Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2015 20:06:09 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  52

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  52



by  Donny Mumford




THREE MONTHS OR SO LATER:


I'm in the passenger seat of Robby's pickup as he drives us back to
Merrimack on this beautiful morning the Monday after Easter. Chubby, Tris, mom,
the moms' fiancés, and me were invited to have Easter dinner yesterday with
the  Dickers' family. The Dickers go to church on Easter Sunday, but not
being  church-goers ourselves the rest of us met at their house afterwards,
around two  o'clock. Everyone enjoyed a little too much libation before, during,
and after  dinner, but it was a festive good time with everyone in a good
mood. Robby and I  are a little hungover this morning, but nothing serious.
We're riding along  route 128 quietly  listening to FM radio with me
switching stations every  now and then looking for good tunes, and then I give up
and slip in a The Fray  CD. Laying back against the seat I'm in kind of a
reflective mood thinking way  back to our Christmas break and what a welcome and
eventful break from college  that was. Chubby and I spent a lot of time
together and then Christmas Eve and  the whole day Christmas we were with the
moms getting caught up on their lives  and telling what we could about ours.
Chubby's so funny and I love seeing the  moms laughing, which they do
easily. Christmas dinner we were joined by the  moms' twin fiancés, two really
good guys. The twins were still just the moms' boyfriends then, but not for
long. Chubby and I had gotten to know the twins during our week in Wildwood
last  summer and we decided we liked them both. They're generous guys
surprising us  Christmas day with presents, iPads for Chubby and me and then they
offered  matching sparkling diamond engagement rings to the moms. Two bottles
of Dom  Perignon champagne appeared to celebrate the moms saying, 'yes'. The
duel  engagement was a surprise to all of us except the twins. It was kinda
sweet  seeing the moms so excited staring at the rings on their fingers,
although as  far as Chubby and me were concerned it came out of nowhere. We
didn't see it  coming and exchanged comically startled expressions and shrugs
to each other  when the twins proposed. Champagne, by the way, sucks! Even
so I felt it my duty  to drink my share celebrating the occasion, only later
discovering Champagne is  a serious hangover waiting to happen. I learned a
lesson I won't forget after  barely surviving that mother of all hangovers
the day after Christmas. It's  something to do with the sparkling aspect of
champagne that causes dreadful  hangovers. Anyway, the moms getting engaged
was the big eventful happening I  mentioned earlier during Christmas break.
No date has yet been set for the joint  wedding, so that remains to be seen.

During that three week break I saw all the posse boys of course, usually
two at a time for haircuts. I enjoyed seeing them and getting reacquainted.
They're an interesting group of guys, and except for John and Ray I'm fond
of  them all. John's always had a defensive edge about him when around me,
which  makes him hard to like, and Ray's... well Ray's Ray and he hasn't
changed much.  There were some hints of sexual possibilities from a few of the
boys while  getting their haircut, but except for Sonny one evening, nothing
else really  worked out for one reason or another. And of course, heh heh,
Sonny was  extremely pissed-off that Ryan had just given me a haircut before
Christmas  break. Anyway, New Years Eve Robby and I went to a party thrown by
one of his  high school baseball teammates. We went as boyfriends although
word about us had  spread starting last summer: 'Did ya hear about Dickers?'
That sort of thing, so  most of the guys already knew we were gay. No one
seemed to care all that much  about it though, or if they did they kept it to
themselves. Robby's a hard guy  not to like which probably helped his
teammates accept him for who he is. Most  of his ex-teammates were at the party
and curiously not one other guy, out of  thirty, has 'come out' as gay since
graduating, which defies the law of  averages. Not that that's any of my
business. Mostly the guys and girls at the  party were curious about us being
gay boyfriends so it was almost like we were  celebrities. During that night
we definitely fulfilled our New Years Eve  obligations of getting drunk and
therefore New Year's day was another kinda  rough one. The mom's twin
fiancés took us to dinner at a fancy Boston restaurant  late New Year's day and by
then I'd recovered somewhat from my hangover. Our  so-called
step-dads-to-be are fortunately for us kinda rich too, so that's a  break. In all
seriousness, Chubby asked them both what the chances were they'd  buy us sports cars
when we graduated, which got everyone chuckling and Chubby  asking, "What?"
You know, like it was the most normal request in the world. He  was
kidding, I think.


Yeah, that was a good couple of weeks! Before that though there was that
strange experience Ryan and I had one afternoon with his ex-roommate Marty,
and  then the next day with his sick friend, Rex, joining in. This was like
ten days  before the Christmas break and it turned into an unfortunate fiasco
initially,  although in the end we did accomplish what we wanted, which was
Ryan breaking  off relationships with Marty and moving in with another
roommate. That's  the weekend Robby was home with his  parents. They were
celebrating his father's birthday among other things that  I've forgotten now.
Chubby was home for that weekend too. And if I remember  correctly he was going
to try mending fences with Mary Jo so he'd have dates  during Christmas
break, and then next summer's vacation too. 'Dates' is his  euphemism for
getting laid. Chubby plans ahead in that regard because he has no  guarantee of
finding a new girlfriend and he was taking precautionary measures  along
those lines by solidifying one 'date' potential at least. He usually has  two at
the same time which is a trait it seems we have in common. Anyway, that
meant Ryan and me were left alone in the apartment together and we of course
slept in Robby's and my bed Friday and Saturday night. It's certainly not
the  first time Ryan and I had slept together, but it's the first time I slept
with  him thinking maybe I was in love with him. That's a development still
to be  resolved.


