Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 15:58:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR      Chapter 10  (Senior Year Ending) by Donny Mumford

	       DYLAN'S  SENIOR YEAR       By Donny  Mumford

		    Chapter 10    (Senior year Ending)

Saturday about five-thirty in the afternoon... Mom and Tris are at work,
Chubby's in his room getting ready to go on his date, and I'm laying on my
bed trying to determine my mood.  Chubby's date tonight, by the way, is a
cook-out swim-party with Mary Jo Renoldo's at her house, without
chaperons... her parents are away for the weekend.  When will parents of
teen-aged kids ever fucking learn!? They always think "not my kid, he/she
wouldn't ruin our house by throwing a huge party just to be popular."
Newsflash... kids will do almost anything to impress their peers and be
popular.  When Mary Jo's parents come home the reality of it all will
set-in about the same time the shit hits the fan, but by then Mary Jo will
already have made a name for herself at school. So it's like this,
kids... all you gotta do is throw your parents under the bus by allowing
your house to be totally trashed by a horde of teenagers and your peers
will think you're golden... the teenagers sure as shit aren't going to lose
any sleep over the condition of your house.  By the way, I wasn't invited
to this bash for a very petty reason... she don't like me. What a bitch she
can be, not that I want to go to her boring swim party anyway. She and the
Dickers are the only kids I know who have swimming pools in their back
yards and they both live in the same part of Framingham... a step up from
my part of town and a huge leap up from Connor's. Oh well, I suppose I'll
sound petty myself if I go on about this any longer, but I might as well
admit I prayed for rain... ha ha, and that's the last thing I'll say about
it except how the hell can she call herself Chubby's girlfriend if they're
on their first actual date?  I guess I may have heard something about
Chubby and Mary Jo going out before, but that sort of gossip doesn't
interest me one bit... gossip, rumor, whatever... I pay very little
attention to things like that.

On the bright side, the change in Chubby's personality since both Ortiz
perverts were rendered harmless is bitchin good, the change in his attitude
is awesome! Seeing the relief in his face now that Ricky's control over
him, and the fear of humiliating photos no longer exist is extreme... both
were major concerns of Chubby's for months, and overnight they've been
eliminated, they've vanished forever... he's safe and free from oppression.
He's been in the best mood lately and very appreciative of what I was able
to do through Jake Rollins, and maybe equally appreciative of my support of
him through this entire episode... it's been a very hard period for
Chubby. He's been through the lowest self-esteem of his life, especial
after his confession to me. Obviously embarrassed about being sexually
abused by Ricky and embarrassed that I know about him climaxing during some
of the abuse.  I have a theory that this recent dating outburst, Friday
night, Saturday morning, and now the party tonight is his attempt at
rehabilitating his image from that of being weak, and maybe a little queer,
to pre window-washing days when he was a brash hot-shit full of confidence
and factoids.  From my point of view he could save himself the trouble, use
that energy for something more useful like getting another job.  We have
money saved but not nearly enough to cover car expenses for the coming
year, plus there may be unknown hidden costs of going to college.  It's not
that I'm getting picky about it, but he is spending almost all his time
with stuck-up Mary Jo instead of taking care of business.  Well, she seems
stuck-up to me anyway... not that I actually know her or give a shit... but
it's like, why does Chubby need to spend so much time with her? It's
mysterious... I mean, you want to go on a date, go on a fucking date... no
need to hang out with her around the clock!  Not that I care that much...
it's just that I don't get it, the summer is approaching and that's when we
need to make most of our money so he needs to think more about a job and
less about her... that's all I'm saying, it's not about me.

To further piss me off this is Willie's last Saturday at Prep School and I
can't take advantage of it by doing something hot with Robby because he's
also going to a party.  Robby couldn't very well get out of going because
it's the baseball players party and he's a team co-captain.  He has sort of
a date too, but it's more like giving a ride to one of the cheerleaders
than a date.  She's going stag and needs a ride... almost any school
related affair will have half the kids going with a date and half going
stag, girls and boys equally.  Oh man, this time of year there are all
kinds of parties being thrown by seniors. Notice how popular I am
though... no party to go too. Actually that's not true... I was invited to
one but the invitation was presented early in the week and at that time I
didn't know that both Robby and Chubby were previously engaged so I lied to
get out of going.  It was for all the school newspaper kids, an Eagle's
party.  I said I needed to go to my Mom's thirty-ninth birthday party and
told this elaborated lie about how it's a surprise party that I was
involved in so I couldn't blow it off and blah, blah, blah... I lie like a
rug at times.  Robert Winters, the junior who will be the senior editor
next year, is throwing the party and was wicked disappointed I couldn't
attend. You know, because I'm the current senior editor. Yeah, I'm aware I
just said Robby couldn't get out of his responsibility to attend the
baseball players party and yet I'd already casually blown-off my Eagle
party. OK, I admit it... I suck for not going to that party and I do feel
bad about it.  It's obvious I was thinking with my dick at the time, and
not my brain.  That reminds me of a joke someone told me, maybe Connor.  It
goes like this... a four year old boy is in his bathtub playing with
himself.  He holds his balls up and asked, "Are these my brains, Mommy?"
The mother mumbles, "Not yet.".

The entire Eagle staff was invited to Robert's party... past reporters and
editors home from college for summer break were invited too. It's kind of a
ritzy affair with booze and catered food and all. Maybe even Carl Denton
will show up and I'd love to see him again but after the complicated lie I
told, no way to reverse it now... maybe you've heard the phrase "hoisted on
your own petard" ... That's what happened to me with that big lie. I would
have liked to have gone too, especially since I'm not going to be able to
spend the night with any of my main homeboys... Chubby, Robby, or Willie;
my two and a half boyfriends.

Compared to last weekend this one has been mild so far, but that could
change shortly. No party to go to, but I'm not totally destitute or
abandoned here on a Saturday night. Tonight I've got a couple of back-up
players off the bench filling in for my main homeboys. Dodger and his fuck
buddy Vinnie DeMarco are coming over to play...heh heh. They want me to
outline their buzzcuts for them with my trimmer clippers... and then we'll
have ourselves a little three-way sex-a-thon party.  Vinnie's almost
sixteen and Dodger's almost seventeen so these boys are a couple of early
bloomers, a couple of real hotties too!  Vinnie's the lad with the huge
cock, it's almost in Jake Rollins' territory as a matter of fact... a good
seven and a half inches which is as long as Willie's, but Vinnie's is quite
a bit fatter. Vinnie fucked me with that thing once before, it was during
our only other three-sum a few weeks back... which, by the way, was the day
Vinnie got his first buzzcut...  previously that boy had shoulder length
hair, he wanted a change though and it ended-up being a scorching hot
afternoon, the three-way I mean. Tonight's an example of an almost perfect
"buddy-sex" affair because none of us are in love with anyone involved in
the thee-way... it's just gay boys playing with each other's pee
pees... but don't get me wrong, we all like each other a lot, just no love
involved to complicate things. This time we probably won't experience the
awkwardness of the early going like last time... first we'll eat dinner and
get a little plastered with that Vodka Vinnie bought from some derelict,
that will further eliminate any awkwardness... then the haircut
specialty-highlighting which I'm quite good at if I do say so myself, and
then on to some hot fun, fun, fun with gay sex among good friends.  Mmmm,
mmm, good! I say it's almost the perfect buddy sex because I have this
little voice in my head whispering I may be too old to have buddy sex with
a fifteen year old... a nagging little voice which I'm doing my best to
ignore.

The boys aren't due for another half hour or so so I'll lie here in bed
figuring out how I feel about my life at the moment.  Actually I should be
feeling pretty good about things in general... Chubby's on his way to being
himself again, I've got two solid boyfriends and can usually find some gay
sex to relieve the horniness that crops up in between my boyfriend
activities. I've got a pretty good part-time job too and school will be out
in less than three weeks... so everything is pretty much rockin'.  I'm
looking forward to our class trip to New York City as well... it'll be fun
to see how much hurt us boys can lay on the Big Apple, see how many Yankee
fans we can piss-off with our Red Sox caps and t-shirts.  That's going to
be a blast. Then I thought about Connor a little bit too and that got me
started right in playing with myself, playing with my brains down there a
little bit too. Connor's got this big crush on me and my feelings for him
are growing each time we're together.  The kid is so smart and funny, so
nice, so good looking, and what a hot body he has... the whole package, and
it can be all mine if I reach out for it. Trouble is I've already got two
boyfriends and to further complicate things Willie's in his last week of
prep which means he'll be right next door most of the summer. Damn, now I
got a boner thinking about all the sex Willie will put on me this summer so
I get up off my bed to walk it off.  Don't want to blow a load before the
children show up.

Outside to smoke a cigarette and my mind drifts, as it often does, to my
true heart throb, my true love... Robby. The last two or three weeks he's
taken over my affections and I realize I have a love for him that's
pure... I mean, we have great sex too but I love him as a person as
well... it's not just sex with us.  With Willie I'm in love with our bodies
being together, with the hot sex he puts on me and the climaxes he fucks
out of me.  I love sucking his cock and rimming him and I love him being
bossy to me and then sweet and generous, but it's not true love for love's
sake like my love for Robby is.  If Willie didn't want to have sex with me,
there'd be very little between us... we're from different worlds.  He and
Andy are from the same world and I think Willie already sees the
difference, but our sex keeps us together. We thought we were in love for
almost a year, but now I think we're both saying "I love you" from habit,
we should probably be saying "I love having sex with you". That being said,
I don't believe either of us are ready to part just yet, the sex is simply
too volcanic hot and with the summer approaching the opportunity for sex
greatly increases, no school to interfere with it.  Love for Robby or not,
I guess I still still want my last summer of Willie-sex, then I go away to
college and Willie goes back to twelfth grade at Prep school.  Merrimack
college is only a one hour drive from Framingham and Willie's prep is only
two hours from Weston, but I think by this coming Fall he and I will be
further apart than that. We'll just see, won't we... in the meantime, hot
sex to a rock and roll beat!  After all we're at the peek of our sexual
prowess, don't want to waste that time of our lives... time is slipping
away.

Finishing my cigarette, then practicing my butt flipping which results in a
small burn on the back of my wrist... I just laugh it off.  It's become a
mental block for me, I'm not a spazzoid, but when trying to flick a
cigarette butt I over-think it and something always goes wrong.  It's like
a learned incompetence, if there is such a thing. Inside I remember that
Chubby and I had pizza for last night's dinner so decide to fix something
different for me, Dodger, and Vinnie. Checking the freezer I find we have
those FastFood french fries we like and plenty of hamburgs and hamburg
rolls, plus there's Kraft American cheese in the refrigerator...  so that's
our simple menu for tonight... cheeseburgers and french fries.  How
original, that's me... always thinking outside the box.  I get the frozen
stuff out and defrost the rolls in the microwave. Then, leaning up against
the kitchen bar area I daydream about Robby's and my last fuck... that one
in my bedroom Wednesday after his haircut. That was maybe the hottest fuck
we've ever had together, him on his back on my bed, his feet wrapped around
my waist, me working up a sweat plowing his asshole in a near
frenzy... awesome climaxes!  My dick was responding to this reminiscence so
I rubbed it into a boner just as the doorbell rings... the boys are here.
Adjusting my boner sideways in my pants doesn't work, it still pokes-out
the front of my cargo khakis so I pull my T-shirt out and let it hang down
covering my lap, then hurry to the door.


