Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2013 06:12:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter  10   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter  10

			     by  Donny Mumford


I'm on my way to pickup Connor at his apartment and then I'll drive us both
to North Andover where we'll get Cory Dunleavy at Stop & Shop. The three of
us will come back to my condo and I'll change into cool duds for the party,
that's my plan. And Robby's right, this is a bittersweet party; parties are
generally sweet, but the bitter pill is that this one is a going-away party
for Connor and Dodger. They have very different reasons for joining the
Army, but it amounts to the same thing as far as I'm concerned: two friends
I love won't be around for a couple of years. Connor's horrific home life
and his desire to go to college after the Army seems a legitimate reason
for enlisting, albeit a desperate one, but Dodger's reason for enlisting is
unclear. Some vague reference to getting out from under Robby's shadow and,
oh yeah, he doesn't like high school. Weak reasons at best. The fact is, we
don't know his reasons, and as far as I can tell neither does his parents
or brother. Dodger's always been bullheaded though, plus there's nothing
anyone can do to prevent him from going, anyway. Damn him! I'll miss them
both, but especially Dodger who I've come to love as a friend. We all tend
to take people in our lives for granted, and then when they're gone we
realize how much they mean to us. At a traffic light, I rub my latest
too-short haircut, take a deep breath of resignation at again having hair
an eighth of a inch long, and then chuckle at the incompetence of Robby's
and Ryan's barbering skills. That's just about the only thing they can't do
well though, at least as far as I'm concerned. I think they're awesome, but
not perfect, as they demonstrated in my bedroom with that rude and crude
extemporaneous sex. That's what Robby called it, rude and crude behavior,
and I agree. They apologized sincerely though and I, of all people, know
how the heat of sex can cloud your thinking. Robby's confidence has grown
over the past few months, but he still had doubts about Ryan's love for
him. Just the other day, he told me he thinks Ryan's losing interest in him
and Ryan told me later that he was thinking of me when he was with Rob, so
that's what Rob apparently picked up on. Then, just a little while ago they
had the hots for each other so bad they fucked after a shower
together. That's shocking to me, and it certainly doesn't indicate Ryan's
losing interest in Rob or Robby losing interest in Ryan, so what the hell's
going on here?Well, the fact is, all three of us are a bit conflicted about
the members of our threesome. What's the chance three boys would all have
just about the same hots for each other? A million to one maybe. Who knows,
but mostly it's all good, so we'll play it out. What else can we do; who
knows where it'll end up?

Right now though my thoughts are on Connor. He didn't want me to come to
his apartment building because it's in a dangerous neighborhood, but I
insisted, so I need to deal with that now. It's Saturday afternoon around
three o'clock and hopefully the rowdies who hang-out on the front steps of
the apartment building won't be there at this time of the day. One time I
saw Connor give one of the kids on the steps some money, Connor said it was
a dollar and he usually just pays it to insure he won't be hassled by those
assholes. That pisses me off so badly and makes me think of sicko Jake who
I went to for payback to Ricky and his father for the disgusting way they
treated the window washer boys, especially the way they treated
Chubby. Jake's on the west coast now or I might have him turn loose some
havoc on the gang that torments Connor. Turning the corner, and sure enough
there are a half dozen scraggy looking teens smoking and horsing around at
the entrance to Connor's rundown apartment complex. Those scruffs match the
shabbiness of the building. Sad that people must live like this, but a lot
of them are like Connor's mother: on welfare, spending whatever money they
get handed to them on booze and drugs. Then I see someone waving at me from
across the street, a block down from the apartment. That's gotta be Connor,
who probably paid his toll to get by the bullies because he didn't want me
to have to deal with them. I roll on past the apartment and now I can make
out Connor's cute face and sweet smile. Pulling over to the curb, a smiling
Connor gets in the Jeep toting a beat-up satchel. He puts the satchel on
the floor, saying "Hi, Dylan, it's wonderful to see you," I go, "Same
here," and we do an awkward hug with Connor doing what I do to Chubby; he
sneaks a kiss on my cheek as we hug. Damn, he's another boy with a sexy
natural scent. His clothes are rumpled, which is very unusual for him, and
there's a rip at the collar of his T-shirt, and a bruise on his cheek. He
notices me gawking at the crumpled T-shirt and says, "I've got a change of
clothes with me. I, um, had a bit of trouble getting by the nasties at the
front door, that's what they call themselves." I mumble, "They're scum,"
and Connor says, "They live the same hard existence as my mother and me,
and they act out their despair by bullying people the way they feel life is
bullying them." I shrug, muttering, "Or, they could just be assholes. How
ya been other than that?" He says, "I'm excited about the party, flattered
beyond words and forever grateful to you for being my friend. I've been
counting the days and now it's here. Monday, I'll escape all this," and he
gestures at the vacant rundown buildings on both sides of the street. I
say, "I'll miss you, Connor, and will worry about you every day." He
mutters, "I'll do fine, Dylan. It'll seem like I'm on vacation compared to
what I'm used to, and with Dodger going in the Army with me I feel really
lucky for once. Having someone I know going through everything with me is a
blessing. He's an awesome kid too, makes me laugh all the time and he's
ballsy. Jeez, the things he says. His boyfriend is the sweetest kid, too."
I go, "Yep, they're quite a pair. Did, um, Dodger tell you why he enlisted,
by any chance?" Connor says, "No, I wondered about that, but I didn't want
to pry, ya know?"

We drive out of the rundown section of Framingham and enter Natick on route
9, heading for route 128 north. It's about an hour's drive to North
Andover. Connor says, "I see you're back to that bad boy look with your
uber short haircut; the outlining of your hairline is so cool. You're cool,
period." I chuckle, "Whenever I'm down in the dumps I'll email you because
I know you'll have some sweet comments to bolster my self-image. Thank you,
Connor, but the haircut wasn't intentional. One of my friends tried cutting
my hair and the best solution to his failed effort is this extremely short
buzz cut." He says, "Well, if you ask me, it's cool looking, especially
with your hoop earrings and that cute face of yours." I mutter, "Oh man,
you're awesome Connor," then add, "Actually a number of my friends have
very short haircuts in honor of you and Dodger going in the Army." Connor
says excitedly, "That's so neat, I saw Dodger and Vinnie's short haircut
and I was wondering if you'd have time to give me a haircut like that, or
like yours. I'll be getting it all cut off in basic training anyway. Would
you?" I go, "Sure, you have awesome hair, I like cutting it. How long's it
been since I last gave you a haircut?" He goes, "About a month, maybe a
little longer." "Well, it's a done deal, Connor. As soon as we get back to
my condo I'll give you a haircut. Have you been in touch with Cory lately?"
He goes, "Oh, yeah. We text or email every day a few times. He was close to
joining the Army with me, but he's not eighteen yet and his mother won't
sign for him. He'll be eighteen this summer, but doesn't want to go in
alone. Cory's got a bit of a hangup in social situations. He says you
helped him a lot with that; you're our hero." I blush, mumbling, "I'm no
hero, Connor." He reaches over and tentatively squeezes my arm, saying,
"Yeah, to us you are." Jeez, Cory has a gay hero. Glancing at Connor as I
drive, it's startling how good looking he is. His pale complexion and dark
brown hair, those big dark blue eyes and his cute mouth with sparkling
white teeth and rosy red lips. How the hell could he have come out of his
haggard-looking mother is a mystery to me. Nice slim body on Connor,
too. He's wearing the ripped T-shirt and old shorts showing off his slim,
hairless, pale creamy arms and legs; he's always so clean looking. His
hair's grown out and is now over the top of his ears, and that plus the
slight bruise on his face from the scuffle with the nasty boys are his only
imperfections, and both will disappear soon enough. I'm so glad Dodger will
be with Connor because someone would surely take advantage of him. Not with
Dodger they won't. He's taller than Robby and me, and strong with a swagger
that will serve him well. That, plus his personality, will make him a
leader in the barracks, I'll bet, and Connor can be Dodger's wing
man. That's a good thought to keep in my head.

