Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 07:21:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 10          by Donny Mumford

      ****************DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 10 *********************

				Chapter One


On the way home there was a lot of summer traffic hampering our progress.
What should have taken seven hours, took close to nine... the three of us
were grumpy by the time we finally arrived in front of our condo at
nine-thirty Saturday night.  We'd eaten dinner at a joint off route 84E
that might be the worst restaurant in three or four states.  Terrible
service and worse food.  Mom and Tris tried to be perky, but even they
couldn't pull it off.  It's like Chubby said the day we were leaving for
vacation, "Ya gotta be really well rested and in wicked good health to
survive vacation, they kill ya... they're exhausting."  Chubby had his own
nightmare experience yesterday, taking the bus home.  That took twelve
hours and then he had to put up with Ricky, and whatever that entails... so
none of us has had an easy time getting back to the real world. However, a
good night's sleep and I'll bet we'll reflect back on our past two weeks in
Wildwood as awesome.  Then, Sunday for recuperating and getting ready for
work on Monday.  It really was a great vacation... the Moms hooked-up with
a couple of cool guys the second day there and the four of them got along
nicely the entire two weeks. Chubby was forced to return for Saturday work,
but he still had a great time over-all, and then there's me who had a
fabulous time... better then all the rest. That's what I think anyway.

Part of my fabulous time is the little matter of me falling in love with
Willie during our crazy weekend in Sea Isle City.  It was a rocky ride,
that weekend, but we survived it and then some.  The sex was awesome and
our adventures were exciting, scary, fun... and we also had some brand new
experiences that were deliciously goofy too. I guess Willie accomplished
his major goal for the weekend, he got me to admit that he's dominant in
our relationship.  That sounds so much more ominous than it actually is.
Dominance comes into play about one percent of the time. The rest of the
time it's fifty/fifty, or more likely, sixty/forty in my favor, because
Willie is a softy and I get my way a lot.  What can I say, I love him. He's
kooky alright, also a totally original thinker where gay dating is
concerned... and, as I found out, he's not afraid to get a little tough
when he thinks he needs to.  There aren't many boyfriends who are as
attentive, as generous, as interesting, as funny... or who are as cute, or
more loving, or as good at making-out, or as good at sex as my boyfriend
Willie Worthington. I think I did pretty well for myself with him. Willie
is my first boyfriend and he wants us to make it a long term relationship.
To that end, he says boyfriends need to talk with each other every day and
so I'm to call him daily on his cell phone.  That's turned out to be
something I look forward to. He's so funny, and not always on purpose
either.  I like hearing his voice to start with... real boyish and excited
sounding.  I can't feel "down" for long when I'm listening to Willie with
his high energy level.  I love all the corny, mushy stuff he tells me
too... it helps me see myself in a positive light, gives me self
confidence.

I've called him everyday since he left Sea Isle City and we talk for a
half-hour at least.  Actually, Willie does most of the talking, I answer
his questions and then he's back to telling me stuff.  He never runs out of
things to talk about and I wonder sometimes if he memorizes stuff for our
phone conversations like he does for our dinner conversation. There isn't
any special time to call, I can call anytime I want, but I do need to call
every day.  Willie's made that quite clear and it's no big thing really,
except Chubby got a little irritated a couple of times.  He couldn't
understand what Willie and I have to talk so much about.  I told him a few
of the funny things Willie says or some of the sports talk we have, but
Chubby says "That still only adds up to about five fucking minutes. You're
on the phone with him an hour a day... it's like you're two fourteen year
old girls for Christ sake!".  I go, "We're not on the phone an hour."
Chubby waves his hand at me as if to say... forget it! and we talk about
something else. After the second time Chubby complained I began calling
Willie when I was alone.... like when I'd go for coffees on the boardwalk,
or when I'd go early to the boardwalk to gawk at the boys jogging in
unison, or for a walk up the beach. One of the things Willie and me talked
about is going to Maine... you know, as guests of Carl and Larry.  Willie's
worried about the punishment Larry will give him because of his extreme
flattop haircut... it's really been on Willie's mind.  For the last two
years Larry has insisted Willie have long hair because Larry likes to grab
a fistful of it when he wants to get Willie's attention, or when he's
fucking him and so forth... it's convenient to grab hold of.  He can't grab
hold of the extreme flattop, no way! I listened to all Willie's concerns
for two days and then I timidly said, "I know you're going to be mad at me,
Willie, but I can't go to Maine. I need to work, I can't get off."  Willie
began the discussion by stating, "I'm not going to be mad at you Dylan
because you are going. Not going isn't an option."  The argument went on
from there and lasted for a few days.

We'd argue about it for a while and Willie would say, "Enough. You're
going, and that's that."  So, I'd change the subject, but without giving
in.  Finally, he had to give in... he was forced to believe that I'd tried
my best, but couldn't get my Mom's permission to go.  The reason
being... the money I earned was needed to help pay the rent.  I told him
that sorry-ass story and others like that. Another tale was... I'd be fired
if I took anymore time off... blah, blah, blah... in other words I
continued my role as a pathological liar.  In the end, Willie was silent
for thirty seconds, and finally said, "OK then, you aren't going. It pisses
me off and I'm wicked disappointed in you.  It also means you owe me a
really big "something" to make up for this disappointment...  I don't know
what it will be yet, but you owe me.  OK?"  I said, "Sure Willie, we're a
team, dude.  You and me. Remember, I'm the one who's always talking about
compromising.  You gave in on the Maine trip and now it's my turn...  I'll
need to do something to make up for not going. Fair enough."  I was really
relieved to get that cleared up. Fact is, I could get a Saturday off to
spend in Maine, but I don't want to. I have very little interest in Carl,
and zero interest in Larry... why do I need those two? I have my boyfriend
Willie who does better sex on me then either of them. Plus, that stupid
discipline and dominance crap for two days... forget about it! This is
another example of Willie giving in to me, I mean what choice did he have
when you get right down to it, but he did admit defeat.  I was worried a
little that he might pull one of those "I'm going to dump you"
threats... then I might need to reconsider, but he never resorted to that.
Willie pulled that "dump me" threat once in Sea Isle City and it did work
that time... that's sort of what got me to acknowledge that he was the
dominant figure in our relationship. Since then it's been compromise,
compromise, compromise.  So, I respect that, and as a consequence, once in
awhile I'll do one of those "would it be OK with you, Willie, if I
do______?" fill in the blank. That makes Willie feel like he actually is
"in charge" because, you know, I kind of asked permission to do some silly
innocuous thing. Little things like that make him happy enough to allow his
ego to give in on something that really matters to me... like the Maine
thing.  I was proud my plan was working.

It's not like I'm being sneaky just to be sneaky, I'm doing all I can to
slowly, slowly, slowly, show Willie, in tiny baby-steps, that we don't need
the "dominant concept" in our love affair, we simply don't need it. He'll
come to see that in time, and in the meantime I'm in love with him and
looking forward to our Tuesday night date which he says is going to be some
kind of block party in the Cambridge gayborhood that he hangs out in.  They
block off the street and have a party... it should be fun to be with all
those friendly gay guys.  There'll be some lesbians and straights there
too, but mostly young gay guys.  What could be better!  Willie continues to
introduce me to gay guys, of all different ages too... it's how I'm
learning the gay life style.  I love being in it, but I couldn't do it
without my boyfriend. He makes it fun so I don't care if he insist on
playing the "guy's" role at times while he has me playing the "girl's"
role... you know, like it might be in Willie's unique concept of dating
from some sort of nineteen-fifties black and white movie...  the girl has a
long skirt with bobby socks on and the boy, who's holding her hand, has a
flattop haircut and a bow tie and white shirt, or some such shit like that,
real corny. It's a riot, it doesn't bother me, and like I said, it's a
game, it's fun. Well, it's fun with that Cambridge guys, it wouldn't be fun
at the Mall where I know straight kids from high school... that wouldn't
do. See what I mean? There's a time and a place.

Those are some of the things I contemplated about during the long ride
home.  Another thing was the extent to which Chubby and I had come together
in an intimate way during vacation.  It was probably the sleeping together
in each other's arms that loosened Chubby up, and it also helped that we'd
been exposed to the Dickers brother's doing their quick kiss on the lips
together, but even more than those two things, showering together was the
real catalyst to intimacy... the hugging under the shower spray and the
exaggerated way of jerking each other off.  There's also the little kisses
on the side of the head and finally the kiss on the lips in the shower that
I instigated our last night together.  We even had tender moments together
without hardly touching, when we were just talking... Chubby maybe
squeezing my hand quickly or I'd squeeze the back of his neck. Stuff like
that.  All our lives we've been intimate to a degree and that eventually
developed into things like the leg shaving and his humping of my leg while
watching TV together, as well as, other thing like me allowing him to do
his foot fetish on my feet and things like that. But, even so, I've never
felt this close to Chubby before. I've always loved him like a brother, but
lately it's been different.  It all stems back to my acceptance of my gay
nature... and from there, the way that acceptance is leading Chubby and me,
and maybe Robbie and me, closer and closer together... it's fascinating. Me
and Chubby or me and Robbie... be still my heart! Is that from Shakespeare?

Riding in the back of the Volvo with my ipod headphones in my ears,
listening to CD after CD, watching the world go by, and thinking those
thoughts when, all of a sudden, my mind does a sharp u-turn and I begin
remembering Chubby's bowlegged walk. The incident from last Sunday... the
odd walk allegedly caused by a pulled muscle in his buttock.  I don't know
for sure what happened, but I 'think' I know.  I walked like that myself a
couple of times.  Chubby had the entire twelve hour bus ride back from
Framingham to think about what had happened to him... what had actually
caused the bowlegged walking and the groans of discomfort.  That might have
been a very bad ride, or maybe it was twelve hours of good thoughts like
the thoughts I had after Carl had fucked me a couple of times in the same
afternoon.  I walked bowlegged after that, but I had good thoughts about
the long second fucks he did on me... many of Carl's long second fucks had
my ass so strained and sore it was difficult to walk, but the memory of how
hot it had been, the climaxes I'd had, made it all seem worthwhile.  That
was early in my gay days, and the sex was a new thrill, one that beat all
other thrills for me.  I can think of quite a few unflattering things about
fat Carl, but I need to admit he fucked me super fine. So, maybe Ricky, and
whoever else, is fucking Chubby super fine too, maybe I'm wasting my time
feeling sorry for him. That doesn't actually seem right in Chubby's case
though, he was grumpy and moody as hell when he got back from Framingham
last Sunday... he didn't seem to be basking in how hot the sex was. That
situation is also complicating something I was going to do.  I really want
to tell Chubby I'm gay, but that's become a complicated thing now because,
what if Chubby is actually taking it up his ass and hating it so
much... then I tell him I'm gay, maybe he'll transfer some of that hate of
Ricky fucking him towards me somehow. Life is complicated!

It was getting dark as we approached the Mass Pike... yeah! finally back in
Massachusetts... I needed to think of some positive things again.  OK,
here's something... now I've got two friends who will do anything for me,
not only Chubby, but also Willie. They'll both be there for me no matter
what and that's something to feel good about.  Also, Robbie is a good
friend and so is that unpredictable Dodger. So, these are positive
thoughts. Friends are awesome! They make you feel special and I haven't
felt special for a lot of my life... well, except when Chubby tells me what
a great best friend to him I am.  That has always been very, very special,
but "best friend" and "boyfriend/lover" are very different concepts.. so,
to finally have both is even more special. And now that I've mentioned
Robbie, the massages that will take start back up on Monday morning is a
hot thought, something else positive to think about... how cool are those
hot massages!  I've really missed them, and I've missed Robbie as well, so
I have that to look forward to.  During the entire nine hour ride whenever
the negative thoughts of Joel or Jake popped into my head I simply refused
to dwell on them... ditto, the Marine.  I put them off limits for the whole
endless ride.

