Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2008 15:08:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S DILEMMA    Part 11    by Donny Mumford

	  ************ DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 11 ************

			       Chapter 0ne


Things are a little different down here on earth now.  Recently I've had to
switch things around up there in fantasy land... change an item from the
fantasy column over to the reality column... ya know why, because I just
fucked Robbie Dickers. He almost made it seem like I was doing him a favor
too... if you can believe that. Afterward I finished cutting his flattop
haircut and we joined Chubby and Dodger outside. I lit a cigarette as soon
as I was on the steps and Robbie asked for one too... his hand was a little
bit shaky.  Since we'd had that sex together he's been looking at me with
these big wide eyes like I'm something special. It's a strange feeling
having someone looking up to me like that.  Robbie's brother, Dodger,
always says to me "you're the coolest boy I've ever met" but it never feels
like he's awed by me in any way.  Quite the opposite... even though I'm a
year and a half older then Dodger he comes across as being at least my
equal, and usually he seems to be a step up from my inexperienced naive
self. I can't imagine Dodger "looking up" to anyone actually... he's a
super cute, confident kid alright.  Robbie, not so much... oh, Robbie's
cute alright, but he's quite shy and not especially confident about
everything like Dodger is.  Robbie has always been super friendly towards
me, but now, after I fucked him, it appears he's put me up on a pedestal or
something. The whole situation is weird. In the first place, it's always
seemed odd to me that Robbie would act shy or lack self-confidence... I
mean, he's wicked popular at school, and co-captain of the baseball team
and all that, but apparently that hasn't registered with him because he
insists on acting "unworthy" or something like that around me

We were outside smoking as those thoughts drifted through my head. Everyone
was joking around with the usual friendly put-downs and insults except I
notice Robbie sort of hanging right next to me and deferring to me about
everything.  It gave me a little jazzy buzz at first, like for once I was
the dominant boy in a relationship... ya know.  Well, actually... in any
sexual relationship between Robbie and me I guess right now I am the
dominant partner because he's a complete novice where gay sex is
concerned. Hey, maybe those guys at Willie's prep school have been right
all along about the dominant/submissive stuff.  Willie is the dominant one
between him and me because he has all the experience... not to mention he
has the car and the gay friendships and all of everything else too.  If I
was dominant with Willie it'd be sorta like the tail wagging the dog. But
between Robbie and me, I'm the experienced one and that feels kinda cool to
be completely honest.

As we were messing around I got Robbie in a headlock and surprise,
surprise... he was real docile for me, going along with whatever I wanted
without struggling at all... he'd just gotten his hair cut of course, so I
took this opportunity to nookie the top of his head with my knuckles.  It's
the kind of thing we all use to do to the younger kids who just got a
haircut.  We did it to them because ... well, because we could. Robbie is
stronger than me, but he went along with the nookie as if he were still a
little kid and I was the big kid, grinning like crazy all the while. It
gave me half a boner that he'd just let me do with him what I wanted.
After I let him go, we piled into the pick-up truck to go for ice cream and
I felt a little flash of concern... you know, thinking that maybe I might
have a hidden tendency to be a bully. I didn't like that picture of myself
at all. I felt bad that I'd treated Robbie like a little kid, although he
did seem to like me paying attention to him... any kind of attention
apparently. As he drove I tried to read his facial expression and after a
bit he glanced over at me and did a shy grin and looked away
quickly... like I use to do with the Marine. Damn!  I don't want to be
anything like the Marine.

During the ride Dodger and Chubby never stopped yelling over top of each
other about who's the most valuable Red Sox player this year so I thought
some more about this recent Robbie situation and it suddenly occurred to me
that at times I've look at Willie the same way Robbie now looks at me.  It
startled me to realize that fact, but I'm sure it's the same look.  And
then, a few seconds later I remembered a similar thing occurring back when
I was hooked on fat Carl way back when. I'd give him the same look too, a
look of what? ... admiration, or devotion, or what?  I don't know for sure,
but I suppose it's something along those lines.  I remembered that I'd
defer to Carl openly while looking at him with those big eyes... like he
was my idol.  Yeah, maybe that's the way to describe it... my idol... my
hero. The sex and everything that went along with it was brand new to me
back then and I was infatuated with it and by extension infatuated with
Carl, I guess.  So yeah... I looked at Carl back then with those wide eyes
and a humbleness, much the way Robbie has been looking at me ever since I
fucked him.  You can call it what you'd like but I think back then it was
simply Carl being the dominant party in our relationship. Hmmmm, I guess
I'll need to be the dominant party in Robbie and my relationship
too... certainly in the early going anyway.  Carl at times had manipulated
things at times to make it look differently, but in the end he always
remained the dominant one between us.  And Willie is doing the same thing
with me now. What am I to make of all this... maybe that this is just the
order of things... the way it needs to be, like Carl and Larry have said
all along. Common sense tells me otherwise, but the reality of it appears
to be staring me in the face.

We were all waiting in line at the Dairy Queen... Robbie right beside me
purposely bumping into my side every now and then, and giving me the shy
grin and those adoring eyes.  It can be very flattering and possibly
addictive... it also makes me feel protective of him, and I guess I felt a
little bit like a big shot too.  It's only natural... that's what I tell
myself as I smile back at him confidently. Later, eating our ice cream
cones alone, away from Chubby and Dodger, Robbie whispered, "You're so
awesome, Dylan. Ever since you asked me to write for the school newspaper
my life has been so much fun... it's because of you.  Do you think there's
any way we can, you know... do that again? I bet no one could do me as good
as you, Dylan." His free hand was constantly touching some part of my body
and he stayed in my space, almost on top of me.  He was getting me aroused.
I thought, "Oh my God, this is so fantastic!  Robbie Dickers might be in
love with me."  It was a little bit overwhelming because, understandably, I
wasn't sure how to handle the situation at all. I didn't even know what to
say... I kept giving him smiles and smirks and head nods.  In retrospect, I
was a jerk to do that...I should have been trying to clarify our
relationship by telling him he was awesome too, and that I'm almost as
inexperienced at fucking as he is, and that we're just two gay buddies
enjoying ourselves with a bit of gay sex.  I should have made it out to be
more of an equal partnership rather than me pretending to be some smug
know-it-all. It came on me too fast though, and hell... like I said, I felt
like a big shot at first which was a unique, cool experience for me.

Truth is, I need to have a good, long talk with Robbie when we're
alone. Explain that we'll explore our sexuality together... no one should
be more in-charge than the other. In the meantime he was still on top of me
and there were kids all around us so I was uncomfortable with it and said,
"please back off me a little, Robbie". His face immediately turned red and
he became very contrite, saying, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I'm new at this, don't
be mad. You need to tell me what to do."  It all reminded me of... well, of
me... the way I was some months ago.  Man, this is weird.  I told Robbie he
was doing fine, but just cool it when others are right around us... we
don't want to draw attention to ourselves. He nodded his head and said,
"Yeah, oh yeah, Dylan. I'm sorry. You're right.  Is this OK?" He meant the
distance between us.  I said, "Hey, I'm not trying to boss you around
Robbie. Just be yourself, dude... and you don't need to say you're sorry
every two minutes either.  We're cool. And, you're awesome Robbie.  That
was so much fun in the powder room. Thanks for trusting me."  Oh my God, he
had even bigger eyes for me now, and a humble expression on his face to go
with the eyes... he whispered "Thank you, Dylan.  You're so nice and I,
er... I think you're wicked cute too, if that's OK to say. Just tell me
when I'm fucking up, OK. I learn quick."  I squeezed the back of his neck
and thanked him for the compliments, but I added that he was much cuter
then me and that I was the one who felt lucky to be his friend. Then I
gently suggested we put all this mutual admiration society stuff on hold
for awhile.  He looked chastised again, and again I felt I handled
everything all wrong.  I should be doing better with this because it's all
reminded me of things I've done and said with Willie recently.