As I drive, I avoid asking detailed questions about Connor's personal life
because when he tells me stuff about his everyday existence it depresses me
and pisses me off. Instead we reminisce about our year at Merrimack
together. His roommate was an asshole, but fortunately he's from out of
state and can't make the party, although he almost decided to make the
trip. We had to invite him for Connor's sake, and at the last minute he
backed out for money reasons, thank God. I think he had a thing for Connor,
a thing he apparently didn't act upon. Connor doesn't lie and he says there
was nothing going on between them, except they were friends. How anyone
could call that grumpy, walking minus sign a friend is beyond me. Connor's
probably the only kid at Merrimack who can make that claim. Anyway, the
roommate's not coming. Some other friends of Connor's are though. We pull
into the Stop & Shop parking lot at ten minutes to four. I park and say,
"Let's grab a cigarette and then go in and find Cory." As we're getting
out, Connor says, "Um, could I bum a smoke from you, Dylan? I haven't
bought a pack for awhile; the damn things are so expensive. I promise to
send you a carton from basic training, as they're cheaper in the PX." We're
leaning against the Jeep as I pass him a cigarette, saying, "Please don't
send me a carton, Connor, keep them for yourself. It's my pleasure sharing
cigarettes with you. It makes me feel good." We light up and he takes a
drag, then says, "You're so good to me, Dylan, it embarrasses me. I'm not
worthy really. All I do is come to you with problems." I go, "Stop it!
That's not true at all, your friendship is golden to me. It makes me feel
that I must be an alright person if a wonderful boy like you considers me a
friend. Friends are gold, more valuable than gold actually." I put my arm
around his neck and he leans his head over and we kiss with Connor doing a
quiet moan in his throat, then muttering, "I'm so in love with you, Dylan,
I feel like a fool sometimes." I kiss him quickly again, muttering, "Damn,
that's a sweet thing to say, but you're far from a fool." It gets awkward
so I take my arm from around his neck and use his propensity for telling
jokes as a way to get things 'real' again. "Ya got a joke for me, Connor?"
He says, "Ha, I memorized a number of them for the party. When I can't
think of anything to say, I'll tell a joke. Cory and I are shy, as you
know, so jokes help me get over my shyness occasionally. Here's a short
one: A guy's sitting at a bar throwing back glass after glass of
scotch. The bartender finally asks, 'You okay, pal?' 'No, I'm not,' the guy
replies. 'I just caught my wife in bed with my best friend.' 'Jesus,' says
the bartender, 'What'd ya do?' The guy says, 'Well, I'm not speaking to
that bitch, I just left with my best friend.' 'What's ya say to him?' asks
the bartender. The guy says, 'I told him, 'BAD DOG! BAD DOG!'" I laugh
although I saw that coming when 'best friend' was mentioned twice. Connor's
smiling, "No curse words in that one. I think jokes are best without curse
words whenever possible." I go, "Chubby agrees with that when telling jokes
in mixed company, but usually curse words make jokes funnier somehow."

We finish our cigarettes and I flick my butt sideways off Connor's leg. He
chuckles, mumbling, "You're funny with those flicks. I know you do it on
purpose; it's half the fun of smoking with you." Then he flicks his about
fifteen feet with a nice arc and it lands in some rubble at the corner of
the parking lot. I jokingly say, "You're going to start a fire," and Connor
asks, seriously, "Should I go get that butt?" I laugh, "Um, no. You're too
nice, Connor, I was teasing you. Come on, let's find Cory." Inside we
wander over to the produce section and there's Matthew Flowers replenishing
apples to the apple table. I stand next to him and stare at him until he
senses he's being stared at. He turns around, asking, "Can I help you
with...? Dylan, my favorite barber. How ya doing, dude?" We do the
handshake/chest bump, and I say, "Great Matthew, how's your haircut holding
up?" He goes, "It's the best haircut I've ever had and I won't tell my
girlfriend where I got it. She's pissed I didn't let her butcher my hair
again. I see you're rocking that tough look with uber short hair again,"
and he runs the palm of his hand over my head. I go, "Not intentionally,
but yeah, I guess I am. I'm surprised you and your girlfriend are still
hangin' together." He goes, "Our relationship's like that guy with one foot
on a patch of ice and the other one on a banana peel, shaky to say the
least." I introduce Connor, they bump fists and we talk about the reason
I'm in North Andover, and then about the time Matthew came over for a
haircut, but we don't mention the kiss or discussion about his reluctant
interest in bisexuality. He says, "No one touches my hair until you return
to Merrimack, Dylan." Then he cryptically adds, "Maybe we can pick up where
we left off, ya know." I pat his shoulder, saying, "You the man, Matthew,
nice seeing you again." I was hoping to see Shaun Sullivan, but he's not
working today. Then we spot Cory coming down the steps from the office
carrying a paper bag instead of a satchel, probably a change of
clothes. He's on the short, slim side, not cute, but not ugly either. He's
your average eighteen year old, brown hair and eyes with okay facial
features, but nothing you'd probably check out twice. He also has a chip on
his shoulder, but he's softened up with me. When he gives a rare smile his
face lights up and he skirts the edge of cuteness, but almost any teen boy
who smiles has some cuteness in his face. There are exceptions to that, but
generally speaking it's true. The trouble with that is a large percentage
of teen boys feel they need to always look grouchy or tough, so smiling
isn't something they're interested in doing. It's because of all the shit
us teens need to deal with. Our changing bodies, acne, social interaction
with peers who aren't always receptive, sexuality, shyness, pressures at
home and school, and all kinds of shit like that.  Some of us handle all
that stuff better than others. Growing up with Chubby helped me greatly,
but guys like Cory and Connor have all the other stuff to deal with plus
Connor lives in poverty, has a drunk druggie for a mother, and no
father. Cory has a mother who isn't ever gonna be mother of the year with
her sleep-over boyfriends, and he's got CF, which used to be a death
penalty, and he also has some aspects of autism, I forget the name of
it. In short, those two boys are to be admired for doing as well as they've
done. They both work and go to school too.

