Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 14:28:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter  34  DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO/2

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO



				Chapter  34



			     by Donny Mumford




My sore ass is sticking out as I go up the
concrete steps to my condo, taking each step bowlegged. Ray just dropped me off
after our so-called non-date, which is how Ray thinks of it; first the
basketball game, then sex. He really fucked my ass hard and long this time, not
that I'm complaining. He fucked two orgasms out of both of us within a
half-hour. I think that's a first for me in that short of time, and he claims
it's definitely a first for him. Hopefully I'll be able to walk normally
tomorrow at work, but for now I need to do it bowlegged to reduce the soreness
inside me. Not only did Ray fuck me into this bowlegged way of walking, we also
had an intense make-out afterwards. It's interesting that we're getting sexually
turned-on from making-out because I never expected to find myself attracted to
Ray emotionally, as initially, it was strictly for the sex. Ray has always said I
had a 'thing' for him, meaning I've always thought he was hot and I wanted him
to fuck me. With Ray you never know how his brain is functioning, but I'm
beginning to think he might be right in this case. I guess I have always thought
of him as sexy and maybe I did have a secret desire for him to fuck me, although
I sure made it hard for him to do it until the last couple of weeks. Okay, the
sex and making-out is getting steamy hot and sexy, but there's no love involved
that I know of, and that's both a good thing and a bad thing. It's good because
I'm already in love with Robby and Ryan, and bad because some pizzazz, some pop,
is missing in sex without love. For now though it's helpful that Ray's satisfying
some of my sexual needs, although I still look forward to Ryan taking over as
soon as he can. He's still stuck in Georgia claiming to be lonely and missing
our sex together as much as I am. Hopefully he won't resort to being a sex toy
for some dominant asshole 'top' like he was before meeting Robby. Oh yes,
Robby... it's so wonderful having Robby as a constant in my life; our love for
each other is stronger and more important to me then ever before. Sex on the
side for me is a mere hobby compared to how I feel about Robby.



In my bathroom I drop my clothes on the
floor and take a long shower. I'm concentrating on shampooing Ray's precum out
of my hair and scrubbing his cum off my ass and the back of my legs.  Then
scrubbing my biceps that smell like Ray's BO from when he was fucking me with
his arms around me and holding my back tightly to his chest and driving his
major-league cock up my ass. He's a strong kid, fer sure! Tomorrow is Thursday,
which is the last work day this week for us as we have Friday off to celebrate the fourth of
July holiday. A short week, but we'll need to work late a few days next week
catching up on the jobs we would normally do Friday. And oh yeah, I almost
forgot... tomorrow after work Seth and me have our second date. My ass better
heal fast because I know Seth's looking forward to fucking me again. He's very
cute, but he's had little luck when it comes to sex. That's surprising, but
true, and it's due mostly to the fact there were no kids his age involved in his
daily activities since dropping out of high school three years ago. All the
workers at the masonry company he worked for were older men, so the only sex
Seth has had for a few years now was with strangers, probably in public
lavatories, although he's never specifically said that. Strangely, there wasn't
much heat for me from the sex with Seth, which is another surprise. He has sexy
whiskers, although he shaves them except for a small patch at the end of his
chin. I'm going to subtly suggest he try the two-day growth look, meaning he
grows out his whiskers a little and maintains it that way. A lot of men seem to
be rocking that look lately. It's a fashion statement I guess, but my interest
is seeing if I get a little heat from having sex with him when he has whiskers.
Lee's and Ray's whiskers sorta turn me on, which is a recent phenomenon for me as I used to dread the thought of whiskers. I've never had sex with Lee, but I'm
thinking it might be hot if I ever do take him up on his offers to plow my rear
end, as he puts it. And I'm thinking, how 'bout that kid, Sonny! Jeez, that kid's got some balls on him. He actually got on my lap in front of Mark and his own brother grinding himself into me, giving me a boner. Well, we were in the back seat and Devon was embarrassed enough to yell at Sonny to stop bothering me.  It was kind of embarrassing to me too. Wait a minute... I thought Jameson was Sonny's brother. What the fuck? Hmmm, I'll have to check that out, maybe I got it wrong. My ass doesn't hurt much after healing overnight, so
that's a blessing. My ass didn't hurt me the day after Ray fucked me into
walking bowlegged last time either. After my morning ritual in the bathroom, I
get dressed and make a cup of coffee in the Keurig machine and drink it on the
balcony smoking a cigarette, thinking about how hanging with Ray and the posse is
cutting down on my smoking. Then Chubby comes in carrying our lunch, he waves at
me and then makes a mug of coffee for himself and joins me on the balcony. We
say 'good morning' with a hug, and I sneak a kiss on his cheek like I usually
do.