Opening the door and there they are standing almost at attention, touching
at the shoulders.  When you're an admirer of the young male form like I am,
it's a treat to look at boys like Dodger and Vinnie... it can take your
breath away at times. They're the same height, five-foot-seven-inches, both
have brown hair and brown eyes, they're equally slim with narrow waist and
bubble butts, also both have the very natural but noticeable definition in
arms, legs and torso, very nice boy-bodies overall. Dodger's a smaller
version of Robby though so his looks shine... the bright, fresh pale
complexion and extra splash of rosy red in each cheek. The perfect facial
features arranged perfectly to form Dodger's face in his perfectly shaped
head.  There's a lot of the "perfect" word in that description, but that's
the word that applies. Their parents had the rare combination of genes
necessary to create both Dickers brothers with bodies and appearances that
border on perfection... both gay too, so go figure.  If Mr and Mrs Dickers
were the kind of parents to put their kids out in public the boys would be
gobbled-up as boy models... I'm not suggesting porn although they'd be mega
stars, I'm talking about modeling clothing.  Macy's or Polo Boys Wear or
Abercrombie & Fitch... like that. Dodger has two toned light brown hair,
his bright brown eyes have various shades of brown highlights that make
them appear to be lit-up from behind.

It's not fair to judge Vinnie's looks while he's standing next to Dodger,
but on his own he's better than OK. He's very young-looking to start with,
and because he sees himself as a tough guy I'd have to guess his youthful
appearance is a bit of a drawback from his perspective, although not from
mine.  Previous to his buzz cut he had long hair, chin length, parted in
the middle so it hung in his face covering half of each eye... only the
middle third of his face was exposed. He'd maintain a frown so he could
pull off his tough guy persona with kids in his age group, but it always
made me smile.  Now with the buzz cut, he's not even fooling his
classmates, he looks more preppy than anything else although he does have
the Italian heritage with the olive complexion and dark brown eyes that you
often see handsome Italian boys have... a slightly mysterious, exotic look
perhaps, while Dodger's face is the All- American boy look. I also was
happy to see that Vinnie's complexion has cleared up and his face now
appears smooth and clean and youthful.  His facial features are quite
ordinary, maybe the nose is slightly too big for his face, his mouth is
very special though... fabulously sexy lips that are puffy, rosy, and
cupid-bowed.  His teeth shiny white, small square teeth.. he has bright
pink gums and a nice sized tongue that he occasionally sticks out to show
displeasure at something. Nice ears too and I've already mentioned his
double A+ bubble butt, him and Dodger both have excellent asses.  Ever
since acknowledging my gayness I've enjoyed the pleasure of appreciating
the beauty that my fellow teenage boys offers... that in itself is almost
as good as the sex. OK, maybe not almost as good, but it's highly enjoyable
to ogle the boys.

Dodger and Vinnie are smiling sweetly, then together they say, "Dylan,
wassup?" I go, "Nothing, wassup with you two derelicts?" to which Vinnie
replies, "Speaking of derelicts..."  and he holds up the unopened half pint
bottle of an unknown brand of vodka...  he adds, "Got it from a derelict
for twenty dollars, can you two chip-in to help pay for it, reinbuse my
ass, ya know?"  I'm like, "Chip-in for that shit?  I never heard of that
brand, you got robbed..." walking into the kitchen we keep up the ball
busting while I'm getting out a carton of OJ from the refrigerator. Dodgers
like, "He's been bitching all afternoon about us chipping-in to off-set his
stupid deal with the derelict." I'm like, "At least the fucking bottle's
not open... let's try it before any money changes hands".  I open the vodka
and pour a half inch in each glass, add some ice then fill the glass with
orange juice.  The way I make drinks, and I don't even know what the name
of that drink is, the way I make em' there's a chance you'll get a canker
sore from the citric acid before you get drunk. Vinnie's like, "What the
fuck...? did you even put vodka in there" and he hits each drink with a
full shot. I taste the vile vodka right off and start stirring with my
finger to spread it out, "Gross..." I mumble but take another sip and it's
drinkable anyway. "I'll chip in five bucks, that's it..." and Dodger says,
"Ok, I'll give ya five buck too.." and we both fumble a five dollar bill
out to flip to Vinnie who grabs them and pockets them saying "Suckers... I
wouldn't have chipped-in if one of you bought this shit, ya can't trust
derelicts to pick out your booze... it was going to be my treat ya know. ha
ha".  We're like, "Shut-up Vinnie" on our way outside to smoke and drink
our drinks. Dodger going, "You are such an asshole, Vinnie... when you
grow-up you'll realize manners matter".  We insulted each other while we
smoked, and we're smoking my cigarettes by the way because those two aren't
regular smokers so rarely have a pack of their own.  I mentioned, to be
fair, they both should chip-in to pay for my cigarette and simultaneously
they both flipped me the bird.  Vinnie smokes like a girl and we ragged on
him about that. This kind of behavior is fun, for us...

We had two drinks each and I was feeling the booze by the time our burgers
were sizzling in the frying pan and the french fries were in the bubbling
hot vegetable oil. The burgers done medium rare, American cheese melted
into the patty with a slice of vidalia onion on top of that... ketchup,
salt and pepper are the last condiments to go on.  We all had two
cheeseburgers and as we ate, the half inebriated boys told me what a great
chef I am.  I told them the story of my rich friend's chef making her own
salad dressing, supposedly to save money, why else? and the guys are like,
"Asshole, you can buy it cheap at Stop & Shop" and we made fun of rich
people a little bit. The last of the vodka went into our cans of coke cola.
Half a pint of vodka between three of us isn't getting anybody drunk, but
we don't drink regularly so it hit us a little... mostly relaxed the hell
out of us and got us wicked ready for our favorite pastime... gay boy sex.
We cleaned the kitchen, well... mostly I cleaned the kitchen, from
habit... it's a good habit though. Then down to the basement we go.  Dodger
says, "You sober enough to outline our buzz cuts, Dylan?" I purposely slur
my words saying, "Outline your buzz cut?  I thought I was doing mohawks on
you boys!"  Vinnie goes, "Oh brother, this is gonna turn out really
sucky". The truth is I could do the outlining even if I was drunk, which
I'm not... just feeling good.  With Dodger's hairline I just follow it
exactly, only shaving the barest amount to highlight it, then down the
sides and shave the sideburns into a point. Then fade the hairs at the back
of the neck... fading is done using various cutting length on the clippers,
sixteenth inch blends into one-eight inch which blends into one-quarter
inch and that into three-eight inch and finally that blends into the
one-half inch buzz... this isn't a high fade up the sides and back, which
is cool too... you see that high fade on American blacks and some cool
Latino boys as well. That's a very cool look if you ask me. Vinnie doesn't
have the perfect hairline that Dodger does so I shave one in across the
front of his forehead eliminating a widow's peek and then do the sides to
look like Dodgers, the same fade in back.

The boys checked themselves out with a hand mirror and the wall mirror in
the half bath, seeing the back and sides of their heads and proclaimed the
outlining a work of art... actually they did look cool... much cooler than
the plain buzz cuts the window washer boys get every two weeks. Chubby's
out of that routine now of course so a real pro, me... will be taking care
of his hair from now on.  That's unless May Jo takes that over too... don't
get me started on her. Now that the boy's hair is taken care of it's time
to go back up stairs and into my bedroom for sexy play.  My bed still had
the sheets on it from Wednesday afternoon when Robby and I deposited quite
a lot of teen spunk onto them...  stiff spots on both the top and bottom
sheets are quite noticeable while I'm rustling around in bed before falling
asleep... dried cum, yum! Feeling the spots of dried cum made me smile in
bed, chuckle a little bit too.  We'll be adding to the spunk spots
tonight. Vinnie says, "Everybody get naked" and Dodger says, "Since when
are you giving orders?  You get undressed yourself, and we'll watch... go
ahead." Vinnie frowned and looked down muttering, "I'm just messing around
Dodger, don't be like that" but Dodger says, "Get naked Vinnie, I want to
check out that meat you're packing... and that other matter too". Well, I
don't like it when Dodger's mean to Vinnie, but I stayed out of it because
I'm the third guy, they're the duo and, anyway, I don't like to be telling
them what to do.  Vinnie strips, Dodger goes, "Socks too" and then Vinnie's
standing there completely naked, his seven and a half inches of soft, fat
penis lies on top of a nice sack of nuts... his pubes are shaved just like
Dodger's and mine. Vinnie takes a shit load of crap about the shaved pubes
from the guys he has gym with at school but if Dodger has shaved pubes,
Vinnie wants to have shaved pubes too ... a little bit of hero worship
going on there.

Dodger smiles at me while nodding at Vinnie's large organ, then he takes
Vinnie's cock in his hand saying, "I can't believe how much this thing
weighs.  And you took the whole thing up your ass last time, Dylan... I
still can't take it.  It's too much cock for me, but we tried a couple
times...  didn't we Vinnie." He's holding it up against Vinnie's belly,
Vinnie's agrees, "Yeah, we tried but as soon as I get the head of it in him
he starts whining."  Dodger goes "Whining, you mean like this?" and he cups
Vinnie's nuts in his other hand, squeezing until Vinnie goes.. "Ooooh,
Ahhhhh, Owwww , Dodger, that too hard..."  Dodger gives one last squeeze
and then lets both the nuts and the cock fall back into place. You can't
help but stare at the size of that package. Dodger says, "Turn around
Vinnie and spread em" Vinnie turns so his ass is facing Dodger and using
both hands spreads his buttocks apart stretching his hole in the process.
Dodger fingers the lips of Vinnie's asshole telling me, "He's had a
cleanliness problem here and we're working on that".  I almost burst out
laughing because Dodger is well known for having skid marks in his
shorts... bathing suit too and I know that from personal experience.  After
fingering all around Vinnie's anus Dodger smells his finger and says, "Good
job, Vinnie" then Dodger leans over and laps up Vinnie's crack three quick
times. Vinnie's cooing, then going "Ahhhh that's so sexy, Dodger." At that
Dodger pushes his thumb into Vinnie's wet hole and walks him toward the
bed. Vinnie, bending at the waist now, needs to take little shuffling
backward steps to keep up with Dodger as he's being pulled by his asshole
to my bed.  Dodger turns him around and says, "Lay your chest on the bed
and keep your hole up" as Dodger's pulling his thumb out making a soft
popping sound. Vinnie opens his mouth automatically and Dodger's thumb goes
in to be cleaned.  I don't like that Dodger's treating Vinnie this way but
my dick likes it and it swerves on it's own from one side of my crotch to
the other, firming up.

