Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 04:31:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 29 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO



				Chapter  29



			     by Donny Mumford



This
has been quite a day for me, spent mostly with Ray and his posse. I gave Devon a
haircut at noon; he's a member of Ray's posse, and then hung out with Ray and
the guys at the mall. Later in the afternoon I gave haircuts to Manny and
Jameson, two other members of Ray's posse, so now all the so-called posse
members are either rocking my burr haircuts or the haircut I gave Jameson and
Devon, which is a short haircut with the hairs on top combed down and the bangs
flipped up in front. Dawg and Mark are the only two members of the posse I
haven't given haircuts to. Dawg is rocking a ponytail and Mark's an asshole,
suspended currently from the posse by Ray. Chubby and I had dinner together, and
then Ray and I doubled dated with Devon and Annie at the movies, after which we
met up with Manny, Jameson, and Bean at McDonald's. It was kinda cool seeing all
the boys at the table with my haircuts. Anyway, after McDonald's, Ray and I went
to his house where I sucked his cock until he shot his load in my mouth, then we
played pool until almost two o'clock in the morning. Most of the pool-playing
consisted of Ray giving me lessons on how to shoot pool properly. I gotta say,
everything about Ray and his posse surprised me. They're all normal kids with
girlfriends and they're interested in sports and being buddies with each other.
A nice bunch of kids actually, and not the oddballs I thought they'd be. My
problem is they're all almost two years younger than me, which is why I feel
awkward hanging out with them. Ray turned out to be maybe the biggest surprise:
the better I get to know him, the more I like him. He's always been the leader
of this group of kids that he grew up with, so he's got a natural bossiness
about him, and he's loaded with confidence too, these are two qualities I'm attracted to.
While playing pool it got so late I spent the night with Ray and we had an
amazing fuck in his bed. Right now Ray's just about finished lecturing me,
telling me why I'm attracted to him, which he claims is because I've now seen
the difference between sex with a pretty-boy, like Robby, and sex with a macho
bisexual boy, like him. Ray's hot sex followed by his lecture, which was
innocently naive and presented with the confidence he has about everything, put
me in one of my submissive trances, which feels dreamy. It's like I'm floating
in air sexually contented and well taken care of. We're naked in his bed with my
ass still vibrating from his big mushroom-headed cock fucking me. Ray warns me
he won't put up with me cheating on him, although he has grandfathered in Robby
as an existing factor, but there's to be no one else I can have sex with. He's
already got me to promise I'll join his posse again tomorrow for a softball
game, and now he wants my promise to be committed to him and his posse; fully
committed, not just when it suits me. All of this is presented to me with him
staring into my eyes as we lay facing each other in bed, and the
presumptuousness of everything he says so confidently puts me deeper into my
trance. It's quite hypnotic, but as I've said, very dreamy and
peaceful.


Ray
puts his hand on my shoulder, and in a quiet voice tells me, "Now I need you to
be totally honest with me, and with yourself. I want you to give me your word
that you'll be committed to me. Being committed to me means being faithful to me
and as fully functional in my posse as Bean, or Devon, or any of them. We both
know you've had fun jerking me around in the past, but it's a different
situation now because you've seen another side of me, and from the things you've
said and done we both know you're hot for me and captivated by my macho manner,
both in life and sex. You know the difference between sex with pretty-boy
Dickers and a stud like me, as I've mentioned already. It's obvious which one
you prefer. I'm simply looking for a promise from you that you'll be loyal to me
and your fellow posse members. That's how I roll for all the guys, and that's
what I'll expect from you too. What do you say?" This is as preposterous as
Ray's ever been, but he's right about me seeing him in a different light, a more
favorable one. In my submissive frame of mind I desperately want to say yes to
him, but the magnitude of what he proposes is impossible to accept.
Unfortunately, my state of mind won't allow me to speak one way or another. I'd
like to hear him talk some more, so I just stare at him with my lips parted as I
float in the air. He looks perplexed that I won't say anything. Finally, he
says, "Is this too soon in our relationship? Do you need more time to get used
to the idea of being committed to me? I was under the impression you were
 enthralled with me and my posse, and that you had a great time with all of
us. I know you thought my fuck just now was awesome because you told me it was
and I witnessed your climax. You don't have many climaxes like that I'll bet,
and I doubt you've ever been fucked better. So, what's the problem?" Using all
my limited willpower I open my eyes as wide as I can and begin to come out of my
trance, but I'm still very attracted to Ray at the moment. Taking a deep breath
I try speaking, then shake my head getting the cobwebs out and for some stupid
reason I put my fingers in Ray's hair, and said, "You're right about a lot of
what you said, Ray; especially the part where you said it's too early in our
relationship for me to fully commit to you like you want. I'm not saying I
won't, I just need more time. Is that okay?" He puts his hand on my hand, the
one in his hair, and squeezes my hand, saying with a smile, "Of course it's
alright, I told you before I respect your honesty; that's how we'll forge trust
between us. If you think it's too soon in our relationship, that's cool. I make
quick decisions and I'm ready to commit to you, but you need more time and
that's fine. At least I outlined what I expect of you when you're ready to
commit, and in the meantime we'll continue like we've been doing. Don't look
worried, Dylan, it's fine, really." He pulls my head over and kisses my lips,
then laughs, "I'm getting to like kissing you. Annie says you smell good and
she's right." I'm still staring at him, licking my lips, tasting his kiss. He
says, "You're probably hung-up on the difference in our ages, right?" I manage
to mutter, "A little bit, yeah, Ray." He says, "That's stupid, Dylan, no one
cares about a year or whatever it is. I'm eighteen and you're nineteen; what's
the big deal?" I go, "You just turned eighteen and I'm about to turn twenty." He
shrugs, "Don't let something that insignificant keep you from a good time and
belonging to something worthwhile, like my posse. We're a tight bunch, and then
there's the fact you and me are boyfriends. You knew from past experiences with
me that I'm awesome in the sex department, too." I nod my head and Ray pats my
cheek.