Chubby asks, "What'd ya do last night,
bro?" and I mutter, "Oh, I watched Ray's basketball game with my new friends,
and messed around with Ray afterwards. What'd you do?" He blows smoke out,
saying "Worked until eight o'clock and then watched a Red Sox game on TV with a
couple of the guys that MJ's girlfriends date. Kinda boring actually. What's it like
hanging out with Ray's so-called posse?" I go, "It's kind of fun, to be honest
with you. They're mostly regular guys who are into regular stuff: dating,
sports, and hanging out, like most kids do. I like them, and surprisingly they
don't seem any more childish than you or me, or the college kids at Merrimack."
I try flicking my cigarette butt off the balcony, but instead it goes into the
flower pot of pansies mom has on the balcony. Chubby grins at that, saying,
"Yeah, I guess there's no real reason those kids should be different from most,
except Ray's their leader. I always assumed they'd all be as big a flake as Ray
is." I tell him, "You'd be surprised at the number of kids who don't think Ray's
a flake. Like his teammates on the summer league basketball team, or the guys
Ray and the boys play softball with almost every Sunday, and his posse and their
families. Others too for all I know. He has an unusual personality, but aside
from that he's basically a good student in school, a pretty good athlete, and
not a bad guy generally speaking once you get to know him." Chubby shrugs, "He's
always seemed like a flake to me. Are you having sex with him?" I go, "That's
too personal a question," and Chubby mutters, "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Hey,
it's your life, Dylan, and if you're happy, then I'm happy for you. You can't do
anything wrong in my eyes, bro." I say, "Thanks, Chubby. I feel the same way
about you. Hey, do you want to join us for a softball game some Sunday?" He
shrugs again, saying, "I like softball, so maybe I will. It'll be surprising as
hell if I find I've been wrong about Ray all these years though." I mutter, "You
probably won't change your mind totally, but you'll see the other guys are quite
normal, except they all look up to Ray because that's how it's been since they
were little kids." Changing the subject, Chubby points to the lunch bag on the
kitchen table, saying, "Turkey sandwiches with lettuce and lots of mayo, two
each, I bought the vanilla cupcakes we like, three each, kosher dill spears, and
sixteen ounce bottles of Snapple peach iced tea." I go, "You always make the
best lunches, Chubby." He's like, "I'm just trying to impress my big
brother."


Finished with our coffees, we head out to work.
We get there and discover we're doing big lawns today so both mowers are on the
truck which means Seth and me can't see Homer and Chubby on the other side of
the truck bed, and more importantly, they can't see us. Seth's looking cute as
hell this morning with his new short, pale blond haircut. So, when we're flying
noisily down the highway to the first job site, I cup his ear and yell, "You
look so cute with that haircut. Are you used to it yet?" and then I stick my
tongue in his ear. He laughs, then cups my ear yelling, "Yeah, I'm already used
to the haircut. It doesn't look as short as it did at first," and his tongue
goes in my ear. I go to cup his ear again, but instead get my arm around his
 neck pulling his head over and put my nose against the side of his
forehead inhaling his sexy aroma. Damn, he smells almost as good as Ryan. Then I
give the side of his forehead a long kiss just because I feel like it. His arm
goes around my neck now and our lips come together for a deep kiss that raises
boners on both of us. I don't know what's gotten into me this morning. After the
kiss Seth yells in my ear that he's got the hardest boner ever. I yell back into
his ear, "You should save it for after work today; it might come in
handy."


Our boners go down before we arrive at the
first job site, and as we're getting weed whackers out of their secure place on
the truck, I say to Seth, "You know what I think would be sexy on you?" He asks,
"What?" and I say, "Let your beard grow out for maybe two days, and then keep it
that length with a beard trimmer, that's what." I wasn't actually all that
subtle, but what the hell. He stops and looks at me, asking, "Really? You think
that's sexy?" I go, "Lets try it and see." He's like, "Sure, for you I'd grow a
fu manchu or anything else you wanted." I go, "Forget the fu manchu thing, but
try the whiskers thing as a favor to me." He nods and that's that. Like I said,
I wasn't very subtle, but it worked. Damn, this will be a cool experiment. Today
proves to be a little grueling work-wise, but even so Homer's smiling more
lately and he's been more chatty this week, so maybe he isn't going to quit
after all. At lunch, Homer says to Chubby, "Aren't you going to do the question
and advice thing with Lee?" Lee says, "Jeffrey and me were goofing around with
something while trimming the hedges." We all have our lunches and we're sitting
on a stone wall at a park eating them. Lee says, "Jeffrey, I've been a lot of
places, but I've never been in 'cahoots', have you?" Chubby says, "Hmm, no I
haven't, but I understand you can't go there alone. What state is cahoots in
anyway?" We groan and Chubby asks Lee, "Have you ever been in 'incognito', by
any chance? You probably wouldn't be recognized if you were." Lee chuckles and
takes a second to think of another one. Then asks Chubby, "Have you been in
'flexible', Jeffry? I think it's in Cambridge." Chubby says, "Yeah, I've been
there, but very rarely. I've been in 'doubt' occasionally too. How 'bout you
Billy Lee?" and they work that bit, but like Homer, I prefer the question and
answers with offbeat sexual overtones and 'F' bombs liberally thrown in. It's
fun working with these guys, and there's been absolutely no tension in our crew
since Derek got fired.


