Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 09:32:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter one (the Hospital) by Donny Mumford

		 DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR by Donny Mumford

		       Chapter One (The Hospital)

I can remember a time when I couldn't wait to get out of school.  Now that
I'm in my senior year, all of a sudden the thought of graduating high
school and being done with it forever doesn't appeal to me so much.  How
did this happen?  Next year I'll be off to college and starting at the
bottom again, as a freshman.  Freshman are the weenies in high school and
college. I'll go from being one of the B.M.O.C. back to being a weenie and
that can't be avoided, but in the meantime I'm determined to enjoy the
remainder of this year. Framingham High provides some perks for seniors,
even for the ones who aren't "big man on campus".  Seniors get reserved
parking spots, we get the best lunch schedule, we're finished with classes
three weeks before everyone else, the hottest prom in years is coming up,
and there's a great Senior Class Trip to New York City in May, plus other
senior-only affairs in the planning stages intended basically to get us out
of class. There are a couple of drawbacks to being a senior, like we gotta
take SATS that actually "count", there's frustration getting into the
college of your choice, more frustration handling the trauma of seeing the
easiest, best days of our lives come to an end... oh, there I go again with
that theme. Well, the truth is we're all getting dangerously close to
leaving our teen years behind and that's disturbing!  My senior year is
more than half over already, I'm still doing OK, no real problems but I
don't think I'm enjoying it like I should be. Oh, before I forget, I need
to clarify my claim to "B.M.O.C." status. I'm the school's Senior editor
for our newspaper, that's my claim to B.M.O.C... kind of a weak, huh? What
the hell, at least it's something to put next to my picture in the
yearbook.  Maybe I'm not enjoying my senior year like I should be but I've
no real worries either, none that are directly associated with being a
senior anyway. No worries other than the concern about dealing with the
"real world".. you know, when I screw-up there's no more falling back on
the handy excuse... "oh, I'm just a mixed-up high school student". Now
people might think of me as an "adult" with responsibilities ... oh my God,
that's a mistake!

All of the above is true enough, but right now I'm just a bored senior,
bored to tears... bored beyond anything a guy should need to endure.  The
course I'm in at this very moment is Social Studies, it's my last class of
the day... the subject we're studying is "collectivism".  Ya say you don't
know what that is?... believe me, you don't wanna know and you especially
don't want to know about it from my Social Studies teacher, old Mrs
Commatoseary.  She speaks in a droning voice, her hippie-style long,
scraggly white hair is halfway down her back and turning yellow at the
ends, does she think that it's a cool fashion statement? There's a mole
that bobs on her chin when she speaks and whenever she says a word ending
in a "ess" sound a fine saliva spray mists over the brown-nosers sitting in
the front row... yuck! Stay clear of this class if you can.  I'm as far
away from that mist as I can get, sitting in the last row and moping
because my best friend, Chubby Romero, is out sick today.  We make each
other laugh in this class by mocking Mrs Commetoseary and acting pretty
much the way we acted in the sixth grade... anything to get us through this
fifty-five minute torture chamber.  Actually, what I've been mostly
thinking about this whole class is Chubby.  Thinking about Chubby and me
and the millions of things we've done together. It's fun to think about
him, actually it's more than that... it's sexy too because I'm secretly in
love with him.

Chubby and I have known each other from birth.  We can actually remember
doing stuff together back to when we were two or three years old.  Well,
maybe it's not remembering the actual "doing" of it so much as it's
remembering the descriptions of it as told and retold by our Moms.  Our
Mom's have been best friends forever too.  Without planning it, they both
got pregnant during their junior year, the same week too although they were
unaware of that until later.  Our Moms, using the half-ass logic of
seventeen year old girls thought it would be sooooo cool to have babies at
the same time so they dropped out of high school eighteen years ago and did
just that... Chubby and me are down here on earth right now as proof they
succeeded. Chubby's Dad married his Mom two months before Chubby was born
but sadly he experienced a brain aneurysm a few months later and his dad
died, only eighteen years old.  Chubby carries a picture of his Dad in his
wallet, he looks like Chubby and now Chubby is the same age his Dad was in
the picture.  It's kind of creepy actually, but I'd never say that to
Chubby.  As for my father, he doesn't even know I'm alive.  Mom didn't tell
him she was pregnant, he enlisted in the Army and hasn't been seen
since. That's not too cool... but anyway, Chubby and I have been linked
through our Moms from before we were even born, and we were inseparable
ever after... inseparable until last year that is.  Around this time last
year we admitted to a major problem, one that needed fixing and the fixing
required a big sacrifice. The sacrifice being our time together... we
couldn't be inseparable any longer.  The root of our problem was
money... lack of it. Both our Moms work as waitresses at Reny's Bar and
Grille and that pays the bills.  That's fine as far as it goes, but there
isn't any money left over for costly teenager automobile insurance and as a
consequence Chubby and me were the only seventeen year old boys in town
without a drivers license. That's the kind of problem we couldn't ignore
any longer... it was too embarrassing, too humiliating.  Healthy teenage
boys without a drivers license?... disgraceful.  But what to do?
Simple... we went looking for ways to earn money. Chubby got a window
washing job through a high school friend, Ricky Ortiz, who's dad owns a
professional window washing company. A couple of month later I got a job
through a new friend of mine, Robby Dickers. His parents own Dickers
Landscaping and Design and they needed one more high school boy to fill out
their summer lawn-cutting crew. Boy, did I jump at that... working side by
side with Robby will be fun.

Chubby and I worked all last summer and saved almost everything we earned.
It was a race...  would we start our senior year without a drivers license,
or would we get enough money fast enough to pay for everything necessary to
put a drivers license in our wallets?... this is serious shit! Work, work,
work and save, save, save... that was us.  We won the race and got our
learners permits, then our drivers licenses, although passing that god damn
road test proved to be problematic for Chubby. He flunked not once, but
twice... he needed three tries to finally pass.  Boy was that an awkward
time. Chubby was very distraught and testy.  I naturally felt real bad for
him but he took everything I said the wrong way. He thought I was making
fun of him and consequently the third time he took the test he wouldn't let
me to go with him.  His friend Ricky was there when Chubby passed.  Of
course it hurt my feelings that Chubby turned to Ricky for support when the
truth is that Chubby's passing or flunking had nothing to do with me or
Ricky.  It was the State Troopers conducting the test that made Chubby so
nervous he couldn't concentrate on driving. Chubby doesn't like authority
figures, he was sure the State troopers had it in for him... that was the
problem. Ricky being with Chubby when he passed was coincidental, that's
all.  Frankly, I don't like Ricky... we almost came to blows the first time
we met and it hasn't warmed-up much between us since then.  Oh what the
hell, Chubby's got his license, that's what's important. Things between
Chubby and me had changed by then anyway... changed because of our
jobs. Jobs which we needed to have even after we got our drivers license
because we still need to pay for gas and for on-going insurance premiums
and other car-related stuff. All that's true, but it doesn't change the
fact that I miss being with Chubby, being with him all the time like we
used to be... I miss our closeness.

