Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 13:31:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 8
****************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 8 *********************
Chapter One
Another great Wednesday night barbecue at the Dickers. Delicious grilled
food and a lot of laughs. After eating, Dodger casually nodded his head
like he and I needed to go somewhere. I can't imagine where... God only
knows what he's up to now. He already fucked me in the swimming pool... and
ya know what, it gives me a boner just saying that. It's probably
unnecessary to mention this, but getting fucked in the swimming pool by
Dodger was totally unexpected... but, oh so hot. Dodger tells me it was
unexpected from his point of view too as he hadn't planned to do it , or
even thought about doing it. I tend to think he's telling the truth about
that. Circumstances just developed, one thing led to another... from
goofing around, to wrestling, to climbing on my back, to pulling my pants
down and pretending to spank me, to slipping his finger, and then his
boner, up my hole... and by then it was too late for him to stop himself.
It would have been ugly for me to stop him... smashing him up against the
cement sides of the pool to dislodge him from my back... something like
that would have been necessary. Dodger nodded his head at me again and, as
usual, curiosity gets the best of me. I make a face at him and then
mumbling to Chubby something about needing to pee. Around the corner of the
house Dodger looks over his shoulder at me and says, "Let's slip into the
garage for a second... a little privacy".
I take an exasperated deep breath and go, "What's this all about, Dodger?
If you try anything like you did in the pool I'm going to get rough with
you and I don't want to have to do that". Dodger's like, "Ohhhh, don't get
me all excited with that talk of rough treatment. Here, hurry up" as we
slipped through the side door to the double bay garage. "Ok, what is it?"
I asked. "Just to talk, Dylan... why are you being mean to me?" It's just
like Dodger to put me in a position of defending myself when I haven't done
anything wrong. Controlling my frustration, I calmly told him I wasn't
being mean... I reminded him, in a nice way, that he has taken advantage
of me any number of times and I simply feel the need to be a bit on the
alert with him. Dodger says, "Hey, I told you I'm gay at the Mall last
Sunday... that means I trust you, so you should trust me too. By the way,
are you gay?" I pointed out to him that he'd just changed the subject and
that his question is rude... and also, none of his business. Dodger looked
innocent and says, "OH... I'll assume that the answer to my rude question
is .. yes. Is that OK?".
He's so fucking cute with that smirk of his... and his bright shiny eyes
tell the story of the intelligence behind them. Dodger is very smart, very
precocious. Changing the subject again, he says, "You know what we did in
the pool, right Dylan?" and I'm like, "What 'we' did? You mean what YOU
did, don't ya?" He smiled and said, "No, no, no... we did it together.
Can we do it again... now, real fast... in here?" I was flabbergasted,
"Are you out of your fucking mind? We can't just leave the dinner table
and come in here to.... to do that." He's like, "Why not?" and I'm moving
my mouth, but nothing is coming out so Chubby adds, "Robbie and Chubby went
to Reynolds farm to get one of those whole watermelons the guy keeps on
ice. They won't be back for ten more minutes at least. Just pull down your
boardies... I'll do the rest." I had to laugh, but I said, "No... we're
not doing it."
Dodger nagged me ..."Why not? Come on.... you liked it!" ... it was like a
teen whine from one slightly spoiled boy who's use to getting his way.
I'll bet, that in his future... with his looks, brains, and irresistible
personality Dodger will be getting his way most of his life, but not this
time. I told him he's too young for me and, furthermore, it would be
perceived that I took advantage of him... if it ever came up, "And that,
Dodger, would be a huge travesty of justice. Me taking advantage of
you... what a joke that is!" Dodger laughed and hugged me around the waist
rubbing his crotch against mine, "Pleeeeeze, Dylan. Can I fuck you just one
more time..... ?" and then after a beat, he added, "one more time today, I
mean". Oh my God, he's too much. I held my ground and, after a bit, he
suggested I fuck him, but I totally rejected that too. How I had the
willpower to keep saying "no" is a mystery, let me tell ya. OK, maybe it's
because I felt I'd get my chance again sometime in the not too distant
future... ya know, sometime when I felt it might be more appropriate...
like maybe sometime when his parents weren't clearing the dinner table
fifteen feet from us.
After nagging some more Dodger says, "Well, can we have a kiss at
least... we're both gay." That reminded me of my first time with Carl when
he'd used the exact same tactic Dodger just used... if I didn't go to the
trouble of contradicting him about his assumption that I'm gay, it would be
verification that I am... just as if I'd made a declarative statement to
that fact. I took another deep breath and gave up with that... Dodger has
too much energy for me. OK, he was determined that we be gay together and
a kiss was a very good compromise from my perspective... to us fucking,
that is. I said, "A kiss between us two gay friends will be nice." Dodger
said, "Two gay friends who have sex together" and I corrected that to "two
gay friends who on rare occasions do casual sex together". Dodger rolled
his eyes up, bit his lip, and thought about that for a couple seconds
before saying, "Well, that's something at least. Ok, I'll take that for
now, I guess. But I'm giving in on almost everything... you didn't concede
much." I go, "I'm older". He goes, "No shit" and he gave that shy smile.
My willpower still holding strong... it really was a miracle, but I held
out... for now."
He leaned against me and hugged around my waist. I hugged him around his
neck tightly, like Willie does to me at times and then I tried imitating
Willie's make-out routine. Dodger was squirming and moaning and doing a
great job of returning my kisses and licks until he pulled away all red
faced, saying, "Wait, Dylan... oh fuck, I can't breath. Oh my God you're
the best make-out in the world". I thought, "you won't think that if you
ever get the chance to make-out with Willie"... that's what I thought, but
I didn't say it. Dodger was catching his breath while adjusting that four
inch spike in his speedo at the same time. "WOW" he said, "That make-out
is so awesome" ... he had his hand down the front of his swim suit playing
with his boner. "Let's go some more, Dylan" his hand coming out of his
speedo and both arms went around my waist again... his boner-spike pointed
up and pushed against my boner which was stretched sideways in my boardie
swimsuit.
This was quite a bit more than a kiss between two gay friends, of
course... but what can I say, I'm only human. Dodger is so delicious I
couldn't resist going another make-out round with him. As my mouth closed
on his sweet tasting lips I thought of how intense Willie gets when making
out and I tried to do it just like him. I just let myself be totally
free... no inhibitions about kissing, licking, and sucking on Dodger's
mouth, face and neck. In three minutes my cock was not only wicked hard,
but wet too. I could feel Dodger's arm against my belly... moving up and
down, as he stroked his cock grunting into my mouth. His face warm and
perspiring against mine... that fantastic teen boy smell floating all
around us. I could feel my nuts tightening up and then Dodger goes,
"Ahhh.. wait..oh" he pulled away from me, his right hand down the front of
his speedo... left hand pulling his speedo below his beautiful pink nut
sac. Dodger's eyes tightly closed now as he arches his back, increased his
strokes on that perfect looking four inch boner, his hand a blur... thirty
seconds later he squealed out, and shot a nice little arc of creamy teen
cum... then the droolings rolled over his fingers as he did slow, tight
strokes... milking his balls dry. Pretty good load considering he filled
my hole up with his sperm an hour or so ago.
Spit was all over Dodger's jaw and under his chin, some of it was mine and
some was his from the spraying mist of saliva he spewed out as he climaxed.
Heavy breathing and no talking... and finally calming down for two minutes,
he goes, "OK... OK! That wasn't bad, Dylan. Oh my God. I'll be jerking
off for months just thinking about this make-out. Awesome! OK, now I
don't hate you for not letting me fuck you again... well, I don't hate you
as much anyway" and then he did his laugh... it's hard not to laugh with
him. It was astonishing how beautiful his boner was. Perfect example of a
teen penis... no ugly veins or bends or anything. Like I've said
before... his penis looks like a hot drawing of the pefect boy's organ.
And, did I ever want to suck on that, but I forced my eyes to look away,
doing a big swallow and gulp at the same time.
Thank God I'd put cigarettes in my boardies' back pocket before dinner. My
thinking was that perhaps I'd get a chance to smoke one before we jumped in
the pool again. Did I ever need one now, blue balls and all... so I lit
up. My own boner was wet of course and I really needed to cum, but not with
Dodger around... not after I'd held out this long. Our make-out wouldn't
have had to go on much longer before I'd have creamed in my boardies...
he's so hot. Dodger goes, "Give me a drag, OK?" We shared the smoke. He
and Robbie smoke once in a while apparently, not steadily like Chubby and
me, just occasionally. While we were smoking, Dodger got serious and said,
"all kidding aside, Dylan... now I really, really, totally, have a huge
crush on you". I told him I was flattered as hell that he felt that way,
and I meant it too. For a brief moment I thought of telling him about my
boyfriend, Willie, but no.... best to wait to see how this all develops
over the rest of the summer.
We finished the Marlboro Light and I'm like, "Want to jump in the pool?"
Dodger is staring at me with those big brown eyes, he ignores my question
and ask one of his own, "do you think we could ever be in love? You know,
gay love. You and me." It was sincerely asked, which is unlike Dodger...
I didn't know how to respond exactly so I went into this long, detailed
description of stereotypical young teens and their first love... "You know,
Dodger... like I mentioned before, they call it puppy love. Of course, to
young teens it wicked serious stuff. It usually occurs with teens
thirteen, fourteen, or fifteen... sometimes sixteen, but that's the outside
age for it. I'm too old for puppy love, but you're not." blab, blab,
blab...I go on and on making up shit as I go along. To my surprise Dodger
was actually paying attention. I told him I had a couple of bad cases of
puppy love myself when I was younger... although, actually I never did. I
probably never did because I was gay back then too, but didn't realize it.
If I'd realized it, I probably would have had a crush on Chubby much sooner
or if I was straight I'd probably have had a crush on a girl... God forbid!
Anyway, I finished my lecture with, "So, to answer your question directly,
Dodger... I don't know if we ever will be in love, but my guess is,
probably not. It's an age thing... you have a crush on me now, but you'll
be around lots of boys in high school your own age so it's likely you'll be
switching your affections from me to one of them in the near future. That
can be pretty much predicted." Dodger frowned and pursed his lips
thinking, then said, "I've learned something here" That made me feel proud
until he added, "never ask you a serious question. That's what I
learned... unless of course I have a case of insomnia!" Smirking, he was
back to being his usual outrageously unpredictable self. I did a double
take and then said, "Kiss my ass" which he then tried to do, but I ran out
of the garage, across the backyard, and did a cannonball into the deep end
of the pool. Nice big splashy entrance... here comes Dodger! A fantastic
cannonball entrance creating a bigger splash then mine... and he's smaller.
We swam around with Dodger pretending he wanted to make-out in the pool.
