Date: Wed, 13 May 2015 13:09:25 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  61

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  61


by  Donny Mumford



Earlier this afternoon I gave Vinnie a preppy haircut just like his idol,
Dodger, has. Vinnie and I have been kidding Dodger that it's kind of a nerdy
 look. A little later we all had wicked-hot three-way sex. Then for the
last hour  and a half now we've been mostly watching youtube videos of our
favorite rock  artists, that is until Dodger wanted to check out who he called
'the king of  rock 'n roll'. I'd heard of Elvis Presley and saw something on
TV once of this  fat guy in some kind of costume playing in Las Vegas. Then
we found some early  shots of him and it was fascinating. Well, actually
looking at videos is what  Dodger and I have been doing while Vinnie's mostly
been texting and talking on his cellphone, probably with  his brainiac
friends.  During an acoustic version of 'Chocolate' by the  rock group, '1975',
Dodger had to use the bathroom and when he comes back, he  asks, "Anybody
ready for part two of our three-way sex-a-thon?" Vinnie looks up  from his cell
phone, mumbling, "Yeah, I am." I click off my  computer, look at my watch,
then say, "Yeah, me too, but we need to make it  kinda quick because I've
gotta get ready to go out pretty soon." What I need to do is take a shower
before Chubby and I meet the  moms at the restaurant. We'll have an early dinner
with them and then hook-up  with the guys for some beers at the Dickers'
house making final plans for our  trip to Fort Lauderdale.




Our three-way sex is recreational  sex for the sheer fun of it which is a
very different thing than having sex with  a lover . Repeated sex with a
lover has a certain learning curve component to it  and with repetition you
learn the best ways to pleasure each other. Recreational  sex with your gay
buddies is extemporaneous free-form fun without any  commitments. And sure, you
can have recreational sex with your true love at  times too although true
lover's sex is the best there as far as I'm concerned.  Lovers understand each
other's needs and there a comfortableness about  it, plus there's also the
intense sexual heat you'd expect, and  I don't know... it's like a
transcendent experience or something. It's an act of  love more than lust and during
your true lover's sexual acts there's a chemical  called dopamine that gets
released in your brain increasing your pleasure and  creating almost a sense
of oneness. It's intimate and sweet. Recreational or  casual sex is
basically meaningless other than being sexy hot fun. Like I said,  it requires no
commitment or promises, just a giving and receiving of sexual  pleasure after
which you say something like... catch ya later, dude. It's cool,  but there
are definite limitations as to who I'll have casual sex with. I need  to
like my casual sex partners and there needs to be something attractive about
them, and they definitely must be age appropriate. I'd never connect with a
stranger online and meet him in some dark place to have casual sex. The
very  thought of doing that is abhorrent to me and I feel bad for those who
feel the  need to do it. So basically I'm saying I won't have sex with just
anyone, not  even close to just anyone.


Dodger, Vinnie, and me are willing and able so why the hell not have some
additional sexy fun this afternoon. I've always liked Dodger and I find
Vinnie  to be a hot little dude who's likable and quite entertaining, sometimes
he's  even entertaining on purpose. With very few exceptions my casual sex
buddies are  safe and basically harmless guys like myself. There's no false
pretenses or  ulterior motives other than enjoying the pleasure of sex. After
all, sex is one  of the great pleasures of life, although not the only one.
There's family,  music, companionship, sports, foods, tying a beer load on
just for the hell of  it, the bond of loving friendships, and so on. I'm
looking for as much enjoyment  from life as I can find, and why wouldn't I?
It's the old adage that if you're  not hurting anyone, including yourself, go
for it. Add to that, you're only  young once, and there you have it. I've
heard that youth is wasted on the young  and I'm trying not to let that be true
for my youth. I'm enjoying being young  and being me. Sure, I wish I had
more going for me like being a great athlete or  an awesome singer and guitar
player so I could form my own rock band touring the  country playing my
music in front of thousands of adoring fans while making  millions of dollars,
but ya can't have everything. You do the best you can with  what you've got.


Vinnie's taking his shirt off, saying, "Lets cut cards to see who gets to
be the 'top' this time." I go, "Vinnie, that's genius!" and Dodger's like,
"Hey,  I'm the top for you two." I go, "Usually, yes, but we're going to try
Vinnie's  suggestion this time," and I put my arm across Vinnie's shoulders
with us both  smirking at Dodger. He goes, "Oh, so it's mutiny, is it?"
Vinnie and I say  together, "Exactly," and Dodger laughs, lights a cigarette,
then says, "Okay,  I'm outnumbered, where's a deck of cards?" I check my desk
but can't find cards  so we get three little pieces of paper and write 'top'
on one. I fold the three  papers in half, then put them in my posse boys'
hat. Over my head I mix up the  pieces of paper and Dodger reaches up and
picks one without looking. Vinnie does  the same and I've got the remaining
one. We open the folded papers and Dodger  says, "Get you're pants down
bottom-boys, and prepared to get fucked. Heh heh,  suckers!" Vinnie and I shake out
heads, muttering, "Lucky bastard." We drop our  pants and Dodger gets us
standing side by side, then down on our knees. We're so  close together our
sides are touching as Vinnie and I exchange grins while  Dodger lights us all
a cigarette, telling us, "Okay, it's my show. You two will  take turns
sucking my cock until the lucky one tastes precum, then you'll drop  forward on
your hands and knees and get your ass up to be mounted. The precum  taster
gets to be fucked first." I mumble, "That's a nerdy haircut ya got  there,"
and he laughs, "Don't be a poor loser, Dylan," and he rubs my head and  passes
me one of the lit cigarettes.


