Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 05:36:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter  28 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO



				Chapter  28



			     by  Donny Mumford



Manny
and Jameson just left with their new haircuts and are happy with
them; they're even happier that the haircuts were free.Ray and his posse are apparently
addicted to peer pressure within their group; what one does, the others do the
same. The exception to the peer pressure is apparently Dawg, who is very
different, and I'm not sure about that asshole Mark. While I was cutting his
hair, Manny told me he was really happy I'm in the posse; he said they have the
best looking kid in Framingham as one of their boys now. Then Jameson said that
Manny's the smartest kid in Framingham and I'm the best looking, and that Ray's
posse really rocks now. All day I was getting one compliment after another, they
all treat me like I'm a celebrity. Ray says I'm a prize and his girlfriend said
I'm sexy. Jeez, none of those guys or girls annoy me; they're all very likable.
They're all welcoming me with open arms, which presents me with a problem: how
do I extract myself from their group without hurting anyone's feelings? I can't
keep this up, for any number of reasons, but they've done nothing to warrant
getting dumped on by me. I'll think of something, especially were Ray's
concerned. He's the one who will be hurt the most and the more I know him, the
more I like him, but not as his boyfriend or as a member of his posse. I can't
talk to Chubby or Robby about this, or anyone else, because it's embarrassing,
which is one of the reasons I need to leave this behind. It reminds me a little
of how I outsmarted myself with that loser Alan Snyder. I thought I was playing
him for laughs, and because I'd talked myself into thinking he was sexy. He was
far from sexy; I was playing a game with him just like I've done with Ray, and
in both incidents I've painted myself in a corner. Alan made a fool out of me
in the end, and he fucked me, too, the way he wanted to do it, not how I
envisioned it. I couldn't discuss that situation with anyone either. The Alan
Snyder fiasco was not one of my finer moments, and neither is
this situation I've created with Ray and his friends. This is different of
course, because it means hurting peoples' feelings who aren't aware I was
basically jobbing them for my own entertainment. I'm awful! Dammit, why couldn't
they have been a bunch of nitwits like I thought they'd be? How'd I know they'd
turn out to be more normal than me? I'm the nitwit, not them. I've got to think
of a compromise. Maybe I'll come up with something tonight on my date with Ray.
Something like offering to be an associate posse member, who gives free
haircuts, but only hooks-up with the posse on rare occasions, or something like
that. Ray might accept something along those lines if I word it just right,
which would take care of the posse part. Then I need to do something that will
cause Ray to dump me as his boyfriend and do it in a way he doesn't lose face,
much like he pretended to dump his last girlfriend, and maybe me dating Seth
will do that. It'll be like Ray dumps me for cheating on him, but we'll still be
friends. If Ray saves face, it'll be like this: if I can ever get my act together, maybe he'll take me back as his boyfriend. Some bullshit like that. It needs
polish, but it's the start of a plan at least.


I
need a cigarette. Haha, I'm not allowed to smoke in Ray's posse so that's one
good thing that's comes out of it; cutting down on my smoking. Lighting up a
Marlboro on my front stoop I watch the world go by down on the street below,
while thinking how cute Devon is with that new short haircut, and the way his
ears stick out the sides of his head. Nice girlfriend too. Wonder what it's like
to be straight, and if I were straight would I be a straight hound dog, like I'm
a gay hound dog? What exactly does 'hound dog' mean anyway? When I finish my
cigarette, I Google 'hound dog': It says a hound dog is any hunting breed, and
for humans it mean a morally reprehensible person. Jesus, is that what I am?
There must be another less explosive meaning or very few people would call
someone that. Then Chubby comes into my condo carrying the Keurig coffee maker.
"Where do you want me to put this, bro?" I smile, saying, "On the counter next
to the outlet. You ready for instant coffee in the morning?" He goes, "Nope! I'm
having coffee with you every morning." He puts the machine down and we do a hug
with me kissing his cheek. He asks, "Whatcha been up to?" I mutter, "Oh, getting
stuff at the mall. Did you finish work with Mary Jo's father early?" He says,
"Early? It's almost six o'clock. What should we do for dinner?" I go, "Lets fix
something here." Chubby's like, "Robby butchered your hair again, I see. It's
uneven, and the back's fucked up. Come on downstairs and I'll fix it." I go,
"Okay, do you think it's fixable?" He says, "Yeah, but why don't you just get me
to give you a haircut when you need one?" I go, "I don't know. You're never
around." I purposely never check the haircut at the back of my head because I
don't want to know what it looks like. Hmmm, not one of the posse said anything
about it being fucked-up. Probably they didn't want to hurt my feelings. Chubby
spends about five minutes cutting little snip-its of hair before saying, "Okay,
that's much better." I check it out and it does look a lot better. "Thanks,
Chubby." After that we do a simple dinner: spaghetti with meat sauce that
Chubby makes with a jar of spaghetti sauce with his hamburg and ground pork
mixture that includes onions, garlic, and green pepper, plus spices like red
pepper flakes. I make a salad and pour on Ken's Italian dressing, then dilute
the strength of Ken's dressing with some olive oil. We talk about his
girlfriends and my boyfriends, with me forgetting to mention Ray, on purpose. I
tell Chubby I have a date tonight, but let him assume it's with Robby. He's
going out with Mary Jo. He sucks in a strand of spaghetti, then says, "MJ's
promised me some oral sex without the need for me to reciprocate." I mutter,
"Lucky you, but you'll be comparing her oral sex to the way your brother gives
you oral sex. You're bound to be disappointed with her pathetic effort, won't
ya?" He chuckles, mumbling, "Of course, but I don't want to discourage her, I
plan on lying." "Good plan," I say. We clean up the kitchen and Chubby borrows
my pink Polo golf shirt, then goes up for his shower.


