Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 12:08:30 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  93

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  93


by  Donny Mumford



Chubby and I surprised Robby by visiting him at the  hospital an hour ago.
We found out he'll be coming home tomorrow, but I'm  still glad we made the
trip to Worcester. We had a nice visit until we  eventually got kicked out
for over staying our visitor's pass. After that we  drove directly to our
condos and now we've just split up for the night. Chubby  to get ready for his
Saturday night date with Mary Jo and me to wait in my  condo for Devon. He
wants a haircut and I'm guessing he also wants to try sex  again. That's just
an educated guess on my part, but he does seem to like  fucking me doggie
style and I'm cool with that. One time we had sex while I  sat on his lap
facing him, but mostly it's doggie style. I was kinda surprised  we had sex
together of any kind, and maybe even more surprising is his  propensity for
making-out. A straight or bisexual guy might try something  'gay' out of
curiosity, usually after he's had too much to drink, but almost  always without
making-out. Not with Devon though, he's a good make-out. He's  having sex with
Annie too so I've come to the obvious conclusion he's  bisexual. If he had
sex with me just the one time and that was all there was  to it I wouldn't
say he's necessarily bisexual. In that case he'd be just a  curious straight
guy, but Devon came back for more. As far as us two having  sex tonight
goes, I can take it or leave it. I wouldn't mind it and why would  I, he's cute
and sexy. On the other hand, Willie fucked me four times between  last night
and early this morning so if I'm wrong and Devon isn't interested  in sex
tonight, that's okay too. In either case I'll shampoo and cut his hair,  with
a little massaging thrown in, and those are all things I enjoy doing for
cute young guys like Devon. Another posse boy, Bean, said he's calling for a
haircut next week and he might be interested in delving into oral sex
again.  I'm not attracted to him like I am to Devon, but if Bean wants his cock
sucked  again that's no problem. I've always liked sucking cock and feeling a
guy's  dick grow hard in my mouth. Aside from enjoying it myself, it's kind
of a  satisfying feeling to be able to provide a sexy thrill for my
friends. I'm a  fan of most guys around my age anyway, that's the bottom line.
There are  exceptions, but for the most part young guys are cool. A percentage
of them  are even cute to go along with them being cool. In my opinion it's
rare there  isn't something cute about a young guy even if  it's only his
grin.


I'm on the balcony drinking a Coke and smoking a cigarette when Devon
rings the doorbell. On my way to the front door I grab a stick of Doublemint
gum to counteract my cigarette breath. Opening the door I see Devon with a
nervous grin on his face, looking cute. "Come on in, Devon. How ya doing?" He
says, "Good, Dylan, I'm doing okay," and we do the posse greeting with
Devon  delaying the hugging part, his cheek against mine. He quietly says in my
ear,  "I've, um, been thinking about us lately," then he gives me a tight
hug and  lets go of me. I smile, "You've been thinking about us?" and he nods
his head,  "Yeah, I've got a wicked crush on you and at the same time a
guilty conscience  that's as big as a mountain." I mumble, "I'm sorry to hear
about your guilty  conscience, Devon. Come on downstairs." He follows me down
the steps with me  asking over my shoulder, "Do you want to talk about it?"
He mutters, "I don't  know what the hell I want anymore, Dylan." We go into
the half bath where he  pulls his shirt over his head and immediately his
warm body scent wafts up in  my face making me suck on my bottom lip and take
a deep breath. Like his  brother, Sonny, Devon has a sexy boyish scent. Very
similar scents on both of  them which shouldn't be surprising I guess.
Unlike Sonny, Devon has a little  strip of chest hairs down his breast bone. A
thinish five inch strip of short  brown wavy chest hairs that looks soft.
It's not macho looking so much as it's  boyish and underdeveloped. Other than
that his torso is smooth with normal  body definition. He's has a taut body
that's almost skinny, but not quite.  It's attractive actually and made more
so because his creamy colored torso is  contrasting nicely with his tan
arms, face, and neck. The tan of his neck is  extended into a 'V' where his
shirt is left unbuttoned at the top in front  allowing the sun to do it's thing.
Devon's tan legs have some hair on the  calves, but not enough that it
detracts from their attractiveness. He's got a  nice body over all and, like I
said, he's friggin' cute too.


I tousle his short light-brown hair that's the length my hair was  before
my haircut. It's grown out a half inch or so from the burr haircut he  got
last time, so it's fuzzy on top now and long enough on the sides to touch  the
tops of his ears. Devon's ears stick out a little which I think adds to
his boyish cuteness. He's another kid who looks younger than is age. so I ask,
 "When will you be nineteen, Devon?" He goes, "Next month, why?" I shrug,
"I  don't know, you look young for your age and I was curious." He chuckles,
muttering, "Look who's talking about looking young for their age." I say,
"We're lucky I guess. You said you've been thinking about us, whaddaya
mean?"  He wets his lips with his pink tongue, then says, "Well, it's like this.
Um,  well, it's that I think about you when I'm having sex with Annie, and
that  can't be good. I Think I love Annie and it hurts me that I'm being
unfaithful  to her. She and me been going together for quite awhile now and she
deserves  better from me." I nod my head, not sure what to say to that. Then
I quietly  mutter, "I don't want to be the reason for your guilty
conscience. You know,  perhaps it would help if you understood the concept of buddy
sex a little  better. It's not a commitment of any kind and certainly has
nothing to do with  love, other than friendship. We just won't do it until you
can do it without  feeling guilty. Okay?" He looks at me, "I wish it were
that simple, Dylan.  Hell, I had to talk myself out of calling you ten times
the last couple of  weeks. Sex with you is so, so hot. I've been thinking
about it a lot. Do you  ever think about me?" Well, there's a loaded question
if I ever heard one. No  matter what I say it won't help Devon. If I say
'yes' it'll encourage him that  we're developing a real relationship and neither
of us needs that. If I say  'no' it might hurt his feelings. Hmmm, finally
I go, "Sure I think about you,  Devon. I like you, and we're friends. We're
buddies with or without sex. I  think about all my friends, so thinking
about you is nothing unusual." That's  the best I can come up with in this mine
field we're in at the moment. He sits  in the shampoo chair, and says, "You
don't think about me the way I think  about you though, right?" I answer his
question with one of my own, "Exactly  how do you think about me?"


