Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2009 11:45:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR   Chapter 11 (Class Trip - New York City)  By Donny Mumford

                             DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR    By Donny Mumford

                              Chapter 11       (Class Trip - New York City)


I'm in my last class of the day on a Friday afternoon... what I'm mostly
doing is wondering why Willie hasn't yet decided what we're gonna do on our
date this weekend.  I left two messages on his cell and about a hundred
text messages, but no reply back thus far. Hope he's not sick.  Aside from
that, this week was pretty cool except I had very little sexual
activity. Connor and I had a nice time Tuesday afternoon, but that's about
it for sex this week... so far. Connor was sweet, I helped him with his
college-loan paperwork and then we messed around a little bit... not to the
degree Willie and me or Robby and me do it, but nice just the same. Connor
is a for-real hottie, kinda has the same general appearance as Robby but
maybe a level or two below in the looks department... Robby and his little
brother Dodger, looks-wise, are pretty much in a class all by
themselves. By the way, as opposed to this week's absence of sexual
activity... last week was one of my all time sexy-as-hell weeks.  Saturday
night's a good example. It was sexy hot... oh my God, a hot three-sum with
Dodger, Vinnie, and me. Does anyone have a temperature gauge for
lava?... whoa!  Of course there's my conscience to consider, it can ruin
the best of times... in this case, ever since Saturday night I've been
concerned that I'm too old to be participating in a three-way with a
fifteen and sixteen year old, consensually or otherwise.  I'm not talking
about the law either, I know what the law says... this is all about my
conscience. It's almost a week later now and I'm still thinking about it.
For one thing, the three-way we had was like I said, lava hot, so I can't
pretend I didn't enjoy. Furthermore, the problem is not only that Dodger is
sixteen, but he's also my boyfriend's brother, and that doesn't seem right
no matter how I try to rationalize it. So it's the age thing and the
brother thing and I'm not sure which is worse, although I am sure neither
one is a good thing. Well, in that regard I've promised myself that I'm not
doing the three-sum again, not with Dodger and Vinnie anyway... doing a
three-sum with Andy and Willie is another matter all together, count me in
on that. Earlier today I spent three minutes getting a life or death
promise from Dodger to never mention our three-ways to his brother, he's
not to mention that time he fucked me in the pool either... ever! "Do not
confide this shit to anybody!". Dodger was like, "My word of honor,
dude... ya think I'm nuts?  I'm never even telling Robby I'm gay so you got
nothing to worry about, and I trust you to never say anything about me
either".  So, for now it's cool but when Robby and I come "out", which
we're not doing nearly as soon as Robby thinks or wants, then the dynamics
will change and maybe Dodger will see things differently... and maybe not.
In either case I'll keep Dodger's gayness confidential for as long as he
wants... I gave him my word on that.

Speaking about a three-way, I'm expecting Andy to be joining Willie and me
this weekend. Their Prep School is done for the summer as of tomorrow so
maybe the hassle of finishing up for the year is why I haven't heard from
either of them. State law requires private schools to have the same number
of class hours as public schools, and they do... it's just that they have a
longer school day and conduct classes on Saturdays so they're able to shut
down for the summer before public schools can. Damn, Willie needs to
contact me though, let me know what's up!  Looking at the clock again, I'm
thinking... Jesus! will this class ever be over!? I think I saw the minute
hand click a spot backward just now.  Studying my wristwatch I verify the
clock on the wall is correct, ten minutes to go.  I thought about college
then, and how Robby, Dodger and me will be going to Merrimack... along with
Jay, Elliot, and Connor.  Those last three boys will be in dormitories
although not necessarily the same one. I offered Connor our forth spot in
the apartment which he politely declined... probably best. It's nice he'll
be on campus though.  Thinking about Chubby made me smile because he's so
much happier now that he's free of Ricky Ortiz and the window washing job.
Everything is pretty much back the way it should be in Chubby's life with
the exception of his so-called girlfriend Mary Jo Renoldo who's
monopolizing his time .  Her party last Saturday night apparently was a
smashing success, and without the house getting smashed or trashed...
disappointing from my perspective of course. First my prayer that it rain
on their pool party fell on deaf ears up there, then the kids behaved ever
so maturely which means Mary Jo didn't get into any trouble... nobody even
called the cops!  Jeez, some party, disappointing actually.  And, like I
said, Chubby is spending way too much time with her... my theory is he's
doing this to prove to somebody, maybe himself, that he's not gay.  The
confession he made to me about him and Ricky would indicate that he's at
least bisexual, but Chubby's not buying any of that at the moment.  He and
I are as tight as ever though, he made that clear to me when we did our
pubes shaving last Sunday night when Chubby expressed some very sweet words
of love and friendship, so that's phat...  we did some fabulous
masturbating that night for each other as well.

Five minutes to go, then the weekend... yippee!  Maybe things will pick-up
in the area of sexual activity for me, starting tonight.  I've been
thinking that I should probably start referring to sex as making love when
Robby's involved?  The masturbating with Chubby and oral sex with Connor is
definitely sex, as is the three-sum with Dodger and Vinnie, and it's all
good... no complaints, but it's not making love like it's become with
Robby.  Sex is awesome to experience in many different forms and I surely
love it, but I'm not a sex maniac... it's an interest of mind, that's all.
And oh yeah, speaking of sexy, I saw Ray Ellis in the hall yesterday and
he's looking mighty good, he gave me a cute little smile, but no
conversation. He's still maintaining that it's not necessary for him and me
to do anything further of a sexual nature in order to determine if he's
gay, he's decided he's not. Too bad, he kinda turns me on. Speaking of Ray,
his older brother Elliot and Elliot's boyfriend Jay have become quite the
promiscuous gay boys of late.  I can't hardly believe it but Elliot
confides their secret sexual habits to me... probably because I helped Jay
get over his anal phobia. From what Elliot tells me the two of them are
fucking like a couple of rabbits.  I'm slightly jealous, heh heh... no, not
really... ya know, good for them.  Actually I think Ray is sexier than
Elliot, but Elliot's a cute kid too... Jay, not so much, but a good gay guy
just the same. And OK!... finally, there's the bell!  I'm the second one
out the door fighting my way through the crowded hall to my locker. On the
way I see Robert Winters and I immediately go overboard with my greeting
because I'm feeling guilty about blowing off his party Saturday night. Even
though he's only a Junior I'm anxious to show him I think he's cool... make
him feel like a good bud. I do the quick hug, handshake and pat on the back
while giving him details about the surprise party for my Mom that, of
course, never took place. I'm frantically making-up phony details that
Robert could give a shit about... lying makes me nervous and I tend to
babble. Finally he breaks free of me saying, "Hey, sounds cool, Dylan..."
he waves with a friendly smile making his way out the door looking relieved
that he'd survived the encounter... Damn!  I need to chill with the lying.

I was such a dork with that... that's a shame because he's such a good guy.
I'm wicked sorry I missed his party for a number of reasons, not the least
of which Carl Denton was there.  Jeez, I won't soon forget the times Carl
fucked me during that period he was mentoring me about my gayness, showing
me my gayness actually.  It would have been nice to see him again... makes
me a little squirmy thinking about it to be honest with you. Some things
tend to get better with time... you know, you build them up in your mind
and that's probably the case with me remembering some of those afternoons
with Carl. He'd fuck me hard two or three times, get me squealing with
pleasure, shooting my cum all around his bedroom. Later I'd be walking home
bowlegged with a sore hole, licking my lips remembering how hot it had
been, how good it had felt.  Maybe I romanticize or build it up to be more
than it was, after all, those were my first sexual experiences, gay or
otherwise. He sure does know how to fuck though, I gotta give him that. So
does his cousin Larry, Willie's old boyfriend, but aside from that one
talent Larry is a pompous asshole. Speaking of Willie, I checked my cell
again and sure enough, there was a text message.  He'll be picking me up at
noon tomorrow, but no sleep-over tomorrow night... his text ended with
"xpln 2moro". This is weird, but probably I guessed right the first time,
it has to do with him closing out his year at Prep school... still, not
sleeping over is disappointing as hell.

Finally I'm outside... it's a gorgeous day in early May.  A horn blows and
there's Chubby in our Jeep.  I wave and jog over to say, "I thought this
day would never fucking end, and now I gotta go to work."  He's smiling so
cutely, smirking a little bit too when he replies, "Ahhhh, too bad, dude. I
must admit it's great to be retired. I'm chillin' and I got all weekend to
do it in too." I climb in the Jeep and we're soon inching our way forward
in a row of cars trying to merge with six other rows of cars to get out of
the parking lot's one lane exit.  I go, "What are you going to do this
afternoon?"  Chubby tells me he's going to be hanging out with a group of
kids at Mary Jo's.  Five or six boys and girls hook-up to screw around in
Mary Jo's finished basement shooting pool or playing pin-pong or just BSing
and doing some grab-assing... just kickin' in other words.  Mixing in with
all those girls doesn't sound like much fun to me, I definitely wouldn't
want to do it, yet I felt jealous anyway. What's with that?  I say, "Sounds
sooo cool..." but I guess I said it sarcastically because Chubby says, "Why
do you need to be like that?" and I go, "Like what?". He claims I'm always
dumping on his friends and I tell him that his friends don't like me so why
should I like them and Chubby says, "You're paranoid Dylan, they either
like you, like Mickey Ryder and Drew Saunders, or they don't know you,
which is true for most of the girls, but I never heard anyone say anything
negative about you... if I did, they'd hear about it from me."  I mumbled,
"Awww, I don't know, maybe I am paranoid but I didn't get invited to that
fucking pool party, ya know... not that I wanted to go, I'm just saying."
He goes, "You don't even know Mary Jo, or her you, why would she invite a
kid she doesn't even know?"

Feeling frustrated that I couldn't come up with a logical rebuttal, I wave
my hand at him like, forget about it, and go, "Let's just drop it, OK?
What's on for tonight?" Chubby makes a face as he's driving, then does a
fake cough and a fake laugh before saying, "This is a little awkward after
our, er... our discussion just now, but I sorta told Mary Jo she and I
could grab a pizza later on and then kinda go to the Loop together, ya
know... like what some people might call...going on a date.  But to do that
I kinda need the Jeep, heh heh...ya know?  Do ya think you can get a ride
to the Loop with Robby tonight?  Pleasssssse....." He was trying to make a
joke out of it a little bit... my face got real red though and I'm not at
all sure what my emotion was at that moment... somehow I think I felt
embarrassed for myself. It's hard to explain, but it's like the last thing
I ever expected is to be dumped by Chubby from our regular Friday night at
the movies... he's going with other kids instead of me, and he won't even
be having dinner with me tonight... and, frankly, it's actually supposed to
be a joint-night for us two with the Jeep, not his turn or mine.  Three
nights are his, three are mine, and Fridays have always been our joint
night. Things were going so well for me recently too, but now that stupid
Mary Jo with her idiotic swimming pool and absurd pool table is butting
into my life. I go, "Oh, OK... yeah, Robby's a true friend, he'll give me a
ride. Don't waste your time worrying about me." Chubby was quiet for a few
seconds then he heated-up a little bit and rapidly says, "I hate when you
get like this, Dylan... and don't you ever insinuate that I'm not your true
friend because you'll never ever for the whole rest of your life have a
truer friend than me.  I know that you'd prefer for you and me to do every
single thing in life together... believe me I know that, and I'm flattered
you like me so much and I love doing things with you, but occasionally both
of us needs to spread out a little, expand our horizons.  We're gonna be
going to college Dylan, we gotta grow-up, dude. Come on!... you know it
makes sense, and you have your own friends too, that rich kid from Weston
and Connor whats-his-name and who all else, I don't even know." He's right
of course, I can't win this argument so I say, "I know, you're right as
usual, I was just breaking your balls". I said it in an uninterested, bored
manner which Chubby knew meant it was a lie.  He knew I hadn't been just
breaking his ball as in joking around, I'd been serious, but he chose to
let it go. He reaches over to squeeze my hand but I pulled my hand away as
he says, "Oh, you were just kidding... ya had me fooled there for a minute.
So, it's OK with you if I have the Jeep tonight?" What the fuck could I
say?  I go, "Of course, no problem... I'm good with bumming a ride off
someone, or I can hitchhike if need be".  I can't let it just die-out like
I should, but Chubby can, he laughs as if I was actually making a joke
there.

