Date: Thu, 22 May 2008 07:33:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DyLAN'S  DILEMMA   Part 5               by Donny Mumford

  ******************   DYLAN'S DILEMMA  Part 5  *******************

			     chapter 1  of  3


Taking a bath is a recently-reacquired indulgence.
Since accepting that I'm gay,  after some yummy sex I
like to soak in a bath whenever I can.  It's a
terrific place for contemplation... I'm big on
contemplating stuff.  I contemplate all kinds of
different things about my life... occasionally I'll do
it until I give myself a headache.  Some might call
some of my contemplating "worrying".  Anyway, most of
my contemplating has to do with boys... how much I
admire the way they look and the way they act.  I've
also been doing some contemplating about the uniquely
complicated aspects of gay interrelationships in
general...  I've got a lot to learn there.   After a
bit of that, I go right back to contemplating about
boys again.

There's a funny thing about baths in my past... my
best friend Chubby and me use to take one together
every night when we were kids... oh. my!... that was
fun!   In those days we'd hug and even kiss each other
and sometimes we'd say "I love Chubby" or "I love
Dylan".  Huh..sweet, then, of course,  we got to be
age seven or thereabout and you can't do or say stuff
like that anymore.  Too bad.  Of course, until
recently I never actually contemplated this kind of
thing and in those long ago baths neither Chubby nor I
contemplated anything... except maybe our belly
buttons... and our little peckers.

Oh well, that was then and this is now... and speaking
of "now", I'm pretty much committed to no more of Tom
the Marine.  We're quits, although to be honest here,
I didn't actually tell him that in so many words.
It's just that the only way we're likely to get
together again is if I email him and arrange it, which
I seriously doubt I'm going to do. I never told him
that I would in the first place, but I'll bet he
thinks I will.   My rear... or as Carl and Larry call
it, my "boy-pussy", is sore from Tom sticking two
inches of his boner in me back there... not fucking
me, he just stuck it in me for a second or two so I'd
know how it felt...ouch!

The Marine, he has to be bi and that's OK by itself,
but there are other aspects of him that are simply too
weird so I'm doing the right thing scratching him off
my list.  Then there's Carl who brought me out to my
gay nature... and he's taught me a lot about being gay
since then too.  Through Carl I've met his cousin from
Maine, Larry... and through him I found my favorite
gay friend, Willie.  See how it goes?  If I didn't
know Carl, I'd never have met Willie.  Willie is more
like the kind of gay kid I've been looking for... I
think.

Even I've figured out that there's something wrong
with Willie's relationship with Larry... and the same
can be said about me and Carl, so something needs to
change there.   But on the other hand, the possibility
of me seeing much of Carl in the future is quite
limited, so maybe nothing has to change.  There's a
chance he'll actually invite me to Maine for a weekend
or two, but at summer's end he's off to college in New
Jersey.  That'll be pretty much sayonara for him and
opens-up some real possibilities for me with Willie...
except for Larry, who is Willie's roommate at prep
school, and who Willie looks up to.  Hmmmm?
Complicated.

Oops, that's going to have to do it for my
contemplating right now because the water in my bath
has gotten too cool.  I pulled the plug and let it
drain.  When the tub was almost empty I turned on the
shower with a lot of hot water... that felt real good.
 Things are looking OK at the moment for me...
tomorrow is the last day of school, after which Robbie
Dickers is coming over my house for a haircut. That
should be fun,  and it's an opportunity to get to know
him better too.  Then the next day I start my new
job...  seven dollars an hour, cutting grass for the
Dicker's landscaping company.

Finally done with both my bath and shower... wearing
only a pair of clean shorts and a T shirt,  I bumbled
around the house waiting for Chubby to get home from
work.  He showed up on time tonight, but was grumpy
and irritable. Lately, that's the way he is after
work.  I'm the opposite... feeling good, clean, and
satisfied... I'm in a great mood.   So, because I'm
his best friend, and I'm one hell of a good guy too, I
began acting like a one man cheer-leading squad... my
mission,  make Chubby  smile... get him  happy.  For
the next ten minutes I was a whirlwind of positive
energy.... incredibly clever and funny... I thought.

It wasn't easy bringing him out of his foul mood, but
after some of my witty banter and clever repartee,
success!... he said, "Dylan, if you tell one more
cornball joke... if you pat my back or rub my fucking
head one more time... if you try tickling me at all,
anywhere... if you pretend to air kiss me even once
more... or if you do any fucking thing  except be real
quiet, I'll kill you.  I swear to God I'll hit you
over the fucking head with that toaster till you're so
dead nothing can save you.  I'll pick up this table
and whack the top of your head till my arms fall
off....  OK? ... OK?"  I said, "Oh my God... I've
succeeded in bringing you out of your shell!  And, may
I say ... you are very cute when you're acting all
smiley and happy like this."

Naturally that led to a wrestling match and even
though it got me all sweaty again, I loved every
second of it.  In the beginning he really was pissed
off, but we ended up wrapped tight together in crazy
wrestling holds, breathing hard,  with the sides of
our faces pressed against one another... red and
sweaty and wonderful. I know him real well and I could
tell he was over his bad mood by now.  He caught his
breath and said, "Give up?" and I said, "Never!"   I
said never because I wanted to stay like this for a
very long time.  Then I began getting a boner and I
didn't want him to notice it so I meekly said, "Oh..
OK, I give" and Chubby let me up.

"I was just trying to cheer you up, Chubby".  He said,
"Yeah, I know you were... and you did a good, although
somewhat annoying, job of it too. And,  I was just
kidding about killing you... mostly."  I told Chubby
that this is good news... changing his mind about
killing me.  He mumbled, "I can always change my mind"
and he rubbed my hair messing up my do.  Then he had
an idea, "Hey! let's get some fresh air... go for a
walk? Off we went, smoking and walking close together
so we'd rub shoulders every few steps.  It wasn't
walking the way Willie likes to walk with me, his arm
around my waist... but it was a pretty good way to
walk just the same.  We didn't talk much, we were just
enjoying being with each other.

Next morning there was excitement in the air... the
last school day of our Junior year was finally here.
On the way to school I asked Chubby if he was sorry
the school year was over.  It was a beautiful June
morning and we were sharing a Marlboro Light as we
walked, like we always do.  Chubby says, "This school
year?  Hmmm... I liked walking to school with you, and
I liked hanging with the kids once I get there, and I
liked Math,  but other than that, I'm glad it's over".
 He was real thoughtful about his comments... then
followed with this tidbit, "Coca-Cola was originally
green ya know.. did ya know that?"  I was dumbstruck
for a second at this outlandish non sequitur, but
regained my sense enough to give him a crossed-eyed
look and say, "Duh, who don't know that..."  He said,
"You are such a dick sometimes" and, with a little
smile, he squeezed my hand like he often does...  my
dick moved in my shorts.

As we were finishing our second shared cigarette, both
of us tried to remember when it was we'd gotten hooked
on these things in the first place.  It was last
summer when we were concerned about not looking cool
enough during our vacation in Wildwood, New Jersey.
Wildwood, by the way, is the ocean and beach and
boardwalk vacation spot extraordinaire for teenage
boys.  Chubby and I had noticed a lot of the cool boys
who were strutting up and down the boardwalk smoked
cigarettes... looking tough and oh-so-cool.  Well,
we're cool too so we bought a pack of the same brand
cigarette those boys smoked, and after getting sick a
couple of times, we learned how to inhale and the rest
is history.  We're extra cool for sure, but we got
this fucking habit now too, and we can't seem to get
rid of it... and it's expensive.  Sometimes being cool
sucks.

We finished off that second cigarette before entering
school grounds and we were now just chillin... waiting
for the bell.  I was leaning up against the stone wall
separating the school from the busy traffic... just
staring at him.  Chubby was leaning against the gate
across from me... the sun hit his face  like a
spotlight.  I think he's beautiful. I didn't think
that the first seventeen years of my life... well, up
until a couple months ago I didn't.  But now I
recognize the error in my perception, Chubby is a
beautiful boy.

Maybe he is a little short at five feet, six inches
but that don't bother me a bit.  He's very slim like
me, but he has the hottest, toned, well defined,
hairless body of anyone his size on the planet.
Great, great, great ass too... two excellent firm half
melon buttocks.  I've seen him naked too many times to
count,  and the smooth skin on his ass cheeks is just
as smooth as the skin on his face cheeks... and just
as hairless.  I'd like to kiss the cheeks both
places... and then grab a handful of his ass in both
my hands...

I stare at Chubby a lot now...  he use to stare at me
all the time too, but not so much anymore.  Somehow
we've managed to change roles... that change happened
after we got beat-up together some months ago.  Chubby
got hurt pretty bad and I started thinking about life
without him and my feelings for him kept escalating
till now I'm in love with him.  That's about it in a
nutshell.  He doesn't know it of course.  What a
wonderful boy he is... and not just his unique looks
either, although they're something to see alright. His
pale-tan complexion is so creamy smooth  and healthy
looking I want to lick it... kiss it...smell it. Oh
man!  That Chubby!

Yeah, Chub's got that beautiful skin, but I've got
parents of English and Irish decent so my complexion
is pale... to go with my light blond hair... well, I'd
have to say the hair looks awful good.  Chubby and me
both have brown eyes... and our Moms say they sparkle,
 and that sparkly eyes means there's a lot of
intelligence behind those eyes. We roll our sparkly
eyes when we hear BS like that, but our Moms have
always been big fans of ours so they can say what they
want.  The four of us are sort of like a family.  Two
Moms and two boys... what's wrong with this picture?

Chubby's got dark brown, thick, silky hair that I like
to comb and cut... that is, when he doesn't get it
buzzed off.  We've been giving each other haircuts for
years.  His hair has finally grown in some recently,
following that unfortunate "Ricky" haircut,  and he
can now comb it down on top,  it still bristles up at
the crown  though and I like to feel those bristly
hairs when I get the chance.  The sun shining on his
face was striking his hair as well and it shined,
looking so clean and dry and soft.  It's fun staring
at him... his facial features are small except for his
eyes... they're big, but not bulgy or anything.
Smallish nose, ears, and that cute chin... regular
mouth with slightly puffy lips... lips that lately
I've been dreaming about kissing.  Oh hell, I'm a
happy camper whenever I'm with Chubby... no matter
what we're doing.  When he gives me that little smile
with the super white teeth and that pink tongue
flashing by real quickly... and those dimples... man,
that makes me smile.

We can be like this, totally doing nothing, just
standing in the school yard... not talking or
anything, and it's wicked relaxing ... with him it is.
 Then the warning bell blares out and interrupts my
thoughts... I take a deep breath of resignation and we
wander, side by side,  in the school's main entrance
on our way to separate homerooms.  I hardly see Chubby
during the school day because... well, it just worked
out that way.  We didn't get assigned to the same
classes, but maybe we'll be luckier next year.  Before
we split up, Chubby squeezes my hand and says, "Later"
and I just nod and smile at him as he saunters coolly
down the hall and disappears in among the throng of
noisy kids.  Everyone's extra hyper on the last day of
school.  Sitting in my home room I was wondering if
Chubby can ever "see" my feelings of love for him
somehow.  At times those feelings are so strong it's
almost like I can hear them so maybe he can see
something.

Later in the day, which was dragging something
terrible, someone goosed me in the hall in between
classes... I whip around ready to fight, but it's
Dodger and he's looking mighty cute.  He says, "Oh,
it's you, Dylan.  With an ass that hot I thought I was
goosing a chick."  Just the smirky look on his face
made me laugh.  I say, "Sup. dude?" and Dodger says,
"Nothing, man. Hey, can I come over with Robbie to
your place after school.  I need a haircut too...a
fresh buzz cut."  Without answering,  I surprised him
by getting him in a headlock and,  knuckling the top
of his head, I say, "You think I'd cut this hair?  You
must be going postal."  He says, "Awww, come on,
Dylan.  You never want to do anything with me."

The bell rang so I said, "Of course I do, dude.  Sure,
 come over with your brother.  I was just breaking
your balls a little, that's all.  See you later,
Dodger!"  Dodger's like, "Cool, Dylan!"  Then he ran
for his class.  While sneaking unnoticed into my class
late I had to smile from ear to ear.  Both the Dickers
brothers this afternoon for haircuts!  WOW, it's
almost too much "heat" at one time to trust myself
with.  Oh God, if only somehow, by some miracle, by
some bit of magic, or twist of fate... if those two
could be gay, or if even one of them is gay, oh my God
would this summer rock like rock concert then!

OK, so I've got two cute boys to give haircut to this
afternoon... that rocks pretty good right there.  I've
always enjoyed cutting Chubby's hair and never gave a
thought as to why,  until recently that is. Now I'm
thinking it's a sensual thing and I simply wasn't able
to recognize it for what it was before now.  The
intimate touching of course is part of it, but more
than that it's the submissive posture of the boy
getting his hair cut... just sitting there and letting
me cut his hair pretty much the way I want to, me
moving his head a little forward or backwards or to
the side if I choose... whatever I want, he complies.
That's a bit of a turn-on for me... I realized this
just recently.

Things seem obvious once you let yourself see them
clearly... see then as they actually are.  I've had so
many filters distorting my point of view from
childhood... you know, preventing me from seeing
things as they are.  It's a fact,  we're taught from
an early age, through subtle ways, how the world
SHOULD be... how my world should be, and how it's
wrong if my world is some other way. So... our
subconscious mind puts up defensive filters that only
allow us to see things the way we've been taught we
should, instead of seeing them as they actually are.


These subtle teachings of the ways of the world are
not done maliciously at all...  usually it's done with
the best of intentions, and done mostly by those that
love us the best.  It's a societal thing.  I'm not
bitter, but maybe a little wistful because I'd like to
have been able to appreciate the look and feel and
smell of the many boys in my world before this.  I've
been surrounded by boys all through the school years,
and I've simply ignored them until just recently.  But
that's changed now and I'll choose to look at this
glass as half full because now I have finally come to
see my true nature, without the filtering, and I can
now  enjoy all those hot boys..  This is another
example of my habit of contemplating,  and I admit
it... I've given myself the beginning of popsicle
headache, so I better give it a rest..

Classes finally over... Robbie and I met Dodger at our
lockers.  The brothers did that same quick hug thingie
and quick-as-a-flash kiss on the lips when they met...
just like they did that time at their pool.  Obviously
it's their routine greeting for each other.  Wish
they'd adopt that greeting for me too... and, while
I'm at it... how about if Chubby adopts it as his
greeting for me too.  Hot damn!  After their "hello"
the three of us walked slowly to the gymnasium.
Robbie had what he called a quick "break-up" meeting
with the baseball team.   He was one of the stars on
the team this past year... it was being held there in
the high school gym.  They'd give out a few awards and
elect team captains for next year and so on.

It was only suppose to take twenty minutes or so and
since it was for team members only,  Dodger and I
decided to wait for Robbie in the empty gym locker
room.  I sat on a bench in front of one row of lockers
facing away from the lockers and Dodger sat on the
opposite bench the same way, facing me.  Our knees
touched as Dodger vented about how he wanted to work
this summer cutting grass with Robbie and me... and
how it sucked that his parents wouldn't let him do it
till next year... and whine, whine whine.  I pretended
to listen, but mostly I enjoyed touching bare knees
with him.

The locker room was empty except for us... it was
spookily quiet in there.  Dodger's whining voice made
almost an echo in the empty space so he began speaking
quieter and quieter until, by the time he ran out of
things to say,  his voice was a stage whisper.  We
both looked around at the emptiness in silence.  It
was weird... the two of us just siting there in that
big quiet locker room... facing each other, less than
two feet apart.  Awkward for me and maybe Dodger too
because he began biting the nail of his middle finger,
 making a low wet-mouth sound as he did it.  I'd had
that nail biting habit as a young teen and what a
bitch it was to break away from it.  At his house that
time I had explained to Dodger how I'd finally broke
the habit, but he wasn't interested in it himself...
he said he liked biting his nails.