Hoping to get off this topic I tilt his chair back against the sink and
turn the water on to warm it. He looks at me, "Well, Dylan, I think about you
and me doing sex, that's what I think about us. I guess I'm infatuated with
 you so I think about us making love together." I say, "Okay, but that
doesn't  need to mean you love Annie less. I mean, my true love is Robby, Rob
Dickers.  When I have occasional buddy sex on the side it doesn't mean I love
him less.  We're young and working our way through our individual sexual
appetites. Most  guys our age are in the middle of the most powerful sex drive
we'll ever  experience in our lives. Our testosterone level is highest at
our age. Robby  and I call the buddy sex we do 'sowing our wild oats'." I'm
combing through  his hair, as he asks, "What the hell are wild oats?" I
mutter, "I don't know,  it's just a saying. For us it means getting side sex out
of our system so we  can devote ourselves to each other at some point." He
thinks about that as I  wet his hair using the spray attachment at the end of
a flexible hose that's  connected to the spigot. After a minute he says,
"That seems like a convenient  rationalization for freedom to do some fucking
around." I go, "Or, it could be  true. We'll see, and in the meantime that's
the premise we're working with and  so far it's working for us very nicely.
I know my love for Robby is more  intense now than it was a year ago, for
example. I'm learning to appreciate  him more for who he is." Devon nods and
turns his head to look at me, "Are you  saying I'm making too much of
occasional, as you call it, buddy sex with you?"  I say, "That's for you to decide,
but my opinion is that yes you are making more of it than it is." He thinks
 about that, then to illustrate my point, I add, "You spend much more time
with  your friends than you do with Annie, right? Does that make you feel
guilty?"  He says, "No, that doesn't make me feel guilty, I sort of see what
you mean.  This conversation is easing my conscience considerably, Dylan. I'm
beginning  to put it in perspective, but I still feel some guilt doing
things behind her  back." Pouring shampoo into his hair, I ask him, "Do you feel
guilty jerking  off in between dates with, Annie? That's behind her back."
He chuckles, "I do  not jerk off... not every day anyway, heh heh.  You're
the posse's sex  advisor, ain't ya."


Letting that slide, I begin shampooing his hair. Maybe if I stop
commenting on what he says, Devon will drop the subject. I'm aware a  relationship
that works for one guy doesn't necessarily mean it'll work for  another. Robby
and I are comfortable with our love affair and others can be  comfortable
with their's any way they choose. I'm not interested in converting  anyone to
my way of thinking except Robby. It's him and me who will eventually  be
riding into the sunset together so it's him and me I'm most concerned with
pleasing. Devon is obviously confused and I'd like to help him with his
dilemma, but I don't feel comfortable giving advise. I've made so many  mistakes
and bad choices myself growing up I'm simply not qualified to tell  others
how they should think or act. Certainly not as a sex advisor to the  posse
boys, Jesus! Anyway, it was Devon who initially brought up the subject  of us
having sex together, not me. I've merely been trying to accommodate him
with that, but I've never once suggested we have sex. Not before we did it the
first time, or the two subsequent times. Like I said earlier, it's fine
with  me if we don't have sex again. In fact I'd probably prefer it if we
didn't,  especially tonight  because I'm quite sexually satisfied thanks to
Willie. Devon's quiet as I shampoo and massage his hair and scalp. Even though
I'm not feeling especially hot to trot with him tonight, I'm still enjoying
looking at him. He and Sonny have some similar facial features, although
they  don't look as much alike as Robby and Dodger. Sonny's a little cuter
than his  brother, but Devon's looks have a sexy quality that Sonny's don't. As
I'm  running my fingers from the back of Devon's neck up and over the top
of his  head, he murmurs, "That feels good, Dylan. Being with you feels good,
and I'm  sorry if it seems like I'm dropping my problem on you. I don't
mean to do  that. It's just that you're the only person who I feel comfortable
talking  about this." I say, "I don't mind, but you need to realize I don't
have all  the answers." He goes, "I know, but you have helped me put things
in  perspective. I can't ignore my situation entirely though. I told you
about me  and that kid, Buttons, right? When we were twelve years old I had the
hot's  for him although we never did an actual sex act together. Well, I
did shoot  off in my bathing suit that one time, and did that ever feel good!
It was one  time we were sitting next to each other at the edge of the pool.
We'd just  come from the locker room where the two of us undressed so we
could look at  each other's cock, balls, and ass. Then when we were by the
pool sitting  together with our sides touching he put his arm across my
shoulders and pulled  me against him tighter and rubbed his cheek on mine. I looked
at him then with  a hard boner poking out my bathing suit. He stared into
my eyes as he made a  kissing motion with his lips and I felt an orgasm
coming on. When he ran the  palm of his hand down my back and then squeezed my
ass, cum exploded in my  bathing suit. It was weird, but he just turned me on
sexually like nothing  else had to that point. He was basically a geek, a
geek that I was sexually  aroused by. Then nothing of that sort occurred to me
again until six years  later when I met you."