Done with sucking Dodger's thumb, Vinnie looks back and asked, "You guys
going to start off by fucking me" and Dodger says, "I thought we would, you
being the youngest and all... what do you say, Dylan?"  I start taking my
clothes off saying, "An excellent place to start, but I'd like to feel both
of your cocks up my ass before playtime is over."  Dodger smiles and says,
"You're still dreaming about that time I fucked you in the pool, ain't ya?
Don't worry, I know you loved it and I'll do it again the first chance we
get this summer... and, Vinnie...  you see any reason Dylan shouldn't feel
that salami of yours up his ass again?" Vinnie mumbles, "Hell no... he was
getting it whether he asked for it or not."  I didn't argue but truth is,
even though I like to be a bit submissive in sex, I put my foot down where
Vinnie being dominant is concerned... even I'm not that submissive.
Jokingly I go, "Let me fuck that wise-ass first, Dodger... you can have
sloppy seconds". Vinnie goes, "I wasn't trying to be a wise-ass,
Dylan... don't be that way!" I go, "I'm kidding you, you're so sensitive
tonight, Dude."  He looks over at me and gives me the sweetest boy smile,
then says, "The lube's in my pants pocket... "  I laugh and say, "I said
"dude" not "lube" but while saying it I was already rustling through his
pants getting the lube.  While Dodger's still getting undressed I put a lot
of lube on Vinnie's hole and then slapped his ass first with my hand
creating loud smacking sounds, and then with my slightly firm penis which
didn't make much of a sound at all, but felt good... Vinnie's ass is two
great orbs of tight, hairless tannish flesh. Holding my dick out, I say,
"Dodger, how about sucking on this to get it harder" and to my surprise he
gets right down on his knees, naked now except for jockey shorts and socks
and puts my dick in his mouth getting right into sucking it.  Bobbing his
head to and fro tonging and licking my cock while hugging my ass and
fingering my hole.  It was going good so I took the opportunity to push it
a little and said, "Give me a little rimming while you're at it" and again,
Dodger obliges. He scurries around behind me and does a very good rimming,
beginning with long laps up my crack and then tongues my hole until his
tongue breaks inside my hole a bit.  I was getting a big boner by now.
Vinnie's still leaning over on the bed with his head craned around watching
us, he says, "Dodger's been doing the rimming ever since you did it to him
that time... you know, when we had our three way. I can't make myself do it
though... he does it to me, that's why he checks to be sure I'm clean back
there." Dodger stops long enough to say, "It rocks, rimming rocks.  It's
like the sexiest thing!"

My boner's pretty hard so I say, "I'm good, Dodger... well, maybe suck on
my hot cock a little bit more, than I'll fuck your main homeboy for a bit."
Dodger's sucking my dick again and it's feeling good, getting close to too
good so I hold his buzzed head in both my hands and say, "Let it slip out
of your mouth now, Dodger" he tonged that bone-hard cock out and, still
holding his head, I swiveled my hips a little smacking his face with my
dick enough to splatter some of his own saliva around his face.  Vinnie's
looking back at us and mumbles, "Give it to him, Dylan". I did this not to
be a bastard, but rather to bring Dodger down to earth a little, down from
his dominant attitude with Vinnie's. It's my feeling that Dodger gets
carried away treating Vinnie badly at times and I'm not sure if he does it
to impress me or if it's how he always treats Vinnie. I know, I know... I
get my rocks off when Willie bosses me around, but I think Vinnie's
feelings get hurt rather than him getting aroused.  He's so attached to
Dodger though, he just puts up with it. It might help for Vinnie to see
that Dodger's not particularly dominant with anyone else but him... that's
why I was being a bit of a prick to Dodger. Of course, it's none of my
business really, but maybe this subtle action on my part will help equal
out the way the boys treat one another... see, I'm all about mentoring
lately. But seriously, it's a very different thing when you're totally on
board, mutually, with the dominant/submissive program, a willing
participant like I am with Willie, as opposed to Dodger being a bully to
Vinnie. Dodger will act humble if you push back and maybe Vinnie can pick
up on that a little. Don't get me wrong, basically Dodger's one of my
favorite boys, he just has a few flaws, like all of us.

With spit all over his face, Dodger says "What'd I do, Dylan?"  I say, "Oh,
you didn't do anything... I was just imitating how you sometimes treat
Vinnie, that's all".  He looks quizzical, says "No, I hardly ever hit my
boy Vinnie with my boner, do I Vinnie?" Dodger's chuckling though and to
show he knows I'm not really beig mean to him he grabs my boner and laps
the head like it's an iced cream cone. I wait a few seconds, smile, and
pull away to turn to Vinnie, my boner pointing out and up, "Your turn,
hottie.." and without hesitating I grab his hips, bend my knees a little to
get down to his level, positioning my boner at his hole.  Vinnie's looking
forward, resting his forehead on his arms, and saying, "I'm always a little
nervous at the beginning".  I mumble, "No need to be," then pulling back on
his hips I thrusts my cock four inches up his ass. Vinnie goes, "Ohhh
fuck... wait a second.. tight".  I wait ten seconds then push in the rest
of the way... steadily shoving the super sensitive head of my cock up his
hole till my bare crotch is touching his ass, then I lean in against his
buttocks feeling my dick slip inside him another half inch.  I mumble,
"Jesus... oh my God this feels good, Vinnie... nice ass, dude."  Slowly
pulling back almost out of his hole, then immediately thrusting it all the
way back in, my toes curl.  He goes, "Ahhh shit... ahhh shit, yeah... fuck
me, fuck my ass, Dylan..."  I began a rocking motion with my hips and my
steel shafted boner began to slide up and down his rectum easily now.
Three or four minutes of that and I'm biting my bottom lip, it feels so
wonderful...  Vinnie reaches down and begins stroking his own boner.  It
takes more energy than you might think, very aerobic... gets the heart rate
moving on up... so I pushed all the way back up his asshole and leaned my
crotch heavily against his buttock, taking a break, catching my breath. I
knew Dodger was watching of course, and if he's anything like me he's
getting hard from just observing two boys fuck... there aren't too many
things hotter than that for us gay boys. I look over at him and his three
inches or so is sticking straight out from his shaved crotch, he's pulling
on it, stroking the foreskin and stimulating the very large mushroomed
shaped head at the end of his stubby boner, which is glistening. I know
that it's going up my ass and as far as I'm concerned, the sooner the
better.

Sure enough, when I turn around and do a few half humps up Vinnie's ass,
Dodger right up behind me gripping my hips to steady my buttocks and
mutters, "Stand still for a second, OK Dylan" I do and he fingers my hole
with a gob of lube.  "Can you bend your knees a little more...?" when I do
my ass sticks out toward Dodger... I feel the fat head of his short,
fat-headed cock at my hole and then feel Dodger pressing it against my
anus, more pressure, even more pressure and it pops inside me.  I'm
grunting at the diameter of it and let my body fall forward a little to
accommodate that fat boner head with a better angle... right now it doesn't
feel as hard as I remember it being, but I'll bet it'll get there pretty
quickly. Dodger exhales a lot of air mumbling, "Bend over a little
more... OK?" and he's got both arms around my belly with his hands clasped
together just above where my cock enters Vinnie, all Dodger's fingernails
are chewed off of course so everything feels smooth against my belly.  He
tightens his grip with his arms and leans on my back forcing me to lean
forward even more, my chest almost touching Vinnie's back.  Dodger humps
his boned-up cock in and out twice, and while it's real tight now, I know
it's soon going to feel awesome so I lay completely on Vinnie's back, my
boner still way up inside him.  Vinnie moans and tightens his buttocks,
strangling my cock in the process... I moan then myself because this double
stimulation is awesomely hot, Vinnie does the tightening thing six times in
a row holding the muscles clenched for maybe five seconds each... he's
moaning himself now and I lay my face against the top of his buzzed
head... not surprised in the least that there's a sexy smell to this kid.

Dodgers humping his fat cock up inside me, all three and a half inches of
it and it's feeling about three and a half inches around by now too...
another hump and he goes over some very sensitive spots in my rectum, I go,
"Oh fuck...  do it just like that agian... jeez... ah ah ah" as he's
fucking me steady now, that fat head is getting harder and harder as more
blood surges into that little cock of his with every thrust up my ass. It
does indeed feel awesome, all I can do is grunt "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ohh ohh
Dodger right there, faster" I first hear, and then feel "Smack, smack,
smack" as Dodger fucks my ass and spanks it at the same time. He's hitting
all the perfect spots inside me so I don't mind the spanking.  Basically I
can't even move now because the pleasure is so great... I'm completely
pliable, laying loosely all over Vinnie's back, limp except for my rock
hard cock.  Vinnie's thrusting his ass up backward creating stimulation on
my cock, he's moaning as he humps backward on my boner. I'm in ecstasy from
both areas, my ass and my boner so I'm letting Dodger basically own my ass
and Vinnie can do what he wants with my boner... they're both really
working out.  Three or four minutes of this double stimulation and my balls
began quickly tightening up... I knew I was going to blow cum up Vinnie's
ass any second now, but as usual I want to hold my load back if I
can... not to be though, all I could do was moan, "yes, yes, yes, ahh ahh"
as cum flew out from my cock filling Vinnie's ass and overflowing back on
my shaved groin.  Vinnie excitedly goes, "I felt that Dylan... it was like
a hard stream from a water pistal... oh God, it's messy back there!"  My
cum was drooling out of Vinnie's asshole all around my boner. I'm going "Oh
fuck!  That felt good!  Keep doing it, Dodger..." But Dodger had other
idea, he made a long hissing sound as he pulled his short, fat boner out of
my ass with me going, "Ohhh ohh oh... nooo, don't" and through clenched
jaws Dodger says, "Dylan, let me inside Vinnie...would ya?  I'd like to cum
up his ass mixing my spunk with yours, give Vinnie a double shot, ya
know..."

Dodger's "double shot" comment, for some weird reason, made me think of
that amusement ride on the boardwalk in Wildwood. Can you believe that...?
With the amazing climax I just had, I'm thinking about an amusement ride as
I'm pulling my cum-saturated cock out of Vinnie... the Wildwood
double-shot... weird brain activity. The second I vacated Vinnie's hole,
Dodger went right in and even with the earlier lube plus a hole full of my
slippery spunk the initial penetration had Vinnie blowing spit out through
closed lips, then saying "It feels like a baseball bat going up my
ass... wait a fucking second, will ya...!" After my normal size cock,
circumference-wise, Dodger's fat cock feels huge.  It isn't necessarily how
long it is that counts, but how you use it...  ya know.  Willie fucking me
with his long, thinner cock is fantastic but it was also fantastic getting
fucked with Dodger's fat, short cock. Dodger's fuck is much different, but
I need to admit... fat short cock or long thin cock... right this second I
can't tell ya which I like better.  Then I remembered Robby's cock is
exactly like Dodgers, my eyes got big and I gulped stroking my still hard
dick. Robby's short fat cock, yes... very interesting.  Dodger didn't last
long inside Vinnie, he'd been close to blowing his load when I fired mine
off.  Vinnie was back jerking himself off so it's fifty-fifty who pops off
first. With sweat dripping in his eyes Dodger was a boy on a mission though
and he did get Vinnie to blow his load onto my sheets a few seconds before
Dodger cried, "I'm cumming... oh my Goddddd..." he did three grunt sounds
that you might make during body piercing, but the three of us knew these
were three grunts of ecstasy... three blasts of cum from way down in his
nuts to way up Vinnie's ass. Vinnie drooled spit all around his mouth
continuing to stroke his large cock a minute or so making grunting sounds
and then deposited his load on my bed grumbling, "Ahh, it
burns... ahhhh... ohhh that feels so fucking good...". Dodger pulled out of
Vinnie's ass, red in the face, huffing and puffing... he mumbles "I feel
fucking dizzy, but I fucked the cum outta both of you, dudes..."  Well, I
couldn't argue with that... I go, "Helluva fuck, Dodger... way ta go, ya
sex craved perve".  Then I groaned for real as Vinnie pulled his legs up
onto my bed laying on his back, his head on my pillow, cum running out his
ass to join the rest of the cum on my sheets.  Vinnie's smirking to beat
the band, "I think maybe I got some spunk on your sheets, Dylan..." I go,
"Ya think...?"  He loaded up the edge of the mattress with his spunk and
now my spunk mixed with Dodger's was drooling out Vinnie's ass all over my
bed... he looked real cute though.  Funny that Vinnie didn't even mention
the great fuck from Dodger, guess he's used to those hot fucks of Dodger's
by now... wonder how many times a week they do it. My eyes got big
recalling that Dodger used to jerk himself off five or six times a day, no
way he could be doing Vinnie that often though.  When Dodger's involved,
Vinnie's exclusively a bottom... just like it's evolved between Willie and
me, but Vinnie obviously likes fucking when he gets the opportunity and he
fucks good too so maybe later this evening.  See, I identify with
Vinnie... I'm looking out for the kid.

