Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2014 10:09:00 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Last Chapter  (102) Part 1 of 2

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO




Last  Chapter  (102)


 Part 1 of 2


by  Donny Mumford




As soon as I step out of the Jeep, Seth's right here to give me a big  hug.
Over Seth's shoulder I see Robby waving and smiling at me. Seth runs his
fingers over my head ruffling my short hair, saying, "Cool haircut, Dylan. I
think I like it even better than your last one." I shrug, muttering, "Oh,
thanks, Seth," I'm watching Robby say something to Lee and Terry, and then
the  three of them jog over to us near the Jeep and give me a big greeting
with  hugs, asking me, 'How ya feeling, buddy?' and saying, "Great to see you,
 Dylan." For him, Robby actually gets a little wild and crazy and gives me
as  peck on the cheek in front of everyone. I was feeling all squirmy inside
from  just seeing Robby, so the peck on my cheek is a bonus. Ever since he
proposed  to me telling me he'll be the head of our household he's become
like my hero.  Chubby stands next to me smiling, being happy for me. I noticed
Chubby had  beer on his breath when he picked me up and all these guys have
the same  thing. They've obviously been pounding down the suds for quite
awhile before I  got here, but the thing I notice the most is the awesomely
warm greeting from  the guys making me feel really good all over. As a matter
of fact, because I  always get too emotional, my eyes tear up because I'm
touched that the guys  are so glad to see me. None of the tears roll down my
cheeks though, and thank  God for that. I squeeze Robby's shoulder as we
stare at each other, then  Chubby calls Robby over to show him something. Lee
gooses me and I'm like,  huh? Then, looking back at him with a grin on my
lips, he says, "Hey, dude,  you and me never did get together this summer for
some hanky panky, not even  once. Damn, I missed my chance, but maybe not." I
kid him, saying, "You're  nothing but a big cock tease for us gay guys, Lee.
I for one was hoping all  summer you were lying about being straight." He
squeezes the back of my neck  and pulls me into his side, laughingly saying
to the guys, "If we didn't have  Dylan on our crew we'd have to make him up."
Lee's a strong dude, let me tell  ya. Everyone chuckles and I get more pats
on my back and a few new hugs, and  it's all very cool. We all start
drifting toward the big crowd on the blacktop  where there's rock music's playing
and the smell of charcoal fires grilling  hamburgers and chicken in the air.
Robby's gets his arm across my shoulders  and leads me to off to the side
and It makes my dick move in my boxer  shorts. I'm leaning into him as he's
quietly telling me, "It's no problem now,  Dylan, but I see you got another
haircut from someone other than me. That ends  as of now, okay? Back at
college it'll be either me or Ryan cutting your hair,  right?" I go, "Oh sure,
Robby, I know that. Um, well, that's if Ryan is in our  threesome." Robby
laughs, "I don't see anyway he won't be."

We're still a few steps away from the group, so I ask. "Why so positive
Ryan wants to be in the threesome again?" Robby shrugs, "He's only told me he
does about ten times in emails and texts. He even forwarded your text to
me,  promising me he means what he said in his reply to you." I frown, feeling
 hurt, "Um, he forwarded you what I texted him?" Robby goes, "Yeah, I know
that's bad form on his part and I told him no more of that shit. If I see
him  trying to put you in a bad light it'll be him that suffers the
consequences.  Nobody gets between you and me." I mutter, "Yeah, Rob, but I can't
believe he  did that." I also can't believe I just called him 'Rob'. Ryan's
getting in my  head already. As I adjust my junk, Robby says, "Ryan's desperate
for me to  include him in our new threesome so I guess by sending me your
text he thought  he was sucking up to me. Heh heh, I don't mind you twins
sucking up to me, but  not at each other's expense. I won't put up with that
from either of you." My  dick moves in my shorts again, as I mutter, "Okay,
Rob," then get pissed off  at myself all over again, saying real low, "I mean,
Robby." He grins, "Either  one is fine with me, baby." I'm not starting an
argument about it, but I don't  really see us getting any additional benefit
from the threesome. I mean, Robby  already made his point to me last
spring. He squeezes my shoulder looking me  in the eyes, "It'll be good for all
three of us, Dylan, trust me." I  reluctantly nod my head feeling jealous that
Robby's actually going through  with the twin boyfriend thing again. It's
funny, but when it was just  conversation earlier this summer the threesome
sounded kinda interesting and I  actually encouraged it, but now that the
time to do it is here, I'm not  feeling it anymore. Maybe that's because Ryan's
rejected me, but that still  doesn't change the fact that I don't know what
more I could do to prove my  love to Robby. Well, after I cut back on the
side-sex, then maybe Robby will  realize the threesome isn't unnecessary.
Hmmm, he is the head of our household  though, so ya know, he'll decide.


One of the supervisors calls to Robby and he waves at the guy, telling  me,
"I'll catch up with you in a couple of minutes, Dylan." He pats my
shoulder and then walks over to meets with the other supervisor. I see them  bump
fist and then laugh about something. Chubby calls to me from the beverage
coolers, "Ya wanna grab a beer, bro," and with Seth grinning at me, then
walking close by my side, we head over to Chubby. There are four big coolers
full of beer and sodas on ice. Between us and the coolers I see Mister Dickers
 going from group to group glad-handing everyone, and probably telling them
all  they did a good job this summer. Before we get our beers Mister
Dickers comes  over and pats Chubby on the back, saying, "Ah, I see you've lured
missing in  action, Dylan, from his sick bed." Chuck-the-asshole is with him,
glaring at  me. Mister Dickers puts his arm across my shoulders now, and
asking how I'm  feeling and I tell him, "Great, I'm doing good, thank you,"
and he says,  "Well, I know you were missed by your crew because Rob felt he
had to hire  three people to replace you." He's grinning and except for
Chuck-the-asshole  the guys chuckle at that, although it's not all that funny. I
don't know what  to say, so ya know, it's a little awkward. I blush as Chuck
just stares at me  without smiling or saying anything. With a pat on my
back and a mumbled, "Nice  to see you're up and about again, Dylan," Mister
Dickers and Chuck-the-asshole  drift over to another group on their way to say
something nice to everyone.  It's surprising he can remember everyone's
name... it looks like there's a  hundred or so people out here.


Seth asks, "What kind of beer do you want, Dylan?" I look at the  coolers
and see there's a wide variety of beers, then shrug, "Whatever you're
drinking." He grabs two cans of Budweiser and pulls the tab on one, then hands  it
to me. We tap cans together, muttering, "Cheers." and then walk over to
join our crew at one of the picnic tables set-up on the blacktop for the
cook-out. Chubby's already got his can of beer and he and Lee are in a contest
to see who can drink their can of beer the fastest. They're being egged-on
by  Terry, who's drinking a can of Coke. I'm thinking Lee doesn't have a
chance to  beat Chubby because my brother can open his throat and let the beer
roll down  without swallowing, although I don't know how the fuck he does it.
Lee's  adam's apple is bobbing as he swallow gulp after gulp as fast as he
can, but  Chubby slams the empty can on the picnic table first, saying,
"Five bucks,  Billy Lee." "Fuck, Jeffrey, you never swallowed, dude, that's not
fair," as he  digs five one dollar bills out of his pocket and throws them
at Chubby.  Chubby's smirking at Lee while picking the dollars up off the
table and  shoving them in his pocket, then he does a long loud exaggerated
burp that  gets everyone chuckling. Chubby and Lee go back for another beer
with Lee  still gulping down his first one. I'm thinking Chubby's probably
going to tie  a load on tonight. I ask Seth, "How long have you guys been
drinking?" He  goes, "Some of the guys started when we were cleaning the
equipment. It was  Jeff who grabbed a can first, and before you know it everyone is
drinking beer  as we work. Robby shook his head at us, but didn't say
anything and I'll tell  you, the beer made the equipment cleaning much less of a
pain in the  ass."