Basically, I need to do a hell of a lot of thinking about all this... I
don't want to screw it up any more then I already have. I feel wildly lucky
to have both Willie and Robbie to explore the world of gay sexual pleasures
with.  Robbie and me will learn together, and with Willie I'll learn from
him. At this particular time I'm definitely not telling Willie about
Robbie, or Robbie about Willie... it may be selfish of me, but I don't care
right now... I can't give either one of them up. I'm positive Willie would
say I can't keep Robbie, so for now at least I'm not telling anyone about
anything.  If my conscience gets to be a problem I'll confess to Willie and
accept his punishment because I'm in love with him.  But hell, Robbie might
lose interest in me in a week or two anyway, so for now I'll enjoy
this... it's the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. What I needed to
do right now though is to get Robbie and me over with Chubby and
Dodger... that way maybe Robbie will begin interacting with me in a more
casual, which is to say, normal manner.

Robbie was right on my heels as I headed toward the picnic table our home
boys were holding court at. Dodger was telling corny jokes, Chubby was
chatting up two of his girls from school.  How does he know so many girls?
Willie calls girls that hang with gay guys "fag hags", but these girls
don't think Chubby's gay so I guess that moniker doesn't apply to
them. Dodger was giving examples of how compliments can back-fire on
ya... he goes, "An older woman standing nude looking in the bedroom mirror
says to her husband... 'I look old, fat and ugly.  I really need to have
you pay me a compliment to make me feel better about myself, dear'. The
husband says... 'Well, let me think.  Oh yeah! your eyesight is near
perfect for someone your age". I groaned and lit a cigarette as Robbie
leaned against me. He felt nice so screw it, I decided to enjoy him this
way and worry about changing him later.  After a bit we were all getting
bored with the Dairy Queen scene so we headed back to the car.  Robbie and
me got there first and he says, "Do ya think you could kiss me like you did
before?"  He was so sweet, goddamn I was getting a boner. We kissed, but
only for three or four seconds. Under the circumstances it felt too
dangerous... someone would see us.  As it turned out, Chubby and Dodger
didn't show up for five more minutes anyway. Robbie spent that time telling
me about his crush on me, going way back to the end of our sophomore
year. Like I've already said, it was so flattering, and then I got this
great swelling of emotional feelings for Robbie.  He's so easy to like... I
wonder if love actually might be wandering around someplace.

Robbie dropped Chubby and me off at our condos and then drove himself and
Dodger home.  We sat outside on the steps and smoked as Chubby laughingly
told me things that Dodger had been doing and saying during the evening.
As I listened, I was thinking to myself... thank God Chubby isn't telling
me about Dodger fucking anyone in a swimming pool.  Later in bed, while
contemplating this latest development with Robbie something else occurred
to me... I really need to find out what kind of sex life he and Dodger have
together. The North twins came to mind immediately, another stiff boner
popped-up while thinking about three-way possibilities... me and the North
twins next summer, and how about me and the Dickers brothers sometime soon.
Jesus! It's a good thing I got my rocks off fucking Robbie earlier tonight
or I'd surely be jerking-off as I lay here in bed thinking about those
three-ways... oh my god are those some hot thoughts!  That made me think of
when Chubby and me first got dropped off, we talked a little bit about our
vacation, reminiscing and adding some exaggeration to the things we
did... building up the outrageous North brothers and their over-the-top
goosing and the like while swimming and horsing around in the ocean.
Thinking about that now made me wonder about the ball crunching and goosing
that my buddy Chubby participated in with me and the North twins, and at
the pool with the Dickers brothers too.  Chubby never seems shy about
cupping and squeezing boys' balls... I know for a fact he's massaged mine
in the pool and the ocean any number of times. And, I know he's felt my
boners as a result too, just as I've felt his at times while swimming, and
obviously when we jerked each other off too... so why the recent reversal
of intimacy between him and me all of a sudden?  It has to be connected to
whatever is going on with him and Ricky... could it involve ALL the window
washer boys? That doesn't seem likely... law of averages and all that.  So
many things to ponder!  Getting tired, I concluded that this line of
thinking is a dead-end at the moment so I went back to thinking about my
"Robbie fuck" instead.  Thinking about every step of fucking Robbie, but in
truth the sex was so quick there wasn't a helluva' lot to think about.
Good strong climax for both of us though, and the thrill of just being
inside his asshole, and the thrill of his reaction to me being inside there
was hot too.  That rocked! Then lastly, as usual of late when I finally
fell asleep it was while thinking about Willie.  Tonight it was how cute
and generous and good to me Willie is, and how guilty I felt about cheating
on him. Then, the realization that I might not be able to do much more of
the cheating because I truly am in love with Willie.  Damn! that was a
surprisingly disappointing conclusion... perhaps, more of Chubby's style of
rationalization
 is in order here.


			 DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 11

                                Chapter two


Next morning and off to work I go.  I have Chubby's and my swimsuits and
towels because it's Wednesday and that means the Dicker's barbecue and pool
party.  During the bus ride this morning I split my contemplating between
Willie and Robbie... thinking about fucking Robbie and worried Willie would
somehow find out about it. The most likely way he'll find out is me telling
him... confessing to him actually. Damn!  Guilt complexes suck!  All I can
see is sweet Willie and all I can think about are the nice things he's
bought me and the love he shows me and the fact that while he's ill now,
I'm cheating on him ... geez, I'm a mess with this.  On the other hand,
Robbie is so hot... oh gosh! such a great ass on that kid. And, he expects
me to fuck him tonight, I just know that's what he's planning.  Dodger
usually hangs with me at these pool parties though, and Robbie and Chubby
are usually driving off for watermelon or a tank of gas or for the grille
or something like that, so how are Robbie and I going to get to be alone
long enough for sex?  That's what I'd like to know. Of course, I shouldn't
be doing the sex in the first place, Willie was quite specific about the
fact I need to be faithful to him. Of course, there is that small detail
about Willie spending a weekend getting fucked and spanked by Larry and
Carl... yes, there is that little detail to consider.  So maybe I'm not so
bad after all. Chubby's rationalization techniques are so handy sometimes,
but I can't lie to myself... my heart of hearts knows the truth.  Well,
like I said, I might not even get the opportunity to fuck Robbie this
afternoon so why worry about it now.

