Date: Tue, 5 May 2009 14:28:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter Three (High School) by Donny Mumford
DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR by Donny mumford
Chapter Three (High School)
Elliot Ellis, the shyest boy I've ever met has just asked me to fuck him
and, no... I'm not dreaming. Can this be for real though? Just hearing
those words coming out of Elliot's mouth totally shocked and dumbfounded
me. It caused an incredulous expression to form on my face, my mouth began
moving but no words came out. My reaction would be embarrassing except
Elliot's not paying attention to me, he's looking at the floor shuffling
his feet. His face is scarlet, he's making weird humming sounds as he
nervously rubs his fingers together. He's squirming, shimmering... his
entire body appears in motion, but yet he remains stationary. And still I
wonder, what to say? Finally I have to say something so I start with, "Ah,
Elliot...?" But Elliot interrupts, and with rapidly blinking eyes,
mumbles, "I must have messed this up, it went so much easier with Todd
White." I go, "No, you ah... what's that about Todd White, you had sex with
him?" Elliot looked like he might cry or something so I quickly added, "Oh,
never mind that for now. Anyway, you didn't mess anything up,
Elliot... it's me who probably messed-up. This Todd guy... well, he must
have helped you out, or something. I want to help ya too... but, ya know,
I'm kind of a slow thinker when an unusually unexpected situation of this
magnitude develops." Elliot frowned quizzically and says, "Huhhh?..." Oh
man, the two of us need to get a grip. Trying to gather myself I shake my
head hoping for an idea, then say, "Let's sit down and start over, OK?" He
backed over to my desk chair, still not looking at me. I got up on my bed
and sat there Indian style watching Elliot vibrate, waiting to see if he
had anything more to say.
He didn't seem ready to speak so I break the silence by quietly saying,
"Elliot, I heard what you said, ah... about the sex thing you mentioned,
but what was it you said about your boyfriend, Jay? I missed that part, and
it's a place for us to re-start. We'll work our way up to Todd White and
to, you know... you and me." Elliot, not responding to that, began tapping
his fingers on the top of my desk, one after the other... the only sound in
my bedroom, "tappidy, tap, tap, tap.... tappidy, tap, tap, tap..." Perhaps
he was trying to decide what he wanted to say. Again I waited
patiently. About a minute later he mumbles, "Oh, I know. Can we forget I
said anything... forget I said what I said before, I mean... can we?" In a
neutral voice I said, "No, we can't do that Elliot. What was it you said
about Jay?" He stopped tapping the desktop and held his head between his
hands... then, moving his hands to cover his face he talked through his
fingers.
Speaking in a shaky monotone, he says, "I've known that I like boys
since... since, forever. I've known it for years but I was born with the
shy gene so it's been real slow going in the... you know... having sex. My
first sex was with my friend, Charlie La Russo, when I was sixteen. He
made me blow him, suck his dick... and, um... I liked it, but my Dad got a
new job and we moved away, so no more Charlie. My next sex involved
vegetables. I, ah... I put them up my rear end. English cucumbers, fat
carrots, zucchini... that sort of thing... maybe that's weird, I don't
know... probably it is. I'd put lubed condoms on the vegetables and fucked
myself with them while I jacked off". His voice trailed off at the
end. Then he was quiet, his face almost hot enough to fry bacon on, sweat
dripping from his forehead. I felt so much compassion for him, but...
But, all I could think to do was stare at him and nod my head, urging him
on. It was kinda weird hearing Elliot string all those sentences together,
the most sentences in a row I've ever heard from him. He continued
speaking, mostly about unimportant background information, his voice
getting so low I could barely make out the words at times, plus he kept
stopping and starting. Thing is, it's painful waiting out the pauses. I
didn't want to interrupt his flow so I said nothing, but then my silence
would trigger more silence from him. He'd peek out between his fingers,
then avert eye contact and wait for me to encourage him to continue. Each
time he stopped I'd wait a few seconds, then nod and mumble, "Go ahead
dude, I'm anxious to hear this." When he came to a real stop I waited to be
sure he was done, then said, "It's probably uncomfortable recollecting
these things about your life Elliot, and ya know... ah, you kind of told me
some of this before... most of it actually. And another thing, you're not
weird, don't put yourself down like that... I used to do wild stuff too,
years ago. Please go on... you know, and move forward in your story if you
can... tell me about Jay. Remember? ..." He went on to tell me more
things I already knew... things he'd told me over the past six months, but
I let him go over it all again. He went back in time to detail the events
leading up to his first introduction to Jay who'd just moved from
Chicago. Apparently Jay had been sitting on his front steps watching the
moving van pull away... he spotted Elliot walking by and called out to
him. If Jay hadn't been persistent Elliot wouldn't have stopped to
talk. The day they met Jay told Elliot he was gay and soon Elliot came out
to Jay. With Jay leading the way, one thing led to another and the two
became friends and eventually the new gay friends experienced oral sex
together. That was the first gay sex for Elliot in two years.
Most of that stuff was known to me already because Elliot and I had became
friends working at Stop & Shop and, like I said, he'd told me about it,
little by little, over the past six months. But now, finally something
new. Elliot mentioning the oral sex with Jay was news to me. I'd been
wondering about their sex life but was never rude enough to ask about it,
and I didn't ask for specifics now either although I was certainly curious.
Elliot apparently needs to tell his story his way, which is to say,
repeating all the stuff I already knew about... warming-up to the stuff I
didn't know about. He'd relaxed a lot... he wasn't shaking, but of course
he still wouldn't look me in the eyes. Elliot continued with new
information, new to me... I learned that his specific interest in gay sex
is getting fucked. While explaining how he'd always dreamed of anal sex
Elliot squirmed on the desk chair, rubbing his ass back and forth on the
seat... that yummy ass of his. I hoped my mouth wasn't hanging open so I
checked and found I was under control which kinda surprised me. OK, so
that's Elliot's thing ... having a boy screw him. It's my thing too, but
not exclusively. To hear Elliot tell it, it's been his thing from his
earliest fantasizes, as far back as puberty. And then, just prior to his
eighteenth birthday he stumbled onto Jay who is now Elliot's first
boyfriend, but as fate would have it his first boyfriend isn't into anal
sex... ironic.
So now I understood the situation, but wow!... to tell ya the truth, I
never thought a gay boy wouldn't be interested in another boy's ass. That's
kind of a revelation to me... I wanted to say, "You're shitting me!" but I
didn't. He hurried through the description about Jay's phobia with anal sex
and about how Jay was unable to perform the act... can't stay hard, can't
sustain a boner. Very ironic alright, but also monumentally frustrating for
both Jay and Elliot. Elliot spoke quietly and quickly when telling me
about Jay's phobia because, obviously, it's a very personal thing for
Jay. Frankly I was shocked Elliot would even tell me about it, then he
explained it was Jay who encouraged him to come to me with all this in the
first place. Jay had talked Elliot into confiding in me. I should have
known Elliot wouldn't have done this on his own... except, he apparently
did it once before with Todd... but then, maybe Jay was sort of a
co-conspirator with that too. I didn't press Elliot for details, but it is
so bizarre that this shy-as-shy-can-be boy has asked two separate guys to
fuck him. Anyway, these guys, Elliot and Jay, are putting their trust in
me. They're hoping I can do two things... one, help relieve Elliot's sexual
frustration in the short term and, two... in the longer term, perhaps the
three of us can find a solution to Jay's phobia. I at first thought, 'Oh
great, that's a lot of pressure on me!' But I was also flattered they'd
come to me for help, and so determined to help.
Still, I'm not a real confident person myself so to be sure there was no
chance of a misunderstanding, I go, "Jay knows you're here discussing this
with me? Right? You guys discussed all this earlier" Elliot looks me in the
eyes fleetingly while saying, "Oh yes, like I said, it's his idea. He
helped me with my speech... the one that didn't work". Startled, I'm
like, "Speech?... oh was that a speech? Anyhow, no way it didn't work. The
speech part worked, Elliot... why do ya say it didn't work? We're talking
aren't we, we're working it out." Elliot looked at me directly for the
second time, and said, "We're working it out? Really?" he seemed
surprised. I said, "Yeah, we're talking and when we're done talking we'll
know what to do." Elliot did a comical gulp, although he didn't mean it to
be comical, and said, "Oh!". He then, without any further hesitation and
with more enthusiasm than he'd displayed to this point, told me about him
and Todd White. I'd heard that name mentioned by the part time kids at
Super Stop & Shop. Everyone who worked for Todd thought he was the coolest
boss ever... a guy who looked out for the part time kids and was extremely
fair. Now, for the first time, I hear the rest of the Todd story. Elliot
tells me about his wicked crush on Todd and how he, Elliot, discovered that
Todd had a boyfriend in high school and from that concluded Todd was still
gay and Elliot's made it his quest to have Todd fuck him. He'd fantasized
about Todd fucking him even before the discovery, now it became a mission
with real possibilities. This part of Elliot's story was hard to grasp at
first, like I said a minute ago, this very shy boy actually thinking he
might make his fantasy come true by somehow convincing his boss to fuck
him... that's radical and didn't sound like Elliot. It had me shaking my
head in wonder at the vagaries of the human mind. I'm like, "Wait a minute
Elliot. You find a picture of a much younger Todd sitting next to another
boy, their arms around each others shoulders, the caption on the picture
reads 'Love, something or other', and from that evidence you conclude Todd
is gay and your quest to have him fuck you becomes obsessive? Is that about
it?" Elliot goes, "Yeah, that's it Dylan, except I wasn't actually
obsessive so much as just hopeful... but then Todd got promoted and my time
for action had expired. In a last ditch effort I went to his apartment and
blurted out my quest". As Elliot filled-in a few more sketchy details it
looked to me as though Todd White had indeed saved the day for Elliot,
helped Elliot with his speech, so ta speak, unlike I've been able to do
until just a minute ago... I'm not done helping, yet.
Elliot's wicked crush on this twenty-five year old guy enabled him to
over-came his shyness for a few seconds and somehow find the courage to
propose sex between them. WOW!... sexual urges are powerful things indeed.
For reasons that aren't completely clear to Elliot... Todd, with the aid of
some alcoholic beverages over-came his initial objections and caved in to
Elliot's request and probably his own desires, and gave Elliot a sweet
fucking... it remains the one and only fuck of Elliot's life. There are
obviously many unknown factors involved in Todd's history, factors that led
to his decision to accommodate Elliot, but all in all, he seems to be a
very nice guy and not one to unfairly take advantage. Elliot didn't want
to go into specifics about any of this and I didn't really need any. The
picture was clear enough, but even so, I said, "Just so I'm perfectly
clear... you want us to have sex together. Right?" With a quick shy grin
flashing over his face he says, "Yes Dylan, that's it exactly. You pick
things up quickly, don't ya?" and he chuckled. It was great to see him
relaxed enough to make a joke about my denseness. He doesn't realize that
I'm not brimming with confidence myself and that I always need to check to
make sure I know what's up. I don't want to make a fool of myself,
especially in matters of sex. I didn't go into that with him though, just
grinned back... then pretending to be especially stupid, I mumbled, "Duh,
what ya mean by dat, huh?" We both laughed now, and Elliot actually looked
me in the eyes for more than a fleeting second, his pretty green eyes full
of hope now... actually glittering. He chewed on his lower lip for a bit,
still chuckling, then quietly said, "I'm hoping you and me, as gay friends,
will do what Jay calls "buddy sex". And you'll, um, fuck me..." I'm
staring at him thinking that my eyes were probably glittering now too. He
did another quick peek into my eyes and with a grin mumbled, "Or fuck me
twice if you want... three times would be better." Now that was too
much... I looked around my bedroom expecting Jay or somebody to jump out of
the closet or crawl out from under my bed and yell, "Gotcha!". It was all
so unreal!... very unexpected from Elliot, very inviting too. We're both
eighteen years old, Elliot is cute, cute, cute and he seems dead
serious... so, what the hell. What the hell, indeed! I say, "You'd like us
to do it here, now?" Elliot's eyes got bigger and shinier, he goes, "You'll
do it? You'll do it with me?" I say, "Sure Elliot, you're so... I mean,
sure I'll do it, why wouldn't I. You're hot, Elliot. Really cute and
hot.... Don't ya know that?" To my surprise he nodded his head indicating
he did know that, but clarified with, "Well, that's what Jay says... that's
the only reason I know I'm... what you said."
