Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 10:06:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  Chapter  94

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  94


by  Donny Mumford




Devon slowly drives us to my condo. It takes quite a bit longer then it
should have, but we finally get there. We go inside needing to clean ourselves
 up after rolling around on the ground during our fight at the Dairy Queen.
 Shit always happens at the friggin' Dairy Queen and that's because there
are  too many teenagers hanging out there. Lots of petty feuds and childish
posturing going on. Tonight's fight was typical of teenage stupidity, but
what  are ya gonna do? When confronted in a bullying manner like McAfee did to
me,  or when he purposely throws a soft serve cone  hitting Devon in the
back of the neck, there isn't any choice except fighting.  Reasoning won't get
us anywhere. Devon couldn't back down anymore than I  could when challenged
by McAfee. The asshole thought he'd have some fun  bullying us and he got a
Coke bottle in his face and a dislocated knee cap for  his trouble. I'm
getting sick of shit like this, but if I'm hooking up with  eighteen year olds
it's what I should expect. There's a big drop-off of this  kind of nonsense
in college although it's not unheard of there. Sometimes  bullying even
results in suicide by the guy or girl who just can't take the  bullying any
longer, so it's not a minor problem. Few things piss me off more  than bullying
of any kind. It's something, I'm proud to say, neither me nor  Chubby have
ever participated in. I'm not as proud of the fact I've done  little to stop
the bullying I've observed over the years. If I don't know the  kid being
bullied I gotta admit to myself that I've done very little to stop  it. The
best I can say is I've never participating in any of it. If me or a  friend is
being bullied, fist start flying, mine and Chubby's  usually.


In my bathroom we strip off our shirts and shorts. Standing in our
underwear and sneakers at the sink I hand a washcloth to Devon and grab one  for
myself. He wets his washcloth saying, "It's so  stupid that this feud with
McAfee even started, and even stupider that it's  been going on since middle
school. I wasn't even the one who put the gum in  his hair. No way to prove
that so on we go. Pretty dumb alright, but what the  fuck can I do?" I shrug
while wiping around my eye that's now swollen and very  tender. I mutter,
"It's a no win situation, Devon. You can't let yourself be  pushed around by
him or it'll just escalate on his part because he'll sense  weakness. Tonight
he and his accomplice got at least as much as they dished  out, maybe more,
and that's all you can do. Make it as uncomfortable for him  as possible. He
may eventually realize it's not worth fighting for and let go  of it."
Devon grins, and says, "Heh heh, asshole McAfee saw you and figured  you're too
young looking and cute to be any trouble, but boy did he get a big
surprise." I go, "Yeah, I was aiming the Coke bottle at his nose, but he moved  and
I got him in the mouth with the bottle. Sweet!" We clean up as best we can
and then I find some clean clothes for us to wear, and we're now ready to
head  out for McDonalds and some Big Macs. Devon pokes along driving just
under the  speed limit, which can be frustration as hell in a twenty-five mile
an hour  zone. It's like we're hardly moving and there's no one in front of
us on this  two lane town road, although there's soon quite a few annoyed
drivers behind  us. Jesus!


Then we're on route 9 and  Devon cranks it up to thirty-five miles an hour
as cars whiz past with some of  them honking their horns. Devon's oblivious
as he chatters on about Annie, the  fight, and moi. He wants to know, "Have
you ever dated girls, Dylan?" In go,  "Of course I have, many times." He
asks, "Did ya ever get in one of their  panties?" I mutter, "That's awfully
personal, Devon," and he says, "I'll take  that as a 'no'. You don't know what
you're missing, buddy, ya really don't.  I'd never give that up, but with
you it's a whole different experience. Your  ass is unbelievable the way it
squeezes my dick from root to head. A girls  snatch provides the thrill at the
entrance mostly, but it's very hot. Still,  I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual
because cocks are cool too. At least yours and  Button's are to me. You two
couldn't possibly be any more different from one  another and yet you're the
only two boys I've ever met that I had the hot's  for sexually." I ask, "Do
you know any other way to have the hot's for someone  except sexually?" He
says, "You got a point there, but why do you think I'm  attracted to only you
two? I've met hundreds of guys in middle school and high  school and I
wasn't attracted to any of them." I mumble, "I don't know, Devon.  Hell, I don't
even know for sure why I'm attracted to the guys I think are  hot. It's got
something to do with their looks and body, but it's more than  just that.
Pheromones come into play I'd imagine, but I really don't know what  else."
Then trying to get off this philosophical talk, I ask, "What do you  think the
Patriots will do this year." He says, "Kick ass, like always. As  long as
they have Tom Brady they'll be in the mix." We argue about what we  feel the
teams strengths and weaknesses are as Devon cautiously navigates down  route
9 to McDonalds.


