Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 11:54:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  85 ready

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter  85

by  Donny Mumford


Laying on my side hugging a pillow, I open my eyes and look straight  ahead
at a window air conditioning unit. Where the fuck am I? Closing my eyes I
go back to sleep, needing the sleep more than caring where I am. The next
time I  open my eyes I'm on my back looking up into the pretty green eyes of
Cory  Dunlevy, are his eyes hazel? He smiles, saying, "It's five-thirty. How
do you  feel?" My mind's going a mile a minute until it latches onto this
morning and  then drifts backwards to the debacle in New York City. I say,
"I'm good, Cory,  thanks to you. You're a life saver and I'm serious about
that." He shakes his  head, quietly saying, "I didn't do much, but if it's
helped you I'm glad,  especially after all you've done for me." It's my turn to
shake my head, "I  haven't done anything for you except be your friend, and
now I've been saved by  that friend. Is this your bed?" He nods his head
acting a little shy now, which  is so Cory and kinda cute. I ask, "What's your
mom say about me being here?" He  sits on the bed with his hand on my leg
looking at me. Tilting his head, he  says, "You're very good looking. Oh, um,
mom doesn't know you're here. She had  breakfast at the pancake house with
her friend after church, then she came home  to change clothes and then went
right back to the church to help with tonight's  pot luck dinner." I mutter,
"Pot luck dinner, huh," not sure what that is. He  says, "I told her I'd be
helping a friend this afternoon. Anyway, I know she  wouldn't mind you
sleeping in my bed, but if I told her she'd be all concerned  about you. You know
how moms are. And, I wanted you all to myself I guess. If  she knew you
were here she wouldn't ask why because she'd just be happy I have a  friend." I
smile, "You have friends, Cory." He goes, "Not really, except for  you, and
Connor now too. We've emailed since he went away, but while having a
friend in the Army is nice, I don't get to see much of him." To get off the
touchy subject of Cory's friends or lack there of, I ask, "How's it been at Stop
 & Shop this summer?" He says, "It'll be better when you're back working
part  time, but it's okay. I submitted an application for part time work in
your name.  I wanted your application to be the first one they get from
Merrimack. Oh, and I  got a fifty cent an hour wage hike, whoop-de-doo." I shrug,
"That's so nice of  you to put the application in for me, Cory. And your
fifty cent an hour raise  amounts to twenty bucks more a week, thats nothing to
make fun of." He sucks on  his lips, then says, "I hugged you for an hour
when you first got in bed. You  went right to sleep. It was nice hugging you
and it reminded me of that awesome  time, you know, the time I slept in your
bed after the going away party for  Conner and Dodger. Do you remember
that?" Ha ha, do I remember that? Jeez. I nod  my head, but now I'm wondering if
he's referring to us kissing, which we did a  number of times. Because of
the kissing and hugging, the next day he wanted to  know if I thought he was
gay and I told him only he knows that. I'm not bringing  any of that up
though because it might embarrass him. Chubby can pull off that  kind of thing
making it all seem okay and funny, but I don't have his knack for  that.

We look at each other grinning. He asks, "What do you want to do?" I say,
"Buy you dinner and then go bowling. The dinner's a partial thank you for
saving  me, and the bowling is to partially cover up a lie I told people I
love." He  nods his head as if that makes perfect sense, although there's no
way it could  made sense to him. He leans down, and says, "Maybe we should do
what we do every  time we sleep over each other's house." Since that's only
occurred one time in  our lives before this, he must be referring to us
kissing. I say, "It's  traditional, as you say," and reach up to put my hand
behind his head, my  fingers in his hair. Looking scared, he slowly lowers his
head to mine and our  lips meet. Cory's kissing like he did the first time
with me, like you might  kiss your mom. I'm a tad more experienced though and
I showed Cory a few ideas  about kissing last time. He's smart so he picks
it up pretty quickly and he  obviously remembers the kissing lesson because
we have a damn nice kiss by the  time we're done with it. Oh, and during the
kiss Cory's laid his body on mine,  and now that the kiss is over he lays
on me with the side of his face against  mine and his arms around me. It's
kinda awkward. To break the silence, I rub his  hair, asking, "Cory, when was
the last time you had a haircut?" He lifts his  head, and says, "The last
time you gave me one. You gave Connor and me identical  flattops, remember?
Now I'll only go to you for haircuts. I told you that after  my haircut, but
you probably didn't believe me." I go, "No, of course I believed  you. I
mean, what person in their right mind would go to another barber after  I've cut
their hair." We both chuckle, which sort of relaxes the uneasiness I  was
sensing from Cory after our wet kiss. Well, to be honest, his open display
of affection has made me a little tense myself. I remember how stiff his body
 got in my bed when I first gave him a hug. He relaxed pretty quickly
though, and  it makes me smile thinking how we slept in each others arms. With a
hand on  either side of me, he lifts himself off me and then, with his face
over mine, he  says, "I got a boner from your kiss, does that mean
anything?" I bite the inside  of my cheek, then ask, "What's a boner?" He makes a
funny face and hops off the  bed, asking, "Would you like to take a shower?" I
say, "Yes, I would," and he  goes, "Good! I just spent an hour cleaning the
bathroom for you and laying out  our newest towels, and a new bar of soap,
and I've picked out my best clothes  for you to wear after the shower." Fuck,
he's breaking my heart here. I get out  of bed and hug him, then kiss him a
slow kiss on the lips as his body melds into  mine, and a quiet, "Mmmmm,"
comes from him with his arms hugging me tightly.  This time I feel his
boner... it's against my thigh. Feeling another guy's boner  usually causes a
boner on me, but it doesn't now. That's because Cory's too  sweet and innocent.
Yeah that, plus I have this thought in my mind that I must  not take
advantage of him. This is a very  curious way to end my very curious adventure in
New York City. Cory says, "I've  never felt about anyone the way I feel about
you, Dylan. I guess you could say  I'm gay for you." I mumble, "I'm
flattered, Cory. I think you're awesome." I  wish I had something more than that to
offer, some advice or something, but I  don't know what to say.