I'd already pulled my T shirt over my head and Elliot seeing that, did the
same. "Are you shy about being naked?" I asked. He nodded that he was,
saying, "A little". Kicking off my sneakers and dropping my Lee's, I said,
"Please don't be..." and smiled, trying not to leer at him. When he
stepped out of his sneaks and dropped his jeans, I quietly said, "Come on
over here, Elliot... do you make-out?" He nodded 'yes' and the two of us,
in socks and jockey shorts, came together and tentatively kissed, then
hugged together...skin against skin. What a tight little body to hug, real
small, but very firm. I whispered in Elliot's ear, "You feel really good
Elliot". Elliot said, "Oh, thanks Dylan. Your body is wicked hot and feels
so good too. I'm really excited now... and a little nervous". I nuzzled
the side of his face, so smooth. Then Elliot, in a mischievous voice says,
"You're very cute and very sexy too, Dylan. Don't you know that?" I leaned
my head back to look him in the eyes, he was grinning a little at his
remark... sorta repeating back at me what I'd asked him a minute ago. That
was the second little wise-ass joke from Elliot in the last two
minutes. Way to go, Elliot! I wanted to congratulate him, or something. I
didn't though, it might embarrass him so I just made a face at him
like... dude!, you rock! It was all nice ice-breaking stuff and relaxed
both of us a little. I rubbed my nose against his, mumbling, "You're funny
and you smell nice, Elliot" then I kissed him on his mouth again and quite
quickly we really got into it. Elliot got surprisingly passionate with his
kisses, his hands rubbing up and down my bare back, goosing my ass. He's
full of surprises today. What a cute kid... he's eighteen, but acts younger
than that most of the time and I just wanted to eat him up. It occurred to
me that he and Jay must do a lot of making-out because Elliot was very good
at it and he obviously enjoys doing it too which made me think back to his
quick response yesterday right here in my bedroom to my remark about "us
gay boys having a kiss goodbye". Elliot hadn't hesitated then, he'd laid a
real good open mouth kiss on me, hot! Maybe I better stop underestimating
him. Making out with him emphasized his height, or lack of height I should
say. Actually he's Chubby's height, about five-feet, six-inches,
slim... maybe a hundred fifteen pounds, tops. His size made me feel big, I
needed to bend my head down and he needed to hold his face up for
kisses. That's a little awkward so I cupped each of his buttocks in a hand
and with his arms wrapped around my neck, I easily lifted him off the
floor, French kissing the whole time. Our bodies tight together so I
immediately felt his rather nice boner against my thigh. We'd only been at
it two minutes or so... two minutes of very active kissing, licking, and
sucking. Elliot kept his arms tightly around my neck making a quiet
"mmmmmm' sound as we tried to swallow each other's mouth. He didn't weight
much but it was still helpful he hadn't struggled being lifted off his
feet... his eyes were lightly closed and his body was totally docile
against mine. It was awesome.
After a while the feel of Elliot's boner poking against my groin convinced
me it was time to take this up a notch so I quietly said, "You're so hot,
Elliot. Jay's lucky! How 'bout laying back on the bed now". He sounded
slightly apprehensive when he said, "Oh, now... I mean, sure Dylan..." As
I lowered him to the floor wetness from his precum soaked through his
jockey shorts just below my belly button... I did a long inhale groping my
crotch. It made me think, 'this first fuck will be fast, climax-wise'. He
lay back across my bed, his feet over the side but not touching the floor.
I pulled his underwear down and his hard six-inch boner bobbed up and
bounced off his belly. It looked bigger than six inches because of Elliot's
body size. Cut, but a very nice looking cock with a bit of a fat helmet
head... I'll bet Jay enjoys sucking on that, I know I would. He had a
pubic patch that looked like it had been barbered, probably by
Jay... pretty light red hairs cut to about a half inch. Very clean and
neat... As I was pulling his underpants over his feet he grabbed his
bobbing boner and began stroking it, then mumbled "Hurry Dylan, I'm so
anxious... ". Pulling my jockey underpants down to hook them under my
balls, I lifted his legs to my shoulders and... and, there it
was... Elliot's perfect boy's-ass. Biting my lip I thought how much it
looks like Chubby's ass. Well, except Chubby's is a beautiful tannish skin
tone while Elliot's ass is pinkish, like the rest of him. Oh that ass of
his though... two plump, firm buttocks which I couldn't help but take a
hold of... one in each hand, a handful of bare-ass buttocks. Then,
realizing I'd been holding my breath, I let out a long exhale and massaged
his ass by squeezing those tight cheeks, he curled his feet behind my head
and let a lot of air out between his lips. The wheezy sound of his
breathing made me look up from his ass, past his boner and up his firm body
past his little pink nipples to look into his big, pretty, shiny, green
eyes that were now maintaining eye contact with me. He was breathing with
little burst of air, his lips barely parted as he nodded his head a little
bit at me as if to encourage me to speed it up.
Almost in a hypnotic state, I squeezed both his buttocks again, and then
again... letting go of his ass, I pushed his legs down off my shoulders
and made a head movement indicating Elliot should hold them back towards
his body. We were doing everything seemingly in slow motion, without
speaking. Elliot got an arm around each leg and pulled it towards his
body. I went back to staring at that great hairless ass of his. Slowly
spreading his buttocks apart, but just slightly to look at the rosy pink
lips of his rosebud asshole. Very clean looking, nice quivering ass lips
looking good enough to kiss. Without thinking or planning to do it, I
simply bent over and licked from the top of his ass crack, where it meets
his spine, up to the back of his balls and sucked on his large nut for a
second. Elliott made a hissing sound and his whole body shivered. I did
the tongue lap the entire length of his ass crack again with Elliot
muttering, "Oh oh oh" as I progressed toward his hole, pressing my tongue
to the very bottom of the crack, over his kissable asshole and up to lap
the back of his scrotum again, this time I sucked the smaller of his nuts
into my mouth. More body shivers from Elliot. My cock was so hard and so
stretched it hurt as I lapped Elliot's ass two more times while spreading
apart his buttocks more firmly now, spreading them till the pressure
stretched his hole sideways. Then getting my face firmly in his crack, I
licked his asshole... lick, lick, lick, like a dog. When I was able to
push my tongue inside him I tongue-fucked his hole until my tongue ached.
Elliot was rocking gently on the bed making the "oh oh oh" sounds. Unable
to hold off any longer I lifted my head, drooled a long string of saliva on
his hole and pushed my finger inside to get some spit in there. Elliot,
holding his legs firmly against his body, said, "I'm going to cum, Dylan".
I stopped and stared at him... hard to tell from his facial expression and
squirming body whether he was in pain or in ecstasy.
He's so cute, but in a totally different way then say, Robby and Dodger are
cute, or even Chubby. Elliot is a baby-faced pretty boy with the emphasis
on boy because even with the very pretty features they're definitely
boyish-looking features, not girlish at all. Jay cuts Elliot's light red
hair in a very boyish style too and that adds to his pretty-boy look ... oh
hell, everything about Elliot's appearance is yummy. I waited doing short,
fast breaths until he said, "I'm OK now, Dylan, fuck me now, OK?". It
wasn't my plan to tease him, I'd surprised myself with the rimming so it's
time... one fuck coming up. First though I lovingly kissed each of his ass
cheeks before drooling another long strand of saliva on his hole, swishing
it around with the head of my boner and as Elliot and I simultaneously took
a big breathy inhale, I pushed sorta hard against his hole with the head of
my cock and my boner went inside him about five inches. I thought I'd blow
my own load right then and there, but I didn't. Elliot did a low squeal
that sounded sorta like, "yesssss" as he let go of his right leg and began
stroking his six inches of boner. Like everything else about this kid he
had a wicked nice looking cock and watching him stroke it I thought again
of me sucking it and the very thought made me gasp with desire. I pulled
my hard cock out till the head was at his sphincter ring and then pushed it
back in steadily and then I did it again right away... easier each time, me
still staring at that sweet face of his, pretty kid... damn he's cute and
he's looking back at me now like I'm his hero or something. That made me
concentrate on giving him pleasure and I made myself get into a good steady
rhythm fucking him like that for two minutes or so with him going "Ohh,
Ohh" every hump up his ass. I'd taken back control of his legs when he'd
grabbed his cock and I had his legs spread apart at the sides now, him
still being as docile for me as it's possible to be. Oh God!... did his
asshole ever do a fabulous number on my boner. Elliot was tightening his
sphincter ring every time I pulled my boner back as if he was trying to
prevent me from pulling all the way out... that extra tightness had me
right on the very edge of cumming throughout the entire fuck... not that it
lasted all that long anyway. It was a challenge keeping my humping steady
because I was dying to go crazy and rabbit fuck him to get us both off hot
and heavy, and fast... but I dragged out the sensations hoping to give him
a fuck he could remember for a while.
During the latter part of this rather short fuck Elliot's eyes and lips
stayed closed, but he had the nicest half grin on his lips... he looked so
happy. I thought, 'this kid likes getting fucked as much as I do'... it
was kind of like another revelation for me, but why it should have been is
dumb. Why should I be the only boy who loves getting fucked, millions of
others surely do too. So, why not Elliot. I'm aware that there are more
guys who prefer doing the fucking than getting fucked, but us bottom boys
are the lucky ones if ya ask me. Even though I wasn't doing anything
wild... no smacking his ass or rabbit fucking, Elliot and I still didn't
last very long. My cock was like a piston steadily pushing up his hole, my
groin smacking against his sweet, plump, firm cheeks and then I'd withdraw
it five inches before immediately pushing it steadily back inside that
tight hole with the clamping sphincter muscle... jesus! was that an
excellent asshole. I picked-up the pace and within seconds of the
increasing speed of penetration, he made a high pitched noise and shot a
hard, thin stream of cum that extended from his belly button to his left
tit, and then he shot two rapid shorter streams, changing the squeal to a
sound like, "Ahhhhhhhh" with each subsequent burst of spunk. His first big
shot caused his sphincter ring to squeeze down on my boner tighter than
ever and I blew my load up his ass thinking, 'soooooo good'. I got both of
us a little messy after that with cum splashing around his buttocks and my
shaved groin from the humping of his hole after our climaxes. I couldn't
stop fucking that great ass until the dark red blotches in front of my eyes
subsided and I could see clearly again. Then I have the thought, 'should
we have used a condom?'. Well, Elliot's only been fucked that one time and
I know I'm having sex with only safe partners, so no... no condom was
necessary although it's a little late to be thinking about that now anyway,
numbnuts! I kept all that to myself.
Elliot was almost purring by the time I pulled out of his asshole. He
mumbled, "Oh my God Dylan, that was so good. Can we do it again?"
Climbing up on the bed myself, I said, "It was awesome, Elliot... after a
bit we'll do a longer version, OK?" Elliot squirmed around and we got
under my covers, both of us dragging cum along the way, mine leaking out of
Elliot's ass and dripping off my cock, Elliot's cum smeared off his belly
and chest as we rustled around under the sheets. I kinda liked the idea of
sleeping tonight with cum dried on the sheets. Elliot didn't cuddle like I
expected, instead he wanted to clarify something and quietly explained,
"Dylan, you know about buddy sex, right?" I'm like, "Well, yeah... ah,
what do you think buddy sex means?" He wanted to make a point that he and
I were not going to be lovers... we were buddies having some fun with sex.
I didn't mention that I wasn't even thinking about us being lovers and
anyway, I know he's obviously just repeating what he'd heard from Jay, or
maybe what Jay had instructed him to say. I got the message and it was
just fine with me... the make-out foreplay was a go, but lovey/dovey stuff
afterward was not. OK, I've already got two boyfriends, and even though I
hardly ever see them, I actually don't need another one... this'll be
perfect. Actually, it couldn't be better... I was psyched! We lay next to
each other touching all down our side... in this single bed it was
inevitable, but we didn't actively hug or anything like that. The quiet
talk was mostly about Jay, specifically what could be done to "get Jay over
his fear of the asshole", as Elliot so cleverly and concisely put
it. Condoms had been tried already without success and showering together
with emphasis on cleanliness in the anal area hadn't worked either. That
made me wonder if Elliot was fucking Jay or if the ass phobia prohibited
that too... he didn't say, so I didn't pry.
With Elliot I never know what will embarrass him in a major way so I try
keeping the conversation general unless he gets specific about something.
Along those lines, he intrigued me with this comment, "You don't have a
brother, do you?" I shook my head 'no' and he goes on quietly to say, "The
reason I asked is because of my brother Ray hinted to me about this idea
he'd gotten from his best friend that involved the four of us... him, me,
his best friend, and his best friend's little brother doing some brother
sex together. Ray's not gay, but he'll go along with stuff he thinks makes
him one of the guys ." My ears perked-up at that, it's especially
interesting to me because Ray Ellis is one of the reporters for the school
newspaper that I'm senior editor for. That means I'm sorta Ray's boss as
far as the paper goes. I asked, "What's he exactly mean by brother sex?"
Elliot goes, "I don't know, I was hoping you knew". Shaking my head "no",
Elliot continued, "Before I got a chance to find out what brother sex
consist of, Ray dropped the whole thing and went back to ignoring me most
of the time". Elliot explained that something happened with the best
friend and his little brother. Maybe they got caught doing the mysterious
brother sex. It seemed fairly obvious though, so I said, "Jeez, Elliot,
would you let your brother fuck you? That's what it has to be." Elliot
goes, "Yeah, that's what I thought and, yes... that'd be hot! having Ray
fuck me." I'm thinking, 'Holy shit, this kid has a secret side to him'.
