Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 11:00:41 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME  Chapter  11

DYLAN'S  VACATION BACK HOME



Chapter  11



by  Donny Mumford



The  pizza guy is here. I open the door and see a scruffy-looking redheaded
teenager  with a bad case of acne, who mumbles, "Mushroom pizza." He's
holding the  pizza box out to me, "That'll be $14.78." The lad has a bolt
through his tongue.  I put the pizza box on the kitchen table and dig money out
of my pocket, then  give him a twenty dollar bill. He mutters something I
can't understand, then  turns to leaves. I go, "Dude, seriously? Give me a
couple of ones back." He  rolls his eyes pulling a wad of money out of his cargo
shorts and peels off two  ones, thrusts them at me, and he's gone. No
'thank you' for the three dollar  tip, no `have a nice night', no nothing.

Asshole! After reheating the pizza  in the oven I eat the whole thing realizing I
hate eating alone, but the good  thing is it's only a little after eight
o'clock. Awesome! I chill out in my room  listening to music and thinking good
thoughts. Then, after  a leisurely shower, I'm asleep before ten o'clock.

After  a good night's sleep I'm ready for anything Wednesdays morning.

Today's known as  'hump' day, meaning after today it's all down-hill to the
weekend. I drive  Chubby and myself to work, both of us in very good moods.

Chubby heads for the  locker room and I head for the truck. As I'm putting the
lunch bag in the  cooler, Matt saunters up to me and tells me we'll be
operating the big ride-on  mower today. Determined to win Matt over once and for
all, I pat his shoulder,  cheerfully saying, "That'll be cool, Matt." We walk
to the locker room together  chatting about the weather. It's a beautiful
day with low humidity. Friendly  small talk, ya know?

After  changing into my work outfit, I go outside lighting a cigarette and
join Chubby  and Seth, bumping fist with Seth and patting Chubby's shoulder.

Smiles all  around, and I'm like, "It's so cool working with you guys
again. In Georgia I  was inside all day working on tedious little components.

This is  better. Outdoors doing manual labor, ya know?" Seth goes, "You're in a
 cheerful mood today, Dylan," and I explain, "I finally caught-up on sleep.

I'm  reinvigorated!" Then Matt, from over near the truck, goes, "Dylan, I
need you  over here." Huh, I wonder what he wants now. I mean we've got ten
minutes before  work starts. Matt calls again, "Get over here, Dylan," and I
give Chubby a look,  like, 'Can I believe this shit?'  Chubby says, "Only a
couple more days and  you'll be on your own." I nod, muttering, "Yeah,
you're right. No  problem."

Jogging  over to Matt I put on a phony pleasant expression, then try a
cheery,  "Whassup, Matt?" He says, "First off, put the cigarette out." I look
surprised,  but drop basically a whole cigarette and step on it, mumbling,
"Okay,  but...?" He looks like someone kicked him in the balls, saying, "What
the  fuck, Dylan, c'mon, dude, you know better than that. Pick up the
cigarette butt  and put it in your pocket. Don't litter, what the fuck?" Huh, he's
apparently  working on the 'what the fuck' theme this morning. I mutter,
"Yeah, sure," and  pick up the butt as my face gets a little red, but I'm
determined not to get  pissed-off. I mean, I don't need this bull shit, but he's
right about littering  on company grounds. He puts an arm across my
shoulders and we start walking  as he tells me, "Like I mentioned, we're working the
big mower today and I need  to show you how to sign out for it, so pay
attention." I'm starting to think  he's purposely trying to antagonize me as he
continues talking, "This means  I need to start work early today, but I
don't mind putting in the extra time to  help you get familiar with how we do
things around here." Oh goodie, I only  rode the fucking big mower about a
hundred hours last summer.

Walking  side by side with Matt, his arm still across my shoulders, he
says, "You rode  the mower last year, but this is a new one." When I see it,
yeah it's new, but  it's a new one that's exactly like the one we used last
year. I tell him that,  and he goes, "I don't care, Dylan. You're still going
to listen to the complete  training session like everyone else did before
they were allowed on the big  mower. If something goes wrong I don't want to
hear you whining, 'Matt didn't  tell me'." He said that in a whiny voice too.

Trying for cheerful, I say, "Gee,  Matt, I never talk like that." He ignores
me, telling the grumpy supply guy  we're signing out the new ride-on mower,
so Grumpy slides a clipboard across the  counter. Picking it up Matt takes
my arm walking me to the side, then explains  the form we need to fill out.

