Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 14:36:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 7 by Donny Mumford
******************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 7 *******************
Chapter - one
What a wonderful Saturday night I had with Willie. And what a surprising
and exciting Sunday afternoon with that hot little Dodger. Everything
seems to be working out very nicely for me recently, certainly that's true
in my gay sex life. Once I made that important step, many weeks ago now,
of allowing Carl to show me my sexual nature everything just took off from
there. Since then it's been one step following the other until now I've
found a real, honest to goodness... boyfriend. Willie may be a kooky
boyfriend, but I feel lucky to have him. I've been learning about the gay
life style ever since that very first afternoon with Carl... It's been,
learn a little here, and a little there, all the way from Carl to Willie.
Hell, even in my early days I learned some things... from the Marine, I
mean. For example, I learned first hand about very dominant gay sexual
behavior. Initially it was a turn-on for me... the dominant stuff, but I
don't believe it's really my choice for the long term. A fascinating
phenomenon though.... and probably more prevalent, in smaller doses, then
most people realize.
Along those lines, Carl and Larry must be considered a step down,
dominance-wise, from the Marine... but they're definitely into that scene.
The way I see it, Carl's and Larry's attitudes reflect a high opinion of
themselves... they obviously think they're hot shits, but lately I tend to
view them as just plain "shits". That's not to say I'm not grateful to
Carl because I am, and to this day I feel connected to him in some
ways... he mentored me quite a bit the last few months of high
school... about gay stuff, not schoolwork. I learned a lot from him, but
the best thing I got from Carl came to me through his cousin, Larry... that
"something" is my boyfriend, Willie. Willie, for some reason, still likes
most of Larry's and Carl's dominant behavior and that baffles me because,
let's be blunt here... both Carl and Larry are unattractive.. Larry's
looks and Carl's weight, being the two main drawbacks.
Makes me wonder though... what if Carl was still his arrogantly dominant
self, but he was also a hot, cute guy, instead of a fat slob... would I
think differently about the dominant thing then. Overlook it maybe to get
to the hot, cute guy part? I don't know... I don't know a lot of things
because I'm new at this gay stuff. Sadly, Willie emulates Larry and tries
to be a bit dominant with me on our "dates" at times, but I simply overlook
most of it it with him. Sure, sometimes it's tedious, Willie's dominant
attempts... but half the time I need to stop myself from laughing out loud
when he's trying to act dominant because he can't pull it off with much
authority. But hey, I admit it... I got a big crush on Willie so I let
stuff slide if he's involved. And speaking of crushes, that brings me to
my latest gay experience... this one with Dodger, who claims to have the
world's biggest crush on me... how about that! I'm glad I'm gay because
I'm having the most fun ever now, but it sure took me a long time getting
here, the better part of eighteen years.
I've been contemplating these things while sitting in front of my locker
drinking coffee. It's Monday morning of my forth week on the job... the
college guys are ragging on me as usual, but all in good fun. They've
named Robbie and me "The Bobbsey twins" because everything about us, except
facial features, is pretty much the same... height, weight, hair,
clothes... things like that. Robbie's in the bathroom at the moment and
the college guys are asking where my twin is... and they want to know if
Robbie and I are the kind of twins that were joined together at
birth... and is our hair real, or is it a wig ...."you two have hair that's
too pretty to be guy's hair" and stuff along those lines.... teasing stuff,
trying to get a reaction from me. I'm flashing them the finger and a
smile, but other than that I'm ignoring them while thinking to myself...
"it don't take much to entertain that crew". Then, opening my locker and
closing it immediately because something was in there that didn't belong to
me.
Taking a deep breath, I sneaked a peek at the college guys and none of them
were showing any interest in me or my locker at the moment. I'd given that
"thing" in my locker only the quickest of looks and I'm not sure what it
is. It looked like a condom ... that's the first thing that flashed in my
mind anyway. I stepped over to the locker room's community box of Kleenex
and pulled out a few ... then, looking around to be sure no one could see,
I opened the door again and took a longer look. It was a condom alright...
gingerly picking it up, using the tissues between my fingers and the Latex,
I looked for a message. A closer inspection revealed that the condom had
been stretched over an empty tube of KY jelly and there was, what looked
like, an ounce of semen at the bottom of it... "something" was pooled at
the bottom of it. UGH! No message though.
Wrapping the entire disgusting thing in tissues I took it to the trash
barrel and buried it under lots of paper towels. I was pissed-off now.
The first note shook me up, and I still felt some of that now too, but with
this condom thing I felt anger more than anything else... this is sick.
What type of pervert sneaks around putting this gross thing in my locker.
It's a stalker situation... that's what it is. I'm in the closet about my
sexuality so it's not so easy for me to get help with this. It'll draw
attention to me. So unfair! I'm really mad, but what the fuck to do about
it? Confront Joel? Maybe I'll just do that. He's one scary freak and he
seems slightly deranged, but what am I suppose to do, continue to let him
torture me with these violation of decency every morning? Am I always to
worry about what's in my locker... afraid to open the door each morning?
Robbie quietly calls over, "Dylan, let's do our massage... it's getting
late". I look up and he's waving me over to his locker in the back. Just
looking at Robbie calmed me down some, and also got me excited at the same
time. God damn! I'd be happy to be his Bobbsey twin... that is, if I could
actually look like him in real life. I love Robbie's looks... so cute, but
all boy... nothing feminine at all. It goes without saying then, that I
love his brother's looks too because they are identical to
Robbie's... well, except Dodger has brown hair and eye color.
Those two are truly like identical twins... same facial features and body
structure... Dodger's proportionately smaller because he's two years
younger. Those rosy blotches in their pale skinned cheeks and the cutest
smiles showing the whitest teeth. Their teeth have slight separations
between the top ones, and then there's the dimples... Jesus! those dimples
appear whenever they smirk, grin or show off that one hundred-watt smile of
theirs'. Actually, now that I think about it, they show dimples at almost
every facial expression they make. They have fine, narrow, light brown
eyebrows over bright eyes, just the right amount of ski-slope in their
smallish noses and the perfect chin for a boy's face... just perfect.
Makes me want to grab that chin with my thumb and index finger and give a
tiny squeeze... so fucking cute.
Robbie has that great disposition too... always friendly, always willing to
go along with stuff, always with a positive attitude. A great guy, who's
popular at school as well as being a big deal on the high school baseball
team... and yet, he's still shy in new situations. I'd given some thought
initially that maybe it was he who put the "queer" note in my locker, maybe
to feel me out... something like that. Actually, it was more me hoping
he'd put it there for that reason, then me actually thinking he did. Now,
with this new finding, there's no way I can make myself believe that Robbie
would do something so trashy as putting a used condom on an empty KY
tube... no, it's not Robbie.
Robbie was sitting on the bench in front of his locker. As soon as I got
to him I grabbed him around his neck with my forearm and put my head next
to his, jokingly saying, "Tell your old man I want a fucking raise!" and I
held my face against the side of his head for a few seconds... his natural
boy odor was identical to Dodger's. He goes, "Raise? Toby put you on
double secret probation, you slacker!" I let go of his neck because I was
getting boned-up. I'd love to lay naked in bed with both Dickers
brothers... both of them naked too, one on each side of me for maybe about
a week. I said, "Oh, double secret probation? Never mind then". He
turned around to smile at me, and then sat up straight for his massage.
That "secret probation" line is from an old, old, movie about college guys
in the sixties... it's become part of "pop culture". That's what we
learned in Social Studies last year... another line like that is "catch
twenty-two" from another movie of the same title. Robbie and I were in that
class together although we weren't close friends then.
Robbie's and my massages were getting more elaborate all the time. The
more relaxed we were with each other, the more intimate the massages
became. Last week we decided to do the massages at his locker because no
one was in his area and so we felt comfortable expanding our massaging
technique back there. Standing behind Robbie, he'd rest his head back
against my belly while I massaged his shoulders. I'd recently expanded our
body area to include massaging the chest and the arms and along the sides
of his tight, slim body. Lifting his arms and clasping his hands behind my
neck... this exposed the torso for touching... or, what we called
massaging. We were almost dancing, almost groping each other, almost
hugging. In fact I did hug him from time to time when I lost my
concentration. I used Chubby as my model for rationalizing that Robbie and
my rubbing each other's body was massaging... Chubby can rationalize
anything to mean anything... handy talent.
Occasionally I'd find myself hugging Robbie against me... and sometimes
that meant against my boner too. He had to have felt it... it'd be
impossible not to. Robbie's body was very loose during the massage,
flexible as a body can get. We never talked while doing it ... just some
noisy breathing occasionally. It was quite sexy although we never spoke of
that... similar, like I said, to what Chubby and me have been doing for
years. Then, the final part of Robbie and my massage was the head... I'd
drag the palms of my hand through his short hair... forward and backward
any number of times, and then scratch all over his scalp with the
fingertips of both hands... this created so much static electricity his
hair would stand up almost as much as Willie's flattop. While we were
switching places, me sitting on the bench now, I'd smell the palms of my
hands and that delicious smell from Robbie's hair floated up and got me
hot. I'd get my boners, but I haven't detected Robbie's yet. I've never
seen his dick although I grabbed his whole package in the pool while
wrestling around. Ya can't tell much about a guys penis from just grabbing
his crotch through a bathing suit.
He's so special, and the further along we advanced with the massages the
more I began to hope that it wasn't just the younger Dickers brother who
had gay leanings. I was hoping Robbie had them too. Of course, Sunday
afternoon's exciting time in the janitor's closet with Dodger made me
wonder if Dodger had squealed on us and told Robbie about our janitor's
closet make-out and handjob activities. Perhaps that's why Robbie seems
especially agreeable to my massage maneuvers today. But no, that probably
didn't happen because I remembered Dodger's plea that I don't tell his
brother about the boner he got when I playfully kissed his cheek... not
that I was going to tell anybody anything about that in the first place.
If Dodger was so adamant about me not telling about his boner, he certainly
wouldn't tell Robbie about our recent sexy fun.
After the massages we joined our crew in the parking lot and began our work
day. Robbie and I ride to each job site in the back of the pick-up with
Toby driving. We use to squeeze in the front, but Joel always rides shot
gun and that means Robbie's in the tiny second seat behind us and me
squeezed in between Joel and Toby which I don't like at all. With me
riding in the bed of the pick-up Toby wasn't getting his opportunity to
grab my thigh like he use to do constantly so, on the job sites he'd hang
over me with his arm draped across my shoulders whenever he could find a
reason to. Like today... he was doing it while training me to use the
ride-on mowers. He was explaining the various dials displayed on the
driver's panel... and he took his time doing it too.
Toby did all my training and I tried to be patient with him, but it's more
than a little awkward being engulfed in another person's bulk... reminded
me of the last times Carl fucked me with his huge fat body overwhelming
mine and making me feel less like an individual and more like I was a part
of Carl. Weird. Carl had his cock up my ass when he was doing it of
course, and it eventually because extremely erotic for me and I climaxed
hard. Nothing even approaching that sensation ever came close to happening
with Toby though... apparently it's necessary for a penis to enter my body
before there's a chance it will turn sexy for me. Oh, if there's a God in
heaven... please, I don't even want to make a joke about Toby fucking
me.. yuck! yuck!. Never!
Toby's training technique managed to make the day pass by more slowly then
normally, but the good thing is I had very little contact with Joel. The
work day finally ended and while changing into my everyday clothes back in
the locker room the college guys were telling each other "engineer"
jokes... not the kind of "engineer" that drives a train, but rather... the
type of engineer that designs structures and machines. These guys are all
studying engineering at the university. From listening to them I surmised
that engineers have a reputation for thinking differently about
everything... differently than us non-engineer types. The husky college
kid, Gene, says..."To an optimist, the glass is half full. To the
pessimist the glass is half empty. To an engineer, the glass is twice as
big as it needs to be".
Robbie and I exchanged looks from across the locker room and he mouths
"assholes" but he didn't mean it... Robbie and I both like the college guys
fine. Albert, the tall drink of water college student says, "Yeah, makes
sense, Gene. Like regular people think if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
An engineer believes that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough
features... yet!" Those guys are always laughing their asses off at
these... these, well I don't know what they are... jokes? It backs up my
earlier contention that the college guys are easily entertained. But, ya
know... they're always upbeat guys and harmless. Actually, everyone
including Toby are real good people here at the Dickers company... except,
of course, I'd exclude Joel from the "good people" category. Oddly, it
seems I'm the only one who feels that way.
A number of times I've heard employees say something like, "Joel's a damn
hard worker.. he keeps to himself sure, but if you need something he's the
first one to offer to help".. or words to that effect. Then the person
will give an example of how Joel helped them when their car broke down, or
they ran out of gas, or they needed to borrow money for lunch, and other
things of that type. Joel, candidate for 'man of the year', I guess. Oh
well, him being highly thought of by others should make me feel better
about him... safer anyway. What the hell, maybe he isn't the one putting
stuff in my locker... in which case, who is?