I climbed up on top of the bed with Vinnie and lay close, our naked sides
touching and our mostly limp wet dicks flopped around on our thighs. The
first thing I notice is Vinnie's personal odor... the one I detected a
while back, quite different. Kinda like Ray Ellis'... sexy, but not
anything like Robby's or even Willies'.  Real nice though... I get my arm
under Vinnie's neck, and to get a better smell of him, pull his head over
to mine and give him a kiss saying, "You're looking cute, Vinnie" he says,
"No offense Dylan, but we don't make-out... do we Dodger? Ya know, boys
kissing ain't too cool".  I go, "Who told you that?  Dodger and his brother
kiss six times a day for Christ's sakes.." Dodger climbs up with us and now
we fill the twin bed from side to side. Dodger's always had an incredibly
good smell about him... it's in his actually skin. I know that someone,
some place, some time, must have done studies about this smell thing, it's
always an item with me.  I took a deep inhale enjoying being here with
these boys... I wanted to enjoy myself even though I kinda know I'd too old
for them.  I dropped that thought and instead was thinking, "If we weren't
so slim we wouldn't fit on this mattress". Dodger says, "Robby and I are
brothers so we can kiss... boys that aren't brothers don't kiss... get real
with that".  What a ridiculous conclusion and we have a short argument
about that with me concluding, "You two numbnuts must not check out the
boys porn on-line because they're always doing hot make-outs there".
"Well, we watch porn sites but we don't do hot make-outs even though they
do" says Dodger. I said, "You don't know what you're missing". I was in the
middle, both boys laying their heads on my bicep muscle which I'm proud to
say looked good... the biceps I'm referring to.  I always had these good
guns... it's a genes thing.

The three of us bantered back and forth for a half hour, wrestling part of
the time... three totally naked boys feeing totally relaxed about being
naked together, touching, rubbing, pulling, smelling and loving it. Their
skin is so new, so smooth and hairless, their great bodies with the proper
definition in all the right places...  what a treat to roll around with
them in bed... me going, "Euuu, icky" whenever my leg rolls over a wet,
cold, cum spot.  We got the giggles about Vinnie's huge piece of meat and
then Dodger and I took turns sucking on it till it was a full fledged boner
once more. After that we rolled Vinnie on his stomach and took turns
rimming him, mixing our spit together in his ass crack, lapping off any of
our our cum residue there and getting his hole really loosened up, our
tongues taking turns getting almost an inch up inside his ass, our faces
wetly rubbed together while rubbing against his hot ass.  Dodger and I soon
had boners too... we rolled Vinnie back over on his back and I went down on
him again sucking that super-sized penis till it was almost standing
straight up in the air... Vinnie groaning and moaning rubbing my shoulders
and pulling my hair.  When Dodger was going down on Vinnie's cock, I licked
Vinnie's balls, then sucked one into my mouth to hum on it and finally he
grunts, "I'm cumming" and two small squirts of cum plopped out which Dodger
quickly licked off his dick and rolled it around on his tongue.  I go, "Let
me taste" and take some from his mouth on my finger to taste, and then
swallow.

Dodger and I say, "Yum" at the same time and he cups his hand behind my
head, pulling my head down to his semi-boned short cock, "you wanna suck
it, I know you do... I'll give ya some more teen cream, you're just gonna
love it..." He's really cheerful, we all are.  I open up and take the big
fat head of his cock in my mouth tonging the pee slit cleaning out a drop
of drying cum, then suck the whole head into my mouth.  I know Dodger has
just fucked me and Vinnie with this cock, it's been up both our asses, but
I don't care except initially when I needed to suck off the lube, that
isn't too cool.  I sucked Willie off last Sunday morning after he'd fucked
me a couple of times Saturday night... I did it without him showering in
between his fucking and my sucking... it's raunchy, but I like it. There
isn't any fetal material in the rectum anyway, it passes through there of
course but isn't stored there.  I like sucking cock if the boy's a friend
of mine, I never think about sucking cock for anyone I don't know or about
sucking an old guys' cock... old guys need to suck other old guy's cocks,
it's only fair.  Boys that don't like sucking their buddies' cock are
missing so much and it's a shame really but what are ya gonna do... they
refuse to try it.  Dodger has a nice tasting dick, the texture of the head
is so sexy to suck on and press with my tongue... initially there's some
give but it gets harder and harder the more I suck it, just like it did
when he fucked me with it

When I'd sucked Dodger's cock clean I pushed the head out with my tongue
and lapped up the shaft of his cock from the top of his nuts to the rim of
that swollen mushroom head.  Dodger was running his fingers through my hair
making "Mmmmm" sounds.  I've got my own stiff boner back, a result of
blowing Dodger... I was thinking things felt so good right now, and then
while doing the second lap up the shaft of Dodger's boner, I feel Vinnie
guide my boner into his mouth and the really good feeling got even
better. I had to stop and gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue lapping
all around the head and under the foreskin of my dick. Obviously Vinnie
isn't thinking straight, he won't rim Dodger because the thought of his
tongue in Dodger's asshole is repugnant to the youngster, but yet he's
sucking my cock which has recently been up his own asshole. Whatever, he's
giving me great head, he must do it for Dodger daily... he knows what he's
doing, it feels good, really good.  I try concentrating on licking the cum
off the shaft of Dodger's boner but Vinnie's sucking me off so good I need
to split my focus. Done with licking Dodger's penis shaft, back in my mouth
goes that big head, ohh... so nice to suck on that.  This three and a half
inch boner couldn't get any harder so I switched to sucking his balls and
when they were soaking wet with spit I lapped under his balls near his
hole.  Dodger is making little grunting sounds... he picks his legs up so I
can get to his ass and I go to town lapping up his ass crack going over his
hole with every lap... panting now, Dodger pushes my head away, saying
"Please, can you hold up for a second, Dylan... I'm afraid I'll cum again
and I don't want to cum right now" Vinnie pulls my dick out of his mouth,
picks his head up, and says, "How'd that feel, Dylan?" Not caring what
these two think about boys kissing boys, I pulled his head to me and kissed
his mouth, then talking with our lips together I said, "It felt
fabulous...!"

Dodger goes, "Roll over Dylan, ya got my boner achingly hard, I'll do you
again" and damn if I didn't roll right over for him... it felt so good the
first time I wanted it again.  Dodger is a great fucker, I was almost
squealing into my pillow from the sensations in my ass, my pillow smelling
more like Vinnie than me by now.  After about fifteen minutes of
sensational fucking I was bucking my hips into the mattress going, "I'm
cumming...  I'm cum" and my boner fired off a couple of short strings of
cum, me making guttural sounds in my throat and seeing stars behind my
eyes... my whole body shivered and shuddered.  Dodger began spanking my ass
hard, ten, maybe twelve times. I was yelping but it was so fucking hot!.
Vinnie's stroking his cock, all horned-up... he whines, "Let me do him for
a minute, Dodger..." Dodger grunts, then pulled out of my hole making the
same hissing sound through his lips that he made earlier... the head of his
cock pops when it snaps out past my sphincter muscle, both buttocks
quivered and goose bumps came up on my arms, electric shocks in my
nuts... but without Dodger's cock I was feeling empty back there.  Then
Vinnie's huge cock was inside me and I was totally the opposite of empty.
It's long and fat, although no fatter than the head on Dodger's unusually
shaped cock.  With all the lube and Dodger's earlier spunk, Vinnie's cock
quickly felt wonderful and while Vinnie fucked me for maybe another ten
minutes, neither he nor I came close to another climax.  It was excellent
fun though, we'd been at our sexy play for about an hour.  We all had
popped off too early in the game, that's what the problem was.  I would
have liked everything to last longer and so would the boys but to be honest
we were kinda wiped-out at the moment. Dodger likes fucking my hole
whenever he gets the chance because he can always fuck Vinnie's and variety
is the spice of life.  Vinnie likes fucking me because Dodger never lets
him fuck him. I'm versatile, top or bottom, although I prefer bottom and
they both fuck me good. We took showers, one at a time... during mine I had
that thought that I'm too old to be having sex with these too again.  I
need more will power!  After getting dressed, Dodger drove us to Dairy
Queen for soft ice cream cones, on the way we commented obviously about the
"soft" aspect of the ice cream... ya know, after all the hard things we've
been dealing with tonight. It's difficult for me to come down off a sexual
high like that without the cuddling that I'm used to, it's sort of a
transitional thing but these guys aren't into that, yet.  With Willie
particularly, the after-fuck hugging and cuddling is an integral part of
the sexual package. I love to be in Willie's grasp all tightly held within
his arms and legs... I even like the hickey he gives me, most of it anyway.
But maybe a lot of that is my enjoyment of Willie being dominant... he
decides what we do, I'm just docile for him...  whatever he wants is cool
by me.

Many guys don't like being submissive, I know that...  I don't think Vinnie
does, for example.  Naturally you don't need to be submissive to cuddle and
kiss of course. Whatever... Vinnie and Dodger just don't want to do it.
It's just that without something like that, the sex play ends too
abruptly... same thing with Elliot the two times we had sex
together. Without the affectionate make-out, or something like that at
least, you go from climaxing to "let's get an ice cream..." ya know?
Apparently Dodger and Vinnie aren't bothered by the abrupt ending because
they're both effervescent at the moment saying "that was the best possible
three-sum ever".  Oh well, it was fantastic, but I'm just saying it could
be better that's all. It seemed a waste of time, but because I'm the old
guy here maybe I can justify my participation by contributing some
knowledge to them... so, on the way to the Dairy Queen I try one last time,
"You guys are missing out on the kissing thing. Vinnie, didn't you like my
kiss there on the bed?  Even a little bit?" He goes, "I don't know,
maybe... Dodger, you said boys don't kiss, right?"  Dodger's like, "Hmmm, I
kinda look up to Dylan so if he says it's so hot, maybe we should try
it. You say it's wicked hot, Dylan?" Surprised they're willing to consider
my advise, I go, "Yeah, it is... try it together sometime and see if it
works for you." Dodger blows his horn at a car that swerved over into our
lane, curses... then goes, "Would you be willing to do some kissing Dylan,
with Vinnie... see what Vinnie thinks about it."  It's fairly dark in the
car but I still see Vinnie's olive complexion turn pink, " He goes, "You
can do it to me, Dylan, if you want to." I say, "OK.." and get my arm
around Vinnie's neck pulling his head over like I did earlier tonight, this
time I give him a wet kiss with my tongue in his mouth and within five
seconds he's rubbing his tongue against mine... it's almost an instinctive
reaction if you're open-minded about it. Vinnie moves his hand to the back
of my head holding my face tight against his face.  The kiss lasted over a
minute and Vinnie finally struggled to pull away, making a high little
squeal... our faces parted slightly and he huffs breath into my face
muttering, "Oh fuck, I got another boner... that is so hot, Dylan" and we
do a more gentle open mouth kiss then.  It's fun making out with this young
kid, his first time... so maybe I taught them something to enhance their
enjoyment of each other... you know, to justify my enjoyment because it was
so much fun tonight.  I was even able to forget all about being pissed-off
about my main homeboys off doing stuff with someone other than me.

