Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 20:13:33 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION 2 Chapter 53

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter 53

			     by Donny Mumford

I had a great time with
Seth after work yesterday, but it's back to the grind Tuesday morning. It's
business as usual all day long: lots of sweat, some cursing, a few funny
screw-ups on the job, great lunch, many laughs, some flirting with Seth, and
it's all good. Until, that is, after work when Robby tells me we can't have the
date tonight like we planned. His dad just called an emergency meeting for six
o'clock. It seems there's some kind of a problem in the design department. It
has nothing to do with the field supervisors, but Mr. Dickers wants all
supervisors and management personnel attending emergency meetings. It's
mandatory and intended to insure everyone's on the same page, and at the same
time everyone is learning, or at least becoming familiar with all aspects of
the company's various businesses. At least that's how Robby explained it to me.
He's disappointed, of course, especially because he knows Wednesday is my
buddy-sex night with Ray, like Saturday nights are for him and Travis. Making
matters worse, Robby needs to work on equipment inventory and repair Thursday
night, so we're depending on Friday night to be our night together. It's the
last night before Chubby and I have a week off from work and, of course, we're
spending that week in Wildwood. I invited Robby to join us but he needs to,
what else, work that week. Man, that supervisor job of his really sucks! Chubby
gives me a ride home, and during the ride we make plans for dinner tonight.
When I'm inside my condo it hits me that I have nothing I need to do, and
that's unusual for me. Chubby's part-time job and the fact he's dating two
girlfriends at the same time, Gina and Mary Jo, keeps him busy just about every
night, and tonight's no exception. So okay, like I said, I've got a rare night
with nothing to do and I plan on keeping it that way. I can use a relaxing carefree
night by myself. Hell, I'm not so sex-crazed I can't go one night without it!

I take a leisurely shower
and then spend an hour emailing Ryan, Dodger, and Connor. In Connor's email I
backtrack a little on the scenario of Seth and him being boyfriends,
apologizing if I've overstepped my bounds. I don't mean to meddle in his life
and even though my intentions are good, I ask Connor to be honest and tell me
if I'm off base fixing him up with basically a blind date. Then I sing the
praises of Seth a little more at the end of the email to subtly sell the idea
of Connor keeping an open mind about it. After sending the email, I second-guess
myself again, thinking Connor already knows I have his best interests at heart.
I guess I want him to verify that premise. I've never claimed to be the most
confident person in the world so I second-guess myself a lot. Still, I'm
anxious to read Connor's reply, although unfortunately he won't even read the
email until Sunday. Thinking about friends that are missing in action, so to
speak, it hits home to me that we never realize how much a person means to us
until they're gone. That's the case for me as far as Dodger, Connor, and Ryan
go. I miss them more than I thought I would. Damn, I need to get myself out of
this maudlin mood somehow. Maybe I should call Sonny or Devon and see if we can
hook-up for bowling or miniature golf... heh heh, or something a little sexier
than bowling or golf! That would be a ballsy move on my part, alright. No, not
Sonny because he already thinks I'm falling for him, and maybe I am a little
bit, but there's no sense proving it to him. It'd be awkward calling Devon too,
mostly because I don't know where I stand with him. It's mysterious the way he
rubs his face against mine and holds the hug with me a few beats too long
during the posse greeting. I can't figure out if that means anything: is he
subtly coming on to me, or maybe he's teasing me about me being gay? The first
time I saw him I immediately thought he'd be the hot sexy one out of all the
posse boys. I met Devon's brother, Sonny, later, and right off the bat I kinda
predicted trouble from Sonny. He hasn't turned out to be 'trouble' exactly.
It's more like expect the unexpected from him. Who could have predicted skinny,
cute, orange-haired Sonny would be gay, never mind dominant. Yeah, dominant
during sex, but never in a particularly rough way, and then he's kind of sweet
afterwards. It's an odd combination considering he patterns his sex after
master/slave videos. I've never watched one of those, but Sonny seems to be
hooked on them. He's not rough, but he is headstrong and confident. How do kids
get that confident anyway? Those of us who lack confidence would like to know
the answer to that. Is it something they're born with? Some extra drop of a
chemical in a certain area of their brain, or is it learned? Damned if I know.

Anyway, I don't call Sonny
or his brother, Devon. Instead I play it safe and call Ray. It'll be a few
brownie points for me because Ray likes me calling and texting him. You know,
like his girlfriend does. Ray answers on the second ring, "Dylan, good to
hear from you, dude. It was awesome seeing you last night. Whassup?" You
know what, Ray's got a sexy voice. I just noticed that. I go, "Hi Ray.
Yeah, it was cool running into you and the boys last night. It made me realize
I miss you. Can we hang out together tonight? I'd really like to." It's so
odd, but I'm getting a hard-on just talking to Ray. He says, "Sorry, babe,
but tomorrow's your turn. Remember? I'm taking my girlfriend out tonight and
just between you and me I got off the phone with her not ten minutes ago and
she tells me she's hot for me tonight. That means I'm in for a special treat, a
sexy one. Girls seem to get hot at certain times during their monthly cycle, if
you follow me... the bottom line is she wants to get laid. I'm holding the
condom I'll use for that in my hand right now. I was just about to stick it in
my wallet when you called. By the way, I like that you're calling more. It's
tells me you're thinking about me just like a girlfriend should." I say, "Boyfriend,
Ray, I'm not a girl." He says, "Sorry, I know how sensitive you are
about that. My bad. You're my boyfriend, definitely not my girlfriend, and
you're a hell of a good boyfriend, too. The best! Tomorrow night I'm going to
show you how much I appreciate you, too. And another thing, I learned my lesson
about referring to myself in the third person as 'your man'. I'm not doing that
anymore. Thanks for pointing that out to me. It's so phony of me; I can't
believe I was saying that. I'm Maryanne's man, of course, but I'm your
boyfriend, I get that." Ray not only talks too much during sex, he talks
too much all the time. For some reason, maybe because talking to Ray is giving
me a boner, I stupidly say, "Can't we get together before or after your date
with Maryanne?" Damn! I hate that I asked that! I'm not that needy. He
chuckles, "That's flattering, Dylan, but please don't nag. You're better
than that, a lot better than that." Making a bigger ass of myself, I say,
"I'm sorry, Ray, maybe it's my time of the month too... heh heh."
Damn, that was dumb! Ray laughs, "I don't think it applies to boyfriends,
but I like that you're anxious to see me. The thing you need to learn, though,
is this: I've said 'no' to you once already, and I don't change my mind about
things like this just because you do some girlie nagging. Tomorrow is your
turn, I can only be in one place at a time. You wouldn't want me to screw
Maryanne just before I pick you up for our date, would you?" Fuck it, he's
getting too preachy again. I say, "Okay, Ray, forget I asked. I'll see you
tomorrow night at the game." He gets stern, "Hold on a second. I
asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Would you like it if I had sex
with my girlfriend right before taking you out?" I hate when he gets like
this, but it makes my dick buzz just the same. I mutter, "No, I see your
point." Ray goes, "Good, don't forget it. See you tomorrow
night," and we end the call with me groping my hard cock.