Everyone I ran into seemed to be in good spirits, but I was mostly curious
about Robbie's mood and I hadn't spotted him yet.  Stashing the swim gear
in my locker, exchanging mock insults with the college kids and then
sauntering down to Robbie's locker to see what's up. He was standing there
now... he had his back to me, pulling on the Dicker's Company T shirt... my
Dunkin Donuts Styrofoam take-out cup of coffee on the bench behind
him. "Yo, Robbie.  Good morning, thanks for the coffee, dude."  He whips
around saying, "Dylan! Hi!" and he reaches out his arm to squeeze my arm
with his left hand, his right hand patting my shoulder, big smile on his
face. I felt like a celebrity.  His eyes were shining, his teeth sparkling,
his scent sexy, and he was all together one yummy gay boy, a yummy gay boy
with a crush on me no less. Damn... it was so cool. Naturally I smiled back
and while picking up my coffee I say, "You're looking good, like you always
do." He blushed, looked away, and mumbled, "Thank you, Dylan".  This wasn't
like our old relationship ... it just wasn't. He was treating me like a big
deal and he was acting like some sort of underling of mine.  Even though
it's wrong of me, I liked how it felt a little bit and decided... what's
the harm of playing along for a while. I'll make sure I don't get too
carried away.  I drank some coffee, then said, "You can finish getting
changed in a bit, for now sit down here and I'll do your massage".  Robbie
immediately dropped his shorts and sat down in his jockey underwear.  I had
to blow air quietly from my puffed-out cheeks because his immediate
response to what I said kind of turned me on.  He sat there patiently
waiting for me to start.  At first I just casually ran my fingers through
his hair, it's like silk standing straight up off his head. Last night I'd
cut the top down to just under an inch and a half... it really looked cool
on him.  Very boyish.  I pushed on the back of his head and his head
obediently bent forward... a little more pressure and his chin was pressing
against his chest.  I massaged his scalp with my fingertips for half a
minute, then with the palm of my hand on his forehead I pulled his head
back towards me and as I straightened-up behind him the back of his head
ended-up against my crotch. He had his eyes closed and as soon as the back
of his head leaned against my penis his own penis grew up to it's full four
inches... he moaned softly through slightly parted perfectly formed, full
rosy colored lips.  There were a few minuscule perspiration dots on his
upper lip where someday whiskers will probably grow. His shoulders quivered
under my touch.

It's impossible not to acknowledge his beauty... yes, beauty.  Robbie is as
cute as it's possible to be and still look boyish, but his cuteness is
different from, say... Willie's.  Willie is really cute, but in a
gosh-oh-gee, goofy kind of way with his longish head and cute longish nose
with those freckles where his nose scrunches up when he grins or smiles or
laughs.  Willie's cute alright, but in a whole other category than
Robbie. Robbie is pretty-boy cute... his facial features are near
perfection and are all perfectly proportioned to each other. His eyebrows
or eyelashes or chin, or pick any feature to put on another boy's face, and
that one feature in concert with that boy's other average features, would
be enough to qualify him as "cute". Willie will never be considered
handsome as an adult man, but that's what Robbie will grow into eventually.
By best bud Chubby is cute in a half-Robbie-half-Willie way, with the
emphasis on Robbie's type of cuteness.  I'd have to say that because
certain parts of Chubby's face, under certain conditions, also appear to be
of pretty-boy quality... although, actually Chubby is even more boyish
looking than Robbie. Using my parameters for cuteness, I couldn't say where
I stand in that regard, but some guys find me acceptable by their own
cuteness parameters... everyone's are different, some are very different
than mine I would imagine.  Willie's parameters, for example, have me high
up the cuteness scale... others parameters, not so much.

Whatever the parameters, Robbie would have to be included in anyone's
evaluation of cuteness unless they're from another dimension or from a
different species or something. I took another deep breath and exhaled
quietly, calming myself down and then, a little bit roughly, again pushed
his head forward... this time to massage his shoulders and the back of his
neck and up the back of his head. Pushing on the back of his head pressed
his chin into his chest like I had it earlier.  Robbie was about as pliable
as any strong, athletic boy could ever be.  His docile behavior, his
eagerness to please me, his cute, cute face all had me feeling very horny
and hot.  Forgetting the massage, I wrapped my arm around his head and
pulled him backward while I leaned down to press the side of my face
against the side of his.  Couldn't help myself, he's always been delicious,
but he's never said he was gay before... besides that, maybe I feel he's
especially delicious today because I'd recently fucked him, or maybe he's
especially delicious because of the deferential way he acts around me since
we had that sex together or maybe it's everything about Robbie that's
built-up in me for over a year, even before I knew I was gay I had a
special interest in Robbie... I was drawn to him and the miracle has now
happened.

Robbie leaned into me as our faces touched, he raised his arms back to give
me a backward-hug. He turned his head so our faces slid against one another
until the corners of our lips touched, and we kissed.  I moved my head so
that we were lips to lips and we did a wet sloppy kiss that had saliva
spread from our chins to our noses. We quietly grunted and groaned like
animals in heat... which is pretty much what we were.  We moaned into each
others mouth while rubbing our saliva drenched noses together like a couple
of Eskimos.  My cock was as hard as Robbie's and I thought to myself... the
way he taste, the way he smells and the way his taut body feels.... he's so
hot it's almost scary.  It took a lot of willpower to pull away from our
kiss, both of us breathing deeply. I grunted out, "We'll get busted for
sure if we keep doing this here, Robbie" and then I put my mouth on his
mouth again and we did a deep, tongue rubbing kiss that got both our cocks
wet. I was looking right down at Robbie's four inch-er poking his jockey
underwear straight up from his crotch with a one inch round wet spot
marking the head. Out of nowhere an unbelievably strong urge came over
me... I desperately wanted to suck his short, pretty cock.  I wanted to
suck it so bad I heard myself making a weird whining sound in my
throat. That sound sort of snapped both of us out of our trances and we
parted lips with a string of combined spit connecting our mouths
momentarily before breaking off and drifting down around Robbie's chin.
Robbie muttered, "Hold shit! You turn me on more than I ever fantasized was
possible".  In almost a whisper, I said, "We're getting crazy here Robbie,
someone walks by and we're "outed" right here on the job... that would
suck, dude.  Let's get a fucking grip here Robbie... and, oh yeah man, I
feel the same way about you"... then, unbelievably, we kissed again... how
stupid can we get. This time Robbie pulled away like he was almost in pain
and he grimaced out, "I almost cam in my underwear... oh, Dylan, I need
some air" and we finally separated a little.  I stepped back a step and
Robbie stood up.  We both were looking down the aisles for anyone who might
be gawking at us, but it seems we'd been undetected.  Both our faces were
flush, I said, "Get dressed, Robbie.  I'll meet you out at the pick-up."
It was like neither of us knew what to say or how to act. This entire past
ten minutes was wild and totally out of control. Man... are we ever dumb!

Taking my unfinished coffee I stumbled to my locker, groping my boner with
every step... boners feel so good.  Unlocking the door and, in a fog,
pulling out my work clothes.  I changed into the "Dicker's Lawn Service" T
shirt and shorts, then went out to the pick-up thinking, "Damn, I'm so
mixed-up with this new Robbie thing I forgot to get my massage".  I need to
get a grip on myself.  Joel was leaning against the door of the pick-up so
I put the cigarette away that I was going to light.  He gave me a hard look
and then an almost cordial greeting, "Morning, Newman.  I like your
earring." I was taken aback some by his unexpected civil behavior towards
me, but I managed to mumble, "Good morning, Joel.  Thank you, I got this
earring in Wildwood." He nodded, looked around, and stepped over to me to
put an arm around my neck, his face close to mine he says, "Sorry if I came
on a little strong yesterday.  You're doing OK of late, keep it up.  I've
got some things planned for our over-nighter that you'll enjoy. Believe me,
you're going to understand yourself a whole lot better after our time
together.  OK?  A week from Saturday, we'll leave directly from here to my
place...".  He handed me a three-by-five index card and said, "Here's the
address so your parents know where you'll be.  It's my duplex... the phone
numbers on the back."  I looked at the card dumbly, then put it in my back
pocket... my mind totally screwed up.  I couldn't adjust my thinking from
the unbelievably hot scene with Robbie to this... this, insanity.  He
pulled my head next to his and hugged it against him quickly, then said,
"This is a private thing between us, no one on the job is to know.  Right?"
I was having trouble following everything he said, he makes me so nervous,
so uncomfortable. I coughed and he said again, "Alright?" so I gulped out,
"Alright, Joel".  He hugged my head against his jaw once more and said,
"It'll be hard for you at first, I won't lie about that, but in the end
you'll love it.  Don't forget to get the haircut right before, no more than
half and inch on top, and no body hair at all.  Right, you got that?"  I
didn't know what else to say except, "Yes, Joel"... he goes, "I'm beginning
to think you're gonna be real good at this, real good."  one more squeeze
and he sauntered away.