Hmmm,
that pink Polo shirt would have gone good with my blond hair and  this
awesome tan I have from working outdoors all month, but what am I thinking? I'm
going out with Ray, I don't need to impress him. Even so, after a shower I do
dress in cool clothes, but not necessarily for Ray... I just like looking good.
Wonder what movie we're going to see tonight. I don't get to the movies enough.
My cell phone beeps indicating a call, and the caller ID indicates it's from
Ray. What now? I answer, "Ray, whassup?" He goes, "Hi Dylan, just a heads up:
we're double dating with Devon and Annie tonight. You were a huge hit with the
posse today, everyone loves you, dude. Damn, you impressed the hell out of all
of them. I knew you would. I'm gonna give you an extra special, um, treat after
the movies, you deserve it. See you in half an hour." I mutter, "Okay, that's
great, Ray. See you then." I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't looking
forward to his so-called treat. Robby was awesome last night, but that was a
whole day ago. I grope my junk thinking about Ray's big dick. Hey, I didn't
notice Ray's signature BO today. That's a first. It'll be disappointing if he
doesn't have at least a faint hint of his brand of BO. He had whiskers today so
I hope he doesn't shave them. I won't be able to smoke tonight, so I better have
one now out on the balcony. As I'm smoking I think about this crazy day, and
what Ray just said about the posse embracing me like they did. Damn, it sure
doesn't make it any easier to dump them. Why'd they have to turn out to be such
good guys? That really caught me off guard. It's ironic that I'm pissed-off
they're good guys, but that's only because I need a way out, and if they were
morons or assholes it'd be simple to walk away. Is it really so bad if
I hook up with them once in a while? I mean, I'll be away at college most of the
year anyway. That'd be the time to disconnect. If I was twenty-five hooking up
with twenty-three year old guys it'd be no big deal, but it sorta is a big deal
at our age. Well, lets see how the night goes, maybe I'll think of a graceful
way out. After my cigarette, I brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash, then
stand outside watching for Ray. He's right on time with Devon and Annie in the
back seat. I give a wave and walk down to them. As I'm getting in the car, all
of them give me a warm greeting.


It's
a bit weird being Ray's date, double dating no less, but it is what it is. It
doesn't seem weird when it's just me and Robby or me and Ryan, but we never
double dated with anyone and this just seems awkward somehow, especially because
it's Ray and his friends. We talk about the movie we're going to see; it's in 3-D. The 3-D nowadays is excellent, although my mom says it didn't used to be too
cool. For the longest time there were no 3-D movies, but they perfected them and
now there's lots of them. Annie is very friendly and all three of them totally
include me in the conversation so I don't feel like an outsider at all. Right
away I check Ray's face and see that he didn't shave, but he sees me looking,
and says, "I didn't shave for our date because you liked my whiskers on our last
date." My face gets red, and Annie says, "Oh, that's so cute: Dylan blushes,"
and she wasn't making fun of me, she truly means I'm cute. No one makes fun of
me in this group. Ray tells us how jealous his girlfriend, Maryanne, is of me,
adding, "She's jealous of you, Dylan, but she's crazy about you, too. Ironic,
isn't it?" We talk about today a little and then Ray parks among hundreds of
cars at the movie complex.  Going to the movies is kind of a popular thing
to do on Saturday nights, especially for teens who can't make the bar scene yet.
Annie and I stand in line for popcorn while our dates, the ones playing the male
roles, stand in line for tickets. She's full of questions about Ray and me. She
asks, "Is there, like love involved with you two? Devie and me love each other."
I go, "Nah, it's just a buddy thing with us." She wants to know, "Do you, you
know, make-out?" I go, "Not much with Ray, but gay boys generally do make out if
they're really into each other. Ray, being bi, isn't into holding hands or
making out with his boyfriend yet, even though the little bit of it he did was
quite good." She says, "Oh I know, I went with Ray long ago and he was a good
make-out even back when we were basically kids." Then she wants to know, "Do you
think Ray's sexy? He's sexy to us girls and he's hot looking too, a macho dude."
I mumble, "Ya know, I do think he's hot, but from my personal gay boy's
perspective your boyfriend would be more my style." She says, "Oh, you go for
cute boys more than macho ones. Ray's cute too though, in a way." I say, "Yeah,
he is in a way, but Devon's much cuter." She likes that I think her boyfriend's
cute and she hugs me around my waist, saying, "Devie will be so proud when I
tell him you think he's cute."


The
line is moving agonizingly slow and I realize people around us can hear our
strange conversation, so I blush again making Annie giggle and whisper close to
my ear, "Don't pay any attention to them, Dylan, they're jealous. Hey, you smell
good." I nod, "Um, thanks." She says, "There's not a bisexual gene in Devie's
body, but if there were he'd go for you. Who wouldn't?!" I mutter, "Thanks,
you're cute, too." She giggles, "You said that with an implied, cute 'for a
girl'. It was unspoken, but I almost heard it." She's not upset by that at all,
she thinks it's funny. I go, "No, I didn't mean to imply that. You're cute,
period, end of sentence." We're grinning and she's giggling, but not in an
annoying manner. She asks, in a whisper, a question I knew was on her mind, "Do
you two do the thing in the rear end?" I say, "Yes, we do," and she wants to
know, "Um, if you don't mind me asking, who does it to who?" I grin again, and
say, "I don't mind you asking. Ray does it to me," and she goes, "Knowing Ray
the way I do, that's what I'd expect, he's a stud. When Ray came right out to
all of us that he's bisexual, it didn't surprise any of us, and we admired his
honesty and his self-confidence. I think you're great too, Dylan. I mean for
being up front about everything. If you were straight you'd have girls falling
over you, like gay guys probably do." I go, "Guys don't fall all over me, Annie.
I'm just a regular gay kid, not sure what I'm doing half the time." Annie says,
"I think you're wonderful and you're especially nice to Ray, who many people
misunderstand; you're truly great for him. He feels fulfilled with you as his
boyfriend, and he's even admitted he's your second choice to Rob Dickers, who's
so gorgeous it's ridiculous. We all love Ray, I can't even tell you all the nice
things, money-wise and otherwise, he's done for all of us. We all know that most
kids think he's an oddball, and he's different for sure, but he's a great friend
to have on your side. Of course, I've known him for years, all of us have, so we
know the real Ray." I say, "You should be his public relations director." She
goes, "Guess I'm going on about Ray too much, but I want you to know you made a
good choice when you decided to be his boyfriend. Did he ask you or did you ask
him? " She's got a lot of questions alright. I lie and say, "It was more a
mutual agreement than one of us asking the other." She grins, "Oh, that's so
cool!"