For some dumb reason I find it hard to imagine Elliot liking sex as much as
I do. The truth is, his brother Ray is hot in his own way and I don't
blame Elliot for feeling like he does. Ray's taller and bigger than Elliot
and they don't look like brothers at all, but they are actually brother
from the same parents. Elliot got the cute looks, but while Ray's not
nearly as good looking as Elliot, he's still got kind of a hot, sexy look.
If he were gay, it'd be interesting alright.
Well, the Ray situation may be worth pursuing but what interested me more
at the moment is all the talking Elliot's been doing... it's very unusual
for him and I asked him about that. He comes right out and tells me that
he thinks getting fucked temporarily frees him from his shyness. It's
getting so I'm thinking Elliot might have a playful side to him... you know
ultra dry humor or something like that. Some of the comment he's made this
afternoon have me wondering if he's serious or not, he says these things
with a straight face, but they're so unlike what I expect from him. I
scratched my head and asked, "You're not breaking my balls are you,
Elliot?" and he says, "No, Dylan... why would you ask me that?" Hmmmm, that
sounded like a put-on right there, but I dropped it. Fact is, I'd be happy
for Elliot if he's coming out of his shy shell a little more and if I've
helped him in any way I'd be proud of that too. A half hour later I fucked
Elliot again. This time we did it for a nice long time with Elliot on his
belly and me straddling his legs with that fabulous bubble butt of his
pushed up off the bed and me slamming my hard cock up his ass until we both
had orgasms that caused us to make embarrassing sounds, slightly shrill. It
was better than the first fuck. Elliot's asshole was sore afterward though
and when he left he was walking like I use to walk coming home from Carl's
house after he'd fucked me two or three rough ones in an afternoon... that
was a routine happening just about a year ago now, although it seems longer
than that. Back then, like now, I always felt getting fucked was worth a
sore asshole. Getting fucked hard feels awfully good and I sincerely hope
Elliot's thinking that same thing. It was a bit strange though, not
snuggling afterward, but I do agree with Elliot's rules. I'd be a fool not
to. After the second fuck we talked some more and amazingly Elliot quietly
returned to his more familiar shy ways by the time he was ready to leave.
What the hell, maybe he was being totally straightforward with everything
he'd told me, maybe I imagined that playful side... with Elliot, it's hard
to tell.
We didn't do one bit of homework of course, so he'll come back tomorrow
after school, with Jay this time. We'll do homework and then have our
first brainstorming session concerning Jay's phobia. Elliot and I won't be
having any sex tomorrow as Jay would be too uncomfortable watching us.
Elliot and me would be just as uncomfortable, for that matter. In fact,
Elliot and I had no specific timetable for resuming our buddy sex, it was
up to Elliot to bring it up... that's what I told myself and I hope I can
stick to that. It was truly a great afternoon though and I was feeling
very sexually satisfied for the moment... feeling incredibly lucky too, and
I wasn't feeling the slightest bit of guilt either. Guilt as in cheating
on Robby and Willie... this is different from cheating though... isn't it?
I spent some more time thinking about that, but still couldn't make myself
feel guilty. The other question I had for myself was, should I even mention
this to Robby or Willie? Hmmmm? that's a good question and for a good
answer I settled on... "NO!" For the moment I won't mention it and my
rationalization is that it's a personal matter between three friends... me,
Elliot, and Jay. Hell, it's almost a mental health thingie, ya know. Like
I'm the psychologist or therapist. Those therapist/psychologist guys don't
talk about their patients, it's against some code to do so. Not that I
think of Elliot or Jay as my patient, but they have come to me to resolve
their problems... what difference does it make if I call them a patient or
gay sex buddies, it's all basically the same. Well yeah, the same except
I'm not a therapist or psychologist and I barely know what I'm doing
sexually myself never mind what the hell I'm gonna do to help Elliot or
Jay... just do my best I guess. And hey, here's an idea... Google it,
numbnuts! Start by Googling phobias. I'll lay some groundwork and the
three of us can read it and analyze it together. Damn! that's a good plan.
Feeling relieved that I had a plan for helping Jay and Elliot, and feeling
really good overall due to that great afternoon of sex, I was full of
energy. Chubby wouldn't be home from his window washing job for another
two hours so I'll fix us a good dinner in the meantime. First a
shower... but jeez, Elliot's smell is all over me and it's so nice I hate
to wash it away. I better do just that though, Chubby can be pretty
perceptive when it comes to me, he's going to pick-up on my wicked good
mood so it's best I don't also smell like Elliot cause Chubby can add, he's
good at math. After the shower I got dressed and checked the freezer. Oh
boy, baby back ribs! I defrosted the whole rack in the microwave then cut
it in half and browned both halves in a hot frying pan. Satisfied it was
browned enough, I seasoned both sections with barbecue sauce and then set
them aside. Next I poured a sixteen ounce can of dark B & B baked beans
into a casserole, added a quarter cup of chopped onions and chopped green
peppers, then a chopped hot cherry pepper and lastly, Karo syrup... sweet
and spicy beans. Put the browned, but otherwise raw baby back ribs on top
of the beans, covered and plopped the whole thing into a
three-hundred-fifty degree oven for an hour and a half. The meat will be
so sweet, tender, and juicy it'll fall off the bone. I got out a small jar
of apple sauce for a side dish, cut us crisp wedges of iceberg lettuce
which I'll put Russian dressing on just before we sit down. This is one of
our favorite dinners, oh... some little French rolls too. Man, I'm hungry.
I grabbed a coke and went outside to smoke.
Sitting on the steps smoking, killing some time trying to blow smoke rings
like Willie can do, without success. He's only been smoking for the last
six months but has no problem blowing perfect smoke rings, two or three in
a row no less, one right after the other. How the fuck does he do that? I
give up on the smoke rings when I notice two boys walking past me down
below on the sidewalk. Jesus, the cool way they're walking. Two Hispanic
boys about fourteen or fifteen and both of them were smoking cigarettes
too. I love that look when boys talk with smoke drifting out of their
mouth like these two were doing. The exaggerated way they whip the
cigarette up to their mouth to take a drag, then whip their hand away after
they'd inhaled deeply and a second later blow the smoke out through their
noses or, like I mentioned, talk with with smoke coming out with each word.
They are definitely thinking they're cool dudes. They had those super-short
haircuts where the barber outlines his own hairline in their dark brown
hair with a razor, pointed sideburns and so forth... their flawless light
tan skin tone, hot looking Latin boys. I tried to be cool and blow smoke
out through my nose too, but my coughing caused the two boys to stop and
look up at me with bad-boy expressions on their youthful faces. The boy
near the street says, "Hey dickhead, what's your fucking problem? You got
something you want to say to us, or what? Give us any shit, I'll smack
that smirk off your face." I gave them a look, did two more little coughs
to clear the rest of the smoke, then arrogantly replied, "Don't be a
fucking asshole, kid! I wanta say something to you two maggots, I'll say
it loud and fucking clear... As for smacking the smirk off my face ya
better go ask your big brother to help... ". They looked at each other and
then looked back at me, slightly startled. I'm skinny but pretty tall, and
I've always had
the good guns, which is to say biceps. Nice muscle definition although
I've never worked out. These two were real cute, but obviously a couple of
boys who considered themselves tough guys. Unfortunately for them, they're
also kinda on the small size. Together they could probably kick my ass, but
they'd surely take some hits along the way and who needs that. Their brains
analyzed the situation, including major concern for my aggressive verbal
come-back and posturing, and came to a logical conclusion... forget about
it. Of course they couldn't lose face entirely so they both flashed me the
finger and simultaneously said, "Fuck you, bolillo!" which I know means
white boy. I smiled and waved, saying, "You boys run along back to your
hood or you'll be late for supper". I watched them strut away, damn they're
cool. Maybe I should have said, "How about a three-way, boys?" Ha ha,
yeah, but didn't I just say I was sexually satisfied? Well, that was almost
an hour ago by now.
Back inside I spent some time Googling "phobias" and got some helpful hits.
Hot shit!... this might just work... I'm a genius. Saving some of the
better hits I wandered back to the kitchen smelling the pork and
beans... yum. Looking out the window every now and then I finally see
Ricky's SUV pull to the curb. Good, but then... OK, this always pisses me
off. Chubby won't get out of the SUV for a few minutes. What the fuck does
he need to say to Ricky sitting in the car outside our condos? He's been
with Ricky all afternoon on the job, he surely had plenty of time to tell
him anything he wanted to. Staring at that damn car until, sure enough,
three minutes... three whole minutes before Chubby emerges from the
passenger side wiping his mouth and picking his jeans at his rear end. Now
I'm not dumb, I know there is no way in hell he's wiping his mouth from a
kiss... I fucking know that positively, Chubby isn't kissing Ricky. And
they didn't have enough time for a blow job, so what is the reason he's
wiping his mouth? And Ricky surely couldn't have fucked Chubby in three
minutes so that's not why he's picking his ass, but then why is he picking
his ass? And why am I projecting my sexuality onto Chubby? I'm the boy
who'd be getting out of the car after sucking someone's cock, or after
getting fucked by Willie, or something... not Chubby. My perverted mind is
projecting stuff onto my best friend and I hate that I'm doing that. But
now what the fuck...? Chubby just walked right by my condo's front
door. He came up the steps from the sidewalk, then went right by and
upstairs to his condo. I'm not gonna call him... this is outrageous! And,
after I cooked one of his favorite dinner too. Fuck! I'm steaming mad
until five minutes later I hear him stomping down the stairs to my
condo. Well, maybe there isn't any need for me to act pissed-off after all.
Chubby didn't do anything wrong as far as I know, and it's not just his
favorite dinner it's one of my favorite dinners too. Chubby comes flying in
my front door wearing a fresh T shirt and nylon sweatpants, he yells, "My
favorite homeboy in the world!", energy crackling all around him. He looked
so cool, I hugged his neck saying, "Wha'd you say your name was?" the top
of his head was level with my nose. He smelled just like Chubby's suppose
to smell... so good. I rubbed my cheek on his silky buzzed cut hair. It's
been almost two weeks since his last haircut and the hairs were soft at the
tips. Chubby goes, "OK Dylan, I know you just got home from the hospital
yesterday and all that, but for God sakes don't get fucking carried away
here. We're still average, straight, teenage boys struggling with the
weight of adolescence, and we're not a couple of homos... so let me go,
OK?".
He was pulling himself away from me as he said that, but I pulled him back
into my hug and said, "Carried away? You mean like this?" and I kissed his
forehead until he wrestled free. He was half laughing and half acting
pissed-off saying, "You're always doing that gay shit, it's bad enough when
it's just you and me, but you've started to do it in front of other fucking
people. Dude, ya can't do that or people will get the wrong idea". I let
go and kind of pushed him away, "I missed you, OK? I was in a fucking coma
for ten days, Chubby... I missed you." I can pout with the best of them.
Chubby made an aggravated expression, then softened up and grabbed me in a
hug this time, saying, "I'm sorry, Dylan... you're right. Go ahead, kiss
me... I can take it." I did kiss him too, right on his cheek... and I kept
at it until he got pissed-off again and we ended up wrestling, winding-up
on the couch in the living room. Our wrestling matches always end-up with
us hugging more than anything else... this time was no different. Our
sweaty faces side by side Chubby mumbles, "What smells so good?" and I
replied, "It's me, thanks for noticing" and he says, "No, it's pork and
beans" and I said, "Barbecued baby back ribs and beans" and Chubby goes,
"Yum! Dude, you rock" and we let each other go and got up off the couch. I
had a boner, amazing since I'd just fucked Elliot twice about two hours or
so ago. Oh well, I am eighteen. Chubby went into the bathroom to jerk off
because he was so aroused from wrestling with me... actually, he went in to
take a leak, I was projecting my fantasies on him again. I'm in a goofy
mood, what a day!
Together Chubby and me got the dinner on the table and what a great dinner
it was. Iced tea was our beverage and factoids provided the
conversation. Many factoids, but ten minutes after dinner I could only
remember two... one, "It takes food seven full seconds to get from your
mouth to your stomach" and two, "If saliva can't dissolve something, you
won't taste whatever that something is." I groaned at all the right
times... Chubby's eyes shined, he was happy we were eating together again.
After dinner we did homework. Chubby did current homework and I did some
of the make-up work Elliot had left here. After that we watched a Red Sox
Spring Training game from Fort Myers, Florida... we watched it sitting
together in the recliner the way we always watch television. By the
seventh inning there wasn't a single player in the game we recognized, all
minor leaguers, so we went to bed. Chubby slept with me again after first
telling me that Friday night, tomorrow night, was his last sleep over, "So,
Dylan... ya better get well quick". Only half jokingly, he added, "You had
a bad experience and I've supported you in many invaluable ways, like
sleeping with you in this tiny bed, but enough is enough, dude! I'm all
about tough love starting Saturday!" I said, "Can we kiss goodnight?" and
he did a long exasperated exhale and said, "Absolutely not, what'd I just
say a couple hours ago about that?" I got him in a headlock and managed to
do a sliding kiss on his forehead with him calling me, "such a
dick". Without much choice, we slept close together. Major stimulations
like having Chubby against my body and me thinking about the dried cum on
the sheets as well as the two fucks with Elliot, the ones that caused the
cum... well, I had a helluva time getting to sleep. I did have a nice
boner keeping me company though. When I woke up the next morning Chubby had
already left for school. I pulled the pillow he'd slept on over to me and
buried my face in it... Chubby's clean hair smell... hmmm, nice. It was
Friday and I had all day to do nothing but lay around waiting for Jay and
Elliot to come over after school. Chubby of course goes to work after
school. Wish I knew what else is going on after school with those window
washer boys... there I go again with my paranoia about anything involving
Ricky. I gotta get a grip...