Well, this is different from last year so I listen  to his explanation, but
quickly realize there's self-explanatory headings on the  sheet of paper
that don't require an explanation: driver's name, date, crew  supervisor,
today's date, condition of mower, and that's it. Submerging the  urge to say,
"Duh!', I'm going, "Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, I see," as he explain  each
self-evident heading, and then questions me on it. I get all the questions  right
except the one about the name. I say my name, and Matt goes, "No! You  didn't
sign out the mower, I did!" Trick question, ya know? I politely say, "Oh,  I
thought you meant hypothetically if I were signing out the mower." Matt
gives  me a hard 'look'. Okay, I may have said that a tad sarcastically, but
come  on!
He  has me return the completed form to Grumpy while he's starting the
mower's  engine and then driving it out of the garage and over to the side.

Turning it  off, he motions for me to join him. I go over and he snaps, "We jog
on the  job! That's the way we do it on my crew." His crew? Jesus, what an
asshole! He  then goes over every tedious detail of how the mower works. My
mind  wanders as I glance across the blacktop seeing Chubby telling the guys
something, and watching them laugh. Probably one of his corny jokes; a joke
that  wouldn't be very funny except for the way Chubby tells it. Matt grabs
my arm,  "Are you listening to me? Repeat back to me the ten safety steps I
just went  over  you'll need to be aware of before starting the engine."

What I'd  really like to do is scream!  Matt will probably end up as a
stereotypical  small town bureaucrat with a little power who drives common sense
citizens  crazy. Reciting the ten safety steps correctly, I'm crossing all the
T's and  dotting all the I's, as I do it. He's taken aback a little that I
know them in  detail, but since he's incapable of a compliments, he says,
"See that you  remember them and follow them every time you start the engine.

And not just the  first time, every time." I nod my head while doing a
couple of fake coughs to  keep from laughing in his face, then mumble, "Something
caught in my throat."  Another hard stare from Matt as I smile pleasantly.

Bad attitude, my  ass!
I  walk alongside the mower as Matt drives it to the truck, then he says,
"The  ramp, Newman." Oh, so now it's last names. I pull out the ramp and Matt
rides  the mower onto the bed of the truck, and says, "Get up here." I
climb up  wondering what he's mad about, and he shows me how to secure the mower
on the  truck bed. I can't resist saying, "Oh, exactly like last year,
huh?" He goes,  "There you go with the smart-ass attitude again. Listen, Dylan,
this is your  third day on the job, and it's the third day I've had to
mention you're attitude  problem." Losing my cool, I say, "Yeah, it's the third
day you mentioned it, but  not because you had any reason to. Maybe it's your
attitude that's the problem."  His face gets red as he mutters, "If Jeff
wasn't your brother..." and Chubby who  had walked up to the truck, says, "What
was that, Matt? If Dylan wasn't my  brother, what would you do?" Matt looks
startled, then he points at me, saying,  "He has a problem with me doing his
training, like maybe he thinks he's too  important to do the training
everyone else was given. His body language and his  sarcastic comments are like
he's better than everybody else." Warming up to  dissertation, he adds, "If
he was anyone else I'd already have mention to Rob  the red flag I'm sensing
about Dylan as a member of our team." Chubby hops up on  the truck, saying,
"Oh yeah? You would, huh?" Chubby's crowding Matt, "Fact is,  he isn't
anybody else though, is he? Oh, there's Rob now," and he calls over to  Robby,
"Boss, ya got a second?" I'm just standing here watching Chubby, knowing  he's
royally pissed-off. It's the way he licks his lips when he's about ready to
 explode. Robby comes over, asking, "What's up, Jeff?" Chubby says, "Matt
wants  to tell you about a red flag he senses about Dylan. Go ahead,
Singleton."

Matt's  looking confused now and unsure of himself, as he says, "Oh, um,
it's nothing I  need to bother you with. I'll handle it." Chubby says, "No,
you won't! You said  if Dylan wasn't my brother you'd report to Rob about a
red flag? Tell him what  ya just told me." Robby's frowning, asking, "What the
fuck were you going to say  about Dylan, Matt?" Matt shrugs with a slight
grin, "Um, just that I'm concerned  about his attitude. It's not as positive
as it could be as I'm showing him how  we do things around here. I'm trying
to show him..." Robby's face gets red as he  snaps, "Don't fucking worry about
his attitude, alright? And I decide how we do  things around here, not you!
Just cover what's in the training guide and leave  it at that. And just so
you fuckin' know, I've never met anyone with a better  attitude than Dylan,
and he knows better than you 'how we do things around  here'." I'm looking
at nothing in particular, mostly concentrating on not  chuckling or smirking
at Matt. Robby's pissed, saying, "Jeff, get everybody  moving," and he walks
off. Chubby asks Matt, "Ya got anything else to report?"  Matt's face is
red too, as he mutters, "Thanks a lot, Jeff!" and he sits down.  Chubby says,
"No hard feelings, Matt, just stop fucking around with my brother  and
you'll be fine." The he grins at me rubbing my head, knocking my hat off,
saying, "You're gonna lose that hat, bro, if you keep it on your head when the
truck's moving." His awesome smile at me almost brings tears to my eyes. I nod
 my head picking up my hat, mumbling, "Good advice, bro."