It wasn't actually endless though because, finally, here we were... outside
our condo.  I did my share of the unloading and then did Chubby's share
too.  I'd promised him to do all the unloading because the Moms did all the
driving. They were grateful for not needing to help, didn't even argue
about it... just, "Thank you, Dylan, honey.  That's so sweet of you".  They
went in and had a gin and tonic while I sweated with the unloading. After
that I took a shower while entertaining thoughts of staying awake until
Chubby got home.  No way for me to know what time he'd be here, but I'll
try to stay up as late as possible.  Out of the shower, I turned on MTV in
the basement family room and then called Willie on my cell phone.  He was
at a pool party that one of his Prep school friends was throwing.  I could
hear all the chatter in the background as well as music and, over top of
everything, yelling and water splashing as people jumped in the pool.
Willie was very upbeat, after he described the pool-party scene he gushed,
"I wish you were here with me, Dylan. We could dance and swim and make-out
and I'd have you cuming in your pants again, and we'd have the greatest
time!" He went on talking dirty for a bit, but then he got sentimental and
said I'd ruined him for other boys because now when he ogles them, he
compares them to me, and he loses interest in them because they're not hot
enough.  I said, "Oh, tell me more".  It wasn't a gay party, mostly
straights actually, but he never thinks about that one way or another, he
was just jabbering away like he loves to do. I could hear kids coming up to
him and talking to him, asking him who he's talking to or asking him to
tell so and so the joke about this or that.  It occurred to me that Willie
is popular, in his own way, at Prep school. And that brought back all the
questions about why he let Larry dominant him so.

I was on the phone with him for over an hour.  He introduced me as his
boyfriend to a couple of kids he called his "special straight friends" and
they took the phone, one by one, to say "wassup?" and stuff like that.  It
reminded me that Willie was totally "Out" about being gay... he seemed
relaxed about everything and I admired him so much for all that.  We said
goodbye only when his cell started loosing power and for the first time I
said this, and really meant it, "I love you, Willie. Can't wait till
Tuesday."  He said, "It won't be long, baby.  You know I love you.  Call me
tomorrow, OK?" and his line was static filled at the end, but we heard each
other fine.  I felt so excited about finally telling Willie I loved him,
telling him, "I'm in love with you". It was a very nice conversation and
I'd been casually playing with my penis the entire time and when, at the
end, I got emotional and told him I loved him, my cock grew so hard, so
fast, I had trouble catching my breath.  After saying goodbye, I
stiff-legged into the half bath and masturbated, taking deep breaths,
thinking about Willie fucking me.  My foreskin was really flying back and
forth over the wet head of my boner. I stared at it thinking how nice it
looked and then I thought about Willie and me having boners together in the
shower and how much longer his looked then mine and how all seven-plus
inches of his would be pushed up my asshole and how Willie would fuck me in
all our favorite different positions. Closing my eyes and seeing his cute
face with the freckles at the bridge of his nose and his beautiful smile I
thought about how fantastic it was to be fucked by someone who loves me and
I got hotter and hotter, my hand a blur on my boner as I mummured,
"Willie... I love you Willie".  I squirmed back up against the sink with
points of light flashing behind my eyes, then moaning, "It feels so good"
humping my crotch time after time until I was squealing to myself in that
little half bath, saying Willie's name, smelling his smell, remembering how
rough he is sometimes when he's fucking me.... oh god, this feels sooooo
good, and then that spectacular overwhelming feeling in my groin and the
head of my cock, I bit my bottom lip and... Oh my God, did I ever shoot out
a load of cum! it was a hard stream of creamy teen cum splattering against
the door. I hadn't wacked off for almost two days, what with Willie gone
and Chubby in Framingham. Damn! That felt so good!  Jesus, I kept squeezing
my boner tightly and my nuts pushed up a little more cum and a little more
after that... it all had me gasping for air and then, there it was...  that
great after climax lull where everything was so fine. Awesome, but I still
wished Willie were here with me.

Back in the recliner after cleaning up... I felt dizzy and real tired, but
I also had a satisfied feeling.  It was a good climax and of late I've been
associating all the really hot sexual feelings I've had to Willie as the
reason my jerking-off climaxes have been so excellent. Actually, gay sex
and Willie, in my eyes, have become pretty much one and the same.  But, no
matter how nice my thoughts were, my eyes wouldn't stay open for me to
contemplate them for very long, I was too tired. Later, with a stiff neck I
opened one eye and saw the time on the TV... one o'clock in the morning.
My first thought upon waking wasn't about gay sex and Willie... it was
about Chubby. Is he home yet? Is he walking bowlegged like last Sunday?  Is
he pissed-off and grumpy. I crept up the stairs... all was eerily silent
and dark. Looking out the front window, and there was that piece-of-shit
SUV of Ricky's at the curb...  exhaust coming out of it's tailpipe.  Am I
imagining this or is that fucking car rocking slightly? I was crazy thirsty
which I think is what woke me... I needed something to drink badly so I
crept back into the kitchen, open the refrigerator and grabbed an ice cold
can of coke. Drinking it while at the window again, spying on that
SUV. Five minutes and I'm done the coke, ten minutes and I've got to pee
badly. I don't want to miss Chubby getting out of the van so I try holding
it in. Damn! Fifteen minutes and I'm gonna pee my boxers so I hurry to my
bathroom and pee as fast as I can, but pee can take awhile, and it won't be
rushed. With pee drips staining the front of my boxers I scurry back toward
the window hearing a car door slam before I pulled the certain back, and
then I see Chubby waving goodbye to, I guess, Rickie.

Chubby doesn't seem upset, I see his white teeth shining in the street
light, he's smiling. What the hell?  Running back to my bedroom I grab a
pair of basketball shorts and my Marlboro Lights and get ready to act
casual, like I couldn't sleep and was just stepping outside for a
smoke. Pulling on the shorts, I open my front door and as soon as I step
out Chubby says, "Dylan! Hi! What luck!" I go, "Oh, Chubby dude. You can't
be just getting home, can you?" He was in a great mood and after taking my
offer of a cigarette and lighting it, he explains he'd just finished
straightening out everything with Rickie and things should be better now,
going forward.  "Oh yeah, what things?" I asked. Chubby goes, "Technical
window washing matters" and I casually say, "Ah, Chubby... there isn't
anything "technical" about washing a window".  Chubby says, "How come we're
not sharing a cigarette like we always do?"  I go, "I don't know".

	   ************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 10 *************

				Chapter two


Looking each other in the eyes and then, at the same instant, blowing
exhaled smoke in each other's face while smirking at one another... just
glad to be together again, goofing around. Then I took a chance of pissing
him off by repeating my question, "What things, exactly, did you and Rickie
straighten out?" Chubby didn't get mad, instead he told me there were
technique adjustments necessary considering the length of time in between
washings, or if screens are left on the windows year round, or when there
are trees near the house, etc.  These things dictate when and what is used
to get a professionally clean window, Rickie and he had a difference of
opinion about such matters... and about other things too, but he wasn't
going to try to train me as a window washer tonight. He said even more
importantly he had come to an understanding that he, Chubby, was simply
going to do certain things that in the past he resisted doing.  Chubby
mentioned he needed to accept doing everything Rickie's way... that's what
it came down to. Also, Chubby hadn't been respecting Rickie and Rickie's
position as the boss of their work crew. Chubby had finally agreed to do
exactly what Rickie wanted, the way Rickie wanted it.  "In other words,
Dylan, I stopped being a jackass and accepted that Rickie is in charge of
me.  We had a long talk in the SUV tonight right outside the condo here.
It was kinda difficult at first for me to look up to him and accept his
criticism because Rickie and I are the same age, we're classmates... but
fuck, he's my boss and I've got to do what he tells me .  I admitted to
Rickie that he was right, and I was wrong."  Chubby took a drag off his
cigarette looking over to see if I had anything to say to any of this.  I
had nothing to say... I can't think of stuff on the spot. Later tonight
I'll think, "Damn, I should have said this or that..."  So, nothing I could
think to say, but I did think this in my head, "Chubby's entire explanation
sounded like a convoluted bunch of double-talk.  Which is another way of
saying...  a crock of shit." Sure, there was some truth in there somewhere,
but most of it was the rationalized BS I'm so familiar with from Chubby.

I was standing in front of him with a puzzled frown on my face, Chubby took
a deep breath and quietly said, almost whining, almost desperate that I
approve, "Hell Dylan, I had to admit to myself that Rickie's tough approach
to me kind of broke my resistance down... he was gonna fire me at one point
so I just totally let loose of my ego and said... Please don't Rickie.
I'll do everything you want, the way you want it done. I just gave in to
him, Dylan, and I feel much better for it too, better then I've felt in a
month.  I'm relieved. It's one of those things where I was making it harder
on myself than it had to be...and harder on everyone else too. What the
fuck was the point of trying to fight city hall, so ta speak.  Rickie has
what I need, that ten dollar and fifty cent an hour job. There aren't too
many jobs like that around for us kids, ya know? Just give in to the
inevitable is what I decided. Rickie says I'll still need to do some
make-up, er... ya know, extra stuff to make-up for my past defiances, but
after that, if I do what I'm told, it should work out better for everyone
and I get to keep my job." Chubby did an ironic chuckle and added, "What
the fuck, I always ended up doing what I didn't want to do anyway, so now
I'll just avoid the extra, er, stuff I got for disobeying. Ya know?"  No, I
didn't know, but I wasn't going to say that right now.  Instead I was
thinking, this is weird... Chubby doesn't like authority figures, so him
making one out of Rickie is hard to figure out...  and again, there's the
fact that Chubby is the fucking king of rationalization so I don't know
what's bullshit and what's the truth. Did he finally just accept that he
needs to do what his boss tell him, or is this all about some kind of
forced gay sex, is it more about the gay sex then it's about window washing
techniques ... or, is it something else all together?

Chubby flicked his cigarette butt high off the telephone pole across the
street and I followed with a flick of my butt that went off the side of
Chubby's cargo shorts.  Without comment, he adroitly flicked it into the
gutter with the toe of his sneaker.  I said, "If you don't mind me asking,
what are these, so called, "make up" penalty things you need to do, the
penalties for defying Rickie?"  Chubby goes, "Oh no Dylan, you're not going
to spoil my positive outlook by trying to find fault with Rickie's methods.
I'm on board with Rickie one hundred percent now, I can handle it just as I
have in the past and I gave him my word so that's, that... save the
cynicism for another topic.  I'm good, dude! I'm looking at things more
positively for once, and I simply don't want to get into any particulars
with you ... that wouldn't serve any purpose. I can handle what I need to
do, and that's all you need to know."  I hugged him around the neck and
pulled his head next to mine to say, "It sounds kind of awful Chubby, I'm
worried about you."  He goes, "No need to worry, I can handle this, and
guess what... Ricky told me if I keep up this new, positive attitude, he'll
keep me on part time when school starts up.  That's important to you and me
because we'll need to finance the car we buy, and that means monthly
payments... and don't forget the price of gas too. Me keeping this job
part-time during the school year goes a long way toward making all that
possible. And, here's something you need to consider. There are always
openings at the start of a school year for bag boys at Super Stop and
Shop. Get your application in now and you can help with the payments
too. Ya can't cut grass in the winter."  Chubby was upbeat and excited for
once so what would be the point of questioning him further. Whatever is
between Chubby and Rickie is staying between Chubby and Rickie... for now.
I told Chubby I'd fill-out an application at Stop and Shop this very week.