Taking a drag; then, just to be a ball buster I exhale a long stream of
cigarette smoke towards Vinnie. He bats at the smoke with his hand, telling
Dodger, "Don't mess my hair up, okay? Dylan combed this cool nerdy-geek
pompadour at the front and I wanna keep it." Dodger says, "This is a preppy
haircut, not a nerdy haircut!" Vinnie ignores him and tells me, "When you guys
were on the computer I texted Manny and sent him a selfie of my nerdy-geek
haircut. He called me right back saying we both gotta go to school Monday
with  this haircut. We were laughing about us being nerds. Um, he said he'll
text you  about getting a haircut like mine." I shrug, "Sure, whatever," and
Dodger yells,  "Will you stop calling this haircut nerdy!!" Grinning,
Vinnie says, "If you ask  Dylan nicely I'm sure he'll put some hair tonic in your
hair and show you how to  comb a pompadour." I'm chuckling because Dodger's
getting frustrated and  Vinnie's being a hot shit. Dodger yells, "I don't
want a fucking pompadour, and  what the fuck kind of word is 'pompadour'
anyway?" I deadpan, "Oh, well, it's  from Madame de Pompadour, mistress of King
Louis XV. Capital XV means 'the  fifteenth' in case you're not on top of
your Roman numerals. Madame de Pompadour  started the trend, but it's been
adopted by both men and women since then. It's  basically hair combed up off the
forehead." Dodger tries to act irritated, but  he blurts out a laugh
instead, asking, "And how the fuck do you know that?"  Vinnie says, "Everybody
knows that, whaddaya talking about?" Dodger's  exasperated as he blows exhaled
smoke in our direction, so Vinnie and I combine  our exhales blowing
cigarette smoke at Dodger. It surrounds his head as he  chuckles and Vinnie
murmurs, "A joint nepheligenous. Damn good thing none of us  are misocapnist."
Dodger yells, "And stop making up words!" Vinnie's like, "I'm  not. Misocapnist
hate the smell of cigarette smoke and 'nepheligenous' is a  cloud of
cigarette smoke. Look it up." Dodger goes, "I'd put a gag in your mouth  except you
need to suck my dick and that's kinda hard to do with a gag." He  drops his
pants to his knees and holds his dick out so it's  touching Vinnie's lips,
"This'll be a contest. I'm going to grade you both  on your cock sucking
skills and then declare a winner."


Rolling his eyes at that, Vinnie takes Dodger's dick in his fingers,  looks
up at him while taking a drag off his cigarette, then leans in and lick's
the head of Dodger's dick with smoke drifting up off of it. Another drag as
he  grins, then puts Dodger's cock in his mouth and sucks on it as smoke
comes  out his nose, making me laugh. Vinnie ignores the cigarette between his
fingers  and really gets into sucking on that cock with his cheeks concave
and the  muscles around his jaw moving. It's a couple of minutes of that with
Dodger  making "Mmmm," sounds and rubbing Vinnie's shoulders. That boy can
suck some  cock!  Finished my cigarette I put it out in the ashtray on the
desk next  to us. Dodger leans over putting his out too with Vinnie moving
his head over  along with Dodger's cock and passing his cigarette butt to me.
When Dodger's  standing straight again, Vinnie leans in further pushing his
nose against  Dodger's belly and Dodger's pubic hairs ruffle as Vinnie
exhales and inhales  through his nose. He's making a lot of wet mouth sounds
sucking that four inch  cock with saliva dripping off his chin hitting the
hardwood floor, "Drip, drip,  drip." A very hot and sexy thing to witness. I take
a last drag off the saliva  filled filter of Vinnie's cigarette and put
that out too as arousal increases. A  noisy inhale through his mouth by Dodger
followed by a long, "Ooooooh," and  Vinnie stroking his own cock as he sucks
Dodger's. Jesus! By now Vinnie's  got Dodger's dick singing with sexy
sensations and Dodger's quietly grunting and  moaning, "Uummm, umm, aah," and
then he steps back pulling his boned-up cock  from Vinnie's mouth, gasping
before yelling, "Times up!" Vinnie backs off,  saying, "I think I tasted
precum." Dodger shakes his head, muttering, "No ya  didn't. Now your turn, Dylan,
but I'm telling you right now Vinnie's cock  sucking is gonna be hard to
beat." He steps over in from of me as he lights yet  another cigarette with
Vinnie saying, "Okay, maybe you didn't drool some precum,  but I got you right
on the verge of it, Dodger. It's not fair that Dylan gets  the benefit of my
incomparable cock sucking." Grinning, Dodger pretends to muss  Vinnie hair
with Vinnie snapping his head back away from Dodger's hand. Vinnie  and the
pompadours... that could be a rock band.