We  ride to our first job site of the day in silence. My hats held in my
hand as  Matt defiantly pulls his down to his ears to keep it from blowing
off. Childish  pouting on his part if you ask me. Of course I don't believe
I've ever seen  anyone that got his ass handed to him like Matt just endured.

At the job site  Matt drives the mower down the ramp off the truck bed.

Trying to lessen the  tension, in a pleasant conversational voice, I ask, "Do you
want me to ride it  first, Matt?" He doesn't look at me, mumbling, "No, you
walk along side of me  for a while watching how I do it." We have very
little to say to each other the  rest of the morning except for him mono-toning
unnecessary training instructions  from the training guide, the way Robby
told him to do it. I mutter a lot of, "Uh  huh," to his boring instructions.

After half an hour we switch places, I ride  the mower with him walking along
side not saying anything. I'm guessing Matt  won't have anything else
negative to say about me. Not to Chubby or Robby  anyway. I'm way too mature to
smirk or mock him, like I'd dearly love to  do.

After  lunch Matt loosens up a little, probably because he sees I'm not
rubbing in the  fact he basically got his ass whipped when he tried
bad-mouthing me to Chubby  and Robby. Talk about poor judgement. Bad mouthing me to my
brother and lover.  Really? I make a little small talk with him in the
afternoon asking about the  basketball games he and Chubby went to last night. It
turns out he's a  basketball fanatic and he gets animated telling me about
some of the shots made  in the games last night, then critiquing the Celtic
and telling me about his  favorite team, the Golden State Warriors. I
feigned interest and we get along  okay the rest of the day. Chubby had joked a
little about the incident during  lunch, making it funny and getting Matt
chuckling, as only Chubby can. That  helped defuse the situation allowing for
the more relaxed afternoon between Matt  and me.

After  work Robby calls me over, looking excited, "We getting together
tonight?" I nod  my head too fast, like I used to do with Ryan, and say, "I sure
hope so, Rob.  What are we gonna do?" He goes, "What if I come over your
place after dinner and  we decide what to do then?" I'm like, "Awesome idea!
Around seven-thirty then?"  He squeezes the back of my neck, "See you then,
Dylan. By the way, you're  looking good, babe. It makes my heart beat a
little faster every time I see you  during the day. Do you feel me staring at you
sometimes?" I go, "Oh, was that  you? I was wondering..." and we laugh and
sort of lean against one another. Robby  goes off then for the short
supervisor's meeting at days end and I watch him go  with my dick moving around in my
shorts a little. He was so authoritative and  cool this morning putting
Matt in his place, then telling Chubby to get the guys  moving. Damn, that
almost gave me a boner. My man, Rob!
Walking  into the locker room I'm feeling as good as I did this morning
before Matt had  his melt down. As I'm taking off my sweaty t-shirt Seth leans
over from his  locker, asking, "Can I get a haircut tonight, Dylan?" With a
smile, I'm like,  "Sure, Seth," and Chubby, who's changing next to me, says,
"Hey, can you give my  bro a ride home, Seth?" I look quizzically at
Chubby, who says, "It'd be a big  help, Dylan. I've got a five o'clock dentist
appointment. I'll clean up here and  go right to the dentist." Seth says,
"Sure, I'll give Dylan a ride home." Chubby  pats Seth shoulder, "Thanks, Seth,"

then to me, "I'll bring Chinese take-out  from Yang Ming's for our dinner
tonight." I go, "Cool. Get enough for Seth too."  Seth's like, "Oh, that's
okay, you don't need..." and Chubby goes, "You're  invited, Seth, don't hurt our
feelings by turning us down." Seth's like, "Oh,  no, I wouldn't do that.

Thanks for inviting me." That's Seth. He's such a good  guy! We finish changing
out of our work clothes, and I tell Seth, "Bring your  dirty work clothes.

I gotta do a wash load tonight so it's no problem  throwing your  stuff in
there too." He mumbles, "Thanks," and we both bundle-up shorts and  t-shirts.

Chubby hands me his, then Seth and me head for his car as Chubby goes  into
the locker room's seldom used showers.

