Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2008 07:58:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 6 by Donny Mumford
******************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 6 ******************
Chapter 1
Riding the bus to work has it's moments... the swaying
movement of this huge bus gives me a boner... wonder
if that happens to other guys. One time I asked
Chubby about that and he got all flustered, afraid
someone heard me say the word "boner". It's fun
feeling my penis slowly turn into a boner as the bus
stops and pulls out and goes over bumps and all...
feels like we're floating in a thick liquid of some
kind. The regulars on this bus are use to seeing my
pants sticking out in front as I walk up the aisle to
get off at my stop. Hey, what are ya gonna do... life
has these secret little treats for you if you can
recognize them.
It's Monday of my third week on the job and I'm OK
with most things now... even Toby with his reeking
cologne and his inappropriate touching. And, I should
mention, there is no springing a boner from Toby's
"touching"... he does nothing for me sexually at all.
On the bus today I contemplated Dylan's comment about
his cousin, Henry. There's something about Henry that
upset Dylan and I'm kinda curious because Chubby has
always bragged about how cool his New York cousin
is... and ya know, me not having a cool New York
cousin I don't have anyone to brag about and, you
know... it's that kind of thing. Anyway, Henry's
twenty years old now, I think... or almost twenty and
I can't help but wonder what kind of trouble he's in.
It's unlikely Henry's gay simply because ninety
percent of guys aren't... plus, Chubby's never
mentioned the slightest hint of Henry being anything
but straight. Let's see then, what else... I don't
think he's secretly married or become engaged... he's
in college after all, so what can it be? Hey, maybe
he's knocked some girl up. Yeah, that could be it...
but I'm betting it's drug related. Henry's involved
in drugs somehow. There are a lot of drugs at our
high school although Chubby and me don't do them...
once in a while we'll get some booze, but that's it...
except we also smoke cigarettes. I don't think that
counts though. Whatever.. I'll find out about Henry
tonight.
During most of this morning's bus ride I contemplated
Willie. I like being Willie's boyfriend. We had an
awesome time yesterday afternoon. Our sex together
was more like I fantasized gay sex would be. I
certainly never fantasized the kind of sex I've had
with Tom, Carl or Larry... except my early jerk-off
fantasy, yeah... there was a kind of "dominant mystery
sex partner fucking me" in that fantasy... although at
that time I didn't relate the word "dominant" with
sex. Back then I didn't know the concept existed.
Those three... Tom, Carl and Larry have certainly
turned me on sexually at times, and I had some pretty
good climaxes with them, but I PREFER, prefer big
time, the kind of sex I had with Willie... which is
to say, sex between two boys who really like each
other... boyfriends.
And, that Willie... Oh man, the hairdo stuff is so
funny. The fifties flattop haircut from the old
barber and Willie thinking it was hip and current,
two-thousand -eight coolness personified... oh my God
Willie is fun... he's unique, but fun. Also folks,
fasten your seat belts because that boy can make-out
like no other... Jesus! One of my new goals in life
is to make out with him till I spontaneously blow a
load off in my pants. Fucking him twice yesterday
felt oh so good, so right... nothing has been that hot
for me before. I loved it! So did he, which is what
I'm talking about... boyfriends enjoying each other.
It's a new concept for me... being a boy's boyfriend,
and I'm really getting off on it and getting into
it... as a matter of fact, just thinking about it is
getting me hard, or is it this bus?
Oh, here's my stop... make way for me and my boner,
please. I walked up the aisle and off the bus... then
five blocks to the Dicker's offices. At the moment
I'm feeling very contented about my life. I saw the
Dicker's pick-up truck parked right in front so
Robbie's probably waiting for me in the locker room.
Right inside the front door though, I bump into Toby
and he wraps his arm around my shoulders asking about
my Sunday... we work six days a week so nobody ask how
someone's "weekend" went... we say, "How was your
Sunday?". I told him it was one of the best Sundays
ever and Toby lisped, "Did ya get any?" and I'm like,
"Any what, Toby?"... he gives me a squeeze on my
shoulder and a sarcastic chuckle, then heads for the
foremen's office, to call his mother probably.
In the locker room I say "Hi" to Robbie, who's looking
good. I go, "Hey man... your hair looks like shit,
dude. You better see your hair stylist pronto." and
he's like, "that motherfucker's too expensive... but
I'm saving up. Maybe this week sometime"... we do the
one arm hug, hand shake, and pat on the back... then
he gives me my coffee... yum. Love Dunkin Donut
coffee... regular with cream and sugar... heavy on the
sugar. Peeling back the little drinking tab on top of
the coffee container I say, "Yeah, come over for a
haircut any night. Wasn't it a blast, Robbie... that
first haircut day we had? Dude, is Dodger still
pounding his pud five or six times a day?" Robbie
told me Dodger somehow kept his masturbation under
enough control to allow those penis sores to heal, but
Robbie's betting they'll be back. Damn, that was
funny, holding Dodger's sore dick... starting in the
basement all the way up to my bedroom. "Bring Dodger
too, dude. Whatever you do, don't forget Dodger".
Taking a sip of the hot coffee and opening my
locker... a piece of paper fell out. "What the...? I
grab the piece of paper as it was floating by... on it
is one word in capital letters "QUEER". My face got
red... swinging my head around to catch someone
looking my way... no one was. Crumpling the paper I
roughly stuffed it in a corner of my locker real
tight. Damn, I'm sweating... I feel shaky sitting
down on the bench thinking , "who would put this in
here?". Did someone see me with Willie? At his
mother's party? In front of my house when we kissed?
Another big sip of coffee, my hearts pounding... it's
scary that someone would do this to me.
Nervously swallowing more coffee and desperately
trying to think... trying to make some sense of it.
This isn't a friendly joke... it feels nasty. The
college guys are always kidding Robbie and me about
being the Bobbsey Twins.... could it be one of them?
I didn't even know who the Bobbsey Twins were until
Mrs Dickers explained that they're some old time
nursery rhyme or story, I didn't really understand
which. They call us that..."the Bobbsey Twins"... I
guess because Robbie and I are the same size, age...
same hair color, same haircut, and I guess we both
kinda have a baby face, although we don't really look
alike. I've been called cute a few times, but I know
I'm not as cute as the Dickers brothers, or even
Chubby. Maybe I'm cute like Willie's cute... in our
different ways. Why should being "cute" get me in
trouble though?
In any case, being cute isn't something you take
credit for... or blame. I have very little to do with
it one way or another. Taking it as a positive makes
sense though, just like I'd accept as a positive if I
were born real smart, which I wasn't. I'm average,
brain-wise. Work with whatever you got in this
life... that's my philosophy. OK, so the college
guys make fun of us for being young-looking and sort
of cute ...maybe their jealous because none of them is
cute, and God knows they're certainly not! But I
still don't see them putting this note in my locker.
Should I asked Robbie what he thinks? Fuck! I hate
this. How could I have made an enemy here? I'm nice
to everyone... except for Joel Mc Carty because he's
a little bit too intense for me. It's not that I'm
mean to him or anything... I just don't talk to him.
He seems to stare at me a lot too... very unnerving.
Hmmmm?
Before I say anything to Robbie, I'll give it more
thought... it's best not to jump into anything until
you've taken the time to consider all the
possibilities... that's what I always say. Then
Robbie was standing behind me massaging my
shoulders... we like to do this to each other. It
really loosens the muscles before work and relaxes
them after work... plus, I think we both like to feel
the other boy's hands on our bodies. Hey, why not...
it feels good. Fuck the college guys, and the ribbing
they give us. Then I considered again that maybe it
really was one of them who put the "queer' note in my
locker... but... no, probably not. They're not
mean-spirited guys, they're more along the lines of
being humorous pains-in-the-asses... if you know what
I'm trying to say. Damn, Robbie's massage feels good!
The best part of the massage is when he rubs up the
back of my head... I lean my head forward and Robbie
massages my head with both hands for two minutes or
so. My scalp's all tingly when he's through. Then he
sits down and I do the same for him. It's the best
part of the job... the morning and evening massages.
After I massage Robbie's head I like to smell the
palms of my hands... Robbie's boyish smell roars-up
off of them all yummy and sexy. It'd be awesome if he
was the one who left the note... you know, maybe
because he was feeling me out or something. Wouldn't
that be hot!
Forgetting about the scary note for now I concentrated
on the job, and Monday went along pretty well. There
were moments I contemplated some more about that ultra
long-shot that it actually was Robbie who left that
note in my locker... his signal to me he was gay, or
something like that, but then Whoa!... my fantasy was
getting carried away here. Then I couldn't stop myself
from wondering... "OK, if it's true and Robbie was
gay for me, could I be a boyfriend to two separate
guys? That sounds like a problem right there. Would
I give up Willie? I don't want to give up Willie.
Fuck... this "gay relationships" thing is
complicated...
After work, while Robbie was massaging my shoulders
again, he told me about an idea his parents talked
about last night at supper. They felt Robbie and I
have become friends... how about if I come home with
them on Wednesdays, every Wednesday the rest of the
summer, for a barbecue dinner and a swim. I looked
back over my shoulder at Robbie and acted enthusiastic
saying, "WOW! I'd love to do that.." but then
dropped the enthusiasm to add, "except there's a
problem. Chubby and I are like wicked close... like
brothers really and I don't want to leave him alone
for dinner every Wednesday night. So, maybe just once
in awhile I could come to your place."
Robbie knew how Chubby, me, and our Moms are like
family for each other. I told him all about it while
walking to his house that first time and he thought
it was very cool that we formed this "whole family
unit" out of two broken ones. So I wasn't real
surprised when he said, "Yeah, Dylan... I know, you
told me about your families. I filled Mom and Dad in
on that some time ago... they want him to come too.
And, you know Dodger thinks the sun rises and sets on
you, so please say you'll come. It'll be great!"
Now it really was," WOW!" This will definitely be
cool. Chubby getting to know my friends so all of us
will be friends together. Oh my God, then I though
about Dodger and Chubby and chuckled to myself... that
will be interesting as hell. They are both really
original thinkers and they're both the same size and
all that too... more "Bobbsey Twins" material if the
college guys ever saw Dodger and Chubby hangin
together. This is going to rock! I know Chubby will
love this idea... barbecue and a swim every
Wednesday.. that's awesome! This summer is really
shaping up. Fuck that note... I'm just going to ignore
it.
When Chubby walked in the door that night I wanted to
tell him about this barbecue and swim party thing we
were invited to, but he beat me to it and began
telling me about his cousin, Henry. We were both
drinking cans of V8 juice and Chubby goes, "It must
have been one o'clock Sunday morning, Dylan.. Henry
and me were taking the subway here and there and
everywhere, just checking out the city. Anyway,
around one AM we get off at a stop for Greenwich
Village and wander around there for awhile till we
find ourselves in the West Village. Dylan, lots of
queers holding hands and walking with their arms
around guys waists... you wouldn't believe it." I'm
staring at him, trying to have an appropriate
expression on my face, except I didn't know what that
expression might be.
He says,"Henry bumbled into this building that turned
out to be a private gay club that for ten dollars we
could join. Can you believe that? Me, seventeen
years old, getting into a bar! Well, Henry flips the
guy a twenty dollar bill and we go in... this place is
jumping with a DJ and loud hot music and dancing and
music videos playing above our heads. Two real long
bars and every single person in the place was a guy!
No shit! A lot of them looked and acted straight, but
they were dancing or talking or making out with each
other." Listening to Chubby describe that gay club
I'm thinking, oh my God... how cool! ...but I say,
"You're obviously shitting me, right, Chubby?"
Chubby went on to tell me that Henry started holding
him close to his body saying they should play along
just to be on the safe side. Chubby says, "Henry even
suggested we dance together so no one would know we
were straight. I don't know shit about dancing, but
he's got me around my waist swaying and stuff, so what
the fuck, I guess we were dancing. He bought us
drinks... vodka and orange juice for me. After two of
those, Dylan, my head was swimming and Henry kept
saying we had to dance so it was weird, dude... let me
tell you, weird. Tell you the truth, I think he
kissed me a couple of times." I made my eyes big at
that remark, but didn't comment. It's pretty obvious
that Henry has successfully bucked the odds and is
gay, but Chubby apparently refuses to see it. He was
laughing saying how he and Henry had those "queers"
fooled. I think I know who the fool was.
Then Chubby told me how surprised Henry was to run
into not one, but two guys he knew from college. They
were just "night crawling" they said and happened to
stumble into the same place Henry did. "Funny thing,
Dylan. The one who had earrings in both ears asked me
if I wanted a drink... and that was before he saw
Henry. Henry later told me that that guy knew I was
with him... he was just being funny. What do ya
think?" I said that it sure was a big coincidence the
three of them accidentally found the same gay bar.
Chubby shrugged and said he heard one gay guy say to
another that he had to leave The Living Room Club
because it's being over run with "breeders" lately.
"Isn't that a riot, Dylan? I thinks "breeders" means
straight people". I said, "Weird is the word for that
experience, for sure!"
The story goes on that Henry wanted to leave shortly
after his college buddies got there and Chubby had
begun wondering about Henry. Then Chubby has the
nerve to say, "You're probably naive about this sort
of thing Dylan... but it's hard to overlook. Henry's
behavior I mean. That was my first inclination into
believing Henry's gay though... I didn't have a clue
before that night, but I got to believe he is now.
What do you think, Dylan?" I was relieved Chubby
hadn't been duped by that bull shit story of Henry's.
Nah, now that I think about it, Chubby's way too smart
to fall for that act. I said, "Yeah, me too. I guess
I agree with you, Chubby... he's a gay boy playing
undercover" and then Chubby told a few other funny
things about the guys in the club. Truthfully, all
this talk about gays was making me feel uncomfortable
after awhile.
Taking Chubby's empty V8 can and throwing it in the
trash with mine, I said, "Hey, not to change the
subject, but guess what.." and I told Chubby about our
Wednesday night pool party and barbecue invitation.
Instead of getting excited about it... about hot
summer swims and someone fixing us a barbecue dinner
every Wednesday, Chubby bit his lower lip and made a
face like he had something else on his mind first.
Something he was reluctant to bring up because I'd be
less than thrilled about it is. He starts out with,
"Dylan, that Wednesday night pool and barbecue deal is
awesome... count me in. I met those Dickers brothers
at the movie, didn't I?" I said, "Yeah, you did...
six weeks ago or so" ... but I couldn't ignore that he
still had that "face' on. "Why are you making that
worried face, Chubby?"