Needless to say, that disagreement with Chubby didn't get me off to a good
start Friday afternoon at Stop & Shop. He dropped me off saying how much he
appreciated me being so understanding, but I know he meant the opposite so
we're both in a little bit of a snit right now.  It ruins my day when
Chubby and I get like this, it's rare that it happens though, so thank God
for that. In the past when we're upset with one another it only lasts until
the next time we see each other.  When we meet later tonight I expect we'll
both be very solicitous trying to accommodate the other in any way we can,
but we rarely say "I'm sorry".  We don't say it, we show it.  It made me
feel better just letting that thought run past my conscious mind.  I can
admit to myself I'm jealous of Chubby's attention to Mary Jo... I usually
don't lie to myself about much.  Him giving so much attention to her is
especially hurtful because I felt that once he was free of his window
washing job he and I would be more like old times... always together, doing
our run in Parkers State Park or whatever.  As it's turned-out I see less
of him now then when he was a window washer boy. Life moves along at quite
a pace sometimes, quite a fast clip, and it can occasionally be hard
keeping up with it. Oh well, reality is always there to get my mind off the
abstract, like just now... my dufus boss has just rudely assigned me to
stock shelves. "Get moving Newman, you're slacking off today, get your ass
in the stock room and see what it is Mr Kramer wants re-stocked".  He has a
way with people... quite a personality that one.  Well, today it's probably
a good thing I'm on restocking duty because I don't really feel up to
exchanging clever insults with Elliot or swapping lies with Alex and the
other boys. Truth is I'm feeling a little sorry for myself and to give that
the attention it deserves I need solitude.

The afternoon ended-up moving along quite nicely until, finished with the
cereal aisle, I'd restocked my cart in the storage room with family-sized
bags of candy and pushed the cart to the candy aisle.  There I saw Miguel
Flores and Javier Lopez giggling while stuffing bags of candy into their
cargo pants pockets.  It startled me, I've never stolen anything in my
life... the thought of stealing simply never enters my mind.  That being
said, I'm not fanatical about it, I'm not morally indignant that these guys
are stealing from Stop & Shop, and it isn't part of my job description to
be a super market detective anyway. My mouth did drop open a little at
their brazenness though... nothing came to mind for me to say, I just
stared at them.  Javier saw me come around the corner and had an initial
startled look on his face, than a quick look of relief when he realized it
was me... he nudged Miguel who looked up, a big bag of Good n' Plenty in
his fist.  He gave me that wicked cute smile that makes him look so young,
the smile he hardly ever shows because he's too busy trying to be a
bad-ass.  Still smiling he put his index finger to his lips, like "Shhhhh",
put the bag of candy in his pocket and waved his fingers at me as in "Bye
bye" and the two of them chuckled their way out of the store.

I watched then go through the automatic door thinking, "I really don't need
any more shit to think about this afternoon?" Then I thought about what I
would have done if I hadn't recently bonded with those too after our fist
fight... would I have done something about them stealing, would I have done
something differently if I didn't know them?  Hmmmm, I don't believe I'd
have acted differently even if I didn't know them or the fight hadn't
happened. The teenagers' code doesn't allows me to butt in where it ain't
none of my business.  Stealing from me or my family or my friends, that's
would be a different matter altogether. Ya know what, these decisions we
teens are forced to make on the spur of the moment are fraught with
contradictions and therefore self doubt, but we all do the best we
can... what else can we do?  I put it out of my mind... fuck it.  Work made
the time pass quickly this afternoon and I was soon on my way home calling
Robby on my cell as I walked along, but got no answer.  Called him twice
more on my cell at home, still with no luck, then got him on my third try
as I was heating up some left over mac & cheese for my lonely dinner.  He
tells me he has the pick-up truck tonight, which is a good thing, but he
needs to bring Dodger and Vinnie to the Loop with him, which isn't a good
thing, but we'll manage.  He adds, "Of course I'll be over to pick you up,
Dylan... I can't hardly fucking wait to see ya, dude" so I felt better
after talking with him. And for sure, the thought of a sexual wrestling
match with Robby in the front seat of that truck definitely picked-up my
spirits.

After eating I showered and got myself all clean and shiny, combed my hair
just right and dressed in a cool button down shirt with the sleeves rolled
up off my wrists, cargo pants, and new balance running shoes... then I'm
sitting on the steps outside waiting for Robby, smoking a cigarette, when
Jake pulls up to the curb, parks and gets out waving me down to his car. He
doesn't scare me anymore... it's weird, but he just doesn't.  I step on my
cigarette butt and casually walk down the steps. "Whas sup, Jake?" He says,
"Hiya, sport... you're looking good as always.  I'm dropping off your Mom's
wallet.  She thinks she lost it... it was wedged between the bucket seats
in my car. Hey, I'm on my way to the Cape for a business meeting right now
and so I can't take this over to her at the restaurant, I'll entrust it to
you instead, Hot Stuff... OK?".  I take the wallet from his hand and
mumble, "Thanks, and... er, um... Jake..." He gives me a look that I know
means... don't bring that up, meaning the Ortiz incident.  Hesitantly he
goes, "Yeah...?" I look down, than look up to get eye contact and say in a
clear confident voice, "I've had a change of heart, Jake... couple weeks
ago I told you I'd think about forgiving you, but didn't really mean
it. Now, because of certain major improvements in my best friend's life and
because I believe you're apology is sincerely from your heart, I'm able to
truthfully say I forgive you... in my heart I forgive you."  He looked
away, when he looked back his eyes were damp. He held out his hand, we
shook once, then he said, "Thank you, Dylan... that means a lot to
me... for the way I feel about myself, I mean.  I've never done anything
like that before, it was a warning to me that I've been drinking too much
and.... oh, never mind all that. Just, thank you and...." he flips his
hands and shrugs, then adds "I really do offer my sincerest apologies."  I
nodded my head slightly, he bit his lip, and says, "Well, that's a load off
my mind... I gotta get going though....." I nodded again mumbling, "thanks
for my Mom's wallet..."  he got in his car and left... that was that.  I
took a deep breath, turned around and walked up the steps wondering if I
really did forgive him.  It's confusing, but no matter what I'd just told
him I'm still thinking I either don't forgive him or maybe I just can't
forget it and every time I think about it I get pissed off all over
again... like I said, it's a confusing situation but at least he seemed to
believe me and that's good because I wanted to pay him back for helping
Chubby and now I think I did.

I'm inside the condo when a horn sounded outside... I recognized it as the
Dicker's pick-up truck horn so I put the wallet on the kitchen bar where
Mom would see it as soon as she came in tonight, then hustled down to the
pickup. Vinnie and Dodger were cramming themselves into the little back
seat leaving the shotgun seat for me.  I say, "I can't believe you two
knuckleheads are actually being considerate for once."  Dodger says, "We're
actually not, Robby just dropped a big hard-boiled-egg & Slim-Jim fart in
the front seat, we've evacuating the area, that's all." Robby smiled at me
and says, "Children are so cute..." I looked back and saw their faces
smirking back at me and I know the three of us were thinking about our
three-sum and, oh fuck! ... it had been uber hot. How am I going to be able
to turn down a invitation to do it again? Not easily, but I've simply got
to, dammit! I concentrated on Robby then, boy he looks good... can't wait
to suck on his tongue with my nose pressed against his fabulous face,
smelling his Robby smell... oh God, I'm so horny for him. It's difficult
not staring at Robby as he drove, but I know I better not because the two
boys in the back would see me.  I exchanged insulting comments with them
instead, catching eye contact via the rear view mirror... we chuckled our
way to the Loop where Robby dropped the boys off and then drove him and me
around back looking for a place to park... and fuck.  We settled on parking
in the middle of a couple of tractor trailers behind Dunkin Donuts, it was
too far from the movie theater to make any sense unless a person wanted to
be hidden, which we did.  No sooner was the car turned off then Robby and
me had our arms around one another, our mouths together and my wish has
become reality... I was tasting and smelling and feeling one of the worlds
yummiest boys.  We sucked and licked each others mouth, tongue, and face
making "Mmmmmm" sounds in our throats. For whatever reason this was the
most wonderful experience yet, I mean we've made-out a hundred times, but
it felt different tonight somehow. All week I'd been desperately wanting to
do this with Robby and I gotta believe it's developed into true
love... when desire becomes need it takes things up a notch or two.  I
needed to be doing this with Robby, like people need food and water, I need
Robby.

The fact that he seems to need me too is a vital part of it all I
suppose... all I'm sure of is that something new has clicked "in" during
the past three weeks or so and my level of commitment to Robby is way the
fuck up there... this is a brand new emotion for me and I was acting a
little pathetic maybe, but out of breaths from our intense make-out, my
face against the side of his face, both of our cheeks wet with our saliva,
I'm saying "I love you so much Robby... it's actually scaring me a little.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you !!" He pulls my face around
and kisses it all over then says, "They're the best words I've ever heard
escape from your cute mouth" then another wet kiss on my lips and he says,
"Maybe you're getting near the amount of love for me that I feel for
you... wouldn't that be something.  I think about you all day long,
Dylan... last thought before sleep is of you."  We did our lovers kisses
then, the passionate kisses... done slowly.  All I could taste or smell was
Robby, my face and mouth and sinuses were filled with him.  My cock hurt
from stretching to it's maximum hardness, it's almost surreal the way it
reacts to my make outs with my boyfriend.  Robby came up for air then and
said, "I want to fuck you tonight Dylan, can I?" My eyes got big as I'm
nodding my head and Robby goes, "OK then, you sit on my lap... no wait, I
want to start doing you doggy style on the seat there" and he pointed to my
side of the bench seat so I rustled my pants off while Robby got the small
supply of lube and tissues he had hidden under the seat on his side. This
is an unexpected, yet awesome turn of events!  I was excited, maybe this
will be the start of something new in our relationship... well, actually it
already is. I'm on my hands and knees, Robby's behind me on his knees
between my legs. He says, "I'm nervous, Dylan... I want to do this perfect
for you, ya know?  I feel his finger applying lube, I hear him take a big
breath, his hands gripping my hips smearing lube there from his finger, the
head of his cock at my hole... another big breath and, Bang!... he pushes
his cock up my ass it's full three and a half fat inches, it feels just
like his brother's cock, sexily fantastic... He goes, "Ohhh God!" then he
pulls right out and yells, "Oops, dammmit!"

