Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 04:51:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ready for Nifty Chapter  33  DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO/2

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  33


			     by Donny Mumford



Seth, Robby, and I went to the movies earlier tonight and ran into Devon
and Annie there; I know them from Ray's so-called posse. The good thing
about running into them is that Robby now takes for granted that I'm
hanging with these guys, he even said Devon was a nice kid. Robby just
accepts that they're friends of mine now, so that obstacle's behind me. I
expected more grief than I got from Robby and Chubby about me being friends
with Ray and the posse. Everyone I know, except Elliot, thinks Ray's a
flake, and I did too before getting to know him.  Now that I know Ray
better, he can still be eccentric at times and he says things in an odd
way, but underneath that he's a caring, conscientious kid with some good
qualities. Anyway, after the movie Seth dropped Robby and me off at Robby's
house and we drove to the Dickers Landscaping and Design building for a
little nookie in the pickup. When we're parked in our safe spot, Robby puts
the pickup's windows down and turns off the truck. I undo my seat belt and
we stare at each other for a second. He's so good looking, and we've had so
many great times together, a deep feeling of love for him comes over me and
brings a tear to my eyes. The fact that I've cheated on him gives me pangs
of guilt, but in my defense it was Robby who wanted to include Travis in
his sex life. I'd been faithful to our threesome all along, although maybe
I went a little overboard with Ryan. To balance out Travis I had sex with
Ray, and that seems to have reignited the fires of my alley-catting ways
because I also had sex with Seth.  He was too tempting for my weak
willpower to resist, and to further complicate the situation Seth's had
terrible luck when it comes to his love life, so I don't want to make it
worse by cutting him off after one date. He seemed so happy today with our
sex. I know it sounds like me rationalizing again, and there's a little of
that I suppose, but for the most part the reason I'm going to continue with
Seth a little longer is mostly for his sake. I suspect Robby and Travis had
something going on before Robby mentioned Travis to me, so that helps
ameliorate my guilt trip a little where Seth's concerned.


Robby wiggles his index finger at me in that 'come here' way and I slide
over to him on the bench seat. He puts his arms lightly around my neck and
we stare at each other some more, in the light of the moon. His dark blue
eyes look almost black as I stare into them, biting my bottom lip, and
almost slipping into one of my trances. He quietly murmurs, "You're
beautiful, just like that girl at the movies said, and I love you with all
my heart and soul. When are we ever going to be mature enough to be
exclusively each other's lover?" I mutter, "You're the beautiful one,
Robby, and let's not wish away our youth. We'll be mature enough when the
time is right, and we'll both know when that time is here." He smiles his
wonderful warm smile and leans in to kiss my lips lightly, then he moves
his head back as I lick my lips. He goes, "You taste and smell especially
sexy tonight. You know, um, I dream about you, always about you, and still
I never can get enough of you in my life." I mumble, "Me too, Robby," and
he grins, probably because he's always accusing me of repeating his
compliments instead of initiating them about him first. We lean our heads
together and his tongue goes in my mouth. It tastes like popcorn and
nicotine as we do a lover's kiss, and then a sexy one with our hand's
caressing each other's body. Soon our saliva eliminates any remaining taste
in our mouths except our own personal flavor of spit. Our lips move
together as our tongues squirm against one another and shortly spit is
shining in the moonlight around our mouths and chins. Low moans of arousal
slip from our throats as sexual desire builds. His scent fills my head and
his taste triggers something in my brain that sends a signal to my cock and
balls as they come alive like separate living things with minds of their
own. My arms are around Robby's back clutching him to me, and like always
happens when I'm with Robby, I only have eyes for him. No one else enters
my mind, only this wonderful boy who I've loved almost forever. Variety is
interesting and intriguing, but the loving sexual and emotional familiarity
of Robby always tops variety for me.  I forget that sometimes, but never
when I'm with him. Our making out goes on until there's wet precum spots on
the laps of both our shorts, then Robby slides the side of his face against
mine. We both gasp and breathe deeply, then he quietly asks, "Will you suck
my cock, boyfriend?" I nod my head and Robby pulls down his zipper as I'm
undoing the button of his shorts, then tug sideways on his waistband and he
slides over on the seat, away from the steering wheel. I get between his
legs, with my knees on the floor of the pickup, and pull his shorts and
underwear down with Robby helping by lifting his ass off the seat for a
second.


His hard cock glistens with precum as I take it in my fingers and guide it
to my mouth. My eyes, at the top of their sockets, maintains eye contact
with Robby as I suck on the head of his boner and swallow his precum. When
I move my head forward his whole four-inch boner, fat and pulsating, goes
in my mouth with the head just past the gag reflex area of my throat. My
nose plasters against his recently shaved pubic area and I inhale his
aroma, an audible, "Mmmmm," then a quiet, "Aaaaah," slips past the cock in
my mouth. My throat muscles massage the head of his cock and Robby's other
head goes back and a quiet moan from him now, "Mmmmmm." Pulling my zipper
down and undoing the button of my shorts I fish my hard cock out through
the slit of my underpants and stroke myself, backing off his cock
completely. His saliva-saturated boner rests wetly on my forehead while I
lick his balls. Robby slides forward on the seat so I lift his scrotum and
lick behind it, then lick over to his asshole and press my tongue flat
against it. Robby's scent is very prevalent here without a trace of
excrement odor.  Robby's almost always a clean boy so I kiss his ass and
suck on the lips of his anus until they're sucking back. Robby groans again
and I do long laps over his asshole, two, three, four times getting Robby
moaning more and squirming on the seat. My cock is in my fist, but there's
no more stroking for fear of losing my load. Licking back up and over his
scrotum, I again suck on his cock cleaning off more precum and then Robby
grunts, "That was awesome, baby, but get your ass up here now for a good
fucking." His cock slides out of my mouth on my tongue and I pull my pants
down, then scramble onto the seat and look at him, enjoying that he called
me 'baby'. He's breathes deeply, then mutters, "On all fours," so I get on
my hands and knees anxious to be fucked. Earlier fucks don't register in my
brain now, only this one. He pulls his shorts down to his ankles and gets
on his knees behind, then he pulls my shorts over my sneakers so he can
spread my legs and get between them. "Smack!' Robby thinks I like it rough
at times, and he's right about that. Another hard slap on my ass and then
his wet cock head is pressing against my anus. He humps his hips and the
head pops in and we both go, "Aaaah." He grips my hips and pushes his fat
cock in another inch, waits until my rectum accommodates it, and then more
goes in as precum from my boner makes a wet "Plop" sound landing on the
imitation leather seat.  Lots of cum on this seat; mine and Ryan's, and I
don't know who else's. I don't especially want to know who else's either.