I screwed around on my computer rechecking phobias for Jay, then gave some
attention to make-up work for school. The day dragged by but eventually I
heard a light knock on the front door and knew it would be Elliot. I'd
purposely stayed in the living room until he got here for fear I wouldn't
hear his tap of a knock. Surprisingly, Elliot was alone... he and I were
awkward with each other initially which is weird considering we had sex
together yesterday. We tried doing a half-assed one arm hug which got
messed-up, then I went to give him a kiss as he was moving his head away,
then he moved his head back towards me too quickly and his nose almost
ended up in my mouth and I wetly kissed the end of it which further added
to the awkwardness. We both started to say something at the same time,
then both stopped and I yelled, "Enough!... Go outside Elliot, and knock
again." He grinned and did just that. I opened the door and went, "Elliot!
Great to see you... here, give us a kiss" and we did a very quick kiss on
the lips and pat on each other's back. Elliot said, "that was better" but
he was still blushing a bright rosy color. He told me Jay would be over
later, that he'd left school early today for a doctor's appointment. Elliot
and I got busy with the catch-up school work and completed two entire
Science assignments before Jay showed-up, he'd been at the dentist, ugh!
No problem with his teeth now though. I got right to it... went directly to
the websites I'd found about phobias. Jay's phobia is a fear of anything
anal which is called rectophobia or protophobia. It poses little or no
danger except if one wants to be able to please his gay sex partner, which
by the way, isn't discussed on any of the websites. What was discussed in
all of them was what to do if one wants to get over a phobia, almost any
phobia. The recommended approach is desensitization through exposure... in
this case, exposure to someone's ass or even your own ass. But, preferably
Elliot's ass. The therapy is to gradually experience exposure of what
frightens the person with the phobia, that would be Jay's fear of Elliot's
ass. There are breathing exercises for relaxation to help reduce anxiety
and other ancillary procedures, but most of all it's imperative one
continues gradually exposing one's self to their fear until it begins to
fade, and it will fade.
Jay and Elliot stared at my computer screen with their mouths hanging open,
speechless. They finally looked at each other shaking their heads. Jay,
using a doofus voice, said, "What is this mysterious apparatus you have
here, Dylan? This machine that has so much information available for
free." Elliot quietly murmured, "I can't believe we didn't think of
Googling this problem. Thank you Dylan... gad, we're dumb. Right Jay?"
Mimicking the doofus voice, I say to Jay, "This is called a computer and
it's hooked up to something called the World Wide Web... AKA, the
Internet." Jay says, "Wait, you're going too fast." He was laughing now,
but serious about how stupid he felt for not thinking of this obvious
approach to a solution. All along the boys thought if they pushed it, if
Jay forced himself to do things with Elliot's ass, it would make everything
worse instead of better. For a number of reasons, such as... the three of
us being openly gay with each other and working to help one another, and me
having fucked Elliot with Jay, Elliot's boyfriend, knowing that and in
agreement with that, and all of us here together, friendly and
relaxed... it was a wonderful feeling for me... a new, but wonderful
feeling of belonging. We read from other sites and the boys planned their
strategy... a strategy that seemed a slow, drawn-out process to me, but Jay
was really hung up on the rectum so they were going to begin with Jay first
getting use to touching his own ass. Sarcastically, I said, "Excellent plan
guys... you'll be moving toward togetherness at approximately the speed of
a glacier, you boys should be screwing each other before you're collecting
Social Security, or soon afterward." We were in good moods because, even if
it took a while to see results, the boys were heading in the right
direction at last. I was relieved at least as much as any of the three of
us... you know, because at first I didn't have a clue what to do about
helping and now it was so cool to be part of the answer. Love that
Internet! The three of us generally goofed around together in generally a
non-sexual way for another hour until Jay had to leave. Jay's main
interest, after sex with Elliot, was haircutting and hair care in
general. His mother was a hair stylist and after graduation Jay is going to
school to be a professional hair stylist himself. For now he cut, colored,
straightened, or permed girls and boys hair for free... practice you know.
He was very good too and two clients were meeting him at his house in a few
minutes, so off he ran. I regularly cut the Dickers brothers hair, and I'm
pretty good at it too... mostly because Chubby and I have been giving each
other haircuts for years... well, I used to cut Chubby's hair but now
Ricky's in charge of that. Don't get me started. Elliot and I finished my
last make-up homework assignment, we shared a nice kiss on the lips, and he
left for his house with me disappointed he hadn't mentioned me fucking him
before he left... you know, just a quickie.
After I watched Elliot disappear dow the steps I savored the taste of his
kiss wondering when he'd want me to fuck him again... soon, I hope. Friday
nights usually means I'll see Robby, but not this Friday. I thought about
a jerk-off but then spotted Chubby coming down the sidewalk. He's coming
from his part time job, it's around six o'clock as usual, but no Ricky SUV
tonight... good. We shared a pizza for dinner and then went to the Loop
where we hooked up with a group of boys and girls from school. Later we'd
all go to the movies. I'd prefer just Chubby and me hanging together but
he's a fucking social butterfly, especially around the girls, making them
laugh at his corny factoids and jokes. To avoid the giggling girls I
mostly hung out with Gene Bowman who might or might not be gay. He's a bit
on the heavy side and has bad skin so not the greatest viewing buddy for
the evening. Unfortunately it was a case of hanging with Gene or being
Chubby's shadow and he doesn't like it when I do that. What pisses me off
is this situation where I've got two boyfriends and neither of them is
around on a Friday night... now that really sucks! I'll see Willie next
Saturday and I'll see Robby Monday at school. The Dickers are away for a
weekend in New York which the boys didn't want to be part of but had no
choice in the matter. During dinner Chubby had filled me in that Mr and Mrs
Dickers were surprised that Robby was balking at going, he'd never
indicated in the past he didn't want to participate in a family trip. Of
course, neither Chubby nor Robby's parents realize that this is the first
year Robby's had a boyfriend which I'm sure is one of the big reasons he
didn't want to go away for the weekend... that, plus he's a senior in high
school for Christ sakes. Family trips are for little kids. You add in the
fact that Dodger has never wanted to go on family trips and it's probably
not a real happy group of campers in New York, not that that helps my
situation at all. The movie turned-out to be good though, and "good food
fast" at Wendy's after the movie was excellent, so was my sleep-over with
Chubby so all in all, not too bad. Sadly it's my last night with Chubby
and me sharing my little twin bed... hey, maybe I'll go into another coma.
Saturday morning Chubby was off to work and I was off to the hospital with
my Mom for my check-up and found out I'm fine. "Feel free to do it all,
Dylan". That's what the doctor said, if he only knew what doing it all
meant to me. Ha!
Saturday nights are Chubby's window-washer boys night-out. On the weekends
when Willie's home from Prep school we go out on a date... oh I wish it was
this weekend! Not to be though, so I stayed home alone and watched two
movies on DVDs. Then, all day Sunday Chubby and me hung out together, just
the two of us, exactly the way I like it. We didn't do anything except goof
around, but it was still an awesome day. Early Monday Chubby drove us to
school in our Jeep, me riding shotgun. Funny, as Chubby was pulling up the
driveway to the school I got that little nervous feeling in my
stomach... the one I get when I'm doing something for the first time. I say
it's funny, meaning odd, because going to high school certainly isn't
anything new to me. I guess the new part is that I've been out of school
for over two weeks now, my previous longest consecutive missed time was
three days. Anyway, for whatever reason, I have this uncomfortable feeling
of apprehension. Nervously I lit a cigarette and Chubby immediately says,
"Dylaaaaaan! Not in our car" I go, "Oh yeah, I forgot, Chub" and I
hurriedly flicked the cigarette out the window only to have it hit the top
of the window frame, bounce back onto the dashboard and then carom onto
Chubby's lap. He screeched the car to a stop halfway up the grass border
of the driveway while frantically brushing the front of his pants and
cursing, "God dammit Dylan, you can be such a dick sometimes!' No damage
but I felt like a dork, my first day back at school wasn't getting off to a
good start. Chubby got it together, parked the car, and while we're walking
across the parking lot he squeezed my hand mumbling, "Sorry I yelled at ya,
Dylan..." I smiled and said, "I'm a wingnut when it comes to flicking
butts, dude. I'm the one who's sorry". Before Chubby could say anything
else one of his school friends shouted over, "Yo Jeffrey, word up, dude?"
Chubby bumped fists with the kid and goes, "Not much, what's going on with
you, Tank?" The three of us went behind the football field refreshment
stand to sneak a cigarette which is obviously a no-no on school property.
Tank and Chubby were bitching about a test they had today in Chemistry
class as I quietly gawked at our high school trying to figure out why I was
nervous and apprehensive. I'm thinking, "Christ, that's a big building,
the high school". I'd heard someone say it was built in the nineteen
seventies, mostly brick and huge windows. Inside, the corridors are
granite, lockers lined-up against the walls. Right inside the front doors
are the administration offices for the Principal and the three Vice
Principals and for all the other adults who do whatever it is they do. If
you're walking anywhere near the cafeteria the corridors will smell like
soup, walking anywhere near the gymnasium and the corridors smell like a
musty, stale locker room. The drinking fountains don't work, but the
toilets in the boys room never stop running. Quite a place to wile away
your youth.
High School is a place where the stress of growing-up and fitting-in
combine with the need to get good grades while doing what you're told and
it all creates a severe test for even the strongest minded of us kids.
Most of the time spent here isn't about learning, but about socializing,
getting away with stuff, and trying to make friends... friends who aren't
complete douche bags. High School is all about pop quizzes, large outdated
text books, sadistic teachers, long boring classes, drugs, peer pressure,
bullies, homework, lockers, and not enough time to get from one class to
the next. Framingham High School, the one we all go to, is an urban
suburban high school located about twenty miles west of Boston,
Massachusetts. It has over twenty-one hundred students of diverse
backgrounds and ethnicity. Nine percent African American, five percent
Asian, sixteen percent Hispanic, and sixty-eight percent white... other
small ethnic groups make-up the other two percent. Towns bordering
Framingham are populated with more affluent residence and have high schools
with about one third the number of students Framingham High has... the
student body in those schools is about ninety-eight percent white. Me
personally, I like looking at the Hispanic boys just fine. I've been in
only two fights with those guys in four years, which is a good record
considering they do not like being dissed and have been known to be a tiny
bit thinned-skinned around us white boys. Breaking into my daydreaming,
Tank says to me, "Newman, sup with the hair, Dude? Ya going emo on us?" I
go, "Ya shitting me, Tank. My hair is fly, this is retro man, nineteen
seventies, very cool." We started walking toward the steps leading to the
front door when Chubby goes, "There's Ron Miller, he looks trashed at
quarter of eight in the morning." I asked, "How can anybody be drunk in
the morning?" and Tank goes, "He's phat-phree, that's for sure". Chubby
mumbles, "Fuck Miller, did you see Rita Wright saunter by over there?
Looking way hot this morning!". I go, "Chubby, she's a hootchie, ya know"
and he's like, "I know that, dude... she's a whore, but she looks hot,
don't ya think". As we walked through the front door Ray Ellis bumps into
me and goes, "Yo, Dylan... sorry dude. See ya after school? You going down
to the paper, right? I finally got that story for ya... the one about High
School being a social and cultural experience... ya know, and how it needs
to refocus as an academic experience." Tank says, "What the fuck are you
talking about, man?" Thinking about what Elliot told me about Ray, I yell
over the cacophony in the hallway, "Ignore him Ray, I'll see ya later,
dude. By the way, that sounds like something you copied right off the
internet" and he yells back, "Well, yeah... where else. See ya later".
Tank, Chubby, and I split-up heading for our lockers which were at
different locations in the building.
High School is crowded. That's something you always notice, it's very,
very crowded in the halls. So many kids and all of them wearing back packs
which take-up a lot of space... twenty-one hundred backpacks, give me a
break. It's also very noisy and rushed... everyone is always rushing
somewhere and the decimal level gets up there pretty high, lots and lots of
yelling. For the most part I feel secure in here though... you know, with
the security men walking the halls and the metal detectors and all that.