Cory hasn't even asked what brought me to him at nine o'clock on a Sunday
morning in the bad shape I was in, which is considerate of him. I'm going to
 tell him at dinner though because I want to tell someone how dumb I was. I
don't  know why, I just do. I say, "I've got two halves of a pair of
plastic handcuffs  on my wrists. Do you have something sharp that I can use to cut
them off?" He  doesn't ask why I have handcuffs on, he just says, "I'll
find something," and  leaves the bedroom. I sit on the bed feeling groggy. Cory
comes back holding up  odd looking scissors, saying, "My mom's new poultry
scissors," and he lifts my  right wrist and cuts the plastic off, then my
left wrist. I stare at his face  thinking how young he looks. Well, he is only
eighteen after all. I thank him  and he smiles shyly, but looking a little
proud of himself too. Patting his  shoulder, I mutter, "Shower time," and go
into their bathroom that's in the  short hallway. Inside the bathroom I've
got to smile because it's  spotless. Cory should see the shape my bathroom's
in sometimes. I'm going to use  all the stuff Cory set out for me, and then
wear his clothes because it would be  insulting to him to do otherwise. As
I shower the rest of New York City off of  me, I think back to the abrasive
Cory I first met and marvel at the  transformation of that Cory into this
sweet lovable version of himself. What a  monumental change from a
standoffish, self proclaimed homophobe to someone who  jumps at the chance to help a
friend and then hints around for a kiss from that  same friend. And from what
he said about his mother it seems she's changed as  well. She's apparently
no longer someone who brings her boyfriends home even if  the boyfriend's not
nice to her son. Now she's a church-going mom who, according  to Cory,
would be thrilled if he had a friend to bring home. Maybe Cory's  personality
change is what caused his mom's to change, or vice versus, or a  little of
each. Whatever the reason, I'm very happy for them, particularly for  Cory.
Shyness and defensiveness are hard roadblocks to overcome, and he still  has
that in him although not as much as he once had. Yeah, and add those factors
to his health that's threatened by Cystic Fibrosis, and then there's also
the  circumstance of him and his mom living from hand to mouth with no extra
money  for much else except living expenses, and it all adds up to
heartbreaking. The  inside of this apartment looks like it's a step up from the place
he used to  live, and it's very neat and well maintained so credit to Cory
and his mom for  that. They're poor, but making their lives the best they
can. My friends Connor  and Seth are constantly worried about money too, plus
no parents in their life,  or in Connor's case a negative factor in his life.
It's sad, but probably not  healthy for me to get too hung up on the harsh
reality of some people's lives,  especially when I'm not in position to do
anything about it. All I can do is  offer my friendship, but I sure wish I
could do more than that. One of the harsh  facts of life is I can't, so I'll
try not to dwell on that part and I'll  concentrate on the friendship part.

Drying myself I look at the clothes Cory's laid out for me. These are his
best duds. That's what he said anyway, and they look good to me. They'd be
my  best too, excluding the things Willie bought for me. Damn, I've gotta
call  Willie and see how he's doing. He's rich, but he doesn't have the heart
or the  guts Cory, Seth, and Connor have. If I had to be Willie or one of the
others,  I'd choose to be one of the others. The truth is I'm very happy
being me, and  grateful too. None of those four guys has a support system like
mine with Chubby  and the moms always ready to root for me, or pick me up
when I fall. Jesus, I  wonder why I'm so melancholy today? I stare at my
reflection in the bathroom  mirror looking mainly at my nip ring. I think it's
cool and I feel like kind of  a hot shit for getting it. Yeah, I yelped a bit
from the piercing, but nipples  are sensitive and sticking a needle through
one of them would get anybody's  attention. I didn't make that big of a
fuss, but it's certainly not something I  ever want to experience again. Before
leaving the bathroom I use the towel to  clean up after myself the best I
can. Wiping the mirror I'm like, 'wait a  fucking second!' Looking closely I
see something light blond on my chin. The  light hit it just right. Feeling
it with the pad of my finger I can only assume  it's the beginning of some
blond whiskers, although they're so soft now I can't  even feel them. It's in
it's infancy stage I suppose, but it's a start. Hmmm, I  check my top lip,
but just see tanned skin. Same for under my sideburns. Huh!  It's inevitable
I suppose, although my dad had no whiskers and very little body  hair when
he died. I can't get my head around the fact that I'm older then my  dad was
when he died. Talk about life being unfair. Mother nature  sucks!


Outside the bathroom I see that, for some reason, Cory has changed his
clothes. He looked perfectly alright with what he had on. I grin at him and he
blushes, saying, "I don't get invited out to dinner much so I didn't know
if I  was dressed properly." I put my arm across his shoulders, and say,
"You're  dressed perfectly. Guess what?" He goes, "What?" and I tell him, "I'm
getting  whiskers." He looks at me closely, then says, "I can't tell, so you
must have  shaved." I narrow my eyes, "Are you kidding me? Look at my face
closely." He  puts his head close to mine looking closely, and I notice again
that he smells  nice. Not really sexy, but nice. He rubs his fingers on my
upper lip, claiming,  "Oh, yeah. I see them." I chuckle, "The whiskers are
on my chin, you muppet, not  my upper lip." He feels my chin, saying,
"Scratchy." Giving him a 'look', I ask,  "Do you have barber scissors, by any
chance?" He says, "Yeah, I do. I used to  cut my own hair, remember?" I forgot
that. He asks, "Will you give me a  haircut?" I say, "Sure, that's why I asked
about scissors. Do you have  clippers?" He shakes his head, "Just the
scissors. I got them a few years ago...  um, they're second hand, not new. I
bought them on Ebay for five bucks." Well,  if Sonny can give haircuts with just
scissors I assume I can too. Cory's hair  hasn't been cut for a couple of
months so it's over his ears and doesn't look  anything like a flattop now.
He's acting excited about me giving him a haircut.  A little thing like this
has him running around taking a floor lamp to the  kitchen, positioning it
here and then saying, "Maybe it'd be better near the  window." Then
exclaiming, "It'll be easier sweeping up the hair off the tile  floor." He pulls over
a kitchen chair, asking, "Is this okay?" I say, "Perfect."  A stool would
be better, but a quick glance around tells me there is no stool.  He takes
his shirt off, asking, "This is right, isn't it? No shirt?" I go, "Yes,  but
maybe you should put a towel on your lap so you don't get hair on your clean
shorts." He gets a little kitchen towel and drapes it across his lap. My
mom  calls these small towels 'tea-towels', although I don't know why.