The guys come over with the tickets just
as it's our turn at the refreshment stand. Devon gives Annie a quick kiss, so I
look at Ray with a smirk on my face. He makes a face back at me, then chuckles,
"I can't do it, Dylan. I'm new to this." I hold my fist out and we bump fists
instead of kissing. The good thing about a movie is you don't need to talk, and
that means no more questions from Annie, although I didn't really mind them all
that much. She has no agenda, she's just curious and I can hardly blame her. The
no-talking rule while the movie's playing doesn't carry much weight with quite a
few kids in attendance tonight. We manage to get through the movie without
fighting anyone, but Ray kept looking back at a group of teen boys who did
non-stop chattering of unfunny material that they thought was funny. It reminded
me a little of last night's girls-night-out group of forty-year old women in
Joe's American Bar and Grill. The movie is quite good and afterwards we stand
outside talking with other kids, both boys and girls, that Annie, Devon, and Ray
know, but who aren't in the posse. Ray keeps his arm around my neck and gives a
little pull on me every now and then getting me to bump bodies with him, which
gets some strange looks, but no one questions it. I don't know these kids so I
don't care until I hear, "Yo, Dylan," and it's a kid I know who played baseball
with Robby last year. He comes over and thankfully Ray lets his arm drift away
from my neck as I take a few steps to do a handshake and one arm hug with Dave
Patterson. "Is Rob here?" Dave wants to know. I go, "Ah, no, not tonight." He
says, "Hey, straighten me out about something. I heard from Art Novack that you
and Rob are, you know, um, boyfriends. What's the story?" I go, "Yeah, we are.
Why?" He goes, "Oh, nothing, I just didn't know if it was true or a rumor. It's
cool. Say hi for me, okay?" I go, "You bet, Dave. See ya." I feel good about
that, but it's funny how news travels. Being gay puts us in a small minority so
it's a novelty, a curiosity, but it doesn't make us bad people. Ray says,
"Dylan, come on, we're going to McDonald's." I walk over and Ray does what Willie
always did, as well as Ryan, he puts his arm around my waist as we walk to the car,
saying, "I gotta get used to doing the same things I do with my girlfriend, so
no time like the present to start. I'm not a procrastinator." What the hell, if
Ray's open about it, why not me, so I put my arm across his shoulders. Ray gives
my body a squeeze as he looks at me grinning, then he asks, "This is awesome,
isn't it?" I just give him a grin, because awesome isn't exactly the word I'd
choose. I wouldn't say it sucks because I like who I'm with okay, the movie was
good, and Ray's good at gay sex. So what's my problem? Do I think I'm better
than this crew? I hope that's not it.



Ray
walks me around to the passenger side of the car, talking about the movie. Then
he gives the back of my neck an affectionate squeeze as I'm getting in. Devon
and Annie are making-out in the backseat as Ray drives, telling me about his
plans for tomorrow. He wants me to join the posse in a softball game they have
tomorrow against another group of kids. I'm noncommittal, mumbling vaguely that
there's something I need to do for my mom. Inside McDonald's we find Manny, Bean,
and Jameson. Annie and I join the three guys for the obligatory fist bump and
hug greeting that the posse does every time they meet or leave. Bean says, "Good
to see someone corrected your haircut, Dylan. We were all talking about how great
you are as a barber, but what a bad haircut you had yourself." Annie says,
"Bean, you'll embarrass Dylan." He says, "I was giving him a compliment, Annie."
I go, "It's alright. My, um, other boyfriend tried giving me a haircut, but my
brother straightened it out earlier tonight." "You got your brother to fix it
for your date with Ray I'll bet," says Bean. I chuckle, "Yeah, for that, Bean."
Ray and Devon come over with trays of food. They put them down and do the
greeting with Bean, Devon, and Manny. It's definitely cool seeing all the guys
at the table with haircuts I gave them; they're in two styles, the burr haircuts on all of
us except Devon and Jameson, who have short haircuts combed down on top and
flipped up in front. Ray notices it too and says, "These haircuts give the posse
style, dudes. We can thank the newest member of my posse for that," and all the
guys reach over to bump fists with me again. Annie says, "I feel left out, but
us girls always feel left out with you guys; you're a tight group." Jameson
asks, "Who's playing first base tomorrow?" Ray mumbles, "Mark usually plays
first, but he's still on suspension, so probably Bean 'cause he's the tallest."
Devon says, "You don't need to be tall to play first base, do you, Dylan?" I
like Bean, but I say, "If I agree with you, we'd both be wrong." He asks Jameson, "Do you agree with that?" Jameson shrugs, muttering, "I used to be
indecisive about it, but now I'm not sure," and Manny laughs. We look at him,
and he goes, "Two paraprosdokians in a row." We all look at each other. Ray
frowns, explaining, "Manny speaks three languages, which one was that, Manny?"
Manny laughs again, saying, "English. Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in
which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected, and
often humorous or has a dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax. Some
paraprosdokians play on the double meaning of a word creating a form of
syllepsis which can be understood as 'semantic zeugma'." Bean says, "What the
fuck's that mean, what you just said ?" "Here's another example," Manny
explains, "We never really grow-up in our posse, we only learned how to act in
public." Ray and Bean say, at the same time, "I don't get it," and I don't
either, but I also don't give a shit. Biting into my cheeseburger I block out
further explanations from Manny, who sincerely wants the guys to understand, and
they seem to want to, but can't. Some things ya just don't need to know, that's
my philosophy.