He is so nuts I got to laughing hard... he's fun. Then Robbie called us
for dessert... the aforementioned ice-cold watermelon. Naturally, four
teenage boys can turn anything into a competition and before long we had a
"war" free-for-all, a food fight... spitting watermelon seeds at each other
and cursing and chucking the rinds around... messy. This continued until
we were weak from laughing... by then we'd eaten most of the melon too.
It's fun acting like a little kid, but watermelon is filling and we got
sluggish after awhile. We peed most of it out within the hour and were
back in the pool hard at the water fights until the mosquitoes chased us
inside. Chubby and I changed to our clothes and after we thanked Mr and
Mrs Dickers a number of times, Robbie drove us home. Dodger insisted on
sitting on my lap even though Chubby was squeezed in the little second row
seat behind the driver and there was room for Dodger on the front seat. I
had a nice boner by the time we got to our place.... so did Dodger.
Chubby and I sat on our front steps and smoked two shared cigarettes while
talking about how great the Dickers brothers are... and their parents too.
We liked Wednesday's barbecues a lot. Going up our front steps Chubby
squeezed the back of my neck and said, "Let's do our world famous hug,
Dylan" and when we were wrapped in each others arms he said, "Love ya
bro... I really do" and he kissed the side of my head. I almost cried
because it was unheard of for Chubby to initiate this kind of affectionate
behavior. Mostly I'm just hoping for a positive, or at least a neutral
reaction, whenever I initiate affection for him. It was so sweet I was
speechless for a second and then I mumbled, "You don't even know how much
that means to me Chubby. You're the best friend anybody ever had." I think
Chubby was a little emotional himself at that moment because he didn't seem
to be able to say anything. I heard him swallow hard, nod his head and
squeeze my hand... but that was it. Then he did a tight smile and waved
as he went up to his place. Watching him go up the stairs I had two
thoughts... I love him so much... and... what a great ass!
Thursday was the first day in quite some time that I felt I could walk up
to my locker without trepidation... it was locked overnight so I wasn't
worried something was in there. That was a nice feeling. Massages with
Robbie, exchanging smart-ass remarks with the college kids, and staying out
of Joel's way... that got me through the day nicely. Chubby said something
about doing our old four mile run after work tonight so I didn't start our
dinner even though I was home first. I changed into running shorts and
sleeveless T shirt and was drinking a bottle of Root Beer when I spotted
Chubby walking up the steps. I went out to meet him... he looks so pretty
to me. I know, I know... boys shouldn't be pretty, but sometimes he is and
I don't mean in a girly way at all. He just has very nice facial
features. Especially nice eyes and nice hair. The very thought of him
fucking me gives me the hardest boner you can imagine... same for thoughts
of sucking his little penis and his size nuts. I'd like to lick all around
the pube area where I shave him too. What else would I like to do.....?
"Dylan, you're ready to run, good. I'll get changed real quick... be right
down." He said that when he was up the steps next to me... I just nodded,
he squeezed my hand and up the flight of steps to his place he goes. Still
got that nice ass... some day I'd like to be able to say that to him and
have him smile back at me... you know, him and me being gay lovers.... just
fooling around. Wouldn't that be something! I played with my dick through
my running shorts... felt good to gently goose my penis and get it
semi-hard... I got it positioned going from left to right in my drawers.
"Jesus H Christ... are you playing with yourself again, Dylan?" I go,
"Huh?" as I turn around to see Chubby pulling a T shirt over his head
chuckling to himself. He added, "Caught ya again... let's see, that's the
345th time this year." I go, "Whatever are you talking about now... you
mumble so. Diction, Chubby... improve your diction." He goes, "You got
dick on the brain, dude" and off we jogged.
I either run next to him or behind, never in front of him. I like to feel
or at least see him the whole time. Running next to him our swinging arms
often rub against each other and behind him I can stare to my hearts
content. Chubby was in a good mood today... sometimes after work he's glum
for an hour or so before loosening up. I need to walk on eggshells around
him on real bad days... days he comes in from work with a pissed-off look
on his face or, even worse, sometimes he looks so sad it breaks my heart.
I've given up asking what the problem is because that gets him even
madder... or sadder. Today is an OK day though... he has those too. We
were running a slow two miles because we'd lost our wind from lack of
consistent running. It was so nice running with Chubby again that I didn't
even pay attention to our "time" for each mile.
Without any connection to anything we'd been talking about, Chubby says,
"The percentage of the African continent that's still in a wilderness
condition is twenty-eight percent and the percentage of North America
that's wilderness is thirty-eight percent. Weird, huh?" Oh brother! That
sounds like a bullshit factoid if I ever heard one, but I kept my mouth
shut except to say, "Well, yeah... everybody knows that." Later I found
out he was right too, at least according to Google. Damn good thing I
followed my own advise of never challenging Chubby on these things. After
my comment about... everyone knowing that factoid... he gave me a furrowed
eyebrow smirk and said, "More people walk to work in the state of Alaska
than any of the other forty-nine states." I go, "You don't say..."
After five minutes he says, "Intelligent people have more zinc and copper
in their hair then dumb people." I go, "Hmmm. Does that include the poor
bastards working in zinc and copper mines?" and Chubby goes, "What the
fuck are you mumbling about now?" and he laughs... his laugh makes me
laugh too. It's like when someone yawns... if someone yawns, so do
I. Chubby laughing is the same way. Hey, I just like to have fun, ya know?
We were coming up to the rest area cut-off and Chubby says, "The rest area
is a must, bro. I'm in need of a real toilet... I sense a doody coming
on." So we swerve off and slow down gradually until, by the time we get to
the trees, we're walking... around the trees is the rest area and lavatory
...and, the Marine.
My first thought was... stand up straight.... and I did straighten-up some.
My second thought was... he looks very handsome today with his crisp
haircut, and I'd forgotten about those hairy, muscle bound arms and legs of
his. Chubby, real low, says... "Get a load of this guy. Whoa! Lets not
get in a fight, Tiger... OK?" I'm like, "yeah, for sure, dude". Chubby
goes, "I gotta take a dump... stay out of trouble if ya can" and he headed
at a trot for the lavatory about a hundred yards toward the back of the
rest area. I watched him for a few seconds and then hesitantly turned my
head slowly toward the Marine. He was staring at me with those blue eyes.
My stomach had butterflies and I felt real self conscious for some reason.
In a conversational voice which somehow was very authoritative, Tom said,
"Stand up straight, god damnit. You forget everything already."
I wanted to say... you're not the boss of me, but instead I stood up very
straight and clasped my hands behind my back. He walked over to me and
asked, "That your boyfriend, Dylan?" I quietly replied, "No...that's my
best friend." The Marine pulled the waistband of my running shorts out
with his left hand and said, "Just stand there... be very still" and he put
his right hand in my shorts and took hold of my penis with his thumb and a
couple of fingers to begin stroking the foreskin on and off the head of my
limp cock. I went, "Oh..no Tom, please don't. I, my friend doesn't know
about me... he's in the bathroom." The Marine said, "Shhhhh. I know were
he is. Good that you still shave down here... I can spare you the
spanking." and then, with his grip on the waistband of my shorts, he
pulled my shorts up roughly giving me, basically, a tight wedgie. I go,
"Ah.. no please, don't do that. Hey, that's tight." Tom goes, "Be quiet,
Dylan and stand still or I will give you the spanking... you're whining
like a little girl today".
My penis was getting hard now and using my waistband again, he pulled me up
to his body... then, letting go of the waistband he cupped the back of my
head and held my face against his shoulder. He smelled masculine, but not
yummy like some of the boys I know. He said, "You're the only boy I've
been with that I missed when you weren't around. What do ya think about
that?" His stroking was having the expected effect and I was getting
hard. He did it so confidently... like it was his "right" to do what he
wished with my dick, or something. Neither of us spoke for a
minute... just my puffs of breath. This reminded me so much of that
shit-head, Joel. But no... I'm scared of Joel and I'm not scared of my
Marine... so why am I doing what he wants? I was up against most of his
torso by now, completely relaxed against him. I made my mind a blank
except for enjoying how my penis felt. It was like being in a safe,
comfortable place here with Tom ... but, safe from what? I have no idea.
The thought that Chubby would come out and catch us doing this, amazingly,
was not a concern... I just figured Tom would know how to avoid that
happening. The Marine moved the side of his face and kissed my forehead
quickly...and then held a long kiss at the same spot... precum drooled out
of my pee slit and I went, "Ohhhh". He went, "Mmmmmmm" you smell so good,
Dylan. You're all boy, aren't you? Would you like to be my boy?" and then,
in a whisper now, he said, right in my ear, "You very much need what I have
for you... you just don't know it yet" and another long kiss, this one as I
tightened my buttocks muscles and shot a long stream of cum in my shorts
and then two follow-up squirts. The Marine sounded so sincere this
time... as if he really did like me.
Of course, he had me hypnotized again, or whatever it was he did to me. I
just moaned quietly... I'd climaxed in less than three minutes from the
first touched on my penis. Tom pulled his hand out of my shorts, pinched
some hairs at the crown of my head to pull my head back and said, "Suck
your cum off my fingers" which I immediately began doing as Tom continued
in that mesmerizing voice.."You need me to fuck you. The tip of my cock in
your asshole that time scared you, didn't it? That's OK, but you need my
big, fat, long cock up your ass... all of it, repeatedly. When I fuck you,
when a real man like me fucks you... you'll be back for more. Sure it's
going to be painful... I'm not trying to hide that, but you need it.
E-mail me and arrange it. Once you're fucked by me, then you'll know what
you need and why you need it. You need a man who will be very stern with
you... that's how you'll learn to get the most out of being fucked.... the
most out of sex, by pleasing your man. You'll see." I was done cleaning
his fingers and he took two of them and brushed up the front of my nose
leaving spit behind, in my nostrils.
We both heard the squeak of the inner lavatory door. Chubby was coming
out. "Will you email to set-up a date for your fucking?" He had a strong
hand on my ass cheek now. I breathlessly said, "Yes". He let go of me
entirely, said..."You better" and casually jogged around the trees just as
the outer lavatory door banded open and Chubby came out squinting against
the still bright, but soon to be fading sun shine. I pulled out my T shirt
to hide the cum stain on the front of my shorts and sat down on the bench
in a fog. My cum was cooling fast and felt sticky/icky on my shaved
crotch. I sat up straight taking short fast breaths thinking... do I
really need the dominant hand? I thought I was past that. I thought I was
moving on, but he puts me in a trance or something. My cock felt so
sensitized... so alive. I shivered and shuddered and wondered how he gets
to do to me whatever he feels like.
Then I realized Chubby had been talking as he approached the bench I was
sitting on. He's saying, "...about that lavatory here. It's wicked clean
and I don't think it's hardly ever used. Ya don't need to pee or
something, do ya? No one is in there... nice and private, no one will stare
at you while you're trying to pee and keep ya from that first drop... heh
heh. Hey, what's wrong?" I told him I had a stitch in my side from
running, and Chubby said , "Fuck, dude. I had one the entire first mile,
just about... I ran right through it. Be a fucking man, dude! Come
on.. let's finish our run." And away we went. Chubby knows I have a hard
time peeing if other guys are too close by... like that first time with the
Marine. Or was it the second time, and why did I promise to email him?