The after work massages with Robbie were even better than the morning ones
because everyone went home right after work leaving Robbie and me in the
locker room alone. I hung back because my bus wouldn't arrive for
thirty-five minutes and Robbie was still around because he had to wait for
his mom and dad to close down the business for the night. It was quiet in
the locker room and Robbie's hands felt so good on my body I had to
concentrate not to moan with pleasure. Robbie started this new thing, and
now I do it too... when you want to say something while you're doing the
massage, you put your head down close to the other boy's ear and talk real
quietly. It's so we have privacy in the morning when everyone is around,
but it also means you can enjoy the smell of the other boy if you're so
inclined... which I am. At night there are no privacy issues because no
one else is in the locker room, but we still do the whispering in the ear
thing... spooky and sexy if you ask me.
As I've said, I get hard-ons from his touch at times, and Robbie's seen the
front of my pants poking up and he's certainly felt my boned-up penis a few
times, but he's never said anything. Nice hard-ons for sure, but the
massage isn't quite enough stimulation to get my dick wet... not so far,
anyway. Robbie's been getting closer and closer to getting me there
though... yeah, with each area of the body we include in the massage I get
closer to precum and what comes after precum? ... "that's right class,
Dylan's climax!". When he has my arms up, with my hands clasped behind his
neck... that's the massage position that comes real close to getting my
dick wet. Robbie rubs up and down both sides of me at the same
time... when he's dragging the palms of his hands up my sides and continue
up around my shoulders and up the back of my neck and over the top of my
head. Then rubbing my head and hair, pulling both hands back from my
forehead and back over my head then back down over my shoulders on the way
down my sides again. I get chills and shudders all over. We don't know
what we're doing, massage-wise... but it's really a totally wonderful
feeling just the same... very sexy for me and I think for Robbie too.
This afternoon we reluctantly finished up and do a quick one arm hug
goodbye... "see ya tomorrow, ya hot shit!" "Not if I see you
first"... like that. I had five blocks to walk to the bus stop and ten
minutes to do it in. No problem. Heading out the side door I hear Mr
Dickers talking to someone. He was saying, "That's a shame, man. Really
too bad, but we'll work around it, Joel... OK?" I didn't want to run into
Joel so I waited for him to leave. I heard him say, "Thanks Mr Dickers"
and I waited, but he didn't appear and my bus would be coming so I had no
choice but to go on out the door... outside I lit my cigarette. Joel came
out a door a little further down from me just as I'd just taken a drag off
my cigarette... I thought, "Oh fuck!" and waved my arms to disperse the
smoke from my exhale. I didn't want a repeat of that last episode with the
smoke... the one were he said boys like me made him sick.
Joel must have seen me dispersing the smoke in his peripheral vision
because he turned around to stare at me. I stood on the top step
thinking... just walk down these steps, then right past him, and catch
you're bus. That's what I was thinking, but I didn't do that... I didn't
move a muscle. Barely loud enough for me to hear... Joel muttered, "Are
you mocking me for waving my arms when you blew your disgusting cigarette
smoke in my face last week?" I shook my head no and nervously said, "Ah,
hi Joel, no not me waving you. I mean, no." He slowly walked toward the
steps I was on... he had that that penetrating stare... it was much worse
than the Marine's stare. I was sort of paralyzed and stayed on the top
step waiting for his slow, methodical advance up the steps towards me. I
gulped when he was standing right in front of me. Still with that low,
muttering way of speaking, he said, "What the fuck did you mean with all
that gibberish just then? Are you inferring I talk that way ya sniveling
cunt? Are you?" I was scared of course, but fuck it... I'm no pussy.
With a little bit of anger in my voice, I said... "Have you been going in
my locker? Are you putting notes and things in my locker?"
It happened so fast I never actually saw the whole thing... his arm was a
blur and ending with what must have been a slap across my face. Well, I've
been in a number of fights in my day and nobody is going to win a fight
with me by smacking me in the face with an open hand... get real! Joel's
tougher than me, I know that... it's not even close, but I've had enough of
his shit. I'm going to be throwing punches right this second... not some
slaps. Only trouble with my thinking is that I couldn't remember were my
arms were. Then I felt my hand burning and I slowly tried to focus my
vision on my hand... wait a minute, what am I doing laying on the cement
steps? And, oh yeah, there it is... my hand is on top of my burning
cigarette... that don't seem like a good idea. It required a lot of
concentration to lift my hand. Then I looked at the burn as best I could,
but my vision was very blurry.
What's going on I wondered... loud bells were ringing someplace and the
steps I was laying on began a slow, sickening rotation... could this be a
rare New England earthquake, ya think? Then, pain roared into my head and
my stomach turned, I wanted to vomit and I knew I was going to, but not
quite yet. After two revolutions the steps settled down and the ringing
got quieter. All of a sudden I noticed Joel. He was standing casually in
front of me, four steps below my head, unwrapping a piece of gum. He
looked at me sort of sideways, put the gum in his mouth, and checked his
watch.... everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Guess he's
waiting for something.
As he stared at me I tried to remember again why I was laying awkwardly on
these cement steps... they're so hard and dirty and uncomfortable. My
elbow started to really ache now, and then my tailbone too... and the side
of my knee was killing me also, and the palm of my hand was burned pretty
badly right under the index finger where the cigarette had been
laying. This sucks! Oh wait, didn't someone say that Joel Mc Carty was
always helpful? I think I heard that... maybe I should ask him for some
help.
My vision was getting better and I lifted my head off the step to look at
Joel... this got him moving his mouth, but no words came out... that's odd.
I stared at his mouth and then at his face which was getting redder and
redder... that ticking vein in his forehead was scary. I started moving my
mouth the same way he was, without saying anything. That seemed to
infuriate Joel. He bent over and grabbed a big pinch of hair that was
sticking up at the front of my head and he pulled my head up hard with that
pinch of hair... man, that really hurt, but it cleared-up some problem with
my hearing and now I heard all kinds of sounds... cars driving by, trees
rustling, a dog barking, birds chirping... but mostly I heard Joel.
"You fucking girly-boy! You never learn, do ya? ... mocking the way I
talk again, are you?" Holding my head up painfully with that tuft of my
hair he smacked my face again hard... forward and then back with a
back-handed slap. Spit and blood flew out the side of my mouth. He was so
mad he'd missed half my face, but he'd gotten enough to cause a lot of
pain...all the time Joel kept up the sputtering... "You swagger around
with your twat swinging in the breeze, ya fucking cock teaser. I'd kill
you if I thought I'd get away with it. And then you have the fucking nerve
to insinuate I went into your locker?!! You trying to set me up?"
My vision and hearing and senses were all coming back quickly now. That's
true enough, but I couldn't follow everything he was talking about... I
knew the words he was using, but not the meaning when he strung them all
together in sentences. My mouth was full of blood from a cut on the inside
of my bottom lip. He reached down, still pinching my hair painfully
between his fingers, put his right hand under my crotch and picked me up,
shaking me like a rag doll. My hands went right to his wrists and I held
on for dear life. When he lifted me his biceps muscles stood out
alarmingly... a frightening sight if you happen to be in his grasp.
He snarled, "Stand on your fucking feet you wimp! God damn it, stand-up or
I'll slap you silly." I got my feet under me, feeling wobbly, but I stood
there. He let go of my hair, but kept hold of my crotch. When he took his
fingers away from my hair I watched six or eight one-and-a-half inch light
blond hairs that slid off my nose to float lazily on their way to the
ground... hairs he'd pulled out of my head. I thought, incongruously, "if
he holds my crotch for ten years I'd still never get a boner from his
touch". By now I was back to almost full senses and therefore I had the
sense to be petrified of what he might do to me next. He said, "The
fucking nerve asking me if I put something in your locker. You pussified
piece of shit, if I want you to have something I'll shove it up your ass, I
don't need to sneak anything in your fucking locker!"
My stomach was turning over and my nuts were hurting. He snarled on, "When
you see me, never speak to me. Never look at me. When you see me, you
keep your ass from wiggling because if I see you wiggling that twat in my
face again I'll smack you down and I don't care about the consequences.
When I'm around you stand up like a fucking man and walk like one too. Or
so help me you'll wish you did. You need to spend one day with me and I'd
god damn knock that smug look off your girly face." I stared at his hand
all through his diatribe ... he was rubbing his index finger against his
thumb getting more of my hairs to drift off his sweaty fingers... they
floated away, one by one, in a nice summer breeze... a dozen of them pulled
out of my scalp, maybe more.
Joel stayed on a roll and it worried me he might be working himself up to
slap my face again. As for me... I was still holding his wrist as he
maintained that tight grip on my crotch. This situation was complicated by
my fear that I was on the verge of peeing my pants. His low growling rant
continued, "I told you already, pathetic girly-boys like you, make me
physically ill... you disgust me! If you're not careful around me, I'll
give you what you desperately want and then it'll be too late for you.
You'll be wearing Tampax up your hole for months. Got it?" and he squeezed
my crotch hard. I shook my head yes and whimper, "Yes, but please, that
hurts so bad. I'm sorry about the locker." My eyes were watery.
His face quivered at my pathetic pleas... his eyes weren't watery, but they
looked weird, almost a scared look as he cupped the back of my head, still
with a tight grip on my dick, and pulled me to him... almost touching. His
body seemed to tremble and then he hesitantly pulled me into his body. He
was snorting in and out with his breathing now... then a long exhale. In a
strangled voice, with my head touching the side of his jar and my body up
against his, he said... "This stays between you and me. If you bring Seth
Dickers or Toby or even your little girlfriend Robbie in on this upsetting
encounter of ours, I'll put you in the hospital for a long time... and the
hell with the job".
He made a wheezing sound, pressed my head against his face tightly and
snarled, "Fuck it!" pushing me away so hard I sat back down on the steps
again. Little yellow things, dots or something, danced in front of my eyes
and I felt nauseous again. Joel walked around the side of the building to
where his car was parked. He never looked back. I sat there for a minute
and then leaned over and threw-up in the shrubs next to the steps. Done
throwing up, I lay on the steps and didn't think about anything for a
while... except how much I hurt.
It's been some time since I've had the feeling that I wanted to cry, but I
felt like crying right then. I felt like a little kid and I wish it was
like the old days when I skinned my knee as a five year old and all I had
to do was run to my Mom who'd make it all better. And, then I did
cry... not boo hoo hoo, but tears of self pity rolled down my face.
Everyone had gone home by now and I'd missed my bus so I lay back on the
dirty cement steps until I stopped crying. I felt like the girly-boy Joel
was calling me... Joel had made a coward out of me this afternoon. I was
embarrassed for myself.
After awhile I got up on my feet... sore all over. There was a garden hose
next to the steps hooked up to an outside faucet that I turned on and
washed the vomit taste and blood out of my mouth. Then I ran the hose over
the shrubs to dilute the vomit so people coming in this door tomorrow
morning wouldn't smell it. While walking to the bus stop I called Chubby's
cell phone to tell him I'd missed my bus... didn't wouldn't him to worry
that something bad had happened to me. Sitting on the bus-stop bench
smoking a cigarette, categorizing my various injuries, and generally
contemplating how this Joel Mc Carty fiasco had happened in the first
place.
Ya know, it don't look like he's the one putting stuff in my locker after
all. Unless he's a hell of an actor, that is... he seemed sincerely
surprised and outraged at the suggestion. For the rest of it... obviously
he knows I'm gay, somehow. But how?... No one has ever mentioned that I
swish my ass or act gay in any way, ever in my whole life. I mean,
somebody, some time or other would have said something about me acting
gay... right? On the other hand, Dodger picked-up something from me... is
it possible I'm putting out some kind of signal. I'm asking Chubby about
this because it's disturbing and I'm upset that it might be true. Shit!
Things were going so well for me until I ran into that fucking psycho. And
another thing... Joel is soooo latent, he's a latent homosexual for sure.
That is totally fucking obvious. He said he was going to give me what I
wanted... he meant, what he wanted. What that freak wants, but definitely
can't ever have... what a piece of human offal he is.
The bus ride home produced no boner tonight and I really could have used
one. I'd received several odd looks from the bus driver and a few of the
passengers, at my appearance I suppose... I couldn't have cared less.
Chubby was waiting dinner for me, but as soon as I walked in his condo's
front door he's like, "Dylan! What happened!??" as he was running over to
me. Damn, if I didn't start crying again... no boo hooing this time
either, but those fucking tears coming down are embarrassing for an almost
eighteen year old tough guy like myself. Chubby had his arm around my
shoulders screaming, "Who did it? Whoever it was... the motherfucker is
dead. Was it the Chavez brothers? I'll kill those fuckers. Snap out of
it Dylan... tell me."
I was trying to gain some composure, shaking my head 'no' that it wasn't
the Chavez boys. Chubby remained highly agitated and very hyper... he
wanted somebody to hate, somebody to fight. Strangely, Chubby's near
hysteria had a positive affect on my outlook and did a lot to help me feel
better about myself... it made me feel the loving concern he felt for me,
maybe I wasn't the loser I felt like at the moment... it was so comforting
that he cared this much about me. It was so touching it made me weep some
more and that wasn't what I was hoping for just then. Finally I was dry
eyed.... needing fresh air we went for a walk and to smoke and talk about
what had happened to me.