I'm
thinking, well, that went pretty good, then I say something stupid. "Um, Ray,
would you do a little more of that sex department stuff? I'd really like more."
He laughs, "We're laying in a cum-saturated bed and you want more already? No, I
told you before that too much of a good thing dilutes it. I'm in charge of our
sex department, but I'm flattered you need it from me again so soon. You'll get
plenty, don't worry. Let's get to sleep now." I move over to him and put my arms
around him catching a whiff of his sexy BO scent. He chuckles, muttering, "Okay,
is this how you want to sleep, hugging me? I'm good with that," and he wraps his
arms around me too. My face goes next to his so I can feel his whiskers, and he
chuckles again, then quietly says, "You are so hot for me it's giving me another
boner. Get to sleep now and don't forget your promise, okay?" I try to
remember what I promised. Was it about the softball game? I mutter, "I won't
forget, Ray." He says, "Someone will pick you up, either me or one of the posse
will get you at two o'clock." He rubs my back and I kiss the side of his face.
His whiskers are so fucking hot. Ray goes to sleep quickly, but his sexiness
keeps me awake. Ray's one-and-done policy with anal sex is disturbing because
I'm used to more. Ryan was perfect for me giving me all I could handle, and
Robby can do that at times, too. Yesterday for example: it's hard to change from
three or four sexual experiences a day to one, and sometimes even none. Ray's
turning me on alright, but after Ryan, I need more than Ray's providing. His
long lecture did get me in one of my submissive trances, and he even provided me
with my excuse for not committing to him fully. I jumped at that phrase, 'too
early in our relationship', option. Damn, that saved me because I almost
committed to Ray in my trance state. If I had, then what? I'm really missing
Ryan, that's the problem; it makes me susceptible to Ray's proposal. Ryan
emailed me that his parents don't want him to visit so soon after leaving, but
he's going to keep working on them. Hell, if I was sleeping with Ryan right now,
I'd just wake him and he'd be ready to fuck me again. No way Ray would do that,
which makes me think he couldn't possibly like anal sex with me as much as he
says he does. That mushroom head on his cock is fantastic and I'd like to feel
it up my ass right now. He's the first boy I've run into with a head on their
cock that big. No wonder it feels so good. Yeah, I'd be crazy to drop having sex
with Ray, as infrequent as it is. Without having Ryan to satisfy me sexually, I
better hold onto Ray even if it is a little bit awkward hanging out with his
posse. Damn, I love and really miss Ryan. I'm nowhere near in love with Ray, of
course, but he's what I got at the moment, and like I said... I like him a lot
more than I thought I would. Same for his posse. Ray moves in his sleep and,
mmmm, Ray's BO smells sexy. It isn't like any BO I've ever smelled before, not
that many guys have BO nowadays. I'm gonna ask Ryan not to shower the next time
I see him so I can checkout what his BO smells like. That gets me hot and I
consider waking Ray, but he's a bulldog, when he says no, it's final. Rubbing my
face against his gives me a boner and I consider jerking off in his bathroom,
but fortunately I fall asleep before I can work up the nerve to do that.