There's no parking spots  open in front, so Devon parks in back and as soon
as we walk around to the  front I spot that sick motherfucker, Joel. I
haven't seen him in almost two  years and was hoping he'd left Framingham. He's
leaning up against a car  smoking his unfiltered cigarette, seemingly by
himself. Probably looking to  pick up some innocent boy to abuse. I stare at
him feeling the fear he used to  cause in me, but I'm able to fight off that
fear now. He doesn't notice me as  Devon and I walk inside. There's a short
line like there almost always is at  McDonalds, but it moves quickly and soon
we've got our Big Macs and sodas. I  steer Devon to a seat by the window so
I can see what Joel's up to. The  horrible fiasco involving him and me the
first year I worked on the  landscaping crew seems like a long time ago now,
but it's only been three  years. Devon wants to talk about him and me doing
it in my bed later. I go,  "Lower your voice, dude, people don't need to
hear this." He goes, "Sorry, but  I'm excited," then he asks, "Why do you keep
looking out the window?" I say,  "See that guy leaning against a car
smoking? He's a sick fuck who I had a very  bad run in with three years ago."
Devon looks serious, "Oh, what do you mean  by sick?" I say, "He's a sexual
deviant, and borderline insane. It was a few  years ago when I was working a
summer job. He did some mean stuff to me."  Devon looks out the window as Joel
starts walking towards someone. Devon's  like, "He's got a bad limp," and I
go, "Huh, ya don't say." I take another  bite of my Big Mac as Devon
continues gawking at Joel. He says, "The guy has  somebody's arm and it looks like
he's yelling at him." My head whips around  and there's Joel yelling at some
kid who's not cute, but he's slim and young  looking which is right up
Joel's alley. The kid's talking fast while gesturing  with his free hand like
he's explaining something to the  sicko.


Joel lets go of the kid's  arm and points at the car he'd been leaning on.
The kid runs over and to it,  then stands at attention in front of the car
as Joel swaggers over as best he  can with his gimpy knee and reconstructed
ankle. He runs his fingers through  the kids longish blond hair, gets a
fistful of it, and shakes the kid's head  and then grabs the kid's crotch with
his other hand. The kid looks petrified.  Joel face is close to the kid's,
still with a fistful of his hair and a  fistful of the kid's junk. Talking to
the kid almost with his face touching  the kid's face, then Joel lets go of
the kid's hair and nuts, smacks his ass,  and the kid scurries around to get
in the passenger seat. Fuck this! I say to  Devon, "Come on, I want to see
what's up with that." I hustle outside leaving  half my Big Mac and walk
right past Joel, who goes, "Hey, aren't you...?" as I  go up to the kid sitting
in the car pouting. He looks at me with jittery eyes,  as I'm asking, "Are
you sure you want to go with this animal?" The kid shakes  his head 'no' and
I say, "Get out of the car," just as Joel grabs my arm. "If  it ain't my old
stalker, Dylan. Still can't mind your own business, I see. You  jealous I'm
giving my attention to another?" Yanking my arm from his grasp, I  sputter,
"You sick fuck, don't touch me." Then I say to the kid again, "Get  out of
the car!" He says, "I'm scared," so I tell Devon, "Call 911," and Joel
pushes me, then snaps at the kid, "Weasel, stay where you are." Yeah, the kid
does look a little bit like a weasel with his face sort of coming to a point
with almost no chin. I push Joel back as I hear Devon saying into his cell
phone, "There a problem at the McDonalds on route 9." He turns his back
still  talking so I don't hear more, but Joel's now anxious to get out of here.
As he  hurries around to the driver's side, he snarls, "You fucking twinks,
you're  all the same. Cock teasers who can't resist me, and you all need to
be taught  some manners."


I'm quickly following him  around the car and as he approaches the door I
swing my foot against his  raised left foot and it collides with his right
foot tumbling him to the  blacktop howling, "Owww, fuck!" I guess his ankle is
still a bit of a problem  for him. That's a shame. The kid looks petrified
as he sits in the passenger  seat not moving, looking straight ahead, his
body stiff as a board. Joel gets  up and comes charging at me, bowling me over
backwards, with him on top of me.  I scamper out from under him, but as I'm
getting to my feet his fist hits me  right in my damaged eye socket and I
scream, hopping away from him. He's up  and in the car. It starts up and he
backs out of his parking spot too quickly  while turning the wheel too
sharply. He almost runs me over, but his right  fender collides with the car
parked next to him making a short scraping  sound.  Then he's free and drives
towards the exit just as a cop car  pulls in the exit, blocking it. Cops think
'do not enter' signs are for  everyone but them. I see Joel grab the kid's
arm and is talking to him fast.  The kid's eyes are as big as saucers as the
cop gets out of his car and does  the slow, arrogant cop walk to Joel's wind
ow. I yell over, "He hit this car  and was trying to leave the scene of a
accident." The cop looks at me, then  tells Joel and Weasel to get out of the
car. The three of them walk over to me  as I'm pointing at the dent in the
parked car. I go, "See, right there." The  cop asks, "Who are you?" I go, "A
concerned citizen, officer." He wants to  know, "What's your name?" and I'm
like, "Dylan McGrady, officer. I saw this  man abusing that boy and so I
asked politely what's going on and he attacked  me. Look at my eye. He punched
me in the eye." Joel yells, "He attacked me  first," and Devon says,
"Officer, I'm the one who called 911. It was like this  fellow McGrady said, he was
just asking the kid here if everything was okay  and that animal attacked
him." "What's your name,  son?" Devon says,  "Frank Bellingham, officer." The
cop calls for reinforcements as Devon and I  exchange smirks.