As  we walk I glance at Seth's hair, asking, "Have you been cutting your
own hair  again?" He blushes and chuckles, "Yeah, I hack it off when it gets
in my eyes. I  used to do the same thing before I met you." I say, "Remember
that expensive  faux hawk haircut you had when I met you?" He nods, "Heh
heh, yeah, that's  because I was interviewing for a job?" I go, "That was the
last haircut you paid  for, right?" He says, "The only one I paid for after
being thrown out of the  house by my old man. I ran into a guy from my old
neighborhood who was working  as a hair stylist, and he offered to give me a
haircut. I go to the salon he  worked at, stupidly thinking he was doing me a
favor. It turned out the favor  was he charged me half price. I think it
was fifty dollars instead of the normal  hundred dollars. I was too humiliated
to tell him I couldn't afford fifty  dollars, so I ate Ramen noodle soup
for a week cause the fifty buck was my food  money." I go, "With all that
Ramen you sure kept your sodium level up for that  week." He chuckles, "I was
dizzy half the time."

We  drive around back and go in through the door next to the garage
carrying our  dirty clothes. First thing I do is throw everything in the washing
machine and  get that going. Standing behind me, Seth's, saying, "its nice
being here again,  Dylan. Basically because it means you're home," and he hugs
me tightly from  behind doing a ten second kiss on the side of my face. I
go, "Wow, nice! Thanks,  Seth." He's blushing and grinning, "I've been wanting
to do that since Monday  morning." I say, "Let me return the favor," and I
hug him, face to face, kissing  him on the mouth. His slim body melds into
mine as his lips part and we get into  a sexy kiss with my tongue in Seth's
mouth. The kiss lasts maybe thirty seconds  and I get the feeling it would
have gone on quite a bit longer if Seth had  anything to say about it, but I
slide my mouth off his and gently steps back,  saying, "Wow, nice kiss, Seth.

Have you been practicing with someone?" He's  blushing again, "You taught
me to kiss, Dylan. Remember the days we'd kiss in  the back of the truck? You
know, the days the big mowers blocked the view for  the other guys?" I say,
"Of course I do! Good way to start the day,  huh?"

Then,  like we were Monday morning when we met, we're again a little
awkward with each  other and unsure what to do or say next. I move the barber
stool to the tiled  area and it's like there are so many things we could talk
about we don't know  where to start. I settle on, "How's the new boyfriend
working out?" and he says,  "He's actually my old, original boyfriend. We
reconnected. He called be out of  the blue about a month ago and we've been going
out a couple times a week. I'm  supposed to meet him later tonight at the
movie complex. We both like the  movies. Ya know, escapism for a couple of
hours." I think for a second, then  point at Seth, saying, "Jackie Bradley,
right? That's his name." He smiles,  "Good memory, Dylan. Yeah, that's him."

I'm like, "He has light red hair, but  that's all I think you told me about
him?" Seth sits on the stool taking off his  shirt, saying, "Light red hair
and lots of it. It's wavy and sometimes he wears  it in a ponytail. He has
six tattoos and two earrings, plus his eyebrow is  pierced." I go, "Tough guy,
huh?" Seth grins, "Nah, he looks like a tough guy  but he's the gentlest
person I know. He's shy like me, so we're a good match."  Actually I don't
think that's necessarily true. Two shy guys? It'd be better if  one of them was
a little assertive. Of course I wouldn't say that to  Seth.

"Um,  Seth, that's great!  I'm happy for both of you, but let's go in the
half  bath now, and I'll shampoo your hair." He seems to hesitate, so I ask,
"Anything  wrong?" He takes a very deep breath; then, chuckling nervously,
he shakes his  head. I'm like, "What is it?" and I'm kind of laughing. He
shakes his head  again, really blushing this time, mumbling, "Jeez, I'm almost
twenty-one but I  act like I'm thirteen sometimes." I still don't get it
until, he says, "I'm  still sitting on this stool because I've got the hardest
boner ever, and if I  stand up there'll be a tent in my shorts." Oh, I
thought that was the way his  shorts bunched-up in front when he sat down. It's
his boner. I laugh, "It  happens to me too, Seth. Happens to most guys from
time to time, for reasons  unknown." He goes, "Oh, I know the reason alright.

It's being alone with you.  Remember when we used to do 'it' once in a
while?" I nod my head, "Uh huh. Um,  do you want to do it now?" He makes a face
and nods his head, then gasps, "It  would be an act of mercy on your part,
Dylan." I go over to him and hug his  shoulders, "Act of mercy? Whaddaya
talking about? I'd love having a little  loving buddy-sex with one of my best
friends of all time."

Seth  leans into me, mumbling, "You're so awesome, Dylan." Huh, I wonder
if, between  the shy boyfriends, one of them can get around to suggesting
something of a  sexual nature after the movies they apparently frequent on a
regular basis?  Resting the side of my head against his, I quietly ask, "Do you
mean right now,  Seth?" He nods his head once and I sort of slide him off
the stool. He mutters,  "I feel so stupid," and I go, "No reason to. I'm
looking forward to it. Let's  drop our shorts and enjoy ourselves." I drop mine
and then undo the snap of  Seth's shorts. He asks, "Is there a fire
extinguisher down here? My face is  about to burst into flames." I laugh, then pull
his jockey shorts down. His nice  looking boner bounces up and down once
before rigidly standing at attention  pointing dramatically up. Putting my fist
around it I pull in down and guide it  to my mouth, then suck on the head.