I'm listening, but not commenting, hoping Devon talks himself out. As  I'm
rinsing his hair, Devon says, "So there was Buttons who I was sexually
aroused by and now you, so it's not something I can ignore. I need to admit to
myself when I cross paths with just the right boy I have bisexual
tendencies.  Do you think I should tell Annie?" Guess I can't avoid a direct question.
 "Yes, you should, Devon, but not now. Give it time because as I told you
before, crushes often, almost always actually, fade away. It's only been
recent that you've been thinking about you and me. It snuck up on you and it
could just as easily drift away with time." He goes, "You give me good
advise,  Dylan, thanks." Shit, I don't know if it's good advise or not, but I
don't  want Devon doing something rash that he'll regret later. My philosophy
is to  put stuff off and let time decide if it's even a real problem in the
first  place. It could resolve itself without me complicating it and fucking
it up  more. It doesn't always resolve itself, of course, and there are
situations  that require immediate action, but in Devon's case this isn't one of
those  times. I say, "Don't do anything rash, is all I'm saying." He
mutters, "I  won't, um, would it be rash if I tell you I hope you'll have sex with
me  tonight?" I squeeze the back of his neck while shifting the burden of
that  question back onto him, by asking, "Do you think it's rash?" He says,
"Whether  it is or not, I've been thinking about doing it with you for two
weeks and I  very much want to do it. I was hoping you'd have some insight
into my  situation and you did. I've been making more out of this than I needs
to. Like  you said, it's buddy sex with a friend. If it was sex with another
girl, then  no amount of rationalizing would make it anything but
two-timing cheating on  Annie. There's a gray area with us because we're both boys
and it's more  experimentation on my part and you're nice enough to help me
experiment. Maybe  I'll sow my wild oats with you and never meet another guy
that turns me on the  rest of my life. Like you said, I'll give it some time
and see what happens,"  I say, "Okay, plus I'm not gonna be around here very
much when I go back to  college, maybe I'll be out of sight and out of
mind." He mumbles, "Yeah,  maybe. I hope so, which is like a lie to myself
because I want badly to have  sex with you and I don't think I'm going to feel
differently two weeks from  now." I say, "It's not necessarily a lie, Devon,
it's more a contradiction.  There's a lot of contradiction involved with
growing up. It's best not to be  too rigid in your thinking about anything. Shit
changes fast at our age,  particularly your age." As I'm towel drying his
hair, he mutters, "I'm not  sure what that meant, but I liked the sound of
it, I think." See what happens  when I try giving advise? It's like double
talk.


After drying his hair with the hair dryer, which is thankfully too loud  to
talk over, we walk into the finished basement where Devon sits on the stool
 running his fingers through his hair. "When I shampoo my own hair, Dylan,
it  never feels this good." I jokingly say, "I'm almost a professional,
Devon,  don't try duplicating my technique at home. You could sprain your neck
or  something." He chuckles, "Good advise. You're full of good advise
tonight. Um,  would it be extremely geeky of me if I asked for a kiss. Being with
you has my  libido in overdrive with my hormones doing cartwheels." I mumble,
"You flatter  me too much, Devon," and he says, "Not really, my brain is
scrambled a little,  but I know you're special and I know I'm not the only one
who thinks so. After  all, the guys voted you the best looking guy in
Framingham and I'll add to  that, you're the cutest too." I give him a startled
look because it's sounds  odd hearing that from him. He blushes like crazy,
then sputters, "I'm such an  dork, Dylan. I can't believe I just said that.
It's true though." It's hard  not to like someone who likes me this much. I
say, "That's nice of you, Devon,  thank you, really, but it is kind of
awkward hearing that, ya know?" He nods  his head, "I know... sorry." I squeeze
the back of his neck, jiggling his head  a little, and try to lighten things
up with, "Not only am I the cutest guy in  Framingham, I have a nip ring
too." He's grinning when he ask, "A nip what?" I  pull my shirt up and show him.
His hand comes over and he rubs the palm of his  hand down my side. "Oh,"
he says, "A ring in your nipple. Did it hurt?" I go,  "Nah, just a pinch for
a second. Do you think it's cool?" He goes, "On you it  is, but normally I
don't like all the body piercing everyone's doing. It seems  so, I don't
know, primitive or something." I drop my shirttail, saying,  "Actually I agree
with you, this is the last piercing I'm ever getting," then  mutter, "That's
if I have anything to say about it. My left earlobe was first,  then my
other ear, and finally my nipple... and that's it for me and body  piercing. Too
much of anything can be gross" He quietly says, "I've been  thinking about
getting my left ear pierced," and I go, "Yep, that what I did  first too."
What I don't tell him is none of the three piercing's was my  idea.

He's peeking at me without turning his head, his eyes at the sides of  his
eye sockets, his cheeks still pink from his big blush, then he forms a  cute
mischievous grin with his lips. Oh man, he's cute alright. My arm goes
around his neck and the fingers of my other hand take hold of his chin
bringing his face towards me, "Now for that kiss you mentioned, Devon." Our  lips
meet softly as he opens his mouth a bit, sort of inviting my tongue to  join
his. Out tongues slide together with Devon's hands lightly holding me on
either side of my waist. Our kiss is soft and slow, more like a lover's kiss
than what I'm used to from a sex-buddy kiss. Devon's basically controlling
the  kiss and he's very good at it too. He and Annie must have some mighty
hot  make-outs because Devon sure knows what he doing. His lips are moving on
mine,  his tongue sliding on mine as he moves his arms around my back and
pulls me  slowly against him. What the hell, I'll put myself in his hands and
see where  that leads me. Our kissing evolves from a soft luscious lover's
one into a hot  sexually stimulating one increasing arousal until both my
arms are around his  neck and I'm between his legs with him grinding his crotch
against mine. I'm  leaning into him grinding back as our boners come up
pushing out the front of  our shorts and we're both quietly moaning. My eyes
are closed and my mind is  solely on this hot make-out of ours, although I'm
not at all sure how we got  to this place so fast. Devon's hands find the
waist band of my shorts and he  pulls them, along with my underpants, down past
my hips. His hand grabs my  hard cock and strokes it a few times, then he
gets off the stool pushing me  back a step, still holding my boner in his
fist. Our eyes are open now staring  at one another as Devon unbuttons his
shorts and pulls them down with his free  hand. I'm mesmerized by Devon's sudden
confidence and the way this  inexperienced boy has taken control of
everything.