When his shaved pubic area is flat against my hairless ass cheeks, he rests
his chest against my back hugging me around my chest, then starts moving
his hips fucking me, and right away I feel my orgasm building. His torso
stays against mine as he fucks me and it's all so awesomely
arousing. Feeling his breath on the back of my neck and his scent all
around has me dizzy with sexual arousal. The skin against skin, "Slap,
slap, slap" sounds of males fucking is pronounced because his pubic area is
smoothly shaved. I love that sound and it adds to the thrill of getting
fucked by the boy I love. His boner's short, but fat, and it's riding back
and forth in my rectum creating enough sensations of a pleasurable sexy
nature to nearly blow my mind and I'm soon squirming under Robby's body and
moaning in deep sexual pleasure like only fucking can elicit. My prostate
throbs enticingly as I tighten my rectum muscles to further enhance the
enormous amount of sexy sensations in my ass. My boner throbs along with
Robby's and my balls buzz and get harder and harder, filling with spunk
that will soon burst from my cock. The sounds of sexual pleasure are
constant with moans of, "Ummmm, oooh, ah, ah, ah, oooh yeaaah". Robby's
sounding more desperate now as he lifts off my back to grip my hips,
continuing to hammer his cock up my asshole, over and over, harder and
harder, faster and faster. My anus lips suck on the shaft of his cock and
get dragged inward when Robby thrusts forward and dragged outwards when he
withdraws. It's got me crazy with the need to cum, and then my orgasm comes
roaring on me quicker then I expected. I groan, "Mmmmm," with my lips tight
together, contract all the muscles in my body and send a stream of cum,
pumped from my nuts, to sizzle up and out my throbbing boner, splashing
against the pickup's passenger door. Another squeal from me as two more
small shots fly from my cock with me shaking and my shoulders
shuddering. Robby's whining, longing for his own impending orgasm, then a
loud grunt and he slams against me to shoot a long stream of spunk up my
ass, Then more cum is fired from his cock, and even more after that as he
groans and moans at the unbelievable sensations of climax. Nothing else can
compare to the intense moments of orgasm. He continues fucking me, his fat
boner sliding easily in his cum with some cum already drooling down my
buttocks. I sag forward, going down on my forearms, my forehead drops down
to the back of my arms with me still savoring my hot climax.  Then Robby's
on my back again hugging around my chest, the side of his face at the back
of my neck. His cock is still up my ass, but he's stopped thrusting and
apparently is intent on catching his breath. I love feeling his chest heave
and his heart beat against my back. He feels so good against me I slide my
knees backwards and lay on the seat in my cum with my knees bent and my
feet up in the air against the driver's side door. The window's open so my
feet are actually partially outside. Robby stays on my back doing the same
thing with his legs and feet I just did. The sides of his legs and feet
touching the sides of mine.
 After a bit, Robby fucks me some more just moving his hips and quietly
moaning near my ear.

He continues for quite some time and then collapses, laying limply against
me and kissing the side of my face and then sucking on my ear, going, "Mmm,
mmm, mmm."  I wiggle under him and he slides off my back dragging his cock,
covered in cum, from my asshole. His cock moves over my butt cheek leaving
a trail of wetness as Robby lays on his side next to me with his back tight
against the back of the seat. He whispers, "The car is filled with the
scent of you and our sex, Dylan." In my mind the car's filled with the
scent of him and our sex, but it's simply a matter of perspective, I
guess. I go on my side and nuzzle in against him, face to face, as his arm
goes over my side and we do deep kisses for quite awhile, and then just hug
one another with the sides of our faces together again, hot and a little
sweaty. We talk quietly about our love for each other.  Robby's saying,
"The depth of my love for you is basically indescribable, but I knew it was
true love long ago and when we first had sex together I became positive of
it." I say, "Me too Robby. It's funny that love is expressed as an action,
but experienced as a feeling and, yes, I think it's indescribable, too.
All I know is I'm in love with you. I know that for sure and I hope you
know it, too." We kiss and he says, "It's like my life is a jigsaw puzzle
with a missing piece, and you were the missing piece even though I didn't
know that before I met you, and then I met you and you fit perfectly in my
puzzle of life and I became complete. When I see you my heart races and I
get a funny feeling in my chest. Love hurts too, and many days in the past
I was in pain longing for you and jealous of others who had you, but now
I've matured enough, and I'm now sure enough of your love for me that the
pain's reduced to a dull ache of jealousy at times." We go on like this for
awhile until we both burst out laughing. Robby says, "Okay, we may be
overdoing it tonight. I'm afraid we've unintentionally slipped into maudlin
territory." I go, "Are you implying we've become mawkishly sentimental?" He
goes, "Yes, that's it exactly. We're syrupy and soppy," and I'm like, "And
icky, mushy, and sappy too?" He says, "Yes, yes, and yes." We sit up
chuckling and get our clothes back on. My ass is sticky with his cum, but
it's a familiar feeling for me as having cum drooling from my ass means a
hot time was had by us. As he starts the pickup, I say, "That bit about me
being the missing piece of your life puzzle got us both going overboard."
Robby says, "Yeah, that started the slippery slope to maudlin
alright. Scratch that one." We're joking, but we know we love each other
and we both agree it's basically indescribable no matter how hard we try to
describe it. Robby drops me off after a goodnight kiss and I take the steps
to my condo two at a time feeling good about loving Robby, while avoiding
thinking about the Seth matter for now. It's after eleven, but I take a
shower anyway, then have a nice peaceful night's sleep being sexually
satisfied and not thinking about the entire reason for that, just the Robby
part.


