. It's the  opposite of the personal odors of
Robby and Chubby, and a couple of others. Ray's almost offensive body odor
registers in my brain as being on the borderline of sexy and slightly gross, and
I grab my crotch standing in line for coffees... Ray Ellis, damn! That kid is
another one who's got my number, in more ways than one.

Back at the condo with the coffees I find that Chubby's up and raring to go,
seemingly his old self. We start the breakfast by squeezing fresh orange juice
from naval oranges while talking about a  few of our classmates at Merrimack.
Chubby's like, "That toad  Artie Baxter is such a freshasaurus!" I go, "Yeah,
he's giving us freshmen  a bad name.  How can he be so clueless? I mean, we're
almost done the first half of the last semester." Chubby turns off the juicer,
and says, "That should be enough OJ for the four of us, nothing like fresh
squeezed!" I'm still dumping on Artie, I go, " Baxter's a real mouse potato
too.  He must spend ten hours a day on his PC." Chubby's lost interest in Artie,
and says, "Yo, I got a text from Ears Henderson when you were getting the
coffees.  He and his buddy Scott were doing too much 'front loading'    before
Tracy's Saturday beer party yesterday, drunk before they got to the party and
then got drunker and around midnight wound-up at a party in a trailer park in
Peabody with bikers. They managed to sneak away but had to walk a few miles down
route 1 at two o'clock in the morning calling everyone they knew, trying to get
a ride home... ya know.  Finally Sally Mc Dermott saved their asses."  I  don't
know  Sally and I'm not about to ask Chubby  who she is 'cause I don't care. How
he knows so many girls is a mystery to me... when does he meet them all? I turn
the radio on and our conversation dies out.

Shortly we've got the orange juice is in the refrigerator and coffees are here
too, so we work  our way  through  the rest of our Sunday brunch which includes
home fries, blueberry muffins, Canadian bacon, and finally scrambled eggs with
cheddar cheese. We get it all prepared and are reheating the coffees in the
microwave when Tris  comes  in, asking, "Breakfast ready yet, boys?" My mom
comes out  of her bedroom wearing pajamas, slippers, and a bathrobe... talking
up a storm.  The two moms spend hours and hours together at work and at play,
but still they're never at a loss for something to  talk about; it's startling!
Chubby and I smile and shake our heads a little... our two moms are really
something. Then, during breakfast,  our moms switch gears and are now only
interested in Chubby and me. They're interested to the degree that Chub and me
start getting defensive, saying, "Too personal! You don't need that much
information! That's the kind of conversation mothers have with their daughters,
not their  sons." They laugh at us when we get offended at  their personal
questions, then go on to ask the next one, nagging us for details. They do it
because they're normal probing moms, but also they do it to tease us. The moms
are always upbeat, smiley, and happy and it becomes contagious so Chubby and me
can't really get upset at them. Then, a situation comes up that we need to deal
with: the Volvo station wagon needs work done on  it's exhaust system so it can
pass the state inspection, and the moms can get a new inspection sticker. My
mom's new boyfriend runs a  garage so he'll take care of the  car on a Sunday as
a favor, but mom needs to leave it with  him  all day. Plus, the  moms want to
get a flower arrangement to take to the  Dickers as a hostess gift. Chubby
volunteers to follow the moms over to the garage and to drive them to the
Dickers afterward, and then he  discovers he'll also need to  take them flower
shopping. Whew! I owe him one for that.  Before Chubby comes to his senses and
changes  his mind I call Robby and catch him as he's driving home from
Merrimack; he agrees to pick me up on the way to his house.  I'm feeling good
'cause like I said, I do not want to get involved in any shopping with  those
ladies... it's torture. Thinking about Ray Ellis telling  me this, I tell
Chubby, "I owe ya one, dude!" and he's like, "Yes, yes you do, bro!" then he
mouths, "I gotta go shopping  with them!" and mimes a silent scream. I say,
"Yeah, I heard they want to do a little flowers shopping, sounds like fun."
Chubby makes a face, and I go, "No, really, I'm  soooo sorry... I'm really
sorry, but you did volunteer." He  goes, "That's   before I knew about the
shopping." I try not to laugh, but a  little chuckle sneaks out anyway  which I
try to cover with a fake cough, covering my smirking face with my hand. He goes,
"I  heard that giggle."

Robby pulls up at the curb before  the moms and Chubby even leave. I glance over
at Chubby to say  goodbye and see him rolling his eyes because with the moms
it's always something holding up the works.  Now they're trying to decide what
to wear to the Dickers after their errands. I give Chub a hug, saying,  "Thanks
bro! Next time I'll do it." He's smiling phonily, saying, "Yes, you will," but
he's not  really upset, it's just us goofin' on the situation. He  seems okay
now, maybe his funk is over, which makes me feel good. Chub and me complain
about the moms sometimes, but we're actually happy to do whatever we can  for
them... they're basically a lot of fun and have always been totally supportive
of us.  I'm out the door  before Robby's up the steps to our condo, "Hi, Dylan!"
"Hi, Robby!" Our hellos feel dramatic, like  we've been away from each other for
a long time. We   both realize we're overdoing it, so he jokingly says, "It'll
be so awkward getting to know you  again," and we're laughing about that. I
say, "Being dorks makes  everything harder too, ya know?"  We get in his pickup
chuckling, and we're off for his house.  I'm feeling real good again. In the
truck I ask about Dodger and Robby tells me he doesn't even know if his brother
will be home when  we get  there. "He'll probably be with Vinnie, fucking or
something. Those two make you and me seem like an old married couple." Well,
that may be true but it's not my fault, although I  don't say this to Robby.  I
just go, "Huh," because that's a safe  noncommittal comment... very all-purpose.
Robby tells me about today's baseball practice; then, he says, "Oh, wait'll you
hear this: I'm  all alone in the apartment last night, right? It's spookily
quiet and about one o'clock in the morning I wake-up and feel around on the bed
for you, ya know, but you're not there" I tease him,  "Awww, poor baby," and he
goes, "No, wait'll you hear. The place is deadly silent  and I  get this creepy
feeling like maybe I heard something... then   nothing, just that hollow sound
in my ear from listening too hard.   I'm laying in bed, stiff as a board... my
body's stiff as a board, not my dick... then, from down the fucking hall, in the
middle of the  night in an empty  apartment, a toilet flushes and I'm about to
have a freakin'   heart  attack, dude!" I go, "You're shitting me!" and Robby
laughs, saying, "Yeah, I am... that didn't happen." He's in a good mood too, so
everything's great again!

