Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2014 05:22:06 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation 2, Chapter 52

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 52

by Donny Mumford

Monday morning I wake up early and discover I'm feeling wonderful.
Yesterday with Robby was so perfect, and helping the perfection is the fact we
had sex before and after
dinner. The dinner was fun as well as we ate out at 'Debbie's Southern Cooking'
in downtown Framingham and met another gay couple our age, Cole and Caleb. They
are an interesting and attractive gay couple, and there's something extra
special about Cole... he's very insightful, and has the same progressive
philosophy about buddy sex as I have. We both have our true love boyfriends,
but because we're young we feel it makes sense to taste the fruit offered by
others before committing solely to our true lovers. Robby and I call it 'sowing
our wild oats' although we're not at all sure what the original meaning of that
old saying is. Robby would have you believe I sow more wild oats than he does,
but I gotta wonder about that at times.

I had my shower last night so my bathroom routine this morning
goes quickly, and after getting dressed in Robby's clothes (the ones I borrowed
from him after our shower at his house yesterday afternoon) I go in the kitchen
and find Chubby grinning at me over his cup of coffee. I'm so glad to see his
cute face that I give him a big hug and kiss him on the lips, saying, "I
warned you, brother, I was going to start kissing you on the lips when saying
'good morning'." He laughs, "Yeah, you did, big brother, and I don't
mind a bit." I go, "You don't? Well, that takes a little of the fun
out of it, but only a little." As we drink our coffees we talk about what
we did over the weekends with both of us giving edited versions of our
activities. I make our lunch then: thinly sliced smoked turkey, lettuce, and lots
of mayo on bulky rolls, Cape Cod potato chips, individual-size cherry pies, and
ice cold sixteen-ounce Cokes. When lunch is made, we go outside and share a
cigarette with me carry the lunch bag. Chubby's excited, "I'm stoked about
our vacation next week! How 'bout you?" I go, "What do you think? I
can't wait to see Wildwood again. The beaches, the ocean, the food, and best of
all, the boardwalk." We talk about how much money to bring with us to
Wildwood as we drive to work.

At work Seth comes over to say hello while Chubby calls out to
Lee, and they're soon laughing about something. It's so cool when you like the
guys you work with and can actually have fun on the job. Seth says, "I'm
almost afraid to ask, but are we still on for tonight?" I squeeze the back
of his neck, saying, "Absolutely, Seth, I'm looking forward to it."
He grins, reminding me so much of Conner I feel obliged to give his shoulders a
hug, asking, "What'd ya do this weekend?" As we change into work
clothes Seth tells me he studied for his on-line college courses all day
Saturday, and then on Sunday he and his friend painted his friend's dad's
garage. Seth had dinner with his friend and his friend's family after that. He
said it was really nice eating home cooking, something he rarely gets to do
since he moved out of his house over two years ago. It makes me sad thinking
how much of a struggle Seth's life has been. I don't know what I'd do without
the moms and Chubby. They're my family and a very important part of my life.
Seth puts his hat on and then takes it right off to run his fingers through his
hair, saying, "It's been over three weeks since my last haircut, do you
think I need another one?" I think he wants me to say 'yes' so I run my
fingers through his extremely soft, dense hair and say, "Yes, I believe
you do, Seth." He asks, "Would you mind giving me a haircut after
work?" I go, "Of course not, I'd love to," and he hesitates,
then mutters, "Um, how about, you know..." and he rubs his crotch. I
grin, "You want a shave and a haircut, huh? That'll cost you double, you
know." He says, "Oh, two times nothing, huh? Oh, okay, it's worth it.
It's worth a hell of a lot more than that to tell you the truth." He's let
his whiskers grow out over the weekend so I feel them with my fingers,
muttering, "Ah, sexy," and he grins leaning against me. He's so
fucking likable it's almost ridiculous. I can hardly believe he has only the
one friend, but he claims it's because he quit high school before his junior
year so he's rarely been around kids his age.

On the blacktop Robby gives his crew a pep talk and then we begin
walking to the equipment garage, but Robby grabs my arm stopping me, and says,
"Yesterday was awesome, Dylan, I just wanted to tell you that, and, um, I
love you." He looks so cute I could kiss him right here, so I tell him
that. He goes, "I know what you mean because I feel the same way about you
and your cute face. What am I ever going to do next week when you're
gone?" I say, "Just think of our reunion date." He grins nodding
his head, "I'll memorize another song for you," and I go, "I
liked the other one about your `heart being owned by me'." He grins,
"Okay, I'll sing that to you. Um, I guess we better do our jobs for now,
see ya later, boyfriend." I give a little wave and jog to catch up with
the other guys. Today we need to do big properties so both big mowers are
loaded onto the truck, and during the half-hour ride to the furthest job today,
Seth and I goof around a little. He sits real close to me and squeezes my thigh
to get my attention, then grins and leans over to shyly kiss my cheek. I return
the favor, squeezing his thigh and giving his cheek a kiss. It's fun messing
around with Seth, but I've mixed emotions about showing him too much affection
because he's getting very attached to me and I'm so in love with Robby I feel
guilty that I might be misleading Seth into thinking we can become boyfriends.
That's not a concern with Ray or Sonny because they don't love me, even if
Sonny says he does once in awhile; he doesn't know what love is. As for Ray,
sometimes I'm not sure I even like him, never mind love him. His sex is hot,
but the novelty of it has mostly worn off for me by now. Sexual variety, if
kept on a buddy-sex level, is something I'm interested in, but I think Seth is
looking for more than buddy sex. It's my intuition that gives me that notion.
Still, Seth is a sweet, cute kid and I'm very fond of him so I need to do some
rationalizing about our situation, but not right now.