Of course a fellow student with a hair up his ass could do a Columbine on
you, but the chance of that happening is about the same chance you got of
winning the lottery... well, maybe not winning the lottery, but it is a
long shot for sure. Whatever the odds, us kids watch out for nut-jobs,
loners, gun freaks, and so forth. Walking to my locker I pass kids I know
and we bump fist saying, "word up?" or "sup" or "how they hanging" or
simply, "dude!". The first semester of my freshman year here was a bitch,
so intimidating, but as a senior, no problems. After spending four years
with the same five hundred or so kids I've made friends, but to be honest,
mostly they're more like acquaintances than real friends. Guys to say "hi"
to and to share mutual experiences with... bitching about the teachers and
the boredom and such. There are distinct groups in high school, other than
the various ethnic groups I mean. There are nerds, cools, goths, punks,
jocks, preppies and combinations, or half breeds. Then there are sub
groups... the most noticeable are the wiggers who are white kids pretending
to be black. They're big into rap music, dressing and using the slang of
blacks, it gets my eyes rolling like "what the fuck is that all
about?". Walking down the crowed hallway I hear the sounds of the nameless
teenagers yelling to each other... "whachoo gonna do about it, ugly?"...
"That Charlyne is such a prep. God, I can't stand those preppy little
fuckers!".. "Those goddamn goths are scary with all that body piercing and
black shit"... "I'm such a punk"... "Abercrombie & Fitch is so fucked!"
... "Let's get wasted after school today, man" "Fuck yeah!" All the
chatter in loud voices. I see a jock push a nerd into his own locker and
try closing the door as his friends egg him on. The nerds going, "Ow,
whatcha doing that for?" and somebody, probably another nerd, anonymously
yells out, "Why don'tcha leave him alone, assface!" Finally I'm at my
locker and then I'm into the relative quiet of my homeroom where, two
minutes later, the bell sounds... it's seven fifty-five in the morning and
another day at Framingham High begins."
Still in a bit of a fog, I'm looking around for Robby Dickers who sits in
front of me. Don't tell me he isn't coming to class today. I've missed
that boy big time, it's been over two weeks since the accident and that was
the last time I laid eyes on him. Then a hand on the back of my neck and a
one arm hug from behind. I know it's Robby so I quickly turn around and
get my arm around his neck saying, "Dude, I missed ya so much" and we
hugged quickly right in the middle of the room. Mrs Fletcher says, "OK
guys, the bell rang, take your seats, please." The noise calmed down some
in the room and she says, "I'll take the attendance, but first lets welcome
Dylan Newman back... I'm so glad your going to be OK, Dylan.". I'd already
said "hi" to many of the kids on my way here through the corridors, but a
general hubbub followed with guys saying crazy stuff like "I thought you
died in that accident, Newman" or "What'd ya want to come back here for,
dude" but mostly nice stuff and the girls said things like "welcome back
Dylan, missed ya" and a couple girls snuck in "I missed that cute ass of
yours" and lewd stuff like that. Some of the girls have a mouth on them
worse than the guys, but frankly I was pleasantly surprise at the positives
comments from most of them. I'm not usually real comfortable around girls.
All in all, the welcome made me feel good. After attendance was taken, the
bell rang for class so Robbie and I had to go our separate ways, both of us
saying we'd see each other at lunch. We don't have any classes together
this semester, just homeroom. It was wonderful seeing his face, seeing all
of him actually. When we hugged I sprang a semi-boner, that quick hug had
me boning up. Dang! He turns me on so much I can't wait for us to get
naked together. I can't wait although I don't know when exactly that'll
be. It better be soon, that's all I know.
The morning went by OK and I was feeling less and less apprehensive with
each class. I turned-in the back assignments and after getting a nice
greeting from each teacher, went back to being just another student.
Everything was as it was before my accident, and why wouldn't it be.
That's what I told myself. I got stuck in the corridors answering
questions about my coma from friends and acquaintances so was a little late
for each class, but the teachers overlooked it for today. Tomorrow it won't
be overlooked, I know it and the teachers know it. Between second and third
period Dodger captured me wrapping his arms around my waist from behind
trying to pick me up off the floor. He's a strong little fucker, but he
hadn't gotten a good hold so he failed to get me off my feet. Instead, he
let go of me and goosed my ass and then reached under, between my legs, and
massaged my dick and one of my nuts... it happened so fast no one in the
crowded corridor even commented. I'd gotten myself turned around then so
Dodger and I did a tight hug with him acting serious for once, saying, "I
was so worried about you, Dylan. Your head made a dull clunking sound
bouncing off the curb, I had nightmares about it." Ya know, I was touched
by Dodger's sincerity, he's usually such a smart-ass. Initially he'd done
the goosing I guess because he just can't help himself, he's very sexually
orientated which I find attractive, by the way. I had to force myself to
let-up on the hug, he's so good looking, so cute it can shock you if you're
taken by surprise with all of it... his brother Robby, same thing. Plus
Dodger's body is like a steel spring, so fit, so tight... very hot to hug.
He's wicked athletic, primarily a swimmer, but good at all sports. The
shame of it is he's apparently stopped growing... stopping too soon, I
mean. His brother Robby is my size, but it's beginning to look like Dodger
is done at five-foot-seven and he hates that, oh boy does he ever. The
sides of our faces rubbed together as we pulled apart and the feel, the
scent, the look of him was electric to me. I hadn't seen him for over two
weeks now and, as I said, wasn't use to his extraordinary good looks. I
mumbled, "Thanks Dodger, love ya dude!" He squeezed my cheeks together with
the thumb and index finger of his right hand and said, "You're so cute,
missed ya like mad, Dylan" one of the anonymous faces passing by yelled out
"Fag alert!" but no one paid any mind. I felt wetness from one of Dodger's
fingers and knew it most likely was from him biting the fingernail of that
finger... he's a serious nail biter. The corridor was really thinning-out
now, seconds away from the bell, Dodger says, "I gotta run upstairs,
Dylan... see ya, dude!". He walked backwards a few steps heading for the
staircase, I wiggled my fingers in a dumb goodbye wave and Dodger yells, "I
still need that haircut" which made me notice that Dodger's hair was longer
than I've ever seen it, still only about an inch, but that's long
considering he always has a buzz-cut. I yelled, "Not this afternoon,
tomorrow... OK, Dodger?" From halfway up the steps, he goes, "Tomorrow for
sure, ya hot shit!" and he was out of sight. The bell rang and I was late
again.
My third class is the one Elliot and I have together. My last class of the
day is Language Arts which Chubby and I are in together so those two
classes, the third and the last, are my favorite classes. Chubby and I have
a half hour study hall after lunch together which is nice too. I was late
for class but the teacher, an older man, Mr Cromell, just frowned and said,
"Glad you made it back with us, Newman. You OK?" I nodded and mumbled,
"Sorry I'm late" and then sat down in my desk right behind Elliot and
immediately got a boner thinking about me fucking that fabulous ass of his
last Thursday, fucking it twice actually. As for Elliot, he'd given me a
shy smile as I passed by his desk and then blushed, so he'd probably
thought about us fucking too. I stared at the back of his head... his
skinny neck, his pretty light red hair, his slumping shoulders, his ears
that stick out slightly... damn, I want to jerk off so badly. Or, better
yet, fuck Elliot again. I thought about my horniness for awhile and then
snapped out of it to take notes from Mr Cromell's lecture. After class
Elliot and I did a one arm hug and pat on the back, then began making our
way though the throng of teenagers to the cafeteria for our lunch break. As
we progressed down the corridor I had my arm around his shoulder and my
head next to his asking about any progress with Jay's phobia. Elliot said
it was too soon and then, just because I liked having my face close to the
side of Elliot's, I kept it there whispering, "Whenever do you think ya
might want to... ya know, you and me again...ah, I'm there for ya Elliot.
It was a pretty good time... buddy-wise, I mean. Huh, Elliot?" He turned
his head toward mine and my nose rubbed across the side of his face, that
kid smells so fucking good, he says... "Dylan, we just did that a couple
days ago. I went two years in between that one and the one before it, ya
know." We were at the cafeteria so I took my arm off his shoulder smirking
at him like... who you kidding? It ain't gonna be no two years this time
around... and in a normal voice said, "What ya gonna have for lunch?"
Elliot and me have the first senior's lunch schedule, we always eat with
Chubby and Robby who have the first also. Jay has the second senior lunch
schedule and Dodger's a sophomore, they eat earlier. The freshman eat
lunch around ten thirty in the morning if you can believe that. It's
because the school day begins before eight a.m. and we're out at two
p.m. so it ain't easy squeezing twenty-one hundred kids through one
cafeteria. This high school was built to accommodate about half the
current student population, such is the way of poor communities like
ours. Following Elliot into the soup-smelling cafeteria I see that Robby is
already at our regular table eating a cheeseburger. His third period class
is two doors away from the cafeteria so he gets here fast. Chubby is in
line ahead of us, we all look around until we've made eye contact checking
that everyone is where they should be. Now, what to eat... everyday there's
a choice of sandwich wraps, salad and soups... or you can get the lunch
special of the day that always includes a salad and canned fruit. The rest
of the lunch special varies from day to day... American chop suey, Pizza,
Fish sticks, cheeseburgers, roast chicken etc. I stick with the wraps,
usually ham and cheese or turkey... also chips, and a Snapple. Elliot
always gets the lunch special and so to my question of "What ya gonna have
for lunch" he says, "I'll probably get the special" which makes me smile to
myself and think about saying 'no shit Elliot, ya get it every day. I was
kidding with that question!". He's so sincere though I don't say that,
instead I say, "The lunch special huh, yeah... that'll be good". Come to
think about it, we all get pretty much the same lunch every day. Carrying
our tray of food to the table and exchanging friendly insults with a few
kids along the way, we sit in the same seat we sit in every lunch period,
mumble "'sup?" as we sit. Then, everyone but Elliot eats and talks at the
same time... Elliot eats and listens. Most of the talking is rag-time bull
shit trying to insult each other and god forbid if you've got a piece of
lettuce on your tooth or you sneeze at the table or you left your fly open
or anything that the other guys can blow-up into a major ball-breaker. If
we're not breaking each other's balls we're bitching about a teacher or an
asshole student... bitching about something. After eating we sneak out
behind the refreshment stand down near the football field and
smoke... Elliot comes with us but he doesn't smoke. At school Robby is
quiet and kind of shy most of the time, the exceptions being when he's with
the baseball team or with us guys at lunch. During those times he's as
confident and outgoing as most, especially on the baseball diamond. Elliot
is shy all the time at school, less shy with us guys, but not a lot less. I
love to stare at the boys smoking... so cool the way the smoke drifts out
of their noses or is forcefully exhaled after a deep drag. Robby and I like
to blow smoke in each other's face, but only when we're alone... it's too
obviously sexy to do it in front of others.
After our smoke we're heading back to classes when Robby grabs my arm to
hold me back a little so he can whisper, "Dylan, meet me at the equipment
room right after last class... we'll sneak a kiss, OK?" I'm like, "I got to
be at the school paper after school, but I'll meet you for a quick make-out
like we used to do last summer before work." Robby smiled, nodded his head
and mumbled, "I'm so hot for ya, dude" as he began jogging away. His first
class after lunch is on the other side of the building so he's gotta run to
beat the bell. Chubby was waiting for me at the side door so we could walk
to study hall together. "You got a ride home after school, Dylan?" I told
him I did, Chubby of course goes directly to the window washing job after
school. Every other day I have the car after school and Chubby gets a ride
with Ricky, but when he does it means he needs to wait around until Ricky's
done brown-nosing the teachers. It's Chubby preference to get off school
property as quickly as possible because he's got a problem with adult
authority figures and around a high school there are a helluva lot of that
particular specie. I was getting a ride home later from Jay who's staying
after school to practice the high school drama company's Spring Musical
presentation of The Sound Of Music. I can't remember what part Jay has,
probably one of the leads. After school today Elliot has marching band
practice and then he'll get a ride home with Jay as well. Lots of things
need to be thought out ahead of time in high school because all of
it... homework, studying for test, getting places on time, the many school
related activities, part-time jobs, detention halls and the like... all
require planning. Have contingency plans too, like rides home... Sometimes
Jay, sometimes Chubby, sometimes I drive, and Robby will sometimes drive me
when all else fails even though it's out of his way... and there's always
walking like Chubby and I did the first three years of high school.
There's various aspects of each contingency that one needs to keep in mind
as well... for example, a ride with Robby always means some grab-assing
from Dodger and it's important it doesn't go too far or Robby might start
wondering what's up between Dodger and me. Dodger's grab-ass fun is cool by
me to a degree, but it does have a negative side. That is to say, the
brothers almost always drive together so while the grab-ass with Dodger is
cool, Dodger's being in the car makes it impossible for Robby and me to
sneak in some sexy play ourselves. As I've said, not too much slows down
that damn Dodger though, he's incorrigible, he's also wicked sexy and fun
too. Thinking about all that made me remember the dream I had in my coma,
the one where Robby, Dodger, and me had a sexy three-way... lots of cum
flying around in that dream, awesome memory.