Ryan's convinced he's in love  with me though, and had been for months.
That revelation came out after we had  the fight with Marty and Rex. I forget
why now, but for some reason after the  fight I mentioned new feelings I
thought I maybe had for Ryan, feelings of love.  Since then we've had
discussions about the possibility that maybe I'm in love  with him and what that might
mean, but I keep the 'maybe' in there because  falling in love with Ryan is
contradictory with how I've been feeling about  Robby. Robby and I are in
love for real and have continued making beautiful  lovers-sex together. And
we're getting along as consistently awesomely with each  other as we ever
have. We have fun together too, it's not just the sex. We like  being together.
So, it's been a confusing three months emotionally for me and  maybe for
Ryan and Robby too, although they don't show it in any kind of  noticeable
way. As far as I can tell everyone's contented with this unusual  arrangement.
Oh yeah, I forgot a minor detail: the unusual arrangement includes  the
further complication of Robby's growing affection for Danny Monday. The four  of
us have been routinely doing things together almost like we're double
dating,  but who's with who? And Danny's even been Robby's house guest a few
weekends  during the past snowy winter that we've just survived. Ryan refuses to
be my  guest on weekends because he says he doesn't intentionally want to
be  responsible for coming between Robby and me. I don't think he
'intentionally' is coming between us, but he  doesn't feel comfortable spending a
weekend with me at home. He feels that would  be flaunting his and my
relationship in Robby's face. Ryan says Danny and Robby  spending weekends together is
their business and maybe mine, but not his. I get  the feeling he would drop
out of the picture if I wanted him to, but I don't  want to hurt him and I
don't want him out of the picture either. Robby and I  have had long
discussions about our increasing feelings for Danny and Ryan  concluding neither of
those attractions equal anywhere near what we feel for  each other and
therefore we're not especially jealous. Weird doesn't do the  situation justice,
but Robby says it's an excellent test of the love we have for  each other.
That sounds a little too convenient for me, although I don't know  what to
do about it. I don't want to drop my relationship with Ryan even though  I
often fantasize that if Danny and Ryan could fall in love it would be a
perfect solution. I've come to like Danny and he gets along really well with
Ryan, but that's as far as it's gone between them. None of us has participated
in a three-way with two of the others, and other than Danny asking me about
it  way back in September, no one has so much as suggested it again as far
as I  know. That's pretty much the convoluted picture as it stands with us
driving  back to college. Robby's just now driving onto route 125, which mean
in about  fifteen minutes we'll be on Merrimack's campus.

Interestingly, Robby's  Googled situations where a person loves two
individuals at the same time, like  'maybe' the situation I find myself in. He says
he's very fond of Danny but  wouldn't call it love, therefore his Goggling
was for my benefit. Maybe everyone  has a different opinion of what
constitutes being in love, so there's that to  consider too. As I said, Robby's been
reading up on this sort of duel love and  he claims there's empirical
evidence clearly suggesting humans are capable of  loving and having sex with two
individuals at the same time. That may be true,  but I prefer the old
fashion romantic love and the simplicity of being in love  with just Robby. So,
like I said, I'm confused because while I prefer the old  fashion love
affair, I also don't want to give up Ryan. I'm rationalizing that  one of my loves
is at the infatuation stage and the other's at a later, more  mature stage,
but that still leaves me not knowing what to do about it. I hope  it is
infatuation where Ryan's concerned and it'll fade, but for now it looks  like
Robby's content with the status quo so there's no sense of urgency on my
part to do anything differently. It's only been a couple of months since we've
acknowledged this arrangement so that's not much of a test, and maybe over
the  summer when Robby and me are separated from Danny and Ryan it will all
fizzle  out. For now, as I've said, everyone seems satisfied with the way
things are.  Robby and I don't discuss particulars about our outside
relationships so I don't  know what their sex lives together is like. I do know it
hasn't dampened Robby  heat for me in our love making... if anything it's
hotter than ever. The sex I  have with Ryan and Robby is quite different, of
course, but they're both very  sexually satisfying to me.


During these past three  months Robby, Ryan, and I have continued to do our
weight lifting program, led  by Ryan, as well as our study groups, led by
Robby. The only thing new is that  Danny's joined us in both endeavors. Robby
and Danny had finished their  assistant coaches responsibilities for the
freshman basketball team awhile ago,  but now baseball season is in full swing
so those two have been spending a lot  of time together. Ryan and I do a
lot of stuff together too, and like I said,  I've grown fond of Danny and I'm
not especially jealous of him... not exactly  what you'd call being jealous.
Actually I can kinda understand why Robby's so  taken with Danny because
Danny's cute and sexy, and he actually reminds me of  myself in some ways,
although I've never mentioned that to anyone. He never acts  like he's in
competition with me for Robby either, and has actually indicated  any number of
times, in different ways, that he knows I'm Robby's true love.  With that in
mind I don't know why I wonder about it at all, but at times I do  think
about it. Sometimes I wonder if I should have stayed engaged to Robby and  just
followed his plans for right up until we're married and onward. Yeah, but
Robby's plans really weren't appropriate or realistic for two guys who just
turned twenty years old and are still at least two and a half years away
from  graduating college, and then maybe getting married soon afterwards. We
still have those mysterious wild oats to sow, which I guess is what we're
doing  now. There's a lot of 'maybe' in my life presently and maybe that's  to
be expected at my age. Maybe so, and then again, maybe  not.