We walked around the block twice and smoked three cigarettes between
us... passing one back and forth and then lighting another one... like
that. Chubby said the left side of my face was swollen and the right side
was bright red. He told me I had a cut near my eye and blood dried on my
chin... I guess it ran out of my mouth. I started at the beginning and told
him about the "Queer" note in my locker and then the condom thing. I went
into how and why I thought it was this crazy kid, Joel Mc Carty, who did
it. Chubby had heard of Joel, who's a high school drop out only a couple
years older that us. Joel was a nutcase in Middle School too and I
explained to Chubby about how wicked strong Joel is... a body builder on
steroids or something. I told Chubby about Joel calling me those gay
girlie/boy names... as best I could remember them. Joel had been yelling
at me through that blurry haze I was in from that unbelievable first smack
across my face... it must have knocked me unconscious for a few seconds
because I had no memory of the actual smack, or of landing on the cement
steps.
Chubby thought about the name calling aspect of the affair and then with a
frown on his face, said... "I can't imagine why he'd be calling you faggy
names. Swear to God, I got no fucking idea what that dipshit was talking
about. You don't look or act like a queer at all. If you did, I'd kick
your ass." Well, I didn't like the sound of that last part, but the other
part confirmed what I thought... I don't have any stereotypical gay
mannerisms. Chubby went on to emphatically state that he hadn't ever
noticed anything odd with the way I walk either. He said, "You don't act
queer, but that Mc Carty guy sure as shit is queer. You know that don't
you, Dylan? I said, "Oh, yeah... sure. I guess". Chubby added, "That
pervert is projecting his desires and perversion onto you... he sees you
the way he wishes you were. That's one sick motherfucker and he's got you
mixed up in his brain somehow. That sicko can't admit it's him, not you,
that's the fucking queer." I wasn't feeling comfortable about the
direction of Chubby's conversation... you know, it continually came back to
me being gay or not gay ... so, not wanting to prolong it, I just did a lot
of nodding of my head agreeing with whatever Chubby was saying... I was
hoping he'd stop using the word "queer" too.
We were done walking... we went up to Chubby's place and ate the dinner
he'd prepared and talked more about my afternoon nightmare. Chubby got
really pissed-off all over again and began ranting and raving about the two
of us meeting Joel in the parking lot tomorrow morning. I told Chubby
that, frankly, Joel would kick both our asses... but Chubby assured me he
wasn't even thinking about a fair fight... he was planning on hitting that
asshole over the head with a baseball bat to even the playing field a
little... and then we'd beat the shit out of him with fist flying and feet
kicking. By the time we'd finished dinner we'd both calmed down some and
had come to our senses... we were going to get revenge on Joel for beating
me up, but I needed the lawn job for now so revenge would have to wait.
"We got to keep our eye on the prize, Dylan. When we get the money we
need, then we even some scores."
As we cleaned up the dinner stuff Chubby asked, "What's that real old mafia
grandfather movie we saw on cable?" I go, "Grandfather? You mean
Godfather?" Chubby's like, "Whatever... remember the young godfather, not
the old one in the beginning... the younger one said ...."tonight we settle
all the family business"... or something like that. Well, that's us
Dylan... when we have the money we need from our jobs, we quit the jobs and
settle all the old scores, including Rickie." I looked over at Chubby, he
wouldn't look up. I'm like, "What score do we got to settle with Rickie?
I thought you liked him... thought he was cool or something." Chubby just
muttered that I should just take his word that there's a score to settle.
"Those two assholes fucked with the wrong boys this time, Dylan... we're
gonna kick some serious ass! I can hardly wait."
After taking a shower, I met Chubby in my finished basement. Our plan was
to watch the last six innings of the Red Sox game. Chubby had another idea
though, he wanted us to do the leg and pubic area shaving. We didn't need
to do haircuts because we'd had that haircut day with the Dickers just a
week ago. I wanted to discontinue my leg shavings manscaping so I mentioned
that. Chubby laughed and says, "What the fuck is manscaping?" When I told
him he shook his head saying how he was tired of it too, "God, we got
started on this years ago... I'd like to stop too, but I'll have to wait
till after the summer cause we all wear shorts at work and I don't want the
guys to see leg hair stubble growing in... then they'd fucking know... if
ya know what I mean.."
Yeah, I knew exactly what he means and damn, I'm in the same
situation... guess I'll wait till after this job is finished too. Anyway,
it's sexy doing the leg shaving, so for a while longer I'll get to enjoy
Chubby's hands on my legs and my dick while he does the shaving... it's
cool. Tonight I got another really hard boner while Chubby was doing my
pubes and he was laughing at how big it got. He's never been a whiner
about his small penis, just accepted it as is... same for his short stature
which says something about his character, but I didn't know what that
"something" is exactly... something good I think.
It never got boring to me watching Chubby's facial expressions as he
concentrated during the process of shaving me. Everything Chubby did, no
matter what it was, he tried to do it the very best he could. So, his
concentration look is one I'm familiar with.... along with many others.
I've been in love with him for some time now and which ever look he had on
his face was fine with me... even his angry facial expression is
cute... his is my favorite face of all time.
Chubby's concern and support of me in the aftermath of my beating
intensified my feelings for him, in a special way. It's a very deep
feeling... a warm sensation in my heart to have anyone, but especially the
one person I love most in the world, to care so about my welfare so
much.... ya can't fake the level of emotion Chubby displayed. And, at the
moment... this hot, hot boy had his left fist around my boner keeping it
out of the way of the shaving. Whoa! too much... I let out a quiet moan.
Chub looks up and says, "Ya want me to pull on your boner for you?" With a
pretend English accent, I said, "Yes, that's ever so nice of you ole chap"
and Chubby stroked that boner of mine better than I do it. A couple of
things occurred to me later that evening... one, Chubby wouldn't be calling
my cock "big" if he ever saw Willie's and, the second thing was... Chubby
is the second boy to jerk me off in two days. Dodger in the janitor's
closet and now Chubby here in my basement.... nice trend.
That was what I thought of later... right then, with Chubby stroking my
boner, I was thinking only of him. He looked at my face, smirking as he
stroked me off and when he saw my face scrunch up getting ready to climax
he'd slow down and torture me some, giggling while keeping me right on the
edge. Finally nothing could prevent it from exploding ... out shot four,
six-inch strings of cum... bang, bang, bang, bang! Chubby cheered and
said, "Cooooool, Dylan". Then he was tasting it like we'd done the other
night. When I got my breathing back to normal he fingered some of my cum
into my mouth using the same finger he sucked my cum into his own mouth
with. See... we share everything.
During my climax I saw fire flies behind my eyes or perhaps it was
fireworks... oh man, it was a hot time having Chubby jerking me
off... awesome. And he still held on to my cock and stroked it for a
minute after my nuts were dry of cum. It was so good... then a thought
slipped in as I checked out Chubby's, and then, my own belly... a shaved
pube patch looks so cool! I'm going to stop shaving my legs at the end of
the summer, but continue with the crotch shaving. It looks so cool, like I
said... but, better yet, it leads to us jerking each other off too. I'm
also going to see if Willie will shave his too. I thought to
myself... you're recovering OK if you're thinking about this kind of thing
instead of worrying about Joel. It's Chubby, he's helped me get through
this...
My turn to do Chubby and did I ever take my time with his legs and pubic
area, but no boner appeared on the boy even though I was trying to
stimulate his penis in any number of ways.. No luck so far...I rubbed
around his groin pretending I was checking to see if I'd missed any
scratchy area, but I was really just enjoying playing with Chubby's
privates. Finally his cock couldn't help but begin to tighten up and he
knew it too, so he said, "Go ahead, Dylan, wack-off that little
sucker... it's starting to get hard now.... feeling good too, dude." His
cock sure was feeling good...in my hand that is. I'm thinking, "this is so
special!" as I began wacking him off the same way he does himself... making
a ring with my thumb and index finger and stroking that uncut foreskin back
and forth with a lot of friction on the shaft... the foreskin sliding on
and off and stimulating that fat cock head of his.
His penis might be small, but it's a cool penis. Very similar to Dodger's.
Chubbie's is about Dodger's length... maybe four and a half inches when
really boned up to the max, but Chubby has that full, firm over-sized
head... like Carl's, although, now that I remember, Carl's penis is a bit
longer. Even though Dodger doesn't have the over-sized head on his penis,
his is a thing of beauty like none other... and that'll be true whether it
grows longer on stays the same. I couldn't help but be curious about
Robbie's cock, you know... considering Dodger's and all. Now, oops..it's
happening again... that's the only drawback to jerking Chubby off. It gets
me so horny I start thinking about all the guys' penises I know of and, all
in all, it makes me yearn for the taste of cock in my mouth, especially
Chubby's... I'd love to lick and suck on his penis. That's my number one
daydream of late... then another daydream/fantasy I have is to feel his
boner up my ass... what a shocking surprise that one is, huh? Ahhh, dream
on.
The faster and tighter I stroked him the harder Chubby tried to hold back
his climax... when we're doing it together he wants to climax first because
he's competitive about everything. Now he wanted to hold off cuming and I
was kind of hoping he could hold off because I enjoyed stroking his little
cock so much. In a short time however, that big cock head swelled up and
precum drooled out... Chubby did some grunting with a red face and then
began thrusting his hips out... he was kind of squealing just
before... BANG ! there it came... a hard stream of cum splattering against
the front of the sink... that's his usual climax... one big shot, followed
by drools. My dick was semi hard by the time Chubby stopped moaning... his
face was still bright pink under his beautiful olive complexion. Without
thinking, he hugged my head into his belly... I was kneeling in the same
position I'd be in if I was blowing him because that's how I'd ended up
after shaving his pubes. He pressed my face against his belly... my nose
and his wet dick were in close proximity causing me to get fully boned-up
again.
Returning Chubby's hug with my own hug around his waist.. we maintained the
hugs for thirty seconds or so... it was so comforting to me... especially
after that harrowing time with Joel. Chubby breathlessly said, "God damn,
Dylan... that wank felt so fucking hot and ain't our hugs nice too." He
chuckled and added, "Shit, hope we're not turning into a couple of
homos. What do ya think? Maybe that asshole Mc Carty is on to something."
He didn't seem too concerned when he said that. I talked into his belly
saying, "Oh don't worry Chubby... we're not turning into anything". In my
mind I was hoping we already were a couple of homos.
Maybe whatever Ricky and Chubby are doing with each other... by "force" or
otherwise, will work out for me and Chubby down the road a bit. I'd
already been thinking that our exposure to the Dickers brothers, who we
know jerk-off together every night and do all that wrestling and all that
swimming pool balls crunching that's been going on and the quick kiss on
the lips and ... maybe it's all that kind of thing thats weakening Chubby's
resolve about this sort of intimate interaction we've been experiencing of
late. Yeah, that's right... I'm getting my hopes up again.
The hugging got awkward because of the position of me on my knees so we let
go of each other and got busy cleaning up after the shaving stuff. After
that, we climbed into the recliner to watch the last two innings of the Red
Sox game. Chubby was against my side like always and we talked quietly as
we watched TV. Our conversation was sentimental stuff about how he and I
have been together almost every day of our lives and how we depend so much
on each other for support and encouragement, "and even love, Dylan. I'm
not afraid to say I love you. We're brothers for fuck sake, brothers love
each other. Ya ever hear of that city of fucking brotherly love?" I go,
"Which one?" and he's like, "How the fuck do I know... somewhere in New
Jersey I think. Here's another fucking example... how about, he ain't
fucking heavy, he's me fucking brother. All that kind of shit. I love ya,
man." God, he makes me laugh, although I know he's not trying to.
Ohhh, I hugged him so tight and put the side of my face against the top of
his head. I did need to grunt and cough so as not to laugh
though... Chubby squirmed around to look up at me for my reaction to his
touching "F bomb" littered tribute to brotherly love ... In a serious
manner I said, "I love you more than any other person on earth". Chubby
stared at me a second with a funny, confused look on his face before saying
quietly, "Ya see... that's what I'm fucking talking about". Then we talked
about the baseball game until we felt comfortable with each other again. I
would have gotten a boner from his comments about loving me except I had to
exert so much energy keeping myself from laughing at all the "F-bombs" he
interjected along with the sweet brotherly love sentiment... and also, he'd
just jerked me off ten minutes ago so it will probably be another fifteen
minutes before I'll have another boner... just kidding, I don't mean to
exaggerate.......... it'll be more like twenty minutes.
It was a wonderful time this evening with Chubby, almost counter balancing
the horror of earlier today with Joel. Also, now I know there's some kind
of serious problem between Rickie and Chubby. In addition, I'm pretty sure
that psycho Joel isn't putting notes in my locker. And another
thing... I'm pretty sure Chubby and me will get revenge on Joel at the end
of the summer, along with doing whatever is appropriate in the Rickie
situation... so, what a fucking day today has been! A range of emotions to
boggle my mind, but as I lay there in bed that night I decided that it was
Chubby's reaction that made the biggest impression on me, both in his
concern for my well-being and later in his description of our "brotherly"
love...those things overwhelmed everything else in my head. The swelling
in my face from the beating was already almost gone, but Chubby's new level
of intimacy, in both words and deeds, will always remain with me.
******************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 7 ********************
Chapter two
Damn! I overslept Tuesday morning and had to run for the bus... I know the
driver won't wait even if he sees someone hurrying to make his bus. I was
there in time though, took my usual seat in the back, alone. Chubby told
me on Sunday that he was staying late at work to earn some overtime pay
tonight... he knows I'm helping Willie set up his computer so he said he
might as well work since I'm not going to be home. That's the lie I told
Chubby... that I was helping my friend set-up a new computer system.