Dodger and Vinnie chirped back and forth about the making-out topic
accusing each other as being the actual one who didn't want to do it.  "We
gotta try it, Dodger... oh my God, it's so embarrassing at first, but oh so
hot too!" We pulled into Dairy Queen with Dodger going, "Jeez Dylan, last
time you taught me about rimming and now you got us into boy make-outs, we
definitely need to hangout with you more often".  That made be think it's
OK I was with these kids, I'm gonna be nineteen soon so it rocks doing it
with younger kids, I'm just not positive it's proper... I worry about
everything though. Out of the car we ran into some of Dodger's buddies and,
ya know, having some gay buddy-sex with the younger kids was phat, but
chillin' with these younger kids got old real quick.  It's like... I been
there, done that... that sorta thing. So, I finished the cone, hung around
just long enough not to be rude and then pulled Dodger aside to say, "No
problem, dude... it's just that I gotta be somewhere in a little while.
You hang in here and chill with your buddies, I'll walk back to my place,
it's only over the hill. It was real tonight, dude, loved it!"  He's like,
"Ya sure you wanna walk? I'll give you a ride" I give him a quick hug and a
pat on the back saying, "I'm good, man... tonight was the best.  Say
goodbye to Vinnie and I'll see ya around, OK..." I think he was relieved
I'm leaving because now he can really act silly like only fifteen and
sixteen year olds can get away with.  They're still in the in-between age
where they're driving around in cars, sneaking liquor and smoking, but they
still want to play miniature golf or something like that sometimes too. I
smoked a cigarette as I walked, and reviewed tonight and damn if it wasn't
a great sexy time. Wish I knew I was gay at their age, Jesus... those
bodies.  And then, even after all the sex tonight I found myself getting
hard thinking about our three-sum... and thinking about how great those two
boys smelled, and looked, and felt.  Not that nineteen is over the fucking
hill by any means, but fifteen, oh man the climaxes those boys
produced... ha ha ha! Holy shit!

It was still early on a Saturday night, but I'm staying in.  I don't have a
ride, Chubby's using our car, and I don't really have anyplace to go
anyway.  I turned on the ballgame, but mostly zoned-out thinking about the
three high school parties I knew were going on right now, one of which I
wish I was at and it's not the baseball players party or Mary Jo's... it's
the future senior editor's party... I should be there.  For one thing it's
sorta my responsibility to represent the Eagle as the current senior
editor, for another thing I like Robert Winters ... he's the kid throwing
the party. He's a responsible, good kid... too bad I'm not either of those
things at the moment.  I always think of my dick first and now I've got to
deal with a guilty conscience... you may have noticed that first I took
care of my dick with that three-sum, so now I have the time to feel sorry
for myself about not being responsible, and boo hoo hoo... the horniness is
all taken care of though, couldn't think about this other stuff until that
was taken care of.  Damn, I'm disappointed in myself right now. And, oh
yeah... the other reason I wish I was at that party is because there's a
good chance Carl Denton will be there.  When I think about all the times he
fucked me I get a chill. I went through a wide range of emotions with him
from loathing him at the beginning to hero worship in the end.  He lost
interest in me actually... at least that's how I recall it going, we just
drifted apart when Willie took over.  And did Willie ever take over too.
He's hot alright.  Then I went back to thinking about our three-sum tonight
and I felt a little guilty about that again too. Dodger's always thought I
was cool so he includes me in the three-sum, but I noticed they were glad I
took off when they hooked-up with buds from their class... I was too old
for them then.  Fuck! How'd I get into this mood? Maybe it's the vodka
wearing off... like a moody hangover or something. This sucks!  I went
upstairs and stared out the front window wondering what time Chubby will
get home.  Then I changed my sheets, put them in the washer and cleaned my
room... all the time thinking. "Am I drunk or what. Cleaning on a Saturday
night?" I watched the top of the ninth inning, the Red Sox beat the Rays,
and on that good note I went to bed between crisp, clean sheets and slept
really well until about nine o'clock the next morning.

Just like last Sunday I was the first one up so I got my Jeep keys and
drove to Dunkin Donuts for our Sunday morning coffees.  I had to adjust the
seat back away from the dashboard... Chubby likes it way up close to the
steering wheel. I also inspected the seats for foreign matter without
finding anything suspicious. Back home I picked up the Sunday Globe off the
sidewalk in front of our condo and sat on the steps reading the sports
section smoking a Marlboro Light and drinking my coffee.  Later inside, I'd
just finished reading the Opinion pages, disagreeing with almost everything
I read there, when my Mom comes out of her bedroom all cheery and bright
eyed and full of positive comments.  "Dylan, I just love that funny little
haircut you got last week, I meant to tell you.  You look so cute with it,
sweetheart.  Oh my God, I can't believe you're going to be graduating high
school..." and talk, talk, talk... Tris comes bopping in to save me in the
nick of time. I micro-waved their large coffees and warmed-up what was left
of mine at the same time. My Mom has transferred her attention to
Tris... two of them began discussing their evening after work last night.
I turned-off my attention to that and began making our Sunday breakfast
wondering where Chubby was... he's suppose to be helping with this. Hmmmm,
perhaps an omelet this morning... potato, onion, cheese, and egg omelet,
Oscar Myers thick sliced bacon, and blueberry muffins.  The muffins come in
a package... add water, pour the mixture into a pie pan, then into the oven
at three hundred fifty degree for twenty-five minutes, and when done cut in
pie shaped wedges... that's the way we do it.

I was putting them in the over when Chubby came in slamming the front door,
Tris goes, "Chuuuuubieeeee!" He gives a great smile and goes, "Yes,
mother??" She says, "Don't slam the door, I got a tiny hangover" Chubby
says, "It's always alcoholic related whenever you're cruel to me".  She's
like, "Riiiight!" And then I get my hug from Chubby which today includes a
rub of his nose on my cheek... he's already trying to make-up for
abandoning me last night.  I act cool, but friendly, asking "How'd
what's-her-name's party go?" He goes, "It wasn't much fun without you
there, Dylan" and as much as I tried not to I had to smile at his
outrageous attempt to brown-nose me. He was smirking too because he knows
how much I like him.  Pretending to be shy, he says, "What do you want me
to do to help with the breakfast?" I shake my head and mumble, "You are
such a fraud... crack some eggs and scramble them" he squeezes my hand and
says, "Yes, master..." but he stays next to me and squeezes my hand again
so I look at him and he makes a pathetic face at me so I hug him and Tris
says, "Have you boys joined the other team or something... should you be
telling us anything" and I go, "Why do you ask that, because I do this?"
and I kissed Chubby's cheek and he kissed me right back and then both of us
get quizzical looks on our faces, like "what's wrong with that?"  Together
the moms go "Oh, cute...".  Chubby and I were tight again, we always were,
actually.  The rest of breakfast went nicely too... he didn't mention Mary
Jo and I didn't mention my three-way sex orgy.  After cleaning up the
breakfast stuff we drove over to Robby's... the three of us are headed back
to North Andover to reserve a two bedroom apartment at the Royal Crest
complex for a September lease... we're going to college... damn!

Robby comes out of his house looking so hot, it made be think of his
brother last night and I got a guilty conscience going for me again. I
gotta stop doing sex with his brother.  Its wicked unfair to Robby so I
made a pact with myself that the next time I see Dodger, without revealing
that Robby's gay, I'm going to insist he swears he'll never tells Robby
about the sexual incidents we've had together which are basically Dodger
fucking me in the pool and the two three-ways... and, I won't tell this to
Dodger, but the fact is I'm not participating in anymore sex with him or
Vinnie. A guilty conscience is worse than a fucking hangover. I've only had
a few hangovers, but they're quite memorable... in a extremely bad way.
Robby walked by my window on the driver's side and I hung my hand out to
hold his hand for a few seconds, he smiled sweetly and this surge of love
warmed me.  I hope my eyes conveyed my feelings for him.  He gets in the
backseat and immediately asked, "How'd the party go last night Chubby?
Mine was awesome!" and those two talked about their parties all the way to
North Andover, me... I kept my mouth shut while driving and accepted it all
like it was my penance for being so bad last night.

I drove directly to that rental office we were at last Sunday and gave the
lady all our paperwork including the co-signers papers, my Mom and Chubby's
Mom of course did the cosigning, and all our college loan papers... we had
lots of papers, more than we needed.  We also had a bank check for the
first month's rent, security deposit and a couple of other random costs.  A
young man, who was definitely gay, took us to look at an apartment similar
to the one we'll be moving into.  It was cool... sure, it's an old place
but renovated recently with bright hardwood floors, new bathroom fixtures
and kitchen appliances, and generally it was better than our own condos.
We left to cruise around the campus once more, our paperwork for Merrimack
was mailed last week so we're good. We were also actually beginning to
grasp the concept that we'd be living on our own in a few months and we
tried to be cool, but we're all wicked excited too. Late lunch in
Fuddrucker's again sitting in a booth and taking inventory of our future
apartment's furniture situation.  These are not furnished apartments, we
all have stuff from home we'll bring with us but there's certain things
we'll need to buy too. Then I asked the guys about Connor, could he be a
forth guy and because I was the only one who knew him fairly well the
reaction was mixed.  On the one hand, it reduces the cost for each of us
and creates more so-called meal money, but in reality we already have more
meal money than we need so extra money will be used as "spending
money". The guys finally said that it's up to me... I know him and I need
to take responsibility for determining if he'll fit in.  Damn, I hate the
responsibility, especially because of recent incidents of me being
irresponsible like not going to the Eagles' newspaper party... and maybe my
participation in sex with the boys last night although I'm just not really
sure about that part being irresponsible yet... but there's been other
irresponsible behavior on my part.  In any case, I told Robby and Chubby
I'd give it careful thought and discuss it with them again next week
sometime.

After lunch we're back on campus, the first place I go is the Admissions
office... I wanted to pick-up all the college loan and and financial aid
forms I could get my hands on... for Connor. Then the three of us casually
walked around talking back and forth until we run into a small group of
summer students sitting around a big outdoor table.  Most of the regular
students are finished for the year and have left the campus already. These
guys wave us over, very friendly although right away I detect something
obvious and give Robby a quick glance... all four of these guys are openly
gay like the man at the apartment complex had been.  That's five openly gay
guys in the last half hour.  Chubby spends only a minute with these gay
guys finding-out where a men's room is and heads out for that while Robby
and I sit at the table with them.  This might be informative, is what I was
thinking. I say they're obviously gay because each one was broadcasting it.
The cutest one had highlighted puffy hair and waxed eyebrows replaced with
a penciled in narrow line. Another one, on the heavy side, had ridiculously
black hair, emo style, wearing purple biker shorts, work boots, and an open
button down shirt with nothing on under it except a lot of fur on his chest
and stomach.  The third guy looked too old to be a student, but was.  He
was effeminate, flamboyant mannerisms... he walked in a mincing manner when
going to the trash receptacle, then threw in his trast with an exaggerated
limp wrist, and most noticeable of all was his strong lisping way of
speaking... overly ssssibilant, if you know what I mean... esss sound
over-accentuated whenever possible. I thought he was joking at first,
putting us on with a parody of a feminine gay guy... but apparently he
wasn't.  The last kid was a young looking GAM with that great pale tannish
skin tone and the wonderful Asian dark eyes.  He had a touch of make-up on
around his eyes and a garish purple shirt, but other than that was the most
straight-acting of the group. We talked a couple of minutes about
activities on campus, these guys are regular student taking extra courses
this summer. The Asian, named Jon, came right out and said, "Hope you boys
are open to diversity because as you can see, Merrimack has a diverse
student body." Robby and I looked appropriately clueless so Jon adds, "In
case you're from another planet and don't know, we're gay".  Robby looked
down and I mumbled, "Ya don't say..."  They chuckled and asked some
questions about our areas of study, where we're going to live, how we chose
Merrimack, and stuff like that.