Taking a swallow of beer and happy to be out of my sick bed, I  glance
around and spot Derrick in the crowd. What the fuck? He's Chuck  Tanner's son,
also known as Chuck the asshole. Robby fired Derrick's ass early  in the
summer after a fist fight. I nudge Seth, "What's he doing here?" Seth  looks in
the direction I'm looking, and ask, "What's who doing here?" I go,  "Oh,
that's right, you weren't hired yet. That big guy standing with Chuck  Tanner
is Chuck's son. He was on our crew until he started a fight with Robby  and
Robby fired him. As the summer moved along the firing has become an  unspoken
bone of contention between Tanner and Robby. The contention seems to  have
spilled over to include me because I jumped into the fight." Seth  mutters,
"That can't be good. Firing your bosses son, jeez! Rob's got a set of  nuts
on him." I say with emphasis, "He had no choice! He couldn't let one of  his
crew challenge his authority, especially so early in the summer. I like to
know why that prick is here." Robby's back at our table talking to Chubby
so I  join them. My brother grins at me giving my hand a squeeze making me
grin back  at him, then I ask Robby, "Did you know Derrick Tanner is here?"
Robby looks  around, "Um, no, I didn't. What the fuck?" I go, "Yeah, that's
the same thing  I thought. I mean, this isn't a family barbecue, it's for us
workers." Robby mutters, "Shit, Chuck and I  already have a shaky
relationship, at best, so I don't want any of you guys  talking to Derrick. Let
sleeping dogs lie." Chubby says, "Well, if that  asshole says anything to me it
better not be something negative about any of  us. If it is, he and I are
going to have a worse than 'shaky' relationship,  and fuck old man Tanner. He
works for your father, Robby, not the other way  around." Robby goes, "Yeah,
obviously, but I don't want trouble. Dad's  throwing this barbecue and I
can't imagine a fight breaking out is what he has  in mind. These company
outings are intended to bring all the employee closer,  like a family." Chubby
mumbles, "Families have fights," and Robby goes,  "Please, Chubby." Chubby
shrugs, "Sure Robby, just  saying...".


We sit around the picnic table drinking beers, smoking cigarettes, and
reminiscing about stuff that happened on the job during the summer. The
stories are embellished until they're much funnier than the actual incidences
were when they happened. Lots of laughs and then more laughs when we spend some
time remembering some of  Chubby and Lee's funnier routines at lunch. I'm
referring to the times they  made up questions for one another, usually with
a sexual overtone, and then  the other one would use foul language giving
his answer. Both the questions  and the answers were made-up by them on the
spot. When we've pretty much  laughed ourselves out, we all wander over to get
some food. As it turns out  we're the last picnic table to pile our plates
with food. Robby gets everyone  a fresh beer and we eat while cracking
wise-ass comment about each other.  Breaking each other's balls is par for the
course, always done humorously of  course. I'm feeling oddly close to all the
guys knowing this will likely be  our last time together as a group.
Everyone gets a second plate of food just  as the lights go on with darkness
settling in. Lee pounds down another beer  before any of the rest of us is done
the beer Robby got us to drink with  dinner. After eating I'm at the cooler
when Terry drifts over. We bump fists  with me going, "Hey, Terry, wassup?" He
says, "Oh, not much. I just wanted a  minute alone with you to say thank
you." I go, "Whaddaya mean, what for?" and  he's like, "Um, I got off to a
really rocky start on the job treating you like  shit. You let it slide off
your back and I appreciate that. Then the free  haircut you gave me and the,
um, other thing. It made me feel really good,  like I've been accepted on the
crew or something." I shrug, "No problem,  Terry. I'm just happy it worked
out for everybody and, ya know, I didn't want  you quitting. Robby was
experiencing too much turn over in his crew the first  month of the summer." Terry
cracks open a can of beer, saying, "It'd be more  likely I'd get fired than
quit. I never feel comfortable in new situations,  like beginning a new
job, and so what I do to compensate is try to prove I'm a  tough guy. In
actuality it's more like I'm trying to prove I'm an asshole, I  guess, but you
defused that and I thank you. It's turned out to be a awesome  summer. Rob's
the best boss I ever had and all the guys on the crew were  great. It's been
fun."


We stand here drinking our  beers with Terry going into details about, what
he calls, his social disorder.  It's a classic case of 'too much
information' as far as I'm concerned, but I  listen politely. He claims his shyness
and lack of confidence makes it hard  for him to initially connect with
people. He says, "On the other hand, there's  you, Dylan. I don't think I've ever
met a guy like you who's friendly right  from the start, even when I acted
like an asshole to you. Um, you're special,  Dylan, always willing to help
someone with... whatever." I tell him, "Oh hell,  Terry, it's not just me, all
the guys are like that. Like I said, I'm real  happy things worked out for
you, and for all of us." He nods his head, "Me  too," and I ask, "So then,
how come you never asked me for another haircut?"  He looks away, then says,
"It wasn't because you're not a good barber, I'll  tell you that much." I
ask, "Why then?" Terry looks at me, "Because I didn't  trust myself with you.
I mean, heh heh, you're pretty fucking sexy, ya know.  Ha ha, yeah, that's
the truth of the matter and I was trying to concentrate on  my girlfriend at
the time too, so...." He chuckles, at himself I guess, as he  adds, "For all
the good it did me, she dumped me last week." I mutter, "Sorry  to hear
that," and he goes, "Ah, fuck it. I'm turning things around. I  enrolled at
community college and I've got another girl I'm gonna date. As a  matter of
fact we're going out tonight, so I'm good. My rents are cool with me  living at
home rent-free as long as I'm working a part time job while going to
college, so it's all good." Huh, you never know what secret demons someone  might
be dealing with. Terry claims he doesn't feel comfortable making new
acquaintances because he lacks confidence, and maybe to some degree that can  be
said for a lot of us. The thing is, Terry's a big strong guy and I don't
normally associate that with being shy or lacking confidence, but there it  is.