After a couple of thigh squeezes and cheek kisses by both of us, I
grin at him, cup his ear to shout over the noise of the truck, wind, and
traffic, "Thanks for the kisses, Seth, your lips are sooo sexy," then
I stick my tongue in his ear. He hunches his shoulders chuckling, then turns
his head and kisses the side of my mouth while cupping my crotch. I'm only
human so my arms go around his neck and our lips meet. Seth immediately has his
tongue in my mouth and we get into a mad make-out that springs boners on both
of us. I could use a tad more willpower, I suppose, but apparently none is at
my disposal at the moment. After we're done kissing, he cups my ear, shouting,
"I almost shot a load in my pants. You smell so sexy, Dylan, I can't wait
for what comes after work." I yell, "Yeah, me too, because, oh man my
dick is hard!" My hand knocks his hat off and I ruffle through his soft
hair as our faces come together again. This time he does what I did with Robby
last night, he puts a leg over my legs and sits on my lap facing me, with a
knee on either side of my legs and we're kissing, hugging and moaning like mad.
In short order we're humping our hips against one another. I sense my orgasm
coming on as Seth's whiskers rub against my baby face, then he grunts into my
mouth and humps his hips hard and I know he's cumming in his pants. He moans
and hugs around my neck with his face on my shoulder, his body trembling, and
then he humps his hips again as his body stiffens and he shoots more cum into
his underpants. I come close to losing it too, but the urge stops about a
second before I climax. We're both breathing deeply as Seth hugs me.

Oh man, this isn't good. I mean, come on, cumming in his pants on
the way to our first job of the morning? This brings back memories of Ryan in
back of this very truck only it was me cumming in my pants. Hmmm, what to do? I
absently rub the back of his head and he slowly lifts his face off my shoulder
to look at me. He's blushing like crazy and his eyes are wet. He mouths the
words, "I'm sorry, Dylan." I give him a hug and a grin, mouthing,
"It's okay," as he shakes his head slowly and gets off my lap to sit
next to me again. I put my arm across his shoulders and shout in his ear.
"Hey, it's happened to me too, Seth. It's okay." He's biting his lip,
then he cups my ear to say, "I make such a fool of myself when I'm around
you. I feel like such a loser, such a needy dork!" I squeeze his shoulders
and he lays his head sideways on my shoulder and that's how we sit for the rest
of the ride, with me patting his back and rubbing my fingers through his hair.
When we've arrived at a customer's property we sit up and I take my arm off his
shoulders as Seth puts his hat on and adjusts his wet underwear. To try
lightening up the mood, I grin asking, "How's it feel in your underpants
about now?" He tries not to, but he grins anyway, muttering, "Not
bad, actually. I'm thinking maybe I could use a little self-control around you.
What do you think?" I say, "Hmmm, I never thought of trying that
myself. Is that what we need?" Lee lets the tailgate down before Seth can
reply and I hear Jerry asking, "Ready for the ramp, Lee?" and our
workday begins. Seth and I manage to control ourselves for the rest of the day.
We totally poke fun at ourselves instead of getting sexy again. Riding between
jobs we're cupping each other's ear and shouting outlandish suggestions of
sexual feats we might try in the back of the truck. It gets us laughing our
asses off and hopefully it's helping Seth get over his embarrassment about cumming
in his pants. It's an awesome, fun workday. After work Seth gets shy again,
asking, "Should I come over now, Dylan, or later?" I go, "Hold
that thought, let me check with my brother." Chubby tells me it'd be great
if I can get a ride home with Seth so he can start his part-time job early.
"I'll be home for dinner tonight, Dylan, around seven, okay?" I say,
"Good as gold, Chubby. I'll get Seth to drive me to Stop & Shop and
get stuff for meatloaf." Chubby asks me to get stuff for him to make our
lunches tomorrow and then he takes off. I give Seth the thumbs-up, saying,
"It's you and me, buddy." After changing into street clothes Seth
drives us to the supermarket.

Inside Stop & Shop I do my usual boy-watching and spot a new
bag boy in the twelve-items-or-less lane. Holy shit, he's the first cute one I've
seen here in weeks! I'll get a closer look when checking-out our groceries. For
now I'm joking around with Seth by pretending I'm going to get a duck for our
dinner tonight, and as I check out the duck selection, Seth goes, "Really?
Duck?" I go, "It's only eighteen dollars. I'll do duck with orange
sauce." He shrugs looking doubtful so I chuckle and flip the duck back in
the meat case, saying, "Maybe not tonight. How about a prime rib? This
one's only forty-eight dollars." Seth goes, "Good deal, get that."
Okay, so he caught on to my kidding. I get serious and buy a combination
package of ground beef, veal, and pork for the meatloaf. Then I throw a bag of
wide Dutch noodles in the basket planning to serve them with butter and snipped
green onion, and then we pick out a nice fresh-looking zucchini to slice
lengthwise and cook on the grill with olive oil and garlic. What else? Oops,
there's a cute new produce kid, too. Hot shit! Whoever's hiring has finally got
their head out of their ass and hired some cute guys. Things are picking up
around here. In order to check out the new produce kid more closely, I say,
"Let's get stuff for a salad," and Seth's like, "Jeez, did you
see that cute kid loading the cucumber bin?" I go, "Nah, I'm not one
to gawk at others. It makes teens self-conscious." He says, "Oh, yeah
it does, I'm just saying he's cute." I head for the cucumbers section
staring at the kid working there. He looks to be a year or two older than me,
but still cute at his advanced age. As we walk Seth says, "I think I got a
rash from the cum in my pants this morning. It didn't totally dry until
lunch." I go, "Oh, you poor baby, I'll wipe some lotion on it when
I'm shaving your pubes." He says, "You'll give me another boner
talking like that." The produce kid has short, light-brown hair that's
just long enough to llie on his head and a nice tanned face with cute facial
features, but when I put my hand on his shoulder, saying, "Excuse me.
Could you help me with something," and he turns his head to look at me, I
notice a little mole on the very tip of his nose... from a distance I couldn't
see it. It's inexcusable that his parents haven't taken him for some plastic
surgery, or whatever it's called, to have that thing removed. It draws your eye
right to it. He gives me a cute grin, asking, "Help you with what?"
I'm distracted by that fucking mole, as I mutter, "Huh? Oh, um, can
pickling cucumbers be used in a salad?" He shrugs his shoulders to remove
my hand, so he's obviously not gay or he'd like the feel of my hand on him. I
take my hand away, as he says, "Man, I have no idea about pickling
cucumbers, or any other kind of cucumbers. I just stack them. Ask Matt, he's
the produce manager." I step back, freaked-out by that mole, "Oh, the
manager huh? Okay, yeah, thanks," I mutter and roll my eyes at Seth. He's
trying not to laugh, "You were staring at the mole on his nose, weren't
you?" I frown, "What mole? Come on, let's grab a tomato and a
pickling cucumber, I've got lettuce at home." After that we go to the deli
section for cold cuts and rolls, and then we're ready to check out. Seth's
grinning, mumbling, "You're fun to food shop with." We're in the cute
bag boy's lane for check out, but the kid finishes the order in front of ours
and then wanders down a few lanes to bag groceries for that register, and he
does it just as I'm loading my items onto the belt to be rung-up. Well of all
the fucking nerve! I get a good look at him when I'm walking by him on our way
out of the store. He's cute alright, but his name tag reads an unlikely 'Thor'.
Who the fuck names their kid Thor?

