Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 14:20:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR   Chapter 4 (Dodger's surprise)   by Donny Mumford

Good afternoon... this is a continuing story in gay/high school.

thank you very much,

Donny Mumford


		 DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR     by Donny Mumford

		    Chapter four   (Dodger's  Surprise)

It surprised the hell out of me that I'd even say this, but I did. I said,
"Come on Ray, be honest with me, dude... you're wondering about yourself
being gay, not someone else... right?" He looked down and blushed a little,
reminding me of his brother Elliot for a second there.  Unlike Elliot
though, Ray can look you in the eyes and when he looked up that's just what
he did to me.  Biting his bottom lip, his face slightly flushed, he looked
me in the eyes and nodded his head slightly, mumbling, "I guess I do mean
me...". It made me feel so mature that this normally macho younger kid
would confess something of such a personal nature to me, he came to me with
his problem... it's amazing actually.  He's not acting macho now of course
so I tried to look real understanding and compassionate for him... you
know, a look that said, "it's no big deal dude, you came to the right guy,
I care, I'll help you".  And, he was growing on me too, I like his looks
for starters. Ray's sexy, and now that he's exposed himself by telling me
this big secret he appears vulnerable too, which makes me like him even
more. And, did I mention he's sexy looking? Ha! Oh man, I just had a hot
fuck with Robby a couple hours ago in the equipment closet and already I'm
thinking how sexy this hot sophomore is.  What can I tell ya.... I'm just
being honest about stuff, and now that I'm at it, Ray may even be sexier
than Elliot, for a different set of reasons of course.  Ray's a nice
looking kid with kind of a rugged appearance, more of an olive complexion,
not the pale, pinkish skin his brother has and, although different, both
brothers' complexions are healthy looking and attractive. Their parents
must be extremely good looking people, or maybe it's simply the mix of
their gene's that's created sons who are so different, but still oh-so hot.
It's hard to believe they're brothers from the same parents, they sure
don't look like it at first glance. Their facial features are different,
but striking in their own right.  Ray's the younger brother by two years,
but he's quite a bit taller than Elliot.  Ray's five feet-ten-inches to
Elliot's five feet six-inches.  Where Elliot is delicate looking with thin
limbs and a thin body, Ray's the opposite... quite muscular with strong,
good sized arms and legs, but not overweight in the slightest.  He's fit
and tight even though he probably weighs twenty or twenty-five pounds more
than I do and maybe forty pounds more than Elliot.  Not only are the
brothers different looking, they're also have very different
personalities. Elliot's shy and quiet and Ray's usually bold and outgoing
in that macho tough-guy way of his.

But, as I said, he isn't acting very tough now... more like a little kid
looking for help from someone older and more experienced, someone he
respects perhaps.  Anyway, I hope that's why he's come to me for advise.
Again I thought about me and Carl Denton, about the way I ended-up admiring
Carl so much, which is odd in retrospect considering how I at first
couldn't stand him... I thought Carl was a fat, pompous, loser with bad
breath.  Christ, I hope Ray isn't thinking I'm a skinny, pompous loser or
something like that. Nah, he doesn't. I can tell from his eyes, his body
language, and from the way he's talking to me that we're cool. Anyway, Carl
came on to me, so it's a not the same thing really.  I asked, "What brought
this on, Raymond? And, can I call ya Ray... would you mind?" He says,
"Ray's OK, you can call me that if you want, I don't mind. And, nothing
brought this on, or rather it's not just one particular thing, it's two,
basically.  Fuck, I feel like such a dork talking about this shit.  It's
hard to talk about... and it's so fucking hot in here too" grumbling now,
wiping sweat from his forehead.  Ray and I are the same height and we
appear to be about the same age although I'm two years older than he is,
just like his brother. Ray looks a year or so older than he actually is and
I look young for my age... like we're both almost seventeen, or just turned
seventeen. Other than that we don't look anything alike. I say, "Yeah, it
is hot in here... let's take a walk outside, OK?" He nods his head and gets
up, mumbling, "Do you think I'm a dork or a loser because I asked about
being queer, Dylan? And, remember... I'm not saying I think I am, I just
wonder how I can know for sure, and I'm not a loser, don't think
that... Not that I'm saying someone's a loser if they're queer or... hell
maybe some........"