The cop asks Joel for his  license and I nod my head at the kid that he
should join Devon and me. He's  standing away from Joel and the cop, who isn't
interested in him yet. The kid  looks at me, and I mouth, "Come here,"
waving my arm towards the back of the  restaurant. He wets his lips, glances at
Joel who's yelling at the cop again,  and the kid slowly comes towards me.
When he's close enough I take his arm,  saying, "We'll give you a ride home,
Weasel." He looks back and then mutters,  "Thanks for helping me." I'm
nodding at Devon now, indicating we need to drift  away. Joel's giving the cop
some shit, yelling it was all a misunderstanding.  He was just giving this kid
a ride home when I got in his face and made him  scrape the other car in his
haste to get away from me. The cop's telling Joel  to shut up. He says
he'll be taking statements from everybody. Meanwhile the  guy that owns the car
Joel hit comes out and starts screaming, "What the  fuck?" Now there's a
bunch of nosey people who either just arrived or are  coming out of McDonalds
to join the gawking crowd. I hear someone ask, "What's  going on?" The cop
wants the owner of the damaged car to produce his drivers  license as Devon,
Weasel, and I slowly slink away, mixing in with the gawkers  and then we
slide around to the back where our car is parked. Devon goes,  "Lets get the
fuck out of here, McGrady," and I go, "Good idea, Frank." The  kid says, "I can
walk home from here." I go, "All we're going to do is drive  you home,
nothing else, I promise." The kid looks around, then shrugs and  mutters,
"Thanks," and gets in the back seat. Devon and I get in, he starts  the car, and
slowing drives off the parking lot passing a cop car with it's  lights
flashing that's pulling in. Devon says "routine Saturday night in  Framingham,
Dylan." I mutter, "Not for me it isn't." The thing is, although I  don't tell
Devon this, I was just thinking about bullying a little while ago.  I rarely
did anything about it if it doesn't involve me. And that's wrong, so  ya
know, I had to do something tonight. That loser Joel helped me out by
sideswiping the parked car and giving the cop something concrete he could zero  in
on. It would be a 'he said, she said' kind of thing as far as Joel abusing
the kid goes.


Looking at Weasel in the  back seat, I ask, "How'd you get hooked up with
that pervert?" He shrugs, not  acting scared now. He looks away, mumbling,
"He was alright at first, he gave  me some pot and took me cool places, but
then the fucker wanted to get in my  pants. I ain't no queer." I go, "Uh huh,
where do you live?" He says,  "Downtown, near the Market Basket." Devon
mutters, "I know where that is," and  I ask the kid again, "How'd you meet him?"
He says, "He used to bag groceries  at Market Basket, so did I, and like I
said, I thought he was cool. He didn't  take no shit from Pierson, who's the
part timers boss, so us guys liked him.  Then he got fired, but he stayed
in touch with me. Only thing is, he wants to  blow me all the time and I
ain't no queer." I mutter, "Yeah, you mentioned  that. Did he blow you?" The kid
frowns, " Not as often as he wanted to."  Weasel's not a real likable kid
actually. Devon and me exchange glances and  shrugs, then drive Weasel home
in silence. It's only a ten minute drive, but  it's not walking distance like
he said. When he gets out, I say, "You really  need to stay away from that
guy, Weasel. He'll want to do more that blow you  if he gets the chance."
Weasel says, "I can take care of myself, you didn't  need to butt in." Well,
no good deed goes unpunished, I get that, but what  happened to the scared
little kid in the front seat of Joel's car I wonder. He  did say 'thanks' when
I got him away from that scene back there, but now he's  a tough guy again.
Guess he has to be tough in this neighborhood. He struts  away as Devon
says, "Ungrateful little bastard," and I go, "Yeah. I think I've  had enough
excitement for one night. My freakin' eye is killing me, that  fucker at the
Dairy Queen got it right on my eye socket."


It's midnight when we get back to my  condo and as we're going up the
steps, Devon says, "I'm looking forward to this,  Dylan. And I gotta say, you're
a blast to hang out with." I go, "Yeah, it's  been a blast tonight alright,
as in boom!" Actually it's been fun with Devon  overall. The early fuck was
damn nice and then his shampoo and haircut, and  the fight at the Dairy
Queen turned out okay, then turning the cops loose on  Joel was so fucking
sweet. Weasel will probably go right back to Joel,  assuming Joel doesn't get his
ass thrown in jail. So we probably didn't do  anything for him, but some
kids are just lost and at least I tried. Inside the  condo again I realize I'm
not really up for sex, so I say, "Let's save the sex  for next time, Devon,
I need ice on this eye and I've got a freakin'  headache." He says, "Dude,
I'm wired! I'm like high as a kite. Lots of drama  tonight." I go, "Yeah,
tell me about it. Between the two of us we managed to  infuriate a couple of
our old enemies without trying all that hard." He says,  "We came out on top
both times if you ask me." After swallowing a few Advil,  I'm putting ice
from the freezer in a dish towel, mumbling, "You didn't almost  get your eye
put out, like me, Devon. It's been my experience that even the  winners
suffers some degree of pain." He says, "It was fun, no pain no gain,"  and I go,
"Dude, I'd never guess you being one for getting into confrontations  like
we had tonight." He chuckles, "What'd ya think, I'd be all scared and
wimpy?" I say, "I don't know, I guess I never gave it much thought. It  surprises
me a little, that's all." We go out on the balcony with me holding  the ice
pack on my eye and smoking a cigarette. Devon is flexing his arm, so I  say,
"Yep, the bruises and hurts start showing themselves now that the
adrenaline has worn off, and tomorrow it'll be worse. Lets hope the bad guys  feel
the same way. Actually I'm hoping one of the bad guys wakes up in jail
tomorrow." Devon mumbles, "Yeah, the day after a fight is the  worst."