Cory's sitting in the chair with a grin on his face. I look at his
hairless, skinny body and think again that it's very much like Ryan's. I can see  a
couple of Cory's ribs, his narrow shoulders are a little slumped, and his
thin  legs stick out of his shorts looking longer than they actually are.
I've never  actually seen his dick, but it felt like a reasonably sized boner
poking my leg  earlier. Cory's shorter than me and not especially handsome,
although he's kinda  cute in sort of an unusual way. That might sound
contradictory, but it's how I  perceive his looks. Scissors and a comb are on the
edge of their small kitchen  table. Picking them up and looking at the
scissors, I'm impressed. They're old,  but they look very sharp and they're
professional barber's scissors. Combing  through his hair I can tell it's very
clean and it's got nice texture. I ask,  "What's it gonna be, Cory?" He asks,
"Can you do a flattop like last time?" I  consider it, then go, "Nah, not
with just scissors. It wouldn't be crisp,"  although Sonny makes it
crisp-looking when he cuts my hair with just scissors.  He's a freak with haircutting,
a fuckin' savant or something. I'm smart enough  to know I couldn't make it
come out right with just scissors. He says, "What do  you think I should
try, Dylan?" Running my fingers through his hair and then  massaging his scalp,
he goes, "That gave me shivers, it felt good," so I massage  his head with
both hands suggesting, "How about short, but the top hair gets  combed down
and the bangs get flipped up?" he says, "That sounds too cute for  me. I'm
not cute." He's killing me here. I hug his shoulders and kiss the side  of
his forehead, asking, "Who the fuck told you that? You are cute, Cory, I
swear to God." Oh lordie, does he ever blush over that. I love guys who blush,
maybe because I'm a bit of a blusher myself. He mutters, "Thanks, but I
still  think that haircut sounds too cute for me." I go, "Well, mostly cute
younger  kids rock that hair style, so I guess you're right. It's one of my old
favorites  though. Well, the last couple of haircuts I've given have been
short, but I comb  the top hairs forward, they don't stick up like a flattop,
and I cut the bangs  in front back to the hairline. It's a new style, sort
of." I push his bangs back  off his forehead, saying, "You have a good
hairline. It's right across your  forehead. It wouldn't look good for guys with a
widow's peak." He asks, "What's  that?" I go, "The hair line comes to a
rounded point at the middle of the  forehead and tapers back on both sides, some
have tapers more drastic than  others. And I don't know why it's called a
widow's peak. I haven't a clue, and  I'm not even sure how I know it's called
that."

Cory says, "Do the new hair style, okay?" I go, "Yep, coming right up."
Using scissors over comb I move the comb under the two inch hairs at his
sideburn and close the scissors on all that hair. "Scrunch", is the sound of the
 scissors cutting through dry hair and almost two inches of hair falls away
and  drifts off Cory's shoulder, some falling into his lap and some
drifting down his  back to the floor. A quarter inch of hair remains of his
sideburn. Repeating  that procedure up the side of his head, tapering it out
slightly longer as I  make my way to the top of this side. Where his head curves
the hairs left are a  half inch long. Lots and lots of brown hair is now in
his lap and on the floor.  This is repeated from his neck hairline up the
back of his head and over the  crown with those hairs also a half inch long. I
really enjoy cutting young guys'  hair. It's so full and healthy and I'm a
big fan of hair even though my various  boyfriends see to it that I myself
don't have a lot of it left on my head. The  back of his head is finished and
I begin on the other side, "Scrunch, Scrunch,  Scrunch." Neither of us has
spoken a word since the haircut began and it almost  becomes a sexual thing
between us... almost, but now quite. With Dodger it is a  sexual experience
and I can almost see why that is. Cory sits here docilely,  submissively if
you will, while I cut his hair as short as I want, dominantly if  you will.
When Sonny cuts my hair any way he wants I fall into a submissive  trance, so
it does become sexual, sort of, for me. That's mostly because of the
submissiveness I feel and it all began that time he tied me in a chair and gave
me what is called a 'forced' haircut. Done with the sides and back, I comb
up the hairs at the front of his head and hold that batch of hair between my
 index and middle finger. Then "Scrunch" go the scissors and all that hair
falls  in his lap. This is repeated all over his head leaving hairs on top
about  three-quarters of an inch long. Those hairs lay forward, flat on his
head. The  front hairs, or bangs, I cut back to his natural hairline. Then I
check all  around his head snipping a little here and there to make it all
even and neat.  Outlining around the hairline at the ears, using scissors,
doesn't do as good a  job as using trimmers, but it's almost as good. I ruffle
the hairs all over his  head with both hands getting loose clippings off.
Then all that remains to be  done is rubbing the hairs off his shoulders and
back before hugging around his  head and kissing the side of his forehead
again, feeling affection for  Cory.


Lifting the little towel from his lap, carefully capturing the hairs in
the middle, I see his shorts poking up from his boner. Okay, maybe it was a
sexual experience for Cory like it is for me when Sonny cuts my hair. I'm
going  to miss Sonny doing that, but Robby wants to give me haircuts so that's
what  will happen. That's if I don't see Sonny first. He knows how to push
all the  right buttons with me and I get kinda helplessly submissive with
him. It's  awesome, but it's not love and I choose love, which is where Robby
comes in.  This feels so strange being here with Cory, so unplanned and
surreal, and it all  seems like I've been away from home for a long time, but it
hasn't been very  long, like thirty-five hours since I drove away from my
condo. Hard to believe,  but there it is. Cory says, "I just loved that
haircut, Dylan," and he runs his  fingers back though his short hair. I ask,
"Don't you think you should see it  before deciding you love it? Heh heh." He
says, "I mean you cutting my hair...  that's what I loved." He stands up and
grins at me, "I'm goofy, huh? Loving you  cutting my hair is kinda goofy,
isn't it?" I say, "Nope, it's not. When the  right barber is cutting the right
guy's hair it can almost be a sexual  experience." He smiles, saying, "Well
you can eliminate the 'almost' for me when  you're the barber. I got myself
another boner, that mean erection, by the way,"  like he thinks I actually
didn't know what a boner is... me, the boner king." I  go, "Oh, I get it." He
grins, "You knew," and he gets a dustpan and brush to  sweep up his hair. If
it was me I'd want to see what my new haircut looked like  first, and then
sweep up the hair.