Chubby was tired so he headed for the door saying, "This was a good thing
tonight, between me and Rickie.  I had to swallow a lot of pride, but I did
the right thing... I'm sure I did. Hell, next year at this time we'll be
getting ready to start college, window washing will be left to that
pric... I mean, to my boss, Rickie.  You and me will be off to college.
So, it's only for the next year at the most that I'll need to do it for
him... you know, wash windows."  I thought, "More rationalization... he
sounds like he's trying to convince himself, more then me."  I didn't say
that to him though.  Instead I changed the subject and said, "Chub, it's
still vacation ya know. We should do our Wildwood sleeping-together routine
one last time, to say farewell to this great vacation." Chubby stopped in
his tracks and turns around slowly, then takes a deep breath and says, real
seriously, "Dylan, that's another thing I promised myself I'd take care of
and I might as well do it now.  I was thinking about this on the bus
Friday. I've led you down a shaky path with all our goofing around
stuff... showering together and, you know... the other stuff. It's my fault
for encouraging you to do that stuff.  I've always been the touch/feely kid
and you have always been reluctant go along with it, but you do it for me.
You're the best friend ever and that's what I want us to always be, best
friends...  my encouraging you with our pretend homo stuff just isn't fair
to you.  It's a fun goofy thing for me, but it's not right because you're
too sincere, always trying to make me happy, which is nice, but ya take the
stuff too seriously.  I could cry sometimes the way you do things for
me... you really think too highly of me Dylan, you really do. Hey man, I'm
so far from perfect it's pathetic.  Fuck, I'll warp your pure mind if you
let me, Dylan. We're almost in our senior year of High School, it's past
time to put that kiddie play away.  Believe me, you do not want to get
involved in any serious homo shit.  Take my word for that. OK?  We'll still
do our shaving until school starts, but that's it. And, no sleeping
together like we did when we were nine years olds, hugging each other and
all."  He laughed, ran the palm of his hand over my head and added, "We'll
always be the best friends ever. Hey, your hair is growing in a little,
almost feels soft again... that's good.  Dude, I need some sleep, bad!  We
can talk about this in the morning, if you want.  Here, give me one of our
world famous goodnight hugs."

In shock, I said nothing... we hugged and he went up the steps to his
condo.  I walked into mine like I was in a trance. Where did all that come
from?  How did we get from that kiss on the lips in the shower Thursday all
the way back down to almost nothing. Chubby wants to go back to just the
shaving, and that only till school starts. Christ, we were doing occasional
mutual jerk offs even before Wildwood and now we've regressed our level of
intimacy back to pre, pre, Wildwood days.  That's just fucking great! Shit!
The sleeping together, I knew that was temporary.  We haven't done hardly
any of that for three or four years now.  It's just because we had only the
one bed in our room in Wildwood that we got to sleep together.  Oh fuck,
this is how things tend to go with me... when too many things are going
right, something just has to go wrong. There's some natural law that
prevents me from being too happy. Thank God I got Willie.  I wonder if it
could be that Chubby thinks... since he's become Rickie's "boy" now, which
makes him feel like shit, and so he feels he needs to build-up his self
image a little by saving me from debauchery.  Oh brother, what a theory
that is.  Truth is I don't have enough experience to guess what might be
going on.  I don't think it's pretty though, whatever it is.

Taking off my shorts, I brushed my teeth again and crawled into bed.  I'd
already had three hours sleep earlier tonight so I lay there awhile trying
to sort it out and came up with some more theories, but what good are they?
Maybe I'll find out more tomorrow, but I'll bet ya that tomorrow Chubby
isn't going to want to talk about any of this.  His deal with Rickie,
whatever the fuck it is, will have "sunk in" by tomorrow and Chubby
probably will be less than pleased about what he had to agree to. The hell
with it for now though.  Instead, I thought about Willie and starting at
the top of his silly flattop haircut I visualized him inch by inch, down
his head and then down his slim body.  I remember visualizing his belly
button last, so I must have fallen asleep about then... probably grinning.
Willie is so cool.

Next morning I was the first one up.  I did my bathroom duties and then
snuck up to Chubby's.  Got the key from under the doormat, no one would
think to look there for it, heh heh... opened their door and crept into
Chubby's room.  There he was, looking like he was thirteen years old.  The
side of his cute face resting on his hands which he had in the prayer
position, his slim body in the fetal position under just a sheet... the
thin summer blanket in a ball at the foot of his bed.  Deep, steady
breathing.  I leaned over him to enjoy the sexy odor raising with the heat
from his body.  I wanted to kiss his forehead like you might do to a
sleeping child, but I didn't.  I went to the other side of the bed and
crawled under the covers just like I'd done two weeks ago.  I had to hold
my breath because it excited me to be next to him again like this.  We'd
had the best part of two weeks in Wildwood sleeping together... I missed it
so much. Not daring to touch him this time because of last night's lecture,
my goal was to get myself as close to his body, without actually touching
him, but still sharing his pillow... ah, very nice. I longed to be the way
we were the past two weeks.  It hurts more to have had it, and then lose
it, rather than never ever having it in the first place... whatever "it"
is. For me, "it" was being wrapped in Chubby's arms, wearing only our
underpants.  The feel of the smooth skin on his arms, body, legs... oh,
please! that was so hot! No surprise that laying next to him right then I
got a wicked hard boner. Played with my boner for a bit and then I actually
dozed off because the next thing I knew Chubby was up on his elbow next to
me, shaking me. I opened my eyes and Chubby, red-faced, was saying, "We
just agreed last night not to do this kind of thing anymore... just last
night we agreed!"  I said sheepishly, "I wasn't doing anything."  He
lightened up some and goes, "Oh, I know. I'm sorry I yelled, but we're
quits with all that stuff, right?"  I asked, "Well, why do we have to be
quits, we're not hurting anyone or anything.  It's fun to be with you, you
know... hugging or what not."

Chubby got up, I noticed he had himself a semi-boner...  trying to keep the
semi away from my view, fat chance of that, he went into his bathroom
calling out, "You're too vulnerable, Dylan.  You take things too seriously,
I already told you that.  I'm goofing around and you interpret it as the
way we should act, rather then... we're just acting like that as a
"goof". Ya know?  There's a huge difference." I heard his pee hitting the
toilet water and a minute later his electric toothbrush starts up. I go,
"If I promise not to take it seriously, can we go back to our old
ways... like in Wildwood?"  Finished brushing, Chubby comes back in his
bedroom, without the semi-boner, and says, "Nah, it's best we break away
from the kid stuff and move on. We'll keep working our jobs, get our
drivers license, finance a nice used car... a convertible if you want, and
we'll be seniors in high school getting ready for college... and we won't
be twelve year olds playing with our peckers."  He chuckled, making sort of
a joke out of it as he added, "I already told ya all that stuff is my
fault. You were the sensible one all along, why the change?"  I told him
I'd come around to his way of thinking. "Ever since that fight that put you
in the hospital, Chubby, well... I've come to appreciate you more and,
well, physical contact is a good thing, it's very therapeutic". Chubby
goes, "Hey, you're good, Dude, that's compelling rap, but I don't buy it.
You're too impressionable and I've mislead you. Now I want to fix it."  I
said, "It ain't broke" and he says, "It was listing badly" and I say, "What
the fuck does that mean?" giving up on the argument, for now.  Chubby
wanted to take a shower and then he wanted to skip the regular Sunday
breakfast for the Moms, "Instead Dylan, how's about you get four breakfast
sandwiches... egg, ham, and cheese on English muffins at Dunkin Donuts.
We'll have them with coffee. Please, buddy."  So off I go to put on some
shorts and a Tee and then to get our breakfast. No sense in wasting time
flipping a coin, I always lose anyhow.

On the sidewalk, just outside our condo, I hear. "Hey, slick!  Hold up."
Turning around and there's Jake swaggering towards me. "What the fuck did
you do to your hair now, ya ducebag?  Christ kid, you're one of the lucky
ones, like me, we got great hair, but you keep getting more and more
ridiculous haircuts every fucking time I see you.  What's up with that?
Here, show me some love, Dylan." He was right in front of me with his arms
out-stretched like he expected a big hug.  "Come on kid, don't leave he
hanging like this!" I go, "Oh, Morning Mr... ah, Jake" He's wiggling his
finger like... come on, let's hug... so I stepped into him lightly and
barely put my arms around him.  He gets me in a big bear hug twisting me
around slightly to the right, and left, and then right, saying, "Mmmm, you
smell good, dude.  Bet your boyfriend likes that smell... although, I'm not
at all sure he'll like this fucking haircut too much."  Even with my head
crushed against his shoulder I could smell alcohol on his breath.  "You are
one good looking kid, alright.  Anyone ever tell ya that, Dylan?"  I talked
into his shoulder, "Oh, thank you, Jake.  I believe you mentioned that very
thing to me any number of times the first time we met.. it was inside the
condo."  Jake let loose of the hug, but got an arm around my neck in a semi
headlock, put his face down to almost touch mine and said, "You can't help
yourself, can ya?  You always got to be a smartass, a wiseass punk, don't
ya? I'm trying to be nice to you kid, and what do I get from you, huh?" He
tightened his hold on my neck until it hurt, I murmured, "I'm, sorry Jake,
I swear to God I wasn't trying to be a smartass.  I was answering your
question." Jake licked my forehead, then with his free hand pinched my
nostrils together so hard tears ran out of my eyes. He casually said, as he
kept the pressure on my nose, "So, you weren't being a smartass... OK,
that's good because I wouldn't want to have to smack you around a little
bit and then tell Mommy about you being queer and all.  Now would I?"

Mucus was filling up my nose and the tears wouldn't stop.  I wasn't crying,
it hurt, but I wasn't crying... it's just that tears run out of my eyes
whenever they feel like it.  I have no control over them.  I talked in that
nasal way you talk when your nose is stopped up, or when it's being
brutally pinched, "Please, Jake... please!  That hurts and I didn't mean
any disrespect to you."  He liked that and let go of my nose, mucus ran
down to my lip, than around my lip to both sides of my mouth.  My face was
wet with mucus and tears.  Jake got a tight hold on the back of my neck and
shook me a little, "You're kind of a pussy, ain't ya?  Listen, the reason
I'm here... I'll cut to the chase fer ya".  He badly slurred his words as
he took out a wrinkled handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped my
face. It scratched because of the dried matter on it.  I stood perfectly
still and used my willpower to keep from gaging.  He goes, "Reason I'm
here, I need that fucking suitcase cause I got to go to Vermont this
afternoon for business... a fucking overnight trip, two nights as a matter
of fact.  I worked all night last night and I got to go to fucking Vermont
today cause that's what the boss lady says, the cunt, ya know.  So, I had a
few quick pops of VO and ginger over the allnight "Teaderman Club" and when
I figured you people were up, I came for my suitcast because the cunt says
I got a business trip to Vermont."  He swayed a little putting the
handkerchief back in his pocket, but kept a tight grip on the back of my
neck.  We were maybe two yards from the bottom of the steps leading up to
the condo.