Now both our shorts are at our knees sliding slowly down to our ankles  as
we continue looking into each other's eyes. There's saliva all around
Devon's lips and a look of desire in his eyes as he quietly murmurs, "Turn
around, please." I hesitate a second with him staring confidently back at me,
then he nods his head slightly and I slowly turn around loving this dreamy
unexpected turn of events. The student's teaching the teacher. He lets go of
my boner and it sticks straight up tight against my belly. Devon smacks my
ass, "SLAP!" and then again, "SLAP!" with him quietly saying, "Bend over,
okay?" I'm doing everything slowly trying to grasp how quickly this happened.
 When my hands are on my knees, my head looks back at him. He's looking at
my  ass as the tip of his pink tongue moves across his sexy lips. Grabbing
my hips  he looks at me now, giving me a boyish grin, obviously pleased with
himself.  Then he silently moves his lips forming the words, "Thank you." I
didn't hear  it, but I know what he said. He pulls my ass against his groin
so his seven  inch boner, that's up against his belly like mine, gets
squeezed into my ass  crack lengthwise spreading my ass cheeks a bit. Grinding his
hips, then he  moves his hips up and down with the root of his hard cock
moving over the lips  of my asshole. My anus contracts tightly as a moan slips
from my throat. Devon  lets a lot of air out of his lungs like he'd been
holding his breath until  now, then moves his hips up and down a few more time
spreading his precum in  my ass crack. I'm still looking back at him in a
trance of some sort, totally  taken unaware by this unexpected confidence
from Devon. He's new at gay sex,  just minutes ago questioning himself, and now
it's like he's a different boy.  Maybe this is the confident manner he
shows when having sex with Annie and  he's merely doing what comes naturally
from always experiencing the 'top' role  with her. Taking a hand from my hip he
leans his hips back a little and pulls  his boner down to line up the head
with my anus. A little pressure spreads the  lips some while wetting them
with precum, then another bit of pressure and the  head slides tightly past my
sphincter muscle and now our bodies are connected.  His cock has docked
with my asshole and it feel really good to  me.


Devon's head goes back with, "Mmmmm," coming out of his tightly closed
lips. I suck on my lips and tighten my sphincter muscle loving the feeling of
his cock's head in my ass. He waits a few seconds rubbing the palms of his
hands down my sides and all around by back. His hands then cup my shoulders
with Devon leaning forward. He holds me in place and makes a breathy sound
through his teeth as he pushes his cock slowly up my ass drawing a long
quiet  moan of pleasure from me, "Oooooooh," and then, "Mmmmm, oooh, yeaaah."
No pain  because he is producing plenty of a natural lubricant also known as
precum.  Nature thinks of just about everything. Devon's body gets tight
against my  buttocks and then he hugs around my waist pulling me against him so
he can get  his boner inside me further. This compresses my bubble butt a
tiny bit and I  feel his boner move forward slightly in my rectum. A seven
inch boner, not too  thick and not too thin, fills up my ass so perfectly my
shoulders shudder  along with another quiet moan from my throat, "Aaaaah."
Devon straightens up  some and moves his hands to my hips again as he
withdraws his boner until only  the head remains inside me. He hesitates a second
and then slides it all the  way back up my ass. Devon gasps and then murmurs,
"Mmmm, having sex with you  is such a thrill, partly because you make it
obvious how much you like it, and  partly because your ass is awesome for this
kind of sex. Both things make it  more enjoyable for me 'cause I know we're
both having sexual pleasure equally.  That means a lot to me. It frees me to
fully enjoy every second of our sex."  The most I can do is nod my head
because Devon's totally captivated me  although I doubt very much he's aware of
that fact.


One slow withdrawal followed by a quicker penetration, and then Devon
begins a steady fucking of my ass. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill the
room and seemingly echo off the walls. It's a very familiar sound to me and
one I savor and have nothing but positive memories of. The one exception to
that being that time with Jake, and even then it felt good, it just wasn't
invited. A quiet moan from Devon with each thrust up my ass, "Ah, ah, ah,
ah,"  and me going, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," each time his crotch smacks into my ass,
 "Slap, slap, slap, slap." Anal fucking has got to be the hottest form of
sex  there is because I simply can't conceive of anything feeling this good,
never  mind feeling better. My hard as stone cock is throbbing and leaking
precum  that's running very slowly down the shaft of my boner to my nuts and
from  there dripping, "Drip, drip, drip," to my left sandal, then leaking
off the  straps of my sandal to wet my foot. Devon fucks good and I hope Annie
 appreciates it half as much as I do. His thrusts are steady, but not
hurried.  I concentrate on how wonderfully sexy it feels, even visualizing it in
my  head, seeing his entire shaft sliding past the tight lips of my anus
tantalizing them. His hard boner travels in and up my ass pulling the lips in,
 and then when pulling back his cock drags my anus' lips outward, and then
in  again and everything's repeated in a delicious dance of sexual pleasure.
 My moaning and groaning is done quietly as I consciously try not to make
a bloody fool of myself in front of the novice, the novice who fucks me like
 he knows what he's doing. Every couple of seconds his hard cock,
particularly  the swollen head, stimulate my prostate on the way in and then again
when  pulling back and the steady rhythm of these stimulations is so
pleasurable my  shoulders do their familiar shuddering every few seconds. My prostate
gland is  what's grabbed most of my attention now. My body's squirming
constantly from  the sexual sensations produced from this pleasure gland that's
about the size  of a large walnut. It's a pleasure gland for sure, but it's
also busy  producing milky white, slightly alkaline fluid that is chock full
of  spermatozoa that will constitute more than half my semen at
ejaculation. My  smooth prostate also contains muscles, muscles that will assist with
expelling  the cum from my nuts up the shaft of my erect cock and out the
pulsating head.  Devon's spunk will shoot up my ass where it's sperm's fate
will be either to  drool out my ass or get harmlessly absorbed into my body.
The sperm in my  orgasm will live awhile and then die out a rather ignominious
short life on  the floor.