Inside the school's side doors, still in a daze thinking about my
coma-induced dream, I bumped into Alex cora, Elliot's friend, who says,
"great to see you back at school, Dylan. How ya feeling, man?" As he's
moving away with the crowd, I say, "Jeez, Alex, Hi! I'm fine,
dude... thanks for asking. You working a Stop & Shop later?" Heading for
the stairs he yells back, "No, tomorrow... you're on tomorrow too... four
till seven." and he was out of sight. Ya gotta keep moving or you'll get
run over by the hordes of kids. Alex is a tall thin kid who can be a bit
of a wiseguy if ya let him, but he's got a cute way about him too. I can
find something cute about almost every boy I meet and damn!, some of those
straight boys can be so cute in more ways than just one. Funny thing is,
most of them haven't a clue that they're sexy and cute and hot. They
haven't a clue what they're missing by passing up a bit of gay sex
either... too bad boys! Jeez, here's another crazy thought... I bet Alex
has a long dick like Willie's. You know, because everything else on Alex
is longish just like on Willie. When you think a kid has no redeeming
features, appearance-wise... check him out again. You probably missed his
eyes, or his especially nice hair, or you didn't see his boyish grin, or
his taut body... or something, because the only exception to my general
rule that there's something worth ogling in every boy you see, and I mean
every boy of any ethnicity, is fat boys ... they're the exception, they
don't cut it in my world. Oh man, so many boys to look at in high school,
I'll sure miss that after graduation. Ahh, so nice thinking about boys.
Chubby and I have this short study hall every day after lunch and then the
last class of the day together... language arts. We're headed for that
study hall now, Chubby looks back to see me daydreaming and goes, "Are you
in another daze, Dylan? Come on, Dude... we don't want to get detention
for being late". I snapped out of it and caught up with Chubby. We made it
to study hall and were in our seats before the bell. Immediately this
girl, Rita Hayden, comes up and stands in front of Chubby's desk to say,
"Jeffrey, sup?" and Chubby looks at her with a slightly annoyed expression,
then says, "Yo, girl. Are you aware your body is using three hundred
muscles to balance you while you're standing there?" She goes, Huh?" and
Chubby says, "Yeah, that's right... and you as a female have a heart that
beats faster then male's. Did ya know any of this shit?" Rita frowns,
wrinkling her bulbous nose as Chubby points at her feet and, with his eyes
open wide as if astounded by his own factoid, says "There are about a
trillion bacteria on each of your dainty feet". She looks down at her size
nine sneakers, then looks back at Chubby. He says, "And that's what's sup,
Rita". The bell rings and she says, "you're so fucking funny, Jeff! Hey,
is all that stuff really true?" He nods his head that it is and in a bored
voice the study-hall monitor says, "take your seats, students". When Rita
walks back to her seat Chubby says to me, "I can't stand her, you see the
size of her feet?" I shake my head slightly as dweeb Arthur Sirenous, from
one desk over says, "Are there really a trillion bacteria on her feet,
Jeffrey?" Chubby looks at Arthur's feet and says, "Yours too, dude. I'll
bet your feet smell bad too, you got those heavy socks on. Do you have
foot odor?" Arthur looks at Chubby and says, "Yeah, bad foot odor... how'd
ya know?" Chubby points at him with his index finger and whispers,
"Bacteria can have an
offensive odor and you look like a candidate for lots of bacteria" and
Arthur's eyes get big as he mouths, "Fuck you Jeffrey" but he's smirking.
Chubby goes, "No, I really mean it, Artie" and then he turns to me
chuckling as he says, "Bet Arthur could use a nice foot massage, huh?" I
can't think of a snappy retort, but manage to smile at Chubby. Actually
I'll bet he'd like to smell those big feet of Arthur's... Chubby and his
foot fetish, sheech! He'd turned around and is busily doing his Literature
homework for next class... he almost always does that class' homework in
study hall. Mine was done last night so I'm free to use this study hall to
go back to daydreaming about boys.
Chubby sits right in front of me which I love because, while daydreaming, I
can also stare openly at the back of his head or the side of his
face... you know, depending on how he's sitting in his seat. He has the
most perfectly shaped head of anyone I've ever seen. While walking to
study hall earlier we'd talked about what to have for dinner tonight, which
I'll fix. Other nights, like when I work at Stop & Shop, Chubby gets home
first and he fixes our dinner. Any time spent with Chubby is a fun time
for me. It's the most fun for me when it's just the two of us doing
something, but so many times someone like that skank Rita will steal my
time with Chubby, he's popular with the girls. Girls sense something in me
I guess because they're usually uneasy around me... I'm friendly on the
outside but don't really care for most girls, especially ones who try to
act like boys. Rita saying the f-bomb is a good example of that. I have my
Lit book open pretending to study something but I'm actually thinking about
me fucking Elliot... in my fantasy I've switched Chubby for Elliot. Got a
great hard boner for my trouble too... great fantasy, me fucking
Chubby. I'd love to fuck Chubby, but I'd rather have Chubby fuck me and
fuck me hard and rough. Oh boy, he could do it too. My hand in my pocket
and damn, this boner of mine feels good. The half hour study hall flies by
and at the bell, with my hand still in my pocket keeping my boner over to
the side Chubby and I fight our way through the corridors to our Language
Arts class yelling "Yo, dude!" or "Yo, sup?" or "Mark, you rock dude!" and
so forth to guys we pass along the way. Inside the classroom Chubby
squeezes my free hand and says, "You're kinda quiet today, Dylan... you
OK?" I go, "Yeah, sure... first day back and all... it's a long haul for
the first day, that's all". Chubby goes, "No shit, long haul every day, but
hang in there... last class, dude." It was nice he showed concern for
me. Soon as the class began I started daydreaming about him and me
again. What I'd really like is for me and Chubby to be stranded on a nice
tropical island, just us. In my fantasy we'd both be real gay and even
though we're on an island we'd still have all the modern conveniences of
home like TV and computer access, plus tons of our favorite food
and... what else? Hmmmm?" I fantasized about that until I got called-on in
class and I'm like, "Huh? What's that....?" Mrs Penderfrass says, "Didn't
mean to wake you Mr Newman, just saying welcome back, that's all". Jesus
my face was red and hot as I mumbled, "thank you. I was... that is..." but
my voice just trailed away. A few kids said "welcome back, Dylan..." and
the last class of my first day back moved slowly onward. Today's class went
even more slowly than normal, probably because I was anxious to meet with
Robby after class. We still haven't talked about the accident and I'll
bet, due to the short time we can be together this afternoon, we aren't
going to talk about it today either. I'm thinking make-out! and not about
discussing the accident. It's been awhile since we've been together, I
can't wait to taste that boy's pink tongue.
It's finally comes to an end, the last class of the day... the sound of
the bell has me groping myself just thinking about Robby Dickers. Chubby
waved goodbye to me as he's running out the door trying to get to our car
fast and beat the traffic jam that quickly forms getting out of the parking
lot. I began running for the athletic department's equipment room to meet
Robby. It's a struggle running because everyone is heading up corridor to
get out and I'm heading the wrong way to get deeper into the building.
There were a few "fuck you" comments exchanged and a couple of shoves and
threats, but nothing serious. Once I turned the corner it was relatively
quiet. Robby's a co-captain of the baseball team so he has a key to the
equipment room. Approaching the room I see the door is already ajar so I
slip in as casually as if I belonged in here, which I don't. Inside, Robby
right-away pushes the door shut and in a raspy voice says, "Oh, you made
it, good" and he just stands there... I say, "Yeah, but that ass-wipe Walt
Snyder almost took my fucking head off when I bumped into him at his
locker, but.... ya know..." and I just stood there too. Fuck! It's
awkward because we haven't been alone together in three weeks. At lunch I'd
noticed that Robby's flattop was real long and kind of shaggy, but he still
looked cool. There wasn't any real light in the room except light from the
small lavatory in the back so I said, "Let's go in there and lock the
door... just in case". Robby's like, "OK", breathless. We go in and Robby
pushes the button on the door. It's a small room so this is better, we
have to be close cause we don't have a choice. I mumbled, "Missed ya, dude
and... ya know." Robby was into his shy act, frowning, looking down. I
go, "Hey, I saw Dodger earlier and he wants to come over for a haircut
after school tomorrow, how bout you?" Robby nodded his head, ran his
fingers through longish blond hair on top of his head and mumbles,
"Sure..." Thinking that there wasn't much air in this little lavatory, I
quietly said, "I need to be at work by four tomorrow, so come over right
after school, OK?" Robby's face was flush as he nodded his head "yes"
leaning toward me, saying something that I didn't hear. Instead of asking
him to say it again, I got his face between my hands, our lips coming
together... kissing gently and breathing huffs of breath into each others
face. Then he put his arms loosely around my neck and I got a handful of
his ass in both my hands and our tongues began a slow dance with each
other.
Robby has recently been chewing peppermint gum which is nice, but I prefer
his regular saliva taste. The mint taste will be licked away soon enough
as our faces are pressed together tightly now and the kissing, licking, and
sucking has our mixed-up saliva covering both our faces... I can now smell
his subtle saliva scent. The taste and smell of it is so sexy to me, it's
so crisp and bubbly and clear. Our noses rub together spreading the spit
further as I massage his ass with both hands. After ninety seconds or so,
with a sense of urgency, he says, "Fuck me Dylan... we need it... you and
me need it, Dylan. Please, make the time now". This was probably his plan
all along, and what a good plan it is too. I was slightly frantic at the
thought because time was short and I was very horny for Robby. Pulling the
elastic waistband of my sweatpants down, I said, "Suck my cock,
Robby... get it slimy with spit, it's our only lube." He was on his knees
in a flash... oh, what a great feeling having a boy suck your dick... oh my
God, it's so hot, so good. Both my hands on his head, my fingers playing
with his lush blond hair... Robby really goes after my dick with his mouth,
his tongue... all that sucking, the subtle wet sounds, the fantastic
sensations on my cock. He went at it like he's famished for my cock, like
he's starving to death for my cock and now, here it's available to him, but
time is short... that's how he's going about sucking my cock. Half the time
his nose is pressed into my shaved groin with my stiffening cock in his
throat, his arms around my ass holding his face against my groin. When my
dick is bone hard I take a handful of Robby's beautiful thick silky hair
and pulled his head away and, while panting, mumble, "Get your pants down
Robby, grab hold of the sink". Spit is shining all around his lips and I
feel an urgent need to taste him again so right after I tell him to get his
pants down I pulled his head up to stick my tongue in his mouth and we're
right back to making-out again... this time we both have pulsating boners
though. Our faces moving against one another, slippery and messy and
wonderful... fuck the high school newspaper, it can wait, god dammit!
Making little squeaking sounds as we make-out I get a finger at his asshole
and poke at it through his pants, then squeeze my hand between our bodies
to grope his rock hard cock and finally get a handful of his nuts and
squeeze them till Robby groans, "Harder... really squeeze them, Dylan... "
I bared-down thinking about Dodger saying the same thing to me... daring me
to squeeze his nuts really hard last summer. Robby goes,
"Owwwwwww... fuck! no no..." just like his brother finally had done when I
was crushing his nuts. I let up and rubbed his boner instead. Robby goes,
"Mmmmmm yes, ahhhh... Dylan it feels good.." After some more spit swapping
with me lapping his tongue and sucking on his upper lip he pulls away from
my face to mumble, "I'm gonna cum, Dylan... is it OK if we wait a second?"
He always acts submissive to me during sex, asking permission and stuff
like that. I don't necessarily need him to be submissive at all, he just
is and I'm used to it by now. I say, "No, pull your pants down right now
Robby, I need to fuck you now. If you cum right away, I'll be right behind
ya, dude... don't worry about it... You are so hot!" He got this excited
look on his face as he pulled his pants down to his knees, turned around,
and leaned over to grab the edge of the sink. He mumbled, "If either of us
touch my dick I'll cum, so please don't. OK, Dylan?" I didn't even bother
to answer that, just pushed up his Polo golf shirt in the back and spanked
his bare ass a half dozen times until he had it pushed back and up towards
me. And what a great ass it was too. Tight, round, pink, hairless mounds.
Bigger than Elliot's but not much, more muscular, but still a great
handful. I could see my hand prints on both buttocks as Robby strained to
arch his back getting his asshole higher and making quiet "Ow, ow, ow.."
sounds with each smack. Smacking his left cheek one more time I noticed
his short boner bobbing up and down, wet at the head. Robby moaned louder
at that last smack and mumbled my name and a whining, "fuck me...." I
drooled a string of saliva on his hole and spread it around with my finger
before pushing the finger in up to my knuckle... Robby goes,
"Ahhh.... Dylan, do me..." I finger fucked him, Robby wiggling his ass and
going up and down on his toes. In goes another finger... Robby made this
long exhale sound while saying "yesssssss..." By now I'm the one who's
afraid I'll cum in my pants... cum before I ever get around to sticking my
cock up his ass so, pretending I was stalling for Robby's sake, I ask, "You
need a minute more, Robby?" He grunted out something I didn't understand,
then reached down and stroked his short boner once, he used only his thumb
and two fingers, moaning as he did it, "You make me feel better than I ever
thought I could feel... oh, this is soooo good, Dylan.." Guess he was
passed the threat of early ejaculation as he stroked his small cock twice
more and then grabbed the sink again, all the time keeping his ass in
constant motion.