I'm just standing here
holding my crotch, so pissed-off at myself my face is red. Why do I do stupid
things like that dumb phone call? God! Maybe I'm wrong about what I said
earlier, perhaps I actually am sex-crazed enough that I can't go one day
without it. I sure hope that's not true. Ray somehow just rings all my bells
though, just turns me on sexually. I can't exactly put my finger on what it is
exactly. Maybe it's his demeanor in that he's always, always, in charge. He
does it unconsciously, and I suppose that's because he's been in charge of the
posse boys for years and now being bossy is second nature to him. He's pissed
me off even though, at the same time, there's something about him that gets me
hot. I mean, I've still got a boner even though he was a jerk just now. It's
especially weird being chastised by Ray and getting aroused sexually, too. How
ridiculous is that! Oh the hell with it. I stop thinking about Ray and screw
around with a computer game for a while, and then, continuing to do dumb things
tonight, on a whim I call Willie. My heart's pounding because I'm not sure why
I called him or how he'll react. He answers, but sounds different. He says,
"Is my caller ID broken, or is this my old boyfriend Dylan Newman
calling?" I go, "Hi, Willie, it's me. How're you doing?" He
says, "I'm doing fine, how are you?" Man, this doesn't sound like the
Willie I know. I think he's lisping a little when he talks. I go, "I'm
good, whatcha been up to?" He says, "Nothing much, how 'bout
you?" What the fuck? Where's the confident bluster Willie usually oozes
with? I say, "Same as always," and he goes, "Good for you. I'm
glad you're fine, but I can't be late meeting my boyfriend, I hate to be rude,
but I need to run. He doesn't tolerate me being late, hee hee. You know how it
is." Hee hee? What's wrong with him? I say, "Yeah, by all means don't
be late, nice talking with you." He goes, "Bye-bye," and clicks
off. Holy shit! I'm creeped out! Can I believe he didn't even mention us
getting together? In the old days he'd have said something like, 'Stay right
where you are, I'll be over to pick you up. Don't fucking move!' or words to
that effect. The last time I saw him he did mention something about getting
together with a childhood dominant sex partner. This kid was away at college or
some such thing, and Willie hadn't seen him for over four years. Maybe Willie's
switched back to his submissive side. That's how he was when I first met him.
Then he saw I was submissive so I guess he decided to try the dominant role
with me. Well, I don't guess that, I know he did, and he did it good for a long
time before getting carried away with it the last few months we dated. I feel
weird now; hearing him like that is disturbing. I guess I can stop fooling
myself that Willie's holding his breath waiting for me to come crawling back to
him. He doesn't even want me crawling back to him. He's lost interest in me.
Not a big ego boost for me, but on the other hand, it's best to finally know
for sure our relationship is over. Now all I need to figure out is why the hell
I called him in the first place. Hmmm? Obviously in the back of my mind I
wanted to get together with him. Maybe I will call Sonny after all. At least
he'll want to get together with me. I'm glad somebody still does.

I start fixing Chubby's and
my dinner while still thinking about the rejections I've experienced in the
last half hour or so. First Ray and then, amazingly, Willie too. Seth would
boost my ego, except there's no sense calling him because he's already told me
tonight's a study night for him. Seth's one of the most conscientious kids I
know... Robby's another one. Damn, I can't wait to get back to Merrimack. Ryan
never rejects me. Rejection sucks, so I feel sorry for myself, then realize
it's a good thing Willie and I are finally done. It's good to have closure, and
it's especially good to have closure without hurting his feelings. He did a lot
of wonderful things for me, but that's all over now. I think I feel okay about
that. My ego's taken a hit, but I probably need that once in awhile to keep me
grounded. There's nothing like reasoning something out even though it may
border on rank rationalization. Rationalizing is a good thing. I'll concentrate
on dinner now, and as for the rejection, they can all go fuck themselves. See
how unaffected by rejection I am. Oh well, I'm making grilled Italian sausages
with sautéed green pepper and onions on sub rolls. We'll have two each, plus a
healthy salad. The ripe, locally grown tomatoes are awesome in a salad this
time of year, although pricey at $3.49 a pound. I've got some pickling
cucumbers left over from the other night, and crispy romaine lettuce to go with
Ken's Italian dressing. Should be good.

Chubby comes in a half hour
later bursting with energy... he's full of smiles, hugs, and happiness.
 I'm mostly over being rejected by Ray and Willie tonight and Chubby gets
me all the way over it. We do a quick hug and then get to work finishing dinner
together. The salad's made, Chubby's grilling the sausages on the outdoor gas
grille, I'm putting the sliced onions and green peppers into a frying pan with
butter and olive oil to sauté them, and then I join Chubby on the balcony where
we share a cigarette. Chubby turns the sausages as I tell him about my
telephone conversation with Willie. Passing the cigarette to him, Chubby says,
"Jeez, I don't actually know Willie at all. The few times I met him, um,
he didn't impress me much, to put it mildly. He seemed to be a pompous ass,
actually. He did not seem the type to speak with a lisp though, so that is
weird. What do you attribute the lisp to?" I don't want to get into the
sub/dom thing with Chubby... unless you're affected by it, it sounds extremely
odd. I'm well aware of that, and I definitely can see that point of view. For
whatever reason it's sexually arousing to me, as well as to a surprising number
of others, both gay and straight. So I stick to a topic that's a little more
out in the open. "Well, Chubby, he's gay like me and some gays adopt swishy
mannerisms." Chubby asks, "Swishy?" I go, "You know, affected
or exaggerated gay stereotypical behavior. Um, feminine mannerisms. They're in
the minority among gays if you ask me, although what do I know? They don't
bother me either way. I don't judge because everyone has a right to be
themselves as long as they're not hurting others or themselves." Chubby
mutters, "Well yeah, to a degree, I guess."

Chubby finishes the
cigarette, and asks, "Do you want to flick the butt, bro?" I make a
face at him, then chuckle and say, "No thanks."  Grinning,
Chubby purposely flicks the butt off his sneakers then kicks it over the
balcony, muttering, "That's taken care of." I smirk at him, and then
he gives me a hug, chuckling, as I mutter, "Wise ass." The sausages
are done, so Chubby transfers them to a plate and we go inside to construct our
sub sandwiches on crusty rolls, adding lots of fried onion and green peppers.
The last order of business is to add ketchup to our sausages and then start
eating. Some misguided individuals leave the ketchup off, but it's their
problem if they don't know what good is. As we eat our dinner of salad and
sausage subs, Chubby says, "Since you mention your old boyfriend, Willie,
I might as well admit I'm not too crazy about your latest boyfriend, Ray,
either. Apparently you're more, um, accepting of unorthodox behavior than I
am." I swallow a delicious mouthful of salad, and say, "Perhaps you
don't like my boyfriends simply because they're my boyfriends." He
replies, "You mean the way you don't like my girlfriends?" I'm like,
"No, not at all. I don't like your girlfriends because they don't like me,
while Ray and Willie never had a bad word to say about you." He chuckles,
"That's because there's nothing about me that's bad to talk about. And, my
girlfriends do so like you, plus your suggestion falls flat on its face because
I like your so-called main boyfriend, Robby, a whole lot. So there." Hmmm,
he's got me with that, so I say, "Why do you continue talking about
this?" He laughs, spraying the dressing from the salad he was chewing back
onto his plate. Done laughing, he says, "You're the one who brought the
subject up." I say, "You've always had a distorted view of
reality." He grins at me, "I love you, Dylan. You're so funny."
We finish eating, talking about our latest favorite topic... our Wildwood
vacation next week. After cleaning up the kitchen we hug again and then Chubby
goes up to his condo to get ready for his date. I wonder if Chubby, like Ray,
is expecting to 'get lucky' tonight. Ugh!

Well, now I've got nothing
to do except embrace the fact that I have nothing to do. Chubby says he'd like
to have one night a week without work or dating, or anything else, such as going
to Paw Sox games with the guys in the boyfriend/girlfriend group of Mary Jo's.
He just wants to chill out and get a good night's sleep to recharge his
batteries. It sounds good in theory except I'm finding I can't just do nothing.
Instead I use the time to clean my bathroom and bedroom. Then I do a washer
load of dirty sheets and clothes, including our uniforms for work. As I'm doing
these boring tasks I try not to think about Ray or Willie and instead
concentrate on Robby, who I would have been with tonight except for that stupid
emergency meeting his dad insisted on. I get excited thinking about me and
Robby and it's also a comforting feeling knowing that no matter what happens
with my sex-on-the-side buddies, Robby and me are always going to be there for
each other. Being loved by Robby these past few years has spoiled me a little,
but he shook me up with his threesome proclamation, and his early infatuation with
Ryan. It was a wake-up call for me and it worked too because I re-evaluated by
feelings for Robby and found a deeper love and appreciation for him, which has
carried over to this day. I wish Robby could come to Wildwood with Chubby and
me, but it's that dumb supervisor job he has that again gets in the way by
taking precedence over Robby having fun. I'm well aware Robby, like Seth, is
conscientious about things like schoolwork, and actual work on the job, and I
admire him for it, but it's fucking up our fun. For the hundredth time this
summer I look forward to going back to Merrimack. I'll appreciate what I have
there more now. Robby and me living together was so awesome, and if somehow
Robby can see his way through to reinstating our threesome with Ryan it'll be
perfect. Between our threesome experience, and Robby's supervisory job
experience he's much more comfortable being in charge than ever before, and I
love that about him. It's fun having a true-love boyfriend who's also my idol.
I don't think Robby realizes how special he is. My only criticism is also my
only concern where Robby's concerned, and it's Robby's temper at times. He's a
little dangerous when he really gets pissed-off, which isn't very often, thank
God. I'm afraid he'll go too far during a fight some time and get himself in
serious trouble. That holds especially true when he thinks I'm in danger or
I've been mistreated by someone. Robby goes a little bit nuts when that
happens.