We talk for a few more minutes until Seth comes over and says jokingly  to
Terry, "The fucking nerve of you, Terry, monopolizing Dylan like this. You
need to share him." Terry grins, "He's all your's, Seth. Like I was telling
Dylan, I got a date tonight. That's why I went light on the beers." I go,
"What's your new girlfriend like?" Terry shrugs, "Don't know yet, it's our
first date. I hate first dates too, ha ha. Actually I'm nervous as hell
which  is why I had the three beers here. Kind of a balancing act, ya know,
enough  beers for some false courage, but not so many I appear drunk." Being a
big  galoot like Terry apparently doesn't necessarily mean he's comfortable
on a  first date, although like I said, you'd think he would be. The three of
us  wander back to our crew's picnic table where Terry starts saying his
goodbyes.  There are lots of one arm hugs and pats on the backs and then Terry
heads for  the parking lot. Seth grins at me, "I've got something to tell
you." I rub his  shoulder, feeling real affection for him. He goes, "I did
it, I made a date  with my long-haired Online friend from the dating service.
We're going out  tomorrow night." I'm excited for him even as a weird
feeling of jealous  invades my brain. It's like... who the fuck is going out with
my buddy, Seth?  I fight off that jealous nonsense and act excited, "That's
awesome, Seth.  What's his name?" He says, "Jackie Bradley," and I go, "He's
not a baseball  player is he?" Seth chuckles, "No, not that Jackie Bradley
Junior. My Jackie  is white with lots of light red hair." I go, "Oh yeah,
ask him if he wants a  free haircut." Seth says, "Really? You'd do that?" I
go, "Wait a second, is he  cute?" Seth shrugs, "He's okay, but you might not
think he's cute." I'm like,  "Well, if you guys hit it off I'd like to meet
him. Um, so, where are you guys  going on the date?" He says, "Heh, heh,
where else? We're going to the movies  because that way we won't have to think
up things to talk about there." I say,  "My first boyfriend used to memorize
stuff to say on our dates, so maybe you  could memorize a joke or be like
Chubby and have some off the wall factoids  ready to drop into an awkward
silent moment." He laughs, and then mumbles,  "Yeah, I'm laughing at that, but
you know damn well that's exactly what I'm  gonna do. Thank for the idea." I
pat his shoulder, "I'm happy for you," and he  quietly says, "You know I
love you, right? I love you whether you believe it  or not. Do ya think we
could, you know, do it some time tonight?" I swallow  some beer, "Um, ah, I
don't know, Seth. You mean for old time sakes?" He says,  "No, for my sake." I
grin, "You're awesome, Seth," and he leans against me,  muttering, "How about
it then?" I go, "It's a pretty damn good idea, if we get  the chance to do
it. And it won't be just for your sake either. We'll look for  an
opportunity." He goes, "Oh boy," grinning.


At one of the picnic tables a game of beer pong has started up, so Seth
and I drift over to watch. The game is being played by the other crew of part
timers who are about our age. We didn't interact much with them all summer
except to say, 'Wassup?' passing each other in the locker room, but
Chubby's  somehow ingratiated himself with them. He's like one of the boys there
and  he's got everyone laughing and patting him on the back. It's as if
everyone in  that crew has been buddies with Chubby all summer. They're calling
him 'Jeff'  or 'Jeffy' and it looks like he's the ring leader of the beer pong
drinking  game. Chubby's personality allows most guys to take an instant
liking to  him... it's like they've known him forever. You either have that
talent or you  don't, it's part of Chubby's DNA I suppose. Chubby and I grew
up closer than  anyone I know, but I've never been able to replicate his easy
going way of  interacting with everyone. He's very quick-witted and can get
away with saying  outrageous things that make guys laugh rather than get
pissed off. He adds a  'y' or 'ie' to everyone's name when he meets them, or
like with Lee, he'll  call them a name they profess not to like. For example,
initially Lee  introduced himself as 'William' and Chubby right off goes,
'Nice to meet ya,  Billy Lee'. Ha ha, but instead of getting pissed, Lee
grinned and said,  'Likewise, Jeffrey'. Chubby knows about Seth's shyness so
when he sees us  watching the drinking game he pulls Seth over, saying to
everyone, "Here's the  king of beer pong, my homie, Seth. Show us how it's done,
Seth." Okay, I  admit, Chubby can't very well add 'y' or 'ie' to every name,
for example  'Seth-ie' doesn't work, but it works with a lot of names. As
luck would have  it, Seth first ping pong ball toss goes right into a cup
half full of beer.  Everyone cheers and Seth's arms are in the air. Then Seth
shrugs, blushes a  bright red, and mutters, "Actually I suck at beer pong,"
but he's in the game  now. A few minutes later Lee comes over and squeezes my
shoulder, saying,  "Tonight is my lucky night, Dylan." I go, "Oh?" and he's
like, "Yep, I'm going  to fulfill our wildest sexual fantasies about each
other." I go, "My heart's  aflutter, Lee, but I'll need another beer before
something as exciting as that  happens." He goes, "Me too, at least one, heh
heh, and I've been pounding  beers  down all night working up the balls to
do this." We drift over to  the coolers. Looking back at the beer pong game,
Lee saying, "You have one  hot-shit brother there." I go, "Tell me about it,
he was a hot shit when he  was five years old too. He could make me laugh
my ass off from a very early  age. He's been a hot shit all his life."


At the coolers we both grab a beer and pop the tops.  Lee lights a
cigarette and offers me one, so I mutter, "Thanks," and take one. He takes  hold of
my arm then and pulls me along, saying, "Lets sit down over there at  that
empty picnic table. I'm going to need some rest before I fulfill our
fantasies." I go, "By all means." At the table Lee goes into his usual BS  about
how hot I am and how he's lusted after me all summer. If I didn't know
better I might find myself getting sexually interested in him, but he's  been
bull shitting me all summer about him and me getting it on. Right from  his
first day on the job I thought he was a damn good looking guy and really  sexy
with his hot body and three day growth of whiskers. To get him off his BS
rap though, I ask him, "I've been wondering, how do you maintain that
consistent three day whisker-look? It's the same every day." He rubs his chin,
asking, "Sexy, huh?" I shrug, and he says, "I use whisker clippers every
couple of day." That's what I figured, unfortunately the change of subject
doesn't work because he goes right back to his cock teasing, saying, "Hey,  it's
okay, gay boy, you can feel my whiskers, don't be shy," so I smirk at him
and reach over to run my hand down the side of his face and under his chin.
I  swear to God I can feel my dick firming up. I mumble, "Yeah, sexy." He's
looking into my eyes, then says, "Seriously, do you wanna do it? Do ya want
me  to give you a hot fuck?" I gulp, then do a fake cough, muttering,
"You're such  a tease, Lee." He takes hold of my wrist, the one with my hand at
the side of  his face, and he slowly pulls it down to the table. Holding my
wrist, he goes,  "I'm not teasing now, Dylan." I really can't tell with him,
so I sorta smirk  noncommittally. He says, "There's rules though, you'll
need to do what I say."  I ask, "Rules?" and he goes, "Let's be honest with
each other, dude. I know  you want me to fuck you, okay? And maybe I will, but
first I need to tell you  something..." I look at him, curious where he's
going with this, and he adds,  "In my car there's a pair of girl's panties
that you'd need to wear, and a bra  too." I chuckle. He ignores that and says,
"The panties and bra are necessary  so I can pretend you're a girl. It
shouldn't be all that hard pretending that,  I mean, hell, Dylan, you're prettier
than my girlfriend." I gulp, then do a  fake laugh, "You're too much, Lee.
Ha ha, a bra and panties, huh?" He shrugs,  saying, "I'll only do it if
you're wearing those girlie items." I shrug, but  I'm beginning to think he is
indeed serious. We both drink some beer, then he  points at me, saying, "Tell
me something. Um, why is it you look horny all the  time? And, um, with
your fucking bedroom eyes and pouty lips, it's like you're  inviting guys to
have sex with you. What's that all about? It can be a little  disconcerting
for some of us, ya know?" I'm a little offended by that, so I'm  like, "What
the fuck ya talking about? I can't help how I look!" He says,  "Listen, okay,
I was only bull shitting you about me being hot for you all  summer, just
busting your balls with that, but here's the thing: this is the  last time
I'll see you, or any of you guys for that matter, and I'm half in  the bag, so
if you want to get fucked I'll accommodate you. What the hell, I'd  like to
find out what it's like fucking someone up the ass. What better ass  than
your's, ya know what I'm saying?"