What's wrong with me?
We finished the second two mile leg of our run and had slowed down to
barely a jog... Chubby tells me another window washer joke. It reminded me
of Willie's jokes about what men and women say... and what they actually
mean. Chubby says...." studies prove women, in different stages of their
menstrual cycle, find different types of male faces attractive. When a
woman is ovulating, for example, she prefers a rugged looking male face.
But when she's menstruating, on the other hand, she prefers a man doused in
gasoline and set on fire, with scissors in his eyes. You know Dylan, a
different look" I said, "I don't know what any of that that means so I
don't know why I'm laughing... it is funny, isn't it?" Chubby goes, "I
don't know... Mel thought it was" and we're laughing, but we're not sure
why. It made me feel a little better though.
Then, as we'd slowed down to just a walking speed by now, Chubby says,
"More bad news from Rickie. Remember that first time I had him over and he
and I fucked up with wicked short haircuts?" I nod my head and Chubby
goes, "Well, he wants to follow-up on that idea. Now he insist that all us
window washer boys get buzz cuts at SuperCuts for the summer" I'm thinking
that Chubby almost has a buzz cut anyway so I shrugged and said, "He's an
asshole, Chubby. He gets "high" on power... he's on a power trip and loves
being the boss of all you guys." Then Chubby said, "Yeah, and get
this... we all need to get our ear pierced and all of us need to wear the
same stud earring thing... whatever they're called". He said it
hesitantly, like he expected an outburst from me. Actually I'd like to get
my ear pierced too, but Mom doesn't like that idea too much so I haven't
pressed it. Now that Chubby's getting his pierced... that makes it a
different matter. Muttering, I go... "Like I said... the guys an asshole"
and I'm thinking... Oh boy! Chubby's really going to "get" this guy when we
have the money we need.. hee hee. I was right about Rickie right from the
start and now Chubby realizes it too.
We walked a bit in silence and Chubby says, "I'm surprised at your reaction
Dylan... happy about it, but surprised. I thought you'd be all pissed off
that you won't be able to give me my haircuts till the Fall... and that
you'd hate the idea of an earring." I said, "Dude, we're partners, numero
uno buds forever, number one home boys... little things like that don't
piss me off anymore. I'm all grown up, can't ya tell?" He laughs and
goes, "Jesus... when did ya start doing heavy drugs? This just is so
different from my bro's normal take on things. There's got to be something
in this for you somehow or you'd be bitching and making my life hard
dude... hard". I wondered if using the word "hard" twice could possibly be
one of those double entendre thingies ...or am I projecting again.
*********************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 8 ***********************
Chapter Two
Chubby and I took showers, separately... and then had dinner. After that
it was down to my finished basement to do our normal evening activity of
watching baseball on the big screen TV...the Red Sox of course. They were
looking mighty good this year ... playoff bound for sure, and maybe all the
way to the World Series. Chubby hasn't been humping my leg lately which
tends to make me wonder who's leg he is humping. I can't fool myself,
something is going on between him and Ricky. The thing is, I don't think
it's going on with Chubby's full cooperation... whatever "it" might
be. There's a reason Chubby wants us to even the score at the end of the
summer... "to settle all the family business" as the Godfather put it in
that movie. We probably aren't going to kill anybody though... well, drop
the "probably" from that last sentence because we're definitely not going
to kill anybody... on purpose, that is.
After the third inning Chubby seemed restless and he finally said, "I need
to take care of your feet Dylan. We've been neglecting them... we've been
neglecting a lot of stuff lately... or maybe we're just leaving things
behind us as we get older. Kneeling at the foot of the recliner, he
reminded me how we both had agreed to stop our shaving ritual after the
summer and how we hardly ever get a chance to do the four-mile run anymore
and that meant we didn't do things associated with the run either and.....
I interrupted in order to correct him about the shaving, "Ah, Chubby... I
agree with the leg shaving, but I think I'd like to keep up with the pubes
shaving. It's a great feeling down there, don't ya think?" Chubby had
removed both my socks and was squeezing my foot with both hands, getting
that dreamy look in his eyes like he always gets when playing with my
feet... we've never actually called it a foot fetish, Chub and me...but
obviously that's what it is. That's just one more thing I learned from
Carl. It's an amazing and bizarre fetish... the foot one... don't ya
think?
Working his fingers in between my toes he says, "Oh yeah... let's keep up
the crotch shaving. It looks cool" I go, "It's da bomb, dude!" .... Chubby
brought my foot to his face and pressed the heel against his nose. A foot
fetish is something to see... pretty much unbelievable from most of our
perspectives... but, there it is. That being said, because it's Chubby
licking my feet and sucking on my toes it almost excites me too... almost,
but not quite. Chubby licked the bottom of my foot and started his
ritual... I know from experience it can go on for a half hour. Both my
feet will be wet with his spit by the time Chubby's passion for my feet is
satisfied. When he's pale and his lips are tight he'll go into the half
bath and finish himself off with his hand. As far as I know, Chubby has
never had a spontaneous climax like the ones I've had with both him and
Willie, but if he was going to have one, it'd probably happen through his
love of feet. Although maybe he's lost some of his edge for the foot
fetish lately because he use to play with my feet much more often then he's
done in recent weeks... since that job with Rickie it's been less frequent,
just like the leg humping is less now than any other time I can remember.
He's getting himself "off" some other way. I hope it's not from sucking
Rickie's big size-twelve feet. Yuck!
My Mom left a note on the kitchen table this afternoon that I liked. Well,
I should say.... I liked one part of the note. Here's the deal... her
friend will be here for a "sleep-over" tomorrow night. Her "friend" is the
redhead, Jake Rollins, who I met some weeks ago. Mom and Jake have been
dating and I guess Jake wants a little nookie now... that's the part I
don't like. First of all, the idea of having sex with a female is... well,
it's gross to me. But more importantly, I don't like to think of that
redheaded guy doing "that" to my Mom. I know my biological father, who
I've never met, had sex with my mother at least once because here I am, but
I still don't like to think about it too much. Before Carl helped me
realize I'm gay, I didn't think about sex at all. Well, I mean, unless I
was jerking off... then I had this elaborate fantasy about "someone"
fucking my ass. After I'd climax, that "someone" wasn't thought of again
until my next jerk-off. I knew that thinking about that "someone" helped
me have a big climax, but I never carried that thought all the way through
to thinking of myself as being gay. I felt I was asexual ... like a
eunuch, pretty much sexless.
Now I know differently, of course. So, that's the bad part, Mom sleeping
with Jake in our condo this Friday night. The good part is this... I need
to vacate the premises Friday night which means I'm forced to inconvenience
my best friend, Chubby. Ah, what a shame! Hee hee! It's been awhile
since we slept together. Last time was after he got out of the
hospital... no, wait, there's that more recent time he was sick. This will
be better because he isn't sick or anything like that at the moment. Of
course, I can't "get any" on my sleep over, like Jake's going to... but
just being under the same covers with Chubby is awesome... I love it. The
reason Jake's sleeping over is that they need to get a very early start
Saturday for a day at the Cape. Mom works Saturday night so it's early down
and early back. Saturday nights for me is date night... with Willie.
Sunday I'm off for the land-made-for-teen-boys... Wildwood, New Jersey. Two
weeks vacation in the sun, fabulous boardwalk, the Atlantic ocean, and the
wide beaches... no lawn cutting and no Joel-the-maniac either.
Hey... another great thought, what if our room at the motel in Wildwood has
only a double bed... Chubby and I will need to share it for two weeks... oh
my God, that would ROCK! Last year both bedrooms had twin beds.
Chubby was quiet after he came out of the bathroom... he snuggled against
me on the recliner and with a sigh settled in to watch the rest of the
baseball game. While he still had some, before tomorrow's buzzcut, I
played with his hair a little, and then I played with his ear thinking
about someone sticking a needle through the earlobe Saturday night... ouch!
I'd like to get my ear pierced too... I think it's cool to wear an earring.
We were quiet and somewhere along the way Chubby apparently dozed off, but
when Manny hit a walk-off homer in the bottom of the ninth I let out a yelp
and Chubby goes, "What happened, Dylan?". I explained and soon after that
Chubby said he was wicked tired and he went up to bed. And then, busy,
busy... right after that, Willie called me to say he's picking me up
Saturday night at our usual time. We talked only a short time... we're
going to eat dinner in Quincy Market, and then see a live performance at
the Bank of American Pavilion. I've never been there... it's an open sided
tent on the bay and there's lots of stalls selling food and beer and T
shirt all around the tent... lots people and lots of excitement in the air,
according to Willie anyway. He's been a lot of places, and now I'm seeing
all these places too. A rock group called The Plain White T's is
performing and Willie says they're really good. I know one of their songs,
it was out some months ago. It's called, ... Hey There Delilah... an
irresistible song actually. And after the concert, back to Willie's for
some nookie of my own. So it sounds like another awesome date! Friday
night with Chubby and Saturday night with Willie... not bad.
All these thoughts gave me a nice feeling as I lay in my own bed... getting
close to sleep. It's great fun thinking about the good things in my
life... then, pissing me off, I had to ruin that nice feeling with a touch
of weird reality. But what can ya do? ... there are some bad things in life
too, not too many, but a couple. One of them is the oddly similar
situations I have with Joel, the psycho, and Tom Delcarman, the Marine.
Joel is the dangerous one... Tom, not so much, but other than that...
there are obvious similarities with the way they think about me. They both
appear to be attracted to me. Both have sort of intimated they know what I
am in desperate need of... which is, to be dominated sexually by them. I
suppose that's why they're attraction to me is in the first place. I have
to think that there'd be very different methods to their madness
though. Meaning, Joel would be quite punishing in his dominance until I
came around to his way of thinking, whatever that might be... and probably
Tom would fuck me with that humongous cock of his until I came around to
his way of thinking... again, whatever that might be. You know what... I
don't wanna to be a part of either one of those scenarios. I'm certainly
not emailing the Marine, and I don't know why I said I would. Don't matter
why anyway, I'm not doing it and I'll try to stay out of Joel's way as best
I can. It only has to be until the end of summer, at which time I'm done
with the job. After that, I'll never see that crazy bastard again. Nice
rationalizations to fall to sleep on.