After our disappointing boy-watching experience at Stop &
Shop, Seth drives us to my condo where he acts shy again as soon as we're
inside. He doesn't bubble over with self-confidence, but who am I to talk?
Neither do I in unfamiliar surroundings. I say, "Make yourself
comfortable, Seth, I'm going to drop off the cold cuts at Chubby's condo. It's
right over top of my condo so I'll only be a minute." Before I do that I
get both of us bottles of Canada Dry ginger ale from the refrigerator, and then
leave Seth drinking his as I go outside and up the steps to Chubby and Tris'
place. The extra key is in their mailbox, as always, so I let myself in using
that, put the lunch meat and cheese in their refrigerator, then lock the door
and return the key to it's burglar-proof hiding place in the mailbox, and then skip
down the steps to my place. I find Seth in the exact spot I left him. I'm
chuckling, then asking, "How come you didn't sit down, Seth?" He
shrugs, mumbling, "I don't know," then he gives me a nervous grin
followed by another shrug. Man, was I ever this shy? To get things upbeat, I
enthusiastically ask, "Ready for your haircut?" He nods his head and
blushes, for reasons unknown. Carrying our sodas, Seth follows me downstairs
and takes off his shirt. I say, "Shampoo first," as Seth's eyes get
big. He gulps down the last of his ginger ale, burps, then mutters, "Okay,
what do I do?" I tell him to bring the chair into the half-bath, just to
give him something to do. This is going to be fun. In the bathroom I put the
chair in front of the sink facing away from the bowl, and Seth sits down
keeping his eyes on me. I say, "I'm going to put a CD on," and go out
to do that. The first CD I pick up is a Fray's CD, the one that was playing the
night Willie tried committing suicide, or at least faked it. I'm still not sure
which one was in play that horrible night. The CD has the haunting song, 'How
To Save A Life', but then most of The Fray's songs have a haunting element to
them. As the music begins I go back into the half-bath and see that Seth hasn't
moved. He's sitting there with his hands folded in his lap looking at me. I
smile at him and pat his shoulder, saying, "Try to relax and enjoy the
shampoo."

Tipping his chair back so the front legs are off the floor, I put
a folded hand towel on the rim of the sink under Seth's neck for comfort, and
then use the hose with the spray attachment to wet Seth's hair with warm water.
While I'm doing that I tell him, "Shampooed hair is easier to cut,"
and that may even be true like the salon people claim, although the difference
is hardly noticeable to me. I just like shampooing cute guys' hair because
hair, generally speaking, is sexy. Seth's eyes are closed so I take this
opportunity to study his face. Love his whiskers of course, but I resist
feeling them with my fingers because I don't want to startle Seth in his
relaxed state. Then I'm wondering, what makes a boy cute anyway? There's
something in the structure of the face that's universally recognized as cute,
sexy, or handsome, or even all three, but what goes into cuteness exactly?
Well, in my opinion, first and foremost there must be symmetry of facial
features; no facial feature can be out of proportion to the others. Nothing
prominent such as a large nose, or a too wide mouth, or eyes too far apart or
too close together. Start with a nice straight hairline and good hair, which
means dense, fairly straight hair, but wavy hair is good, too. Think Justin
Bieber's hair now, not when he started out. Eyes look best when located three
to four inches down from the hairline, under attractive eyebrows that aren't
too thick and certainly don't connect over the bridge of the nose. The face is
best when oval-shaped with facial features proportionally separated. The edge
of the lips should line up with the pupil of the eyes, for example, and the
lips should be nicely bow-shaped and neither too thin or too thick. Perfect
teeth of course, and the base of the nose should be no wider than the width of
the boy's eye. A straight bridge on the nose, or nearly straight, and the chin
needs to generally be rounded and smooth. In other words, no dimpled or
ass-shaped chins. Skin needs to be clear with clean, slightly prominent
cheekbones, plus dimples when smiling or grinning... that's good too. Also the
eyes should be expressive and bright to go with a relaxed facial expression
that almost looks like he's happy or grinning at all times. All this is
subjective, of course, and evaluated in the eye of the beholder. There are
always exceptions, but generally speaking that's the model to start with. The
variations are endless, but most people all around the world instantly
recognize when an individual is cute, handsome, or sexy-hot. For instance, very
few individuals wouldn't find Seth attractive and use a word like, cute, good
looking, handsome, or a word to that effect to describe him. Individual
preference determines what word they would use, but very few wouldn't think
he's attractive. I use the word 'cute' because he is cute.