Willie called me late Sunday night and we arranged for him to pick me up at
my house... why not, no one would be there. I'm anxious to see him again
and he's right... seeing each other just once a week isn't enough. We'd
become pretty close boyfriends in a relatively short time... only three
"dates", as Willie calls them, but we hit it off from the start and also
all three were long and intensely intimate "dates"... we got to know a lot
about each other quickly.
That's all true enough, but this morning my mind was mostly on Joel Mc
Carty, not Willie. I'm going to do everything I can to stay out of Joel's
way and when I do see him, which is inevitable because we work on the same
crew, I'll do what he told me to do... which is simple, don't speak to him
and "walk like a man". That's easy because it's how I always walk
anyway... I've never been a "swisher". I'm not even going to look at him,
and I won't smoke if he's anywhere I can see him. That's all I can do for
now. I hate letting him think he can treat me that way, but for now I've
got to play it just like that. Damn! It does help tremendously to know,
when summer ends, Chubby and me are going to make Joel sorry he fucked with
me. Then, another worrisome thought pops up... there might be something
horrible in my locker again this morning. God damnit all!
Trying to change my mental outlook, I remembered something good coming
up... the Wednesday night barbecue and pool party at the Dickers. OK!
That's more like it. I've got the "date" with Willie tonight and the
Dickers pool party tomorrow night. Oh man, wonder what new tricks Dodger
has in store for me. Jeez, I really had to smile thinking about that
surprising janitor's closet jerk-off we had together. Oh dear mother of
god!... was that ever sexy and hot! That kid should wear a warning label
like they put on Dunkin Donuts' take outs cups... "contents very hot"
... that should be on a big red tag around Dodger's neck. He's something
alright... and that made me think of the upcoming massage with Dodgers
brother, Robbie. See, now I'm thinking positively again... lots of great
things in my life and only that one bad thing... Joel. Well, two bad
things, Joel and the sicko prick who puts stuff in my locker.
When I got to work I went directly to my locker and opened it up first
thing... get it over with. Nothing there, and then I had an obvious
thought... get a lock for it! What a knucklehead I am, why didn't I think
of that earlier? Damn! Maybe I'll ask Willie to stop at a hardware store
on our way to... hell, I don't even know where we're going tonight. Well,
we can stop on our way to... wherever. Feeling good about finally coming
up with a solution to my locker problem I smiled the whole time Robbie and
I were doing our massages. Of course, I do that every day anyway. Out on
the job I stayed away from Joel as planned... he never even looked at me
which is a vast improvement over the staring at me he use to do. The day
flew by.
Robbie and I were quite intimate with the afternoon massages... me getting
real good vibes from him. Jeez, my boner was really hard and just about to
leak by the time he was done with me.. my body tingled. Saying goodbye, I
was sorta out of breath. Robbie is so hot and, ya know... he's so nice. A
really nice kid. Tomorrow night at his pool there'll be a lot of slippery,
tight, smooth, teen-boy bodies getting squeezed and hugged all in the name
of rough-housing and wrestling. Teen boys in a pool is about as hot as it
can get with clothing on... then there's skinny dipping, which the Dickers
claim never happens in their pool. Hmmmmm, a challenge! Can't help but
wonder if Robbie's and my intimacy with the massages will escalate when the
opportunity presents itself... maybe in the pool. Hope so!
At home it was weird being the only one in either condo, but I kept myself
busy getting ready for my "date". Shower, then blow-dry my hair to get it
to stand-up in a flattop... I needed to use some gel this time because it's
been a few days since I wore my hair like that and it wouldn't stand up on
it's own. Checking myself in the mirror... couldn't detect anything too
obvious from those face slaps which was surprising since they seemed so
devastating yesterday. The little cut was still there and maybe my cheek
was slightly puffy, but nothing that should draw much attention... that's
probably why Joel slapped me with his open hand... it doesn't leave any
lasting marks that could be used as proof he beat me up. A second look in
the mirror and, hey... that flattop looked OK on me... I'm getting use to
it and I kind of like it now. Wonder if I like it simply because Willie
likes it.
Just as I was about to go out to my front steps for a pre-date cigarette,
the doorbell rings. It was Willie, he had a beautiful smile on his cute
face when he said, "I came to pick you up the proper way this time, Dylan.
At your front door..." He looked around and hesitantly added, "no one is
here, right?" There was a little sunburn on his longish, cute nose... his
healthy tanned, longish face, arms and legs had me shaking my head in
disbelief that he actually thinks I'm the special one when he looks like
this! He's totally one hundred percent boy, that's what Willie is.... and
his flattop went perfectly with his all-american boyish looks too. Damn,
guess he was right about that old time flattop haircut ... ha ha ! Yeah, he
was right about that as well as just about everything else since we've been
going out... and I thought he was just a cute goof... Jeez!.
Swallowing and trying not to act like a dweeb who's overwhelmed with their
date's attractiveness... like I actually was at the moment, I said, "Hi
Willie... no one is here. You, ah... you look really... cute... I mean,
great, nice. Oh jeez, please just come on in... I'm acting like a dweeb,
sorry." Willie walked in, ignoring my embarrassing beginning, held open
his arms and in a charming way said... "Come on Dylan, let's get our first
kiss for this date".... It was amazing actually... he acted so upbeat and
so excited to be here. I walked into his arms thinking... I'm so lucky to
be on a date with a boy who looks so cute and clean, and healthy, and sexy,
and yummy, and boyish, and innocent... all in one. I got wrapped up in
Willie's arms... his arms around my waist, my arms went around his
neck. Willie Worthington, who tells me he loves me and who is a truly
original personality is uplifting my spirits second by second... hugging me
with undisguised eagerness. Just what I really, really needed... Chubby
is always there for me of course, but it means a lot that there is someone
else who cares a lot for me too... especially after Joel dominated me so
badly that I kinda lost respect for myself.
The make-out following our first kiss was so typically Willie... meaning it
was hot and sexy and it quickly put me into an erotic state of mind,
everything else flew from my brain... only Willie and me remained. A mere
three minutes into that make-out and my thoughts turned to concerns that
I'd be creaming my cargo shorts shortly. I gentle pulled my head away from
our make-out and said, "Oh Willie, you are so hot. It's embarrassing, but
I'm afraid I'm going to cum in my pants". Of course his wonderful "Willie
smell" had something to do with that situation too... a uniquely personal
odor that was Willie's alone. When he'd caught his breath a bit, he
grinned and matter-of-factly said, "OH... don't be embarrassed,
Dylan...that's what I expect you to do". He put his mouth on mine and that
talented tongue of his went to work... Oh my God, it was all around my
mouth, my lips, my nose, my neck..... feeling so smooth and sexy. I quickly
surrendered myself to Willie. His lips sucked my top lip till I was going
"Nooo, ohhh, Ahhh".. Willie giggling through his kisses at my arousal and
then switching to French kissing which quieted me down even with my boner
twitching... all the time grinding his crotch into me gently. He was
determined to make me cum spontaneously... it was a luscious feeling to
have a wet cock in my pants during this sloppy make-out with this cute, hot
boy... and to be right on the verge of climax with each second that ticked
by.
As my climax got closer and closer the thought floated by in my mind that
Willie is a lot more experienced in... well, in everything then I ever gave
him credit for. I'm sure he knew that my balls were tight up against my
belly, he'd had his hands on them briefly a couple of times so we both knew
I was just about there... it was so fabulous when I just relaxed and let it
happen. Let myself climax right into my clean underwear without even
touching my dick. Willie was rubbing up the back of my neck and the back
of my head... sucking on my tongue and making quiet pleasure sounds in his
throat... his boner a poker in his pants. It was never in doubt
really... and so, trying not to squeal like a school girl I felt the first
small squirt of cum splattered into my jockey shorts... I went, "Ahhhh
ohhh" ...Willie licked up the front of my nose with a lot of spit on his
tongue, inhaling some of it intensifying the "Willie smell".. gasping for
oxygen as cum shot up from my nuts and burned shooting out my cock's pee
slit... four spurts... ".. AH.. AH.. AH.. AH..! " and then me moaning and
carrying on like it was my first climax ever.
It felt so hot, so fantastic to cum without touching my cock. I was humping
against Willie, not thinking about anything but my dick and Willie...
groaning and moaning out, "Willie.. Willie" He held me tightly and let me
have my climax... every bit of it, just the sides of our faces
touching... no making out. After a minute or so, Willie quietly asked,
"You OK, Dylan? Was that good for you?" He sounded so sincerely
concerned... so loving and, ya know... like I've said any number of times,
he's so sweet. I nodded my head "yes" clinging onto Willie... it was such
an unusual and fabulously sexy thing to experience. I'm still new to all
this stuff... maybe it happens to other gay guys every day... maybe, but I
doubt it.
Some of my cum was drooling past my jockey shorts wetting halfway down my
thigh which was the only thing that kept this from being a perfect
experience for me. I'd thought earlier that making-out with Willie could
cause spontaneous climaxing because I'd come close to doing it with him
before. So it wasn't a big surprise that I did it tonight, but it was a
surprise how awesome it felt to do it. It was a much hotter, yummier
feeling then I anticipated it would be when fantasizing about it. Then I
briefly wondered if it's possible I could go through the rest of my life
and never meet another boy who could make me do what Willie just made me
do? It's possible, I suppose..
Willie broke my spell by saying, " Ah, I have something for ya... I bought
something for you". Another surprise. Separating from him, I excitedly
said... "You bought something for me? What is it?" Willie said, "Oh my
God, look at that" he was pointing at the spreading cum stain on the front
of my shorts. We both laughed awkwardly... then he said, "Ya want to
change your shorts first, Dylan... then I'll give you your present. Go
ahead, it's OK..." Damn, I don't get many presents so I hustled through my
bedroom and into the little bathroom to strip and wipe my cum off myself
with a washcloth. Walking back into my bedroom, naked from my waist down,
my limp dick swinging. Willie was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at
me, "Hey, nice dick, dude. I love that shaved pube look ya got going for
yourself. It's hot!". He was just joking around, pretending he'd never
seen it before, but that might be my opening. I was going through my
bureau drawer looking for clean underwear, I casually asked, "Ya want me to
shave your pubes for you Willie?"
He had a little box in his hand... it wasn't wrapped or anything... he
said, "You'd shave my pubes for me?" I pulled on some boxer underwear and
said, "Of course I will, Willie. You're my boyfriend." Willie goes,
"Thank you, yeah.. I'd like that! But first, here's your, you know... your
little present thing, Dylan". As I opened it he said, "It's not much. I
just saw it yesterday while I was looking at watches and I thought it would
look good on you". It was a plain metal necklace with a cross pendant
hanging at the front... not a religious cross. The metal chain was the
color of cloudy stainless steel. The cross pendant was about an inch long
and an inch across and had a black shiny material inside the metal outline
of the cross. It was a very cool necklace.
As I stared at my present something about it made me think it was
expensive, but I don't know what. Willie said, "It's from the men's
collection of David Yurman. I got it at Long's Jewelers at the Mall". I
was confused then and asked, "This use to belong to some guy named David
something? It's a used necklace?" Willie smiled in a way that I
interpreted as meaning he wasn't sure if I was serious or not. He took the
necklace from me and fastened it around my neck saying, "Don't be funny,
you know it's not used. David Yurman is the guy who designs the jewelry.
There, it looks so cool on you." And then he hugged me around the neck and
said in my ear... "I'm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend. I love you so
much". I was really touched.
As I admired my necklace in the mirror over the bureau I said, "I love you
too Willie and, like I told you before, I'm the lucky one... you're
special, not me. I love this present. I've never had a necklace... Thank
you!" Willie looked embarrassed and waved his hand at me and said
something about it was nothing, he had about ten necklaces. I didn't doubt
that, but I was a tiny bit concerned about one thing... wearing a
"necklace"... ya know what I mean? So I said, real casually, "Ah, you say
it's from the men's part of that David whats-his-name guy's stuff though,
right?" Willie was like, "Oh come on, stop teasing me Dylan. Anyone can
see it's a guy's necklace... it's nothing like a girl's for Christ sake.
You're always joking around." I was like, "Yeah, I can see that" although,
of course, at first I hadn't been sure. We kissed again quickly and then I
took him downstairs to the little half bath and pulled his shorts off. With
my cool necklace pendant cross swinging out and then settling against my
smooth chest, I said... "Sit on the toilet seat Willie and I'll make short
work of those pubes". The necklace felt so cool around my neck and that
cross pendant had a nice solid feel to it... nothing flimsy about that
thing.
Willie was holding the bottom of his polo shirt up away from his lap as I
ran the electric trimmers through his pubic hairs. That left only a
sandpaper feel to his pubes which I wet with warm water and then lathered
up with shaving cream. Neither of us spoke as I shaved him. Willie ran
his fingers over the top of my hair a few times. I took my time because I
didn't want to nick his belly with the razor. All done, I felt around the
area... I'd been holding his long dick in my left hand during the shaving
and it had finally become a full fledged boner. Willie dropped the bottom
of his Polo shirt back down in his lap and breathlessly said, "Suck me off,
Dylan... please, Do that thing with your throat that you did last time. I
want to cum in your mouth". Jeez, I love to suck teen cocks so no
hesitation from me.