They
give up on paraprosdokians finally and tell some jokes that aren't of the dirty
variety and aren't of the particularly funny variety, either. Annie fits in with
the six guys at the table surprisingly well, holding her own with any topic
except sports. When we've all eaten, and we're just sucking on our drinks and
talking, Devon and Annie hold hands. They're a real cute couple. Bean asks
Manny, "Tina still, um, under the weather?" Manny says, "Oh man, dude, she was
crying on the phone in real pain," and all the guys agree we're glad we don't
need to deal with that problem, but maybe this makes Ray remember his date
because he glances at me and uncouthly gropes his junk in front of Annie,
muttering, to Manny, Devon, and Bean, "Ah, can you guys give Devon and Annie a
ride home? I've got something I need to do with my boyfriend." The guys chuckle
and exchange glances, doing things with their eyes, grinning, while Annie gives
Ray a disgusted expression at his crudeness, saying, "Come on, Ray, don't
embarrass Dylan like that." He goes, "I don't embarrass anybody, that's not the
way I roll." She's shaking her head, looking at me, saying, "He didn't mean that
in a crude way, it's just Ray being Ray." I go, "No problem." There's no problem
getting a ride for Devon and Annie either. As we're leaving, all the guys give
Ray and me the fist bump and hug routine with each guy thanking me again for the
haircuts. Ray and I walk out with me thinking it's a nice feeling being part of
a larger group; the feeling of 'belonging' is a basic need for almost everyone I
suspect, but I always got that from Chubby and our family. Still, I can
appreciate these guys feeling that they belong to something with their posse. It's
a good feeling, but it's the wrong group for me, although I'm having trouble
articulating the reason for that to myself, so how the hell am I going to
explain it to Ray? There's almost two years difference in our ages, but that's
all I got to go on at the moment. Is that enough reason to blow them off when
they're so nice to me?


Ray
says, "I wasn't trying to embarrass you a minute ago; that's the last thing I
want to do. Did I embarrass you?" I go, "It's a little like kiss-and-tell. You
basically announced you'd be having sex with me, and I hope that wasn't to show
off to the posse." He goes, "Damn, I see what you mean, and I apologize. I won't
do it again. Are you mad at me?" Actually, I'm more surprised he's so willing to
admit his mistake more than I am mad or that he made the mistake in the first
place. I go, "Nah, I'm not mad at you, Ray. We're cool." He says, "Okay," like
he just decided on something. He stops us, then adds, "I'm new at this, but you
deserve at least as much as I give my girlfriend." I don't know what he's
referring to, but then he pulls my head down and kisses me on the lips. He says,
"That's getting easier to do," and he does it again, with tongue this time. His
face moving against mine, his whiskers slightly scratchy on my face. We're in
the parking lot, so it's surprising Ray's kissing me, especially here. As he's done with the
kiss he gropes his junk with one hand and takes my hand with the other, and we
walk to the car as I analyze his kiss and decide it was pretty damn sexy. Plus,
I detected that hint of BO I'm expecting. The kiss, plus holding hands with him, emphasizes my horniness. So now I'm licking my lips, tasting his saliva, anxious
for some gay sex. Ray kisses me again outside the car. A really good kiss
reminding me of Ryan for a second. He finishes the kiss, saying, "That's hot,
Dylan. I'm learning from you so I can enjoy the bisexual experience more fully.
I've experimented with Elliot and one other boy, who's not in the posse. I can
admit that to you now that you and me are boyfriends. Elliot and me talked about
you and he has nothing but the best things to say about you, and I can see he's
right. You're totally awesome and I'm grateful to you for agreeing to be my
first real boyfriend. I hope I don't let you down." Oh fuck! I keep getting in
deeper and deeper by the minute. I mumble, "You don't let anyone down on
purpose, Ray. We're good." He smiles happily, pats my back, and we get in the
car. As he drives he tells me, "My folks are at the casino in Rhode Island for
the night." I say, "Twin River," and he goes, "Yeah, that's the one. Plus,
Elliot's staying with Jay tonight so we have the house to ourselves." I go, "I
can't spend the night, Ray," and he's like, "Damn, I wish you could. I should
have said something earlier; I don't know what I was thinking. Well, we at least
can use my bed so I can do you up right. I'm kind of excited, are you, Dylan?" I
say, "Sure I am, Ray. Um, do your parents know your bisexual?" He says, "No.
Elliot and me talked about it and decided since he's openly gay it would be too
much of a shock to tell them that I'm half gay too." Hmmm, I wonder if Dodger's
had that same thought about his parents? And Chubby too, for that matter.


I've
been in Ray's house a few times, but with Elliot and not to have sex, although
Elliot and I had sex together a few times years ago. It was mostly to help him
in with his boyfriend Jay, who Elliot's been going with ever since. We go up to
Ray's bedroom and he reverts a little to his bossy self, although I don't
believe he sees it that way. He sees it as him adopting the male role during
sex. He says, "Get undressed, Dylan, and lay your clothes on the desk chair.
Like I told you before, I like my girlfriend and boyfriend to be completely
naked so I can enjoy the look and feel of their naked body. I admire the male
and female forms. It's a toss-up on which I admire the most, and that's
because your body is awesomely sexy. And damn, I wish you could spend the night.
I fucked that up royally." He watches me undress, then comes over, saying, "Just
stand here for me a few minutes," and rubs my body, murmuring, "Awesome skin and
I love, love, love that you shave your pubic hairs. I'm trying to talk Maryanne
into doing it, but so far she just laughs at me." He's running his hands down my
sides, then around to cup my ass cheeks and squeeze. The palms of his hands feel
good. I like being naked and being touched by another boy. He squeezes my butt
cheeks again, mumbling, "Your ass is much sexier than Maryanne's, and certainly
sexier than the other two boys' asses I've felt. Your entire body is sexier than
the other guys, but I'm a big admirer of girls' tits too, they're really sexy."
I'm convinced Ray's actually bisexual, but I still hold the view that most bi
guys are closer to gay than they're willing to admit, although I could be wrong.
Ray feels down my legs and up to cup my balls and stroke my cock, which has
firmed up from Ray's earlier touching. "You like me touching you, don't ya,
Dylan?" I go, "Uh huh, Ray, your hands feel good." He looks me in the eyes,
saying, "We're good for each other, don't ya think?" Now would be a good time to
lay the groundwork for a slow breakup, but I don't want to, so I say, "Yeah, we
are, Ray. You know, for now." At least I slipped that 'for now' in my answer.
Not that Ray hears things he doesn't want to hear. He's always been like that.
By now he's stroked my cock into a pretty good boner, and he steps back to check
me out, groping himself through his shorts. "I get turned on by you, Dylan,
really turned on. You're sexy hot and with a boner you're molten hot. Damn,
you're really something. I feel so fucking lucky," and he comes up and hugs me,
then gives me his best kiss with lots of tongue, and I agree with Annie, Ray can
really kiss when he feels like it. My boner hardens further as his tongue moves
against mine, our mixed saliva is soon drooling down our chins. He breaks the
kiss, red in the face, with a big grin. "It happened again," he says, "I got a
raging boner from kissing you." I glance down and see his boner laying sideways
against the lap of his shorts, and I'm reminded of his big cock and absently
stroke mine. Ray says, "I turn you on, don't I? I've always turned you on from
the first time you ever saw me, am I right?" He's always making statements, then
ends them with a question. I say, "Yeah, of course you turn me on. We're
boyfriends aren't we?" I just did what Ray always does, but I'm like that. I
pick-up traits from my boyfriend. Oh man, that sounds like Ray actually is my
boyfriend, but right now I don't want to change that. Some guys are sexier to me
than others. Ryan is sexy as hell to me, but not to Robby. I think Robby would
be sexy to most gay boys, but Ray probably wouldn't be although he is to me, and
that's what I'm most concerned about.