Seth's face meets all the requirements of the model and even with
whiskers he has a boyish look that excites most gays our age, and the same can
be said for girls our age. Girls will think Seth's cute, too. When I get older I'll
probably look for more maturity in the face, but I'll surely always appreciate
boyish cuteness, although when I'm older I wouldn't especially look for
'boyish' in my sex partner. As a grown man I'll probably appreciate a more
manly, mature guy, but since I'm nineteen I prefer cuteness like Seth, Robby,
and Chubby possess, as well as others like them. Seth has awesome hair and it's
sexy running my fingers through it even though it's only about an inch and a
half long. We're both silent as the Fray's lead singer creates an almost eerie
atmosphere in the background. After shampooing his hair I massage his scalp,
and Seth murmurs for the first time since we started, "Oh my God, that
feels good, Dylan, but I'm springing a boner again because I know it's you doing
this fantastic shampoo. This is the first shampoo anyone's ever done for
me." I chuckle, "You spring more boners than me, Seth, and I never
thought I'd get a chance to say that about anyone, heh heh. We're lucky like
that." When I can't drag out the shampoo any longer, I rinse his hair, set
the chair on all four legs, towel dry his hair, and then finish by blow-drying
it while brushing it up. When it's dry as a bone it sticks straight up on top
of his head in a too-long flattop. I can't resist more touching so I begin
massaging Seth's shoulders and the back of his neck. He mumbles, "This is
so wonderful, but you're spoiling me. I'll never find anyone who makes me feel
as good as you do." I go, "Sure you will, it's just taking you a little
longer because of the lack of candidates you're exposed to. We'll have to think
of a way for you to meet more guys your own age." He says, "Before I
met you I used all my energy acting like a bad-ass with a chip on my shoulder
because I thought that was who I was, or should be. You know, being on my own
in the world I needed to be a tough guy, but it's fantastic to be my true self
when I'm with you. It's so relaxing and fun just hanging-out with you."
He's so serious, and again I try to lighten the mood, "Yeah, everyone says
that about me. I'm awesome!" He goes, "You're joking, but the truth
is, you are awesome and I'll bet I'm not the only one who thinks that." I
mutter, "Thanks, Seth, but you overestimate me by a lot." He goes,
"No I don't." I say, "Let's move on to the next bit of business,
but you'll first need to drop you shorts for that." He says, "Oh,
yeah, being naked in front of you still makes me feel self-conscious, and
there's my dried cum from this morning to consider. Maybe we should skip this
step." I say, "We can if you want to, no problem, but I don't mind
the dried cum. I've experienced a lot of that myself." He gives a nervous
laugh, then mutters, "Okay, if you don't mind."

Seth hesitantly drops his shorts, then looks at me as he's biting
his bottom lip before turning around and reluctantly pulling down his
cum-stained jockey shorts. I'm thinking about boys' looks again. Seth's cute
like I said, but it makes me think of Ryan, who's not nearly as cute as Seth
facially, but Ryan's eyeglasses and his cute mannerisms qualify him as 'cute'
in my mind. So that's something else that can make me think a person's cute.
Then there's a sexy look, like sexy lips or bedroom eyes, so it's not as simple
as just meeting the model of symmetry I outlined earlier. Another thing occurs
to me: Rare individuals bordering on cartoonish in their appearance
occasionally can slip over into the cute ranks. I'm thinking of Danny Woodhead,
previously of the New England Patriots; to me he's cute. It helps a lot that
he's humble and has a cute speaking voice, too. This type of cute is the most
subjective of all. Another example is Malcolm from the old 'Malcolm in the
Middle' TV show that repeats on TV forever on a cable channel. I think he's
uber cute, but some say he looks like a youthful old man. They're wrong, of
course, but like I said, it's subjective. A lot of it is subjective, but
there's still basic cuteness that most would agree with, and then there's the
exceptions to the rule. There's always exceptions to most rules in life because
of the unbelievable variety. As I ponder this important topic, Seth stands with
his back to me, waiting. Back focusing on the moment, I say, "It'll be
easier for me to shave your pubic stubble if you're facing me." He
chuckles nervously, mumbling, "Oh yeah, heh heh," as he turns around
to face me. I wet a washcloth and wipe down his crotch, scrubbing a little bit
to clean the dried cum off. Then the shaving cream goes on and while I'm
spreading it, his cock bones-up tightly with him muttering, "Sorry, Dylan,
I can't help it." I grin and stroke his cock with slippery shaving cream
which has Seth going up on his toes, "Aaah, ooh, ooh, don't, Dylan, or
I'll cum again, "Mmmm, ooh!" I'd like to see him have an orgasm, but
it would embarrass him so I stop teasing him and pick-up the razor and begin
shaving his groin. I need to be careful about moving his boner because it's
extremely tight and swollen, and like I said, it would embarrass Seth if he
pops another load. It only takes two minutes to shave him as smooth as he's
ever been down here, and then I rinse and dry him. Seth quickly puts his
underwear and shorts back on, saying, "That feels so good, I love the
feeling of being shaved and the way it feels afterwards too. Damn, my cock got
hard." I say, "Boners feel good, don't ya think?" He nods his
head, "I'll say they do!"