Cory sees us and gives us one of his rare smiles, saying, "Hi, Dylan, how's
my homie? Ya got yourself another extreme haircut I see. You need to change
barbers, dude. I'll cut you better haircuts than that." Well, that was the
closest thing to a friendly hot-shit exchange from Cory I've ever heard
from that boy. I smile and bump fist because Cory is smiling at Connor now;
the second smile in a row, wow! Then Cory has a special hello for Connor
with a one arm hug while shaking hands, "Yo, Connor, looking good. How
'bout that friggin' joke I emailed you yesterday?" and they both
laugh. This might be the first time I've seen Cory actually laugh. Chubby
got him chuckling the night we went candlepin bowling, but laugh out loud
laugh? This is a first. We walk outside with those two chatting and
smiling. It's weird, but ya never know who's gonna hit it off with who. I'd
say they're an unlikely pair with Connor's shyness and Cory's negativity,
but it works for them. On the ride to my condo I have a hard time getting
in a word, what with Cory being a chatterbox and Connor seemingly more
relaxed than usual, even with me. I finally do get in a question, "Have you
guys hooked-up to hang out together?" Connor says, "Yes, I met Cory at the
mall twice and we spent the afternoon goofing off." Goofing off, Cory? Cory
says, "I had the use of my mom's shitbox car when she spent two days in the
hospital with a mysterious stomach problem they couldn't figure out." I
ask, "Is she alright now?" He says, reverting back to being more like the
Cory I know, "As alright as she ever is. Maybe if she'd cut back on the
gin, her stomach might not give her so much trouble." Oh, so maybe these
two have more in common than I thought. Of course, they're both poor and
grew-up in single-parent homes and in both cases the mother has a drinking
problem. They also both work and most of the money they make goes to help
support the household.  Life sucks for some. I count my blessings, but not
as often as I should. We get to my condo safely and once inside Cory goes,
"Whoa, nice place, Dylan. You're lucky, homie." I mumble, Yeah, I know,"
and then to change the subject, I go, "Well, the party won't start for a
half hour or so, and Connor wants a haircut like mine for the party, and
since they'll just cut it shorter during basic training anyway, that's what
we're going to do." Connor says, "I almost asked for that haircut when you
came back form Key West. Remember, Dylan?" Connor leans into me, so I
squeeze the back of his neck then run my fingers through his soft hair on
the back of his head, saying, "Yeah, I do, Connor, but you chickened out."
He goes, "Yeah, I did, but there's no reason to chicken out now, I'll get a
haircut like you have." I grin at him, again thinking, 'Damn, he's good
looking!' Then I say to Cory, "You can watch an expert give Connor a
haircut, Cory, or you can use my computer to play video games." He goes,
"I'd love to play a computer game. Have you ever played 'Wizard 101'?" I go
, "Yeah, it's on there. My computer's in here Cory, I don't use a
password," and I set him up at my desk. "We'll see you soon," and I squeeze
his shoulder getting another smile from Cory; well, alright, Cory! He asks,
"Would it be pushy of me to ask if I could get a haircut too? Not like you
and Connor, but a short haircut. I can't give myself a short one because
there's no room for error and working with two mirrors it gets confusing,
everything's backwards. I'd like to have a short haircut for the summer
though." I say, "I'd be honored to give another talented barber like
yourself any kind of haircut you want, but I'd think a buzz cut would be
simple to give yourself." He goes, "Yeah, it is and I did it last summer
and was gonna do it this summer except I don't like buzz cuts. I'd like
something summer-short, but not a buzz cut. Any suggestions?" I go,
"Flattop," and he asks, "You can do flattops? They're hard to do." I go,
"Not for me; I've given many flattops." Cory gets shy all of a sudden,
mumbling, "You're awesome, Dylan. Connor and I both think so and he's told
me how you've helped him out many times. Thanks, man. Not many guys like
you around." I pat his shoulder, saying, "Sure there is. You've just had
bad luck and maybe haven't run into any awesome guys like me, but they're
out there." I'm smiling and say that in a joking manner so he doesn't think
I consider myself awesome. Another smile from Cory, then, "I'd love to have
a flattop." This time I rub through his hair, playing with it actually, but
no compliant from Cory. Instead he asks, "What do you think, will my hair
work with a flattop?" I go, "Yep, you have excellent hair for a
flattop. You'll need to train it though." He says, "I know. Damn, I'm kinda
excited about this. Thanks." I go, "I'll let you know when I've finished
with Connor's haircut."

We get Cory started on the game and then I join Connor in the
basement. He's already got his shirt off, standing there waiting. I say,
"Cory wants a flattop after your haircut. You must be good for him, as I've
never seen him this, um, normal." I put the barber stool on the tiled
section and off the carpet. He says, "Yeah, he's got a lot of troubles, but
he's a good kid. I just wish we met sooner." He sits on the stool and I get
the clippers and plug them in, then comb Connor's hair 'cause I enjoy
messing with boys' hair. It's not a fetish like Dodger has, but I'm
beginning to think it's close to that. Maybe I should be a barber; a barber
with a college education. Guess that don't make a lot of sense, now that I
think of it. Plus, now I get to choose who I give a haircut to, but as a
barber anyone of any age who comes in the shop I'd have to give a
haircut. Nah, I don't want to do that. Chubby complains when I play with
his hair before his haircut, but Connor leans against me almost purring as
I excessively comb his hair. It's nice being adored, like we're basically
doing with each other. I could easily be Connor's boyfriend, except it
wouldn't be fair to him. Too many other things going on with boys in my
life to treat Connor the way he deserves to be treated. I'll pray he finds
the right boy to make him happy. Done with combing his hair I do a little
shoulder and head massage, and Connor moans, "I love how you give me
haircuts, Dylan," and I reply, "I like doing it too, Connor," and lean down
to kiss his cheek. Connor gulps, turns his head and we kiss on the lips. It
turns into a long kiss that gets Connor moaning and wrapping his arms
around me.  My arms are loosely around his neck. We break the kiss with a
wet smacking sound from our lips. The sides of our faces together, he
gasps, "I hate myself for begging, but are you going to, you know, with me
tonight?" I take a deep breath and say, "It's my pleasure to do that,
Connor, but maybe it'll need to be tomorrow after we drop Cory off." He
says, "If we get the chance tonight though, right?" I say, "Right, if we
get the chance, sure." We let go of each other, I run my fingers through
his hair, saying, "Last chance, you want my haircut or something else?" He
says, "Your's, Dylan. I'll be your twin for a night." I go, "You got it,
twin." Haha, I got myself another twin.