I rub under my nose with my forefinger, chuckling now, "Oh sure, Lee."  To
change the subject again, I ask, "How come you won't be working with us
next summer?" He takes a last drag off his cigarette, then flicks it making it
twirl in the air and somehow it lands behind him. He gives me a look and
then  swallows the rest of his beer. Staring at me hard now, he goes, "Let's
cut the shit. Finish your fuckin' beer!" He said that real stern like too
and  my dick takes notice. I gulp down four big swallows of beer while we
stare at  each other. I'm almost positive he's serious this time, but I'm still
leery  about making a fool of myself in case he's kidding again, so I'm
cautious. Lee  stands up and grabs my biceps pulling me up roughly, muttering,
"Ya need me to  exert myself, is that it? Lets go." Damn, that's a hot move
right there. As  we're walking to the coolers he guides me along with his
hold on my arm like  he's a teacher taking me to the principle's office. I look
over at him and he  quietly says, "Here's the deal... we'll get another
beer, then I'll tell ya  why I won't be back working on the crew next summer,
and after that we'll go  to the parking lot and you'll get naked, and at the
car you'll put on the  girlie underpants and the bra, then lay in the back
seat on your stomach with  your pussy up in the air. That's your itinerary."
He's serious, but I  pretend he's full of shit and just busting my balls
some more, as I say, "Oh,  I see, what happens then?" Letting go of my arm, he
says, "Stop fucking  around, get me a beer and open it," so I go along with
him. Popping the flip  top, and then handing him the beer I grab one
myself, as he says, "Lets go." I  stand here looking at him with a questioning
frown on my face as I gulp down  some beer. Then I ask, "Um, you haven't told
me why you won't be working with  us next summer." He says, "Oh yeah, I
forgot that. I'm going to a college in  California, leaving next Tuesday, and I
intend staying there next summer and  getting some kind of a job on the
beach. Okay? Now, I'm fucking serious, let's  go." Gulping again, I still
hesitate, wanting to be sure, "Um, no, you're  joking, right?" He smiles, shakes
his head, then grabs my arm with a tight  grip and shakes me a little. "You
say I'm a cock tease, but it's been you  teasing me all summer. Now it's time
for you to back it up." I shake my head,  "No, you're wrong, I wasn't
teasing you, Lee. You were joking around with me,  so I joked around right back at
you." He makes a face muttering, "That's such  bull shit, but believe what
you want, now I'm not teasing, and you're gonna  get fucked." I glance over
at the beer pong game and see that no one is paying  any attention to us,
then I look back at Lee with the same frown on my face.  He raises his eyebrow
in a questioning way, asking, "Well?" Desperately  wanting to grope my
junk, I resist that urge, but I can't think what to say.  There's no reason I
shouldn't do this. Side-sex is still very much in play,  but I don't know...
it feels weird somehow. Finally I look away from his  steady gaze, stupidly
muttering, "A bra and panties, huh?" He goes, "Yep,  that's what ya gotta
wear." The beginnings of a boner started-up a couple of  minutes ago back at
the picnic table when Lee got macho with me, and now I can  feel my boner
getting harder. I pull on the side of my pocket trying to get my  firm cock to
lay to the side. Lee glances down, puts his hand on my crotch  lightly and
rubs my boner. I swallow noisily, as he's nodding his head,  knowingly. A fake
cough from me, then I'm biting my bottom lip unsure of  myself. He talks
softly in a nice voice, "Only if you really want to do it,  Dylan. I'm not a
predator or anything like that. Truth is I've never fucked a  guy in my life,
but I'd like to try it, that's all there is to my story. It's  not
complicated, I seriously thought you wanted to, so how about it, hot  pants?"

Standing here with Lee gently squeezing my boner I can't think  straight.
I'm blushing and gulping because he's sexually exciting and hot;  plus, in a
week or so I'll be on my program of cutting back side-sex so I  should take
advantage of this while I can. I find it's hard to speak, but I  manage to
say, "Really?" He nods his head, then quietly says, "Yeah, Really.  Please,
you'd be doing me as big a favor as I'll be doing you. It's a win-win
situation and I know how to fuck, believe me. This is a once in a lifetime
experience for me and who better to have it with than you. I'm parked way over  at
the far end of the parking lot." Did he plan this ahead of time? The first
thing he said to me tonight was sex related. Lee lets go of my cock and
takes  my hand to slowly bring it up to his face. He rubs my hand against the
whiskers on his cheek, quietly muttering, "Please." It's so surreal I can
feel  myself drifting into a trance as I nod my head and we start slowly
walking  around the trailer that's temporarily being used by landscape designers
until  the company finishes the expansion of the main building. Lee leads us
this way  so no one will see us walking towards the parking lot. We're soon
in darkness  with the glow from the cookout's lights fading into the
background. When we're  out of sight Lee puts his arm around my neck and stops us.
He gets his hand  behind my head and pulls my face to his, muttering, "I've
never done this  before either," and his lips are on mine with his whiskers
scratchy and sexy  against my face. I kiss back automatically and he wraps
me in his arms. Our  tongues rub together as his crotch humps lightly
against mine. When he breaks  the kiss he licks my lips, then says, "Wow, with my
eyes closed I could have  been kissing some hot-kissing flat-chested girl."


He gulps some of his beer, then says, "I'll hold your beer, you take  your
shirt off now." I hesitate, and he says in a sterner way, "Go ahead
Goddammit, take your shirt off," so, in a hypnotic trance, I hand him my beer  and
pull  my Polo shirt over my head. He says, "Give it to me and then  take off
your shorts, underpants too." I'm deep into it now as I do fast  little
breaths not caring about anything except feeling his cock up my ass.  "Give me
the shorts," he demands, and when I'm passing them to him he drops my
underwear. Lee looks at them on the ground, then at me. Pointing at the
underpants, he says, "Well, what are you waiting for? Pick it up." I do that  as my
cock tightens up harder. Naked except for the sandals on my feet, I  stand
here in the night. He hands my beer back to me and says, "Finish it," as  he
lights a cigarette. I chug the rest of the beer and he hands me his
cigarette. It's badly lipped so I suck off his saliva as he lights another
cigarette, then hands me my clothes, "You carry these." I take them as he  feels my
boner, then says, "Jeez, you shave your pubes! Do all fags, um, all  gays
do that?" I'm feeling weirdly calm as I mutter, "I don't know." He gives  me
a strange look, then reaches around and smacks my ass, asking, "Do you like
that?" I nod my head, and he says, "I thought you would."  He smacks my
ass harder, "Slap!" and the slap sound rings out in the night air. Lee look
behind us, but there's no one in sight, just crickets making their sound in
the night. We can see just the lights from the cookout over the top of the
parked cars. Lee looks back at me standing here in front of him, he nods his
 head, murmuring, "This will be good for both of us, Dylan. I'm thanking
you in  advance for this chance to satisfy my curiosity. You can thank me
afterwards,  now lets get going." His arm's around my waist pulling me against
him as we  silently walk to his car. My main concern at the moment is to keep
this  sexually induced moan of arousal that I'm presently feeling from
slipping out  of my throat and embarrassing me further.