Back to the finished basement, Seth sits on the barber stool as I
plug in the clippers. He wants a flattop again, but he wants it a little longer
than the first one. His hair is dense, but very soft and it's a pleasure to
cut. The flattop looks great on Seth because there's no scalp showing between
the hairs; it's like a thick, flat brush of blond hair. It even looks better
than Robby's flattop and that's really saying something. I drag out the haircut
as long as I can, then use the trimmers to outline around his ears and it's
done. Seth sitting there so cutely and docilely with his sexy scent filling my
head and it's all a big sexual turn-on for me. He's trusting me to give him a
good haircut, and it all gets to me and I can't stop myself from doing what I
usually do while giving cute boys haircuts. I wrap my arm around him and give
him a long kiss on the side of his forehead while inhaling, close-up, his sexy
scent. Naturally I get a boner in my pants for my trouble. Seth coos and leans
into me with his eyelids fluttering. He's the most receptive boy I know when
affection is offered. Of course I shouldn't do too much because he might
misinterpret my intentions, but he needs some affection and he deserves some,
too. He softly says, "Oh Dylan, you have no idea how much you mean to
me." Uh oh, see what I mean? I've got to watch myself or Seth will get the
wrong idea. To lessen the importance of that kiss, I say, "I give a kiss
to everyone, or most everyone, who flatters me by trusting my haircutting
skills." He looks at me, mumbling, "I know it's not just me who gets
a kiss, but I'll bet no one appreciates it as much as me. Thank you for
everything, Dylan. The shampoo, shave, and haircut. I loved every second of
it." To downplay that, I casually say, "You're welcome, Seth, no
problem. Now lets clean up down here and get everything put away." Seth
does the clean up as I do the putting away, and then we go upstairs and out
onto the balcony for a cigarette. I ask, "What number is this one?"
as I hand Seth a cigarette. He insists on keeping count so when it gets to
twenty borrowed cigarettes he can buy me a pack. That way he doesn't feel like
he's mooching off me. It's not necessary from my point of view, but it is from
Seth's so I don't fight it. He has his self-image to consider, and he doesn't
like to think he takes handouts, which I fully understand. Seth says,
"This is number thirteen." I smile and hold my Bic lighter to his
cigarette. He inhales, lighting his cigarette, then asks, "Is this the
lighter that flared up, Dylan?" I need to think for a second and figure
out what he's referring to. Which little white lie of mine is he alluding to? Ah
yes, that's what I said happened after Sonny tied me to a chair and cut my hair
uber short. I go, "Um, no, I threw that lighter out," which is little
white lie number six thousand and two, or thereabouts, during the past almost
twenty years of my life.

As we're smoking Seth keeps grinning at me and bumping his side
into me, so without thinking, I put my arm around him while grinning back at
him and now he leans fully against me with his arm around my waist. Oh man! His
body melds into mine and then he kisses my cheek, murmuring, "I love you
more than I've ever loved anyone in my life," then he blushes a dark red.
His face gets so hot he tears up. I feel so bad for him, but what can I say? Finally
I go, "Um, I love you too, Seth, you know, as a friend. Some of us love a
friend so much we mistake it for romantic love, but there's a huge difference.
Um, you know that, right?" He says, "I know the difference and I know
how I love you, and I'm aware you love Rob, but I just wanted to tell you that
I love you. I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable." He may be sorry,
but he's still plastered against me. I mutters, "That's really sweet of
you, Seth, but we hardly know each other, and, um, you know, maybe you're
confusing your emotions." His face is returning to it's normal color as he
grins, and says, "No, I'm not confusing my emotions, I'm in love with you,
but there's nothing I'm expecting from you because I love you. I'm not that
clueless, you'll be in love with whoever you choose and just because I'm in
love with you doesn't change anything where you're concerned. I probably
shouldn't have told you, but I couldn't stop myself. I'm sorry." I snap my
fingers, and say, "Connor! I've got the perfect gay boyfriend for you and
I'll introduce you to him when he's home on leave." Seth lets go of me,
asking, "Leave? What do you mean?" We're separated again so I'm
feeling more relaxed as I explain about Connor going into the Army with Robby's
brother, and then tell Seth how good looking and what a wonderful person Connor
is. "You two have a lot in common, not the least of which is the hardships
you both experienced growing up." I don't tell him that another thing they
have in common is that they both mistakenly think they're in love with me.
Well, it's good they'll have something in common right off the bat, ya know...
I think it's a good thing anyway.

We go inside with Seth showing interest in my idea, and as I'm
mixing the meatloaf he asks many questions about Connor, then we go to my
computer and I send Connor an email telling him I've found the perfect
boyfriend for him. I even take Seth's picture with my iPhone and paste it to
the email. Of course Connor won't get to read the email until Sunday, but it'll
be waiting for him. I'm not sure what he'll think about all this, but I'm
hoping for the best. I know Cory has a 'thing' for Connor, but it's not clear
Cory's even gay, and I actually doubt that he is although he was receptive to
sleeping with me after the going away party. Not that we fucked, but I kissed
him and he didn't object. Seth and I talk about Connor until I'm getting a
little bored with it, but as long as Seth's interested I keep answering his
questions. Finally he asks, "Um, can you and me still do, you know, sexy
stuff after dinner?" I try joking around, asking, "What's your
boyfriend going to say about you alley-catting around on him?" Seth
remains serious, "Alley-catting? What do you mean?" I explain, trying
to keep it casual and fun. Seth catches on and plays along pretending Connor's
already his boyfriend. He says, "We can't let Connor find out about us, it
would break his heart." I say, "Right, we don't want to break his
heart, but let's face it, we're only doing a little buddy sex together."
I'm hoping Seth gets it in his head we're doing buddy-sex because that's what
it actually is whether he knows it or not, and the sooner he understands that,
the better. I've got the meatloaf in the over, the zucchini sliced length-wise,
and the pot of water cooking to boil the noodles in. Seth watches everything I
do, and as I'm making the salad Chubby comes in. He greets Seth with a fist
bump, then Chubby and I hug with him saying, "The meatloaf smells good,
big brother." He goes on to recite this hilarious exchange he had with
MJ's father earlier. Chubby's good at playing dumb when he needs to and he was playing
the clueless teenage role which ended with Mr. Foster feeling bad for Chubby
and bumping his hourly wage up a dollar. Chubby has so much energy he makes me
tired just watching and listening to him enthusiastically talk. We're all
laughing before he's done because Chubby includes so many F-bombs it just lifts
the humor level of his exaggerated tale. The meatloaf and the rest of the meal
are delicious and the dinner is a lot of fun. Chubby's made Seth feel
'included' in everything and I can see Seth relax and enjoy himself. After
dinner we all help clean up and then have a cigarette on the balcony with Seth
saying, "Fourteen."