When the small kitchen is cleaned up and the lamp put back in the living
room, Cory finally checks his new haircut in the bathroom mirror. He calls
out  to me, "Now I love the haircut almost as much as I loved you cutting it."
He'd  say that if I totally fucked it up, which I didn't. I think it looks
cool. When  he comes out of the bathroom, I ask, "Ready for some dinner?" He
goes, "Yeah,  I'm starved. Neither of us had any lunch, but I feel funny
about you buying me  dinner." I go, "You buy me dinner next time, okay?" He
grins, "You got a deal.  Hope you like McDonalds dollar menu." Ha ha, I can't
get over how different Cory  seems. Different in only the best ways too. I
ruffle his hair and he leans into  me so I hug him and we kiss for awhile. He
still hasn't put his shirt on after  the haircut and his bare back feels so
nice against the palms of my hand. I rub  his back and then feel his boner
yet again. When I feel my dick tightening up I  let go of him. We look at
each other, and he says, "I lov..." but I put my  finger on his lips, going,
"Shhh, lets get something to eat," and then give him  another quick kiss on
his lips. He says, "Guess what?" I ask, "What?" and he  says, "I almost had
an accident in my shorts, in fact I did have a little one."  I guess he means
precum. I go, "Huh," then, "Where do you think we should eat?"  He adjust
his crotch, saying, "If you promise to let me treat you to dinner  there next
time, I'll choose Bertucci's." I say, "Ah, good choice," and he says,
"Promise first," so I say, "I promise," and he says, "I'll hold you to that.
Okay I'm ready and anxious." I ask, "Do you think you should put your shirt on
 first?" He laughs, "Oh yeah, I get flustered around you, Dylan, please
don't  make fun of me." I say, "I'm sorry," and hug him again. He's more than
willing  so this time I can't resist getting into a full time make out with
him. He's  soon moaning and doing little humps against my thigh as our
tongues rub together  and our lips kiss. My hand is rubbing up the back of his
head, his arms around  my neck, so it gets kind of hot once again. My cock is
as hard as his after  awhile and he tastes so good and seems very into our
make-out with moans from  his throat. When his moans turn to whiny sounds of
desperation I know he's going  to cum in his pants, and then with a long moan
he has an orgasm in his shorts.  He puts his forehead against my shoulder
and lets the after affects of his  orgasm flickers through him. I rub his
back until he lets go of me. Looking up  at me his face is blushing pink with
tears in his eyes. His lips quiver, as he  says, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help
myself. I spunked my pants for real this  time." I tell him, "Cory, I've
done that many times, I swear to God. It's  nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is
fun and should be enjoyed without guilt as long  as you're doing it with a
willing partner. Really, I'm serious."


Cory's head is down as he's pulling at the crotch of his khaki shorts. I
can see his cum soaking through both sides of the zipper. He rubs under his
nose  with his index finger like a little kid, then in a small voice, asks,
"Would you  ever consider doing real sex with me? I'm sorry for begging, but
I can't stop  myself." I quietly say, "Of course I would, Cory, I'm very
fond of you. Can we  have dinner and maybe discuss this a little more. I think
we should, don't you."  He says, "I'm acting like such an ass and I'm sorry,
I really am." I rub his  shoulder, "You're not acting like an ass. Don't
say that. We're friends and  friends confide in each other like we're doing
now. I'd be honored to have buddy  sex with you, but lets talk about it at
dinner. Okay?" He nods his head, looks  me in the eyes, and with a rye grin,
says, "But I am making an ass of myself. I  can't seem to help it." I go, "No
you're not," and he says, "Am so," and we do  that a couple of times until
he seems to have collected himself. He says, "I  gotta change my underwear
and shorts." I grin and nod my head. He's shaking his  head grinning, as he
walks off, saying over his shoulder, "Am so." Huh, guess  Cory's not
homophobic anymore. Ya know, sexual urges can be a powerful thing. I  don't have a
very strong sexual attraction to Cory, but I'm not apposed to buddy  sex in
general. With Cory I mostly feel a lot of compassion for him and I really
like him as a friend, and respect how far he's come socially. He smiles a lot
now and even makes little jokes. The most amazing thing is how he's opened
up  and expresses himself. I wouldn't have imagined him doing that in a
million  years when I first met him.

He reappears wearing different clothes, the ones he had on before he
changed. He's washed his face and seems composed. Putting his shirt on, he says,
"Please block from your mind my recent behavior, but not about us talking
about  something that's sexy." I say, "I have no idea what you're referring
to," and he  says, "Excellent. I won't jump you, don't worry, you're safe.
I've got myself  under control." I say again, as if I've actually blocked his
recent behavior  from my brain, "I have no idea what you're referring to,"
and he laughs as we  walk out the door. Going down the elevator, I say,
"There's something I want to  tell you about. Something I feel like a complete
idiot for doing what I did." He  says, "Good, I hate being the only idiot in
the elevator." I start by telling  him I met this guy in Wildwood who I
thought was very charismatic and so I was  attracted to him. He's good looking
with a confident dominance about whatever he  does. I explain  that I have
this little 'thing' about guys who are  dominant in sexual matters. Cory says,
"Oh my God, are you ever going to be  disappointed with me if we do
something sexy together." As I'm driving to  Bertucci's I explain the dominant thing
is just a side and as example I use my  boyfriend, Robby, saying he's not
particularly dominant at all, so it's not like  I can't enjoy sex with anyone
except dominant guys. That might sound like I have  a lot of sex, so not
wanting to misrepresent myself, I say, "Not that I've had  sex with a lot of
guys. I'm just talking from my limited experience." I don't  feel that's much
of a lie because the term 'a lot' is subjective. I have no idea  what Cory
would consider 'a lot', ya know. I guess I'm also sort of insinuating  to
Cory that John was the only person I had sex with in Wildwood, but he  can
form his own opinion about that. At least I don't categorically claim that
John was my only sex partner in Wildwood. There were one or two others, but I
was on a rare lucky streak. I give him some details of my trip to New York,
and  he's like, "What? You went to this guy's place in New York City and
nobody knew  where you were?" I go, "Yeah, that wasn't too smart, was it?"
We're at  Bertucci's so I park, saying, "I'll tell you some of the embarrassing
details  inside."

As we're walking into the restaurant I'm reconsidering this true
confession shit and trying to remember why I thought it was a good idea in the  first
place. Fortunately Sunday night isn't real busy at Bertucci's so we get
seated right away and while we're waiting for a waitress I tell him a little
about what Billy and John put me through initially, then about getting my
nip  ring and he asks, "How painful was that?" I go, "It's like stubbing your
toe,"  then add, "Stubbing it really hard and maybe doing it twice." Looking
at him I  can see his eyes get bigger and bigger, so I add, "It's like a
game, that's what  it mostly is. Um, and Billy's is this cute kid with this
long ponytail," and as  I'm telling Cory about my misadventure in New York
City it's sounding weirder  and weirder even to me, so I cut to the chase,
saying, "To make a long boring  story short, I left New York about four o'clock
in the morning and I'd gotten up  about the same time the morning before."
He's aghast, "You drove from New York  City without having slept for
twenty-four hours?" I shrug, "Yeah, that's why I  said I was an idiot, um, it's
mostly why. So I couldn't go home because what  would I tell them? I'd lied to
them saying I was with you yesterday and last  night. I said we had a bowling
tournament. That's what gave me the idea to come  to you for help. I wasn't
thinking too straight because we'd done a lot, I mean  we did some drinking
Saturday night. Anyway, that's why I was so messed up, but  you sure didn't
let me down." He nods his head, "Yeah, you were an idiot  alright. Driving
home drunk without sleeping for twenty-four hours. You could  have been
killed!" I say, "I know, I know, but I wasn't killed. I've learned my  lesson
though. I'll never do anything that idiotic again." He's running his  fingers
through his new haircut staring at me as a waitress comes over to our
table. Happy for the diversion I look up at her and see a woman of indeterminate
age with the name 'Trixie' on her name tag. She gives us menus and asks if
we  want a drink. We both order iced tea.