In the morning I do my due diligence in the bathroom, get dressed, and then
Chubby comes in for coffee. We hug, then talk about what we did last night
after we had dinner together, but without specific details of sex. As we
talk I prepare Chubby's and my lunch, keeping it simple: ham and swiss
cheese on bulky rolls with mustard. I'm also bringing Lays potato chips,
three big, soft, chewy chocolate chip cookies each, and two bottles of
Snapple each. Then we're off for work, both of us in good spirits. I love
having Chubby with me at work, I love doing anything with him as a matter
of fact. At work, in the locker room, I find Lee teasing Seth about his new
haircut, "That's too short for a flattop, Seth...  just saying. Does your
barber hate you? Did you sneeze on him or take a tobacco chew cup with you
in the barber chair? You had to do something to piss him off."  Seth grins
at me as I blush, his flattop does look too short. Seth says to Lee, "I'm
pretty sure my barber doesn't hate me." Lee sees me, and points at me,
saying to Seth, "If you don't want to go to Supercuts you should give Dylan
a chance, as he'd probably do better than that." I guess Lee forgot he
overheard me tell Chubby yesterday I was getting a ride home with Seth to
give him a haircut.  I know he heard, 'give him a haircut', because he
commented on me giving guys haircuts, but he apparently didn't hear Seth's
name. I ask Lee, "Could your mom do a better flattop than Seth's?" He goes,
"I sure hope so, Seth's barber didn't even round off the neckline." I laugh
at that because the rounding off the hairline in back is the lazy way to do
it. Anybody could do that without going to barber college. Lee doesn't know
what I'm laughing at, but Chubby does as he smirks at me while changing
into work clothes. On the blacktop Robby gives me a knowing smile and a
squeeze at the back of my neck, remembering last night no doubt. I'd love
to kiss his lips right now, but that probably wouldn't be good for his
supervisor's image. Robby's interviewing for Homer's replacement this
morning even though Homer hasn't actually quit yet. Lee's in charge during
the morning, then Robby joins us before lunch break and we catch up on our
schedule by the end of the day. Tuesday goes by quickly without anything
out of the ordinary happening. We had our laughs during the day, and Seth
and me stuck our tongues in each others ears a few times while cupping an
ear to shout something above the noise. Then, after work Chubby, Seth, Lee,
and me have a quick dinner at McDonald's, and later we watch Robby play the
first game of the year for his summer league team. Games are played mostly
on Saturday afternoons except the first and last game of the summer
season. Baseball goes good with a nice summer night. During the game Ray
texts me asking me to join the posse to watch him play a basketball game
tomorrow night; one of the guys will pick me up at my place around
six-thirty. Chubby's busy working Wednesday night, Robby has baseball
practice then he needs to do a couple of hours of work-related stuff for
his dad, plus I don't need the temptation of messing around again with Seth
again so soon, so I text Ray back saying I'm happy to join him and the
posse tomorrow.


After Robby's team wins their game, the five of us go to Dairy Queen for
soft-serve ice cream and we run into guys Chubby and I know from high
school. We exchange lies with them while goofing around for awhile, then a
fight breaks out at one of the picnic tables so we watch that, cheering on
the teen combatants. Both kids end up getting the shit kicked out of them,
but one's finally had enough and quits, so there is a winner. The winner
doesn't look any better than the loser though, which is what normally
happens: someone wins, but takes a beating doing it. Fighting is stupid,
but ya gotta do it occasionally just the same.  Some asshole called the
cops, but the fight's over before they get here, although they swagger
around in their swat gear for awhile trying to intimidate whoever they can,
then leave having accomplished exactly nothing. It was a pretty good night
overall, especially because Chubby was with us. As usually happens, Chubby
and Lee do some of their comedy routine and Lee propositioned me at the
baseball game when the two of us were at the food stand getting Cokes,
which is also par for the course. His whiskers and broad shoulders still
intrigue me and I've decided I like him. Chubby does, so why shouldn't I?
The proposal Lee makes to me had to do with him plowing my backdoor and
it's handled by both of us as just joking around with the gay kid, but I
seriously wonder about him. He does a little bit too much touching and arm
across my shoulders action to suit me. He's scary strong and admits to me
he does some weight lifting. At times he looks sorta sexy and other times
he seems more like a borderline bully, which isn't sexy. I gotta admit he's
good looking though, but without being cute. As a matter of fact he fits
Ray's idea of macho, and I don't. Ray calls Robby and me pretty boys, but
he's not being mean-spirited about it; to him it's just a fact, not a put
down. Whether I'm macho to Ray or a pretty boy, he seems quite taken with
me and I'm thinking about tomorrow night and about what we might do after
the basketball game. Monday I had sex with Seth in the afternoon, and then
sex with Robby later that night. Today I had zero sex, which never happened
when Ryan was here, so I'm hoping Ray will come through tomorrow night.

After the fight at the Dairy Queen we finish our cones and call it a
night. Wednesday at work goes pretty much like Tuesday went. Then, when
we're changing in the locker room, Seth whispers, "Can we have a date
tonight, Dylan?" He waited almost two whole days before giving in and
asking. I'd like to, but I want to try going slowly with him because of my
conscience, but I'm not exactly a martyr so I say, "I can't tonight,
Seth. How about tomorrow night?" He grins nodding his head, saying,
"Great. Let's talk during work tomorrow and decide what we'll do, okay?" I
rub the palm of my hand back through his too-short flattop, and tell him,
"You bet," so maybe it isn't about sex after all. Maybe he just wants to
hang out together, that's cool. I drive Chubby and me home and we go out on
my balcony talking and laughing while drinking Cokes and smoking
cigarettes, listening to one of The Counting Crows CDs in the
background. Around five-thirty we cook steaks on the grill and have them
with bliss potatoes that are microwaved and then placed on the grill with
the steaks. They're delicious cooked like that and then eaten like you'd
eat an Idaho baked potato, split open with lots of butter, salt, and
pepper. Our vegetable tonight is baby white sweet yellow kernel corn, also
with lots of butter, salt and pepper. We'll worry about our cholesterol
when we're older. After dinner, Chubby goes up to shower and get ready for
a date with Mary Jo, and I do the same for my non-date with Ray and his
posse. At twenty-five after six I'm wearing my Ray's posse baseball cap,
standing at the curb waiting to see who's picking me up tonight. A few
minutes later, asshole Mark drives up in a 2011 Volt, a hybrid car from
Chevrolet.  Devon's riding shotgun and his brother, Sonny, is in the back
where I'll be sitting. Oh goody, two of my least favorite of Ray's
friends. Well, that's not fair because Sonny can be funny and I kinda like
him, but he flirts with me too much. Devon and Mark are wearing the same
baseball cap I am, but Sonny's not because he isn't an official member of
the posse. He's rocking his orange/red hair with the haircut I gave him
last Sunday. Then I wonder if Ray sent Mark to pick me up on purpose, you
know, as part of Mark's punishment for insulting me at last week's
game. This is the first day back in the posse for Mark after Ray suspended
him for a week. Or Maybe it's simply Mark's turn to drive.