Starting the haircut, and right away lots of Connor's hairs are falling
from the clippers, sliding off my hand to his shoulders and down to the
tiled floor, lots of his silky hair is being cut from his head leaving only
a quarter-inch of hair. It gets my dick almost as stiff as the kiss got
it. Connor's still adjusting his boner from the kiss. What an incredibly
likable and gorgeous boy he is. Done the sides and back, I'm switching to
the eighth-inch guide as Connor rubs his fingers at the quarter inch hairs
all the way up the back of his head and over onto the crown. He mutters,
"Short, ain't it, Dylan?" I go, "Oh yeah, and half way up the sides and
back it's going to be shorter. The I hug his head, and kiss his forehead,
mumbling, "I'm going to miss you, Connor. I know you need to join the Army,
but I wish things were different and there wasn't any reason for you to
enlist. It's selfish of me, but I think you're special and I'll miss you
something awful." Another kiss on the side of his face as I inhale his
aroma, what a kid! He hugs me desperately, muttering, "I'll miss you the
most, Dylan, more than you know." Squeezing the back of his neck, I say,
"We'll meet again, Connor. I'm going to keep you in my life as a very
special friend forever. We'll see how we look when we're forty, God
forbid." We chuckle, then I do the tapering with the eighth-inch
guide. Cory comes down as I'm using the trimmers to outline around Connor's
ear, and say, "Jeez, you are good, Dylan! I wouldn't even attempt that
perfect taper, and you're doing it with very short hair too. That's talent,
homie, but you're not cutting Connor's hair like your haircut." I ignore
that last comment, and go, "Thanks for the compliment, it's nice to have a
fellow barber witness my spectacular barbering skills 'cause you can
appreciate how difficult it actually is. I've always been a natural
though." Cory goes, "And modest too," and he squeezes behind my neck, like
I'm always doing to boys I like. Holy shit, he's making progress. I grin,
"Yeah, I've always been awesomely modest, too." Cory laughs as Connor's
saying, "I appreciate what a talented barber you are, Dylan." I laugh too,
saying, "We're just kidding around, Connor, I do a lot of that." Of course
I'm not giving Connor the extreme buzz cut I have, I had no intention of
doing that. I'm doing the burr haircut like the other guys will have at the
party. I explain that to him now, "Connor, a half dozen of the guys at the
party will have a haircut like Dodger and Vinnie; it's called a short
burr. The short haircuts are in honor of you and Dodger going in the
Army. So I'm making you a twin of your Army buddy, Dodger, not me; I'm too
chicken to join the Army." He goes, "Oh, that's cool. Thanks." I comb up a
big clump of his hair on top and run the clippers down the comb reducing
the length on his head to a quarter-inch at the crown and a half-inch at
his bangs and do this all across his head. Cory goes, "Man, you're good. I
think I'd like this haircut, if that's alright. It's shorter than a
half-inch buzz, but not the same length all over, which is what I don't
like about a buzz." I'm making tiny adjustments to Connor's very short
hair, mumbling, "Whatever you say, Cory. There's a number of guys who will
be at the party with this exact haircut."

After I finish Connor's haircut, Cory takes off his shirt and sits on the
stool. He has a skinny, taut body that's very similar to Ryan's and I have
a huge urge to hug him, but don't. I cut his hair just like Connor's, and
when done I rub the palm of my hands roughly on Cory's head getting stray
clippings from his hair flying off. Cory says, "That feels good," so I do
it again and Cory chuckles, mumbling, "I need to get myself a gay barber,"
and I say, "You got one, Cory, I like cutting your hair." He says, "Thanks,
this one will last me until you return to Merrimack," I massage his bare
shoulders without a complaint from him, which is a complete turn around
from when I first met him. He says, "That feels good too. There's something
about you; it's funny, but I don't mind you touching me. That's usually
another one of my hangups; I don't like being touched, but with you for
some reason I don't mind. Isn't that strange?" I go, "Yes, very," then
chuckle, saying, "You're a good kid, Cory." Then Connor and Cory do what
Dodger and Vinnie do when I cut their hair like this, they rub each other's
short burr haircuts laughing, Cory says, "I don't mind Connor touching me
either." We go upstairs and I pass out Cokes, saying, "I gotta take a
shower and get ready for the party. If you can believe it, I'm gonna wear
even cooler stuff than I have on now." They laugh, with Connor saying, "I
believe it." I say, "Look through my stuff Connor, see if you want to wear
anything." Cory says, "Can I do that too?" I give him a 'look', saying,
"Yeah, of course. We'll check Chubby's stuff too, that might fit you
better. Come on, we'll check now." Cory goes, "Oh, I don't feel right about
doing that. I'll just wear what I have on." I go, "Sure, but you'll wear it
tomorrow. Come on, half the clothes in Chubby's bureau are mine anyway."
Cory says, "Um, another thing, where will we all sleep tonight?" I go,
"What? We'll share my bed, of course." He goes, "The bed in there?"
pointing at my bedroom. I keep from laughing, and say, "Yeah, in my twin
bed." Cory's like, "All three of us in that little bed?" I burst out with a
laugh then, say, "I wish, but we'll get you guys sleeping bags." Cory
smiles, "You were teasing," I go, "Yeah, I do too much of that. Come on,
let's check Chubby's bedroom." When I let myself in, followed by Cory and
Connor, Chubby's on his balcony all showered and dressed. He sees us come
in, flicks his cigarette butt over the railing and joins us, saying, "My
bowling partner!" He gives Cory a hug with Cory blushing and acting
awkward, so I guess Chubby isn't one of the boys Cory doesn't mind touching
him. I get the impression it ain't easy being Cory Dunlevy and I feel bad
for him; life just ain't easy. And ain't ain't in the dictionary, that's
what my mom says, but she's wrong. I checked, it's there.