I'm staring at Dodger's stiff cock that's dripping with Vinnie's saliva,
then pick it up and suck it into my mouth. My dick quivers and tightens as I
suck off Vinnie's spit and then get my tongue twirling around the head of
Dodger's cock while I suck on the shaft and then lightly scrape my teeth on
it. Dodger's body stiffens as he goes, "Jesus! That gave me chills!" Vinnie
 asks, "What'd he do?" I'm back to sucking his shafts getting it harder,
then  push the head into my throat past the gag reflex area, gagging a little
as I do  that because the head of his cock has swollen a lot and that baby
is fat. Now my  throat muscles massage the head while my tongue licks the
shaft and I suck on it  with my lips. Okay, under normal circumstances he would
have been drooling  precum by now for sure, except for the fact he climaxed
just an hour and a half  ago. Dodger's feeling the sensations coming off
his throbbing cock though and he  grunts rubbing my head and humping his hips
gently, then gasps out, "Time's up,"  and he pulls his cock out of my throat
and mouth. We all look at the head of his  shiny wet cock, but I for one
don't see precum. Yeah, but how the hell can you  tell with all that saliva.
Then it occurs to me, "How do you know when time's  up, Dodger? You don't
have a watch and you're not holding your cellphone." He  nods at the clock on
my bedside table and I mutter, "Oh," as Dodger exhales a  lot of smoke
smirking at me. He steps back in front of Vinnie, who puts his fist  on Dodger's
boner and draws it up the shaft, saying, "I'm getting some of  Dylan's spit
off of this thing." I'm like, "How insulting!" and those two  chuckle, then
Vinnie's at it again, but only for a mere fifteen seconds before  Dodger
yells, "Stop!" backing away from Vinnie there's a string of spit and  precum
mixture stretching from Vinnie's lips to the head of Dodger's cock.  Dodger
swipes his hands against the head of his hard boner severing the sticky
substance and the wet gooey string drops down to splat on Vinnie's chin, then
under it to his neck. He's wiping at it as Dodger says, "I almost blew my load
in Vinnie's mouth. Jesus, you two are awesome cock suckers, but Vinnie's
the  winner." I grouse, "Oh sure... that's fair! That's really an impartial
decision,  giving the win to your boyfriend."


Heh heh, I'm well aware how  immature this whole exercise is, but  I'm
going along with it for the kids' benefit. I don't want to spoil their  childish
fun. Dodger's rubbing around his groin with his cock sticking straight
out, as he says, "Wow, that was so nice, guys! I'm gonna need a few seconds
though to let my nuts calm down. Don't want to blow my load too soon." His
cock  is boned up good and it's really fat. It's gonna feel awesome up my ass.
Dodger's grinning with anticipation of fucking both of us, then he says,
"You're  gonna be first, Vinnie, so get on your hands and knees. Love me some
doggie  style fucking." Yeah, him and Danny Monday. Actually I'm looking
forward to  watching this up close and personal with a view of two hot dudes
fucking. I  don't get the chance too often, and seeing it live is quite a turn
on. Dodger's  putting out one cigarette and lighting three more. Oh shit!
I'm smoked out by  now, but I take the cigarette and drag on it without
inhaling. These fucking  things are making me dizzy.


Follow-up fucks are  rarely as hot as the first one, but that doesn't mean
it's not worth the time  because it most definitely is. That's especially
true of hyper-sexualized guys  like moi, which if you don't know French means
'me'. Some of my gay friends are  hyper-sexualized too, although certainly
not all of them. Some like Seth, Cory,  Connor and others don't have sex
regularly for a variety of reasons and probably  live less complicated lives
because of it. Others of us tend to live more on the  wild side and are
perfectly okay with any complications that go along with that.  Be yourself, be
happy... that's another one of my mottos. So, this second time  around in our
afternoon three-way sex-a-thon is right in my wheelhouse so to  speak. I say
that having no idea what a 'wheelhouse' is, but I know what it  means.
There's lots of things I say without knowing why it means what it  does, but
whaddaya gonna do?


As I'm wasting times with my musings again, I hear, 'Smack, smack,  smack,"
and then, "OW! Dammit, Dodger!" Glancing over I gotta grin at Dodger
spanking Vinnie's bare ass again. Dodger's like, "Hey, you know I like spanking
you, Vinnie." Dodger's not a sadist though so he stops whacking on Vinnie's
cute  ass and instead rubs his wet boner's head up and down Vinnie's ass
crack,  mumbling, "Ya know what, Vin? You got yourself one cute ass here."
Vinnie  mutters, "I know," and then, "Umpth! Umm, oh fuck," as Dodger plugs his
fat-headed boner in past Vinnie's sphincter muscle and leans into him.
Vinnie  actually lifts his ass a little more, grimacing as he does it. Looking
at me, he  winks, saying, "That hurt, but it feels good too," and I know
where he's coming  from as I nod at him and we grin at each other. We're both
basically committed  'bottoms' although lately I've been doing some topping
which is pretty fucking  hot too. 'Topping' gives me a taste of that dominant
sense that many guys  prefer. Hell, I can see why guys get hooked on it.
Still, I prefer the  submissive sense I get when certain guys fuck me in an
extra dominant  manner. Ryan can be especially good with that at times, and
Willie did it really  good too. There's a fine line between being too dominant
like fuckwad, Marty,  and the almost casually dominance of others. It's like
they're taking it for  granted that they are the dominant party in this
sexual encounter and so  they expect me to be submissive to them, which is
right in my wheelhouse... heh  heh. Neither Ryan or Willie ever approached the
sadistic stage and in fact they  both claimed to love me. Ryan actually does,
while Willie confused love with  lust.


Never mind all that though. On my hands and knees next to Vinnie, I'm
looking back seeing the last of Dodger's fat cock disappear up Vinnie's ass.
Being bigger than Vinnie I can look over his back and see the action. Dodger's
 eyes meet mine and he grins, murmuring, "I missed you two guys something
awful.  This is fabulous, thanks guys." I nod my head, saying, "Yeah, no
problem, but  you really should follow Vinnie's advise and accept that your
nerdy haircut  needs a pompadour." He laughs exhaling smoke from his Marlboro
while giving me  the finger. Then, with the cigarette between his teeth he
rubs up Vinnie's side  and massages his shoulders, "You feeling okay, Vinnie?"
Vinnie goes, "Yep, and  keep doing the massaging, it feels good with your
cock up my ass." Dodger laughs  again, "Love me some Vinnie,' and he pulls his
cock back as he takes his  cigarette between his fingers and begins moving
only his hips, steadily driving  his cock up Vinnie's ass while he smokes
his cigarette and looks cool. Vinnie's  going, "Oooooh, aah, aah, aah" with
Dodger almost casually pumping his boner  back and forth with perfect rhythm
like a dance move keeping time with hot club  music. Vinnie's starting to
squirm and move his head around as sensations from  his prostate and anus must
be almost unbearably hot by now. Smoke drifts out of  his nose and mouth
from the cigarette between his teeth as I stare spellbound at  Dodger's
constantly moving wet-looking boner that's making a quiet sexy sound,  almost like
sucking on your lips as it travels up Vinnie's ass then pulls back  out and
in again over and over. It's like a well oiled machine, in and back, in  and
back, in and back smoothly causing all kinds of sensations from Vinnie's
rectum and Dodger's penis. A win-win situation for both.