When Trixie leaves, Cory says, "You used me as your alibi." I say, "Um, I
was gonna tell you about it. You don't need to lie for me. No one will be
interested in verifying my story anyway, and we are gonna bowl so if anyone
mentions bowling, well, we bowled." He says, "Hell, I'd do more than lie for
 you, that's no problem. Actually I'm kinda proud you used me for your
alibi.  That you thought of me means maybe you were thinking about me." I go,
"Of course  I think about you, but I wasn't sure of your, um, sexual
orientation. What I  mean is, I wasn't thinking about you like that, but rather as a
friend I  admire." He asks, "Admire? Why would you admire me?" I go, "Well,
you're  adaptable to change and you were willing to see us gays differently
once you got  to know a couple of us." He says, "I was wrong about gays,
pure and simple.  Maybe it's because I was suppressing the possibility I liked
boys." I ask, "Do  you like boys?" He says, "I don't know, but probably.
What I know for sure is  I'm attracted to you. That's all I'm sure of." We
check the menu with me  wondering if I should introduce Seth to Cory, but nix
that idea right away  because they're basically geographically unsuitable.
Both are gentle souls,  although Seth can have an edge to him that might scare
Cory. "What can I get you  boys?" Trixie's back. I ask Cory, "Would you
share the antipasto sampler for an  appetizer with me," and he's like, "Oh yeah,
that'd be great." So I order that,  and add, "I'll have the Chicken
Marsala. How 'bout you Cory?" He goes, "Um, I'd  like this, the rigatoni thing,"
and he points to it on his menu. The waitress  says, "Rigatoni Abruzzi?" Cory
nods his head and repeats it, "Rigatoni Abruzzi,"  then blushes and frowns.
I fight back a chuckle. Trixie heads off  to place  our order, and Cory
asks, "What comes with that chicken dish?" I tell him,  "Grilled chicken,
mushrooms and Marsala sauce, plus green beans, which I'm  developing a taste for,
and roasted potatoes. Would you like to share our  entrées too?" He goes,
"If that's not too creepy, yeah I would." I go, "It's not  creepy at all. It's
done quite often, especially in here."


We're quiet for a few seconds, then Cory says, "I hate myself for  begging,
but do you think you could show me something sexy after dinner?" I go,
"Well, sure, what'd you have in mind?" He clears his throat dropping his eyes,
then mumbles, "Ooooh, boy, this is awkward. Harder than I thought it would
be."  I ask, "What is?" He glances at me, then drops his eyes again and sort
of  laughs, then says, "What I've been thinking about since I laid in bed
with you,  that's what's harder to say then I thought it would be. It was
easier saying it  in my head." I go, "There isn't a wide variety of
conventional sexual  possibilities. Is it conventional?" He goes, "For gays it is, but
not for  straight people." I go, that narrows it down significantly,
although some  straights do anal intercourse too. Oral sex is done by straights and
gays too,  so that only leaves anal intercourse. Is that it?" He makes a
popping sound with  his lips, saying, "Yep!" I ask, "Were you thinking of
being the top or the  bottom?" He goes, "Well, heh heh, um, I was actually
hoping to be the person  doing what you said, anal intercourse. I'm afraid the
other possibility might  hurt." I say, "It might. Some guys can't take a penis
up their ass, but I'm not  one of them. Sure, okay that's what we'll do,
but are you sure your mom won't  come in while we're, um, doing it.?" He says,
"Oh, we can't do it at my place! I  was hoping we could, ya know, like find
a lover's lane place or something." "You  mean do anal intercourse in the
Jeep," and he's apparently uncomfortable  discussing actual details so he
does the popping, "Yep!" again, and this time I  can't help but laugh. Then I
say, "Sure, I've heard rumors that it's been done  in cars and probably
pickups and vans too. Do you know what the actual act is  frequently referred to
as?" He looks up, then blushes again, saying, "Fucking?"  and he turns an
even darker red, then laughs, saying, "My face is on  fire."

Our appetizer arrives along with a bowl of house salad, rolls, and two
plates. We begin eating everything. I didn't realize how hungry I was. There's
fried mozzarella, Tuscan chicken wings, and meatballs in pomodoro sauce. We
 chomp away taking a break from our game of twenty questions in the gay sex
 category. Cory and I clean the appetizer plate, splitting everything
equally  meaning we had to cut in half the last meatball, chicken wing, and
mozzarella  stick. Then we attack the salad bowl and finish that off with a
couple of rolls  each, sopping up the dressing with the bread and butter. Great
version of  Italian dressing here at Bertucci's, it even rivals Ken's for
number one in my  book. We sit back wiping our mouths with napkins, then
drinking some ice tea.  Cory says, "I saw guys do it, do fucking, I mean. I saw it
on line today." I  ask, "Just today?" He blushes again shaking his head
'no', then says, "So I know  how it's done." I smile, "It's kinda obvious how
it's done, but it's good you  feel confident about it." He goes, "Oh, I don't
feel confident at all. I'm  nervous as hell. This is like the guttiest
thing I've ever done in my life.  Asking you to do it with me, I mean." I give a
thought to telling Cory that  Connor's gay, but that's not my place. Dumb
of me to even give it a passing  thought. It's Connor who will decide when
and if to tell Cory or anybody else.  Then, like he read my mind, Cory asks,
"Um, will you tell anyone about this?" I  say, "Of course not, Cory. It's
strictly our business and no one else's." He  nods his head. Everybody asks
that. Our dinners come and for the next fifteen  minutes we eat, talking only
to comment on the food. We're eating off each  other's plate. Both the
entrees are good, as are the sides that came with them.  The food's reasonably
priced too, but of course I wouldn't think of accepting  dinner from Cory, not
when money's so tight for him and his mom. When we're  done, Cory says,
"That was delicious, Dylan, I can't thank you enough. Next time  it's on me." I
say, "You bet, bud, hey, can I ask you something?" He says,  "Sure," and
being noisy, I ask, "Is your mom still dating that asshole guy  that's mean to
you?" He says, "No, thank God! He smacked my face one night and  mom threw a
ram. She threw him out and hasn't seen him since. Mom made a friend  who
lives in our building. The lady's real nice and got mom interested in  the
church and it's been awesome around here for about two months now." I nod my
head feeling really good for Cory, and his mom. There's not a thing wrong
with  going to church for those who want to, but I'm not one of them presently,
 although as little guys Chubby and I went to Sunday school for a couple of
 years. I don't remember when exactly, or why we stopped going.