We work the afternoon lawns in very hot
weather, drinking large amounts of water to keep hydrated, and we're all sweaty
riding back to the shop after finishing for the day; we're sweaty and a little
worn out too. In the parking lot we unload, clean, and put away the equipment
and tools, then wash the truck, which we usually do on Fridays. It's almost five
o'clock when we're done. Robby calls us together and passes out pay checks for
last week, then says, "Super job today, guys. It's important that we got those
big properties done today because next week we have our regular schedule plus
all of Friday's smaller lawns to do. The barbecue at my house tomorrow starts
around noon. I hope you can all make it. At night we can see the fireworks on
the common from our back yard, so stay for that if you'd like. It's a pleasure
working with you guys, but we need to say goodbye to Homer. He's accepted a job
at, um, is it Friendly's, Homer?" Homer says, "It's the Pancake House, actually.
Ah, I liked working with you guys, but I'm better at working in air
conditioning." We all pat his back and wish him well, but he's actually not much
of a loss as far as being a worker goes. Not that he didn't try, it was simply
too hard for him as everything we use on the job is too heavy for Homer. So,
Chubby was right, Homer quit. The crew drifts away as Robby puts his arm across
my shoulders, and asks, "Do you want to get together tonight? I know I told you
I had to work, but as it turns out I just have to rent some portable tables and
chairs from Taylor Rental for tomorrow's cookout." I need to think quickly
because Robby doesn't know about Seth and me, "Um, yeah, but Seth and me, and
maybe Chubby are thinking about doing some candlepin bowling. Do you want to
come?" He says, "Sure, if you can wait until say eight o'clock. I'll be done by
then." So there's a change in plans, but I'm flexible. Seth and me will still
have time for some sexiness, and then we'll go bowling afterwards. Inside the
locker room, I ask Chubby, "You want to do some candlepin bowling tonight?" He
asks, "What time? I need to finish something for Mr. Foster first." I'm
changing out of my sweaty tee-shirt, mumbling, "Around eight o'clock with Robby
and Seth." Lee asks, "Can I join you guys?"  I say, "Sure thing, Lee," and
Chubby's like, "I'll be done before seven, Dylan, can we eat dinner about
seven-fifteen tonight?" I go, "That's perfect. Oh, and Seth's eating with us
again." I see Lee look over smirking at me, but I'm not sure what that means,
and Seth's understandably confused because I haven't mentioned bowling to him
yet. I  ask him, "You're okay with the bowling later tonight, right Seth?"
Seth's no dummy and he picks up on my 'later tonight' remark, meaning he and I
have plenty of time for some sexy play. He says, "Yeah, sure, but I suck at
bowling." I say, "If you suck, you'll fit right in," and finish changing into my
street clothes. Chubby's going directly to MJ's to work for her father so he
cleans up the best he can in the lavatory. Then, just before I leave with Seth,
Chubby asks, "Did Robby mention to you about our moms being invited to the
barbecue tomorrow?" I say, "Yeah, I texted mom and she's looking forward to it."
The moms used to come to the Wednesday cookouts the summer I worked for the
Dickers', so they became friends with Robby's parents. A Dickers' cookout is
always a good time, although without Dodger in the mix it'll probably seem
tame.


On the ride to my place, with Seth
driving, he asks, "When did the bowling thing come up?" I explain the situation,
how I couldn't turn down my boyfriend. Seth goes, "Man, I like Rob, and feel
kinda bad about, you know, doing this stuff, since you are his boyfriend and
all. Plus, I need this job; I don't want to get fired if he finds out about us."
I go, "Yeah, good point. Okay, let's not do anything sexy today and maybe I'll
say something to Robby about me considering the possibility of feeling you out
about sex. You know, like we haven't done anything yet and I haven't explored
the idea with you at all. That's basically what he did with his sex buddy,
Travis. He told me he was kinda thinking about it." Seth chuckles, then goes,
"You two have the most convoluted, um, arrangement I've ever heard of. But,
yeah, that's a good idea. What'll we do today?" I say, "Hang out like friends.
What else?" After cleaning up at my place we go to the mall and check out the
scene there, running into a kid Seth knows from his old neighborhood. His
neighbor is an African-American kid with the unlikely name of Delonte Christmas.
He's about six feet tall, nice looking, and skinny. Delonte's a cool,
high-energy kid who talks fast and funny. He and Seth reminisce about times they
had together before Seth moved out of his house, and it almost sounds to me like
they might have messed around a little, exploring their sexuality as younger
teens, but I don't pry into that interesting possibility. I wouldn't mind
messing' around with Delonte myself. Then Delonte's girlfriend shows up so maybe
I was wrong about Seth and him messing around. And, maybe I have sex on my mind
too much. Seth and I goof around a little with them for awhile, and then Delonte
and his girlfriend left for Bertucci's to eat dinner. Seth and I leave the mall and
head for Stop and Shop where I buy a whole chicken, bliss potatoes, French's
chicken gravy mix, and ears of early corn on the cob. That'll be our dinner
tonight. Back at the condo I put the grocery bag on the kitchen table, then Seth
and I somehow get into a bit of a make-out that gets pretty intense. He's hotter
sexually to me today then he was the other time we messed around together. When
our lips part, Seth, breathing deeply, says, "Just one more time, Dylan. Okay?"
I nod and he pulls my pants down to my knees, then his pants drop to his
ankles... so much for good intentions. Seth's already got a hard boner from our
make-out and mine's getting there quickly. His cheeks are puffed out and he's
snorting short breaths through closed lips with his hips subtly humping as we
look into each other's eyes. Then he grins and mutters, "It's crazy how horny I
am for you, Dylan." I nod again and turn around. Seth puts his cock right at my
asshole, his arms go around my waist putting pressure on my anus with his boner.
I feel the little puffs of air blowing from his mouth onto the back of my neck
as the wet head of his cock slowly spreads the lips of my asshole, and then it
slides inside me. I'm holding my breath to keep from moaning. Seth goes, "Ooooh,
God... mmmm, that feels so fucking good." He takes his arms from around my waist
and uses both hands to squeeze my butt cheeks, squeezing them
together to increase the sensation on his cock's head. His forehead rests on the
back of my shoulder, as a low moan escapes his throat, "Oooooh, mmmm," as he
slowly pushes his boner up my ass.