Sonny pushes open the back door and gets out as Devon and Mark get out the
front doors. They get out so we can more effectively do the fist bump and
quick hug, which is apparently the mandatory posse greeting. It's awkward
doing it in the car like we did last week. Mark mutters, "Hi, Dylan, good
to hear you've officially joined the posse," and that's about it: nothing
untoward from Mark. I go, "Yo, Mark, thanks for picking me up." Then Devon
and Sonny do the fist bump routine, saying "Hi." Sonny exaggerated the hug
naturally, and I notice how sexy he smells tonight, much more so than when
we played softball and he sat on my lap during the ride to the game. With
the fist bump ritual taken care of, we get in the backseat, Sonny first and
then me. I sit down on Sonny's hand that he purposely put on my seat. He
gets a fist full of my nuts between my legs, his skinny wrist under my
right butt cheek, and he holds on as I close the door.  Trying to remain
cool, I look over at him with a disapproving expression on my face. He
gives me a damn cute grin, and says, "How ya doing, rookie?" I just stare
at him with this puss on my face. He grins again, saying, "Don't ya just
feel like yelling for joy that Ray's your boyfriend?" as he gives my balls
a hard squeeze and I yelp as Sonny pulls his hand out from under me. Devon
looks back, asking, "What happened, Dylan?" I mumble, "Just practicing my
cheering for Ray at the game," as my balls throb with pain. Devon frowns,
muttering, "Oh," and Mark says, "Ray wants me to ask you for a haircut,
Dylan, but you might not want to, if you're still pissed-off at me." Man,
he's changed his tune, but I still have negative feelings towards him and
don't really want to cut his hair.  I say, "Yeah, I'm still a little pissed
at you, Mark. Just being honest about it." He goes, "I thought so, but I'm
offering my apology for last Wednesday just the same," although he actually
didn't apologize. He basically just discussed apologizing in a general
sense. I shrug, saying nothing more. Sonny chats with me nonsensically, but
he's also kinda funny in his own way and I have to laugh at him. He's far
from obtuse, that's for sure. He seems to me to be intelligent and quick
thinking; Devon chuckles at Sonny's nonsense along with me. Mark, not so
much... maybe he's pouting that he can't have a haircut like the
others. During the forty-five minute ride Sonny continues his clever banter
while subtly mauling me with squeezes and rubs on my body, but it's not
annoying me all that much because he's a damn cute kid, quick witted, and
he smells good.  He's growing on me, I guess you could say. At one point,
he says, "Let's practice when I need to sit on your lap again, rookie," and
he climbs on my lap with Devon yelling, "Sonny, stop bothering Dylan!" and
to me he says, "Dylan, I apologize for my brother; Sonny's being a jerk."
Sonny wiggles his nice little ass on my lap and my dick wakes up, like,
'What's this?' It begins firming up as Devon's yelling, "Goddammit, Sonny,
get off of Dylan's lap!" Sonny gets off but not before he felt my boner
poking his butt cheek. Looking over at me and smirking cutely, he says to
his brother, "We're just messing around, aren't we, Dylan?" I go, "It's
more like you'rejust messing around, not we." He chuckles, and when Devon
turns around to the front, of course Sonny reaches over and pats my boner,
mumbling, "Nice," and then he lifts up his left ass cheek and points at my
lap and then his ass. I mutter, "You're too young, Sonny." Mark gets over
his moodiness and the four of us discuss the total collapse and the
horrible performance of the Red Sox team this year, which goes on for the
remainder of the ride.


Parking at the basketball court we all get out, and Sonny takes hold my
hand, saying, "I'm just practicing being bi, Dylan." I pull my hand away as
Sonny giggles, but I can't help wishing he was a year older because my
alley-catting ways have been fairly active recently. You know, it wouldn't
need to be a long term thing with Sonny, just one and done, but it would be
pretty hot. With his hair short now it doesn't look as orange as it used
to, and Sonny has a damn hot ass, plus he's skinny like Ryan, who I really
miss. As we walk behind Mark and Devon, Sonny puts his arm around my waist
and lays his head on my shoulder. To call his bluff I put my arm around his
skinny waist and squeeze him against my side. He stays in this position
matching my footsteps, saying, "Ah ha, I knew I'd win you over," then,
sounding like Ray, he adds, "You can't resist me can you, Dylan?" I mutter,
"It's hard to resist you, Sonny, but I'm working at it," and we let go of
each other to greet Bean, Manny, and Dawg with the fist pump routine. As
we're walking up the small bleacher section I glance back at the court
where the players are warming up and I see Ray at the foul line. I'll be
damned if my dick doesn't vibrate a little. I guess Ray's growing on me
too, but it's basically a sexual growth more then an affectionate one,
although I like him okay. Checking my watch I see that, unlike Bean last
week, Mark got us here a reasonable fifteen minutes before tip off. We're
approaching where we sat in the bleachers last week as Bean says to me,
"Ray tells me this isn't a date night for you, Dylan; tonight you're just a
posse member so I won't need to buy you stuff at the refreshment stand."
He's very serious about this so I don't laugh in his face. Instead I act
serious too, saying, "Thanks for clearing that up for me, Bean." He says,
"I'm still supposed to sit next to you though, and watch out for you,
okay?" I say, "Um, yeah, I guess," and we sit down on the top row of
bleaches with Bean on my right and, who else, Sonny on my left. Devon's
next to Sonny, then it's Dawg, Manny and Mark on the end, like last
week. Looking down the row, all I see are my haircuts on the guys' heads
and then Mark, the only one who has a regular haircut with a part on the
side. Hope he feels like the outcast he tried to make me feel like at last
week's game. Ray can't come up in the stands to greet his troops like he
did last week because they're doing the lay-up line now and the game will
start soon. He looks up and sees us though, then gives a wave and a
smile. He's cute when he grins or smiles, but basically he's just good
looking with his normal facial expression. From my seat I can tell Ray
hasn't shaved his whiskers; I can't tell from here if he shaved his
legs. Okay, he's got some sexy whiskers, but I don't know if I should read
anything into that, like it meaning he's planing on screwing me
tonight. After the last time he screwed me, later on I hinted that we could
do it again and he refused claiming he doesn't like to spoil his
girlfriends with too much sex. I asked what about his boyfriends and was
told what applies to his girlfriends applies to me too. This is an example
of Ray choosing the wrong words to explain himself, and while he meant
nothing demeaning, it could be interpreted that way on a number of
levels. I'm almost certain this is a case of him being too forthcoming with
his odd view of things when it would be better if he softened up his choice
of words so he'd be less likely to offend. I'm not offended because I think
Ray's harmless, although slightly over the top at times. While he isn't
trying to put anyone down, I can see how someone might thinks he is. It's
probably why kids that didn't grow up with Ray don't like him.