For dessert we share a five layer chocolate cake. I like vanilla cake  with
butter cream icing best, but chocolate cake with butter cream icing is
second best. We finish all of that too and I feel comfortably full. Sharing
food  off the same plate is sexy some how... everything is connected to sex in
one way  or another. Hmmm, I wish Cory was a little sexier himself, but I'm
really liking  him now, not that I didn't before. With him being such a good
friend helping me  out I find I'm liking him even more than I did before.
Letting him screw me  isn't a major thing as far as I'm concerned and I'll
probably enjoy it, but it's  a big thing for him. The first time is something
you're likely to remember all  your life and I just wish I had a better
first time memory than the one I had  with fat Carl. As I always say though,
while he turned out to be a complete  asshole loser, he did me a favor showing
me my sexuality. Hmmm, first time sex  can be sweet. I've been fortunate in
helping one or two guys experience sex for  their first time. I'm not
bragging, but I've always tried to make it special for  them. Man, the first time
for that sweet as sugar kid in Key West, Pedro. The  kid on the housekeeping
staff who helped me clean up Willie after he threw-up  all over himself.
>From cleaning up Willie  to having sex with virgin Pedro  was like the
opposite ends of reality. From the extremely scary and unpleasant  to such a
beautiful experience with Pedro, and it all took place within an hour.  Wow, it
made me feel really good though, and made up for the ugliness of Willie
feeling sorry for himself and trying to jump to his death. If that was actually
what he was trying to do. You never know with Willie. Cory asks, "Are we
bowling  next?" I say, "Yes, if it's okay with you." He goes, "I love bowling,"
so that's  what we do.


With candlepin bowling it's hard to get a good total ten frame score
because the bowling ball is much smaller than a regular bowling ball and the
pins, the candlepins, are much skinnier than regular bowling pins. Aside from
that the rules for scoring are pretty much the same. What's different is the
 knocked over pins remain on the alley to be used knocking them into other
pins.  Also, in each frame you get three rolls, not two. The bad part for
casual  bowlers is you need to rent bowling shoes that have been worn about a
thousand  times before, and you know not everyone's feet are clean. The guy
behind the  counter does a cursory quick spray of something inside the shoes
before handing  them to us. Then, to make sure we don't walk off with the
shoes we need to give  him our street shoes for collateral. Chubby always
threatens to come bowling  wearing cheap flip flops and steal the bowling shoes
just to fuck 'em. That's  what he always threatens to do although he's
never actually done it. After  exchanging shoes we get a score card and we're
ready to go.

Half the alleys are empty so I chose one with an empty alley on either
side of us. Cory's a good bowler and his first roll is a strike, which is rare
in candlepins. He lifts his arms as I clap, saying, "Awesome, Cory!" I'm
not too  good so I get to have more turns than Cory. For instance, in the
first frame he  only got to roll once and I got to do it three times. The total
pins from his  first two rolls in the second frame get added to ten for his
strike score. He  knocks down nine pins in the second frame, but can't get
the tenth with his  third roll, so at the end of frame one it's Cory,
nineteen, and me, six. Second  frame I get seven pins down so now the score is
Cory, twenty-eight to my  thirteen. That's as close as I get to Cory the entire
game. He's loose and  laughing, but he tightens up in the second game and
after six frames we're tied.  I ask, "What happened to the champ's bowling?"
He says, "My mind is on what  comes after this game, heh heh." He chuckled,
but I can see he's uptight about  us having sex after bowling. I say, "You
know, Cory, maybe your proposing we  have sex is enough for one night. We'll
wait until another night to actually  have it. Break up the newness of it.
First part is you deciding to do it, and  the second part is actually doing
it, ya know." He nods his head, but mutters,  "It's tempting to do it that way
except I may never work up the courage to ask  you again." This is sort of
like Devon's first time, although he did it in two  parts but only after
changing his mind about doing it altogether, then changing  his mind again to
go through with it. That's what gave me the idea to offer Cory  an out. I can
take it or leave it myself, mostly because Cory's doing so well  coming out
of his shell. I'm worried that if something goes wrong he might  regress
back into his shell a little. Like if he's too nervous to get a boner...
something going wrong along those lines.


We finish game two, which Cory wins even though his mind wasn't on it.
After exchanging shoes and paying we walk outside with Cory now extra quiet. I
put my arm across his shoulders, saying, "Don't make this such a big deal,
Cory.  I mean it is a big deal, but not one to dread." He mutters, "I'm not
dreading it  at all, but I'm nervous I'll do something wrong and hurt you.
Hurt something  inside you, I mean." I go, "Don't give it another thought,
you won't hurt my,  um, rear end, trust me on that." He asks, "Should I buy as
condom?" I say, "Not  for my sake, but we'll get you one if you'd feel
better about it." He says, "No,  it's not for my benefit, but yours. You may not
want my spunk inside you." I go,  "I'm fine with your spunk, Cory, no
worries, dude." He shrugs, mumbling, "I'll  take your word for it," and I say,
"If you do it with anyone else, however, use  a condom. No one's ever gotten
anything from me so I know I'm safe. When I say  no one, I mean Robby and a
couple of other guys." He looks at me, asking, "How  many guys have you had
sex with?" I blush a little myself now, saying, "Not a  lot," and we get in
the Jeep.