Work on Friday proved to be a routine day. During Robbie and my after-
work massage Robbie asked me what I was doing tonight and when I said that
me and Chubby were going to the movies he asked if I'd give him and Dodger
haircuts first, and then the four of us could go to the movies together
... he'd drive. Hot shit! Chubby and me wouldn't have to walk to the
movies for once. I said, "You're on, dude. How bout coming over for
dinner too, we'll order pizzas". It was all set, so that's more good news
for me. I'd like to do a cell phone call to Chubby and tell him about the
Dickers brothers coming over tonight... except I can't because Rickie has
forbidden calls during working hours. Window washer boy's cell phones must
be turned off till after work. I understand that, I guess... but it's just
one rule after another with Rickie. Chubby will have his buzzcut when I
see him tonight... he told me last night that Rickie's taking his five man
crew to get their identical haircuts during lunch break today. Then
tomorrow night, after their team dinner and meeting, they go to the Mall to
get their ears pierced.... ain't that cute! Chubby hates having to do
whatever Rickie says, but we need that fucking drivers license and we're
going to do what we need to do in order to get it.... meaning get the
necessary money. After that, well... we'll just see about Rickie then.
After the massages, I rode in the back of the Dicker's pick-up truck with
Robbie to their house. Robbie wanted to take a quick shower and change
clothes... then Robbie would drive us to my condo. But naturally Dodger
butted in and took a shower first... I was on Robbie's computer checking to
see if Willie emailed me one of his corny love letters... he's so
schmaltzy, but I kind of like that. Robbie was talking with his parents
about something and then Dodger shouts out that he's finished with his
shower and Robbie goes in for his. I found a short email from Willie
saying he had a boner already from thinking about the two of us together
Saturday night. He's a horny boy alright... and then I'm thinking, "Oh
shit...here comes trouble" ... Dodger, with wet hair and a flimsy towel
around his waist, swaggers into Robbie's bedroom to give me his smirky
look. So fucking cute!!! He says, "We just have time for you to give be a
quick blowjob, so let's get to it right away" and he opens his towel to
show me his freshly re-shaved pubes and that perfect teen boy cock and
balls package. A drop of spit got caught in my windpipe when I gulped and
gasped, trying to swallow at the same time, and I got involved in a
coughing fit. He'd taken me so much by surprise with this latest
outrageous action. I'm half laughing at the audacity of Dodger and half
coughing myself to an early grave. That kid is too much!
Dodger's playing with his four inch pink cock getting it firm and then
boner hard. My own cock is getting hard in my pants just watching him
playing with his weinie. Finally I have success coughing the spit droplet
out of my windpipe and I say in a quiet, urgent voice, "God damn you,
Dodger. Your brother's on the other side of that bathroom door and your
mother and father are right downstairs... go get dressed, ya little homo."
Dodger is wanking that baby penis of his pretty good by now, staring at me
with the tip of his pink tongue showing between his sexy puffy lips the
whole time. His naked body is so perfect looking... all the proper
definition... hairless and firm. I'm thinking, God damn... didn't I just
watch this hottie jerk-off two nights ago... it was after dinner at the
Wednesday barbecue. After a minute or so his face tightens up and then
scrunches up and he thrust his hips out twice going, "Ah ah... oh oh oh"
and a string of cum arcs out of his wide open pee slit. I stared at it,
unconsciously licking my lips, as that creamy spunk splattered against the
side of Robbie's dirty clothes hamper.
He took two big grunting breaths and says, "Jesus... I needed that. You
wanna taste some?" Without thinking, I mumbled, "Sure" and he reaches over
to where I'm sitting at his brother's computer and puts his finger in my
mouth... just like he did that time we chewed each other's finger nails
the last day of school... in the locker room. Dodger's hot looking brown
eyes were big and shiny as I sucked the cum off his finger. Then, with his
finger nice and clean, he pulls it out of my mouth slowly and sucks it back
in his own mouth to make exaggerated slurping sounds sucking my spit off.
Then with that patented smirk he reached in the hamper, grabbed a dirty T
shirt, and wipes up the cum splatter saying, "How'd it taste?" I said,
"Like cum" and he goes, "Yeah, that what I think too." Grinning at me now,
he said, "Your the coolest kid I ever met. I gotta get dressed." I
watched him scurry naked through the door across the hall... into his
bedroom. As usual he leaves me stunned... what a unique kid. I groped my
boner, gave a quick thought to jerking myself off right then. Coming to my
senses, I instead did a few push ups to get my mind off what I'd just
witnessed. I do a lot of push ups which has something to do with my biceps
muscles. I did more than a couple right now because, oh my God... Dodger
jerking that four inch beauty right in front of me, as casual as you can
ever be... and doing it to me twice in the last forty-eight hours!
Whoa... finished with the push ups, I thought back to the first time I saw
Dodger's dick... I was standing near their swimming pool and he'd just
dropped his speedo bathing suit... the one with the shit tracks... the one
he wanted me to wear, if you can believe it. That first time I saw his
little penis I thought it was maybe five inches long, but no... it's the
same as Chubby's, a tiny bit under four inches. I'd love to suck it
though... no matter four or five inches.
I'm back at Robbie's desk contemplating things when he comes out of his
bathroom with a towel around himself too. Then, just like Dodger, he
casually drops it... and then starts going through his drawers looking for
clean underwear. I've got my fingers on his computer's keyboard with my
mouth hanging open staring wide-eyed at his cock and balls. This is my
first glimpse ever of Robbie's penis. It's the same size as Dodger's, same
size nuts too. Only difference in the two packages is Robbie's bush was
untouched... it was sparse, like Dodger's was before he shaved it. I
couldn't help but wonder about Robbie being so casually naked in front of
me, and especially ... you know, because he has that little penis. Then I
realized that he's on the baseball team and has showered with teammates
many, many times... by now he just accepts his small dick... what the hell
can he do about it anyway. Guess the jokes have all been said and it's not
an issue with him, maybe it never was an issue with him. It's just like
Dodger was, now that I think about it... when I ragged on him about his
little penis, he laughed it off... he didn't care. I liked that... I
admired the attitude of both brothers actually. I say that because I don't
think I'd be mature enough to be casually comfortable with having a small
cock myself. I'd probably be hiding myself all my life... damn, wouldn't
that be a total drag! I said nothing to Robbie about his penis... not a
single word.
After a minute, Robbie found some underwear and threw it on the bed and
began looking for a shirt and some socks. Then a pair of cargo
shorts. When it was all gathered into a pile he began getting dressed. I
used a great deal of willpower not to stare at his dick. It was small like
Dodger's, but not as perfect looking, somehow. Don't get me wrong though,
I'd love to suck it, but it just wasn't the perfect color or shape or
something, like Dodger's... it was more normal looking, except real small.
How odd though... Chubby, Dodger and now Robbie, all with four inch cocks.
Hmmmm, I'm sitting at this computer... why not google "penises" and find
out how rare a four inch penis is.... this could be Guiness Book Of World
Records material right here in front of me. Call me goofy, but I love good
penis talk. As Robbie was getting his stuff together I typed in "penis
size" on Google. Many hits, but of the couple I looked at, the consensus
of the average size penis is from three and a half to almost six inches
long when soft. Shocking!... three and a half inches??? Then there are
about five percent of men with over six inches and five percent were even
shorter than three and a half... oh my God, those poor bastards. This is
an excellent factoid. I bet I can fool Chubby with it... now I need to
wait for just the right time to spring this on him.... hmmmm? I'll do it
the very next time we're talking about the size of our penises... that'll
probably be right after I learn to fly.
Robbie was talking to me while he was getting dressed... talking about
which movie we should see. I stopped thinking about penises to listen to
him because, along with everything else I like about him, he has a very
nice voice also. I like listening to him talk and, of course, stare at his
face at the same time. He has a young boy's voice and it just flows so
easily... it puts me into a trance sometimes... of course, what doesn't put
me into a trance lately? Small dick or not, Robbie is very special... both
brothers are, really. Their beautiful complexions, and with that rare rosy
colored patch in each cheek. Oh hell, everything about them is sweet to
look at and it's nice to be with them, frankly... I think I've mentioned
that before. And, their parents are nice too, but neither of them are
especially good looking... so how did this happen? How did both Robbie and
Dodger come out looking so fucking cute? and never mind the small dicks?
Oops, I mean small, average or... well, whatever. OK, another mystery of
life for me to add to my list. I give up trying to figure out most of
them... just go with the flow and enjoy the ride. That's me... then I tried
to figure out who's cuter... Robbie or Dodger? I guess I'd have to say
Dodger, but only because he's smaller and... the hot body they both have, I
think it looks cuter on the small frame of Dodger. Fun to think about
those two... but, god damnit... I got another stone hard boner in my
pants...
By the time they were both dressed, and we drove to my condo, Chubby was
already there, sitting on the front step smoking... waiting for me. He was
surprised, but glad to see the brothers... he and Dodger traded funny
insults while doing the one arm hug, handshake, and pat on the
back. Happily Chubby had his Red Sox hat on so I didn't have to look at his
buzzed head just yet, but I did see how short his beautiful dark brown hair
was all around the sides and back. Oh well, it'll grow back. I filled
Chubby in on our plans for haircuts, pizza, and the movies. Then walking
up the steps with him I reminded him about me bunking in with him tonight
and he said, "Yeah, I remember bro. What the fuck... I'm the one who likes
us sleeping together, don't ya remember?" and he went up to his place to
shower. I'd said "Oh yeah" to Chubby, and then I said... "Oh yeah!" to
myself too. Of course I remembered, but it hadn't really hit me until he
said it. Jeez, will something finally happen between us tonight? I
thought about that for a minute and then thought about giving Dodger and
Robbie haircuts. To me, that's fun too... cutting boys' hair, I mean.
Dodger wanted to be first and Robbie's use to letting Dodger have his way.
Robbie went to my room to go "on line" and surf around. Dodger and me went
downstairs to the finished basement. I got the barber stuff out and Dodger
eagerly hopped up on the stool. Funny, last night Chubby was showing his
foot fetish to me... and now Dodger is squirming around on the stool from
his haircut fetish. I'll bet Dodger has a four inch boner already, but
then... when doesn't he have one. Carl's the one who explained these weird
fetishes, and many others, to me.I guess it was five or six weeks ago now.
We were kind of short on time so I got busy with the clippers right off the
bat. Dodger always wants a buzz cut, just like the one Chubby has as a
matter of fact... and that haircut goes fast. After running clippers with
a number two blade from his forehead back over the top of his head to the
crown a half dozen times Dodger got red faced and began sucking on his
bottom lip making quiet squeaking sounds... enjoying the feeling in his
groin, I would think. Thinking back forty-five minutes ago, in Robbie's
bedroom, when Dodger wanked in front of me, and looking at his perfectly
shaped head, and smelling his sexy Dodger smell, and knowing how aroused he
gets from a haircut... with all those things in play, I couldn't help
myself... without even trying, he turns me on and gets me hot. So, with the
clippers running, but not touching his head at the moment, I hugged around
his neck with my free arm and held a kiss on the side of his face for ten
seconds. Like I said, he smells so wonderful. After the kiss I said, "I
gotcha back" and in a whispery voice Dodger said, "Do some more Dylan, kiss
me some more" and I did.