Chubby says to me, "Bro, use the leftover meatloaf to make
sandwiches for Wednesday's lunch. That fucking meatloaf was awesome!" I
go, "Okay, and how 'bout I include some sharp provolone cheese with the
meatloaf sandwiches?" Chubby says, "My mouth is watering,
Dylan." After we're done with the the cigarettes, Chubby goes up to his
condo to take a shower and then he's going on a double date with Gina, Lee and
Lee's girlfriend, whose name I can't remember. With Chubby gone, it's just Seth
and me again and he gets quiet, probably thinking about our impending sex
together. It's only seven-thirty so I ask Seth, "How about some ice cream
for dessert?" He's biting his bottom lip again, thinking, then he goes,
"Ah, that is, um, can we do it, you know, first? I'm kinda psyched about
that." I remember how horny I got when I was first introduced to gay sex.
A picture of myself pops in my head: It's me walking forty-five minutes to fat
Carl's house. It would happen regularly when I just couldn't wait any longer
for him to call me. I'd ring his doorbell and basically nag him to fuck me.
Afterwards I always felt horrible about myself, but the constant yearning eats
away at you. Back then I was desperate for sex, but I wouldn't call Carl
because on the phone it would be easy for him to say,"NO!" In person
it was harder for him to reject me although he did a few times. Mostly he'd
fuck me so hard I'd walk home bowlegged. Not the best period of my life, but
then I met Willie and things got better. Anyway, I say to Seth, "Yep, of
course we can. Let's go into my bedroom." Licking his lips now and
blushing again, he nods his head, and asks, "Should we get undressed?"
To relax him, I smile, squeeze the back of his neck, and say, "If you
want, sure we can." As we're walking down the hall to my bedroom, he
mumbles, "I'm already getting a boner." Man, he'll break my heart if
he isn't careful. I feel so much compassion for him, it's crazy.

Seth never loses his blush as we get undressed, then I go up close
to him, muttering, "Relax and enjoy yourself, I know I will." He
nods, mumbling, "Thanks, I'll try, but this means so much to me. You can't
imagine how much I look forward to it." I go, "Yes, I can imagine,
Seth, because when I first started experimenting with gay sex I was just like
you." He goes, "I find that hard to believe, but if you say so."
I gently wrap my arms around his neck and his arms go right around me pulling
me against his, um, average body. Coincidentally, Seth has a body very much
like Connor's, which is to say almost slim, but with some baby fat still
hanging in there around the waist, plus his body's lacking the awesome
definition of some boys' bodies. Ray's got a tight body, where Sonny's is more
attractive, although bordering on skinny, but there's a hint of nice natural
muscle definition to Sonny's body. Robby's body is nearly perfect and the same
for Chubby's, except everything on Chubby's body is downsized, but perfectly
proportioned. Seth has this way of melting into me, being docile, while at the
same time sticking to me like we're glued together. That's contradictory maybe,
but it's the best way I can describe it. He kisses my cheek and then our lips
meet and we reproduce the make-out we had in the back of the truck going to our
first job this morning. His cock gets ridiculously hard and begins leaking
precum almost from the second our lips meet. It's flattering I suppose, but I
never let it give me a big head because I understand the neediness he feels,
and I just happen to be available. It could have been someone else just as
easily. Like I said, I was like that with fat Carl, and for a period of time I
mistakenly thought I loved him, too. I didn't of course, it was more a matter
of being grateful for an outlet to my sexual needs at the time.

When Seth begins doing little humps with his hips against me,
accompanied by whining desperate sounds in his throat, I break off our kiss,
take a deep breath, and ask, "Ready?" It's not like I'm immune to
getting turned-on by him because I am turned-on, but I'm trying to remain calm
hoping Seth can calm down a little, too. He mutters, "I almost had a
climax a second ago," so I say, "Okay, we'll take it slow. Let me get
some KY jelly for you." I'm thinking it'll make it much easier to get past
my sphincter muscle, but more importantly by taking my time getting the jelly
he has a minute to come down from his almost-climax. In my bathroom I fish the
jelly out of its hiding place under my sink, then check myself out in the
mirror to stall for time. Hmmm, I'm surprised to notice how much my hair has
grown in a little over a week. Good, because I'm looking forward to Sonny tying
me up and doing that half-hour haircut again. I say that even though it's
highly unlikely he'll be able to do it as good as he accidentally did it the
first time. That doesn't matter, I've had fucked-up haircuts before, but that
haircut from Sonny was so sexually stimulating that I need to feel that deep
submissive sensation again. It's so sexy and dreamy and, oh my God, it was so
fucking hot. I'm assuming there's no way it will be as hot the second time, but
we'll see. Back in the bedroom I find Seth in the exact spot I left him.
"What should I do now, Dylan?" I hand him the jelly, saying,
"Load up that nice boner of yours with this slippery jelly." Seth
isn't the only one with a nice boner because I've still got mine, not that it
can compare with some of the really hard ones I've had. I say, "Lets do
the doggy style fuck, it's always a goodie," and I get on my hands and
knees. Seth comes up biting his bottom lip again, but now with a sparkle in his
eyes. He bends his knees, lines up his boner, and presses forward, but the head
of his boner encounters a little resistance so he thrusts his hips hard sending
his cock three inches up my ass with Seth loudly proclaiming, "Ooooh,
awesome!" I hold my breath waiting for the quick intrusion to stop
hurting. It always feels like something's broken in my rectum when time isn't
given to allow for my asshole to relax and expand. Seth pushes his boner in
further and I see stars, but manage to suppress my "OW!" and just
keep it as a scream in my head. Seth goes, "Oh God, this feels good,"
and leans against my buttocks forcing his cock totally inside me with his newly
shaved groin tight against my ass. My ears are ringing, but already the pain is
abating because my ass is well seasoned and ready to be fucked at a moment's
notice. Seth pulls his cock back, but does it too quickly and the whole thing
slips out leaving the lips of my anus quivering and probably wondering who's
driving that boner.