When Seth's boner is all the way inside me
I finally lets out a low, "Ooooooh, ummm, that's a nice feeling," Seth let's go
of my ass cheeks and gets both his arms around me just above my hard cock and
squeezes me back against him compressing my buttocks against his crotch and his
boner slides up my rectum another three-quarters of an inch as we both gasp,
"Aaaaahh, oooh." Seth's face is against the back of my head now, his breath
moist as he pants, highly aroused. Loosening his hold around me he withdraws his
cock and then slides it back in and again squeezes me back against him and it's
really hot and sexy the way he's doing it. He repeats the thrust followed by
squeezing me back against him a dozen times. The side of his face is against my
ear now with quiet grunts of pleasure from both of us each time he does the tight
squeeze around my waist. My cock is very hard and dripping precum as I move my
head back to slide my ear against his cheek. It feels like fine sandpaper as his
whiskers are just beginning to grow back after Seth shaved this morning. Seth's
doing this fairly slow fuck, savoring the sensations on his cock as his balls flop
against my buttocks each time he does the hard squeeze at the end of each
penetration. His scent is very noticeable and his body feels extremely sexy
against mine. Seth's arms are muscular from working with stones and bricks for
the better part of three years; his biceps bulge during the squeeze and I've
become docile in his strong arms. It's all very sexually arousing to me. He
fucks me slowly like this for three or four minutes, but once the urge to cum
gets stronger on him he picks up the speed of penetration and we're
 moaning louder with every thrust and withdrawal. I'm laying back against
him rubbing my ear and a little of my cheek against the side of his face; his
fine sandpaper-whiskers seeming very sexy to me. Soon, Seth becomes desperate,
making almost whining sounds as his orgasm builds. His hard cock slides easily
up my rectum as he fucks me faster and faster and it's a race to see who cums
first. My rectum's alive with awesome sensations as the anus lips of my asshole
grips his fast moving boner. I'm right on the brink of it, and then it's totally
on me and sexual sensations swarm through my brain with my nuts pulsing, and I
squeal, "Eeeeeeee, aaaaah," as cum pumps from my boner in a big arc before
splashing onto the kitchen's tile floor spraying the bottom of the refrigerator
door. I'm squirming in his arms, moaning, "Uhn, uhn, uhn, aaah," as four fast
flying strings of cum streak from my cock; the back of my head back tight
against his shoulder. I get my hand around my sensitive organ and stroke it
fast, very tightly, with drools of cum running down my fist. Seth puts his lips
on the side of my face and blows a saliva-laden exhale as his hips slam into me.
He holds his crotch against my bare ass with cum pouring into my bowels, a lot
of it. Then more desperate thrusting from Seth, and more wetness inside me. Seth
has a good size cock for fucking without pain, while still creating plenty of
sexual sensations.

I'm limp in his arms as he continues
thrusting, but then he slows down and finally stops with his lips still against
my cheek near my ear. "Oooooh my God," moans Seth, "Oh man, oooh, that was
spectacular for me, Dylan, and I hope it was good for you, too," and he gives me
a long kiss on my cheek, hugging me again, and then rubs his nose on the side of
my head inhaling noisily. "You smell awesome, Dylan, oh my God, that sex was how
I dreamed and fantasized sex would be. It was perfect, and so are you," and
another kiss from him. I'm still enjoying the after effects of my climax, almost
depending on Seth's arms to keep me from falling. I manage to say, "It was
fantastic for me too, Seth. Really nice sex, and your cock is a winner." He
mutters, "Thanks, but it's your ass that's a winner." He lets go of me and
backs up, pulling his cock out as I do a quiet, "Mmmm." Seth wipes my ass with
his hand, "You're drooling cum, Dylan. I'll get a paper towel." I say, "Let's go
in my bathroom and clean up." We do that and then I put some Kleenex in my
jockey shorts  to absorb the drippings before pulling my pants and
underwear up. The trick will be to remember to take the tissues out when I stop
leaking, and do it before Robby and I get sexy together after bowling. That's
what Robby meant when he asks if I want to get together tonight; sex between us
goes without saying. Back in the kitchen I clean the cum off the tile floor and
then the cum spray from my first big shot of cum that reached the bottom of the
refrigerator door. Seth's looking really pleased and happy. I'm happy for him
and I feel pretty good myself, although I need to decide how to handle this as
far as Robby goes. We put the groceries away and then have a smoke on the
balcony. Seth accepts a cigarette, saying, "I'm doing good about not buying
cigarettes. Now all I've got to do is stop bumming them off of you." I go,
"Don't give it a thought, Seth. If you feel bad though, buy me a pack after
you've had twenty of mine. Not for my sake, but for yours." He goes, "Awesome
idea. That way I won't feel like such a mooch, and I'll be cutting down
drastically on my smoking at the same time." I mutter, "There ya go. It's not
like I smoke a bunch of these things myself, I have less than ten cigarettes a
day and I've promised myself I'll stop altogether when I graduate college." He
says, "Good plan. Hey, did I mention to you I started my college degree online?
It'll take a lot of time, but it's something I'm determined to do." I say,
"That's awesome, Seth!" Yep, I gotta admire him. He's a real self starter, but I
wonder how much he's motivated to get a college degree so he can throw it in his
father's face, like; 'See I don't need your help. I can do it
myself'.