We talk about the two  fights we bumbled into tonight and conclude both
fights together didn't last a  total of three minutes. Devon wants to know
about my past experience with Joel  so I give him a Cliffs Notes version and
he's like, "Dude, you and your  brother have a set of nuts on you. That guy is
a monster." He tells me about a  gym teacher in tenth grade who took a
liking to Devon and got more forward and  pushy with inappropriate touching and
such as the year progressed. Devon  overcame his embarrassment and finally
told the posse boys. Reporting the gym  teacher would either get little
results, or get Devon a snitch reputation,  which sounds stupid to worry about,
but we're dealing with sixteen year old  boys here. So instead, a series of
unfortunate events began happening to the  unnamed gym teacher. His four tires
were slashed, then his car was keyed. He  was assigned a parking spot near
an outdoor camera so his car wasn't touched  after that, but things started
to go missing from his office and the police  finally came in to
investigate. They asked questions of all the bad ass kids  the teacher was suspicious
of, all the usual suspects, finding out exactly  nothing. So they had a
locker inspection which turned up some pot and one hand  gun, but none of the gym
teachers missing items. At gym one day Devon worked  up the balls to tell
the teacher politely that he didn't want him touching him  anymore. Of course
there was denials, 'Touching, what are you inferring?' and  so forth. Devon
says he told the guy maybe bad things are happening to him  because he's
too touchy/feely. The teacher gave him the evil eye nodding his  head like he
understands the implied meaning of that, so he now knows who's  probably
behind his misfortune. He doesn't turn Devon in though because he was  worried
Devon would bring up the inappropriate touching. I go, "Okay, we're  into
war stories I see," and I tell Devon about Chubby and me jogging in the  park
last year and being accosted by the three gay guys, one of whom I
recognized from fat Carl's barbecue. And we went back and forth a little with  our
embellished war stories with me becoming impressed by the situations Devon
and the posse boys encountered over the years. My last story was about Chubby
and me in Wildwood a couple of years ago getting drunk at some guy's party
that we'd met on the beach. That was some pretty funny shit  actually.

During a lull in the story telling,  Devon says, "You're a bad ass cute
guy, Dylan. You talk about being surprised  by me, but nobody would think you'd
be involved in so many crazy situations  either." I say, "Yeah, I guess,
but shit happens." I almost told him about  Chubby and the window washer boys
and how I got Jake to rain down hell on the  world of Ricky and his father.
I didn't though because of the compromised  situation Chubby and the boys
found themselves in. I go, "I never once looked  for trouble, Devon, it sort
of just happens sometimes." He goes, "We  don't look for it either, but
you're right, shit happens. The thing is, you're  hotter to me now than ever. Now
I know what a macho guy you can be when you  need to." I laugh, "No one's
ever accused me of being macho, Devon, you're the  first." We're sitting in
the outdoor chairs side by side, he reaches over and  puts his arm across my
shoulders, saying, "Seriously, I've got the hot's for  you something
terrible and I have a strong urge for you to suck my cock." His  arm comes off my
shoulders to curl around my neck and then he pulls my head  towards his. His
tongue goes in my ear and squishes around for a couple of  seconds, then he
says, "Even though my dick's been up your ass, I want you to  suck my cock.
In fact, I insist on it." Damn, that's hot the way he said that.  I take a
deep breath feeling a touch of submissiveness and it feels damn good,  making
my dick move in my pants. Cute Devon is feeling it tonight and stepping  up
to the plate to try his hand at taking charge. Hmmm, nice, but I hesitate
to see how he responds to that and he tightens his arm around my neck
putting  his tongue in my ear again leaving it filled with saliva, so when he
says,  "Do it now, Dylan!" it sounds odd coming  through the saliva that's
clogging my ear. Wow, that's cool he's being  aggressive, so I mutter, "Okay,
Devon, if you insist." He pulls his zipper  down as I get on my knees between
his legs feeling squirmy inside and liking  this version of Devon. He cups
behind my head with his right hand as he pulls  his limp cock out the slit in
his underwear with the other. At the same time  he's putting pressure behind
my head bringing my face down, down, down until  my nose is in his fly
buried in pubic hairs. I inhale his crotch scent and my  dick tightens because
he's dominantly keeping my face pressed to his crotch.  Unexpected dominance
from Devon is one more surprise from him  tonight.


He rubs his fingers up the  hair on the back of my head as I begin licking
his nuts with his cock pressed  along my cheek. God, he smells sexy. He
unbuttons his shorts and opens them  up, and with a finger under my chin lifts
my head a little so he can fish out  his nuts, saying, "Suck on these
awhile." I lap under his scrotum, then all  over the top of the mushy sack with two
agates rolling around inside. Sexy as  hell! Using a finger I get the lower
hanging of his balls in my mouth and  tongue it with Devon grunting and
lifting his ass off the seat, "Oooh." Like  Sonny, Devon's got a big set of
nuts, but with his pubic hairs tickling my  nose I manage to get the second one
in my mouth and suck on both of them with  him moaning, "Oooooh, mmm,
fuccck," and lifting his ass off the seat again.  Humming on his balls and moving
my tongue under them back and forth I grope my  own boner as his cock gets
firm pressing near the side of my nose. Pushing his  slippery nuts out of my
mouth with my tongue I get the head of his cock in my  mouth and suck on it
like a Tootsie pop while my tongue laps at it. It's gets  harder now and
seems to grow. I'm experiencing some awesome sexual sensation  sending me to a
higher level of arousal. His cock is choice so I gobble some  shaft into my
mouth and begin bobbing my head up and down on his boner going  further
down on him with each bob until the head of his hard cock hits the  back of my
throat. The next trip down I take the head into my throat and then  out as I
bob up. Next time two inches of his boner goes in my throat and Devon
stands up pulling his cock first from my throat and then from my mouth with a
string of precum attached. The string breaks off and drifts down to my chin
as  Devon's muttering, "Jesus, I almost blew my load in your throat. Get up,
we're  gonna finish this in bed. My first time fucking in a bed." His hand
under my  chin, he pulls up, saying, "Lets go, now." Oh man, he's  perfect!