At his car, he goes to unlocks it, saying, "When I open the backdoor  drop
your clothes over the back of the passenger seat." He fumbles with the
computerized car key, muttering, "The bra and panties are there on the back
seat, they're compliments of my girlfriend. I told her what I was going to use
them for and she got so turned on we fucked for a half hour, maybe longer."
 When he opens the backdoor of his car the overhead light doesn't go on. I
glance at the light in the middle of the ceiling and he mumbles, "I took
the  bulb out." So, this isn't a spur of the moment thing for Lee. As
instructed I  toss my clothes onto the front seat and get in the back. I sit down on
my bare  ass feeling self conscious, but turned-on at the same time.
Looking at him,  Lee makes a face, then says, "Okay, slide over and I'll help you
put your bra  and panties on," and he gets in next to me. He looks at me and
grins, "Hey,  this is pretty cool, isn't it?" I look back at him without
speaking, thinking  that I might float off this fucking seat any second now.
He shrugs, saying  ,"Mary Beth suggested this," and he grips my chin, holding
my face towards him  as he reaches in the pocket on the door and pulls out
a lipstick. He carefully  applies the lipstick to my lips, then looks at his
handiwork and smiles. Then  he mutters, "Jesus, I can't believe this shit,"
and adds, "Turn to the side a  little, Dylan," and when I do he fastens a
bra across my nipples and then  feels me up with both his hands. He takes a
deep noisy breath, then nuzzles my  neck with his face, muttering, "Your skin
smells amazingly good," and he rubs  his nose on my shoulder going, "Mmmm,
nice." Letting go of me, he says, "Sit  back now and let me look at you." I
sit back gazing over at  Lee.


There's only the moonlight to see with, but I can see him okay so he  can
see me too. He licks his lips and my tongue comes out automatically,  tasting
the lipstick on my lips. It surprises me because I'm in such a deep  trance
I already forgot it was there. Lee then fumbles his cigarettes out of  his
pocket and lights two. Handing me one, he mutters, "Oh, um, I like to  smoke
when I fuck, or have any sex for that matter. You'll smoke too." He
reaches over and gropes my bra-covered nipples again, then gropes his junk.
"Jesus, this is hotter than I thought it would be. You look good in your bra  and
lipstick. Do you mind if I take a picture for my girlfriend." The bra is
white with a ruffle around the cups that tickles my chest when he feels me
up.  Lee inhales off his cigarette and blows the exhaled smoke toward the
front  seats. My cock throbs and a quiet, "Mmmmm," slips out of my throat.
"Yeah, me  too, Dylan," he mumbles, I'm feeling it a little too," meaning my
sexual  induced moan, I suppose. He gropes one of my nipples again while
stroking my  boner with his other hand and I lean into him. Holding our cigarettes
out  between our fingers we kiss and soon my arms are around his neck with
smoke  from my cigarette drifting over his head. His whiskers and strong
shoulders,  his chest hair at the 'V' of his shirt, everything about him is so
fucking hot  and sexy. A once in a lifetime experience he said... yeah, I
guess so. After a  two minute make-out he breaks the kiss and I see his lips
smeared with  lipstick too. He mutters, "Oh, fuck," and takes a tissue from
the pocket he  dropped the lipstick back in. Wiping the lipstick off his lips,
then off mine,  he's mumbling, "It got smeared." Then he holds my chin
again and reapplies my  lipstick as my mind wanders to the time Willie did this
same thing. "There" he  says, "That's better." He pulls me across his lap
then, which surprises me,  but a bigger surprise... his cock is still mostly
flaccid in his shorts under  my boner. With cigarette smoke surrounding us he
spanks me hard, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," real fast, then he sits me
up again with  my ass stinging. I stare at him silently as we both drag
deeply on our cigarettes. He exhales, and says, "Put your panties on over your
smacked ass now, Dylan. Cover your cock so I can pretend I'm giving anal
sex  to a girl."


I struggle into too small pink panties with my boner bulging out the  front
of them, stretching his girlfriend's underwear. Lee takes his smart  phone
from his pocket, he's still fully dressed, and says, "Smile." I stare at
him in a daze as he takes three pictures chuckling to himself, then he says,
"Mary Beth bet me you wouldn't let me take your picture." His words are
coming  from someplace far away and it's hard to make out what he's saying. His
hand  goes inside my panties and he squeezes my butt cheek. Taking a deep
breath, he  gropes himself. Looking at me for a second, and with his lips
parted, he says,  "Um, I'm not getting a hard-on. I thought I would, I mean I'm
aroused, but I'm  not getting hard but it's no reflection on you, Dylan.
Um, you'll need  to help me." I drag on the cigarette one last time and he
takes the butt from  me, takes a drag off it, and dumps it out the window along
with his butt,  saying, "Take it out," meaning his cock I assume. Leaning
over I unbutton his  shorts and pull the zipper down. He's wearing boxer
shorts so I use two  fingers to fish his cock out through the zipper area. His
penis is very fat  and about as long as mine. It feels heavy in my fingers
and it's partially  boned-up now, but definitely not a boner, just like he
said. Looking him in  the eyes I stroke his cock a few times; then, as he
lights another cigarette  he goes, "Just hold on a second. I got the picture so
we don't need the  lipstick now. Lift your head," so I do and he wipes the
lipstick off,  mumbling, "I don't want that crap all over my dick." He wets
his finger with  spit and does a wipe across my lips, then more spit on his
finger for a final  wipe before he wipes his finger on a tissue. "Okay, Dylan,
you're good to go.  Suck my cock." Moving away a little so when I lean down
my face is over his  crotch, my fingers go in the boxer short's opening and
pull his big nuts out.  I lick them first getting under them near his
asshole. My fingers felt a thick  crop of pubic hairs around his cock and balls
when they were in his underpants  and I'd like to see that, but I'm feeling
too submissive to ask if he'd pull  his pants down. I suck the fat helmet
head of his cock into my mouth and  tongue it while making a low, "Mmmmm," moan
of sexual arousal. Lee lifts his  ass off the seat exhaling smoke that
floats around my head, as he goes, "Whoa  there, holy shit." Sitting his ass
back on the seat he rubs my head,  murmuring, "Good, Dylan. Suck more of it."
Taking a couple of inches of the  shaft in my mouth I suck on that with my
lips as my tongue moves quickly all  around the head. His cock firms up in
about thirty seconds, the shaft's girth  expanding as it gets real harder. It
might be the fattest cock I've ever had  in my mouth.


I've got four inches of his heavy penis in my mouth now with the head  of
it poking the gag reflex area of my throat every time he humps his hips
forward a little, but there's no way this fatty is gonna fit in my throat.
Lee's grunting softly moving his ass on the seat and then, with his cigarette
between his teeth, he gets both hands on the seat and lifts his ass up off
the  seat again, going, "Ooooh, mmmm, fuccccck." A large pearl of precum
drools  onto the back of my tongue and Lee pushes my head away. His cock is now a
hard  six inch log dripping with my saliva. "Mmmmm, oooh," from Lee, then
he pushers  my head back down on his boner and I lick it and suck it some
more. More  precum drools out and then a dry ash from his cigarette drops on
the back of  my neck. Lee wipes it off, then rubs my head, and says, "That's
good, Dylan,  mmmm, ooh, ooh, as he's lifting my head up roughly with a hand
under my chin.  I sit back against the seat as Lee strokes his cock,
murmuring, "I never felt  anything like that before. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." He
glances over at me,  nods his head, then mumbles, "I've got a boner now all
right... heh heh. It's  so hard the skin feels like it's going to fucking
split." He pulls out two  more cigarette, lights them, and passes one to me.
I'm in a deep, but pleasant  fog, enjoying the sexiness of everything. Lee has
a lot of cock there to suck  and doing it got me really hot and aroused. My
boner has been leaking for a  while now so the front of my pink panties is
wet and sticky. I adjust my bra,  it got a little twisted when I bent over.
I'm adaptable, so I'm used to the  bra by now. Lee reaches over to put his
hand inside my bra, murmuring, "Feel  good, bitch?" as I drift off the seat
in my dreamy trance.