Then he tells me a slightly disturbing story from last night when he was doing
his shift at Stop and Shop. It involves my twenty-one  year old  supervisor,
Alan Snyder, who usually assigns me to work with him because I suck-up to him
something terrible... he doesn't realize I'm doing it in a mocking way.  It's
harmless fun for me, and it probably  perks up Alan's self image a little too...
I give and I give, ya know? Anyway, I'm not there last night so Alan's looking
around and sees Robby's working the register and chooses him to take my place.
Alan tells Robby to turn off the  light to his register and meet him in the
bakery supply area as soon as he's  finished with his last customer. Robby does
what he's told and  goes in the  back of the bakery to help  unload a  truck of
bakery stuff.  Anyway, for reasons unknown, Alan's asking questions about,
guess who? Yep, me! Robby says, "He's kinda gross with that scruffy beard; plus,
it always looks like there's cake stuck in his teeth... and he's always playing
with himself!" Puzzled at Robby's assessment of Alan, I mumble, "I've  never
noticed the cake thing." Robby goes  right past that comment, adding,
"Naturally, I had to do almost all the unloading while Alan sat there on his ass
rubbing his hand up and down his hairy leg, asking questions about you." Still
puzzled, I ask, "Don't you think  he's sexy?"  Robby makes a face, saying,
"Surely you're joking!  Sexy? Euuu, he's disgusting." I say, "He is not, he's
mature and I think he's the sexiest thing... next to you, of course. What kind
of questions was he  asking about me?" Robby tells me the questions were mostly
personal, and asked in a way to give the impression Alan  didn't really care
what the answers were, but then... why ask, ya know? The gist of the
interrogation was Alan  wanted to know if I ever mention him to Robby, and since
I  hardly ever mentioned Alan to anyone, he tells Alan that which seems to annoy
him... then he wants to know if I have a girlfriend. Robby's starting to get
creeped-out with the nature  of the questions so he tells  Alan he doesn't know
if I have a girlfriend or not. All this time Alan's busily rubbing the thick
hairs on his leg... next question: Has Robby's noticed me being respectful  to
everyone? He probably wants to know that  because I do that phony respectful act
with him, calling him Mr. Snyder and all.  Ha  ha, he's not even two years older
than me and and I call him "mister" and he  doesn't see  anything unusual about
it. So, he's a little bit whacked-out, but oh my God would I love just once to
have him dominate my ass  with some sexy actiion. Of course, I've been under the
impression he's  straight; almost everybody is, but now that I find out he's
asking questions about me... hmmmm? Robby tells me Alan asked him other general
questions about me and then, when he finally picked-up on Robby discomfort about
all the questions, he explained that the questions were merely part of an
evaluation he's doing of me and this  part involves what coworkers think of me.
It's been apparent to me since I started the job that Alan's not the sharpest
knife in the drawer, and now I know fer sure he isn't. Robby, for some reason,
believed Alan's horse-bleep story about the evaluation and gave a glowing review
of what an excellent coworker I am,  which is sweet of  him and so I pull on his
earlobe, saying, "You even lie  for me! What a boyfriend!" Robby took me serious
with  that too, looking smugly proud  of himself. In the end though, I can't
come to a  definite conclusion about what Alan's questions means, but it'll be
disturbing if he's onto my mocking of him and he's gathering background material
to justify firing me.  As for his horse-bleep evaluation lie, there's no
evaluation for part-time employees until their first anniversary, if they last
that long. So something unknown is in play here; either I'm getting fired or,
could it be Alan's gay and has perhaps  picked-up on some of my glances at him
and my innuendoes about who I think is cool, and how I've been subtly inferring
Alan fits the bill for a cool hot stud...  could it be he's finally adding one
and one and come up with two?  The answer is to be determined, but I'm certainly
intrigued.