Chubby bumps fist with Connor, saying, "Dude, big day coming up. You got
guts." Connor says, "Not really, I got desperate is more like it, Chubby."
Chubby looks at Cory and then Connor, "What the fuck? How come I didn't get
the memo about haircuts?" I say, "I cut your hair a week ago, Chubby." He
says, "Is everyone getting the same haircut I have?" I say, "Yes, they're
all emulating you, but enough about haircuts. We're here to get party
clothes for Cory, you're his size." Chubby asks, "Really? You have the
balls to break into my apartment and demand my clothes?" I go, "Yes, that's
it exactly." He goes, "Oh, okay, lets look," and we all go into Chubby's
bedroom and he displays shirt after shirt until Cory, says, "Can I borrow
that one?" It's a Polo golf shirt, very cool with the extra short
sleeves. Chubby goes, "This one? It's my favorite fucking shirt!" I take it
from him and say, "Let's see some shorts." Chubby chuckles, then mutters
curse words under his breath, something about his big brother is taking
advantage of him again. I smirk and Cory picks a cool pair of eleven-inch
pleated chino shorts that are perfect with the golf shirt. Chubby
complains, "They're new, I just bought them last weekend." I go, "Let me
see. These are mine, Chubby, you were with me when I bought them. How'd
they get in your bag?" He goes, "They got mixed in by accident I guess." I
give him a look, and he laughs giving me a hug, saying, "It's hard to fool
my big brother." We hear a horn from way down below. Chubby goes, "There's
my ride, don't steal anything else after I go." We go out with him and down
the steps to my condo, Chubby says, "See you fellows at the party," and he
continues down the steps to the street. Cory calls after him, "Thanks,
Chubby," gets a wave and then we go inside. "You look through my stuff,
Connor, and pick out whatever you want. I'm taking a quick shower." He
says, "Thanks Dylan," and he and Cory start going through my clothes with
Cory saying, "This is kinda fun having rich friends." Connor says, "These
guys are all great, very generous." I'm like, 'Rich?' Nobody every accused
Chubby and me of being rich. Christ, we couldn't get our drivers licenses
until the summer before our senior year because our moms couldn't afford
the lessons, the insurance, or a car. Chubby and I worked all summer to buy
our five year old Jeep. I guess everything's relative though, we seem rich
compared to their circumstances. Man, that makes me sad.

After a quick shower, I come out with a towel around me so as not to give
Cory a heart attack, and get a pair of boxer shorts, "Turn around or you'll
just be jealous seeing my awesome private parts." Cory covers his eyes and
Connor just stares at me. I drop the towel and step into boxer shorts,
asking, "What'd ya choose?" Connor says, "Can I wear these?" It's a golf
shirt and shorts very much like Cory chose, I go, "Cool, yeah. Put 'em on."
Connor asks, "Can I use your bathroom to wash up in?" I say, "No, I'd
rather you didn't, you might have cooties." He smiles, asking, "Please,
I'll keep my cooties to myself." I say, "It's actually a little insulting
to me that you feel you need to ask if you can use the bathroom. Of course
you can use it, you can also go in the refrigerator, or look in my bureau,
or use my computer, or turn on the TV, whatever." He goes, "Oh," and I say,
"Mi casa, su casa," and he says, in much better accented Spanish than me,
"Gracias, mi amigo." Cory says, "Foreign languages are hard. You guys were
good." I say, "Connor is, fer sure. Let's get dressed," and that's what we
do. We're soon on our way, with Connor and Cory rubbing each other's burr
haircuts again. Cory mutters, "This is a cool haircut." That makes me feel
good. Too bad these two didn't meet earlier. I helped Cory a little, but
with Connor, Cory is almost a normal kid as opposed to the uptight, angry
kid I first met outside Stop & Shop. I saw something there with Cory
though, almost a subliminal cry for help or something along those lines. So
I put up with some of his early shit, some rudeness, and eventually I was
right about him. There's a good kid hiding behind all that negativity. I
don't smoke when around Cory, but that doesn't mean I'm not dying for
one. The party's rolling along already when we get to Robby and Dodger's
house. Smoke from the charcoal pits and lots of milling around in the
driveway by the early arrivals. Well, hell, what am I talking about, we're
late. The haircuts took awhile; I check my watch and see it's a quarter to
seven. We didn't hear the music until we got to the driveway just
now. There's lots of cars so we parked two blocks away. When we enter the
yard, both Cory and Connor go, "Oh my God!" I don't blame them, it looks
awesome in the backyard; holy shit, this is fantastic! And I see that
Mr. Dickers and his helpers have strung lights all over the yard. The
Dickers' know how to throw a goodbye party for their lovable, but
cantankerous son, Dodger. Everybody loves him. If Dodger wasn't going in
the Army too, I shudder to think how pathetic Chubby, Robby, and my effort
would have been for Connor. This is truly beautiful back here. Of course
the strings of lights aren't needed yet, as it's still light on a night in
June, but later it'll look very cool. The yard is mind boggling, even
better than when I left this morning. Cory says to Connor, "We're in the
big time now, Connor, we're not in Kansas anymore." Connor goes, "What do
you mean, Kansas?" and I laugh. Then Felix Jonnas calls over, "Yo, Dylan,
you hot shit, where's my man, Ryan?" I yell back, "He's joining the Army
too," as I walk over and do the handshake and chest bump with a pat on
Felix's back. He's the friend of Ryan that we played pool with that time we
ran into him at a pizza parlor back at college. I light a cigarette as
Felix introduces his chunky girlfriend and we exchange greetings; she says,
"I love your haircut, Dylan. You're hot." I go, "Yeah, I know," then I say,
"I gotta get my buds settled, I'll check you guys out later. Thanks for
coming. When I see Ryan I'll tell him you're here, Felix. Nice to see ya,
dude."

Connor and Cory wait for me, so I hold my cigarette behind me, saying, "You
guy's don't need to wait on me, you can mingle on your own." Cory laughs,
and says, "No, we can't. We're sticking to you like gum on your shoe, we're
shy and you're our hero." He's only partially kidding, unfortunately. As we
walk towards the pool house, Paul Solarie walks in and goes, "Connor!
You're going in the Army? What the fuck, dude!" Connor goes, "Paul, oh man,
thanks for coming," and they do the regular handshake and quick hug. Connor
introduces Cory and me, and I take this opportunity to say, "Dudes, I'll
check you out later, I'm going to look for my brother." We all bump fists
even though I don't know Paul. Then I'm free at last. Taking a drag from my
Marlboro Light, I run right into Jarod Mellincamp's back and spill his
booze-spiked soda. He looks angry, then sees it's me, and says, "Dylan, my
gay fighter friend. You looking for another fight?" He's the kid who was
hangin' with that asshole Veris at the beginning of the school year, I
forget Veris' first name. We had a significant fight with Robby going
nuclear on Veris' ass so badly I finally had to pull him off. Naturally I
kicked Jarod's ass first, and later Jarod dropped Veris and became friends
with me. He wanted to double date and I told him I'm gay; he was shocked
I'd come right out with it. He's really a good person, you just never
know. As I drift away the CD's filling the yard with loud music, but
Mr. Dickers and his helpers built a sort of shell over the bandstand so
when the band comes on at nine o'clock most of the sound will be directed
at the yard, like the CD that's playing is doing now. The sound's directed
at the yard and the the wetlands behind their backyard, instead of out into
the neighborhood. I gotta respect Mr. Dickers, he's an awesome dad, if a
little bit corny at times. Mrs. Dickers uses a cordless microphone to
announce, "Dinner is being served at the buffet. Enjoy and thanks for
coming." As I go inside looking for some of my homeboys, a group of
teenagers, obviously high school age, show up. One of them asks me,
"Where's Dodger?" Instead of saying, 'How the fuck do I know?' I say, "I'm
looking for him myself. I'll tell him you guys are here when I find him."
Most of them have cans of beer in their hands, so I add, "Be discreet with
the beers guys, there are parents in attendance." I get a couple of
arrogant looks and one kid brazenly takes a big swallow of beer. I shrug
and go inside. Dodger and Vinnie are in the kitchen with Dodger consoling a
weeping Vinnie. I pat Vinnie on the shoulder as Dodger kisses me, and says,
"Vinnie will be alright, Dylan, he's a little upset at the moment, that's
all. You'll be okay, won't ya, Vinnie?" Vinnie mutters, "No, I won't," and
he clings to Dodger. I'm not a fan of melodrama, but I rub Vinnie's burr
haircut, saying, "I'll be here for you, Vinnie, and Dodger will be back in
ten weeks." He sobs as Ryan follows Rob into the kitchen. We all kiss
'hello' with Ryan still looking a little guilty from earlier this
afternoon. I murmur, "It's alright, Ryan." Now there are four boys right
here with the identical haircuts, three of which I cut; that's so cool!
Ryan's haircut was by Robby and is still covered with my hat.