Sunday
morning I wake up first. Ray and I rolled away from each other during the night
so I move over and feel his whiskers with my fingers. If I wake him, what are
the chances he'd fuck me? Probably not good, as I need to maintain some dignity
anyway, so begging for it is out of the question. Glancing at my watch, I'm
startled to see it's almost ten o'clock. Shaking Ray, I say, "Ray, Ray it's
almost ten o'clock." He's like, "What? Oh, good morning, Dylan. What'd you say?"
I go, "I gotta get home, Ray." He jumps up, "Okay, sure. Let's go, I promised I'd
get you home on time and I will." We quickly pee, wash our face and hands, then
brush our teeth and get dressed. No kisses, no nothing, but right now I just
want to get home before anyone knows I was gone. Ray drives me home talking
about yesterday and last night. It brings back memories of our sex, and I ask
him, "Do you think we can do something sexy after the softball game, Ray?" He
takes a deep breath, then says, "Please don't constantly nag me to fuck you,
Dylan. It's flattering, but I'm the guy in our relationship and I never heard of
a girl nagging her boyfriend for sex, not that I'm inferring you're a girl. You
know what I mean, right?" I go, "Yeah, I know what you mean, and I'm sorry for
nagging, but it's just that, you know, you're the stud and I thought you might
want to. I'm just suggesting that in case you did, and so you'd know I'd be up for
it." He reaches over and pats my thigh, "No big deal, Dylan. I know how you
feel, but be patient. Like I've said before, we're new together, but you'll get
used to how I'm going to do things. Here's a compromise: I'll let you suck me
off after the game. Okay? We'll be working well together soon enough." I don't
say anything because I like sucking his cock, then I figure I'd better says
thanks for the compromise. I go, "That's fair, Ray, thanks." He says, "No
problem. And it's not just you who needs to get used to me, I need to get used
to you, too. So far we're doing great, don't ya think?" I mutter, "Yep, we are,
Ray." As soon as Ray drops me off I take out my cell phone and text Robby while
walking up the steps, 'Hi, Rob. Come over for brunch. Love, Dylan.' He texts right back, 'Thanks, love you, I'll be right over, Rob.' Hmmm, maybe we can sneak in a little nookie. I go into my condo and leave
a note for mom, 'I'm at Chubby's planning brunch.' She probably doesn't even
know I didn't sleep here last night. My bedroom door is closed and mom gets home
late Saturday nights and always goes right to bed. Letting myself into Chubby
and Tris' condo, I go into Chubby's bedroom. He's still sleeping. Leaning down I
kiss him and one of his eyes opens. He groans, "Ooh, Dylan, I've got a wicked
hangover. Could you please shop for the brunch and then I'll help you make it,
but keep it simple, bro, I'm hurting." I rub his hair, mumbling, "Sure, Chubby.
Robby's coming over so we'll shop for the food, but you need to get up soon. "
He goes, "Uh huh, thanks, Dylan."