As a matter of fact, I kissed him about ten more times and oh dear God, my
boner was aching after that. He could barely speak, mumbling, "If I hadn't
jerked off in Robbie's room a little while ago, I'd have cum in my pants
from your kisses... which is what I'd prefer, ya know". I said that I
knew... and I finished his buzz cut with neither of us saying anything
else.... I was just trying to breath, like I said...he's so hot. It was
one of the rare times Dodger, himself, was too aroused to come up with
outrageous comments or suggestions. Getting his haircut, especially by me I
think, and my kisses on the side of his face overwhelmed him for once. So,
let's see... I won that round. The score, Dodger 89... Dylan....1. Not
real close. He is so very sexy though... when the cut was done I said in
his ear, "I hope you still have a crush on me when I get back from
vacation". He just nodded his head to the affirmative and headed for the
half bath... for another jerk off, ya think?
Robbie came down when Dodger went up. It surprised me that Dodger didn't
stay to watch Robbie get his hair cut, but I guess he's over stimulated
today. Robbie wants the flattop and, like I said, we're short on time so I
skipped the scissors and used all clippers. The same number two attachment
I used for all over Dodger's head I used for the sides and back of
Robbie's... then I used the trimmers to outline around his ears and along
his neck in back... tapper the neckline slightly. Then gel the top because
it won't stand up until it's trained to. Comb it up straight and with a
steady hand, and a bare clipper blade, I ran the clippers in a straight
line across the ends of Robbie's hair until it's all even on top at about
an inch and a quarter in length. The ideal flattop, according to Willie's
ancient-aged barber, is one and a half inches... I cut Robbie's a little
shorter because I'd be gone for a couple of weeks. When I first saw
Willie's flattop I though it was only an inch long, but at his house, in
between fuckings, we got a straight ruler out and measured it... on top,
his hair stood up just under one and a half inches... almost exactly what
that old time barber said it was. With that straight ruler in my hand, I
wanted to measure Willie's penis too, but he didn't bring it up so I
chickened out and didn't do it. Anyway, back to Robbie's hair... it will
be trained to stand straight up by his next haircut and then I'll cut the
ends to an inch and a half like the old barber says it should be. After
that I should cut it every ten days or so to keep it looking
right.... that's what Willie told me about my own flattop too.
Robbie stared at his new "do" in the mirror and said he really liked this
unique style and promised he'd be conscientious about training it to stick
up. My flattop was getting too long, but we didn't have time for Chubby to
cut it... I'll get it cut in Wildwood. The pizza was here so we gobbled it
down, piled into the pick-up and hustled to make the seven o'clock
movie. Three of us have to work tomorrow so Friday nights weren't usually
late nights anymore, like they use to be. In the movie theater lobby, the
line wasn't too bad and right at the end was Willie Worthington talking to
a plain looking kid with longish hair. Willie spotted me as soon as I
spotted him and what a great smile he gave me. It kind of astonished me
seeing him in this setting. I didn't expect it... he looked yummy and
innocent and... I don't know, he looks like a nice boy. He had his flattop
brushed up like mine. To be honest, I felt jealous that he was with that
other boy, but I fought the urge to give him a "look". Instead, I kind of
shook my head "no" a bit to indicate to Willie, hopefully, that he not
mention to anyone here that we're boyfriends. He gave me a knowing look and
a small grin... I should have know he's too smart to make a gaffe like
that.
The plain looking boy had that same "seventies" long hair style that Willie
use to have. Something about him gave off vibes that he was looking down
on Chubby, Robby, Dodger, and me... like he was "above" riffraff like us.
As we approached him I mumbled to Chubby, "That's my new friend... the one
I met at Carl's graduation party". Chubby goes, "Oh, yeah... so this is
Willie? He's got the same silly hairdo you have" I mumbled, "You probably
shouldn't be making fun of anyone's hairdo at this particular time" Chubby
rubbed his very short buzzcut and said, "good point". I introduced Willie
to everyone and then... to Willie, I introduced my three friends, "Willie
this is my very best friend and home boy Chubby Jeffrey Romero. We've know
each other all our lives." They shook hands quickly and then I introduced
the Dickers brothers as the coolest brother in Framingham High School.
I got a kick out of Willie's reaction when he appraised the beautiful
Dickers brothers. His eyes widened as he was checking out Dodger and
Robbie. They appeared oblivious to his scrutiny... maybe they were use to
it when meeting people for the first time. Chubby had stepped over to the
snack's counter and was getting two large popcorns which the four of us
will split... he missed the scrutiny by Willie of the brothers... if he
were there though, he wouldn't have. The plain looking snooty boy was a
classmate of Willie's at Prep school... his name is Charles Boles. We all
did a little wave at each other after which Charles rolled his eyes up as
if to say, "Oh brother... what losers". Everyone ignored him and we did
some sports small-talk and "what ya doing this summer" talk.... very
briefly. They were seeing another movie and just before they split up with
us, Willie says to me... "you good for that ballgame tomorrow night Dylan?"
I go, "yeah... can you pick me up?' and Willie's like, "You got it" and off
they go with snooty boy saying something to Willie and I heard Willie say
something back to his friend... it sounded like he called him an asshole.
Whatever the exchange, it wasn't pleasant if I can go by the looks on their
faces. I'll bet Willie stood-up for us guys... I know he'd stand up for
me.
A little bit later, sitting in the movie with previews rolling, Chubby
says, "what ball game is that, Dylan? The Red Sox are in Toronto" I go,
"It's the Pawtucket Red Sox, in Rhode Island. Willie follows them." and
that was that.... except, I'm getting sick of lying to Chubby. I hate
doing that. Well, at least now Chubby's met Willie... and he had nothing
especially good or bad to say about him either. Just a kid like
us... that's what Chubby probably thinks, but Willie isn't really "just"
like us. In addition to being rich, he's like "sophisticated" or
something... compared to us he is. The movie was disappointingly drab, but
it was fun being with these three guys and it was a treat to have a "ride"
too.,,, Chubby and my walking days are getting closer to being history. We
had some laughs, and Dodger got to goose me about eighty times, and we all
bonded some more, and I got to think all through the movie... "I'm sleeping
with Chubby tonight".
Robbie dropped us off... Chubby went up to his condo and I went to mine. No
shower for me after work so I wanted to do it now. After that I took some
clothes and a toothbrush with me upstairs to Chubby's bedroom and put them
on a chair. I was wearing only my boxer shorts and Chubby, already in bed
says... "You been lifting weights or what... them guns on you look
dangerous". I was skinny but I always had good bicep development and, in
addition to the push-ups, I think it's a "gene" thing inherited from my
loving Daddy. Oh, that's not fair of me... insinuating my biological
father doesn't care about me... he doesn't even know I'm alive. Mom never
told him she was pregnant with me because he was going into the military
and... well, I just don't know too much more... it's a sore subject.
Anyway, I say to Chubby, "Just lifting my dick a few times a day... that's
my only weight lifting program" and Chub goes, "Ah ha! That'll do it." I
climbed in bed with him trying not to giggle with glee.
As soon as I lifted the covers and got under them I smelled Chubby's smell
released from under there... the warm erotic smell floated past my
face... I casually inhaled a long intake of that smell as it was drifting
by and then had to chew on my bottom lip to keep from moaning. He smells
different than Willie and the Dickers brothers... they all smell sexy to
me, but Chubby's different, he's my favorite smell. He's my favorite face
and my favorite smell. He said, "Come on over Dylan, remember we like to
sleep together like a couple of homos. We're not homos ya know, but we
like to sleep like we are... it's just our thang! You know, lots of best
friends have their little fucking personal private best things that just
the two of them do together. Everybody fucking knows that. Especially
fucking best friends who are like brothers, for christ sake! Get closer!"
By the time he was finished with his speech I was just about on top of him
with my arms wrapped around him and my face against his. I go, "Like this,
Chubby?' and he goes, "You're such a dick sometimes. Don't fucking overdo
it for fuck sake... we're not a couple of homos ya know". I squeezed him
tighter and he settled in without further comment. His newly buzzed head
was against my cheek, and just like Dodger, even with their hair this
short...a third to a half inch long, it's still velvety. Chubby casually
put his arm over my side and he fell asleep in about two minutes. I'm glad
he did too because if he hadn't he'd have noticed my boner... it was really
stretching out there tonight... right out through the pee slit in my boxer
shorts. When I heard his deep, even breathing I rubbed my nose back and
forth on the top of his head and a drop of precum wet the head of my dick.
I flicked the covers off our torsos to look at Chubby's body. He has the
second best natural body definition of any kid I ever saw... and in high
school you see a lot of kid's bodies.... nobody beats the Dickers brothers
in that category though... they're unreal. It's funny that Chubby
mentioned my biceps because that's the only thing on me that's
noteworthy.... other than that, I'm skinny. Everything about Chubby's body
was noteworthy, in miniature, sort of. In proportion to his short stature
I guess is a better way to say it.
Not daring to caress him I pretended to adjust my position, as if I were
thrashing around while sleeping, I was trying to get even more contact with
Chubby's body. The covers pulled down further off of us and his smooth
legs, with that bump of a calf muscle and his firm thighs... they were
against my leg and the touch gave me a chill and a shiver... feeling my leg
against his... and staring at him from head to calf muscle, I needed to
jerk off bad. But instead, I pulled the covers back over us and then
carefully put my arm over his back and almost pulled him on top of me... I
couldn't help myself, alright! God, he smelled so good. Chubby goes,
"Arrr, real nooo" and I froze, but he made no other sounds. I wish I could
understand his sleep-talk, but... no way, it was gobble-dee-goop. I tried
to stay awake as long as I could... enjoy as much of this wonderful
situation as possible, but I was just as tired as Chubby and I probably
didn't manage to stay awake longer than fifteen minutes. It was a great
fifteen minutes though.
When I woke, Chubby was on his stomach still sleeping, my arm under him,
dead to the world. It took me a couple of minutes of massaging it before I
got circulation back into it, but of course I didn't mind. Smelling the
back of my wrist... it smelled like Chubby. I carefully got out of bed,
did my toilet business, washed my face and hands, brushed my teeth and got
dressed. Chubby turned over and said, "Give me one of our world famous hugs
for my good morning hello, Dylan" and when I did I felt him sneak a kiss on
the side of my head. He said, "That was one of the best nights sleep I've
had in awhile, bro. We got to do it more often". I just mumbled,
"Anytime, Chubby... love ya, dude" and then I had to run for my bus.