Sonny leans against me most of the game and when he isn't doing that he has
his arm across my shoulders, or he's running his hand up the back of my
head knocking my hat off, or goosing my thigh and ass. He's busy, that's
for sure, and I gotta wonder what happened to Bean's responsibility of
looking out for me... haha.  Half the time Sonny's actions are giving me
chills or making my dick tighten up.  Like I said, he smells good, and I've
never minded being touched by a cute boy, so while it's a tad annoying at
times, it's not all bad. I'm beginning to think he's at least bisexual,
like he says, and that it's not an affectation of his like everyone thinks
it is. At the end of the second quarter we get drinks at the refreshment
stand and Devon catches Sonny goosing my ass. He's pissed off, "Goddammit,
Sonny, you're not coming with us next time. You're making a jackass of
yourself, acting like a fool. Cool it with your pretend bi bullshit!" I
mutter to Devon, "Can you switch seats with your brother? I do not want
anybody thinking I'm leading this dude on." Devon says, "I know you're not,
Dylan. Sonny thinks he has a crush on you; that's why he wanted to come
along tonight. Sorry 'bout that." I mumble, "No problem," but Devon never
does switch seats with Sonny because Devon meets up with some kids who were
in his class last year at high school and he shoots the shit with them as
Sonny and me walk back to our seats. Sonny's slurping on his soda, with his
other arm around my waist again. I have to laugh, the balls on this kid. I
don't see Devon again until the start of the fourth quarter when he
reappears and sits next to Mark, who hasn't given me any shit tonight at
all. Of course Sonny's still sitting next to me, but mostly he's now just
asking questions about gay sex and getting approximately the same amount of
information he got from me about the this subject when I gave him his
haircut. In other words, zero.


The game's almost over when Ray puts his team up by one with a deep
three-point basket and that gets the home crowds cheering, but a kid
dribbles the length of the court and drops in a reverse lay up as the
buzzer sounds and the opposing team wins by one. A brief fight breaks out
between a couple of players, but it's broken up quickly and that's it for
the game. Ray's shaking his head as he comes up to greet the posse. Sweat
dripping off his face he comes to me first, mumbling, "Hi, Dylan, tough
loss," and we do the fist bump and hug with Ray putting his sweaty face
against mine for a second and his unique brand of sexy BO scent fills my
head. His whiskers are short and kinda stiff scraping against my cheek. I
mutter, "Great shot at the end by you, Ray." He shrugs, kisses me on the
lips in front of everyone, then mumbles, "Thanks," and he goes down the
line greeting each posse member. My face tingles from the sweaty whisker
rub, and my dick tingles too as I lick my lips after the kiss and savor his
manly scent. I can't believe how open Ray is about his bisexuality, it's
kinda admirable. He's certainly consistent with his claim that he's going
to be who he is no matter what others may think. Maybe it'll serve him well
in life, but unfortunately I don't think it will because people tend to
shun those who are too different from the norm. When everyone's done the
fist bump routine with Ray, he says, "I'm giving Dylan a ride, we'll meet
you guys at Al's a little later," then they all need to do the fist bump
and hug with me because we're splitting up. It gets tiresome, but what the
hell, it only takes a few seconds and a couple of the guys smell good,
especially Sonny who gooses my cock when he's doing the hug. I'm starting
to think that skinny, orange-haired kid is a hottie. Funny how I didn't
care for him at first. Ray tells me, "Get my satchel for me, Dylan, it's
that ratty looking thing next to the bench," as he's pointing at it. Ray's
getting a bottle of water as I go down court-side to fetch his satchel
thinking how cool it is that he just assumed I'd do what he said.