Looking back at Robby, my anus quivering, he goes, "I didn't mean to pull
out, sorry. I was too abrupt" and then his fat water-hydrant-shaped cock
humped back inside me and I go "Ahhhh... Jeez, Robby... that feels good".
Robby grunted and began fucking me in a bit of an abrupt frenzy, pulling
totally out of my ass with every forth or fifth hump... he'd curse quietly
and ram it back in.  Soon enough he got the hang of it, but there was no
thought of drawing this out... the sensations obviously got hold of him and
Robby began a frantic rabbit fuck, I was making "Oooh, oooh" sounds every
time he pushed his boner in and smacked his groin against my ass, the top
of my head bumping the door's window frame with every thrust. He was into
very quick penetrations, they felt great but we weren't going to last long
at this pace. Three minutes into the fuck and he's squealing, "I'm gonna
cum... oh my God, this is it... Ahhhhh, Ahh... I'm cumming..." and he sure
did. He might have shot more spunk up my ass than anyone's ever done
before.  A long climax, and it was messy.  My balls were churning some
themselves, but weren't ready to blow just yet.  Robby was soon laying on
my back humping his hips groaning in my ear, his stubby boner still up my
hole, "Ooooooh, mmmmm, ooooh.... That was good."  A minute later he
straightened up and popped his cock out of my ass asking, "Was that too
quick, Dylan?  A little bit too fast, maybe?  It felt really, really
fantastic...." I go, "Maybe a tad too quick, but it was a great fuck, I
love your cock inside me." I'm sitting on the seat now and he's looking at
me, "You didn't cum?" I say, "Not yet, you wanna sit on this boner I got
poking up from my lap?"  He's grinning, "Yeah, I would..." he's reaching on
the floor again for the tissues and lube "Sit on these tissues Dylan, I
poured a lot of spunk up your ass and the seat will get icky" so I sat on a
handful of tissues and he lubed my cock... then, feeling the need for more
reassurance, he mumbled, "I know I've got a small dick, did it feel OK for
you Dylan?"  I told him it felt wonderful. He's nodding his head, satisfied
he did alright... then, with a knee on either side of my thigh he positions
my boner to his newly lubed hole and carefully sat on it slowly sliding
down six inches of wooden boner ending up flat on my lap, his beautiful
face bright red, inches from my face.  Then a grimace from Robby, followed
by a grin and I'm going, "Ahhhh, mmmmm, yeah Robby, that nice...." He
mumbles, with a grin, "Little tight at first... nice now though" and he
rides my boner quickly a few times and sets his rhythm at a much slower
pace than the one he used to fuck me with. He got his arms around by neck
to pull our faces together and we made out hot and heavy, with lots of
spit, as he humped up and down my hard cock.  When I climaxed it felt like
the top of my dick flew off along with the cum load... burning, but
exhilarating at the same time... three follow up squirts that felt almost
as good as the first.  "I felt it Dylan, that was nice, dude... felt
awesome." I'm seeing stars while trying to catch my breath, but manage to
squeak out, "Awesome...."

Robby had sprung another boner too although no more spunk.  He rode his cum
soaked ass on my cock for a bit than sat on my lap and held the side of his
face against mine without either of us talking.  After a minute or so, he
quietly says, "Can we just stay in the pickup like this Dylan, forget about
the movies?  I just want to be with you."  I hugged him around the waist
quietly saying, "We better not, Robby... let's keep it simple for a while
longer... OK?"  He didn't reply, just sat there for another minute or so
and than went up on his knees pulling his asshole off my boner... cum
rolled down the shaft of my cock to pool in my crotch.  Cum in my ass and
on my cock, plus all over and around my pelvic area, I liked it that
way. We were quietly using the tissues to clean up the best we could and,
as I was rustling my pants up, I glanced out the window and noticed a man
in the cab of the closest tractor trailer staring down at us with a blank
expression on his face. He must have been sleeping in the cab, woke up some
time during our love making, and watched.  I go, "Robby, start the pickup
and slowly drive away from here, someone was watching us".  He's like,
"What...?" and he looks over seeing the man, "Oh fuck... that's creepy!"
Quickly zipping up his fly, he fumbled with the key to start the truck.  It
starts right up and Robby pulls away leaving a little rubber, we both get a
nervous laugh going by the time we're around in front of the movie
theater... the tractor trailer driver apparently had no interest in
following us, but we locked up the truck and hurried into the theater
anyway. Directly into the men room we go for more nervous giggling and more
cleaning up.  Then outside to casually mingle with a group of kids trading
barbs while smoking.  After about fifteen minutes we sauntered toward the
back parking lot to look down to where we'd been parked and saw the same
tractor trailer sitting there motionless... "Ya gotta wonder how much he
saw" Robby quietly mumbled.  I go, "We got lucky this time, but there are
perverts and all kinds of nut-cases out there. It was a one in a million
thing that a guy would be sleeping in that cab.  Weird... ya just never
know in life".

Back around the front of the theater I ran into Mary Jo talking to another
girl, she says "You're Dylan, aren't you?" I nod that I am and she says,
"Jeff's looking for ya, he's inside checking the snack bar".  I stared at
her expressionless and she breaks into a pretty smile and sweetly says,
"What...?" I go, "Oh, nothing... thanks.  I'll go find him."  Who would
have thought she'd be nice... I expected something totally different, not
that I'm a freaking expert on girls or anything like that... I'm just
saying.  Robby touches my arm, then points, saying "There he is, Dylan.
Over there, Chubby's talking to Wayne Price near the popcorn stand" I go,
"Oh yeah, thanks" Robby adds, "I gotta find Dodger to make sure we're
coordinated for his ride after the movies. I'll hook up with you in a
couple minutes." He squeezed my arm and whispered, "Your cum is still
drooling out of my ass, Dylan... good thing I put plenty of tissued in my
shorts, but it still feels so hot!" I go. "Dude, same here." and walk
inside to where Chubby's standing.  I say a quiet "whassup?" to Wayne who
goes, "Newman, how they hanging, man?" pats my shoulder and mumbles, "Later
dude, I gotta go. I'm with Carol Brighton tonight" he winks knowingly at
me, then adds, "and I'm not messing up that opportunity". I look at him
blackly, without a clue... Chubby says, "Yipes, enjoy those tits, dude!"
Wayne leaves, I don't even know who Carol Brighton is or why Chubby said
"Yipes"... I guess cause she's a Ho.  I look at Chubby and go, "That girl
said you were looking for me..." and he says, "Ah, yeah... everything OK,
Dylan? I wanted to make sure you got a ride... or, ya know, I'd have driven
back to get you."  I say, "Oh, huh?... drive back for me?  Oh yeah, thanks
Chubby... yeah, Robby got me." He goes, "You're not pissed-off at me, are
you?" and I'm like, "Pissed-off?  Why?  Noooo... no way Chub, we're cool."
He looks around, then looks at his hand and sees he's holding a container
of popcorn, he goes, "Oh yeah, I got you a popcorn when I was in line" and
he hands me what obviously was his, or probably Mary Jo's large popcorn. I
mumble, "Sweet... thanks" and we drift back outside where I see Dodger,
Vinnie, and Robby talking... I say, "Guess I'll see ya later, Chubby.."
He's like, "You going to Wendy's after the show?" and I'm "Oh yeah, see you
there" and we separated. See, no problem... we're solid.

Twelve of us, eight boys and four girls, hooked-up after the movie to enjoy
some way good food fast at Wendy's...  as opposed to fast food at say
Burger King or McDonalds.  After eating. with most of us messing around
boisterously while doing so, Chubby went off with Mary Jo and another
couple while Robby drove me, Vinnie, and Dodger home.  Robby knows I'm
going out with Willie tomorrow although he never asked about it.  He never
mentioned what he was doing Saturday night either, and I didn't ask. I'm
guessing he'll probably be hanging out with guys from the baseball team. In
bed that night I allowed myself to think about tomorrow and had to admit to
myself I'm excited about seeing Willie. OK, I'm excited mostly about
getting fucked like only Willie can do it... that's the bottom line. I
still love him but it isn't romantic love any longer; it's more like the
way you love a good buddy... in this case a sex buddy of the highest
calibre. Next morning I took another long shower getting meticulously clean
all over and then spent some time making sure my hair was just right. I
dressed in my coolest clean clothes, put on the necklace and watch Willie
gave me and then stuffed that great wallet he bought me a few weeks ago
into my back pocket.  Damn, as noontime approached I even feel a little
nervous, and without knowing exactly why... a premonition maybe. Some kind
of apprehension about not being invited to spend the night with him, and to
be honest, I'm wicked disappointed about that.  In the kitchen I fidgeted
with my cargo shorts trying to get them low on my hips as my Mom bustles
out of her bedroom, gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, "Have a great
day, Dylan.  Oh, and thanks for finding my wallet!" ... then "You are the
cutest thing!" as she's pinching my cheek like I'm still a little kid. I
go, "Mooomm!" She's checking herself in the mirror, I say "I didn't find
it... Jake dropped the wallet off last night." "Well, I'm thrilled to get
it back, honey... gotta run" She grabs her over-sized purse and out the
door she flies, a whirlwind of energy, off shopping with Tris.  Man, those
two love to shop... so does Willie actually... me too a little bit.  I was
jittery so outside I go, lighting a Marlboro Light on the way, then
practiced the way Robby and I do that inhaling/exhaling thing.  Big drag
and then allow the smoke to drift out of the mouth to be immediately
inhaled through my nose and exhaled a second time through my mouth... ha
ha, we exchange smoke from each other's lungs sometime with our mouths
together and our noses rubbing against one another, smoke encasing our
heads.  It always gets us dizzy but Robby and me like to share with each
other... sweat, spit, and cum mostly, but smoke and air from each other's
lungs too... hot all the way around.  Wonder if we'd take the sharing any
further than that? OK... here comes Willie now....

His BMW convertible, top down, comes gliding down the street... Willie's
wearing cool shades, looking rich and smug.  It gave me a semi-boner just
seeing his posture which reeked of self confidence... arrogance too if I'm
honest about it, but I know how sweet he can be too.  And he's so fucking
sexy!  I stepped on my half smoked cigarette and popped four peppermint Tic
Tacs in my mouth, sucking them like mad as I ran down the steps.  Oh my
God, Willie's looking so hot today... kind of getting prettier as he gets
older and grows into his longish looks... of course there's that ubiquitous
smirk on his face, I get squirmy just seeing him. How can anyone be so
cooly confident?  He wasn't always like that, but over the fifteen mouths
we've been going out he's developed into this dominant boy who gets me so
hard.  By the time I'm at the bottom of the steps I'm thinking, "No way I'm
gonna be able to give him up... it ain't happening."  Willie cooly wiggled
his finger at me indicating I was to come to his side of the car and when I
was in front of him, a big smile on my face, he says, "Hi sweetheart, give
me a kiss right here, right now" and I leaned down right in front of my
condo, put my arms around his neck and did what he said.  What a fabulous
kiss he gave back, it lasted almost a minute and I didn't care by
then... my full blown boner was poking out my pants in front as Willie
casually licked up the front of my nose three times leaving so much saliva
there I couldn't breath-in through my nostrils... all I smelled was sexy
Willie.  He said, "Good boy, Dylan.  I've finally trained you to make-out
wherever I want you to, without you hesitating a bit... even right in front
of your house.  Get in the car now, baby."  I gave a startled look at his
abruptness, his change in demeanor, but it tightened my boner some too, the
authoritative manner he had of telling me to get in the car, made me gulp
and hustle around to the passenger seat... inside he held his hand out and
I took hold of it.

Sitting there looking at each other for maybe thirty seconds holding hands,
then he wiggled the finger of his other hand for me to lean over to him and
again, I did what his finger told me to do and we kissed and licked each
other's tongue, not caring who was watching. I can't fucking resist him.
He let go of my hand and began groping my crotch... then, after undoing my
pants, he squeezed his hand down inside the back of my jockey underwear.  I
figured he was intent on making me cum in my pants right in front of my own
house and I knew that's a bad idea, but I was powerless to do anything
about it... fact is, I was so aroused I didn't want to do anything about
it. My dick was my brain and it felt so good.  Willie dragged his tongue
from my mouth, across my cheek, to my ear where he saturated it with saliva
and then quietly said, "Lift up baby so I can get inside your pussy" I
leaned forward a bit and raised one buttocks and in went Willie's finger,
all the way to the knuckle, "Ride it baby, do it!" I humped up and down two
inches or so till I felt my ball getting real tight, he pulled my face to
his and sucked my tongue till I blew a long stream of cum in my pants.  I
was moaning his name saying "I love you, Willie"... he finger-fucked me
some more and another string of cum soaked into my pants.  My arms were
around his neck, our faces full of spit, my pants full of cum... my ass
full of Willie's finger, and it all felt so good.  The entire sequence
couldn't have taken more than five minutes, but I climaxed like we'd been
making out for half an hour. He just does it for me.  When he pulled his
finger out he asked, "How was that, babe?"  I said, "Awesome, Willie... and
I don't even care who saw us" but actually the reality of doing this in an
open convertible was sinking in fast... my heart beat picked-up, my face
got blushing red, and I was petrified someone did see us.  I mean, of
course people saw us as they drove by, but who might have seen me that
knows me?  After climax the brain gets turned back on and now I'm wicked
self conscious... can you imagine someone observing that! Willie was
meticulously cleaning his finger-fucking finger with a handi-wipe saying,
"God damn, Dylan... I'm proud of you, you've come a long way in the past
year or so.  Now, let's get directly to my bedroom because you've got me so
fucking horny it's getting serious, dude.  I need to get my cock up your
pussy a couple times this afternoon... at least a couple time."  I go, "Oh
man, you fuck me so good..." but I was talking while swiveling my head all
around looking for someone who may have observed us, but nothing... I think
I got away with it.