As I'm folding the clothes
from the dryer I'm thinking about how sexy Robby is. His body and his cuteness
mixed with his recently discovered in-charge attitude, to go along with his
basic sweetness, is an impossible combination to beat. I'll never find a more
perfect boyfriend and I feel incredibly lucky we found each other. Very lucky,
especially when I look around and see the sexual frustration and lack of luck
Seth, Connor, and guys like them have had in the romance department. And Connor
and Seth are both extremely attractive with awesome personalities, but still
haven't been able to hook-up with a gay boyfriend. They're not alone though; there
are many unfulfilled gay teens which makes me and Robby two lucky guys. Hmmm, I
wonder why we both put that in jeopardy by screwing around with the side-sex we
seem to always have. I know why we say we do it, it's to sow our wild oats
which means we're getting the lure of sexual variety out of our systems until
we finally have had enough of that and can settle down just him and me. We
blame it on our youth, but there's an oversexed element to both of us as well,
so it probably is a good idea that we satisfy that first. There's always that
big elephant in the room called rationalization that might be involved in our
logic when we're explaining why we're messing around with side-sex. Maybe it's
just because one lover isn't enough for either of us, which might simply be a
character flaw in both of us. The redeeming quality we have is being honest
with each other about not being exclusively each other about side-sex partners.
That's paramount, the honesty part, and at the moment I can't think of another
honorable aspect of sleeping around, so to speak. It's selfish I think, and surely
immature, but what are ya gonna do, it's who we are. I guess my only defense is
being mostly honest about it with Robby and my other sex partners. What the
hell, it's fun... and we're young and allowed to make bad choices once in
awhile. You know what I think? I think I shouldn't have too many nights like
this one with nothing to do... I tend to overanalyze everything when I'm not
occupied doing stuff. Robby and I are good with it for now so I'll leave it at
that and get my ass to bed. A good night's sleep is the least I should get from
this boring night. And that's what I do. Putting on a CD to listen to and keep
my mind off bothersome subjects, I turn out the light and get in bed.

The next thing I know my
eyes open to see a rainy day outside my window. Looking at the nightstand clock
I see it's almost time to get up, so I get out of bed and stretch. Yeah, that
feels good. It's not pouring rain, just plain old rain that we'll work through.
I feel very rested and ready for Wednesday so after my morning bathroom duties
I get dressed, then make the meatloaf sandwiches for Chubby's and my lunch
today by putting two individual-sized deli potato salad containers and plastic
forks in the bag with the sandwiches, and adding two packages of chocolate chip
cookies and two bottles of Snapple lemon iced tea, and that takes care of
lunch. Chubby comes in and we have coffees and a cigarette on the balcony as he
tells me about his and Mary Jo's latest fight on their date last night. Chubby
apparently wasn't as lucky on his date with MJ as Ray said he was going to be
with Maryanne. Chubby and Mary Jo had an argument, not an actual fight
obviously, and Chubby's laughing about it now. Arguing appears to be a constant
ingredient in their relationship keeping it lively if nothing else.

At work no one is in a good
mood all day and that's mostly because the rain doesn't stop until around two
o'clock, and the big mower broke down right before lunch. Robby missed lunch
because he had to drive the truck back to the garage to have the mower
repaired. It also meant we didn't finish work today until after five o'clock.
In addition, Seth has a summer cold so the rainy day did no favors for him.
Robby told Seth to take tomorrow off if he isn't feeling any better by then. He
told me later that it makes more sense having Seth stay home a day to get
better than to have him ill on the job and perhaps inadvertently spreading the
cold around the crew. We're all still wearing damp uniforms when we return to
headquarters, so no one's mood improved all day. It's not that us guys were
sniping at each other, there just wasn't the good=natured kidding around that we
usually do, and there weren't the usual laughs like there normally is. It's
easily the worst day on the job this summer. Chubby drives us home where he's
going to take a quick shower, then changes quickly to get to his part-time job
on time. He'll get something to eat in one of the fast food joints near where
he works. The good thing is the sun is out now and the rain cooled everything
down. It's basically a beautiful day now with bright blue skies and a
refreshing little breeze.

My shower feels wonderful
and then I get dressed for tonight's basketball game with my spirits picking up
by the minute. For a quick dinner I eat the rest of the meatloaf and the left
over noodles from the other night, with a fresh salad. I'm all about healthy
eating. After dinner, I have a smoke on the balcony waiting for the telephone
call from whoever is picking me up tonight for the game. It turns out to be
Dawg. He's like, "Hi, Dylan, I'm one of the drivers tonight. I'm on my way
to your place right now so please meet us at the curb in five minutes." I
brush my teeth and gargle, put on my red posse hat and hurry down the steps to
the street feeling good about seeing the posse boys, especial the brothers,
Devon and Sonny. Then it'll be Ray and me after the game and that thought gets
me doing a quick adjustment of my junk in my underpants. Dawg drives up in a
undersized Chevrolet. Devon's in the front seat and Sonny is in the back. They
all get out for the posse greeting. Devon does the same exaggerated face rub
and a longer then normal hug, then I get a quick fist bump and hug from Dawg
before Sonny gives me a sexy look, and as Dawg and Devon are getting back in
the car, Sonny kisses my lips, muttering, "If Ray can kiss you at
Sunnydale's, you're also my boyfriend, so I get to do it, too." Then we do
the posse fist bump and hug with Sonny goosing my ass, saying, "I'll be
over for you around seven o'clock tomorrow on my motor bike. Be at the
curb!" Then he knocks my hat off running his fingers over my hair, adding,
"You're getting another haircut, too. That was so much fucking fun last
time." I say nothing because I'm in a little sexy trance and loving the
dreamy feeling. How come Ray can't make me feel like this, and yet Sonny can
without even trying? Ryan was like that, too. It's awesome! Sonny and I are
rookie posse members so we always need to sit in the back seat, never the shotgun
seat. Sonny gets in first and when I sit down he does the same thing he did the
first night I met him. He puts his hand where I'm sitting and being unaware, I
sit on his hand. This time his middle finger is between my legs a little so
when he wiggles his finger it moves my balls. I look at him and he gives me his
cute smirk and wiggles his middle finger while goosing my right butt cheek. He
keeps this up as we ride along with the four of us talking about sports. Dawg's
especially worked up over the lousy Red Sox season. While I'm a sports fan, I'm
not a fanatical one. Okay, I'm more of a fair weather fan in that when a team's
doing awesome I'm all over it. As Sonny tweaks my balls and squeezes my ass, I
ask Devon, "How's Annie doing? She's so damn cute." Devon says,
"I was out with her last night and she asked about you, too. She's doing
great." I go, "Say 'hi' for me when you see her, okay?"