I drive us to the reservoir and get lucky again here. Like the last time  I
was here there's only one other car about a hundred yards from us and it's
too  dark for any daredevil kids to be jumping illegally into the reservoir
from the  rocks above it. Turning off the lights we get in the backseat with
Cory watching  me, I assume for instructions. I take off my shirt, his
shirt actually, and he  takes off the shirt he's wearing. Getting my arm around
his neck, his face comes  to mine and we begin a surprisingly hot make-out.
My hands rub his familiar  body, familiar because it's like Ryan's body.
Hey, I just had a thought: maybe  I'm making out with Ryan subconsciously in my
head because I miss our sex and I  miss him. I'm still hurt he wants to go
back to Robby rather than me. I'm hurt  and confused because we loved each
other. Not like I love Robby, but second to  Robby. Now Ryan's changed his
mind and I don't know why. Cory moans quietly  brining me back to the present.
I'm sliding my tongue on his and sucking his  nice lips. His lips I've
never especially noticed before, but they're full and  kind of sexy. His tongue
is another good one, and I've been focusing on tongues  lately so that's how
I know. Not everyone has a tongue that's especially good  for making out.
Cory scores a point for his lips and a point for his tongue.  Well, hell, a
point for having Ryan's body type too. If he had a sexy scent we'd  really
have something special here. He smells nice, but not sexy. Odd that Ray's
weird BO smell is sexy to me, but it must be sexy to his girlfriend, Maryanne,
too. A person's scent is perceived differently by different people.


Cory bucks his hips a few times, then pulls his lips away. He has  saliva
on his chin, some of his and some of mine. Grabbing at his crotch he's
taking deep breaths, then says, "I almost did it again." I say, " Huh. Let's get
our clothes off. And, just so you don't get freaked out I'm telling you
ahead of  time that I shave my pubic hairs." He goes, "Ha ha, get out!" I'm
like, "No,  seriously. It's a gay thing I guess," as I take my shorts and
underwear off. He  stares at my privates swallowing hard. He goes, "You have a
nice dick and, um,  nuts. It looks cool with the hair shaved too, very cool
looking." I mutter,  "Yeah, thanks, it's not a big deal one way or the other."
Cory swallows noisily  again and then takes his pants off leaving his
underwear on. His boner is poking  up the front of his jockey shorts. He looks at
it, again blushing, then he says,  "Just so you're not freaked out, I have
a small penis." I mumble, "Lots of guys  do," and another swallow from him
as he pulls his jockey shorts down. His  boner's a five inch hard pole
sticking out from normal curly pubic hair, and  above average size balls. I frown,
"That's not a small penis, Cory, whaddaya  talking about?" He says, "Whew,
I thought it was compared to, um, some guys I  saw on line." I go, "Well,
it's not small." He asks, "What do I do now?" I say,  "I'll get on my hands
and knees, up on the seat here, and you stand on your  knees behind me and do
what you saw on line." He nods, "I can do that." So, I  get up on the seat
feeling kinda anxious to see what his cock feels like inside  me. I'm a
little more stoked about this than I thought I'd be. I don't consider  his cock
small, but it isn't like Ryan's so they're bodies aren't exactly the  same.
Wonder if Cory's cock being like Ryan's was in my subconscious mind when I
was marveling at how much their bodies are alike. Projecting again. You never
 know about your subconscious mind.


Cory gets up behind me and tentatively rubs his hands on my back, saying,
"I think you have the best body of anyone I've ever seen, Dylan, and your,
um,  buttocks are awesomely sexy too." I go, "Thank you, Cory, I like your
body too."  He rubs my sides so I wait patiently until I feel the head of his
cock against  my anus. In a squeaky, out of breath voice, he asks, "I just
push it in, right?"  I say, "Yes, but just start with the head and then give
my ass a few seconds to  adjust." Making his nervous popping sound with his
lips again, he pushes his  boner against the lips of my ass spreading them,
but his cock's head is still  only half in. Maybe he feels he needs to wait
a bit, so we wait. Then another  push and the head goes inside my body as
Cory lets out a loud, "Ooooooh, god,  ooooh, mmmm, that feels good. I think
I'm going to cum." I say, "Relax, just  relax, Cory, it'll pass." He goes,
"Mmmmm, oooh my God." It always is new for me  no matter how many times someone
sticks their boner in my ass, that awesome  feeling always feels new and
wonderful. I bite my lip and enjoy the full feeling  back there. Cory says,
"You were right, Dylan," although I'm not at all sure  what he's referring to.
He pushes his cock two inches up my ass going through  his routine again,
"Oooooh, ummmm, aaaah, mmm, oooh God, that feels good." He's  breathing
loudly through his nose rubbing the palms of his hands back and forth  on my
back. Seemingly out of breath, he mutters, "Mmmmm, nothing's ever felt  this
good before." He takes a deep breath and then pushes his boner in the rest  of
the way, and, "Aaaah, mmmm," slips out of my mouth. I feel like moaning some
 more myself because it feels mighty good to me too, but I stifle it so as
not to  alarm Cory. Then he leans his body against my ass and the head of
his cock goes  up my rectum another half inch and we're both breathing loudly
now. I mutter,  "Damn, that feels good, Cory." He exhales through his mouth
this time, spraying  my back with misty saliva. He grunts, "Yes, it sure
does feel good," as if I  asked him if it felt good. He pulls back his boner
that feels fatter now then it  did at first, and immediately pushes it back in
quickly as we do a duet of,  "Ooooh, yeaaah." Grabbing my hips he starts
fucking me and my cock bones right  up. I've found that everyone picks up
fucking very easily, and why wouldn't  they. It's working up the balls to ask
someone for sex that's the hard part.  Cory has a nice size cock for fucking
because it feels snug in there and yet  there's no initial pain or
discomfort, it's all pleasure. He's got it going  awesomely now. A steady fucking and
it's not too fast like most beginners. He's  hitting all the right spots,
tightly filling my rectum, tantalizing my prostate  and creating sexy
sensations on my anus's lips.