Chubby had a much shorter walk to his office so he didn't take a bus. Man,
that was a really wonderful night. I smelled my wrist all during the bus
ride and had an even harder boner than usual walking up the aisle to get
off at my stop. There's this real good looking black kid who rides the bus
everyday with me... he has that island lilt to his voice... Jamaican I
think. Today he chuckled at my boner in a real good natured way as I
walked past him. We'd gotten into the habit of touching fists and making a
comment to each other as I got off the bus each day. Today he laughed and
said, "That's your best one yet, mon" nodding down at the tent in my
shorts. He wore a white, hospital uniform shirt with a name tag pinned at
the left pocket... it read, "Reggie". I smiled right into his face and he
smiled right back with this really cute, sexy smile... damn, he's hot. He
had one of those really cool short haircuts, edged across the forehead and
down to the sideburns... the sideburns came to a point. There was just a
certain something about him that made me think he's someone I'd like to get
to know.
*********************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 8 *********************
Chapter Three
Back at work this morning... my locker was still secured with my
combination lock so I opened it without trepidation. With the lock in
place I knew I'd find nothing inside that shouldn't be there. One problem
solved... it gave me a good feeling... except, who put that crap in my
locker in the first place? I'd sure like to know the answer to that one. I
heard two of the college guys arguing about something... one of them said,
"What is it with you, Paul... Is it ignorance or maybe it's just apathy on
your part?" and Paul mumbled, "Hey, I don't fucking know and I don't
fucking care... alright!" The first guy laughed out loud and Paul's like,
"What?"
Changing into my grass cutting shorts and T shirt, I hustled down to
Robbie's locker chuckling to myself. I told Robbie about "I don't know and
I don't care" and he said he'd already heard that one. I'm trying to tell
him it's not a joke, it happened just now in real life... two of the
college kids. He did chuckle at that and then we talked about last night
at the movies and all. He had his flattop combed up straight just like
mine and the college kids will have fun teasing us about that. Robbie and
I have almost the exact shade of light blond hair with natural darker blond
streaks. After a bit he got me seated in front of him and began the
morning massage. We sit on the bench in front of Willie's locker for our
massages... it's just a plastic bench, without a back. As Robbie's massage
progressed it appeared he was doing it with an extra sexy feel this
morning... maybe Robbie was thinking that it'll be two weeks before we
could do this again, and he wanted to get his money's worth. And then near
the end, a new move by Robbie... he used both hands, one against either
side of my jaw, pulling my head back against his stomach and keeping it
there with one hand, with the other he massaged my head from my forehead
back... it was so hot... like a series of caresses. I loved the feel of
his hand on my forehead as well as the feel of his tight, hard belly at the
back of my head.
Then something else new, holding under my chin from behind so that when he
leaned over to whisper in my ear, my head was up against his crotch... he
held my head there as he whispered, "I just want to tell you again that it
was so cool last night, Dylan. And, I really like my new flattop
haircut... and I love that you're my barber. That's the coolest thing of
all! Thanks." His lips moved against my ear and that, plus all the
stimulation of the sexy head massage made me feel dizzy.... I pressed my
head back against his crotch and felt his penis grow firm where it pressed
against the back of my head... from semi-hard to a boner in ten seconds.
Robbie's body flexed tight then, and using both hands on my forehead he
kept the back of my head pressed against that short boner of his. I heard
him breathing noisily as precum drooled from my own hard cock... this
precum was a first during a massage. I bit my lip to keep from
moaning. Robbie took short, raspy breaths for maybe thirty seconds and then
did a big deep inhale and exhale and let go of my forehead. Breathlessly he
said, "My turn".
There was a loud commotion from the area of the college guys and we heard a
huge splash of water... then someone yelling "You're gonna get it" and lots
of loud laughter as they continued horsing around. That distraction broke
the spell between me and Robbie and nothing I did while massaging him
seemed as sexy as when he did me. That's OK... his massage was a
breakthrough of sorts... I almost wished I wasn't going on vacation next
week, something was definitely developing between us. I have the hots for
Robbie... hell, I've had them ever since sophomore year. Way back when I
was jealous of Chubby making his new friend... that idiot Rickie. Robbie
was my first choice for a new friend... and did that ever turn out great!
When we hear the horn signaling the start of work I got my arm around
Robbie's neck and said, "Great massage today, Robbie. I'm really going to
miss ya the next two weeks" and I pulled his forehead against mine. He
said, "Me too, Dylan". It was really nice... the sincerity in his voice.
Gee, I really like the sound of Robbie's voice.... did I mention that
already?
Nothing unusual happened during the day except at lunch Joel caught my eye
and nodded his head to the side. I walked in that direction and he
followed me over to Toby's pick-up and nodded his head again indicating I
should go around to the back. There he got his arm around the back of my
neck and very roughly pulled my head close to his and in a low gravelly,
kind of scary voice, said, "Were you trying to piss me off just then
staring over at me?" His breath smelled like onions... I guess his sub
sandwich had onions in it. I said, in earnest, "Honest to God, Joel, I
wasn't staring at you. I don't want to piss you off... ever." He put his
other arm around my shoulders now and I was sort of right up against him
with no where to put my hands so I touched his waist lightly. He rocked us
slowly back and forth in that crotch to crotch position a few times... the
side of his chin was against the side of my head... like we were slow
dancing. It was incredibly awkward for me. After maybe a whole minutes
like that he said, "OK, I'll believe you this time. Tell me again that you
want me to pay more attention to you... to help you be better. Ask me to
do that."
Oh my God... what do I say to that? He was hugging me now... there simply
isn't any other way I can put it... it was hugging, and he was sort of
panting too. I knew time was running out but... what to say to him? And,
just like I was afraid of... he said again, in a harsher voice, "Ask me,
god damnit!... unless you prefer our combative relationship. I'm offering
to help your pathetic self, ya dumb fuck." I was getting very
uncomfortable as his anger grew so I said, "Would you pay attention to me
sometime... Joel? To, you know... help me with whatever... or
something..." He goes, "I'll try to work some time for you into my
schedule on a weekend. Let's say the weekend after your vacation. I
assume you're a big boy and are allowed to spend the night at a friend's
place, right?" I gulped, now I was worried at the thought of that... and,
what the fuck is he talking about anyway? This is so analogous to the
Marine thing that I can hardly believe it. But like I did with the Marine,
I decided the easiest thing is to say "yes" ...and then try to figure it
all out later. That's what I did... I said, "Yes, Joel" and Joel goes, "OK
then... so you're getting your wish it seems, aren't ya? Better be careful
what you wish for." He hugged me real hard one time and almost knocked the
breath out of me, then let me go. Without another word or look, he walked
away in the direction of the other company pick-up truck... to talk to
someone over there, I guess. That was either a boner in his pants or
perhaps a can of spray paint. Jesus! Joel and the Marine should have a
contest... heaviest penis gets to bully some poor boy like me.
Well now, what could be nicer than a weekend with Joel. Wonder what he has
in mind, a marathon spanking for me... perhaps. Or maybe that thing he
thinks I'm begging for. That thing that will require me to wear Tampons or
something up my ass afterward... sounds like a blast! What fun. Ya know
what would really be nice... if I could tell him, "I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about, you nut case... you've got nothing I'm the
slightest bit interested in and I can't imagine what you could help me
with, and as a matter of fact... at summers end, me and my best friend are
going to kick the living shit out of you. Maybe then you'll know it's
you... not me, who's sexually attracted to who..." or something like that.
Aren't rants in your head so much easier to pull off than they are face to
face in real life? I can't even think what to say until minutes after the
situation ended. One thing I know...that fucking madman Joel is going to
ruin my vacation, he will if I let him get to me... if I'm not careful I'll
worry about him the entire two weeks... god damn him! There ain't going to
be any weekend with you, ya physco. Not after my vacation, not ever! How
do I attract these maniacs in the first place?
Other than that delightful interlude with Joel Mac Carty, the day flew by
and then I was on vacation! Yippee!... First, my date with Willie... I
wasn't home two minutes before Willie called. He was so sorry, but we were
going to have to forget dinner at Quincy market because Willie had an
appointment with the Apple Store at the Mall to check out a problem with
his Apple MacBook. I didn't mind, we were still going to see the rock
group, Plain White Ts, and we'd grab something to eat at the Mall. Jeez,
wonder if I'll see Chubby there with the window washing boys. They'll be
getting their ears pierced under the watchful eye of their boss and leader,
Rickie the prick. He's another one who's going to get his ass kicked at
summer's end.
Quick shower, dress in cargo shorts and a button up the front short-shelve
shirt, sandals for my feet... then, blow dry my flattop... damn, wish I
could have gotten Chubby to neaten it up some. When it grows in for a
couple weeks it gets longish looking... like a brush of some kind. Oh
well, it still looks good... pretty much sticks up straight on it's own
now. Snap my necklace on while checking out what's left of the hickey
Willie gave me in the hammock Tuesday night... it's almost gone. I wonder
if he'll give me another. One last look in the mirror and then outside for
my before-date cigarette, thinking... "I can't wait to see Willie". I
didn't have to wait long. Just as I flicked my cigarette butt backward off
my leg and then, cursing, kicked it into the gutter, he pulled up with his
wonderful, innocent-looking smile... the one I just have to smile back at.
Jumping up from the steps, I hustled over to his car... then, taking a
quick look around and seeing no one, I kissed him on the lips. Willie
goes, "That was daring, Dylan" and then he added, "Ah, can I ask you a
favor... oh, make that two. OK?" I said, "Sure Willie" and he hemmed and
hawed a bit, but in the end he was asking if I wouldn't mind not smoking
just before our date because he likes to smell me, not the cigarette. Then
he asked if I would shave his pubes area again... it was getting a bit
scratchy. "Yes, of course" I said, "Sure, Willie" to both things. It was
rude of me to smoke before a kiss... usually I chew gum or something like
that after a cigarette... actually, I'd wish I could stop smoking all
together, except I think it makes me look cool.
Inside, we both go into the bathroom that;s off my bedroom... I brushed my
teeth, then gargled. Willie said, "OK... let's try again" and he did his
arms around my neck hug like before. My arms went around his waist. It was
the same old thing... only it wasn't getting "old" as far as I was
concerned. Willie has that fantastic make-out technique with lips and
tongue in constant movement... sometimes quickly and other times
mesmerizingly slow. Add to that, the taste of him, and his smell and
together they get my boner "up" in less than a minute. Just the intensity
of his make-out is captivating. He makes it seem like, of a million
possibilities of things to do in this world, making out with me is number
one on Willie's list. Also, he sort of takes over my pleasure zones and
pushes them to new heights every time we do this.... I guess I'd have to
say it was a little bit of a dominant thing with him too. It's... " him
making out with me " more then " us making out together "... if ya know
what I mean. It's so luscious though, I absolutely love it. When my boner
was as hard as it can get, and wet at the head, Willie pulled his head away
panting and manages to say, "Put your arms around my neck now, Dylan" and
when I did he got a handful of each of my buttocks and pulled my crotch
into his... our boners rubbed together through our cargo shorts.