Other than Danny for Robby  and Ryan for me, side-sex for Robby and me has
been curtailed quite a bit and  that's obviously an off-shoot of our
individual infatuation with Ryan and Danny.  As a matter of fact I don't think
Robby has any outside sex besides Danny, including none  with Ryan. I still
dabble in it every once in awhile myself, but obviously Danny  and me satisfy
Robby, while Robby and Ryan mostly satisfy me. I say mostly  satisfy me
because, as I just said, I've still given into urges for having sex  with Sonny
and Tracy occasionally. There have been a couple of other slip ups as  well,
but I'm talking about 'slip-ups' since before Christmas till now, which is  a
long time for only a 'couple' of slip ups. Okay, maybe 'a few' slip ups is
more accurate than 'a couple' of slips ups, but it's still below average
for me.  And that's not to say I haven't been tempted other times, but the
temptation wasn't strong enough considering the sex I'm having with Robby and
Ryan. In some cases it's like it's just not worth the trouble where in the
past  it always been worth the trouble. Plus, Willie called me two weeks ago
saying he  broke up with someone he's been going with for four months and
he'd like a date  with me 'for old times sake'. I might do that because
Willie sounded very  grounded, and according to him he hasn't had any kind of
sub/dom relationship  since last summer. He claims he's outgrown it and maybe
he has. As for sub/dom  involvement myself, Ryan's kinda dominant during our
sex while Robby's all about  lovers sex, which is a beautiful thing. Lovers
sex, I mean. As far as Robby and  me living our every day lives goes he's
maintained a touch of being 'in charge'  at times, but it's more from habit by
now and I don't believe he even realizes  he's being a little bossy at
times. The long and the short of it is I'm not  doing sex with anyone that can
be described as true sub/dom sex, although I  still prefer bottoming and
Tracy's sort of dominant in a complimentary sweet  way. Ryan also exhibits some
dominance too, as I've mentioned, and that's mostly  because he's still
working under his assumption it'll keep me from searching for  it elsewhere. For
all I know he's right because I'm not looking for it  especially. You could
say I'm sexually satisfied, and I guess I should include  the
clarification: 'sexually satisfied for the most part'.


As for the fight we had with  Marty and Rex, Ryan's never gone back to them
for sex or anything else. He cut  them off cold and their names rarely even
come up except when we reminisce about  kicking their asses. Our ass
kicking of them is much more glamorous when we're  retelling it that it actually
was... ha ha. A little embellishment for laughs at  their expense, ya know.
I've seen both of them around campus occasionally and so  has Ryan, but we
all pretend we don't know each other. In actuality we never did  know each
other, so it's an easy transition for us to consider them just two out  of
five-thousand-plus students attending Merrimack this year, the vast majority
being anonymous to us. Marty and Rex apparently realized the stupidity of
retaliating back and forth, plus the fight honestly wasn't much of an ass
kicking in the first place to be honest about it. There isn't much to retaliate
for as Ryan merely punched Rex in the nose and I tackled Marty who fell and
 bumped his head on the edge of the desk. It's not like we won some
protracted  fistfight or street fight. Another development for me, although I don't
bring it  up anymore, is two of my favorite guys to give haircuts to, Robby
and Ryan, now  both have these stubby ponytails so I kinda miss giving them
real haircuts. What  the hell, they both look hot with their ponytails so
it's probably like a phase  they're going through. Ryan still gives me these
tight burr haircuts because he  says he likes doing it and it's part of his
so-called dominance program for my  benefit. That's kinda silly of course,
but I let him do it because it gets my  fetish steamy and hot. I think he
knows that from the hot sex we have  afterwards. I suck and lick his body
before he fucks me hard and fast in sort of  a frenzy. I'm still giving haircuts
to some of the posse boys too, like I  mentioned, but two or three of them
got tired of my irregular schedule of coming  home on weekends so don't text
me for haircuts anymore. Things change and we  move on.


Robby and I are looking  forward to, and we're both very excited about
Dodger and Connor getting a two  week leave coming up in a couple of weeks. One
of the weeks is during our spring  vacation so the four of us are going to
go someplace together, although it's yet  to be decided where exactly. Just
get away, maybe to a place where it's warm and  sunny. Then, after spring
break we'll be into the last six weeks of our  sophomore year. And then another
high point this year is, thanks to Robby's  regular study groups, the three
of us all have GPA's higher than last year's.  Mine is at a tad over 3.0
and we're all shooting for 3.3 which equals a B+. Ha,  who says we're average
now? We were average students in high school, but not in  college.