My cell phone buzzes and the caller ID
indicates it's Manny. I say, "Hi, mister brainiac, whassup?" He goes, "Hey, hi,
Dylan. Nothing's up, but I wondered if you wanna hangout or something with Bean
and me?" I go, "I'm going candlepin bowling tonight with a few friends, Manny."
He says, "Cool, can we come? I've got my dad's car tonight." Hmmm, I never
thought of mixing the posse with my other friends. It'd be awkward as hell
telling Manny no, so I say, "Of course you can come. We're going to the
Framingham lanes. Do you want to meet us there or come over here?" He says,
"Bean and me will meet you there." I go, "Cool, say hi to Bean for me. I'll see
you around eight o'clock." He's like, "Good deal, Dylan. See you there." We end
the call with me feeling good about Manny and Bean wanting me to hang out with
them. Seth asks, "Who's Manny and Bean?" I explain, telling him they're a couple
of eighteen year old kids I do stuff with once in awhile, saying, "They're good
kids, but maybe a little immature at times." I felt I had to add that 'immature'
qualifier, although Seth just shrugs like it's no big deal; eighteen or nineteen
years old, what the difference? Yeah, why am I making such a big deal out of the
age discrepancy myself? Of course, if Ray was coming too, that might be awkward.  You know, three current sex partners of mine bowling together might. That might be a bit much.Oh yeah, I can ask Manny about who Sonny's brother is. That's got me a little mixed-up, unless somebody's pulling my chain. Also, tonight might be
a good time to ask Robby to play in the softball game Sunday. Maybe it'll help
when he sees Manny and Bean are just regular guys. Inside, I peel the potatoes and get them
in boiling water, when they're soft I'll make mashed potatoes with them. Then I
cut up the chicken explaining each step to Seth like I'm a chef on the food
network. Seth husks the corn as I make the gravy with the dry French's gravy
mix. It's not ideal using a gravy mix, but it's necessary when grilling chicken
because you can't use pan drippings like you can when you cook the chicken in
the oven. I use the mix plus Country Inn low-sodium chicken stock, instead of
water. Chubby comes in as I'm lighting the grille. He goes, "Hi, guys! Seth, you're looking
good with that flattop, dude." They bump fist and Chubby squeezes my hand,
asking, "How's my big brother doing?" I go, "Awesome, how 'bout you?" Chubby's
usually in a good mood, and always on Fridays with two pay checks in his pocket;
one from Dickers Landscaping and one from his part-time job. Also, we both got
the okay for our sophomore college loans, so that's taken care of for another
year. We're going deeper in debt, but that's the way it works for guys like us.
Robby, on the other hand, has his parents paying for his college education so no
debt for him.


The dinner turns out to be awesome and
between the three of us we eat the entire chicken except for the back, neck and
that plastic bag full of innards that I've never once in my life opened; it goes
right in the trash can first thing. Seth's full of smiles after our
extemporaneous sex, which somehow was hotter because we didn't expect to do it.
Sex with Seth is very different than sex with Ray, although both are basically
buddy fucks without love involved. I guess I have to admit Ray's big
mushroom-headed cock makes his sex hotter, but it's sweeter with Seth because
he's a sweeter guy than Ray. Ray's got all that 'my man' bullshit. Not that I
don't like both of them. Neither can compare with Ryan of course, and  sex
with Robby is my favorite except maybe for the rare times I do it with Chubby.
Chubby's in a class by himself. We take the Jeep and drive over to get Robby and
Lee before driving to the Framingham lanes. I'm in the shotgun seat with Chubby
driving. I mutter, "Um, a couple guys I hang-out with once in awhile are bowling
with us." Chubby asks, "Guys from Ray's so-called posse?" I say, "Yeah, they're
good guys, and we can have teams." Robby mutters, "Oh, that's great," and I'm like,
"Don't judge them before you know them, Robby." He unconvincingly says, "No
problem, Dylan, I'm good with it." Hmmm, maybe this wouldn't be a good time to
ask Robby to join us Sunday for the softball game after all. It's for a case of
beer though, so that will probably be something Robby's interested in, but still
I don't know which way it'll go. In the end Robby will probably do it as a favor
to me.


At the bowling alley we find Bean and
Manny, plus Dawg, already in their bowling shoes and they're ready for some
bowling. Big smiles from all three of them as we do the fist bump and hug, then
I introduce everyone to each other. Everything's cool so far. Chubby rubs
Bean's and Manny's heads, saying, "Dudes, I believe I'm related to your barber.
I recognize these haircuts." Bean says, "Yep, Dylan's an awesome barber. All the
guys go to him for haircuts now," and that reminds me I am supposed to call Mark
to accept his apology and offer him a haircut. I'm pissed at myself for not
doing that because, for some reason, I don't want to let Ray down. I get my
shoes from the guy behind the counter, giving him my sneakers, as Chubby's
saying, "This is my favorite part of bowling. Ya get to wear bowling shoes that
five hundred other guys have worn before you. He smells his before putting them
on. It's his foot fetish thing. I laugh, and as Chubby's organizing us guys into
two teams, I go into the lavatory to first take the tissues out of my jockey
shorts, then call Mark on my cell phone. He answers, "Yo, Dylan, wassup?" I go,
"Um, I should have accepted your offered apology last night on the way to the
basketball game and I'm sorry that I didn't. If you're still offering it, I
accept." He says, "Ray told you to call me and make up, didn't he?" Mark's got
to throw that in my face, he couldn't let it go. I say, "Yeah, he did, Mark, but
I wanted to anyway." He goes, "Okay, we'll accept each other's apologies. What
else ya got?" I say, "Well, as a member of the posse, any time you want a
haircut I, um, I'll be more than glad to do it for you." He's like, "Huh, Ray
straightened you out good about how we do things, I see. It's good to know he's
even-handed even where his gay boyfriend is concerned. Well okay then, how about
Saturday morning?" I say, "Sure, I'll see you then, Mark." He's gloating a
little, "How's it feel eating humble pie, Dylan?" I ask, "Whadda ya mean, humble
pie?" He says, "You know, finding out you're just one of Ray's posse, and
nothing special. You do what you're told like everybody else. Ray's fucking your
brains out, but that doesn't mean you get special treatment. You're still just a
rookie posse member." This kid is such a dick! I mumble, "I've never expected
special treatment from Ray or anyone else, Mark. I'll see you around noon on
Saturday, okay?" He goes, "Yeah, I'll be there." and he hits his 'end' key. What
an asshole, but I'm not gonna let it ruin my night.