Staring at him gnawing on a nub of fingernail it
became hypnotic to me and it brought back memories of
my own habit... I'd bite one nail down to the quick
and continue getting tiny pieces to spit out for
fifteen minutes after that.  Dodger wasn't looking at
me... after a while I'm not sure he even remembered
that I was there.  He was fixated on biting that
fingernail and on nothing else... his adorable face
was a mask of concentration.  My lips were parted as I
stared in fascination... the silence, except for the
wet biting sounds, went on for a few more minutes and
then Dodger slowly rolled his eyes up to look into
mine.  I stared back at him,  panting little
breaths...  he stopped biting and began sucking on the
end of that finger.  Ever so deliberately, while we
continued staring into each other's eyes... he took
his finger, dripping with spit, and reached it over to
my mouth.

His wet middle finger touched my bottom lip and he
held it there doing tiny nods of his head up and
down... his saliva from the finger drooled down my
chin.  In a trance-like state I slowly raised my hand
to take hold of his wrist and held his hand right
there at my mouth...after a few seconds my lips opened
a tiny bit wider and I pushed that bitten-nailed,
spit-dripping, finger in my mouth.  I was panting
faster now.. little puffs of breath through my nose as
I went into my long-ago fingernail biting mode.  It's
like riding a bike... you never forget how.  I
adjusted my head slightly to the side and got my
bottom teeth just right so that my top teeth could
gnaw a tiny nub of nail off Dodger's finger and then
spit it out the other side of my mouth.  I got right
into the ritual of fingernail biting as if I'd never
stopped... I even took that nail down to the quick and
spit out a nub of his finger's quick.

My concentration was intense now too, just like
Dodger's had been... a few minutes later, and only as
an after thought,  I lifted my eyes to look at Dodger
the way he'd done to me.  Now it was his turn to stare
at me transfixed,  with his lips parted and the tip of
his pink tongue showing between those perfect lips.
What a cute face... with his fuzzy growing-in buzz cut
hair, and those shiny brown eyes... all together he
was so yummy it made me gasp.  Without changing facial
expressions he very slowly picked up my other hand,
which I left limp for him... I knew instinctively what
he was going to do, and for some strange reason,
wanting him to do it.   With a steady calmness he
brought my hand up to his mouth and sucked my index
finger inside the wet warmth.... his tongue lapped,
and his mouth sucked the fingernail over and over.  I
was hypnotized by Dodger.

When his tongue had softened my nail sufficiently he
got the big top piece of the nail between his top and
bottom teeth and the entire top of the nail came off
in one rip... a big piece of my nail was then spit out
the side of his mouth.  It hit and stayed on the
locker room bench, about three feet down from me.  It
was a pretty big piece of shiny wet fingernail... that
use to be attached to my finger.  Dodger was then into
precision bites of my nail getting it roughly down to
the quick.  Finished with that finger he went to the
middle one next and began sucking and licking the nail
in preparation for it's removal.  I had a boner so
hard you could break it off and hammer it into a
tree... if you wanted to.

For a while now I'd just had Dodger's finger in my
mouth sucking on it, not biting it.  I was too intent
on watching Dodger, fascinated with his apparent sense
of purpose....   All of a sudden a vivid image
appeared in my head...  I pictured Chubby sitting
naked on the closed toilet lid in our half bath,
Dodger on his knees in front of him with Chubby's big
toe in his mouth.  Dodger sucking and tonguing that
big toe's toenail to get it soft enough to chew off.
It's a vision of Chubby's foot fetish...  carried to a
higher level. Chubby's head back, his eyes closed, and
his lips tight together,  moaning slightly in ecstasy
while humping his naked crotch up off the toilet seat
lid as Dodger ripped that big toenail off in one
piece..    Sperm arching from Chubby's almost five
inch boner, once, twice and another spurt as he
groaned quietly with pleasure... Jesus! What a vision.

Abandoning that fantasy for my reality one, I watched
the real life Dodger chew off and  spit out my finger
nails one by one.  He had four nails chewed off pretty
much, but they weren't nearly chewed down enough to
satisfy a nail biting enthusiast like Dodger.... it
was simple a matter of available time.   If he had
twenty minutes a nail he'd get each one down to the
low level of his own fingernails, which were at or
just below the quick.  First though, he just wanted to
get the large pieces taken care of.

My head felt over-heated, sweaty, heavy... and my
breathing was shallow and then there's that hard boner
of mine... it was all a very pleasurable, dreamy state
of mind for me...  but, a little scary too.  Dodger
had just finished off the nail of my little finger and
had my thumb in his mouth when we heard a loud yell or
cheer, and then the locker room doors burst open way
over near the showers.   Dodger's eyes opened wide and
then we both took back possession of our hands and
jumped up off the benches... the spell was broken.
We froze there and looked at each other for a second
... Dodger horsely whispered, "You're so cool Dylan.
You're the coolest dude I ever met".  I stared at him
with my lips parted.... like coming out of a trance.

Robbie shouted, "Guys, lets go.  Move your asses,
schools out!"... we went over to join Robbie.  Walking
down the hallway toward the high school's main
entrance... leaving the building for the last time
this year, we heard...  "See ya next year mother
fuckers"... someone on the baseball team had shouted
out that vulgar goodbye... and then other shouts about
this and that followed.  I was still partially in that
trance.  My fingernail-chewed left hand was hidden
away in the side pocket of my cargo shorts... it felt
so strange not to have fingernails again.  I scratched
the inside of my pocket with the bare pads of my
fingers and everything felt differently now. ..it was
weird.

Dodger had the finger that I'd been chewing back in
his own mouth, sucking on a drop of blood from the
quick that I'd bitten too closely.  Every once in a
while he'd roll his pretty eyes over to look at  me
from the side and smirk around the finger he was
sucking ... giving me a look that I couldn't
interpret.  I used the hand in my pocket, the one with
no fingernails, to hold my boner sideways in my shorts
as I smirked back at him... our eyes eventually smiled
nicely at each other.  Then as we walked off campus
and I had this thought... what the fuck am I going to
tell Chubby about my chewed fingernails?

Robbie talked about the "break-up" session he'd just
had... he was voted one of next year's co-captains and
was in a great frame of mind.  It's hard to believe he
was once kind of shy because now he was very outgoing
with me.  He wanted me to talk about how I learned to
cut hair and how short did I think his haircut should
be.  We bantered back and forth, just Robbie and me...
Dodger laughing at something funny we might say, but
mostly he just chewed his fingernail and walked beside
us saying nothing.  Half way home Dodger shocked me
again by putting his hand in my pocket.  I had my
fingernail-less hand in my left pocket and Dodger had
his left hand in my right pocket.  I said, "What the..
?"  Robbie looked over and casually explained, "Oh,
that's how Dodger makes himself stop biting his
fingernails.  I'm glad you're here or he'd have his
hand in my pocket."

It was a chuckle to those two, but my dick was
achingly hard again.  I tried to keep my boner away
from my right pocket area but Dodger was doing
everything he could to push the hanging pocket over
between my legs.  He giggled when I felt the pads of
his fingers, through the pocket's material, rubbing my
boner.   Dodger leaned to me and stage whispered, "I'm
telling that you have a boner in your pants".  Robbie
heard and those two started laughing, it was all so
silly... I laughed too.   Even after the laughing,
Dodger still wouldn't stop rubbing my hard cock.
Before we got home I had a wet precum spot on the
front of my cargo shorts.  That made them both laugh
again with me blushing a dark red color... sweat
popping out on my forehead.    Jesus... these two are
a handful.

Dodger took his hand out of my pocket as we went
inside my air conditioned house.  Generally speaking,
I was feeling very hot so the cool room was quite a
relief.  Since they both already knew about my precum
spot so I didn't bother to change into another pair of
shorts. I was feeling self conscious about my chewed
fingernails though, so I did my best to keep it away
from Robbie's view while getting us all a coke.  After
taking a big gulp of Coke,  for some reason I did one
of Chubby's factoids, "Did ya know that Coke use to be
green when it was first introduced?"  Dodger said,
with that world famous boyish grin on his face, "What
a load of shit that is"  which made me realize I
couldn't back the factoid up so I just said, "Oh
yeah?"

Why did I even bring that stupid thing up?  I know
why... it's because Dodger has me all fucked up in my
head, that's why... he's worth the trouble though.
Staring at them I'm thinking... WOW, are they cool
looking boys.   Robbie's my size... five foot, ten
inches and about a hundred, thirty pounds.  Dodger's
about Chubby's size which is five foot six inches and
a hundred fifteen pounds.  Both brothers are slim,
obviously.. but they still managed to have naturally
well built bodies.  It's a "genes' thing, you got em'
or you don't... they do.  Robbie has the blond hair
and blue eyes... Dodger has the brown hair and brown
eyes and is proportionately smaller that Robbie, but
other than that... they're like identical twins... who
happened to be born two years apart.  They'll make you
do a double take the first couple of times you see
them together.

Really nice boys too... super cool...  they like to
mess around having fun as much as the next guy...
especially Dodger, but mostly real nice boys!  They
both have the pinkish white skin with those rosy
blotches in their cheeks.  Natural, little boy grins
with the dimples and all that... a seemingly shy
quality... until they get to know ya.  Blushing pink
bow lips with the ultra pink mouths and white teeth...
their top teeth have a very slight separation between
all of them.  Huck Finn, or something.  They look
wicked clean all the time because of their great
coloring.  It was fun just looking at them actually
... oh, and they smelled good too.  What can I say...
I was happy to know them and happy to be with them and
excited about giving them haircuts.  Life is good...

We stopped at my room so I could exchange my school
Polo shirt for a T shirt.  Dodger went right over and
flopped on my bed.  He pulled my pillow out from under
the bedspread and smelled it... "It smells just like
you, Dylan" and he lay his head on it and pretended to
go to sleep. He likes to play the "spoiled brat" act
sometimes, but only in a funny way.   I said, "You can
take a nap little boy while I'm giving your big
brother his haircut"  but Dodger goes, "Oh no you
don't!  I want to watch Robbie get all his beautiful
hair cut off".  Then down to the finished basement we
go to do just that.  I carried one of the kitchen bar
stools with me for the boys to sit on while I cut
their hair.

Chubby and I give each other haircuts in the little
powder room, but that's too tight for three of us so I
set the kitchen stool in the tiled area near the
washer dryer.  Hair is easy to sweep off tile like in
the laundry area or the powder room half bath, but a
bitch to sweep up off a carpet like the finished part
of our basement has.  Sitting on the stool,  Robbie's
head was a perfect height for me... just below eye
level. He did have beautiful hair, just like Dodger
said...I'm not bragging, but it's my shade of blond...
real light with streaks of darker blond.   Robbie's
hair is different in one way though... it has a lot
more curl than mine.

Combing through it to get out any tangles, I
thought... I never had hair this long in my whole
life.  Then I thought about Willie who has that over
the ear hairstyle, and how about Larry... Larry's hair
was straight down to his chin level, all around his
head.  It looked stupid if you ask me.  Robbie's hair
wasn't as long as either of those guys... when it was
frizzy from damp weather or something it almost looked
like a very long, blond Afro... almost.  While I was
getting the clippers, scissors, and trimmer out,
Robbie says, "I'd better take off my shirt so I don't
get all those itchy hair clippings on it" and he
pulled his shirt over his head.  I was standing right
next to him when he did it and a nice wave of warm air
from under his shirt, smelling so sexily of Robbie,
floated over me.  Yum!

I'd already seen his hot smooth hairless body when I
was at his place for a swim that time, but I looked
again because Robbie's special.  He's a natural
athlete and he's got the body to prove it...  all the
flowing subtle muscular definition I wish I had.  The
perfect male form for a seventeen year old boy and I
knew Dodger had a slightly smaller and slightly hotter
version of the same exact perfect male form.  I bit my
bottom lip and took it all in for just two seconds...
I didn't want to get caught staring.

Chubby and I use a piece of old  bed sheet we'd cut-up
as a barber's cape, but Robbie didn't want it around
him... just in his lap, "This will keep the hair off
my shorts, Dylan, but I don't want it around my neck.
I'd rather feel the hair slide off my shoulders and
down my back and all... that'll be cool.  Ya know?"
Well, actually... no, I didn't know, but I shrugged
and said, "I'm good with that".  He'd told me earlier
to cut his hair the way mine was cut and he'd see how
that style looked on him... he may even want to go
shorter.  Dodger had his ipod headset on and sat on
the clothes dryer, right in front of us, listening to
tunes and watching me cut his brothers hair. Damn!  Is
he cute... I need to concentrate on the haircut
though, not Dodger.

I could have gone right to the clippers and been done
with the haircut in ten minutes, but I wanted to have
fun ... so, to stretch it out, I started with the
comb, scissors and finger technique.  That's the one
where I comb a batch of his hair in between my index
and middle fingers and hold it in place to be sliced
off with the scissors.  This way I get to feel all of
Robbie's hair and touch his scalp and touch his
forehead and all kinds of good stuff like that.  It's
fun having this cute boy acting submissive and under
my control for a few minutes.  I could kind of see the
attraction that Tom the Marine... and, for that
matter, Carl and Larry, have for being dominant to me.
 It's not nearly the same thing with the haircut, of
course... just a taste of it.

Then, just to entertain myself I said, "Sit up
straight, Robbie... I need to reach all over your
head".  Robbie straightened his posture and I
pretended I wasn't satisfied and said, "Here, sit back
on the stool and sit-up straighter than that".  Robbie
turned his head with a questioning look because of my
tone of voice, probably... he did his best to comply.
I nodded my head authoritatively when he'd looked back
at me, as if I meant business.  Heh heh, then I smiled
to myself and suppressed a laugh... it was fun being
the dominant one.  Maybe I'll switch roles sometime.
Probably not though, I don't feel confident enough
about myself for that role.  All the same, it's fun
pretending.

All settled in now... time to begin.   I did a couple
more comb throughs pulling hair between my fingers for
practice.  I used my left hand to hold the clumps of
hair and the fingers on that hand looked so strange
without fingernails.  Then glancing from my fingers to
Dodger, he knew what I was looking at... he looked
back at me and licked his lips, blushing slightly when
he did it.  Then he followed the blush with a defiant
look... as if he were implying, "hey, you wanted them
chewed" or something like that.  I did a little smile
to that everything's Ok...  to that he nodded toward
my other hand.  I shook my head 'no' but he gave me a
knowing look and nodded his head 'yes'... I hope he
was kidding.  Robbie wasn't paying attention to us, he
was watching MTV on our big screen TV at the other end
of the room.

The first batch of Robbie's hair combed between my
fingers was from the front of his head.  I got all the
hairs halfway across his forehead between my two
fingers ready to be cut off... they were long hairs
and hung over my index finger to lay back down on
Robbie's forehead.  Closing the scissors just above my
fingers caused a batch of four inch long shiny light
blond hair to lazily tumble down from his head to
bounce off his bare chest and  land in Robbie's lap.
He made a swallowing sound in his throat and a little
gasp, but he kept his head still for me.  Left behind
was an inch of bangs laying flat on the left side of
his forehead... hair so short it wasn't curly anymore.