Chubby changed to a surprised look, "What face,
dude?". I said, "Come on Chubby, sup?" He told me
he hated disappointing me and that it isn't his
idea... plus, there isn't anything he can do about it
anyway. I'm like, "What are you talking about, bro?"
and he goes, "Oh hell, I might as well come out with
it". Now I was making a face, like..."What the fuck is
it now...." Chubby didn't look at me as he tells me he
found out today, from his team leader, the infamous
Ricky, that each Saturday night from now on was
designated as a mandatory "team meeting" night. That
meant the window washer boys would be meeting at
Ricky's house for pizza, subs or Chinese take-out each
Saturday night till the end of summer. After eating
they'd have their weekly meeting and then do something
together as a team... movies, arcades, miniature
golf... get some beer, get in a bit of trouble... "You
know, Dylan... bad-ass Saturday night." Looking at
him with a blank expression I was thinking, "things
are really going my way lately".
He explained it was a "team spirit" thing, bonding and
camaraderie and all that. Chubby ran on about how
we'll still have our Sundays and we're together every
other night so I shouldn't get down in the dumps about
it. "Come on Chubby... say you understand. We're
growing-up and things change and we can't be together
every freaking minute were not working... right, my
bestest buddy ever?" I was calm and said, "For God
sake Chubby, what do you think I am, a little baby or
something? I completely understand, and I agree with
what you just said about us growing-up and all. It's
true. And by the way, that "bestest buddy" comment...
Henry isn't rubbing off on you, is he? Bestest?... it
sounds a little faggy."
Chubby called me a dick, but I could see how relieved
he was that I wasn't giving him a guilt trip about
leaving me alone on Saturday nights. Chub said, "You
are the bestest, Dylan" and then gave me the friendly
finger... after that, we made our dinner. The thing
about that Saturday night deal is this... I wanted to
jump for joy. I've been worried how to explain about
Willie to Dylan. Willie told me he considers Saturday
night... "date night" ... and he'll be back before the
end of this week so I know he'll call to ask me out
for Saturday night. Now, it's no problem... I'd love
to go!
Thinking about Willie and me out on another date made
me want to jerk off, but Chubby and I were together on
the recliner in the finished basement after dinner
watching the Red Sox on TV.... my jerk-off would have
to wait. I settled for the feel of Chubby's tight
body next to me... I absently played with his hair as
we watched the Red Sox win again. Chubby appeared so
relieved he wasn't going to have to deal with a
"drama" from me about Saturday nights that he was kind
of extra friendly to me tonight. I took advantage and
got some extra hugs in. Later I manipulated us into a
wrestling match to determine who's going to go
upstairs for sodas which turned into more of a hug
than a wrestling match. Having a best friend like
Chubby is like being with your identical twin...
actually, it's more than that.... come to think of it,
I can't adequately describe what it is.
The feel of Chubby's body gets me hot... he's very
tight... small, but very well built, and his smell...
so hot I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I
swear to God he smells so boyishly sexy... his hair is
growing in too and it has this unbelievable smell that
gets me so hard. It's not fair the way I yearn for
him. I noticed something new too... Chubby seemed to
be enjoying our mutual bodily contact tonight as much
as I was. It was subtle things... the subtle
pressure he exerted against me and the extra tight
hold around my belly when we were wrestling... and oh
yeah, Chubby had a nice boner going for him. Made me
do a gulping swallow when I felt it against my
buttocks. I've felt his boners before of course, like
when he humps my leg, but during wrestling it's mostly
me springing a boner, not Chubby... I've never felt
his boner against my ass before either... before
tonight that is.
I'd noticed his boner initially when I slipped
halfway off the recliner, Chubby changed positions to
grab me and keep me from cracking my head on the
floor... in that new position it was quite obvious he
had that hard, hard boner. I love the feel of that
stubby cock of his, particularly when it's hard... and
I let myself fantasize about it inside me... now who
has the boner! I groaned with it... the groan slipped
out this time and Chubby asked if he was hurting me...
his voice sounding real concerned. I love that kid so
much and I know he feels love for me... I know it! I
just wish it was the same type love I feel for him....
I'm afraid there's more than a tiny bit of difference
though, unfortunately.
Next day, Tuesday morning... sitting in front of my
locker with my two pair of washed "Dicker's
Landscaping" T shirt and shorts in my lap hesitating
to open my locker... afraid what I'd find this time.
Taking a sip of coffee and trying to pay attention to
Robbie's question.. "You guys like chicken OK? Dad
does a super barbecue sauce for chicken on the grill."
I nodded my head and said, "Yeah, chicken on the
grill kills. Chubby and me love barbecue chicken
anyway it's cooked." Robbie went on with the rest of
tomorrow's dinner menu as I slowly opened the door to
my locker. The note I'd crumbled-up and shoved in a
corner was roughly smoothed-out and taped onto the
back panel of the locker. A crinkled note reading
"QUEER" ...and someone had added a big explanation
mark after the word "queer".
My hand was shaky as I ripped the paper off and
scrunched it into a tight ball again. This time I
held it in my clenched fist and, in the middle of
Robbie's sentence, walked right by him and into the
bathroom and flushed the note down the toilet. My
whole body was shaky... it really unnerved me. Coming
back to my locker I stared at the college guys hard.
All three smiled, one waved and said, "Sup Bobbsey?"
and another one said, "Looking good, babe"... They
didn't put that note in my locker... I was sure of
that. I gave them a wan smile and went over to
massage Robbie's shoulders. That got me back in a
good mood.
That night we had a haircut night. Chubby, me, Robbie
and Dodger. It was after we'd all eaten dinner.
Robbie drove himself and Dodger over in their pick-up.
Chubby had already finished cutting my hair before
they got here. I asked Chubby "just for the hell of
it" to brush my hair up on top and run the clippers
just over the ends to even them off. He did it and
laughed saying it looked like the kids in my
grandfather's yearbook... that confirmed I was
right... I thought that's where I first saw Willie's
haircut. I brushed off his comment by saying it
wouldn't matter because I either spike the hairs on
top or combed them down... which was what I did as
soon as he'd evened them off. But now I could do my
hair the way Willie liked it. Which I intended to do
for our date which I expect will be this Saturday...
or at least I hope it will be this Saturday.
After that I started on Chubby's haircut and finished
it with the Dickers boys watching. Then while I cut
Robbie's hair Chubby and Dodger played computer games.
Dodger again wanted to watch Robbie get his haircut,
but Chubby said, "I heard you're a fucking genius at
that computer game, little dude. We'll fucking see
about that.. Get moving." Dodger's like, "What a hard
ass this guy is" but I could tell those two really hit
it off. I heard reams of laughter coming from my
bedroom all the way down in the basement. Dodger's
laugh is contagious and it made Robbie and me laugh
too... not even knowing what was so funny.
Obviously Chubby's bizarre take on the world around us
had Dodger laughing his little perfect set of nuts off
which relaxed me and made me feel good. I was
treating Robbie in a very familiar way by now,
squeezing his neck or chin or running my hand from the
front of his forehead, up and over the top of his head
and squeezing his shoulders. We did the massage stuff
at work and this was the second time I'd cut his hair
so we felt very comfortable with each other. I find
Robbie to be very sexy and it required self control,
some willpower, not to hug him around his neck and
kiss him. I settled for what I had though, all this
touching... and was grateful for it. It seems my
infatuation with boys is growing every day. It's so
wonderful to be around these new friends... and I'm so
anxious to see my boyfriend, Willie, again too. I felt
so good about the way my life was going.
Then, done with Robbie's haircut, Dodger hopped up
on the stool and as I was giving him his regular
buzzed haircut I thought of that comment about how
haircuts turned him on sexually... hell, they actually
gave him erections. Needless to say that interested
me quite a bit and I took my time with his haircut.
Last time it was done in five minutes, not this time.
I ran the clippers slowing over his head...from the
front of his head back to the crown, and over that
too. Time after time, insuring no random hair escaped
the clippers. With the clippers running I leaned down
to stage-whisper in Dodger's ear, "Shall I cut it
wicked short this time, Dodger? Shorter then you've
ever had it cut before?" he gulped and tried to say
something but it came out a wet gasp. I could feel
the heat coming off his head and his wonderful boyish
smell was wafting across my face... it's awesome for
someone like me, who loves boys, to have this much
contact with them... and feel comfortable about it
too. Like I said...awesome!
Naturally I didn't cut it wicked short like I
threatened to do... well, it was short, but it was
exactly the length that Dodger had requested. He
didn't know that though and it excited him to think I
was running bare clippers on his head. Just about
done, I unexpectedly whipped off the cape from around
Dodger's neck and shook out the hairs while staring at
his lap. Sure enough, that super fine cock of his was
pushing his cargo shorts straight up. Dodger's hands
went right to his boned up pecker and he played with
it a bit before adjusting it sideways in his pants.
Totally taking me by surprised he said, "This is a
helluva boner you gave me, Dylan. Great haircutting
technique, dude." He was more then a little out of
breath when he said it, but didn't appear to be the
least bit embarrassed by his boner. Actually, he'd
sort of turned the tables on me with that comment and
I was the one who felt awkward now. I recovered a
little and said, "Ah. yeah... boners are your friend"
and left it at that. Dodger chuckled and mumbled, "Oh
yeah, ya got that right, dude".
Later, the four of us piled in the pickup and went to
get soft serve ice cream at the Diary Queen. None of
the participants of the Diary Queen massacre from that
fight-night after Ken's Steak House were in
attendance. Chubby has the type of personality that
most guys immediately take to and the Dickers brothers
were no exception. They easily bonded with him,
especially Dodger. After his haircut Dodger had come
right out with it telling everyone about the boner he
claims I gave him. Chubby says, "Boner from a haircut
?... how fucking cool is that? You're a lucky little
dude, Dodger". Dodger goes, "No shit, Sherlock".
Man, these three make me smile.
The Dickers brother took off for home after the ice
cream... and then Chubby went up for bed. I wandered
around our condo drinking a coke and contemplating
how fortunate I've been lately... and then that god
damn "queer" note popped in my head to ruin my
contemplating. I can't come up with a solid reason why
anybody at work would treat me that way. I haven't
done anything to anyone to make them do that. Just
then my cell phone goes off and it's Willie. Jeez, I
was so glad to hear his voice... just hearing his
excited way of talking gave me the start of a stiffy.
"Dylan, hi dude! I miss you man. How's it going?" I
told him it would be going a lot better if he'd get
back from L.A. and he says, "Would you go out with me
Saturday night". Just like that.
The thought crossed my mind that I would have said
"yes" to that question even if Chubby hadn't already
inadvertently opened the way for me to say "yes". I'd
have said "yes" and then figured out what I was going
to tell Chubby later. That won't be necessary now so
I said, "Saturday you say? Let me check my calendar,
Willie. Hmmmm? This Saturday do you mean?" Willie,
real quietly says, "Yes, this coming Saturday. Oh, I
hope you aren't busy." Once again he leaves me
speechless. He was taking me seriously about checking
my calendar... I can just see him there in L.A. with a
worried look on his face, his fingers crossed, as he
waited for my answer. Oh man! I said, "I'm teasing,
Willie. Of course I'll go out with you... I can hardly
wait. Where shall we go?"
He let out a long sigh of relief and went, "Oh, don't
scare me like that, Dylan. I have it all planned out.
I'll take you to an early dinner at T.G.I.F.'s and
we'll catch an early movie and then go back to my
house to do what we did at Mother's birthday party.
What do ya think?" I told him he didn't need to spend
any money, we could just hang out, get a pizza and
then go to his house to do what we did at his mother's
birthday party. Willie stayed sincere and says,
"You're my boyfriend Dylan and I'm treating you right.
Just be ready at five-thirty Saturday afternoon." By
the time we hung up I'd changed the time to six PM...
to allow me to get showered after work.
Before that though, we talked about not hearing from
our "tops" and the trip to Maine. With Willie as my
boyfriend I didn't even want to go to Maine, but I
didn't tell Willie that because he thinks it's
sacrilegious or something to say anything against Carl
or Larry. Willie sounded happy and anxious to see me
again so I left it at that. He said, "Look Dylan,
I've been thinking about it and I think you're
wrong... I think we are in love after all." I didn't
want to argue, I said, "If you say so Willie... I'm
your boyfriend, I know that much for sure." He said,
"Oh" which he often says... shortly after that we said
"goodnight". I was tired but, none-the-less, I
needed to jack-off thinking about Willie... no, not in
love, but definitely in lust.
Next day at work, nothing new in my locker. I put my
boardie swimsuit and towel in the locker, changed into
work clothes and thought about Willie some more... and
then thought about tonight after work and the pool and
barbecue party... Chubby, Robbie and Dodger... I'm a
lucky kid, I really am. The work day was same-o,
same-o Wednesday... Robbie and me finished our
massages and were dressed in street clothes just
waiting for his parents to close-up shop. I told
Robbie I'd be outside smoking... just give a yell when
it was time to go. Lighting up and taking a drag and
then exhaling just as Joel walks out the door, right
into my exhaled smoke. He waved his arms around and
gave me a dead-look stare before saying, "If I get it
in my head you did that on purpose I'll seriously hurt
you" .... he kept giving me that dead, scary stare.
Swallowing hard I go, "Na no, I didn't blow that smoke
your way on purpose". He stared ten more seconds and
growled, "I despise wimpy boys like you. You make me
sick." He casually walked to an old Volkswagen
Beetle, got in and drove jerkily away. What a piece
of shit that car is, I thought, as my heart thudded
dully in my chest... then I took three deep breaths.
He scares the hell out of me. What did I do to him?
The muscles in his neck had bulged when he said I made
him sick... a vein ticked at his temple... he was
pissed-off big time. But at what? He has got to be
the one who put that "queer" note in my locker... it
has to be him.
Flicking my cigarette into the street and watching it
carom sideways off the front door... I picked it up
and tried to flick it again. This time it flicked up
and hit my chin. Fuck! I stepped on the butt in
disgust. Joel had shaken me up quite a bit. He could
physically kill me within ten seconds if he chose to.
Why does he hate me? Then I hear..."Dylan, let's go
dude". I ran around to the side of the building
where their pick-up was parked deciding not to mention
this to anyone... why get Joel more pissed-off at me.
Robbie and me rode in the back bed of the truck. It
was fun, bumpy... but fun. Looking at Robbie was fun
too. He had sunburn on his nose, me too... during the
day we both wore the company's baseball hat to protect
most of our pale faces from the sun. Even so, we were
starting to acquire a pale tan on our arms and face...
it looked healthy and good. Especially on Robbie...
what a cute looking guy... him and his brother. Yum!
Fuck Joel... he's not going to ruin my time tonight.
Chubby was talking with Dodger when we pulled up.