Devon is thrusting quicker now as his climax builds so there are much
faster, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of our bodies smacking together fooling my
ears into thinking it's one long 'Slap!" The awesome sensations in my ass
increase until it's one long series of pleasure signals bombarding my brain
and bringing on my orgasm for a climax of exploding sexual pleasure that's
consistently sexually thrilling. A minute of fucking turns into two, then
four  and it's fantastic with me smelling sex and my sex partner in equal
portions.  Sexy smelling Devon is young and at the height of his sexuality
humping my ass  like he was born to it. Five minutes of pleasure groans, my body
all squirming  and alive with tingling sensations that include the roots of
my hair and the  toes on my feet. Six minutes of awesome sexual pleasure,
sexual pleasure that  only anal fucking can create in me. Devon's thrusting his
long hard cock back  and forth in my rectum until I'm gasping at the
overloaded pleasure center in  my brain, and then it's here. A few seconds warning
of impending orgasm and  then my back arches, I squeal and thrust my hips
as cum burst from the head of  my cock in a nice tight arc... a two foot long
string of creamy white cum that  produces indescribable pleasure on it's
way up and out of my boner. It's  followed by three shots of shorter spunk
strings with me seeing pinpricks of  light for a second or two. I'm still
shaking as the sensations fly around my  body making me blink my eyes and try
memorizing every spark of pleasure. My  shoulders shudder again as I breath
deeply still loving Devon's cock plowing  my ass. Then he grunts, makes a
whining sound and leans against my ass, his  hands cupping my shoulders keeping
me still as he does tight humps against me  shooting his semen into my
bowels. Then another hump with Devon moaning, and  again I feel him shudder
against me. His body is still for a second and then  another long exhale of warm
misty air on my back. "Oh man," mutters Devon, "Oh  fuck, that was
un-fucking-believable," and he humps his cock in my  cum-saturated ass a half dozen
times before he pulls his cock out completely  leaving my rectum alive with
pleasant sensations and my wide open anus  clenching and unclenching. Devon
strokes his still firm cock a few times  before sliding it back up my ass and
fucking me for another thirty seconds. He  pulls it out again, takes a deep
breath, smacks across both my butt cheeks,  "SLAP!" and sits his bare ass
back on the stool, sighing. I straighten up and  stroke my cock, then turn
around and look at him. He spreads his arms, shaking  his head a little, then
mutters, "I don't know what got into me. The same  thing happened the last
time, remember? I had to do it a second time that  night. And just now all of
a sudden I just lost it and yanked down your pants  and, I, um, I'm sorry...
I couldn't control myself, Dylan."


I have another little body shudder, feeling fine, then mumble, "No
problem, Devon, it was hot. Great buddy sex, buddy." He shrugs, muttering,  "That
was the good part for me, but now comes the bad part where I'm pissed at
myself for being weak and giving in to my sexual urges. I can't lie to myself,
having sex with you is cheating on Annie the same if it was a girl I was
doing  it with." I pat his shoulder, saying, "Remember what we talked about
ten  minutes ago? You're making too much out of it, Devon. Buddy sex is almost
like  a kid's circle jerk." He shakes his head, mumbling, "The hell it is.
Fucking  is fucking." Well, I'm not going to split hairs with him, but anal
sex is not  the same as hetero sex with a girl, this is better, so fucking
isn't just  fucking. I say, "Wait here," and as I hold my pants up around my
thighs I go  into the half bath and get a hand towel for each of us. I'm
holding mine to my  ass with one hand and holding my pants up with the other.
Devon's towel is  across my shoulder as I walk back to him enjoying the
sensation of just being  fucked good. Devon's still sitting on the stool hanging
his head. He wants to  have his cake and eat it too, but I won't make him
feel worse by telling him  he's pissing me off a little because he's basically
feeling sorry for himself.  Handing him a towel I wipe drooling cum off the
back of my legs and then hold  the towel to my ass again. He half heartedly
wipes his dick and then stands to  pull his shorts and underwear up.
Buttoning his shorts and pulling up the  zipper, he says, "I'm acting dumb again,
Dylan, sorry buddy, I guess I'm  feeling sorry for myself. Sorry that I have
this homosexual attraction to you,  but still doing it anyway. It sure
complicates my life, it's like I spend way  too much time worrying about it." I
mutter, "It's no problem, Devon, but I  feel bad for you, that's all. You're
beating yourself up about something that  comes naturally to you. It's not
like you consciously decided one day, 'Hey, I  think I'll cheat on Annie by
doing gay sex with Dylan behind her back'. We all  have a subconscious part
of our brain that controls probably much more of our  reaction to things
than we imagine. It's both a little scary and a little  exciting at the same
time. It's like, what's my subconscious mind have in  store for me today." He
says, "I wish I could rationalize away stuff as easily  as you. You and
Sonny are good at that." Sonny? I'm not going  there!

Pulling up my underwear and shorts, I say, "I'd really like a cigarette
about now. Will you keep me company on the balcony?" He says, "I'll come with
you, but I don't smoke, and you shouldn't either." I'd like to put some
distance between us and the mention of Sonny, so I ask, "Oh, why shouldn't I
smoke?" As we're going up the steps, he chuckles, "Are you kidding? It's not
a  secret that cigarettes cause cancer among any number of other
undesirable  illnesses, like emphysema for one." I go, "Oh, those kinds of things.
Yeah, I  know about what long term exposure to cigarette smoking can cause some
people,  but I don't smoke much and I'm quitting after college. I thought
you meant I  shouldn't smoke for social reasons, like it stinks and my mouth
is like an  ashtray." He says, "That too." Lighting a cigarette, I mumble,
"I chew gum.  Don't pick on us weak guys with bad habits." He says, "How
about my bad  habit?!" Taking a drag on my cigarette, I ask, "Are you referring
to gay sex?  I don't consider that a bad habit any more than I consider any
kind of  consensual sex between adults bad. Sex isn't a bad thing, quite the
opposite."  He waves his hand at my exhaled smoke, and says, "When you put
it that way I  guess I agree with you. I told you my brain is scrambled over
this." I ask,  "Was your brain scrambled about having sex with Annie? I'm
sure neither of  your parents would consider it a good thing for seventeen
year olds, or  however young you were when you started routinely screwing
together." He  chuckles, "No, my brain wasn't scrambled over that, but Annie's
was." I ask,  "Is her brains still scrambled when you do it?" He shrugs, "No,
not so much  but I need to be the one who suggest it and then persuade her
to do it." Huh,  he's the one who had to suggest it to me too, although
there was very little  need for the persuading part. It's my turn to shrug,
muttering,  "Whatever."