With cigarette smoke drifting from his nose and lips, Lee feels me up
again getting his hands under the bra rubbing my nipples until they're both
sticking out hard, then a hand under my panties again. Looking at me, he
gropes my butt cheek, then pulls me over so I'm laying across his lap again,
crotch against crotch. His hard hog of a cock is against my belly long ways
now. "Pull your legs up on the seat, " he tells me as he's exhaling a lot of
cigarette smoke that circles my head. I'm holding my cigarette in my fingers
 keeping it between the seat and the back of the front bucket passenger
seat.  The top of my head is against the back door next to Lee, my knees are
bent  with my sandal in the air, my toes against the window of the other back
door.  Lee spanks me harder and longer this time. The car is filled with,
"SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! until I'm squirming on his lap groaning.
"Aah,  aah, ow, ow, ooh, ow, ow, ow, no Lee." And he stops, pulls the back
of my  panties down past my buttocks, and "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" on my bare
ass. I  hold my breath hoping if I stop my whining he'll stop spanking me.
And he  does. Exhaling smoke, he says, "Take a drag off your cigarette,
Dylan." My  hand is shaking a little as I bring the cigarette to my mouth and drag
off it.  My ass is red and hot, stinging like sunburn. Lee orders, "Take
another drag  and let it come out of your nose and mouth at the same time."
Still laying  across his lap I inhale another big drag and Lee reaches over
pulling my head  sideways watching as I let the smoke drift out my nose and
mouth. He lightly  massages my red stinging bare ass, quietly saying, "That
looked sexy. Um, the  spanking by the way, is from habit.  Mary Beth loves to
be spanked. She's  not happy until she's bawling and blubbering like a eight
year old with big  tits. It used to upset me, but not now. I'm gonna miss
her. She's so fucking  crazy, but man she likes to ball! Jesus, what a primo
cunt on her too." I  can't remember the last time I heard anyone say,
'cunt'. Maybe in grade school  before we found out about political correctness.
Lee says, "I'd like to see  you bawling and blubbering too, ya big pussy, but
I'll settle for you sucking  my cock again. After that I'll fuck you." I'd
like another taste of the hard  hog of a cock. He says, "By the way, you're
being awesome about everything,  Dylan. Thanks, man." I squirm over on the
seat a little so when my head goes  down it's right over his crotch. Taking
his cock in my fingers I stroke it a  few times. His personal scent is faint,
at least to me it is. His cock and  balls smells a little like crotch sweat,
which isn't necessarily an unpleasant  smell. He says, "Take a drag off my
cigarette before you go down on my cock,"  and he holds his smoke to my
mouth and I inhale off his saliva-filled  filter.


It's an awkward position so I drop my feet to the floor then take a  drag
off his cigarette and suck on his boned-up cock with smoke drifting off  it
like it's burning. Quickly my licking and sucking bring's his cock back up
to brick-hard status. "That's good," he mutters, and with his hand going
under  my chin again, he lifts my head abruptly off his raging boner. "Sit up
now,"  Lee orders, then, "Man, that's a tight boner I got here." He dumps both
our  cigarette butts out the window, mine had gone out between my fingers.
I sit up  and he hands me a condom packet, "Open that and roll it onto my
cock." I open  it, but it's not easy getting it on his fat cock. He mutters,
"Yeah, yeah, I  need a bigger size condom, tell me about it. The thing is I
bought a dozen of  these on sale and I'm not throwing them out." With my
fingers slippery from  the lube off the condom, I finally manage to get it on
his log of a cock, and  he mutters, "Tight motherfucker, huh?" meaning the
condom. He says, "Okay,  move down the seat so your head's against the other
door, up on your hands and  knees with your legs spread so I can mount you and
give your pussy a hard  fucking." As I do that Lee lights another
cigarette. The car's filled with  cigarette smoke, but fortunately the back side
window's open so some of the  exhaled smoke drifts out into the night. In a nice
dreamy trance I hear  faintly the music from the party and the general
hubbub of a hundred people  talking, but it's all too far away for me to make
out words from the music or  humans. I go up on my hands and knees with my
head touching the other door  now, and look back at Lee. He's got a cigarette
dangling from his lips as he  get up on the seat behind me and then up on his
knees sucking smoke into his  lungs from his cigarette. Lee gets between my
legs and pulls the panties down  exposing my asshole. He spreads my butt
cheeks roughly, muttering, "Thank God  you're clean back here." Then he lets
go, and, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" I yell,  "That fucking hurts!" losing a lot
of my dreamy trance. He chuckles, then  mutters, "Just tenderizing your pussy
a little. And stop your whining, bitch."  His cock is so hard he doesn't
need to guide it to my anus, he just gets  himself at the right level, grabs
my hips and pushes the head of his boner at  my asshole spreading the lips.
With the head of his cock halfway inside me, he  lets go of my right hip
taking his cigarette from his mouth. Holding it  between his fingers, he says,
"Tell me if I'm hurting you and I'll wait until  your pussy stretches enough
for me to continue. My girlfriend screams every  time I stick it in her, but
she wants me to keep pushing this fucker up her  twat. She gets off on the
pain, but you obviously do not to the degree she  does, so tell me if it
hurts, okay?" Well, I don't want to ruin what's left of  my trance by speaking,
so I nod my head.


With both his hands holding my hips again, and the cigarette between  his
teeth, he puts pressure on my asshole with the fat head of his boner and  the
stretching continues. It hurts pretty much right from the start so I hold
my breath concentrating on how awesome it'll feel when I'm stretched out.
The  heads pops past my aching sphincter and I go, "Oooh, uuumpt!" He pushes
it in  slowly another inch and I grunt, "Wait, Lee," losing some more of the
trance I  was feeling. The spanking set me back in the trance department,
but the  lingering stinging on my ass helps me feel dominated and therefore
submissive.  Lee's certainly being dominant although he probably doesn't think
of it in  that way. To him it's probably just his normal macho way of
acting with his  girlfriend, who likes pain no less. What the fuck is that all
about? Lee  smokes as he waits for my ass to relax a little blowing his
exhaled smoke at  me, and I drift back into a nice submissive mood. No reason not
to since he is  in fact dominating the shit out of me. Then Lee leans over
my back,  inadvertently pushing his cock another inch up my ass as I squirm
and groan at  the pain. He holds his cigarette near my face, saying, "Take
this, Dylan, I'll  light another one." I take it with a trembling fingers,
holding my breath  against the pain, then drag on it deeply feeling the
nicotine hit my blood  stream. Lee lights another cigarette, muttering, "This is
fucking hot, Dylan.  It feels very different than fucking a girl's pussy
though. But, ya know, it's  not horrible like I thought it might be." Another
cloud of smoke from his  cigarette circles my head as he asks, "You okay now?"
I mutter, "Un huh," and  he humps his hips sending two more inches of his
log up my ass spreading my  rectum walls painfully, but I endure it determined
to be fucked with the  fattest cock that's ever been up my ass. After more
smoking, Lee humps again  and his crotch is now against my buttocks. Some of
his pubic hairs are out  through the slit in his boxer shorts tickling my
smacked ass, feeing sexy and  now I feel his big balls against the back of my
scrotum. My boner is hard up  against my belly trapped inside the pink
panties. Lee leans against me with  most of his weight and the head of his cock
moves another half inch up my ass,  and I go, "Aaaah, oooh, fuck yeah." God,
it feels so full inside me! Wow, the  pain is still overriding any sexual
pleasure, but it seems Lee's doing okay  because as he smokes leaning against
me and rubbing his hand on my bra a quiet  moan escapes his lips, "Mmmmm,
yeaaaah." Another dry ash from his cigarette  drops on my back. He brushes at
it, and then his hand goes inside my bra to  play with my nipples a little
more. He drags that hand down to massage my  boner through my panties that
are covering my junk. "Your wet down here, your  panties are wet." I shrug
and he asks, "Did you cum already?" I grunt, "Nah,  just lots of precum." He
pulls down my panties in front and my boner springs  out hard away my belly
so that's a nice tight boner alright. I resist the urge  to stroke it. Lee
attaches the front panties under my nuts then he strokes my  cock, muttering,
"Sticky," then asks, sounding surprised, "Having a hard cock  up your ass
feels good to you, huh?" I go, "Uh huh."