Robbie had given Chubby directions to his house and
later tonight we'll get a ride home from Robbie, but
for now.. "Chubby! You made it. HI!" and Chub's like,
"Course I made it, numbnuts" and he came over to the
pick-up and was introduced to Mr and Mrs Dickers. I
went over to do a quick one arm hug, hand shake, and
pat on the back with Dodger. "Hey", I asked Dodger,
"how come I never get that fast-as-a-flash kiss like
Robbie gets?" and I got it right that second. It was
so quick I wasn't sure for a fraction of a second that
it actually had happened, but the smirk on Dodger's
face confirmed he'd given me a kiss on the lips
alright. I said, "That's better, you little homo" and
Dodger laughed and gave my ass a squeeze. Jeez!
Mr Dickers rocks with the grill... oh my, the food was
so good. Sweet barbecue sauce on crispy-skinned
chicken off the grill. The taste of chicken cooked on
a gas grill is so different then when it's cooked in
an oven... no comparison. Mrs Dickers made french
fries that killed and cole slaw so creamy and yummy,
sweet corn on the cob, cucumber slices with Vidalia
onions and tomato... and to drink, that old summer
standby, iced tea with lime wedges. Chubby looked
over at me and I knew he was thinking about our dinner
at Ken's with the iced tea... we'd drank ice tea that
night too, but only after we'd tried ordering beer,
which hadn't worked out... the waitress laughing in
our faces... the bitch. Tonight's barbecue dinner was
awesome and later we all wanted to jump in the pool,
but guess who forgot a bathing suit... Chubby, that's
who. Who's the numbnuts now?
Recognizing another missing bathing suit situation,
Dodger did the same thing he did with me and stepped
out of his speedo and handed it to Chubby... at least
it was dry this time. He'd handed me his wet one. I
snickered seeing Chubby's eyes get big as he stared at
the naked Dodger, Chubby goes, "Holy shit... no need
to be shy around us Dodger, just us guys here" then
he laughed nervously. Dodger looked like.. what the
fucks wrong?... then Chubby looked down at the suit
and I'm betting he saw those skid marks that Dodger
leaves in underpants and bathing suits. Man, I'm
trying not to laugh out loud, but it ain't easy.
Chubby goes, "Ah.. oh no. I couldn't... really, I
couldn't." He was chuckling now at how absurd this
was. I tentatively asked, through my smirk... "Ya
want to use mine, Chubby?" he grabbed it out of my
hand saying, "Terribly nice of you old man... thanks
so much" and he and Robbie went off to change,
laughing, bumping into each other and having a good
old time. I was left holding Dodger's skid marked,
too small speedo again.
Dodger took off naked to find another suit ... the
parents were at the other end of the house watching
TV... thank God! There's a small pool bathroom off
the attached garage that I changed in, smiling to
myself, remembering that look on Chubby's face when he
saw the skids, hee hee ...and, after my laugh, I had
to then put that god damn speedo on myself... whoa!...
not so funny now. Tighter than I remembered too. I
must be turning into a pervert or something because
that little swim suit gives me a hard on. Probably
best I don't think too much about the pee pee stains
or skid marks in this tiny piece of Hi Tech fabric or
I might leave a little of my own DNA in there for
Dodger to enjoy.
Later, in the pool, there was a lot of that childish
nut crunching going on... Dodger was unmerciful and
one had to defend oneself. It was fun acted like ten
year old kids for awhile. You get four rambunctious
teenage boys in a pool together and there will be some
wrestling going on... which was so fine from my point
of view. The bodies of those three boys, all wet,
slippery, tight, smooth and muscular had my cock
working over time. Well, not just mine... no teen can
control that thing called a penis when circumstances
allow it to operate with a mind of it's own.
I made it my business to be clumsy enough with my
arms, hands, legs and feet to explore those hot teen
bodies, inconspicuously of course.. and there were
boners in all three swimsuits at one time or
another... as a matter of fact, I don't recall
Dodger's ever going down... nice hard four and a half
inches holding steady the whole time we were in the
pool. Penises and water sometime don't mix too well
and shrinkage can occur, but add enough hot bodily
contact and stimulation and a boner will over-come the
shrinkage problem. At one point Dodger tried out
something new... he had his hand inside the front of
my speedo with his fist around my boner for just a
second or two... he did it two different times. It
was real quick both times, but we exchanged "looks"...
swear to God, I almost blew my load the second time he
did it. I had to float over to the side of the pool
and try to keep from hyperventilating.
It's frustrating to me that I just don't know how to
follow-up with Dodger's aggressive sexy behavior.
What if he thinks he's just doing acceptable teenager
screwing around... like us kids did on the Middle
School bus with all the nut crunching and ass grabbing
stuff... not intentionally sexual... although maybe it
was subconsciously, who knows. Dodger might very
well think he's just playing... and then when I try
something on him like stroking his cock, he screams
for Robbie to save him from the homo sex maniac, me?
What then?
It sucks not knowing stuff and not knowing how to find
out the answer or the guidance. Maybe I should visit
Carl in Maine, that's if he ever gets around to
inviting me up there in the first place... we can have
one of our mentor sessions about this sort of thing.
Get his "take" on how to proceed. I'd love to know
how to handle this because it's too exciting for words
to even dream Dodger might want to play around with
some gay sexy stuff... with me! Of course, he won't
be sixteen for a couple of weeks, maybe I'm too old
for him. See, more confusing issues. Anyway, for now
I limited myself to exchanging "knowing" glances with
him... even though I actually don't "know" shit about
what the glances mean.
Robbie drove us home at dusk because the mosquitoes
were coming out to eat us alive. The four of us in
the front seat of the pick-up's cab. Nice having
Dodger on my lap and Chubby squished against my side.
We all had a great time and next Wednesday we'll do it
all again. Chubby and me sat on our front steps and
smoked a cigarette after getting dropped off. Chubby
thought the Dickers brothers rocked... he really like
them. Then he got in a melancholy mood just before
going inside and said, "I really like your friends,
Dylan... they're nicer than the guys I've met through
the window washing job. The Dickers are more like our
kind of people, ya know?" I shook my head in
agreement remembering the window washer boys Chubby
and I met at the movies that time. Wistfully, Chubby
added, "I'll be real happy when we have enough money
to get our license and some kind of car and I can
leave that window washing crowd behind." Man, I
didn't know what to say so I just squeezed the back of
his neck and mumbled, "You can handle it, Chubby..."
He gave me a wry smile, patted my head and gave me a
hug saying, "I feel so good for you, Dylan. We'll be
OK ... we'll both be OK" What he meant by that
exactly is another mystery to me, but it's the first
time he's come right out and said he was unhappy about
that job... and he included the guys, Rickie was
included too or he would have excluded him, which he
didn't do. He isn't happy with any of them. I really
don't want to gloat, but I knew there was something
wrong with Rickie the first time I met him. Chubby
disagreed with me at the time.. he thought Ricky was
soooo cool. Well, like I said... I'm not gloating,
but... ya know.... I was right.
***************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 6
******************
chapter 2
Riding to work on the bus Thursday morning I
contemplated the hot time we had at the Dickers last
night. It was so nice having Chubby with me. I was
showing off Chubby to the Dickers brothers and showing
off the Dickers brothers to Chubby. Made me feel
important... somehow. I sure like them all and Mr and
Mrs Dickers were very nice and considerate too. They
know us kids like to be left alone... they didn't
horde in on our fun and I appreciate that. They fed
us fabulously and then.. "Have fun boys... there's
sodas in the cooler." That's the way to handle it, if
you ask me. Leave us kids alone whenever possible.
Nice boner from the bus ride and then everything went
OK at work too. No run-in with Joel and no "queer"
note in my locker. I saw Joel many times during the
day but I just looked away at something else or
someone else, but ya know... it's nerve-racking, to
say the least. Then I thought, what a baby I am
sometimes. OK... so Joel's a negative aspect of my
job. I was remembering Chubby's negative endorsement
of everything about his job situation last night and,
reading between the lines a little, it certainly
appears he has a much tougher time at work then I
do... and he's not whining. Life is full of
challenges, both Chubby and I have known that for
years. We're tough enough though and of course we've
always had each other's back... till now. Now we're
more or less on our own in the workforce and, like I
said... I've probably got it easier than Chubby.
After dinner Chubby and I did all the leg and pubes
shaving and then we jerked off together. Before we
did the jerking off we'd been discussing Dodger's
comment that he and Robbie jerked off together every
night... frankly, that made it less awkward for Chubby
and I to do it. It's fun watching Chubby wank his
short cock. He uses just his thumb and index
finger... they form a ring around his dick. His
foreskin, like mine, was never cut so the head of his
boner blinks on and off like a light as his foreskin
covers it and pulls off it and covers it... over and
over and faster and faster. So fast that after awhile
it's hard to follow. Watching him jerk-off gets me
harder and harder and tonight I almost beat him to
climax. Chubby edged me out by ten seconds. His
sperm shoots straight out of that swollen penis
head... hard shots, bang, bang, bang... three strings
of cum, fast, with Chubby's face red and his cheeks
puffed out. Him going "Oh oh oh oh...YES! Oh Oh!"
Something worthwhile seeing, that's for sure.
Man, watching him really turns me on. Somedays I
fantasize about him shooting his cum in my mouth.
Thinking that thought right then had me thrusting my
crotch forward and upward as a string of cum arches up
and, before it lands, another string follows.. I felt
faint with the effort for just that one second and
then the yummy sensations overwhelm me and I moan and
gasp at the intense pleasure that ejaculation produces
... chills and thrills all over my body... shudders
and fast blinks of my eyelids... all involuntary
reactions to those erotically charged feelings of
pleasure. Doing it with Chubby makes it that much
more of an intense happening... "awesome" doesn't
quite cover it really..
Chubby looked over to see me shoot off and then, his
eyes shining big and bright, mumbles, "That don't
suck, does it? Whoa... I love to cum." I nodded my
head saying, "Oh it's OK, I guess"... he's chuckling
about something or other as we towel up our cum. "Ya
ever taste it Chubby?" I asked, and he goes, "Yeah"
and wipes his finger in cum drools on his legs and
sucks it off. I'm like, "Let me taste" and he uses
the same finger to wipe up a little more and holds it
to my mouth. I was surprised, but delighted, that he
did that and I wrapped my lips around his finger and
tongued and sucked the cum off. I could feel my dick
start to get hard again. "Taste like anything to you"
Chubby wanted to know. I make a face like I'm
thinking and then say, "Barbecue sauce?" and Chubby
goes, "You are such a dick sometimes, Dylan".
We're smiling sarcastically at each other... trying to
pretend this is no big deal. "Let me taste yours" he
says, and I finger some into his mouth. He holds my
wrist so he can lick my finger twice and he makes like
he just realized what it taste like... "I got it... it
taste like cum" he says with emphasis... we both
laughed. I was in shock that Chubby played along with
this... it was so exciting, but I had to be cool with
it... like him. It was probably the loosey goosey
activities around the pool earlier tonight that
relaxed his usually up-tight attitude toward this type
of thing. I was definitely on my way to another boner
thinking "I just swallowed Chubby's cum"... first
taste ever.
Later, when we did our hug goodnight I imitated Dodger
and Robbie a little and did a quick-as-a-flash tiny
kiss on the side of Chubby's head... no comment from
him. Then I walked out my front door with him and took
the opportunity to hug him again real quick and then
watched him go up the steps to his place... he's got
the greatest ass any kid ever had. My boner was back
full sized by now... laying in bed I was sure I could
still smell Chubby's smell in my head as I stroked
myself slowly for twenty minutes before a small splash
of cum hit my hand. Nice... just before sleeping.
Friday night Chubby and I went to the movies and ran
into a couple of kids who were in Chubby's homeroom
last year. When we spotted them Chubby said to me,
out the side of his mouth, "Ohh, these dudes are
funny, but they're always getting into trouble somehow
too. We had a bitchin time last year in homeroom."
The two kids came running up calling out, " Jeffrey,
Jeffrey, is that you making the farting sounds?"
People turned around to stare at us. Chubby and his
pals were high fiving and laughing... obviously this
was their inside joke about something that happened to
them last school year in homeroom... I don't even want
to imagine what it was.
After the hellos and introductions they wanted us to
smoke some pot with them. We didn't do that, but we
did wander around with them in the parking lot while
they smoked a joint and we smoked a Marlboro Light.
Inside the movie... Chubby's friends, Marshall and
Desmond, sat with us and laughed out loud at
everything anybody in the movie said. The movie
itself was fairly funny... Marshall and Desmond were
hysterically funny. Some older patrons were going
"shhhhh! shhhhh!' but the audience was made-up mostly
of kids our age and it got riotous. It was a fun
night, but we almost got into another fight before it
was over. Some kid pushed Chubby leaving the theater
so he and I went at the kid hot and heavy, but Lowe's
Movie Theater resident cop broke it up before anyone
got seriously hurt. Just another night of laughs,
fights, and threats among the local teen natives...
Saturday we both worked of course... today, after
work, Chubby went to his first Saturday night meeting
of the window washer boys. I'm getting ready for my
date with Willie. After my shower I used Mom's
hairdryer to brush my hair up straight creating the
oldtime flattop hairdo, like Willie asked me to...
like his. My hairdo looks pretty much like his now
because I'd had Chubby even-off the ends on top during
my last haircut. It made me laugh thinking about
Willie and me with this same out-dated haircut. Gay
guys do bizarre fashion stuff like this all the time
though... I think we do anyway. Then I was out on the
front steps smoking a cigarette, waiting for Willie...
just like last time.
And, just like last time he pulled up in that hot
two-seater convertible, smiled and waved at me... then
blew his horn. He looked real cute, that sweet
"excuse-me" smile he has... it's as if he's always
hoping upon hope that everything's OK. Coming down
the steps smiling back at him I flicked my cigarette
into the gutter and it flew right over Willie's
head... totally by accident, with my heart in my
throat. Willie goes, "WOW! That was cool." he
thought I did it on purpose. Had to laugh to
myself... partly with relief the butt didn't hit him
or his car, and partly because he thought I'd do
something like that on purpose. Willie called out,
"Dude, love your haircut" and then in a very sincere,
quiet manner he added, "Thank you, Dylan". I rubbed
across my flattop and swallowed hard, he's so easy to
please... it gave me that feeling I get with him
often... the one where I want to hug him and tell him
how special he is.
As soon as I was in the passenger seat Willie leaned
over to kiss me and this time I found myself saying,
"Sorry Willie... can we wait till we're out of my
neighborhood? I'm still in the closet and, you
know... please." Willie goes, "Oh, I forgot, Dylan...