His now smooth, hairless, pubic patch made his penis looked even longer. I
guided that long, hard boner inside my mouth and sucked on the head for two
minutes. Willie was running the fingers of both hands through my hair
grunting and humping little humps off the toilet seat. He grunted out,
"Dylan, that feels fantastic... I love it." and then he comes out
with... a little bit grumpily, " I wish you wouldn't put gel in your hair.
I like dry, clean hair. OK?" As he asked "OK" I swallowed his cock and
went through a series of swallowing motions in my throat... then, pulling
it out of my throat and sucking on it again and licking it, and swallowing
it again... then everything all over again. Willie didn't last long... he
fired most of his cum down my throat. It just worked out that way...he
climaxed while his boner was in my throat. I did get a nice taste when I
backed completely off of it and he fired a spurt of cum in my mouth while I
was gently sucking on the head of his long boner. Taste good, but I can't
think what it specifically taste like.
Willie moved quite a bit on the toilet seat and had actually squealed when
he shot his four cum shots, sounding slightly like that little girl I
almost sounded like when he made me cum in my pants not too long ago.
That's the first thing Willie has ever done in my presents that didn't
remind me totally of a boy... it was only three quick squealing noises, and
he told me later he'd never heard himself make sounds anything like that
before. Of course, he's never been sucked off like that before either. We
cleaned up in the half bath a bit while Willie complained about the gel in
my hair again. "These flattops need to stand up naturally, Dylan. You
need to train it to stand-up, not gel-up your hair like you're spiking it.
Come over to the sink." I did and he had me bend me over so he could wash
the gel out of my hair. Then, upstairs in my mother's bedroom he used her
hairdryer and a round hairbrush to get my hair to stand-up without
gel... like his.
"You see the way I brushed up your hair with the hairdryer right next to
the brush... that will get it to stand up when it's dry." I go, "Oh
yeah... I see" and Willie turns off the hairdryer for a minute to say,
"Dylan... you look good in this flattop and I like you with it... so, will
you please wear it like this all the time. It'll stand-up on it's own if
you train it to. OK?" I gave it a seconds thought... it's really not that
big a deal and like I said earlier... I'm kind of liking it too, so I said,
"OK, Willie... for you." He gave me a wet kiss on my lips that sort of
sucked both my lips into his mouth... it seemed like that anyway. He said,
"Thank you" and he turned the hairdryer back on and finished the job. That
one wet kiss got me almost fully boned again. I guess you could say I'm
hooked on Willie.
We went outside on my steps to finish the drinks we'd grabbed from the
refrigerator and mostly so I could smoke a cigarette before getting in his
car. When I was done the cigarette I refrained from flicking the butt, just
stepped on it instead. The night was quite warm and with a top down
convertible, and the big rock & roll sound flowing from his stereo, it was
a cool-hot ride to his house. Willie said we were going to hang out there.
"Chef" was making burgers and stuff for our dinner. As we cooly drove down
route nine Willie said, "It feels really neat to have shaved pubes!
Thanks, Dylan." I smiled and reached over to squeeze his hand, like
Chubby's always doing to me. We were quickly at his driveway heading to
his house... what a mansion it was too.
According to the housekeeper, the chef wasn't ready for us so we went to
Willie's room. I wanted to do something with his computer so I could
rationalize I wasn't telling a one hundred percent lie to Chubby... just a
ninety-nine percent one. Willie of course had a state of the art system,
much too sophisticated for me to understand, but I logged on and fucked
around with it awhile anyway. Since leaving my house, when we walked any
where Willie had been doing his normal routine... arm around my waist, or
hand in my back pocket, or arm around my neck. Whenever we were seated or
standing, like me at his computer, he rubbed my back or squeezed the back
of my neck or ran his fingers from my forehead to the back of my head
playing with my hair. It's a Willie's thing... constant bodily contact of
one form or another. And, you know what... none of his touching was
annoying to me at all. I actually was loving the attention and the feel of
his hands and body. I loved Willie. Still a long way from "in love", but
I sure loved him. Being with him was fun and funny although, like Chubby,
he wasn't always funny on purpose. He looked really good too, and tasted
good, and smelled so sexy and hot and boyish and yummy. What's not to
love!
We had dinner at this long table covered with a white linen table
clothe.... Willie and I sat across from each other at the end nearest the
kitchen. The same linen for our napkins. Two tall, thin candles were
burning with the huge overhead chandelier on a dimmer switch... turned down
low. Willie told the housekeeper who served the food, he'd like to listen
to Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" CD. I'd never heard it before, but I
recognized one of the songs from a station on the radio that plays
seventies, eighties, and nineties rock and roll. Some very excellent rock
and roll from that era... and, to be honest, a lot of it sucks too. Bruce
did not suck, some of the songs were mesmerizing. I couldn't picture what
Bruce looked like, but his music sounded like it was made for teens
Willie's and my age.
The food was beyond belief... it was simple fare cooked in an exceptional
way. A cheesburger, the best I'd ever eaten, had a cheese I'd never heard
of, "Gruyere". There were sweet onion and pickles of some kind on the
burger too, with a dressing on the toasted bun that had my mouth watering.
I was worried at first because the burger wasn't cook properly, it was pink
inside... I'm not into raw meat, but the lady assured me that this was
definitely sufficiently cooked. A nice serving of the creamiest, most
succculent scallop potatoes I've ever tasted and a wedge of iceberg lettuce
with a white dressing that I was told is a blue cheese dressing... a salad
dressing the chef makes from scratch. Never heard of blue cheese or blue
cheese dressing... very unusual taste, but mouth watering too. We had red
wine with dinner. I tried my best to drink it, but it sucked! I drank
some water that was a little fucked-up too... sparkling water of some kind
with lemon slices in it. Except for the water and wine, it was a great
dinner.
Dessert was strawberries, over vanilla ice cream. Over all, it was the
most delicious meal I ever had, but I'm not telling Chubby that... he and I
claim our sixty dollar dinner at Ken's Steakhouse was the best meal ever
prepared. And it was really good, but this was out of sight. And that's
especially surprising because it was basically only a cheeseberger and
salad with some potatoes. The chef, who I never actually saw, was a
talented guy. The ice cream, like the salad dressing, was home made... you
wouldn't think, with all this money, they'd have to have the chef concoct
homemade ice cream and homemade salad dressing. Ben and Jerry's is
expensive ice cream, I know... but, come on, these guys are loaded... and
Ken's salad dressings aren't even that expensive. I didn't say anything to
Willie about the homemade stuff because I didn't want to embarrass
him... and, what the hell, they tasted Ok too. I'm not fussy.
Willie had more conversation memorized for during dinner and inbetween
bites of cheeseburger he told me about the difference between women's and
men's english.... what they say and what they actually mean. With a women,
if she says "yes" she means "no" and "no" means "yes" and "maybe" means
"no". "We need" means "I want"... "I'm sorry" equals "You'll be
sorry"... "We need to talk" means "you're in trouble, mister". And, so
on...
Men's English goes like this... "nice dress" mean "nice cleavage!"... "I
love you" means "Let's fuck"... "I'm bored" means "Let's fuck"... "May I
have this dance" means "Lets fuck"... and so on... the last one, if a man
says "Those shoes don't really go with your outfit" means , "I'm gay, leave
me the fuck alone".
These weren't as funny as some of the others on our last date, but once
again I laughed at how hard Willie laughed. That was the really funny
thing to me... the fact he actually memorized these things and still got
such a kick out of them he could hardly say them before howling with
laughter. He looks so cute laughing... the bridge of his nose, where his
freckles are, wrinkles so cutely and makes him look like a twelve year
old... and his beautiful teeth and dark pink mouth all look so clean as he
laughs.... great visuals to go with the jokes. When he'd finished with the
memorized part of the conversation I asked him what he did all day
long... quite a bit it seems.
Willie described some of the many things that fill his days. Sunday, for
example, he'd had two kids from his prep school over for the afternoon.
They come over at least once a week and Willie goes to their house for an
afternoon almost every week as well. Neither of the kids was Larry, and
neither of them is gay either... although they both knew Willie was. He
said, "We did exactly what you and I are going to do after dinner, Dylan.
Play tennis and then take a swim in the pool." I told him I didn't know how
to play tennis and Willie said, "You'll learn, just like I'm learning to
play golf". I shrugged thinking, " I'd like to be able to play tennis
". Willie's regular activities include drives into Cambridge a couple times
a week to hangout with his buds there... sometimes during the day, and
sometimes after dinner. He and his cousin, who lives in Wayland, see the
Red Sox play at Fenway Park every other week and the weeks they don't go,
they go into Boston for the day just to mess around in there. He takes
piano lessons twice a week and practices an hour a day on the day's he
doesn't have a lesson.
Furthermore, he has weekly tutoring lessons in French because he got a C-
grade in that course last year. And he is also required by the Prep school
to read one book a week and submit a review of the book through email. He
described other things that keep hims busy, my eyes were glazing over after
awhile... just keeping tract of all that stuff would be a challenge.
Chubby and I "hung-out" a lot the summers before we got jobs... that's
about how I'd describe it... "handing-out", and oh yeah, we got into
trouble once in awhile too. Willie ended by saying, "And then, there's my
boyfriend... I see him twice a week. That's you, Dylan, in case you
thought I had another. ha ha..." Willie's so much more than I thought he
was at first. I blushed thinking back at how superior I felt in our early
times together during Carl's party. I was under the impression Willie was
some dweeb with no self confidence who had no friends and just happened to
be cute in a unique way. He never came on like a rich, sophisticated, well
rounded over achiever.... like he, in fact, appears to be.
Man! I was impressed... but baffled too as to why he was so taken with me.
What did he see in me that I don't see... why didn't he sniff with self
importance and lift his nose up in the air at the likes of me... country
bumpkin, Dylan Newman? I don't get it... He's so proud to introduce me as
"My boyfriend, Dylan Newman" like ... "see, I finally have a friend" or "I
finally have a boyfriend" or something like that. The truth is he'd have
absolutely no trouble getting a boyfriend anytime he wanted and he already
has a lot of friends. And, what's with the way he looks up to Larry? Or
the way he let's Larry treat him like a piece of meat? A couple more
mysteries of life for me to contemplate... a never-ending list, it seems.
After dinner we wandered around their beautiful grounds with Willie naming
various flowers and plants... Latin names that I wouldn't even be able to
pronounce. We eventually circled back to an area with a lighted tennis
court, full basketball court, and swimming pool. "This is our sports
complex, Dylan"... Willie said that laughingly as if the area was
embarrassing inadequate. "We only have the one court, and as you can see
there's no place to put another one so my parents can't really have tennis
parties here. The pool is small too, but since it's just you and me, it'll
be perfect for us, right?" I nodded my head and smiled... I was
overwhelmed. We shot baskets first. Willie's a little more than an inch
taller than me... he's about five feet, eleven inches tall... but he and I
are equally skinny so it was a fair game of one on one basketball. We were
about at equal skill levels too... which is to say neither of us could make
our high school basketball team, but we didn't suck either. We split two
games of one on one, but I had to really work at it. He's a determined
competitor, but always fair... no cheating.
Then onto the tennis court where I had never before tread a step... never
so much as swung a tennis racket either. Willie gave me one of his rackets
to use and gave me a basic lesson too... then he lobbed shots to me from
the other side of the net which I tried returning. It wasn't real
difficult when he lobbed the tennis balls to me... I thought I was doing
great. Then I wanted to see how he'd normally return a volley and the
speed at which he sent the ball back over the next was scary. His serve
was totally dangerous to a novice like me. Willie had an athletic grace
about his every movement that I hadn't had an opportunity to see until
tonight. I thought back to Carl's party again, and how good a dancer
Willie had been as he tried to teach me to dance. Back then I assumed he
was a bit on the girlie side which would fit in with the dancing, but
instead he's a very good athlete, who can also dance.
It's impossible not to have admiration for someone who's your peer, but who
can do so many things better than you... and maybe I felt a little jealousy
too because he's also cuter then me and a million times richer as
well. That's Willie though, the same Willie who claims to be in love with
me. I swear to God, I can't figure this out. It was getting dark now, but
still quite humid and warm. Hidden lights began flickering on as the night
darkened. "Time for a swim Dylan, and please don't worry, I promise to get
you home by twelve like you said... I know you need to work tomorrow". I
was wondering about mosquitoes, but Willie said we wouldn't be bothered.
There were many propane fueled mosquitoes traps hidden around the grounds
that eliminated mosquitoes entirely from their property. "Oh, you have
those things, huh?" I mumbled. I'd never even known there were such
things.
The pool wasn't like a regular backyard pool. It was made to look like a
pond... about twenty by thirty feets laid out irregularly, with a
waterfall at one end. The water looked black instead of light blue like
all the swimming pools I've seen. Subdued lighting created a very neat
picture. Very inviting. Willie said, "Here ya go, Dylan" and he lifted my T
shirt over my head and pulled down my pants. "Wait!" I said, "I don't have
a swimsuit" and Willie laughed and told me I was a riot. He pulled down my
underwear and I was naked except for ankle socks and sneakers... I took
those off. I guess we're going skinny dipping which I've never done,
although I've wanted to do it someday. I guess that day, or rather, that
night is here.