To change the subject, I ask Robby, "Did ya even talk to Dodger today?" Robby
says, "Not today and like I said, I don't know  if he's here or not." As we park
I see that the parent's car is gone, but  Dodger's pickup, which is Robby's
hand-me-down, is  in the garage... it's always fun seeing Dodger. I like it that
he tells me I'm the hottest thing this side of the sun even though I'm fully
aware that most  of it's just Dodger's act at being a hot shit, but at the  same
time it's kinda flattering. Last time I was home Dodger and Vinnie came over for
haircuts  and those two almost got in my pants. It was a Sunday though and my
mom was  upstairs with her new boyfriend so I was spared the boy's full-blown
sexual advances... and I'm still pissed-off about that.  Ha ha!  No, the truth
is I was following  Robby's rules so it wasn't going to happen, but it's a blast
flirting with those two sixteen year old boys; or are  they seventeen now.
 Hopping out of the pickup I hear the back door  of the house slamming and here
comes Dodger around the  truck... he's on me like a cat. Dodger moves
effortlessly, a fantastic athlete; even more so than his brother.  Before I can
say, "Hi!" he's got a fistful of my dick, and his lips are on mine giving me a
wet kiss; then, in a fake serious voice, he says "I heard you're  two-timing me
with my brother.  Say it  ain't so, Dylan!" I go, "Yes, I confess, your
brother's  screwing me, but nobody is two-timing you  unless it's Vinnie," he
leans in close so that his fresh breath  is all over my face, "I'm gonna fuck
you so great today  you'll leave  Robby and come crawling to me this very
afternoon. Whaddaya say to that?" I go, "Could you let go of my dick..." which
he does, and then he kisses me again,  before saying, "I'm serious about that
fuck though... just saying." Robby gets Dodger from behind now, his arm  around
Dodger's neck pulling him against his chest. He kisses the side of Dodger's
face, saying, "I miss you brother, why don't you ever  drive up to visit me?"
The boys look very much alike even though Dodgers got medium brown hair and
light brown eyes while Robby's got the blond and blue combination going for him.
Other than that they're pretty much identical, especially now that Dodger's
grown into his own. He's close to five foot, ten  inches tall now, the same as
Robby and me. Both brothers have the smooth as satin  peaches  and cream
complexion with the rosy spots at  their cheek bones.  They look brand new and
delicious. Nearly perfect facial features, great  bodies... both of them just
awesome examples of the young male  form.

Dodger twists around so he's face to face with Robby, and says, "I'm jealous of
both of you, that's why I don't visit you at college. I'm jealous you're doing
Dylan and you're not doing me, and I'm jealous Dylan's doing it with you and
he's not doing it with me." Instead of laughing it off,  Robby's sincere when he
pulls  Dodger's head against his shoulder, saying, "I  know, I know... but you
and I still have our times together too, and you have hot little Vinnie... hey,
ya wanna trade?" Dodger mumbles, "Let me think about that, bro, then his head
lifts up and twists around for a brotherly kiss on the lips that turns into one
of the most erotic kisses I've ever seen... my dick's boning-up from this
voyeuristic experience. It's like watching an incredibly  good-looking boy kiss
himself on a mirror. They pull away and then go right back at it and I find
myself panting like a dog in heat by  the time they pull apart, red-faced, and
now seemingly embarrassed, realizing how carried away they'd gotten, and with me
here to see it. Robby's kiss sure  calmed down the normally rambunctious Dodger
though and his body language is indicating he's submissive to his big brother,
leaning against him with his eyes looking down. I've never seen Dodger like
this although of course I've  seen him and Robby doing quick kisses as long as
I've known them. I witnessed the three-way in the  garage too, but this is the
first time he's appears to be submissive in any way. It's like he's waiting for
Robby to tell him what the next move is. That kiss had a powerful arousal effect
on both brothers, the tenting at the front of their pants is very noticeably.
Robby puffs his cheeks out and blows a few exhales out, then looks at me, and
says, "I'm sorry, Dylan... that wasn't fair to you.  It's just  that Dodger's
having a  hard time adjusting to me being away at college and he... um, we... ya
know, we've  been messin' around with each other sexually for almost five years
and it's hard for Dodger to make the adjustment to our new circumstances, and
it's hard for me too!"  He's hugging Dodger around the neck with Dodger
seemingly melding into his brother. I adjust my crotch, shrug, and mumble, "No
problem... I'm good, ah... ya know,  whatever.  It's cool." Dodger grins now,
straightening  up and moving away from Robby a step, then says, "We made you
wicked uncomfortable, didn't we?  You didn't know what was happening, did ya?" I
shrug again, shaking my head,  saying, "What? Na, no ,no... I'm not
uncomfortable, why should I be? It's cool, you're brothers, ahh... no problem."
Both Robby and Dodger are laughing now; Dodger's regained more of his normal
personality, and says,  "I never saw you flustered before like you were just
now, Dylan," and I go, "Ask  your brother, I get flustered about every twenty
minutes." Robby puts his arm around my neck now, pulling me to him like he did
with Dodger, saying,  "No he doesn't,  Dodger... he's the coolest kid I know." I
mutter, "Oh, sure!" as Robby kisses the side of my forehead, trying to make-up
for that demonstration with his brother... sweet!

Out of the blue, Dodger's like, "Would you two college boys show a high school
junior like myself how it feels to be part of, what I   believe is called, a
three-way?" The light turns-on in my head now and I'm wondering if this was a
set-up by these two... not that I'm  complaining. I say to Dodger, "I'll need to
ask permission," then mugging, like a little kid asking if it's okay to get some
ice cream, I ask Robby, "Can we?" Robby doesn't get the joke and appears
flustered, stammering, "Dodger, you didn't, shouldn't... we weren't, um... we
didn't have this planned, Dylan... don't think  that,"  then, turning back to
Dodger, "We talked about this and agreed not to!" and he seems sincerely
pissed-off.  Dodger says, "Pleassssse, Robby..." Looking at me, Robby shrugs and
grins nervously, asking, "Ya want to?" and I say, "Sure... yeah..." and the
three of us all start acting self conscious, it's all of a sudden very awkward
out here; no one knows who to look at or what to say, never mind what to do. I'm
biting my lip, excited but still wondering if this was planned like Willie and
Andy  planned the three-way with me that time, without consulting me.  Well
actually, Robby just asked if I wanted to do this so it's not the same thing at
all. Dodger finally says, "Mom  and dad just left for the grocery store so
they'll be gone for about an hour," and I ask, "Where shall we do the, you
know... where should we mess around, Robby?" Me asking Robby that question
appears to be his signal to reassert himself as our leader, and he goes, "We'll
use  Dodger's and my bedroom, of course..." then  to Dodger, "Get up there and
neaten it up, we'll be along in four or five minutes. I gotta tell Dylan
something, then we'll be right there." Dodger's like, "You got it, boss... I'm
so excited!" It seems we're replacing awkwardness with anticipation; I know
that's true for me anyway.