Whoa! I dozed off there for a  few minutes and the last thing I remember is
listening to The Fray playing, 'How  To Save A Life' and thinking about
Willie in Key West. That's the song that was  playing when Willie went over the
railing. I still don't know if he did that as  a drunken fool or if he
planned it before hand. The drunken fool theory is  probably closer to the
truth. I was awakened from my nap just now when Robby  bumped over the curb
pulling into the BP gas station. We usually use this  station because it's one of
only a few gas stations that has a guy who pumps the  gas for you, plus
it's only two miles from Merrimack so doubly convenient. I  mumble, "Guess I
dozed off there for a second, Robby," and he says, "I'd like to  doze off
myself, babe. Maybe a nap's in order when we get to the apartment."  Hmm, yeah a
nap and then some sex afterwards when we're rested. Robby tells the
attendant to fill it with regular, then asks me, "When's Chubby coming back?" I
shrug, "He's probably still sleeping it off at his condo, but he'll be back
tonight sometime." Robby nods, "Yeah, he's smart. I needed to get back today
for  baseball practice this afternoon, or I'd be napping myself." Oh, so
maybe it's  baseball practice after a nap instead of us getting sexy together.
Bummer!  Taking a deep breath, I mumble, "Did ya text Danny? Is he gonna
make it back for  practice?" Robby says, "He's gonna try but coming from
Vermont he has a lot  longer drive than us. How about Ryan?" I say, "He flew home
for the four day  weekend. He's arriving back around nine o'clock tonight
and he'll drive himself  to his dorm from Logan. His Mini's parked there."
Ryan's now rooming with  Freddie Holmes, who we still can't figure out.
Sometimes Freddie talks like he's  gay and sometimes he seems very straight. He's
a cool guy though either way.  Lately Ryan's been occasionally dropping
British slang word into his speech,  slang he's pickup from Freddie; words they
use all the time that we don't, like,  'cunt, bullocks, banger, bladdered,
and fagged, meaning tired or lazy. It's  kinda funny hearing him say those
words with sort of a British accent. I don't  think he even knows he's doing
it.


After getting the pickup gassed-up we have lunch at a sub shop in  downtown
North Andover, which is less than a ten minute ride from our apartment.  We
both order cheese steaks with fried onions. They aren't especially good
when we finally get them, but they're filling. With a hangover it's good to
chow  down. We eat the subs there in the sub shop and after a few bites, Robby
says,  "That was a nice four day break from college, huh?" I go, "Yeah, it
was, Rob,  but what I'm really looking forward to is spring break, and then
finishing off  this year here at Merrimack. College gets old after awhile,
but then by the end  of the summer I'll probably be anxious to get back
here." Robby swallows, then  says, "Yeah, I agree, but this has been a pretty
good year, don't ya think?" I'm  like, "I guess, but I don't feel I've learned
much about life this year. Nothing  I didn't know already." He's like,
"We're learning stuff we don't even realize.  And I think we're more mature than
we were a year ago." Shrugging, "Maybe. Do  you mean you and me are more
mature about us?" He shrugs, "Yeah, that and in  other ways too. Less pouting
and less jealousy and better study habits. Lots of  things." I'm like, "Oh,
you're talking about me then," he goes, "Mostly I guess  I am, but me too."
To punch a hole in his theory, I say, "I'm a little jealous  of Danny
actually." We eats some of our cheese steaks, then he goes, "Oh yeah,  you hide it
well. I didn't know you were jealous of him." I say, "Uh huh, a  little,"
and he's frowning, "Oh, um, this is kinda awkward, but I was gonna tell  you
he's thinking of working on my crew this summer as Seth's replacement." What
the fuck? I'm looking at him, and he tries  explaining, "Yeah, um, we've
been talking about it. Seth's full  time in supply and repair now. He's been
learning how to service the trucks and  mowers and he takes inventory too.
That's freeing his boss to work on other  stuff. His boss told my dad he wants
to keep Seth on permanently, so I need a  replacement for him on the crew."
I'm like, "Oh yeah, ya don't say? Um, have you  considered the fact Danny
lives two hours from Framingham? I mean, that's a  bitch of a commute to and
from work every day." Robby finishes his sub, drinks  some Coke, and says,
"His folks say they'll set him up with an apartment in  Framingham. They're
getting divorced and they feel it could get messy so they  don't want Danny
seeing them like that. By the way, Dylan, I'm telling you this  in complete
confidence. You can't repeat it." To be a ball-buster, I'm like,  "Don't
repeat what? The part about you wanting Danny on your crew." He goes,  "No! Of
course not! The part about his parents going through a divorce. His  dad's
thinking about moving out, but if he does his mom will have all the  leverage
in a divorce settlement, so they live separately in the same house.  Danny's
obviously upset about it. That's why I had him spend some weekends  at my
place a few times this winter, just to get away from Merrimack and the
environment at his house. It's awkward for him going home to see his mom and dad
not even talking to each other. Their lawyers are working through a
divorce, but  it takes time. His rents think it's best if Danny's away this summer
until they  sort things out." I go, "Oh, that's too bad. Seriously, I feel
bad for  him."