After getting his satchel I join Ray as he drinks his water, laughing with
a teammate.  I'm standing next to Ray while they finish what they're
saying, then Ray puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Frank, this is
my boyfriend, Dylan Newman.  Dylan this is our team's best player, Frank
Conley." Frank and I shake hands briefly, with Frank saying to me, "Ray's
being modest, Dylan, he's our best player, not me. Nice to meet you." Just
like that. No look of surprise that Ray has a boyfriend or that he's gay or
bi. Humph, that's cool. It didn't seem at all like Frank thinks Ray's an
oddball, so maybe more guys than just his posse accept his personality. Ray
and I walk to his car with me still carrying his satchel, and Ray saying,
"Mark tells me you rejected his apology and won't give him a
posse-haircut. Is that right?" So now it's a 'posse haircut' rather than a
Dylan haircut. I feel a little defensive, saying, "It didn't happen quite
like that, Ray. Anyway I never said I wouldn't give him a posse, um, I mean
a haircut. I didn't say anything." He goes, "Good, I didn't think you'd say
no to a fellow posse member. Call him tomorrow and tell him you accept his
apology and then set up a time for his haircut, okay?" My dick tightens up,
feeling awesome, as I mutter, "Sure, Ray." He takes it for granted that
I'll do it. That subject's taken care of so Ray goes on without missing a
beat, "Also, ya gotta stop teasing Sonny, Dylan. He's just a kid who thinks
he has a crush on you." I go, "That's bullshit! I'm not teasing him, he's
mauling me. I told Devon to switch seats with Sonny, but he never got
around to it." We're at the car now, Ray opens the passenger door for me,
saying, "Okay, okay, don't get sensitive on me here, Dylan. If you're not
egging him on, good. We'll leave it at that." I go, "I'm so pissed-off! Who
told you I was teasing that kid? This is so fucking unfair it's not even
funny." He rubs my back, "Calm down. If you say you're not teasing him, I
believe you. It's just a misunderstanding." I want to know, "Who told you
that bullshit story?" He's calm, "No, I'm not getting into a he said, she
said thing. We'll drop it now." I go, "There's no 'she' involved; it's he
said, he said." Ray shakes his head, muttering, "I keep forgetting how
sensitive you are. I'm sorry, okay. I got wrong information, but I'm not
starting trouble in the posse by telling you who said what. That's not how
I roll, okay?" I manage not to stamp my foot, but I do say, "No, it's not
okay! Someone's jealous of me and they're starting a rumor that I don't
care for at all. I'll knock somebody's teeth down their throat if I found
out who said that." Ray's losing his patience, "Please get in the car. I'll
have a talk with the person who told me you were playing games with
Sonny. Now let's leave it at that, okay? Please!"  I get in the car and Ray
closes the door, then goes around and gets in the driver's side. He says,
"We'll go right to Al's, you're too upset to mess around tonight." He
starts the car and I quickly say, "Um, I'm not upset now, Ray." He looks at
me, asking, "Are you sure?" I nod my head too fast, like Ryan does, and
say, "I'm sure." He chuckles, "Okay then. Lean over here." I lean over
putting my arms around Ray's neck and he gives me a tongue-involved kiss
that gets me very aroused and I realize, maybe for the first time, that I'm
getting hooked on Ray Ellis. Without trying to, or doing anything other
than what's normal for him, Ray's combination of sexy manner, whiskers, BO,
bossiness, and fat-headed mushroom cock have registered in my brain and I
desire him.


With me still clutching around his neck, Ray breaks off the kiss with his
tongue making a wet sucking sound leaving my mouth. He says, "I've always
thought you had a thing for me, maybe even before you realized it yourself,
but now that I'm finally seeing it for real, it's a good feeling for
me. And maybe I'm getting a 'thing' for you, too; you're kind of
irresistible now that I've gotten to know you better. He runs his fingers
through my hair, saying, "Two things: one, please don't be so sensitive all
the time. I'm just trying to keep harmony in the posse. I believe what you
said and I'm going to jump down the throat of the guy who said you were
leading Sonny on. I should have known you wouldn't do that. The second
thing is: I want you to get Dickers to play in Sunday's softball
game. We're playing a good team for a case of beer. They've got older guys
on their team and we've never beat them so we need a ringer, and Dickers is
it. He's really good. Will you come through for the team?" Oh boy! This
will be awkward, but Ray has sorta hypnotized me without even knowing it,
so in a bit of a trance, I say, "Sure, Ray." He kisses me saying, "Good,
that's settled, and now I'm going to spoil you a little." He adds, "Heh
heh, could you let go of me, Dylan, so I can drive us to that spot we went
to last week?" I go, "Oh, sure," and take my arms from his neck, rub his
hair grinning, and then sit back in my bucket seat. At the same hidden spot
we went to last week, Ray says, "Outside, Dylan, and get
undressed. Everything off." Ray feels it's easier to get undressed outside,
rather than in the car. I have no problem getting undressed either place. I
get out and take my clothes off and toss them on the seat.  Surprising me
Ray gets out too and gets an old blanket from the trunk. He comes around
and drops the blanket, saying, "I did my girlfriend, Maryanne, on a blanket
outside last week; we were at Kent park and it was so cool. You can kneel
on this to suck my cock."


As I'm getting on my knees and spreading the blanket out a little, Ray
says, "With you I'm not even using a condom so it's a smoother process; the
babe rolling a condom on my dick sorta brings everything to a halt, ya
know?" I mutter, "Uh huh," then, "Should I pull your shorts down, Ray, so I
can rim you?" He says, "Definitely, you're the only one who does that for
me and I appreciate it. It's one of the reasons I told Maryanne that you're
my favorite, and she got all pissed off naturally, heh heh. Just being
honest with her, ya know?" He talks too much during sex, so I don't
encourage him by answering every time he finishes his sentence with 'ya
know?' or, 'right?'. He's still wearing the basketball shorts he wore in
the game, so I guess his street clothes are in the satchel I carried for
him. The basketball shorts are baggy, made of some silky material with an
elastic waistband, so I pull them down along with his jockstrap and there's
his sweaty mushroom-headed cock looking innocent enough now, but when Ray
gets sexually aroused, it's amazing how much that cock head swells up.  Ray
casually gets his fingers around his cock and wipes the mushroom head it on
my face, saying, "I like the way you show me respect, Dylan. You know, by
accepting your role, especially during sex, but in other ways, too. You
show what I consider an appropriate deferential treatment all girlfriends
should have for their man, ya know? And, um, or boyfriend should show their
man. You know what I mean, right? For example, I can't imagine most gays
would put up with me doing this," as he pushes the mushroom head of his
cock under my nose, saying, "But you accept it because your man wants to do
it and that impresses the hell out of me. Maryanne could learn a lot from
you like I tell her all the time."  His cock has a sweaty feel and smell,
but it's not offensive to me; I like penises when they're on guys my own
age. Ray drags it across my forehead, saying, "I'm getting a hard-on from
doing this, which is why I'm still doing it," and he pushes his cock in my
hair, adding, "And, may I tell you, you have a damn pretty face, too. It's
great having a girl, er, boyfriend as good looking as you." I mutter,
"Thanks, Ray," not really paying much attention to his ramblings. I can
feel his cock getting harder, which reminds me of the time Robby tied me up
and put a gag over my mouth. He got a hard-on by wiping his cock on my
buttocks. Skin against skin is sexy. He says, "Ya wanna start licking my
balls now, Dylan?" I blink my eyes realizing Ray's been getting me in a
trance like Ryan could do routinely without even trying. Ray's not trying
to get me in a trance-like frame of mind, he isn't aware I get into
trances. Ryan was of course, because he used to get in them too, when he
was being submissive to those sickos who dominating him in the past.