Taking drags off his cigarette and blowing smoke rings, Dodger increases
the speed of his thrusting and begins smacking into Vinnie's pink ass cheeks
with his belly and the familiar, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds add to
the  sexiness. It's fun watching two guys fuck and it's getting me extremely
aroused  too. Dodger's got his cigarette between his teeth now, gripping both
of Vinnie's  hips pulling him back into each thrust with Vinnie moaning,
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,  ooh, ooh," then a desperate, "I'm gonna cum!" and Dodger
pulls his cock right  out with Vinnie complaining, "Nooo, don't stop," as
he grabs his boner stroking  it. Dodger goes, "Stop that, Vinnie!" Vinnie
pulls his hand away grimacing and  grunting, "I almost climaxed, ooh, fuuuck
that felt good." Then I feel Dodger's  wet cock's head at my asshole and it's
my turn to gasp, "Umpth," as he pokes it  inside me, then, "Smack, smack,
smack, smack," on my ass with his hand. I look  back, "Don't overdo it, Dodge
r!" He grins and "Smack!" I go, "OW!" and then my  rectum begins hurting as
Dodger pushes his boner up my ass, mumbling, "Remember  how this feels,
Dylan? Nobody fucks you as good as me." I'm thinking... well,  duh, your brother
has a matching cock to your's, so yeah, I remember how it  feels. That's
true except now I'm extra aroused knowing there's precum and  rectum juice from
Vinnie's ass on Dodger's boner. It's actually helping it to  slide tightly
up my ass. Oh man, I think Dodger's boner might be fatter than  Robby's.
Dodger steadily pushes his fat boner up my ass as my back arches,  seemingly on
it's own, as I groan, "Aaaah, oooh, oooh," and then Dodger's  leaning flat
against by butt cheeks blowing exhaled smoke towards my head. My  cigarette
went out a couple of minutes ago, but it's still between my lips so I  spit
it our and push back at Dodger a little. Sexual stimulation from nerve
endings in my ass combined with the picture in my brain of Dodger pulling his
cock out of Vinnie's ass and shoving it right up mine gets my shoulders
shuddering. Ya know what... I like getting fucked second.


With his hard fat boner snuggly up my ass, Dodger hands his cigarette  butt
to Vinnie, "Light me another, Vinnie, and one for Dylan and yourself too."
I don't want another cigarette but I'm kinda busy getting fucked at the
moment,  and it's feeling especially arousing because it's my old buddy Dodger,
all grown  up now, doing the fucking. So what the fuck, I don't object to
the cigarette.  It's simpler to just take the damn thing between my lips when
Vinnie holds it  out to me. Dodger humps against my buttocks dominantly and
then grinds his  hips in sort of a circle creating activity on my prostate,
asking, "How's it  feel, Dylan?" I am trying telling him it feels good, but
I go, "Ooooh, yeaaah,"  instead. He blows some more cigarette smoke my way
as he's pulling his cock back  then driving it right back in, and then he
does it again with my head straining  back as I moan from the sexual
sensations coming from my rectum. Leaving his  cock up my ass, he says, "Vinnie, push
that ashtray over a little closer to me."  I groan as Dodger leans over to
dump his ash in the ash tray, then straightens  up and hump his hips a half
dozen times with me squirming under him feeling a  little submissiveness
descending over my brain. It's because of Dodger's implied  assumption I'll
patiently wait until he feels like steadily fucking me.  His starts and stops
are frustrating.  He grips my hips now and  does another half dozen fast
thrusts, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," then  stops, fully impaling me,
then he starts and stops again, saying, "This is  feeling so good I want it
to last," then, "Here, Vinnie, take my cigarette butt  and light me another
one."

I'm squeezing my ass muscles to increase the sensations in my rectum as
Dodger just stands there with his cock up my ass waiting for his tenth
cigarette  of this fuck. I pull my ass forward and then push back sliding on his
cock. He,  "SMACKS!" my ass, "Stop that," and a little deeper submissive
feeling  accompanies a quiet whine of arousal from me. Precum drips from my cock
and  makes a quiet, "Splat" on the floor. I take a deep breath then try
encouraging  him to get on with it, "It feels fantastic, Dodger, um, I was
wondering though  if your ever gonna do any serious fucking?" Exhaled smoke
surrounds my head as  Dodger's ignores me, telling Vinnie, "Get back down beside
Dylan, Vinnie."  Vinnie gets on his hands and knees next to me as another
"Splat" of my precum  hits the floor. Vinnie says, "You're dick's leaking,
Dylan." Dodger pulls his  cock back and I answer Vinnie with, "Mmmm, ooh, ooh,"
as Dodger pushes his cock  in faster this time and then he does it ten or
twelve times as now my climax  starts to build. I moan, "Oooh, Dodger," and
get another, "Smack," on my ass  before he starts fucking me steadily and I
can see in my head Dodger standing  behind me casually thrusting his hips as
he drags off his cigarette, maybe  planning what he's going to have for
dinner.