One would have to think Jake had more than a "few pops" at that club... he
appeared quite drunk.  I said, "I'll go get it right now, Mr... Ah, Jake."
Still with a hold on my neck he started walking toward my front steps as if
he were going with me to get the suitcase, but he stumbled and dragged me a
few paces away from the steps, near the side of the building.  "Oh, must
have stepped on something" Jake says, and then straightens up, looks around
like he's lost, looks at me with a tough expression on his face and says,
"Ya know what I want to do, well, one of the things I want to do evey
fucking time I see you?  Do ya?"  I go, "No, what?" and he got hold of my
face with both hands and twists my face toward his and kissed my mouth with
a big wet kiss.  His tongue worked it's way inside my mouth as I squirmed
trying to get away.  His tongue was quite nice... firm, but not hard, and
he knew how to do the little movements Willie did with his tongue.  I was
squirming and pushing against his chest with my hands and consequently the
kiss didn't last long, but it was intense.  When I got my head away, and
our mouths separated, and I thought it was over, he darted his head back
for another kiss, but he missed my mouth and kissed my nose instead,
leaving it wet with boozy spit.  Jake stepped back then, looking dazed as
if he couldn't believe what just happened. His pants poked out some in
front.  Probably only a semi-boner, he was too drunk for a full boner.

I stared at him, but he had no fight left.  I said, "I'll get that suitcase
for ya, Jake."  He waved his hand like I should run along as he fished a
crumpled back of cigarettes from his pocket. My heart was pounding because
I'd been afraid of him at first, now I could see how pathetic he was.  No,
I wasn't feel sorry for him... I wasn't afraid of him anymore, that's all.
Up in our condo, Mom was still sleeping.  The suitcase was in the living
room so I grabbed it, thinking, "Guess I don't have to worry about Jake
Rollins anymore. That grope and kiss he laid on me has turned the tables
again.  Now I got more on him then he's got on me.  Fuck you, Jake!"  Down
the steps I lugged that suitcase, the wheels didn't do me too much good on
the steps.  Dropping it in front of Jake, he says, "How bout putting that
in the car for me, Dylan."  He'd really lost all his bluster by now. I
rolled it down to his Saab, which Jake had parked with the front right
wheel up on the curb, and stuffed the suitcase in the back seat. Jake was
right behind me.  He grabbed my shoulder and I shrugged his hands off me
and said, "That's enough of that shit Mr Rollins!" He backed-up a step and
held his hands up away from him a little to show he meant no harm. He goes,
"OK, OK you win stud. Now I can't tell on you because I could then tell you
on me, right?" His drunken mind had that fucked-up a little bit, but I knew
what he meant to say and so did he.  I started to turn and he goes, "Wait a
minute, Dylan.  I apologize, here... get yourself something and don't be
too hard on ol' Jake" and he fumbled out a twenty dollar bill and tucked it
in the front of my Tee shirt.  I stared at him and maybe I did feel a
little bit sorry for him then, but I didn't say anything.  Just stood there
as he bumbled into his car, backed up, coming a fraction of an inch from a
telephone pole, and then took off with a tiny tire squeal.  He never looked
back.

Scratch that worry off my list.  Jake Rollins is no longer a problem,
thanks to him.  These bullies are sad cases.  This incidence gave me some
resolve in dealing with Joel who might be a problem for me tomorrow at
work. I'm not going to back down any more.  If I take a beating, so be
it. I walked down to get our breakfast while rubbing the back of my wrist
against my mouth and nose to scrub away Jake's saliva.  The Dunkin Donut
bill for four breakfast sandwiches, four home fries, and four regular
coffees was more than the twenty dollars Jake had given me, but it covered
a lot of it.  I'd added the home fries to our breakfast menu in honor of
Jake's donation. Back at the condo, everyone was moving around by now.
Orange juice was out and 92.5 was on the FM dial and I was the hero for
buying all the food.  I told Mom about Mr Rollins picking-up his suitcase
earlier... "He didn't want to wake ya Mom. Some sort of unexpected business
trip."  She was disappointed, she had wanted to call him later this morning
and maybe the two of them could go into Boston for a late lunch. I looked
interested, keeping a friendly expression on my face as I thought, "That
would be some lunch date.  Jake would probably be barfing up his clam
chowder." I kept silent though.  A guy who gets drunk in the morning, like
Jake did, is a problem drinker. Mom will notice that trait sooner or later
and he'll be history.

After breakfast I called Willie and got a shock.  His voice was so hoarse I
could hardly understand him.  He told me he had been feeling sick yesterday
when we talked, but he didn't want to say anything about it, hoping it
would pass.  Then this morning he woke up with a killer sore throat and a
fever.  He'd already been to an emergency doctor who took a throat culture
which indicated Willie has strep throat. Our Tuesday date is off, but
according to Willie we're going out Saturday even if he's still sick
because the following weekend he'll be in Maine. He couldn't talk much
because it hurt his throat and his head to talk.  Willie sounded so weak,
not like he usually is at all.  He asked me not to call until Friday when
he hoped he'd feel better.  I said, "I'm so sorry you're sick, Willie.  I
love you so much. Just wanted you to know, I love you Willie and I can't
wait till friday when I can talk to you again."  He was quiet for a bit,
coughed and whispered, "That's the best medicine I could have, Dylan.
Thank you for saying that.  You know how much I love you. Bye." After he
hung up I lay back on the bed and let it sink in that I really was in love.
It hurt some because I wanted to be with him. Jumping off the bed I went to
my computer and wrote him a long email... well, actually it was a mushy
love letter telling him how important he is in my life, and how much I love
him, and how grateful I am that he picked me to be his boyfriend, and how I
look up to him, and how I want to follow his lead because I admire him so
much.  After I hit "send" I had second thoughts that maybe I over did it in
the email, but I had all these emotions going around in my head and it just
seemed Willie was the best thing I had going for me at the moment.
Actually, I felt like a teenaged girl with a wicked crush on the captain of
the football team.  I love him... but, I mean, Willie is so much more
sophisticated then me, has done so many more things, is totally comfortable
in either the gay or the straight world... so, I love him, but I guess he's
also kind of like my idol too. I felt like crying because I needed to wait
until Saturday before seeing him again, feeling him inside me, being with
him.  It's already been a week since I saw him the last time, that great
weekend in Sea Isle City.

Chubby came down from his place calling for me, he was in running shorts
and he wanted to run.  I thought that would be a good way to get my mind
off Willie so I put on some shorts and sneakers and away we went.  We ran
without talking for awhile as I tried getting a grip on my emotions about
Willie... Chubby was contemplating something too, God only knows what.
Then, when I tried to bring up the discussion from last night, Chubby, with
a grin, goes, "Oh God! Dylan, you're like a fucking nag. We covered every
possible angle of that topic last night."  I just nodded my head to
myself... last night he'd said we could talk about it today all I wanted.
I knew he wouldn't want to though. Some time in the future I'll find out
the whole story, but for now Chubby is in a good mood so I'll enjoy
that. Just before the cut-off for the rest area I saw a stocky kid jogging
oddly in the opposite direction. He was running as if his ass hurt and I'm
thinking, The Marine!  The kid was late teens, Ok looking, although not
really what ya'd call cute. Something about the way he moved made me thing
"gay".  So I'd already thought "Marine" and now I'm thinking "gay teen"
which might add-up to... the Marine has himself another "boy".  I say to
Chubby, "Ya gotta pee or anything? We can hit the rest area." Chubby's
winded and just mumbled, "yeah"...  so we make the turn-off and, half way
up the path, here comes the Marine.  I say to Chubby, "Go ahead, I want to
ask this guy something" and Chubby just nods his head and keeps going.

Stopping a little ways in front of Tom, he sees me, slows down and stops in
front of me to say, "So, my ex, best, most favorite gay boy, Dylan. Is your
computer broken?"  I go, "No, it's not.  I've been on vacation for the last
two weeks in New Jersey, but that's not why I didn't email you.  Was that a
friend of your's I saw down the trail a ways?  Stocky, ponytailed kid."
The Marine says, "Yeah, he's your replacement.  See why I valued you so
much?" I said, "I was new to sex when you first met me and now I'm not. You
took advantage of me then, but no more.  I'm all grown-up already.  No hard
feelings, I learned things from you, but now I know that you're too old and
too dominant for my liking.  See ya!" and I jogged to the rest area without
looking back.  He never said another word, but the tense expression he had
didn't look promising.  He looked barely under control, as
in... pissed-off!  I was disrespecting him in his eyes, but...  Hey! How
about people disrespecting me, does that count too? Huh?  I know, I'm
getting cocky, but it's the mood I'm in. I got my boyfriend who I don't
mind taking a back seat to, but I'm done being a second class citizen in
everyday life.  It's possible to disrespect me too, ya know... especially
when I respect myself first, and I'm doing that now.  Oh, hell... I'm
probably going off the deep end here.  Fake macho self-indulgence or
something. There are things going on that have me all shook up... like I'm
so disappointed Chubby and me are headed in the wrong direction with the
intimacy thing, and, on the other hand, a good thing...  the way that Jake
situation worked-out to my benefit so easily, and just now blowing the
Marine off... that was another good thing. Not that I had much to do with
either of those things happening the way they did.  Oh hell, just a bunch
of odd stuff going on in my life at the moment, that's all... it's all
making me act uncharacteristically like a tough guy. Oh fuck!  It's
probably mostly the thing with Chubby that has me acting like a tiger.  It
had all been just a tease in Wildwood... our intimacy, my hopes started
building up... now it's all lost and it hurts. But, like I said, I got my
boyfriend Willie who I love and can depend on.  I'll lean on Willie for
support.

I was sitting on the bench thinking these mixed-up thoughts when Chubby
came out of the lavatory wanting to know what I'd said to that "hard
looking guy". I gave him a short lie about me needing to run alone right
after he, Chubby, had gotten his window washing job and this guy was always
there when I ran and I hadn't seen him for awhile and how I just wanted to
say, "Hi, wassups". Chubby stared at me with a smirk on his face, then
blurted out a laugh and said, "You're lying again, dude.  Jeez, you're
funny."  That was it.  We jogged on and I'm thinking, "Would I let that go
so easily if the roles were reversed?" Chubby just says, "Ha! liar!" and
that's it, he doesn't press for the details.... weird. That afternoon we
watched a baseball game in the recliner together, but Chubby wasn't pressed
up against my side and he did not hump my leg or want to massage my feet.
I assume he's getting that stuff satisfied elsewhere.  This turn of events
sucks!

       ***************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 10 ******************

			       Chapter three


Monday morning and back to work.  I missed seeing Chubby this morning
because he's turning over a new leaf at work... he's starting it off today
by being the first one on the job. Good for him, I think.  My usual bus had
the usual suspects on it, we nodded to one another, I hit fist with my
hospital worker friend, and then I sat in my usual seat in the back.  Nice
boner from the bus ride, and then it was the same familiar walk to the
Dickers' building.  Everything looked the same, but I still felt jumpy and
apprehensive. Maybe it was concern about how I'd be handling the inevitable
Joel confrontation, or maybe it was just a case of nerves on my first day
back to work... almost like the way I felt on my very first day, weeks ago.
I spotted the Dickers' pick-up truck and hustled through the door, all of a
sudden anxious to see Robbie.  First thing in the door though, I got a big
hug and an ass grope from Toby who lisped he had missed me "something awful
you naughty boy! Never take another vacation, I couldn't bear it. Oh my
dear mother, I love that earring on you, Dylan.  It's outstanding!"  He's a
good guy and an easy-going crew chief, so I hugged back a little. "Hi" to
the other guys and then "Hi" to the college guys in the locker room who
yelled at me, actually yelled at me, "From now on you're not allowed near a
fucking barber shop without a note from home!"  They ragged on me something
terrible about my authentic flattop. Joel walked right by me without giving
me a glance, my heart pounding as I watched him disappear around a
corner... that was followed by a big bear hug from behind.  Believe it or
not, I immediately knew it was Robbie because he smelled like Robbie.  I
could be blindfolded and still pick certain boys out of a crowd by their
smell.