He did his saliva-filled kisses and licks slower now and I knew I was going
to cum in my pants again. I let myself feel it all and was soon in a
daze... feeling overwhelmed, but wonderful. All I knew of life at that
moment was pleasure feelings... Willie squeezing my ass cheeks as our
crotches humped together and his mouth taking over my mouth. Willie was
grunting quietly now... he took one hand and slipped it past the loose
waist band of my cargo shorts, and then inside my jockey underpants to
squeeze my bare ass cheek... then he rubbed his finger tip across my hole
till that generated some wetness, he pushed his fingertip inside my
asshole. First, just a little ways... and then slowly, but steadily, all
the way in and he finger fucked me while continuing to squeeze my other
buttocks from outside my shorts. I felt overheated... my lips and all
around my nose were wet with our combined spit... groaning and moaning,
with my cock dripping and twitching, my nuts tight to my groin and very
hard... I humped my hip forward and made a weird sound as I felt the
exhilaration of that first spurt of cum splatter inside my jockey
shorts. It was an intense feeling of sexual pleasure and it seemed for a
moment like we were both floating just barely off the floor... the second
shot of cum was the main, long squeeze of cum that seemed to last a minute,
but was actually a second or two... I squealed into Willie's mouth with
that one and went up on my toes. The feeling at the head of my penis when
that long stream of cum passed out the gapping pee slit caused my entire
body to convulse. Willie put his face next to mine fingering my hole
again, squeezed my ass cheek a few times and more cum drooled from my
boner. I was shuddering against him, hugging around his neck real
tight... chills and bright dots of yellow lights in front of my eyes. I
wanted to crawl into Willie's lap and have him cuddle me until the
after-effects of my climax stopped shooting all around my body.
Willie could feel me relax after the cum spurts and he let go of my ass and
pulled his finger out of me to use both hands rubbing up my back. Then one
hand around my back and the other rubbing up the back of my head, "How was
that, Dylan. Feel good for you? Hope so.... I love you so much I can't
describe it." and he continued treating me like I'd just survived a car
accident or a death in the family or something... the calming and the
rubbing and the soothing, loving comments. The affection I felt from him
was palpable and gave me such a warm sensation of love and safety... his
hugs were almost as good as his make-out. No one has ever so openly
declared how wonderful I am or how much they love me... it gets to be
addictive. God almighty, I loved being with Willie. It's more than his
looks, his feel, his making out and love making... it's that he loves me so
much. His feelings for me raised my own self image... it made me feel so
good about myself. And I love the taste of his saliva too... did I mention
that? You can't help but love someone who makes you feel this good. It's
simply awesome and made my eyes water a little bit... I'm real grateful
that he's my boyfriend.
I liked being in Willie's embrace and he gave me plenty of time to calm
down before quietly saying, "Jeez, wasn't that fun, Dylan? I love making
you cum... oh man, you really did cum too... didn't ya? Ya want to change
your pants now?" Sometimes he treated me like I was a little kid and
sometimes like I was his girlfriend and sometimes like I was a treasure
he'd found... but always he treated me with a loving tenderness, even when
he's trying to correct me about something or he thinks he's being
dominant. I can't get mad at him... I don't think I've been mad at him even
once since we met, but at times I'm not quite sure that I shouldn't be put
off with something he did or said. I was still out of breath but managed
to mutter, "Willie, that was better than "fun"... that was freaking
awesome. You're one hot boy, Willie." I dropped my cargo shorts, which had
a soaked-through cum stain on the front, and then my jockey underwear that
was loaded with cum in the front panel... stepped away from Willie and put
them in the dirty clothes hamper.
I'd taken a step toward my bedroom, Willie was washing that finger he'd had
up my ass, he said, "How about you hold off putting anything on till after
you shave my pubes and, ya know... maybe suck me off too, like ya did last
time. I'd like you naked when you do it... well, when you do both things."
His words seemed like he was asking if it was OK with me to do what he
suggested... the way he said it though, that was closer to "instructions"
for me, or an "order" I was to follow and this seemed to be the reverse of
the way he use to go about things between us. The manner in which he said
he'd like me to stay naked gave me pause. I looked at him with my head a
little tilted to the side, a questioning look on my face... I was trying to
decide if I was put off by the way Willie had said that... he looked at me
a second and then sheepishly added, "Please..." He didn't say please in a
sarcastic way, rather... in a way that meant ...please ...and that made it
seem OK. I said, "Sure, Willie" as I unbuttoned my shirt. Then, wearing
only my sandals, I pulled his shorts and boxer underwear off. Willie took
a hand towel off the towel rack to put on the chilly toilet seat lid and
sat down with kind of a grin on his face... if I looked him in the eye he
did a little head nod up and down as if to say I was doing fine, keep it
up... and then he gave me an encouraging smile. Oh, what the hell, I'm not
going to make a big deal out of this. I smiled back and leaned down to him
for a wet kiss. Damn, I love his lips!
When the water in the tap was warm I wet a washcloth and soaked his pubic
stubble, applied shaving cream and carefully shaved his crotch. Willie
wasn't a hairy boy and there wasn't the need to shave his balls... no hair
on his ass either. All done I rinsed him off and then dried his
crotch... it looked almost shiny. Feeling around the area and looking in
his eyes he mouthed "Thank you". Then he stood up, took the same washcloth
I'd just used and vigorously scrubbed his ass crack... then dried it with
the hand towel he'd been sitting on. "I want you to do something new
tonight... I mean, I hope you'll do something new for me tonight. Will
you, Dylan... do something for me tonight that's new?" He looked so cute
with just his shirt on, his long limp dick swaying, and his begging
smile... kind of a pleading look. I said, "You bet, Willie. Anything you
want." He wanted me to do what the Marine had done to me... it's called
rimming. Willie didn't call it that though... he called it "what Larry
insist I do for him at Prep school about every other day. You lick from the
back of my ball to my hole... Larry says that short stretch of skin really
feels good being rubbed or licked... so that's what I want you to do too.
OK?"
I bit my lip because, when the Marine did it to me, I remembered thinking
that I might do that kind of thing for Chubby, but not for anyone else. It
did feel fantastic having my ass rimmed of course, and now that I've come
to know Willie so well I thought I owed it to him to at least try... so I
nodded my head "OK". That much established, Willie did that little head
nod again indicating I was still doing fine, and then added, "And, I want
you to pay special attention to licking my hole, and all along between my
buttocks, and right over my hole again.... try to get the tip of your
tongue, at least the tip, up inside me. That will get me wicked hard and
then you get to suck me off after that. OK, Dylan? ... Oh, and Larry wants
no talking when I'm doing it so how about you don't talk either. OK?" I
said, "If you mention Larry's name one more time, Willie, you and me ain't
doing anything together". He immediately became very conciliatory and
apologized profusely for sounding bossy and for mentioning his roommate,
who's name, by the way, will never come up again "and please excuse my
insensitivity about that"... it went like that. He sounded sincere and the
hurt look on his face convinced me that it was just Willie being
Willie... he hasn't had a good roll model in his entire life. I keep
forgetting that, and I was mad at myself for acting like such a
prick... sometimes Willie just doesn't know any better. I said I was sorry
for snapping at him and we hugged... Willie did long kisses on the side of
my face until my dick started firming up again. After a bit he asked, "Do
you think we can try any of that, you know that thing with my rear
end... licking and all? Please?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, let's try it,
but it does sound a little, you know... gross." Willie assured me it
wasn't gross.
Well, he'd done it to whats-his-name so I'll give it a try for Willie. He
was turned around now leaning over, his elbows on a towel resting on the
counter next to the sink. "You probably need to get down on your knees,
Dylan. To get under me and all..." On my knees I looked at his buttocks,
up close for the first time. Willie was longish from head to foot, but his
ass wasn't. He had two plump melons for his buttocks... firm and pink. I
tentatively put my nose on his left buttocks and it smelled like
Willie... I'm crazy about the Willie smell. Using both hands I spread his
cheeks and there was his hole... it looked small... it was hairless and it
was very clean. He'd just cleaned it so of course it's clean. I sniffed
his hole and... nothing, no shit smell at all. His ass and his asshole
looked cute actually... just like the rest of Willie. I licked both his
buttocks... no taste. Licking right across his hole produced the same
result... no taste. I licked down at the bottom of his crack all the way
up, over his hole, and up to his back. The next pass I stretched my neck
to first lick the back of his nut sac and then from his hole to his nut
sac... and then I did it repeatedly for about ten swipes and Willie goes,
"Jesus, that feels awesome, Dylan. Keep doing it... with more tongue
pressure if you can." My saliva activated some subtle taste of Willie and
he already had smelled good so it got to be quite enjoyable. I liked
giving him pleasure.
In three minutes though, my tongue was aching... even so, his ass crack was
slippery with my spit by now and guess what... I came to the conclsion that
it's sexy as hell to lick your boyfriends clean ass with him humming at the
pleasure. "Oh, Dylan... do my asshole more" and I actually did get my
tongue tip in, but it wasn't easy and, like I said, my tongue was aching at
the back and underneath it. I had a firmed-up penis and Willie's was
totally boned by now so I said, "I can't do that anymore Willie, my fucking
tongue is going to tear out of my mouth. He goes, "Oh, I loved the way
that feels. Do something, exercises or something, to strengthen your tongue
Dylan, I'll want this ass tonguing on a regular basis now." and he laughed
a little laugh before straightening up and turning around. "Just stay down
there, OK?" he said that as he stroked his long boner a few times. Willie
took a long inhale and exhale and said, "Whoa, this is wicked awesome.
Wow! Get sucking, Dylan, and do that throat thing too".
OK, he's acting like Larry a little bit again, but it doesn't happen much
anymore so I let it slide. Besides, I can't lie to myself... Willie's
boner was spectacular... sticking absolutely straight out from his shaved
pubic area... like a pink pole. I really liked sucking his cock... what can
I say. I held it in my fist, down near his crotch, and sucked on just the
head till he goes, "Oh my God, Dylan... you're so good at this". He was
squirming already and I took that long pole down my throat then... and
swallowed and swallowed till he was pulling the short hairs of my flattop
and puffing out breaths as he went up and down on his toes. Then I kept
the cock head between my lips, up against my full wet sloppy tongue, and
stroke his long shaft six or seven times and his hips start humping and I
stroke some more and he fires a lot of cum in my mouth... some down my
throat, but some gets up my nasal passages and it's the Marine's blow job
all over again. Willie's second blast of creamy cum gets sucked up and
blown out both my nostrils... a cum bubble was blowing out my right nostril
as the first cum and mucus stream was running down my lips and around the
shaft of his cock.