With Ray rubbing his cock in my hair, I lick his sweaty nuts which is
obviously a submissive thing to do, so I really get into it. His pubic
hairs are damp with sweat, which shouldn't surprise anyone since he just
finished a full court basketball game. My nose rubs in his pubic hair as
I'm lapping his nuts. I lift his scrotum and lick his ass crack a few
times. Ray's clean down here like Robby was last night, and guys doing the
rimming appreciate the consideration of our sex partner's keeping their ass
clean. Maybe I can't include all the gay guys who rim because there may be
a few who have a poop fetish. Something called Rule 36 says there's a
fetish for everything. How they know that, I couldn't tell ya.  When I lick
just his rosebud anus repeatedly I hear Ray groan and move his feet, then I
feel a plop of his precum on top of my head. Ray mutters, "Oops," then
smears it around with his now hard cock. My cock is getting quite hard,
too. It's uncomfortable bending my neck back to rim Ray so I go back to
sucking on his nuts and he moves his boner down my face, streaking it with
precum, and then pushing it at the side of my mouth. I take his boner from
him and put it in my mouth as another bubble of precum drools on my
tongue. The head of his cock is fairly large but I can still feel it
enlarging as I suck it. Ray's making his, "Ssssss," sound now so he's going
to be pushing this big mushroom head up my ass any minute now. And, right
on schedule a long, "Sssssssssssss, aaaah," from Ray, then, "Okay, Dylan,
stand up now. I want to try something I did with Elliot once last year." He
occasionally talks vaguely about him and Elliot and I've always been pretty
sure Ray was doing the fucking, and now he just confirmed it. There was a
small chance that maybe since it was his older brother, or more likely his
half-brother, Elliot might be doing the fucking, but that doesn't appear to
be the case with those two. Ray's consistent, fer sure. I get on my feet
and he turns me around with a hand on each of my shoulders. I like being
fucked standing up; it's a different feel, a very sexy way to fuck
actually. Ray's face is a little flush as he's asking, "Is this what you've
been hoping for?" My cock is hard up against my belly as I grunt, "Yes,
Ray, it is. You fuck me awesomely." His mushroom-headed cock is at my anus
as he mutters, "Lets see how you like it this way. Elliot sure did, that's
for damn sure." He presses the cock head against my asshole and I feel the
lips spreading slowly. It gets to hurting and I grunt, "Ow, that hurts,
Ray." He says, "Sorry, but it's your job to accept it and give pleasure to
your man." Oh great, he's back with that 'my man' shit. I mutter, "I know,
I know," and then my anus spreads further and the mushroom is inside my
ass. "Ooooh, mmmmm," Ray moans, "Feels damn good in there, Dylan. I'm
psyched so I'm gonna fuck you good tonight," and he wraps his arm around me
and grips the wrist of his left arm with his other hand and slowly pushes
that enormous mushroom head up my ass while holding me tightly against his
chest. Oh god, do I feel filled up back there with Ray's big cock.


The side of his forehead is against the side of my head as his cock goes
inside me plowing a wide channel up my rectum. I can visualize my rectum
wall expanding for the large head and then receding around the smaller
shaft of his cock. It hurts going in the first time, but this will make it
easier to take Ryan's big cock in the future. Unlike with Robby, I do think
about other fucks when Ray's fucking me. When I'm with Robby I only think
about him. Ray's pubic hairs flatten against my buttocks, and he mutters,
"This feels awesome on my cock, better than in Maryanne's pussy. I'll
probably be doing you this way frequently. Do I have enough cock to suit
you, baby?" I grunt, "Hell yeah," and he gives the side of my head a kiss,
then asks, "What kind of bath gel do you use, Dylan? You always smell so
damn good." I tell him, "Different ones, but mostly men's Dove soap bars."
He asks, "Is your ass feeling okay now, baby?"  Being called baby doesn't
sound much better coming from Ray than it did coming from Willie, but it
always sounds sweet coming from Robby. I say, "It's feeling real good now,
Ray. Thanks for letting my ass get used to your huge cock." He wants to
know, "Have you ever had a bigger cock fuck you?" I say, "No way, Ray,
yours is the biggest." That's what he wants to hear and it might even be
the truth, although I didn't give it much thought. He slowly pulls his
boner back until the widest part of the mushroom head is distending my anus
lips feeling so freakin' sexy. Then the smoother ride back up and an
immediate pull all the way back, and I go, "Mmmmm, that feels good, Ray."
He starts fucking me steadily now and I'm soon writhing in his arms,
moaning and making the typical ass of myself I usually do, but the
sensations are exploding in my rectum and my cock is tightening more and
beginning to lift away from my belly on its way to sticking straight out
from me. Ray's grunting with each hard drive up my ass slamming his crotch
into my buttocks making the, "Slap, slap, slap," sound of skin against
skin, but it seems quieter than usual because we're outside. It's like a
smooth piston pumping inside of me. His hips rhythmically thrusts that
monstrous boner up my ass and then immediately withdraws has my shoulders
shuddering and the back of my head bouncing off Ray's shoulder. My cock's
vibrating and tingling with hundreds of sensors and that combined with
awesome sexual sensations in my rectum are close to torturing me with too
much pleasure as I continually writhe in his arm in a fog of his unique BO
scent. My balls are hard as ball bearings at the top of my scrotum when Ray
yells, Aaaaah," and a flood of cum invades my ass drooling out past the
shaft of his boner. My feet come off the ground as Ray arches his back
groaning, and more cum from his balls gets pumped up my ass, and then I
squeal at the sexual thrill of orgasm as cum flies from my cock forming a
high arc because, with Ray bending over backward like this, it's like I'm
firing my cum up in the air. My body is shaking so much as I squeal again
with another arc of cum, Ray puts me down and goes back to pumping his cock
up my ass in his own spunk that feels creamy in my rectum.  "Aaaah," from
me with more shoulder shudders as three short spurts of my cum leave home
forever. My first long string of cum hit the passenger door of Ray's car
and I watch it in a daze of sexual pleasure as it drools down the side.