My personal situation is more complicated than just being in love with
Chubby, and missing him... and yeah, being jealous of his friendship with
Ricky...  it's more than all that. It's that I'm also in love with the
first gay boyfriend I've ever had, Willie Worthington.  Plus, I'm in love
with my second gay boyfriend, Robby Dickers.  That's right, I'm in love
with three different boys at the same time. I think Mormons are allowed to
have half a dozen wives so maybe I could have three boyfriends... just
kidding!  So, I find myself in a complicated situation with weird
circumstances. Weird because less than a year ago I didn't even know myself
that I was gay.  Since finding out I am, I've had sex with six or seven
different guys and fell in love with two "boyfriends" and one best
friend. That qualifies as weird by almost any standard.  I've been in the
gay "fast sex lane" so ta speak.  I found out I was gay just last Spring
when a senior, Carl Denton, put me under his tutelage.. became my
mentor. He supposedly used his gaydar to somehow detect a gayness in me
that was hidden by my subconscious mind, or something like that, I forget
what he said exactly.  Being experienced in gay matters, Carl performed
some preliminary ground-work which convinced me to try a little gay sex
with him... actually he more or less insisted on it.  I came to like it
quite a bit and so had to admit to myself that he was right...  I'm gay.
Carl fucked me regularly for about three months and I got very attached to
him.  Then I met Willie and my infatuation with Carl drifted away. Later in
the summer Robby "came-out" to me and we fell in love too.  That's about as
brief a synopsis of my eleven month gay sex life as I can offer.  By the
way, only a few people know about me being gay. My best friend Chubby
doesn't even know, I don't think he knows.

Like I said, we still need to make money.  Chubby stayed with the window
washing crew but my landscaping job expired so now I'm a bag boy at the
Super Stop & Shop supermarket.  As mentioned, most of the money we make
goes into the money pit, which is to say, our car.  So, the situation
remains that my job and my extracurricular school activity combine to limit
the time I can spend with Chubby, but don't get me wrong... Chubby and me
are still very tight, best friends. Speaking of friends, I met a great new
one at work. He was my initial trainer when I first started working at Stop
& Shop, his name is Elliott Ellis.  He's very shy, but very nice too and
quite a treat to look at. Elliot's gay like me and certain gay boys have a
tendency to bond quickly which is what we did... we're kind of alike in
temperament and to be honest, Elliot kinda reminds me of Chubby in some
ways... I guess mostly it's just that they're the same size.  Elliot and
his gay friend Jay bonded very quickly too, and then later they bonded as
lovers, which can happen from time to time.  Elliot has Jay for his
boyfriend, and I have at least two boyfriends of my own, so this means
Elliot and me can just enjoy being regular friends without the
complications that can arise from doing casual sex together.  Speaking of
sex, I'm not getting much... my boyfriend Willie goes to Sommerville Prep
which means I don't see a lot of him, maybe twice a month.  My other
boyfriend, Robby, goes to my high school and is even in one of my classes,
but I don't see much of him either.  We both have time-consuming extra
curricular activities at school and I have this part time job, so we're
reduced to sneaking in sexy time together, which is generally only about
once a week. It's frustrating having two boyfriends and almost no sex, not
that I'm a sex fiend or anything like that.  I don't know how much sex
Elliot and Jay are having, we don't talk about private things like
that... no prying between us two.

It was last October that Chubby and me bought our car, a
nineteen-ninety-seven Jeep Wrangler... paid twenty-three hundred dollars
for it.  It's cool, but because of our conflicting schedules one or the
other of us is still without wheels half the time.  Oh well, I'm not
complaining...  really, I'm not.  I like my life, it's not perfect, but
it's fine.  Chubby and I still do lots of things together.  Hell, we live
in the same condo.  About ten years ago Chubby's Mom and my Mom bought the
two-unit condo we live in... the Romeros live upstairs and my Mom and me
live downstairs. The four of us, we're like a family... a family with two
kids, and two Moms, but no Dads.  A lot of things have happened so far in
our senior year, some of them are good and some not so good... the New
England weather has definitely been one of the not so good things.  But
now, in the middle of March, we're finally getting some better weather and
that picks-up everyone's spirits.  Just looking out the classroom window
and seeing grass instead of dirty snow is nice. As I've said, Chubby's
stayed home from school today which means this Social Studies class I'm
suffering through seemed to last twice as long as usual, but now that it's
finally dragged to a close I'm totally done for the day. I don't have
Senior Editor duties today and I'm not scheduled to work at Stop & Shop
today either, so it's a rare free afternoon.  To make it even better, Robby
Dickers and his hot younger brother Dodger are coming over my house for
haircuts. Chubby and I began cutting each others hair when we were ten
years old and I've gotten real good at it.  I think giving haircuts is
cool, especially when it's the Dickers brothers' hair I'm cutting. Oh man!
they are hot boys.  Speaking of haircutting, here's an oddity for
ya... Dodger has a haircut fetish. Really weird!  He gets sexually aroused
from a haircut.  Here's another oddity... both Dickers brothers are gay but
neither of them knows about the other.  They've both told me that they're
gay, but they won't tell each other.  That's not a cool situation for me
because I feel a responsibility not to break the trust each has placed in
me, but at the same time I know they'd be better off if they knew about the
other.  Hey, ya can't make this stuff up!

Finally the school day has ended and while waiting for Robby I'm leaning
against a bus-stop bench smoking a Marlboro light, trying to blow smoke
rings like Willie can do.  I look up to see Robby driving towards me and is
he ever looking so cool, so cute today.  He bought himself a Volkswagen
Beetle convertible in September, it cost six thousand dollars which is all
the money he made last summer plus birthday money and a small loan from his
Dad.  In this damp March weather the top is up on the convertible, but I
can still easily see his brother Dodger sitting shotgun smirking his ass
off.  He's also giving me the finger and sticking his pink tongue out at
me... what a character!  He's even cuter than his brother which is hard to
imagine, but it's a fact.  By the way, Dodger and me have a little secret
sexy history together. He's two years younger than me so you're probably
thinking it was me who initiated that sexy history between us, if so you're
wrong.  I'm an innocent victim to that deviously unpredictable, yet yummy,
sixteen year old sex maniac... well, perhaps "victim" is a poor choice of
words because he is surface-of-the-sun hot so I didn't actually fight off
his advances with a great deal of enthusiasm. Among a number of other
things, one afternoon last summer I was swimming in the Dickers pool,
Dodger jumped onto my back and his four inch boner eventually found it's
way up my ass. He fucked me hot and heavy until I shot a long stream of cum
into the pool water and watched it float to the the top thinking how
excellent the last five minutes had been.  Dodger shot his teen spunk up my
ass and humped in and out of my slippery hole for a couple of minutes after
that.  Oh my God was it ever embarrassing to be "done" like that by a kid
who was fifteen years old at the time... embarrassing, but awesomely hot
too.