Seth makes a hissing sound sucking air in  between clenched teeth as his
hands go to my head, his fingers ruffling across  my very short hair.

Licking  the shaft of his absurdly hard boner, then sucking more of it into
my mouth,  then more. Seth goes, "Oooh, ooh, aaaah," his body getting stiff
as he leans  into me humping his hips and cum streams into my mouth with me
swallowing and  telling myself, 'Do not inhale!'  Another hump sends more
creamy goo  into my mouth and some of it drools out the right side of my
lips. It's thick  cum like maybe he hasn't had an orgasm for some time. His
body's relaxing now as  he gasps and takes a step back pulling his softening
cock from my mouth. He sort  of leans on the stool taking another deep breath,
than murmuring, "I'd die of  embarrassment if it were anyone but you, Dylan.

I know you won't humiliate me  for shooting off after mere seconds." I
quietly asks, "Aren't you and Jackie,  um, intimate?" He shakes his head, "Not
yet, but we talk about it a lot." I nod,  but resist giving any advice
because everyone's different. They'll do 'it' when  they're ready.

Moving  my tongue tasting Seth's semen, I'm trying to think what it taste
like, but  can't. There was a touch of flavor to it, unlike most guy's cum
I've tasted  which usually has a neutral taste. Just slimy or creamy without
any taste at  all. Cum is so cool though! When the color of Seth's blush is
reduced to pink, I  say, "Let's do the shampoo and haircut, then maybe you'll
want to try something  else even sexier. But only if you want to." He goes,
"Oh, I want to! Problem is  I might climax in ten seconds again." I run my
fingers through his thick silky  blond hair, saying, "Ten seconds, huh? I'd
like to see that." He chuckles, "You  mean, again? You just saw it a minute
ago." Hugging his shoulders, I mumble,  "That was twelve seconds." We both
force a laugh as we put our shorts back on,  and then I guide him to the half
bath where the chair's still backed-up to the  sink from yesterday. Doing a
haircut every day would be more than fine with me,  but that's not gonna
happen. I just might put a notice of free haircuts on the  message board at
the quad this fall and I'll leave my cellphone number. Maybe  I'll do that,
and maybe I won't.

As  happens with just about all the guys, we're both quiet during the
shampoo. Seth  appears very relaxed as I drag out the shampoo enjoying the
intimacy of it while  looking at Seth's face. He has the light blond scattered
whiskers and he's very  good looking. He'll be handsome way into adulthood, but
right now he still  retains some boyish cuteness. Not as much as when I
first met him, but we all  age as the beauty of youth drifts into something
less attractive. Nothing to be  done about that other than make the best of it.

Looking at Seth's taut torso I  remember the baby fat round his waist when
I first met him and wonder if he  purposely eliminated it by doing
exercises, or if it just sorted itself out on  its own. I'd ask him except I like the
quiet and the intimate atmosphere. My  fingers massaging his head while
sliding through the shampoo suds, and every  once in a while I add warm water
so the suds don't get cold. Finally I rinse out  the suds. It's been at least
ten minutes and stretching it out any longer might  begin feeling weird.

Drying  his hair vigorously with a towel, breaks the intimate mood and Seth
opens his  eyes, murmuring, "That's a very pleasurable experience, although
I don't think  I'd be comfortable with anyone else but you, Dylan." I say,
"Thanks, Seth, I  like doing it for you," and I hug around his head enjoying
the scent of his  clean hair. Then I turn on the noisy hairdryer with me
wondering why someone  doesn't come up with a quiet one. With his hair as dry
as it can be the  unevenness of Seth's hair is more obvious, He chopped off
more in some pleas  than others, but I don't say anything to him about that.

I'm like, "Okay, let's  go back to the basement." He gets out of the chair,
murmuring, "Thanks, Dylan."  When he sits on the barber stool I massage his
shoulders, asking, "How do you  want me to cut it?" He says, "A regular
haircut with a part on the side.  Jackie's got his tough guy look so I'll go
preppy to balance us out." I chuckle,  then comb through his hair planning how
best to attack it. Nice hair but its so  many different lengths now it's
kinda throwing me off a little.

Putting  a half inch guide on the clippers I use it on the sides and back
cutting off  hairs that range from an inch long to almost three inches long.