With an audience now, Vinnie stops his sobbing and washes his face at the
sink as I tell Dodger, "Your posse has arrived. You better tell then to
cool the beers." He chuckles, "I hope you didn't say anything to them,
they're, um, not a fan of being told what to do." I mutter, "Shocking that
your buds would be that way." He chuckles again, then says, "Come on,
Vinnie, lets see what the boys are up to." When they're gone, I go, "I
don't suppose I should ask what my twin and boyfriend have been up to?"
Ryan looks down as Rob says, "Best not to," and he gives me a hug, adding,
"You know how Ryan and I feel about you, Dylan, you got nothing to worry
about. Doesn't the back yard look fabulous?" I say, "It's unbelievable!
Everyone did an awesome job." Robby says, "Lets get something to drink,
then we'll get some of the awesome barbecue too. Oh, first let me suggest
something. You, um, are giving Connor a going away present, right?" I
shrug, "You two said it was alright," and Ryan goes, "Reluctantly on my
part, but yeah." Rob looks at Ryan a second, then says to me, "You can use
my bedroom, Dylan, but be discreet about it. Have Connor slip inside later
and you do it a couple of minutes after that, without my parents seeing
you. Okay?" I go, "Sure, Rob, that's really nice of you." He says, "I owe
you one," then gets his arm around Ryan's neck, and adds, "We both do." I
mutter, "That's okay, and thanks." Robby pulls me in for a three-way hug,
which knocks Ryan's hat off. Well, it's my hat actually, but he's wearing
it. The shingles of uneven hair look worse than I remember, so I ask, "Did
you try to, um, adjust Ryan's haircut, Rob?" We break the hug and Ryan,
embarrassed and red in the face, gets his hat as Robby says, "Yeah, just
now with scissors, but it just made it worse. What can you do to fix it?" I
look at Ryan, who's looking at me like a puppy dog. Smiling at him, I say,
"Nothing right now. Keep the hat on, but tomorrow I'll straighten it out
although it'll be a lot shorter on the sides and back." Ryan says, "Thanks,
Dylan. That'll be better than this." Robby's a little put off, and he
mutters, "I'll do better next time, Ryan. Lets get some drinks."

Ryan and I follow our leader outside and we run into Rob's parents so we
need to talk with them for a bit, then we grab Cokes from the tub of sodas
and go in the pool house where we find a number of kids smoking pot and
drinking beer and spiked sodas. Chubby, Mary Jo, and the couple they double
dated with are among the group. It's loud in here as Chubby yells, "My big
brother," so we walk over swigging from our cans of soda to make room for
some booze. Chubby says, "Tracy brought vodka and rum. Which one do you
want?" I go, "Rum and Coke. What could be better?" Mary Jo says to me, "You
butchered my boyfriend's hair. It's much too short." Chubby says, "Shut up,
MJ," as he pours rum in each of our cans of Coke. I take a swallow, it's
hideous, but what are ya gonna do? Mary Jo shouts, "Don't tell me to shut
up, Jeffrey Romero," he goes, "Shut up, MJ" as Connor and Cory come in. We
greet each other like we haven seen one another for a week. Cory says, "Oh
my God, the food's fantastic, what a party!" Connor looks at me with a
questioning expression on his face; he's got one thing on his mind.I smile
at him and take his arm to pull him away from the group for a second as
Chubby's making a fuss over Cory. Chubby's like that, as he knows Cory's in
strange territory and he wants him to feel part of things. I hear Mary Jo
say, "What the fuck? How many guys have the same ridiculous haircut?"
Chubby goes, "Shut up, MJ." I whisper to Connor, "Robby just told me we can
use his bedroom to, you know, if you want to," and I arch my eyebrow a
little bit.  Connor gets my meaning, whispering excitedly, "That's awesome,
I hate being a burden, but it means a lot to me; to have this memory, I
mean. I'm a little nervous about it too." I go, "It'll be fine, you'll
see." There's a table set up as a reserved place of honor for the enlistees
and their party, which I'm included in. First we stand in line and
eventually get heaping plates of baked beans, barbecue ribs and chicken,
salad and crunchy rolls. Connor and Cory, Robby, me, and Ryan, Dodger and
Vinnie are at the reserved table. It's loud, both the music and the voices
and laughter. All the tables are full, plus guys and girls are in the pool
house eating, as well as groups sitting at the tables around the pool. So
far no fights and no way to know how many of these guys are uninvited
guests. There's a table of six adults; invited neighbors who are acting as
unofficial chaperones. Cory's on his second plate of food and he's right,
it's delicious. Glancing around I see a number of beer cans on tables, but
mostly cups containing either beer or spiked drinks, and of course the cans
of spiked sodas, but no drinking problems yet. It's only eight-fifteen
though so plenty of time for that. I see Harry Black with his roommate,
Travis Hunter, who's with that girl we saw him with at the mall. The one
who's surely a dyke, just as surely as Travis is gay. He's propositioned me
once or twice. Harry, always, always gets drunk, but isn't yet it
seems. They're at a table with Ears Henderson and his shadow, Scott
Tinsdale, both without dates again. Ears also propositioned me asking to
let him blow me which I politely declined. He asked Scott too, but Scott
assumed he was kidding, but he's not, though. Earlier, I bumped fists with
Rolly North and Connor's friend Homer, although the only thing I know about
him is that his name's not Homer. Connor knows what it is, but everybody
calls the kid Homer for some reason; Homer Simpson maybe. Jasper Jenkins is
here also, but thank God his asshole cousin, Sophia, and her pompous
boyfriend from Penn are not with him tonight. He's with a nice looking
chick, who of course I don't know. I don't know too many chicks, actually.