My pants were wet with cooling cum, I go "Willie, can I run up and change
my pants?" Willie says, "No, you'll wear some of my stuff when we get to
the house. He pulled away from the curb and, even with a mess in my pants,
it was a relief to be leaving the scene of the crime, so ta speak. I leaned
over and kissed Willie's cheek, then said "Whatever you say Willie, I've
been missing you... but how come I can't stay over with you tonight?"  He
goes, "Not now Dylan, I'll explain things when the time is right".
Mumbling, "Alright, Willie" and then "Where's Andy?  I thought he'd be with
you."  Willie snaps his head around and sharply says, "Dylan, I just told
you... not now."  He's the only boy on the planet that I'd say this to in a
similar situation... I automatically said, "Yes, Willie. I'm sorry."  After
saying it of course I was pissed at myself... what the hell am I sorry
about?  Oh well, I'll give Willie the benefit of the doubt here... maybe
he's under some stress about the end of the school year or something.  Two
minutes later he says, "I shouldn't have snapped at you, babe... there's
some things on my mind, you'll understand later. Let's forget all about
that and have a hot time this afternoon... OK?"  I mumble, "Sure,
Willie... it's OK". He took a deep breath like he was really having a tough
time with something on his mind... frankly I've never seen him quite like
this.

After a bit we talked about high school stuff... he talked some about his
final exams and how he thinks he aced them all and then he told me how Andy
had done with his exams and about some kid who got caught cheating and what
pricks teachers can be and blab, blab, blab.  I wasn't really interested
until we talked some about the fast start the Red Sox were off to and by
then Willie was pulling into a convenience store's parking lot.  He
mumbled, "Let me get some money" then he handed me a ten dollar bill and
sent me in for a pack of cigarettes and a pack of Spearmint gum.  I don't
mind running an errand for Willie because he's so generous to me, I feel
it's my contribution. Maybe some boys would feel inferior or something, but
I'm comfortable enough about myself that I don't feel I'm above running an
errand in a circumstance like this.  And after all, Willie is the boss
where he and me are concerned... I've conceded him that point as far back
as our weekend in Sea Isle City last summer.  Whether someone likes to
admit it or not it's very rare that a relationship is exactly fifty/fifty
anyway... that's because, when push comes to shove, one of the two usually
holds a touch more of the decision making power than the other... otherwise
it would be a monumental pain in the ass making the many little decisions
needed to get from one day to the next. Between Willie and me, he just
holds more decision making power than I do, more than most I guess, but it
works for us.

Back in the car I hand over the cigarettes, gum, and change.  Willie
smiling into my face says, "Thanks, baby... um, how bad do you want it this
afternoon, huh? You been thinking about me fucking you?" I nodded my head
and said, "You're the hottest, Willie... I think about you fucking my pussy
a lot."  He grinned and nodded his head, mostly he was pleased I called my
ass a pussy which he insist on... I knew he'd like that.  He reached over
and squeezed my thigh affectionately, then drove the rest of the way to his
house.  It always shocks me how big his house is... inside that big house,
our footsteps echoing as we climbed the main front steps... they're dark
shiny wood steps as opposed to the carpeted back steps we usually use.
Willie says, "Everyone's out till late this afternoon.  I'll fuck you real
hard, baby... then I'll give you your hickey and we'll get some lunch after
that, OK?"  I go, "OK, Willie...". I was excited all of a sudden because it
was a thrilling experience for me to get fucked by Willie.  I felt so lucky
to be his boyfriend... forget all about the love concerns... right now it's
all about enjoying our sexuality and I was hot for it.  Like he'd done a
little earlier this afternoon, on all our dates he gets me to blow a load
before he fucks me so that my next climax will be stretched out, he says it
throws him off his game when I cum too soon during intercourse.  I'll cum
again when he's fucking me even though I just did it, but it'll require
maybe a fifteen minute fuck and that's the way Willie wants it. "Get
undressed, clean-up your cum, and then put on those silk panties, Dylan.  I
gotta scrub this finger, I can still smell a little pussy on it." I did
what he said and was naked, except for the girlie silk underwear, when
Willie came out of his bathroom. He goes, "Get in position baby, don't make
me tell you every time... you know how I like you to wait for me".  I bent
over to rest my arms on his bed, my head on my forearms, my ass... er, that
is my pussy, up in the air with my legs spread.  Willie began to undress,
he says "Keep your pussy up, today I'm going to fuck you without lube
because I'm feeling really randy and you like it rough anyway."

When he was naked, instead of fucking me he pulled my silk panties halfway
down my thighs, stroked my cock a few times, smacked my ass a few times,
then sits next to me on the edge of the bed and rubbed my back.  "Is this
hot for you, Dylan?" he lazily asks.  I go, "The hottest, Willie" and he
gets a fistful of my faux hawk haircut to pull my head off the bed "Then
get over here between my legs, and give me some head".  I got on my knees
in front of him, Willie draped a leg over each of my shoulders and held my
body against the side of the mattress, my face firmly against his shaved
crotch. I began licking my way all around his cock, his smell very much in
my head now. Willie pulled my hair absently or rubbed up the back of my
head, all the while mumbling, "You've got the most beautiful fucking hair
I've ever seen" After a bit he's going, "That's nice, baby... lick my balls
some more... ahhh, nice..." I loved hearing his words of approval and I
licked and sucked for all I was worth, just waiting for his OK to get his
cock, which was pretty firm by now, into my mouth.  My arms low around his
waist, my face slippery with my own spit, my tongue moving faster than a
dog lapping at a peanut butter spill, and my cock so hard it stood straight
out from my body, the wet head poking the side of the bed whenever Willie
tightened his legs on my back to get me tighter to him.  I was moaning
along with the lapping... it's a trance of pleasure for me.  After a bit,
Willie goes "OK, babe... you can suck my cock now" I squirm my face over
and begin lapping up the shaft to get to the yummy head. Once I have his
cock in my mouth my balls begin to tighten up... if I hadn't climaxed a
half hour ago I'd be popping off right now.  I sucked him off making wet
mouth noises, loving ever second of it... his smell had me swooning, moans
in my throat.  When I tasted his precum he groaned, let out a long breathy
exhale, and mumbled, "OK, Dylan... some rimming now"... his legs came off
my shoulders as he lay back on the bed, his asshole at the edge.  Still on
my knees, my hands spreading his buttocks, I licked, kissed, and sucked his
great looking, firm hairless ass all the time humping my hips with
arousal... it's so hot doing this. Willie finally wheezes out, "OK,
enough... I don't wanna cum" and he's got a handful of my hair again
pulling my head up.  Willie's face is flushed and he's doing short breaths
as he stares at my face still hold my head back with that fistful of my
hair, my Adams apple protruding slightly... I got the strangest feeling he
was going to slap my face, but he didn't... his eyes were loving. Catching
his breath he says, "I'll never find a boyfriend as good as you,
Dylan... whatever happens in our life you gotta know, where sex is
involved, you're special... you're a rare special sex partner because you
give yourself totally up and I love you for it.
 I really do." He gave my hair a final yank and said, "Get back over in the
position, babe..." I scrambled to do what he'd said as he's adding, "I
don't ever remember being more aroused, I gotta fuck you right now..."

Back in position, standing with my arms back on the bed and my head resting
on them, I twisted my head around a little looking back at Willie as he
stroked his long boner.  Willie had just given me the most generous
compliment he's ever given me and it somehow was worrisome that something
bad might be coming next... why do I feel that way?" He steps over to me
saying, "You've got the hottest ass I've ever seen... let me tenderize it a
bit though..." and he smacks my ass five times with his open hand, it
really stings. "Head forward, Dylan... you know the drill. We've been doing
this long enough by now." He's apparently over his sentimental lapse and is
reverting to the way Larry and Carl fucked Willie and me early last
summer. I know the position he's talking about because he did Andy and me
this way, us side by side, last time we had a three-way.  Willie's
obviously promoted himself to the role of Larry while he's assigned me my
same old status, the same status he used to have, but I don't mind because
I prefer to bottom. He spreads my buttocks, squeezes them in his fists,
mumbles, "Still a bit tense..." then he spanks me for almost a minute with
deliberate wide smacks using his open hand, me grunting with each
slap... he then abruptly, without warning, forced his boned-up, dripping
cock head seven-plus inches inside me.  Jesus! Did that ever burn, but the
spanking was stinging so much the hurt from the non-lube entry wasn't as
noticeable as it should have been. Willie was grunting and breathing nosily
through his nose, then big inhales through his mouth... he was very
stimulated. After spanking me for that minute, he had simply spread my ass
cheeks stretching my hole, and plowed his boner up inside me. I had tears
in my eyes because there was a lot of stinging involved, but at the same
time my dick started boning up once again because the whole process was
such a hot turn-on for me.

Willie continued breathing noisily through his nose, without speaking.  I
heard myself moan with sexual pleasure which caused Willie to smack my ass
again and say, "Keep your pussy up, Dylan..."  I pushed my ass up two
inches more and Willie withdrew his boner almost all the way before forcing
it way up inside me again... then another withdrawal and push back which
went easier... Willie's precum and some ass juices helping things along.
"How it feeling, baby?"  I groan, "It hurts, Willie, but it feels awful
good too" He snorts a laugh, smacks my red ass again and humps in and out
five times.  Now it's feeling oh so good and I moan, "Ohhh Willie... fuck
me.. fuck my pussy".  He gets his hands cupped around the top of both my
shoulders pulling me back against his crotch with every drive up my ass. No
one, in my limited experience, has a constant, smooth, hip movement like
Willie's when he's humping effortlessly up my hole.  The rhythm of it was
fast, his hands squeezing my shoulders and I'm soon swooning, "Ohh ohhh
ohh... Ahh Ahh ...  right like that... ohh ohh... fuck me Willie.."  He's
grunting now with the effort, his crotch is as sweaty as my ass and each
quick penetration makes a wet "splat" sound to go with Willie's heavy
grunting breaths and my "Ahh... Ohhh... Ah Ahhh".  That long boner of his
had it's way, I didn't want it to stop... Willie says, "I'm gonna
cum... Ahhh... fuck..." I reached under me and stroked my boner as he peed
cum up my ass and the wet sounds got really sloppy-sounding back there
then.  I spurted a small squirt of cum, then as his second load was firing
up my ass I squirted another few drops.  My ass felt electric, so fine my
head was moving back and forth on my arms as I moaned with pleasure.

Humping after his climax for a minute or so, then slowing down, then giving
me the order... "Up on the bed Dylan". I did as I was told and his cock was
pulled out of my hole in the process.  He climbed up behind me, then pushed
his boner back up my ass, I go...  "Ahhhhh, oh yeahhhh, Willie... Ohhh
yeah..."  Willie was breathing hard against the back of my neck and I could
feel his quick beating heart against my back, he says "Put your arms
against you sides" and when I did he wrapped me in his arms and legs very
tightly and I snuggled into him for a few seconds until I felt secure, or
maybe I felt captured.  We lay like that with me having just a touch of
claustrophobia until Willie caught his breath and his heart rate was back
to normal. My ass felt so good being filled with Willie's long cock,
squishy with his cum. "Scoot your head back baby... chin up" I exposed my
neck and Willie began sucking and licking a large raised hickey on my neck.
I felt very submissive during the procedure which can take up to fifteen
minutes.  Willie's trained me to not complain when it gets burning and
irritated... I just keep my head still... no sounds of annoyance
either... just silence.  Willie finally goes, "There, that's a nice
one... you taste so good, baby. I don't know what the fuck it is, but Andy
has a tiny bit of a bitter taste after awhile.  Probably his diet, he eats
too much junk food. Pull your head over now."  I've been in a Willie
induced trance for a while... he tightens his grasp on me and asks, "Did
you like that fuck, Dylan?"  I go, "I loved it Willie".  He asks, "Hows
your hickey feel?"  I say, "It's fine, Willie... I like your hickeys now."
He says, "Damn, we've come a long way together, haven't we, Dylan?  You
love me?" I say, "You know I do."  He goes, "Say it.." I say, "I love you
Willie, and I'm lucky to be your boyfriend."  he says, "Good boy" and a
tighter hug is my reward, then "You like that I'm dominant, don't you?" I
say, "Yes" but as I said it I'm thinking that might be the first time he's
ever used the word dominant... first time he's come right out with it.
He's certainly acted dominant, but not used the word.  He says, "I love you
too... I especially love how you've learned to be very submissive to me. To
be honest though, I knew you would from the beginning... from early in our
relationship.  It was just a matter of me conditioning you properly."