Then, using bare  clippers over a comb I taper the hair from the half inch
length to an inch  and a half on the sides and back of his head. Using
scissors and comb I begin  evening out the hairs on top cutting them all down to
about two inches. It's  already a preppy haircut with a part on the left
side, but there a bit of  scissor and comb blending still to do. Finally I use
the trimmer clippers to  edge around his ear and down the sides behind the
ears. Last thing is  tapering the hairline across the neck. And that's it. I
cut off a lot of hair  leaving a very neat regular preppy haircut. Patting
his back, I go, "There you  are, preppy Seth," and hand him the small mirror.

He looks and grins, "I look  younger." I say, "You look cute and handsome,
Seth." He blushes, mumbling,  "You're so nice, Dylan." Hugging his head I
give him a big kiss on the side of  his forehead, murmuring, "You smell good
too." His eyes get damp as he  quietly says, "I missed you, a lot." One more
kiss on the side of his forehead,  a quick one, and I go, "Let's have a
cigarette."

When  we're on the balcony Seth offers me a Marlboro red. We smoke as I
ask, "You  still want to get sexy?" He nods his head, "More than ever. Its way
sexy how you  shampooed and cut my hair. I wish I needed a haircut every
day." I grin, "Yeah,  that'd be cool." Seth exhales some smoke, asking, "Um,
what kind of sexy thing  should we do?" I'm like,  "Well, I'd really like
feeling your noodle up my  butt." He blushes, mumbling, "I'd like feeling my
noodle up your butt too."  Seth's never been comfortable saying the word,
'fuck', although he seems to like  doing it quite a lot the few times we've done
it. With me anyway. I don't  know if he's done it much with anyone else yet.

That load of cum he poured into  my mouth earlier was huge, like it's been
building up for a while. I've no idea  how often, but he must jerk off once
in a while; at least once in a while. Our  age most everybody jerks off, and
I assume in both sexes. I know it's true for  guys. Seth's running his
fingers through his hair, saying, "This feels good,  Dylan. I've been wearing a
hat feeling self-conscious about my hacked-up hair.  Jackie doesn't get his
hair cut as far as I know." I go,  "Huh."

"Does  Jackie go to college?" Shaking his head, Seth says, "Nah, he works
for that  Speedy Oil Change shop on Main Street. They do more than change
oil, but that's  all he does. That and inspections." I go, "Oh, he's a gear
head, huh?" Seth  says, "Yeah, he knows more about cars than most people care
to hear about. Three  nights a week he attends Auto Mechanic Tech school in
Attleboro. It's kind of  expensive, but once he gets certified, or whatever
it's called, he'll make a  good living as an auto mechanic." When Seth talks
about Jackie he kind of smiles  and I get the feeling he has more than
casual affection for the guy. Don't know  how much is returned to Seth, but
Jackie's nuts if he doesn't appreciate what he  has in Seth. I say, "I'd like to
meet Jackie. Maybe we could all hook-up. You,  Jackie, me and Robby." He
smiles, "I'd really like that!" I go, "So we'll do it.  I'll talk to Robby and
you talk to Jackie."

Seth  looks good with his new haircut. Hell, he looked good before his
haircut, so I  say, "Lets you and me wander inside and have some recreational
buddy-sex." He  nods his head, "I'd very much like to do that." Rubbing his
head,  I'm  like, "C'mon then," and he goes, "Don't mess my hair! This haircut
looks too  good to mess up." He's finger combing it back in place, so I
hand him my pocket  comb as we walk inside. It's the pocket comb Sammy gave me
after I gave him and  his four brother's free haircuts. I work cheap. When
Seth's combed his  hair, I ask him, "What's your favorite way to have sex?"

He shrugs as he starts  up with the blushing again, then quietly says, "The
few times I've done it  with you represents more than half the sex I've had
in my life." You know what  I'd like to do, I'd like to adopt Seth. I love
him like a brother, but I'm  going to be meeting Robby in an hour and a half
so I wouldn't mind if we didn't  fuck at all this afternoon. I can't imagine
disappointing Seth though and I  don't want him to think I'm in any way just
doing him a favor. What would be  ideal is if he and Jackie could get over
their shyness and hop in bed together  on a regular basis. Seth's even got
the apartment to do it in, such as it  is.

I  get my arm around the back of his neck giving him a sideways hug,
saying, "We  don't have to do this now ya know. We've got the rest of the summer."

He bites  his lip and does a silly chuckle, takes a deep breath and,
without looking at  me, mumbles, "Oh, I don't know. Um, I think I'd really like to
if you want to."  Pulling him around face to face, "Of course I want to, so
let's do it." He  mutters, "I'm such a feeb." Well I am getting just a tiny
bit frustrated by now,  so I mumble, "Only about sex. You're awesome about
everything else. Let's use my  bedroom." Walking inside I ask, "You're not
nervous, are you?" He says, "No, not  at all. Not with you I'm not." In my
bedroom I lock the door just to be sure  Chubby doesn't surprise me by getting
back from the dentist early. Pulling my  shirt over my head, I ask, "Should
we get naked?" I'm trying to get him more  involved. He says, "Okay," and
drops his shorts, then steps out of his  underwear. I glance at his regular
looking five inch penis, nice roundish  scrotum, and regular patch of pubic
hair that's a dark blond color. He  seems comfortable being naked, as he
tells me, "It's not that I haven't had sex  since I had it with you. There was
the guy I emailed you about. I met him doing  finals for my online course." I
go, "Uh huh."