I looked with a grin at Robbie's new one inch bangs
and the way they contrasted with the remaining five
inch long hairs along the other half of his hairline.
Casually combing those long hairs up between my
fingers I closed the scissors on them too, a subtle
"crunch" sound ensued and all the rest of those hairs
were cut loose and lazily joined the first group
adding to a pile of beautiful boy's hair in Robbie's
lap.  All the way across his forehead now there
remained only one inch long straight bangs where just
a few seconds ago five inches of curly hair had been
hiding almost all of Robbie's forehead... not anymore.
 So cool...

More hair combed between my fingernail-less fingers...
then crunch after crunch goes the scissors as they
sliced through Robbie's hair.  Damn, this was fun.
Dodger stared at my haircutting with wide eyes and
lips slightly parted... a sliver of saliva connected
between his top lip and his bottom one.  I looked at
him with a wry smirk, but he didn't notice... he was
completely absorbed in watching me cut off almost all
of his brothers hair.  From time to time Dodger groped
himself, but he's a fifteen years old boy, and at that
age boys are always playing with themselves.  At
fifteen I always was, in any case.

It took ten minutes to cut down all Robbie's hair to
the same length of about an inch.  Then I used the
clippers that I could have used in the first place.
With a half inch comb on the clippers I ran them half
way up the back of Robbie's head and then the sides...
and then blended the hair from a half inch length to
the inch long hairs on top.  A little neatening-up
with the scissors and the final result was a haircut
like the one I had.  Robbie could choose to comb it
down on top and up in front or spike it on top all
over...cool.  Last thing was to use the fine toothed,
trimmer, clippers to edge around his ears and taper at
the neck a little.  Robbie was now very spiffy
looking, if you like "preppy"... which I do.

During Robbie's haircut, at times I cupped the palm of
my hand under his chin moving his head back... or I
palmed the crown of his head moving his head
forward... or I'd grab hold of his shoulders while I
leaned close to his head to say something that would
make Robbie laugh or nod his head... and when he did,
I'd have to instruct him firmly, "Keep your head still
Robbie".  All kinds of stuff like that... what a good
time I had.  When I was near his head to mumble
something to him I would just about swoon at the
boyish odor of him... his hair smelled like clean,
boy's hair... just like it should, no perfumed shampoo
or anything like that.  It was awesome.

Before I was satisfied that the haircut was completed,
I stood in front of him with a concerned look on my
face, trying not to grin, and... holding his chin
between my thumb and index finger I moved his head
this way and that.  I was pretending to be sure both
sides were even... of course, since I used the same
attachment on the clippers for both sides, how could
they be anything else but even?  I was just goofing
around and dragging the process out a little more.
Robbie finally said he was anxious to look at his new
hairdo so I gave him a handheld mirror and he said,
"Oh man, you're good, dude!  WOW, this is so cool" and
he took the handheld mirror into the powder room to
look in that mirror, checking out the back of his head
 by using both mirrors.

Dodger said, "My turn, Dylan" and he got on the stool.
 He seemed nervous and jittery... squirming around and
all.  Short of breath and basically not the normal
Dodger.... I couldn't figure out a reason for this
behavior.  Unlike his brother, Dodger wanted the cape
all around him.  That was fine except it meant he
didn't take off his shirt... unfortunately!   He
wanted me to use the #2 clipper blade which meant his
hair would only be about  one-third of an inch long.
That's a short buzzcut alright...  but actually, the
shape of his head, and his hairline, and the texture
of his hair,  all combined to pull it off...  he
looked hot with it.

Dodger was wicked cool with that buzz... he could be
the poster boy for buzzcuts.  His brown hair, even a
third of an inch long, was soft  and there were so
many hairs packed into each square inch of scalp that
even buzzed his hair felt like velvet. During the
short time his haircut had taken to do... Dodger,
uncharacteristically, had remained quiet throughout.
He'd gasped air out in a burst every once in a while
and he squirmed some too... also, I think he was
playing with himself again.  Even with all that, the
haircut went well and when it was over I rubbed the
palms of my hands all over his head pretending to
brush out the loose snippets.  Dodger pushed his head
back in my direction while I massaged his scalp.  He
seemed to really like the head massage so I did it
three more times.  It was a real effort keeping myself
from hugging his neck and head against me... what a
sweetheart that kid is.

Dodger went in the bathroom right after his haircut
and, watching him go, I smelled the palms of my
hands...  it was like having Dodger right there in the
palm of my hand. Oh man, this was a great afternoon
for me.  While I was doing Dodger's haircut,  Robbie
had been at the other end of the room watched MTV and
drinking another coke.  He wasn't interested in
watching the haircutting like Dodger had been.  A
couple minutes later,  I was sweeping-up the hair when
Dodger calls out from the powder room that he needs
Robbie for a second... Robbie ambled over and went
inside the half bath as I got a dustpan and brush to
finish the clean-up.

Then... "Ah, Dylan... would you mind looking at
something in here for a sec..?"  I'd just pulled the
tab on another can of Coke myself..   I go, "Sure,
dude... sup?" as I was sauntering over to that little
powder room.  The door was open now and right away I
see Dodger, with his pants down, grimacing and saying,
"It hurts.  Don't touch it Robbie, you're too rough."
Dodger's baggy shorts were around his ankles and his
jockey shorts were stretched and suspended between his
knees.  To be honest, the first thing that really
caught my eye was the wet precum stain at the front of
his jockeys and the long  brown skid mark across the
crack.  I thought immediately of Dodger's little
speedo bathing suit with  identical skid marks which I
was kind of forced into wearing that time at their
pool.  This boy needs to learn to wipe himself
better.... that's one of the things he needs to learn.

Robbie says, "Dodger has something wrong with his
dick, but now he won't pull back that foreskin again
so we can see it."  Dodger whines, "It hurts too
much... I can't do it and Robbie's too rough.  Can you
be gentle, Dylan?"  I'm like, "Huh?"  I'd seen his
teen package at the pool that same day I had to wear
his skid marked bathing suit, and let me tell ya,
this boy has the most outstanding looking penis,
balls, and pubes I've ever seen.  And, I've been
taking showers with hundreds of boys over the years in
gym class so I've seen a bundle of packages to compare
it to.  My mind flashed a quick-as-lightning thought
through my brain..  "you've been looking at boys dick
and balls in gym class all these years?  I never
realized that".

"Well, what do ya think, Dylan.  Can ya do it?" asked
Dodger.  "Sure, I'll try little dude." Robbie and I
change places and I'm right in front of Dodger who
immediately clasped his hands behind my neck and pulls
my head down to his height to put his head against the
side of my face... there was perspiration on his
forehead.   "Do it easy, Dylan"  he moans as he's
holding around my neck tightly, anticipating some
pain.  Robbie says, by way of explanation... "Dodger's
got a thing about haircutting and he sprung a boner
while you were cutting his hair.  When that little
thing went down the foreskin covered the head of his
dick again,  and he has a sore dick there at the head
which, I guess,  kind of got agitated.  Were you
wacking off in here, ya little homo? "  Dodger's like,
"Fuck no! What do ya think, man?  I was taking a wizz,
that's all."

Those two are something, alright.  Dodger's package
consist of the normal things,  regular size penis,
balls, and a little sparse pube patch, but they all
look perfect... like a simple pencil drawing... there
are no imperfections or veins or hair on his nuts or
bends in his dick or anything except they're all pink
and yummy looking .  I'm not kidding... I just stared
at them for a few seconds before carefully picking up
Dodgers penis. I said, "You get a boner from getting
your hair cut?  That's weird, dude".  Dodger said,
"Yeah, it's weird, but cool too. Be careful with my
dick... go slow".

As soon as I pulled on his foreskin the slightest bit
he's back with the pleas,  "Ohhh, be careful... it'll
really hurt."  I looked over at Robbie and he
shrugged, like..." you got me... this is news to me
too?" Then he mouthed to me, out of Dodger's view..
"He's a big baby".  I smiled and slowly, with a steady
hand, retracted the foreskin down off the head of his
dick some.  He'd been circumcised, but enough foreskin
was left to cover half of that beautiful penis head,
with it's twinkling pee-slit eye... ah! nice.  But
there's work to do, so with Dodger going,  "Ow ow.. oh
oh", I pulled the foreskin completely back and saw two
red sores right where the shaft of his cock meets the
tulip head... they looked ominous alright.  I said,
"holy shit, what are they?"  Robbie goes, "That's what
we were hoping you'd know.  You never got those, I
guess?"  I said, "Ah, no... I'd remember if I had
those things on my dick".

"He's too embarrassed to tell Mom or Dad.  Got any
ideas Dylan?"  I said, "Yeah, let's Google these
things.  You know ... "penis sores"... or something
like that.  See what comes up."  Dodger groans,
"Fuck... that's so obvious.  Why didn't we think of
that, Robbie?  You are one dumbass big brother."
Robbie goes,  "Push that skin back and forth over
those sores a few times for me, will ya Dylan"   It
was all kind of funny.   My computer's in my bedroom,
but Dodger didn't want me to let go of the foreskin.
He said he was too shaky to hold it without pulling
the foreskin back and forth and causing himself pain.
So, with Dodger's arm around my neck and my free arm
around his waist,  we took baby steps up the stairs
and into my bedroom... me holding his penis all the
way.  I heard Robbie stifling laughter at our expense
all the way there too.  We did look pretty ridiculous.

During the whole trip Dodger's cock was getting harder
and harder until finally it became a full blown boner.
 Inside my bedroom I asked,    "ya think I can let go
of this thing now Dodger, your boner has stretched out
some and that foreskin can't reach the sores now."  He
said, "No!... please, keep holding it.  Let's not
change anything, this is fine.  It's not hurting like
this."  It was fine with me too, but I had to go
through the motions so I did a fake exasperated sigh
and held on to his hard penis thinking how much I'd
like to suck that thing AFTER those sores heal up.  We
"Googled"... "penis sores" ...and lots of stuff came
up.  Most of the stuff was related to sexual relations
that Dodger doesn't have, except with his hand, so
that left one possibility... and, really... only one.

"How many times a day are you masturbating, Dodger?"
Robbie asked the question like he really couldn't
believe that's what caused those nasty penis sores.
Dodger was reading the same stuff on the computer
screen that we were, so obviously he had to come to
the same conclusion we'd come to.  He whined, "How
many times do I jerk off?"  Robbie goes, "Yeah, how
many?"  Dodger's doing a little more squirming now as
he says, "Ya mean other then when we do it together
every night?" and Robbie's like, "Yeah.. in addition
to that."  I'm thinking... they do it together every
night?"

Dodger looks at the ceiling like he's counting, or
thinking, or maybe stalling... then whines out, "My
balls generate one hell of a lot of sperm.  It's
freakish, man!  I gotta do something to protect my
health.  You know about cows that get their bladders
all filled up with milk and they'd probably die or
something if someone don't milk em.  You ever hear
about that?"  Robbie and I looked at each other and
rolled our eyes.  Robbie says, "How many times?" and
Dodger says, "Oh, I don't keep count ya know.  Maybe
four or five other times."  Robbie and me just started
laughing and given high fives to each other.  Dodger's
all red in the face calling us assholes.  He knocks my
hand away from his boner, goes "OW! God damn it" and
then starts laughing too.

According to the medical advise we found through
Google... the only real cure for his penis sores is to
stop masturbating entirely for two or three days.
Dodger cried out, "My nuts will explode" and we were
all having a good laugh.  In the end Robbie and I
promised we wouldn't masturbate for three day
either... showing our support for Dodger.  He goes,
"Really guys?  Ya promise?" and we both promised and a
little later Robbie walks by me and mumbles, "Right..
I'm not going to wack off for three days.  Sure!
Who's kidding who?"  I said, "Christ...I already did
it five minutes ago, right after you two left my
bedroom" and we had another good laugh.

We put some Vaseline on the sores, just to do
something, and then a little later we made up a frozen
pizza in the microwave and bull shit with one another
some more while we ate it.  Robbie kept checking
himself out in that mirror over our sofa and playing
with his new hair do.  Every few minutes I rubbed
Dodger's velvet buzzed hair and he was just about
purring after awhile.  Then we played computer games
in my bedroom... Dodger is awesome... he's a genius
with computer games. When Robbie's on my computer,
trying to beat Dodger's score, Dodger and me lay on my
bed watching him.  And, like Chubby, Dodger likes to
get right up next to me... I had no complaints about
that.

If I'd neglected to rub his buzzed head for too long
Dodger would pick up my hand and put it on his head, a
smirky grin on his face.  Other times he'd pretend to
get my right hand to his mouth as if he was going to
bite off those fingernails too. He was showing me all
these knowing facial expressions... they could mean
anything as far as I was concerned.   I have no idea
what's on that little pecker's mind, if anything.
Robbie's oblivious to Dodger's and my inter-play,
concentrating on the computer screen.  I happened to
glance at the clock and was surprised to see how late
it was.  The boys had to get home for dinner and
Chubby would be home from work soon... so, they got
their few things together and we walked outside.  It
had cooled down to a pleasant temperature by now.

Out on the sidewalk, the brothers gave me one arm hugs
and pats on the back.  Neither of them gave me that
quick-as-a-flash kiss on my lips though.  Happily,
both brothers repeated that they really liked their
haircuts and I was their barber from now on.  Yes!
Robbie reminded me to be at his Dad's company garage
by seven AM tomorrow morning  and then they ambled
away...Robbie with his arm across Dodger's shoulders,
chatting animatedly about... well, who knows what.  I
watched them until they turned the corner together...
what a pair!  This had been an awesome afternoon...
then, looking at my left hand... the one Dodger chewed
the fingernails off of, I thought, "Robbie never
noticed, maybe Dylan won't either." I used an emory
board from Mom's dressing table to even the four
chewed nail as much as I could so they wouldn't looked
bitten... a little preventive strategy, just in case.


       **************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA  Part  5
**********************

                                             chapter 2
 of  3




Later... sitting on the step outside my condo waiting
for Chubby, smoking a cigarette while I was reliving
today's fun afternoon... just chillin.  Unknown to me,
Chubby comes up behind me while I'm in one of my
spaced-out trances and he roughly grabs my shoulders
shouting "AHHH"... I almost peed my pants... then I'm
sputtering and coughing from too big an inhale off my
cigarette.  Chubby was in a great mood today, for
once... yucking it up at my expense.  When he stopped
laughing he said, "Well, Dylan... at least I didn't
catch you playing with yourself like I usually do."
I'm saying, "You do not.. liar!  You never catch me
playing with myself" as we were walking up the steps
to our condos.

Chubby hugged me around my shoulders to show he's just
teasing and then goes, "Hey, no homework tonight...
we're on summer break, dude! That's so great!  Do the
run with me tonight, Dylan.  I need to stretch my
muscles and a run will feel so good."  I'm like, "Yo,
great idea.  Let's change" and Chubby adds,   "After
our run, I'm treating you to dinner... a little
celebration.  The guys on my crew got a bonus envelope
today at work."  I'm like, "Wicked cool!"  Then, just
as I'm about to go in my front door he says, " By the
way, what happened to your fucking fingernails?"  I
told him the lie I'd thought up... "Oh, fuck, yeah.
Two of my nails got bent back and almost broke when I
was putting in a screen for the bathroom window.
Nothing I could do but cut them down, so I did the
others to make them even..."   Chubby made a face,
looked me in the eyes for three second, said, "Liar!"
and laughed...  adding, "I don't care, except you
better not start biting them again or I'll kick your
ass." And he headed up to his place... I had to smile
to myself watching Chubby's hot buns as he climbed the
stairs...  he knows me so well.