It doesn't take long for
Sonny to cause a hard boner to form in my pants. His incessant goosing of my
ass cheek while playing with my nuts, using his nimble middle finger, is
surprisingly stimulating. It'd cause problems if I complain about this because
Ray's already accused me of leading Sonny on, which is bull-bleep. I'm soon
squirming on the seat giving Sonny a dirty look while answering Devon's latest
question. It's about him getting a haircut before I go on vacation. His family
is attending a big family reunion in Vermont this weekend and he wants to show
off his new 'look'. I'm pulling at Sonny's wrist trying to get his hand out
from under me, as I'm saying, a little out of breath, "Sure, Devon, how
about tomorrow around five o'clock." He's like, "I'm going with my
parents to visit my grandmother at the nursing home tomorrow. Could you do it
Friday around the same time?" I say, "Sure, count on it, buddy. I'm
always available for my brother posse boys." He goes, "Don't get
ahead of yourself, Dylan, you're only a rookie on probation to become a
member." I mutter, "I know," then I look questioningly at Sonny,
like, 'Really? You're actually going to keep doing this?' kind of look. Sonny
has an innocent expression on his face, saying, "Why are you looking at me
like that? Oh, is it about tomorrow? Hell, I wanted to see granny too, but I've
got a job interview that dad says is more important." What a liar he is,
he's coming to pick me up tomorrow afternoon. He continues wiggling his finger
under my balls and I squirm some more, grunting, "Oh, so you're going for
a job interview tomorrow, Sonny, is that it?" Sonny shakes his head 'no',
grinning, and says, "Yeah, I'd like to earn a little money." What a
conniver! I'm wearing flimsy basketball shorts tonight; the material is thin
and at the moment it's outlining my boner as it pokes up from my lap. There's a
sort of nylon netting inside the shorts serving as a  jockstrap. It comes
attached to the shorts so I'm not wearing underwear and the silky material
around my sensitive cock feels tantalizingly sexy. Adding to that is Sonny's
constant rubbing against my scrotum, moving my balls around, and goosing me.
I'm really squirming on the seat now as a quiet, "Mmmmm," slips from
my throat and I sense the beginnings of an orgasm in my churning nuts. Now I'm
looking at Sonny with a pleading expression, mouthing, 'Please, Sonny...' He
shrugs and pulls his hand out from under me, but then quick as a cat he gets
his fist around my boner and lifts it up so it's pointing straight up instead
of just lifting my shorts while pointing at my stomach. He strokes my boner and
my head goes back on the seat trying to form a mental picture of me sitting
naked in a tub of ice water hoping this keeps me from firing a load of spunk in
my shorts. Sonny continues stroking my cock as Dawg's asking me if Ray will be
giving me a ride home after the game. I grunt out, "Uh huh," and look
pleadingly at Sonny again. He stops stroking my boner and mouth's the words,
'We on for tomorrow?' I nod my head to the affirmative really fast, like Ryan
used to do, and Sonny releases my boner, saying out loud, "Okay
then." I'm so relieved I actually thank him when I should be uber
pissed-off at him.

As I'm adjusting my boner
so that the head is trapped under the waistband of my shorts, Devon turns
around, asking me, "Is Sonny behaving himself, Dylan?" I croak out,
"Yep, uh huh," and Devon says, "Good. He's always talking about
you, so I guess you've replaced me as his idol." Devon chuckles, then
adds, "Good luck with that. Sonny can make a nuisance of himself when he
wants to." Sonny goes, "Devon! I never make a nuisance of
myself," and I go, "Heh heh, I'll watch for that, but you're still
Sonny's idol, Devon, not me. Right Sonny?" Sonny shakes his head 'no' at
me, and says, "Of course Devon's my idol. He's my big brother."
Rolling my eyes at Sonny I can't help but laugh a little because he reminds me
of Dodger. Maybe I'm projecting, but Seth reminds me of Connor and Sonny
reminds me of Dodger. Now I need someone to remind me of Ryan and I'll get
through the summer with substitutes for the three missing boys I'm very fond
of. The remainder of the ride is calm compared to the first fifteen minutes,
and thank God for that. Sonny's mouthing words to me silently, only half of
which I can make out, but it's all sexual in nature one way or another. He's
looking cuter and cuter to me, but that's nothing new. The more I get to know
whoever I'm having sex with, the cuter they appear to be in my mind. Not that
Sonny isn't a cute kid to start with, it's just that I'm getting attached to
him now, so in my head he's even cuter than before... it's weird how that
works. As we're driving into the parking lot I'm thinking about Friday after
work when I'll be giving Devon a haircut. There's only a fifty-fifty chance
he'll be alone, but if he is maybe I'll find out what signals, if any, Devon's
been giving me with the cheek to cheek contact and strong hugs during our posse
greetings. Should be interesting and I'm almost nervous about finding out what
it means, if anything. On the one hand, I'm hoping it means nothing important while
on the other hand if it means he wants to try buddy sex with me, how will I
handle that? That's where the nervous part comes in. Sonny's definitely gay
which research has shown means a sibling is twice as likely to be gay or
bisexual as compared to the general population. That's what I've read anyway.
It holds true for Ray and Elliot, and Robby and Dodger, so we'll see.

When we're out of the car
Devon gets his arm around Sonny's neck playfully, asking, "Is Dylan your
idol now, bro?" Sonny goes, "Are you kidding, Devon? You'll always be
my hero." Which didn't exactly answer Devon's question. Dawg says, "I
wish my brother was as close to me as Sonny is to Devon," and then some of
the other posse boys join us and it's a minute or so of fist bumps, hugs, and
comments like, "Hey, wassup," and "Good to see ya, dude,"
and the like. I get a special greeting from Bean, who tells me, "This is
an official date night for you and Ray so he wants me to look out for you
during the game like I did the first night, so stick close to me. Oh, and don't
forget to go down to the court and get Ray's satchel after the game. For now
though I've got an errand for you to run. I left my posse hat in my car; here
are the keys. You're to run over to it and get my hat off the front seat, and
while you're there clean up Jameson's McDonald's wrappers in the back seat. He
ate his dinner on the ride over. Come straight back to me and stick close by until
Ray takes over after the game." I go, "I can take care of myself,
Bean, get serious! I'll get your hat and clean up the backseat mess because I'm
the rookie here, but I certainly don't need you babysitting me!" He says,
"I'm only telling you what Ray said, if you want to take a chance on being
suspended again there's nothing I can do about it. Oh, and you're to stay away
from Sonny tonight. You two get too chummy. That's Ray's assessment, not
mine." I make a face, letting air out of my lungs noisily showing what I
think of all this, then jog over to Bean's car wondering why the fuck he parked
so far away. Cleaning the mess in the backseat that consists of more than big
Mac and fries wrappers, I then grab Bean's hat, lock the car and jog back. What
the fuck, I might as well go over to Bean, why cause trouble? When I do, he
pats the bleacher seat next to him, saying, "Smart move, Dylan, and thanks
for my hat. Did you clean the debris out of the back seat?" I go, "Uh
huh," and look down to see Mark just arriving. We're in our usual spot at
the top of the bleachers and we all stand to take turns doing the posse
greeting with Mark, who says to me, "I heard about the accident you had
with the Bic lighter. Wow, you did a cool job covering up the burnt hair. It's
short though." Thinking about tomorrow with Sonny, I say, "I'm liking
it, Mark, and I think I'll cut it again before my vacation." He asks where
I'm going on vacation and we talk about Wildwood for a while. He's been to
Wildwood with his family and thinks it's as cool as I do. Then the game begins.

It starts out actually
being a good game to watch in the early going. There are two black kids who
dunk on the other team, but with the score tied 10 to 10 the other team starts
steam rolling the team Ray's on and scoring at will. It's soon obvious that
Ray's team is out of the other team's league. After two quarters Ray's team is
down by fourteen and it would have been more except for basically two
long-distant three point shots that were more prayers than good basketball
shots. They went in though, but the lead's sure to increase in the third and
fourth quarters. As the two teams take a break, Bean asks, "What do you
want from the refreshment stand?" I tell him, "Surprise me,
Bean," and he goes, "Okay, but stay in your seat while I get our
food." I mutter, "Yes sir, boss." Bean smiles and shrugs,
"I'm only following orders, Dylan. Just between you and me, I think it's
dumb, but Ray's real protective of his girlfriends. He always has been." I
mumble, "I'm his boyfriend, Bean, not his girlfriend." Bean says,
"Whatever, stay put," and he goes off with Jameson, Mark, Dawg,
Manny, and Devon to buy food at the refreshment stand. Sonny doesn't go of
course, because if he did, how would he be able to torture me? He slides down
the bleacher seat towards me and puts his arm around my neck, asking, "Did
you miss me?" I sarcastically say, "Bean told me I'm not allowed
to talk to you. Ray's orders." Sonny chuckles, "He's afraid I'll
steal you from him and I probably will. I know you're looking forward to
tomorrow afternoon, aren't you? I'm going to tie you up and recreate our hot
time of ten days ago. You're excited, yes?" I roll my eyes,
"Thrilled, Sonny." He snickers, "You are thrilled actually, but
you're too cool to show it. That's alright, I understand. Give me a kiss."
I go, "Get fucking real, Sonny," then I glance at the court and see
Ray looking right at us. I spread my arms, shaking my head, like, 'What can I
do?' Ray actually grins so maybe he understands my situation. Sonny's like gum
on my shoe, or like my shadow, which might be a better description. I say,
"How about sliding back down to your spot so neither of us gets in trouble?
I'll see you tomorrow." He grins, "First tell me you're thrilled
about you and me sneaking off on our secret date tomorrow afternoon." I
give a bored response, "I'm thrilled about it." He says, "I knew
you were. If you give me a kiss I'll go back to my seat." I look down at
the court and see Ray's back is to us, plus no one appears to be paying any
attention, so I kiss Sonny's lips, and he says, "You loved that,"
then slides back to his seat. The funny thing is my dick moved in my pants when
I kissed him. Sonny has sexy lips and he smells good. He looks sexy, too and
hell, he is sexy. Bean comes back with three hotdogs and two Cokes. We both eat
a hotdog and he says we'll share the third one.  Bean says, "I
thought I had more money with me. I'll eat half of this third hotdog and then
give the other half to you." He eats his half and passes the hotdog to me
and my first bite is where he took his last bite. To me that's sexy.