As  I kick off my underwear, I ask, "How'd you two decide to get together?"

Seth  laughs, "He came on to me, naturally. I haven't ever had the balls to
instigate  anything sexual with anyone." Walking up to him I rub my hands
over his  shoulders and down his arms, asking, "Did you ever do it with a
girl?" He goes,  "Almost. There was this girl, Arlene Dobson. She worked, well
she still works at  the convenience store near my apartment and we'd said
'hi' every time I went in  the store, which was often. One day she came right
out and asked me to go to a  party with her. She didn't even know my name.

This is before I knew you, before  Rob hired me. I don't know why I told her
I'd be happy to go to the party with  her, but I did. Later I was pissed-off
at myself for doing that, but I said I'd  go with her and couldn't go back
on my word." I pull him against me gently,  chest to chest and rub up and
down his back, "What happened then?" He says, "It  was maybe the most awkward
situation I've ever been in. At the party we danced a  little until a fight
broke out between a guy and girl. That was really nasty. I  drank about ten
vodka and tonics, then she took me into a bedroom with twin  beds, and
another couple was on the other bed." I'm chuckling, "Sounds  delightful."

He  snorts, "It was awful. She stripped off her top and pulled down her
shorts.  She had this huge thick patch of pubic hairs, but no dick!" We laugh,
"Yeah,  Seth, I've heard girls lack penises." He's laughing, leaning against
me, his  chin on my shoulder, hugging me around the waist pressing his dick
against mine.  He says, "She was kissing me and running her fingers through
my hair. Doing  everything in a desperate manner. Sticking her tongue in my
ear, rubbing her  body against me. It was so gross, but I somehow got my
dick out only  to find it had shrunk instead of getting hard. My little dick
was retreating  inside me. Guess it was scared... I was so turned off." Poor
guy. I rub the side  of my face against his curly whiskers, murmuring,
"Sounds like the two of  you were made for each other." He chuckles, "Luckily the
guy from the couple who  were fighting came in the bedroom screaming his
ass off that this was his room  and everybody had to get the fuck out! Heh
heh, I was so relieved I almost  cried. Arlene wanted us to go outside and do
it in my car, but luckily on the  way to the car I threw up all over the
sidewalk. I thought my nuts were coming  up with everything else. I drove her
home and from that day to this I need to  walk four blocks out of my way to
use another convenience store." I say, "A  charming story. I like when there's
a happy ending."

His  body feels good. Most young guys' body feels good. While rubbing my
hands over  Seth buttocks and squeezing them a little I feel his cock firm up.

He has it  pressed against my dick, that's a bit firmed-up itself. Seth's
story is over and  instead of talking he's begins breathing deeply and
hugging around the back of  my neck, whispering in my ear, "I still love you,
Dylan." Rubbing my hand up the  back of his head, my fingers in his clean blond
hair, I murmur, "Right back at  you, Seth," and he goes, "You know what I
mean." I give him a tight hug, then  move my head back so I'm face to face
with him and we do a long sexy kiss with  my tongue sliding on his, then I lick
his lips and his eyes close as a quiet  moan of arousal slips out of his
throat. Seth gets sexually aroused easier and  quicker than anyone I can think
of. He's a very sexual person, like me,  only he has very few outlets for
his sexual desires. That's odd too. I mean, at  seventeen he wasn't shy about
telling people he was gay, and he had a boyfriend,  which got him kicked
out of his house. How much sex they had I don't know, but  it seems Seth
peeked at seventeen and got shyer as he got  older.

Whatever,  he couldn't be more invested in our foreplay now that it's
started. I'd suck his  cock except I'm afraid he'd climax again, and now I'd
really like to feel his  boner in my ass. Another kiss as I get a hand between
us and take his boner in  my fist for a few strokes that make him lean
against me harder and somehow move  his entire body against mine. He gasps into my
mouth which ends the kiss, so I  walk us to my bed and sort of pull Seth
over onto it with me. Laying on my  stomach, pushing my ass up, I'm looking
back at Seth. He nods, his eyes  bright as he gets behind me on his knees, his
boner sticking straight out from  his pubes. Taking his boner in his hand
he pushes the head against my asshole. A  long drool of precum drips off and
wets the inside of my right thigh as Seth,  with no hesitation, humps his
cock past my sphincter muscle. Gasping, his head  goes back as he moans, Ummm,
ooh!" He grips my hips seemingly confident about  things. In a whisper, "I
didn't hurt you, did I, Dylan?" I look back and shake  my head 'no', saying,
"It feels good. Why are you whispering?" This big grin  comes across his
face as he says, "Someone told me it was sexy to whisper when  having sex." I
whisper, "Oh, okay."