I lit a cigarette with shaky hands, took a big drag and then a big gulp of
lukewarm coffee.  My heart was pounding a bit too fast. That mystery deal
with Joel is less than two weeks away... should I just go and get it over
with once and for all?  He seems to be getting nicer, he seems to actually
like me a little bit. Maybe that's the best way to handle it... Willie will
be in Maine that Saturday anyway, so I'll get this ordeal with Joel over
with and we can be sort of friends after wards.  I've got to work up the
courage to ask a few questions, find out a little bit of what I can expect
that night though. I gotta do at least that much before hand.  I mean,
obviously he's gay or bi, like the Marine, and he wants to fuck me because
he thinks I've been teasing him into doing that... the idiot.  I've been
fucked by Carl and Larry and it felt pretty damn good, so maybe I can just
chalk this up to experience.  I know Joel doesn't have a huge cock like the
Marine because I've seen him pee and, while his penis is bigger than mine,
it's not by much.  So, OK... maybe that's what I'll do and then I can stop
worrying so much about him... about that overnight whatever it is.

Feeling good about making a decision, I finished my smoke and cigarette and
wondered were the hell Robbie was.  The pick-up was loaded and ready to go.
I ran back inside to find him and almost collided with Robbie who was
running out the door.  I said, "Dude, where ya been?" and he blushed,
saying... "I had to do Dodger's favorite activity because you got me so
hot"... and he grinned shyly looking up at me with his eyes, his head down
as he moved his fist back and forth in the universal sign for jerking-off.
I laughed because of the way he was acting. "Dude, why didn't you invite me
to do it for ya? We could have rocked-off together."  A quick, spontaneous
hug and we climbed up into the bed of the pick-up glancing at each other
with grins on our faces like a couple of goof-offs.  Damn, we got it bad!
Two other guys from our crew joined us in the back of the pick-up... in
front, Joel riding shot-gun and Toby driving.  Off we went for a day of
grass cutting, raking, and cleaning-up behind us. Not too hot so the
morning went nicely.  At lunch Robbie sat too close to me, but I couldn't
say anything or it would draw attention to us. Toby told a joke halfway
through lunch that at first we didn't realize was a joke....  Lisping
badly, he goes, "Did you guys hear about Apple's latest product
announcement? They're putting out breast implants now, and get this...  the
implants can store and play music. The iTit will cost $499 and
up... depending on the cup size and the size of the speaker inside the
tit."  Joel interrupts, "That sounds like a load of bullshit, Toby" and
Toby says, "No, it's not bullshit... it's a fucking joke, Joel" and he lisp
on with the joke... "The iTit has been hailed as a major social
breakthrough because woman are always complaining about men staring at
their tits and not listening to them" Toby roared with laughter at his own
joke and the rest of us groaned except Joel, who said, "Dumb joke, Toby! No
one listens to women's tits, that's stupid".  Most of us were biting our
lip or doing that fake cough to cover-up a snorted laugh at Joel's expense
... what a numbnuts.  He looked from one guy to the next trying to figure
out what was going on.  When he looked at me, I smile back at him and he
nodded his head in approval.  I'm thinking, "jesus... that's going to be a
long over-nighter with him for sure. Maybe I better rethink this whole
thing...  try to come-up with an alternative plan rather then actually
going through with it... a night and a day with Joel?  Hmmm... maybe not
such a good idea.

When Joel had given me the approving nod of his head, I went to grab my can
of soda, but knocked it over instead.  Quick as a flash Robbie jumps up and
picks up the mostly empty can saying, "I'll get you a new one, Dylan" and
before I can say anything he runs over to the cooler in the back of the
truck, gets me a new drink, pops the tab on it, hands it to me, and then
cleans up the spilled soda with paper towels he'd brought back with him
from the truck. My mouth was hanging open watching him take care of me like
he was my servant or something.  He mopped up the spill with a handful of
paper towels and peeked back at me... for approval?  I mumbled, "thanks
dude, I owe ya one".  At the end of the day Robbie hustled up in the truck
bed to make sure he was sitting next to me and then he sat too close,
sneaking peeks over at me the entire ride.  OK, we can get away with this
behavior once, maybe two days in a row, but no more than that before
someone says a comment about "fags" or something to that affect.  I've got
to talk seriously with Robbie.... but, god damn, I'd be lying if I said it
didn't still give me a buzz. Man, I guess I can see how submissive behavior
towards you can become addictive.  It was kind of fun having Robbie acting
this way... as if I was real special and he was trying to please.  Like I
said, I'll just play along with it for a little while, I won't let it go to
my head like those guys do at Willie's prep school.  Hiding a smile, I hit
Robbie gently with my elbow, I leaned over and quietly said, "I got an itch
at the center of my back, it's driving me crazy Robbie... give it a good
scratch for me, will ya."  Robbie hustled around, squirming past a lawn
mower to reach my back.  It was just a gag, I'm not taking this
seriously. We'll be laughing about it in a few days probably both of us
embarrassed by our behavior.  Hell, we've only been gay buddies for
twenty-four hours... we're getting use to the idea, that's all. "Ahhh, that
feels good, Robbie.  Think you can squeeze between those trash barrels now
and get me a cold coke out of the cooler. That-a-boy..."  To myself I'm
thinking... ha ha ha, just having a little innocent fun seeing how
committed Robbie is to his dominant sex partner.  "Oh, thanks Robbie.
Yuck! how bout wiping that can on your shirt or something, it's dripping
wet. Thanks, that's good!" Robbie sat so close to me after that our sides
touched all the way back to the shop. OK, I need to stop this and have a
heart to heart talk with him... but fuck, it is fun.

Back at the shop Robbie and I are alone in the locker room, everyone else
heads right for their cars after changing.  It's Wednesday night, so that
means after work I go to the Dickers house for a barbecue/pool
party... Dodger and Chubby will be there before we get there.  Robbie and
me needed to wait until his mom and dad handle the paperwork and close up
the shop for the day. While changing and picking-up the swimsuits I'm
thinking about how to best discuss things with Robbie.  I wander down to
his locker just as he's closing it and, trying to sound casual, I say, "Hey
Robbie, this is so much fun... being your gay buddy and all." He stands up
right next to me, beamed at my comment and laid his head on my shoulder for
a second, then quietly says, "Me too. It's better than I even imagined".  I
squeezed behind his neck and he straightened up to excitedly add, "Hey,
lets not waste this time talking, Dylan.  Let's make-out".  That was a very
enticing idea, but I said, "Look at me, Robbie."  He looked me in the eyes
with a worried expression and I right away assured him that everything was
cool, "The only thing is, I think we better, ah...you know... we better try
to stop acting like we're, ah... like we're love sick teenaged girls... heh
heh, you know, when we're around each other".  He looked real surprised and
I go, "Dude, I'm included my behavior here too, I mean...  I feel a little
bit like a love-sick teen around you too, but we can't let on, we got to
control our emotions some.  OK...?"  I really was concerned mostly about
the way he was hanging all over me, but I didn't want to come right out and
say that because it might hurt his feelings. Robbie didn't get defensive at
all, he actually agreed that guys on the job would probably start to notice
us soon enough and so he agreed not to be so lovey/dovey in public.  But,
to be funny, he then leaned over and licked across my mouth giving me a
semi-stiffy. Robbie has this great attitude about everything we talked
about. He's such a good guy... a guy's guy, not some fem acting guy. One of
the things we discussed was my teasing him on the ride back here
tonight... asking him to scratch my back and get me a drink and all
that. "Robbie, I was teasing you man... you don't need to kiss-up to me,
I'm just as hot for you as you are for me.  We're two gay buddies,
dude... equals, and all that. OK?" He was making a little face and sucking
on his bottom lip as if he was trying to think how to explain
something. Then he hesitantly says, "I like getting you stuff, Dylan" he
nervously blurted out a laugh and added, "and kissing-up to you too.  It's
fun and it turns me on to do things for you.  And, I can't wait for you to
do... to do "that" to me again too. Isn't it OK to do things for you, if I
honestly like doing them?"