I smoke in silence for a minute with Devon staring at the stars. I want  to
say more about our buddy sex, so I go, "It's like I really enjoyed it with
you tonight, Devon, but that's mostly the extent of my feelings. No guilt
whatsoever. And, um, I feel bad you think it's wrong because it isn't, and
you  worrying about it the way you do just causes you unnecessary stress when
it  shouldn't. We enjoyed doing it together and it's really nobody else's
business, plus who knows if we'll ever do it again. Maybe we won't, so don't
 make a mountain out of a mole hill. Our sex was the tiniest part of your
life... six or seven minutes at most. Don't let a tiny thing like that rule
your common sense." He looks at me a few seconds, then with a straight
face,  and in a serious manner, he says, "Oh, um, I was hoping we could do it
again  later tonight. That's why I asked you if we could hook up after my
haircut."  Hmmm, I'm waiting for him to grin or laugh or something, but he's
serious.  That makes me laugh, "Okay, Devon, sure, but I'm having a hard time
keeping up  with your thought patterns." He frowns, "Huh?" and I go, "If you
think back on  the things you've said tonight you may detect a slight
contradiction of  concepts in what you say from one minute to the next. Having sex
with me is  wrong and you feel very guilty about doing it on a number of
fronts, but yet  you want to do it not once tonight, but twice. It's fine with
me, just  saying." He goes, "Heh heh, yeah, I see what you mean. I blame it
on my  scrambled brain." I mutter, "Convenient."


We talk about the end of Ray's posse boy days with Devon giving me  exa
mples of how it was basically a cool thing the first few years, but then it
became tedious as they got older. No one wanted to be the first one to quit
because then they'd be the neighborhood outcast. He says it's past time to
disband though and he's glad Ray was the one who decided that because they're
all still friends, but now each guy can be more himself rather than going
along with the group. He says, "All us guys will be splitting up after high
school anyway. You know, going to different colleges or joining the Armed
Forces or whatever." I say, "Yep, that true but you'll probably maintain a
tighter friendship over the years with one or two of the guys, just not as a
 member of a group." He says, "I like all the guys pretty much the same
with  the exception being Mark. He can be a pain in the ass. Time will tell if
I  become closer to one or two guys than the others." I look at my watch,
"It's  almost nine-thirty, Devon, lets do your haircut. What kind of haircut
do you  want tonight?" Coming in from the balcony, we're walking through the
condo as  he says, "Annie likes short hair and I'll compromise with her, but
for now all  I want is a neat trim. I want to have a neat haircut, but one
with my hair  long enough to lay flat on my head." I go, "Yep, and it'll be
long enough on  top to lay flat within two weeks, that's my best estimate. I
won't touch the  top." Going down the steps to the basement, Devon says,
"Remember my first  haircut with you? You combed my hair forward and it
reached my chin." I go,  "That was fun to cut, yeah I remember. I also remember
you said you rarely got  haircuts because an old barber intimidated you as a
kid." He goes, "He  intimidated all of us, but it didn't bother the others
the way it bothered  me." Thinking about the barbers Willie has taken me to, I
mutter, "Yeah, some  barbers can be intimidating, and you don't want to
piss them off for fear  they'll fuck up your hair more than usual."


Devon's haircut takes only ten minutes and I could have done it in five
except I like doing it so I took my time. I use only scissors and comb to trim
 around his ears and neck, tapering a little to give some definition to his
 haircut. Then the trimmers to outline around his ears and taper the hairs
at  his hairline in back. It looks neat and preppy, just the right look for
clean  cut Devon. I say, "That should satisfy Annie," as I'm passing him the
handheld  mirror. He says, "Yeah, that's good. Can you believe barbers
charge nineteen  dollars to do this?" I mumble, "Everybody wants to make fifty
thousand dollar  a year or more, and that's true no matter their skill level
or knowledge.  Truth is some people are grossly overpaid and some are
grossly underpaid." He  says, "You sound like my father who says barbers,
plumbers, electricians,  everybody who works wants to make as much as the next guy."
I say, "Basically  I don't blame them, but not everyone's services are as
important as others.  It's always bothered me that police in sleepy suburban
towns with hardly any  crime make as much salary as intercity cops who do
real and dangerous police  work. Same for firemen, but these two professions
are considered untouchable.  On the other hand, soldiers don't get paid
enough to fight wars, while  politicians are another grossly overpaid group that
initiates the wars." Devon  chuckles, and says, "I'm glad I'm still too
young to worry about shit like  that." That makes me wonder when I started
thinking these thoughts. Hmmm,  nothing I can do about any of it anyway.