The "Slap, slap, slap," sounds ring in my ear and after two minutes I'm
pushing back at his thrusts and moaning constantly as finally I hear the first
 sound of arousal from Dodger, "Mmmm, aaah, yeah." Sensations from his
sensitive  cock are beginning to take control of his brain. Smoke all around us
as Dodger  gets a hand on each of my shoulders now and for the next couple
of minutes  really slams his cock up my ass pulling me back into him as he
humps his hips  thrusting that hard fat boner up my ass. I feel my impending
orgasm building and  it's obvious now I'm going to blow my load momentarily.
My hard cock starts  pulling away from my belly and I moan, "Aaah, aah, umm,
umm, feels good, aah,"  then it's on me hard as black dots dance before my
eyes, and with my back  arching and me squealing cum streams from my cock
just missing my chin to  arc and then splatter on the floor a few feet in
front of me. With my muscles  contracting I shoot a few more strings of cum from
my quivering boner, dizzy  from an overloaded sensory explosion in my
brain. Dodger pulls his boner out  before my last spurt of jism hits the floor.
He jams it up Vinnie's ass as the  lips of my asshole get a little spastic. I
sigh as a few more drools of cum  roll down my cock and pool around my
nuts. Oh what I'd give to have Dodger's  cock inside me a while longer. It was
kind of a weird climax although a sexy  one. Weird mostly because of Dodger's
quick withdrawal, but I suppose he's ready  to climax himself and he wants
to do it inside his boyfriend. Considerate of  him. My shoulders shudder
again as all around my groin nerve ending are  sputtering and sparking and then
all too quickly fade away. Stroking my cock a  few times I'm wondering why
this orgasm was more sexually stimulating than my  earlier one, especially
considering it is my second orgasm of the afternoon. I  don't know, it just
hit me right somehow. Damn, that was hot! Not a very big  orgasm, but
awesomely scintillating.

Vinnie's moaning and rocking back and forth on his hands and knees as the
fast, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of their bodies colliding tells me it's a
fast  hard fuck without me even needing to look back at Dodger. Vinnie's eyes
are  closed and his head's back as he's evidently feeling his climax
getting ready to  explode. Dodger pounds his cock inside Vinnie's rectum, his
cigarette  clamped between his teeth and hazy smoke all around us. He had his
cock up my  ass earlier this afternoon too, but not for very long. Instead it
was me who  fucked him when he had his cock inside Vinnie's ass. I had a
really good climax  doing that too, but the climax I just had was hotter and
that's an indication of  how much better I like being a 'bottom' than a 'top'.
Dodger fucking me just now  gave me a really gooey-feeling orgasm with just
a touch of submissiveness near  the end. Hmmm, Dodger and me have gotta get
in 'on' a few more times in Fort  Lauderdale. Maybe I can get that
submissive thing going for me if it's just  Dodger fucking me. Yeah, but him going
from Vinnie's ass to mine was uber hot  too. This has been a damn good
afternoon and I'm liking the possibilities of a  few encores next week.


Vinnie's still breathing hard as is Dodger. The, "Slap, slap, slap,"
continue along with grunts and gasps until Vinnie goes, "Aaaah," humps his hips
with cum shooting out his long hard penis. It's a creamy stream of spunk off
to  the side again. Dodger pumps his cock back and forth in Vinnie's ass as
Vinnie's  stroking his cock moaning quietly, but now his head's hanging
down between his  arms as he absorbs the sexiness of his latest orgasm. Dodger
gasps, still  thrusting in Vinnie ass, and then he goes, "Aaaaaarhggg," his
crotch tight  against Vinnie humping against his buttocks, obviously having
his climax. Then  some wild extra thrusting almost knocking Vinnie flat on
the floor with Dodger's  cum splattering around a little as he slams into
Vinnie with cum drooling out of  Vinnie's ass. It's a little messy until Dodger
pulls his cock out, still hard  but it's extra shiny now that it's coated
with his own cum. He takes two deep  breaths, then with his chest heaving, he
gasps, "Stay there, Dylan," and his  cock slides back up my ass. I'm like,
"Ooooh, yeaaah," and Dodger fucks me for  another minute or two before
pulling out, mumbling, "I thought I had another  little spurt of cum in my
balls." and, "SMACK!" on my ass as he chuckles, "You  two are the very best!"


I'm still aroused by all of this and kinda in a daze staring at Dodger's
still firm, slimy cock, as he asks, "What? You want a taste of this, Dylan?"
He  walks around in front of me as I sit back on my ankles. "I dare you,
Dylan," and  in somewhat of a weird trance I reach over and take his cock in my
fingers, then  suck it into my mouth." Vinnie says, "I'd do that too,
Dodger." And oh, yeah,  now I feel a dreamy submissive sensation finally slide
over me as I suck strange  substances off his cock. Dodger rubs my head
saying, "That's awesome, Dylan,  cleaning my cock for me like this. You know what,
we need to be in the same room  in Fort Lauderdale." Then he adds, "Hell,
we don't even need to be in the same  room as long as there's two rooms."
Vinnie like, "Ya didn't think six guys would  be in one room, did ya?" and
Dodger says something that I don't pay attention to  so I can savor this
submissive sensation, but their talking is slowly ruining my  submissive sense so I
take his cock out of my mouth, unfulfilled  submissive-wise, but still I
had two hot climaxes this afternoon, so I'm good.  Dodger's stroking his cock,
mumbling, "That was damn ballsy of you, Dylan.  Sucking a cock that's been
working inside two rectums. We're gonna have some fun  next week, huh?"