We met right back outside ten minutes later wearing
running shorts and T shirts.  Nodding at each other,
we took off jogging. The running at first went easily
and I told Chubby about how cool it had been giving
the Dickers brothers haircuts today and about young
Dodger's jerk-off problems with his dick.  We got to
laughing pretty good about that.  He told me about his
bonus money.  His crew, led by the infamous Ricky,
usually does only private homes except today there was
an emergency and they were assigned a commercial
property.  They did such a great job cleaning a bank's
windows in downtown Framingham that the Vice President
of that branch signed the company up for five other
branches, which earned them the bonus.  Chubby thought
they might need to hire another kid now too.

It didn't take but half a minute to think about
that... I told Chubby I was sticking with cutting
grass... it seems easier than washing windows ... and,
of course, there's that Ricky person to consider.  No
thanks, me and window washing don't mix... Chub just
shrugged and quickly agreed... "Oh sure,  I can see
your point there, dude" and we ran on.  If I didn't
know better I'd say he looked relieved that I didn't
want that job washing windows.  That's odd because
from the beginning we've really wanted to work
together.

In the end, our run took longer than it use to because
Chubby had to really slow down for the third and forth
miles... he's losing his wind. Naturally, I looked
wistfully down the rest area cut-off trail... no
Marine in sight... I think I was disappointed.
Never-the-less, it felt great running with Chubby
again.  Just looking over and seeing his face next to
me makes me feel good... Chubby,  my favorite face.  I
do love him so, but also I like to just be with him as
a best friend too.  I feel so close to him... no one
knows me better than Chubby, not even my Mom.  Chubby
and me have spent many, many more hours together than
I've spent with Mom.  Same for Tris, his Mom and
Chubby..

After the run we showered then met outside dressed in
khaki pants and short sleeve, button up the front
shirts.  That's "dressed-up" for us two.  Chubby was
buying us dinner at Ken's Steak house which is a
fairly long walk from our place.  We walked slow,
smoked and talked about last year at school and how we
missed our old life together... how the old times were
the best times ever.  Chubby would reach over and
squeeze my hand every time he made a point of some
kind... I love that.

At the restaurant we got seated at a table for four in
the main dining room and when the waitress asked if we
wanted something to drink we tried ordering two beers.
 The waitress laughed in our face... not in a mean
way, in a good natured way.  We did not join in...
after a brief argument we grumpily settled for iced
tea.  Both of us ordered the same thing for dinner
too...   prime rib of beef, medium rare... mashed
potatoes, summer squash and Ken's regular salad with
Ken's Italian dressing.

During dinner, which we ate every drop of including
two rolls each... we had plenty to talk about... in
between mouthfuls of food we talked non-stop.  I
absolutely loved being in that dining room, just
Chubby and me...it was fantastic.  We talked about
lots of things... like getting our drivers license.
Chubby saying, "No fucking way am I going into my
senior year of fucking high school without a drivers
license.  Do I look like some kind of dweeb to you?
No fucking way.  And another thing, Dylan... we're
getting our own fucking car too... you'll need to bust
your ass cutting grass and I'll bust my ass washing
windows,  and then... fucking A, we're riding to
school next year, my friend.  Not fucking walking...
riding, dude."  He punctuated all the important
aspects of that speech by gesturing with his fork,
coming a bit too close to poking my eye out at one
point.

Chubby gets on a conversational roll and I eat while I
listen to him, and then after that I go off on my
topic du jour which is this summer's two week vacation
with our Moms.  I went on about how Chubby and I need
to put our fucking foot down and get our asses back to
Wildwood.  Cape Cod is fine for guys that can get in
bars, but there is very little for a couple of teenage
boys to do after dinner on the Cape... in the evening.
 Some sort of go cart speedway is all I could find by
"Googling" the Cape Cod town we were suppose to stay
at... that might be fun for one night, but come on...
we're seventeen... go carts!  Get fucking real. Plus
you can't get around the Cape without a car so our
Moms need to drive us wherever we want to go.  That
simply sucks!

Reminding Chubby about the boardwalk in Wildwood
elicited a vigorous head nod by Chubby because
Wildwood has the boardwalk that rocks!  Chubby was
totally in agreement with my way of thinking and now
all we had to do was get our Moms to cancel the
reservations they'd made for the Cape and make them
for Wildwood... same motel as last year would work.
We were really accomplishing things tonight.  Chubby
said we should have a dinner out once a month to
decide on important matters like we did tonight.  I
said, "Fucking A... Yeah, we should".  Oh man, we had
a great old time at dinner.  It's so cool to be in an
adult restaurant... just us teens.  If only the
waitress wasn't such a bitch about the beers.

Oh my God, it was so excellent, and them Chub says
"What the fuck... we'll get dessert too".  We got
white cake with white icing for dessert.  The whole
thing, including almost a fifteen percent tip, cost
sixty dollars.  Chubby looked a little pale leaving
the three twenty dollar bills with the check.  His
bonus had been fifty dollars.  Oh well... I built him
up and thanked him profusely on the way home and
whenever there was fifteen seconds of silence Chubby
would ask, "Seriously Dylan, you ever have a better
dinner than that?" and I'd sincerely say, "No. I swear
to God I never did.  And, that fucking cake killed...
didn't it?"  We went on and on.  It was the best time
until we were approaching the Dairy Queen on our way
home and some girl yells out, "Jeffy, Jeff over here".

Chubby looks over at her, nods his head and says to
me, "Oh, it's that girl from my homeroom...  Rita
Zintorous.  She's off the wall, dude... and naturally
she has this wicked crush on my ass.  Let's see what
she's up to."  Chubby waves at her and as we wait for
a break in traffic to cross the street, I light up a
Marlboro Light... might as well be cool. We saunter
over toward the old picnic table outside the Dairy
Queen... there's maybe fifteen teens milling around,
acting like fools.  We walk up to the table and Chubby
uses my line, "Yo, Sup?".  She says, "Where ya going
Jeff?"  Quite the conversationalist, these two...

There are three other girls with Rita... I don't know
any of them.  One of the girls has a sweatshirt on
that reads..."I MAY NOT BE MRS RIGHT" and in smaller
letters under that is ... "but I'll fuck ya till she
shows up".  I'm thinking... these chicks are trailer
trash. There are a lot of very low income families in
Framingham and some of them are rough and tough and
not too classy.  Chubby starts bragging about buying
his number one home boy, me,  dinner tonight at Ken's
Steak House and the girls are impressed.  They'd never
even been in Ken's.  Chubby's acting like we eat there
all the time ... I'm just acting aloof and cool.

A breeze blows my exhaled smoke toward the picnic
table and a heavy set girl with very muscular legs
says, "Hey, watch the smoke.  I don't wanna get cancer
from your freaking second hand smoke."  It was said in
such a mean-spirited way... just totally unnecessary,
made me think about using a line I've been saving for
just the right occasion.  It goes like this.. "No, I
don't have tourette's, you really are a cunt!".
Clever, huh?  I didn't use it here because I'm pretty
sure none of these babes knows what "tourette
syndrome" is.  Instead I say, "Jeez, what charm school
did you go to, hefty? " and she goes, "fuck you,
slick" and I'm like "you too, horseface"  and Chubby
starts laughing and so does Rita so I just turned my
back and took a couple steps away from the table.  The
fat girl's fuming and cursing like a drunken sailer
commiserating with the other trailer trash sluts at
the table....

I'm pissed! ... but some battles you just can't win.
Taking another drag off my cigarette I glance up at
this hot looking boy who's with some kid I think may
have been in my band class last year.  The hottie is a
little taller than me with a baby face and a recent,
real cool short haircut.  I look at him for that
fraction of a second too long and he catches me
staring.  Man, he's got a baby face, but he comes on
like gangbusters. Big booming voice, "Hey, what the
fuck are you looking at asshole?" real loud so lots of
kids turn to look.  This is out-fucking-rageous! I've
been here less than three minutes and two separate
people are yelling at me ...calling me names and
making me look like a dork.

I decide to make one attempt at letting this slide.. I
turned away and take a step back to Chubby, who's
looking back at me now too.  He's got this menacing
frown on his face.  I was telling myself "forget it!
It's not worth it" ... but then babyface calls out,
"Yo, faggot, I'm talking to you."  My face got dark
red and I whip around and yell out the fat girl's
clever retort from a minute ago. "Fuck you!" I
screamed, and then flick my cigarette butt at him.
Unfortunately I can't flick a butt like Chubby can and
mine went sideways and bounced off a little boy's ass.
 The little boy looks over at me with a puzzled
expression and then feels his ass where there was a
tiny cigarette burn on his shorts... then he continues
walking along next to his mommy licking his soft serve
ice cream.  My next move, charging babyface... takes
him totally by surprise and we go down on the blacktop
in a heap.  I'm in a rage of injustices against me
tonight ...   My  arms flailing and fist connecting
with face, neck, body... same flailing from him, both
of us inflicting some damage on the other.

My first thought when I crashed into this kid was...
"beer breath".  He'd been drinking.  To me that meant
I had my second advantage in the last thirty seconds.
One, I sucker tackled him... he never expected it, and
two... he's a little drunk and not a hundred percent
coordinated like I was.  Good thing I had those two
things going for me too because I was barely holding
my own as it was.  This kid was tough... most teens
are and it's just a matter of who has the balls to
fight.  I've been in half a dozen fights during my
high school years and I don't think I've actually ever
won... that's true, not even one of them outright, but
you don't have to.  Even when the other guy out-fights
you, he still took a beating while doing it and the
word gets around that it's best not to push Dylan
Newman's buttons too hard cause he's a little crazy...
especially if his little bud Chubby  is with him
because he's more than a little crazy.

Of course, none of that helps if you're encountering
some numbnuts who's out of the loop and hasn't gotten
the word about us being crazy yet.  I wasn't into the
fight for even thirty seconds before the cavalry
arrives... Chubby piles on and we're doing a number on
this poor bastard till we hear the sirens.  We hop off
babyface then ...and of course there's cursing back
and forth between us and babyface and babyface's two
friends, who hadn't actually jumped into the fight.
They just tried pulling Chubby and me off their
friend... maybe they HAD gotten the word on us.  Lots
of threatening remarks as we all scatter before the
cops pull in.  The Dairy Queen parking lot is the site
of at least one fight per weekend... this was a rarer
week-night fight, but after all... it is summer break.

A couple of streets away from the Dairy Queen we take
inventory of the damage.  My eyebrow is cut and has
some blood on it and my cheek and top lip feel
swollen.  Chubby wasn't hit in the face at all that we
could tell.  We both were smoking now... trouble is,
the adrenaline in my system was making me feel a
little nauseous... I did not want to throw-up that
sixty dollar Ken's Steak House dinner, so I didn't do
much inhaling from the cigarette.   It was more of a
prop helping to make me look tough  in case anyone
else was thinking about giving me any shit.

The night was getting cooler so that helped me
recover... after walking a few more blocks I knew I
wasn't going to hurl.  I was still "high" from the
fight though so I only half heard Chubby's lecture
about never starting a fight with a kid who's been
drinking at a Dairy Queen.  "It's a known fact that
beer and soft serve ice cream do not fucking mix.  You
should know that, Dylan.  There's something in that
fucking soft serve... I don't know what the fuck it
is, but it just makes kids stupid... and you add beer
to the mix and you got yourself potential for real
trouble.  That's all I'm fucking saying."  I'd have
had a good laugh, but I was still feeling a little
shaky, like ya get after a fight... not before or
during, but after.

By the time we'd walked most of the way home we were
telling each other how we kicked some ass tonight.
Chubby goes, "You'd think these dumb bastards would
know better than to fuck with either of us when we're
together... ya know.  I mean, they're going to have
both of us beating their fucking heads in if they do.
Jesus H Christ! are these assholes brain dead?"  I was
feeling good enough by now to chuckle and enjoy
Chubby's outlandish view of life.  God, I love him so
much.  I said, "I know it's not necessary to say
this... but thanks for getting my back there, bro.
You're the best friend a boy ever had, Chubby!"  We
stopped walking... Chubby took in a lot of air and
then a big exhale, his eyes misty... and then we did a
long hug, glad to have each other to hug...  Chubby
said,  "For you?  Are you shitting me, Dylan, I'm
always going to be there for you bro... always,
always, always!"  Damn, he makes me feel good.

As soon as we got back home we checked each other out
in the little half bathroom downstairs. Chubby washed
my eyebrow cut with disinfectant, which stung... he
told me I was going to have a black eye tomorrow as
part of the hit that caused my swollen cheek.  I also
had a raw elbow where it scraped on the blacktop and a
swollen top lip that was cut on the inside... Chubby
cleaned the elbow scrape with the "ouch!" disinfectant
again and a big patch band aid went over the whole
thing.  He told me to put ice on my lip, but I never
did.  Pretty impressive way for me to start my new
job... just coming off a fight... not!   We looked at
each other and nodded our heads and I said, "Cool
night tonight, dude!  It rocked."  and Chubby said,
"Yeah it did, didn't it?  Good luck on your first day
at work, Dylan" and we did a fast hug this time and he
went upstairs to go to bed.  I did the same.

Next morning I was up much earlier than I had to be
because I was nervously anxious about doing something
new today.  It's the job of course, but also I had to
catch a bus I'd never taken before to get to their
place of business... it wasn't at Robbie's house.  So
I was at the bus stop twenty minutes before the bus
was due, just to be safe.  Lots of blue collar workers
on the bus... blacks, whites and Hispanics, all going
to do manual labor jobs, like me... jobs of one sort
or another.  It was six-fifteen in the morning.  I get
boners on buses all the time... from the motion I
guess, so that was fun... but not so much fun walking
down the aisle to get off at my stop with a boner
poking out the front of my cargo shorts.  Damn!  I
heard the quiet snickers all the way down the aisle
too.

>From the bus stop I had to walk five blocks and then,
there it was... a big sign  "DICKERS LANDSCAPING AND
DESIGN"  I'd be cutting grass for private homes, but
two other crews worked on commercial properties and
then Mr Dickers had a crew who did the landscape
design side of the business.  Mrs Dickers and another
woman worked in the office.  Bigger operation than I
thought.  I tried both doors I could find, both were
locked.  This early in the morning it was quite cool
so I was shivering after ten minutes in front of the
building.

After waiting fifteen minutes Mr and Mrs Dickers, with
Robbie, pulled up in their pick-up. Mrs Dickers
complimented me on the haircuts I'd given the boys and
she said they'd buy the coffees each morning if I'd
continue being the boy's barber.  I said, "Gee,
thanks.  That's a great deal."  They had coffees with
them this morning, and Robbie had one for me.  It's so
nice to have a friend to help you get acclimated on a
new  job... a new anything, really.... someone looking
out for you.  Robbie showed me the changing room where
we each had a locker.  On the job we wore the
company-issued shorts and T shirt... kind of a
uniform.  I was given two sets of Ts and shorts and a
baseball cap with their company logo on it..

A couple of college students, who were part of the
summer crew working on commercial properties,  joked
about Robbie and I being the Bobbsey twins..."Hey
Robbie, I didn't know you had a twin, she's cute" ...
and stuff like that.   I guess the twins thing popped
up because we have very similar hair and it's cut the
same way too... but also we're the same age and
general body shape and all that... I don't know why
they said "she".    We exchanged some friendly insults
with them, but I was flattered to be considered
Robbie's twin... even jokingly.  After the two college
kids left, Robbie asked, "Who beat the shit out of
you, Dylan?" he said it jokingly.  I brushed it off
with, "A minor misunderstanding ... all straightened
out now".  Robbie sort of nodded his head like maybe
he was impressed.  So, that worked out OK.