As
soon as I walk outside I see Robby's pickup coming down the street. Taking the
steps two at a time I run down to stand at the curb as he pulls up. Motioning
for him to put down his window, I lean in for a kiss. Robby holds my head and
gives me a long kiss on the lips making my dick move around in my shorts. Then
he hugs around my neck, muttering, "I never get tired of smelling you and
looking at your cute face; goddamn you're cute," and he kisses my nose. I
mumble, "You too, Robby. Will you drive me to Stop and Shop so I can get food
for brunch?" He's like, "Of course, hop in." As we drive I try feeling Robby
out, "Um, how was your date least night?" He gives me a look, mumbling, "You
know we don't talk about sex on the side." I go, "Oh, did you go out?" He says,
"Yes, did you?" Since I'm kinda stuck with Ray for awhile, I might as well get
this over with. I go, "Yes I did, with Ray Ellis," and I get the reaction I
expected. "Ray Ellis? Are you shitting me?" I go, "No, he's alright. What's
wrong with him?" Robby goes, "He's a goof in high school, fer chrissakes, and
you're a sophomore in college!" I shrug, "I don't care about a year or so
difference; he's eighteen and I'm nineteen." He goes, "Oh, Dylan, I can't
believe this. Ray Ellis?" I say, "Thanks for all your support, Robby. I miss
Ryan, even if you don't, and I don't know anyone else. Ray wanted a haircut,
and one thing led to another, that's the whole story." He shrugs, mumbling, "Ya
gotta be kidding me." I try to justify why Ray is my sex on the side, "Ray was
available and it seemed a good idea at the time. You said I can have only one
side sex partner so, you know, it's gotta be Ray since I slipped up and had sex
with him. I'm sorta stuck, so I went out with him last night. You were out with
Travis." Robby says, "I'm sorry I jumped down your throat, Dylan. I guess Ray
acts differently around you, but every time I see him he's a goofy bastard. On the
other hand, I'm not too worried about the competition, heh heh." I mutter,
"Don't be mean, Rob," and he says, "Hey, I was sure you'd hook up with Seth,
he's gay you know?" I say, "I know, I was thinking about Seth, but Ray kinda won
me over, sort of." Robby's thinking about it, he says, "Ray's fine," but he
can't help teasing me, "What'd you two kids do on your date, go to a movie?" I
frown because that's exactly what we did, "You and me don't see enough movies,
Robby, we should go to a few ourselves. How come you're being mean, Rob?" He
says, "I'm not being mean. If you want, we can take a drive over to the office?"
Meaning drive to work where it's safe to have a sexy time behind the main
building. Too quickly, I go, "Yeah, lets do that." He laughs, "Really, do we
have time?" I'm quick to reply, "Yep, the brunch doesn't have a set time. They
won't mind if it's a little later than usual. Come on, lets go." He glances at
me, then says, "You're awfully eager, didn't it go so good with Ray last night?"
I mutter, "You know we don't talk about side sex." Robby's curious, "Who does
who between you two?" I shrug, "Um, I guess Ray only wants to top... but you
know I like that best anyway." Robby mumbles, "Well, same with Travis, so we're
in the same boat as far as that goes, but for me it's something different, being
the bottom, that's basically what holds my interest in Travis at the moment, but
him and me are strictly doing buddy sex. We like each other, but that's as far
as it goes." I say, "It makes me jealous, you know." Robby says, "I'm very
familiar with that emotion. Hey, why don't we do the brunch first, and after
brunch we can take our time having sex." I do a phony cough, then mutter, "I've
got something I need to do this afternoon." Robby asks, "What's up this
afternoon?" I go, "Oh, just a softball game, that's all." He glances at me
again, "Softball game? With who?" I go, "Um, you know, Ray and some guys." Robby
doesn't say anything, so I ask, "What's wrong with playing softball?" He says,
"Nothing, but it sounds like you're hooking up with Ray and those high school
goofs in his so-called posse." I go, "Not yet, I mean not really. I'm playing
softball." He asks, "What'd ya do yesterday?" I cough again, "Um, I was at the
mall and, okay, I ran into Ray, but I'd just given this kid a haircut and he had
a car so he gave me a ride. What's wrong with that?" Robby says, "I'm really not
giving you the third degree, Dylan, I love you, remember? What you do is always
of interest to me, which is why I'm asking you what you've been up to. Who'd you
give a haircut to?" I might as well just get it out, "I gave it to this kid
Devon, he's one of Ray's posse, and after my trip to the mall I gave haircuts to
two other guys in his posse. They're all good kids. I thought they'd be goofs
too, but they're not." Robby says, "You're getting upset. Let's not talk about
this anymore. Let's talk about how much we love each other. I'm not being
judgmental, Dylan, if you say they're good guys, that's good enough for me.
Honest."


Well,
that didn't go too badly, and I'm glad I'm being mostly up front with Robby. I'm
happy to leave it at that though, as I'm certainly not interested in talking about
Ray and the posse anymore. This wasn't as big a deal as I thought it'd be. Once
Robby got over the shock, it's like he's fine with me hanging our with those
guys. He's probably glad it's someone like Ray for my side sex, and not someone
like Seth, who'd be more of a worry for Robby. Okay, so now I can go out with
Ray without worrying about it. All I need to work on is getting Ray to do more
frequent sex. And now that I've admitted to Robby I'm kinda hanging around with
Ray and the posse, I can make Ray happy by doing more hanging with his boys.
Yeah, Ray's hot and sexy and he fucks great; he just needs to do a little more
of it. Plus, I enjoy cutting the posse's hair, so it's all good. Hell, I'm
adventurous and this is something new. Hooking up with the posse, belonging to a
group, is something I've never done before; it's kinda cool if I'm open-minded
about it. I can't do that 'fully committed' deal Ray was talking about last
night, but I can hook-up with Ray and his boys when Ray wants me to. This could
be cool, actually. Damn, he's sexy. I know I'm probably overreacting because I'm
missing Ryan so much, but what the hell, Ray's partially satisfying my
submissive side with his bossy sex and I kinda like being in the posse; it feels
good belonging to something. Okay, that's settled, and without it being the
humiliating big deal I expected it to be. Hmmm, how am I gonna explain this to
Chubby though? He can't stand Ray, never mind me hanging with high school kids
in Ray's posse. This will be awkward, but I might as well get it over with. I
actually want to be in Ray's posse now; funny how things work out. Ray's sort of
a tame version of Willy. Ryan was a better version, of course, but he's not here
at the moment. After the softball game I'm going to sort of commit to being a
loyal posse member and maybe Ray will give in and put his big mushroom headed
cock up my ass as my reward. Robby asks, "What are you thinking about now,
boyfriend?" I stutter, "Huh, what, um, I'm thinking about my boyfriend taking
care of me in a sexy fashion; that's what." He goes, "That makes me feel good. I
know you're missing Ryan and I'm determined to try making up some of the
difference for you." I go, "I'm liking that you're gonna be stepping up to the
plate like that, Rob. You're my main man and I know I can always depend on
you."