Willie got undressed and had me come around to the end opposite the
waterfall where there was a hammock suspended between two trees. It wasn't
a normal hammock of course, but made to fit in with the decor of a pond, in
the forrest... with a waterfall. The "forest" consisted of beautiful
decorative exotic types of trees and shrubs... it's a beautiful and private
place. We got in the hammock which was quite comfortable and made of a
soft material that smelled new... or maybe just clean. Willie and I
weren't new or clean... we were sweaty from playing tennis and basketball.
Willie quietly said, "Oh Dylan, I've been dreaming about this since Sunday
morning when I woke up." and he wrapped me up in his arm and wrestled us
around until he was laying on top of me... his cock on my cock, his legs in
between my legs. His tongue was in my mouth and in short order my boner
was stretching six inches and painfully trying to get to six-and-a-half.
Willie's boner was just as hard, noticeably longer, stretching for more.
It was actually very sexy to be entangled with a sweaty boy... it was
slippery, and nasty, and hot. Neither of us had bad BO and, in fact,
Willie smelled better then ever. From that point onward, we didn't engage
in conversation again until Willie had fucked me twice.... a few words were
spoken, but no conversation. Willie fucked me in much the same manner he'd
done Saturday night except there was no music tonight and we were outside
in a hammock, and we were grungy.... so there were a few differences. As a
matter of fact though, this turned out to be even better than Saturday
night and Saturday night had been my best sexual experience ever... until
tonight that is. Willie started with the unbelievably hot make out again
while inching my legs up and getting his knees under my buttocks slightly.
I was under his spell by them and shortly he had my legs pulled back and up
in the air... at that point he pushed in the first two inches of his boner.
My boner was so hard there was a danger of it breaking off if were knocked
just the wrong way.
As I said, we used very few words... mostly grunting and heavy breathing
and sighs and moans of pleasure. Willie, once he'd penetrated me with
those two inches of boner, arranged my legs and ass and body exactly like
he wanted them and then casually leaned forward sliding his long, sweaty,
pre cum slippery boner the next five-plus inches up my ass. He grunted
once when he was all the way in me and with sweat dripping from his face he
groaned pulling out almost all the way and then drove it all the way back
up inside me again.... I was holding my breath waiting for the pleasure
which was just seconds away. His long boner went in easier that second
time and by the forth time he had his rhythm and he fucked me steadily for
five minutes...the hammock swaying slightly and the warm humid air had us
both sweating some more... my ass was wet with it, and with Willie's
precum.
Everything felt primitive and exciting and hot... sweat from Willie's face
mixing with my own. I said he fucked me for five minutes, but it could
have been less... I was highly stimulated and simply couldn't hold off
climaxing. I shot my big load with a great deal of pressure behind it and
almost feinted... it flew out of my boner, spraying up on my neck while I
was crying out a desperate, "Oh my God Willie...that felt good," Then
smaller cum spurts travelled from my nuts up my shaft to pool on my belly.
Shortly after, with me still trying to appreciate all the colors flashing
in my head, Willie made a squealing sound next to my ear and, just like
that, my hole was full of his cum... then more of it went up inside me, and
even a little more after that.
He fucked me in a frenzy for a minute after his climax and then slowed down
as we got in that tight ball of teen boys that we'd gotten into Saturday
night. My arms locking around his back, and his arms around my neck, and
his knees really tight on either side of my chest, my legs wrapped around
his waist, locked together on his back... our faces next to each other and
my cum, as well as my penis, squishing between our bellies. As tight
together as we were the thing that caught my attention was his cum drooling
out of my hole around his cock, which was still fully inside me. When we
were all in place, nice and snug, and everything was perfect, we tightened
that ball of teen boys even tighter and then Willie sucked on my neck for
twenty minutes giving me a bigger hickey than the one Carl gave me. I was
writhing underneath Willie before he was done because it was stinging at
one point and it was hypnotically erotic at other points. A fantastically
sexy time.
When Willie was done with my hickey, just licking it now, I began to feel
his penis grow inside me which caused Willy to take in a long breath and
say, "Roll over for me Dylan... please. I want to do you laying on your
stomach." He had to pull out in order for me to roll over and I didn't
like the feel of being so empty back there. But once on my stomach he slid
it right back up inside me, filling me up so nicely. His cum from the
earlier climax made it slippery and it was so sexy for me to just think
about that.... all Willie's cum surrounding his long boner that was inside
my body. Willie fucked me kind of roughly for at least fifteen minutes
before he climaxed again. I pushed up on my knees a little to reach under
to grab my boner and help myself get off... I'd been right on the edge of
climaxing when Willie shot his load and he'd then slowed down making it
necessary for me to use my hand. He was breathing hard for a minute or so
after his climax... that boy put out a lot of energy doing all this
fucking.
We lay together quietly except when Willie would whisper in my ear that he
loved me and he'd ask if I loved him and I'd say I did because I felt I
did. When he finally pulled out of me for good, much of his cum drooled
out too and stained the material of the hammock. He said he'd have it
cleaned... not to worry. We dove in the pool and swam for twenty minutes
stopping frequently to hug each other and kiss... it was a dreamy evening,
it really was. Romantic even. The swim cooled us off and cleaned us up
some too. We got dressed after toweling off and Willie drove me home... we
were only twenty minutes late too. Twelve o'clock was my time table, not
Mom's... so I wasn't in any trouble. Willie and I made out for five
minutes in the car and then I thanked him profusely for the necklace... and
for everything else too. I told him it was truly a wonderful time. He said
he'd call about our Saturday night date and then he was gone.
Laying in bed, coming down off the "high" of that evening, I
thought...Saturday night date? Fuck! I'll be in Wildwood Saturday. I
forgot to explain to Willie how I wouldn't be around for two weeks and to
invite him to meet me in Wildwood for a couple of the days during my
vacation. I forgot to ask him to stop at a hardware store so I could buy a
lock for my locker too. Fuck!
OK, so I forgot a couple of things, but who cares... it was the dreamiest
of nights with Willie, ... with anyone ever, actually. I'll talk to him
Thursdays after work about Wildwood. Getting to sleep tonight didn't even
require a jerk off... Willie had done a really good job of taking care of
my sexual needs. Jeez, I climaxed three times with him on our date... WOW!
I think I do love him because I'm already wondering when I'll next see him.
Then, just before falling asleep I thought, "Oh, hey... I was suppose to
fuck Willie first tonight. That's what we decided at the end of our last
date, I think. No, wait... I said that to Willie and he said something
like, "We'll see, Dylan". Yes, now I remember... it made me mad cause he
was like... "Maybe I'll give my OK". He didn't say those words, but that's
the meaning I got from his tone and his body language, in addition to that
comment of, "We'll see". OK, that's true enough... but, do I care? Do I
want to make an issue out of that? Nah.... I like the way it's going
between us right now... it's so cool having a boyfriend like Willie.
******************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 7
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Chapter three
Up in the morning and raring to go... well, not quite. I was a little
tired because of my late date last night, but I had a smile on my face. I
just wish I had someone I could share my dating experiences with... compare
notes, show them my hickey, or something. Probably that's a veiled way of
saying I wish I could brag about my boyfriend, and our date, ... but, I
don't like to think of myself as the type person who would brag. Oh hell, I
think I'd brag about Willie if I had someone to brag to. He's fabulous and
we had a great time last night. OK... for now I'm in the closet, but I
won't be forever.... someday I'll have other gay friends to share my
thoughts and experiences with.
Then I thought about something practical... a lock for my locker and...YES!
The answer! I ran down to the basement and started going through our junk
closet down there until I found the back pack I used for high school last
year. Hanging on the backpack was my combination lock from my gym
locker... Sweet! I knew the combination like I know my own birth date,
which isn't surprising since they're both the same. Twirled the dial to
unlock it and then upstairs for a quick shower. I got dressed, covered the
hickey with a round Band-aid... it's an ingrown pimple if anyone ask me
about it, and yes... I remembered to keep my promise to Willie... I did my
hair in the flattop style. All the time I was doing my flattop I was
wondering what the guys will say about it. Especially Chubby... well,
Dodger too, I'll see him at the pool after work today. I wanted to wear my
new necklace, but that would be nuts... wearing that to cut grass in and
then swiming. No, the necklace is for special occasions.
Arriving at work I immediately went over to check my locker. Inside I
found six dirty pictures printed from a website called DOGGYBOYS. The
pictures showed teenage boys doing anal sex, rimming, and oral sex. To be
honest, the boys were awfully cute, but I still had a scary chill run
through me.... why is someone doing this to me? I studied the pictures one
last time, balled them up in my hand, and flushed them down the toilet.
Then I changed into the company logo shorts and T shirt for work, put
Chubby's and my bathing suits in my locker for tonight's barbecue pool
party, and locked my locker with my gym lock. When that lock snapped
closed it gave me such a good feeling... try getting in there now, asshole!
"Hey, that's a cool retro 'do' ya got there, Bobbsey. Where'd ya get that
haircut, I like it". It was the friendliest of the college guys, Drew. He
usually has a joke or something nice to say to me. With a huge smile on my
face I gave him the finger while running the palm of my free hand across
the top of my flattop. He laughed good-naturedly... he's my favorite
college guy. Drew said, "The girls are going to be dropping stuff in their
panties when they see you, Dylan". I showed him my bicep muscle and he
goes, "Whooo eeeee, you hot, you da man".
Robbie came hurrying in, said.. "Sup Dylan?". We do a quick one arm hug
and pat on the back... then Robbie started changing into his work clothes
while I sat next to him sneaking peeks at his fantastic body. It didn't
take but a minute to change and then Robbie started my morning massage.
First the shoulders, then the back of my neck, and then he was pulling my
arms up... I couldn't wait any longer so I motioned for him to lean down.
Whispering in his ear like we always do, I asked.. "Hey dude... what do you
think of my new hair style?" Robbie whispered back, "I didn't want to
embarrass you by gushing all over you about it, you know... cause I'm
always saying how cool you are, but I love it! And, you have to do mine
just like that next time you give me a haircut."
It felt so good that Robbie liked it and I thought... Jeez, Willie might be
starting a whole new trend in teen's hair styles. Wouldn't that be a hoot!
Like always, Robbie's hands felt so sexy on my body, he's got strong hands
...it was yummy bodily contact and, boy oh boy, am I ever being spoiled by
my new friends... Robbie, Dodger and Willie. They're all awesome! When I
did Robbie's massage I took a chance and hugged his head against my stomach
and leaned down with my head right next to his... camouflaging this
obvious attempt to enjoy his smell and feel his face against mine, I slowly
explained to him how he'll need to train his new hairdo if he wants it to
stand-up the way...blab, blab, blab. It's getting ridiculous anymore the
way I admire certain boys... just ridiculous, and a lot of fun too.
We finished up but I needed to pee so I told Robbie I'd see him in the
parking lot. Just as I got to the lavatory door Joel came out... we almost
ran into each other. He had a mean puss on his face as he usually does
when he sees me... he snapped out, "The fucking nerve of you... are you
stupid? Get in there and don't say a word", he was pointing at the lavatory
door... I was scared, but I still thought to myself... that's where I was
going in the first place ya crazy motherfucker. He came right in after me
and grabbed behind my neck with a vice-like grip of his left hand. This
madman is freaky strong... I wasn't thinking about smart ass comments
anymore because now I was afraid. Joel turns me into a pussy.
Trying not to whine I hunched my shoulders against the pain. Without
easing the pressure on the back of my neck Joel hissed, "You can't stay
away from me, can ya? You'll be happy to know, I'm not done with you, not
by a long shot... that little slap around Monday was just to get your
attention. You screw up and you'll get it a lot worse. Do you understand
what I'm saying, fairy boy? Don't speak, I can't stand your girly voice,
just nod. You understand?" I nodded "yes", as best I could with that
clamp he had on my fucking neck, but I didn't actually... understand him, I
mean. How could I, he's nuts. He'd moved up close to my back... I think I
felt the heat from his body. All I could hear was rough breathing, mostly
through his nose... like he was aroused or pissed off or most likely, he
was just being his normal insane self. I stood as still as I
could... waiting for what this maniac was going to do to me next.
At least a full minute went by like that... him almost on top of me,
breathing weirdly, but not speaking. The pain in my neck was dull now,
almost like it had turned numb... then he was touching me. His body was
against my back and some part of him was on top of my head... I think it
was his chin. My bowels were feeling loose and I had to pee so bad I
wanted to scream. I was thinking... he could kill me right now and then
he'd have to spend the rest of his life in jail for murder... but, big
deal, I'd be dead. He removed his chin from my head and said in a
strangled voice, "I'm trying to figure out if you're worth the trouble.
Maybe you are... at least you didn't go running to Mommy, peeing your
panties, crying... that mean Joel smacked me. You kept it to
yourself. Right?" I nodded my head "yes".