I stand up and he unbuttons  my shorts and pulls them down, mumbling, "You
won't need these," then my  underwear as my boner bouncing twice then sticks
up next to my belly. Devon  goes, "Holy shit! You got a boner from sucking
my dick? That's so hot!" His  fist goes around my boner as he mutters, "Step
out of your shorts," and when I  do he strokes my cock, then looks at me
with a look of amazement on his face.  "Holy shit, you're like Annie. When I
get bossy she gets all sexually aroused.  I never thought it would work with
a guy. Damn, this rocks." He stares at me a  few seconds, then says, "Kiss
me," and I lean over and kiss his lips, then  suck on them with my tongue
going in his mouth to slide against his tongue. He  doesn't kiss back which
gets me more aroused because it just seems like such a  dominant thing to do.
Just let me kiss him. He's still got my cock in his hand  as he pulls his
mouth away from mine and then becomes the third guy in my  sexual experience to
lead me by my cock. He says, "Come on," and I follow him  taking quick
little steps to keep up. He leads me inside, bare assed, and  sinking into a
delicious submissive trance I never expected with Devon. In my  bedroom he lets
go of my cock and pulls my t-shirt up so I lift my arms and he  pulls my
tee over my head, then drops it on the floor. He gives my ass a hard  slap,
"SMACK!' muttering, "Get your ass in bed." I do that as he undresses and
follows me getting under the covers of my twin size bed. "This is so hot,
Dylan," he says wrapping me in his arms. His cock wets my belly with precum as
he begins making out with me and we're soon squirming against each other's
naked body with both of us spreading precum now.


We're both panting as Devon  breaks off the kiss and smacks my ass, telling
me, "Get on your knees with  your head on the mattress." I do that as he
moves behind me by walking on his  knees, and ,"Smack! Smack!" on my ass,
while saying, "You're really into this,  aren't you? This is so cool," and,
"SMACK! SMACK!" harder this time with him  chuckling, muttering, "I can't
believe it," and "SMACK! SMACK!" My ass is  stinging now, but my boner has
tightened up some more and I have to moan,  "Ooooh, oooh," I feel his cock head at
my asshole pressing against the lips of  my anus, then it slides in with his
precum drooling down to the back of my  nuts. I'm getting off being
submissive to Devon and he's getting off being  dominant. Good match up. He pushes
his boner up my ass an inch or two, asking,  "Feels good, does it?" I
murmur, "Uh huh," and more boner goes up my ass  tightly, as he's saying, "Yeah,
it sure does feel good. Damn, this is the  hottest sex we've had yet." One
more thrust of his hips and his groin is tight  against my butt cheeks. Devon
grunts and then lets out an airy, "Yeaaaaah,  mmmm, nice." I tighten my
sphincter muscle pushing back into him and he pulls  his cock back and thrusts
it back in, "Mmmmm," from both of us. Devon's  gripping my hips tightly as he
pulls his boner back fast and rams it back in  smacking against my ass,
"Slap!" "Jesus, this feels good," he mutters, and  begins a fast fucking of my
spanked ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." His cock  feels familiar now and it's
becoming one of my favorites. I love the seven  inches and I love that it's
not too thick. Thick cocks are hot too, but this  is mostly pleasure as his
cock stimulates the lips of my ass feeling so good  it's crazy, and my
prostate sizzles with pleasure sensations as his fast  moving hard cock slides
back and forth over it. Tightening my ass muscles  again gets, "Oooooh, mmmm,
yeaaah," from Devon, and me moaning along with him.  He showed his natural
take charge ability for this sex, and now that I think  about it there were
hints of it earlier too. It's fantastic and my shoulders  are shuddering to
prove it. He's not an over the top dominant sex partner like  Sonny, who
gets his ideas from imitating the BDSM videos he's hooked on, but  Devon's is
dominant enough considering it's Devon. I'm really getting into  this sex for
the first time with him. Devon into it as well as he stands now  with his
knees bent and his hands cupping my shoulders allowing him to drive  his cock
in harder. It's "Umph, umph, umph," from me with each hard thrust of  his
cock and, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds from his body slamming against my  ass.


Devon's grunting with every  drive up my ass which is a very sexy sound
during anal fucking. He's enjoying  it and putting a lot of effort into making
sure I do too. I'm enthralled with  the depth of sexy sensations from my
rectum and anus. Two wonderful pleasure  zones being stimulated by his long
constantly thrusting hard cock. My orgasm  is building again... it's one of the
wonders and joys of life. The prostate  and anus both have a super-dense
concentration of nerve endings, as does the  head of a cock. It's a win-win
situation for both the 'top' and 'bottom', but  for me this is the second
hottest sexual sensation I can experience, only  being topped by climax. My cock
is parallel to my stomach pointing at my chin  and dripping precum on the
sheet . It's throbbing nicely making me squirm  under Devon's constantly
moving hips thrusting his long hard cock up my ass.  I'm moaning as Devon's
grunts turn to desperate whines with his need to climax  building along with
mine. I'm humping back into his thrust now making  desperate sounds myself,
"Un, un, un, ooh, ooh, fuck me, mmm, oh, ah, ah, oh,"  and then my whole body
sizzles as I squeal and cum pumps up from my nuts and  shoots straight out
hitting under my chin, "Eeee, ooh," as another shot of cum  fires from my
quivering sensitive cock head. Devon leans into me digging his  fingers into my
shoulders going, "Mmmm, mmm, ooh," and fills me up with his  teen semen all
white and creamy and slippery. He lays on my back humping  against me
without pulling back and shoots more spunk up my ass. My cock  drools cum as a
dizziness passes and I moan quietly to myself with my body  tingling and my
cock begins losing it's stiffness. I stroke it and moan,  "Ooooh, mmmm, feels
so good." A deep breath from Devon and he lifts off my  back and humps his
cock in my wet ass for another minute and then pulls out  flopping down beside
me on the bed. I roll over half on him and half on the  mattress. We both
breath deeply and all of a sudden I feel tired and spent.  Cum slowly drools
from my ass as I lazily wipe cum from under my chin and wipe  it on the
sheet.