With a little smile on my lips thinking about that pool adventure, I
watched Robby park the car at the curb... he always breaks out with a big
smile when he sees me which never fails to makes me feel special. Smirking
and grinning back at both of them, I flicked my cigarette butt into the
gutter only to have it stick to my finger, the red ash pops off and flips
backwards to burn my wrist... goddamnit! I scream. "Hey, you're not a
spazzoid are you... need a ride, dude?" Dodger called out to me.
Ha!... forgetting the burn, I grinned back at him saying, "You two homos
trying to pick me up, or what?" We just break balls calling each other
"homo" and gay stuff like that... it's to show everyone we're really not
homos, although all three of us actually are. As I'm getting into the car,
Dodger scoots over to straddle the bucket seats allowing me some of the
passenger seat.  I was hoping he'd sit on my lap like he did occasionally
last summer. Not this time though, he just sits up tight against my leg and
says, "Put your arm around my neck, Dylan... I don't have a seat belt
on". Dodger's had a crush on me since the day Robby introduced us, and for
the most part it's kool. There are times however when Dodger has been known
to get carried away and things can get a tad awkward.  I put my arm across
his shoulders and he immediately took my hand and pulled on it so it pulled
our bodies tight together from thigh to the top of our shoulder, my left
shoulder up against his right shoulder.  "You're my seat belt" he said. I
just shook my head a little, with Dodger, what the hell ya gonna do.  We
drive to Burger King for some dollar-menu items.  We're also killing a
little time while waiting for my Mom to leave the condo for work. It's nice
having the place all to ourselves. Ordering our food, then finding a
partially clean empty table to eat it... everything is fine until Dodger
gets us kicked-out for tossing ketchup packets at some of his friends who
are sitting on the other side of the room.  He's a riot... we get back in
the car for the drive to my condo with Robby chastising Dodger and Dodger
making faces at me trying to get me to laugh. He's got my arm around his
neck again, holding hands with me this time... Mmmmm, that's giving me a
nice boner in my pants.  Robby seems unaware that Dodger is mauling
me... guess he labels it "rough-housing" which is OK with me.  It's only
some innocent flirting. Then... wha?... there's this god-awful loud
crashing sound way off in the distance some place, likes it's in my head
too, but far away...  it's enough to give ya a headache... what the hell?

Whatever, we're at my house and while piling out of the car, Dodger yells,
"Me first, Robby. You go upstairs and use Dylan's computer so I can enjoy
my haircut fetish alone, just me and my personal barber." Robby usually
lets Dodger have his way, everybody does... Dodger's spoiled, but he's so
cool and cute he gets away with it.  We've known about Dodger's haircut
fetish for almost a year now.  We also know about Dodger's propensity to
whack himself off four or five times a day. We know because Dodger confided
that stuff to us last summer.  He tells us embarrassing stuff like that,
but he won't tell Robby about his sexual orientation... go figure.  To
clarify something that I know but Robby doesn't... Dodger whacked off four
or five times a day until he hooked-up with his young sex-buddy near the
end of last summer. His youthful sex bud is Vinnie De Marco, a neighbor of
the Dickers who just turned fifteen last July.  Vinnie's been getting
fucked by Dodger on a regular basis for six months or so...  Dodger doesn't
need to wack-off as often with Vinnie in the picture.  I know about Vinnie
because Dodger excitedly told me about him. Even so, I can't tell Dodger
about me and Robby or that would "out" Robby to Dodger.  It sounds more
complicated than it is. Anyway, I've been hooking up with the brothers for
almost a year now and lately I'm catching myself taking their extraordinary
good looks for granted but today they look especially hot and I can't
ignore it.  Compared to most boys our age, Chubby and me are a couple of
cute guys too, so I'm not putting out any false modesty here, my boyfriend
Willie is wicked cute as well, but believe me, none of us are in a league
with the Dickers brothers.  Those boys, Robby and Dodger, are cute with
pretty facial features that will turn super handsome when they
mature... handsome like male models. Chubby's kinda like that too, but just
not to the Dickers level. So, we're talking some special looking kids when
we're talking about the Dickers boys.

How to describe them?  Well, to start with, Dodger and Robby have that kind
of pore-less pinkish/white skin that always looks clean and fresh and tight
and new.  They have a rosy blotch of color on each of their cheek
bones... ultra-healthy looking.  The rosy cheek blotches appear to glow
when the boys blush, which Robby does much more often than Dodger.  Robby
has silky two-toned blond hair and blue eyes while Dodger's eyes are bright
brown, alive and full of mischief. His hair is brown, but it's just as
silky and full as Robby's blond hair.  Aside from their eyes, their faces
are identical.  Like I said, Dodger wins the cuteness contest but only
because he's two years younger and everyone knows that a younger anything
or anyone is almost always cutest. They both have the same bow shaped rosy
lips and cute chin. Dimples appear with their grin, big dimples with a full
smile.  Their full smile shows off very white delicate-looking teeth that
have the slightest separation between each of the top ones.  Both have
identical boyish voices, little ski noses, fine-haired eyelashes and tight
narrow eyebrows made-up of light brown hairs. I always think of the boys
being like a drawing of the ideal teenage boy.  Nicely shaped regular-size
ears which stick-out slightly from their perfectly shaped heads. The ears
sticking out makes them seem more "real" somehow... a slight imperfection.
I got kinda use to Robby's looks from ogling him at school before we became
friends, and then the first time I saw him standing next to his brother it
blew my mind.  Pete and repeat, near perfection for the perfect all-boy
"look".  The thing is, they're so natural with everything, it's as if they
have no idea they look this good.  You find yourself staring at them, what
else can you do.  It's awesome to be gay and able to appreciate their
special appearance, their beauty.  That's just one of the reasons I'm glad
I'm gay, I get to appreciate the faces and bodies of the few really special
boys I see from time to time. They represent the special few boys who
lucked-out with the right combination from the gene pool.  I remember being
at the movies with Chubby, Dodger and Robby one time and running into my
boyfriend Willie. Willie and the friend he was with just stared at the
Dickers boys in awe, with their mouths hanging open. Willie called me later
to ask me why I'd never mentioned these boys and I said, "Oh, gee, I don't
know, they're just some friends of mine."  I was having fun with him
pretending it was no big deal, Willie was impressed that I even knew boys
like Dodger and Robby. If you happen to be gay, the Dickers boys will get
your attention... even if you're not gay, ya gotta stare.