After we're done with the
hotdogs and Cokes, Bean sends me to dump the hotdog wrappers and Coke cups in
the trash can. Then the third quarter begins and it's not a pretty sight. The Ray's
team  is getting smoked and to make
matters worse, with only two minutes left in the game Ray drives to the basket
only to go down in a heap on the court. Someone accidentally stepped on his
foot as he was going for a lay up and now Ray's rolling around in pain holding
his foot, or more likely his ankle. He's helped to the bench where the
assistant coach tries to comfort Ray. The game mercifully ends with Ray's team
losing by thirty-five points. The final margin would have been larger except
the other team put all their subs in halfway through the fourth quarter. All us
posse boys go down to see how our leader's doing. He's laughing with a couple
of his teammates, but it's mostly false bravado because when he's done
commiserating with teammates, he says to us, "My fucking ankle is killing
me. Coach says I need to get my ankle X-rayed. He's taking me to the
hospital." We're concerned, but Ray says, "It's not life and death,
guys. Probably only a sprained ankle although the fucker really hurts." He
takes his car keys out of his pocket, saying to me, "Take my keys and get
my satchel, Dylan, then follow us to the hospital in my car. The rest of you
guys go on to Sunnydale's, we'll hook-up with you there." There's a minute
of posse fist bumps and hugs with everyone doing it to Ray and me, and then the
troops take off and the coach drives up near the court and helps Ray get in the
car, as Ray's telling the coach, "He'll follow us," nodding at me,
adding, "I'll get a ride home with him," then to me, "Get going,
Dylan," and I jog away with his satchel. At least Ray had the commonsense
not to say, 'My boyfriend will follow us,' and he didn't call me 'baby' or
something like that. Even Ray has a limit I guess, and being openly gay to his
coach isn't what he has in mind, and I say good!

With Ray in the car, the
coach drives to the parking lot where I'm waiting in Ray's car and then I
follow them to the hospital. It's about a twenty-minute ride, but it seems to
be in the direction of Framingham, so that's good. They drive to the emergency
room entrance while I park in the visitor's lot. It's a slow night for
emergencies luckily, so Ray gets taken for an X-ray within ten minutes after
arriving. He come out with crutches fifteen minutes later, not with a cast on
his ankle, just an Ace bandage. The coach asks, "Sprained ankle?" and
Ray's like, "Yes, coach, but I probably can't play next week." The
coach says, "I wouldn't think so, Ray, but how about showing up to support
your teammates." Ray goes, "Absolutely!" as we walk outside,
with me thinking, 'Ray's acting normal with the coach, sounding like a regular
kid and not the eccentric that Ray basically is. Huh! It's good to know he's
capable of that, although it's actually a little surprising. Ray manages to get
to the car on crutches after saying good night to the coach. Inside the car,
Ray says, "Thanks for driving, Dylan, and I'm sorry about this. I don't
know what the fuck happened exactly, but I think someone stepped on my foot.
Shit happens." I drive away, saying, "Tough break, Ray, but a sprain
is better than a broken bone." He mutters, "Yeah, I guess, but
sprains can linger awhile. Turn left at the next traffic light." I'm
thinking it's going to be two nights in a row without sex for me, and I guess
I'll need to get used to it. My chances of getting lucky with some cute
stranger in Wildwood are slim to none. I got lucky one time with that exotic
kid who's attending the Berklee College of Music in Boston, but I haven't seen
him since he hooked up with another gay kid who's also attending Berklee. The
chances of meeting a gay buddy at Berklee are probably better than at a liberal
arts college. I've heard that a higher than average percentage of music majors are
gay, or that might be a stereotype, who knows.

Surprisingly, Ray gives me
directions that lead to the old closed-down drive-in theater where Robby and I
ran into trouble that time Robby got carried away and almost smashed a guy's
skull in with a baseball bat. I had to scream at him to bring him to his
senses. I swore I'd never come back here, but what are the chances of something
like that happening again? Ray says, "Park over near that old refreshment
stand, baby." I give him a look with a surprised expression on my face and
he smiles, then says, "Ya didn't think I'd go back on my word, did ya? I
said I was going to show you how much I appreciate you being my boyfriend, and
I'm going to do my best to do that even with my ankle basically killing
me." I go, "You don't have to, Ray. I appreciate you keeping your word,
but come on, this is an unusual situation. It won't be any good knowing you're
hurting. It's alright really, let's meet the guys at Sunnydale's." He
says, "Help me get in the back seat and then you get your clothes off and
get in with me. I want to admire my boyfriend's naked body." I'm used to
following orders so I get out the driver's side and come around to the
passenger side to help Ray get out. With my arm around his waist he hops to the
back door and I help him get in. He says, "Get undressed right here so I
can watch you. Your body is awesome and while it makes me envious, I still like
looking at it. Are you sure you've never worked out?" I pull my t-shirt over
my head, saying, "Yeah, I'm sure, Ray. I would know if I worked out,
wouldn't I?" He snaps, "Don't be fresh with me. Watch your
mouth!" I mumble, "Sorry," and drop my pants realizing my dick
feels firm. I'm not wearing underpants so I'm naked now except for the sandals
on my feet. Ray says, "Stand close to the door," and when I do he
takes my cock in his fist and strokes it, saying, "You've got the most
perfect looking penis. It's ridiculously, um, perfect." But shaving your
pubic hairs, I'm beginning to think, is too, ah, too girlie. I'd like Maryanne
to shave her pussy and I'd like you to let yours grow back out. You know, so
you're more, no offense intended, but more manly. That's the only thing I can
find wrong with you. You're too pretty and, yes, girlie. Grow some whiskers or
something. You're a great boyfriend, but maybe too close to a girlfriend. Am I
making any sense?" I grunt as my cock bones-up tightly in Ray's fist with
him continuing to lazily stroke it. Shortly, I need to bend forward and put my
hands on Ray's shoulders, then grunt out, "No, Ray, it's crazy to say I'm
girlie. There isn't a girlie thing about me and I can't help it if I'm good
looking or haven't started growing whiskers yet. You're being unfair, mmmmm,
I'm getting a wicked boner, Ray."