I watch Dodger's ultra hot, slim body gracefully glide away, then turn to look
at Robby and all of a sudden I'm a little  concerned about  what it  is he has
to tell me. He puts his hands on my shoulders,  looking me straight in the eyes,
and says, "There's no easy way to tell you this so I'm gonna come straight out
with  it, and believe me, if I could  change it I would, so please don't waste
your time trying to change what can't be changed." My balls are shrinking, my
heartbeat increases and I'm having a hard time staring back into Robby's eyes
now. Has he found out about some of my earlier  buddy-sex partners... that's
ancient history though, fer chrissakes! I'll tell him it's water over the damn.
I sheepishly ask,  "Is it something I did, Robby... 'cause I don't wanna do
anything to break us up!" He's like, "Wha, what are you talking about?" I go,
"Nothing, just saying... we're tight, we're good, right?" He smiles, slowly
shaking his head, then goes, "I'm glad to hear we're tight because I gotta tell
ya that I need to disappoint you... I can't do spring break with you...  wish I
could  change that, but I can't." I mutter, "Spring break? We can't do  anything
on spring break? Why not?" Robby takes his hands off my shoulders and gets  an
arm around my neck, explaining, "My goofy parents! They still think Dodger and I
are little boys who love family  outings.  Well... we used to, ya  know? Anyway,
they arranged this surprise trip to the Grand Canyon for spring break... it
sucks, but I don't want to hurt their feeling so I'm  like...' oh, boy!'  Of
course, Dodger  through a fit... he didn't pretend it was cool at all, but the
trip's paid for etc. etc. etc. so we're going." Robby and I are walking  towards
the house now as he tells me about the fit Dodger threw about this family outing
and it's funny as hell and I'm initially relieved this is all he has to tell me,
but then I realize it is kind of a big deal because Chubby's working during
spring break and now Robby will be away, so what the hell am I gonna do? Robby
and me  had been planning a trip to Salisbury Beach or someplace warmer than
here.  No specific plans, but we were gonna do something. I say, "Well, this
sucks!..." and we  commiserate about how much it sucks as we're going up the
steps to the boys' bedroom. Inside the bedroom all  thoughts of spring  break
take a break, and we concentrate on matters at hand.

Dodger and Robby begin getting  undressed, so I do too; it's like   they know
the routine. Robby's offhandedly asking Dodger, "Where's Vin?" and it sounds so
natural, like there was a time Vinnie, Dodger, and Robby were routinely doing
what the three of us are  going to do.  I can only hope I do Vinnie proud. I'm
not jealous that Robby does it with his brother, or even that he's had
three-ways with Dodger and Vinnie; in fact, I'm relieved 'cause now I know I'm
not the only one with a weakness for gay sex. Also, it lifts the cloud of guilty
consciences for a few of my past  indiscretions.  We're merely human teenagers
with lots of testosterone, or whatever it is that makes us constantly horny...
and I'm good with that. Then, the brothers are naked and if you  wanna see
something special, gawk at the naked  Dickers brothers standing side by side
with their pale-pink, nearly hairless skin, and their bodies' with perfect
muscular definition. Nothing strained or artificial, all  natural God-given
gifts of  perfection. I do a sharp inhale at first glance of their almost
identical four inch cocks, both with sparse light brown pubic patches. Their
groins look like drawings, they're  so finely formed. Nice fat heads on their
cocks, both mostly covered with foreskin reaching to their rather wide pee-slits
at the top of each penis. Both boys absently fondling their dicks as I kick off
my boots and pull off my jeans and underpants. When I'm naked Dodger cries out,
"Oh man, you shave your pubes... cool!! You've got a fabulous body, Dylan!"
Dodger's  acting like this is all new to him; he's uber excited. Robby says,
"Don't pretend you haven't seen it before, Dodger... I know your history of
seducing my boyfriend," and he chuckles as the brothers bump fists. Then Robby
says, "Okay, somebody needs to take  charge  and I guess  it's me. One of you,
that'll be you Dylan, get  around behind me and get your tongue up my ass... and
Dodger, you get in front and suck your  big brother's cock.   Get to it boys!" I
swear to god, the way  Robby began bossing Dodger and me around is so friggin'
hot! I hurry around behind him and spread his ass cheeks getting my nose in his
crack and my tongue on his anus. Dodger appears to be in the same frame of mind
as he  gets right to work sucking his brother's cock.  There's added sexual
stimulation for me knowing Robby's getting sucked off and rimmed at the same
time. He's the boss and it sorta reminds me of Willie and me being  bossed
around by Carl and how it's hotter and sexier getting bossed when you're with
someone in the same position as yourself, like Willie and me were back then, and
now Dodger and me are in the same boat pleasuring Robby. None of this is lovers
sex, it's all playtime stuff; buddy sex for the sake of sex and therefore much
different than sex Robby and me so  often have. That's not to say it isn't hot
as the hubs of hell 'cause it is, it's just a  different kind of  heat.