Waxed eyebrows didn't give his name, he seemed the most serious, maybe a
little angry about something.  He asked, "Your friend a mute?" I go, "No,
just quiet". He says, "You boys interested in the LGBT club on campus?" and
I go, "What's that's?" I knew what it is from hanging with Willie's gay
friends in Cambridge, but I didn't like his attitude.  He rolled his eyes
and waved his hand at me like, "don't give me that shit".  The other three
were nice but waxed eyebrows was throwing in gay buzz words whenever he
could, making the others smile, he said stuff like "you boys looking for
some trade, or a trick?" I'm like, "Huh?" He said to the gam, "A couple of
yestergays, maybe".  At one point he asked, "Which one of you boys is the
pitcher?" and Robby raised his hand and said, "Mostly I play second base
but I've pitched relief in quite a few games this season."  I knew what
"waxed eyebrows" meant so I smiled and shook my head a bit saying, "He's
the catcher actually" making Robby look at me quizzically and mumble, "I
haven't caught since I was a Freshman on the junior varsity team".
Everyone was smiling and exchanging "looks", then the swishy one says,
"Don't pay any attention to Roland, it's her time of the month... isn't it
girlfriend?"  The cute Roland gave swishy the finger and mumbles, "You
should know size-queen". Somehow I realized Chubby was standing behind me,
I turn around and he's staring hard at Roland...  then speaks directly to
him. "There's no need to give us any shit... you called us over to your
table.  What, ya think you can fuck with our heads blabbing all the
nonsensical bullshit and we just take it like we're assholes?" Three of the
gay guys start talking all at once saying conciliatory things, but Roland
gets red in the face, throws up his arms, and stands up abruptly yelling,
"I won't be a part of a confrontation..." and he stalks away.  Chubby goes,
"What the fuck...?"  The other guys apologize for Roland saying he's having
a hard time getting over a boy he has a crush on who recently told him he's
straight. Chubby frowns, shakes his head and says to me, "ready to head
back?" then to the three gay guys, "no offense, we just gotta get
going". Robby was right up out of his seat so I get up and say, "Nice
meeting you, I'll see ya in the Fall...".  They wave while saying basically
the same thing.

We're walking back to the car and I'm thinking, gay guys like straight guys
come in many different flavors.  A couple of these guys reminded me of guys
I met through Willie, mostly in Cambridge... even the Roland type, the chip
on the shoulder type.  I don't like that type, gay or straight, but the
other three guys were nice. The only gay boy in my circle who even comes
close to being obviously gay is Jay, he'll know these guys a week after he
gets here I'll bet.  I wondered about Elliot, I can see the possibility of
him acting more like the outdoor table guys if he spends a lot of time with
them. I don't see Robby and me, or Willie for that matter, ever being quite
that gay, not that there's anything wrong with it.  Doing some gay sex with
my gay friends is exciting, but the truth is we're in a more or less
isolated environment within a straight community and I forget sometimes
there are gay communities out there too.  Do I want to live in one or the
other? Right now I definitely feel more comfortable in the straight world,
sneaking gay sex, but how about the future....? I guess I'll find out in
the future.

I lit a cigarette and wondered if those guys at the table were at one time
straight-acting guys, like most of the gay boys I know... and is it
actually acting?  I don't feel like I'm acting, I feel like I've always
felt and do things the way I've always done them.  I was wondering about
whether I'm glad or upset that we ran into those four gay guys... was it a
good thing or a bad thing?...hmmmm?  Chubby pulled on my earlobe and asks,
"You're spaced-out again, Dylan?" I go, "Huh?" and he says, "I asked you
what's up with those gay guys?  I can't believe you put up with their
shit."  I go, "Only the one guy was an asshole, the other three were nice
guys." "Why do you want to hang around with queers in the first place?
There are lots of summer students on campus walking around who aren't
queer.  I talked to a regular guy coming out of the men's room...  he says
this can be a good party school if you get to know the right guys.  That's
the kind of thing we need to delve into, not a bunch of fairies." I go,
"Oh" and leave it at that... Robby gives me a questioning look so I smile
at him with a little shake of my head, then give him a squeeze at the back
of his neck saying, "Did those bad gay boys scare you, Robby?" He laughs
and says, "Fuck you..." which is always an acceptable general-use response
when nothing else comes to mind.

Chubby drove home... I'd be lying if I said his negativity about gays
wasn't beginning to bother me.  Last week he frantically tried to convince
me he wasn't gay during his confession, as if it would be the end of the
world if he were.  And now today with the "queer" word this and "queer"
word that.  Prior to last week I never heard a homophobic word out of him,
that's in almost nineteen years, not even in a joking manner. So, now I
gotta worry about that, plus this Connor thing.... it's always something,
ya know?  Robby was kinda chatty on the way back to Framingham and I'm
always happy to listen to him, to hear that boyish voice of his, the way he
innocently expresses himself gives me a boner some times, but then what
doesn't.  I didn't feel too much like talking myself so it was good Robby
did... yeah it was, even if he did go into a little bit too much detail
about that fucking party he was at last night... at least I didn't need to
listen to anymore about Chubby and Mary Jo's dorky pool party.  Obviously
the prayer I made for rain was totally a waste of time, you'd think God
might answer a prayer every now and then, if it's not too much trouble!
Jeez.

Tonight we're eating dinner at the same restaurant we ate at after our
campus visit to western Massachusetts a couple of weeks ago, it's the one
our Moms waitress at... same crew too, minus Dodger. Tris and her
boyfriend, Mom and Jake, and the tree of us college bound boys, Robby,
Chubby, and moi... which is french for me, in case ya didn't know... I
think it is, anyway. Chubby parked the car beside Jake's import, then we
went in through the bar's entrance... that's where we knew the double date
couples would be.  The two moms and their boyfriends were at the bar
laughing it up, they seemed a jolly group.  It was obvious who Chubby was
staring at as right off as he had these hero-worship eyes for Jake who we
could see at the end of the bar.  Robby headed for the men's room and I
squeezed the back of Chubby's neck, pulled his head close to mine and
whispered, "Not a word, Chubby ... Jake kept his promise, we gotta keep
ours and he doesn't ever want to hear about that matter again. Loose lips
sink ships, dude".  Chubby looked at me with this real serious expression,
I add "There's no way on earth anyone could trace the Ortiz ass-kicking
back to Jake unless we fuck up and say something that someone hears and
yadda, yadda, yadda."  Chubby goes, "Yadda...?  What the fuck does that
mean?" I go, "That Seinfeld episode... remember?" Then Tris looks over and
sees us, she says something to my Mom and then waves.  All four of them
turn to give a tiny wave and Tris says, "Go on into the restaurant guys,
there's a reservation under Chubby's name, we'll be in shortly..."

I nod my head at her and give a special finger wave to my Mom, who blows me
a kiss.  Chubby mumbles, "Ya notice who's name they put the fucking
reservation under, don't ya? The responsible one, that who..." I was now
staring into Jake's eyes, after two seconds he gave me the slightest
noncommittal nod of his head, a totally neutral expression on his face, and
then went back to looking at his glass of beer.  Chubby squeezes my hand
and whispers, "Did you see the look on Mr Rollins' face... ice in his
veins, Dylan.  Ya gotta somehow express my gratitude to him.  I won't say
anything I promise, but you think of something to let him know how much
this means to me... getting out of that shit storm was one of the biggest
events in my life, dude... please, Dylan".  Robby was walking towards us so
I turned away from the bar saying, "Let's go into the restaurant,
Chubby. Don't worry, I know how to show Jake how much it meant to both of
us, he'll know it after I tell him something... that something is a private
matter between Jake and me and you'll just need to take my word for
it. OK?" He's like, "Is it that Uncle thing you were talking about?" I go,
"I just fucking said it was a private matter." Chubby goes, "Does it have
anything to do with your Mom?"  I say, "For Christ sakes, are you dense,
it's private... I'm not telling you."  He mutters, "Why didn't ya say so
then." Looking over I see the smirk on his face... he's breaking my balls
again.  Gave him another squeeze on the back of his neck making him smile,
and then mumble, "OK, I totally trust you'll thank him for me somehow.  I
can trust you'll do it because when you've made it known how important what
he did for me is, you'll tell me.  I'll be looking right into your eyes
when you tell me, and since you're the worse liar I ever met, I'll know if
you're telling the truth... right?"  I go, "I won't need to lie, Chubby"
and Robby says, "Are you two guys whispering about me behind my back
again?" I say, "Yes, that's exactly what we're doing. Chubby thinks you
have a fat ass, don't ya Chub?" Chubby goes, "No, I was mocking his small
dick..." and Robby exclaims, "My small cock, how bout your's...".  Robby
and Chubby are chuckling, walking ahead now.  I'm noticing that Robby's
louder exclamation of the words "small cock" was overheard by two older
woman sitting in a booth behind Robby, one knocked over her wine glass as
they both looked up, their eyes blinking with startled expressions.  The
boys walked on oblivious to the commotion they'd caused.  A waitress
hurried over to the booth as one of the old coots was pointing at us while
we retreated undisturbed into the restaurant portion of the bar and grille.

It wasn't much quieter in here, I could just make out Chubby saying to the
maitre d', "Reservations for Chubby" which even I knew was dumb, it would
be under Romero, his last name.  Robby and I smirked at each other, like
"What an feeb..." After checking the reservations for "Chubby" the maitre
d' shook his head, Chubby leans over to scan the register with an annoyed
frown on his face, then pointed at "Romero" and we were shortly seated. At
the table Robby goes, "A reservation under Chubby ?"  Chubby flips the back
of his hand mumbling, "I did it for laughs, I knew it would be under my
last name". I say, "We're so sure...." The waitress took our drink orders,
two iced teas for Robby and me... Chubby ordered a frozen strawberry
daiquiri.  Robby and I rolled our eyes at each other while making
dismissive hissing sounds.  Chubby got the last laugh this time though
because the waitress wrote it down and walked away. We looked at Chubby, he
looked back at us and says, "What...?"  It didn't occur to me that the
bartender will simply make the drink with everything that goes into a
strawberry daiquiri except the rum, Robby and I figured that out later.  In
the restaurant, when the drink actually was put in front of Chubby, we were
impressed... just looking at the drink you can't tell it's virgin, no
booze. Chubby having the balls to order a cocktail, and getting it,
completed trumped his silly reservation snafu... he wins again.  The Moms
had informed us this morning that the two of them were insisting to the
boyfriends that they split the dinner bill this time... they called it a
Dutch treat so us guys ordered accordingly. We didn't go crazy like we did
a couple of weeks ago. Still a great dinner though, and lots of fun.

After dessert the three of us were outside smoking, the adults were back
sitting at the bar.  Robby needs to get home so he can finish studying for
a final exam he's taking tomorrow so there won't be any hanky-panky between
the two of us tonight, but Chubby and I are going to do our secret shaving
routine which I hope includes the fabulous way we sometimes jerk each other
off. So, with that in mind we needed to get to it because we're not sure
what time the Moms will pop-in from their dates.  We flicked our cigarette
butts, mine doing no damage for a change, and I drove Robby home, then
drove straight to our condo.  We went right downstairs, Chubby goes, "I'll
do you first" so I dropped my pants just like that, and then stepped out of
my jockey shorts.  Chubby was getting the razor, shaving cream, washcloth,
and towel from the under-sink cabinet. I'm thinking, "Oops, did I hide that
Vaseline tube behind the toilet bowl cleaner last time, or did I just throw
it in there?" Chubby came out with only the items we needed, no Vaseline
tube to question me about, so I'm good.