Ray leans forward so the
top of his head is under my face as I'm leaning over holding onto his muscular
shoulders. I smell the sweat he's worked up playing basketball. It's not
offensive and now his BO is wafting up as his arm moves stroking my boner and
now pushing a finger in my ass. He says, "I'm sorry about accusing you of
being girlie. You're right, it's not girlie so much as not really manly like I
wish you were. You know, if I want to experience the full effect of gay sex for
that side of me I probably need to do it with a guy who's got hairy legs and
chest, and a full beard, ya know? How's this feel, by the way?" I'm
blowing out fast little breaths, grunting, "I'm starting to feel like I'm
going to cum." Ray's found my prostate and he's rubbing that now as I
moan, "Ooooh, mmmm, it feels good, Ray, but I don't want to cum so
quickly." He says, "Yeah, I'm milking you again, and after I do
there's a challenge for me. You know, to fuck a second climax out of you. I'm
doing it all for you, baby. Last night I had sex twice with my girlfriend and
she's finally getting to appreciate it. You appreciated it right from the first
time I fucked you. That's good for my ego." I'm going up on my toes, then
down, up on my toes, then down, as he strokes my insanely hard cock and rubs my
prostate. "Ooooh, Ray, I'm going to shoot cum all over you any minute
now." He laughs, "Don't you dare, baby, block it with your hand when
you have your orgasm." He chuckles, saying, "Ha ha, my fucking arms
are getting tired. The things I do for you. After I've milked your balls dry
you can rim my ass and then suck my cock. You get to do it all tonight like I
promised." My climax is on me now and I can't talk, only quietly moan
trying not to make an ass of myself. "You're almost there, I can
tell," Ray says, "Your nuts are against the bottom of my hand. You
know, when I used to jerk off as a kid, that's how I knew I was about ready to
explode. My nuts got up tight to my body, it's really quite interesting. Do you
think girls have the equivalent of balls? I'd ask Maryanne..." I hear no
more as the roaring in my ears is followed by me bucking my hips and then cum
spewing from my cock, most of it splattering off the palm of my hand that I got
in front of my boner just before cum exploded from it. I'm groaning quietly, as
Ray chuckles, "It splattered on me, Dylan. A spray of splattered cum, ha
ha, that was quite an orgasm." Three more shots of spunk splash off my
palm that's already drooling with warm cum. I'm seeing stars as Ray continues
stroking. His finger comes out of my ass and now that hand is squeezing my
balls a little too hard, but I'm too weak to complain. That was a two-day
orgasm.

Ray's chuckling, "That
was so cool, Dylan. You really poured out some spunk there. Wow!" He
points at his lap, "Look at this, I got a boner from milking your nuts. I
thought I was gonna cum there for a second seeing your cock pumping cum out in
a tight stream, really fast too. Man, it's really interesting. This bisexuality
thing is hot, and fun too. And interesting, like I said." I'm taking deep
breaths feeling the after-effects of climax buzzing around my cock and balls
with little sensations zipping around my rectum, probably from my prostate
stimulation. Ray says, "Just stand there a second," and he takes a
box of 'Wet Ones' from the pouch on the back of the front seat. Wet Ones are
moistened towelettes for cleaning your hands and face when soap and water aren't
available. He hands me three of them and I wipe the cum off my hand with two of
them, and then clean my cock with the other one. Ray's making a project out of
cleaning the finger he had up my ass, then he wipes at the spray of cum that
got on. Ray chuckles, he's in a surprising good mood considering his sprained
ankle must be hurting him. He grins at me, and mumbles, "I should make you
clean this finger with your mouth. You'd do that for me if I wanted, wouldn't
you?" I shrug, mumbling, "I guess, Ray. If I'm willing to stick my
tongue up your ass I don't think it'd be that big a deal to clean your
finger." He shakes his head, muttering, "I gotta really hand it to
you, babe, you sure know your place where you and I are concerned. Good for
you, and I'm not taking credit, but, heh heh, I guess I am by saying I was hard
on you, but that's what you needed to bring you down off your high horse and
put you in your place. Right?" I say, "I wasn't on a high horse, Ray.
I don't know what you mean by that. I've never felt I was better than anyone
else." He goes, "Well, let's not go over all this again, but you did
mock me for almost three years, right up until recently when you realized you
wanted to be my boyfriend. A hundred and eighty degree turn around for you, but
enough said about that." Then he says more, "I showed you who was
boss and to your credit you acquiesced and realized you needed to humble
yourself to me. I give you credit for that, but it was me that handled you in
just the right way. We know where we both stand in our relationship now, so
please, enough said about it already." Of course he's the only one talking
about it, and while he's got a lot of things mixed-up in his head, I can see
why he thinks the way he does. Not that it's important enough for me to give a
shit about it. I'm enjoying the posse boys and Ray's sex, the rest of his
nonsense is like water off a duck's back.

Ray throws his used
towelettes on the ground, saying, "Okay, get in here and close the door. I
got bit by one of those fucking mosquitoes out there! You're lucky you didn't
get eaten alive standing there naked like a good boy for your, um, for me while
I milked your balls. Ha ha, I almost said, 'standing there naked like a good
boy for your man', but I didn't." He's proud of himself, I suppose.
Ignoring that, I say, "For some reason I've never been bothered by
mosquitoes." He goes, "You're lucky. Undress me now and be careful of
my ankle, please." I go, "Lift your arms," and when he does I
pull his t-shirt, soaked in sweat, off over his head. Now his BO swarms around
me making me dizzy as I grope myself. So sexy it's beyond belief. He lifts his
butt off the seat and I pull his shorts down, being careful when I pull the
shorts over his bandaged ankle. Then his sweaty jockstrap. He says, "You
can smell that if you want," I'm not sure if he's serious, he probably is,
but I just mutter, "No thanks," and drop it on his t-shirt and
basketball shorts next to me on the floor. Reaching up I run my hand over his
damp chest, intrigued with his sparse chest hairs, then look up at him from my
kneeling spot on the floor. He looks down at me, then asks, "Do you want a
kiss?" I nod that I do because I want to feel his whiskers on my face.
They're longer than normal, certainly more than a two day's growth, and they're
now curly and very cool looking. Ray looks kinda cool himself. He says,
"Well, get up here and we'll have a little make-out. I was making out like
crazy with Maryann last night and the funniest thought came into my head. I
thought, 'Dylan makes out better than my girlfriend,' isn't that the oddest
thing?" I'm on the seat next to Ray now, mumbling, "No, it's not all
that odd. Some people make-out better than others." Then I do to Ray like
Seth did to me Monday in the back of the truck, I put a leg over Ray's legs and
sit on his lap facing him with one of my knees on the seat on either side of
him. Ray says, "You really are into me, aren't you?" I go,
"Sure, Ray, you're sexy. I've told you that before." When he lifts
his arms to put them around my neck I almost swoon from the extra strong BO
smell from Ray's underarms. It doesn't smell anything like rank body odor, it
smells like musk or something sexy like that.

Ray gently pulls my face
down to his, saying, "Let me give you a little lovin', baby," and he
puts the side of his face against mine with his curly whiskers feeling
surprisingly soft. He says in my ear, with his lips wetting it, "You have
the smoothest skin and the most amazingly sexy scent. Ya know, I've been
thinking about that the last couple of days and I almost gave in to your
nagging to see me last night. If I'm not careful I'm gonna get awfully hooked
on you. You're special, Dylan. More special than even I thought you were before
getting to know you. I never expected you to buckle under my thumb so easily,
but it makes me like you even more. What do you have to say to that?" I'm
like, "Well, thanks, Ray, but I haven't buckled under to you. I'm the same
as I always am with my boyfriends." He asks, "Boyfriends, as in more
than one? How many boyfriends do you have anyway?" I tell little white lie
number six thousand and four - or is it five? - and say, "Only you and
Robby Dickers, Ray." He moves the side of his face against mine, and it's
feeling really sexy, and then he asks, "How many boyfriends before Rob and
me?" I go, "Just one, and he dumped me," white lies numbers six
thousand five and six. No sense mentioning Ryan, who I love. Ray says,
"Dumped you? What the fuck is wrong with him? Who would dump you?" I
mumble, "You said you would," and Ray kisses my cheek, mumbling,
"That's a stupid bluff on my part, Dylan. I'll never have another
boyfriend as close to perfect as you. Maybe I'll have a more mature one, but
never one as perfect as you. Don't listen to my threats, I'm all bark and no
bite. I'm a pussy cat actually, but I pretend to be a hard ass to keep my
girlfriends in line." I ask, "How about your boyfriend?" He
chuckles, "You can't get past that, can you? When I say girlfriend I'm
including you, it's just like an abbreviation encompassing boyfriends and
girlfriends, a short cut," and then he kisses me, and like I've said
before, Ray's an excellent kisser, putting everything into it. He's not in Ryan's
class, but who is? Ray's very good though, one of the best I've run into.
Robby's my favorite, but mostly because I love him like no other.