By the time I've got  Robby's buttocks slippery with my spit and my tongue is up
his ass a little, my own cock is fully extended, although not rigidly hard.  I
resist stroking it and instead bump it against the back of Robby leg until Robby
goes, "Okay boys, switch... lets  go!" So Dodger and me, on our hands and knees,
switch places grinning at each other as we pass, then we stop, back up on all
fours, and do a hot little bit of spit swapping with lots of tongue sucking
until Robby says, "Stop that you perverts, do your  jobs!" His voice is totally
joking, none of the hard authority of others I've know... I kind of miss that,
but Robby's so cool I don't mind. Up on my knees in front of him I hear slurping
by Dodger as he adds his saliva to mine on Robby's ass.  I take hold of Robby's
cock, which is sticking straight out from  his  groin, and admire what a good
job Dodger did. My eyes wide, I'm  stroking this hot, hard boner of Robby's a
few times, then engulf the whole thing in my mouth letting it slide back on my
tongue. It's dripping Dodger's  spit and when Robby thrusts his hips forward it
slides right into my throat, and as I've said a  hundred times, "I love me some
Robby penis!"  Knowing Dodger's spit's all over it adds to my excitement and
Robby's pretty aroused himself. After taking his boner into my throat two times
Robby begins doing some squirming and grunting, and then he's bucking his hips
gently. With a moan, he turns his head to say to his  brother, "That feels
awesome Dodger, more tongue though, if ya can..." and then he gets a pinch of my
hair, saying. "Dylan... you've got me right on the edge of climax, but how 'bout
standing up, turning around, and bending over 'cause I wanna fuck you before
Dodger slops up your hole." Frowning, I do as he wants, wondering if  those two
have this planned-out already. Robby's  gets my  hips and pulls me back into
him; I take little backward steps with my hands on my knees. "Ooooh!" I go as
Robby pushes his boner inside me and humps me five times fast. Apparently he
really got turned-on from all the sucking and rimming because he's usually more
considerate, although he is mumbling,  "Sorry , Dylan... I couldn't wait," and
then he fucks me  a dozen times making whistling sounds between his teeth with
each penetration. I want to stroke myself so badly but use willpower to hold off
'cause it won't be long... my ass is feeling so good an orgasm will soon be
coming on  me without me touching myself.

With his boner up my ass as far as he can get it, Robby stops fucking me to say,
"Would ya stand-up straight now, Dylan..." as I do that he gets his arms around
my chest and pulls me into him tightly, my back against my chest. Robby then
humps his cock straight in and out of my asshole hard for thirty  seconds;
precum drools from my cock and I groan in pleasure. He stops again, breathing
hard,  then says, "Dodger, come around in front so Dylan can get his cock up
your ass." Waiting for Dodger, Robby's stopped fucking me  except for small slow
one to two inch casual humps  up inside me.  He leans to my ear, asking, "You
okay, Dylan?" and I'm like, "Yeah, it feels awesome, but I'm  gonna cum too
quickly." Robby pushes up inside me all the way, and  leaves it there, saying,
"I'll give ya a minute or two to calm down, okay?" Dodger makes one last wet
smacking sound with his mouth as he's pulling his tongue out  of his brother's
ass, then he says, "Whoooeee, I'm finally gonna get fucked by Dylan!" He takes a
second to get some lube from a tube and strokes his semi-boner, and then my hard
one, "Wow, Dylan, you're so lucky to have this long dick," and for once I think
Dodge's serious. I go, "Yeah, I know, and I can't wait to get it up your ass."
Dodger  backs into me and I get an arm around his belly holding him in place
while my other hand is moving my boner to line up with his hole and, "Ummmmph!"
goes Dodger, as I'm pushing my cock in past his sphincter muscle. "Owww," he
quietly goes as I'm pushing up further and oh my god it feels wonderful...  it
feels exactly like pushing my cock up Robby's ass.  Dodger has almost the exact
subtle odor today as Robby's; it's not unusual for Dodger to be a little grungy
and smell a little off, as in B.O. but not in an offensive way... in a sexy way.
It's a little weird to have my cock up an ass that feels just like  Robby's
while Robby's behind me with his cock up my ass. Yes, a little weird, but a lot
hot too! Dodger strokes his cock,  mumbling, "Isn't that flag pole in me all the
way yet?" I give one  last hump and then press my bare belly against his
hairless buttocks getting up his ass another half inch, saying, "It's is now,
dude!"  He grunts,  "Jesus! That feels really good, Dylan... burns like a
son-of-a-bitch, but feels really good.  Do me, hard!" and as Robby's pulling his
boner back I pull mine back five inches out of Dodger's ass, and when Robby's
pushing back inside me I do the same to Dodger and soon we've got a nice
synchronized rhythm going, but I last only about a minute; too much awesome
stimulation from Robby plowing my ass and me doing the same to Dodger. I try
real hard not to be a  nerd, but  still squeal a long embarrassing hissing
high-pitch noise as cum spews out of my cock into Dodger's bowels; then, as I'm
blowing a saliva mist  through my teeth onto the back of Dodger's head, I fire
an even longer string  of hot teen cum, creamy and sticky up Dodger's ass as he
bumps his buttocks back into my crotch mumbling, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!" Robby's
breathing raspy fast breathes as he goes, "Ahhhh," and pulls out  of my ass,
murmuring, "Let me shoot up his ass too, Dylan."  I back out of Dodger's ass and
a long string of cum connects Dodger's anus to the head of my cock, then breaks
free to swing down against the back of Dodger's thigh. Robby slides his hot
boner up his brother's over-lubed, spunk filled ass, then he catches his breath
for a second, does two slow humps in and back, then rabbit fucks Dodger in a
frenzy for almost a minute before yelling, "Fuuuuck!" while pouring his teen
spunk up Dodger's ass. I see Robby's buttock's muscle clench with each shot of
cum he blows up his brother's ass. Robby's orgasm quickly runs it's course and
he wraps his arms around Dodger, licks his ear,  and then begins humping him
roughly, almost pulling him off the floor with each  thrust up his  ass until
Dodger puffs out a big exhale, then does a series of frantic grunts bumping back
into  his brother.  Dodger's thrusting his hips back and then out as one of the
longest strings of cum I've ever seen leaves his boner in a   straight line and
makes a sticky sound spattering off  their night stand. Robby's like, "I fucked
it out of ya, didn't I bro?" Dodger tightens his stomach muscles and another
good squirt of cum is followed by three quick spurts as Dodger collapses back
against Robby.