Inside the condo Robby headed into my bedroom to surf the "net".  He yelled
over his shoulder, "Call me when you're ready, Dylan."  Then, to Dodger he
says, "Don't make a mess in your underwear ya little perv" but he was just
kidding around, the brothers get along famously.  On the way downstairs to
the finished basement Dodger whispers, "This is your lucky day, Dylan.  I
feel extra horny so I'll give ya a quickie fuck in the half bath before the
haircut.  Ya still got that lube down here, don't ya?" and he goosed my
ass, reaching between my legs almost catching hold of my balls.  I could
only squeak out a weak, "You wish..." because I was horny as hell myself,
and that goose felt damn good.  Robby and I talked at lunch about how we
might sneak in a little sex this afternoon but we were forced to conclude
it would be impossible with Dodger around. He's like gum on my
shoe... where I go, Dodger goes.  It's flattering, but what I really wanted
was to spend some time with a naked Robby... we don't get to be naked
together too often.  Speaking of naked, these two have that same
pinkish/white flawless skin all over their hairless bodies as well.  I
always feel I want to lick them whenever I see them naked.  Last summer it
wasn't all that rare to see these two naked because of the swimming pool in
their back yard. I addition, Robby and Dodger are not even a little bit shy
about being naked in front of others. The first day I met Dodger was at the
pool... I didn't have a bathing suit that day so Dodger stepped out of the
little speedo he was wearing and, handing it to me, says, "You can wear
mine, I'll go in the house and get another one". Can you imagine how
speechless I was?  This fifteen year old stranger with the cutest face I've
ever seen is standing totally naked in front of me.  My mouth is hanging
open, my eyes are wide as I'm holding his tiny wet speedo bathing suit, a
suit so small that I couldn't have fit into back in Middle School.  Then my
eyes got even wider as I looked at it more closely and notice that Dodger
had left prominent "skid marks" along the crotch, and if all that wasn't
shocking enough, I looked up from that to stare at his three inch dick,
three inches at the most.  It was a perfect pink penis with a rosy colored
helmet head, but the tiny size of it!  I had a dick that size when I was
eleven years old.  I remember gulping and tentatively looking over at Robby
who didn't seemed the slightest bit phased by any of it.  Later I
discovered Robby's penis is the exact same size.  Almost four inches when
boned up, but only three inches when flaccid. Their dick size, and their
ears sticking out a little are the only things keeping them from
perfection, and actually the ears sticking out a little is kinda cute so
maybe it's just the three inch cocks that keeps them from being perfect
specimens of the All American boy. The rest of their bodies reflect the
perfection of their incredibly good looks.  They have athletic bodies, with
excellent natural definition in arm, legs, chest and stomach.  Flowing
subtle muscles and a graceful manner of movement... just yummy to see and,
oh my God, they both had the same delightful smell floating up naturally
from them.  It can make your eyes water, your mouth too... it did
mine. Well, that was then and this is now, but that first look at a three
inch dick on a fifteen year old boy tends to stays with a person.

In my condo, at the bottom of the steps, Dodger pulled his Polo golf shirt
over his head and says, "I want to feel the cut hairs drift off my
shoulders, Dylan.  Is that OK?" I mumbled, "Sure" as I inhaled the odor
floating up from his bare torso.  What a body he has!  As I mentioned, both
boys are slim with taut, hard muscles just barely noticeable.  I loved
Dodger's small nipples popping out of their circle of rosy skin matching
the rosy blotches on his cheeks.  He sat there docilely playing with
himself through his jeans, waiting with panting anticipation for me to buzz
his hair.  Sitting on the stool with his shoulders sloped a little forward
like boys normally sit, I felt like yelling out, "straighten those
shoulders Dodger, sit up straight!".  He'd laugh at that, but instead of
yelling anything, I quietly stared at this perfect figure of a boy and
marveled that I was having sex with the slightly larger version of this
same body. Robby and I weren't having much sex lately, but when we do
managed to sneak some sex in it's so hot it's worth the wait.  So far, it's
mostly me fucking Robby, but we both suck each other off at times
too... even rim each other.  We can get into it all pretty good.  Oh
man!...  Robby has the most fantastic tight bubble butt ass with just
enough give in each buttocks to get a grip on.  I spank his ass for him
pretty good before sticking my boner up inside his hole, way up between
those rosy bright red buttocks.  Robby loves the gay sex, and getting
fucked is what he likes the best.  With me he acts submissive but he isn't
like that normally, although he's on the shy side a little bit too.  That
all changes when he's playing baseball. Then he's very authoritative and
demanding.  The guys voted him co-captain and they quickly respond to what
he tells them to do.  No one thinks Robby's gay and that including me until
he came "out" to me.  I began to be suspicious near the end of last summer,
but him coming out to me and telling me he had the world's biggest crush on
me still took me mostly by surprise at the time... Oh my God, both Dickers
boys have a crush on me.  There must be something about me that they've
both become subconsciously attracted to.  I wonder what it is? Carl would
probably know but he's going to college in Massachusetts now, I haven't
seen him in months.

Dodger snapped me out of my dazed condition by asking, "What wrong, Dylan?
You're not mad at me, are you?"  He can act very contrite when he thinks
I'm upset with him.  I said, "Oh no Dodger... you know I space out once in
awhile.  You want the cape for your lap to keep the hairs off your jeans?"
He goes, "Nah, the cape gets in the way of me playing with myself". I
rubbed his hair roughly with my fingers... feels so soft.  What I'd really
like to do is pay him back for fucking me, raping me actually, in his pool.
I'd love to fuck his tight little ass and I've fantasized about a threesome
of Dodger, me, and his little toughie boyfriend, Vinnie De Marco.  The last
time I saw Vinnie he had some acne, but not too much, and a couple of
piercings which I care for.  Well, I like my earring, but that's it for
body piercing.  Vinnie is so submissive to Dodger while Dodger isn't
submissive to anyone.  Boy, that would be so interestingly hot, the three
of us naked in bed together somewhere. See how pathetic I'm getting,
fantasizing about these little perverts?  But, oh man, the three of us
would be hot! The trouble is, I'm not getting enough sexy time with Willie
or Robby and once you've gotten a lot of sex, like I had last summer, you
get to needing it... like a drug.  Actually I don't do drugs... just some
booze on rare occasions and of course I do smoke cigarettes, Marlboro
lights, but that's it for drugs, if a cigarette even is a drug.  I used to
think that having two boyfriends would be a tricky proposition, I didn't
think it could work out at all.  Surprise! When I confessed to each of them
about the other, both Willie and Robby surprised me by wanting to continue
our relationship. They're both jealous of the other, but they're also both
wicked competitive so each thinks they'll win me over and make me drop the
other one.  How could I be in a better position than that? Sometimes I
think I love Willie more than Robby, but then when I'm with Robby I
sometimes think I love him the most... I love them both, I know that
much. I'm daydreaming again and Dodger whines, "Dylannnnn, start my
haircut".. .  I should have started his haircut already, but... hey, am I
getting a headache or what... it's hard to concentrate and I'm wicked
thirsty.