Robby
parks in a secluded spot at Dickers Landscaping and Design, it's a spot where he
knows there's no security camera surveillance. He puts the windows down, and
turns off the pickup, then asks, "Are you up for a rough fuck, boyfriend?" That
gets me pulling at the crotch of my shorts, looking at Robby longingly. I
mutter, "Rough fuck?" and he's like, "Yeah, I know that's the way Ryan did you
because of the two times I was a prick and made him describe the way he fucked
you. Remember?" I go, "Sure I remember. I get embarrassed just thinking about
it." He says, "It was awful of me, but I already admitted I was wrong about
that, and apologized. A minute ago I said I wanted to try and provide at least
some of what you're missing with Ryan; that's why I mentioned a rough fuck. We
did kinky sex last time and that was a little rough, but I don't want to go
through all the trouble involved with that this morning, and we don't have a lot
of time anyway." I pull at my crotch again, "Anyway you want to do it will be
great, Rob. I'd miss you as much or more than I miss Ryan, if you were gone." He
says, "I'm not going any place without you, baby." I smile at that and so does
Robby. He's grinning, saying, "Just trying to remember to call you an affectionate  term of endearment once in awhile, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, and you know I love
that, and I love you too, sweetheart." We both laugh because it sounds funny
coming from my mouth. He says, "Sweetheart? That might be crossing the line,
baby," and we get to laughing again, with me mumbling, "You might be right,
honey." Robby slides over on the bench seat, laughing, and muttering, "Honey, my
ass, darling." We laugh for a minute, then look into each other's eyes and our
arms go around one another as our lips come together. Deep loving kisses replace
the laughter with Robby squeezing my ass and me running my fingers through his
short blond hair. I love Robby so much and I know he loves me, too. Our tongues
smoothly rub together as our lips kiss and his familiar scent is so special to
me. The kissing and sucking go on until I'm whimpering with desire for my true
love. Maybe I forget how wonderful my true lover is at times, but as soon as we
kiss all the loving times we've had together floods my brain. The sides of our
faces are together as we catch our breath, clutching each other. Robby says
quietly in my ear, "This morning I'm going to fuck you like your other boyfriend
does it, and maybe you'll forget him and be only mine in time." I mumble, "I
will, Robby, I promise. In time it'll be just you and me in our own private
world of love and sex." Robby grips my chin to pull me face to face with him,
then says, "At times over the years I've felt like the dark horse running after
you in a fantasy, but I'm the front runner for your love now and I'm intent on
increasing my lead." I say, "You already won that race, Robby, but don't stop
running."


We
kiss some more, fondling each other as we kiss, then Robby breathlessly says,
"Suck my cock, Dylan." I slide off the seat and get on my knees between his
legs. Unbuttoning his shorts and pulling down the zipper his four-inch boner
pops out the opening of his boxer shorts, and I suck it into my mouth to twirl
my tongue around the head. Pushing my nose against his shaved belly, the cock
head goes in my throat and I work my throat muscles on the head as Robby squirms
on the seat while massaging my head. Pulling off his cock, a string of precum
attaches to my top lip and then breaks away from his pee slit to drop down
across my chin. Getting a grip on the waistband of his shorts and underwear, I
mumble, "Lift up," and when he raises his ass off the seat I pull his pants down
to his ankles and spread his legs. My tongue laps at his nuts and when they're
covered with saliva I lift his scrotum and lick under it as Robby scoots forward
in the seat. Now my tongue licks his asshole and drags across it to the back of
his bag of nuts. Back to his asshole for more laps until Robby gasps, then says,
"Stand up, turn around, and pull your pants down." My boner is uncomfortably
hard in my shorts, pressing against the material, and it's a relief to free it.
It bobs in the air hitting the dashboard. Robby stands next to me and gives my
bare ass a hard spanking until it's past the feeling-good point, and I whine,
"That really hurts, Rob." He gives me five more smacks and I'm going from one
foot to the other moaning, "Ow!" "Ow!" "Ow!" as he spanks away. Then he pushes
roughly behind my head, I bend over further sticking out my smacked stinging
ass. Robby says, "Ryan probably spanks you harder, but that's all I want to do,"
and his hard cock head is at my anus pressing, pressing, pressing and the lips
split and he's in my rectum with both of us moaning, "Ooooooh, oooh," the
stinging ass is forgotten as I push back and Robby, gripping my hips with both
hands, pushes forward. It's so tight, but feels so good, I moan again, "Ooooh,
it feels so good, Rob." His boner goes in until he's tight up against my
buttocks; he gets his forearm around my stomach and begins thrusting hard drives
up my ass, just moving his hips. The thrusts are very hard and fast. His chest
lays on my back with his chin at the top of my shoulder; his boner constantly
plowing my ass. Each hard thrust knocks the head of my boner against the
dashboard and the top of my head against the windshield. The 'Slap, slap, slap,
slap," sounds of Robby's body smacking into my butt cheeks, his  grunting
along with my whimpering, is all I hear. The pleasure sensations inside me that
his cock is causing, build and build as sweat forms between his crotch and my
ass, and his arm and my stomach. I use one hand to cushion between my boner and
the dashboard and now it even feels better. My nuts are hard at the top of my
scrotum as my boner tries sticking straight out but I hold it up against my
belly. Robby's fast, hard, relentless driving of his cock in my rectum is like a
drum beat of sexual pleasure in my brain. My orgasm is on me now and I let out,
"Aaaaaaaaah, mmmmmm, ooooh," as cum gushes out the head of my boner hitting
Robby's arm and spraying up on my chest. "Mmmmmmmm, aah, aah! umph," as my muscles
contract and four quick strings of cum shoot from my cock. Robby grunts and
moans, pulling his cock from my ass and dropping back on the seat. I'm dizzy
from my orgasm, but I turn around and drop to my knees taking his cock in my
mouth even as cum still drools from my cock. Robby humps off the seat and I suck
and tongue his boner, sucking precum, then desperate sounds from Robby, "Mmmmm
ah, ahhhhh," and cum pours from his nuts to rush up his cock and splash at the
back of my throat. A long stream follows and then just spurts of cum as Robby
moans at the pleasure of climax.