I feel kinda weak myself. Watching these two brothers fuck is quite a turn on,
and that takes me by surprise. Well, I guess I got turned on watching that
prick, Larry, fuck Willie way back when, but it didn't have the effect on me
this had. Wow! Robby's and my cum mixture rolls down the back of Dodger's legs
as all three of us have are hand on our own  dicks breathing roughly. "Whoa,
that was good!" goes Robby, with a grin on his lips. "How'd you like it, Dylan?"
I go, "It was totally, totally  phat!" Dodgers looking  behind him swabbing at
the cum on his ass and legs with a washcloth, saying, "My exact thoughts, you
boys fuck good!" Robby takes  the washcloth and  cleans Dodger the best he can,
saying, "Lets get something to drink and see if we can squeeze out another one
before the rents get home," then, thinking about his parents, he wanders over to
check that the door is locked. We flip a coin to see who needs to put some
clothes on for the walk to the kitchen for Cokes... Robby loses. He puts a
bathrobe on, saying, "Nobody's home, I could get the sodas naked," and Dodger
says, "Why don't ya then?" and Robby goes, "Don't be an asshole, Dodger..."  The
brothers can actually act like brothers once in a while too... I've seen them
argue many times. Back with the Cokes, we discuss our sex  together without the
awkwardness of earlier hindering the discussion; we're relaxed and enjoying our
buddy sex... or incest, I guess, in a couple of instances here.  None  of my
business. The  brothers argue about something else and soon they're wrestling
and giggling and I wish I was in the middle of it, but  it  doesn't last long.
Dodger's like, "Can we try something now, Robby?" and it's hard getting used to
seeing this deference that Dodger's showing Robby; of course, I've never had sex
with both of them at the same time before either, which is why I've never
noticed it before. Robby goes, "Okay, we better get to it though. This time you
two get each other hard, and then you'll mount Dylan, Dodger, and I'll let him
suck my cock. I know you love doing that, Dylan, right?" I go, "Roger that," and
start stroking Dodger's short cock.  He pushes my hand away, laughing, "Suck it,
fool." I go, "You first," and he goes right down on me and quickly shows me why
Robby's cock was so hard when I came  around to suck it a little while ago...
this boy can suck some cock, and take it in his throat too.  He may even like
sucking cock more than I do; well, that's probably not possible, but almost  as
much as me is a possibility. It takes him two minutes to get me  rock  hard
again; then I suck his cock. My dick was up his ass a little while ago but that
doesn't slow down Dodger's licking and sucking of my soiled dick... apparently
he's into a  little grung as well as being a little grungy at times, which
doesn't surprise me at all. His cock taste exactly like Robby's and if I were
blindfolded I'm not sure I could tell if I'm sucking or fucking one or the
other.  Their personalities are quite different though, so I'd be able to tell
that much about them, blindfolded or not.  And I'm not saying Dodger isn't a hot
shit 'cause he is; he just doesn't have that special something Robby has that
makes me love him so.

When I've got Dodger's cock standing up hard and  straight, he says, "On all
fours, dawg!" and I get down on my hands and knees with him in back of me, one
of his legs outside each of mine.  Without further ado he mounts me thrusting
his boner up my ass, saying, "I  told ya I was gonna give you a good fucking.
 Didn't I?" and he begins slamming his cock up my ass smacking me  with the palm
of his hand with every  thrust and I feel my balls  reawakening... no way I'll
get any kind of a spunk load, just a few squirts but I've learned from
experience that those squirts can feel totally out of this world. The second
climax doesn't get it's due, if ya ask me. Robby's all of a sudden in from of
me, he puts a hand under my chin lifting my head, saying, "Open," and when I do
he slides his cock along my tongue until the head is bumping against the gag
reflex area at the back of my throat. "Suck me off like only you can do it,
Dylan... lots of slurping, get sloppy with it." My ass feels like it's on fire,
a pleasurable  fire. It's hot back there because Dodger's really plowing my hole
and the friction around my anus has me gasping with erotic sensations, but
sucking Robby's cock is one of my favorite things to do  so I concentrate on
that and really work up saliva that spreads around my mouth and drools down my
chin as Robby's humping his hips, fucking my throat while I'm lapping at the
shaft of  his cock for all I'm worth. Sweat rolls down my face and erotic
sensations are again beginning to overwhelm me. Taking it in the ass and the
throat at the same time, with the Dickers brothers giving it to me... well, my
cock's so hard and stiff it's hurting, pointing straight down beneath me. I
can't take a hand from the floor to stroke myself because Dodger's slamming his
boner up my ass so hard I need both hands supporting me to prevent me from
falling on my face.