Once I get going, Dodger's haircut doesn't take long. Buzz cuts are fast,
but I usually drag it out to help Dodger enjoy his fetish.  He never talks
when I'm cutting his hair and today he's groping himself and leaning his
body against me whenever he can, his bright brown eyes closed as he quietly
goes, "Mmmmmm" "ooooohhh".  It's a balancing act at times, keeping him from
falling off the bar stool we use for haircuts, he gets so docile.  Finished
with buzzing his hair to a quarter inch, I go over it again pressing down
on the clippers attachment to get the sound of just the very tips of his
hair being cut and Chubby makes a hissing sound between his teeth and rubs
the boner poking up his lap as his arousal grows stronger.  Finished with
the clippers, but before turning on the trimmers to outline across his
forehead and down the sides around his ears and so forth, I couldn't help
myself... he's so yummy I put my arm around his neck, leaned down pulling
his head over so I could kiss him a long wet kiss high on his
forehead. Dodger moaned and held onto my forearm with both hands, totally
leaning back into me now. I rubbed over his nipples which were both hard as
little cherry jujubes candy.  Rubbing down his chest and over his
understated baby six packs and then down to finger his "innie" belly button
and down to slip under his elastic waist band on his basketball shorts.  I
felt the wet tip of his four inch boner and wanted to taste it so badly,
but instead I awkwardly got my thumb and forefinger around his cock and
stroked the skin up and down a few times causing Dodger to whimper, still
leaning back against my chest. I was resting my cheek on top of his buzzed
head when he blew a fine spray of spit out making his usual hissing sound,
the one he makes when sexually aroused.  I took my hand out of his pants
and straightened up as soon as I felt additional precum, Dodger mumbled a
begging, "Nooo, don't stop..." Then he added, "You're the coolest kid ever,
Dylan... kiss me again." And I did.  By now I had a painfully hard boner
poking out my shorts, which quickly began losing stiffness when we heard
Robby pounding down the stair.  I let go of Dodger's body pushing him
upright, him muttering, "Shit..." as I went about using the trimmer
clippers outlining and emphasizing Dodgers perfect hairline. Robby says,
"Ya almost done?  I'm bored."

Dodger grunted, "It's only been five minutes, Robby... I didn't even get
much from my god damn fetish yet!"  Ignoring Dodger, Robby asks, "Is it OK
to smoke down here, Dylan?"  I go, "Absolutely not!  My Mom would kill
me..."  Robby looked embarrassed he'd even asked so I smiled to show I was
kidding, and said, "Sure, you can smoke Robby.  Mom won't be home for ten
hours. Put that vent fan on first though, and give me a drag." Robby turned
on the fan and lit a cigarette, then said, "It's been more like twenty
minutes Dodger, don't hog Dylan all to yourself!"  I finished outlining
Dodgers hair giving him pointed sideburns.  Rubbing his head again to feel
the velvet hairs, even at a quarter inch long they felt velvety.  "You look
too cool, Dodger" I said as I gave him a two arm hug from behind.  He
squeezed my arms and leaned back into me again.  Damn, I'm horny as hell
today... my boner was coming back up.  As I was letting go of Dodger, Robby
held his cigarette at my lips and I took a drag on the wet filter.  Love
the way Robby "lips" his filters so I get some of his spit when I take a
drag.  Then, turning to Robby we exhaled long waves of smoke into each
others face like we always do, just for fun and because we think it's
sexy. Damn, he looks cute! Robby took another drag and held it in while he
put the cigarette to my lips and after my drag we got our faces closer
together and exhaled the same way except this time we exhaled with a mist
of spit mixed in. Robby and I wiped our faces with the palms of our hand
laughing at how stupid we are. Dodger hopped off the stool and said, "You
two are weird." then sweetly, "Can I have a cigarette, Robby?" Dodger took
his cigarette and sat up on the washing machine to watch me cut his
brother's hair while he smoked it.  Chubby and I will share our cigarettes
sometimes when we smoke together and Robby picked up on that.  Now he likes
to do it occasionally when he and I smoke together too. I can't tell you
how flattering it is to be liked so much by these boys.  I feel like I'm
special to them and it gives me more confidence in myself... maybe this is
a little bit how a rock star feels.

Well, now I get to fondle Robby while I give him a haircut.  He has the
only haircut of this type in Framingham high school.  I'm speaking of his
old-time flattop haircut... we think it's the kind of flattop kids had in
the fifties. The reason I say that is because both Chubby and me remember
my grandfather's high school year book being filled with boy's wearing that
type haircut. The pictures are faded black and white photos, but the
haircuts look the same and we think it's kind of cool!  Last summer my
boyfriend Willie got a flattop like that at an old guy's barbershop without
knowing any better.  The old-time barber cut Willie's hair into this
flattop which wasn't what Willie had in mind at all.  It wasn't what Willie
wanted, but never-the-less he nagged me into getting one so I'd be like
him, and then Robby saw it and wanted to be like me. Yes, teens want to be
like their friends... so what?  Anyway, Willie's back in Prep school so now
he and I have the style haircut that's popular at that prep school which
happens to be a nineteen-seventies over-the-collar layered cut.. ugh!  Too
much hair for me, but I kinda give in to Willie's wishes. Anyway, Robby was
the last one to still have the flattop and now he's sticking with it.  He
likes it and so do I, but... you know, Willie bosses me around a little so
I got this long hair style over my ears, covering my cool earring. When I
get my hair cut it's at the barbershop on the Prep school campus.  Willie
decides I need a haircut and he'll drive us all the way back to prep school
and we get haircuts together.  Once we stayed overnight up there in a motel
and that was so hot!  He's rich... well, it's Willie's folks who are the
rich ones actually, but they see to it that Willie always has money.
Enough about Willie though, I got Robby Dickers sitting on a stool in front
of me and I get to cut his hair for him.  Robby's sort of submissive to me
like I am to Willie...  it's fun both ways for me.  Just one more reason
I'm the luckiest kid I know.

This is going to sound like bragging after the way I described Robby, but
here goes anyway. Robby and I have the same hair and same body structure.
Same size and all that.  Last year the college kids working for Dickers
Landscaping called us the Bobbsey Twins all summer long, whoever the
Bobbsey Twins are. They called us that not because we look alike, which we
don't, but because of our hair being identical and the same for our bodies.
Robby and I are five foot ten.  His brother Dodger is only five foot-seven
now, but he's still growing... all three of us are slim.  So, I already
said Robby has the two-toned blond hair, silky and it's a bit wavy when
it's long enough, like mine is now.  It's great hair if I do say so myself,
so it's super fun to mess with and cut.  I started Robby's haircut by
running my fingers through his two inch long hair on top. Hairs that were
trained to stand straight up from his scalp, so dense... millions of fine
silky threads.  It was sexy to me.  After a minute or so Robby did the same
thing his brother did, he leaned his body back against me. Robby and I use
to do these intimate massages before work last summer, so for old time sake
I did a version of it on him now.  Massaging his shoulders and up the back
of his head and with my finger tips all over his scalp.  Oh my God that boy
smells so good I could cry.  He was making quiet humming sounds, his eyes
closed and his body completely docile. I love the boy, but I think he is
even more in love with me.  How can anyone be as lucky as I am?  I worry
about that sometimes, worry that some bad luck has to come my way to equal
out the great good luck I have... so far, so good.  Breaking the mood,
Dodger whines, "Why didn't you do that massaging thing for me, Dylan?
That's not fair."  He can be very childish at times, I think it's because
he's so spoiled, not that I mind the childish act he has.  I say, "Sorry!
Next time, Dodger." He stubs-out his cigarette on top of an empty coke can
and pouts leaning up against the washer now with his arms folded across his
chest. Smiling at Dodger, then blowing him a kiss, I began to run the
clippers, with a number two attachment, up Robby's head, all around sides
and back and then tapered into longer hairs near the top of his head.  I
took my time cutting Robby's hair, enjoying all the touching and the
pleasant scent of him, it got warm and dreamy in the finished basement.
With a steady hand and bare clipper blades I cut a half inch or so off the
top of Robby's flattop hair being careful to keep it perfectly flat.  Robby
was as still as can be making an almost imperceptible humming sound. Done
with the haircut now, except for the trimmer clippers to outline around the
ears, we hear a splash in the half bath... what the hell?