Joel took a deep breath, let go of my neck and growled low, "Let me see you
walk over to the stall and back. Do it!" I walked slowly, almost stiff
legged so my ass wouldn't move hardly at all. After four steps he rushed
over and grabbed my right buttocks with that machine-like grip and almost
pulled me off my feet, snarling, "Nobody fucking walks like that, what are
you, a zombie?" and he jerked on my buttocks again. It hurt so badly I
cried out, "Ouch...ahhh, please, that really hurts." He snapped, "Well
walk like a fucking human then" and he let go of me. Jesus, the pain in my
buttocks was like a pulled muscle.
Holding my breath, I tried to walk normally. "Walk back to me now" he
snapped. When I was in front of him he said, "OK, not too faggy. Shall I
waste my time on you? Are you worth it? I know goddamn well you're
hanging around me hoping I'll notice you. Fuck... I know that in one
weekend I'd make a new boy out of you. How old are you?" I was afraid to
say something because it might be a trap... he'd already told me
emphatically not to speak in his presence. I bit my lip... what to do? I
think I'm going to pee my pants. He grabbed my jaw, his thumb on one side
and thin, strong fingers on the other side gripping so hard tears ran down
my face. "Answer me" he demanded, through clenched teeth. I said, "I'll
be eighteen next month". He let go and thought for a minute... I stood in
front of him shaking, my body was actually shaking.
He wiped his face with the palms of his hands and muttered, "Maybe. You're
a maybe. I know god damn well you'd like me to take interest in you,
wouldn't you? Just nod your head." I had no idea what he was talking
about, but it seemed better he take an interest in me rather then beat me
up or, worse, kill me... so I nodded "yes". He nodded his head too and
then said, "Watch your step... you're still only a maybe". Without
touching me again he turned and left the lavatory. I stood there a minute,
tried comparing Joel with the Marine, but there was no comparison. The
Marine never seemed dangerous... just very stern. But, what do I know? I
locked myself in a toilet stall and did a long number one, and then a
number two. That was a relief... running for the pickup in the parking lot
I got there ten seconds before Toby.
Robbie helped me up into the bed of the truck and asked, "What's wrong
Dylan? You're real pale, are you OK?" I was shaking still and my ass hurt
where Joel had squeezed it too hard so I winced when I sat down. Robbie
got up next to me and put his arm around my shoulders, "What is it Dylan?"
I mumbled my stomach got upset all of a sudden. Robbie held me against him
gently and pulled my head down on his shoulder and his kindness almost made
me cry again. That's twice that a Joel related incident had me crying or
almost crying... I hate that motherfucker with a passion. By the time we
got to the first job site I was sort of under control... shaky, but
functioning. I was feeling sorry for myself though and I was definitely
telling Chubby about this... maybe we'll need to advance our plan for
revenge... if only to head off whatever the fuck that madman is talking
about that involves me.
By lunch time I was feeling almost like myself, but in the back of my mind
I was still scared to death of Joel, and I there's no sense for me to
pretend otherwise. He was dangerous and for the life of me I couldn't
figure out why I'm the only one in this company to recognize that fact.
The nice thing about this incident was discovering how protective and
comforting Robbie can be towards me... sweet! Even Toby noticed I wasn't
myself this morning and he tried to help perk up my spirits by spending
additional time with me and doing his own form of overbearing touching
which, of course, just made everything worse... but he meant well, so that
counts for something. All day I concentrated on the fun I'm going to be
having at the Dickers' pool and barbecue party with Chubby, Robbie and
Dodger, and the great grilled food... and then there's also the wrestling
in the pool with delicious teen boys. Those thoughts helped my mental
outlook a lot.
No further interaction with Joel, but he'd done enough already to fuck-up
my day... I was happy when work was over. Riding back to the office I
thanked Robbie for his support and he brushed it off saying I'd do the same
for him. It was one of those moments when, all of a sudden, you realize
you really are friends with someone, not just acquaintances ... Robbie and
I are real friends. It becomes official at some point, somehow... nice
feeling. Of course, my dream is to take it a step further with Robbie, if
you know what I mean. I'm not at all sure if "it" will ever happen between
us, but I'd put my chances at fifty/fifty. I hope it's the "fifty" I want
it to be because the thought of cuddling with Robbie and escalating our
relationship from there was so appealing to me.
Laying in bed the other night I was thinking that my entry into the world
of teen gay sex is analogous to the space shuttle going into orbit... first
it's a very slow thing, barely getting off the ground, you're thinking it
might not even make it..and then it picks up a little speed, and then more
speed and the longer it's in the air the faster it goes until as the
atmosphere gets thinner and thinner it's got the necessary speed built up
to keep going faster until it's flying twenty-five thousand miles an hour,
or something like that... and still picking up speed every second after
that... it's got orbit speed, maybe it will eventuall keep going to the
Moon, or maybe to Mars.
That's like me... Carl showed me I was gay, that's the tenuous lift off..
painfully slow start, and then my gay sex life got a little bit hotter and
I began appreciating Carl, and then hotter when I met Larry, and then it
was Carl and Larry doing me together, and then along came Willie and we had
a Dylan, Carl, Larry and Willie explosion of speed. I was really going
fast now and then Willie made me his boyfriend and I'm going twenty-five
thousand miles an hour. Moving even faster now because Chubby and me are
now stroking off together, and Dodger and me jerked each other off, and the
massages with Robbie and what might come from that, and I'm in orbit for
sure... I'm at a pace that has me horny and chomping at the bit for every
cute boy I see! Slightly wild at the moment, but I'm new here... almost
new, and I'm excited to discover what comes next. I thought about that
while daydream during most of the drive to the Dickers' house... it was
better than concentrating on the evil Joel Mc Carty.
Arrived at the Dickers and the first person I see is Dodger, he's smirking
at me standing by the steps... Chubby's over near the driveway giving me
the finger and smiling at the same time. I soon find out he's giving me
the finger because Dodger told him some bull shit lie about something he
said I said... a made-up something that I told him about Chubby. Dodger
likes to start trouble. I said, "You little dweeb, I never said that and
you know it"... Dodger goes, "Oh, ya didn't? Well my fucking mistake then,
dude. I thought I heard that somewhere" and he's smirking and making a
fake confused look on his face... ya gotta laugh, he's so outrageous.
Chubby has his mouth open humorously, like... you mean he made everything
up? I said to Chubby, "Dude, don't believe anything that comes out of that
little trouble makers mouth". But it was all in good "ball breaking"
fun... no one took this shit seriously. Chubby rubbed my flattop and said,
"So, let me guess... last haircut you had me even the hairs on top so you
could look like one of your grandfather's classmates, right?" I go, "Well,
yeah... why'd you think I had you do it? I wanted to look like that
overweight redhead standing next to gramps in the cafeteria line with that
cool flattop... do you remember him?" He chuckled and said I was such a
dick... but he said it in a fun way. I realized, Chubby don't care how I
wear my hair.
As soon as Chubby and Robbie had walking around the side of the house
Dodger got my face between his hands and kissed me on the mouth with a lot
of tongue. To keep up appearances, I pretended to be taken by surprise and
to pull my head away, but for some reason I was weak as a kitten and
couldn't pull away from Dodger's grasp, he was able to complete the entire
kiss. He laughed like mad saying, "I told you it was my turn to get you
back, and anyway... you asked me to give you the fast-as-a-flash kiss on
your lips. It's your fucking idea." I said, "That wasn't fast as a flash
and you forgot to check this out and I got a nice handful of his crotch,
feeling that short penis of his... it was boner-hard again of
course... ain't it always! He squeals and blushes knowing I felt his boner
again. To change the subject away from that he says, "What the fuck kind
of hairdo ya got there, Dylan?" I snorted and huffed... then made the
nebulous comment, "You wish!" as we joined up with the other two boys in
the backyard.
Mr and Mrs Dickers were inside getting the food preparation started and us
boys were drinking lemonade... Chubby tells a joke he'd heard from one of
the older window washers. ... A guy's wife walks up behind him and whacks
him on the head with a magazine. He asks what that was for and she says
she found a piece of paper in his pocket with the name Laura Lou written on
it. He says, "Oh, that's a horse I bet on at the track last Saturday" and
the wife apologizes for hitting him. A couple days later she hits him over
the head with a cast iron skillet and knocks him out. He comes to and
asked why she knocked him out. She says, "Because your horse just called
on her cell phone".
Dodger says, with his classic dead-pan expression, "That's
stupid... fucking horses can't talk, never mind being able to dial a cell
phone with those fucking hooves on their feet. This guy's wife is a lying
cunt." We're all laughing harder at Dodger than at the joke. I thought to
myself... forget that sicko, Joel.... enjoy your friends, And I also
decided not to ruin the cookout for Chubby by telling him about my run in
with the maniac this morning. Save it for tomorrow night or something.
Dodger was back to smirking at me... trying to antagonize me, but what I
did was get him in a headlock again and knuckled his buzzed hair. He goes,
"Dylan, you're always doing that... what ya should be doing is paddling my
bare ass. You said something about me needing a spanking, didn't ya?
... and I have been wicked naughty lately". Then, to prove it, he goosed
me... I was wearing those flimsy Rayon basketball shorts and one of his
fingers actually poked a quarter inch up into my hole. My eyes opened
wide, I said, "You little pervert, wait until I get you in the pool." He
said, "Oh boy! Let's jump in now .... be very stern with me".
After the general goofing around we all went over to the open lot next to
the Dicker's house. Chubby and me used borrowed baseball gloves from Robbie
and we all played "three outs and you're up"... just waiting for
dinner. One batter hit fly balls to the three guys in the "outfield" and
the first one who catches three of them is up at bat and the batter takes
that guy's place in the field. It was still sunny and warm around
six-thirty at night. Robbie was unbelievable ... he's a high school
baseball star alright! Catching flies over his shoulder, making basket
catches and generally showing off. Then at bat he's hitting the ball over
everyone's head with ease... he's awesome playing baseball. I finally had
three catches and was going up to bat when Mr Dickers calls over that the
propane tank for the grill just ran out.
That broke up the game... Robbie had to take the tank to get it filled. Mr
Dickers said, "Late dinner tonight boys, sorry". We're all like.. "No
problem.." Chubby wanted to go with Robbie and talk baseball. Dodger
says, "Come on, Dylan... take a swim with me' ... and off we go to change
into our swim suits. In the little bath off the garage Dodger drops his
shorts, pulls down his jockey shorts and goes, "Take a look". I'm like,
""Oh God!, what's wrong with your cock and balls now?" But that wasn't it
this time... to my surprise he had shaved his sparse pubic bush. He goes,
"Ta da! Just like your's".
Staring with my mouth open at his beautiful penis and nuts, which were
perfect before, now they looked so totally perfect they looked artificial,
they were too sexy to be real... they actually did look like a drawing.
Totally captivated by this...I'm like, "Ah..oh... just like...ah when?"
Dodger says, "Don't get yourself all worked up, Dylan, you'll get
over-heated, dude". To save face I say, "No, it's not like that... I've
just never seen a penis that tiny on a sixteen year old before, that's
all." and he laughs saying that he won't be sixteen until next
week... "Maybe it will grow before then". I said, "I doubt it" and we were
outside in our swim suits... me in my boardie and him in his usual speedo.
Dodger dives into the pool causing hardly a ripple, swims the length of the
pool underwater without any apparent body movement except a subtle
undulating motion along the length of his sleek five foot six inch body. It
looked impossible, but there it was right in front of me. He flipped
around under water, kicked off the wall and did the same thing back the
length of the pool. What a swimmer... and really, what a couple of
unbelievable athletes Robbie and Dodger are. Genes, it's all about the
genes... ya got the right ones, or ya don't. Chubby and me are average, so
I'm jealous of Dodger and Robbie's good fortune in that regard. With Dodger
looking for me to join him, I dive in the pool creating a large wave of
disturbance on the surface. Dodger goes, "Oh my God... great dive,
Dylan... great if ya happen to be a fifty year old overweight drunk lady."
I'm like, "Fuck you dude!"
While he's laughing, I get a hold of him and we're wrestling and trying to
dunk each other. Dodger has a geat tight body and he's very strong for his
size... he's all I can handle. Wrestling in a pool with teen boys is right
up there with the most fun thing I can think of to do. We were scrunching
each other's ass and nuts pretty good too... I saw stars a couple of times.
Once I got his nut sac and really squeezed, Chubby remained very still
instead of trying to get away and I squeezed them even harder. He
shuddered and cried out a little but said, "Bet you can't squeeze them hard
enough to make me say stop". It turned me on that he dug the pain, so I
bore down and really squeezed just his big nut hard... Dodger immediately
shouted "Stop". He was breathing fast and his face was pale, but I felt
his boner laying on top of my hand as I continued my grip of his nut sac.
That is so weird... that pain thing and sex, I mean... pain from his
squeezed nuts caused him to spring a boner. Dodger quietly said, "Yeah,
guess you aren't afraid to squeeze them balls after all, are ya?" and he
swam away from me, knowing I'd let go of his nuts. I think he was
embarrassed about springing another boner.