Swallowing
it all, I'm still sucking on his cock even after his orgasm's abated. After a
minute or so,  Robby moans, then says, "Hands and knees on the seat." I
scrambling up on the seat, anxious to feel his cock inside me again. On his
knees behind me he slides his cock up my ass, grips my hips again and pounds my
ass with me doing constant moaning for maybe ten minutes until we both have
phantom climaxes that produce a replica of climax without the messy part. He's
exhausted as he lazily piles tissue on the seat for me to sit on and, side by
side, we hug each other breathing deeply. Robby's pale through his tan at first,
then his color returns as he chuckles, muttering, "Ya know, topping you beats
being the bottom with him." I'm glad he didn't say his name because that would
intrude on our time together. Taking another deep breath, I say, "That was sexy,
Robby, but you don't need to spank me on my account. The novelty of getting
spanked before getting fucked is pretty much gone for me." He smiles, saying,
"Maybe I wasn't spanking you for your benefit. I like spanking you because I
know you deserve it. I'm not sure of specifics, but I have a feeling you've done
something that warrants a spanking." I go, "Well, you're wrong there,
sweetheart, I've been a good boy for months now." He looks at me, "Honestly? You
haven't alley-catted around at all?" I rub the palm of my hand across his sweaty
forehead, mumbling, "Honest to God, I've followed the rules of our threesome."
He's excited, "That's awesome, Dylan! I'm really proud of you. Actually, the
spanking was for your benefit, I didn't know you changed your mind about that.
I'm sorry I spanked you. You need to tell me when you deserve it, okay?" I go,
"Riiiight! I probably won't because your spankings hurt." He smirks, and starts
the car to get the air-conditioning going, muttering, "That spanking was for
past alley-catting around then." The windows go up and we pull our pants up too,
and then cuddle and bask in the afterglow of sex. When we've cooled-off and
satisfied our need for each other at the moment, Robby drives us to Stop and
Shop where I get a honeydew melon, strawberries, eggs, bacon, and shredded
cheddar cheese. We'll have cut up melon and strawberries, scramble eggs with
cheese, and thick bacon on the side. One last stop at Dunkin' Donuts for a dozen
assorted donuts and this will be our simple brunch. At the condo we find the
moms and Chubby drinking coffee; Chubby's looking a little rough around the
edges being grilled by the moms about his latest girlfriend. We get a nice
smiling greeting with Chubby saying, "Reinforcements at last," and the moms
saying, "The boyfriends are here," making Robby and me exchange grins thinking,
'If they only knew the extent of it'.  Everyone starts in on the donuts as
I put bacon in a large skillet and Chubby cuts-up the fruit. Robby pours coffees
for him and me. When the bacon's ready I scramble a bunch of eggs, melting the
cheese in the cooking eggs and we sit down to eat. Tris says to Robby and me,
"You two make the cutest couple. I'll bet the girls are jealous," and we endure
subtle questions regarding what exactly it means being gay boyfriends. We
sidestep everything with vague comments keeping a smile on our faces and finally
I get the conversation back to Chubby and he deflects it to the moms by feigning
curiosity about the moms and their twin boyfriends. Everyone survives and the
moms clean up after breakfast while Chubby, Robby, and me go outside for a
cigarette.