As with any recreational sex, done properly, when it's over it's over.
Over except for talking about it, laughing and mocking each other's
exclamations  and squeals when we climaxed. That's going on as we clean-up spunk from
the  floor and off our asses and dicks. Then wash our face and hands, patting
each  other on the back congratulating one another for a hot three-way
sex-a-thon.  Vinnie and me are insisting that next time he and I flip a coin to
see who tops  since Dodger 'topped' this time. Such childishness! I don't
know why I put up  with it. No hugs and kisses goodbye, just bump fists
saying, "Dude!" or "Don't  let your pepperoni get lonely," or whatever. The last
word before Vinnie and  Dodger leave is from me. "Chubby and I will see you
guys later tonight. Don't  drink all the fucking beer before we get there."
The door slams and it's silent  in here now. I flop on the sofa lengthwise
feeling pretty good, then wonder if  three-ways are what I need to start
eliminating from my casual sex. Ryan might  think so, but it's not like it's a
one and done situation. Dodger, Vinnie,  and I have had other three-ways so I
can't imagine Ryan would expect me to  eliminate an established side-sex
activity. I know Robby won't give it a thought  because his brother was
involved, not that I'd bring the topic up anyway. I  mean, Robby actually told me
whatever Dodger and I do during his brother's leave  is okay with him as long
as he doesn't have to hear about it. I'm not positive  Ryan would feel the
same way though so it's best that I don't burden him with  this afternoon's
activities either. Huh, ten weeks this summer with Ryan...  yeah, and what
are the chances I'll have any side-sex during that time. I'm  thinking it
might be as high as zero chances. That's something I hadn't  considered until
this very moment. Disturbing thought.


Out on the balcony I'm looking out over  the parking lot for our Jeep to
see if Chubby's back from the mall yet. Don't  see it so I text him and he
texts back indicating he and Connor are just leaving  the mall now. Two hours
at the mall? Huh, they must have run into someone they  know. Back in my
bedroom I look at the cloud of cigarette smoke drifting slowly  towards the fan.
That's a problem so I get a can of air freshener and spray it  all around
the room. Smelling my arm I think I probably smell like smoke so what  I
should do right now is take a shower, and that's exactly what I do. Drying off
in the bathroom I'm looking at myself in the mirror studying the tight burr
haircut Ryan gave me. Chubby's got one just like it and I said I was cool
with  mine, but now I'm not so sure. Dodger's and Vinnie's preppy, but dorky
haircuts,  are actually kinda cool. Retro, sort of, and now Manny wants a
haircut like that  too. Ha ha the pompadour is also kinda corny-cool. I may
need to put my foot  down with Ryan about the haircuts. What the fuck, he came
back from Georgia with  a preppy haircut too. He says he got it to please
his dad, but I'm thinking he  needs a pompadour to finish the 'look'. Heh
heh. You know what... my hair's too  nice to be so short all the time. Robby's
got the right idea. Not a ponytail  necessarily, although I've never had
one, but at least have hair long enough to  show off the two-tone blond color
that's basically sexy and awesome. I'm  shortchanging myself by not presented
my best appearance. Longer hair would add  to my good looks, and I'm not
being conceited so much as I'm going along with  what everyone says. Yeah, no
more of Ryan's burr haircuts for me and by the end  of this college year my
hair will have grown back to an acceptable length and I  won't look like a
Marine recruit when I go to Georgia... if I go to  side-sex-less Georgia.

I'm wearing all my cool bling tonight including the hot earrings Willie
bought me in Key West, my David Yurman cross necklace and the leather
bracelet,  both of those being gifts from Willie too, along with my $350.00 sports
watch.  I've got Robby's friendship ring on the ring finger of my left hand
and the  birthday ring from Chubby on the ring finger of my right hand. A
cool hoodie  from Key West, slim jeans with my Nike swoosh sneakers complete my
outfit for  this night's activities. That's right, I'm bad! Heh, heh, yeah,
but I better  brush my teeth after all the smoking we did. After that I go
up to Chubby's  condo and let myself in. Walking through his bedroom to his
bathroom I see  Chubby with a towel around his waist staring at himself in
the mirror. He  glances at me with his special smile, saying, "Hiya, bro, you
are looking  gooood!" I ask, "Wha'cha looking for?" He goes, "I thought I
saw something  growing on my upper lip, but I think it was a shadow." I'm
like, "Oh, ya know  our dad wasn't a hairy guy, Chub. Mom said he didn't have
any facial hair at  all, and none on his body that you'd notice." He goes,
"How'd, um, why'd your  mom bring that up?" I shrug, "Because I asked her,"
and he blurts out a laugh,  "The things that come outta your brain and then
your mouth." I'm like,  "Whaddaya mean?" and he says, "Dad was seventeen when
he died and, um, oh never  mind it's not important, but most guys wouldn't
ask their mom if their dad has  body hair." I go, "Oh, why not?" and he gives
me a hug, "Forget about it and let  me show you what I bought at the mall."


We walk into his bedroom, avoiding clothes and sneakers scattered on the
floor. He grabs a bag from Macy's and dumps the clothes be bought on his
unmade  bed. Two pairs of skinny jeans, exactly like I'm wearing, and a
sleeveless  t-shirt almost identical to the one I bought last year, plus a hoodie
sweatshirt. He goes, "I'm wearing the hoodie with the t-shirt underneath and
these slim jeans." I go, "You made fun of my slim jeans when I first wore
them,"  and he goes, "Did I? I don't remember that." I'm like, "We'll look
like twins  with the same clothes on." He says, "Nonsense, you're taller than
me." He drops  the towel from around his waist and looks in his bureau for
underpants, finally  choosing a pair of jockey shorts. I mumble, "I'm wearing
boxers," so he laugh,  smirks at me, and drops the jockey shorts on the
floor to pull boxer shorts out  of the drawer. He puts them on and finishes
getting dressed wearing a white sock  on one foot and a blue one on the other.
I ignore that, saying, "You didn't give  me a hug and a kiss hello." He
stops getting dressed, hugs me and kisses me on  the lips, then finishes getting
dressed, saying, "Just gotta comb my hair and  I'm ready to go." I ask,
"What hair?" and he goes, "Oh yeah, I'm ready to go  now."  We go out the front
door as I'm holding up my key to the Jeep, "I  wanna drive." Chubby says,
"Are you sure? We need gas and whoever's driving  always buys the gas." We're
walking down the steps with me saying, "I had to  fill it up the last time
I drove it, remember?" he goes, "Sure, I remember. I  was the one who was
considerate enough to tell you we were on empty. Wouldn't  want you running
out of gas in the middle of route 114," and I'm like, "So you  drove the Jeep
for a week with the gas I bought, and now it's on empty again,"  he nods,
"Uh huh." I blurt out a laugh, "I'll drive anyway," and he says, "I'm  just
kidding you, I filled the tank before going to the mall with  Connor."