Ray's done for now and he pulls out, breathing hard, "You got a bucket of
spunk in your ass, baby, a goddamn bucket of it. Wow, did I have an awesome
orgasm. It's never this hot with Maryanne, but that's got something to do
with her not appreciating my cock as much as you do. Ya wanna suck it for
me, baby?" as he rubs my head affectionately. I shrug, but go down on my
knees and suck his messy cock. It's covered with cum, which I suck off and
then lick his nuts again, lift them and lick his ass. Then suck his balls
into my mouth one at a time as he rubs my shoulders and moans quietly. He
gets another boner, muttering, "Why don't you get on your hands and knees
on that blanket and I'll fuck you some more." I'm up for that so I comply
and Ray slides his big cock back up my ass again. My ass is still wide
open, and even though his mushroom head hasn't reached the size it was
during the first fuck, it's pretty big just the same. Ray gets into it good
fucking me doggy style for a long time, then wants me to stand up. As I
stand his boner pulls all the way out of me. When I'm on my feet, he lines
it up and his cock goes back up my ass, then he really plows my ass with
both of us feeling a second climax coming on. Ray's apparently determined
to bring his on and my ass takes a beating, but it feels so sexy being
fucked this hard and this long. My second climax gets me making a shrill
squeal as three little spurts of cum shoot out feeling like a lot more. My
shoulders are shuddering again, and, God, I love a second climax! Ray
grunts and makes breathy noises as he cums again, clutching around my waist
with the side of his face pressed against my shoulder. It almost sounded
like a whine from Ray when I feel the extra wetness in my ass. He stays
inside me, holding me and trembling a little for a few seconds before
letting out a long breath, saying, "Holy shit, two orgasms in a half hour."
When he pulls out I notice the hurt, and like the last time Ray fucked me
this much, I'm walking bowlegged with my ass pushed out because that
relieves some of the hurt inside me. What a weird feeling to be hurting
inside my rectum. I ask, "Is your cock sore, Ray?" He laughs, "You're damn
right it is, but I gotta take care of my boyfriend, don't I?" He's in a
good mood feeling like a stud fucking two orgasms out of his boyfriend in a
half hour, and I guess he is too. I don't remember ever having two orgasms
that quickly. Of course it helps that I had zero sex yesterday and Ray
probably hasn't fucked since the last time he did me.


Ray pulls up his pants, then puts the blanket in the back seat, saying,
"Don't get dressed, baby, I'm feeling like a make-out with my
boyfriend. Get in the back seat with your man." When I'm in the car, Ray
gets in and closes the door. Then says, "First clean my cock, but do it
gently, it's sore." I get between his legs kneeling on the floor and suck
his cock for a few minutes. When he says, "That's enough, it's starting to
hurt." I get up on the seat, sitting on the blanket, and Ray feels my body
all over, saying, "I'm really getting attached to this body of yours. It's
not especially muscular, but I don't know, it's like one of those Greek
statues. The Greeks' statues of males were often nude. The Greeks were
always nude during athletic events, and the Olympics, too. That must have
been cool, ya know? They had parties in the nude too, drinking wine and
carousing. I've read a number of books on the Greeks because they're
fascinating. Antiquity's fascinating in general. Anyway, your body is
perfectly proportioned and it's maybe the best body I've ever seen, and I'm
fucking this body, ain't I?" I go, "You sure are, Ray, you got me walking
bowlegged again."  He chuckles, "I can't stop. You've got a magic ass. It
feels like your rectum is squeezing my boner, it's awesome." He pulls my
head to his and we kiss and I feel his whiskers and notice his scent. I was
getting so used to his BO I didn't notice it much during the second fuck,
not until thinking about it just now. His arms are around me and we get
into a great make-out. It's funny Ray's so into making out with me now when
two weeks ago, he wouldn't even kiss a boy on the cheek, never mind get
into a full blown make-out. My cock gets firm, but it doesn't reach boner
status. Ray's doesn't either, but he keeps the make-out going for a long
time as he constantly rubs the palms of his hands over as much of my body
as he can reach. I'm totally comfortable being naked even though Ray has
his clothes on, and I love making-out, so this is great. Of course I'd
prefer doing this with Robby or Ryan, but Ray's damn good at it, too. He
finally has had his fill of me and grins, asking, "Did I give you enough of
everything you like tonight, baby?" I go, "I'll say, Ray, it was great." He
gives my ass a smack as I'm getting out of the back seat. When I'm dressed
and Ray in the driver's seat, he says, "Send a text to Bean that we won't
make it to Al's tonight." I say, "Sure thing, Ray. Um, should I tell them
why we can't make it?"  He laughs, "Yeah, okay. You want them to know I've
been pleasuring you all this time, don't you?" I say, "Nooo! That's not
it. I just meant it's a little abrupt saying, 'We're not coming,' without
some reason." He says, "They don't need a reason, but if you want to give
them one go ahead." I text, 'Sorry guys, but Ray wants me to tell you we
can't make it to Al's tonight. We got mixed up with something and the time
got away from us. Dylan'


Ray drops me off without a goodnight kiss. We do the posse's fist bump
routine instead. He pulls away in his car and I'm going up the steps with
soreness in my ass, but sexually satisfied. It's a different kind of
satisfied than I feel after sex with Robby or Ryan. The sex is different,
too. Sex is hot with almost anyone you like who knows what they're doing,
but without love involved it's just a different thing all together. Ray's
taking partial care of my sex drive, but only partially. Robby's always
wonderful and consistent, but I'm missing Ryan. Seth and Ray combined can't
come close to what Ryan does for me. I mean, I'm glad I have Seth and Ray,
plus Robby's always my touchstone where sex and love are concerned, he's
awesome, but for the rest, it's just not as good as it was with Ryan.


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


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