Chubby glanced quickly at my swinging dick, then looks me in the eyes and
says, "Let's review something, OK?"  I nod my head, "Sure... what?" He
goes, "The things we do together like this can only be classified as
queer... I mean, what else could you call it, but because you and me have
been doing this kind of thing since we were little kids it gets kinda
grandfathered in, if you know that reference."  I go, "I hear ya, and yeah
I know what grandfathered in means... ya think I'm stupid?"  Chubby
squeezes my hand and is surprisingly serious when he says, "I know you're
far from stupid. I don't think that at all, and as a matter of fact I don't
have a single negative thought about you, not one... I think you're almost
perfect, so no... I certainly don't think you're stupid." I was a little
stunned because it had been a night of light ball-busting. Except for the
one exception of my promise that I'd let Jake know how grateful we are, it
was just goofing good fun. I mumble, "I know, Chubby... thank you.  I feel
the same about you." He goes, "Just so we're both on the same page, that's
all.  I like doing these queer things with you, I'm not afraid to admit
that, but it's because we've been doing things like this from a time before
we knew any better.  That makes it OK as far as I'm concerned.  How do you
see it?" I scratched my head and quietly say, "The same as you..." thinking
to myself... I'm such a coward, this would be a good time to mention that
I'm gay.

I couldn't make myself do that though because Chubby's recently uttered
slightly homophobic comments makes me afraid a wall will come up between us
if I came out to him.  He smiles, squeezes both my hands at once and says,
"Why the frightened expression, Dylan? We're cool! You and me are
special... we're the best best-friends on planet earth and beyond. Smile
for me, I just wanted to clarify stuff because of that situation with
Ricky, that's all.  I'm not blaming you for anything, I love you
Dylan... you're the most important person in my life.  I guess I'm worried
that maybe you think less of me because of, you know... that stuff I told
you about." He was still holding both my hands or I'd have squeezed the
back of his neck.  I smiled back at him and said, "Oh, OK... we're cool".
It was getting too heavy so I backed off from exchanging anymore mutual
admiration comments. Plus, I was a little bit stunned... stunned at the
depth of Chubby's sincerity, but also relieved to hear the reason he felt
he needed to clarify our special relationship... the part relating to the
occasional queer stuff, as he calls it. My focus was more on that aspect of
his comments rather than the very touching, affectionate comments. I'm
relieved to discover he's concerned that I may have doubts about him rather
than him having doubts about me, and I'm referring to doubts about
anything, not just sexuality concerns.  We're both over-thinking each other
lately, it's one of the consequences of the bizarre Ortiz situation.  But
you know, this might fit in with my theory that Chubby's going to be Mr
Stud Man for awhile, the hetero-babe-magnet of Framingham High School while
he tries to prove to everybody he's straighter than straight! That's
ridiculous on many fronts because he already told me he climaxed while
being fucked and that's at least bi behavior, as I concluded before. Maybe
he thinks he's trying to convince me of something when the reality of it is
he's trying to convince himself of something. The best thing I can do is
not complicate the situation by trying to help... let it work itself out
for awhile.

As I think my thoughts, I'm standing on the little throw rug in the half
bath in the basement holding my polo shirt up away from my naked
crotch. Chubby has soaked my bristly pubes and lathered them with shaving
cream, then he took hold of my cock in his left hand to keep it away from
the safety razor and it boned-up, so I did a Chubby-rationalization before
he could get one going himself.  I say, "You know that even someone as
hetero as Bill Clinton would spring a boner if some guy did to him what
you're doing, right?" Cubby was concentrating on the shaving but muttered,
"Of course, a dick gets touched enough it gets hard, it's blood ya
know... that's what makes it hard."  I could have made that "Do you think I
stupid?" remark again, but instead I said, "Is that right..." He looked up
at me and said, "Did ya ever notice that when you put the words 'THE' and
the Internal Revenue Service' 'IRS' together it spells 'THEIRS'?" I go
"Huh?" He's holding the razor away from me, a small grin on his cute
face... allowing himself to enjoy us being 'us' again perhaps. He says,
"Maybe you've noticed that the Roman Numerals for the number forty are XL,
as in extra large?  You know, inferring that people put on weight or get
fat by the time they're forty?"  I'm shaking my head mumbling, "You're
giving me a headache with that shit.  Where do you find these idiotic
snippets of minutiae?" He says, "Oh for Christ sakes, everyone knows these
things..." and he goes back to shaving me.

It doesn't take long, not as long as I wish it took, that's for sure.  When
he let go of my dick it stood away from my body some, pointing
upward... not an actual boner but feeling good.  While contemplating if I
should be the one to mention masturbation, Chubby used a washcloth soaked
in warm water to wipe my groin with and then dried it with a fluffy hand
towel.  He ran his hand all over the area feeling for stubble, looked up
and said, "Smooth as the day you were born. This shaved pube thingie is
neat... comfortable feeling, don't ya think?" I shake my head yes, and he
goes, "Alright, let me relieve your pent-up teen horniness..." I let the
air out of my lungs slowly, nodding my head as Chubby stands behind me with
his left arm around my waist, his open palm on my belly button... he uses
his right hand to fist the foreskin on and off the head of my cock.  He
says, "See who shoots off first" and he counts the seconds off while
stroking the foreskin up and down the shaft of my cock, which is a bona
fide bonner by the time he gets to number three, he's mumbling the numbers
out in time with his stroking. I'm four inches taller than Chubby so when I
lean my head back on his shoulder the side of my chin is against his ear,
his buzzed hair feels so soft, he has his Chubby smell going for him too
and all I can do is huff out short bursts of air with each stoke he makes
on my boner. His fist is like a vice and when he hits twenty-seven I can't
hold back any longer...grunting, I see black dots streaming away in my
vision as I'm tightening every muscle in my pelvic area then firing off a
thin string of cum that splatters against the door two feet away... then
three quick little follow-up spurts. I had sweat on my forehead, my heart
beating and my breath coming in big burst now.  A hard climax, hard in a
good way that left me shivering and shuddering backed-up against Chubby.
He stroked me a half dozen more times then, a little breathlessly himself,
he goes, "OK, twenty-seven... that's pretty fast" and he fondled my nuts
for a second before abruptly letting go of them and backing away from me.
It was like he'd lost himself for a second there.  I go, "Whee, it's a
bitch being eighteen, the jizz accumulates so quickly, ya know?" Chub's
like, "Tell me about it... did you know the Dickers brothers jerk off
together almost every night?" I go, "Ya don't say?" as I'm wiping up my
spunk. I was the one who told him about the brothers. At the time I told
him that to help with his rationalization about us jerking each other off,
it also happens to be true.

By the time I get my spunk cleaned up Chubby's got his pants off and he's
holding the tails of his button down shirt up above his belly button. I
prefer him doing me first because then there's less change I'll spring a
hard boner when I'm doing him. You know, if I've just climaxed myself maybe
my dick will behave.  I put my pants back on and drop my Polo shirt outside
to cover my lap just in case... it's a huge turn-on to have control of
Chubby's little cock for awhile.  Robby, Dodger and Chub all have these
small cocks.  I know from personal experience that a small cock can fuck
you excellently... if a miracle ever happens and Chubby fucks me I expect
it'll feel as good as any fuck ever has and because it's Chubby doing me
it'll probably be better than any fuck I've ever had. Don't expect it to
happen any time soon of course... I'm just saying. I soak his stubble, then
hold his three and a half inch cock away from his groin while applying
shaving cream lather.  I cup his balls and lather some shaving cream on
them mumbling as I do it that I spotted a few stray hairs there.  When I
put on the shaving cream I rub it into his skin much more than necessary
because it's fun doing it.  Chubby never complains so maybe he enjoys it
too.  However, excessive rubbing of his nuts gets him to grunt out, "You're
squeezing them too hard, Dylan" I go, "Sorry, didn't realize I was..."
thinking then of how Dodger enjoys having his balls crunched, to each their
own, different strokes and all that. Dropping his penis to get the razor
gets shaving cream on his dick so when I picked it back up I stroke it
three or four good strokes and it starts right away to get stiff. I stroked
it a half dozen more times with the slippery shaving cream allowing my fist
to slide up and down the shaft and over the head pulling his foreskin back
and forth as I go.  Chubby makes a long "ess" sound, "eeesssssss" and lets
out a lot of air.  Three more strokes and his pecker's now sticking
straight out from his belly, the head swollen almost as much as the head of
Dodger's cock.  Stiff as a boner can get... I push it up and down, left or
right, as necessary while shaving his pubes. I spend time getting those
stray hairs under his balls then lightly grip his scrotum and pull it out a
little with my left hand and finger under his sack near his hole with my
right hand. Rubbing near his hole with the pad of my index finger, then
slide it right over his hole, back and forth over it and I hear another
"Eeeessssss" and quick breathy breaths from Chubby. I sneak a look up at
his face now and see him lightly biting his bottom lip, his eyes closed and
his head slightly back.

A couple of swipes with the safety razor at imaginary hairs under his nut
sack then I rubbed slippery shaving cream around his anus and go over it
and around it until Chubby's going up on his toes a little.  Still holding
his scrotum and cock against his belly, I mumble, "Couple of hairs here we
might as well take care of... I'm spreading my fingers on either side of
his asshole stretching it, then rub over it making it quiver.  Pretending
to shave on his buttock a couple swipes with the razor I rub back and forth
over his hole a half dozen time with pressure just from the pad of one
finger and it goes in a little, very little but the lips of the anus
tighten around the pad and hold on... I push on it a little more and the
top of my finger goes inside him to the first joint.  Chubby gasps and
makes "Mmmmm " sounds which I don't think he even knew he was making... he
grabs his boner and strokes it along with each pull against the inside of
his hole that I do.  He's moaning quietly, "Ahh ahh ahh" rocking his hips,
humping "Oh oh ahh ahhh" and, arching his back, out shoots three fast
moving thin spurts of cum right over my shoulder, then a creamy load spurts
the six inches from the head of his boner to my shoulder and splatters
there on my Polo shirt... Chubby's breathing hard as he pulls tightly on
his cock a few more times, his face red, spit at the corners of his
lips. "Jesus Christ, Dylan... what was that?"  I babbled about wanted to be
sure those hairs on his ass were soft because it's the first time I shaved
around his hole.  He's like, "I didn't know I had hairs growing there,
guess you'll need to do that every time now... damn, hairs growing on my
ass, what next?"  I shrug and he goes, "I win, by the way... shot off
quicker than you" He laughed then and said, "It really felt good too and
fuck, did you see that climax, holy shit!" I'm getting the washcloth rinsed
with warm water to clean him up... of course there weren't any hairs on his
ass. I say, "Yeah, you usually win, Chubby... throw me a bone once in a
while and let me win one." He says, "I got that bone reference... you're
such a perv" I'm thinking... man, was his anus sensitive, love to get my
dick in there.