Well, now what the fuck do I do?  I said, "Damn, Robbie... I don't know
what to say about that.  Let's take it a day at a time, OK?  You can't be
so obvious though, don't let other guys see you fussing over me... OK?  We
don't want them talking and, ya know, maybe it makes me uncomfortable to be
fussed over sometimes."  Robbie goes, "I saw on the net where some guys are
other guys' slaves... that's what I'd like to be.  Your slave."  I took a
deep breath and wheezed out, "Jesus H Christ!  I don't know nothing about
that Robbie... let's just start off being gay sex buddies.  How bout that?"
He goes, "Yes, Master" and I got it then...  he was just busting my balls.
I blurted out a nervous laugh saying, "I forgot what a hot shit you are,
Robbie!"  He got me in a headlock then and walked me up the aisle saying,
"Maybe you need to be the slave... you're such a weakling".  He was
kidding, again. Outside, waiting for his parents I lit a cigarette and
Robbie snuck some drags off it, his folks don't know he smokes.  In an
off-hand manner I asked, "Hey, what about Dodger?  You boys get much gay
play time together?"  Robbie coughed as he exhaled and sputtered, "Dodger?
Are you shitting me!  He's so straight!  I'd never even confide to him that
I'm gay, never mind suggest we suck each other off.  Fuck, I may never tell
him I'm gay.  Geez, Dodger being gay! ... you gotta be kidding."  I said,
"I was kidding numbnuts... you're just as brilliant as Joel" and Robbie,
laughing again, goes into how dumb Joel was with his comments about Toby's
joke and we both get a good laugh at the accurate way Robbie imitated
Joel's speech pattern... like, Duh!.  My laughter was mostly nervous
laughter because I had to think about the proposed weekend with Joel that I
might need to go on.  Should I say anything to Robbie about Joel?... I need
to think about that. And, Robbie doesn't know anything about Dodger's
propensity for gay horseplay it appears. What's with that?

His parents were finally ready to leave so Robbie and I get in the back of
their nice clean, new, pickup truck, and as we're heading for the highway
I'm thinking about the brothers not knowing each other is gay and I say,
"You know Robbie, I was just breaking your balls about you and Dodger being
gay brothers, but some guys must wonder about that heavy make-out you two
go into every time you see each other".  Robbie rolled his eyes and says,
"We been doing that quick hello-kiss ever since I was four years old and he
was two. And, I guess, now we don't know how to stop.  It's like who's
gonna hurts who's feelings by suggesting we stop."  I go, "Oh sure... you
both love it and you know it!" and he waves his hand at me like there's no
sense talking to me. Actually I believed him because that's the same thing
that happened to Chubby and me way back when we were little kids, with our
weird way of watching TV.  Of course, Chubby just put a stop to most of
that this very week so I guess he's not worried about hurting my feelings.

Then we were out on the highway and it was loud at sixty-five miles an hour
so we didn't try for anymore conversation.  As we bounced around in the
back of the pickup I thought back and had some second thoughts about how
much Robbie was joking and how much he was serious about him enjoying being
submissive towards me. Initially he seemed sincere when he said it turned
him on to be submissive to me... then later he exaggerated it into a
master/slave situation which I do believe he was bull-shitting about, but
the earlier stuff, I just don't know.  And, what to make of the Dodger
business.  Robbie seemed very adamant about Dodger being straight as an
arrow.  I, of course, know that to be totally false and I have a very hot
memory of being fucked in their swimming pool to back me up... that's just
one among other Dodger incidents that contradict Robbie's assertion of
Dodger being straight.  It seems my life gets filled with more
imponderables every day, especially since that afternoon, months ago now,
when Carl took my cherry and set me on this wonderful adventure into the
world of gay sex.  What would my life be like if I hadn't contributed stuff
to the high school newspaper and attracted the eye of the editor, gay Carl
Denton.....?What, indeed!


                            DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 11

                                     Chapter three


We pulled up to the house and piled out the back of the truck. Chubby came
over and whispered, "I hate that haircut, did I ever mention that?" and we
did a quick hug with me saying, "Ya mention it every fucking time you see
me"... Chubby goes, "Fucking A!" Meanwhile Dodger and Robbie did their
quick kiss and this time I took notice... they did the kiss right in front
of their parents so it wasn't a secret thing, but instead, a
totally-out-in-the-open thing. Chubby said hello to Mr and Mrs Dickers and
then a quick one arm hug for Robbie.  Us four boys drifted to the backyard
with Dodger advising Robbie and me that he and Chubby had worked out a mini
Olympic swim competition while waiting for us to get there.  I said, "Count
me out.  I suck at swimming" and Chubby goes. "Of course you do, it's just
me and mighty mouse here.  I got sick of his bragging about how he could
beat some of those Olympic swimmers competing in China".  We ragged on
Dodger, who was a super swimmer, and on Chubby who was a real good swimmer
but just not in Dodger's class. Robbie was like, "Leave it to you two to
exclude poor Dylan and me from your fun and games just because we're
challenged in the area of Olympic swimming".  We were ignored which had
Robbie and me doing smirking glances at each other... like, can we believe
our good luck! With this development we should be able to sneak away long
enough for at least a "quickie".  After changing into swimsuits we all
jumped in the pool to cool off... Dodger and Chubby bantering back and
forth constantly about the handicap that Dodger had to allow Chubby.  Even
up, Chubby wouldn't have a chance in a race against Dodger so he had to
have a head start and they argued how much head start would be fair.  That
pool discussion quickly dissolved into a grab-ass free-for-all which all
four of us would be qualifiers for if there were an Olympic event for ass
grabbing and ball crunching... like there should be.

In our unstructured free-for-all Robbie and I had plenty of opportunity at
feeling each other up.  We almost jerked each other off right there in the
pool at one point when Dodger and Chubby were into a serious wrestling
match, mostly under water.  They're the same size so it was difficult for
either of them to get the upper hand, but they appeared content to keep
trying.  It was unusual for Dodger to pay this much attention to Chubby,
usually Dodger is all over me.  As a matter of fact, the whole grab ass
thing started with an under water attack on my nuts by Dodger who ended up
on my back with his legs around my waist again, he whispered in my
ear..."Remember this, Dylan?  I'll bet that you've been dreaming about me
doing you again ever since the last time I fucked you in this pool.
Haven't ya?" and he lower himself on my back to hump my ass with his hard
four inch boner.  I had to stifle a moan as my own boner started
growing. Ya know what... Dodger's right, I would like to have him do me
again just like he did the first time and this time I'd pay closer
attention to how great it felt, rather than concentrating on getting him to
stop.  I remembered my climax from that stubby four inch boner fucking my
asshole and that made me think of Robbie's four inch penis.  Should I do
him or have him do me this afternoon?  Hmmmm, nice to contemplate. Robbie
coming "out" to me is such an awesome happening!  It's so cool. When Dodger
let loose of me, he attacked Chubby's the same way he'd gotten me.
Wouldn't that be something... you know, Dodger doing Chubby like he did me.
Damn, I'd like to be under water watching that.  Ohhhh, my boner feels so
nice.  Then I hear Mr Dickers call us to the picnic table... "dinners ready
boys, let's go guys while it's hot!".