It's the need for oxygen that made me back off his boner, well the need for
oxygen and a touch of panic too. I had to blow really hard out both
nostrils to get a sneeze of cum flying out... I'm coughing and blowing more
cum from my mouth and nose. Willie's stroking his boner getting drools of
cum, moaning and grunting with pleasure. He finally leans back against the
sink and breathing hard says, "That was so fabulous... what a climax I had
with that, Dylan. You're the best cocksucker ever, dude... the friggin
best ever. Oh my God" and he stroked his cock fast a half dozen times. I
was blowing my nose into a handful of toilet paper by then. It's hard to
get cum as creamy as Willie's out of my sinus cavity entirely... I finally
managed it, but I felt beat up by the time I was done. "Let's jump in the
shower real quick, Dylan. OK? Come on man, you got cum smeared on ya from
your balls to your eyebrows". So I got busy turning on the shower, testing
the temperature of the water and stepping under the spay... all without
speaking. Willie follows me in and puts his arms around me, "Everything
alright? Something wrong?" he asked me, speaking real low and worried
sounding. I just said, "No, I'm OK... that's such a freaky thing to happen
though... cum in my nose and all". Willie turned on the concern and said
the nicest things to me, hugging me and the two of us swaying under the
shower... we were there for ten minutes and by then I felt mellow and
special. Willie can make me feel special and I think it's special that he
actually feels he wants to go to the trouble to do it too...
We got out... Willie dried me off like I was a little kid. Dried himself
off and, both of us still naked, used my Mom's hairdryer to get our
flattops just right. "I saw that your friend at the movies was wearing his
hair like we do Dylan... I forget his name though" I reminded him of
Robbie's name and we talked about that a little. Willie was sort of
inspecting my body and, like most people, he commented on my
muscles... bicep muscles. He said he loved the feel of my ass and we
hugged naked as he told me how much he loved me... again. As we were
getting dressed he said, "Later, at my house, I'm going to really get that
hickey back up to size... my boyfriend should always be wearing my
hickey. And, that necklace is so cool... maybe I should get myself one too
so we'd both be wearing the same thing." By the time we were in his
convertible I felt so good... real sexually satisfied for the moment and a
little bit in love... I think.
We drove to the Mall a little too fast to suit me... Willie had to run to
make his appointment at the Apple "Genius" counter. He needed to have his
MacBook checked out. I lagged behind looking around to see if I could spot
Chubby. Sure enough, down from The Apple store was a kiosk selling all
sorts of cheap jewelry with a sign "free ear piercing with ear stud
purchase" and there was Rickie pointing a finger and chastising a kid who
looked to be about his age... one of his window washer boys
undoubtedly. Ricky Ortiz is a good looking Hispanic kid... he's about my
height, five foot ten inches, but much wider and bigger. Not fat, but
rather, built like a football player. Nice brown hair, now worn in a recent
buzz cut... he looked older than Chubby or me... much more macho looking
too. Quite an advanced beard development too, one that he maintained at a
purposely scruffy five o'clock shadow look. He doesn't look like someone
you'd chose to fuck with unless you were really looking for trouble. Then I
spotted Chubby sitting on a bench by himself. All the window washer boys
are kind of border line cases... two high school drop outs and a third kid
who is in our grade, but always getting in trouble. Then there's the
macho, bully... Ricky, and the last window washer boy is Chubby. Chubby
doesn't belong with that group... no way.
For some reason Rickie had gone out of his way to get Chubby on the
crew... got his father, who's the forman for all the window washer crews,
and a partner in the company, to pick Chubby ahead of others on the waiting
list. It's looking like he's got a thing for my little five foot six inch,
hundred and fifteen pound best friend. How big a "thing" I don't know, but
Chubby doesn't look happy. Whoever it was Rickie was yelling at was sent
on his way to do Rickie's errant. I saw an older looking kid getting his
ear pierced... a very fat, young-looking girl was sticking a needed through
this kid's earlobe... right through into a cork on the other side... then
the stud went through the little cut to maintain the opening until it
healed. The kid looked pale... Rickie sneered and said something that made
the newly pierced kid hang his head. Then Rickie pointed at Chubby and
wiggled his fingers for Chubby to get over there. I saw a familiar look on
Chubby's face... it said, "this sucks and so do you" he used it on assholes
at various times. I don't think that's what Rickie thought it meant
though. When Chubby didn't get over to Rickie fast enough to suit him,
Rickie took three steps toward Chubby, got him by the back of the neck to
pull him roughly toward the kiosk... all the time shouting at him.
Chubby's face was dark red. That sort of behavior embarrassed Chubby no
end... he didn't like strangers walking by in the Mall seeing him treated
this way. Rickie smacked the back of Chubby's buzzed head and when Chubby
turned around quickly Rickie pointed his finger at Chubby and said
something that made Chubby back down.
Watching this without going to help Chubby wasn't easy, but I knew I'd make
it worse if I got involved. Just letting Chubby know I saw this would make
it much worse for him so I drifted down to the Apple Store feeling sick to
my stomach. I know we have our goal... we want our drivers license, but at
what price? Then I had a nice thought, this was Chubby's last day of work
for two full weeks. We'll have a blast in Wildwood and forget all about
this stuff for awhile. When we get back we'll already be more than half
way to our goal. That's all true enough, but I couldn't get that look of
embarrassment on Chubby's face out of my mind.
There was a Bertucci restaurant in the Mall and after Willie was done at
The Apple store we ate there. All through our dinner Willie kept asking me
what's wrong... did he do something to upset me... did I feel OK... and
that kind of thing. It wasn't really fair to Willie, but I used that
moment of his concern for me... I thought it would be the perfect time to
slip in the info about me going on vacation with my family for two weeks
starting tomorrow morning. I said I was very sad I wouldn't see him for
two weeks and could he come down to Wildwood for a few days so we could be
together. He couldn't have been more accommodating and said he'd make
arrangements at a Motel his father was part owner of and then call my cell
phone to tell me when he'd be down. After that I tried my best to act
cheery, but I don't think I completely fooled Willie. I had to believe he
was under the impression my gloomy mood was strictly because of my concern
that we'd be apart.... that's what I meant when I said it's not really
being fair to him. In the Mall parking lot, in the car.... Willie put the
top up. We made out for ten minutes or so. I swear that boy can really
get me hot... I felt better afterward. As we drove into Boston, Willie
told me he'd never tasted anything as delicious as me... he's always saying
sweet stuff like that to me and I don't mind admitting those things make me
feel good.
The concert was great. The warm weather, with a nice breeze blowing off
the water... it was an exciting energetic evening at the Bank of America
Pavilion with The Plain White Ts performing. Maybe too many young
screaming girls for either Willie or my taste... and maybe if some of, or
even one of the Ts could have been just a touch cuter... that would have
added to the experience. Willie and I walked around outside the open-sided
tent, before, and after, the concert... there are lots of food and beverage
and T shirt stands. We were "rating" young guys we saw walking by for
levels of cuteness. Willie bought us both a Plain White Ts Tee shirt and
baseball cap with their logo on it. All the time, naturally... Willie had
his arm around my waist as we walked. I was use to the stares by now.
Willie taught me something important... you can't please everyone... why
worry about what people you don't know and will most likely never see
again, why care what they think about you. Good point, but not always easy
to pull off. I was so fond of Willie by now though that I'd much rather
please him than any of the people I passed by. As for Willie... I'm
convinced he really wasn't even aware of these strangers... totally
oblivious to them.
After the concert we went back to Willie's. He drank a beer and to be
sociable I forced one down too and we listened to the CD of The Plain White
Ts that Willie had bought on our way out of the concert. After that Willie
undressed me and when he was undressed we climbed under the covers on his
bed and he got me so hot from making out and then sucking my cock I thought
I'd have my second spontaneous climax of the night, but just short of that
Willie got me on my hands and knees and fucked me on top of his bed, doggy
style this time, and I shot a good load of teen cum on his bedspread... he
shot his up my ass and then really monkey-fucked me for two minutes till I
was hard again. We lay in his bed under the covers and hugged and made out
some more until Willie's boner was as hard as I've ever felt a boner get.
He fucked me this time as I lay on my side and I thought nothing had ever
felt that good... but then, I usually think that when Willie's fucking me.
I wanted to stay for a third go round, but Willie insisted we get to my
place at the time I originally requested.. one o'clock in the morning. I
was heading to Wildwood New Jersey tomorrow morning with Chubby my Mom and
Chubby's Mom.
Outside my condo in his car, Willie held both my hands and made me promise
to be "true" to him, "Dylan, if we're to continue not using condoms you
must be faithful to me. You're my boyfriend and I must insist on that. I
promise not to leave you on your own for two full weeks, I'll arrange my
schedule to make it down there for a few days. OK?" and he hugged me and
told me how much he loved me. Whispering in my ear now he said, "I'll get
a nice room in a good Wildwood motel and fuck you all night... so there
isn't any need for you to worry yourself about that. Lean over here now"
and he held my head in both hands and sucked on the old, almost invisible
hickey from Tuesday night... he sucked on it for quite a while. I was
squirming and saying, "that stings Willie... that's enough" he pulled his
mouth away at one point and sternly said, "quiet down Dylan, and stay
still" and then he went back to sucking until I thought I'd scream. When
he was through... he flicked on the interior car lights for a few seconds
to look at his work and said, "It's OK for now... we can do a better one at
the shore. Come on, I'll walk you to your door".
I know, I know... he's being his version of dominant, but it's harmless
enough. Oh my God, the boners he gives me and all the stuff he buys me and
all the love he shows... I'll let him have his allusion of dominance. It's
minor stuff. Willie sincerely thinks he doing the right thing for me, he
means no harm. At the door Willie says, "Damn, I hate saying goodbye
Dylan... we had our Saturday and Tuesday nights set up so good... and now
we have two weeks of uncertainty. Don't get that worried look on your
face, I already promised I'll be down to see ya for sure. Here, get your
kiss goodnight" and he cupped the back of my head and gave me a good wet
kiss on my lips and a long kiss on the side of my forehead and then he
whispered, "I love you". He turned and walked down the steps... I think he
had a tear or two in his voice, if you know that sound. He got in his car
and drove away. I had a semi boner again, then... smelling a cigarette I
turned around to see Chubby walking down the sidewalk.
How much did he see, I wondered? Chubby was still half a block away... if
Willie had me facing down that way I'd have seen Chubby as far away as
three blocks. I thought of Willie's kiss... especially the long one on my
forehead. My face got bright red as Chubby gave me a strange look, then
flicking his cigarette butt all the way across the street... he said,
to be continued..........
Dylan's Dilemma Part 9 "Wildwood Vacation" ....is an "email only" chapter
meaning I'm not posting it, but I'll gladly email it directly and
individually to anyone requesting it. This will give me a clue about
future chapters... or maybe a clue that I need to think up a new story.
Either way is fine with me. Thanks for the interest of you emailers thus
far... I sincerely hope you are enjoying Dylan's adventure.
Donny Mumford
thinat20@yahoo.com