We finish lunch and Robby drives us to the apartment where we unload the
few items we took home with us. On the balcony for a smoke, enjoying a
surprisingly nice day in April, Robby asks, "So what do you think? Would you
mind if Danny works with us this summer. That's assuming things don't get
sorted  out between his parents." I say, "Under the circumstances I guess I won't
mind,  but I was sort of thinking this summer we'd be away from Ryan and
Danny and you  and me would get to know each other again." He shakes his head,
disappointed  like, "Maybe I was too quick about the maturing thing I
mentioned earlier.  Listen, Dylan, you and me are in love for real. It's not some
fling like you're  apparently having with Ryan, and as far as Danny's
concerned, he's a side sex  buddy for me, just like you explained all about that
concept years ago.  'Side-sex partner' is even your term. Danny's no more
than that to me, nor am I  to him. That cutting remark you just made about us
getting to know each other  again is uncalled for. I spend just as much time
during the day with you as I do  with Danny. You because we have the same
classes and him because we're both on  the baseball team, and hell, Ryan's
around practice sometimes too. He'll be at  all the games and I kinda thought
you would be too. Then you and me share a bed  every night and we have lots
of what I consider, and thought you considered,  awesome sex together. What
you call lovers sex and that's another damn good term  you've coined for us.
So don't pull that 'getting to know each other again' crap  on me!" Taking
a deep breath, wanting to scream, I try for mature and mumble,  "I'm sorry,
Rob, let's just say I was kinda kidding around about that." He  frowns, then
gets contrite, "Oh fuck, I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to lecture  you," and
he puts his hand around the back of my neck and kisses me. Then looks  me
in the eyes, "It's you I love with all my heart, Dylan. You know that. I
didn't mean to jump down your throat just now." I nod my head, mumbling, "I
know."


We both take drags off our cigarettes then Robby changes the subject,
asking, "Any thoughts where we can go with Dodger and Connor during spring
break?" I'm like, "I'd say Key West, but money may be an issue with Connor, so
maybe someplace less expensive." He goes, "Oh yeah, you and Worthington had
a  trip down there, right?" Huh, a little payback jab from Robby. I give him
a  'look', then maturely let it slide, saying, "Yeah, and Key West rocks,
but maybe  we should go someplace we can drive to so we don't need to pay for
airplane  fares." We talk about this until we finish our cigarettes and
then Robby's gotta  go to baseball practice. I consider riding over with him,
but decide to chill  out here instead.  Last Friday morning Robby and I did
the two papers we  needed to finish for class tomorrow so that's done, and
therefore I guess the  rest of this day is free time for me. After Robby
leaves I lay on the sofa  thinking about both of us sort of inferring maybe we're
a little more stressed  about each other's side-sex partners than I thought
we were. Then I think about  Danny Monday working on the lawn-cutting crew
and how much he and Robby would be  fucking all summer. On the other hand,
Danny would be working with me much more  than with Robby. Danny's cute too
with his dark blond buzz cut, shiny brown  eyes, and he's got a decent beard
too. Yeah, but he shaves most days although I  could change that. He's
preppy too, and I guess I gotta say I like that, clean  cut and preppy with good
guns... hell, he looks like a baseball player. Just as  tall as Robby and me
with Robby's athlete's body. He reminds me of me, but I  mean more in the
way he acts and the things he says rather than his appearance.  I've never
seen his dick of course, but I'm predicting a big one on that boy.  Maybe I'll
steal him from Robby. Ha ha, that's an immature  joke, but I do  like
Danny. I guess I don't mind if he's on the crew this summer, it'll give me  a
chance to get to know him better and maybe we can mess around on the back of
the truck in between jobs like Seth and me did last year. That's another
little  joke. Gee, but it's no joke that I am really disappointed Seth won't be
working  with me this summer. Still, I'm happy for him for his sake. He's
making a lot  more money as an equipment mechanic than he would being one of
us grunts working  on the lawns.
























Okay, but what am I gonna do right now? I would have gone with Robby but
neither Ryan or Danny will be there 'cause they're not back yet. Yeah, but I
could have watched Robby play ball, that's always fun. Huh, what to do?
Then Tracy calls. "Yo, Tracy, wassup?" He  says, "How about keeping me company
on a quick trip into Boston. I gotta see a  guy, but it won't take long." I
go, "Yeah, I'm just chillin' here. Sure I'll go  with you." It'll be
something to do and I'd like  to continue getting  preferential treatment with beer
purchases. I give him directions and he says  he'll be here in fifteen
minutes. Checking myself out in the mirror, I shrug  'cause nothing much I can
do except maybe wash my face and hands. My hair looks  fuzzy after three
weeks without a haircut, but I'm sure Ryan has plans to take  care of that.
After washing up, I go down the front stairs to wait for Tracy at  the entrance
to our building. For something to do I light a cigarette thinking  about
Tracy's fast hard fucks. I could go for one of those right about now. And
Tracy's uber cool with his hot fucking. Then, holy shit, he pulls up in another
brand new Mercedes. A hot silver SL convertible with the top down. It's
only  about sixty-five degrees, but sunny. I get in, "Dude, another new car!"
He goes,  "Yeah, the other one was a 'loner' from one of my dad's
dealerships, but they  had a buyer for it so I got this one to finish out the year
with." I go, "How  much does this baby cost?" He pulls away, saying, "It lists
for two hundred  grand. Ya gotta be nuts to pay that much for a car, huh?" I
mumble, "Yeah, I  guess," thinking his father's gotta be nuts letting Tracy
drive this thing. For  something to say, I ask, "How you doing with your GPA
this year." He goes,  "Dude, I'm a straight 'A' student," and he taps his
temple, "I got some good  brain-genes, ha ha." Huh. I ask, "What are you
doing here at Merrimack then? You  could get in any college you wanted." He
pulls onto route 125 heading for route  93 into Boston, telling me, "It's a
family tradition. All us Doherty men go to  Merrimack. It started with my
grandfather, and what the fuck, it's a nice little  college. Also we're committed
Catholics, at least my family is, ha ha, and  Merrimack's a Roman Catholic
Augustinian college. That's a big reason why  granddad chose it and the rest
of us followed his lead. including my dad and  uncles. After college I'll be
working for my dad anyway, so where I graduate  from doesn't really matter.
Gotta go to college  though!"