Ray's quickly deep into the
make-out, his whiskers soft on my face, his BO musk inside my head, his tongue
massaging my tongue, and his lips sucking on mine. He has one arm around my
neck now, keeping my face tight against his and the fingers of his other hand
run though my hair at the back of my head, and a long, "Mmmmmmm,"
comes from my throat as my dick firms up even though I climaxed fifteen minutes
ago. Ray is so sexy I gotta admit it, and my hands are all over his bare back
and big shoulders. I can feel that big mushroom-headed cock hard against my
thigh now as I'm humping into his crotch moaning, highly aroused sexually. It
goes on for maybe ten sexually stimulating minutes. My arms are now hugging
around Ray's neck, my body plastered to his with perspiration forming between
us. I slide chest to chest in our sweat with his wet chest hairs so sexy to me that
I'm whining in sexual heat by the time Ray sucks on my tongue and then pulls
back. I'm moaning, "Lick my face, Ray." He does a long lick with his
wide tongue all across my cheek and, getting into it, continues with long licks
until my face is covered in his saliva. The last lick he does is my favorite,
right up the front of my face from my chin, over my lips, up the front of my
nose and on up past my forehead into my hairline. Ray's voice is raspy as he
mutters, "You are the sexiest human on earth. No one could be sexier, and
you're capturing me, I can feel it. I'll be eating out of your hand before
you're done." He chuckles, "Won't I?" I'm clinging to him
thinking he's pretty sexy himself and his musky BO is driving me nuts with
desire. "Fuck me, Ray." He says, "You get to rim me first, then
suck my cock and balls, and then I fuck you. That's how I roll, baby."
Then he licks my face again, mumbling, "You're fucking delicious, do you
know that?" He still usually follows up a statement with a question. His
tongue is out to lick me again, but I lick his tongue first and that gets us
into another wild make-out. Ray's drooling precum on both our laps when he
finally gasps, then grunts, "I give, ha ha. You are so hot and so special.
Show your man, er, show your boyfriend what you think of him."

I slide off Ray's lap and
stare at his humongous boner with its big mushroom head for a second, then look
Ray in the eyes. He chuckles again, saying, "Yep, that's going up your
pussy in a little while. Are you anxious for it?" Actually I am, but I
look down to his cock again, this time noticing his balls look so big they
appear to be swollen. Ray slides down length-ways on the seat with his head
even with the driver's backseat, he bends his knees with his feet on the seat,
then spreads his legs inviting me to rim his ass without actually saying it.
 Getting on my knees I lean my head down and lick the inside of his sweaty
thighs while smelling his strong crotch scent which is also more musk-like than
normal body odor. Laying my face against the side of his boner and swollen
balls, my nose pressed to his skin at his groin, right in the crease where his
legs connect to his body. I inhale deeply, then again with his pubic hairs
tickling my cheek; I need to fight the urge to moan as I inhale his scent. It's
his odor that's the aphrodisiac for me. Ray's sexy looking and he makes out and
fucks awesome, but it's his musky scent that drew me to him before I knew he
kissed so good and fucked so good. Sure, Ray's fucked me a couple of times over
the years, but he hadn't grown into his mushroom-headed cock back then, and his
fucking, while always good, wasn't nearly as good as it is now. Even though I
didn't realize it, it's been the BO musk that's intrigued me all along. Lifting
my head from his groin I spread his buttocks and put my face in his ass crack
and lick his asshole like a cat lapping milk, real fast. He squirms right from
the start, rubbing my head and shoulders as I lick over his anus' lips again
and again. I'm delirious with his scent fully in my head and I can't think
about anything else. As I lick his asshole, pathetic whining sounds come from
my throat and I go into deep sexual arousal. A big drool of precum drops from
his cock to my cheek with Ray urgently saying, "My cock now, my cock now
or I'll cum." I do a lick up under his nuts, and over top of his hairy
scrotum, then up the base of his cock swallowing his precum as I go. At the
head I lick all around it and then suck it into my mouth, going,
"Mmmmm," because it's awesomely big and he smells so sexy and his
precum tastes good. I try getting the head of his cock in my throat, but can't.
I succeeded once weeks ago, but not since then because the mushroom head swells
the more aroused Ray gets, and he's highly aroused now.

My face is slippery with
Ray's saliva and the sweat from his ass and crotch, plus my own saliva that
drools down off my chin as I lapped and sucked Ray's private parts. He pulls on
my ears to get me to come up off his cock. I look at him and see he's very
flushed, as he mutters, "That's the sexiest half hour of my life. From the
time we started making out till now has been incredible. You're awesome! He
pulls me up and hugs me against him. Our sweaty bodies squish together as he
kisses the side of my face. Ray won't kiss my mouth once I've rimmed him, so I
didn't expect him to. After hugging for a while, he says, "I can't figure
how to fuck you without my ankle getting bumped, or worse. All I can think of
is you riding my boner with me sitting on the seat and keeping my ankle out of
it. Get on my lap like you were before, a foot on either side of me this time
and ease your pussy down on my cock. I'll guide it to your pussy hole,
okay?" I've given up on the 'pussy' reference, happy to at least break him
of the 'your man' and 'my man' references. I straddle Ray anxious to feel his
unusual cock up my ass. His boner lays to the side so heavy and fat, engorged
with blood and whatever else makes a cock hard, it can't stick up straight like
mine when I'm wicked turned-on. I've got a sandal on each side of Ray with my
hands on his shoulders to steady myself and he slaps my calf, saying, "Not
with your sandals on the seat, use your head!" I kick off my sandals one
at a time, then steady myself again. My face is close to Ray's as I inhale his
body scent, then drop my head to rest my forehead against Ray's head. His arm
goes around my neck and he licks my face again. I've started something that
seems to have taken by asking Ray to lick my face. Of course I was thinking
about Robby and Ryan doing that, and now Ray's taken a liking to it too. It's
dominant of Ray and definitely submissive of me to let him do it by
 holding my face steady for him. After the lick he reaches over and
strokes my swinging boner, saying, "You blasted off a lot of cum less than
an hour ago, and now you've got another roaring boner. Gad, you're a sex
pot," and three more licks on my cheek, with Ray saying, "Yum, you
taste good. Okay, sit down on my big cock, baby. Make your man, um, boyfriend
happy. Show me how much I mean to you." With my hands at the back of Ray's
neck and the side of my face against his, moving slightly to feel his curly
whiskers, I lower my ass and Ray guides his cock, guessing where my asshole is
and the wet head of his cock hits the back of my scrotum. He adjusts the
position of his boner and it's now right against my asshole. I sit down a tiny
bit and the lips of my anus spread, down slightly more and half his cock head
is inside me, with me going, "Aaaah, oh my god." "Sit on it,
Dylan," as Ray reaches over and pushes down on my hips and the mushroom
head of his boner forces its way past my sphincter muscle with Ray going,
"Mmmmm, yeaaaah," and me going, "Ugh, ow, ooooh," as I sit
down further and my rectum spreads wide, achingly. I stop and hug around Ray's
head, groaning, as he says, "Take a rest until it feels better. Don't hurt
yourself, baby. I wouldn't want that," and he rubs my shoulders and moves
the side of his face against mine. He's being so considerate I give him a long
kiss right on his whiskers and then sit down another two inches. Ray goes,
"Aaaaah, mmmm, oh yeaaaah, Dylan," as I'm grunting quietly to myself,
but my rectum's finally getting with the program now and expanding nicely and
soon will feel good and wonderfully full.