I look back and see a string of precum attached to Seth's cock
and, presumably, my asshole. It breaks free and naturally swings down to wetly
streak across my left butt cheek. Seth's face is flushed as he mutters,
"Sorry, Dylan, I got too excited. Does it feel as good to you as it does
to me?" I grimace a little, then tell my six thousand and third little
white lie, "It feels awesome, Seth, you're doing great!" He smiles,
nodding his head, and then pumps his boner back up my ass, hurting less than the
first time. He withdraws a few inches and slides it back in, going, "Oooh!
Mmmm, yeah," and starts right in with a steady fucking of my rectum that
quickly feels fantastic. He has an excellent cock for fucking, not too big or
too small with a head on that thing that expands a little when he gets really
sexually aroused like he is now, and it's hitting all the right sensitive spots
in my ass. I'm trying to be Mister Cool but soon a, "Mmmmm, aaah,"
slips out of my throat and I begin pushing back at his thrusts. Seth's got
death grip holds on my hips with his hands as he grunts and moans in apparent
deep sexual pleasure and desire... and it's catching. I soon find myself
moaning with pleasure as much as Seth. There's awesome buzzing in my balls and
my cock's gotten rock-hard as Seth's inexperience is made-up for by his steady
fucking and his sounds of sexual pleasure. I like hearing that because it makes
everything sexier and adds to my pleasure. I'm pleasantly surprised his orgasm
has held off this long as mine builds until I need to force myself to quiet my
moans of pleasure, but I've never been able to do that, and I can't do it now,
either. It feels too damn good as I rock back and forth on my hands and knees
with Seth pounding his cock up my ass and now he begins making whining,
desperate sounds. That indicates to me he's almost nearing climax. Then
embarrassingly, my orgasm overwhelms me and I arch my back and thrust my hips
forward sending a hard jet of cum from my nuts to splatter on the throw rug,
and of course I squeal like a pig in heat and then another string of cum flies
from my throbbing boner, followed immediately by two more good spurts from my
rock-hard cock leaving me dizzy with sexual pleasure that spreads out from my
ass and groin creating delicious shots of pain on the inside of my thighs near
my groin. It's awesome as my body shudders trying to absorb all the great pleasure
sensations with Seth still drilling his cock in my ass, but wildly now. Then he
collapses on me, laying on my back doing short, hard jabs with his boner as he
pours cum inside me. He's making sounds like he's in great pain although I know
it's such a high spike of sexual pleasure sensations that he can't process or
probably even register a lot of it. His body is shaking as he does little flops
up and down on my back still jabbing his cock in my ass. The thrusting slows
down and stops with Seth basically sobbing, then a body shudder from him and
he's now laying on me moaning, limp as a rag doll.

Seth swallows loudly and gasps for air as his heart beats against
my back. He breathes deeply, until finally there comes the most contented sigh
I think I've ever heard from anyone. After thirty seconds he gets off me, and
mutters, "I pray it's always as spectacular as this felt to me? It's like
unbelievable. I just experienced the biggest orgasm of my life and already I
don't believe it could have been as good as it felt. I thought I passed out or
died or something while at the same time I knew I was having the greatest
experience of my life." It's like he's talking to himself. He pulls his
cock out of me and plops down on the floor to lay spread eagle with his five-inch
boner still sticking straight up with Seth stroking it while he moans quietly.
I don't think I've ever had as much sensation from anal sex, or any other kind
of sex, that it seems Seth just had. Of course it could simply be that it's
very new to him. The first time Seth and I had sex, I fucked him but it hurt
him too much to try again. Some guys just can't take a cock in their rectum for
whatever reason. The next time we got together Seth fucked me, which went much
better, but he was more nervous back then. This time was probably the first
time the full impact of his orgasm was allowed to reach his brain. Who knows?
I'm just happy for him, and I had an unexpectedly awesome climax too, probably
because day to day I'm not getting as much sex as I got when Ryan was around.
Sure, yesterday with Robby was a great two-bagger, but usually I'm lucky to get
one fuck a day. That's a big drop-off from Ryan who could go three times easily
and sometimes four. Wow, those were the days that satisfied even my high sex
drive.

Seth sits up, taking another big breath, then asks, "Did I
make a fool of myself screeching out like I did, Dylan?" I chuckle,
"No more than me, Seth." He goes, "I didn't hear you screech out
at all. Maybe I was making so much noise I couldn't hear you." It's
probably that he was so overwhelmed with sexual thrills he was in his own
little world, which is perfectly alright in buddy sex, but lover's sex requires
conscientiously shared pleasure. Lovers learn how to pleasure each other and they
learn it without being conscious of it. It's no good if your lover isn't
enjoying the sex as much as you are. There's nothing better than lover's sex
for me, but casual buddy sex is sexy fun without much responsibility, that's
one of the best things it's got going for itself. It's everyone on their own
and no need for loving words and cuddles afterwards. Not that I don't try for
some cuddles afterwards because that can lead to a double-header, if you get
the baseball metaphor. Seth and I standup and bump fist, with him muttering,
"That was awesome," which is just about right. It was pretty awesome
considering it was buddy sex for me. I'm not sure how Seth sees it. He gets
dressed as I clean my ass in the bathroom, then I get dressed, too. "Let's
get that ice cream now, Seth." He says, "Yeah, that sounds great,
and, Dylan, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting me
relieve my sexual tensions with you. It means more to me than you can ever
know." We're walking outside now as I say, "That's not true, Seth, I
told you I was new to sex once too, and I remember vividly what it was like.
I've been sexually active for over two years now. That sounds like a long time
to you I guess, but I didn't start until I was seventeen and a half. Anyway, I
enjoyed doing it with you too, it's not a one-way street. You're a great
buddy-sex partner." He laughs, "You keep saying 'buddy-sex' but I see
it differently." I don't want to go there again, so I ask, "Where
should be get our ice cream?" Seth asks, "Have you ever been to
Sunnydale's? They make their own ice cream and there's an awesome new miniature
golf course there, if that's not too childish." I go, "I know Sunnydale's
and I like miniature golf. Do you want to play a round of golf?" He
smiles, "I'm a big kid at heart, so sure I'd like that." He looks so
cute, smiling and showing his dimples and super white teeth. I say, "Lets
do it then!"