I drive to the restaurant promising  myself I'm not going to say anything
about the empty beer cans, McDonald fast  food wrappers, sticky soda cups,
and other debris in the front and back of the  Jeep. Then as I'm parking, I
can't help myself, asking, "Did someone empty a  trash can in our car?" He
looks cutely innocent, "Whaddaya mean?" and I laugh  and rub his head, "Lets
see what's up with the moms, bro." Inside there's a new  receptionist or
whatever you call the person at the front desk. She's an  attractive woman of
about thirty-five with big hair a shade of red that nature  couldn't possible
be responsible for, and too much makeup. She asks,  "Reservations for...?"
and Chubby says, "We don't have a reservation," and she  dismissively says,
"Sorry boys, we're booked solid," and looks past us to a  couple who followed
us in. Chubby looks at them too, then says to the unnatural  redhead, "Um,
we're dining with a couple of hot waitresses who work here," then  to the
couple in back of us, he gives a big phony smile, saying, "She'll be with  you
in a minute." The receptionist starts to say something, but Tris comes over
and intervenes hugging both of us around the neck, kissing us both, saying
to  reds, "These are Dee's and my sons. Aren't they handsome?" and she walks
us back  to the table set up near the door to the kitchen. She's talking
the whole time  telling us about someone named Mabel who had a miscarriage and
now all the  girls, meaning the middle aged waitresses, are totally upset
about it. Chubby  and I exchange looks rolling our eyes and then my mom walks
by us with a tray of  drinks, saying, "Don't you two look adorable with
your Marine haircuts. You look  like identical twins."


We get seated and Tris says, "Look  at the menus, we're running a little
late, but I'll be back in a minute or so"  and Chubby says, "If Mabel were
here you'd probably be right on time," not  adding what I'm thinking, which is:
right on time for the first time ever. The  moms are always late no matter
what they're suppose to be doing. It's a women's  thing having to do with
makeup and hair I suppose. I pick up the menu as Chubby  says, "Our moms are
looking good, huh, bro?" I go, "Yeah, they always look good,  especially
considering they're both thirty-seven. Is that middle age?" Chubby  goes, "I
don't know for sure, but I'm thinking middle age probably starts at age
fifty," and I go, "What the fuck? Who the hell lives to a hundred! Middle age
must be somewhere between forty and forty five." He shrug as a waitress comes
up, asking, "What can I get you boys to drink?" Chubby says, "We'll both
have  something made with bourbon. Saturday nights is bourbon night." She does
a  waitress's little laugh, saying, "Neither one of you sweet things is
twenty-one.  Dee or Tris would have mentioned that if you were." Chubby goes,
"Now look here,  we're both in the Marines serving our country, ready to give
our life in the  defense of freedom. We'll be twenty-one in two weeks, so
what kind of drinks do  ya have that involves bourbon?" She makes a face like
she wants to say,  'Bullshit to that,' but Chubby jumps in with, "Ask Dee or
Tris if you don't  believe us military personnel. We're on a much needed
leave from the war. War is  hell, ya know." She says, "I've heard that. Okay,
you win. We've got Old  Fashions, Whiskey Sours, Manhattans, and..." I go,
"Two whiskey sours, please."  She writes it down, then points her ballpoint
pen at us, grinning, "You two are  the cutest things ever," and Chubby and I
give her big phony smiles, then she's  off to put in our drink order. Chubby
says, "I knew this haircut would come in  handy," and I'm like, "She didn't
believe a word you said." He goes, "So what, I  outlasted her. Jesus, look
how busy it is in here tonight."


I'm back to looking at the menu, "They have prime rib of beef again
tonight, Chub. It comes with that creamy horseradish sauce and twice baked  potato
and a salad instead of the broccoli." Chubby rarely looks at a menu. He
just gets whatever I order. They also have calves liver on the menu and I
always  consider ordering that to see if he still says what he always says,
which is:  'Huh, I think I'll have exactly what my beloved brother just ordered.
Thank you  so much'. Or something like that. I don't think he even pays
attention to what I  order. Of course I'm not passing up prime rib carved off a
standing rib roast to  test my calf's liver hypothesis. Fuck that! This
table we're at was set up here  against the wall next to the kitchen door just
for us. Normally the waitresses  eat at the waitress table in the kitchen.
We've sat here before, but a paying  customer would pitch a bitch about all
the comings and going out of the kitchen.  We talk about our day with me
skipping over a few minor details and Chubby  telling me that he and Connor ran
into girls at the mall. Girls Chubby knows  from high school and the four of
them went to the food court for sodas. He  describes how one of the girls
was all over Connor in his camouflage Army  outfit. She leaned on him and
wore his hat. Chubby says Connor's  face almost caught on fire he was blushing
so much. Connor does get awfully  flustered around girls, but then he
blushes around just about everybody. I  haven't spent enough time with him to see
how the Army experience might have  changed him, but I will in the coming
week. I love that kid.