Ray
rubs his fingers in my hair, grinning, "You got your haircut like mine, didn't
you? You and Bean like to emulate me, don'cha?" To avoid that, I ask, "Does Bean
always do what you do?" He says, "Always! Yeah it's funny, and now I got two
posse boys doing it, and that's so cool, and so are you, by the way." He unzips
his shorts and grins, asking, "Do you wanna take it out for me?" I like that he
basically gave me an order, but in the form of a question. I smile, get down on
my knees to do one of my favorite things. I undo the button on his shorts and
open them up, then pull his jockey shorts waistband down to catch under his
nuts. This pushes his package out making it easy to get to. Ray wasn't kidding
about springing a boner while we were kissing. He has a nice one, although it'll
be a lot tighter when I'm done with it. There's some sort of order I'm supposed  to follow, but I don't remember what it is exactly. I take a guess and lick his
balls, and he says, "You remembered! You're awesome." He's throwing the
'awesome' word around a lot tonight, but there's nothing wrong with being called
awesome. I lift his nuts and stretch his jockey's waistband down further so my
tongue can just reach his asshole. Dragging my tongue over his asshole and up
towards his nuts, then up the back of his scrotum and over and up to the root of
his cock has Ray going, "Ahhhhh, ooh, yeah that felt good," so I do it again
with my eyeballs at the top of their sockets watching Ray making a "Zzzzzzsss,"
sound as his shoulders shudder. He mutters, "You're tongue's right on my
asshole," as if I didn't know that. He's clean there tonight so I go back to
licking over the lips of his anus repeatedly, and then do the tongue drag again,
over to his scrotum and up and over to his cock again. Ray's squirming and
rubbing my hair with both hands making an "Ssssssss," sound now; this kid has a
lot of different sounds coming out of him. He goes, "You're amazing! Can you do
my asshole some more? Nobody else does that for me, and, um, do you think you
could suck my balls in your mouth like you did last time?" I nod my head and go
back to licking his asshole; my boner's tightly against my belly feeling oh so
good. I concentrate on licking his anus until I get the lips quivering, like
they're trying to grab hold of the tip of my tongue. I push the tip inside Ray's
ass and his anus tightens around it giving me chills. Quite a sensation. Pulling
my tongue from the grasp of his anus and then sticking it in again, just the
tip. The same thing happens, the lips close tightly on my tongue giving me more
chills. Pulling out and licking over it until his anus is in constant motion,
Ray squirms, stroking his cock, going, "Jesus, mother of pearl, that is so sexy
hot. I'm gonna cum." I don't want cum in my hair so I leave his anus and lick
all over his balls feeling precum from the head of my cock drooling down the
shaft. When his balls are wet and sloppy, I get the lower nut in my mouth and
use my fingers to push the other one inside too, and what a mouthful they are.
Ray's moaning now, "Mmmmmm, aaaaah," more like the sounds I'm used to hearing
from my sex partners. Humming on his balls gets them vibrating which causes
Ray's legs to move and the hairs on his thighs tickle my bulging cheeks. After
pushing his balls out of my mouth with my tongue and finger, I pull Ray's boner
down and slurp off his precum, then suck on the head. Ten seconds later he backs
away, "I was going to cum in your mouth. Is it okay if I do that?" I say, "Sure,
you've done it before." He mutters, "Thanks," so I suck the head of his swollen,
hard cock head back in my mouth; it's like a huge, hard mushroom. Precum is
rolling out and I'm swallowing constantly. No more then a minute later he makes
a desperate breathy, "Aaaaaash," humps his hip and pushes his cock into my
throat, pouring cum into me. I gulp, back my head away, and get a second stream
of cum in my mouth with Ray holding my head with both hands and fucking my mouth
with awkward humps and heavy breathing and lots of, "Ooooh, ahh, ahh, ooooh," until
his cock stops spurting cum. Ray had some very creamy, thick cum coming up from
his nuts after the first blast, which was more watery and rolled easily down my
throat. There's a definite flavor to his cum and I noticed that before, although
there's nothing I can compare it to.