This goes on a minute or two: then, out of breath, Dodger says to Robby, "Can
you  get him upright, bro?" and without answering, Robby gets his hand under my
chin again, saying, "Straighten up, Dylan..." and I lift off the floor, up on my
knees, my mouth level with Robby's cock  now. In this new position I can take
Robby's cock straight down my throat and Dodger's able to thrust his boner in an
upward direction which now has his fat boner head sliding over my  prostate with
every penetration and withdrawal.  Absolutely awesome duel stimulation and I
don't last a minute before little squirts of cum fling out of my cock causing
every muscle in my body to contract with each  squirt. As happens occasionally
when I'm extremely stimulated, I feel like I'm going to black out, sweat pours
out of my forehead as Robby cups behind my head with both hands and shoots
shorts squirts of spunk into my mouth before sliding the head of his cock down
my throat, it slides in the slippery creamy cum on my tongue, then he drools the
rest of his load  down my throat where it feel thick and sticky and I worry
about it getting in my nasal passages. "Oh my god!!" exclaims Robby, "That was
so fucking hot, bro!" Watching you fucking my boyfriend  while I'm fucking his
face is the hottest thing I've ever experienced.  Oh man! I'm exhausted." Dodger
grunts something unintelligible and then fills my ass with much more spunk than
a second climax should contain. He goes, "Whoooooa," and doggy fucks me fast,
his boner like a piston in and out of my cum slippery asshole for maybe a
minute, then slows down little by little before pulling out, saying, "Jesus!
You're a lucky bastard, Robby...  what an asshole on Dylan." Then, from behind,
an arm around my  neck and a kiss on my sweaty face, as Dodger says, "You're the
best, Dylan... I knew you were special the first time I laid eyes on you.
 You're a good sport too!" He laughs, then explains, "Hey, I just thought of
that time, Dylan.. you know, when I took my  speedo bathing suit off and offered
it to you to wear and instead of rejecting it you were a good sport then too,
and you wore it?"  Oh yeah, that was a couple of years ago. I'd  forgotten that,
but now I remember his speedo had some skid marks at the crack too; he's right
though, I wore it... it was around their swimming pool the first time I ever met
Dodger. I say, "Yeah, it was a tight fit too." He's got both arms around my neck
now, saying in my ear, "Lift up a second," and when I do, asking, "Why..."
 Dodger slides his cock back up my cum-slippery ass again and we both let out a
quiet, "Ahhhhh, ooooh..." Dodger keeps both arms around my neck, pulling be back
against him as he  nails my asshole, pounding it with his fine four-inch, big
headed boner... neither of us has had enough yet.

>From the bathroom where  Robby's got the shower warming up, he shouts, "Come on
guys, lets get cleaned-up before the rents get back."  Dodger and I are grunting
quietly, ignoring Robby as my cock firms up again... I don't know how many
boners I've gotten since coming in this bedroom, but it been a nice run. There's
sweat between my back and Dodgers chest, and between his forearms and my neck,
as he fucks me a new asshole. His hot breath blows in panting breaths against
the side of my face, and his odor surrounds us as I let my body stay docile for
him, enjoying being fucked by Robby's little brother. Dodger's never been shy
and he's not now either, "Back on all fours," he commands, letting loose of my
neck. I gasp with sexual arousal and grab my boner to stroke it three or four
times, then I'm down again in doggy position with Dodger behind me, his knees
bent so his crotch is level with my asshole and he's humping his boner up my ass
going straight in  rubbing my prostate again and I  start seeing stars.  When he
reaches under and squeezes my balls I shoot out a few spurts of  watery cum and
squeal embarrassingly, like Rajon does.  Dodger humps his cock up my ass again,
squeezes my balls like last time and watery something comes out on the throw
rug... I  think some of it's urine. One more hard squeezes of my nuts and Dodger
shoots a shocking amount of young teen spunk up my ass to join the rest... then
another squirt and he's breathing noisily and making those sounds of pain that
Robby makes when he's having an orgasm, then ten fast sloppy humps up my ass
with cum splattering against his groin and all around my buttocks. Totally out
of breath Dodger reaches around me and pulls my arm back so I collapse onto my
face and chest, then he move my legs back so I'm lying flat on the floor with
him on top of me still impaling me with his cock in my ass. I can't believe he
fucked a third orgasm out of me, and I really can't  believe how large his third
one was.  "You had  enough yet, Dylan?" mutters Dodger. I go,
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" and then Robby, with a towel around his waist, comes into
the bedroom laughing, "I took a shower and you two perverts are still fucking?
Holy shit!" and he smacks his  brother on his bare ass with the palm of his
hand, adding, "We gotta do this more often! The three musketeers...." Dodger and
I groan and as Dodger slowly gets up pulling his cock out of my body, it making
a hollow popping sound when pulling past my sphincter muscle... we all chuckle.
Robby goes, "I'm just saying... you guys should hurry up, mom and dad will be
back any minute."