Taking a drag off his cigarette, Lee coughs, saying, "Hope I'm not  coming
down with anything." Duh, maybe it's the chain smoking you're doing,  but I
want to keep the dreamy trance I have left, so I don't say anything. A
cloud of exhaled smoke drifts down around my head as he reaches his hand down,
and says, "Take this cigarette and I'll light another one. Then I'll fuck
you  like you've never been fucked before." I hold his half smoked cigarette
between my fingers away from me, and he says, "Smoke the fucking thing,
Goddammit!" My dick tightens up as I suppress a moan. I love that dominant
shit from my sex partner. Taking a drag off his saliva-saturated filter gets
my boner leaking again. I'm surprised it's still this hard because it went
down some with the pain involved in Lee pushing his log of a boner up my ass.
 In a haze of cigarette smoke Lee pulls his hard pole back as I do a long
moan,  "Aaaaah, oooh, mmmm, ahh." It felt good as it tightly was sliding back
out,  still sore up there and as tight as I've ever felt a cock inside me,
but now  it's feeling really good too. Pushing it back in I squirm on the
seat lowering  my ass and get a, "SLAP!! SLAP!!" on my ass with him yelling,
"Keep your pussy  up, Dylan, or I can't fuck you smoothly! Jesus, use your
head!" My boner  tightens even harder as I moan, "Mmmmm," pushing my ass up
high. "That's it,"  he mumbles, and finishes driving his cock up my ass. Three
withdrawals and  thrust right back up and I'm like, "Oh, God Lee, that's
feels good, mmmmm." He  stops, "Shhhh, keep it the fuck down, someone could be
going to their car for  something. Are you always like this?" I could tell
him I've never had a tree  up my ass before, but instead I say, "I don't get
fucked much." He mumbles,  "Oh, I'm sorry I snapped at you then, but I
don't know, I thought you were  more experienced."


Jesus Christ, he's lighting another cigarette! In a cloud of cigarette
smoke he takes the used butt from my fingers and passes me the one he was
smoking before he lit his latest one. He slaps my ass hard, "SMACK!" then  says,
"I wanna see you smoke it, Goddammit," so I take a drag as Lee begins a
steady fucking of my ass. Almost immediately I can't control myself, in
between puffs on the cigarette I'm moaning and groaning like it's my first  time
having sex. His thrust are steady and hard bumping the top of my head
against the door with each ram up my ass. The bump of my head against the door
is accompanied by the, "Slap," sound as his body smacks against by ass.
"Slap,  slap, slap, slap, slap, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump," sounds fill the
car to  go with my moans and his grunts. Cigarette smoke is our atmosphere as
I'm  sucking on my cigarette trying not to sound like a twat with my moans
of  sexual pleasure. Lee's teeth marks are on the filter of the secondhand
cigarettes I've been smoking. He must bite hard on the filter sometimes when
he's holding it between his teeth. Between the teeth bites and his saliva
it's  all so fucking sexy going perfectly with the great sensation on my
prostate  and the uber stretched lips of my ass hole. My boner's like a spigot
dripping  precum. Everything is vibrating and sending out sexual pleasure as
Lee's got  his rhythm now driving his big cock steadily up my ass and it's a
beautiful  thing. I can't even tell he has a condom on, it feels like a
bare hard fat  cock sliding back and forth in my rectum with Lee keeping my
nipples hard by  occasionally slipping his hand inside my bra and twisting each
nipple, then  pinching them. He's probably used to doing that for his
girlfriend who likes  pain. I could do without it frankly, but don't want anymore
smacks on my ass  so I keep my mouth shut. What I can't keep my mouth shut
about is my moans and  groans at the deeply penetrating sexual pleasure I'm
experiencing. "Slap,  slap, slap, bump, bump, bump, mmm, mmm, mmmm."


Lee cups under my chin with his hand and  without breaking the rhythm of
his constantly fucking boner, he pulls my head  back and puts his recently
half smoked cigarette in my mouth. I clamp down on  it with my teeth right in
the teeth marks he made earlier on the filter. He  takes my burned-out butt
from my fingers still stretching my neck painfully  back, as he says, "Keep
that in your mouth and let me see some smoke coming  from you." I drag and
exhale, drag and exhale, until I'm dizzy as shit. He  lets go of my chin
satisfied I'm smoking enough. The smoking cuts down on my  moaning which might
have been his objective. We've been fucking for maybe  fifteen minutes and
between him lighting the cigarettes and smoking  them half way, then passing
his used ones to me we've had  five or six between us already. It somehow has
held off my orgasm, but my  impending one definitely has hold of me now and
I moan  around the cigarette filter, "Aaaa, aaah, oooh Lee, I'm gonna cum."
The  sensations around my rectum and groin are overwhelming my senses and my
back  arches painfully as I try trusting my hips with cum pouring out of my
cock  straight down on the seat splashing with some cum spray hitting my
thighs. My squeal is humiliating but I do another one along with the
follow-up shot of cum and halfway through my second squeal Lee's nicotine  smelling
hand covers my mouth and nose cutting off the squeal as he pulls my  head
back stretching my neck again. He snarls, "What the  fuck's wrong  with you?
Shut the fuck up!" Two more shots of cum have me shaking like a leaf  and
then a pleasure surge moves through my body with my shoulders shuddering  and
me moaning quietly, "Oooo, mmmm, oooh yeaaah." He continues fucking even  as
I want to lie down now and just absorb the wonderful feelings my body is
experiencing. I'd spit out the cigarette back with my  first squeal so I pick
it up off the seat and find it's covered in my spunk. I  almost laugh, but
don't for fear of more smacks on my ass. Oh, it's wonderful  right after an
orgasm and I savor the last of it as it drifts away.  Lee fuck's me a few
minutes more and now  I'm not really enjoying it all that much. He tries giving
me another cigarette  but I bat his hand away shaking my head. Now that
I've stopped moaning I can  hear Lee's quiet moans and I look back at him. His
head is back with a  cigarette between his teeth, his eyes are closed and
with each drive up my ass  he does a quick exhale of smoke making a quiet,
"Ooh," over and over. Just  when it's beginning to feel sexy again, he grunts
blowing lots of smoke from  his lungs looking like a steam engine as he slams
against me holding his  crotch tight to my ass. He's moaning, "Ahh, ahh,
ahh, oooooh," and I suppose  he's filling his condom with cum. It reminds me
of Bean when he climaxed in a  condom. Lee's face is dark red, but maybe the
lack of light makes it seem  darker than it is. He flicks the cigarette out
the window and lean against me  with his face on the back of my neck. He's
blowing cigarette breath in little  spurts moaning quietly as he moves his
hips again driving his cock in my  condom-lubricated ass. It still feels very
tight but it moves smoothly. No  hugging of my body or kisses, just another
minute of fucking before he  abruptly pulls his cock all the way out and it
flops against his leg softly.  He fucked me until his boner disappeared.
Naturally my ass is wide opened and  feeling greasy from the lube. Fuck it, I
sit on the seat next to him dropping  my feet to the floor and lean back
analyzing how I feel. First of all I'm  sitting in my cum and I'm not horny, but
overall it wasn't as satisfying as I  thought it would be, and I'm not sure
why. Maybe because of a lack of  affection involved although Lee and I like
each other fine. I don't know, I'll  need to think about this.