We cleaned everything up and then went outside for a last cigarette before
bed. Chubby says, "Can't you tell me how you're going to express our
gratitude to Mr Rollins?"  "No, not really... I will someday Chubby, but
not now.  I'm going to give him something he really wants, I'm going to
forgive him for something... that's all I'm saying about it now.  He has a
guilty conscience about something and I'm going to let him off the hook.
It'll mean a lot to him if I tell him that I believe he's sorry for
something he did and with his sincere regret, plus the way he caused
revenge on Ricky and his father, it's possible for me to forgive him in my
heart. Believe me it's a meaningful way to show our appreciation."  Dark
outside by now, but there's a street light providing enough light for us to
see each other clearly. Chubby's real serious, staring at me while I'm
talking... then he asked, "What'd he do that needs forgiving, something big
I'll bet!"  I had to laugh out loud, then I shout "Don't you listen to what
I say? Jeez, I just said I'm not telling you..."  He goes, "Yeah, I heard
ya... but an hour ago you said you weren't going to tell how you'd convey
to My Rollins how much we appreciated what he did, and you just told me
what it would be.  Now all you gotta do is tell me the rest.  OK?"  I take
a deep breath and say, "No, someday, but not today."  He squeezes my hand
and holds it for a second, "I know you'll tell me eventually, in the
meantime I'll nag. Will that be OK?"  I go, "Yeah, sure... that's OK, I
like your nagging technique... it isn't gonna work though."  I flicked my
butt straight up in the air and it came down to bounce off Chubby's
shoulder.  He flicked his butt off my hip saying, "No need to get violent."
He knows I didn't flick my butt like that on purpose, although his was on
purpose.  We walked up to the house, hugged good night, and went into our
own condos for bed.

Monday at school sucked because every class is mostly review work in
preparation for the last of our finals.  Senior students complete all class
work three weeks before the underclassmen.. we'll have already graduated
while Freshman, Sophomores, and Juniors are still going to classes. In two
weeks we'll be fucking around in New York City, then graduation with the
robes and square hats and all that.  And, you know... everything seems like
more fun now that Chubby's smiling again... it's just that the school days
drag with the reviews.  I already know this stuff anyway so there isn't any
chance I'll flunk even if I flunk the finals, which I won't.  The word is
that only three kids out of the entire senior class won't graduate and
guess who one of them is. Hahahaha, yes, Ricky Ortiz!  Sweet revenge.  Only
two other kids won't graduate, but there have been kids who dropped out of
school before graduating so the statistic of only three out of four hundred
not graduating is misleading. The last school newspaper has been sent to
the publisher and Robby's played his last baseball game, it was the one
Chubby and I were at on Saturday.  What I'm saying is, things are winding
down.  After school Chubby came with me to Stop & Shop and put in an
application for a part time job.  My time at Stop & Shop is coming to an
end though because I'll be working the lawn service job with Robby again
once school's out... without Joel this year, so it'll be even better than
last year.  Same pay though.  We asked Mr Dickers about Chubby working with
us but since none of the kids from last year dropped out there isn't an
opening.  Chubby filled out the application at Stop & Shop and then headed
out to meet with Mary Jo's father who might have a job for him too. Mr
Renoldo runs an insurance agency and they need summer help filling in at
the mailroom, stock room, and drive-in claims locations to cover the summer
vacations of the full time employees.  He also put in an application at
Burger King and Wendy's so I guess I was a little hasty criticizing his
efforts in that regard the other day.

Chubby was back to pick me up after my shift was over... it's so cool
having him around again.  That fucking window washing job used to absorbed
almost all his free time.  He had dinner almost ready for us too.  Chubby
does a good job imitating Philadelphia cheese steaks with fried onions, and
sweet cherry peppers on a crusty Italian sub roll with a little ketchup to
finish it off. We always use Kraft white American cheese, never CheeseWhiz.
He had a great garden salad with iceberg lettuce and Ken's Ranch dressing
to go with it. He told me during our supper that the job with Mary Jo's
father is almost guarantied and it'll pay almost what the window washer job
paid.  The man who interview him wasn't Mary Jo's father but assured Chub
the job was his, Chubby just needs to interview with one more person and if
that goes OK he can start his training the week after we graduate. It was
important that Chub's going to college, without that he wouldn't be
considered for the position... that's what Chubby called it "a position".
I gotta admit, Chubby always comes up smelling like a rose, I'm happy for
him but why does it need to be with Mary Jo's father... ya know?  Tuesday
in school was much like Monday except Connor asked if I could help him with
his loan application after school.  Super-dating-stud Chubby was getting a
ride with Mary Jo to go some damn place so I had the Jeep.  I met Connor in
the parking lot and we drove to my Condo to pick-up all the forms. Most of
them are pretty much "follow the direction" but I know it's a moral boost
having someone who's done it around for a security blanket when you're
filling them out so I was happy to provide that for Connor.

By the way, he'd been quite open about why he hadn't tried this "college
loan" approach earlier... it's because he didn't have an eligible
co-signer.  His mother's credit rating was crap, his father wasn't around
at all and there was only two other adult relatives, a grandmother who was
retired on social security and an aunt who wasn't willing to sign for
him. I asked, "Who'd ya get?" and he says, "The restaurant owner where I
work... he heard me talking to a busboy friend of mine about my college
situation. Mr Marino is a great boss, he says for me to bring him the
forms, he'll sign them as my co-signer because he knows I'm a responsible
kid and that I'll pay the loans back.  He said I can have my job, full
time, this summer and in future summers between school years too, so that's
awesome.  His accountant is going to help me apply for financial aid as
well.  Now, you've gotten the forms for me and after I've completed what I
can, I'll bring them to work Saturday afternoon. This is a great help,
Dylan. And what can I say about Mr Marino... he's a kind man, he and his
wife have four daughters so maybe he thinks of me a little bit like the son
he never had.  I'm very grateful to him... you too" and he squeezed my arm.

He seems so happy, he's almost always upbeat and positive anyway, and now
he seems genuinely happy as well. We completed the forms the best we could
and I put them in a manila envelope for him to take with him.  Then,
sitting at my desk, he looked up at me as I stood next to him.  His face is
so fresh looking, so brand new and clean looking.  He's got Robby's
complexion and similar ultra bright eyes. His lips slightly parted, those
full kissable lips.  I looked back into his eyes and casually ran my
fingers through his hair.  So smooth and silky, the hairs ran through my
fingers falling back in place as my hand moved slowly up the back of his
head. Connor was very still, leaning down I kissed his lips and we started
a nice make-out doing the things we'd done the first two time we kissed.
When I saw the mound in his lap I said, "Let's take off our pants and be
really bad boys, whaddaya say?"  He nodded his head "yes" as he slowly
stood up.  To help him with this I undid his pants and pulled down his
zipper to fondle his hard cock from outside of his jockey shorts.  I pulled
my own pants down and stepped out of them, Robby stepped out of his and I
pulled his jockey underwear down to catch them under his nuts and did the
same with mine.  Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed his mouth and
lapped up under his top lip.  Connor put his arms around my back and hugged
me, both of us humping our boners between our bellies... such a wonderful
sensation, the feel of his skin, the subtle scent of him, the way his mouth
taste so fresh.

As we kissed and licked and sucked each other's mouth and face I dropped
one hand down to stroke his cock... he moaned and put the side of his face
next to mine.  I think he did that to stop our make-out because the
sensations were becoming too intense for him... I've felt that way too with
Willie and Robby at times.  I kissed his cheek than pulled my head away and
taking his boner I pulled it down until it was pointing straight out and
matched the head of his to the head of mine and pulled my foreskin over the
head of his.  He let out a long hissing sound with a little squeak at the
end.  Massaging the head of his cock through my own foreskin with just my
thumb and index finger quickly had Connor moaning, then a minute later he
mumbled a urgent saliva-filled sound, grabbed hold of both my biceps to
steady himself, grunted once and climaxed his creamy cum against the head
of my cock, cum spurting out from under my foreskin... then, with his
forehead against my shoulder, another grunt and more cum drooled out so I
backed away from his cock and stroked his boner for him, milking his balls
dry. Connor was holding on to me, gulping and wheezy with his breathing,
sweat had broken out on his face and he looked pale.  He goes, "Holy sweet
mother of God... I've never felt anything as hot as that... it was like I
was inside your dick.  Oh fuck... the cum roared out of my cock. Dylan,
you're the hottest boy I've ever met." I smiled saying, "Well, I'm at least
the hottest boy who ever jerked you off since I believe I'm the only one."
He goes, "You're the only one alright, and oh that felt awesome..." he
continued slowly stroking his cock.

We cleaned up, I'm thinking..."why is it I'm always getting blue balls with
Connor while he's having the climaxes of his life?" ... glad I can mentor
him though, I'm not complaining. We went outside, he bummed a cigarette
from me and we had a quiet smoke exchanging glances, smiles, and smirks.
God, he's fun to look at... I know the cutest gay boys, I'm convinced of
that.  We were hungry so we drove to Kentucky Fried chicken for the
Colonel's Original.  I bought some for Chubby's and my dinner tonight too.
Sitting at a table in the restaurant we talked about being gay and
discussed boys at school we think are gay but, like us, are pretending not
to be. We agreed on some but not all of the suspects mentioned, and that
led to a discussion of "gaydar" which neither of us felt we had.  Robby
said he felt his gaydar was made-up of maybe ninety percent eye contact.
If a boy you don't know maintains eye contact with you, he's a
candidate... that's Robby's philosophy and it makes sense as far as it goes
but I don't think that's all there is to gaydar. We discussed the apartment
situation at college and I offered him the forth spot which he politely
declined saying he'd feel like the odd man out because he didn't know
Chubby and Robby. He knew who they were of course, but that's a long way
from knowing them.  He is going to attend Merrimack though, so that makes
me happy. He sort of committed just the other day to be Josh Mc Daniels
roommate... Josh and Connor have been good friends since middle school.
Frankly I think it's best Connor's staying in the dorm, he'll be around the
campus so we can stay buddies, but this eliminates any possibility of
roommate conflict between Chubby, Robby and Connor.. I think it's remote it
would ever have happened, but now I don't need to worry about it at
all. Robby and Chubby left it up to me and I chose to offer it to Connor
who turned the offer down so now I got everything covered... the best of
both possibilities.

On the ride back to pick-up the college loan papers at my condo Connor
goes, "Um... I'd like to, you know, return the favor you did for me a
couple weeks ago. That... ah, that oral favor.  I've thought about doing it
for years and I'd like to do it with you, if you don't mind."  For just a
second I thought he meant make-out some more, but quickly the light went on
and I'm like, "Jeez, that would be awesome, Connor.  I'd like that,
thanks."  In my room he undid my pants and like I'd done to him earlier, he
pulled my jockey underwear down to catch under my nuts, then I sat back on
my bed and he knelt down in front of me and did the most gentle blow-job I
ever had. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged on his ears a
little.  He rolled is eyes to the top of their sockets to look at me and
smile around my boner.  After five minutes he pulls his mouth off my cock
and excitedly says, "I love sucking your cock... I'm a cock sucker at last"
and he goes back to sucking it.  It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough
and as I felt my balls tightening up Connor unzipped his pants and pulled
his boner out the slit in his jockey shorts and began stroking himself off.
Now that struck me as hot... I love it when the boy doing the cock sucking
has a boner as big as the cock-suck-ee has. Every time I suck a boys dick I
get wicked hard, don't always climax but it feels awesome just the
same. Connor didn't spunk, but he got me to and he swallowed every drop. It
was fun, hot and sexy a little bit too, but I think the fun part of
experiencing this first gay sex with Connor... his first time for oral sex
and he chose me to trust with it.  I'm flattered and becoming very fond of
Connor too, very fond indeed.  What a great kid he is.  We made out a
little bit then lay hugging each other for a while until he whispered, "I
love you Dylan, thanks for everything"... I go, "Right back at ya,
Connor... it's fun. isn't it?"

My general statement was to lessen the seriousness of his comment... he
can't be in love with me that fast, we've only made out three times and had
oral sex twice. Love...? No, but we're damn good gay buddies just the same.


to be continued.......   chapter 11  (NY City Class Trip)


Donny Mumford         thinat20@yahoo.com