As I walk from the lavatory to the lanes,
Chubby yells over to me, "It's you, Lee, Seth, and me against Robby, Bean, the
Dawg man, and Manny." Oh great, Robby ends up with all three posse members on
his team! I walk over asking, "How'd you determine the teams?" Chubby goes, "The
regular way, drawing names out of a hat." I shrug and sneak a glance at Robby,
who seems okay with things as he commiserates with his teammates. He just
naturally assumes he's the captain and the other guys seem fine with that. The
first game's a total romp, meaning Robby, Bean, Dawg, and Manny kicked our asses
by eighty pins. Robby sucks at bowling like Chubby, Lee, Seth, and me except his
competitiveness makes him try harder while my team more or less goofs around for
the fun of it. Manny and Bean are both very good at candlepins, and Dawg's okay,
so they must do this regularly. Chubby says, "Okay, you guys squeaked out a
victory, but we're coming right back at you; we're gonna be in your face. Get
ready to be humiliated, dudes." We all throw a couple of practice balls as
Manny's telling us about a kid who he says, 'defenestrated'. Everyone stops in
their tracks and looks at Manny. Bean asks, "What language are you speaking in
now, Manny?" then turning around and telling the guys, "Manny speaks three languages." Manny laughs,
"That was English, Bean. Don't you remember that crazy Bill Barnes throwing
little Bobby McGee out the window at school? Broke his arm, I think." Bean's
like, "Well yeah, I was standing right next to the window, but what's that got
to do with that word you said?" Manny says, "'Defenestrate' means throw a person,
or a thing, out a window." Chubby goes, "Get outta here! There's no word for
throwing something out a window." I take out my iPhone and Google the word.
"How's it spelled, Manny, ya brainiac?" He tells me and sure enough he's right.
Everyone looks over my shoulder and sees that Manny's right. Robby high fives
Manny, saying, "Way to go teammate!" Robby's team runs away with the second game, too. They're overdoing the high-fiving with each other, but it's great seeing
Robby beaming. He's so competitive, but it's working for me in this situation.
Robby likes to win so he's enjoying the posse boys. I get Bean aside, saying,
"Ask Robby to play softball Sunday. He's on the college baseball team and we
wanna win that case of beer." A little later I see Bean lean over and talk to
Robby, who's sitting, taking off his bowling shoes. Robby grins and nods his
head, then Bean pats Robby on the back. Okay, something went my way for once. It
takes longer to play each game when eight guys are involved so that's why we've
decided to quit after two games. After exchanging the bowling shoes for our own,
the posse boys and I do the fist bump routine and they say their goodbyes to
Robby, Lee, and Chubby. Manny and Bean both saying, "See ya Sunday,
Rob."