I expected him to blow his load by now, but he's still moaning  constantly,
fucking me steadily and it feels so good I give up biting my lip and  moan
softly at the pleasure sensations along with Cory. Oh man, does this feel
sexy and Cory's doing great, even getting my shoulders to shudder at the,
"Slap,  slap, slap, slap, slap," of his groin and belly against my ass cheeks.
The  slapping sounds continue as Cory and I moan from sexual pleasure. His
grip on my  hips is maybe a little too tight, but other than that it's an
excellent fuck. He  picks up the speed and force of his thrusts as he's gained
confident in what he  is doing. Sensations build as precum drips from my
cock and I feel my orgasm  begin to build. There all the normal sensations I
always get when being fucked,  but a virgin cock in my ass adds something
special. It's like a brand new cock  sliding against the walls of my rectum,
back and forth it goes sliding  deliciously over my prostate as it's on this in
and out repetitive journey. I  love a hard cock in my ass and the newness
of Cory's is giving me an extra  squirmy feeling all around my groin. My
boner gets extra hard as I envision his  fat cock sliding up my ass, up an ass
for the first time ever, and it's my ass.  Cory's groans and moans of sexual
pleasure increases the thrill of this sexual  experience for me, and knowing
it's his first time, and that he's doing so  well makes me like it all the
more. The hypnotic "Slap, slap, slap, slap,"  sounds get my shoulders to
shudder again as I'm tightening my sphincter muscle  increasing the fantastic
sensation's Cory's cock is creating. My head goes back  as a moan of pleasure
comes out, "oooooh, ooooh, mmmm, yeaaah," and now I'm  worried I'll climax
before the novice, Cory, does. Embarrassingly, I'm now  going, "Aaah, Aaah,
ooh, aaah," as Cory slams his cock steadily up my ass. Being  the top gives
a guy the feeling he's the one in charge and it's just a natural  thing I
guess. Cory may not be thinking he's basically in charge of this sex,  but the
way he's slamming into me now I'm almost expecting he'll begin smacking  my
ass, and asking, "How's that feel, boy? Do you like my cock fucking you,
huh?" He doesn't of course, although I wish he would. That'd be so awesome
coming from Cory. Not that he needs to do anything more than he's doing
because  my orgasm is rushing on me now. It's about to explode as my cock
tightens up  even more with the head throbs with me holding my breath trying to
absorb all  the incredible sensation of sexual delight, then I squeal, arching
my back and  thrusting my hips as cum fires out of my cock. I go, "Aaaaah,
ooooh, ah, ah, ah"  as three more spurts of cum leave the head of my cock. My
cock quivers, alive  with sexy sensations as my body is shuddering and my
toes curling. Cory's into  fast doggie fucking now. He moans, then goes,
"Oooooh," slams into me and lays  on my back, his body shaking like a leaf as he
does tight humps against my  buttocks filling my bowels with a lot of cum.
It's sloppy right away with him  now into erratic out of control humping
against me. He's lifting off my back and  dropping back on me, his cock
slamming up my ass. Damn, he didn't squeal like  me, he had more of a normal
exclamation when climaxing. Why do I do the  squealing? Embarrassing, especially
since I'm supposed to be the experienced  one. Cory's still driving his boner
up my cum saturated ass splattering drooling  cum around my buttocks. His
big balls produced a large amount of semen, for  sure.


Cory's exhausted now, laying on my back breathing deeply. His heart  pounds
on my back, always a nice feeling for me. The afterglow of climax is so
wonderful. After a minute or so, Cory lifts up and pulls his cock out of my
ass,  moaning, "Ooh, ooh, aaah," as he sits on the seat still breathing hard.
I'm  going through the junk Chubby's thrown on the floor back here... I'm
looking for  napkins from fast food meals. I find plenty of unused ones and
use some to wipe  up my cum from the seat, then other ones to wipe my ass.
Cory's breathing  normally now, not even pulling his pud. I sit next to him on
some more napkins,  then say, "That was awesome, Cory." He looks at me
grinning, "I did okay, huh?"  I nod my head seeing a little confidence in him,
not something you normally see  from Cory. I try making the popping sound he
makes, saying, "Yep!" and he laughs  a little, then says, "That is the most
awesome thing I've ever done in my life.  Did you like it? I mean you
climaxed before me." I say, "Of course I liked it,  I'm gay and you fuck good.
Small dick, my ass! That's not small, you've got  yourself a pleasure penis." He
chuckles, "So, it felt good?" I say, "Yes, it  did," and he says, "It felt
fabulous to me too, the best feeling ever." I pat  his shoulder, then
squeeze the back of his neck, saying, "You're awesome, Cory,  but you need a
boyfriend." He says, "Too shy, I'm too shy for a boyfriend,  except with you." I
shrug, "Shy kids have boyfriends too. I've been Robby's  boyfriend for
almost three years and we were both shy." He says, "Really, you've  never seemed
shy to me." I go, "I cover it up pretty good, but I'm shy with  certain
people I don't know that well. Not everyone though, and I'm not nearly  as shy
as I used to be." He says, "So you're saying I'll outgrow my shyness." I
say, "You're already much less shy then you used to be." He goes, "Yeah, you're
 right, I guess. I hadn't noticed, but now that you said that, I think
you're  right." I go, "Be open minded in school and maybe some guy will seem hot
to you.  If so there's a chance he might be gay. I say that because in some
cases gays  gravitate towards one another, but you need to look for any
signs." We're both  talking as if it's confirmed that he's gay and not
wondering any longer if he  is. He asks, "Like what signs?" I go, "Well, if a guy
asks you out on a date,  that's a clue right there." He goes, "Or if someone
asks if they can suck my  dick, another clue, right?" I go, "I think you've
got it now!" We both chuckle,  then I say, "Well, I guess we can get
dressed," and that's what we  do.


When dressed, with napkins in my jockey shorts 'cause this lad deposited  a
lot of cum in my ass, we get in the front seat and Cory goes, "Oh, it's so
good knowing I won't die a virgin." I'm not touching that comment, it's too
 morbid. He goes on excitedly, "It was just as good as I imagined it would
be. Do  you realize how you've changed my life?" I go, "What are you talking
about? I  didn't change your life, you changed it and I'm proud of you, and
proud to know  you." He goes, "You say the nicest things to me, but at the
very least you  inspired me by showing me how nice someone can be. I thought
everyone was an  asshole, and that I was one too, but I found out through
you that's not true.  There are a lot of assholes in the world of course, but
there are some good guys  too, and you're one of the best." I go, "You're
overrating me, Cory." He goes,  "Oh no I'm not. I acted like a fool when we
first met, and not just the first  time either, but any number of times and
you stayed nice and gave me a few  things to think about and it changed my
life, so there." I glance at him, and  say, "Thank, Cory, I'm glad I was a
help, but you did the heavy lifting and now  we're both awesome." He says, "You
make light of it, but it's monumental to me."  I say, "Sorry, I know it's
all important to you, I'm just saying you need to  give yourself most of the
credit." He says, "Okay, we are both awesome." I  mutter, "There ya go."
We're back at his apartment and I'm feeling tired again  so I tell him I've
gotta get home now. It's after nine o'clock already and I've  got an hour's
drive to Framingham. Before getting out of the Jeep, he asks, "Is  it
appropriate to have a goodnight kiss?" I say, "Absolutely," and lean over so  we can
kiss a nice five second kiss. Cory smiles, "You're the awesome one. This
has been a day I'll never forget. My coming out day I guess you could say and
I  owe it all to you. Bye, Dylan, see you soon." As he's getting out I smile
and  nod at him, and then with a wave of my hand I'm on my way home at
last.


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



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