I'm the one who needs to say I'm sorry!" we pulled
away from the curb with me unwrapping a piece of
dubble-bubble, bubblegum. It taste so delicious for
about ten seconds, then loses ninety-five percent of
it's flavor... what's up with that? I admitted to
myself, as I chewed that piece of gum, that the note
in my locker with "QUEER!" written on it had
influenced my behavior just then.
Somebody saw me doing something with somebody, some
time or other... I think it must have been with
Willie, but then... maybe someone saw me with the
Marine one of those times? It's very disturbing to
know you have an enemy out there, especially not
knowing who it is... who could it be? I always go
back, in the end, to believing it's Joel Mc Carty.
In any case it's not Willie's fault or his problem,
but I had let it get in the way of Willie's ideal
date... sort of. Trying to make it up to him, I
squeezed the back of his neck and said, "You look so
cool tonight, Willie. I should say "thank you" to
you... I feel so lucky you picked me to be your
boyfriend." He took in a big breath and bit his
bottom lip, tried to say something... coughed, made a
face, and then in a strangled voice said, "Your
welcome, Dylan". He was beaming...
Willie drove us down Route 30, past the turn-off for
his house and right onto the Mass Pike. His car has
an "EASY PASS" thingie on the windshield so we hardly
slowed down at the tolls. We were heading for Boston.
Willie had to shout over the traffic noise to tell
me..."We'll eat at a TGI Fridays outside Cambridge.
The movie theater is near there. OK, Dylan?" I
nodded at him, it's not easy talking in a convertible
that's flying down the turnpike at seventy miles an
hour. I've lived in Massachusetts all my life, but
I've never even been in Cambridge. You can't get
around much if you don't have a drivers license.
There's the " T " in and around Boston of
course... that's the MBTA which is the
train/trolley/subway system in Boston. It's pretty
good, but if you live in the suburbs you really need
your own car... like Willie has.
It's early for most diners, but TGI Friday's always
has customers any time of the night or day. The
restaurant's full name is Thank Goodness It's
Friday... it's a chain, but a pretty good one. We
got a booth and Willie got right in next to me and
took my hand in his. That was too much for me and I
asked him if he wouldn't mind sitting across from
me... "so I can look at your cute face". He blushed,
started to protest, and then reluctantly moved over
across from me. Damn, two of us sitting next to each
other in a booth?... come on!... that's too much even
for Willie.
Willie is, in many ways, a contradiction. He's shyly
naive and innocent, but also he wants to be the
"man"... the one in charge. Wants to think of me as
his "date" who he's "taking out". He picks me up and
takes me "on a date" which he pays for. It's not the
way I'd choose to do it, but I'll be damn if I'm going
to hurt his feelings, not when I can help it I'm not.
That being said, sitting on the same side of the booth
was too much... feelings or not. I go along with most
of his unusual conception of how our relationship
should go because it's harmless and because I like him
so much. When he was settled in across from me I
tried to explain, "Willie, I'm so new to being gay, I
don't always know what's right. Don't be mad at me,
OK?"
Willie isn't the slightest bit manipulating or sneaky
nor does he ever think about advancing some nefarious
agenda for himself... no, this is how he honestly, in
his heart, believes the proper "date" should proceed.
My loosely formed plan to counterman that is to make
little adjustments in our relationship, as I'm able
to... without making it obvious to Willie. Nothing
too drastic, no changes too fast. I wouldn't burst
his fantasy bubble for anything... not if I can help
it. Fact is, I enjoy his eccentric side... his
original, surprising personality is strangely
captivating and very sweet... it is to me, anyhow...
but, you know, sitting side by side in a restaurant
booth? He answers me with, "I'm not mad at you... I
understand you're uncomfortable with me sometimes,
Dylan, and I'm trying to do my best to not take it too
personally."
Willie made his little speech and then reached over
and held my hand between both of his saying, for about
the tenth time since I've known him, "Anyway, I never
in a million years thought I'd ever have a date as hot
and sexy and cute as you are... and as nice too. I
know you wouldn't intentionally hurt my feelings...
sometimes you, like you said, just don't know the
correct way to act". I stared back blankly at his
seriously sincere cute face as I was trying to come up
with something to say. It's not unusual that Willie
will say something that I can't immediately respond to
because it's simply too off the wall... too
unexpected.
Well, some of his last statement is preposterous and
some of it makes me blush every time he says it, even
as I realize how silly it is. For one thing, me being
such a hot boy/date... that's nuts for a number of
reasons. He's cuter than I am, he's got his own hot
convertible, he goes to an exclusive Prep school,
he's got wickedly rich parents, he knows his way
around Boston, Cambridge. L.A. or wherever, and all
in all... he's the hottie "catch", not me. He's the
"trophy date", not me! I'm the "country bumpkin".
But, he sees it the way he chooses. I looked Willie
in the eyes and go, "Like I said in the car... I'm the
lucky one, Willie. I love that we're boyfriends... I
really do and I really feel lucky. I'll learn about
being gay from you."
Oh my God, Willie was beaming with pride again and I
wanted to hug him so tight and tell him how wonderful
he is... I don't think enough people have told him
that during his seventeen years of life. Interrupting
our mutual-admiration-society was a college-age waiter
who had arrived to take our order... we ordered Fried
Mozzarella for our shared appetizer and when Willie
nodded his head at me that I should order first, I
ordered Jack Daniels Glazed Ribs for my main course...
baked stuffed potato and a salad with Italian
dressing. Willie said, "I'll have the same as my
date's having, thank you. And, oh, please bring us
extra napkins and we'll both have cokes". I smiled to
myself thinking... "same as my date"?... hmmm, this is
going to be a real challenge changing Willie. I have
a feeling I'm the one who'll wind-up changing...
Willie smiled at me so hard when the waiter left... it
was obvious he was so proud to have me as his "date".
That's real nice, although I may have flushed some
when the waiter smirked in my direction at the "my
date" comment. Willie was making it more than
slightly awkward for me, as usual... but, he's doing
things his way and... what the hell, it's sweet.
After some small talk about the waiter... did I think
he was cute? and did he, the waiter, come on to me at
all?. "No" to both questions. Willie then had a long
rap that was funny although obviously he had memorized
it for tonight. He listed a number of things women
put in a newspaper personal ad when seeking male
companionship, and what those words in actuality
represent. Decoding the "buzz" words, he called it...
for example, if a woman says she's "forty-ish" it
really means she's forty-nine. If a woman describes
herself as "athletic" she's really confessing that she
has no tits.
He got me laughing pretty good and the more I laughed
the more confidently he came out with additional
examples... If she put "average looking" in her
personal ad it actually means... ugly. If she list
herself as "beautiful" it means... she's a
pathological liar. "Emotionally secure", equals...
heavily medicated. "Feminist" means... fat. "Fun
person" means she's probably been called annoying
quite frequently by other male companions. If she
says she's "new age" that means she's got body hair in
the wrong places. "Outgoing" probably indicates she
drinks too much and is loud and embarrassing. "Large
framed" would be used to describe a hugely fat woman.
And others like those... he'd memorized a lot of them.
Oh my goodness, he was so cute calling out these funny
lines. Our appetizer and cokes came while I was red
faced from laughing. It was slightly humorous stuff,
but mostly it was Willie's facial expressions and his
own laughter that struck me as being so funny. The
harder I laughed, the harder Willie laughed...
laughing at his own memorized jokes. Willie didn't
realize the waiter was standing behind him at first.
And, by the way... the waiter did have a cute smile in
his not-so-cute face. When the waiter laughed along
with Willie and me, that made Willie look up and see
him, and say, "Oh, our fried cheese and sodas"
The waiter nodded his head in the affirmative and
said, "Dude, those woman personal ad things are funny,
aren't they? Did ya see the ones in Boston Magazine
last month?" While the waiter was putting down our
stuff Willie sincerely said, "I forget where I read
those. It could have been Boston magazine. I'm
always looking for interesting things to talk about in
case I have a date for the evening, perhaps some of it
will occur to me to talk about." That stopped the
waiter and me in our tracks... nothing to say to that,
but it made me think, "Willie is always, always
nice... and directly honest to everybody".
While eating our ribs Willie told me a number of
things that reminded me of Chubby's "factoids" and my
curiosity finally got the best of me so I asked,
"Willie, did you actually memorize all these things
just to be able to use them for dinner conversation
tonight?". He got real red in the face, did a fake
cough, and asked me, "How did you know I memorized
everything, Dylan?" I made a face and shrugged my
shoulders like "it's no big deal" and he added, "I
was afraid nothing would occur to me that was
interesting and you'd be bored on our date". He
looked humiliated... like he'd be caught doing
something wrong.
It was so unusual I was speechless again... what to
say to such openness? He admitted to memorizing his
dinner conversation. I decided on honesty of my own,
"Damn Willie, that strikes me as being so fucking
considerate of you... to care that much, I mean.
Thank you, Willie" He was looking less chagrined now
and I finished up with, "I loved the memorized parts
of your conversation tonight, but I've always liked
your extemporaneous conversation very much too. I
think you're a special and interesting person." He
swallowed hard and squeaked out, "You're special too."
After saying that stuff, and with Willie discontinuing
the memorized aspect of our dinner conversation,
neither of us could think of anything to say. It got
real awkward until I said, "Oops Willie, let go back
to the memorized stuff..." and we both laughed. It
was easier going from then on. Frankly, Willie was
generally interesting to me because of his unique
"take" on dating... exploring the ins and outs of that
alone could hold my interest for any number of dinner
conversations. Plus, there's always the periods of
quiet time... I felt that just looking at him was fun.
He was fun to be with... period.
After dinner we found where we'd parked the car and
Willie drove us into Cambridge, Massachusetts. We
were looking for The Brattle Theatre where Willie
wanted us to see a gay oriented movie, "Shelter".
He'd been here a couple of dozen times but according
to Willie driving around Cambridge in a car is never
easy. Luckily he found a parking spot two blocks from
the theatre so we got out and he locked up the car
saying, "You're my good luck charm, Dylan. This is
the best parking spot I've ever found when coming here
for a movie." Then he motioned for me to come near
him and he got me around my waist with his right
arm... like that we slowly walked to the Brattle.
There were other gay couples mixed in with obviously
straight ones... none of them paid any attention to
us.
I didn't see anyone I knew, which is a good thing...
Willie knew a few and he said "Hi" to them as we
walked. There was a long line outside the movie
theatre that Willie ignored as he led me along the
line toward the front. We stopped fairly close to the
front and Willie goes, "There they are. Hi Martin!
... Hi Jeremy!'. Two slightly older looking guys
turned and gave Willie big smiles. Both were shorter
than Willie and me... about five feet seven inches and
stocky. They were "OK" in the looks department,
nothing special... both wore earrings and both had a
tattoo on their neck... I thought, "Ugh!" to that.
They weren't touching each other, but something about
them labeled them "gay"... I would have thought that
same thing no matter where I happened to see them.
The one with the died blond hair said, "My favorite
stromo, Willie Worthington. Hi sweetheart... and
you've got yourself a boyfriend. Oh, Martin look...
now we see why our young friend has that butch, retro
haircut... his girlfriend has it too." The two guys
chuckled in a nice way and the real blond said to
Willie, "Come on honey, you and your boyfriend get
here in line with us." The people behind him mumbled
and grumbled, but no one had the balls to challenge us
for butting in front of the line.
Willie introduced me to Jeremy and Martin as "my
boyfriend, Dylan Newman"... and then introduced his
friends to me... Martin Remingdom was the real blond
and Jeremy Goldman had died blond hair. "They're not
boyfriends, Dylan... just friends who hang out
together and do some random sex now and then." "More
rare than random", Martin said... and then goosed
Jeremy. While the line was moving at a snail's pace,
I learned how Willie knew these guys. Martin worked
for a lawn service that did work on the Worthington
property. One day last summer Willie took some
bottled water out for the workers and gave a bottle to
Martin... Martin had his gaydar on which "outed"
Willie on the spot. Willie chimed in with, "Oh
Dylan... you should have seen Martin. No shirt on,
just short/shorts with his hairy legs bulging with
muscles and he was all sweaty and hunky looking...
plus I was horny. I hadn't seen Larry for three weeks
by then." I smiled, but couldn't think of anything to
say to that except.. yuck!. It's always entertaining
though, watching Willie's animated expressions ... he
gets so excited about things.
Well, the story goes on that last summer, one thing
led to another, and Willie and Martin ended up in one
of the five car garage bays... Willie blowing Martin
and Martin blowing Willie... both, to beat the band.
In the weeks that followed, Martin also began banging
Willie regularly and Martin added, "Willie's my
favorite twink forever, but alas, he's too young for
me... I'm twenty-two now. So, I'm trying to seduce
this old guy I'm with, Mr Jeremy Goldman, who's even
older than I am." Jeremy says, "Yeah, two months
older". They were funny, those two... and let me tell
ya, there was no shortage of conversation with Martin
and Jeremy on the scene... no need to memorize
something to say with them around. They were
outrageous, but really nice too... I enjoyed their
company. Inside the theatre there wasn't any talking
at all once the movie started.
Martin and Jeremy sat there like two regular movie
goers, but not Willie and me. He had to have his arm
around my neck and my head pulled over to his... in a
short while, I rested my forehead against the side of
Willie's head and he'd turn his head to kiss the side
of my face from time to time. I wasn't annoyed by this
slightly embarrassing position. First of all he
smelled so good, and also he's the first gay boy in my
life that I truly liked... so, it was nice to touch
him and nice to feel so "wanted" by him. Every so
often Willie would whisper in my ear, so low I could
hardly hear him... "I love you so much, Dylan. I love
everything about you" and he'd kiss the side of my
face and hold it for fifteen or twenty seconds. He
gives me the hardest boners.
As the credits were running at the end of the movie
Willie twisted our faces together and he did his world
famous make-out... stopping just seconds before I blew
a load in my pants... I was panting by the time Willie
said, "Guess we should get out of here now, Dylan".
He says he loves me... I don't know that I love him,
but I'm getting a huge crush on him. The more time I
spend with him the hotter I think he is. It surprises
me each time I upwardly reevaluate my opinion of
Willie. I started out thinking I'm just having a fun
time with a kooky boy, but more and more it's looking
like the kooky boy is getting me seriously hooked on
him.
Martin and Jeremy were waiting for us outside and the
four of us went to a Starbucks one block over. After
getting our drinks we took them outside and sat on a
bench in a common area to enjoy the drinks along with
some small talk. Not sure what kind of drink I should
try, Willie decided for me and bought me a sweet ice
coffee thingie that was sort of like a milkshake.