Letting those comments slide because I wanted them to go away... I let
Willie get them out if he must, but let's get past them too... I snuggled
into him some more waiting for him to change the subject.  I love the
snuggling as I've mentioned numerous times and it's usually only with
Willie I get a chance to really get hugged like this.  Willie quietly says,
"I wanted to bring up the specific dominant/submissive relationship we have
to be sure you recognize it for what it is, and for another very important
reason too. I've put off telling you about this because I'm sure you'll be
devastated by it.  I know how much you depend on our relationship and I
assure you there isn't any reason we can't be in a loving relationship for
years to come.  That being said, I'm going to tell you something and I need
you to do what I say, which is... do not fall apart on me.  Do not
disappoint me like Andy did.".  I was getting scared now, my heart was
beating faster, I said, "I won't, Willie... what do you need to tell me".
He said, "It's not like it's the end of the world..."  He takes a long
breath and says very quickly, "It's just that I'm leaving for the UK
tonight... I'll be touring Europe with a group of students for ten weeks
and it's that kind of 'return to yester year' crap where we won't have
access to the Internet, ipods, PCs... nothing."  I'm thinking, 'I won't
have my sexy summer with Willie?'  It slips out of my mouth "Noooo! The
whole summer? You'll be away the whole summer?  Is Andy going?" Willie
goes, "I knew you'd be upset, but I won't allow you to pull a drama queen
act on me... I've taught you better than that!  And... no, Andy isn't one
of the group.  I don't even know the kids who are going, my father set it
up... it's been on my itinerary since Middle School for Christ sakes... all
Worthington young men go on the same type of trip that my great grandfather
went on."  I rustle around in his arms but he tightens them and says, "Stay
still, Dylan" and I go, "You've known about this from the day we met?" He
says, "Way before that, but I didn't know we'd fall in love like this and
when it happened I could see how attached you were to me so I didn't have
the heart to lay this news on you until I absolutely had to. It's only ten
weeks and then I'll be back... you can hold off for ten weeks surely."

This was so unexpected I couldn't think how I felt, how I should
respond... I was a little fucked-up in the head at the moment.  I mean, no
Willie-sex all summer, and it was probably going be my last summer with
him?  That sucks!  He lets me loose and says, "Squirm around and face me
now, Dylan... this is important!" I did it with me making some squeals
"Ohhh.... ah ah ah" as I pull off his cock, my asshole dilated and feeling
really exposed, wide open, his cum runs across my buttocks as I hustle
around to face him.  When we're face to face he gets my head between his
hands and says, "Look me in the eyes, baby... you need to promise me you
won't fuck or get fucked when I'm gone... and if you do, you gotta use
condoms!" He shakes my head a bit as if he needs to get my attention and
says, "You understand?  I need your pussy to be pure so we can continue
with our bareback sex... I won't have sex with you otherwise, it's that
simple.  It goes without saying I'll be celibate on the trip... for all I
know there won't be another gay boy in attendance anyway.  If some miracle
occurs and I get a chance at sex it will be protected sex... you too, OK?"
He moves my head up and down as if I'm indicating yes as I mumble "Yes,
Willie". Then a big kiss on my lips followed by, "You took that news very
well, Dylan... I'm proud of you, baby".  I smile and go, "What did Andy
do?" and Willie relaxed a bit and told me about the crying jag Andy put on.
Andy thought the three of us were going to be heating up the New England
states with our sex all summer.  Jeez, that does sound cool... maybe I'll
give Andy a call.  That random though made be chuckle, Willie thought I was
chuckling about Andy's crying jag and he goes, "Hey, it's not funny,
Dylan. Andy maybe is more in love with me than you are and so he's taking
the news more to heart, did ya ever think of that?"  I go, "I take it to
heart" and I got my arms around his neck and we had a hot make-out which
resulted in Willie fucking me for twenty minutes doggy style, me stroking
my new boner the last five minutes, finally getting a few more drops of
spunk... hot!. Then we took our shower together after which Willie drove us
back to Framingham, up route nine to Ken's Steak house for our goodbye
lunch.

He'd asked me, as we were drying off after the shower, where I wanted to
eat lunch and I picked Ken's.  The lunch was low key because we both wished
it was for another purpose other than saying goodbye for ten weeks.
Outside after lunch Willie kissed me on the mouth, then hugged me to him
mumbling, "Remember Dylan, I won't be able to email you or text you or cell
phone you, or anything.... and no unprotected sex!  And most of
all... remember who loves you to death and who gives you the best fucks
ever, and remember..." he whispered real low in my ear "how much you like
me dominating you, baby... don't let yourself forget that, not everyone can
be dominant in the right way like I can.  The first day I get back I'm
gonna start making it up to you for all my sex that you went without... I
promise."  He sounded like he had tears in his voice when he said, "Please,
Dylan... don't talk now or I'll get like Andy." He nodded his head toward
the BMW, we got in and drove to my condo.  There I tried to say something
but he put his finger on my lips and mouthed "I love you best of all.."  I
got out of the car wanting the goodbye to last longer, but he drove away
putting and end to it with me thinking "That was kinda anti-climatic...
Now, how do I really feel about this... how do I feel way deep down?
Hmmmmm?"  It was three-thirty on a Saturday afternoon and I didn't have
anything to do.  Willie had been "What to do" most of my Saturdays and
Saturday nights, and usually Wednesday night too, all summer... now, he's
not.  I went into my condo, dragged myself to my bedroom and flopped on my
bed.  If Andy had been going with Willie on the ten week tour I'd be
jealous, I admit that... but he's not so how disappointed am I?  Maybe more
than I initially thought I'd be.  Willie can be such a pompous jerk... he
learned that from Larry, but he can also be funny, sweet, and wicked
generous and I know he loves me. That's all true but in the end it comes
back to the sex and I'm gonna miss, miss it something terrible... I just
know I am.  Perhaps more than I think at this moment too, but it isn't
really a crying situation for me right now and that tells me something.
But what....?

I began to feel a big loss after an hour or so... a big part of my life was
gone for the summer, for at least the summer, and I did cry a
bit... feeling sorry for myself more than anything else.  Then I had this
guilt trip that I hadn't shown Willie how really sad I am that he's not
going to be around all summer... he said he was proud of how I accepted the
information, but maybe his feelings were hurt that I didn't seem more
upset.  He doesn't deserve to be dissed by me in any way... all the things
we've done together... all the sex.  Damn, why does he need to go on that
stupid trip this summer? It occurred to me that Willie and I took cell
phone pictures of each other... maybe a couple thousand of them, but he has
them all. Not of us doing sex, we didn't ever take pictures of that... the
pictures are of us doing the stuff we did together other than sex and there
was a ton of things we did on our dates before and after the sex.  I want a
picture of him, he's so uniquely sexy looking... I do love him, and for
more than just sex.  Yes, that word SEX comes up a lot where Willie and me
are concerned and I'm not downplaying the significants of it at all,
gay-boy sex is a major, major interest in my life... no question or doubt
about that, but I love Willie for other reasons too... OK, it's not
romantic love, but it's love of some kind. Maybe I don't have the urge to
cry harder about Willie being away all summer because I feel confident that
sex is always going to be in my life and that there will always be boys
with a dominant bent that I'll be attracted to. That, plus the fact that a
couple of boys are attracted to me right now... neither a particularly
dominant nor submissive boy, meaning Connor and Robby.  Robby who has been
more submissive than dominant for sure, but is gaining confidence and
heading toward a more neutral position... a little dominant and a little
submissive. Connor who's kind of in a gay-training status more than
anything having to do with submissive or dominant.  Then there's the pups,
Vinnie and Dodger, who I've sworn off of, but who think I rock... and of
course Chubby who's hard to figure out from one day to the next, but who is
always on my mind.  And other boys I've yet to meet.  All of that being
true, I'll still miss Willie's sex a lot... it'll hurt for a bit but
thankfully I'm not frantic like I would have been as recent as six months
ago.  I'm able to make the best of it now.  Still, I'm not in very good
spirits... maybe I should call Willie and get a few pictures of him that I
can ogle this summer. No, something tells me he wouldn't want me to
call... he wanted to break-off the goodbye scene before he made a scene
himself. That's kinda nice that he cares for me so much... he said he loved
me best. Should I tell Andy that... that's if I actually do have the balls
to call him? Probably best not to mention it...

When I finally wandered out of my bedroom, still trying to sort out my
feelings, Mom was rushing around getting ready for work... after she left I
sauntered outside to kill some time having a cigarette.  Halfway through it
Chubby pulls up in our Jeep.  I watch him get out, thank God he's
alone... he starts up the steps and then stops when he sees me sitting here
on the top step.  Oh man, what a nice smile I get.  Chubby has those super
white teeth and the small chin that makes him look like a little boy when
he smiles like that... I smirk back at him and then blow a long exhale of
smoke in his direction... it scatters in the breeze halfway to him. He
says, "Hi Dylan, thought you'd be with that rich kid making plans for the
Red Sox game tonight... sitting in the on-field box seats, of course."  He
was next to me now reaching out for my cigarette which I pass to
him. Taking a drag he talks with the smoke coming out in spurts, "No,
seriously... whassup, why you home?" I hold my hand at my forehead to block
the sun and look up at Chubby standing there and say, "Who the fuck are you
anyway?"  He chuckles and takes another drag before passing the hot butt
with a now wet "lipped" filter back to me and goes, "Getting information
out of you is like asking Zardari where bin Laden's hanging out".  I go,
"Huh?... Czar who?"  Chubby sits down and asks seriously "Is everything OK,
Dylan?" I'm like, "Sure Chub, how bout you?  And, oh yeah... did you report
our Jeep stolen to the police yet?"  He says, "Stolen? It's right..." and I
interrupt to say, "I haven't been in it for so long I assume it's been
stolen, right?" He squeezes my hand and frowns, then says, "Are you
inferring that I'm monopolizing our car.... cause that's what it sounds
like you're inferring..."  I go, "That's exactly what I'm inferring!"
Chubby goes, "Oh... I thought so.  By the way, you're looking so phat
lately, dude... love your hair-do. Ya know, I don't tell you enough that
you rock, Dylan!" Squeezing the back of his neck I say, "You are so full of
it!  Hey, can you and me do something together tonight?"  Chubby, with a
straight face, suggested a double date in Boston, hanging in Quincy
market. I told him I don't have a date so he asked if I wanted him to ask
Mary Jo if she could fix me up with one of her friends.  I asked, "You mean
with that snob Brian Decantino?" Chubby looked startled I'd mention a boy
as a date, but pretended he didn't get it.  My heart was beating so fast
because this is as close as I've ever come to confessing to Chubby I'm gay.

Chubby recovers and says, "You're never serious.  Could you trim my hair
for me? I haven't had a haircut in almost a month now, and I'm liking it,
don't get me wrong, letting it grow in, I mean... but it's looking
scraggily around the edges". We walked into my condo with Chubby chatting a
blue streak, but no more chit-chat about a double date... or the Jeep, or
Brian Decantino.  I trimmed the hair around Chubby's ears and faded the
neck a bit and it looked good.  His hair was almost flattop length by now
except it was not flat on top, it was irregular like normal hair
growth... not cut even with clippers like I do for Robby.  After the trim
Chubby was seriously explaining how all day tomorrow would be an awesome
day for us to spend together, just him and me. I initially said I'd need to
check my calendar before committing to that.  He squeezed, then held my
hand and said, "I wish I could have gotten that landscaping job with the
Dickers, Dylan... I'd love to spend more time with you. It seems that
something is always happening to keep us apart, ya know?"  I just nodded
because recently Chubby's been springing these emotional sentimental
moments on me when I'm not prepared for them.  I go, "Uh-huh... me too" and
Chubby say, "After breakfast tomorrow we'll do our run and then play it by
ear from there, OK?" he pulled on my earlobe when he said play it by ear
then and was off to shower after which he'd have dinner with me before his
date.