He
pulls his cock out, sliding it on my tongue. He's back to his, "Sssssssss,"
sounds, as he exhales a deep breath he'd been holding as he slides his cock
first out, and then back in on my tongue, then completely out. Ray gasps, then
strokes his boner, saying, "That was ten times better than the best oral sex
I've ever had, Dylan. You're so sexy with that, I could kiss you," and he leans
over and does kiss me. It's a long kiss with lots of tongue action, almost like
Ray wants to taste his ass and cum. Maybe he does. It's an excellent kiss
whatever his motivation. Done the kiss, he holds my head between his hands,
saying, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me ," and I get another
kiss. He's definitely over his reluctance to kissing boys, like he was until
tonight, at least with me. After this kiss I stand up with an aching, extremely
tight boner. Ray says, "It'll be awhile before I'll be able to do you justice
fucking your ass. Do you wanna shoot some pool? We got a good table in the
rec-room." I laugh, thinking he's joking, but realize he's serious. Crazy me, I
thought we'd get in bed. What the hell, "Sure, but I'm not too good at shooting
pool though, I hardly ever get a chance to do it." I go to pick-up my underwear,
but Ray holds my arm, "Would you, um, do me a big favor and stay naked? I really
like seeing you naked, I'd really appreciate it." Haha, that might be fun at
that, so I shrug, "Whatever you say, Ray," and he gives me a huge grin, "You're
really are into our boyfriend thing, ain't ya?" I gotta laugh at him when he
does that statement thing, then follows it with a question. I wonder if that's
one of those incomprehensible things Manny was talking about earlier at
McDonald's? Ray's funny; I put my arm around his neck to give him a kiss, then
repeat what I said a minute ago, "Whatever you say, Ray," which satisfies him,
although it doesn't answer his boyfriend question. No hand holding or anything
like that, we just walk downstairs with my cock losing it's boner status. On the
steps, Ray asks, "Would you like a beer?" I go, "You into beer, Ray? I don't
want to drink alone." He says, "Yeah, me and my posse drink beer whenever we can
get some, which isn't very often. I'll sneak some cold ones from the
refrigerator. My dad drinks so many he can't keep track of a few missing ones."
The beer turns out to be Bud Light, which is fine. Beers don't all taste the
same, but for me, after one I can't tell the difference. The first one usually
doesn't go down as easy as subsequent ones do.


Nothing
about Ray and his posse surprises me anymore, so if he's an excellent pool
player it wouldn't surprise me. He's very good at basketball, that did surprise me,
but now I expect the unexpected from these guys. I almost want to play that
softball game with the posse tomorrow just to see what else doesn't surprise me.
Nothing about Ray's posse was like I expected, and the more I get to know Ray
he's proving to be much different than my initial impression of him, too. After a
few practice shots by me, with me trying to remember the lessons Ryan's friend
taught me about pool, Ray racks the balls, saying, "Before we play a game, do
you mind if I give you a few pointers, Dylan?" I say, "Not at all, I'd
appreciate some." We spend the next hour on Ray's few pointers. He's the coach
with me the rookie, and a helpful coach he is too. He's also is a bit of a
perfectionist, insisting in a nice way that I do each step exactly the way he
instructs me, and I need to do it repeatedly before we go to the next step. He
started by correcting the way I held the cue stick, then it was the way I used
my other hand as the bridge for the cue stick, and on and on. Early in the
lesson, I say, "My dick is flopping all over the place, Ray." He goes, "Okay,
put on your jockey shorts, but nothing else." I go, "Sure, I like being naked.
If I could find a nudist colony for only teen boys, I'd join it." Hustling
upstairs I put on my underwear, and the lesson continues when I return to the
rec room. I enjoy learning something cool, and shooting pool seems cool to me.
After awhile I think, 'If I was my instructor, I'd be frustrated with me', but
Ray never gets frustrated. Teaching me the correct bridge took forever, then
once I got the hang of that, Ray had me repeat it by firing the cue ball at
about fifty of the high and low balls, one after another until it felt
comfortable. By the time I satisfied him, my shots are going where I'm aiming.
 Yeah, I was hitting them where I was aiming, but Ray doesn't like where I
was aiming them. He works with me on that next. There's a lot involved in
something that looks simple, like cutting hair or shooting pool. The force you
put on the cue stick, driving it into the cue ball, needs to be adjusted in
different situations, and sometimes you need to hit the cue ball low, or in the
middle, or high, and do it in conjunction with the correct force. Ray says, "I
can explain what you need to do, but don't get discouraged if you're not getting
the results you're looking for, as it takes a lot of practice." Finally Ray
says, "Okay, we'll try playing a game now. Would you like another beer before we
start?" I go, "Sure," and he gets us both a second beer. He says, "You break,"
so I try doing it the way Ray instructed me and I slam the cue ball into the
triangle of balls, really moving then around. One of the solid balls plops in a
pocket and Ray's ecstatic. "Great break, Dylan! My star pupil!" High praise from
mister perfectionist, but it's temporary praise, as he adds, "Except your stance
was wrong, just a little though, and you need to be moving forward as you're
driving the cue stick into the cue ball. It's sort of like following through on
a golf swing." I ask, "You play golf, too?" He says, "My dad taught me a few
years ago, and then I had the pro give me some lessons, too. I'm not very good
though, as my best eighteen hole score at the public course was a ninety-one."
 I'm not surprised. Ninety-one is a score many golfers would love to shoot,
but I'm not surprised Ray shot it.


We
continue the game with Ray coaching my every shot. This goes on for two games,
both of which Ray lets me win because when I miss a shot he resets the balls in
question and tells me to try again, and he does it until I make the shot.
There's a satisfying sound to some shots slamming into the pocket, but many
times Ray doesn't like my technique even when I make the ball, because I'm not
playing position for my next shot, and on it goes. I can see how much better I'm
getting, so it's very encouraging and lots of fun. Finally he says, "Okay, we'll
try a regular game, you break 'em." He racks the balls and I nervously go over
in my head all the things I need to remember when breaking. "Go ahead, Dylan,"
and I slam the cue ball into the rack and they go all over the place, but none
drops in a pocket. Ray says, "Good break! That was a very good break and just
unlucky one of those bad boys didn't drop for you." I bask in the master's
praise. Then, calling his pocket for each shot, Ray runs the table sinking all
his low balls with a dizzying array of shots. I sip my beer and watch as Ray
tries not to grin. When he banks the eight ball into the side pocket, he does
give me a big grin, mumbling, "I was lucky on some of those shots." Seeing the skeptical expression on my face, he chuckles, and says, "I was lucky, really.
You rack this time." I rack the balls, making sure it's a tight rack like Ray
instructed me, and he breaks. We play five games and I make some amazingly good
shots, but never get a chance to shoot at the eight ball because Ray's just too
good. He's full of compliments and encouragement though, and we're having
ourselves a hell of a time. Ray checks his watch, "Holy shit, it's almost two
o'clock. Can't you please stay tonight, Dylan?" I'm shocked it's so late,
mumbling, "Almost two o'clock," and check my watch, it's ten minutes of two. I
ask "Where'd the time go?" He gets his arm around my neck, saying, "You gotta
stay with me tonight. We can shoot some pool tomorrow morning." I go, "Ray, we
have a family tradition where my brother and I always make brunch for our moms
Sunday mornings." He goes, "You have two moms?" I say, "One for each of us, but
the same father, who unfortunately passed away many years ago." His eyes move
around, calculating what having the same dad with different moms infers. Or
maybe he's thinking he and Elliot have the opposite situation: the same mom with
different dads. Whatever he's thinking, he says, "I'm sorry your dad passed
away, but I'll get you home in time for the brunch." I chew on my lip, then go,
"Okay, I'll stay." He gives me a hug, saying, "You're awesome!"