Watching him float away I felt bad... I didn't want to hurt him. I doggy
paddled over and Said, "Hey, Dodger... I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me
to do that." He goes, "Bullies like you should be all put in a room
together to pick on each other and then you'd leave regular little kids
like me alone" he was trying not to smirk but a big goofy smile and laugh
broke out and he added, "you're too easy Dylan. But come here." I was
holding on to the edge of the pool right next to him and he whispers,
"Remember, I told you I was gay? Well guess what... I think I really do
have a crush on you" . Then he lapped the pool twice in the time it would
take me to climb out of the pool. He's fast! Watching him, I'm thinking
about the janitor's closet that time... I mean about him telling me he's
gay. I wonder If I really am the only person he's told... I also wonder
if he's serious about being gay, or just feeling me out. Two minutes later
he comes up from under water behind me and does a sneak attack. Dodger and
me really started going at it wrestling and thrashing around in the water
trying to get the other guy on his back for a super dunk. Any kind of
wrestling is exhausting and even more so in water.
We're both slippery of course and Dodger's also smaller and quicker so it's
hard to get hold of him. I'm gasping for breath when he slips around me
and climbs on my back with his arms around my throat. His legs quickly
wrap around the front of my thighs and he locks them behind my thighs.
He's not heavy, but it wasn't a good position for me to be in... difficult
keeping afloat I'm turning around in the pool trying to get him off, but I
can see that's not going to work. By now I'm exhausted and need a rest
badly so I slowly begin paddling toward the swallow end of the pool wearing
Dodger like a backpack. He's catching his breath and enjoying the ride,
"This is where a kid would want to be if he has a crush on you. Don't ya
think so, Dylan? You feel good and smell good" then I feel his tongue on
the back of my neck licking from my neck up into my bristly hair at the
back of my head. He stops and says, "and you taste good too. Ain't this
fun!"
I'm still breathing hard so I wasn't talking any trash, trying to save my
strength.. Dodger abruptly let go of my throat with one arm, reached
behind and under him to pull my swim suit down under my right ass cheek and
then switched arms and did the other side. It happened so quick it took me
totally by surprise... I immediately felt the warm pool water on my bare
ass and around my bare hole... it felt nice actually. I wheezed out,
"Don't fuck around Dodger, your brother and Chubby will be back any
minute". Dodger wasn't talking now... just breathing through his nose in
little snorts. He hung down lower on my back, holding onto me with his legs
and his left arm. I felt him poking around my hole with one of his
fingers. "Dodger, come on! Don't mess around, we'll get caught!" He
rubbed up and down my crack with his finger giving me goose bumps on my
arms and a quick shiver all over. "That's enough, get off me... I'm
getting pissed at you, Dodger!"
More noisy breathing... more like panting now actually, his finger found my
hole and it goes right in, without hesitating, about and inch and I'm like,
"Ahhh, god damn you! I'm told you I'm not messing around anymore" and I
tried thrashing in the pool like a wildman, but he was stuck on my back
tight. His finger went up my hole another inch, moved around in there, and
then was pushed all the way up to his knuckle... I spread my legs a little
in an involuntary movement... it allowed him an easier penetration and then
he finger fucked my hole four times. My face was red with embarrassment at
being so vulnerable to this little kid. "We aren't going to be friends if
you don't stop that!" I was pissed and humiliated... and what if the guys,
or god forbid, the parents saw this? Dodger slowly continued the finger
fucking and I could now feel his four inch spike poking my back. After a
dozen penetrations my hole was loose enough to easily accommodate his
finger... he took a deep breath, let it out and pulled his finger out at
the same time... thank god.
Breathing a sigh of relief myself I said, "OK Good... pull my bathing suit
up now". Dodger was squirming on my back and I did the turn around in the
pool again, this time shrugging my shoulders and bobbing side to side, but
I couldn't come close to dislodging him. Finding it hard to believe, I now
felt his bare crotch against my bare buttocks and... yes, that's his
boner. His squirming was caused by him getting the speedo bathing suit
below his nuts so his boner was free to maneuver... "Don't you fucking
dare, Dodger. Why don't you say something god damnit. Talk to me! I'm
serious, I'll tell on you . Don't mess around with my asshole!" Silence
from Dodger, only more heavy breathing... then, with a slight movement of
his supple body and a flick of his hips his boner's head slipped past my
sphincter muscle and he was inside my body. He uttered his first sound
since he'd climbed on my back... "Ahhh" and then he humped his cock in me
another couple of inches and them making a long breathing noise he pushed
the remaining part of his penis inside me... now all four to four and a
half inches was accounted for. I gasped at the sensation... "ahhhh, oh my
God... don't Dodger.. Ohh oh... You don't want to do this Dodger... please,
it's wrong."
He squeezed up against my buttocks, pulling with his legs from in front of
mine and maybe as much as another half inch of teen penis went in me... I
heard Dodger whimper real quietly... a sound of pleasure. He goes,
"Ohhhh... so tight...ohhh..." as he pulled his boner out some and
immediately drove it back in. This felt fantastic... what a great size
penis for casual fucking... I'm telling you I had to concentrate not to say
his name in ecstasy. Plus, I could picture in my mind that perfect pink
four inch penis inside me... I'd felt it boned up before, but I never saw
it boned up, and thinking about what it must look like had my own penis
growing very, very hard. I sputtered, "Please Dodger, you had your
fun... we'll get caught. Think how you'll feel" He humped in and out of me
four more times and muttered something, "I can't stop... it feels too good"
and he began steadily fucking me... I leaned forward a little without
thinking and his fucking felt even better that way. We were both too far
gone into the pleasure zone to stop or even want to stop.
Dodger was grunting and making slightly hysterical sounding noises as he
pounding his little boner with the nice dark pink head in and out of my
hole. I was going, "Ah..Ah.. Ah.." with each hump... oh it felt so
awesome. After awhile I got like Dodger, I didn't care if we got caught
either... it felt too good. I even took the few steps to the side of the
pool as Dodger was fucking me, to hold on, enabling me to bend over even
more and make it easier for Dodger to pound his meat in and out of my
hole. The pool water slushed around us and Dodger made squeaking sounds
with each hump. "I'm going to cum" he muttered to himself. A few seconds
later I shot out a hot, sharp stream of cum into the front of my bathing
suit which was still miraculously above my crotch... that was followed by
my major "big cum load" for this particular climax and it too went into my
boardie suit. My penis burned at the pee slit from the force of my
ejaculation and my toes were curling on the pool's cement bottom... then my
body shudder and then the shivers. My teeth chattered together.
Oh, it was such a good climax and my body was relaxed, enjoying Dodger's
continual humping when... there it was, Dodger's whole body tightened on my
back, he gasped out, "Oh fuck!"..: and I actually felt the first shot of
Dodger's teen load of creamy white sperm shoot up inside my hole. He
fucked me in a frenzy after that making lots of grunting sounds. I didn't
feel his follow-up spurts of cum but they must have been impressive because
it was real squishy up my tunnel and it felt plenty wide enough for
Dodger's excellent boner now. After that frenzied monkey-fucking following
his climax he slowed down until finally stopping completely. Collapsing
loosely on my back... his little cock still in me, I could easily have
shrugged him off me now, but I didn't want to..
Less then a minute later, without a word, he slipped down off my back on
his own... his softening penis pulling out and feeling nice. Dodger made
two slight moves with his torso and he glided across to the other side of
the pool like magic. I continued holding on to the side of the pool
breathing hard.... still with that incredibly sexy feeling in my ass. Then
I rustled the front of my swim suit around in the water rinsing some of my
cum out...out of the corner of my eye I saw Dodger's cum float to the
surface almost right next to me... obviously drooling out of my ass and
floating up. When I'd gotten as much of my cum out of my suit as I could,
I spread my cheeks to help get more of Dodger's cum to drool out of my
hole... there seemed to be a lot of it. The whole fucking, from beginning
to end, took less then ten minutes... and that's from the time he first
climbed on my back. My hole felt fine, fine, fine...but overall I felt in
a bit of a daze... Dodger's cock had felt wonderful, as I've said... much
different then Willie's of course, but great just the same. So, a short
penis and a long one... both felt very good inside me.
Finally breathing normally I turned around facing the pool... Dodger was
facing me from the other side, twenty feet away. His face was flushed and
he had a smug look that may have had a bit of defiance in it too. Like he
wasn't sorry for what he's done at all. I wasn't either, but I didn't tell
him that. We stared at each other silently and then Dodger mouthed "You
loved it" and just then we heard Robbie calling to Chubby... then quickly
Dodger stage whispered to me, "Dylan, pull your suit up in back"... I got
that done just three seconds before Robbie and Chubby cannon-balled me, one
on either side. Two waves covered my head as I went under water, kicked
off from the wall and swam underwater to Dodger's side of the pool. Robbie
and Chubby floundered around together in the aftermath of the tidal wave
wondering where I'd gotten to.
Dodger and I were holding on to the edge of the pool watching the turmoil
and smiling. Dodger leaned in to me and said, "Please don't be mad at me,
Dylan... I didn't plan that. It started out as a joke to spank your bare
ass and then my dick took over my brain." I just gave him a face that
could mean anything and said, "Ya suppose those two noticed our cum
floating around in the water over there yet?" Dodger said, "Those lucky
bastards" and he slipped off the wall to swim a lap of the pool with me
watching his every stroke. What a beautiful boy he is. My cock started
firming up again watching him and thinking about him fucking me just now.
I know Dodger is trouble, but still, I never expected that he'd fuck me
like that. I wonder if he was telling me the truth about not planning
it... and, does that qualify as rape, ya think?.
Robbie and Chubby were all over me then and I ended up standing on my hands
at the bottom of the pool... water running up my nose. They let go of my
feet and I came up sputtering and cursing, but they had Dodger now... hee
hee hee... "Get em" I yelled. One of those two, Robbie or Chubby had
goosed my cock a good one when I was on my hands... now, which one was it?
Dodger was almost upside down, but did a few unbelievable agile moves and
he was free leaving the two torturers empty handed. Dodger is so fucking
quick... you wouldn't believe it if ya didn't see it with your own eyes.
As Robbie and Chubby were trying to figure out how Dodger got away, we were
called to dinner.
Tonight it was cheeseburgers, fat french fries, and for the vegetable food
group tonight, corn on the cob again. Ice tea and a salad too. Mr Dickers
grills a mean cheeseburger and it was really tasty, but... come on, last
night Willie's chef did something with a cheeseburger that automatically
puts all other cheeseburgers at least in second place... the chef's was
delicious, Mr Dickers' was a real good cheeseburger... big difference. I
didn't mention this though. I love cheeseburgers... the worse one I ever
had was pretty damn good. It was a real good cookout meal. Mr and Mrs
Dickers ate with us and they are so nice. So nice in fact, I almost
mentioned my troubles with Joel Mc Carty, but something made me stop. He's
been with them three years and I've been there five weeks... I better leave
it alone for now.
Dodger kept giving me moon eyes like he was deep in puppy-love with me. I
was his first screw. I was Willie's... and now Dodgers. Maybe I should go
in business... Cherry Boy Inc. Of course that's misleading advertising...
I'm not a cherry... the clients would be. Hmmm, there definitely needs to
be a age limit enforced... "Dylan. Earth calling Dylan Newman" I look up
and Chubby's saying, "The boy just spaces out... I don't know where his
mind goes... he's just out there. It's not easy taking care of him." I'm
like, "Hey, I got water in my ear from when you and Robbie tried to drown
me. That's why I didn't hear ya." Mr Dicker's was asking if I wanted
another cheeseburger while I was daydreaming. I said, "Ah, yeah. Thanks,
I'll have another, these are great."
During the school year Mrs Dickers is a substitute teacher and she was
reading us some examples of her high school students analogies and
metaphors from English class homework assignments. One kid wrote... "Her
face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had it's two sides compressed
by a Thigh Master" another one... "Her vocabulary was as bad as, like,
whatever" or... "He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree" one guy
wrote... "She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog
makes just before throwing up" then one from a bowler.... "The little boat
gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't"
then this gem... "Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a
sneeze". There were others and I decided to get a copy and memorize some
for my next date with Willie... I'll one up him on memorized dinner
conversation.
We were all laughing at them, but once again Dodger stole the show by
saying, "What's wrong with that?" after each one. He'd change his emphasis
for each one like, "No, come on... you can't say that's not good... a nose
hair after a sneeze?" Anyway, we had a lot of laughs and these Wednesday
barbecues are really turning out to be excellent. Something to look
forward to every week. The Dickers knew about my vacation coming up and
they mentioned they'd gotten a part time kid lined up to fill in for me.
This made Chubby say, "Oh, I forgot to tell ya Dylan. My Mom called my
cell and we aren't going to Wildwood till early Sunday morning. The Moms
can't get off from work on Saturday night." At first I was disappointed,
but then I remembered Saturdays in Wilwood were a madhouse because all the
old tenets are leaving and the new ones are moving in and there's twice as
many people and cars as normal. Moving into our place on Sunday morning
will be relaxed and easy compared to Saturday morning.
Chubby said he was going to have to stay Saturday anyway because Ricky
forbid him to miss two Saturday workdays and Saturday window washer boys
meetings. Chubby was going to need to take the bus to Wildwood on
Sunday... now we're all going Sunday. The Dickers were happy I could work
that Saturday and now I could go on my Saturday date-night date with
Willie. I surprised myself how excited I felt about that. I know I'm
getting attached to him, but still... my level of excitement inside my head
and body was really a surprise. This is good news for Chubby and for me.
I looked up and Dodger was nodding his head slightly like he wanted to talk
to me alone.
to be continued.....
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com