It's the first drink from Starbucks I've ever had and
it was real good too. Jeremy talked about his last
date who he called his "one hit wonder"... meaning, I
think, that the guy never called Jeremy again after
that one time. Martin complained about his latest
boyfriend who broke-up with Martin a month ago... "He
was a total size queen and I guess, in the end, I
simply didn't have enough size". They laughed at
stuff I didn't really get, but that's OK... it was
enjoyable hanging with gay guys. They treated me well
and I felt like I belonged with them.
We all liked the movie... it was about a surfer dude
who falls for his best friend's brother. There were a
couple of sub plots, one involving a young kid who
looked-up, as in hero worship, to the gay guy. One
of the things I really liked about the movie is that
the gay guys were like Willie and me... straight
acting. That's what Martin meant when he called
Willie "stromo". They also called us "twinks" but all
in good fun. I learned that Chubby and I do some
"manscaping" and we didn't even realize we were doing
it... we shave our legs and crotches. By the way,
that information about shaving my legs was not shared
with the group... they'd been talking about another
guy they knew who was into "manscaping" big time and I
asked what that meant... and now I know.
This area in Cambridge is what the guys called a
gayborhood because it's gay friendly. Jeremy wanted
Willie and me to join them at this gay club they were
members of that featured great "homo hits"... that's
gay club music. I need to take notes on all the gay
slang so I can remember it. Willie knew it all... he
hung with these two, as well as with other gay kids
closer to his age who lived around here. It was
somehow nice knowing Willie had these gay friends.
I'd sort of been under the impression he was an
isolated loney boy, but I'm glad to be wrong about
that... he seems to be popular. It made me wonder why
he let Larry control him so much during the school
year. Willie politely declined the invitation to go
dancing with Martin and Jeremy telling them he had
other responsibilities to fulfill for his date...
wink, wink.
The last thing I learned is this...Willie and I are
both what's called, in gay sexual parlance,
"versatile"... meaning we're comfortable being "top"
or "bottom". Listening to those three describing gay
guys they'd known I felt maybe the term "versatile
bottom" was more accurate for me... so far anyway.
That means I'm OK with top or bottom, but I prefer
being a bottom... I think that's what it means. I was
surprised to hear Willie claim that he was the
opposite.. he was a "versatile top". Willie preferred
being a top. Now I had to wonder if Willie was
exaggerating his sexual exploits to these guys because
he's only been a "top" once in his life... that one
time he fucked me. Interesting that Willie would
embellish his sexual conquests to impress these two...
he was always so openly honest with everyone... that's
been my experience with him anyway. The whole night
was interesting though ... and it was only
nine-thirty.
Willie, finishing his drink, announced he had to get
his date home to bed. Martin and Jeremy laughed and
clapped saying, "Yeah baby! You do him good stud...
love ya Willie." They hugged Willie and then me
saying how I was a lucky guy having Willie for a
boyfriend and Martin added, "You didn't do too bad for
yourself either, Willie. Way to go... Dylan looks
like a keeper, sweetheart!" They joked about Willie
letting them know if he breaks-up with me... they want
my phone number and so forth. It was all in good fun,
like I said before... and I could tell it built up
Willie's self-image and made him feel great. I'm
happy about that. With his arm around my waist, we
walked back to the car... Willie assuring me, as we
walked, that the night had just begun.
It was a chilly ride back to Weston because Willy
wanted the top down. With the night temperature
dipping into the mid-sixties we needed the heater
blasting and the windows up... the top down still
made for a chilly ride. I had to smile while we were
driving up the Worthington's driveway because it's so
ridiculously long... the last time I was here I
thought it was a street, not a driveway... a street
without houses. His parents were away... Willie's
mother was in Scotland sight seeing with her sister
and his father was in New York City on business.
Willie was on his own... well, he did have the full
time chef, Ruman Dieze, and executive secretary, Paul
Windell, to assist him. The executive secretary ran
the household... doing everything a normal homeowner
would do. Paul's wife, Martha, supervised the upkeep
of the house... that is, the housecleaning and food
purchasing. So the caretakers ran the mansion and
once in a while the owners, Willie's parents, showed
up to stay there... in much the same way one stays at
a hotel.
Theoretically, the Windells were in charge of Willie
too... his guardians, but in actuality he came and
went as he pleased. Nice arrangement. And, oh yeah,
Willie's "allowance" was two hundred dollars a week...
so, OK Willie, you get the check for dinner. He held
my hand walking from the car to the side door of his
house. Just inside the house Willie got my head
between both hands and kissed me till I was again on
the verge of cuming in my pants. My arms were around
his waist and he had my body squirming... I loved
making-out with this cute boy... he was the best
make-out artist ever... how could anyone be better?
Oh my God, I had a dripping boner when Willie asked,
"Do you want to get fucked first tonight, Dylan? ...
pleeeeze."
He'd managed to turn a question into begging to get
his own way, which Willie is comfortable and adroit at
doing ... I said, "Fuck me first Willie. Sure, I'd
really like that"... Willie murmured, "Good... I'll do
you real hot, Dylan" and he held me tightly to his
body... his boner felt so long, poking sideways in his
pants. When he'd finished his hug, up the stairs to
his room we go with Willie again leading me by my
hand. Inside his room Willie was breathless,
wheezing out, "I'm so aroused, Dylan. Let's get
undressed quickly".
We got out of our clothes and Willie lapsed back into
copying his roommate Larry, "Down on your knees and
suck my cock... right over here" as he pointed to an
area of thick Oriental carpet right in front of him.
I said, "Don't start up with that bossy shit, Willie"
and he goes, "Pleeeze Dylan, just do it". Well, it
was half an order and the other half a plea so I got
down on my knees in front of him and sucked his cock
into my mouth. It's not like I didn't want to suck him
off... it's pretty much a thrill to me, sucking teen
cocks... especially one as long and special as
Willie's. Very youthful healthy looking erect penis
sticking out of a rather short sparse pubic patch that
smelled nice... Willie had a very boyish smell like
I've noticed on a few other boys... not all boys, but
some... Chubby and the Dickers brothers are like
that.
Sucking and lapping just the head of his cock first...
it's my favorite part of blowing a kid, sucking the
head of his cock. Plenty of saliva so the swollen
head slides around my lips, and my tongue slips over
it easily... then the tip of my tongue in the pee slit
for ten to fifteen seconds to get it gaping open.
Willie was huffing and puffing bursts of air as he ran
his fingers through my flattop hair. I still have to
say, in my very limited experience, Carl has the best
cock head I've sucked. His dick is short, but the
cock head is firm and slightly enlarged. You know who
else is like that... Chubby, that's who. Of course
I've only sucked his cock's head in my dreams. His
cock is even shorter than Carl's... same kind of cock
head though, and would I ever love to suck that baby
for real.
Just to see if I could still do it, I pushed my head
forward with my mouth opened and my throat relaxed...
Willie's boner slid down my throat and my nose buried
in his bush. Oh my God, he smells good. I bobbed
back off till the head of his cock was at my lips
again... and then swallowed his boner after sucking on
the head for a couple seconds. Willie went up on his
toes groaning and blowing long exhales through his
lips making that steamed heat sound. Keeping his boner
in my throat I rubbed my nose around his pubes and did
swallowing motions on his cock. I could actually feel
his cock head begin to expand and I heard Willie say,
"No, I'm going to cum" and he pulled back till his
cock slipped out of my mouth. A string of saliva and
precum connected the head of his cock to my tongue.
Willie turned away, breaking the strand, and hurried
into his bathroom where I heard water splashing in the
sink. Getting up I went over to look and there was
Willie running cold water on the head of his cock.
The very thought of doing that to myself made me
shudder.
"I want to fuck you soooo bad, Dylan, and I almost
blew my load down your throat. Martin's the only
other person to ever sucked me off and it didn't feel
nearly as hot as when you just did it. Holy shit!
Dylan... that took me by surprise. It felt awesome,
but right now I want to fuck your boy pussy". I go,
"Willie!!! No boy pussy talk" and he went, "Oh yeah...
I'm so use to Larry and Carl calling my ass that. You
and me are different... huh, Dylan?" I nodded at him
with half a smile... he was using a hand towel to dry
his cock, which was still hard despite all that cold
water... he's a horny boy, truly amazing. He'd
started doing the same kind of panting that almost
caused him to hyperventilated at his mother's party.
He'd also been doing that panting thing in between
those long exhales while I was sucking him off too...
I wondered if he'd have another one of his breathing
attacks... you know, when we start fucking. Watching
this naked teenager drying his boner I smiled, feeling
lucky. I'd forgotten how hot Willie's slim naked body
was. And that was true even though his body didn't
have hardly any muscular definition... maybe I need
to describe it as skinny, rather then slim, but so
what... that didn't bother me, I liked skinny. His
skin was flawless, no random pimples or hairy parts
and I liked the way he was so comfortable being naked.
I was always a tad self-conscious being totally naked
in front of someone.
Everything about Willie was "longish" but it was very
cute too... slightly longish shaped head and nose,
long arms and legs and feet... and penis. He had a
very youthful looking face, as well as the youthful
body I just mentioned ... including his seven-plus
inch long boner, that looked youthful too. It was
still sticking straight out from his sparse pubes at
the moment... very hard and wet at the tip again from
a couple drops of precum. My own boner had been
dripping while I sucked Willie's cock, but it was only
semi-hard now. Even when it's totally hard and erect
it didn't exceed six inches... and looked shorter than
that when next to Willie's.
Taking deliberate deep breaths Willie says to me, "In
my bed now...please, Dylan... and on your back". I
pulled back his top sheet... the purple sheets from
last week had been replaced with black silk ones...
very sexy and cool to the touch. Getting comfortable
laying on my back with my head on Willie's
pillow...the lights went down low and music came up
high... a big sound from many stereo speakers at
different places in his bedroom. The song that
blasted out was one I recognized right away. Chubby
and me were familiar with it... it was Leonard Cohen's
"Hallelujah" ... Willie had a rendition of that song
by K D Lang... her powerful voice filled the room, a
full orchestra behind her. It sent chills through my
body... the music up so loud.
Without commenting about his choice of music, Willie
climbed on top of me wrapping his arms around my neck.
His breathing was slightly labored at first, but
calmed down as he started his unbelievably hot style
of making-out. A lot of tongue, lips and saliva...
sucking and kissing all around my mouth, face and
neck. He'd concentrate on one spot for thirty seconds
till I was squirming with pleasure. The smell of
him... the feel of his skinny body and his smooth
skin... and with that music filling my head, it was so
sexual. I ran my fingers through his flattop hair...
so soft and silky. It was so soft I couldn't believe
he could get it to stand up as straight as he did. I
rubbed his head and the back of his neck and moaned
with pleasure as another rendition of "Hallelujah'
followed K D Lang's... and another after that, Jeff
Buckley, Bon jovi, John Cale... all doing their
version of that beautiful song... and on and on, and
another and another. Some with lots of string
instruments and high pitched back-up singers and some
with just acoustic guitar or just piano... all
different renditions of the same highly inspirational
song... powerful, magnificent music swarmed the room
from every direction. I was gasping for oxygen and
groveling under Willie's skinny body... anxious for
his sex.
Willie was relentless, as if he were a starving animal
who was intent on devouring me. He did humps with his
hips all the time we made out, using his knees to
slowly, little by little, push my ass up slightly ...
just up off the mattress. After a bit I just
naturally pulled my feet toward my body and then
raised my legs, bending at the knees and, as he inched
his knee against my buttocks, I spread my knees apart
and surrendered my hole to Willie... perfectly
situated for Willie to fuck. The powerful music
echoed all around us... I wanted him inside me so
badly by now I was making small moans and pressing my
ass against his crotch. His long boner was laying
hard between my legs, right on top of my own
throbbing, dripping erection.... the tip of my boner
reaching only to just below were the head of Willie's
began. I gasped for air... it was so sensual, Willie
laying on me like this.
He lifted his head, sweat on his forehead, a pinkish
flush to his face and he grunted, just barely above
the music, "You ready for it, Dylan?" All I could do
was nod my head "yes". My face was sweaty too, but
mostly saturated with Willie's spit. It added to the
feeling of being slippery and slimy and ready for sex.
He moved away from me slightly and I felt his wet
cock head at my hole... without hesitating he hump it
right inside me hard... no lube except precum. I
swear to God it hurt, but I didn't care, I sang out
with the song. Looking at Willie through slits in my
eyelids I saw him with glazed eyes, his mouth open,
panting little burst of air... a small bubble of spit
at the corner of his mouth.
Willie went inside me two inches with that first
hump... he was catching his breath, getting it under
control. I saw a calmer look come over him and then
an immediate thrust of his hips and another three
inches of boner went up inside me. Then a steady push
of the remaining two-plus inches. His eyes were wide
for a second and then he bent his head back so far I
saw his adams apple protrude... the first time I'd
noticed that. His head came back with a slight smile
on his lips as he withdrew almost his entire cock... I
thought I was going to cum right then... it felt so
good... another "Hallelujah" began, along with
Willie... he was beginning too. With two quick hip
thrust he drove his cock all the way inside me again
...had me impaled on his boner... all the way up to
his bush. Without much of a hesitation he did a
number of five inch humps in and out, followed by a
few longer ones, and then a half dozen full seven
inch penetrations and I'm going, "Willie... Willie,
fuck me, fuck me" the music faded under the force of
Willie's fucking.... he pushed my knees down against
the mattress on either side of me, with my feet up in
the air, and fucked me like I've never been fucked
before. Hallelujah... over and over.
My eyes were tightly closed as I concentrated solely
on the incredible sensations in my tunnel... barely
hearing the music now. At first it was all about how
my hole felt... then all about how my nuts were
churning cum around... then my cock was twitching on
it's own... then that unmistakable feeling in my
entire groin area... I squealed as I contracted every
muscle in my body and cum shot out of my boner to
spray my chin. Willie fucked me even faster and I
felt his saliva spray on my belly... my second cum
shot hit my chest just as Willie emptied his nuts up
inside my bowels. It was so squishy inside me Willies
boner slipped out of me twice. The first time it
slipped out he was firing some creamy cum and it ended
up all over my scrotum. I was stroking my cock with
every hump of Willie's cock up my ass... fabulous,
fabulous, hallelujah....
When Willie fumbled his boner back inside me ... it
felt so good going back in, I went, "Ahhhhh... yeah"
and he pumped my asshole for a couple more minutes...
then continued to pump my hole after our last spurts
of cum had left our bodies. Still inside me, he lay
on my body with his head beside mine, squishing my cum
between our bellies as he quietly moaned and squirmed
on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding just as
hard and fast as mine. Wrapping my arms around his
neck I hugged him against me for all I was worth. I
wrapped my legs on top of his and he got his arms
around my arms... we were a tight bundle of teenage
boys... from a quick glance someone would have trouble
deciding who's body parts were who's. We were wet
with cum, spit, and sweat and as tight together as a
ball of twine.... and just like that, the music was
over and dead silence replaced it... then I heard our
breathing.