We're walking while Ray's talking... he has this nervous habit of not
knowing when to finish his thought, or his sentence. I'm listening, but I'm
also looking at the side of his face thinking... he has the same facial
structure as Elliot, their heads are basically the same, it's just their
facial features that are different. And I just had another thought... Ray's
complexion is very similar to Chubby's.  I'll bet that's the reason for my
initial attraction to Ray, and I am attracted to him.  Being attracted to
him is all the more reason I don't want to take advantage of his current
vulnerability.  I'm guessing he probably feels vulnerable for telling me
about his gay worries. Ray continues talking in that pleasant boyish voice
he has, he's continuing to rationalize himself to me... that's what it
appears he's doing.  The boy does ramble on, which by the way is another
opposite personality trait from Elliot. I let him talk until we'd walked
off the school grounds to the brick wall separating school property from
wetlands.  We can sit on the wall to talk and I can have a smoke here
without getting into trouble.  I gestured at the wall and we stop, Ray was
into an explanation of why he wasn't a homophone, blab, blab, blab...  and
I hold up my hand to say, "Excuse me Ray, sorry to interrupt, but would you
like a Marlboro Light? I'm hooked on this damn habit so I gotta have
one..."  I was getting a cigarette out for myself as I asked him that. He
goes, "Oh, I don't smoke, but I don't mind if you do... that's cool."  The
interruption seemed to break Ray's train of thought and he stopped talking.
Lighting my cigarette I took advantage of Ray's silence to say, "First off
Ray, I need to clarify something for ya, and it's this... I don't
officially know shit about how you can tell for sure if you're gay or
not... how you, me, whoever, can tell. Truth is, I don't know shit about a
lot of things, but I can definitely give you my uneducated opinion on any
topic including this one, if you want it." In hindsight I do think I know
how to tell if a person's gay... it has to do with what a boy fantasize
about when he's masturbating... what stimulates his sex drive.  I'm always
thinking of things I should have said after the fact.

Initially Ray looked startled by my admission of personal
incompetence... as I took a drag on my smoke his expression morphed into a
puzzled look, followed right away by that little cute grin that both he and
Elliot have in common and he said, "Damn, Dylan...  that's cool of you to
admit that. Most guys can't admit they don't know something, most guys bull
shit about stuff they don't know anything about. I guess I knew you weren't
a genius or something, just a smart kid... knew you weren't an expert on
fagdom for sure, it's just that you seem like, ya know... you're a senior
and all, and the editor of the school newspaper and... and I guess your
opinion is what I need anyway... that's cool.  It'll help.  I didn't come
to you because I thought you were gay, by the way... in fact if I thought
you were gay I probably...."  I held up my hand again and smiled at my
verbose companion, then said, "No, no... I understand.  Something occurred
to me and even though it's weird that I'd notice something like this, I
gotta tell ya about it... it's about your smile...  did you know you and
your brother have the exact same smile, did ya know that?"  Ray gave me a
look like what the fuck does that have to do with anything, then he did
that shy, little-boy version of the Ellis boys' grin again, the one I've
seen Elliot do so often, and mumbled, "I didn't know that, but I'm guessing
you just came up with that little gem of information to get me to shut-up?"
He chuckled and added, "Am I right?  Heh heh... I know I can't stop talking
sometimes, but since you mentioned Elliot I gotta say he's one of the
reasons I'm wondering about myself being queer." This is hitting awful
close to home since I just fucked Elliot last Thursday... the memory of
that just now had me adjusting the crotch of my jeans.