We drop Lee off, then Chubby drops off
Robby and me at Robby's house, saying, "Have fun, boys," and he drives himself
home. Robby and I look at each other for a few seconds. He says, "Guess what?"
and I'm like, "What?" He goes, "I'm playing softball with you guys, Sunday. Bean
asked me to because he says you guys need a ringer to make sure you win the case
of beer." I act surprised, "No shit! That's great, Robby. It'll be fun! Those
guys were regular guys tonight, right?" He says, "Yeah, you were right about
that. Anytime I can play softball, I'm doing it. Love that game." Man, this
worked out great. Robby squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "My parents are in
bed so what do you say we mess around in the pool house?" I nod my head fast
like Ryan does, a big smile on my face, and walk down to the pool house with
Robby's arm across my shoulders and me walking real close to him. Robby unlocks
the door and we go in, but he doesn't turn on the lights. Looking out the
windows across the side of the pool house, which overlooks the
pool, I see the sky is full of stars and
we can see each other from the light of the moon. Robby rubs my head, saying,
"About time for another haircut, Dylan." I go, "It's only been a couple of
weeks, Robby." He pinches the hair near my ears, "This is looking a little
shaggy touching your ears, and anyway I like cutting your hair. I missed doing
it during our threesome days so tomorrow morning you're getting a haircut." It's
so cool that Robby's retained some of his bossiness from those threesome days he
mentioned. I mumble, "Okay, Robby, tomorrow morning." Something as minor as
Robby telling me when to get a haircut is all it takes to activate my submissive
side as I stare into Robby's eyes. He mutters, "Yep, let's say around ten
o'clock." Now that that's settled, he goes, "Take off your shirt so we can feel
each other's bodies as we make out," and he pulls his Polo shirt over his head.
I do the same, dropping my tee-shirt in a chair. Robby wiggles his finger for me
to come to him, which I do, and he wraps his arms around my back pulling me
tightly against his chest and it's so wonderful feeling his bare chest against
mine. My arms go around him and our lips comes together for such a sweet lover's
kiss my cock's immediately responding. Robby's hand drops down to squeeze the
stiffening organ between my legs. I'm so sexually aroused being with him my body
shudders as my lips slide against his cheek, and I moan, "Ooooh, Robby, I love
you so much." He fondles my cock getting his lips back on mine and his tongue
joins the party. Tongue against tongue is so sexy and from my throat comes an "Mmmmmmm." Then, moving my head to rub foreheads with him, my nose presses
against his cheek inhaling his scent, "Mmmmmm." Our lips and tongues rub
together and we make-out for awhile with our bodies squirming against one
another as Robby continues massaging my cock, and as I groan with pleasure, I
buck my hips and a squirt of cum shoots off in my pants. Robby's other hand
squeezes past the waistband of my underwear to massage my left butt cheek and
then his finger pokes inside me. I moan past his tongue, "Aaaaaah," when his
finger goes in, then, Ooooh, mmmm," as he rubs my prostate gland. My arms go
around his neck now as my orgasm grows. His scent, the feel of his bare chest
and arms, our tongues licking each other, his cock massage and prostate
stimulation combine to create incredible sexual arousal in me. My lips slip off
Robby's to press against his cheek and I blow out a saliva-ladened breath on his
cheeks, squealing, "Ooooh, aaaah!" Then another hump of my hips against his hand
as cum's streaming from my cock. A long string of cum and then, "Ummm, ooh, umm,
Robbby," as three more spurts splatter my underpants. Robby pulls his finger out
of my ass and lets go of my boner, saying, "You're the sexiest boy on earth,
Dylan. I almost climaxed getting you to have an orgasm." He steps back picking
up a rag from the table and wipes his finger, saying, "Pull your pants down,"
but I clutch him in my arms instead and kiss his face in a number of places,
mumbling , "I love you more than anything." He kisses me back, saying, "I could
listen to that all day long, baby," and another kiss, then, "Pull your messy
pants down, Dylan." They're messy alright, as my orgasm was a big one, but now the
only thing I can hope for is a spurt of a second orgasm from Robby fucking me,
or at least a phantom climax that feels almost like a real one. Phantom orgasms
happen mostly in your mind and then are transferred to your dick.


Pulling my pants down, I get a couple of
loud slaps on my ass from Robby, who says, "I'll pull my pants down too so you
can do some of that oral sex you're so good at." I get on my knees, then reach
behind me and pull my shorts and wet underwear off completely. When Robby's
pants are down to his knees, I take his cock in my fingers and stroke it, then
put it in my mouth and tongue the head until his penis is firm. Then I lick from
his balls to the head of his cock a number of times, and Robby goes, "Pheeeew,
oooh." When his cock's a hard boner sticking straight out, I work on his nuts,
licking and sucking on them while inhaling his awesome smell. His balls are
dripping with my saliva now, so I stroke his cock, looking up at him, saying,
"We need to shave our pubes tomorrow too; they're scratchy. Um, am I giving you
a haircut too, Robby?" He goes, "No, you're the only one getting a haircut. I'm
letting my hair grow out enough for a flattop like you gave Seth, only not that
short." Well, that doesn't seem fair: me getting a haircut, but not him. It's
not that important though, and I'm getting off on his bossiness, so I just say,
"Okay, Rob," and realize I called him Rob. Maybe in honor of Ryan, or maybe it's
because Ryan can get bossy about things like my haircut, too. If I want those two
to be in charge I gotta expect to do what they say about little matters like my
haircut. My mind is back concentrating on sucking his cock, but there's no way I
can get his fat four-inch cock any harder than it is now, not outside my
ass anyway. Walking on my knees to get behind him, I spread his ass cheeks
and do a long lap up his clean ass with my tongue way out. He had a shower after
work so there's no acrid shit taste. There will be a little of that when my
tongue's inside his asshole, but I don't mind. Licking up the inside of his
right butt cheek, then the left brings a moan from Robby. Then I suck on the
lips of his anus until I feel his body shudder, and hear Robby go, "Mmmmm, gawd
that's a turn-on." Now I get the tip of my tongue past the rosebud lips and work
a bit to go in further. A slight hint of an acrid taste, but Robby's so
considerate he cleaned inside his ass a little, too. This is so sexy to me, so
awesomely submissive, although that unexpected spontaneous climax I had has
lessened my normal level of sexual arousal. I don't think Robby planned for me
to climax either, it seems we both got so hot for each other while making-out it just
happened. Robby's squirming now, then he steps away, going, "Jesus, I almost
blew my load on the floor. How 'bout standing up now, Dylan, and bend forward to
grab the table. I'm desperate to fuck you now."