After changing, Robbie took me to meet the third boy
on the crew, Joel Mc Carty.  He'd dropped out of high
school three years ago when he was in the tenth grade.
 A very quiet, introspective boy who was neither good
looking nor ugly.  Just pale brown everything and
plain looking, is the best way to put it.  Long
ponytail and about ten tattoos and a pierced nostril.
Joel was very ripped, I must say.  He'd been standing
there shirtless when we walked up to him.  My, my...
what a fucking body.  He definitely worked out.  We
did a half-second long handshake and that was it
except he stared at me hard and long until Robbie and
I walked away.  Later that morning he gave me a look I
couldn't figure out... and then a few other times I'd
look up or something and there's Joel staring at me
with piercing dark eyes.  Gave me the creeps, man.
He's not someone I'm going to fuck with.  I'll leave
it at that..

Joel and the group foreman, Toby Sylvester, rode
ride-on lawn mowers cutting the grass.  Robbie had to
strap the blower thingie on his back to blow all the
loose grass cutting off sidewalks and what have you...
and then, me being the newest member of the team,  I
had the worse job which is operating the edger.  It's
actually a professional strength stick lawn edger or
what I always called a weed wacker.  It was a little
heavier than any weed wacker I'd picked up though...
and I can imagine after working with that thing for a
while it will be a ball buster...  the blower guy,
Robbie, supposedly will spell me when he has the time.
 Not a lot of fun, but it's seven dollars an hour and
I'd already been on the job over fifteen minutes just
meeting the guys. How much is that?  I made almost two
bucks already...

Robbie took me over to where the foremen share an
office to meet our crew's foreman, Toby Underwood.
He's thirty something years old and a music teacher
for a private school during the school year.  He's
been employed by the Dickers for ten summers now.
When we walked in he was on the telephone talking to
someone.  Robbie whispered, "That's probably his
mother he's talking to.  They talk a lot during the
day.  He lives with her."  I go, "He's not married, is
he?"  Robbie made a face and shook his head "no way".
I didn't think so... by the way he moved, and the
slant of his head, and just everything about him... my
guess would be that Joel Underwood is as gay as a May
pole... that'd be my guess.  He was six feet tall and
not fat, except his ass was kinda fat, and wide too.
Fleshy face with a prematurely gray, conservative
haircut.  Large bulbous nose and thin lips... he was
wearing a old Panama hat.  Not a pretty man.

While we waited for Toby we laughed about Dodger's
masturbation habits and wondered if he'd still have
those sores a year from now.  It doesn't seem likely
he'll give up pulling his pud anytime soon.  Off the
phone Toby comes over and says, "So, you're Dylan
Newman?  Who named you Dylan?"  I'm thinking... come
on stupid, who do you think named me ... our lawn guy?
 I didn't say that though, I said, "My Mom... she's a
Bob Dylan fan".  Joel sneered and then laughed before
saying, "Oh, my goodness" ... he seemed to be a nice
enough guy, but he did have a problem saying the
letter "s" and I'm guessing some of the other letters
too.  I rubbed my eye and looked interested, as best I
could..

Toby put his arm around my shoulder and told me he was
taking me under his wing, which made me think, "not
another one".. meaning that's what Carl did for me,
more or less.  I'd be riding in Toby's pick-up...
Joel would drive the other pick-up with Robbie in the
passenger seat. Choosing between Joel or Toby to ride
with... I'll take Toby.  It was close though.  Even
so, it quickly became obvious I was going to have my
hands full with Toby... and right from the start too.
He liked to grab my thigh while driving and talking...
also he grabbed it when making a point about my job,
or about my specific responsibilities, or just for the
hell of it. As we drove from job to job the whole
day... lot's of thigh grabbing.

Didn't let up all day long either and my thigh is
skinny... probably black and blue by now too.  And, oh
yeah.. the part of my thigh he grabbed was dangerously
close to my crotch... and therefore my, ah... penis.
It wouldn't make sense for me to cause a commotion
about this the first day on the job.  I'll talk with
Robbie about it after work today and get some advise
about handling it. Damn, I hope the poor bastard
doesn't get fired over this, but come on!  this is
harassment in the work force or some damn thing like
that.

Toby helped me with everything which was disappointing
because  I thought Robbie was going to be the one to
show me what to do, how to do it,  and all that.  I
didn't see much of Robbie at all the first day.  I
mean, I saw him of course... we were working on the
same lawns.  But I didn't see him as just him and me.
It was Toby and me.  Toby usually had an arm on me
somewhere or other and was big on holding me at the
back of my neck with one of his oversized hands as he
explained stuff to me.  It was disconcerting as hell
to be touched so much by a stranger.  To be fair about
this, I can't say I ever noticed him with an erection
or even grabbing his crotch... he just was very
touchy/feely with me.

At lunch break, after taking the other guy's orders,
Toby and I went for McDonalds.  I couldn't get away
from him.  He wore a cologne or maybe it was
deodorant, I'm not sure... but it reeked.  It was so
strong and such an odd fragrance too.  Not totally
offensive necessarily,  but very different and wicked
strong.  I didn't even get the opportunity to talk
with Robbie alone at lunch... all four of us were
there together and mostly just listened to country
music on the pick-up truck's radio.  Toby grew-up in
South Carolina and preferred country over all other
forms of music... he explained that to me.  I guess
the others already knew it.  Near the end of the day,
I was curious and  smelled the back of my wrist....
sure enough, I smelled liked Toby's cologne, or his
deodorant... whichever one it was.  Could this
possibly be a normal day on the job or was it like a
"hazing" for the new kid?   I hoped that's what  it
was, and that tomorrow would be different.

The work was OK, my arms killed after a while, but I
figured I'd build up strength pretty fast.  Robbie and
I joked around about needing a massage for our sore
muscles... muscles that we were using on the job
weren't used routinely otherwise and they got sore.  I
pretended to massage Robbie's shoulders after work
that first day and that developed into an every day
thing with Robbie and me.  The college guys teased us
about our massages, but we did it after work every day
anyway... and then after a few days we started doing
massages before work too.  Best part of the day.  It
felt great having Robbie's hands on me although it was
always tricky hiding the boner I got from the feel of
his hands... the palms of a boy's hands were one of
the things I'd come to really like lately...  the
thought of holding hands with another boy fascinated
me.

While changing back into our own clothes at the end of
that first day Robbie confirmed that all last summer
he was Toby's "new boy project" and he had to endure
the same treatment I was getting.  Far from getting
Toby in trouble... if it came down to who would go,
Toby or me... well, it wasn't even a contest, I'd be
history.  Mr Dickers knew all about Toby's odd
behavior... that's why he had a large turn-over on
this crew, but there was always another kid who
needing work in the summer... like me.

Toby was gay, but he'd never made a pass at any of the
boys or did anything untoward, except inappropriate
touching and wearing too much cologne.  He never
actually touched a private spot on anyone, just came
teasingly close.  It's apparently very difficult to
find reliable adult supervisors for this type of job,
at the price the job was worth, and Toby was extremely
reliable... he was a fixture each summer ... and that
was that.   Hell, I had to be a good sport about it...
what choice did I have?  Quit?  No way!  Chubby and I
have our plans and we need the money.  Maybe I'll try
to find a cologne even stronger than Toby's to over
power his stuff.  How bout that!  Robbie couldn't stop
giggling... he knew what I was dealing with.

By the end of the third day Toby's behavior was no
longer a big deal... even to me. He bought all of us
lunch on Saturday lisping to us that we're a damn good
crew and he was proud of us.  What the hell, that's
not bad.  By the following Saturday I actually sort of
liked him.  He had a kindness to his nature that's
hard to describe... I never heard him say a bad word
about anyone.  He never cursed, although the rest of
us cursed all the time... but that was fine with him
too.  He did a lot of inexplicable little smiles all
day though..kinda spooky and it's probably best we
can't read his mind.

When I got home from work that second Saturday
afternoon there was a text message from Willie on my
cell phone....   He was back from L.A. for a few days.
 He'd be here till this coming Tuesday and could I
come to a party at his house Sunday afternoon.  It's
his mother's fortieth birthday party.  Willie would
pick me up. Please call....  That was the message and
I'm thinking "this is great!"  because twice a year
Chubby keeps his Mom company on a trip to New York
city to visit her sister for an overnight stay.  His
New York cousin is two years older than Chub and me,
but he's cool and he takes Chubby out on the town
while Tris visits with her sister.  And what a town
New York City is too... that's what Chubby tells me
anyway, I've never been there.  Anyway, they're
leaving late this afternoon and coming back late
Sunday night.

This was going to be a lonely Sunday for me, but now
Willie's back in town.  Jesus, I'm excited.  I dialed
his cell and he picked-up the first ring and talked
really fast and excitedly, non-stop, "Dylan!... don't
you dare tell me you're busy tomorrow.  Please come
with me, I've been thinking about you ever since you
left Carl's.  Boy, did I get in trouble when I went
back to hook-up with Larry.  Oh my gosh, my rear end
is still sore... just kidding about the sore ass.  I'm
all excited about seeing you.... I would have called
earlier except it's a surprise... Mother's party is a
surprise party and they wouldn't tell me about it
until we were on the plane.  Gramps and Granny and me
flew first class of course... oh my God that's always
cool.  The food wasn't really that good this time
though.  Not like Carl's party... that food killed!
Tell me you can come...please.  I've got a surprise to
show you... something I did just this afternoon after
I text messaged you.  You have to come now after I did
this surprise just for you!! "   I couldn't get a word
in... finally he took a breath and I said one word...
"Yes" ...and we both laughed at that. He has a really
nice laugh... nothing phony about it.  Really sincere,
I like Willie.

We reminisced about Carl's party and then Willie
wanted to know if I'd heard from either of the "tops'
yet about Maine... I told him I hadn't, but that
frankly I was more excited about seeing him then them,
 and Willie got quiet like I'd said something bad.
Ominously, he said... "Oh, don't let them hear you say
that Dylan or they may get other 'boys' for
themselves."  I told Willie to forget I said it
then...   I wanted to concentrate on him and me,
that's all.  Willie said, "Oh", to that.

Then we both started acting like little kids, all
excited about the thought of having a little gay sexy
time together.  I hadn't had a thing happen to me
along those lines since Carl's party almost two weeks
ago.  It gets to be like an itch that needs
scratching... the yearning for some young male sexual
companionship.  I was horny as hell... is what I was.
So desperate I almost emailed the Marine on
Thursday... thank God I didn't.  Willie said he'd be
over to pick me up at one o'clock tomorrow
afternoon... he'd blow the horn, "I'm so stoked Dylan,
my Dad said I could bring a date if I wanted and I
thought of you right away".    HA!  That Willie, he's
a real laugh riot... a date.  I chuckled at the "date"
comment and then so did Willie.  We hung up after I'd
given him directions to my house.

Thinking about Willie and me doing "it" got me hot...
I've been jerking off regularly of course, but it's
not the same thing as gay sex... not at all, and I
really like Willie, so...yeah, I'm excited.  Oh boy...
but, damn!  speaking of jerking off, I've got the urge
do it right now just from thinking about making out
with Willie and getting fucked by that long dick of
his...YES!    And, Willie doesn't know this yet, but I
made a promise to myself... he's the best bet I got
for me to experiment with my first time ever being the
"top" too.  We'll both experience it with each
other... being the top.  This is way past exciting.

I'm all flustered just thinking about all this stuff
so I lay on my bed and pull down my shorts.  My boner
springs out and sways in the air... feeling fine....
all six inches of it.  Chubby and I did our shaving
ritual last Thursday night and I'm still good, pretty
smooth.  But no... I get up with my boner swinging in
front of me, and go into the bathroom.  Run some water
to get it warm and then wet my crotch with a warm
washcloth, lather up and shave my pubic area so it's
fresh for Willie.  Awkward getting under my nuts with
the razor... much better having someone else do it for
me.

But, OK, it's good now.... and then I'm thinking "why
couldn't I have waited and gotten Willie to do it for
me... and maybe I'd get to do his too".  Oh well, too
late now.  Hell with it, I need to cum... spreading a
little hand cream on this boner of mine and then back
on my bed to start stroking my throbbing hard-on while
thinking about Willie's uniquely cute face... very
original looking boy.  That long silky hair I like to
get a fistful of... hot!   Everything slightly longish
on him... very boyish, and what a yummy mouth.  God,
I'm so hard... Oh damn, man!  This is good.   I stroke
my cock faster, recalling  when Willie almost caused
me to cum in my pants from that tongue of his in my
mouth... and on my neck.  Slowing down my stroking now
to enjoy this feeling right on the edge of
climaxing... couple drops of precum leak out...my
shoulders shudder and shake... "ahhh"  I blow some
long breaths out... this is good.

Then, oh fuck... it's almost there now..."ahh.."
stroking faster again... and then a splash of watery
precum followed the precum drops and  ..."ooooh.."
this feels so freaking good.  My uncut foreskin
sliding easily on and off my shiny dark-pink cock
head...  the wide open pee slit getting ready to
shoot.. "Ah.. ah.. ah..."  my back arches and I'm
thrusting my crotch up off the bed twice and then a
third time and " Ahhhhh..."  an eight inch string of
cum flies out and spatters my leg down on my calf
muscle...   "oh oh!"  my eyes tightly closed with
lights flashing against my eyelids and then streaming
black dots.... and it's almost painful, but mostly
ecstasy as another  fairly long string of cum flies
out  .."aahhh"  "oh" and another little string of cum
spatters my thigh... I'm breathing in gasps and
stroking as fast as I can to get the last plop of cum
to make its way up from my nuts and out that pee hole
to drool over my fist... "ooooooh" there it is... oh
fuck! .  Then stroking tightly, but slowly.... milking
 for more cum, but to no avail... and Oh fuck! that
felt good... oh man, yeah...

Those oh-so-good-feelings and sensations that spread
out from my groin after climax... it makes me shiver
and shudder again... nice.  Then I feel real peaceful
and start planning tomorrow.  Are they getting
dressed-up for the party I wonder.  And, I wonder what
Willie's surprise is?  Bet he shaved his pubes, he
liked mine being shaved... I know that.  Then I
thought about the way he said his father gave him the
OK to bring a date.  You don't suppose Willie is going
to introduce me as his "date" do you?... I'm asking
myself that question and the scary thing is... Willie
isn't what you'd call a Mensa candidate. Maybe he said
he's bringing a "date" and they naturally assume he's
bringing a girl and he shows up with me... oh my God.
Should I call him back?  That's a little awkward too
because... gee, maybe he's "out" to his family.  And,
hey, fuck it... I don't care, I'm going to enjoy
Willie.  The hell with the birthday gal and the other
adults... and all the other stuff too.

It was a half hour later, just before he left for New
York... Chubby says to me, "Who's this kid that's
having the party again? I mean how come I never heard
of him before, Dylan?"   I clear my throat, thinking
fast.  I'm "dancing" now because Chubby knows I'm a
terrible liar.  I go, "I told ya, didn't I?  I met him
at Carl's graduation party.  Remember how boring that
thing was... you said that.  You said it sounded
boring, remember?"  Chubby was packing a small canvas
overnight bag for his New York trip and I'm laying on
his bed, smelling his pillow from time to time... the
beginnings of a boner starting in my pants just from
the smell of Chubby's head on the pillowcase.  Laying
on his bed mostly because that made it hard for him to
look me in the eyes and KNOW I was lying.  "Yeah, I
sort of remember a boring party, but what's that got
to do with this kid you never mentioned before... who,
out of the blue, invites you to his birthday party?"
Tris calls out, "Almost ready, Honey? I'd like to be
done with the drive before it's too dark."