Seth's  up on his knees, the head of his cock snugly past my sphincter
muscle  feeling just right, and Seth's looking good. He grips my hips tighter
and  steadily pushes the last four inches of his boner up my ass until he's
leaning  against and compressing my butt cheeks. He goes, "Mmmmm, ooooh, this
feels  good." My back is arching a little with me holding my breath waiting
for my  rectum to loosen up a bit. It hurt initially, but the last thing I'd
do is  tell him that. I know the hurt will fade fast and it does too. Now a
glowing  sensation begins spreading around my rectum that's feeling so
nicely filled up  but without stretching anything too much. Feels good and I'm
happy for Seth  too. He whispers, "I feel like I'm going to cum," making us
both laugh. Then he  withdraws slowly, and slides it tightly right back up
inside me as we both moan,  "Aaaah, aaah." With his tight grip on my hips he
does a number of surprisingly  hard thrusts, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,"

before groaning and  leaning against my butt cheeks again, "Ummm, oooh,"

from Seth, "Feels so  good, ooh, mmm." He takes some deep breaths as I stroke
my cock. It's hard, but  not nearly as hard as it can get.

After  a couple of deep breaths, Seth says quietly, "I almost shot off for
real that  time. That's why I'm waiting a minute." It's not actually a
minute. More like  fifteen seconds and then he begins a rather hard fast fucking
that gets me  moaning with pleasure. I'm pretty sure Seth is more concerned
about how his cock  feels than how I'm feeling  and that's fine. My prostate
is in full  bloom sending sexual pleasure all over my body, but the
sharpest sensations are  inside me and all around my groin. Two, three minutes and
I'm beginning to think  I'm gonna cum first because Seth's boner is doing a
hellava job stimulating my  anus and squeezing over my prostate gland in a
most pleasurable way. Another  minute of thrusting steadily and then the
whining sounds from Seth  indicate impending blast off and his thrusting gets
wilder which gets me moaning  and humping my ass back into his thrust and we
both do  a similar squeal as our bodies get stiff and then, "Aaaaaah,' with
his  stream of cum streaking against the walls of my bowels as my orgasm's
streaking  out of me wetting my stomach and reaching my chest. Another hard
hip hump and  another steak of cum shoots out as I gasp at the sexual pleasure
of it all, then  savor the after effects of climax that still zip around my
pelvic area making my  shoulders do their familiar shudder. I go, "Ooooh,"

as my body relaxes. Nice  feeling as Seth pulls his cock out and stumbles
backwards off the bed while  stroking on his sloppy dick.

I  stroke my own a few times before letting it go and lay flat on the bed
with my own cum squishing under me. The thought flies through my head, Don't
 forget to change the sheets, dummy!  Robby and I could very well be in
this very bed in an hour or so. That thought gives me a twinge of a guilty
conscience, but it passes. I had to help Seth, right? He moans, "Oh man, that
was so good. The best orgasm I've had in like, I don't how long. It was so
good!" I'm looking back at him standing there naked while grinning his cute
 grin. Such a good guy! My orgasm wasn't especially noteworthy, but the
worst orgasm I ever had was spectacular  This one was far from the  worst, but
not close to the best. This was all about my buddy Seth though. He's
happy, so I'm happy. I hop off the bed, saying, "Lets clean up in the bathroom."

We do that with Seth asking for reassurance that it was good for me too. I
tell  him it was awesome sex. "Just about all sex is awesome, Seth. It's
more special  when it's with someone I love as a friend. Like you, mister
preppy." He looks at  himself in the mirror, "Jackie's gonna shit when he sees
his preppy boyfriend.  I'm texting him and sending a picture of the new preppy
me." He seems so  happy.

We  get dressed and go out on the balcony for an after-sex cigarette and a
Coke. I  text Chubby and he texts back saying he just left Yang Ming's.

He'll be home in  fifteen minutes. I ask Seth, "You ready for some Chinese
food?" He grins,  sounding confident, "I'm ready for anything now, Dylan, and
thank you very  much." I mess up his hair again and he fakes being pissed off.

Then borrows  my comb and goes inside to look in a mirror fixing his hair to
its preppiest.  Nice hour and a half with Seth. We left work at four-thirty
or so and now it's  coming up on six-thirty. Considering the amount of
pleasure sex brings, you'd  think it would take longer. One of these days I'm
going to do dock-cocks with  Seth just to see the expression on his face when
he climaxes.

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