Bending over with my hands on the edge of
the table, I look back at Robby and see he has the red blotch on each of his
tanned cheeks that he gets when he's sexually aroused like this. Two more hard
slaps on my ass, and that boy has a hell of a swing in his arm, leaving my
smacked ass quivering and stinging, covered with goose bumps. I do a quiet,
"Ow." He gets closer and lines his cock's wet, dripping head to my anus and
slowly applies pressure, then a little more until his cock is past my sphincter
muscle and we both go, "Aaaah." He pushes his cock up my ass faster than usual,
so he's obviously quite aroused from the make out and oral sex. I'm a little hot
from that too, except, like I said, my recent orgasm has reduced some of the heat
for me. Even so, Robby's boner in my ass feels awesome. He grips my hips and
pushes in the rest of the way leaning against my buttocks with a low, "Mmmmm,"
from him. He rubs my sides and massages my shoulders, quietly asking, "How's it
feel, baby?" Him calling me 'baby' is fairly new, but I like it because from
Robby it's a true term of endearment where from Willie or Ray, for example,
it's more of a demonstration of their authority, like they're the Alpha dog and
I'm their sex object... or something of that nature. They probably don't think
of it in those terms exactly, but if I were to mention it to them, they'd
probably agree with my conclusion. To Robby's question of 'How's it feel?' I go,
"Fantastic as always, Robby." He withdraws his boner until the sensitive lips of
my anus are distended, then Robby grabs my hips again to begin fucking me
steadily bringing alive all the pleasure spots in my ass. Immediately the tons
of nerve endings in my rectum, and my stretched anus, begin sending pleasure
signals to my brain. The rectum is a very sensitive erogenous zone and anal
intercourse, for those of us who can appreciate it, can't be beat. I'm doing my
quiet moans of pleasure right from the start and the pleasure sensations grow
and grow the longer Robby fucks me. Even after my earlier orgasm I'm able to
spring a nice pulsating boner and my balls are actually trying to manufacture
some sperm, although I'm not real hopeful. I look back at Robby who's sucking on
his lips making a, "Ump," sound with each thrust up my ass. I love looking at
his cute face and I love when he fucks me. His penetrations are slamming into me
now as he gets near orgasm, and I'm wishing that the "slap, slap, slap," sounds of his crotch
slamming into my ass cheeks could go on for hours. Pleasure in my ass, and from
my hard cock, have me squirming and moaning now, my head hanging between my arms
as all the sexy things about Robby fucking me brings on the familiar feeling of
climax, and just at that moment he's feeling his climax. He goes, "Ummmm," and I feel his stream of cum
inside my bowels, then more and it seems warmer inside me for a second, and then
the sloppy wetness sensation with Robby driving his boner up my ass as smooth as
can be; spunk is an excellent lubricant. It's drooling out onto my buttocks as
he continues thrusting. I go, "Ahh, oooh!" as a watery discharge shoots from my
boner. Probably just milky-colored fluid from my prostate because my testes
couldn't have had much to contribute. Just the one spurt, but it felt good.
Robby comes to a halt, a bit out of breath. He rests for a minute and then fucks
my ass lazily for another five minutes, mumbling, "Nothing feels as good to me
as fucking you, Dylan. I'm forever grateful to you for convincing me to do the
fucking. Way back, when you were fucking me, I thought nothing could be as good
as that, and certainly nothing better, but this is." He pulls his still hard
cock from my ass, asking, "Do you want to suck my cock a little more?" I nod,
muttering, "Sure," and turn around to get on my knees again. His cock goes in my
mouth and Robby asks, "Did you get off a second time, Dylan? I saw your body
stiffen and was hoping you had another orgasm." Taking his cock from my mouth
and holding it in my fingers, I say, "A small one, but it felt good," and go
back to sucking his cock clean. After a bit, Robby says, "Thanks, Dylan," and
backs away pulling his shorts the rest of the way off, adding, "Let snuggle on
this chaise lounge naked." We get on it together and Robby wraps me in his arms
and as we kiss, our bare chest and private parts squirming together, and we're
soon doing low moans of sexual pleasure again. My butt cheeks are wet with
Robby's cum, smearing on the chaise lounge cushion as we move in each other's
arms.


This goes on until we both have boners
again. Robby turns me over on my belly and slides his cock easily up my ass,
muttering, "It's messy back here, baby." Robby's between my legs fucking me
until he's grunting again, then lays on me with his cock impaling me, mumbling,
"I can't quite get to another orgasm and it's getting kinda late so we should
call it a night. It makes for long days when we get up as early as we do for
work," and he kisses the side of my face, asking, "Have I told you lately that I
love you?" I twist around with his cock slipping out of my ass, and when we're
chest to chest we make-out some more. When I'm with Robby very few random
thoughts enter my head; it's all about him. The side of our faces together, I
hug him tightly, muttering, "I love you more than you love me." He chuckles,
"That's my line, Dylan," we kiss again, then he gets up and holds his hand down
to help me up. Robby wets a hand towel and wipes the cum off my ass, and then we
put our clothes on. My cum soaked underpants go in the pocket of my shorts, as
Robby says, "I always feel so fabulously happy after we've had sex together.
There isn't anything that comes close to this feeling of elation I get from
having sex with you, and knowing how much you love me makes it perfect. We've
come a long journey together." Pulling my tee-shirt over my head, I say, "The
journey's just started, Robby. You and me forever." He goes, "It's fairly rare
for teenagers to stick with their first loves like we're doing." I go, "We're
fairly rare ourselves, Robby. We've been through a lot. Some ups and a few
downs, but our love endures all. It's simple: it's true love." He rubs my
shoulder, "You're so perfect, Dylan. The perfect lover and perfect friend with
the perfect ass and the perfect face." I go, "You're okay too, Robby." He
laughs, "Don't knock yourself out with the compliments." We hug and then a last
kiss before going outside to his pickup, hand in hand. Ah, love is
grand!


to be continued...  Donny Mumford  thinay20@yahoo.com


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