Chubby looks in the direction of his Mom's voice and
calls out, "One minute.. hold your horses, Mom."  Then
he looks at me and says, "So?" and I go into a
convoluted story about Carl's party being boring and
this kid, Willie, and I got to talking about high
school newspapers and he was in a private school of
course, but we hit it...   Chubby cuts me off with,
"What a crock of bull shit.  You've been lying to me a
lot lately Dylan, and best friends don't do that.  Do
they?"  I was getting kind of mad... one, because he
caught me lying again and two, because of his
lecturing tone of voice to me...so I said, "Did you
ever lie to me, Chubby?  And don't forget that not
telling something... holding something back, is just
like lying.  Isn't it?"  He looked up quick and
appeared to blush some.  He said, "You're changing the
subject".  Then he looked serious and asked, "Are you
in some kind of trouble?"  I said, "No, Chubby... are
you?"  He stared right in my eyes a second, then shook
his head "no" once, and said wistfully, "I'll miss our
Sunday together, Dylan" and he was off.  I stayed on
his bed, with my face in his pillow, after they left.
I hate lying to him, but I can't tell him I'm gay... I
can't!

Saturday night I stayed in and did some contemplating
about Chubby.  It seems we're closer than ever as best
friends, but if anything Chubby's behavior is a little
less gay-like recently then ever before.  Maybe he's
outgrowing his gay tendencies just  as I'm growing
into mine... that would suck!  Or maybe I've misread
his behavior in the past... maybe I interpreted it the
way I wanted it to be rather than what it actually
was.  Or maybe Chubby is showing less gay-like
behavior towards me because he's getting satisfied
being with someone else... either because he wants to
or because for some reason he's forced to.  There
couldn't be any other possibilities could there?
Hmmmm?

Then I tried to figure out why I'm so in love with
Chubby now, when I wasn't three months ago... and
finally, I got that headache I give myself from
contemplations of this type.  The headache was again
one of those piercing, popsicle ones... in both
temples,  throbbing too and it forced me to stop the
torture of these imponderables in my life.  I took
three Tylenol, and then hopped under a shower, and
then watched TV... falling asleep during Saturday Nigh
Live.  I staggered up to bed when Mom was coming in at
around quarter to one in the morning.  She hugged me
around the neck and gave me a big kiss... I could
smell that she'd had a couple of adult beverages after
work and thought...  she sure deserves to have a good
time once in a while.

Next morning I fixed the Sunday morning breakfast for
my Mom and me.  We talked about how strange it felt
not to have the other half of our family here.  Mom
told me about a nice man who comes into the bar once
in a while and sort of flirts with her. She said the
two of them had a couple of drinks together last night
and kind of hit it off... he's taking her into Boston
today just to wander around a bit... sort of a date.
They're going to eat dinner at Quincy Market and maybe
before that they'll take one of the cruise lines
around the harbor.... chillin in Boston, that's cool.

It made me so happy that she wouldn't be home alone
today. I'll be at a party and Tris and Chubby are in
New York City.. and now, Mom and her date will be
having a sunny day in Boston... perfect when things
work out like that!  I told her I though that was
great.  She patted my arm and said I was the best son
ever.  Jeez, if only she knew the truth about me.  I
kind of felt mopey for a bit because of my secret, but
snapped out of it soon enough... I'm not a bad person
because I'm gay.  I'm a good person who happens to be
gay...

Mom spent the rest of the morning fixing herself up so
she looked good... she worked hard at making it seem
she hadn't worked hard to look this good... at least
that's the way I saw it.  She really does looks good
though and her smile is sweet... anyone can tell she's
a nice lady.  Let's see, Mom's not even thirty-five
years old so that's not a real old person yet...
getting there, but still OK.  The red headed man who
knocked on the door to pick her up looked even younger
then Mom.  I could easily see how he was probably cute
some years back as a teen boy... and actually, he
didn't look too bad at his current age, whatever that
was.  I answered the door and asked him to come in...
told him Mom would be ready in a minute or so.

Right off the bat he showed a killer grin.  He has a
really pale complexion, like I have... and it went
real well with the light red hair he had cut in a
youthful short hair style.  No facial hair, very
pleasant looks with clear blue eyes.... no unsightly
piercings or tattoos.  I was happy for Mom.  "Hi,
you're obviously Dylan.  Your Mother talks about you a
lot.  Nice to meet you, I'm Jake Rollins."  he put his
hand out and I shook it saying, "Yeah, I'm Dylan..nice
to meet ya".  He shook my hand and patted the side of
my face with his other hand at the same time.  Soft
hands so I guess he isn't a laborer of any kind.
Nicely dressed in casual clothes that I might even
wear and he had a nice, late model Saab sedan parked
at the curb.  Alright!

While we waited for my Mom to appear, Jake was very
complimentary about me saying how it looks like I
"lift"... he meant weights, which I've never touched
in my life...  and that I sure have my mother's looks
and he thought I had a cool hairdo, and like that... I
was shy with him because a male adult never said that
kind of stuff to me before... except if you want to
consider the Marine an adult, he complimented me too.
I nodded and said, "Oh, I don't know about that" and
then, thank God, Mom came out.  Jake kissed her on the
cheek and said she looks real nice.  He went on some
more about what a handsome son she has here... Mom
agreed saying I looked just like my daddy and they
chuckled about that self-deprecating remark.  I
mumbled I had to get ready for a party, Mom said...
"have a great time Dylan" ... and she tried to kiss me
goodbye, getting only my chin as I hustled by, heading
down to my room.  Something about Jake made me uneasy,
but I wanted to begin thinking about Willie, and about
our party now... "stop worry about things you don't
even know about... oops, I mean stop contemplating
about things you don't even know about".


   *******************    DYLAN'S DILEMMA  Part  5
*******************

                                              chapter
3  of  3


OK... now, what to wear to the party?  Couldn't come
up with anything better so I wore the same thing I'd
worn to Ken's Steak House...Mom washed those things
yesterday.   The khaki slacks and a off white, rough
cotton, button-up-the-front shirt with sandals for my
feet.  I combed my hair down on top and up in front
like I had it the last time I saw Willie.  I was
excited about this afternoon, but apprehensive too.
I'd only know Willie for a few hours that one time,
and... now he's taking me to his house where there's a
surprise birthday party for his mother, of all
things... and a house full of people I've never laid
eyes on before, and Willie's father is probably
expecting Willie to show up with a girl for his date
instead of me... what am I apprehensive about?  What
could possibly go wrong?  Jeez, this might not have
been such a good idea.

It pissed me off that I was never sure of myself...
unsure of how to act in new situations.  No self
confidence... there it is, that confidence thing rears
it's ugly head again.  Oh balls,  I needed a
cigarette...  knowing Willie doesn't smoke I better
have it now.  Taking just one cigarette outside, with
a pack of matches and a stick of gum. I lit-up and sat
on the steps waiting for Willie.  Almost done the
cigarette, I looked down the street and just knew this
was Willy coming for me in  a hot little sports car.

Sure enough,  Willie pulled up in a new dark blue
Mazda MX-5 hard-top convertible... looked at me with
that so sweet smile of his, waved with his fingers,
and still blew the horn... honk honk!  I smiled at him
and his joke... I also immediately saw what his
surprise was for me.  He'd gotten all that beautiful
silky light brown hair cut off and now he had a one
inch brush cut with very closely cut hair on the sides
and back of his head.  His hair sticking straight up
was perfectly flat on top.  Made his longish, but cute
head, look even longer.

Pretending not to notice the haircut, I sauntered down
and said, "Bitchin wheels, Willie... totally bitchin!"
 He goes, "Yeah, thanks... it was a Christmas present
last Christmas... don't ya notice anything different
about me, Dylan?"  I said, "Let me guess... you got a
haircut?" and he blushed and looked down saying, "You
don't like it?  I got it because you said my hair
style was from back in the seventies.  I thought you'd
like this... I tried to get it cut like your's."

My mind is going... Is he serious?  I'm just ball
busting a little like all the guys do.  Squeezing the
back of his neck now, I say, "Willie, I'm teasing you,
dude.  It looks so hot on you... that hair style...
you're rockin in "oh-eight" now kid, for sure.... fuck
the seventies.  Looking good."  Willie's not
convinced, "Really, Dylan?" and now he's brushing up
the front of his hair and back over the brush-cut top
with an obviously brand new hairbrush.  It did look
cool in an original goofy sort of way... original, for
now-a-days, I mean.

Walking around to the passenger side of the car I
flicked my cigarette butt into the street, but as
usual it goes sideways off my fingers to bounce off
the grille of Willie's new convertible.  Looking up
quickly, but Willie hadn't seen the ashes sparkling
off the front of his car... he was still brushing his
hair up.  I've got to learn how to flick those fucking
butts before I get myself in trouble.  I hopped in the
passenger seat of this cool two seater roadster,
unwrapped my stick of gum and then chewing it I said,
"Really, that's one cool haircut.  Thanks for getting
it for me although I did love grabbing handfuls of
your long hair".  He looks over real anxious again and
I laugh... "Dude, I'm still teasing... for Christ
sake, lighten up".

Willie finally accepted that I liked his haircut and
pulled away from the curb.  I just had to feel those
hairs on top of his head and damn if it wasn't soft
all over, I expected it to feel stiff.  "How'd you get
it to stand-up like that without goop?"  He told me
this real old barber, in an old-fashioned barber shop,
showed him how to get it to stand up by wetting it and
using a brush and a hair dryer.  Willie had tried to
described my haircut to this old barber, but like old
barbers are liable to do, the old bastard cut it the
way he wanted it and Willie now has this sort of flat
top from the nineteen-fifties.  I recognized it from
grandpop's high school year book... the one Chubby and
I laugh our asses off looking through  occasionally...
 grandpop graduated in nineteen-fifty-eight.  I didn't
want to tell Willie he's going backwards from the
seventies with this latest haircut, not forward ...
but I did get a good chuckle out of it for myself.

I said, "You got this bitchin car for Christmas?  You
gotta be shitting me. Last Christmas I got socks,
underwear and a sweater".  I was trying to be funny,
but Willie is serious when he says, "Yes, I understand
it must be hard for you lower middle class  families
who simply don't have the extra spendable income like
we have in our family.  Gramps was talking about that
very thing to Granny during the flight.   It came up
because we were flying first class and all... you
understand, I'm sure."   I stared at him to see if
maybe he was now breaking my balls, but he appeared to
be sincere... Jesus, I couldn't think of anything to
say to that so I said, "Your father knows you're
bringing a boy as your "date" today, right?"

At my question his face broke into one of his extra
special little boy smiles... where his nose crinkles
right at the freckles patch on the bridge of his
nose... cutest thing ever, and he says, "They'd sure
be surprised if I brought a girl to the party, now
wouldn't they?... I've been queer since middle school.
 He laughed his very natural good-natured sounding
laugh and said, "I know you just asked me that to get
me to laugh, right?  Or is that the naive side of you
coming out, Dylan?  You don't know hardly nothing
about some things, ya know?"   I'm staring over at him
again, thinking... Wow,  Willie keeps saying these
outlandish things that leave me no where to go...
conversational-wise, I mean.   Clearing my throat, and
in desperation  I asked what he'd been doing on his
L.A trip.  That kept him going till we got to his
driveway ten minutes later.

Well, actually I didn't know it was a driveway at
first, I though it was a street with no houses on
it... then, a quarter mile in we come to this big
stone mansion.  If I didn't know better I'd have
wondered if this was maybe the Prep school Willie went
to.  Cars parked all the way around the circular drive
in front.  Willie drove right past the circular drive,
down the side of the house to a five car unattached
garage.  He parked under a portico that extended down
the front of all five garage bays.

Getting out he was saying, "There are about a hundred
people here Dylan, we'll say hello to some of them and
then sneak up to my room, OK?"  I said, "Yeah, OK
Willie" as I was trying to keep up... following him
toward their expansive back yard.   From here I could
see this large, white, open-sided tent and lots of
people milling around with drinks in their hand.
There was a large banner "wishing Barbara a happy
fiftieth birthday and many more too".  An eight piece
band was on a stage playing songs from the eighties...
at least I think I recognized some of the words the
vocalist was singing,  the beat was a little bit off
though... or something,  sounding almost like a song I
knew.

Willie turned around looking at me with this smug
facial expression, holding his hand out to me.  He
waited till I was next to him and took my hand for a
second and blew me a kiss... then he did that same
thing of putting his arm around my waist...  same way
he did at Carl's.  It so corny, but I don't know, I
didn't want to mess up his fantasy or something.  I
just fell in step with him.  He pulled me against his
body a bit tighter as we walked which put me in the
position of matching his steps. Willie's probably an
inch taller than me, plus he was oozing confidence
being here in his own familiar surroundings, those
factors plus me obviously making an effort to keep up
with him might appear like I was Willie's adoring
"date" trying to please my handsome, stud escort.

I'd have laughed at myself except, apparently,  that
was exactly how I was being viewed by some of the
guests and it wasn't real flattering.  I'd see someone
in a little group nod toward Willie and me as we made
our way into the crowd, me attached to Willie's
side... and then that person would say something and
others in the group would glance over at us, then
something else was said, with a hand over their mouth
this time... that was followed by group chuckling from
all... making fun of me, or more likely, making fun of
both of us.  It was like a movie set in many ways.  I
tried not to care, but my face got very red and pretty
quickly I looked mostly at the ground, where my next
step would go... and not at the guests.

Willie wasn't the least bit concerned about the
guests... he was focused on me, explaining how I need
to act.  He said, "Just shake the person's hand that I
introduce you to once, nod your head at them while
saying ... it's a pleasure... that's all you have to
do or say.  I'll take care of the rest.  Don't bother
to remember their names because you and I won't be
around the party much.  We'll be having our own party
in my bedroom, huh?" and he bumped my side with his
hip and smirked a friendly smirk at me.  He certainly
qualifies as another one of the cute guys in this
world, but  very different looking than say Chubby, or
the Dickers brothers... but very cute just the same.

This was definitely going to be an interesting
afternoon, that's if my face doesn't burst out in
flames from embarrassment... hell, I gotta admit this
experience is already interesting... just look at this
place!   I'd promised myself to have a good time
today...  enjoy the novelty of being with these rich
people, who I'd likely never see again, and that's
what I intend to do. What did I care how they "saw"
me.  And a side benefit, there is sure to be some
killin stories to tell Chubby before this is over...
minus certain details, such as Willie treating me like
his date, and any sex that might occur...  things of
that sort.

First I met his father, then some neighbors, then his
mother who called out to a group of ladies, "Shirley,
Rose.. all of you, come meet William's new boyfriend,
he's adorable."  Sweat was running down  my sides by
now... this was much more awkward than I'd thought it
would be.  Willie moved his head around proudly and
maybe just a bit pompously, but I thought... I bet
Willie doesn't get to feel real proud of something
around here too often.  I'm on Willie's side... I'll
try to help him if I can.

After introductions, his Aunts gushed at how cute I
was and "Does Dylan go to Summersville Prep with you,
William?"  and  "How long have you two been going out
now, Dear?"  and  "What beautiful hair your boyfriend
has, is that his natural color, William?  I'd loved to
know his hairdresser"  and  "Isn't it cute the way
William had his hair cut to be like his boyfriend's"
and  "You boys make the cutest couple"...  The men I
was introduced to did not say stuff like that... they
tended to look uncomfortable and there was very little
eye contact.  After a bit I became a tiny bit more
relaxed.  Trying to entertain myself, but maybe still
mostly out of nervousness, I hammed it up with some of
the people I met.  Just a little, you know... for fun.
 Leaning into Willie or looking adoringly at him...
mocking these pretentious people.   Save a little
face, in my own mind anyway.