"Dylan" he yelled, as I wrestled around to return his hug, face to face.
It made me feel so good that Robbie was excited to see me.  "I've got your
coffee at my locker, Dylan. Come on back". As we headed to Robbie's locker,
he says, over his shoulder, "That flattop is way too short, Dylan, do you
like it?"  I told him it was an unexpected and unwanted happening and then
we dropped that topic to tell each other how great it was to see one
another again... we said it about a half dozen times.  We both were acting
a little nervous and it made us do a lot of quick touching and hesitant
interrupting of each other as we started to tell things to one another.
Realizing just how much I missed Robbie and our mutual massages, our
general closeness as buddies too, it took me by surprise, that's all.  He
acted shy when he asked, "Do you think we should do the massage, Dylan?"  I
said, "Sure, if ya want to."  And I started to sit down at the same time he
was sitting down, and then we both jumped up bumping into one another, and
we both said, "You can go first" simultaneously.  It was awkward and silly,
but at the same time a little bit sweet too.  I felt that nice closeness to
Robbie again very quickly, it was as if we actually did have a special
thing going on between us.  Oh well, obviously we do... the massages are
special and unusual, but I think I sensed an even deeper connection then
that.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder... that kind of thing,
maybe. The depth of that feeling is one more thing that took me by
surprise, although it was also very pleasant.

Robbie looked extra cute this morning.  His beautiful complexion with the
rosy blotches in his cheeks and the bright blue eyes that were so bright
they seemed to be spot-lighted from behind. I'd sorta forgotten how hot
Robbie is.  He's got the same light blond hair I have, at the moment a lot
more of it then me.  His was in the original flattop style I'd had the last
time he saw me.  Robbie's flattop was trained perfectly to stand up off his
nicely shaped head with that great natural hairline that went straight
across his forehead, the flattop looking especially cool on him. His hair
was longish now, it had been almost three weeks since I last cut it for
him.  Robbie caught me sort of gazing at him and he smiled that cute shy
smile of his, the dimples came out... he has those bow shaped lips, and
those white teeth, and he looks so clean, so new... I wanted to kiss his
mouth or lick him, or something. We're both five feet-ten inches and slim,
about one hundred thirty pounds. We have pretty much the same bodies when
we're wearing T shirts, which is mostly why the college guys call us the
Bobbsey twins, out general shape... well, there's that same color hair of
ours too, but our faces are quite different.  Same general body shape, but
take the T shirts off and Robbie has all the muscle definition that I don't
have, except for my biceps which are OK. He's something nice to look at.

Robbie looking back at me now with a questioning expression on his face
made me snap-out of my ogling... "Sorry Robbie, you know how I space out
once in a while". Then, a nervous laugh," Ha ha" followed with, "How about
I do you first."  He sat down and the first thing I did was massage his
head of hair. You know what?  I think I missed my hair.  I liked the
original flattop alright and I hope that's what Willie will want us to go
back to.  After vigorously massaging Robbie's head I smelled my hands and
they screamed Robbie Dickers, and no one else.  But wait, that's not
true... Robbie's brother Dodger smells just like him.  They're both very
sexy boys.  I massaged Robbie's neck and shoulders and then around to his
chest and down onto his belly some, getting a little bit close to his
crotch.  Neither one of us has ever had, or even seen a professional
massage, we just fake it and grope different parts of each other's bodies
as we go along.  I needed to lean over Robbie from behind to reach his
belly button and the sides of our faces would rub together
occasionally. His body was choice as I've said, both he and his brother
have those natural athletic bodies, very toned and fun to grab and rub,
pretending to massage.  Moving up to his shoulders again, Robbie's head was
back against my belly, his eyes closed...  that boy really enjoyed his
massages.

After working on his arms, always impressed with the amount of muscle he
has packed under the flesh, and working my way back up to do my version of
a neck massage and up the back of his head, I put my face close to his,
like we do when we want to talk low for privacy, and say, "It's so great to
be back doing this, Robbie.  I missed you." I was right next to his face
and could feel the heat come up from that pale skin which was turning
bright red... he blushes easily.  I couldn't help myself and touched the
side of my face to his and immediately his hand came up to press against
the other side of my head keeping our faces pressed together. So low I
could hardly hear it, he said, "Oh, Dylan" and for the first time, I
noticed his pants poking up in his lap.  I thought, "Oh my god, what should
I do now?" No need for me to do anything because Robbie jumped up like
someone had stuck a pin in his ass and said, "Whew, that felt good,
Dylan... really loosened my muscles, I've been so tense lately.  You get
tense like that?"  I was taken aback for a second by the sharp change of
emotion. All I could think was... he must have felt he'd gone too far by
murmuring "Oh Dylan" and he was covering up by changing the subject.  That
was OK with me because I wasn't sure what to do either, but I'll be
contemplating about that "Oh, Dylan" moan I heard from Robbie until I am
able to think what to do.

'This is a very encouraging development' is a thought I did have.  Robbie
goes, "Dude, sit your ass down and let doctor Robbie take care of you now"
and then "Jeez! I just noticed your earring.  It's so freaking cool! Oh, I
gotta get one too.  Dodger's been bugging Mom to get one for months. Now
I'm chiming in on that too."  I basked in the glow of his latest compliment
as he began a real nice massage, one unfortunately, that was cut short by
the sound of the tone signifying the work day had begun.  We wandered out
to our pick-up truck and quickly it became a sweaty day with temperatures
in the mid nineties.  So hot and humid that later we ate lunch in the cab
of the air-conditioned pick-up truck in three shifts.  I was afraid Joel
would be in the cab with me when it was my turn, but I should have know
Toby would make sure it was him and me.  He asked all kinds of probing
questions about the "girls" in my life.  He told me he was sure I had a hot
sex life.  Of course he was fishing, but my answers were quite vague and
probably frustrating to the poor man because of how obtuse they were.  I
made sure to answer in a very sincere manner though... it actually became a
fun game avoiding his questions.  He finally lisped, "You are such an
enigma, Dylan, but I'll bet you're making someone happy."  I got the
impression his gaydar had sensed I could be gay... he wasn't positive
though, and he certainly wasn't coming on to me, but I think he knew. Just
like the mohawk man had said, "something in my look gives me away to
experienced gays".  I've studied my face in a mirror without discovering
anything along those lines... I really don't know what it is.

We were hot, sweaty, and beat-up from the heat that day, so much so that
Robbie and I skipped the massages entirely after work... we both just
wanted to get home to showers and the luxury of air-conditioned homes.
Back at the condo Monday night Chubby was smiling and joking around while
we made our dinner.  He says, "Rickie told this joke at lunch.. heh,
heh... it's pretty good".  His joke: Arthur's doctor tells him the severe
headaches he's experienced for years can be cured, but it requires
castration.  The doctor discovered that Arthur has a rare condition...  his
testicles press against his spine causing terrible headaches. After
searching months for an alternative cure, Arthur very reluctantly agreed to
have his testicles removed. He left the hospital without a headache for the
first time in 20 years, saw a men's clothing store and decided to buy a new
suit to go with his new found freedom from pain. The tailor eyed Arthur
briefly and says, "size 44 long". Arthur wanted a new shirt so the tailor
takes a quick look at him and says "sleeve 34, neck 16 1/2".  Arthur's
amazed that a quick glance is all the tailor needs to determine accurate
sizes... the tailor says, "been in the business 60 years and I know my
sizes". Arthur also wanted underwear so the tailor says, "size 36". Arthur
goes, "Ah ha... gotcha there.  I've wore size 34 since I was 18 years old."
The tailor shakes his head and says, "No, you can't wear size 34.  That
size would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give
you one hell of a headache!"

The punch line caught me by surprise and I got a good burst of
laughter. Chubby, unlike Willie, doesn't laugh at his own joke, he tells it
with a dead-pan expression which really struck me funny too.  Chubby goes,
"Oh, Dylan, it's not that great of a joke.  I could tell you anything and
you'd laugh just because I told it."  I said, "Well, sure, but that one was
funny." It was great having Chubby in a good mood again.  I guess he and
Rickie really had worked out all their differences... maybe someday I'll
find out what the differences were.  We watched the Red Sox after dinner on
the recliner together, but there wasn't much bodily contact... not like the
old days.  I rubbed Chubby's buzzed head and tried to pull him over next to
me, but he said, "We're outgrowing that stuff, Dylan.  Remember?" I said,
"I don't want to outgrow it!" and Chubby makes a joke of that by going,
"Wah, wah, wah...  my bro misses his cuddles, does he" and then Chubby gave
me a great hug. He hopped off the recliner after the hug, to end it I
think, and got us a drink to share.  At least we're still sharing stuff.

Tuesday morning at work, as I headed for the locker room, Joel called me
over. He looked serious as always, but for the first time I also realized
how young he looked too. He was a couple years older than me, and while he
looked older than his age, he was actually, pretty young. Freaky muscular
body though... especially his arms. I go, "Morning, Joel" and he wiggles
his finger for me to come over to the alcove he was standing in... he'd
been waiting for me, is what it it looked like.  I took the four steps over
to him as he stared at me with this tough-guy look.  He goes, "OK, I like
that haircut.  I'll want it taken down shorter in the front, but then it
will be acceptable."  He ran his fingers through my hair with one hand and
held my shoulder with the other.  I thought to myself... "Admit it, he
scares you".  This isn't going to be as easy as I envisioned it being in my
head.  Joel makes some kind of a weird face that may have been his idea of
a concerned expression, and says, "Don't get too disappointed, but you
won't be able to spend this weekend with me.  I've got other plans... but
you're definitely on for the weekend after that.  And by the way, in
addition to getting that hair cut shorter, you'll also need to remove all
your other body hair just before the weekend. If I find any on you I'll
take it out with tweezers... got it?"  I said in a very respectful
manner. "Joel, I appreciate you taking an interest in me, but I got to say,
it's not reciprocal.  I'm sorry, man.  No disrespect intended" He changed
his expression to a pissed-off frown and, quick as a snake, his hand
dropped off my shoulder to get a hold on my left arm and yanked me against
his iron body so hard the gum I was chewing flew out of my mouth. I thought
the wind was knocked out of me too, but a huge intake of air got me
breathing again.  He snarled, "What the fuck does that mean... resceptical,
or whatever you said?"