After waiting about thirty
seconds I sit down, intending to go all the way to Ray's lap, but can't do it
and stop about two inches from his thighs because his huge boner is too long
and fat to take all at once. After waiting a few seconds, grunting and
clutching Ray's head, then kissing his whiskers again, I'm able to sit the rest
of the way down. Soon after that I'm squirming with sensations turning from bad
to good, and then to seriously sexy sensations in my whole rectum as I hug Ray
and squirm some more on his lap with his enormous cock filling me to capacity.
 Ray's groaning too, and rubbing his sweaty face against mine. We do this
for a few minutes, then Ray starts humping up with his hips moving his boner in
my ass and it's feeling fantastic now, absolutely fantastic! Ray moans,
"Mmmm, ride my cock, baby, Do it." I raise up with that big mushroom
head stimulating hundreds of sensitive spots in my rectum as it retracts and I
can't hold back my moan, "Oooooh, mmmm, oh, oh, it feels so good,
Ray." Sitting back down on his large boner feels so fucking good my
shoulders shudder and my head trembles. I'm sucking on my lips trying to
control my moans of pleasure, then I'm able to get into an up-and-down rhythm
that gets Ray moaning, his head back on the seat rolling from side to side as
he writhes in sexual pleasure. Seeing him so turned on gets me aroused further
and with a grunted, "Umm," from me with each ride down, and a,
"Ahhh, ooh," during each ride up, I ride that hard pole in ecstasy as
my boner tightens further and I need all my limited willpower to keep from
stroking it. Ray's cock gets fatter now, sending both of us into a choir of pleasurable
moans. Neither Ray nor I seem to mind that we're sounding like a couple of
goofs experiencing sex for the first time, but I for one can't help myself. The
fabulous sensations just keep growing stronger and stronger. For some reason,
riding Ray's cock like this hits all the most sensitive spots in my ass, not
the least spot being a highly stimulated prostate gland and it's getting so
intense I can hardly handle all the pleasure I'm feeling. Ray's musky BO is all
I smell, his whiskers against my face are very sexy, and it's all adding to the
unbelievable stimulation in my ass that's spreading out to other parts of my
body and is reaching an otherworldly level of sexual pleasure.

My arms are tightly around
Ray's neck, the side of my face tight against his as we moan into each other's
ears. It's truly an awesome fuck although my knees are finally feeling the
strain after five minutes or so of up-and-down, up-and-down. All kinds of sexy
sensations in my ass and cock with my balls getting ultra hard and by now I'm
sitting down hard and it's crunching Ray's big hard balls, but because I'm
getting a little wild with my lifts and sit downs there's nothing I can do
about it. Ray's nuts are taking a beating, but it doesn't seem to be bothering
him as I plop down on his lap crunching his nuts time after time. It's actually
adding to my arousal. My cock is now pointing directly at Ray's chest dripping
and throbbing, once again feeling wonderful. Then Ray groans loudly followed by
a violent thrust of his hips and then he's screaming, presumably because he put
pressure on his injured ankle. Concurrent with the scream I feel a gush of warm
cum in my ass and it's immediately sloppy up there as more cum shoots from
Ray's big mushroom-headed cock and in my head I can see the gaping pee slit as a
ton of cum fires into my bowels. Ray's making whimpering sounds now, his eyes
closed tightly. My orgasm's on me hot and heavy and I take my arm from around
his neck and cover the head of my boner a second before I almost pass-out with
the sensations of climax and a plop of cum splats out into the palm of my hand.
A plop of spunk about the size of a grape, but it felt like a gusher of cum.
Two more sprays of cum hit my hand with Ray whining at the sensations he's
still feeling as he continues thrusting his hips driving his cock up my ass.
I'm limp lying against him, our bodies make a squeaking sound as Ray's chest
slides against mine in our combined sweat. The heat of this summer evening in
the back seat of this car, windows up against the mosquitoes, and it is very
hot and humid in here with the smell of sex in the air. Ray's thrusting runs
out of steam and I lay against him enjoying his scent and his hot body and the
feel of my rectum being full like never before. Finally Ray says, "That
was an all-timer, baby. How'd you like it?" Our faces are sort of side by
side with my chin resting against his shoulder and my forehead against his
chin. I'm being careful to keep my hand with the dollops of spunk away from
Ray's shoulder. I heard his question, but I'm still savoring the after-effects
of that fuck and enjoying the feeling in my ass, so I don't answer. I just nod
my head up and down, rubbing my cheek against his chin. He rubs my back, gives
me a hug, then says, "I almost broke my fucking sprained ankle stomping
against the floor when I climaxed. Oh fuck, what a combination... sheer, searing
pain in my ankle and orgasmic sensation on my cock with my hair tingling from
the shock of that awesome orgasm I had. It was awesome alright, heh heh."
I take a deep breath, then mutter, "Let's stay like this until your cock
bones up again and we can do it all over again."

Ray gets a hand on either
side of my shoulders and pushes me away from him. God, we're sweaty. He says,
"Did your, um, boyfriend take care of you tonight, or what?" I nod my
head, grinning, and mutter, "Jesus, I'll say. I loved it. You milked my
balls dry so I could extend the pleasure longer before climaxing, right
Ray?" He says, "That's right. Do you want me to do that every time? I
gotta please you to keep you coming back for more." I go, "Yeah, do
it every time, Ray. Hey, how about milking my balls by sucking me off next
time." He laughs, "I know you're joking! The day I suck somebody's
cock is the last day I accommodate my gay side." I go, "Well don't
suck me off then because I love your cock up my ass and I want you to keep
accommodating your bisexual side." He says, "Just remember that the
next time I do or say something you don't care for. I'm not perfect and you're
too sensitive, which is a tenuous combination. Get off me, baby, I need to get
the air conditioning going. Or better yet, you need to get the air conditioning
going." I knew Ray was strong, but this surprised me... with a hand under
each of my armpits Ray lifts me off his cock, with me making a hissing sound
between my teeth with every inch of that mushroom head retreating from my
rectum, then he sits me on the floor in front of him. The huge head of his cock
made a wet "Plop" sound getting past my sphincter. Ray yells,
"Oh shit!' as he grabs the 'Wet Ones' and gives me a few, "Cover your
pussy with these. Look at the cum that dripped out of there when my cock came
free. A big blob on my fucking leg." I hold the towelettes to my puss, er,
my ass, and say, "It's your cum, Ray! My cum's in my hand." He snaps,
"Don't get pissy with me! I already told you once tonight to watch your
fresh mouth!" So much for the honeymoon. Fifteen seconds after telling each
other the sex was awesome we're arguing. He smacks the side of my butt cheek,
"Whack!" asking, "Do you understand me? I won't be
disrespected!" Well he did just say he's not perfect, and I can take the
bad parts to get to the good parts that's called fucking, so I mumble,
"I'm sorry, Ray." He grimaces and says, "Oh man, I'm sorry, too.
I didn't mean to hit you, I'm really sorry, Dylan. It's my fucking ankle...
it's killing me now and I took it out on you. Damn, I'm sorry. Let me give you
a kiss." I lean over with one hand on his shoulders and the other one
holding the towelette to my asshole absorbing drooling spunk from my bowels. He
kisses me on the lips, apparently forgetting I rimmed him earlier. Ray's a bit
of a germaphobe. After the kiss I say, "It's all right, Ray, I can take
it. As a matter of fact a spanking can be sexy sometimes." He's like,
"Really? Hmmm, spanking you might be a good deal as far as letting go of
my frustration at some of the nutty things you do and say." Nutty things I
do and say? He sees things the way he chooses, no matter what the facts are. I
let it go because we're back on good terms again.

Naked, I get out of the
back seat looking around for other cars, and quickly get into the driver's seat
to get the motor going and soon cool air is circulating around the inside of
the car. Getting back in with Ray, I basically dress him, then myself, and
after that we spend a good twenty minutes using the whole container of
"Wet Ones" cleaning ourselves and especially the back seat of the
car. It's probably cleaner when we're done than it was before we started. Ray
stays in the backseat as I drive his car to my condo. Along the way I ask him
if he'll be able to drive from my condo to his house. He says, "Yeah, it's
only a ten minute drive and it's my left ankle that's sprained, but it's
throbbing in a bad way now. I need some Tylenol." We talk about us, with
Ray telling me I'm his favorite girlfriend now, and I let that go. Pussy or
ass, girlfriend or boyfriend, what do I care? It's different, hot buddy sex
with Ray and I'll keep it going week to week as long as the good outweighs the
bad, and as of now it's not even close... the good of the posse boys,
especially Devon and Sonny, combined with Ray's unique sex, far outweighs Ray's
eccentricity. At the curb below my condo, I help Ray get into the drivers seat,
with him kissing my cheek instead of the posse fist bump and hug. We say
goodbye and he drives off. Quite an experience I must say. And I got a Sonny experience
coming up tomorrow afternoon. Sounds good!

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

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