I'm
looking for an opening to explain to Chubby about Ray, his posse, and me, when
Robby asks Chubby, "What do you think about our boy here hanging with Ellis and
his ridiculous posse?" So I guess Robby isn't as cool with it as I thought.
Chubby looks at me, and asks, "Does Elliot have his own posse now? I thought he
was way too shy for something like that." Robby exhales some smoke, muttering,
"The other Ellis." Chubby goes, "That nitwit Ray?" I go, "Yeah, Ray's
misunderstood. He's a good guy when you get to know him." Chubby's like, "Why
the hell do you hook-up with the kooks like that Worthington kid and now Ray
Ellis? Jesus, I need to spend more time with you." I go, "It's no big deal! Ray
and I mess around occasionally and I give his friends haircuts." Robby says,
"I'm not breaking your balls about this, Dylan, but you also hang-out at the
mall with them and you're playing a softball game with them this afternoon." I
mutter, "So? Softballs fun." Chubby talks with smoke coming out his mouth and
nose, "How the fuck old are those guys anyway?" I say, "Their eighteen and I'm
nineteen. I don't think I'm breaking any laws here; we're all adults in the eyes
of the law." Chubby shrugs, "Knock yourself out, bro. It's not that big a deal,
but don't bring that weirdo around me; he's too weird for me." I say, "You just
don't know him, Chubby, but hell, I'm sick of trying to justify myself over an
insignificant matter. I try to like everyone, ya know? What's wrong with that?"
Chubby hugs me, "Nothing's wrong with it, Dylan. You're awesome and I'll love
you no matter who you hook-up with." Robby rubs my head, "I'm fucking teasing
you, Dylan. I love you more than Chubby; you know that." Chubby says to Robby,
"Let's arm wrestle to see who loves our favorite boy most." I can't help
grinning because it's nice guys say they love me." I go, "I love you two, too,
but you know how sensitive I am, so stop picking on me." Robby and Chubby tussle
me around, going, "Oh, Dylan's sensitive," while I'm thinking, 'Okay, I got over
this hurdle'. The truth is, Robby and Chubby are the only two I care what they
think of me. So, it'll be Ray for side sex and hangin' with his boys a little,  too. They all really like me being one of their posse and that's a good feeling
too. Robby's got to get home and Chubby's going in to Boston with Mary Jo and
another couple. They're going in to visit the museum of science. I'd rather play
softball. We say goodbye and I go in to clean up a little and try to find my
baseball glove. I finally find it in the storage area and then I wait outside
for whoever is going to pick me up.


It's
five after two when Jameson drives up to the curb in a late model Volvo station
wagon. Manny, Dawg, Devon, and a redheaded younger kid I don't know are all in
the car. Jameson holds his fist out the window and I bump it with mine, saying,
"Jameson, dude." He says, "We got a full car, Dylan, let my little brother,
Sonny, sit on your lap in the back seat." I look at Sonny in the back seat, he's
on the end closest to me. He grins at me, then opens the door with Sonny holding
out his fist for me to bump, then he does the one arm hug so I do too,
muttering, "Wassup, Sonny?" He goes, "I'm not in the posse, and you're the
rookie, so we get screwed, that's what's up. I gotta sit on your lap, sorry
'bout that." I shrug, and get in as Sonny climbs on my lap and I close the door,
then exchange fist bumps with Dawg, in the middle, and Manny leans over Dawg for
his fist bump and Devon does the same, leaning over to me from his shotgun seat
in front. Manny's saying, "I'm still getting rave reviews for my haircut, Dylan.
My girl really likes it." I ask, "She feeling better?" and he goes, "Yeah,
thanks for asking." Jameson looks at me in the rearview mirror, asking, "Can you
give Sonny a haircut after the game?" I squeeze one of Sonny's narrow shoulders,
asking, "You want a haircut, Sonny?" He says, "Yeah, if you don't mind. I do
everything my brother does, heh heh, he's my idol." Manny says, "Sonny ain't
lying about that. I wish my brother was more like him." And then I remember that
after the game I'm suppose to suck Ray off, and I don't want to pass that up. I
go, "Um, we'll work something out, Sonny. Let's see how long the game goes." He
asks, "You really big Ray's gay boyfriend?" I go, "Yeah, you're sitting on a gay
boy's lap. How do you like it?" He mutters, "I don't like sitting on anybody's
lap. Would you?" I go, "No, now that you mention it, I wouldn't." Dawg's talking
to Manny, as Sonny says to me, "My brother says you're trustworthy and won't try
any gay shit on me, but you can if you want to." I sarcastically mumble, "Wow,
what a vote of confidence." Sonny has red hair that's very close to orange and
it's over his ears and over the collar of his tee-shirt, almost as long as
Devon's was. I ask, "You want the same haircut your brother has?" Sonny, goes,
"Yep, exactly," and Jameson laughs, then says to me, "Bean and Ray will meet us
at the field; we're playing on the middle school's diamond." I go, "Oh," as
Sonny leans back against me, very relaxed where I'd have thought he's be
uncomfortable sitting on my lap and therefore be stiff as a wire. He has a nice
scent, and then I realize I've never cut orange hair. In Sonny's case, I can't
imagine why he has so much of it. I mean, it's fucking orange! You'd think he'd
want as little of it as possible on his head. He also doesn't do much for me
sexually, although he does have a damn nice ass on him and it'd be way
embarrassing to spring a boner. I ask, "Are you in middle school, Sonny?" He
turns his head brushing the orange hair at the back of his head in my face, to
say, "Hey, thanks a fucking lot. I'm seventeen; I'll be a junior in high school
this fall." Jameson says, "Everybody thinks Sonny looks like a kid. He's a year
behind me."