After some deep breaths, Lee carefully pulls the condom off his floppy
cock and tosses it out the window. Somebody's in for a surprise. It might be
the first condom ever dumped on Dickers Landscaping and Design's parking lot.
 Lee says, "I don't know what I think about our sexual endeavor tonight,
Dylan.  What did you think about it?" Another way of asking if he fucked good;
like  all tops, he can't resist asking. I make a face like I'm thinking
about it  when the truth is I don't know what I think about it either. I mean,
I got  fucked good and all, but overall it wasn't one of the hottest fuck's
I've had  and it should have been. It's seemed like it was when he was
fucking me. I  don't know, it's like the build-up was hotter than the resulting
climax. But  no, it was a really good climax, so I don't know what to think.
It was a damn  good climax as a matter of fact and Lee certainly had a
dominant way about  him, but something was missing. No sense in hurting Lee's
feelings though. I  go, "Oh my gosh, Lee, it was hot. You're right, you sure
know how to fuck." He  says, "That's a relief because I'd feel bad if I sucked
at this and didn't  give you a hot time. I like heterosexual fucking much
better though. Heh heh,  for one thing urine isn't nearly as nasty as shit,
and that was in my head the  whole time I'm fucking you. Ya know, while I'm
fucking you I'm thinking I  might be bumping into something stinky up your
ass that I'd rather leave for  you to handle, if you get my drift." That was
crude! I have nothing to say to  that. He says, "It was interesting, but I
don't know if I could have pulled it  off with any guy less attractive than
you, Dylan. Shit, I hardly pulled it off  with you. I couldn't get a hard on."
I mumble, "Well, you're apparently not  gay so you can scratch that
possibility off." He goes, "Oh, I never thought I  was gay. I'm a sexual person and
have a curiosity about all kinds of sex, but  like you said, I can scratch
gay fucking off my curiosity list 'cause I been  there and done that now.
Thanks again." I mutter, "No problem" and I'm  thinking that Lee has the
perfect concept of buddy sex, probably without even  realizing that's what we
just did. He glances at me, and goes, "It's okay for  you to get dressed now,"
as if I need his permission. Still, that was kinda  hot so I play along with
it and go, "Okay, thanks, Lee," hee hee. He looks at  me funny and then
puts his dick away, mumbling, "Not a word of this when we're  back with the
guys. No innuendoes or joking around." He's a bossy fucker, but  I like that,
so I say, "Okay, Lee, I understand." And he goes, "Are you  pulling my
chain?" I smirk, "A little bit, yeah, I was." He laughs, "You're a  good guy,
Dylan. Hey, I'm sorry to hear you're not getting much sex. That  surprises the
hell out of me. Rob's your boyfriend right?" I pull my underwear  on, saying,
"Yeah, why?" and he's like, "Tell him he's not doing his job,  that's what
I tell Mary Beth when she says she has a headache or some such  shit as her
reason for not wanting to get fucked." I say, "Thanks for the  advise, Lee,"
and he laughs again, "You prick, you're pulling my chain again.  Do
whatever the fuck ya want. Jeez, ya try to help a friend and he mocks  you."


Dressed and out of the car, Lee says, "Do me a favor and walk back by
yourself. I'll come in another way a few minutes after you." I ask, "What's  our
story if someone asks where we've been?" He says, "I was getting a pack of
cigarettes from my car, I don't know what the fuck you were doing." I say,
"Good plan," and he laughs again while lightly punching my shoulder,
"You're a  piece of work, Dylan. Your brother's not the only hot shit in your
family." We  bump fists and I go back the way we came. When I walk around the
trailer I see  the beer pong game is still going strong. Both Chubby's and
Seth's backs are  to me so I walk over to the coolers for a beer realizing my
ass is sore. It's  not so bad I need to walk bowlegged, but it's tender so I
walk with my legs a  little wider than normal. Lighting a cigarette I don't
really want, not after  all the smoking Lee made me do, I saunter up to our
crew's picnic table where  Robby's leaning against the table, deep into an
animated discussion with  Derrick and his father. They stop talking when I
arrive. Robby goes, "Hey,  Dylan, been watching the beer pong game?" I say,
"Yeah, um, did I interrupt  something here?" Robby's like, "Could you give us
a few minutes?" I nod my  head and drift over to the beer pong game again.
Seth's chugging a plastic cup  of beer and a guy I don't know is stacking a
six pack of unopened beers on the  table. Chubby asks, "Where's the fucking
ping pong ball?" Everyone is getting  drunk and they can't find it. Chubby
asks Seth, "Ya didn't swallow the ping  pong ball, did ya?" Seth says, "Shit
no," slushing his 's' sound. The guys in  the game all laugh patting Seth on
the back. I grin at him, happy to see he's  having a good time. I can see
the ping pong ball, it's under the table beside  an empty beer can. Chubby
says, "Fuck beer pong, who wants to play liars poker  for money?" Well, I do,
and so does one of the guys from the other crew. The  kid's nicknamed, Gums.
He's our age and kinda cute, but when he grins, which  he does all the time,
I see where he got his nickname. The boy has small white  teeth with about
three-quarter of an inch of gum showing above his top teeth  during a grin,
smile, or when he laughs. Chubby introduces us and I'm thinking  Gums is an
interesting good natured lad. He's got a pink face, pretty light  brown hair
with long bangs that fall across his bright blue eyes every few  seconds.
He's constantly brushing back the hair with his fingers only to have  it fall
across his eyes five seconds later. I'd love to give Gums a  haircut.


Lee comes over and bumps fists with Chubby and me as if Lee and I  haven't
seen each other for awhile, then he gets introduced to Gums. Lee asks,
"Wassup?" and Chubby tells him about the liars poker game, which Lee's in on  so
we've got four players. Seth was goofing with one of the guys from the
other crew until he notices me. He comes over and bumps into my side, asking,
"Where ya been, Dylan?" I go, "Mostly watching you dominate beer pong," and
he's like, "I got my assed whipped is more like it. What are we doing now?"
 Chubby says, "You're playing liars poker." Five guys is a good number of
players for liars poker and we take over the beer pong picnic table as the
players from the game wander over for more food. The game begins and I
glance  over to our picnic table and see Derrick poking Robby in the chest with
his  forefinger forcefully making some point. Derrick's face is red with a
vein  bulging in his neck as Robby takes a step back. Chuck's looking smug
with a  smirk on his face, like he's an interested observer. Older men don't
look  right smirking.


to be continued...   Donny Mumford    _thinat20@Yahoo.com_
(mailto:thinat20@Yahoo.com)

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one book and one short story. Read the short story  first). There about
'Oliver'. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny  Mumford' at the
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