I waited a few seconds and asked again, "You ready?" and he nodded his
head, moving his ass around some more, still going up on his toes. I
reached over grabbing a fistful of his hair at the crown of his head, his
hair is about two and a half inches long by now, sticking straight up. With
the fistful of hair I pulled his head back hard until in the mirror over
the sink I could see his adams apple protruding slightly. He goes,
"Aww..." but stopped moving his ass around and he stopped going up on his
toes too so I was able to line up my boner. With the head of my cock
pressing against his asshole, and me maintaining pressure with my fistful
of his hair, I took a deep breath and pushed my boner in four inches past
his sphincter muscle and pulled it right out. Robby groans, "Oh my God,
that felt good!" so I shoved my cock right back up his ass and pulled it
all the way out again. Jesus, I'm really turned-on now... in goes my cock
again, this time it goes in all the way up inside him causing Robby to
squeal out, "That burns, that fucking burns... but I love it. Fuck me,
man, fuck me..." and I started humping my hips back and thrusting them
forward... my hard six-inch cock way up his hole and then almost out, and
up again and almost out, over and over, all the time pulling on his hair
and smacking his ass. He got into a mantra of "ahh, ooh" the "ahh" when I
drove my cock up his hole, my balls plunking against the back of his thigh,
and the "ooh" as I pulled back with another smack on his ass cheek. It was
all done very quickly, I was almost out of control fucking him like a wild
man... fucking Robby the way I love Willie to fuck me. Robby's body was
bouncing back and forth, both his hands holding onto that sink for dear
life. The sounds and smell of fucking can get me near crazy, I love it! My
boner was wet from precum and ass juice, it shined making a slick wet sound
every time it was shoved up his ass and every time I pulled it back. Robby
strained to straighten his head but I pulled his head further back with my
fistful of his hair and fucked him harder. In the mirror I saw his eyes
close after that last yank on his hair and he became docile to my
dominance, saliva shining on his face, a little smile of pleasure, his
boner as hard as a four-inch dick can get... this is how he likes it
sometimes... the smack smack smack sound of my hand against his buttocks,
my groin smacking against his wet, red ass cheeks as my hard boner plows
relentlessly up his ass. Robby grunting out his, "Ahh" and his "Ooh" and
occasionally a, "Fuck me hard, Dylan... yes, yes, yes... oh, oh, oh" Sweat
burned my eyes, the feeling in my balls, my whole groin, the head of my
boner so fantastic I had tears in my eyes as I slammed my cock up his ass
time after time... it was so good!
In too short a time though, Robby grunts, "Here I go, Dylan... I can't hold
it in..." and as he squeezed shut his sphincter ring on the shaft of my
cock I saw his cum splatter the mirror, Robby making the sound an alley cat
in a cat fight makes. Then he did it again almost immediately, following
the first stream of spunk with a weaker spurt and then shot off his third
spurt, closing down his sphincter with each shot. I was seeing dots in
front of my eyes as the head of my pecker expended and with the third shot
of Robby's I poured cum into his ass... oh my God!... it felt so good I
blew a lot of saliva filled air out between my teeth onto the back of
Robby's shirt with each blast of spunk I shot up his ass. I was humping in
and out faster with each blast, shooting my last load of creamy cum into
his bowels in the process... we were both shuttering, our shoulders shaking
and spine tingling, standing still but our bodies seemingly in constant
motion. Electric currents ran up and down the inside of my thighs and all
around my nuts. I pulled almost all the way out and then roughly slammed
my cock back up inside him trying for another good spurt of cum... just one
more. Robby milked his cock, stroking it tightly and groaning with every
stroke and with every little drool of cum that splattered on his thumb.
He'd let go of the sink with one hand somewhere along the way so he could
jerk his cock, milking his nuts of every drop. I'd let go of his hair about
the same time he started jerking himself off and was holding his hips with
both hands at climax. Then, without planning to, I rabbit quick-fucked his
hole for thirty seconds, cum splattering around his buttocks making him
re-grip the sink with both hands... after thirty seconds I needed to slow
down because I was feeling dizzy... dizzy, but fabulous. The after-shock
shiver started at my shoulders and traveled down to my toes making them all
curl-up inside my sneakers. Robby was mumbling something that sounded
positive, not a complaint of any kind so I didn't bother to find out what
it was he'd mumbled. All I know is I couldn't get enough air into my
lungs... I was exhausted. Still not fully recovered from my ten day coma
perhaps.
After the shiver-thing happened a second time, my body got fairly stable
and I lazily humped his hole, it still felt so good on my cock to do
so. Winding-down now I let go of one hip and looked at my hand to see a
number of beautiful blond hairs sticking there... hairs I'd pulled out of
his head. Jesus, I never did that before. Maybe that's because, since
we've been fucking together, this is the first time his hairs been long
enough to get a fistful of it. I felt bad for having done that hair pulling
thing though... too rough. I muttered, "Sorry about pulling your hair,
Robby... I got carried away. It was really a hot fuck though, wasn't it."
Holding him by the hips I was still doing short slow humps up his ass,
Robby was pushing back on my cock for more penetration as he began stroking
his cock again. He replied right away, with enthusiasm, "It was awesome,
Dylan... you really do it for me. Wish we had time to do it again this
afternoon... and I liked that you pulled my hair. I like it when you
treat me like that... it's hot." I leaned forward and laid against his back
saying, "I love ya, Robby. You know that, right?" then I felt self
conscious for having said it. He must have felt a little bit that way too
because he just mumbled, "sure, you too..." I pulled all the way out of
his ass then and watched cum roll down the back of his legs... my cock
feeling chilly out in the open air. "Let's get cleaned-up, Robby... we're
both late, but that felt so good! I missed doing that with you. How bout
you, dude?"
Robby went on to gush excitedly about how hot the fuck had been and then,
as I used wet paper towels to clean my cock, he told me he was getting a
little suspicious of Dodger and Dodger's friend, Vinnie De Marco. I'm
thinking, 'Uh-oh!'. Playing dumb, I say, "Vinnie De Marco... Dodger? What
do ya mean?" and Robby goes, "I think those boys are messing around with
each other's dick". Not wanting to get involved because it's a no win
situation for me... Dodger might think I outed him, and if I say the wrong
thing now Robby might realize I know about Dodger and Vinnie, which I do,
and hadn't told him about it... I could wind-up with both brothers mad at
me. I go, "Dodger? Huh, well... we both know what a horny kid he is.
What'd he tell us that time?... he jerks-off four or five times a day and,
ya know... lots of kids experiment with boy-on-boy sex... it's normal, more
or less. I guess..." I was cleaning the cum off the back of Robby's legs as
he says, "Yeah, that's true, but I don't know... I'll tell ya more about it
later... we gotta hurry here". Robby had his baseball uniform with him, but
before putting it on I donated my folded handkerchief to lay in the bottom
of his jockey shorts which I then pulled up for him... he pulled on a
jockstrap over the underpants, saying, "Cum won't drip through all those
layers of cotton. Thanks!" and then he pulled on the pants part of the
uniform. I rubbed his hair saying, "You liked me being rough, huh?" He was
chuckling when he said, "I know... I'm such a perv, but you get me crazy,
Dylan" and he laid his head on my shoulder pretending he was a little kid.
It gave me a chance to kiss the side of his forehead for fifteen seconds,
oh God, I love how some boys smell. I said, "That's about as rough as I
feel comfortable being, Robby. I wouldn't want to hurt you for anything"
and I hugged him and kissed him again. Maybe I do love Robby more than
Willie... it seems whichever one I'm with wins the number one spot. Hmmm,
that maybe doesn't say much about me. Or, I don't know... wish I had
someone to talk to about such matters. I mumbled, "You said we gotta get
moving a minute ago, Dude..." Robby goes, "Oh yeah, we don't have enough
time together though... I daydream about you... you and me doing things
like this". I confessed I did too and after calling ourselves a couple of
queers laughingly, we separated and finished putting ourselves together.
Cleaned-up satisfactorily, I said a quick 'goodbye' and was out the door
jogging down the corridor toward the Framingham Eagle's work area, and my
little office there. My cock and balls and groin and all around the top of
my thighs... it all felt so wonderful. And being sexually satisfied is
relaxing and nice too, not that the condition will be around all that long,
but for now it's really feeling good. I love gay sex with boys my age... I
don't get nearly enough, that's my problem. Oh man, that last thought is so
not righteous of me. I should be grateful and thank my lucky stars I met
Carl Denton when I did. He showed me I'm gay and introduced me to gay sex
in a very hot way. Maybe his cousin Larry took advantage of me, but through
him I met Willie and we've had some of the hottest sex together I ever even
fantasized about. Most boys my age don't have anywhere near as much sex as
me. Dodger's sex play is so much fun and sexy boy Robby is so awesome... oh
my God, I love to fuck him so much. I've been damn lucky, and the Elliot
fuck we did last Thursday afternoon... oh, I'd love to do that again real
soon. The hottest of all for me is Willie totally dominating me when he
fucks me... it's the hottest of the hots and I shoot off some major cum
loads that burn my dick but feel so excellent at the same time. Still,
even though I admit I'm lucky as it is, what's the point of lying to
myself, I'd like to have gay sex every single day, maybe twice a day... or
like Eliott said, three times would be nice. I'm lucky to have it once or
twice a week. Ya know what... I gotta press the issue with Elliot, that's
what I gotta do... what a hot fuck that was. It seems Elliot and I can find
more available time together than Robby and I, and certainly more time than
Willie and I have together. Elliot said he loves to get fucked, surely he
isn't going to wait for Jay to get around to it. I'll approach Elliot
again instead of waiting for him to approach me, that's a plan! Shit,
there I go again... I just fucked Robby and I'm planning more sex five
minutes later. Damn, it's so cool having sex though. And I need somebody
to fuck me too! Where's Dodger when I need him..... ha ha. Oh, I can't
wait for next Saturday when Willie will fuck me at least three times to
make-up for lost dates... maybe four times. I'll be waddling, not walking,
when Willie's done with my boy pussy.
I gotta laugh at myself... me and fucking go together super-fine, and no
question about it. I'm feeling in a very good mood thinking about Robby and
me just doing the nasty... I'm feeling real good speculating on Willie
fucking me and me fucking Elliot and overall, I'm feeling kinda cocky
actually. But, as I approach the newspaper's after-school classroom I
adjust my attitude a little... reality is always right around the corner,
and there it is... my senior editor's tiny office at the back of the room.
Being senior editor of the school paper requires at least two afternoon
sessions per week, and the sessions can sometimes last three hours or so.
It can sometimes be fun dealing with the kids though, especially the
underclassmen who kinda look-up to me. I was a fairly good writer as a
reporter last year, but I don't do much writing this year... now I edit and
tell kids why their article sucks too much to be printed in the school
newspaper. Last year Carl was senior editor and he appeared to enjoy being
the hard-ass type. He frequently hurt kid's feelings telling them how
horrendous their proposed article was. Myself, I hate hurting the kids'
feelings so I work with them in an attempt to get their writing at an
acceptable level although it isn't always possible. Sometimes a kid is too
pigheaded or arrogant, thinking he or she is better than he or she is, and
they won't take advise. Whatever, it gets complicated... and further
complicating the matter is the fact that I get graded on the articles that
I feel should be included in the newspaper. Graded by the faculty advisor
who's Mrs Rosinbloom this year, and everyone knows that she's a pain in the
ass! Oh well, I can't opt out of this job at this late date so I grin and
bare it. The process has made a few enemies for me along the way though,
it's so unfair to me, but life ain't always fair. Some kids actually think
I'm stuck-up... me, stuck-up! I'm not, but because I can't review every
project that comes to some kids mind, every project some kid thinks must be
interesting to everyone just because he's interested in it when actually
it's so esoteric not five percent of the students would give a shit about
it... oh, why do I go into this, it's pointless.
Saying "Hi, sorry to be late" to Mrs Rosinbloom, we started right in going
over last weeks articles... the ones I did approve. She accepted some and
rejected some. The monthly newspaper gets so bland by the time Mrs
Rosinbloom disqualifies the articles I thought were interesting... maybe a
touch edgy even. I've given up trying to change her mind about anything
and frankly I've given up trying to make the paper better too. She doesn't
inspire me and in fact she seems to have little interest in doing anything
except protecting her own ass. She does that by keeping anything even
slightly controversial out of the paper. The faculty advisor is mostly the
reason I've lost interest and am now just going through the motions... she
should be leading the charge to improve it by infusing enthusiasm and
pumping-up her senior editor and then I'd pump-up the reporters. Actually
I've often wished I could talk to Carl about this, this and other things
too. He certainly enjoyed fucking me, but he also mentored me about
things... I learned stuff from him. He's away at university though and not
interested in me anymore. Oh well... Done with Mrs Rosinbloom, my next
job is to read and then discuss proposed articles from the students waiting
outside my office... from the loud talking and laughter I'm hearing I'd
guess there's at least five or six of them. They're known as reporters by
the way, but most of them don't report anything... they do more of what
would be considered feature article writing. Like Robby, for
example... last year I recruited him to write some articles on what it's
like to be a student athlete here at Framingham High. He took the
assignment seriously and his articles are quite popular. Anyway, glancing
out the door I think, 'Oh good, it's Connor'. He's first in line and this
kid is fun. I motioned for him to come in. He's a sophomore, full name is
Connor Neary. Love looking at Connor so our meeting might drag on for
awhile and will probably piss-off Sara Nipple who's next in line, but so be
it. Connor writes for the paper's humor section and usually brings some
good jokes along with funny incidence that happy to unlucky
students... which is another way of saying, embarrassing incidences that
happen to Freshman.