At the middle school we pile out with Sonny getting off my lap, and out the door
with a hand supporting himself right in my crotch and I swear to God he squeezed
my cock, then he's looking back at me with a smirk on his face. It could be he's
taunting the gay kid, or it could be he's secretly gay himself. In either case
I'm not getting involved with the brother of one my posse homies and especially
an underage one. Ray waves us over to the diamond where quite a few kids are
playing catch. We walk over and the ritual of fist bumping and quick hugs runs
it's course with Ray rubbing my hair after the hug, saying in my ear, "You are
fucking cute, dude," followed by him putting his arm around my neck as we walk
over to the side. He's telling us, "We got eight guys and so do they. What we
did is recruit a kid from the basketball courts to pitch to both sides. That way
it's fair." Then he tells us our positions and he puts me as catcher, the shit
detail if you ask me. Ray squeezes my ass, saying, "Good, you got a glove. Okay,
they're up first," so we go to our positions and just like that the game starts.
Ray's playing shortstop, which doesn't surprise me; like I said, nothing
surprises me now about these guys. It's a nice afternoon and softball is fun so
I'm glad I came along. The pitcher just lobs the softball in so there are a lot
of hits and a lot of runs, which is fun, too. Ray follows through with his
baseball bat swing just like he did with his shooting in basketball and pool,
and golf too, apparently, and I've no reason to doubt him. He's a very good
fielder and so is Sonny, who is the second baseman. The rest of us are average
school yard players as are the guys on the other team, which I've been told are
from Saint Michael's Catholic School. There are a number of shouting matches
regarding being safe or out, but no fights and we win by double digits so in the
end it's not close. Seven innings and we've had enough. There's an outdoor
fountain everyone drinks from and then the guys split up after agreeing to a
rematch next Sunday. Ray grabs my arm pulling me to him, and says, "I've got to
drop Bean and Dawg off, but I'll be over for you in about an hour for that treat
I promised you. This gives you time to take care of Sonny's haircut. I
appreciate you doing that because it brings a dimension to my posse we didn't
have before; free haircuts rock." I nod, and Ray adds, "Um, can you clean
yourself up a little, too? No offense, but I'd rather not have a sweaty face
against my private parts." I go, "Aren't your private parts sweaty themselves?"
He laughs, "Yeah, I guess they are at that. See ya in about an hour." Everyone
does the fist bump routine for Bean, Ray, and Devon, then the rest of us pile
into the Volvo. "Get the air-conditioning going, bro," from Sonny, who doesn't
need to sit on my lap now that Devon's going with Ray.


Jameson
drops off Dawg and Manny, then he, me, and Sonny go to my condo for Sonny's
haircut. In the basement Jameson tells his brother, "Take you shirt off, Sonny,
and hop up on that stool," then to me, "Do you have a cold drink for us, Dylan?"
I get us Cokes and start Sonny's haircut with him being very curious about what
Ray and I do together. There's a lot of orange hair on the floor and on Sonny's
lap by the time I'm through with his haircut, but very little about what Ray and
I do together comes from me while Jameson laughs at my vague answers to Sonny.
With short hair, Sonny's looking more like his brother, which is a good thing for
him because Jameson's kinda cute. Sonny brushes hair off his lap as he
stands-up saying, "Nice haircut, rookie, but I didn't learn much about gay and
bi activity, did I?" I go, "You probably already know as much about it as I do.
It's no secret." He grins, saying, "Yeah, but hearing it from someone who's
doing it would make it more real." Jameson dead-pans, "Sonny's considering
following Ray's path. When he heard Ray's bi, he said that sounds cool." I go,
"It's only cool if it's real, ya can't fake it," and leave it at that. We clean
up the hair, do the obligatory fist bump and hug with Sonny sneaking a lick on
my cheek; they both thank me for giving Sonny his haircut, and then leave. I go
upstairs and mentally checked off 'cut orange hair' from my 'to do' list and
clean up for Ray. Don't want the leader of the pack to suspend me.


to be continued...     Donny Mumford   thinkat20@yahoo.com


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