Our bodies slid against one another in an effort to
get tighter together... cum squeezed out of my ass
around his semi-hard cock. Willie squirmed his knees
up to my buttocks and I rearranged my legs to hold him
in a scissor hold around his back now. We tightened
everything up and I could feel his cock slide up
inside me another inch... I did little quick breaths
and hugged him tighter. Willie's lips against my
ear, "Tell me you love me, Dylan" I said, "I do love
you, Willie" and he kissed my ear, then tongued it
until I thought I'd faint with the sensations, saliva
dripping from my ear onto my neck..
I didn't believe I was "in love" with him, but I think
I actually did love him... certainly at that moment I
did. Giving up on my ear, Willie very quietly said, in
a speculative manner... "I think I fell a little bit
in love with you when the "tops" were fucking us at
Carl's and we held hands while we got fucked." I
mumbled, "Oh". His cock was getting harder now and he
began very short thrusts with his hips... a burst of
warm, moist air from his mouth on my neck with each
thrust of his cock. It wasn't long before he was
fully boned again. He mumbled, "Oh my God this feels
good" and I loosened my legs just a little so he could
start fucking me again with longer thrust. Shortly,
with sweat dripping off his forehead, he was doing
full seven inch humps in and out of my ass once more.
He broke free of my arms to lift up and push my knees
down against my sides again and fucked me steadily for
ten or twelve minutes with both of us going "Ah oh"
with every thrust in... and every pull out.
Willie finally groaned out, "I'm going to cum again"
and I think we both splattered a spurt of cum about
the same time. He was really breathing hard when he
laid back down on my sweaty body... his cock still
inside me. We were silent except for our raspy
breathing. We lay together in a ball for ten minutes
or so more... and then we both had to pee. When
Willie reluctantly pulled out of me I felt so empty
back there... and so wet back there too as his cum
drooled down from my hole to join the earlier
droolings that had dried on the inside of my thighs.
"Willie's sperm coming out of my asshole" I thought
stupidly, "Isn't that something?"... I was in a daze.
After peeing we climbed back into bed, Willie pulled
the covers over us and we quietly talked about our
"love making" ...as Willie was calling it. That was
OK with me. I was completely truthful when I told him
it was the most sexually satisfying fuck I'd ever had
with anyone... and that furthermore, sex with him, in
general, was thrilling to me. Willie asked,
"Thrilling? I bet you're glad I made you my boyfriend
then, aren't you Dylan?" That sounds like a pompous,
braggadocio thing for him to say, but the way Willie
said it was almost like he was saying he's so lucky
I'm his boyfriend... like he wasn't worthy or
something... the opposite of bragging.
It's hard to explain, but with Willie... his words
often don't match the emphasis he puts on them... he's
humble and sweet. I said, "Oh yeah, Willie... being
your boyfriend ROCKS! dude" he giggled, and I said,
"How could it not rock?... the dinner was great and
the movie and the Starbucks thingie and, let's see...
what else?" Right on cue he goes, "How about the
sex?" and I'm like, "Oh yeah, you fuck me so good
too". Willie beamed and everything about him just
made me feel clean and good... this is definitely how
one should feel after sex. I was so happy right
then... and not horny at all.
As we lay on our backs, touching side by side, Willie
kept his arm under my neck and I thought about his
constant touching... maybe it made him feel "in
charge" ... to always have his arm around me one way
or another... and that's OK, I don't mind that he
does. Every now and then he'd roll over on his side
and nuzzle the side of his face against mine. So far
I haven't even come close to tiring of cuddling with
Willie... hard to imagine I ever will either. I love,
love, love the "Willie smell"... his personal odor. I
press my nose against his neck, down near his
shoulder, to smell his unique smell... swear to God,
it gets me hard to smell his body. His hair is fun to
run my fingers through too. The only boy who has hair
as fine as Willie's is Dodger. Dodger's hair is the
same texture and if he'd ever let it grow out a little
it would be almost identical to Willie's.
We lay together talking about different things that
happened earlier in the night... or as Willie puts it,
"earlier on our date". I was fascinated that he'd put
together an entire CD of "Hallelujah" renditiuons.
Chubby and I had to become familiar with that song for
a school project. If not for that project I'm pretty
sure "hallelujah" wouldn't make our "hit parade" list.
The song isn't exactly teen material for the most
part. It was so like Willie to adopt that kind of
unique song as his private "mood" piece for sex.
Willie is such an original teen.. he never ceases to
amaze me. The explanation of his interest in the song
was straight forward... "Oh Dylan, didn't you like
it? I heard it on 92.5 FM last year and fell in love
with it. I discovered all those different artist
doing the song on YouTube."
That was that. simple... he heard it and liked it. It
is a very dramatic song and both Chubby and I grew to
like it for that reason... so many artist covering
the song was interesting to us too. Then, changing
subjects, Willie says, "I love you so much Dylan! I
simply can't wait another week before being with you
again. You're my boyfriend and you need to find a way
to get away during the week to see me". He still
slips into that absurd dominant "bossy" behavior
pattern. He's following his roommate, Larry's,
example... apparently Willie feels he's filling
Larry's position in our relationship and I'm playing
his role.
I want to break Willie of that, like I mentioned
before... but I want to do it slowly. Before starting
any of that though, I needed to explain my family
situation for Willie... the way Chubby and me are
brothers and how we are very close and I also reminded
him that I'm in the closet. I described the way
Chubby and I use to do everything, and I mean
everything together, but then he got a job after
school and things began to change and now I have a
summer job and we have even less time together so the
time we do have is important to us.
Willie always gives me his undivided attention
whenever I'm talking so he's looking me in the eyes
and nodding his head that he understands what I'm
saying... I told him why Wednesday's wouldn't work...
it's because Chubby and I have the Dicker's barbecue
and swim nights then. Then I explained that if I
told Chubby I'm going to hang-out with a new friend
Tuesday or Thursday night, Chubby is going to want to
come along. After a further discussion, it came down
to this... I can't tell my family I'm going on a date
with my boyfriend because they don't know I'm gay...
and I can't say I'm going to hang out with my new bud,
Willie, because Chubby will want to come too which
means no sex for Willie and me. Willie continued to
listen to my every word with a sympathetic expression
on his face.
I was running out of ways to say the same thing... it
seemed obvious to me and I felt Willie would surely
understand. Finally Willie took an exasperated
breath, held up both his hands like "stop" and said,
"OK, enough Dylan! I can see it's not simple for you,
but I want you to do it anyway. We'll talk tomorrow
or Monday to arrange someplace for me to pick you up.
I've decided it's going to be Tuesday at seven-thirty
for our next date. You'll need to figure out what to
tell everyone... all I care about is that you get
yourself where we decide you'll be so I can pick you
up. I need to put my foot down with this, Dylan...
I'm sorry, but it's necessary".
As I've indicated, I want to break Willie of his
stupid way of dominant talking, but I don't want to do
the dominant thing myself in order to get him to stop
doing it, I've got to reason with him over time... if
you see what I mean. So, for now, I took a deep
breath and said, "OK, Willie... I will. Somehow I'll
make-up a reason I need to go some place on Tuesday
night. Is that OK?" Willie goes, "Yes, and you might
as well set it up for every Tuesday, Dylan. I don't
want to have to go through this every Saturday night
with you... it's date night for you and me every
Tuesday and Saturday. Sorry to have to get so stern
with you, but I think it's up to me to take the lead
here... I know what's best for us".
Getting really pissed-off at his attitude now, I was
about to "lose it" and blurt out something very
negative or hurtful when he leaned in to me and put
his lips on my mouth. I'd missed my opportunity to
say anything because we were off to the races
making-out again, and I love that... we'll talk later.
The making out went on for quite some time... until
both heads of our cocks were slippery wet again, and
so were our mouths, noses, cheeks and chins... they
were slippery with our spit. His saliva is so sexy
smelling... the faintest hint of some nice smelling
something that I can't put my finger on... what is it
I'm reminded of? ... I can't place it, but it's sexy
and nice, that's for sure. I figure we'll deal with
the "every Tuesday being date night" another time. I
didn't want to fight because this was the greatest
night for sex I've ever dreamed of having and I didn't
want it to end badly.
We fell asleep after our make-out. Willie had been
doing the beginnings of a hickey on my neck when one
of us fell asleep, and then the other... I must have
gone off first. Willie woke me around one in the
morning. The first thing I noticed was all the dried
cum on my back side and thighs... my skin was stiff
back there. Willie was smiling and appeared real
fresh. He excitedly said, "You ready to fuck me now
Dylan? I have a itchy boy pussy, and I want that nice
boner of your's inside me... I love that feeling. Try
to do it like Larry does it, OK?". I didn't bother
correcting the "boy pussy" remark or the "do it like
Larry" one either... instead I said, "Oh, OK! That's
including the spanked ass, right?" and Willie says,
"Well, yeah... that's what Larry does" and he went
under the covers giggling.
Almost immediately he began to suck my cock, getting
it hard. Oh boy, did that wake me up fast. That kid
sucks cock like he makes out... lots of tongue and
spit and constant activity. In two minutes I'm like,
"OK, OK I'm hard". It was just like almost happened
to Willie earlier... I was afraid I'd cum in his mouth
and miss out on fucking him tonight. I had no
intention of running cold water on my boner however...
I shuddered again just thinking about him doing that.
Willie wanted it on the bed, on his knees, with his
ass in the air and his head down on his forearms.
When he was in position I spanked his ass half
heartedly six times... guess the smacks were harder
than I thought cause Willie goes, "OK, Dylan... that
hurts a little" so I stopped and massaged his ass
cheeks a little... boy they were very nice ones too...
just slightly pink from the spanking. We were using
lube this time, at Willie's request, so my boner felt
very slippery. With me up on my knees behind him I
pushed my boner steadily all the way up inside him.
He groaned from some pain... but from my viewpoint,
whoa! did it ever feel good! My boner was alive with
sensations... oh so good being inside his tight, hot,
hole.
Made me think... Holy shit! Maybe I should rethink my
position that I'd rather be a versatile bottom... this
top position is awesome!! Maybe I just hadn't
experienced enough of it to decide... well hell, it
was only those two times I fucked Willie at his
mother's party... that's my entire experience fucking.
Willie and I are both new at this. With my hands
gripping his hips I fucked him fast... it got to
feeling urgent to me almost right from the start. My
lack of experience once again... I couldn't take it
slow and drag it out like I should have. No... it was
a rabbit-in-heat fast-fuck...and I went at it as hard
as I could.
All I heard was Willie's "Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh" until he
climaxed just before me. I know he did because I felt
his sphincter tighten around my boner... I was seeing
flashing lights when I climaxed... him tightening up
on my boner. Very little cum this time, but it felt
good... real good. This was a quickie, but we were
both wiped-out from a long night of fun and sex.
Willie was giggling again...saying, "Oh Dylan, my dick
is so sensitive" but he kept stroking it as he said
that. Then he said, "When I told you the spanking
hurt you're suppose to smack the back of my head for
talking and then spank me harder." While I pulled out
of him I said, "Jeez, Willie. Do we gotta do
everything Larry and Carl do. You like the spanking?"
He's like "Oh yeah, it's so hot".
Guess I've got a hell of a lot to learn, but it seems
like contradictory activities... spanking and fucking.
Best to leave this topic for another time... I went
for upbeat and said, "This was super, but I really
want to do the fucking first next Tuesday, Willie.
There's hardly any cum up your hole and it feels so
excellent when there's lots of slippery cum, like last
Sunday. Oh man, my dick was slipping and sliding
inside of you then.. awesome feeling, ya know? ..."
Willie goes, "We'll see, perhaps..." I shook my
head, thinking..." there it was again"... that bossy
thing, like "he'll decide". Oh fuck, let this slide
for now too.
We took a shower together and shampooed and soaped
each other pretty good, but no boners appeared. We
were finally two sexually satified boys... yes indeed,
but I bet we won't be for long. Willie did both our
hairdos with a brush and hairdryer and then insisted
on the underwear swap again... I was too tired to
argue. As I put his jockey shorts on I made a mental
note to hide this pair the same place I hid the other
pair. Mom does the wash and she'd know these aren't
mine the second she laid eyes on them. That wouldn't
be easy to explain... to put it mildly.
The drive to my house was made with the top up this
time and when we got there Willie made out with me in
the car for ten minutes before I could convince him I
was too tired for any more. I still felt sexually
fulfilled, but that boy apparently has an insatiable
sex drive. Before he let go of me he said, "You're
not mad at me for being stern with you earlier
tonight, are you? Please say you're not. I only do
it because I love you and we need to be together more
than one night a week. You can understand that can't
you, Dylan? Here, come closer..." and, instead of
letting me answer, he kissed me some more. I didn't
want to argue and spoil the evening, like I mentioned
earlier... plus, I liked him so much, I didn't want to
hurt his feelings either... so, when I got the chance,
I said, "I can't be mad at you Willie... you're my
boyfriend" One more sloppy kiss on my lips and he
said, "I love you too. You go on in now, I'm not going
to walk you to the door tonight... it's too late for
that. Don't worry, I'll call you" and that was the
end of our date. Up in my bed I went where I slept
like a baby. The next morning Chubby had to drag me
out of bed so we could fix our special Sunday morning
breakfast.
**************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 6
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Chapter 3
I got dressed after Chubby got me up and we started
preparing the Sunday breakfast together... he was
cutting up potatoes, green peppers, and onions for
home fries while telling me a little about his
Saturday night... just generalities. Ricky's father
had apparently ordered too much pizza for the boys,
but they managed to stuff it down their throats just
the same.... they each had a couple of beers while
they were doing it too and Mr Ortiz was cool with
that... the boys were all real loose, screwing around
and ragging on each other while eating and drinking.
Then, afterward, Rickie actually had a real meeting
prepared. He told them to sit down and shut-up...
after which he went about critiquing each of the guys'
performance on the job. There were only three of the
four kids in Rickie's crew present. Rickie had fired
the forth kid after work earlier in the day because of
the kid's poor performancer. A new kid was starting
in the fired boy's place Monday.
Chubby says that at first the guys were looking at
each other and making faces like "what the fuck is
going on here?". Rickie yelled at them that he wasn't
fucking around... he wasn't playing games with
them... he's serious. After about forty-five minutes
of laying down the law, Rickie called the meeting to
a close. By then the guys knew what was expected of
them and they also knew that Rickie was taking his
responsibilities as their boss seriously... the boys
on Rickie's crew better take their responsibilities
seriously too... or be fired. Then, finally some good
news... starting Monday everyone of them, excluding
the new kid, were getting a dollar and fifty cent
raise in their hourly wage. Chubby was now making ten
dollars and fifty cents an hour. It made my seven
dollar an hour wage look pretty puny.