For a second I didn't know what he was talking about, I frowned back at him
and went, "Huh? What do ya mean? You mean... reciprocal?"  His lip curled,
a vein throbbed in his neck... this man is unhinged, dangerous.  From some
faint nod of his head I decided that's what he was confused about.  With my
heart pounding out of my chest, I said, as calmly as I could, "Please let
go of my arm, Joel.  I've obviously given you the wrong impression of me.
It wasn't on purpose.  When I say the feeling isn't reciprocal, I mean you
have taken an interest in me, but I can't return the interest in you... I
can't return your feelings because I have no feelings for you.  Like I
said, I'm sorry I unintentionally mislead you.  I mean no disrespect at
all. I'd like to be your friend at work, but that's all." His mouth was
open and a saliva strand connected his top right, front tooth with a bottom
tooth, it arched out as his exhales blew past it. Nice teeth, by the way.
I was still returning his stare, but not challenging him... I'm not as nuts
as he is.  He closed his mouth, wiped the back of his hand across his lips
and mumbled.  "You have been waving your twat at me, giving me those
bedroom eyes, always looking for me on the job, and you're saying I'm
imagining all that?  Is that it, punk?  Is that what you're saying?"  I
whispered, "Yes, it's the truth.  I didn't do any of those things. You mis-
interpreted something I was doing that way, but I didn't intend for it to
be that way."  He let go of my arm and says, "I don't know what you're
babbling about and neither do you. You're fucked up.  But,
whatever... somebody still needs to give you what you're begging for, and
I'm going to be the one... it just ain't going to be this weekend.  It'll
be the weekend after like I already said, and you fucking better have
yourself prepared".  He looked at me hard for a few seconds, me at a loss
as to how I can make it any plainer for him, then his other hand flew up
and smacked the back of my head, "WHACK!"... stars swarmed around my eyes,
I blinked and blinked as he walked away. My knees were shaky and I wanted
to pee my pants.  He actually believes I'm coming on to him. Talk about
delusional.  I leaned against the wall thinking, he's still dangerous, but
the supposed weekend re-education program he has planned for me is put off
for another week anyway... that's a relief!  It's also another week closer
till the end of my involvement with that madman.  Only a month until school
starts, and then I'll be safely working in Stop and Shop bagging groceries
and saying, "Have a nice day" to everyone.

Robbie was disappointed I got to the locker room so late, but after that
fun play time with Joel I had to go into a stall in the lavatory and sit on
the toilet seat until my breathing and heartbeat got back to normal.  Joel
is one scary mother-fucker.  Robbie and I did quick massages and when he
was doing me he leaned down so the sides of our faces touched, like we do,
and said, "I have something wicked important to tell you after work,
Dylan... please try to get back to my locker as soon as we get back from
the field.  I'm depending on you, Dylan."  I told him, "Sure, dude.  What's
it all about?  Dodger screwing up again?"  Robbie said, "Later, I got to
work up the courage first".  He was very up-tight and I was worried there
might be some problem with his home life or something.  What could it be?
Naturally, it would be my dream-come-true if it was that he was going to
tell me he's gay and has a crush on me, and could he suck my dick or
something like that, but I'm more realistic.  That's a fantasy and Robbie
and I apparently need to deal with some real life problem of his, or of
ours.  I hate to admit it, but I hope Robbie isn't expecting me to be able
to solve his problem, whatever it is.  I'll help in any way he wants me
too, of course... it's just that I don't think I'm real great at solving
problems. My best strategy is to put the problem off as long as possible
and hope it works itself out, or better yet, just goes away somehow. Ya
know, like the Jake Rollins thing worked itself out, sort of.

It wasn't as hot today on the job and so the lawn work went easier than
yesterday.  We ate in the shade of a big old oak tree with a nice breeze
helping the situation.  Joel sat next to me and even though he never said a
word or touched me, it wasn't the most relaxed lunch I ever had. Toby was
bitching about IRS deductions from his pay.  After a two minute sermon
about the evils of income tax he lisped, "You put those two words
together... "the" and "IRS" and it spells.. "theirs".  That says it all."
Robbie said, "David Ortiz hit another walk-off home-run last night.  Didya,
see it?"  Toby goes, "Who...?" And I saw Robbie biting his lip so as not to
chuckle.  Poor Toby isn't really into sports too much. To even things out I
told everyone Chubby's joke about the guy who got castrated unnecessarily
and all the guys got a good laugh except Joel who muttered, "I'd have
castrated that fucking doctor if it happened to me".  Toby lisped, "It's
only a joke, Joel, no one would ever get castrated because they had a
headache", and he laughed and pushed Joel's shoulder and Joel smiled self-
consciously and said, "Oh, well yeah... I knew that"...  and just at that
moment he seemed like a regular guy who just wasn't too bright... maybe
that's what he is. Maybe I just need to sit down and talk to him like he
was a regular guy instead of like he was a maniac... except, he is a
maniac.  Well, I don't really need to worry about that for almost two
weeks, so fuck it..

By the time we were unloading the pick-up at the end of the day the skies
opened up and it rained really hard, like it does at times in the summer.
We finished without getting soaked too badly, but I thought about the block
party Willie and I were suppose to go to tonight and how they'll need to
postpone it because of this rain.  It's a shame, but of course Willie is
sick, so we couldn't go anyway.  I was more than a little disappointed
about that... I missed Saturday's date-night and now Tuesday's date-night
as well, that sucks! Willie was taking up more and more of my contemplating
time of late.  I thought about him a lot and it always came back to the
special way he treats me... and the way he fucks me.  I love the make-outs
too, but the way he fucks me is so hot!  I've been getting boners just
thinking about him... and I love the tight ball he gets us into after sex.
He wraps me up so tightly I can't hardly move.  I guess it's his control
thing to a certain degree... showing me he's stronger than me and therefore
dominant.  I guess that's true, although that word "dominant" puts the
wrong emphasis to what Willie's all about. It's such a small part of
everything.  Anyway, whatever... I like it, and I love him.  Thinking about
all that, while dumping grass clipping into the large bin from the barrels
on the truck, as Robbie says, "I'll see you at my locker Dylan, OK?"  I go,
"Oh, yeah... sure, dude" but I'd forgotten about that problem he wanted to
tell me.  What the hell, I am curious so I hurried up and finished, said
goodnight to Toby and the boys, and hurried into the locker room.  Before I
even got to Robbie I could see how red his face was and how he was
nervously rubbing his fingers together and tapping his foot.  What the hell
is going on?  Now I was nervous that maybe Dodger had confessed some of his
and my sexy play together, but hell... it was always Dodger that started,
and finished, those things... and now I'm going to get blamed for it?!
Robbie's going to tell me his parents know about it? Damn, and Dodger's
only sixteen too.  I walked right up to Robbie and said, "Does this have
anything to do with Dodger?" I was taking the offensive...  Robbie goes,
"Dodger?  No, nothing to do with Dodger.  It has to do with us two... you
and me. Well, mostly me, I guess."

I say, "Us?  What'd we do?"  Robbie looked away and said, real fast, "Don't
hate me, and please don't tell anybody, but I'm gay and I have a wicked
crush on you."  His face got even redder so I was pretty sure this wasn't a
put-on of some kind.  I did look around for the college kids thinking they
put Robbie up to this and that they'd be smirking behind lockers or
something, but everyone had gone except Mr and Mrs Dickers back in their
office, and Robbie and me.  The locker room had that empty feel about it.
I couldn't think of anything to say so I coughed a few times, and then came
up with this, "Huh?  What'd ya say?" Robbie goes, "Oh God!  Do not be mean
to me, Dylan."  Still he wouldn't look at me, and then he says, "I can't
breath, I can't breath" he sounded panicky so I stepped to him and grabbed
his shoulders to shake him.  "It's OK, Robbie. It's alright.  Here..." and
I hugged him against me as best I could... his body was like a thick steel
wire.  He hesitated and then wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his
face against my neck and chin and he cried a little... that's what it felt
like on my neck anyway... tears from a silent cry. I was stuck on that one
clever remark of mine so I repeated it, "It's OK.  Everything is OK" After
about thirty seconds he seemed to stop his angst, his body lost some of
it's rigidity, and he asked, in a tentative voice, "What do ya mean
everything's OK?"  I said matter-of-factly, "I'm gay too, Robbie.  We're a
couple of gay boys, everything's fine.  You and me, we're cool."  Robbie
goes, "Oh, thank God!  I prayed it would work out, but I wouldn't even let
myself hope you'd be gay too.  I just hoped you'd be my friend sharing my
secret, and help me talk things out. It's so lonely being gay all alone."
I heard Mrs Dickers calling to Robbie that they were ready to take off for
home.  Robbie ignored that and says to me, "After dinner, can I come over
for a haircut tonight, and we can talk about this?  I'm so relieved and
excited, Dylan.  Oh my god, I can't believe it!"  I said, "Sure Robbie, but
what about Dodger?" Robbie goes, "What about him?" I was half meaning, are
you and Dodger gay together? but because of Robbie's response, I go, "He'll
want to come for a haircut too, won't he?" I guess we were both all
agitated, on edge, excited... and lost, basically.  My heart was beating
fast and I wanted to kiss Robbie so bad, but I didn't have the nerve.  He
says, "Yeah, you're right, Dodger will have to come with me, but you and I
will have a little time together and we can plan other times... hey, you're
coming over tomorrow night for the Wednesday barbecue, right?" Again, Mrs
Dickers calls for Robbie, as I go, "Right, I'll see you tonight and we'll
talk." We were both acting wicked unsure of ourselves, jittery
nervousness. He reached out his hand and I reached out mine, Robbie took my
hand and kissed it saying, "Thank you, Dylan... oh, thank you!" and he was
gone.

Sitting down on the bench in front of Robbie's locker I forced my mind to
be blank. There were too many loud thoughts roaring around in my head, all
trying to get my attention simultaneously. I heard the janitorial staff
bumbling around out in the offices, but other than that... I just stared at
Robbie's locker.  I'd already missed my bus so I had a while before the
next one.  Soon enough I let myself think... what exactly just took place
here? I tried to reproduce it word for word, and emotion for
emotion... every movement we both made.  What it was, was this... Robbie is
gay, and he has a wicked crush on me. That's what it is.  He's gay with a
crush on me... on me, who has had a crush on him... well actually, I had a
crush on him before I even knew I had one.  Before I realized I was gay I
thought I was just fantasizing that Robbie would be my friend.  He's
popular and I'm not especially popular, or even known among the "in-crowd".
While Robbie's a star on the high school baseball team and known by the
whole student body, my only claim to fame came late to me... when I started
letting the high school newspaper editor fuck me, that basically got me
promoted to take his place as editor for my senior year. Most in-crowd
members were not impressed by that however.  But, somehow, someway, for
some reason, even though he's a "somebody" in high school and I
ain't... Robbie is the one with a wicked crush on me.  Hot shit! I started
to let myself get excited.  Then I thought, holy shit!... if Willie wasn't
sick I'd have had to tell Robbie, "No, sorry dude, I can't make it tonight.
Got a date." Well, I wouldn't have said that, but I wouldn't have been able
to be there for Robbie tonight, and he really needs my support tonight.
Funny how things work out sometimes.  Then I thought about the courage it
took for Robbie to tell me what he'd told me... he'd left himself so
vulnerable to anything and everything. It's a compliment that he trusted me
not to ridicule him... what if I was straight and a homophobe.  Robbie and
I never talked about gay matters, not even once.  Of course, we did the
massaging so he had that going for him, that was sort of a clue... still,
it was courageous to come right out like that and say, "I'm gay and I have
a crush on you".  It took me six weeks to say "I love you" to Willie.  Of
my god, what about Willie?