Dodger was inside, he yells, "Fuck!  I'm all wet".  The door slams open and
he comes out with the front of his jeans soaked through.  Robby and I look
at him quizzically, he whines, "I filled up the sink to dunk my head and
get the clippings off, but I hit my head on the soap dispenser instead and
it came off the wall to land in the water which splashed all over me."
Robby goes, "Jesus, Dodger...  only you could fuck that up".  Dodger was
pulling off his jeans with one hand and giving Robby the finger with the
other. The soap dispenser has been wobbly for two years, Dodger finally
knocked it off the wall... not a big deal.  Chuckling at Dodger, I outlined
Robby's haircut with the detail clippers, ran my fingers through his
flattop haircut one more time and then heard Dodger speaking softly to me,
he was so close to my head I felt his breath on my ear, "Remember the pool,
Dylan?"  I started to turn my head as he jumped up on my back wrapping his
feet around and in front of my thighs.  I felt his boner on my lower back
right away and I just knew he was naked from the waist down.  Why was he
doing this with Robby here?  I go, "Are you crazy?" and Dodger says, "Pull
his pants down, Robby".  My eyes opened wide as Robby hopped off the stool
with this huge grin on his face, and says, "Surprise!" while he's yanking
my elastic-waisted sweatpants over my skinny hips and down below my knees.
I'm speechless.  Dodger licks my ear, mumbling, "Last Saturday I finally
told Robby I'm gay and he told me about you two being boyfriends and all,
so we planned this little surprise for you, Dylan".  Robby pulled down my
jockey underwear and said, "Oh, what a nice big penis you have!" rubbing my
hairless crotch and lightly squeezed my nuts.  I was so startled I'm
mumbling, "Ah, Robby, let's... ah can you?..." but before I could finish he
got right down on his knees to take my cock in his mouth.  I stuttered now,
"You, ah both... Satur...?" This is definitely the biggest surprise party
of my life.  My penis is not unusually big, it's an uncut six inches and
stays about six inches when boned up, like it was getting to be right now.
Robby and I suck each others cock whenever we get the chance so my dick
recognized a familiar mouth and responded quickly.  Dodger's four inch
spike was poking the top of my buttocks, then it dragged a line of precum
down to my hole I thought I'd blow my load right then.  I go, "This is
unbelievable guys, but Dodger you're choking me... ahhh ohh, Robby, that
feels so good" my cock was boned up pretty good.  Breathing in hot little
spurts without commenting, Dodge loosened his hold around my throat, slid
down my back a little and began poking different spots in my crack with his
fat-headed four inch boner.  He found my asshole with the forth poke and
pushed for two, then three seconds and in went his cock. Without thinking I
bent my knees a little to accommodate his cock, groaned and then grunted
out, "No....  Ohhh ahhh, yeah... oh fuck, Dodger, that's hot." Dodger
humped me a few times, then adjusted his legs and arms around me to get
more comfortable... he was putting out a lot of energy. It was obviously
from the ease Dodger's boner humped inside my asshole that he'd used
Vaseline from the half bath... Robby and I used it a few times ourselves.

There aren't many things come to mind that might feel better than getting
fucked and sucked simultaneously by the Dickers brothers.  I couldn't catch
my breath, I knew I was missing some of the sensations but the ones I took
note of felt as good as anything has ever felt. Dodger did a very energetic
rapid fucking of my hole, then let go of my body and hopped down off my
back with his boner pulling out of me... I went, "Eeeee, ooooh.... why...?"
Robby stood up and undid his pants smiling at me, "Fun, Dylan..?" he asked,
I nodded my head in a daze.  Dodger smacked my ass a few times saying,
"We're gonna do the train with Robby the engine and me the caboose" then
more smacks on my ass.  "Aw, stop that" I say as I'm turning to look at
Dodger.  He and I have shaved pubes, Robby's aren't shaved right now
because of Spring baseball practice, he needed to let his grow in.  My cock
was a six inch boner pointing up my T-shirt.  Dodger's cock is small, but
perfectly formed, sticking straight out from his groin looking wet and
shiny from the vaseline and ass juices... I always think of an artist
drawing of a perfect male penis when I see Dodger's.  His face was flushed
and his eyes danced when he grinned at me saying, "We surprised ya, didn't
we Dylan?"  What an incredibly beautiful boy he is.  I numbly nodded my
head as Robby fisted my boner with a Vaseline saturated tissue.  He said,
"I need you to fuck me hard Dylan, pound my ass... I know Dodger is gonna
pound yours. Ain't ya Dodger?"  Dodger stands next to me, almost facing me
and says, "You know it Robby" then he says, "Bend your knees a little
Dylan, you're too tall for me" and with that he spanks my ass with his open
hand "smack smack smack" I'm trying to move away from his spanking but
Robby's right in front of me playing with his semi-hard cock grinning while
he mumbles, "Spank that boy Dodger, spank him!.." I'm bending my knees
hoping it'll get Dodger to stop spanking me.  Then, just like that Dodger's
boner is right back up my ass and with both his arms around my belly, he
fucks me fast for a minute pulling his four inch spike out entirely after
each thrust and then driving it back in past my sphincter ring, and humping
it four inches up my ass, precum is dripping from my cock and I'm going,
"Oh oh oh" with each hump.  Robby has big shiny eyes watching Dodger fuck
me.  Robby never has fucked me, he's a bottom boy.  After a bit Robby's
seen enough, he turns around so his back is to me, reaches behind himself
and grabs my boner to line it up with his hole and pushes back on it... my
boner goes up his ass five inches, just like that.  "Holy shit!" I mutter
and start humping my cock as Robby's pushing back while Dodger's got his
own humping going on...  Dodger yells, "Stop... get in rhythm guys" I was
dizzy with so many sexy sensations all over my body. We're all sweaty
around our crotches and by now the Vaseline has almost liquefied from the
body heat so that stuff was drooling down the front and back of my
thighs. Honestly it's impossible for me to determine what feels better, my
boner or my asshole.