I went upstairs and fixed our dinner... spaghetti, meatballs, Italian
garlic bread, and a salad.  It didn't take long because the meatballs were
from a big batch Chubby and I made-up last month and then froze. The sauce
is from a jar, warmed in a microwave... and what's hard about dropping
spaghetti into boiling water and sticking the frozen garlic bread in a
pre-heated oven?  Not much. Chubby was down just as I was draining the
pasta, he looked very nice... his cute face shining, his new haircut in
short spikes now.  He was wearing a Polo button-down shirts that belonged
to me but I'll bet ten dollars he doesn't even remember that.  A crisp,
clean pair of cargo khakis... New Balance sneakers finished his
outfit... very preppy.  I said, "You're not going into Boston wearing that
outfit, are you?" He smiled and mumbled, "Fuck you, and the fashion
police".  We talked about what we'll do tomorrow as we ate.  New news...
Chubby had spoken with a member of the window washer boys at the movies
last night, and he told me about that.  Ricky's more fucked-up than they
initially thought and apparently he'll be lucky to be walking by the Fall.
His old man had been making good progress but took a tumble down some steps
his first night out of the hospital.  The window washer boy who Chub had
talked to, Bones Mc Carthy, said there were no more Saturday night
motivational meetings and that the company lost two big accounts and things
were shaky at best.  I said, "Oh, that's a shame" Chubby did a wry smirk
saying, "yeah, ain't it..." and then told me more stuff that Bones had
filled him in on.  I was alternating eating my dinner and staring at my
best friend when out of nowhere I got this wicked longing for him.  This
terrible longing to hug and kiss and have sex with him... the intensity of
the feeling made my eyes water... constant yearning is a bitch.

After he left I thought about that strange surge of emotion for him and was
baffled that it should come on me like that.  Maybe it had something to do
with Willie bailing-out on our summer. Wondering about missing Willie I
realized I already miss him, but not with the same intensity my feeling of
longing for Chubby had just been... still, it ain't gonna be easy getting
by without the sex Willie laid on me.  Wish I wasn't alone tonight, no
sense calling Robby to relieve my loneliness though, I remembered he did
tell me that he'd be with his Saturday night mix of baseball players and
girl cheerleaders just chillin outside a sub shop in downtown Framingham.
There wasn't any steady dating within the group, although there was a lot
of testosterone floating in the air.  Not from Robby probably, but as far
as I know everyone else is straight so there was definitely that teen
sexual dance between the sexes going on constantly... yuck. I know better
than to try showing up down there to chill with that crowd... I'm not a
member.  Robby would definitely rather be with me but it's too late to make
that happen for tonight. Connor works Saturday nights and the Vinnie/Dodger
duo are currently off my dance card, so to speak.  Elliot and Jay are
undoubtedly somewhere fucking right now and Elliot's brother, Ray, is still
pretending he's straight so unless I'm willing to cruise the streets
looking for euphemistic love it looks like I'm staying in for the second
Saturday night in a row... how freaking humiliating is that!?!

Watched the Red Sox win again and then went to bed... fuck it.  Felt
fabulous Sunday morning and happily got everyones coffees and picked-up the
Sunday Globe.  Later Chubby and I made breakfast for us and our Moms... OJ,
coffee, waffles, breakfast link sausages, and real maple syrup... yummy. We
did our run laughing at how out of shape we are... our running time was
horrible so we did the run again.  After showering we went to the Mall
hoping to buy something new to wear for next week's Class Trip to New York
City and we picked-up a couple things on sale at the Gap and, surprisingly,
a few things at uber-priced Abocrobia & Fitch that were wicked
mark-downs... something good comes out of the economic downturn at last. I
also got a new Red Sox jersey of my latest favorite player, Daniel
Bard. After shopping we had a late lunch in Bertucci's restaurant with kids
from our Senior class who we ran into while walking the Mall looking for
trouble... they were the ones looking for trouble, certainly not Chubby and
me... ha!.  Sunday dinner was at home, made by the Mom's... it was just the
family for Sunday dinner this week... the two Moms and two identical twin
brothers.  After dinner Chubby and I watched Sunday night baseball on Fox,
me wearing my new Jersey and my Red Sox cap... we shared that recliner just
like we've been doing for as long as we've lived in these condos, twelve
years now. It was a great day for me. I'd been able to get relaxed once I'd
gotten over my yearnings for Chubby... after all, we can't always get what
we want, sometimes we get what we need... whatever that means.

Monday morning and I'm driving to school, with Chubby as usual... we're
talking about how weird it is that we'll graduate next week and never again
be high school students... ever. The concept, in equal parts, is both
appealing and appalling... sad too.  We've told each other over the years
to appreciate this time as the best time of our lives and we pretend to
believe it, but we really don't... we think our tomorrows will be the best
times of our lives.  It's probably only when you look back to high school
from a few years in the future that you finally believe the premise that
they were the best years, or at least some of the best years... of course
for some kids, due to circumstances beyond their control, high school
actually does suck.  They represents the minority though, regular kids love
being teens, others realize too late that it was great being a teenager,
and sadly a few never see the awesomeness of the teen years... teen years
for boys that is, I don't know a freaking thing about how it is to be a
teenage girl.  I suppose it all might apply to them too, although it's hard
to imagine it does.  From my perspective, it must piss off most girls that
they're girls and not boys, but that's the luck of the draw sweetheart,
deal with it.

Inside the High School Chubby and I split up heading for our lockers and
then homerooms.  The hustle and bustle seems almost surreal to me now
because I have no need to hustle or bustle.  My final exams are done and
I'm just coasting for two days till our class trip... the kids in the lower
three grades are starting their finals and they're all looking up at one,
two, or three more years in High School after this one. For me it's
like... what's all the fuss children?  lighten-the-fuck-up!... ha ha... of
course I was them until this year, my senior year.  Everything seems so
much less urgent to me now. I sauntered into homeroom, then stopped just
inside the door to look at Robby who was in his seat daydreaming.  He was
apparently oblivious to his surrounding staring into space with his feet
splayed out in front of him, his right elbow on the desktop, his arm up so
that the back of his hand could help support his chin, his other hand was
in his lap lazily playing with himself... what a picture.  Two-toned blond
flattop hair that I'd recently cut for him was crisply and thickly sticking
up from his finely shaped head, just as he'd trained it to do almost a year
ago. Robby's arms with the pinkish-skin tone and almost invisible tiny
blond hairs shining in the sunlight that streaked in through the window.
Like his face, his arms looked so clean I want to smell them and then lick
them for a taste.  His face was relaxed, dreamy looking with splashes of
rosy color in each cheek, beautiful large blue eyes that blinked slowly
every so often.  Blinked with those long dark eyelashes contrasting his
pale blond, narrow eyebrows... the perfection of his facial features
complimented each other, those rosy full bow-shaped lips made my groin
tighten and my shoulder flinch involuntarily... oh my God, what a beautiful
boy.  So innocent looking, so tasty and clean and new... the feel of him,
the smell of him. Right hand in my pocket, I groped myself and did a quiet
low slow exhale wondering what Robby was thinking about right this
second. Wouldn't it be the best thing ever if I could see into his mind and
find he was thinking of me....

At that thought a "Oh, ahh ..." sound quietly slipped out of my mouth
making Robby look up to see me standing six feet away. Immediately this
great smile appears on that incredible face of his, like I was the one
person in the whole world he wanted to look up and see... it made me smile
right back at him for a brief second, and then out of the corner of my eye
I spot Cindy Fisher looking from Robby to me and back to Robby again.  Uh
oh... I change my expression and say to Robby, "Whadda you looking at,
dude?  Take a picture, it'll last longer!"  He frowns, shakes his head
slightly and looks around seeing Cindy... he gets it and says, "Up
yours..." which, with "fuck you", is a very acceptable all-purpose retort
for when nothing better comes to mind.  I sit down at my desk smiling and
Robby turns around in his and puts his arms on my desk to whisper, "She's a
nosy bitch... I think she's had a crush on you all year and good luck to
her because you're my boyfriend. Right, Dylan...?"  I whisper, "You're
goddamm right I'm your boyfriend.  Hey, what were you thinking about when
you saw me just then?"  He's like, "Huh?... I don't know... nothing, I
guess".  I had to exert maximum will power not to run my fingers through
his hair or squeeze his cheeks together with my thumb and index finger
or... god forbid, kiss him.  It's not easy keeping my hands to myself when
Robby's so close.  I try for indifference and say, "Ya can't remember what
you were thinking about twenty seconds ago? What the fuck is that....?" He
smiles and says, "Oh, wait a second, I get it now... here goes... I was
thinking about you, Dylan.  Is that better?" I laughed and said, "Yeah,
that's much better" the bell rings and the bored homeroom teacher says,
"Only a couple more times you'll need to hear this for the rest of your
lives people, but please... shut the f... that is, please be quiet while I
take attendance" and one of the last days of high school began very much
like most of the other ones in my life...

I didn't see Connor all day, then after last bell he was leaning against my
locker when I got there. He rubbed his nose with the back of his index
finger, looked down, then looked me in the eyes and in a mock serious
manner mumbles, "OK, it's true... I'm stalking you. I'm stalking you but
I'm harmless so there's no need for you to worry about it."  I squeezed the
back of his neck, the skin there so firm but at the same time soft... then
I rubbed up the back of his head, his semi-long silky hairs running through
my fingers, I say, "Hey, don't you ever get a haircut?" He chuckled and
said, "Where'd I hear that before and, are you a mind reader or something?
Speaking of haircuts, you promised to give me my next haircut which is why
I'm here and why I asked if you're a mind reader. Whaddya say, will you cut
my hair for me?"  I go, "Yes, I am a mind reader, but your mind is so full
of corny jokes it's hard to make sense of anything you're thinking and...
sure, I'll give you a haircut, but first I gotta turn in something at Stop
and Shop... then I'm free all afternoon.  You wanna come with me to Stop &
Shop?"  He leans into my body saying, "Damn, these rude assholes just
pushed me into you..." his hand squeezed my ass as he whispered, "I've been
thinking about you, Dylan.  Oh man, you do it for me, dude.  I don't even
want to tell ya what I fantasize we're doing while I stroked myself off
last night... don't even ask".  In a stage whisper I go, "What did you
fantasize us doing..." and he says, "Ok, ok... you got it out of me with
that clever psychological double talk of yours. I fantasized that I was
fucking you. Whaddya you think about that?"  I go, "Ohhh, interesting... do
ya want to do it in real life?" His eyes are big as he nods his head up and
down a few times.  I say, "OK, let's do it..." Connor gets red in the face
and stutters, "Ya ya you, I shouldn't have... but, that is... ya, you'd let
me?"

He was sincerely flustered and I wondered how long he'd been working up the
balls to mention this to me, and how hard it probably was for him to
finally get it out, but difficult or not he'd done it... he'd done it
because sexual urges are a powerful thing and can overcome a lot of
roadblocks. Realizing I was still gripping the back of Connor's neck and
that that was attracting some attention from the throngs of kids in the
hall, I looked up and returned the stare of a boy who looked like he was
ten years old... these Freshman are getting younger every year, I snapped,
"What the fuck are you looking at, asswipe?"  He looked away and moved on.
Connor pulled away from me then and I switched my stare to a heavy set girl
who immediately started coughing as she looked away too.  Everyone else had
moved on.  I said, "Let's get out of here Connor, I got the Jeep today so
we got a ride, dude". We hustled outside and walked to my car.  Since talk
of Connor fucking me made it slightly awkward when we first got in the
Jeep, I put a Plain White Ts CD in the player and cranked up an oldie, "Hey
there Delilah" as we pulled out of the parking spot.  Off the school
grounds Connor reached over and turned the music down saying, "Oh, I got
something funny for ya...I was reading this old History paper I found in my
backpack... it was from last semester and it struck me funny..."  and he
read it to me.