Yes, indeed... what about Willie?  Do I tell Robbie I have a boyfriend that
I'm in love with?  Do I mention Robbie to Willie?  But, never mind
that... do I tell Robbie about Dodger and me and the, ah... unfortunate
swimming pool affair.  And if I did mention it, do I tell him that,
actually, I didn't think it was unfortunate at all?  I've got some things
to think about here, that's certain.  Later for that.  After calling
Chubby's cell to leave the message I'm catching the six o'clock bus, I sat
on the bench at the bus stop and thought in general about this latest,
totally unexpected turn of events.  Sure, I dreamed of Robbie being gay,
but I always put it in the fantasy category... never a real possibility,
until more recently.  Yes, the massages are the give-a-way.  No two teenage
boys would massage each other like that unless something was going on
sexually.  That's so obvious to me now.  So, why didn't I see it sooner?
Robbie obviously saw it earlier which gave him the courage to take a chance
of coming"out" to me, although, to be honest, it didn't seem like he was
real confident of the conclusion when it came time for him to actually say
the words, "I'm gay and have a crush on you".  My whole body shuddered as
the meaning of those words sunk in.  Me and Robbie... oh my god!  "Me and
Robbie" is such a nice thought, except I'm in love with Willie.  Hmmmmm?
Here comes the bus.  I got on and thought, it's funny how I've never spoken
to most of the people who ride my normal bus, but seeing them sitting there
each day makes me feel comfortable.  This bus is full of total strangers
and it feels different, like I don't belong here.  Walking from the bus
stop to my condo, smoking a cigarette... I all of a sudden felt so elated
that I jumped in the air, pumped my fist and go, "Yeah! Robbie!"  Thinking
in my head, Robbie is gay and he has a crush on me!  Then, landing on my
feet, I hear a girl say "geek" and I looked over my shoulder to see three
girls giggling behind me about a half block away.  I turned at the next
block and went four blocks out of my way to get away from them. That put a
bit of a damper on my mood and when I walked into Chubby's condo I was more
or less in my usual "after work" frame of mind. Chubby was in his new
"after work" frame of mind... cheerful.

His smiling face lit-up when he saw me, making me feel "high" again.
"Dude" he goes, "Give me a hug, bro.  I hate that haircut!" but he was
grinning when he said that and we hugged real quick.  I told him, "Speaking
of cool haircuts, the Dickers brothers are coming over for haircuts tonight
after dinner.  We can all get some DairyQueen soft serve afterward, if ya
want to." That was fine with Chubby as long as I was the barber. He'd cut
my hair many times in the past because I liked him doing it, not because he
thought it was fun. Cutting Chubby's and the Dickers boys' hair was fun for
me, especially knowing about Dodger's haircut fetish, and that he was right
on the verge of cuming all during his haircut... that is so sexy!  And, now
I get to give a haircut to "gay" Robbie... I liked thinking that, so I
thought it again... "gay" Robbie.  Hot shit!  Obviously, I said nothing
about Robbie being gay to Chubby. We fixed cheesesteaks for dinner, we had
V8 to drink pretending that it was our vegetable.  Chubby had another good
day at work and told me another of Rickie's jokes... this one about a guy
who had a shitty day on the job. He wasn't paying attention while driving
home and he rear-ended another car.  A dwarf jumps out of the rear-ended
car and storms back to yell..."I'm not happy!" and the other guy says,
"Well, which one are you then?" I had to chuckle, but that would only be
worth a groan and a grin if anyone else but Chubby told it to me.  I just
like looking at Chubby when he smiles... or, for that matter, when he's
grumpy or when he's sleeping or... well, you get the idea, I like looking
at Chubby... all-boy, Jeffrey Chubby Romero... all five foot-six-inches of
him.

After dinner Dodger came storming in first. "Dylan!" he yelled and then
explained, "Robbie's parking the car and I jumped out because I want to be
first."  "Dodger, dude" I yelled right back, "Give me a hug, dude.  I haven
seen you for over two weeks."  Great hug with some humping, but he's four
inches shorter than me so he humped my thigh just below my package.  He was
hard again of course, he's always got a boner... a cute, almost four inch
boner.  Small, but it felt good up my asshole that time in the pool. Jesus!
Now I'm getting a boner just remembering that.  Dodger smelled good, just
like his brother. Chubby came down from his condo and he and Dodger hugged
quickly also, but I didn't detect any humping which, for some reason, made
me feel good.  Robbie came in then, looked nervously a me and then acted
regularly with his greeting for Chubby.  We'd all be together at their pool
tomorrow night for the barbecue so it's nice we got the reunion out of the
way tonight.  Chubby didn't need a haircut because Rickie was now in charge
of that, so he and Robbie went into my room to play a computer game... both
Dickers brothers, as well as Chubby, are very competitive in everything
they did.  Me, not so much.  As I put a cape around Dodger, he was bitching
to me that Robbie hadn't told him about the haircuts until after they'd had
dinner.  He whined, "If I'd have known about it a little earlier I would
have put off my afternoon jerk-off.  But noooo, he don't tell me till after
I'd pounded my monkey for ten minutes getting mucho boy-cream to shoot so
nicely out of my tough looking penis, it was soooo cool.  Now my haircut
fetish might not even result in a climax of cum.  Cut it slow,
Dylan... puleeeze!" It always amazes me the way Dodger just comes out with
the most personal details of his life and thoughts, unfiltered, directly
from his cute little head.  He's not embarrassed by any of it... not with
me anyhow.  I hugged his head as he sat there on the stool and said, "OK,
Dodger.  You're getting the shortest buzz cut ever given!"  He goes,
"Ohhhh, that's what I need to hear." We didn't talk anymore because Chubby
wants to concentrate and enjoy the sexual arousal he gets from having his
hair cut. This is right up there with the foot fetish crowd as weird man
weird, but a little sexy too, Sexy when you're right there with them as
they're squirming and grinding their crotches and biting their lip and
moaning with pleasure... the fronts of their pants propped up by their
boner. It's a little hot, watching the fetish group, I got to admit it.

I gave him the normal buzz cut, but I went back and forth over the front
and the crown with the clippers many times because those areas seem to turn
him on the most.  He closes his eyes and is very pliable, almost like he
doesn't have any bones in his body at all... except that one steel bone in
his pants.  When I finished using the trimmers around his ears and the back
of his neck he said, "Oh that was hot, Dylan.  I really, really want to
jerk off in front of you now, OK with you?  Puleeeze!"  I know it isn't
right to take advantage of him, but I'm weak.  I said, "In the little
powder room there, Dodger". He rolled off the stool and waddled over to the
the half-bath groping his crotch, his boner firmly poking out the front of
his shorts.  Dodger's face was the same rosy bright pink as those blotches
on his cheeks... he was puffing up his cheeks and blowing out short burst
of air.  I closed the door and right away out comes his red, hard,
four-inch boner with a dripping head.  I wasn't really surprised he was
"up" for wacking-off again even though he did it only an hour and a half
ago... he's famous for jerking off five or six times a day. Dodger used his
index and middle finger along with his thumb to stroke his boner at a fast,
but not frantic speed.  The Dickers brothers were both cut, but it was done
sensibly leaving enough foreskin to cover half the head of their four inch
penises. Dodger's eyes were mostly closed, but fluttering a little bit
too... he was highly aroused. One hand stroking his hard little cock while
the other hand was feeling his freshly barbered buzzcut.  He jerked off for
ninety seconds, moaning and cooing softly... then he arched his back,
humped his hips while biting his lip, and then groaned, "Ahhh, yeah!" and
out squirted a spray of teen cum.  He kept stroking for another minute and
then collapsed on the toilet seat lid saying, "Oh, shit.  My dick is sore
again, Dylan... but it was worth it."  I said, "Let me have a taste"and
Dodger held up his hand so that I could suck some cum off his fingers.
"Don't taste like anything, Dodger... just watery cum. Ya ever let your
pecker alone long enough to allow your nuts enough recovery time to
generate some nice creamy cum?" He goes, "No".

I go, "Oh" and then, just like that, his whole body is animated again, he's
all smiles when he says, "Let me bite one fingernail, Dylan... that's all I
ask, just one.  Come on, please.  I let you watch me jerk off".  I said,
"You begged me to watch you jerk-off, how come you switch everything around
all the time?" He gave me the cutest smirk and flipped me the bird saying,
"You are so mean to me..." I was in a crazy mood myself, what with Robbie's
admission and all, so I let Dodger have my own middle finger... not giving
him the "bird", but so he could bite my fingernail.  That was yet another
one of this sex pot's fetishes, or habits, or whatever they're
called. Without a word, he gasped and then sucked and tongued that finger's
nail until just the right moment when, with one rip between his teeth, the
entire top part of my fingernail came off.  He spit it into the sink, and
taking little nips with his teeth, he began biting off and spitting out
tiny pieces of nail until he was was biting just below the quick and a drop
of blood pooled up. Beaming, he said, "OK, that's the way I could do all
your fingernails, Dylan. I'm fast, just give me the time."  I was sucking
on the end of that finger myself by now, saying, "God damnit, Dodger, that
hurt! You bit too much into the quick."  He goes, "Oh, and you never went a
bit too deep when you were a nail-biter, I suppose."  I made a face and
said, "Only every fucking time I bit them, dude... but they were my own
fingernails." Dodger hopped up off the toilet seat and kissed my lips
saying, "You're the coolest boy I've ever met" and he was out of the half
bath and headed up the steps yelling back, "I'll send Robbie... give him a
buzzcut!" and then I heard him laughting. What energy!

In less than a minute Robbie was coming down the stairs, but without his
usual zip.  I go, "What's wrong?" and he's like, "I'm worried you may have
had second thoughts about me, us... I mean, maybe you don't think it's so
cool I got a crush on you or something... I don't know, I'm real nervous."
I asked, "Hey, don't worry about it.  Let me ask you something, besides
those little kisses you and your brother do with each other, have you ever
kissed another boy?"  Robbie goes, "No, of course not... have you?"  He was
acting so unsure of himself, so shy.  If it's even possible for Robbie to
be more attractive then he already is, his uncertainty, his shyness, did it
for him.  I took a deep breath to cool my emotions a bit, sorta pointed to
the ceiling with my index finger, and say, "We can't do a whole lot with
Chubby and Dodger right over our heads there in my bedroom, but since you
say you have a crush on me, maybe you'd like me to be the first boy you
kiss for real.  Robbie started blushing and licking his lips, "OK" he says,
but doesn't move so I walked the three steps to him and said, "First, just
a brotherly kiss" and I kissed him on the lips a bit slower than Dodger and
Robbie do it. Robbie blushed some more and licked his lips again.  For the
real kiss, I put my hand behind his head to hold him in place and did a
slow wet kiss on his lips without any tongue.  His arms automatically came
up to hold me at the waist with both hands. Our noses rubbed together as I
mover my head a bit with that yummy wet kiss.  When I pulled my head away
Robbie's eyes were wide and shiny and after a half second his whole body
shuddered and he made gasping sounds catching his breath.  Then, "Oh my
god, Dylan... I think I'm going to cum".  He was so innocent and
young-looking at that moment, I felt a great responsibility to him... he'd
come to me for guidance, or advise, or for something maybe he didn't even
recognize.  I said nothing, just hugged him around his neck with both my
arms this time, and then did my best impression of a Willie kiss. Both
Robbie's arms wrapped around my body tightly and he kissed back making a
lot of mouth noises as he unconsciously dry humped into my groin.  The kiss
lasted a minute, but no longer because Robbie began gasping for oxygen.
Like myself in my early experiences with this huge new kind of sexual
thrill... it created such aroused feeling all over my body, I'd forget to
breathe just as Robbie had forgot with that kiss.  There was a wet spot on
the front of his shorts, but it was short of climax.