This Connor boy always has a grin on his lips... kissable lips too, and
there's even a chance he might be gay. If he's gay, he's deep in the
closet with it... maybe I'll run into him in there some time... Ha ha.
Connor has very dark brown hair that's almost black, but isn't. His hair
is a wavy long length all over, chin level all around with a part on the
side making it necessary for him to constantly finger comb long hair off
his forehead and out of his eyes. His skin is very white, not
pinkish-white like the Dickers brothers, but whitish white although not
chalk white like an albino, healthy looking white. Connor has big dark blue
eyes that contrast fabulously with the dark hair and white
complexion... very handsome boy. He's taller than me and I'm a good five
foot ten inches so he's at lease six foot, and skinnier than me which is
saying something. His perpetual grin turns into laughter very easily and
quite often, showing off very white teeth in the process. Those white teeth
look so perfect it's hard to believe they're real, but they are. He always
wears a blue or white long-sleeved dress shirt with a button down
collar... the collar is always left unbuttoned and the long sleeves are
always rolled up to his elbows showing his thin, hairless, pale-skinned
arms. Ripped jeans and sneakers complete his attire and makes one wonder
how many dress shirts and ripped jeans the lad actually has. My guess, two
of each. Most of us kids, of all races, come from poor families... Irish
Connor Neary is no exception and neither am I.
First thing we do when he comes in the office is a one-arm hug, quick
handshake, and a quick pat on the back saying, "Dude, sup?". Then I asked,
"You ever get your haircut, Connor?" He chuckles and goes, "Ya know ya ask
me that every time I see ya, Dylan?" I go, "No shit? I do? Well, what do
you say every time I ask ya?" and he goes, "I tell ya that, yeah I
do... and I always say that your hair is almost as long as mine so I ask
you the same question". I go, "Oh, yeah" and we chuckle some
more... stupid stuff, but Connor makes me goofy. We went through two
humorous experiences he'd written about, both of which happened to Freshman
and both had to do with dicks being exposed to the public... one via a
broken fly zipper and the other when the boy's fellow Freshman locked him
out of the gym naked. I'm chuckling and shaking my head 'no' at the same
time. "You know Mrs Rosinbloom has zero sense of humor about just about
everything and situations where students are showing their bare pee-pee
probably won't get her to chuckle either, so those stories, as funny and
perfect for the humor section as you can find, won't make the cut. By the
way, do you have any specific details about the pee-pees in question? That
might be something Mrs Rosinbloom would find interesting". I was joking
obviously, but Connor gave me a look that I wasn't sure how to interpret
and said, "Oh yeah, I got all the specifics about the pee-pees. Maybe you
and I could work on an article about that together... what do ya say?" and
he raised his eyebrows in a humorous manner leaving me to make a move,
maybe. Hmmm? Cool looking boy, this Connor fellow, but I just said, "Or,
maybe we won't. What else ya got?"
He had a joke... it goes like this: The lady living next door to little
Johnnie comes home from the hospital with her new baby who unfortunately
was born without ears. Johnnie's family is invited over to see the baby
and before they go Johnnie's father warns him not to say anything about the
baby having no ears... if he does he's gonna get the worlds worse bare ass
spanking. Little Johnnie tells his dad he understands and off they go.
Johnnie's parents assure the lady her baby's beautiful. When little
Johnnie looks in the crib he says, "Your baby has cute feet and cute hands
and a cute nose and beautiful eyes, really beautiful eyes." Then he looks
at the mother and asked, "Can the baby see alright?" The mother says, "Oh
yes, the doctor expects baby to have 20/20 vision" and little Johnnie says,
"That's lucky, cus' he'd be fucked if he needed glasses". I laughed and
say, "No, Connor... perhaps we won't print that one in this issue"... we
had another good laugh together though. He told me four more jokes, each
one dirtier, less politically correct, and funnier than the one before it.
When Sara began knocking impatiently on the door to my office we stopped
screwing around and decided on a joke that wasn't all that funny, but would
probably pass Mrs Rosinbloom's scrutiny. As Connor was leaving he said,
"Sure you don't want to work on that pee-pee article with me, Dylan.....?"
We looked into each other's eyes and the look made me stuttered out, "Well,
what... heh heh, yeah, maybe we should at that." He shot me with his index
finger and said, "Any time, dude... you tell me" and he was gone... me
staring after him. Damn, why would he come on to me like that. I wonder
if he knows Dodger and if Dodger let something slip out about us sexily
messing around once in a while? Of course there are over five hundred
sophomores so the chance they know each other is rather slim... but, still
I wonder.
Damn, being in the closet sure complicates the simplest possible sexual
situation. If I were out like Jay or Willie I'd ask Connor directly,
something like... "Are you coming on to me dude, and if you are... let's
work something out. You're hot." that sure would be a better way to deal
with life, but not yet for me. I'm still afraid what Tris, my Mom, and
Chubby will say... I don't have enough self confidence at this point in my
life.
After Connor left, I worked through Sara's article with her... it was about
abusive language in the corridors of the High School, and I quickly
approved it. Two more Juniors had terrible stories, one said he knew it
was terrible but it was extra credit for him if he at least tried to get
something printed in the school newspaper. Swell, now I'm the foil for him
getting extra credit. I wasted fifteen minutes critiquing his paper,
marking it up and then rejecting it. He took it to his Lit. teacher and
got the extra credit. The other junior, an obviously gay student, was very
impressed with himself and made faces of annoyance at anything I said that
was critical of his proposed article, which was about the school's dress
code... he was against it. The junior's name is Marcus Featherstone and
I've seen him talking with Jay a few times. Marcus lisps seemingly on
purpose and calls guys girlfriend. He's not generally well liked by anyone
because of that and the aforementioned extremely high opinion of himself.
He does write quite well however so I approved his article after a few
changes that he begrudgingly agreed to. Before leaving he said, in a
superior, lecturing manner, "You seem to know very little about writing
Newman, but you're not an asshole like so many of you straight boys are.
Do you guys work at being assholes, or what?" I said, "That is an offensive
thing to say and if you're they slightest bit objective you'll admit that
you're actually the asshole for making a generalized statement like that.
He flicked a limp wrist at me and goes, "Mmm-Mmm, you gonna beat me up,
Newman? Don't be so fucking macho, I already told you that you're an OK
guy." He fluttered his head a bit, stood up, and in a girlie manner said,
"If you ever want to switch sides though, I'll give ya a go... you're
yummy" He laughed at the expression on my face as he sauntered out my
office door. You know, you can't win an argument or even have a point
conceded with someone like Marcus... they know they're right and they know
you're wrong... arrogance sucks! Never mind that though, it's wicked odd
to have had those two possible passes made to me this afternoon... one from
Connon who's maybe gay, and the other from a known gay student. Should I
be flattered? Well, I'm not the least bit interested in Marcus giving me a
go but Connor, that's another matter all together. Interesting... damn,
wish I was more assertive or something. I guess, as usual, it does come
down to confidence in the end. Something else I've been noticing lately
though, and this is definitely a recent development, guys are asking my
opinion about stuff... sorta coming to me for advise and that's role
reversal for sure.
I walked outside my office and saw that the last kid with an article was
Ray Ellis, Elliot's hottie of a younger brother... he's a sophomore like
Dodger, wonder if Dodger knows him too? Like I mentioned earlier, Ray and
Elliot don't look like brothers, but they're both sexy in they're own way.
Elliot's told me that Ray used to be brutish looking as a younger teen but
has grown into some sexy looks. Before the family moved to Framingham Ray,
or Raymond as he prefers to be called, was in with a scruffy crowd... long
mangy hair, multiple piercings, and baggy, uncool clothes, but since moving
here he's been hanging with more preppy, cool kids and his appearance
reflects that. Short hair and neater clothes, but cool too. He still has
the earring in his left ear, but discontinued the other ear piercings and
the nostril one. I like Raymond's looks, like I said... he's sexy. I go,
"Raymond dude, let's go so I can get outta here". Ray says, "Phew, I
thought you were gonna bump me till later in the week... good deal..." and
he followed me back into my office. I can't help but think that just a year
ago I followed Carl into this very office and a week later he was fucking
me... hooeeee! talk about a brave new world, it sure was for me anyway.
Ray's haircut is similar to Elliot's but that's where the similarities end.
Ray and I are about the same size and look about the same age, I look a
year or so younger than eighteen and Ray looks a year or so older than
sixteen. He's got more of a oliver complexion compared to Elliot's palish
one, but they both have that vibrant, healthy looking skin and they both
have extremely nice facial features, different, but very nice. I guess
Ray's looks are a little courser than Eliott's pretty ones, Ray's totally
macho. OK, looking at him now I just realized there is something that's
very similar on the brothers... it happened when Ray smiled at me. Both
have the same smile, same lips, teeth and dimples. I'll bet Ray's popular
with the girls, he sure as hell can't be gay unless he's a world-class
actor. Sitting across from me we went over his article and I had to laugh,
"Dude" I say, "this is word for word from the Internet. Couldn't ya change
it a bit or add another source or something... this is plagiarism,
Raymond." He's like, "play-ger- what?" and I laugh cause, I don't know, he
kind of has a way about him that's sweet, not girlie sweet, innocent sweet.
From what I've heard from Elliot about Ray, I'd never expect him to be
sweet. Of course, everyone appears aggressive to Elliot perhaps. Anyway
we went to Ray's site, the one he copied the article from, and I cross
referenced a few things and, you know... juxtaposition a few paragraphs and
stuff like that trying to make it an original work written by Raymond
Ellis. It came out real well actually and I finally put it in the approved
pile. Approved by me, who knows what the faculty advisor will think.
I say, "Well that just about does it, Raymond... we can get out of here
now". He says, "Can I ask ya something first, Dylan?" I'm
thinking... hey, this is just what I was saying to myself twenty minutes
ago... guys are coming to me for a talk, some advise... sheesh, that really
is flattering so I adopted a sincere expression, hoping not to be pompous
like Carl always was, and say, "Raymond, what's sup, dude?" He wiped his
face with his hand mumbling, "It's kinda embarrassing so can I ask ya to
keep all this confidential... just between you and me?" I'm like, "Of
course, considerate it private" and Ray says, "You're a senior and
all... the senior editor and everyone seems to think you're a pretty good
guy... someone you can trust. Well, not Mickey Reihon... he thinks you
suck big time, but we all know about Mickey and I guess Julie Martin thinks
you're a snub... so does Tim Burton by the way". I put my hands up and
say, "Fuck them, what do you want to talk about" my feelings were getting a
little hurt there. Ray gave me a little grin and said, "Yeah, fuck them.
Let me ask ya something, just between you and me... do you think my
brother's queer?" I'm thinking uh-oh, here we go again, first Robby asked
me about his brother, Dodger, and now Ray's asking about Elliot... weird.
What I casually say is, "Do you think he is?" and Ray tells me he didn't
use to although, "Elliot's always looked like a fag, don't ya think, but of
course he's never made a faggy move on me or anyone I know so I didn't
think he was queer until he began hanging with Jay Reeves. Everybody knows
Jay's queer." I say, "It's none of my business who's gay and who
isn't... that's a private matter until the person wants to make it public."
Ray gives me a skeptical look and mumbles, "Excuse me, but that's kind of
avoiding the question, ain't it?" and I go, "Yeah, it is..." Ray says,
"Well, that's not what I wanted to ask you about anyway... not the main
thing. The main thing is, ah... um, how does a guy know if he's queer or
not? Not that I am, I'm just wondering if there's a definite way to find
out, to know about yourself.... or someone's self or something and I didn't
know who to ask... so I asked you, that's all. And remember this is
private, I think I can trust you, Dylan. Elliot says you're extremely
trustworthy although I don't know how he knows that.... maybe because you
work together....." I sat there staring at this sexy sophomore and listened
to him ramble on with words upon words upon words, almost like he wanted to
bury the main words that were basically how can I tell if I'm gay ... bury
those words with so many other words it would be like he never said the
original ones in the first place. This is an eerily similar situation to
that of Carl showing my gayness to myself. Holy crap, what's with this
senior editor position. And, would I ever like to show Ray the world of
gay sex. When he ran out of words he was blushing, I'll bet he doesn't do
that very often. I say to him........
to be continued Chapter four (Dodger's Surprise)
Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com