         Years ago when NASA was preparing for the Apollo Project, the
astronauts
          trained on a Navajo Indian reservation.  One day a Navajo elder
who spoke only Navajo asked his young English speaking son what the men in
the big suits were doing climbing in the rocks.  It was explained that they
were practicing for a trip to the moon. The elder had this concerned
expression on his face, then he told his son to ask one of the astronauts
if he, a Navajo elder, might include a message of his own to be delivered
to the moon.  Recognizing a promotional opportunity, the astronaut said
sure.  The Navajo elder's subsequent comments into the microphone were
surprisingly brief.  When the son heard what the message was he smiled but
declined to translate it so the NASA people took the tape with them and had
it translated by an official government translator.  The translator made a
face, then out-loud recited the elder's message to the moon: "Watch out for
these assholes. They have come to steal your land".

I go, "That's a terrible joke, and politically-incorrect as well...  no
Indian would use the word "asshole".  Connor laughingly said, "Actually
it's not a joke, just something that amused me...".  We were relaxed with
each other afterward and goofed around till I pulled into the Stop and Shop
parking lot. Connor waited in the Jeep while inside Stop & Shop I returned
my clean Stop & Shop yellow shirt and some paperwork, sneered at my boss
and was gone.  Now I'm unemployed until the Monday after gruaduation when
I'll once again be working on one of the grass-cutting crews of Dickers
Landscape & Design, sans Joel.  Dodger can't join the crew until next year
so Robby and I should be able to resume our morning massage and make-out
routine unimpeded... it gives me a boner just thinking about it... ohh, I
really do have it bad for Robby... how did that happen?  It's true that you
don't really know for sure when your affections for someone will reach the
tipping point and there's no turning back... you simply find yourself in
love, in true romantic love. The very thought can make me take a deep
breath, grab my crotch and sigh, and feel smooth and creamy and good all
over while I'm doing it all too. My first true love and I hope it last all
my life.  Of course even I know it probably won't, but I hope it does
anyway. Now, how do I juggle being in love with Robby, love having sex with
Willie, fantasizing about being naked in bed with Chubby, and be excited
like I am right now about the prospect of being fucked by Connor... how to
juggle all that?  How's that work?  I have no idea actually, but it seems
to be working for me so far... I think it is anyway.

Back in the Jeep Connor says, "Why so quiet Dylan?  Having second
thoughts?" I go, "No, not really... I like cutting grass better than
working at Stop & Shop."  He chuckled and said, "You're a funny prick,
aren't ya?  Umm, your choice of jobs wasn't what I was referring to,
dude... by the way, you're so fucking cute it hurts my dick." I turned to
look at him, trying to make a cute face, while saying "Cute? Moi? I had no
fucking idea..."  I had to keep goofing around because Connor seemed ready
to slip into his I love you mode, like he did at the end of our last date.
Damn, and what's with this thing where Willie's got me calling everything a
date... every time two guys do something together it's not called a
date... it's hardly ever called a date unless both guys are gay... oh,
which we are... duh!  Oh my God I'm in this crazy frame of mind because I'm
nervous about wanting to have sex with Connor when I've proclaimed, to
myself, my love for Robby, and I did that not even two minutes ago.  Life
is complicated ... I gotta calm down and think rationally.

At the condo, in silence, we had a snack... we each had a package of
Tastykake Butterscotch Krimpets while sharing a sixteen ounce bottle of
Coke Classic. Connor would exaggeratedly lip the head of the coke bottle
while taking his turn for a drink...  after his swallow he's roll his
tongue in a tight configuration that fit inside the opening of the bottle,
maybe a half inch or so, while looking over at me with his eyes at the top
of their sockets, then he'd pull the bottle off his tongue making a soft
wet sound and pass the bottle to me... what a sexy boy, a sexy flirt is
what he's turning out to be. After the second time he did that I pulled his
head over to mine and our faces came together with our tongues in each
other's mouth exchanging remnants of sweet cake with butterscotch icing,
then smearing saliva on our chins and upper lips and eventually up the
front of our noses... my cock was so hard my face scrunched-up a little as
we got into a hot, hot, hot make-out, our crotches grinding together and
muffled "Mmmm..." sounds squeezed out from our throats. My arms around
Connor's neck, his hands gripping my ass pulling our groins together even
tighter.  To get oxygen our mouths separated and we kissed and licked and
sucked the side of each others neck until Connor moaned, "Get your pants
down, Dylan" him fumbling with the snap of his pants.

Unbuttoning my pants, I swear I was seeing stars already, slightly dizzy
from not breathing regularly, but I managed to get my pants down just
before Connor turned me around and dragged his wet finger up my crack while
pushing on the back of my head... I automatically bent at the waist and
grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter.  Connor was making rough breathing
sound as his finger went into my anus and pushed up into my rectum abruptly
and roughly. More ragged breathing as his finger comes out and the wet head
of his boner pokes near my hole, then finds it and he goes forcefully all
the way up my ass with it, all six inches of wood, him making a squeaking
pathetic sound and grabbing around my waist to lift me off my feet pressing
his crotch against my ass in a desperate struggle to get his cock further
up my ass. My boner was drip...drip...dripping, precum on the tile floor as
Connor gasped blowing a spray of saliva against the back of my neck, then
setting my feet back on the floor, withdrawing his cock all the way till
the tip was almost outside my anus then pusing it quickly all the way back
in and lifting me off the floor with his two arm grip around my waist
again, humping against my buttock..."Ohhhh Godddd!... Ahhhh" he goes and I
feel his stream of cum shoot up inside me.  My first eighty-second fuck...

It all was so unexpected and unusual I hadn't even taken notice of the burn
of penetration, which had been significant in hindsight... it was Connor's
desperation that ruled over everything.  How long had he thought about
fucking another boy, how many fantasies had he had... a thousand, more...?
He humped my ass in a frenzy after his first shot of spunk and it aroused
me so much, his untamed, out of control sexual release, totally from
instinct... it all got my balls to tighten and as I held onto that kitchen
counter, Connor made groaning sounds while humping my ass in a frenzy, a
short string of cum shot straight out of my steel-hard cock followed
immediately by a long thin string of spunk that felt so wonderfully
different, so hot I thought I'd black out... then two small squirts as
Connor was slowly down.  He goes, "Oh my God... I had no idea... oh
shit..." and just like that he pulled out of my ass and slowly stroked his
cock, I stayed bent over holding the counter, breathing hard and wandering
if that's the fastest I've ever climaxed... it was so new, that unusual
fuck. Connor's total lack of experience coupled with the desperate need he
obviously had, and then there's that little thing called dominance.  Connor
was on a mission, it's like he'd accept sacrificing our future friendship
to satisfy what had become an overwhelming desire to fuck me... or maybe it
was to fuck anybody, although our sexy play the last month or so makes me
believe he really did have this fantasy with me in mind.

Catching my breath I let go of the kitchen bar unit and straightened up to
look at Connor, all the while his cum running down the back of my thighs.
He looked scared and only made momentary eye contact, meekly he whined, "I
shouldn't have done that, right? Dylan, please... I don't... I mean.." We
were both fully dressed except our pants were pulled halfway down our
thighs. I pulled my pants up, Connor's cum soaking into my shorts, took the
two steps to Connor and pulled his pants up... then gave him a quick hug
and mumbled, "It's OK, Connor... maybe not the way we'd draw it up, but
it's OK... for a first time".  He was actually crying, no... not crying,
just tears running down his face. He's shaking his head, his hands were
shaking, he's looking down, mumbling, "I shouldn't have, Dylan... I just
lost it.  You're in my head twenty-four/seven dude... I'm wicked in love
with you. That's why I didn't take your kind offer to be the forth guy in
your apartment... it hurts too much to be around you all the time, wanted
you for myself.  Wanting to have sex with you all day long... I'm sorry..."
I took a deep breath... I'll be flattered later... right now I go, "OK, I
got it Connor... knock off the crying jag, please. I already told you it's
OK... I enjoyed it, dude.  Lighten-up! This is ruining our fun... this
drama queen stuff." Then he got defensive... "Drama queen? Dylan, this is
new to me... help me." Oh fuck, he's right, so I hugged him and held on to
him this time, saying, "OK, you're right... I'll hug you till you get your
senses back..." I made it sort of a joke and he hugged back a little
mumbling, "Drama-fucking-queen my ass... I saw that stream of spunk you
shot into the side of the bar, you never been fucked so good..." I replied
right back, "Certainly never so quickly" and he chuckled saying, "Oh, was
that too fast?  What, should we hold off till the ninety-second mark next
time...?  he was back, more or less, to himself so I said, in an animated
voice, "Next time?  Oh my God, there's going to be a next time...?" He
pulled out of the hug, squeezed my buttocks and said, "You betcha, with a
butt like you got... you betcha there's gonna be a few next times,
cutie..!" Of course I'm thinking about how I was Robby's first fuck last
Friday night and now Monday afternoon I'm Connor's first fuck... amateur
hour, but that's cool, but is my name and cell phone number on the wall
inside the shitter in the boy's room, or what....? Not that I'm
complaining... I'm just saying.

Connor and I managed to quickly get all the way back to normal and while he
was washing himself in my little bedroom bath, I changed my underpants and
pulled on some nylon sweat pants putting the cum soaked undies and my jeans
in the hamper... there was still a little of Connor's spunk up my ass so I
put some tissues in my jockey shorts to absorb the drippings.  Damn... when
I allowed myself to think about everything for a few seconds, and I
evaluate everything, it's wicked flattering that two boys broke their
cherries, so to speak, up my butt.  Robby I'm in love with and Connor
trusts me... both experiences were nice and hot as hell too. I'm not
fucking-up my good feelings by complicating them with a lot of self
analysis about me being a slut or unfaithful or anything... I liked it and
I'm not hurting anyone!  No one promised anyone anything... well, I did
sort of promise Willie two days ago I wouldn't do unprotected sex.  Hmmm,
that didn't hold up very long, but having sex with a virgin is better then
having protected sex with a guy who's been fucking all over the place
anyway, right?  So, I did better than protected sex, a condom occasionally
has a small leak but a virgin never transmits anything. There, I
rationalized the hell out of that! Connor asked, "Can I borrow a pair of
your underpants Dylan, mine got a lot of messy cum drippings."  I go, "You
mean you don't have extra underwear with you? You go around fucking guys
without bringing extra underwear? Is that what your telling me?"  He goes,
"That's precisely what I'm saying".  "Well then, check in the top drawer
there, but be sure to leave your underpants for collateral... no, don't put
them in the hamper, put them under my pillow".  We're both joking around
now, Connor was walking around without anything on below his waist except
socks and I kinda liked that he was so relaxed around me.  I'm like that
around Chubby and Willie, but no one else... even with Robby I feel a
little self conscious being naked although he and his brother are totally
relaxed with being naked, even with their little dicks... they're relaxed
with it like nudist are relaxed with it.

We went down to the basement, Connor wanted the cape around him for his
haircut.  He told me to cut it however I thought it would look good so I
cut it fairly short, not buzz or flattop short, but shorter than he'd ever
had his hair cut before... according to him.  It was long enough to comb
down on top and up in the front, the front about and inch and
three-quarters.  he looked so cute I almost asked him to fuck me again but
all we did was make-out sexily until I heard Chubby slam the front door and
call out, "Dylan, what's for dinner?"  He'd seen our Jeep parked outside.
I yelled for him to come down stairs, when he thundered down the steps I
introduced Connor although they sort of already knew each other. Later,
Chubby came along when I drove Connor home.  Connor and Chubby liked the
new haircut and Chub said that when his hair was long enough he wanted to
wear it in that style.  Connor kept running his fingers though his hair at
the back of his head... his hair cut short like this was a new feeling for
him. The way he fucked me was a new feeling for me, so we're even.  By the
way, he didn't put his cum stained underpants under my pillow, I was
kidding... he knew that. Before bed that night I did take them out of the
hamper for about a minute, but that's all... ha!  Tuesday went easy
too... all us seniors acting so special and smug... for all intents and
purposes we were done with high school, we'd made it and that's why we felt
special, no matter that about a billion kids had graduated over the ions
before us, we still felt that we were special.  Wednesday we're boarding
the train for our New York City senior class trip, then graduation took
place the following Tuesday... hot shit!