He didn't need to call us twice.  We were out of the pool and dried off and
ready to eat in about ninety seconds.  Oh man!  Barbecue baby back ribs,
little red bliss potatoes cooked on the grill so the skin is crispy and
almost black, the potato meat creamy smooth with some butter and salt
inside the skin.  Of course, corn on the cob again and a big plate of
sliced tomatoes and crisp slices of cucumbers.  On the table was a bottle
of Ken's Italian salad dressing to put on the tomatoes and
cucumbers. Chubby and I exchanged glances when we saw the salad dressing.
I know we both thought back to that dinner we had together at Ken's Steak
House a couple of months ago... the restaurant sells their signature salad
dressing in supermarkets, that's how good it is.  We gave a half smile to
each other... it's so awesome knowing someone so well you can read their
mind some times.  I love Chubby... I'm always going to love Chubby.  The
four of us boys ate a pile of those tangy barbecue spare ribs telling Mr
Dickers what a great grille chef he was the entire time we were
eating... talking with our mouths full of tender, delicious pork at times.
This dinner was maybe the best one yet and that's saying a lot.  These
Wednesday nights at the Dickers rock!  I felt so comfortable with these
people by now, it was very special. Of course, why wouldn't I think it was
special... fantastic food and three hot, hot boys for me to play with.  It
was heaven, baby, heaven! And, except for dinner, the parents made
themselves scarce.  That's so important to us teenagers, we don't want to
be gawked at by adults.  We want to do all the gawking, thank you very
much. When we'd eaten everything in sight, Mr Dickers said, "Well Robbie,
are you and Chubby going to get us an ice cold watermelon again tonight?"
Dodger goes, "Oh Robbie, take Dylan this time.  Chubby and me want to
make-up a score card for our Olympic swimming competition. OK?"  Robbie
gets a pretend pissed-off expression and says, "Oh no!  Chubby always comes
with me." I blurted out a laugh and then coughed as Robbie started laughing
too.  "What the hell is so funny?" is the question Dodger had, but both
Robbie and I just gave him the finger as Robbie goes, "OK, I'll take Dylan,
but you are so spoiled Dodger, you always get your way."  Dodger gives us
double barrel fingers, one for Robbie and one for me, saying, "That's
right, you homos, I get my way cause I'm the youngest and the cutest."  He
didn't really mean he thinks we're homos... it's just what we call each
other at times.  Of course, he may have meant it for me, but I could say
the same right back to him. Instead Robbie and I laughed at Dodger because
he was being funny... and he is wicked cute!

Before we went for the watermelon Robbie wanted to brush his teeth and
floss, which is so typically Robbie.  I walked up to his bedroom with him
still chuckling at him pretending that he wanted Chubby, not me, to help
him get the watermelon. His bedroom has an attached bath and I leaned
against the door jam as Robbie brushed his teeth mumbling about the rib
meat and corn getting between his teeth.  Stuff like that doesn't bother me
or Chubby... or Willie either now that I think about it.  Willie and me
make out right after eating sometimes.  Oh well, to each their own, but
when Robbie was done brushing, without hesitating, he handed his toothbrush
to me. Did he think I wanted to brush my teeth too... and with his
toothbrush? He gargled and spit, then, as he pulled off a strip of floss he
said, "You need more toothpaste, Dylan?"  In a trance, I shook my head and
put his dripping toothbrush in my mouth and began brushing my teeth.  It
hit me all of a sudden that this was so fucking sexy using Robbie's
toothbrush right out of his mouth.  I got a nice boner that got harder the
longer I brushed and the more I thought about Robbie just using this
toothbrush in his mouth on those beautiful teeth of his.  What a surprise
that this would get me so aroused... it's because of the way Robbie just
assumed I'd find nothing wrong with using his 'just used' toothbrush. Thats
what struck me mostly as being so HOT!  Robbie never gave it a second
thought ... after he'd flossed and rinsed out real well again, he casually
said, "I'll get some money and meet you at the pick-up, OK?"  With a mouth
full of toothpaste that contained an ample supply of Robbie's saliva, and
with my rock-hard boner pushing out the front of my bathing suit, I shake
my head and mumble, "Wait a second, dude". Robbie nodded his head and after
I rinsed out I walked over to him and whispered, "Using your toothbrush got
me all hot and bothered" and I got my arms around his neck and began to
make-out with him... trying to do it like Willie does it to me.  Robbie was
quickly glued to my body with his tongue lapping mine and both of us
groaning and humping against each other.  His scent was intoxicating to me,
his clear bubbly saliva, mixed with some of my own, began smearing around
on each of our mouth, chin, nose, cheeks.  We rubbed our spit slippery
noses together while making funny whining sounds of pleasure.  I forgot
about doing things like Willie... instead, Robbie and me, more and more,
made-up stuff our way. Robbie was a very fast learner and from our first
kiss yesterday afternoon he was hot to the concept of making-out... just
like I was.

I put my hand down the front of his swimsuit and stroked his short boner
the same way I'd stroked Chubby's short boner... using only two fingers and
my thumb.  Robbie's face felt so warm as we continued kissing and licking
each other, his hand was inside my boardie by now too and he was stroking
me off using his fist.  I gasped out, "Wait a second" and, letting go of
Robbie for a second, I pulled my swim suit down to my knees... Robbie did
the same and then we were right back in each other grasp, kissing and
rubbing our boners together.  It was too hot to continue doing it that way
so we went back to jerking each other off as we continued sucking each
other's mouth.  He blew his load of cum on my belly first, I returned the
favor ten seconds later... we had cum drooling out our boners and down our
bellies as we moaned and swapped spit and hugged each other's slim body.
Awesome, just awesome.  Our hands off each other's cocks now, we got up
tight against one another, our mixed cum all over our bellies and groin as
we squirmed against one another in ecstasy... I couldn't imagine anything
feeling better.  But, the glow fades rather quickly too and we realized
we'd been in his bedroom maybe ten minutes... if we stayed much longer we'd
need to think of an explanation.  This time is was Robbie with some common
sense and he broke away mumbling, "We better get cleaned up and head out
for the watermelon, don't ya think, Dylan?"  I'm like, "Huh? Oh, yeah.  We
should."  I was use to Willie making all the calls like that one. I'd just
relax and enjoy myself until Willie decides we need to do something else.
I guess I forgot my job in this duo of Robbie and me... I'm suppose to be
in charge here, I guess.

With our swimsuits still at our knees we stiff-legged back into the
bathroom to wash our bellies and cocks, but wound-up in each other's arms
again doing the make-out all over again.  I swear to God I'm not sure which
one of us started it.  Two minutes later we both had boners again, but
we're both breathing like we've got emphysema or something... rasping,
out-of-breath gulping for air as if we were over-stimulated and we probably
were.  We back our heads away, staring at one another, still hold the
other's waist breathing roughly for a few seconds and then break out
laughing.  I say, "This is fucking nuts, Robbie.  Somebody needs to
separate us before we kill each other." It just struck us as so funny that
we were in such heat for each other... it was out of control alright, but
fun. Still chuckling, we cleaned-up.  Robbie got his wallet, threw me one
of his T shirts to wear, pulled another T shirt over his head and we
thundered downstairs and out the backdoor. No one said a thing about us
taking fifteen minutes to brush our teeth.  We talked briefly with his
parents about the watermelon... they didn't want one as big as Robbie got
the last time because us boys got into that watermelon fight etc etc.  Then
we went over to see what Chubby and Dodger were up to and found them
bickering good-naturedly about how many points each race was worth.  We
watched two races and Dodger is amazingly fast.  It's a natural talent
mostly, but he has been swimming since he was three years old and he was
always ridiculously fast.  Chubby was laughing and cursing and saying these
first races don't count because he wasn't given a fair head-start. We left
them before their third race.  Those two are quite a pair and I thought
again about Dodger trying something with Chubby like he'd done with me.  I
wonder, I really wonder.