Starting together we get in "time" with the humping and electrical currents
start whizzing around my body making me shutter and shake.  I can't help
myself, the feelings I'm experiencing has my eyes blinking, my boner
twitching, my toes curling, shivers up and down my back, my sphincter
muscle contracting and me grunting and moaning, "Do it!  Harder!"  Dodger
is fucking me fast in the normal manner now, his crotch pounding my
buttocks with each thrust of that fat-headed cock of his, slam, slam, slam,
slam... me going, "oop.  oop, oop, oop!".  Dodger smacks my ass and I smack
Robby's ass as we fuck, fuck, fuck together.  He set the pace so I'm doing
the same to Robby that Dodger is doing to me and, surprisingly, Robby fires
off his load first making strangling sounds while stroking his boner with a
tight fist.  An arch of cum shoots out two feet before heading for the
floor.  His sphincter closes down on my boner and I fired a long stream of
spunk up his ass as Dodger does the same up my ass... cum running down the
back of Robby's and my legs. More contractions as Robby squeezes out more
spurts of cum, me and Dodger following with more spurts of our own.  Dodger
and I keep humping, but at a slower and slower pace.  When I climaxed up
Robby's tight asshole I squealed like a twelve year old experiencing a
jerk-off climax for the first time.  Dodger blew a long saliva filled
exhale at the back of my neck.  The three of us were whimpering quietly,
enjoying the sensations of aftershock... I'm thinking, "A Dickers brother
sandwich and I'm the baloney"... awesome!  Robby says, "My turn to be the
caboose......" and I realize something is wrong with this
picture.......... and I've never been this thirsty before in my life!

My head hurts and it's getting light outside... Then I'm thinking, "wait a
minute! that's not my bedroom window.  Where am I?  So thirsty... and, oh
what a fucking hot dream that was! Was it a dream or did it happen?  No, it
had to be a dream... Oh my fucking head!"  Thinking about the dream and
reaching down to stroke my cock, but my arm is held back.  Looking over I
see it's attached to a board or something... and what's that? an IV in my
arm....?  I barely have my eyes open, the light hurts them. Just looking
through my eyelashes at the sun coming through the window and the blinking
lights from a machine of some kind... I hear a subtle beep at regular
intervals. Obviously I'm in the fucking hospital... but why?  Hmmmm?  With
my other hand I reach down and feel my dick, there's a tube running out of
it, this is getting science fiction weird!  My pubes have grown in a
little.  Chubby and me shaved our pubes the night before he got sick and
then the next day Robby and Dodger were coming over my house for
haircuts... just like the dream. But did they ever come over...?  I don't
remember.  Wait... we were in Burger King, then we got in Robby's
Volkswagen and what...?  the loud noise.  My eyes close, so thirsty.... so
tired....gotta sleep...

My head doesn't hurt so bad the next time I wake-up, but it's dark in
here... oh fuck I need something to drink!  Are these people trying to kill
me?  One eye open, and.. NO! ... OH MY GOD! Someone is in bed with me... am
I dreaming again?  My eyes feel like they're stuck together, but more
importantly, that smell... it can't be, but it has to be.  It's Chubby,
that's his natural smell... I'm fucking dreaming again... except, I know
I'm not. Somehow I roll over on my back and out of the corners of partly
opened eyes I stare at the body next to me, it's definitely Chubby.  Clouds
move past the full moon and in the moonlight I see him. He's also on his
back, right next to me.  I feel my eyes watering.. fuck, they're tears but
they loosen the dried matter on my eyelashes so I can open them
easier. It's Chubby here with me, but how?  I love him so much, he's so
cute laying there. Such an innocent face, but a little tough guy too... how
can he look like both things at the same time, innocent and tough?  but he
does.  His buzzed brown hair, like Dodgers hair.  He and Dodger have a lot
in common actually... well, Dodgers more beautifully cute, but Chubby's
mighty cute himself and he's kinda beautiful too.  He's about five
feet-six-inches tall, shorter than all of us now that Dodger's been
growing.  No, not shorter than all of us... he's Elliot's height, they're
the same. Chubby is very slim with a nice taut body, only about a
hundred-fifteen pounds, but strong... a body I've always loved to touch and
hug.  His profile in the moonlight is so nice.  He has small features,
nose, ears, chin, his cute lips always curled up at the ends... almost a
perpetual grin.  His skin tone is hard to make-out in this dim light but
I've seen it a million times... the clear smooth tannish healthy looking
skin. His father's Hispanic and his Mom's Italian.  Beautiful skin all over
Chubby, I've always been jealous of... wish I had it.  I even like his
earring that that shit-head Ricky makes his window washer crew wear, hate
to say it but it looks so cool on Chubby... maybe not quite as cool as
mine, but cool.

It has to be a fantasy or a dream, but yet I know it's real.  I have no
idea what he's doing here but I'm going to take this opportunity to tell
him I'm gay and that I'm in love with him.  I'll get it over with once and
for all.  In this situation, how can Chubby be disappointed or angry with
me, me in some kind of serious condition here in the hospital, ya know.
Robby had the guts to tell me he was gay and that he had a wicked crush on
me and I'm going to have the guts to tell Chubby the same about him.  When
I was finally able to utter some words, what I said instead was,
"Water... water... Chubby wake-up, I need something to drink!"  No luck, my
voice is too weak.  I reached over to feel his arm, it's real alright.
More tears rolled down my cheeks as I continued to stare at Chubby's
sleeping face.  I know now that I love him more than anyone, more than
Willie or Robby or even my Mom.  Working up the courage to speak out and
tell Chubby my secrets, my heart pounding, me holding Chubby's hand, I'm
finally able to try speaking again.  I weakly called his name, then
again... when I called him one more time his eyes opened wide, his head
turned and he looked into my open eyes and making a gasping sound he began
scrambling backward off the hospital bed, like he'd seen a ghost.  He was
making gargling sounds in his throat as he fell backward onto the floor.
Half a second later, like a cat, he springs back up on his feet saying,
"Dylan, you're conscious, you're awake!  Oh my God!" tears streaming down
his face now as he scrambled back on top of the bed and hugged my head
kissing my cheek.  I mumbled my confession of love except what came out
again was, "Water... my throat... my mouth... juice, something..."

Chubby moves sleek and fast when he wants to.  One last quick wet kiss on
my cheek, close to the corner of my mouth this time, and he was back off
the bed onto his feet.  First he clicked on a dim light and then he quickly
rustled around on the small table next to my bed.  After knocking a few
items onto the floor he began pouring water from a pitcher into a plastic
cup that had a lid with a straw sticking out the middle.  I watched his
every move while trying to swallow, anticipating that water, but there
wasn't enough moisture in my mouth to allow a swallow.  I've never been
this thirsty and my mouth and tongue have never been bone dry like this
before either.  I began breathing faster as Chubby held the cup to my lips,
pushing the straw between them.  It was ice water, I slurped it down too
fast giving myself a Popsicle headache at my temples but I didn't care,
nothing ever tasted so good as that water.  This time it was tears of
relief rolling down both my cheeks as I mumbled, "More, Chubby... more
water...".  We were both crying, for some reason.  He got me another cup,
but this time I only could manage half of it.  I smacked my lips together
and moved my tongue all around inside my mouth... oh the relief that water
provided.  Chubby stared at me with eyes wide like he couldn't believe what
he was seeing.  Dawn was breaking outside my window and this strange world
I found myself in was becoming clearer... my mind seemed to awaken with
each swallow of water and now with my thirst satisfied I looked at Chubby
and asked, "What the fuck's going on? Why are we here?"  Chubby wiped his
runny nose with the back of his hand, climbed back on top of the covers
right next to me, put his arm under my neck the way we used to sit in the
recliner watching the Red Sox games, and said, "You don't remember the
accident?" and then he told me about it.