Chubby and I spent Tuesday evening comparing clothes we were bringing on
the trip. We had a list from the high school of items we need to bring, and
a list of things we were not to bring, but we ignored that and packed
whatever stuff we wanted with us.  We were feeling pretty independent by
now... we're basically high school graduates for Christs sakes. We're
pretty sure we know how to fucking dress, jeez...!  Our Mom's got up early
Wednesday morning to say goodbye and give us a surprise fifty dollar bill
each.  That probably was all the tips they'd earned last night and we
didn't even need it, Chub and me have our own money... but, ya know, it
made the Mom's feel good giving us the fifty so we took it with many thanks
and then down the steps we scampered. OK, we were a little
excited... Chubby and I didn't mind showing that side of things to each
other although we'd be much cooler, much more blase about the whole thing,
with the other guys. You know, trip to New York City on an Amtrak Acela
express, staying in a big New York City hotel for three days... big fucking
deal. Actually it was, but best to pretend you've been there, done that. We
drove to the the high school and parked.  Buses were transporting us to the
Route 128 Amtrak train station in Westwood which was maybe a forty minute
bus ride from Framingham High School, much more convenient than going into
Boston. Chubby and I wanted to drive to the train station on our own but
the school guidance counselors wanted things done his way.  Four teachers,
two guidance counselors, and twenty parents were chaperoning our class.
Plus, each group of twelve students had a group monitor. My group had me,
Chubby, Robby, and nine others who we knew a few, but weren't real tight
with.  Mostly the groups were only needed while transporting almost four
hundred student from point "A" to point "B" and once you were there you
were on your own until the pre-determined time to reassemble and go to the
next thing, whatever that might be, once again within your group... meals,
hotel, tours, broadway shows, sightseeing... lots of stuff.  We had free
time each day as well, particularly after dinner.

Mr Greenburg used a megaphone to announce that "Everyone needs to please
get over with your group.  We're loading the buses according to the groups,
by the numbers."  I was in group lucky-thirteen, our student monitor was
some tall dude I didn't know real well named Dave Dyer, he didn't appear
real interested in being a monitor which I considered a plus for him.  Dave
stood there and self consciously held up a sign with "13" printed on it, he
looked bored. Chubby was over a few groups trying to make Mary Jo and
another girl laugh.  I had hooked up with Robby so we drifted over to where
Dave was and he checked our names from a list he had, he did it without
saying anything to us... OK, so he's not Mr Personality, he's also not some
bossy asshole.  Robby and I had on Red Sox baseball caps and Red Sox
jerseys.  My jersey of choice used to be #46, a replica of center fielder
Jacoby Ellsbury's because he used to be the cutest Red Sox.  That changed
when #60, Daniel Bard, was called up as a relief pitcher... he took over as
cutest Red Sox, so last Sunday that's one of the things I bought at the
Mall, I bought a Daniel Bard jersey and that's what I had on.  Chubby
always wears his #58, Jonathan Papelbon jersey... not because Papelbon is
one of the top echelon closers in the game, but because Pap is a little
nuts... crazy and wild.  A lot of other kids had on Red Sox gear
too... this should endear us with the New Yorkers we run into on the
streets, and in New York City there's a good chance we'll be running into
more than a few Yankee fans.

When everyone had checked-in with Dave's group, he had a total of eleven
kids accounted for, the missing one... duh! it was Chubby of course, he was
still over screwing around with that crew he hangs with now-a-days... Mary
Jo, three other girls and four other guys.  I know two of the boys and
they're good guys, but I used to like them better when Chubby wasn't one of
them.  Dave goes, "Does anyone know this Jeffrey Romero kid?  Is he
here... is he coming on the trip?" Robby and I shrug our shoulders like we
never heard of him and a chunky kid with wire rim glasses squeaks out,
"He's coming.  He's that funny kid, kinda short, buzz cut... he's real
cu... ya know...".  Four-eyes ran out of gas, but I had the strangest
feeling he caught himself just in the nick of time from saying... he's real
cute. Four-eyes blushed, then looked away at the end of his little speech
so maybe Chubby has himself a secret admirer.  Robby and I exchanged looks,
like "what-the-fuck...?"  Neither of us knew Four-eyes and as a matter of
fact, looking around, I'm just realizing how many kids in the Senior class
I don't know... hmmm, never gave it a thought before. Robby's fidgeting
saying, for about the tenth time "Can we sit together on the train, Dylan?"
and I say what I've been saying all morning, "I don't see why not, dude..."
I say that because I already know Chubby's sitting with what's-her-name.
He'd hemmed and hawed to me about it yesterday before finally coming out
with it.  I told him to knock himself out, that it's perfectly fine with me
if he sits with her, I don't care... Robby and me planned on sitting
together anyway... not that we'd actually talked about it, but you know, I
told Chubby that anyway.  Actually I think I'm getting over being jealous
of Chubby hanging-out so much with Mary Jo instead of with me... ya know,
maybe not totally over it, but somewhat... that's all I'm saying.

After a long time, confusion reigning, our group number was called and we
started boarding the bus, without Chubby of course. Dave was over telling
the head guidance counselor that one of group is missing and up comes the
megaphone and this announcement blares out..."Jeffrey Romero, report
immediately to bus number twenty-eight and join your group!"  That message
was repeated three more times as we sat sweltering on the bus. Robby asked
me if I thought Chubby would make it and I told him not to worry, Chubby
will be here when he's good and ready to be here.  We'd saved him a spot on
the long bench seat in the very back of that packed bus. We were on the bus
maybe twenty minutes while they loaded the other buses and just before our
bus driver closed the doors Chubby hops up the steps with a shit-eating
grin on his face and asked "Am I late?" There were some crude remarks from
kids he's tight with and after a bit Chub made his way back to us and said,
"Gentleman, thanks for saving me a seat... must have been a bitch sitting
on this bus for half and hour... kinda hot in here, isn't it?" Me, Robby,
and a girl in the seat in front of us said, at the same time, "Fuck you,
Jeffrey" Chubby's laughing while passing around a roll of cherry lifesavers
candy... what a character. The bus lurches forward and we're off.  I
wondered what group Connor is in and daydreamed a little about Monday
afternoon and our eighty-second-long fuck... and the extreme climax I had.
Then I got pissed-off at myself for thinking about that when I'm sitting
right next to my for-real boyfriend. I was shocked out of my daydreaming
when the bus driver screamed at Chubby... insisting he "Sit the hell down
while the bus is moving!" We heard that a number of times as Chubby worked
his way up and down the aisle screwing around with the kids he knew. When
the bus driver got especially loud Chubby would sit on someone's
lap... everyone thought he was a riot.

At the train station there was bedlam while almost four hundred kids
awaited the arrival of the train... kinda cool, a train I mean.  Five of
the ten-car train were reserved for our high school class... we were
allowed to sit wherever we wanted in those five cars.  Kids shoved and
butted in front of each other for no good reason while Robby and I stood
back and observed the animalistic behavior... we were waiting for civility
to return, then we wandered through the cars until we found an empty seat
up against the front of the car, the back of the lavatory across from
us... we liked the secluded nature of it and took control of it putting our
luggage in the end seat so no one could sit there.  It would be a three
hour and forty-five minute ride to the Big Apple and everyone's
anticipation was amped-up pretty high. Probably by the time the almost four
hour train ride was over things will have settled down, but right now
there's a tremendous amount of energy in each Acela car.  Chubby was with
Mary Jo and that group of kids two cars back.  I'd connected with Connor
for a minute while we waited to board the train, introduced him to
Robby... it turned out they've had classes together. Connor went off to the
last car with his group of friends and Robby and I settled into our seats
looking around the train car and out the window, taking it all in. The
train pulled out of the station and we were on our way, Robby and I
slouched down in the comfortable seats listening to the cacophony around
us.  We had to get our heads together to converse without shouting... we
talked about what we wanted to do the most in New York... Robby wanted to
see Yankee Stadium which I think is included on one of the tours, and I
wanted to visit Ellis Island and see the Statue of Liberty in person, which
is another tour. We talked about how we felt about graduating and then got
into how we felt about each other.  Robby is always so sincere and generous
with his affection for me... it's so awesome to be boyfriends with him.

The noise level in the train got even higher, girls' shrill voices
competing with boys' deeper more boisterous ones, so Robby twisted around
leaning in toward me with his arms on my armrest, so that we could hear
each other.  We were in sort of an isolated pod in the very front of the
train with no seat across from us, the backs of our seats a foot above our
heads... like a little life boat on a huge cruise ship. There was a lull in
our conversation... Robby half-facing me, his head tilted slightly to the
side as if to study my face more carefully. I looked back into his
amazingly beautiful eyes and felt the beginnings of that semi-trance-like
state I can fall into. Maybe it was the seemingly ambient noise that was
like an indistinct, distant roaring sound. That, plus Robby's and my
isolation from it and then there was also the serious, loving stare from
Robby towards me that added to my trance.  In slow motion he reached over
and took my hand to hold it like boys and girls hold hands, no one could
see us... then he shockingly began to sing to me. At first it was the
oddest thing ever... the most unexpected thing he could have done, but it
became spell-binding the longer he went on with it.  I didn't even know
Robby could sing, but he can... in that extremely pleasant, youthful,
boyish voice of his he effortlessly carried the tune... he sounded good,
real good.

The song he's singing is Brett Denner's "Ain't Gonna Lose You".  Brett has
a original sound himself... and a big mop of red hair on top of a husky
body.  He's twenty-nine years old, but looks ninteen.  An eerie song with a
fairly slow rhythmic repeating beat and lots of words that Robby obviously
memorized.  He sang, holding my hand and looking me in the eyes... his
boyish looks and voice were mesmerizing and all the uproar around us faded
way into the background as my concentration was totally on Robby's singing.
I looked into his eyes, then looked at his mouth as his rosy bow-shaped
lips helped form the words, the tip of his pink tongue and his perfect
milk-white teeth clearly visible as he sang..

                    You can put a stick in my spokes
                     I 'll be the butt of your jokes
                      But I ain't gonna lose you


                       They can run me out of town
                        Tie me up, call me a clown
                        But I ain't gonna lose you

                        Throw me in a hurricane
                        Tell the world I've gone insane
                        Run an electric shock to my brain
                        But I ain't gonna lose you

                         I'll sing it from the rooftops
                         I'll sing it at a bus stop
                         I'll sing it drunk to a cop
                         But I ain't gonna lose you......

There are a lot of others words, plus something about "another man" but you
get the idea... the song went on for about four and a half minutes.  Just
imagining the trouble Robby had gone through to memorize all the words and
the thought of him practicing alone somewhere to get the song down so
perfectly, was hypnotic to me.  Last week we'd heard the song for the first
time and were intrigued by the originality of it, Brett's voice is unique
and it was just corny enough to put a lump in our throats, but I never
thought Robby would learn it to sing to me.  We'd Googled Brett Denner
because we'd never heard of him and because he interested us, not
sexually... he's androgynous, but vocally he was kinda like one of a
kind... and now this a-cappella rendition by Robby... totally unbelievable.
As Robby came to the end of the song I felt such a surge of love for him,
my face scrunched up and two tears rolled down my face... Robby is the
sweetest kid I've ever meant.  He wiped the tears off my cheek with his
free hand, nodding his head up and down slowly when he was done
singing... and continued holding my hand.  I'm so lucky...

I wonder what else this trip has in store for us...

to be continued......        Last chapter....  The Conclusion (Graduation)

Donny Mumford                 Thinay20@yahoo.com