Robbie drove the pickup truck down their driveway and I light up a
cigarette for us to share.  We were quiet for a little bit and then Robbie
says, "Dylan, is our messing around together as much fun for you as it is
for me, do ya think?"  I go, "It really rocks, Robbie.  It's great."  Then
some more silence before he says, "You never said who you... you know, do
gay stuff with.  Chubby, maybe?"  I told him Chubby and me don't do
anything gay together, except a few times we jerked each other off.  Robbie
blew that off saying, "Oh christ, Dodger and I jerk off almost every night
together and sometimes he wacks me while I'm wacking him, but isn't that
normal for brothers?  You and Chubby are as close as brothers." Actually,
it's my strong opinion that it's not normal at all, but I didn't say that.
Instead I more or less agreed with him that it was normal ... what's the
sense throwing any negativity into our conversation at this point.

He goes, "OK, it's not Chubby, so who then?"  I only hesitated a few
seconds and then thought... Oh, what the hell, be truthful!  I told him the
truth about Carl, which flabbergasted him.  I told him about the three-way
with Carl, Larry and me too.  His mouth was hanging open and I was on a
roll so I told him about the four-way of Carl, Larry, Willie and me that
time in Carl's bedroom... at Carl's mother's birthday party no less.
Robbie was wide-eyed and wanted to hear every detail.  I didn't give all
the details and I didn't mention anything about submissive/dominant
behavior either.  I just glazed over it saying I don't think it's right to
tell tales out of school and that I wouldn't tell anyone details of him and
me either. He focused right in on Willie somehow.  It must have been the
way I talked about him so even though I promised myself not to, I told
Robbie about Willie. I admitted we were boyfriends and had been going out
on dates for a while now.  He was in awe... real gay boyfriends!  He asked
all about Willie, his looks, his school, what sex did we do the
most... stuff like that.  I kept the answers vague without skirting them
entirely.  We'd been at the farm stand fifteen minutes, sitting in the
parking lot talking about my sex life before I said, "Dude. enough about
me, let's get the fucking watermelon."  I'd emphasized a number of times
that Carl only brought me "out" to myself a few months back and that I
wasn't much more experienced then he, Robbie, was at this gay sex
phenomenon we were experimenting with.  Robbie was still looking up to me
as "the main man" though and for now that was fine because I did have the
experience edge on him for sure.

There were a number of people buying produce at this rather large farm
stand we'd driven to.  Along one side of the stand was a long metal tub
with chunks of ice floating in the water keeping a lot of watermelons ice
cold. Robbie and me wrestled one of the medium size watermelons out of the
water, dried it off, and I carried it to the cash register.  It cost eleven
dollars which seemed a lot to me and made me wonder how much Mr and Mrs
Dickers were spending on our barbecues every week. They're really great
folks to do this weekly dinner for us. Robbie and I secured the watermelon
in the half back-seat and we headed back to the house only to have Robbie
pull off a side road that had a sign reading "DEAD END".  I'm like, "What's
up Robbie?"  He goes, "What do ya mean, aren't you going to do, you
know... to me?  I brought a tube of vaseline."  This took me off guard
because we'd just wacked-off an hour or so ago, but right away I got
excited and said, "Is it safe to do it here?" Robbie assured me it was very
secluded as he slipped off his boardie swimsuit.  I gulped and pulled mine
down.  His penis was half a semi-stiffy and I wanted to suck it... I just
had to! I say, "Ah, Robbie, you might like this" and I had him scoot over
to my shotgun seat as I knelt on the floor between his legs in front of him
and fondled his penis a little bit saying, "I'm going to suck your cock for
ya, OK?"  His face was bright red as he tried to say something that came
out as a squeak, but he nodded his head "yes"... it was fine with him.  I
leaned down and holding his stiffening penis up I licked his balls all
under the scrotum down near his asshole.  His hole was very clean which
didn't surprise me at all.  I pulled on his legs a little till Robbie was
almost laying on that wide truck seat with his legs on either side of my
head... feet up against the dash board.  He went, "Ohhhh" as I licked near
his asshole and then up the bottom of his scrotum sucking his nuts into my
mouth.  He tasted like chlorine at first and the chlorine masked his
personal smell too which disappointed me some. Robbie's cock was as hard as
a cock can get by now so I used my tongue to push his sloppily wet nut bag
out of my mouth and lapped up the backside of his four inch boner and then
sucked the head into my mouth.  I like sucking young guys cock and that's
all there is to it.  If you're young, and preferably cute, I'm your cock
sucker, dude.  Well, even if you're not so cute, I'm still your cock
sucker!  It made me smile around his boner just thinking that thought.
Robbie's cock was so cool... I loved it and sucked it and licked it till he
groans, "I'm just about ready to cum, Dylan" so I reluctantly let his hard
boner slip out of my mouth and say, "How'd ya like that?"  He goes, "Oh
god, Dylan... I never had any idea it would be so hot or would feel so
good. I loved it!"

He had the tube of vaseline in his hand throughout the whole blow-job so it
was warmed up nicely.  I said, "Let's try it just like this" and I lubed
his hole, then my boner.  When I got fully up on my knees it was just the
right height... I pushed the head of my cock against his tight rosebud
hole, but Robbie was real tense and it was closed tight, so I said, "Relax
Robbie, just relax" and I played with his hole using the pad of my index
finger until it slid inside his ass and I slowly finger fucked him until he
was squirming on the seat of the pickup truck... he said, "Oh, I'm ready
now.  Please put your cock inside me... I'm so hot for you to fuck me
again.  Oh shit, Dylan, I'm all squirmy and my hole itches for you.  I
swear I never felt like this before."  I didn't tease him... I pushed
against his hole hard with my boner and went up inside him three inches at
least.  Robbie lifted right up off the seat using his arms to keep him up
for a few seconds before sitting back down.  I pushed in all the way then
and with a real red face he whispered "Ouch" but not like he was really in
pain. Leaning forward, toward his head... he leaned towards my head and our
lips met for a really sloppy kiss.  We almost spit saliva on each other's
face.  It wasn't really spitting as much as it was gasping.  Still the
saliva was spraying and our slippery faces were once again sliding against
each other, then our noses rubbed back and forth, back and forth, my cock
expanding inside him slightly as I got more and more aroused. Robbie really
turns me on.  And the way he is so obvious about how much he loves getting
fucked... it really stimulates my sex drive.  After a bit we stopped moving
our heads so that our lips and tongues could kiss and suck or each other's
mouth.  Spit was running down his and my chin until we both had to pull
away to blow out a long exhale, and then right away inhale a carload of
oxygen.  I straightened up then and pumped his hole ten times or so which
got him groaning and moaning and his head rolling back and forth on the
back of the seat.  "Oh God, that feels so good. Harder, Dylan!" With that
encouragement I slammed my damp crotch into his ass until both were sweaty
wet and making a smacking sound with each thrust... Robbie going, "ahh"
with each slapping sound.