Our waitress is back with our drinks. Her  name is Chrisie. Cute name! She
says, "I couldn't find Dee or Tris so if I get  in trouble because I'm
serving you alcoholic beverages, I'm going to be so mad  at you two." Chubby
goes, "Don't give it a second thought, Chrisie, and you  might as well back us
up with the whiskey sours while you've got a minute." She  laughs, "While
I've got a minute? Honey, this is Saturday night and I'm running  my buns off."
Chubby taste his drink, deadpanning, "This has turned sour! I  think it's
past it's used-by date." She laughs again and takes off. I shake my  head at
Chubby as my mom sits down, then gets up to hug each of us again kissing
the sides of our foreheads, saying, "It's so good to be having dinner with you
 two again." I go, "Mom we had dinner together two weeks ago." She says,
"Oh you!  You know what I mean." Dee sits down then looking harried, "It's a
mad house  tonight and it's still early." I go, "Yeah, Tris, I was wondering
who goes out  to dinner at five-thirty?" My mom says, "Phil has a senior's
dinner special he's  trying out. Dinners before six o'clock are twenty-five
percent off regular  prices. A lot of seniors tonight and some of them came
in as early as  four-thirty. Plus there a baby shower on the other side of
the room with thirty  woman. It's not normally like this."


The moms can't drink on duty so they have iced tea as we tell them about
our plans for spring break. Then Chubby says, "By the way, this isn't a very
good whiskey sour. What's up with that?" and the moms just look at each
other,  then Tris says, "You boys are so clever fooling Chrisie like that, but
why the  short haircuts?" Chubby says, "I got mine to be like Dylan," and I
say, "A  friend of mine gave me this haircut," as if that explains it. Then
Chrisie comes  over to take our order and surprise, surprise she has two
more whiskey sours. As  she sets then down she says, "Phil says no more drinks
for you two unless you  have awesome fake ID," and all three ladies laugh
like that's the funniest thing  they ever heard. Chubby goes, "Oh, that,
Phil!" like he even knows who he is.  The moms order salads and I order the prime
rib medium rare, then Chubby says  what he usually says, getting exactly
what I ordered. When Chrisie leaves with  our orders mom says, "We're really
sorry we need to rush tonight, but the thirty  people for the baby shower was
last minute and they ordered separately. Usually  for a group that size we
have a set menu and a fixed price." Chubby goes, "And  Mabel's not working
tonight of all nights." My mom looks startled, "How do you  know about Mabel,
Jeffrey?" It goes like that for awhile.


Actually Chubby's right, the whiskey sours aren't very good because
they're made from a bottled mix and not fresh squeezed orange juice and lemon
with sugar water or whatever goes in a whiskey sour. We had freshly made ones,
not a pre-mixed drink, someplace in Wildwood last year and they were
delicious.  The moms quiz us on how we're doing at college naturally, and we tell
them the  good parts. Then Chubby goes, "Hey, where are Rider and Bud? I
thought they were  eating with us." Mom says, "Yes, they were suppose to," and
Tris says, "I called  them and canceled because of the baby shower people.
We knew we'd be  rushed." And we talk about the twin fiancés for awhile. They
apparently just  took on a big new client and they've been working like
sixty hours a week.  Chubby goes, "Excellent, it's looking more and more like
Dylan and I are in for  new convertibles for graduation presents from our
step dads. When's the  wedding?" The moms giggle at that, but there is no date
set yet for the joint  wedding although they've been talking about the first
of next  year.


Our dinners arrive which the moms quickly eating and apologizing again  for
needing to rush and insisting we take our time. I feel bad for them, but
sometimes things just don't work out as you plan. They've been working at
this  restaurant since they were teenagers and they're conscientious about
their  responsibilities. A lot like Robby in that regard, but Chubby and I are
conscientious in whatever job we have too. We just don't go nuts with it,
you  know, until we start a career after college. Anyway I'm probably going to
be  working for Robby until we start a family, and when that is hasn't been
 determined as of the last time I talked with Robby about it. While the
moms  finish as much of their salads as they normally eat, which is a little
over  half, we tell them what we know of the Army boys. The moms would love to
see  them so Chubby says we'll invite them to brunch tomorrow. After more
hugs,  kisses, and head rubs the moms go back to work. Chubby and me are only
half done  our dinner so we eat the rest as we're planning a big brunch
tomorrow. We're  going to stop off at Stop & Shop to grocery shop before we
meet the rest of  the guys at Robby's.


The dinner is awesome and we get vanilla cake with vanilla icing for
desert. The mom's asked the pastry chef to make the cake especially for us. Nice
touch! As we drink coffee and eat two slices of cake each we talk about how
 lucky we are to have moms like ours. They've let us live our lives pretty
much the way we wanted from an early age. Sure it was from necessity
mostly, but  also because we earned their trust by never getting into any trouble
that they  knew about. We took care of our problems ourselves while they've
provided us  with a nice place to live, food, and clothing. They always
attended out  parent/teachers stuff and have shown us love and unquestioned
support of  whatever we wanted to do, plus Wildwood family vacations every year.
They've  worked six days a week for the better part of twenty years and
never once  complained about it, always cheerful and bubbly and fun to be with.
We have no  complaint. Before we leave the restaurant we thank them for
dinner telling them  their great moms and getting more, hugs, kisses, and head
rubs before we can  escape. Chubby and I have a little buzz from the whiskey
sours, but we're far  from drunk as I drive us to Stop & Shop. We plan the
menu on the way, and  we're also very excited about our upcoming adventure
for spring break. That's  the thing about life, ya never know what's waiting
for you just around the  corner. We'll find out though... won't we?




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


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Donny  Mumford



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