Devon mutters, "Hot, that  was really hot, Dylan. What an ass you got on
your sexy body. Damn, am I ever  bisexual now." I mumble, "Maybe you should
look your old buddy, Buttons, up."  He laughs quietly, "Yeah, I wonder how
Buttons is doing? After you though, I  can't imagine Buttons would hold up by
comparison. Like I told you, he was  basically a geek. Nerdy, ya know, but
damn I had the hot's for him back then.  Ha ha, it would be cool to see him
now that I've broken my gay cherry a couple  of times. You know, it'd be
interesting to see if I still have the hot's for  him. See what he's been up to.
Yeah..." I grin at the way Devon's excited  about his gay side and I hope he
does look up his first crush because I'm not  going to be around much and I
have a feeling Devon's going to want to visit  his gay side as much as his
straight side... sexually, I mean. Anyway, I'm  feeling good, tired but
good. I look at him laying next to me, and say, "We  had ourselves quite a night
of it, Devon. Sex with a few fist fights thrown  in." he says, "No shit,
I'm serious, Dylan, your ballsy moves with McAfee and  that pervert, Joel, got
me hotter for you then ever." I say, "How about that  guilty conscience of
yours," He shrugs, "It's still with me, but I'm trying  hard to ignore it.
And I'm serious about looking up Buttons. I'd like to fuck  him too." I ask,
"What if he wants to fuck you?" Devon's like, "Hmmm, yeah, I  might go for
it. He has a small dick." I mutter, "Is he on Facebook?" Devon  shrugs, "I
don't know, but it'd be the place to start, that's for sure. I'm  gonna do it,
but for now I gotta get my ass home. What time is it anyway?"  Checking my
wristwatch, I say, "Just past one-thirty." He goes, "I'm outta  here. Didn't
realize it was so late." We both get out of bed. Devon gets  dressed and I
pull on my boxer underpants and walk him to the door. No kiss  goodbye or
anything, just a fist bump and, "It's been a blast, Dylan. Can wait  to fuck
your hot ass again."


He leaves and I grab a  cigarette and smoke it on the balcony in my
underwear. What a night! The sex  was good, especially when Devon got bossy. He's
hot with his bossy stuff. It's  funny, but just about anyone I have sex with
eventually decides that it's okay  for them to take charge of our sex and
they then begin exercising their  dominant nature. Some more than others
obviously, but they all recognize the  fact they can get away with bossing me
around during sex. It's like a step by  step process beginning with little
things, and then another, and then another  taking their bossiness further and
further, like a game. When Devon got a  little dominant that's when I got
into our sex the most. Sonny's more dominant  than Devon, so he puts me in a
number of deeper submissive trances, but the  little trance with Devon was hot
too. The feelings associated with being  submissive to my sex partner is
the mental part of sex for me, the physical  part is pretty damn hot with or
without the submissive part.  I get the  physical part with almost every sex
partner I've ever had, but when the  physical part is combined with the
dominant stuff it gets intense. Then  there's the heat from sex with Robby,
which isn't especially dominant on his  part, but simply being in love with him
easily makes up for that. God, I love  when Robby fuck's me. It's the best!
Maybe tomorrow if his concussion is under  control we can visit my bedroom.
I desperately need to take a shower, but I  make it a quick one.


Back in bed I fall asleep thinking about  tomorrow with Robby. Him and the
wet cum spots on the sheet I'm sleeping on...  memo to myself, change the
sheets in case Robby and me wind-up in bed together  here sometime tomorrow.
Sleeping until nine-thirty Sunday  morning gives me almost eight hours of
sleep. I'm nicely rested, but sore  where I landed on my tailbone when sicko
Joel knocked me over backwards. I'm  satisfied I got the best of that bastard
though. A couple of other aches and  bruises, but nothing serious except my
eye feels funny. In the bathroom I see  my eye is almost swollen shut,
which isn't a good look for me at all. On the  other hand I do have a cool black
eye that always looks bad-ass. Heh heh, yeah  a black eye, but I'll need to
have a story to go with it, one that won't upset  mom. Hmmm? By the time
I've finished my normal bathroom routine I've got the  little white lie about
my black eye I'll tell my mom and Tris. Chubby will  know damn well I got it
in a fight, and so will Robby. That's no problem. When  dressed I make
myself a cup of coffee and take it to the balcony. It's hot  outside already so
this will be a good day to do something indoors someplace  with air
conditioning. I text Chubby about brunch, but he must not be up yet  because I get
no reply. I'm not going to text Robby because I don't know if he  has his
mother's cell phone or if she has it. How the hell did people live in  the past
without cell phones?