Feeling my balls tightening up, I slowed down for a bit.  Robbie started
stroking his boner mumbling, "Faster, faster please... harder".  I got my
hands behind his thighs and pushed up which dragged the back of his head
down to lay totally on the seat and that move pushed his ass up in the air
so I could get up on my feet and hump down into his hole with full easy six
inch strokes.  Picking up speed with my thrusting, I knew I was going to
blow my load real soon but now I needed it badly and I was grunting and
making those whining sounds again as I got closer and closer to
climax. Robbie was frantically stroking that stubby boner of his and it was
a race to climax with me extending my arms, spreading his legs wide apart .
Robbie won the race as cum splattered up from his pee slit to pool on his
crumpled-up T shirt near his chest.  When he climaxed I knew what to expect
because I'd felt that vice-like grip his sphincter ring does to the shaft
of my boner once before, but still the tightness of it surprised me anyway
and I did that squeal I hate to do, but don't seem to be able to avoid. To
say it felt good is a great understatement... "Ohhhhhh" I go as cum shoots
inside Robbie's bowels "Ohhhhhh" for the second shot.  I fought the urge to
whimper, but it was such an awesome feeling that the sounds coming out of
me were beyond my control at the moment.  I got all those dots of light in
my vision and my entire body shuddered and shivered from my shoulders to my
toes.  I continued pumping his hole with my cum squishing out of him with
each smacking sound. We were basically a mess. By the time I was done
fucking him, the poor boy was almost bent in half with his legs spread wide
near the head rest at the top of the seat back and the back of his head
squirming around on the seat. Pulling out gave me another shudder ... I was
totally spent.  He gets me going crazy... it's nuts how carried away I get
fucking him. Robbie's face was of course still that bright red color that
hides his rosy cheek blotches, but he had a contented look and a half smile
and those eyes giving me that adoring stare again. Fuck, is he cute!  My
eyes were half closed and I felt exhausted, with my cock still hard I
flopped down beside Robbie, bumping my elbow on the steering wheel.  He let
his legs fall over to the passenger side door and slowly rustled around so
his ass was sitting in the seat instead of the back of his head... he got
right up next to me and took my hand to hold between both of his. It felt
nice to be holding hands, I like holding a boy's hand... Willie and I do it
whenever we can.  I had that damn guilty feeling again as soon as I thought
of Willie's name.  It's not fair to Robbie to let that show though so I
squeezed back on his hand and he laid his head on my shoulder and mumbled,
"I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm in love with you.  Don't yell
at me, I won't say it all the time, but I am... in love with you, I mean."
I said nothing because I didn't think I was anywhere near being in love
with Robbie.  I mean I love him, you know... as a sex buddy, as a friend,
like that.  Finally I said, "It's too soon for you to be in love with me,
Robbie... that's all I'm going to say about it except thank you for the
thought." Robbie mumbled, "I don't care if it's too soon, I'm in love with
you."

There are a world full of worse things a person can say to you so I leaned
over and kissed the side of his forehead and in a real low voice I said,
"You just might be the cutest boy I've ever seen in my long life down here
on earth" Robbie actually laughed and said, "No way, Dodger's cuter than
me, but other than that you're probably right" I liked that he wasn't too
serious, but he did add, "Thanks for saying that, however there are kids
cuter than me just in my homeroom."  I used his words and said, "I don't
care what you say, you're still cuter than any of them."  He laughed again
and said, "yeah, I guess you're right after all" and we kissed lightly for
a while.  I could have sat there next to him all night making out and
occasionally fucking him, but reality is always present so we got ourselves
fixed up as best we could.  Robbie's T shirt would not pass inspection with
all his cum shots on it so we used it to wipe his cum dripping asshole as
well as my cum drained cock and he drove us back to his house.  We were
able to get the watermelon on the table before anyone saw us and then it
was, "where the hell ya been?" from Dodger. Mr Dickers coming out of the
house hearing that, snapped, "Dodge, watch that mouth of yours!" and that
took away the questions about why we took so long.  Mr Dickers insist he
cut the watermelon and we all got big, long wedges.  It was so cold, sweet
and juicy!  Watermelon rocks!  especially if a boy needs cooling down after
sex like myself and my cute fuck-ee, Robbie Dickers, just experienced.

When Mr and Mrs Dickers were safely back inside, and in between slurps from
watermelon bites, Chubby told another one of his boss, Rickie's, jokes. "A
guy gets on a plane with six kids.  The woman across the aisle asked the
guy if all the kids were his.  He told her that 'no' they weren't.  He
worked for a condom company and these kids were customer complaints he
needed to resolve."  As usual Chubby tells it with a deadpan expression and
after the lame punchline, Dodger goes, "That might be the worse joke I've
ever fucking heard" and he throws his watermelon rhine at Chubby who ducks
and it splatters the side of Robbie's head and the food fight was on.
Watermelon fight number two.  We are very immature sometimes, but it's so
much fun to act like a ten year old. Later we cleaned up the splattered
watermelon pretty well and all four of us went back in the pool.  Robbie
was doing more hugging of my slippery wet body then wrestling but I wasn't
complaining.  Dodger and Chubby groped my nuts and squeezed by penis but I
stayed soft, me fucking Robbie had satisfied me for the moment.  An hour
from now, I can't promise that will still be the case, but right now it was
a peaceful feeling.  I felt great!  Just like the last time we were here
before our vacation, the mosquitoes drove us out of the water and into the
house to dry off.  Roll our swim suits in our towel and put on our shorts
and T shirts.  Chubby and me thanked the Dickers profusely and Robbie drove
us home with Dodger insisting he needed to sit on my lap instead of using
the half back-seat.  He had a hard boner almost from the start so I don't
think he had done to Chubby what he did to me that time in the pool.
Everyone was in a real friendly frame of mind, tired, but happy.  Me and
Robbie especially.

Chubby and I sat out on the front steps sharing a Marlboro Light after the
Dickers boys pulled away.  I was thinking about my sexy night with sexy
Robbie and about my guilty conscience because I'd cheated again on the boy
I love... yes, again!  Willie, who's never done anything but be wonderfully
caring to me, not to mention incredibly generous.  Willie, who has loved me
for these past couple of months and asks for very little in return.  Oh
sure, he wants me to be submissive to him but that's mostly in his head,
not in reality too much.  He's taught me so much about gay relations and
gay sex and I fell in love with him, so why do I cheat on him every chance
I get?  I want to give myself an out, use one of Chubby's rationalization
techniques, but I'm not too good at fooling my heart of hearts... trying to
fool myself doesn't always work for me. I need to have someone to confide
in, someone who cares for me... like Chubby, but I'm afraid to tell him I'm
gay.  It's because of what Rickie might be putting Chubby through.  Maybe
Chubby will hate all gay kids because of his "Rickie experience", whatever
that might be. On the other hand if I just blurt out, "I'm gay", then the
cats out of the bag and we'd need to discuss it. That's what I want to
do... blurt it out.  That's what I'm going to do right now.  I'm so
nervous, but I don't care, I'm going to do it.  I say, "Ah, Chubby, I, I
mean..." He says, "Huh? Oh, I'm really in a fog here, Dylan... sorry. Hey,
somethings been on my mind and I got to ask you about it."  I'm like, "Ask
me something? What?"  He says, "Did Robbie take you to a dead end road and
ask you to do something with him?  Ya know, when you went for the
watermelon ... I'm kinda interested if he tried it with you too, or just
with me..." I go, "Huh? Who?..........


to be continued..........

Donny Mumford         thinat20@yahoo.com