Hearing the refrigerator door slam at the top of the steps I knew the other
two guys were in the kitchen, too close for more kisses so I quietly said,
"That's your first kiss, Robbie. I hope you never forget who shared it with
you, I never will" and then I did a kiss on his lips real fast.  "We better
get started with the haircut... those two could me down here in two seconds
flat, if they choose to... and they're both totally unpredictable". Robbie
nodded his head, groped his groin, put his hand down the front of his pants
and, biting his lip, stroked himself a couple of times.  When he pulled his
hand out I saw the wet shiny precum on a couple of his fingers, and some
more on the back of his hand. Robbie moved over to the barber stool
murmuring over his shoulder to me, "I never thought kissing could be that
hot.  You make me crazy Dylan, I got it bad for you, dude. I'm a fucking
basket case right now... no way can this be normal." I couldn't think of
the right thing to say to that, it's so flattering, and it made me think of
Willie in our early days together.  He said those kind if things to me
early in our romance, now it's more me saying them to him.  But still, I
wonder what the fuck it is exactly that inspires that initial crush?

Robbie usually takes his shirt off for haircuts and he did this time
too... his body scents waft up with his natural heat and had me groping my
semi boner.  Our kiss had my cock at half mast, but the sounds at the top
of the stairs put an end to that.  Now, Robbie's odor got me going again.
I was standing behind him, couldn't stop myself from hugging around his
neck with my face next to his, then rubbing my nose against the side of his
head... god damn, he turns me on.  Then a fifteen second kiss on the side
of his head, with him leaning into me, both his hands holding onto the arm
I had around his neck. My boner went fully hard as the kiss progressed.
This was wild! He might be too hot for me... oh my god, this is more than
just being turned on to someone.

After that side-of-the-head kiss I shook my head back and forth trying to
get myself under control.  I screamed inside my head to grow-up and act
like I been there before.... jesus!  Calmed down some, I wrapped the cape
over his bare shoulders and turned on the clippers.  For the first time,
the haircut was second place in my mind, I was more interested in Robbie's
gayness then I was in the haircut.  What I thought while cutting his hair
was all about Robbie and me, and how could it possibly work out?  It's got
to work out, there isn't any question about that, but I don't know how?
Willie expects me to be faithful, which mostly has to do with safe sex.  If
I'm having sex with someone else, he and I will need to use condoms, and he
doesn't want to do that so he puts it on me not to have sex with anyone but
him.  Except, I rationalized to myself, Robbie's never had sex with anyone,
so it's as safe a sex as there is.  The clippers clattered, but Robbie and
I were silent, both thinking our own thoughts... pondering different angles
of the same new development.  As I finished up the sides and back of
Robbie's head, including the trimmer around the ears and all, Chubby called
down to us, "Dylan, Robbie... Dodger and me are going outside... this
little peckerwood claims he wants a cigarette.  Does he smoke, Robbie?"
Robbie shouts out, "Yeah, he does."  Chubby yells back down, "We'll wait
for you guys outside, OK?" and Robbie and I say, simultaneously, "Yeah,
OK!" As I hear the front door close, Robbie spouts out, "We have some time,
Dylan.  Please, make a fantasy of mine come true for me.  I want to feel
your penis inside me.  Believe it or not, Dylan...  I've already had my
finger, and a carrot, and I don't know how many other things up there, but
it's your cock I want to feel... plueeeze".  Without hesitating, I'm like,
"It will need to be quick Robbie.  So, you sure you want your first time to
be a quickie?"  He was very sure he wanted it, quickie or otherwise, so,
without finishing the haircut I unhooked his cape and said, in a hoarse
voice, "Let's do it in the powder room. If they come back inside we'll at
least have a slim chance of not being caught".

Inside the half bath Robbie goes, "Oh fuck!  I'm so nervous.  Should I do
this, Dylan?" I was in heat now myself, so I say, "Yeah, Robbie... you're
real squirrelly, you got yourself all worked-up and we might as well take
care of it.  You'll love it.  I do."  He was all wide eyed, looking to me
for instructions.  I locked the door and began fishing through a first aid
kit in the vanity under the sink for some vaseline.  I said, "Get your
shorts unbuttoned and pull them down with your jockeys." Neither of the
Dickers brothers ever seemed uncomfortable being naked in front of
others... that's a surprise too because of their small penises, but they've
dealt with that long ago I guess.  Robbie's shorts were around his knees, I
say "Bend over some and lean on that towel rack. I'm going to lube your
hole with vaseline, it's messy but it's all I got, and we need lube."
Robbie has that little boy scared looked so I say, "Don't worry Robbie,
you'll be fine... I wouldn't hurt you for anything."  He nodded his head
and bit his bottom lip for the tenth time this afternoon as he reached back
to touch his hole.  Pulling down my shorts, I stared at the two perfect
mounds of his ass.  Each buttocks firm and full, situated there at the top
of slim, muscular, thighs.  Excellent!  Not a hair in sight when I pushed a
vaseline coated finger up his hole. Robbie leaned forward and grabbed the
towel rack with both hands, his head resting on the back of his hands... he
goes, "Ahhhh" as my finger goes in to the second knuckle.  I worked it
around and thought to myself, "Fuck! This is tight... Gonna feel awful good
on my cock."  I was hot now.  Out loud, I said, "It will probably hurt some
at first Robbie, but it doesn't last too long.  Your tunnel will expand to
handle my skinny dick easily."  I tried to keep my banter "light" but it
wasn't easy because, as I said, I was pretty hot and excited myself by now.
I rubbed vaseline on the shaft of my boner and put extra on the swollen,
rose colored head.  Poking his hole with that rose colored head a few times
caused precum to squeeze out through the vaseline I had there, I stifled a
moan of pleasure... it was too soon to show how erotic this was for me, it
should be Robbie's time right now.

"Ready, Robbie? I'm pushing in now... it'll hurt a little" and I did one
solid, but small, hump... the head of my cock tightly slid past his
sphincter muscle, that extra tight ring of his.  Puffing out my cheeks and
holding my breath to again keep from moaning in pleasure, it felt so
fucking good.  Robbie went, "It hurts, don't... it hurts" for just a second
I thought, "what a wimp" but then remembered it's his first time.  I go,
"Shhhhh, it's alright" and pushed in two more inches. Robbie was making a
keening sound into the small hand-towel hanging on the rack, and shaking
his head like he wanted me to stop. It felt too good on my cock to stop,
and I knew he'd feel better soon, so I did a big push all the way in until
my shaved crotch was flush with his hairless ass.  The vaseline had warmed
up and excess rolled down both of Robbie's buttocks.  He goes, "This sucks,
I don't want to do it" and a single tear rolled down his cheek.  He doesn't
know the
 pleasure that's right around the corner so I need to be firm long enough
for him to experience it.  If that pleasure isn't worth the pain, he isn't
going to want to be a bottom again... and that will be a huge
disappointment to me.  I didn't say anything, just stayed fully inside him
and gently rubbed his shoulders.  It felt fabulous on my boner, different
than Willie's ass somehow, but they both felt very, very fine.  I watched
with apprehension to see if he'd start relaxing the tenseness in his
body... tense from the hurting in his hole.  Hardly breathing myself, I
think I saw his face relax and then his whole body was definitely slowly
losing it's stiffness.  I waited a little longer and then there it was,
Robbie let out a little moan, "Ohhh... Mmmmmmm Ohh yeah" and I had him
hooked.  He was going to be hooked on being a bottom just like I am.  Oh,
he may like topping too, like I do, but nothing matches the feeling of
being fucked, especially by someone you like.  I saw the look come over his
face... the same kind of look I felt come over my face when I'm getting
fucked.  That look I get especially when Willie fucked me, but even at
times when I got hooked on Carl, I had some of that look when he fucked me
too.

"Feel good, Robbie?"  he goes, "Mmmmmm, oh yeah" so I did short humps,
about three inch humps and his tongue was out again licking his lips.
Robbie is going to be such a hot bottom for somebody!  It was time to
actually fuck him and I began slowly with full thrusts and then picked up
speed... with every thrust he went, "Ah!" so it was "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! "
Robbie had his ass pushed up and back towards me, fully available.  I
reached around and felt his hard four inches and then his normal size nuts
that were hard and at the top of his sac... I could tell he was getting
ready to blow so I rabbit fucked him "Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!" until his ring
tightened so hard on the shaft of my boner I let out a long "Ohhhhhhhhh"
and fired off my climax into his ass.  The tightened ring told me he'd
already fired off a long single, hard stream of cum. I knew because his
ring stayed impossibly tight on my boner for a few seconds.  My climax was
three nice strings of cum, I could tell there was three by the way my pee
slit burned quickly three separate times, once for each squirt.  His hole
was slimy now and not nearly as tight.  Robbie had a mouthful of that
little hand-towel and his head was going back and forth with the waves of
pleasure his climax produced.  When he took the towel out of his mouth he
continued with a low "Ah ah ah" as I slowly did some after-climax humping.
What a great asshole he has.  I rubbed my hands over his back, down to his
waist and grabbed fistfuls of his buttocks, clenching and unclenching my
fist. I hate to say this, but I felt very dominant over Robbie at that
moment.  By now I was doing long exhales... feeling fabulous.  The entire
fuck took less than three minutes. When Robbie shot off and tightened his
sphincter in that death grip on my cock, it was all over for me.  I loved
it though, loved each second of each of the three minutes.  Pulling out of
him, Robbie goes, "No ah oh oh" and
 then "Ohhhhhh" and I turned him around and hugged him against me.  Both
out cocks had cum drooling off them but we didn't care.  I kissed him a few
times and Robbie mumbled, "I need to sit down, Dylan.  I feel feint."  What
a great three minutes with Robbie.  It was all over... his first time was
over forever.  His cherry was gone.  I wanted to do it again so bad, but
Robbie was definitely over-stimulated and he looked pale.  I got a wet
washcloth to put on his face and after wiping my cock the best I
could... that horrid vaseline is hard to get clean... I pulled up my shorts
went out and got Robbie a cold drink. He was laying back against the toilet
tank, coming down from the sexual thrill, thus far, of his life.  I knew
the feeling well, it had happened to me not too long ago. With Robbie's
cold drink in my hand I peeked out to the street, there was Chubby and
Dodger smoking and jawing at each other, giving each other the bird and
laughing like mad... those two are two peas in a pod.

Taking the soft drink to Robbie... after he drank some of it he said he was
feeling OK. I helped clean him up, wiping the cum and vaseline off his
buttocks and putting toilet paper in his jockey underwear so it would
absorb more cum drooling.  Then I spotted the big cum splat on the tiled
wall where Robbie had exploded his climax.  I cleaned that up and gently
gave Robbie another hug, he goes, "I'm OK now, Dylan.  My emotions took
over for awhile there and overwhelmed me some.  That was the single most
exhilerated moment in my life... nothing comes close to it.  I had no idea
such a thrilling, indescribable feeling could happen... and it took over my
entire body too."  I was squeezing the back of his neck smiling because I
had helped with that feeling and I hadn't let him down. Still, I had a lot
of contemplating to do... hell, just to allow what happened in the past
twenty minutes to sink in would require a lot of contemplating. While I
finished his haircut I thought, what's next for Robbie and me??


to be continued........

Donny Mumford          thinat20@yahoo.com