Smoking a cigarette with my  coffee I'm thinking about sex. Devon was good
last night, but if I'm honest  about it sex with Willie was a couple of
levels hotter and I'll be damned if  the three and four baggers Willie lays on
me during our dates is just about  the right number. He left me walking
bowlegged with my ass sticking out and a  sore boy-pussy, as Willie calls it, but
that's only a minor annoyance. I  wonder when we're married if Robby will
want sex three times as day, which  seems about right for married people.
When you're sleeping with someone there  are more chances for that to happen.
More opportunities, for sure and we sort  of practice that at college. Robby
says marriage is three years away and  in the meantime I'll need to settle
for what's available. That's where the  side sex comes in. Strange how I
thought Ray was so hot there for awhile and  now he doesn't interest me at all.
Ryan still interest me although I don't  know how interested he is in me.
Maybe he had the same change of heart with me  that I had with Ray. Everyone
reserves the right to change their mind. Hell,  look at the divorce rate in
this country, people are changing their minds left  and right. It is a weird
phenomenon though. It's like one day you ask  yourself, 'What the fuck was I
thinking?' I don't expect that will ever happen  to Robby and me though, I
really don't because there's something between us  that so special, and
maybe it's Robby. It's an awesome thing being in love, I  know that much. Side
sex partners come and go, but true love needs to be  forever. Sonny's hot,
but immature and he goes overboard with his BDSM  fixation occasionally. Most
of it's pretty hot as far as I'm concerned, but  not always. Small doses of
that stuff is enough. The new Willie had it in  proper perspective the other
night I thought, heh heh, and I kinda missed some  of his more outrageous
shit that he used to pull. Occasionally, like those  couple of days in Key
West it was great, but like I said... in small doses  only. Oh, and Seth too.
He's not at all dominant, but his sweet nature is some  consolation for the
lack of dominance so I enjoy having sex with him too. It's  kinda rare Seth
and I get laid, but good when we do it, like the truck  fuck's... hot! All
sex is good.


Robby texts me saying he  should be home sometime this afternoon. He'll
text again when he's on his way  home and he wants us to get together tonight
for our Sunday night date. Well,  hell yeah! That's good news and I text back
that I can hardly wait. Going  inside I check the refrigerator to see what
we have for brunch.  Not  much, so Chubby and me will need to do some
shopping. Then Chubby texts that  he just got up and he'll be right down for
coffee so we can discuss brunch.  Five minutes later Chubby comes bouncing in
with his special welcoming smile.  He stops in his tracks when he sees my face,
then we hug with a quick kiss.  With that dangerous look in his eyes that
he rarely shows, Chubby mutters,  "Um, that's quite a sore looking eye ya got
there, brother. Can you see out of  that eye? It looks closed." I say, "I
walked into a guy's fist, but I can  see." Chubby's pissed, but stays calm as
he holds my chin looking at my eye,  then he lets go of my chin, nods his
head, and asks, "Who owns the offending  fist pray tell? I've got something
in mind for him." I make him a k-cup of  coffee, then as he stares at me I
tell Chubby what happened, including my run  in with sadistic Joel. Chubby
goes, "Busy night, bro. Nice job on Joel and I  like the Coke bottle in the
face part of that story. Deviant Joel would be  smart to avoid the two of us.
I've never heard of this McAfee asshole, but  I'll remember the name in the
unlikely event I ever run into him." I say, "I  hope I'm with you when you
cross paths with him." Chubby mutters, "Yeah, I'd  sincerely love to meet
him." We look at one another and Chubby calms down,  then grins, saying, "The
black eye is cool through." I say, "Yeah, black eyes  are cool." Done with
that bit of business, Chubby tells me about his date last  night, and in
particular his latest fight with MJ. A date and a fight go hand  in hand with Mary
Jo. "Yeah," he says, "She's all pissed off that I won't be  coming home
every weekend once we're off to college. I told her it'll be good  for us to be
separated. You know, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all  that
bullshit." Done our coffees we head for Stop & Shop. We've decided on  French
toast, home fries, thick bacon, and a fresh fruit bowl of some kind.  We'll
see what looks good.


At Stop & Shop I do my  normal review of the bag boys and register clerks
not seeing anything worth a  second look, or a first look for that matter.
The current part timers boss  sucks! He can't hire cute guys for some reason.
He apparently has something  against hiring lads unless they look like an
overweight troll. Jesus!  Oh  well, disappointed with that bag boy situation,
I follow Chubby to do our food  shopping. The first thing we need is a loaf
of Italian bread that we'll slice  in thick slabs for the French toast. To
go with the 'thick' theme we get Oscar  Myers' thick sliced bacon. The
peaches are very ripe, but not mushy, so we get  peaches that we'll mix with
blackberries because it'll look nice. You eat with  your eyes first I've heard,
and there's some truth to that I suppose. Russet  potatoes and fresh dill for
the home fries, and lastly oranges to squeeze for  orange juice. Nothing
like fresh squeezed orange juice. As we check outselves  out, Chubby says, "My
mouth is watering already." We bag our own groceries and  on the way out in
comes the Dracula boy, Dougie Hamilton, who I met here a few  weeks ago.
He's cute so it wasn't a totally wasted trip to Stop & Shop in  that regard. I
say he Dracula boy because while really cute, his complexion is  almost
white and he has long pitch black hair. He sees me and smirks, then  smells the
back of his wrist reminding me of where I picked that habit up. I  bump
fists, saying, "Dougie, whassup?" He goes, "Not much, um, Merrimack next  week,
huh?" I go, "Yeah, I'm ready for it. Looking forward to it." He's with  his
redheaded mother again making me wonder if he's adopted because they look
nothing alike. Also, who the fuck goes food shopping with their mother? I'll
 have to ask him about that sometime. Dougie says, "I'm depending on you to
 show me around, Dylan." I nod my head, "Sure thing, Dougie. You have my
email  address, right?" As he runs his fingers through his long hair, he says,
"Yeah,  I do, and you're going to make me look cool too. Right?" I say,
"You're  already cool, but yeah, I'll give you a haircut." His mother says, "Oh
my God,  does he ever need one." Dougie makes a face at her, then says,
"Well, I'll see  you next week then, right?" I go, "You bet, see you then."
Chubby's at the car  by now and when I get there, he asks, "Is that the same
kid from a couple of  weeks ago?" I mutter, "Yeah, he's gonna be a freshman at
Merrimack and he  wants me to show him around." Chubby chuckles, "Oh boy,
is he in for a ride,"  as he gets in the driver's seat of the Jeep. I'm
smiling because I've got a  good feeing about Dougie Hamilton.