I mumble, "Huh, interesting.  Um, do you think maybe it's a little chilly
with the top down, Trace," and he  grins, "Yeah, it is, but I love driving
with it down. I'll put the windows up to  cut down on the wind." I say, "Yeah,
and does this piece of shit have a heater?"  He laughs, "Not a bad idea,"
and with some heat and the side windows up it's  quite enjoyable having the
sun shining down on us. Lucky I brought my cool shades, compliments of
Willie. Two hundred  dollar Oakley shades... so cool! So Tracy's last name is
Doherty. That's the  first I've ever heard it, or thought about it for that
matter. Tracy's an  aggressive driver so it only takes thirty-five minutes
before we're crossing  the Zakim Bridge into the city proper. It's full name is
Leonard Paul  Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge, but everyone just says,
'Zakim Bridge'.  Tracy drives through Southie avoiding downtown where you can
buy any overpriced  thing you want. As Lewis Mumford once said, "A city has
the most options for the  least space," or something like that. He was an
historian, sociologist, and  literary critic, who died in 1990. Don't know how I
know that, but I think I'm  right. I like the city, Boston is a cool town.
Tracy's driven to the Waterfront  of Boston Harbor now. I'm told there has
been quite a transformation of the  Waterfront area over the past twenty or
so years. The convention center,  restaurants, and the Boston Harbor Walk are
all relatively recent additions, but  we drive past them and around to a
more underdeveloped area of the waterfront  and park in front of a warehouse.
Tracy says, "Come on in with me, I'll only be  a couple of minutes." I
follow him inside and he says to a hot looking  twenty-something year old female
receptionist, "Hi, Maggie, is my uncle around?"  She goes, "He's on the
loading dock with mister Swartz, Tracy. Is that your new  car?" Tracy says,
"Yeah, she's a beauty, huh?" and we walk through a door into a  big warehouse
with a gazillion cases of beer stacked to the  ceiling.


Out back on the loading dock  two big men are talking, both appear to be in
their middle forties, one of whom  opens his arms, exclaiming, "Ah, my
godchild pays his favorite uncle a visit!"  Big smile on Tracy's face as he's
engulfed in his uncle's arms for a big hug and  then the uncle kisses Tracy
right on the lips, asking, "To what do I owe the  honor, Tracy?" then the
other man and Tracy shake hands with Tracy saying,  "Alan, nice to see you.
How's the restaurant business?" Then he introduces me  as, Dylan Newman, a
'close' friend from college. Close friend huh. His uncle's  name is Teddy
Doherty, and he's Tracy's father's brother and the other big man  is Alan Swartz
who owns a Boston restaurant. He said the name of the restaurant  too fast for
me to pick-up on it. When I shake hands with Tracy's uncle Teddy,  who has
a big head of dark hair combed straight back off his forehead, he holds
onto my hand to pull me against him for a shoulder hug, rubbing my head,
saying,  "This handsome Irish lad's haircut would look perfect on you, Tracy."
Tracy  says, "Well, Uncle Teddy, what's it worth to you for me to get a haircut
like  Dylan's?" He says, "Lets have a shot of rye to negotiate your
reward." We go  inside with Tracy telling the men about his new 'loaner' car. His
uncle's office  goes with the general decor of a warehouse. He takes a fancy
looking bottle of  rye whiskey off a shelf along with four juice glasses,
and pours more than a  shot in each one passing a glass to each of us. Oh fuck!