The pay increase had the crew back in a positive frame
of mind, but by now none of the boys had any doubt who
the boss was. Rickie would be firing and hiring and
giving our raises... Chubby said he saw the
brown-nosing start right after the meeting. The guys
started treating Rickie with a lot more respect...
looking for his approval. They all finally had some
fun after the meeting... miniature golfing where
Rickie won twenty bucks by having the lowest score at
the end of the night. After that they got soft serve
ice cream cones... Chubby was home in bed by
midnight. He said that at first it was awkward
treating Rickie as his boss, but he didn't have much
choice in the matter... as the evening went on Rickie
had the last word in everything... including all the
close calls in the miniature golf match.
Chubby was quiet for a few seconds and then he glumly
added, "I don't want to lose that job, Dylan. Not
until you and I get our drivers license and have
enough money to get some kind of car". Additional
details slipped out about Chubby's night as we
continued with breakfast preparations. It seems that
after the ice cream he hadn't come straight home.
Rickie had driven the other two guys home, but
insisted that Chubby go back to the office with him.
Chubby mumbled, "It was just ahh, I don't know... it's
not important. He wanted me to do a couple of things
and if I don't screw-up with them I'll be assured of
keeping the job at least through the summer and maybe
into my senior year if I still need the money... I
gotta stay on Rickie's good side, that's all. I'm
just telling ya all this, Dylan, so you won't worry
that I might get fired or something. I've been in a
bad mood lately about the job, I know that. Rickie
told me to improve my attitude or I'd be history too,
so I'll suck it up and try acting less like an asshole
around here too. We're getting those fucking licenses
this summer.... I won't let you down, Dylan."
I told him I wasn't ever worried about him letting me
down about anything, but I was interested in what
extra things Rickie was expecting him to do. Chubby
brushed it off with, "Oh for Christ sake, Dylan. I
told you it's nothing. Just some stuff you most
definitely would freak out at and you just wouldn't
understand." When I looked at him with a questioning
look on my face and my hands held out like "what the
fuck does that mean?" Chubby waved his hand
dismissively, saying, "It's just technical window
washing stuff. Jesus, you can be a dick sometimes,
Dylan".
We were quiet for a couple of minutes and then Chubby
said, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Dylan. It's hard
to explain to you what I need to do for that prick,
but everything is going to be OK. And, you're not a
dick either... you're my favorite home boy of all
time, that's who you are" and he squeezed the back of
my neck asking, "Alright?". I nodded and smiled, but
I still wondered what that extra "stuff" for Ricky was
all about. No talking for another minute and then
Chubby, in a very serious voice says, "Did you know
that the first couple to be shown in bed together on
TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone?" I frowned and
asked, "Who the fuck are Fred and Wilma Flintstone?"
Chubby said, "Fuck if I know" and he looked up and did
that tiny mysterious grin at me. God! that kid is
cute!
While getting the toast ready I told him about my
Saturday night... hanging out with my new friend,
Willie Worthington, and how we'd gone to the movies,
and then about us just chillin, and then about us
getting a Starbucks drink... my first one ever. I
looked over at him for some reaction, but he didn't
offer any. Actually, Chubby appeared to be
distracted and only half paying attention. He didn't
even ask what movie we saw... I had a lie ready to
tell to if he had. Certainly wasn't going to tell him
about seeing "Shelter"... which was the gay movie we
actually did see.
As I told Chubby some of what happened last night I
intentionally was making it seem slightly boring and
since Chubby wasn't really interested in details
anyway, it worked. Then, going for broke I came right
out with, "Willie asked me to help him set up his new
computer system this Tuesday night, so I guess I'll be
over there with him, in Weston, Tuesday after work."
Chubby didn't get upset or even seem curious... he did
comment, "Jesus, Dylan... if your friend is using you
as his computer expert he must be a dumb fuck where
computers are concerned". I go, "Yeah, cause I'm no
genius about PCs... I know that".
And then, just like that, it was settled... I realized
that Tuesday is "date night' for me and Willie.... no
problem. I hated lying so much to Chubby... it gave
me a seriously guilty conscience. Damn! On the
other hand, he isn't telling me everything there is to
know about his job either. And, whatever that cretin
Ricky is up to... of course it worries me. I told
Chubby that it didn't, but it does. I knew
Rick-the-prick was trouble the first night I met him.
Not a thing I could think of to do about that
situation right now though. Chubby and I finished up
the breakfast in silence. The two of us had run out
of things to say about Saturday night... frankly, both
of us seemed glad to be moving away from the topic.
For the first time in weeks Chubby lost the coin
flip... he went to get the Sunday morning coffees at
Dunkin Donuts. Chubby's Mom was up by now and then my
Mom came up to Tris' place where we were having the
breakfast this Sunday. I talked with them about my
week at work while we waited for Chubby to get here
with our coffees. Not too much detailed discussion
about Willie... just that I've made a new friend who
lives in Weston and blab, blab, blab. They were happy
that both Chubby and me were making new friends,
adjusting to new things in our lives, and growing-up
so well... generally speaking. They went on some
about being proud of us both...
I was home free for now as far as my boyfriend was
concerned... except, of course, I hadn't actually told
anyone that he was in fact my "boyfriend" and then, of
course, there's that fucking guilty conscience which
gets a little worse with each lie-by-omission I tell
someone. That being said, Willie is now a known part
of my life. That means I can tell any of them I'm
doing this or that with Willie Worthington and they
won't be asking twenty questions about who he is.
It's not ideal of course, but I'm pretty much hooked
on Willie so I've got to make it work the best way I
can. Everyone has some secrets in their life... don't
they?
Chubby and I did our run after breakfast, but neither
of us was very talkative... you don't really need to
do a lot of talking when you're running four miles in
a half hour, but we usually do. Something was hanging
in the air between us... probably more than one thing
actually because, for one... I was knew I was lying
and then there's the unknown "something" that Chubby
was definitely not being forthcoming about... it
obviously involved him and Rickie. It's hard for me
to believe that Chubby was doing gay sex with Rickie,
but what else could it be? I'm doing gay stuff with
Willie so why would it be so hard to imagine Chubby
doing it with Rickie? I have no answer to that
question, but just the same... it is hard for me to
imagine.
My cell phone goes off as we're walking back to the
house... it's Robbie who wants to hang out this
afternoon. My first thought was to go over his place
for a swim, but that was no good because his folks
were having an adult cocktail party around the pool.
That's the reason Robbie and Dodger want to get away
for the afternoon. After commiserating with Chubby we
agreed to meet the boys at the Mall to just hang out
and see what pops up. Before going in to take a
shower I tried one more time to get Chubby to open up,
"You're sure everything's OK Chubby? I'd help you
with any problem you might have, you know that...
right?" He rubbed my damp hair and said that I'd be
the first person he'd turn to for help if he needed
it, but he doesn't need any at the moment. I wanted
to hug him so much and to tell him how much he means
to me... tell him I love him. But instead I said,
"Anytime... ...See ya in ten minutes, dude. Love ya
bro!"
Walking to the Mall, Chubby was pissing and moaning
about the way we have to walk every fucking place and
how much we need to change that... "Our drivers
license and a car are two priority fucking items for
this summer Dylan. Nothing must get in our way. I'm
sick of walking." I concurred and then we totaled-up
how much money we'd accumulated so far... it would
still be near the end of August before we could do the
license, and the car, and the car insurance. Then we
talked about our vacation coming up a week from
yesterday... next Saturday we'd be in Wildwood and
that conversation picked-up our spirits considerably.
My Mom had switched vacation spots from Cape Cod to
Wildwood... the Moms reasoned that it's really where
we, the kids, wanted to go. Either place would have
been fine with them. Actually, the Cape cost more...
so that further helped to convince them to switch.
In The Mall we met Robbie and Dodger at the Fenway
hotdog stand on the second level. The
air-conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat...
we got hot and a little sweaty walking over from our
house. Dodger immediately jumps on my back like a
little kid, saying, "Yuck, you're sweaty Dylan". I
could feel him rubbing his nose back and forth on the
back of my neck, his arms around my throat and his
legs locked around my waist. "You're sweaty but you
smell soooooo good, Dylan. How'd ya manage that?"
then he let go of my body and dropped to his feet. I
turned around quickly and got him in a headlock doing
that knuckling on top of his head that I'd done the
last day of school. I said, "Who's your barber,
dude... this haircut sucks".
Chubby and Robbie are doing the handshake and one arm
hug and after I let Dodger go Robbie and I did the
same. The guys wanted to go to the food court so we
began sauntering down the aisle... Robbie and Chubby
talking about last night's Red Sox game and Dodger and
me behind them, both of us acting like ten year olds.
Dodger says, "Oh Dylan... I forgot to give you my new
greeting" and he catches my face between his hands and
gives me that quick as a flash kiss on the lips, only
it wasn't quick as a flash... it lingered for two or
three seconds and my eyes were darting around to
check-out who was noticing us. There were plenty of
people around, but... as far as I could tell, no one
was looking at Dodger and me.
Done with the kiss, Dodger goosed my crotch and said,
"If you had gotten boned-up from that greeting, I was
going to tell on you". He had a boyishly mischievous
look on his face, sparkling brown eyes and brilliant
white teeth... what a remarkable looking boy. The
fact I didn't have a boner from him molesting me for
the last two minutes is a miracle... I can only
attribute the lack of boner action to the fact that
Dodger took me so completely by surprise that my dick
was caught off guard... and that's a rare occurrence.
Without commenting on his threat to "tell on me" I got
my arm around his neck and pulled his head against my
face like Willie does to me and, as we continued
walking, kissed his cheek for ten seconds... he didn't
fight me off at all. Pulling my lips away from his
sweet face I said, "We're even now.." and then I said,
"Except for this..." and I goosed his crotch and felt
his short, hard cock sticking straight up. "I'm
telling on you, Dodger, you have a boner"... I said
that jokingly, but he was serious when he said, "No.
please don't say anything to Robbie, Dylan. Please."
Very odd reaction... I certainly had no intention of
telling anyone anything about our playful act of
kissing and groping each other's crotch... is he nuts?
He stayed up against my side even though I'd loosened
my hold around his neck. Dodger looked up at me with
a flushed face and said matter-of-factly, "Don't tell
on me, but I liked that a lot, Dylan. You can do it
any time you want to." Good God, I got the hardest
boner myself then. I pushed him away saying, "Don't
hold your breath waiting for the next one, Dodger". He
said, "You liked it, Dylan... don't lie, and anyway
it's my turn next... I owe you one now..." He laughed
and added, "and you won't know when it's coming
either." He was in a very playful mood. I needed to
think about this... maybe the long shot has actually
come in for real... the one about Dodger being gay for
me. I never know how to read Dodger though... he may
still be in that childish ball crunching frame of mind
and, also, there's that age thingie I need to consider
too... he isn't even sixteen yet... couple of weeks
to go till his birthday. Hmmmm. I rubbed his buzzed
head and smiled, thinking ... feels like velvet, what
a head of hair... just like Willie's.
We split-up at the food court... Dodger went with
Robbie to get some cinnamon buns and coffee. Chubby
and me weren't hungry, but we were thirty after the
walk over here so we got a bottle of Snapple to share.
I like sharing from the same bottle with Chubby...
drinking out of the bottle after he's taking a swig...
and then back and forth. We've done that for as long
as I can remember... just like we share the same
cigarette or ice cream cone and, in a pinch, we've
even swapped chewing gum back and forth. We use to do
that when we were trying to cover-up our cigarette
breath last summer... you know, when only one of us
was chewing gum. Chubby or I would say, "Let me chew
that for a while". It's a sexy thing to do it
now... I never thought it was sexy before... not until
Carl showed me I was gay. In the old days we just did
it without thinking anything about it one way or the
other.
Robbie and Dodger brought their buns and coffee to our
table... as they walked over I thought "oh my God,
they are unbelievably cute standing side by side".
Dodger is an exact smaller version of Robbie... except
he has the brown hair and eyes, Robbie's were blond
and blue. As we drank and ate our stuff we goofed
around loudly, talking over each other, until a group
of six or seven guys and girls showed up to join us.
One of the girls was Rita Zintorous... the girl we'd
run into at the Dairy Queen that time I got in the
fight with babyface. Thunder thighs, the girl who
bitched at me when my cigarette smoke drifted her way,
wasn't with the group this time. Rita knew both
Robbie and Chubby and she alternated flirting with
both of them. I didn't know any of the other kids,
but I was getting bad vibes from a hostile, good
looking Hispanic kid who made some kind of wiseass
remark about Dodger and me needing to get a fucking
room. I guess he saw us in the aisle earlier... I
pretended I didn't hear his comment.
Trailor trash Rita says, "Oh, Jeffrey ya gotta hear
this... you too Rob" and she starts telling a joke.
Dodger is giving the Hispanic kid the finger under the
table... I can see him do it, but the Hispanic kid
can't. I smiled at Dodger and he stuck his pink
tongue out at me. Rita's joke went like this... This
family man sees an attractive woman waving at him. He
goes over to her and real friendly like the woman
says "You're the father of one of my kids, I think".
The man says, "Oh my God, are you that stripper from
my bachelor party that I fucked on the pool table with
all my buddies cheering me on while your hooker
girlfriend was whipping my balls with celery stalks?
Was that you?" She looks at him with disgust and
says, "No! I'm your son's third grade teacher".
The entire group groans and laughs... mostly, I think,
because Rita used the word "fucked". Guys think it's
cool to say "fuck" when girls are around and they like
it when girls reciprocate too. Dodger and I were two
of the guys who groaned and then Dodger nods his head
indicating he and I should take a walk. I think
that's a good idea... the alternative being I'm liable
to get in a fight with the smartass Hispanic kid and I
just don't feel like a fight today. I shoot Chubby
with my index finger and say, "I'll catch up with ya
later, dude. Dodger wants to show me a tricycle he
hopes he gets for Christmas" ... Chubby smiles at me
as Rita starts telling another dirty joke. Dodger and
me cooly walk away... the rest of the group are all
ears... listening for trailer trash Rita to say "fuck'
again.
"What ya wanta do, Dylan?" Dodger asked. I replied,
"Get away from that Hispanic kid for starters. How
bout you?" Dodger goes, "Let's head down that side
hall and I'll show ya something interesting". As we
walk down what was actually a dead end hallway Dodger
gooses my ass and I'm like, "Yo, give it a rest
Dodger. Save it for the chicks." He gives a
sarcastic laugh and says, "Yeah, right!" as he's
pushing open a door and I followed him inside a room
that looked like a large closet for janitor supplies.