When Devon's cleaned up and his shirt's back on, he says, "How about we
see what's up at the Dairy Queen. I'm feeling a strawberry sundae." I go,
"Okay, lets go." When we're outside walking down the steps to Devon's car, he
says, "Thanks for listening to me tonight, Dylan, and for not making fun of
my  concerns about cheating on Annie. You put things in perspective for me,
especially when you said I'm taking five or ten minutes of my life and
fixating on those minutes like they're the most significant minutes out of all
the minutes I've lived. I'm not perfect so why do I feel I need to be that
way. It's kind of arrogant of me, don't ya think? Me trying to be perfect."
I  don't want any more serious discussion, so I say, "Yeah, who the fuck do
you  think you are trying to be perfect. Be a fuck up like me." When we get
in his  car, he asks, "Do you think professional athletes are overpaid?"
Continuing my  efforts at not being serious, I say, "Of course not! A-rod is
worth every  penny of his thirty million dollars a year even though he takes
steroids and  hasn't played yet this year." Devon chuckles, "Yeah, that
seems fair." I'm  wondering why we haven't pulled away from the curb yet.
Looking over I see  Devon staring back waiting for a safe time to pull into
traffic, except the  closest car to us is a couple hundred yards up the highway.
He catches me  glancing back, and mutters, "I'll go when this guy passes us."
I shrug, but  what the fuck's he waiting for? When he finally begins
driving it becomes  immediately obvious he took driving lesson from the same
person Ryan used.  Devon's as cautious as a little old lady behind the wheel,
just like Ryan, and  Ryan's got a hot Mini Cooper no less. Oh well, better
cautious than reckless.  My driving philosophy about highway driving is this:
anyone going slower than  me is an asshole and anyone going faster is a
dangerously reckless driver and  should lose their license.


We eventually arrive at the Dairy Queen and not surprisingly it's  crowded
on this summer night. Lots of people of all ages including Dawg and
Stringbean at a picnic table, and with girls no less. I ask Devon, "Are those
girls the guy's girlfriends?" He shrugs, "I don't know the one next to Dawg,
but the other girl is Debby, who's Bean's on-again off-again girlfriend, sort
of." We get out and stroll over to exchange fist bumps with the guys. Debby
 says, "Yo, Devon, how they hangin'?" Devon says, "Why do you want to
know?"  She says, "Fuck you, McCarty, I'm just making small talk" and Bean says,
"Don't talk to him like that, you bitch," and the other girl says, "You
guys  are a bunch of born losers." Dawg quietly says, "Can't we all just get
along?"  and he glances at me trying not to grin. The no-name girl says,
"What, are you  Rodney King now, Dawg?" He shrugs and mumbles, "What Bean said,"
and she goes,  "Fuck you too." I say, "Well, this has been fun, but we're
gonna get some soft  serve now." Debby says, "Oh, don't go. You're Dylan,
aren't you?" I say, "Who?  I'm Chuck Hagel," and she goes, "You're cute, Chuck."
I mutter, "Thanks," and  we walk over to stand in line for ice cream. I go,
"Jesus, where'd they pick  up those classy chicks?" Devon goes, "Debbie was
in one of Bean's classes last  year at high school. He thinks she's
beautiful, and oh yeah, the other thing  she's got going for herself is she blows
him." Jesus! Now I don't want to suck  Bean's dick. I say, "Well, one out of
two ain't bad." By the time we get to  order our imitation ice cream the two
sweet couples have left the area. I see  a guy I knew in high school, Rory
Magoon, who just got out of a car with two  guys I don't know. We pass and
exchange fist bumps, "Wassup, Newman?" I go,  "Gee, that's kind of a personal
question, Rory." He says, "Hey, somebody told  me you're gay," I go,
"Somebody's right," and he goes, "No shit, Mickey Good  is gay too. Did you know
that?" I go, "No I didn't, plus I don't know Mickey  Good." He says, "He was
in Geometry with us in eleventh grade." I shake my  head, "Doesn't ring a
bell," and he says, "I can introduce you two if you  want." I say, "No thanks,
I have a boyfriend." Rory looks at Devon, "Oh, yeah,  I see." I laugh, "No
you don't. See you around, Rory," and we walk over to  lean against Devon's
car and eat our soft serve. I got a strawberry sundae  too. After a few
spoonfuls I say, "This strawberry syrup is sweet enough to  give me a
toothache." He says, "Yeah, it's awesome. Probably imitation.  "


We're halfway done our sundaes when Devon says, "Oh shit, there's Bob  M
cAfee." I ask, "Who's that?" Devon shakes his head, "He hates me, that's who
he is. Way back in fucking middle school somebody, not me, put chewing gum in
 his hair walking between classes. He had real long hair back then and I
guess  he didn't even feel it when the gum went in. He had the locker next to
mine  and I hit his head with my backpack accidentally when a friend of mine
who was  passing by goosed me. You know, I turned real fast and my backpack
hit  McAfee's head. He called me an asshole and went back to screwing with
his  combination lock getting frustrated. He ran his fingers through his
hair  yelling to no one in particular that he hates combination locks. When his
 fingers hit the chewing gum, he pulls up this big gob of chewing gum that
was  embedded in his hair. With this confused look on his face, he looks
accusingly  at me. It struck me funny and I laughed. He punched me in the solar
plexus, I  double over and he punches me on the side of my head. A teacher
comes over and  we both get taken to the assistant principles office. It was
taken for granted  I put the gum in McAfee's hair even though I denied it.
We both got detention.  I tried to get McAfee to believe me, but
circumstantial evidence was against  me. That started his vendetta against me, and it
went on all through high  school. He's a bad ass and tough, so I stayed clear
of him as much as I could,  but at times he'd humiliate me. Bullying me
basically, the big asshole." I  ask, "What'd he do about the gum?"  Devon sucks
some soft serve off his  plastic spoon, mumbling, "What could he do? He had
a bald spot at the back of  his head surrounded by long hair and he endured
some mocking from the crew he  hung out with. He made it his mission to try
and make my life miserable. Last  year, one time in gym I'm sitting on the
bleachers tying my sneakers and he  comes up behind me with large scissors
and cuts a big chunk of hair off my  head. You remember how long I wore my
hair before you gave me the first  haircut, so it was embarrassing to say the
least." I ask, "Why didn't you get  the posse boys to help you extract
revenge on his ass?" He goes, "Because I  didn't want to get them involved.
McAfee's guys are real tough bad asses." I  go, "Huh, that sucks."