Then,  when we'd greeted enough people to satisfy
Willie's concept of proper etiquette, Willie showed me
some mercy.   He excused us... "nice seeing you again
Mr Overlander, Uncle George, Sir... perhaps we can
chat later".. and then guiding his date... me, away
from the last big group.   We met one other couple on
our way to the back door, but that was it for
introductions.  Willie had introduced me to everyone
with the same words every time... "I'd like you to
meet my boyfriend, Dylan Newman"... I acted and said
exactly what Willie had instructed me to and was glad
to have had that to do and say... period.

After "it's a pleasure" no further conversation from
me...   the guests addressed their comments to
William, ur, Willie... not me, anyway.  It was as if I
was an inanimate object... just like Carl and Larry
treated me that Saturday at my house.  Hmmmmm... a
trend?  Once inside the mansion, Willie switched from
a arm around my waist to one around my neck... he
pulled my head over and we did a great wet kiss for a
minute or so... it got my dick firming up.  That boy
can really use his tongue.

After the kiss Willie said, "You did great with the
parents and the fossils, Dylan, and I promise to have
something extra special for you as your reward. Come
on... I'm all excited about this.  It's our time now,
baby.  Follow me."  Thinking to myself..."Oh
brother!", I shook my head at his silly comments...
actually he's just parroting his roommate Larry...
that's all Willie has as a role model.  Carl and Larry
were the only role models I had too... that is, as far
as gay sex and gay inter-action is concerned. I don't
know how to characterize the Marine in that regard...
I'll just leave him out of this.  I followed Willie up
the back stairs and down a long hall to his bedroom.
Huge house...  so nothing would surprise me about
Willie's bedroom, unless it's small... that would be a
surprise.

Well, I guess this did surprise me a little because
his bedroom was large, but not huge like a three room
suite or something... he had his own nice sized
bathroom and a small balcony off French doors. A step
up in luxury from my bedroom, obviously.  His room was
done in all different shades of dark blues and purple.
 Weird abstract artwork on the walls... they appeared
to be of males doing something naughty, but it wasn't
at all clear exactly what that naughty thing was.  A
long computer desk with a big flat computer screen
against one wall and a large flat-screen TV on the
wall opposite a kingsize bed that hadn't been made
up... purple silky sheets.  Three floor-to-ceiling
windows looked out over beautiful gardens.  Not as
spectacular as I expected, but just the same... easily
the nicest bedroom I've ever been in.

After closing his bedroom door, he got hold of my face
with a hand on either side and we began a most awesome
make-out.  My arms ended up around his slim waist and
both his arms around my neck holding our faces
together till I couldn't catch my breath. Willie is a
yummy make-out boy... for one thing, he taste so good
and then there's that aforementioned, fabulous tongue
of his, and especially his unique way of concentrating
on separate parts of my face, neck and mouth...
kissing and sucking at one place for a minute at a
time.  It was so intense at times I just stopped what
I was doing and moaned at how wonderfully sexy Willie
made me feel.

So aroused... it was excellent, and my arms, seemingly
on their own,  rubbed up and down his back and then my
fingers were running through that unusual hairdo of
his... the soft hairs on top and the bristly hair on
the back of his head... the contrasting feel of it all
was somehow sexy as hell to me... a boy's haircut,
maybe that was it...  not some unisex girly thing.  I
don't know really.. the whole Willie "package" had me
swooning.... the thrill of almost being devoured by
his pink mouth and the feel of this cute boy's body
had my penis so hard I almost cried.  I'd be happy to
make out like this with him till I climax and we can
forget about the other sex... it was that delicious.

Out of breath himself, Willie abruptly stopped, and
gasped, "OK, enough... stand up straight now Dylan,
while I undress you".  I go, "Oh no... it's been so
special with you up till now, Willie.... we're not
doing that dumb-ass dominant/submissive stuff.  Come
on... let's you and me be two equal gay boys playing
with each other's pee pee thingies... and leave it at
that."   I was trying to make my point, but doing it
in a light-hearted way... not heavy handed and bossy.
 Willie whined, "Oh please, just this once... please.
I've been fantasizing about this ever since Carl's
party.  Just this once, Dylan.  For me, pleeeeze...."
 Man, he can be like a little kid trying anything to
get his way apparently, but I gave in to the begging.

Making a face, I said... "OK, but I'm not kidding
Willie... you and I are going to try new stuff after
this.  New to me anyway.  But for you, just this one
time... OK, I'll do this dominant game just once."
Willie's excited again now. "Sure Dylan, OK... OK.
So, now... stand up straight there".  I groaned at the
stupidity of it, but did what he said and he
unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off me saying, "I love
this shirt Dylan, it's so cool"  already apparently
forgetting his tough guy role.  I suppressed a smile
thinking, "Willie... ya gotta love him.. he's one of a
kind".

It was kind of fun actually... having a boy undress me
I mean, sexy too and certainly a first for me.   Soon
I was standing there stark naked with Willie running
his hands over my body..  He was still fully clothed,
of course.  His lips tight together, trying to look
stern.  He managed finally to arrange an exaggerated
tough-guy look on his face, but I needed to bite my
lip again because his nose was wrinkled up like it
does when he smiles too hard... right at the bridge
where his freckles reside, and it was sooooo cute.
With that face firmly in place Willie  scrutinized me
from my toes to the top of my head, his eyes got wide
then... looking at my head.  It was like he'd just got
an big idea.. and that it surprised even him.

I stood there, naked, biting my lip and wanting to
kiss him.  Willie says,  "Get your ass in the bathroom
and sit on the toilet seat lid".  His voice just
couldn't carry off the orders he was giving... it came
out like a question, instead of an order... but, like
I said,  he looked so fucking cute trying to be tough
I didn't want to burst his bubble.    I went in the
bathroom and sat on the toilet like he wanted.  He wet
my hair and, with a brush and a hair dryer, made my
hairs stand up on top of my head just like his.  My
hairs weren't exactly even lengths on top though, mine
had been cut about the same length, but not exactly...
my haircut, done by Chubby, was intended to allow for
spiking the top with gel or combing it down flat.
Willie frowns through his stern face and  says, "Damn,
my barber ran the clippers across the tips of my hair
on top to even them all off, but I don't have
clippers".  I'm thinking, "Thank God for that", but I
didn't say anything.

The way he'd fixed my hair looked close enough to
Willie's haircut to satisfy him for now... I looked in
the mirror and thought ... here we are, just two gay
boys from the nineteen-fifties playing at being
dominant and submissive with our dicks hard... just
having some fun.  I had to concentrate not to smile
again... frankly this whole deal was actually
endearing Willie to me rather than annoying me like I
thought it would... he was trying so hard.  "Get that
towel and lay it out on the bed... you know the drill"
... he had Larry's words down pat alright, but
again... when he told me that,  it sounded like he was
asking if it was OK.  I spread the towel over the edge
as Willie was taking his clothes off.

Leaning down on the towel like we did at Carl's, I
started to get impatient to feel that boy's penis up
my ass.  It had been a while now.  Willie quietly
said, "Get  your boy-pussy up in the air ready for
me".  He was barely able to croak out the words now,
l glanced back at him wondering what had happened.
He was naked, but looking pale.   Pale,  but his dick
was fairly stiff bouncing there in front of him with
every little move he made.  He ran his hand across my
ass cheeks a few times.

I looked over my shoulder again and the sight of his
boner made me swallow hard... this goofing around will
be  worth the trouble if that thing feels as good
inside me as I think it will.   To be precise, it's
been two whole weeks now since I felt a boy's boner in
me... and I've missed that feeling.  Willie, however,
didn't stick it in me.  Instead he came over and sat
on the bed beside  me gasping little breaths in and
out and gulping for air.  It scared me and I hopped up
to sit beside him.  Putting my arm around his
shoulders, I asked... "What's wrong Willie... do you
have asthma or something?" I was worried because he
couldn't breath easily and he didn't look too good.
He shook his head a few times, held up his index
finger for me to wait a second... then gasped out,
"I'm over stimulated or something Dylan... that's all.
 You're too hot for me.  I've been dreaming about
you... actual dreams, and now you're here in my
bedroom.  I just need a minute to calm down."  Man, I
thought, that's so sweet.

In the few hours I've spent with Willie this is
already the second or third time I've wanted to hug
him and reassure him that everything is alright... he
seems so vulnerable.   Hugging him is exactly what I
did, and with my arms around him, his head dropped to
my shoulder and I said, "It's fine Willie.  Just relax
a while... we got all afternoon buddy... it's OK"  now
he was hugging me back and we're swaying slightly on
the bed. "Lay back with me, Dylan... will ya?" and we
just laid back on his bed with our feet still touching
the floor.  He was breathing more regularly now.
After five minutes my arm underneath him started to go
numb with those pins and needles and all... so, I had
to awkwardly pull it out and massage it.  Willie
rolled over on his side looking up at me and said,
"Thank you for being so understanding, Dylan... you're
wicked nice, ya know.  Thanks.  I'm OK now, can we try
again?"

Glancing at him, seeing he looked fine...  I nodded,
he smiled... we both got up and I was back standing
next to the bed, bent over with my forearms resting on
the towel and my head on my forearms.  Willie snapped
out, "Get that boy-pussy up more"  I go, "Oh God..."
to myself, and stick my ass up another half inch.
Then Willie reverts back to being Willie and asks,
real uncertain like, "Is it OK Dylan if we don't use
condoms with each other?"  I told him it was, but that
he needs to always use them with anybody else, or we'd
then need to use them in the future ourselves too.
Then back he goes to imitating Larry by coming right
over to me and smacking the back of my head saying,
"Quiet!".  Damn, I almost lost it and blurted out a
laugh at that... I mean, he asked me the god damn
question... didn't he?

After the smack on the back of my head he gave me a
few half-hearted smacks on my ass and then got hold of
my hips with both hands...  I could hear his loud
wheezing breathing again... getting close to
hyperventilating.  He backs away from my ass and I
look over my shoulder once more to see him with his
eyes closed trying to will himself to calm down....
his dick never went anywhere... it was always a long
pole, slippery with lube, swaying slightly in front of
him.

Two minutes later he's still over excited, but getting
it under control. His penis,  still shiny with lube...
is as long a boner as I've seen... at least seven
inches sticking yummily straight out of his sparse
pube batch, hardly bouncing at all now ...it's simply
too hard to move.  Maybe the Marine's boner is longer,
but Willie's is thin which made it look longer than
perhaps it actually was... I'm not sure, they're both
real long. Willie's breathing is almost back to normal
again... I felt his tight grip on my hips.. and then
the head of his cock was at my hole.  I've been
thinking, on and off, about being fucked by Willie
ever since Carl's party and this was now getting very
exciting for me... it's time! He's so goddamn cute to
start with... that goofy haircut he got just for me,
ya know... I'm turned on by Willie, to be honest with
ya.

Then the bright lights went on in my head as Willie
imitated Larry and Carl's technique of pushing their
pole all the way up inside whichever "boy-pussy" they
happened to be fucking.  I wouldn't have thought
Willie's would hurt this much because it was thinner
then the other three boners I'd felt in my hole... of
course, the Marine just stuck the head of his boner in
me... that was more than enough for me.  With each
inch of penetration, Willie made that sound he made at
Carl's... the one where he blows lots of air through
his slightly parted teeth... a sound like steam
leaking out of a valve.  All the way in me goes that
long boner, me trying not to scream... Willie pushes
against my buttocks with his crotch and then withdrew
about seven inches of boner.. waited for a three
count... then forced all seven-plus inches  back up
inside me.  I let out a groan of pain and Willie
smacked the back of my head, but he couldn't speak a
single word himself... not at the moment, he couldn't.

Once more he pulled out and drove it back in.. then
gasped, "Oh my God!  Oooooh" and, quickly now...
almost in a frenzy, he humped in and out of me a half
dozen times before settling into a steady rhythmic
fucking.  I felt spit spray on my back from that
"steam valve" sound he was making... his saliva had
gotten involved some where along the way.  I'm pretty
sure Willie, at this point, didn't even remember who
he was fucking... this was his first time ever and I
could only guess at the almost delusional amount of
pleasure he was experiencing.  A reverse "cherry-
busting" of sorts.

By now my hole  and my tunnel were really feeling
mighty good and I was cooing pleasure sounds myself...
being honest though,  Carl's big fat cock head was the
best I've felt in my hole so far.  Don't get me wrong,
Willie's felt excellent and more importantly, it was
him, Willie, fucking me.   That meant a lot.  All
three of the cocks felt really good, I like having a
boy's cock up my ass. Strange to realize that even
though Carl's shorter cock with the fat head felt
best, I liked getting fucked by Willie better.  With
Willie I felt extra wonderfully sexy, maybe because I
was so personally fond of him.... not just his cute
looks and slim, hot body, but "him"... I liked him

As soon as the pain subsided and I could think about
it logically, just knowing it was Willie's long, bare,
hard,  penis up inside me was enough to get me hard.
As always, the pain had made way for that
indescribably excellent feeling in my tunnel, around
my groin, and all those sensations radiating outwards
to the top of my head and down to my toes. These
awesome feelings helped along greatly by the many
sensitive spots inside my hole... all of them were
dancing and having a party with Willie's excellent
cock leading the way, especially when hitting that
wonderful prostate button.  As Willie continued
working his hips, thrusting his great looking cock in
and out of my ass, I reached that point where I was
biting my lip in concentration, trying to keep myself
from cuming... God almighty, it felt good.   I wanted
this fucking, and the feeling of just being on the
verge of climaxing, to go on and on and on...

Both of us were gasping for breath now and real slaps
on my ass made me glance back at Willie.  His eyes
were closed, his mouth was slightly open, his cute
face was flushed, and he would smack my ass every
third or forth humps into my hole... he may not even
know he was doing it.  Man, that boner of his looked
so long pulling out and pushing in.  I had to really
concentrate  now to keep from cuming  ... it was a
losing proposition though... precum was drooling all
over my cock's head.  Willie made a "ouf" sound with
every penetration ... he was fucking me faster and
faster now.. "ouf....ouf....ouf...."  smack!
"ouf...ouf...ouf"  smack!"

All along it had been so difficult keeping myself from
stroking my boner, but I managed to hold off because I
wanted the spontaneous climax... my favorite kind.  I
reached a point where I just knew Willie's faster,
shorter humps meant he was right on the edge of
climax... thinking about his spunk up my ass pushed me
over the edge and cum exploded out from my cock's pee
slit.  The sensation was so intense that initially all
I could do was just hold my breath, my cheeks puffed
out, my face bright red... and then, after ten
seconds, I began to blow out a lung-full of air,
making almost an "eeeeeee" noise...  then as another
string of my cum hit that towel on the bed, Willie
climaxed in me, filling my hole with his young teen
spunk,  and then he re-filled me.  I felt the wetness
immediately... up my hole and on my back too as Willie
continued blowing sprays of spit all over it.

Cum was running from my hole and splattering on
Willie's crotch and all over my buttocks as he
continued fucking my hole... "oh my God", he groaned,
then smacking my ass three times he climaxed some more
making a squealing sound.  Another cum shot inside my
tunnel and now he's grunting out ' Ahh ahh ahh" and
then slowing down with his hip-humping motions...
slowing down gradually.  Making "Ohhh"  sounds, all
the time grabbing and letting go of handfuls of my
ass... with both his hands, over and over... that
almost got my dick up again.

It was the most wonderful feeling knowing Willie and I
were doing this together... I hadn't expected it would
be THIS much more special.  Because it was Willie it
made my after glow so much nicer too... those
after-glow feelings once more radiating out from my
groin to all parts of my body... they caused the
familiar involuntary shudder and chills... and  then
goose bumps on my arms that felt so fine!   It was the
best after glow feeling I think I've ever had.
Recognizing the specialness of having sex with a
person you really like made me so happy... it's
different then just sex to get off on.  That
revelation seemed like an important discovery. Also I
didn't have that slightly guilty conscience I some
times had after sex with the other guys I'd had it
with.