We
turn out all the lights downstairs and Ray makes sure he's locked all the doors,
then we go up to his bedroom. He gets undressed as I take off my underwear.
Naked, we go in the bathroom to pee-out the beer and then wash-up. He looks
under the sink in the cabinet and comes up with a new toothbrush for me. We
stand next to each other brushing out teeth with our limp dicks swinging. Ray's
grinning, then he says, spraying dots of toothpaste on the mirror, "This is
awesome, Dylan!" He seems younger and more excited then I think I've ever seen
him before. I smile at him realizing I'm having a hell of a good time with him.
I'll worry about what that means tomorrow, and enjoy tonight. We rinse out and
Ray takes a slug from a jar of Listerine mint mouthwash, then passes it to me
and I do the same. We spit it out, and Ray say, "Minty fresh breath," and we
walk back in the bedroom where Ray pulls back the covers on his double bed and
gestures that I should get in. I do and Ray follows, asking, "Should we make out
before you suck my cock, or afterwards? How do you do it?" I suck on my lips to
keep from grinning at the way he put that question. I go, "Making out usually
comes first, but it could come after I suck your cock. The more making out
the better, if you ask me." Ray say, "I totally understand you'd feel that way
because you're gay, and I'm purposely getting myself use to making out with you
because of your needs. In the process I'm finding it very pleasant doing it with
you. Awkward at first, but I'm getting more comfortable with it." I reach over
and feel his sexy whiskers. He continues, "You're into me so much, Dylan. That's because I'm
macho. No offense, but Dickers is a pretty-boy like you are, only you're even
prettier, and now you're discovering something that's sexier than a pretty-boy,
right?" I rub my lips this time to keep from grinning. I'm liking Ray a lot more
than I ever thought I would, but he still has clueless moments that are
unintentionally funny. I swallow my grin, and say, "There's a lot to like about
different types of boys, but recently I have become enamored with whiskers.
Didn't used to like them, but yes, now I do." He says, "I like how you're so
honest about everything; we're very much alike that way. I always try to be
honest and say how I feel, as long as it won't hurt someone's feelings. For
example, I didn't mention your amateur haircut earlier today because it might
hurt your feelings." I go, "Thank you, Ray." He says, "Don't mention it, Dylan.
I'd never hurt your feelings intentionally, but the guys, and especially Annie
and Maryanne, tell me I'm too honest sometimes." I'm staring at him as he talks
and that strange phenomenon happens where the more I get to like a boy, the more
things there are about him that I think are cute. With Ray it's his mouth and
his dimples when he grins, which he does a lot. He has nice hair too, but I
already knew that. And his whiskers are hot, sparse, but sort of soft with a
little crispness to them and very curly; they're a bright, deep brown,
definitely not black. Really cool! I run my fingers through his whiskers, then
through his great hair, then pull his head gently to meet mine. He closes his
eyes and we kiss and then our tongues meet and we're soon in each others arms,
which is another barrier broken for Ray. I've been enjoying his faint, unique
form of underarm odor all during the pool lesson, and now it's more pronounced
that our arms are wrapped around each other.


Ray's
obviously sexy,but the heat of Ryan or Robby isn't there. With Ryan the sexual
heat can make us both crazy with desire. I definitely have desire with Ray, but
I'd like a little more sexual heat. His cock is soon as hard as mine and both
boners are squished between our bodies. I convince myself his whiskers and BO
take the place of heat and get antsy for sex. We go at the make-out a
surprisingly long time considering it isn't Ray's favorite thing to do, but
eventually, with him humming with sexuality, he puts pressure on my shoulders
and I go down under the covers to do a little of what I did earlier. Starting
with licking his ass and balls, and then sucking precum from his cock, Rays lets
himself go with moans of pleasure, and that always adds to the sexuality of the
situation for me. I like Ray's natural smell, in addition to the BO. He smells
boyish and clean, but not the turn-on scent of some boys, like Seth, for
example. Everyone smells a little different. Ray's is a pleasant scent to me,
although not sexy like his BO. His stomach, cock and balls, and even his ass
have a nice enough smell, so I rub my nose against him as I lick and suck his
private parts. After awhile he cups under my chin, and grunts out, "You've got
me so hot I'm ready to blow another load, and I'm desperate to fuck your hot
ass." I come out from under the covers, gasping a little myself; my cock leaves
a trail of my precum on the sheet as my head pops out of the covers, "How are
you going to fuck me, Ray?" He says, "Get on your back and hold your legs out of
the way." I do as I'm told and he gets in between my legs as I'm pulling them
back. He shimmies up close, smacks my ass hard, muttering, "God, I need this.
You turn me on more than anyone else," and he smacks my ass again as if he can't
believe my ass is what he desperately wants to fuck. The head of his big fat
boner, wet with precum, presses against my anus. A little more pressure and the
head pops inside me with my anus hugging it highly. I go, "Ooooh, that feels
good, Ray, mmmmmm, ooh," and it does, too. I love how it stretches my asshole and
scratches the itch to be fucked that I almost always have.