Back in my condo we begin  preparing brunch. Chubby keeps looking at my
puffy eye shaking his head and  muttering under his breath until finally I say,
"Forget about my eye, Chubby,  'cause I've put it behind me. I hit the guy
in the face with a Coke bottle and  then dislocated in knee cap with it fer
chrissakes. He's worse off this  morning than I am." Chubby goes, "I believe
you, but I'd feel better if I gave  him a little payback myself." I go,
"He's a senior in high school, bro, let it  go. I took care of it myself, it's
over." He mutters, "Yeah, alright, if you  say so. Your friend Devon might
have his hands full at school though." I tell  him, "If he has trouble with
McAfee he'll tell me and you and I can have a  talk with the guy then, but I
think Devon's friends will deal with it before  we get a chance to." Chubby
says, "I'm not all that concerned about your  friend, what's his name, I
just can't stand the thought of that fuck punching  you in the fucking eye,
that's all." Chubby's always been over protective of  me, but we're getting too
old to be getting involved with high school bullies.  Let the posse boys
deal with it, as I'm sure they will. I put the bacon on the  stove in an iron
skillet over medium heat to cook slowly as Chubby cooks the  Russet potatoes
in the microwave before cutting them in cubes for home fries.  When he's
cubed the potatoes I pour some of the rendered fat from the bacon to  use as
grease for the potatoes, and then add butter to that, then in go some  thinly
sliced onion. Chubby seasons with paprika, salt, pepper, and garlic
powder. We'll finish them with fresh diced chives when the potatoes are  browned
nicely. Chubby uses the electric juicer to extract the orange juice  from the
big juicy oranges as I cut up the fruit and portion it out into four  small
bowls, then put the fruit in the refrigerator along with the  OJ.


Chubby's back to his cheery  self by now, asking, "Okay, boss, what's
next?" I tell him, "French toast. You  slice the Italian bread and I'll make the
soaking mixture." I measure out a  quarter cup of all purpose flour and dump
it in a bowl, then slowly whisk in a  cup of light cream until it's smooth.
Most people don't include flour in their  French bread mixture, but then
most people's French toast isn't as good as  ours. Three eggs go in next and
they get whisked in along with some ground  cinnamon, a teaspoon of vanilla
extract, some sugar, and a pinch of salt.  We'll soak the bread slices in
this mixture before frying them and serving  with real maple syrup. The soaking
won't start until the moms make an  appearance. Chubby and I have a
cigarette on the balcony while we wait for the  moms to get up. Saturday night is
date night for the moms and since their  dates don't start until after their
waitressing job, the dates are late night  affairs. Sundays they sleep later
than normal although they usually sleep  later than Chubby and me. They
don't get off work until eleven and then they  wind-down with a cocktail and
some chatter with the other waitresses at the  bar. Chubby asks, "What have
you got going today, Dylan?" I say, "Robby's  coming home late in the
afternoon, but I have no plans until then." He says,  "Now you do. I need a haircut
and then we'll hit the mall for some shopping to  finish off what we need in
the way of clothes for college." I say, "Awesome,  Chubby, I love cutting
your hair and I need a couple of things at the mall  too. Isn't it exciting
to be going back to Merrimack?" He says, "Yep, I like  the apartment living."
We talk about our upcoming year of college until Tris  comes in the front
door talking on her cell phone. My mom comes out of her  bedroom with a cell
phone to her ear too. I wonder who they're talking  to.


Chubby and I come in off the balcony as the moms put their cell phones
away and they both make a big fuss over my black, swollen eye. I tell them my
lie about getting hit in the eye with a baseball. "It's nothing. It looks
worse than it is. I took my eye off the hitter and he hit the ball right at
me. It got me in the eye. Totally my fault." They know I've been playing
baseball with Robby and the posse boys this summer so they buy the story.
Telling them I'd been in a fight would require too much explanation, plus
Chubby and I have maintained this fantasy that things like fighting has never
been a part of our lives. Why worry the moms, ya know. The moms make
themselves coffees as Chubby gets out the fruit and OJ and I put the bread in  the
soaking mixture for the French toast. It's a cheery brunch with the moms
excitedly telling us about the wonderful time they had with the twins last
night on their double date. Maybe they tell us everything is swell with their
lives the same way Chubby and I maintain that everything is swell in ours.
Maybe we're protecting each other by dealing with the negatives in our
lives  ourselves and not worrying each other. Maybe it's not fair to share the
good  things in life but not the bad, but it works for us... for the moms,
and  for Chubby and me.


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


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