Alan says, "Le hayam," which  I happen to know is actually spelled, 'L'
claim', and means, 'to life'. We click  glasses and those three throw the
liquor down their throats and wipe their  mouths with the back of their hands.
I'm gulping little sips that get the men  laughing and Tracy grinning, hugging
my shoulders. My face is red with me  gulping in air when I'm done the
whiskey. They don't talk about Tracy's haircut  though, they go outside to
admire his car with pats on Tracy's back and his  uncle saying, "Your dad knows
how to treat a special son the right way.  Beautiful car, but it'd be stolen
the first night I parked it on my street in  Dorchester." Alan says, "You're
full of shit, Teddy, everybody in Southie knows  you and no fuckin'-body
would steal your car." I'm inhaling the nice breeze  coming off the Boston
Harbor quelling the sense I had that I'll throw up from  that two ounces of
whiskey. Tracy hands his uncle a piece of paper and his uncle  says, "Ya didn't
see Sammy in there?" and Tracy shakes his head, saying, "No,  but I wanted
to see you anyway, and show off my car too. Also, dad says you need  to call
him. Grandma's getting worse." We're walking inside as they talk about
Tracy's GPA that his uncle is bragging about to his friend, Alan. Tracy says,
"Nah, no 4.0 this year, Uncle Teddy! I'm struggling at a 3.7 and I'll be
lucky  to maintain it the rest of the year." He complains about one old
professor who's  a prick about grading above ninety and his uncle goes, "I had that
same fucker  twenty-five years ago," and they laugh about the professor and
tell each other  stories of their experiences with him. Finally his uncle
invites Tracy and me to  a dinner at Alan's restaurant, but Tracy begs off
because he's got an assignment  he needs to complete for tomorrow. His uncle
says, "Another time than, and bring  your handsome friend, Dylan, with you"
and he gives my shoulders another hug. As  we're leaving his uncle waves the
order form, saying, "I'll give this to Sammy  and sneak a couple of premium
bottles of whiskey in there too. Great seeing you,  Tracy," and then another
kiss on the lips. I wonder if he's gay. I shake hands  with the two man
again, and then follow Tracy out to the  car.


In the car, I'm like, "Your  uncle seems to like you quite a bit," and
Tracy chuckles, mumbling, "Very  tactfully put," and he looks at me grinning,
then asks, "The kisses? Is that  what you mean?" I shrug as he pulls out of
the lot saying, "Uncle Teddy's about  the straightest ladies man I've ever
met. It's just what we do in my family.  Very affectionate large family. He's
got six kids and in my family I've got the  hated sister and two younger
brothers, who I love. Everybody kisses. It's  whatever you grow up with, ya
know?" So he made this trip to see his  uncle-godfather and show off his car. He
could have called in the beer order.  Tracy says, "My uncle own the beer
distributorship for half the restaurants and  hotels in Boston, plus a lot of
the south shore. That business, and my dad's  Mercedes dealerships were my
grandfathers, as well as other businesses that  other uncles run now." I go,
"How fortunate to be born into instant success." He  goes, "Yeah, me too,
and we all have my grandfather and great grandfather to  thank for it. I never
knew my great grandfather who immigrated to America with a  hundred dollars
in his pocket. That was back in 1890 and then he took full  advantage of
this land of opportunity." I mutter, "Sweet," feeling a little  envious.


Driving on route 93 north,  out of Boston now, he says, "You know, Dylan, I
agree with my uncle, I think  your haircut is macho hot. I've told you that
before and now I'm considering a  big make-over and getting a haircut like
that myself." I go, "Holy shit! From a  ponytail to a burr haircut?" He
says, "Yeah, like yours. Is that's what it's  called, a burr haircut?" I mutter,
"Yeah, I guess," and he says, "You said your  friend cuts your hair so do
you think he'd do it for me. I'd pay him of course."  Oh man, I think back to
cutting Dawg's longer ponytail down to a burr haircut  last summer and how
much fun that was. I go, "The hell with Ryan, I'll do it for  you myself for
free." He grins, "No offense my sexy friend, but I'd rather go to  the
expert." I laugh, "I'm the one who taught Ryan how to cut hair, Trace. I've
been doing it since I was ten or eleven. Me and my brother." He goes, "Oh,
don't  tell me... it's Rob, right?" I go, "No, Rob's my boyfriend, Jeff's my
brother.  Jeff or Chubby, which is his nickname," and I explain why. Tracy
goes, "Okay,  you're the haircutting expert than, right? That's even better!"
I'm like, "I say  with all modesty, Tracy, I'm the best barber in the United
States. I don't  know about the rest of the world because I haven't been
there yet." He laughs  reaching over to rub my head, "That was very modest of
you. Okay, lets do it  today. Oh fuck! I can't believe I'm going to do this."


The drive back takes only  thirty minutes because, as I've said, Tracy
drives fast and we got out of Boston  before rush hour started. Traffic starts
getting really bad about three-thirty  and last until about six-thirty. I've
always wondered who the fuck gets out of  work at three o'clock. Route 114
at the light near Stop & Shop starts  backing up around four o'clock weekdays
and I wonder the same thing about  traffic coming from the North Shore.
What kind of businesses let workers out at  that hour? Tracy finds a parking
spot in the first row and parks there like  there's nothing unusual about it.
I've given up explaining to guys that I can  never find a good parking spot.
Going up to my apartment, Tracy asks, "Do you  mind sucking a guy's dick?"
and I blurt out a laugh because he said it so  casually, like... do you mind
getting up early? He chuckles too, "Oh, that was  kind of a crude question,
wasn't it. It's your lips, Dylan, they're so fucking  sexy it's like...
wow. I was thinking out loud with that question. I'm sorry,"  and he hugs my
shoulders, asking, "Has anyone else ever told you about your sexy  lips?" I
go, "I don't think so, Trace," and he blushes a little, mumbling, "I'm  such a
clueless dork sometimes." As I'm unlocking the front door to the
apartment, I ask, "You want to get blown, is that it?" He blurts out laughing,  "Um,
yeah, if you wouldn't mind." I'm like, "I don't mind. I actually like doing
it, that's how perverted I am." He's taking off his jacket, "There's no way
 you're perverted, it'd be impossible. You're too perfect." I'm grinning,
"That's  me alright... perfect, ha ha."