Dodger and I take a shower together without even once grabbing each other's
dick.  we're satisfied for now, and mostly I'm marveling at how Robby never got
the least bit upset or jealous about anything sexually his brother did with me.
 Of course, I'd never get jealous of Dodger doing stuff with Robby because
they're brothers, incest doesn't  really bother  me if it's two consenting
brothers, or sisters for that matter.  If you mix and match, or parents and
children are involved, I got problems with that, but it's just my opinion and
other's have the right to theirs. It also was apparent that once Dodger saw that
Robby didn't have a problem with him fucking me he really got into it and
adopted his brother's 'top/dom' position almost automatically. There's gotta be
something about me, some signal I'm putting out that's subconsciously
advertising my acceptance of submissive position because it happens too often to
be a coincidence.  Anyway, this afternoon has been awesomely sexual and I loved
the diversity, but it's not a true test of our new open relationship policy
because both Robby and me participated in it. It remains to be seen if the green
monster of jealousy raises it's ugly head as Robby and I actually explore our
recently re-opened relationship with a boy other than his  brother.   That dry
docking I did  with Chubby doesn't count; well it was dry docking that concluded
with me having an orgasm, but it still doesn't count  as boyfriend-on-the-side
type sex, and neither does me jerking Chubby off. Hey, another reason it doesn't
count is because, like Dodger and Robby, Chubby and me are brothers in every
sense except a blood relationship.

Rinsing off under the shower head, soap running down our bodies, Dodger asks,
"Was I the best you've ever had?" I play dumb, and ask, "Best what?" He goes,
"It's alright, I won't tell Robby... did I fuck you better than you've ever been
fucked before?" I go, "Yes, of course you did, but I beg you not to tell my
boyfriend, he'll spank me!" Dodger says, "Don't get me started with that.  I
don't know what I like best, my haircut fetish, or spanking Vinnie... hee hee
hee, he do like to be spanked too!" I turn off the water, saying, "You two are
the perfect match then... fetishes are all that  matters in life." He's like,
"Oh, I'm so sure you're sincere about that!" Since he's talking goofily, I ask,
"How wide is your sexual experience,  you seem very  accomplished, your
technique is very polished." He  throws me a towel, saying, "I know you're just
breaking my balls, but I fucked you good and you know it. You're also the most
fun I ever had in my swimming pool... fucking you in the pool was so awesome! Ha
ha!" In a half serious/half kidding manner, I ask again, because I am sincerely
curious, but don't want to appear like a voyeur or something, "How many guys
have you fucked, anyway?" Dodger's like, "Including you, it'd be... let's see...
a total of three," I say, "Me, Robby and Vinnie?" He defensively says, "Yeah, I
just turned seventeen, dude! How many boys did you fuck when you were my age?" I
go, "That would be a big fat zero!" and he says, "That's what I'm talking
about," and we finish drying ourselves in the bedroom. Then, as we listen  to
Robby talking with Mr. and Mrs. Dickers on the first floor, we get dressed
quickly and scamper down the stairs feeling very good.  Mrs.  Dickers yells out,
"Oh my God, Dylan! You look like the perfect college  freshman. I love that kind
of haircut." Then to Robby and Dodger, "Why don't you boys ask Dylan to cut
your hair like his?"  She's  a nice woman but always overdoes everything just a
little too much, if you know what I mean. All three of us have short haircuts,
none is especially better than the others, but that's Mrs. Dickers for you. The
boys are used to it, they both say, "Okay, mom... good idea," but they won't,
and she'll forget all about it ten minutes from now. Not to say she's stupid
because she's not, she just tries too hard to please everybody.  That's my
opinion of her, one I've never shared with anyone else 'cause what do I know?

Dodger takes off to see what Vinnie's up  to and Robby and I do that stupid
homework assignment due tomorrow. We're sexually satisfied which helps us
concentrate on the assignment, and since we  both have outlines to work from we
do some separate aspects of the assignment, then combine our efforts on others
so it's not actually cheating... well, not totally. Working side by  side  at
Robby's bedroom desk we're done in less then two hours at which time Robby puts
his head against mine, and says, "I loved doing this homework with you right
next to me. Why don't we do it like this in the apartment?" I go, "I don't
know," and roll my face against his head so our faces slide together and my lips
meet his; we do a lovers kiss and it makes me realize that this kiss is more
memorable to me than the buddy sex with Dodger this afternoon. Robby quietly
says, "I love you, Dylan!  You were a terrific sport going along with Dodger's
outlandishly aggressive sexual conduct." I mumble, "Sexual conduct? Do  ya mean
him fucking me?" Robby kisses my lips and hugs around my neck, asking, "Is that
what that's called?" and our lips are together again, and then  our tongues find
their way into each other's mouth and my cock is getting hard again. We make out
at his desk until we hear footsteps coming up and we're lucky to pull apart a
second before  Chubby  burst in, exclaiming, "I was hoping to catch you two
doing  something gay," so Robby and I, grinning, do an over-the-top wet kiss
that makes Chubby go, "Euuuuu, gross me out!" and the three of us go outside
then for a cigarette as Chubby's telling us his tale of woe shopping with the
moms. The rest of the day and night is perfect, I felt true love from Robby most
of the day and especially after our homework, and then there's the brotherly
love from Chubby that's the best we've experienced in a while, and the sexual
attraction from Dodger is both hot and flattering... so yeah, a damn good
weekend. Plus, for  icing on the cake, the moms and Robby's parents took turns
telling us how wonderfully we're doing as college students... and, as usual, the
food was  awesome! Great two days... life is good.

to be continued...

Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com