We're throwing out plastic cup and spoons in the big trash barrel when
something hits the back of Devon's head. It's a half eaten soft serve ice
cream cone that splatters and then drools down Devon's neck onto his shirt in
the back. "Fuck! What was that?" he yells, and turns around to see his sworn
enemy smirking. McAfee says, "Oops, I missed the barrel," and Devon says,
"You  are the biggest asshole ever. Fuck you." McAfee says, "You'd like to,
fag,  wouldn't ya?" He slowly struts over giving me a hard look. "Who the
fuck are  you?" he wants to know, standing too close to me. He's my height,
maybe a half  inch taller, but heavier by about forty pounds. I step back from
him,  muttering, "No offense intended, but have you ever considered Cert
breath  fresheners?" He pushes me and does and exaggerated exhale in my face.
Someone  has conveniently deposited a Coke bottle in the trash barrel right
next to me.  I pick it up and whack him in the face with it hard. It's splits
his lip and  he lunges for me with Devon on his back. The two of us could
have handled it,  but McAfee wasn't traveling alone and a short heavy set kid
jumps in and gets  Devon around the neck from behind. McAfee wrestles me to
the ground, getting  his blood all over me in the process. He winds up
sitting on my chest which  would be unfortunate for me except I've still got the
Coke bottle in my hand  and I hit his knee with it as hard as I can and
hear a screech from him  sounding almost feminine.  The knee cap can be very
painful if dislocated  or if it sustains a direct hit by something hard, like
a Coke bottle. He's  holding his knee and I'm able to leverage him off me.
McAfee can't stand at  the moment so he's no problem. The chunky kid
wrestling with Devon doesn't  know his bully buddy is temporarily out of commission
so I walk up beside the  two of then as they're grabbling with each other
and throw a round house punch  that catches shorty on the side of his head. He
lets go of Devon and comes at  me like a wild animal, snarling and throwing
his fist. I back up to avoid a  wild swing of his fist and fall over McAfee
who still whining on the ground.  With police sirens in the back ground
McAfee throws a short punch that connect  with my face, his fist covering my
eye-socket and it packed way more punch  than I expected from such a short
jab. I stagger to my feet and so does  McAfee, but he's favoring his injured
knee. His chunky partner nails Devon  with an upper cut to his chin and Devon
sits down hard, going, "Umpth." McAfee  says to his friend, "Let's get the
fuck out of here before the cops get here.  I'm on probation as it is."
Chunky kicks Devon and I lunge for him knocking  him down wildly throwing punches
at his face. McAfee's limping over and pushes  me away from the chunky kid
who gets up. I hop up too just as chunky throws a  punch that misses me, but
I'm leaning back so he shoves both hands in my chest  knocking me off my
feet. He sees McAfee  limping towards his car I  imagine so Chunky says to
Devon and me on the ground, "Come around anytime you  want to get your ass
kicked, girls."


Devon and I are both sitting up now on the hard parking lot. Retorts or
threats from this position would sound lame. Best to say nothing, plus if they
 think they won the fight they'll have no need to carry a grudge. I help
Devon  up and we walk behind the building and out to a side street. We don't
want to  deal with the cops either. I light a cigarette, muttering, "Hanging
out with  you is hazardous, Devon." He mumbles, "Welcome to my world," and I
ask, "Does  this sort of this happen often?" He shrugs, "Not since school
let out.  Tonight's the first time I've seen that asshole all summer. This
isn't their  normal stomping grounds." I go, "Lucky me... they made a special
trip  tonight." He says, "Thanks for helping, Dylan, not that I'd expected
anything  less from a stand up guy like you. Hey, do you agree with Snyder
that they  kicked our ass?" I ask, "Was the short kid, Snyder?" He shakes his
head 'yes'  and I go, "I'd call it a tie, maybe with the edge going to the
Coke bottle.  Fuck, I smashed it in McAfee's face and he didn't blink, just
came charging at  me. The fucking animal." Devon says, "We don't usually
resort to weapons." I  go, "Shit, my brother and I have a standing rule when it
comes to a fight... use whatever  you can get your hands on. If there was a
hammer in the trash barrel I'd have  used it." We're walking aimlessly in a
suburban neighborhood waiting for the  cops to leave. A man sitting in the
dark on his porch, calls over, "Were you  boys in a car accident?" I look
down and see McAfee's blood on my shirt and  Devon mutters  to me, "His blood's
on your face and neck too, plus your  arms and hands. I go, "Euuu," then
call back to the man, "No car accident, it  was a fight, we're fine," then to
Devon, "Come on lets turn back before some  good samaritan gives us mouth to
mouth  resuscitation."


We begin walking back, as I ask, "Do the posse boys get in a lot of
fights?" He says, "Yeah, more than our share. You remember at the basketball  game
that time, those assholes gave us some shit?" I go, "Yeah," and he says,
"That would have turned into a fight, but you defused it just enough so it
didn't. Framingham has some tough neighborhoods to go with the expensive ones
 and then there's the slum areas in the downtown area." I think of Seth's
and  Connor's neighborhood and mumble, "Yeah, I know." He says, "We both live
in  fairly nice neighborhoods so we're lucky." Nodding my head, I step on
my  cigarette butt, then say, "My place is closer, lets clean up there and
then  get a Big Mac at McDonalds, I'm hungry now." Devon mutters, "Yeah, me
too and  after that can we, you know?" I say, "Yeah, why not. Let's use my bed
this  time, my mom doesn't get home until late." He says, "Cool, that'll be
a treat,  my first ever sex in a bed." As we walk back onto the Dairy Queen
parking lot,  I ask, "Didn't you ever have sex in a bed with Annie?" He
goes, "Hell, no, the  back seat or on a blanket on the ground somewhere. That's
as close to a bed as  we've done it in." I'm curious how often they have
sex, but that's too rude of  a question. I don't know Devon well enough to ask
that. Then I wonder why I  never use my bed for sex before this summer. I
mean, the chance Chubby bops in  is remote and even more so for mom. Huh, I
guess now that I've come 'out' the  risk has reduced a lot. If they did bop
in it'd be a little embarrassing, but  not shocking to them.


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


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