Tracy mutters, "You're as  close to perfect as I've ever come across." I
ask, "Hey, how come we never had  that sleep over then?" He goes, "Well, it's
like this. You turned me down  politely three or four times and I didn't
think you wanted to do it, but were  just too nice to tell me to stop nagging
you about it. How's that for an  explanation?" I say, "No, I really want that
bath, man. The one you promised  me." He laughs, "Oh yeah, the bath, huh?
How about we go over to my place right  now and I'll give you a bath?" And I
grin, "Now's not a good time for a bath,  Tracy, not in the middle of the
fuckin' afternoon. Get a grip, dude, but why  don't you show be that dick of
yours and maybe I'll be tempted to suck it." He's  grinning, "I feel weird
now after blurting that other stuff out." I shrug, and  he asks, "Really?
You'll do it?" I say, "Yeah, sure," and he looks at me, then  grins again and
pulls down his fly, asking, "You're not gonna laugh at me when I  got my dick
hanging out and tell me you were just kidding, are you?" I shake my  head,
'no,' and he pulls his dick out. The thought of laughing and tell him I  was
just kidding would be funny, but his cock looks tasty and clean. Tracy's
always clean. I give him a smirk and get on my knees, then unbutton his jeans
and pull them along with his jockey shorts halfway down his legs, then pick
up  his cock with my fingers. Tracy takes a noisy breath and rubs my head
as I lean  in and lick the head of his cock. Nice body scent coming off his
privates and  his cock's nicely  pink and straight. I don't believe I've ever
seen it  without a condom encasing it, before now I mean.


I look up at him, "Nice piece  of meat here, Trace." He bites his bottom
lip grinning, then mumbles, "I never  know if you're kidding or being
serious." Ignoring that, I put the head in my  mouth and twirl my tongue around it
while sucking on the shaft and then pushing  more of it in my mouth. Tracy
goes, "Sssssshhhh, aaah, fuccck..." It takes a  sloppy two minutes to raise a
good boner on him and then bob my head down  on it and take in my throat for
a few seconds. Tracy goes, "Ooooooh, aaaahh,  ooh," moving his feet in
place, both hands on my head. When I bob off his boner  a long drool of precum
coats my tongue. Mmmm, nice. My cock is almost as hard as  Tracy's now as I
suck on the head of his while adjusting my own boner sideways  in my
underwear. My chin is covered with saliva and his boner's saturated with  it so I
take it in my throat tightly again. Tracy moves my head forward and  back
slowly. Letting him move my head now, he does it again and then again a  little
faster and gets into a stead rhythm fucking my throat moving my head
forward and back as he gasps and moans. My eyes are at the top of their sockets
so I can see him close his eyes, sort of scrunching his face with his head
back  as the sensations on his cock must be flooding his brain with sexual
pleasure.  Faster and faster with constant moaning from Tracy gets me aroused
and precum  wets my shorts. Now he holds my head steady and humps his hips
frantically ten  or twelve times making me gag with each trip his boner makes
down my throat. A  few more slower humping thrusts and he's gasping, then
making a squeaky sound he  presses his crotch to my face, his legs shuddering,
my face tightly against  him surrounded in his pubic hair as he's doing
humping against my face and  gasping out a long breath while shooting a lot of
cum down my throat. His whole  body shudders now as he backs off a little,
the head coming out of my throat.  With Tracy gasping again, his face dark
red, he shoots three nice spurts of  creamy spunk in my mouth. Quickly
swallowing it I hear a quiet contented  moan from Tracy as he moves his cock in my
warm wet mouth back and forth on my  tongue a few times before pulling it
out and sitting back on the  couch.


I'm licking my lips watching  him lay his head back and stroke himself a
few times. His cum had a nice hint of  flavor to it although I can't match it
with anything specifically, it's just  nice tasting semen. Getting up I ask
Tracy if I can get him anything, he goes,  "Nah, I'm good," so I sit on the
sofa and he leans over and gives me a very  sweet kiss on the lips. Looking
at me, he says quietly, "Thank you, Dylan, that  was by far the best oral
sex I've ever had. You're wonderfully sexy." I shrug  and smell the back of my
wrist. He smiles asking, "Why do you do that?" I say,  "Oh this. It's a
habit I picked up from a friend of mine and I like how I  smell," then blush
embarrassingly wondering why I say shit like that. I mean, I  do like how I
smell, but people don't want to hear weird shit like that. He  smiles, "You do
smell good, I gotta admit that." I ask, "You want that haircut?"  He nods,
"I do," so I say, "First a shampoo," and he raises his eyebrows, "The  whole
works, huh?"  I chuckle, "Yep, first the blow job, then the shampoo,  and
lastly your haircut." He says, "I truly hope the haircut isn't the last
thing we do together this afternoon." I reach over and feel his curly brown
whiskers, saying, "Your sexy, Trace." His whiskers are almost identical to
Ryan's except Tracy has more of them, not that he has a full beard. Most of his
 cheeks are smooth as a baby's. I reach behind his head and slide the
elastic  band off his four inch ponytail. His brown hair falls around his head
below his  ears. He grins at me, asking, "Are we ready to start?"


to be continued...    Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com



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