Seth talks about his shampoo, haircut, and shave, and especially
our sex together, but he never says 'fuck' when talking about our fuck. He
says, "it" or "sex" which is just one more thing that
reminds me of Connor. Of course I gotta admit 'fuck' is a crude word, but I'm
so used to saying and doing it by now I don't give it a second thought. Okay,
so now I'm having sex with two newbies in the person of Sonny and Seth. Seth's
not technically a virgin, but Sonny was. The two couldn't be more different
though. Sonny's over-confident, brash, and dominant. Seth's the opposite, but
they both are likable as far as I'm concerned. Now, as for Ray, I'm having
serious second thoughts about him. Like I said, the novelty is not novel any
more and some of Ray's antics are grating on me. He's got some good points
though; I'm not totally dumping on him, I'm just not sure I want to continue
with him. I'm not even sure about Wednesday night at this point. As we're
driving to Sunnydale's, Seth and I get on the subject of why he hasn't
connected sexually with anyone his own age, except me. I tell him, "No
offense, but you gave up too easily after a few bad experiences with strangers.
You could persevere and maybe hook-up with someone online, or join some group
where kids your age are involved, or something like that. You can't win a war
by digging a foxhole and sitting in it. You need to attack. In your case that
means being proactive in finding a situation that's conducive to running into a
gay buddy. Like night college for example." He listens and nods his head
in agreement, but like Connor, Seth might be too shy to do any of that. He
doesn't want to put on the hard-ass act again because it's not who he is. It
was useful when he was working the masonry job, but no more. And maybe night
college is too expensive for him since he needs to support himself. It's a
sticky problem and maybe I should just shut up about it and let him do what he
feels comfortable doing. Nobody likes a know-it-all.

At Sunnydale's we run into some of the posse boys including Ray.
Dammit! They see me though so what can I do except walk over to them and do the
posse greeting with Dawg, then Devon, who rubs the side of his face against
mine during the hug, and next is Sonny, who licks the side of my face during
the hug, and finally Ray, who kisses me on the lips after the hug, then rubs my
hair and squeezes the back of my neck, asking me, "How's my boyfriend
doing tonight?" I say, "Just hangin' out with my friend," and I
introduce Seth to the posse and each one does a version of the posse greeting
leaving Seth red-faced and discombobulated. We talk for a while about
yesterday's softball game and then basketball this Wednesday. Ray has his arm
around my neck, possessively, the whole time. Finally Ray kisses me on the lips
again, and says, "See you Wednesday, baby, the posse boys and me are going
to play a round of miniature golf." Without thinking about it, I do the
posse goodbye with the boys again and have an aching boner in my pants by the
time we're through with that. One last wet kiss from Ray with his arms around
my neck right here at Sunnydale's. What the fuck do I expect? I know Ray
marches to his own drumbeat. When the posse's gone I can't look Seth in the
eyes for a minute, and I'm now blushing as hard as he did earlier. He's staring
at me with big eyes so I finally glance at him, muttering, "Ray's a buddy
sex partner of mine, only once in a while, ya know. We're sorta boyfriends,
too. The other guys are friends of Ray's that I've become friendly with, too.
They're all eighteen so they're younger than me, and...." I let the
sentence die out. Seth says, "You never need to explain yourself to me,
Dylan. You can do no wrong in my eyes, not that there's anything wrong with
doing buddy sex with what's-his-name, Ray. He really seems to be taken with
you, and I can see how proud he is that you're his, um, boyfriend or buddy
thing." I frown, then shrug, muttering, "Ray's, you know, he can be a
little over the top like, um, kissing me right here, ya know? It's, um,
awkward." Seth says, "None of those guys seemed to think it was
awkward and I didn't either. I felt jealous mostly. I wish I had that kid's
confidence." I pat Seth's shoulder, saying, "So do I Seth, so do I.
Let's get some ice cream, but forget about the golf. Okay?" Seth goes,
"Sure, no problem, some other time. I didn't mind that kid kissed you a
couple of times. Like I said, I wish it was me kissing you, or him kissing
me... haha."

I shrug, not coming up with anything to say to that, and we get in
line for ice cream. As we're waiting, I try to figure out who gave me the
boner... Ray, Sonny, or Devon? I decide it was cumulative, so yeah, I'm going
Wednesday night. I want to feel out Devon some more, plus see more of hot Sonny
and, okay, get fucked by Ray again, too. Seth and I get to talking about work
and we get silly evaluating the sexiness of each guy on our crew, like gay boys
will do. After some discussion we put Robby first and then can't decide if Lee
or Chubby should be second, but we know Terry's last. Needless to say I don't
mention my liaison with Terry, the sexy time that made us friends. Terry's kept
his word and hasn't nagged for 'seconds' so I respect him for that. And of
course Chubby's the second sexiest in my mind, if not first, but since he's my
brother I couldn't very well make a big deal out of who's sexier when
discussing it with Seth. Plus, Lee is sexy too, I've always thought so, and was
actually surprised to find out he's straight. Seth and I wander outside with
our cones and watch some golfers screwing up putting, which gets us giggling
again. I see Sonny looking back at me a few times and damn if that doesn't get
my dick moving in my shorts. That kid is a legitimate hottie, and with his
short haircut he's a lot cuter, too. His orange hair was distracting when it
was long, so I actually did him a favor cutting it short. Now that I've
finished my cone, I'm playing pocket ball with myself while thinking about how
I gave Sonny a too-short haircut and that led to him tying me up and cutting my hair too short, but it turned out to be a very cool haircut anyway, plus I got
to experience that awesomely deep submissive feeling again. Now that I'm thinking
of who is sexy, there are actually a few hotties in the posse, and yeah, Ray's
one of them. When he had his arm around the back of my neck his BO was giving
me another boner. I'm not dropping him yet, no way. Every time I think I'm
going to dump him I see him and get all hot and bothered again. Plus, he's
acting very nice to me recently so why dump him now that he's acting almost
normal?

It's around nine-thirty and Seth's yawning. We have early work
tomorrow so we decide to call it a night. Seth drops me off with his usual
overdoing of thanks, and with me deflecting the thanks saying it was fun for me
too, and it was. No kiss goodnight, which is encouraging. Maybe he's finally
getting the buddy-sex concept. I hope so, I really do.

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

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