By the time we're done eating and on our second drink, still at the table,
the band arrives. We watch them set-up with me ogling a kid in the band who
looks to be in his early twenties, who I'd like to eat. He's so cute my
teeth hurt. The other three aren't anything to write home about, but the
cute one I've got to meet. The band gets platefuls of food as the noise
level increases; it seems to increase in exact proportion to the booze
being consumed. When the band has eaten and tuned up their instruments the
uber hot one says, "Good evening everyone. We're 'The Troublemakers'. Hope
you like our sound and best of luck and Godspeed to Dodger and Connor," and
they go right into their first song with the cute one as the lead singer
playing electric guitar. There's a lead guitar player, a guy on keyboard
and of course a drummer. They do sound good, and immediately twenty kids
start dancing. The band's loud; live music gets everyone juiced up. I walk
behind Connor and say in his ear, "I'll meet you inside, Connor," he looks
nervous as he shakes his head and walks inside looking suspicious as all
get out, but no one noticed him. I casually follow and whisper, "Wait here,
Connor, and I'll check to be sure no one is in the house." Well, as it
turns out there's a fairly steady stream of kids using the downstairs
powder room, but no adults. I motion for Connor to follow me when it's all
clear and we're quickly upstairs where we go into Robby's and Dodger's
room, which is near the front of the house so it's relatively quiet,
although we can still hear a little of the band. Both beds are unmade, the
blankets and sheets crumpled near the foot of the bed. Connor mutters, "I
feel stupid, we don't need to do this." Picking up Robby's pillow, I say,
"I want to, Connor, it's not like I'm doing you a favor. Hey, we've had sex
before. It's wonderful." I smell the pillow, but I don't detect Rob's
scent. It's Ryan's which gets my cock twitching. Rob fucked him not too
long ago in this bed and, damn, that gets me aroused. Fucking Connor in
Rob's bed an hour after he fucked Ryan in it. Connor said, "Yeah, but I
spurted off in a minute, I was so turned-on." I go, "See if you can hold
out for two minutes this time," as I scan the bottom sheet and see the cum
spot. It's been wiped, but it's still obvious to a sharp-eyed detective
like myself. Connor shuffles his feet, then goes, "Um, what should I do,
Dylan?" Dropping the pillow back on the bed, I say, "Lets get completely
naked and see what happens." He hesitates, then mumbles, "I'm
self-conscious being naked in front of you, but okay," and he pulls my
borrowed golf shirt over his head, asking, "Can I leave my boxer shorts
on?" I say, "Sure, if you want to; I'll leave mine on too if it'll make you
more comfortable." He mutters, "Okay," as he takes my cargo shorts off,
then his sneakers and socks. I'm wearing sandals so I step out of them and
take Connor's hand to pull him over to me. "This will be awesome, Connor,"
putting my arms around his neck. My face close to his, he sputters, "My
heart's going to crack one of myribs it's beating so hard and fast." I grin
and put my lips on his perfectly shaped rosy lips and give him a nice
smooth kiss, then push my tongue inside his mouth; he moans in his throat
and wraps his arms around me. It soon gets to be a wild, wet kiss of desire
and pent-up need coming from Connor. He's quite an excellent kisser for
someone who doesn't get to do it very often. Our tongues rub and then I
suck gently on his, then we french kiss and he begins the, "Mmmmmm," sounds
of pleasure and sexual arousal. He's very hot and his scent's oh so sexy;
some boy is going to be very happy with Connor, fer sure. When his boner's
poking my leg I do the lick up the front of his nose with lots of saliva,
he gasps, inhales and swallows, his eyes wide. I do it again and he drops
his arm and strokes his boner through the material of his boxers, then it
comes out the fly and a whimpering sound comes from Connor, then a barely
audible, "I'm going to cum," so I drop to my knees and suck on his average
size dick with Connor going, "Uhn, uhn, ah, ah, ooooooh!" as cum splashes
in my mouth. I tongue the head of his cock, stroking my cock, which is also
out the fly of my boxer shorts. Connor's got a death grip on my head as he
arches his back, moaning too loudly, "Aaaaahhh," and pours a long stream of
cum that chokes me and I hiccup some spunk up my sinuses. More cum in short
squirts as he groans like it's hurting him to climax, although I know it's
not pain he's feeling. His moans are from extreme sexual pleasure that only
an orgasm can produce. Sucking his nuts dry, breathing through my mouth
around his cock, my nose clogged with Connor's cum. I stand and gently pull
him onto the bed, quietly saying, "Wait there, I need to blow my nose." Mry
voice sounds like I have the flu. There's a bright red spot on each of
Connor's cheeks as he breaths deeply, and continues stroking his cock.

I grab a tissue from a box on the bureau and clear my nose of cum. Then I
smile at Connor, whispering, "That's just your first climax." Plopping down
next to him on the mattress, I get him in my arms and we cuddle for awhile
with Connor murmuring, "I always spunk too quickly with you, Dylan, because
you're the sexiest boy I've ever met and my love for you knows no
bounds. Do you really think I'll spunk again tonight?" I say, "You're sexy
too, Connor, you gotta trust me about that, and yeah, you'll have another
orgasm, or think you're having one." Then I go into another make-out
session with him until my balls are aching with accumulated cum build
up. Connor is sexy, I wasn't just telling him that, and the way his body
feels and smells is arousing me in a serious way. We break off our make-out
to talk quietly for awhile with Connor telling me private things about how
often he masturbates, to use his word for it. He says he pretends he and I
are 'doing it' when he masturbates and that sometimes he does it so much
his 'thing' gets sore. Sounds like Dodger before he met Vinnie. Connor goes
into this long quiet monologue about how he got so desperate for sex he
tried an on-line service that matches guys with other guys approximately
the same age. He was scared to death doing it, but arranged for this twenty
year old gay boy to meet him at the mall to see if they're compatible, but
a middle age man showed up instead. The man tried convincing Connor to try
it with him just once. He described this creepy guy and it almost turns my
stomach. Connor finally ran from the man, ran through the mall feeling like
such a loser. The guy pestered Connor on-line so much Connor changed his
email address. He's on a roll now, as he tells me how he made a total fool
of himself with a boy last year in high school. He was sure the boy was gay
and was sure he was coming on to Connor, but it was teasing and when Connor
came out and asked to do 'oral sex' on him, Connor's words again, the kid
called him names like you'd imagine an ignorant kid would use. These and
other tales of woe he obviously wanted to get off his chest went on for so
long I wanted to cry, feeling so bad for him. Then he cries, saying he's
humiliated he had to lay all this shit on me, but he wanted to tell someone
and he feels I'm his best friend. I commiserated with him telling him I've
done much stupider things than that, and that it's all part of growing up
and dealing with our sexuality. He calms down after a while and I hug and
kiss him as he tells me how nice I am and how much he loves me. It's
heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. With him nestled cozily in
my arms, I quietly say, "You know Dodger's gay, why not tell him you are
and maybe you two can provide some comfort for each other." He asks, "In
the Army?" I say, "No, not sex together in the Army, I mean discussions
about how you're both feeling. It might make Dodger feel good to have a
friend in the same boat he's in. You could compare who you think the
hottest guy in your barracks is with whoever catches Dodger's eye. Make you
guys tighter." He asks, "Do you think I should?" I go, "I can't think of
any reason not to. Dodger's awesome." Connor's quiet thinking about that, I
suppose. We've been in here for almost an hour, which is really stretching
it, but I didn't expect that long confession of Connor's.