Ray's
cock feels bigger than usual and soon precum is drooling copiously from my cock.
I've got a hard cock, it's very tight and pointing straight up against my
stomach. Ray makes his 'Sssssss," sound, sucking air in wetly as he steadily
pushes his cock up my rectum, muttering, "Nice and tight," then, "Ooooooh, ooh
man, this feels good, Jesus!" as I tighten the muscles in my ass. Ray blows a
lots of air out, breathlessly saying, "Your ass can match any snatch I've ever
fucked, but please don't repeat that to Maryanne." I go, "Fuck me, Ray, you fuck
good," as I'm getting needy now. Ray lurches forward and impales me with his
entire boner, his pubic hairs plastered to my butt cheeks. He moans a little,
then does fast and hard three-inch stabs into my ass, bumping against me tightly
with each hump. It feels fantastic and goes on for a couple of minutes with Ray
scrunching his face, moaning with the pleasure his cock and my ass are giving
him. He reaches under my ass cheeks with both hands, lifting my ass, so I pull
back harder with my forearms around my thighs. Ray gets up on his knees a little
and begins long, quick, smooth drives up my ass that keep me moaning constantly
with incredible sensations sparkling in my rectum. His cock grows fatter,
especially the large mushroom head, and we're both moaning now as his cock goes
steadily back and forth in my ass. I'm looking between my legs watching Ray
withdraw that big cock neck until it distends my anus' lips, tantalizing them as
they quiver constantly. How he can withdraw so perfectly each time fascinates me
and has my ass lips sucking on the big mushroom head of his wickedly hard cock.
That swollen hard knob-end of Ray's penis, with it's ridiculously wonderful wide
mushroom head, extending wider than the shaft, plows up and back in my rectum
hitting every sensitive spot including my prostate button, and the mushroom head
gets even larger and harder. Ray's the most turned-on I've seen him get;
probably the rimming has him in rare form. My legs are wrap around Ray now, and
my head goes back as a long, "Mmmmmmmm, oooooh, Raaaay," leaves my mouth and my
shoulders start to shudder again. I've sucked that big mushroom head on Ray's
cock and I can visualize how big it's gotten and almost see the sides of my
rectum expand and contract as the mushroom moves to and fro. Oooh, it feels
ridiculously good as I rock my body and bounce on the bed. Ray's making
whimpering sounds as I strain forward so my hands can grab onto his hip trying to
pull him into me harder. I'm making all my embarrassing sounds of sexual
pleasure, caring only about how awesomely sexy this fuck is. I stare at Ray's
face, then get my hands around the back of his neck to pull his head to me and
kiss all over his sweaty face as the mushroom head of that fat big cock has me
helpless with deep sexual pleasure. Ray moans quietly as I kiss and lick his
face, then hold it side by side with mine and we do a duet of sexual sounds of
pleasure with the 'slap', 'slap', 'slap' of his crotch smacking into my butt
cheeks. It's skin against skin, applause for Ray's awesome fuck. I have tingling  goose bumps here and there as my climax builds. I can't hug Ray's neck any
harder than I'm doing as our bodies literally bounce on the bed with each
fantastic thrust up my ass. To top off this great sex we cum together in a
frenzy of humps so fast I can't count them. Ray groans as I do my stupid squeal;
my cock sizzles with cum streaming from it and Ray's hard shot of cum zig zaps
off the walls of my bowels warming them momentarily and then everything is wet
and sloppy as we fire more cum, me on myself, and Ray up my ass. It's a loud
slapping sound as cum drools from my ass and Ray's body slams into it, he does
his long, "Ssssssssss," sucking sound with a lot of saliva in his mouth. My
anus, rectum, and cock buzz after my orgasm passes, and my body spasms a few
times as I let go of Ray's neck and take my legs from around his waist. He
straightens up, still lazily pushing his cock up my ass with a dazed look on his
face. Then he stops, waits a few seconds, then takes his cock out of my ass,
scrunching his face like it hurt.


Ray
says, "Oh my God, it's like we were one person the way you had me wrapped in
your arms and legs. Your ass is a miracle, Dylan. It's alive and it squeezes my
cock as much as you were squeezing me. I liked you hugging me like that, it's
like you can't get enough of me. Were you licking my face?" I nod my head,
"Yeah, I got carried away with your awesome fuck, you were great, Ray. That was
something very special." He flops down next to me, "Dude, you're making me feel
really good. I'm proud you like how I fuck you, but that ass of yours has a lot
to do with it too. Was it really great for you?" I go, "Yeah, I'm not shitting
you, Ray, you're a stud, dude, and I'm fucking serious." He shrugs, "I told you
that before, I'm a stud alright, but you knew that. I'm not bragging, but I was
determined to take care of my boyfriend just as good as my girlfriend, and I
have." I say, "Jeez, if you take care of Maryanne any better than you just took
care of me, I'd have to believe that's all she'd be talking about." He goes,
"Truth is, she don't appreciate it as much as you do. I need to talk her into it
most of the time. I get most of my sex with you lately." He puts his arm across
my chest, and says seriously, "You're a damn good boyfriend so far, Dylan, but
like I told Maryanne, don't cheat on me. I don't put up with that 'cause what
you do when you cheat is you disrespect me and that ain't cool. Right? I know
you and Dickers have been going together and I grandfathered that fact in for
you because you're special. I think you're very special and I'm honored you
accepted me as your boyfriend, but no one else, only me and Dickers. Do you
promise me that?" His little lecture, so sincerely naive, but rational and so confidently
presented, has put me in a bit of a trance, which I'm quite susceptible to
getting into. I say, "I promise, Ray," he smiles, leans over and give me a quick
kiss on the lips. Then with a hand behind my neck, he says, "I want you to do
something for me, Dylan." Deeper into my trance now, I whisper, "Okay, what is
it?" He says, "Join my posse again tomorrow for the softball game. I want the
others to see you're committed to me, and after the game maybe we can do this
again. Will you do that for me?" I say, "Yes, I will, and I hope we can do this
again, too." He grins his cute grin, then mutters, "Thanks." He ruffles my short
hair, saying, "I got a girlfriend who doesn't hardly ever want to do it, and a
boyfriend who can't get enough of me. I think I like you best, how 'bout that." I
go, "Thanks, Ray," and he grins again, "I'm so fucking happy you're my boyfriend
and in my posse. It'll be a great summer and then you can hang out with us on
weekends when you're at Merrimack. Tell me you will." He's put me so deep in my
trance I just stare at him with my lips parted. He grips behind my neck, quietly
saying, "I need for you to be honest with me. Will you be committed to me and be
a regular participant in my posse? You've jerked me around before, but I'm
committing myself to you, and you need to be as loyal to me as Bean or any of my
posse are. It's the way I roll, so will you promise to be committed to me as my
boyfriend and a full member of my posse, Dylan?"


to be continued... Donny Mumford
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