I almost tripped over one of those big
bucket-on-wheels things that have the rollers attached
for squeezing a mop out. The big ugly mop was in the
bucket too... it looked like it was still wet, but the
bucket was empty. "Ah, Dodger... why are we in a
janitor's closet?"
Dodger and I were both wearing loose nylon basketball
shorts that reached our knees... well, mine reached my
knees. Dodger is a short kid and his reached below
his knees. Using both his hands he pulled down his
basketball shorts and his jockey shorts with one quick
movement... surprisingly his jockey shorts were free
of skid marks today. His perfect teen package was
hanging between his legs just like it was suppose to.
I'd seen it three times already... twice at his pool
and then one other time in my half bath when he was
showing me his penis sores. I go, "What the fuck is
it now, Dodger?" he's like, "I think something's
wrong with my balls... you and Robbie are the only
ones I feel comfortable showing myself to." That was
difficult for me to believe, but I took an exaggerated
deep breath and said, "OK, what's wrong with them?"
Absently ruffling through his sparse pubic hairs with
both hands he says, "Oh, I don't know... they feel
swollen or something. I'm always concerned about
these things. Ya know... I had this scary nightmare
that Robbie castrated me by putting a band at the top
of my nut sac like they do with animals." He had me
thinking again that , Jesus, this kid is a handful. I
said, "A rubber band?... what the fuck are you talking
about?" He explained that there are lots of stories
concerning human castration on nifty.org and he'd been
reading some of them before he went to sleep the night
of his scary castration dream. He added, "But that
don't have nothing to do with my swollen balls,
Dylan... so don't get hung-up with that." I'm like,
"What? Huh? Why were you reading about castrations?
What's Nifty?" and he says, "Forget about all that for
Christ sake... feel those two big things swinging
between my legs... tell me what ya think. OK?"
After another pretend aggravated deep breath I reach
over and flicked up his nuts with my index finger,
then rolled each nut between by thumb and index
finger. They were pretty big alright... bigger then
mind anyway, but they weren't swollen. Dodger goes,
"One's swollen more than the other". I wasn't paying
much attention to what Dodger was saying by now
because I was so fascinated with his private parts. I
cupped his scrotum in the palm of my hand and the
package felt kind of heavy. Dodger let out a long
breath and then got both his hands behind my neck,
like he's done in my half bath, and pulled my head
down so that his face was next to mine. His scrotum
was kind of beautiful in it's simplicity... the
softness, yet firmness was remarkable. That scar like
line running up the middle was so thin it looked like
it was drawn onto the outside of his pink, hairless
scrotum sac. I let my finger feel under his nuts,
down near his hole... his ass crack was totally
hairless. It all looked new... like it'd just been
made. "Squeeze them just a little Dylan, see if they
feel right" his lips were wet near my ear.
While I thought about that request, he lightly rubbed
his nose back and forth against my cheek and I could
hear him do an inhale, then say, "I love the way your
skin smells. Ah, Dylan... would ya? Please. Squeeze
my balls." Knowing very well that I should put a stop
to this nonsense immediately, I squeezed his balls
anyway. With his wet lips against my ear he
whispered, "Harder... squeeze them harder". The tip
of his tongue... that same perfect pink tongue he'd
stuck out to me at the table ten minutes ago, was
inside my ear. Jesus!... as I was squeezing his
nuts harder my cock started to get harder too. Dodger
groaned in pain, but still said, "Harder"... I gave a
big squeeze this time and Dodger muffled a cry against
the side of my face as he went up on his toes
tightening his arms around my neck. I looked down at
the perfect sized calf muscles that popped out when he
stood on his toes. Beautifully shaped boy's legs with
the slightest bit of light hair on the lower third of
his legs.
Taking a gulping swallow I tried to get my mind to
work. Dodger's wet lips were against my cheek and then
I felt his tongue licking there like a cat licks milk
in a bowl... real fast. I couldn't catch my breath...
his boyish odor and the feel of his balls were
overwhelming my senses. He groaned out, "One more
time... just like the last squeeze". I could see his
cock fairly boned up by now as it partially lay on my
wrist. I squeezed his nuts even harder then the last
time.
My boner was pushing my flimsy nylon basketball shorts
way out in front, but Dodger's eyes were against the
side of my face so he didn't see that. When I gave
that hard squeeze he hissed saliva through his teeth
in pain. The wetness on my cheek began to drool down
as Dodger groaned out-loud, "Ahhh, that hurt!" ...
precum drooled from his pee slit. "Oh oh oh... that
hurt, but it hurt so good, Dylan". He took three big
inhales and asked, "Do my balls feel good to you?"
When I didn't reply, he added, " I mean, do they feel
OK to you?... like balls should feel, I mean. You
know." When I tried to say "Yeah, they seem normal"
it came out as a wet clicking sound in my throat so I
followed up with a squeaked out "Yeah... they're OK".
Then he wanted me to pull the foreskin back off his
cock head and "see how the sores looked."
Most of the foreskin was already off the head because
he had his full four-and-a-half-inch boner now... wet
from the precum. I was in way over my head with this
sex play already so I figured... "fuck it" and I took
a big breath myself and then grabbed hold of his penis
and pulled the foreskin the final quarter inch off the
head of his boner. No sores at all... but oh my God,
that was one perfect looking cock. Real pink on the
shaft, and rosy pink on the head... I wanted that in
my mouth so bad, but I was determined to resist... I
just had to use some willpower. For the love of God...
at least...please! let me resist sucking him off.
By now it seemed perfectly normal that Dodger had his
arms wrapped around my neck and his face against
mine... mostly I was fixated on his cock and balls.
He said, "There aren't sores now, but if you push and
pull the skin on and off the head you'll see them
form... go ahead and you'll see. OK Dylan? Go
ahead..." In a trance I... well, basically, I was
jerking him off, is what I was doing. His shortened
foreskin moved on and off his dick's head and it got
shinier and slightly enlarged the longer I did it. I
was hypnotized watching that gorgeous penis get harder
and harder... and wetter and wetter. The head of my
cock was wet by now too. Dodger was making low
humming sounds until, just like that... he moved his
head so our mouths were together.
It was surreal and I felt faint... actually faint, but
in a good way too. I wouldn't open my mouth so Dodger
pushed his yummy tongue against my front teeth and
licked back and forth on my teeth and gums forcing my
top lip and then bottom lip to stand out like they
were swollen as his tongue travelled underneath them.
When Dodger started doing small humps with his hips I
picked up the speed of my stroking and he started
sucking my top lip with both of his... then included a
lot of tongue action with the sucking. It certainly
was sexy and hot but not smooth and practiced liked
Willie's make-out technique was. Dodger's was wild
and hungry and rough... like he had only a short time
to do a great many things to my face and lips.
Dodger's body was moving more now... the movements
making it awkward to keep a rhythm to my stroking so I
grabbed his right buttock's and took a handful. My
thumb went in his crack accidentally and he moved his
other leg back which closed his ass cheek on my thumb.
His ass was fantastically plump, but fantastically
firm at the same time. I kneaded that buttock like it
was a heavy bread dough... my thumb rubbing against
his hole with every handful of ass I grabbed, with
every knead of ass dough I did. Dodger let out a long
moan, stiffened his body, squeaked out a cry and
humped his crotch out to fire off a long string of
cum. He grunted, his now sweaty face hard against
mine as he tightened his body and pushed out droolings
of cum from deep in his nuts... then a last desperate
effort to get a little more to pour out the pee slit
of that throbbing cock head and drool over my fingers.
I didn't stop stroking his little boner until Dodger's
mouth was on my mouth again and this time his tongue
was inside my mouth. I let go of his ass and his cock
to wrap my arms around his neck and we made-out in a
primitive, but sexy manner for two minutes or so.
Dodger was actually the one to pull his head away
first, "I can't breath, Dylan" he gasped and keeping
the sides of our faces together he kept taking big
inhales and exhales until he was breathing somewhat
normally. Then taking an arm from around my neck he
casually pushed it in the front of my shorts, past the
elastic waistband, and grabbed my boner in his fist.
Gasping with surprise at how quickly he moved I tried,
once again, to think straight, but forget about it...
I was too far along to stop now. Dodger, in a
conversational voice said, "It's just like my
brother's. Nice one, Dylan" and he started quickly
jerking me off, with me pretending to object, "Na no,
no don't, Dodger". He calmly said, "Pull down your
shorts... you don't want to fire off in those
things... believe me, I've done it and it's a mess.
Cum soaks through nylon at the speed of light". I let
go of Dodger's neck and pulled my shorts down just ten
seconds before Dodger pointed my hard, hard boner at
the mop in the bucket and I fired my load into it...
right next to where his cum had landed. "Hot shit,
Dylan... nice load, dude."
He stroked me for another thirty seconds and then
licked my cum off his hand with big laps from that
perfect pink tongue. I was thinking, "Oh my God, that
tongue was in my mouth just a minute or so ago. I
felt exhausted, weak, embarrassed, used... you name
it, but above everything else I felt sexy. Dodger was
so hot very few gay boys, or gay men of any age, would
say no to him... and he'd chosen me. To back up my
premise that I was his chosen one Dodger leans next to
me again... this time to whisper in my spit saturated
ear... his voice sounded like we were in an echo
chamber, "I've got the world's biggest crush on you
Dylan... bigger than any boy ever had for any other
boy." and he kissed me on the mouth. I felt
helpless... I couldn't keep up with him.
What a cute face though... I ran my hand over his
buzzed hair and mumbled out some words, in between
trying to catch my breath, "I've read that some
teens.... huff huff.....ya know...huff huff...ah...
get lots of crushes on other teens...oh oh...huff....
so the one you have for me probably won't last
long"...big inhale, feeling dizzy now. He said,
"Don't sound so grown-up! You're not even two years
older than me. Don't you have a crush on me... just a
little one?" I smiled now and mumbled, "It don't seem
to matter if I do or not... you do anything you want
to do to me anyway." He accepted that evasive reply
fine, laughing and calling me a liar... "You have a
crush on me too... I'll bet you do, Dylan. Hey, next
time can we suck each other off? Ya think?" Oh man,
I need to think about that. So far I think I'm OK.
Hand job and a few kisses. Damn, how fucking much
willpower am I going to need around Dodger in the
future though? Holy shit... this is so cool and so
hot, but scary too.
After pulling up our shorts, we peeked out the door to
be sure no one was in sight and then walked down to
the man's lavatory to wash up a little. Dodger was
euphoric, "That was the most awesome thing ever,
Dylan. I told ya before... you are the coolest dude I
ever met. Wasn't that the hottest thing ever, Dylan?"
I'm like trying to play it down, "Oh for Christ sake,
Dodger... lots of guys jerk-off a friend once or twice
in their life. Now, I will admit the kissing was a
bit unusual... what, are you some kind of fag or
something?" That calmed Dodger down some and he got
serious saying, "Hey, don't be mean Dylan. You've
never been mean... I'm gay. You're the only person I
ever told that to. Be nice to me, OK?"
Jeez, he comes right out with everything. God damn,
this is awkward as hell, but now I know he's not just
doing immature ball crunches... he's seriously gay. I
go, "Oh man, I'm just teasing you Dodger. I think
your fabulous straight or gay... I'm sorry I hurt your
feelings". He perked up then and said, "OK, that's
better... you're too nice to be mean to me, but maybe
we need to give this subject a rest for now?" I was
impressed that Dodger could see we'd worked this over
enough for the time being. Putting my arm around his
shoulder I said, "It was an awesome experience
Dodger... lets do this, though. Let's keep it in our
head for a while to see if it looks the same to us in
the future as it looks right this moment. If you
decide to keep it between us, as a one time only
thing, it will be our secret forever. OK? Maybe
we'll never mention it again, even to each other."
Dodger appeared to consider that for a bit and then
said, "OK, that's a great idea... except I think I'm
probably going to want to mention it to you again.
Maybe as soon as ten minutes from now". I looked over
at him and he had his mischievous grin on his sweet
face again. Obviously Dodger only pretended to take
what I said seriously... I go, "You're a real ball
buster, ain't ya? Especially for such a little guy
too... I may have to give you a spanking." Dodger
said, "Oh, don't tease me like that, you'll have me
all excited ... Ohhhh, and look at those guns on
you... my ass is starting to burn already. I'll be
bad, I'll be bad." Man, I can't "one-up" this kid...
he's too smart for me. Pretty fucking funny too...and
killin cute.
We ran into Robbie and Chubby at the Apple store.
Man, we could all easily spend a couple hours playing
with their hi-tech computer stuff... Mac is the
coolest thing going. Rita and her herd of retards had
a party to go to and the four of us were invited, but
it was a unanimous "hell no"... none of us four wanted
to go. After the apple store, we wandered around
evaluating this year's summer fashions... consensus,
they suck! It was almost six o'clock when Robbie
dropped us off. Dodger got in one last goose on my
ass when I was getting out of the pick-up... needless
to say, I'm not complaining, but I really was in a
quandary as to how I should handle him. It was a
sexual rush in one way, but the age thing was a
concern... was I taking advantage of a kid. I know
that he's the aggressor and I know he said he's gay,
but I'm the mature one and I should be acting
responsibly... now, if only I knew what that meant.
Chubby and I had to get up early for work the next day
so we both got to bed around ten o'clock. It's hard
to believe I'm starting my forth week of work already.
After next week we have our two week vacation in
Wildwood... but before that I'll get to go on at least
one more date with Willie... at least the one on
Tuesday. How am I going to tell him I'll be away for
two weeks after that? Oh brother! I forgot about
that.... I've got to do it gently. Hey, maybe Willie
can get down the shore with us for a couple of days!
That's how I'll put it to him. Oh boy, he gets a
motel room and I sneak away for an afternoon... oh
man, I'm getting another boner just thinking about
that.
OK, what else. Well, we've got the Wednesday pool
party and barbecue at Robbie's... and that means
another close encounter of the third kind with the
self-proclaimed gay boy, Dodger. Will I know how to
handle the situation by then? Probably not. Dodger is
almost two years younger than me, but he appears to be
a tad more self confident than me... nothing seems to
slow him down. He knows what he wants and he goes
right for it... that's so hot on the one hand, and I'm
so unsure of myself on the other... damn, if it had
been Robbie instead of Dodger who had the crush on
me... would that have made it simpler ? I don't know
that it would...ya know, because there's Willie now,
and there's the little fact that I'm in love with
Chubby and... I just don't know. As I drifted off to
sleep I thought about the look and feel of Dodger's
scrotum...
to be continued.....
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com