Lifting his face with my hand under his chin, I smile at him and kiss
him. It doesn't take much to get Connor hot, me either, and we're soon
wrestling around on the bed making out like mad. It's sexually hot with our
mostly naked bodies rubbing together and our boners next to each other
between us. During our wrestling I pull his boxers off and then get mine
off as we kiss. Wow, he's another delicious boy and his constant sexually
aroused moans are getting me hot. I never knew anyone who gets as aroused
as quickly as Connor; his cock is like a steel poker dripping precum. His
heat is contagious. I scrunch down under the covers to suck his cock,
feeling sure he won't cum as quickly a second time; it's only been an hour
since his first climax. Jesus, what a great cock for sucking with Connor
writhing in sexual pleasure. When I get his balls in my mouth and lick them
while humming on them, it gets his ass hopping off the bed as his hands rub
my head and shoulders. There's constant bodily contact and the never-ending
moan of pleasure and deep desire from Connor. His legs are moving now so I
spit out his nuts and lift his legs, "Hold them back for me, Connor." He
whimpers, unable to speak perhaps, just grabs his legs and pulls them back
nodding his head like he encouraging me to fuck him. I don't need any
encouragement, my dick is dripping precum, stretched almost painfully tight
and I fight the urge to fuck him wildly. Instead I spread the lips of his
quivering anus with the wet head of my boner. Connor goes, "Ummmmm, ooooh,
do it, Dylan, pleeeese, I need it." In goes my cock, and what a tight ass
on this boy. Wow! It feels awesome. I don't remember it being this tight,
but I had more to drink the last time. Pushing in slowly he groans, this
time in pain, so I wait until his rectum muscles relax, then up his ass I
go another two inches. My boner's tight in his butt feeling fantastic as a
moan unexpectedly leaves my mouth, "Mmmmmm," then I'm in tightly all the
way up his ass, my shaved crotch against his buttocks. Leaning into him a
little further I get inside a little bit more. Connor's head is back on the
pillow, his neck stretched as he moans, "Aggggggg, oh my God, oooooh." His
legs go around my back and his hands grip my waist as he tries to pull me
tighter against him. "Aaaahhhh," cries Connor, his eyes lightly closed, his
lips parted. Then his eyes open and he murmurs, "Nothing in my whole life
has ever felt as good as this. It's unbelievable, better than last time." I
feel his sphincter muscle clenching my boner as my cock grows
fatter. Slowly pulling my boner back causes spastic movements of Connor's
shoulders as he moans, then his whole body jerks and my boner flops
completely out. Lining it up again and pushing it back in, he again arches
his back making a long hissing sound between closed lips. All the way back
in, and the withdrawing my boner steadily all the way out until the lips of
his anus grip the swollen head of my cock. I put outward pressure and
distend the lips as he does the hissing sound again.

Holding that for a few seconds, then pushing my throbbing boner back inside
him smoothly and we're good to go. I do ten steady thrusts and steady
withdrawals and he flops on the bed making desperate sounds humping his ass
at my thrusts. Ten more and then I pick up speed and my climax builds. I
could probably climax just watching him writhing in sexual pleasure. He
makes no effort to be cool about it as his legs squeeze around me tightly
and his hands never leave my waist. My faster humps have Connor puffing his
cheeks out and letting the air out noisily in bursts. Tears run down his
face as he humps off the mattress with every drive of my cock up his
ass. His reaction is such a turn on that my fucking becomes wild and rough
as he makes whimpering sounds, his hard cock bouncing on and off his belly
leaving a small pool of precum. He lets go of my waist and begins stroking
himself as fast as I'm fucking him, then my orgasm is on me. An
overwhelming sensation clouds my brain as I squeal in my typically
embarrassing fashion and shoot a long hard stream of cum into his bowels. I
almost pull out of his ass again as my shoulders do their shuddering, but I
slam my cock into him and pour another strong spurt of cum into him, then
another, as Connor does a long groan that changes to just air escaping as
he shoots three small squirts of cum on his belly. From experience, I know
that to him it probably felt like a quart of cum coming out. I'm still a
little wild, but getting myself under control; I keep fucking him because
it feels so good. It's different than being fucked, but damn good
too. Connor's still breathing hard as he lazily strokes his dick. I'm still
feeling the after-effects of that monstrous climax and Connor still has his
legs wrapped around me so I put a little gentle pressure on his legs and
Connor grins wearily and lets me loose. I pull my cock from his ass sucking
air in through closed lips as Connor tightens his sphincter muscle, going,
"Ahhhhhhh, ohh ohh," and then I'm free. I watch his anus tightening and
opening, then tightening again. Connor's body twitches, and he mutters, "Oh
my God, Dylan, would you put it back in?" I nod, and slide my still hard
dick back up his ass as his back arches again and it's his turn to suck in
air. It might not just be he's horny, it could be his butthole's especially
sensitive,in a good way. Some people are lucky like that and have more
highly developed pleasure sensors in general, and specifically in the
rectum; I think I do too. After three more minutes of fucking his still
tight ass, I pull out and lay next to him on my stomach with my arm over
his chest. My leg's laying on the cum spot I noticed earlier; Rob's or
Ryan's, I can't tell. Connor holds onto my arm with both hands, muttering,
"What can I say to express how awesome that was? It's the best experience
of my life." I go, "You have a good bumper on you, Connor. It was awesome
for me too." We lay there until breathing and heartbeats are normal again,
and I say, "We gotta get dressed and you need to make an appearance at your
going away party." We get up and I clean his ass as best I can, getting the
drooling cum as well as his cum that landed on his stomach. Then I put some
tissue in his boxers and pull them up tight on his ass. We get dressed as
Connor looks at me with adoring eyes making me feel special, then we leave
the room with my cum stain from my sloppy cock on the sheet where I lay on
my stomach next to Connor. Rob will enjoy that little present. No one's in
sight, and as we walk down the hall the band sounds are much louder than it
was in Robby's bedroom; well, actually it's Robby's and Dodger's bedroom,
for a couple more nights anyway.

All's clear as we enter the kitchen. Connor goes out first and I hear him
cheerfully say, "Dodger, dude, my Army buddy, where ya been?" I don't hear
what Dodger says. Looking out the window I see them joining the crowd, so I
slip out the door and grab an orange soda on my way to the pool house to
get some vodka. That fuck, and the blow job, were both awesome, I'm feeling
good for couple of reasons. For one, it was sexually sensational for me,
and two, it made Connor very happy. Nice!

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

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