Willie pulled out of me and, in a quiet, husky voice
said, "Can we cuddle in my bed, Dylan?"  I nodded
"sure' and  Willie quietly added, "That was the most
intense feeling I've ever had... doing anything with
anybody, ever."  I said, "Me too" and scurried up full
length on his bed.  Willie got up against me and we
wrapped our arms around each other.  No talking.
After two minutes, me feeling Willie's cum continuing
to drool from my hole, he rustled around and pulled a
sheet over us.  Then we went back to just laying there
breathing deeper than should have been necessary.
We'll calm down in due course.

The sheets smelled like Willie...I wondered how long
since they'd been changed.  It was so peaceful laying
there with  Willie's face right next to mine.  It was
nice even though we were both sweaty... we rubbed our
sweaty faces together.   "That was wonderful, Willie"
I said it real quietly and he just nodded his head. He
was perhaps still in sensory overload.  He sure felt
good to hold onto though... sweaty or not, he smelled
awful good too.  This had been, this afternoon...
really, really fun...  and really, really nice.

We lay there together about twenty minutes... I could
feel Willie completely relaxed after a bit.  I'd lay
there with him all afternoon if he wanted ... that's
how good I felt about us two.  Doing gay sex with
someone you liked... what a novel idea! It may be
stupid of me, but it did take me by surprise how much
more enjoyable it is having sex that way.   It's true
that once you discover something...  then that thing
seems so obvious, you wonder why it took so long to
figure it out.  For example, how come we put a man on
the moon forty years before someone thought to put
wheels on luggage?   Why'd that idea take so long,
huh?

Willie broke into my daydreaming with... "Are we in
love, Dylan?" I said, "No, Willie.  This isn't love.
We're good friends doing some recreational sex
together and, I don't know how you feel, but for me
personally... I'd be hard pressed to think of someone
I'd rather do it with than you, Willie"  He said,
"Oh".  Then, "Thanks. You too.  Let's jump in the
shower".  We did... we washed each other's body and
shampooed each other's hair.  That was fun.  I thought
about sex in the shower, but didn't know how to get it
started.

It was a long shower... then we got dried off and
Willie did both our hairdos again.  Twin gay boys from
the nineteen-fifties once more... that was my private
chuckle for myself.  Willie asked, "What you laughing
at Dylan?" and I said, "Oh nothing, I'm just having
the best time with my hot "date"... that's all".  We
hugged naked and then made out for another five
minutes.... by the time we were done making out,  both
our dicks were hard again and poking up along our
bellies.  "What should we do now, Dylan?"  I said,
"Let's get dressed, get something to eat, and then
it's my turn to do you".  Willie said, "Oh" and then
he kissed my lips and added "You can do me right now
if you want" and that's what I did.

A couple of weeks ago I'd stumbled across this ultra
hot website...  boys4boy.org.uk  ... and watched a
video of two boys fucking in a position I wanted to
duplicate with Willie.  He lay on his bed on his back,
with his asshole at the edge of the bed.  With a
slippery, lubed boner I stood with the head of my cock
touching his hole... his legs held against my body
with one of my arms... a foot on either side of my
head. Ready to go, I put some pressure on his
sphincter muscle, just a test amount of pressure and
two inches of boner went inside Willie. It surprised
me that I hadn't needed to push harder...  I'm just
learning.

Willie's contorted face told me it hurt him, but the
intense, sexy, tight, wonderful feeling on my penis
was better than I imagined it would be... better then
I imagined it could be.  I gasped with pleasure and
pushed in another two inches.  Willie squirmed and
groaned through clenched teeth.  I couldn't wrap my
mind around Willie's pain at that exact moment because
my pleasure over-rode my senses... I pushed in the
last two inches as spit sprayed my chin and I made
strange gargling sounds.  How could anything feel this
good?  My toes clenched up and my body shuddered, and
then shuddered again...

Willie, still in pain, tried to squirm away on the
bed... I tightened my grip on his legs which enabled
me to get up his hole another half inch.  My lips were
quivering as I pulled out slowly till just my penis
head was in his hole.  Staring at my boner, almost
amazed that it had come out of Willie's ass... my
vision was shimmery... then I gasped, "Holy shit..."
and pushed back inside him and then pulled out and
pushed back into that tight, hot, wet tunnel again...
the thought ran around my head ... "my boner's up
Willie's asshole"  another shoulder shake and
shudder... awesome feeling, awesome concept...
Willie's asshole...Oh my God, this is so HOT!!

Willie was relaxing his body by now and just like
that... something in my brain made me feel guilty that
I hadn't been more concerned for his comfort earlier.
But now we were both together with the pleasure, so
it's all OK... right?   Willie and me are giving each
other intense pleasure... nothing wrong with that.  He
rolled his head from side to side and I humped his
hole six, eight, ten times,  quite fast too.  It just
felt better and better and better the more I did
it.... I humped him with short thrust and then a
period where I did six inch thrusts.  All of them had
Willie moaning and squirming on the bed.

Then I gasped out an exhale... not even realizing I'd
been holding my breath for the last minute...  felt so
good I did another ten humps, and because he did it to
me, and because I felt like it, I smacked his ass five
times and he groaned out "Dylan..fuck me hard" ..Oh
boy, did I fuck him then... I fucked him while making
funny grunting sounds until I felt my toes begin to
curl up tight again... then I slowed up, my nuts were
like hard stone balls and I was breathing ragged
again... thinking, let it last longer...  let it last
forever...

Willie began lifting his head off the bed slightly,
whispering, "here Dylan... here.. here" and I realized
he wanted a kiss.  Up inside him with my cock as far
as I could get it, I leaned down, he wrapped his legs
around my waist and we both put our arms around the
other's neck and did the sloppiest make-out we've ever
done.... spit everywhere.  We were trying to swallow
each others mouth. Our cheeks, chin and noses were
covered in spit.  All the time me doing two inch fast
humps of his hole like I was a rabbit in heat... we
both made sounds around our kisses like a couple of
wild animals fucking as if their life depended on it.


Within a minute of sloppy kissing I felt a spray of
Willie's cum on my chin... I almost feinted because
I'd also felt Willie's tightened sphincter muscle on
my boner at the same time his cum spray hit me... my
load immediately shot up from my nuts to spray the
inside  of Willie's asshole at exactly the same time a
loud drum began pounding in my head.  Absolutely
awesome... the wet, slipperiness of his hole and the
wetness of all that spit on our faces.  I humped his
hole and rubbed my face against his face till I was
near collapse...

Both our climaxes were small, as far as cum explosions
go... but large, as far as feelings and sexy
sensations... off the chart for me.  I slowed down the
humping and came to a complete stop, still up inside
him. Willie kept his legs around me tight and we
continued to hug each other's neck with our faces side
by side.  We got into a small rocking motion together
and finally Willie quietly said, "It never felt like
this before Dylan.  We're doing it better than our
"tops' can do us".  I told him, in a quiet way, why I
thought that was so... because we liked each other...
we liked each other even when we weren't having sex
too.  I mumbled that maybe we admired or were
grateful, or something like that where Carl and Larry
were concerned, however we didn't really have
affection for them like we have for each other.
Willie said, "Oh".

A little later, after uncoupling carefully,  we were
quiet taking another shower together.  When we got
dried off Willie wanted our hair the same again so I
tolerated that... it was cute of him I thought.  He
wanted to switch underwear too, and at first I thought
that was dumb, but I liked wearing his jockeys once I
got them on.  We started getting silly the more
relaxed we got... I mean, after the "high" of the
sex... coming down to a point where we could just goof
with each other.  We went outside and stood in line
for food, Willy with his arm around my waist again...
now I had my arm around his waist too.

When it was our turn, we had to let go of each other
to get big platters of New England Clam Bake...  that
consist of: a cup of New England clam chowder, whole
lobster, red bliss potatoes, corn on the cob, steamed
clams... and a tub of butter to dip the clams and
lobster meat in.  We sat alone at a small table way in
the back, away from everyone.  We drank vodka and
cranberry juice and laughed while we ate with butter
running down our chins.

After eating we went over to the garage and made out
with our butter splattered lips and chins till we both
had boners again.  Then, hearing a fast song being
played by the DJ who spelled the band, Willie had an
idea.  Over the next half dozen fast songs he taught
be how to dance.  We got more vodka and cranberry
juice and danced some more.  When slow songs came on
we danced with our arms wrapped around each other and
our crotches rubbing together.  I caught many of the
older guest stealing glimpses at us... I didn't care,
and Willie was oblivious to it... that's how much he
cared.  It was so much fun.  As the party was
beginning to break up we went back to Willie's room
and I fucked him again, just like the first time.
That was at Willie's request too.  Man, I was awfully
fond of him by the end of that party.

We cleaned up again in the shower, and after Willie
made sure we had each other's jockey shorts on, we
finished getting dressed and he walked me to the car
with his arm around my waist, just like he'd walked me
to the party five and a half hours ago.  On the walk
to his car we'd kiss each other right in front of
people... I was indifferent to their stares, more like
Willie by now... oblivious to those around us.  I
concentrated on my new boyfriend, Willie Worthington.
I say "new" boyfriend, but he's really my first
boyfriend.  I'd told the Marine that I had a
boyfriend, meaning Carl, but Carl was never my
boyfriend.  I can see the difference now, Carl was my
mentor, my friend maybe, certainly my "top", but not
my boyfriend.

Willie did a good job driving even though he'd had
those vodka and cranberry drinks.  Back at my house he
insisted it's the right thing to do to walk me to the
door where he surprised me with a long kiss goodnight.
 You know what... at that moment I didn't care if
someone saw us.  This afternoon with Willie was the
best gay experience I'd ever had,  by far... hell, it
was better than ones I dreamed about while wanking off
all these years.  Probably the sex was influencing my
thinking at the moment, but my feelings for Willie
were soaring very high...second only to how I felt
about Chubby.  I liked the idea of being Willie's
boyfriend.  This really felt like I was finally a gay
boy with another gay boy... more like I imagined it
would be.... hotter than my imagination had allowed,
but more sexually natural than anything I'd
experienced before.  Carl, Larry, the Marine Tom...
they're more like aberrant gay incidences,  their
nothing like a gay boyfriend.

Before he left he asked me something with his lips
against my ear, "Dylan, you're my boyfriend now, so
you need to  do something I ask you to do... a favor"
I said, "OK, sure Willie... what is it?"  He wanted me
to wear my hair like his and I promised I would when
he and I were together.  He nodded his head, there was
some red coloring in his face...he was looking so
proud that his boyfriend did what he was asked.   It
was so sweet the way Willie did everything... treating
me like a teenage boy treats a girl on a date.  That
didn't offend me at all.  I don't know what his
"model" for  behavior is, but I do know I'm HIS first
real boyfriend too.  He'd brought a gay friend home
once for a weekend, but his only other gay experience
was with Larry who treats him like a piece of meat and
Carl who fucks him, taking turns with Larry,
occasionally.  I wanted to be the first so called
"boyfriend" to do something nice for him... that's why
I agreed to wear my hair like his.  After all, he'd
got his hair cut like that in the first place trying
to please me.

We couldn't say goodbye just yet because we wanted to
talk excitedly about our first time with each other...
our first time fucking, period!  I told him we'd
remember each other all our lives... a first time is
special.  He leaned close to my head like he does and
whispered he was so glad he was gay, "because, Dylan,
you're prettier than any girl I could have as a
girlfriend if I were straight" and he brushed my
fifties hair style back with the palm of my hand and
kissed me again.  If there were such a thing as a
"sincerity contest" this kid would win it, no contest.
 Of course I do admit that many of the things he say's
take me completely by surprise and I can't even think
of a response to them... but he's sincere through it
all.    One more quick kiss from Willie and he was
gone.

In a daze, with a semi-hard penis pushing against
Willie's old jockey shorts, I went in my front door.
Thinking about  wearing Willie's underwear went a long
way to turning the semi-hard penis into a full
boner.... I stroked it in the bathroom till a spurt of
cum splattered the sink.  It came on pretty quickly
too because Willie was a hot, hot boy, and he's who I
concentrated on while I stroked myself off... number
four climax in the past six hours or so.  WOW, having
a cute boyfriend rocks... I'm almost up to Dodger's
total.   Obviously no one was home, so no one saw us
kissing... no one I cared about at least and no one
saw me jerking myself off either.

Just before he left Willie told me he'd call and ask
me out on a date as soon as he got back from L.A.
"Ask me out on a date'  oh brother, he's something
alright. Even though I often have to bite my lower lip
to keep from grinning or laughing at some of the
serious things he says, I like him a whole lot. I'm
not mocking the way he acts either, just noting it...
it's sweet.  What a great time we had together.

Ironically, I was worried my Mom would be home alone,
and now it's me who's home alone.  I wasn't hungry,
still stuffed from all the food at Willie's, and I was
wicked clean too from all the showers we took
together... so, I sat outside and smoked a cigarette
reliving the entire afternoon.  Now I could laugh out
loud at some of the things Willie did, but I was not
dumping on him in any way.. just enjoying his
eccentricity ... his unique originality... his
sincerity and his innocence..

In many ways, he was a lost boy who'd never had
guidance at home... or love there either.  He'd
seemingly picked-up this odd notion of how to treat
his boyfriend from a Dick & Jane style primer on
proper dating etiquette.  It was charming in a
corn-ball way, but very hard to keep a straight face
with at times.  Damn, he's cute though... his looks
and the way he acts, and everything... just great.
Plus, the obvious "star" attraction of the day was
Willie and me experiencing our first time ever being
the "top" guy.  I can see were there is more than a
touch of that dominant concept when I was fucking
Willie... I guess that's because when I'm the "top"
I'm the one ramming my cock up his ass... I'm in
charge, but it doesn't have to be dominant like Carl
makes it... or the Marine makes it.  It's so much
better to have sex with someone you really like and
care for as a boyfriend... not your "boy-pussy"..

Me personally, I'm not inclined to pursue the
"dominant" concept much, I want a mutually satisfying
relationship with Willie. When I'm fucking him he
should be enjoying it because it's me doing him... not
just because it's a hard penis...  and the same for
when he's doing me.  OK, there's a short period in the
beginning where it's difficult to think about anything
except how incredibly erotic my penis feels inside
him, but rational thinking should be coming along
shortly... unless one is a complete arrogant asshole
like Larry... and I hate to say it, but Carl too... to
a lessor extent.

Man oh man, lighting another cigarette I thought...
more contemplating Dylan... here comes the fucking
popsicle headache .  But I thought about even more
stuff...  I realized I still like Carl, he got me
started in all this.  Carl, the Marine and then Larry
...who led me to Willie.  I needed to experience Carl
to ever get to Willie. Then, all of a sudden, the day
finally caught up with me and a tiredness came on
strong... and, I had to work early tomorrow.

Chubby, Tris and my Mom all got home after I'd gone to
bed.  I did see Chubby heading out to work the next
morning.  I needed to hustle to the bus stop to catch
my bus so we only had a quick hug.  He said, very
seriously, "Oh my God, Dylan.  I've got to talk to you
about Henry when I get home tonight" ... I asked,
"Your New York cousin, Henry?" and Chubby goes, "Yeah,
him... we were in Greenwich Village Saturday night
real late... he's...  No. I'll tell you the whole
story tonight.  I missed you, Dylan!"  and he ran one
way and I ran the other... just made my bus too.  As
my hard on was developing nicely on the bus, I
thought... Cousin Henry is...what?  Getting married?
A thief?  A drug addict?  Gay?...


to be continued...

Chapter 6 in two weeks...    (1st week in June, 08')


Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com