When Robby, Dodger and I left Burger King we were grousing at Dodger for
getting us thrown-out. Dodger, sitting in the middle got his arm around my
neck, this time he was saying this new position would be his seat belt and
as Robby pulled into traffic the right front tire blew-out and pulled the
car to the right hitting the curb as we were being rear ended by an
SUV... the driver couldn't stop quickly enough.  The big heavy SUV hit the
back left part of the bumper creating a loud crashing sound while a freaky
circumstance of angles slowly tilted our car till it overturned onto the
passenger side door.  The whole thing took but a few seconds, but it had
seemed like slow motion to Robby and Dodger. Afterward Robby was hanging in
the air by his seat belt and shoulder strap, Dodger piled up behind me with
my body acting as a cushion for him, neither of the brothers had a scratch,
my head cracked against the curb and I've been unconscious since
then... well, until the scent of Chubby woke me up.  Willie, Robby, Dodger,
Chubby, Mrs Ganders from the school, Chubby's Mom, Tris, and others tried
to visit but only immediate family were allowed to visit intensive care
patients.  My only immediate family is my Mom.  She was here as much as she
could be, but we are poor folk and Mom needed to work.  When Willie arrived
he pompously pitched a bitch and tried throwing around names of rich people
his family knows to try impressing somebody enough to allow him in to see
me, but nurses don't give a shit about rich people and Willie had to return
to Prep school without even getting a glance at my unconscious self.  All
the others gave up... but of course Chubby merely rolled his eyes at the
nurses, cursed under his breath, told them inane factoids and left until
dark.  After dark each night he came in through the emergency room
entrance, stole an orderlies scrubs and walked brazenly past three nurses
station to sneak into my monitored room.  I was hooked up to monitors and
had no nursing visits between eleven o'clock at night and six o'clock in
the morning.  Chubby slept in my hospital bed with me each of the ten
nights I was here so if I became conscious during the night, I wouldn't be
alone. During the day, nurses and orderlies bustled all over the place.
Chubby whispered sweet things about missing me and how important I am to
him... I don't think I've ever seen Chubby cry like this, me too.  Our
faces together, are tears mingling and running down our cheeks.  It
reminded me of my desperate concern for Chubby when the Ortiz brothers beat
the shit out of us and Chubby wound-up in the hospital... that was just
about a year ago.

We both dozed off after a bit, Chubby first.  I have felt a closeness with
Chubby over the years that I don't believe many people ever feel with
another and now that closeness has taken another step higher, tighter, more
intense... sure, it's love on both our parts, but my love is a romantic
love, in addition to a love like one feels for their family or close friend
which is the way Chubby loves me. Before he fell asleep neither of us
mentioned our tears and that's an example of the kind of closeness I'm
talking about.  Two eighteen year old boys bawling like we're six years
old?  Not too often will you see that, but Chubby and I cried with each
other openly without feeling the need to talk about it... we both know it's
because we're relieved we're going to be able to have each other in our
lives at least for a while longer.  Next thing I know Chubby is whispering
in my ear, "Uh oh! Dylan, can ya hear me?  I gotta bounce outta here.  The
nurses are changing shifts, I should have been gone ten minutes ago".  I
opened my eyes and he grinned at me, "Watch this" he said, as he got out of
bed and straightened-up his orderly's scrubs.  Chubby looked around quickly
and just as the door to my room was opening he grabbed the tray with the
pitcher of water on it and headed for the opening door.  "Morning nurse"
says Chubby, as he walks right by her. The startled look on her face was
priceless, like "Where the hell did you come from...?"  I also gotta
believe Chubby was the youngest looking orderly that nurse ever saw.  Over
his shoulder Chubby mumbles, "He's conscious, ya know" her eyes opened wide
as her head snapped around from Chubby to me and back to Chubby who was
headed down the corridor by now, walking with that swagger he has. It made
me smile.  Shaking her head in confusion she rushed over to my bed and
pushed a button that got a lot of people running into my room.  I kept a
little smile on my lips as I closed my eyes and let them at it. Removing
the catheter from my dick was weird.  Unhooking all the wires attached to
my body was a relief, but best of all was getting the needle out of my vein
and bending my arm. Believe it or not, going to the bathroom on my own was
rocking... we don't appreciate the little things in life we normally just
take for granted, until they're taken away from us.

Two days later Chubby was pushing my wheelchair out to the parking lot
where the Volvo station wagon was illegally parked in the "Doctors Only"
zone, awaiting us.  Tris, Chubby's Mom, was at the wheel.  My Mom walked
next to the wheelchair leaning over every once in a while to finger-comb my
hair out of my eyes.  She says, "Dylan, why don't you have Chubby give you
a haircut. This long hair reminds me of the boys hairstyles when I was your
age."  I go, "Mom!  I just made medical history, and my hair is all you can
think about?"  She laughs and goes, "Medical history, my ass... and you
have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. Oh my God, I wish I had hair
like that".  I rolled my eyes as Chubby, playing the brown-noser role says,
"I'll cut it for him if you want me to, Dee"...  Chubby has always called
my Mom, "Dee"... it's not her name, but he started calling her that when he
first started talking, habits are hard to break.  I hopped out of the
wheelchair and climbed into the back seat of the Volvo.  The "medical
history" comment refers to the head- scratching all the doctors were doing
because of two puzzling things.  First... what's the medical reason I was
unconscious for ten days?... and second, how's it possible for me to just
wake-up out of a rather long comatose state with no apparent side affects.
I told them about my headache and a nurse gave me an Advil... that took
care of the headache.  No one had ever seen anything like it.  I think I
woke-up because my brain finally detected Chubby's presence in bed with me.
And, obviously I was unconscious because my head hit the curb or the
street, something like that. What's the mystery?... I felt good now, forget
about it.  The brain specialist told us that the brain continues bouncing
around inside the skull after a head hits something hard. I had what he
called a closed head injury, but even with a traumatic brain injury it's
very rare to be unconscious ten days. Hey, shit happens. Chubby sat close
to me in the back seat of the Volvo as Tris backed out of the parking lot
nearly side-swiping the wheelchair I'd just used which Chubby left sitting
in the parking lot.  Heading for home, Chubby leans over to say,"Your
friend Willie... the kid from that snooty Prep school, he keeps calling to
ask about you."  I go, "Willie?  Oh, yeah... you met him once or
twice". Chubby says, real low, his warm breath misting on my ear "Willie
always says, 'How's my boyfriend doing?  Any change?'... What's that all
about, Dylan? He refers to you as his boyfriend."  I go, "Huh,
wha... what's he say?"

to be continued.......            Chapter two (Willie)


Donny Mumford              thinat20@yahoo.com