Almost afraid to say it, I go, "Elliot's one of the reason you think you
may be gay, how's that?" and he used twice as many words as were necessary
to tell me about the episode of brother sex that had almost broken-out at
the end of last summer. Coincidentally I'd gotten a smidgen of information
about this topic from Elliot last week, now I got the whole story.  It
seems Ray's best friend was into having his younger brother suck his cock .
The little brother then got his asshole plugged with big brother's boner.
Ray's quite convinced, was adamant in fact, that his friend isn't gay. Not
gay, just playing around getting his rocks off... sure he is. The big
brother being totally straight is a very dubious possibility, but I didn't
say anything. Apparently the kid's little brother was fine with getting
fucked and Ray, being a bit of a follower, was talked into getting his own
brother involved in a four-way brother-sex-a-thon.  Elliot's the older
brother in their family of course, but would qualifies as the little
brother because of his size... that is, if he'd agree to it. Ray said it
would only work for him if he got to play the big brother role to Elliot's
little brother one. I had a twinge of jealousy thinking that Chubby could
be my little brother and... hmmmm? Or Robby or Dodger even. Maybe I need to
get in touch with Ray's friend myself, and then maybe I'm a sex
maniac. Maybe I am for real because the memory of my recent fling with
Robby in the equipment room had me pulling at my crotch again. Ray stared
right at me while I was doing it too.

Anyway, when I'd adjusted my boys sufficiently, Ray went on to explain why
it's occurred to him to find a fool-proof method of finding-out if he's
gay. There's two reasons actually, it's partly the result of a little
tongue action with Elliot and partly because Elliot is hanging with Jay
Reeves.  Late last summer Ray and his buddy drank some booze, getting a bit
wasted in the process, and at home later in his wasted condition Ray
thought it would be a good idea to prepare Elliot a little bit for the
brother sex and Ray stuck his tongue in Elliot's mouth. Elliot didn't seem
to like that, but maybe he was faking it... the real surprise though was
that Ray discovered he enjoyed licking Elliot's tongue. He'd started
boning-up when he rubbed tongues with his brother and he's been thinking
about that for the past six months.  So for that reason, and because Elliot
is now hanging with a known gay, Jay Reeves, Ray's thinking Elliot's gay
and if his brother's gay, maybe it runs in the family, maybe Ray has the
gay gene too. He's had this on his mind for some time now and finally
worked up the courage to come to someone for advise. Sort of like I started
doing with Carl Denton while discovering I was a homo.  The rest of the
story is that Ray never got a chance to experiment with anything else that
involved boy-on-boy behavior because his friend and his friend's little
brother got caught in the act of anal intercourse and the older brother is
now a student at the Valley Forge Military Academy. That'sbasically the
whole story.  I was actually a little disappointed in the details because I
was hoping for a little extra sexy activity between Ray and another
boy. God, I'm such a perv at times.  I need to be as mature and responsible
as I can possibly be with this situation... this kid trust me, plus I'm
kind of flattered he came to me with his concerns. He's not the first kid
to come to me for advise, they've been a couple recently. First Elliot and
Jay with their asshole phobia problem, then Robby asking if I thought it
was possible Dodger and Vinnie were playing with each others pee-pees, and
now Ray Ellis is asking my advise on this gay-related matter... damn, when
did I get this status as problem-solver or mentor expert or whatever it is
these guys think I am?

Finished my smoke I accidentally flicked the butt off Rays backpack, which
thankfully he didn't notice... kicking at the butt, I say, "Ray, why
haven't you ever asked Elliot to do some brother sex, just him and
you... you were gonna do it if your friend and his little brother were
involved?"  He makes a face and says, "Yuck... I don't wanna do queer
stuff, I just happened to like the feel of Elliot's tongue on
mine... that's all."  He went on to explain, in agonizing detail, that if
his friend was showing him and Elliot how to do everything... with all four
of them messing around together, it didn't seem like queer stuff to Ray. It
seemed like what his friend said it was... brother sexy/messing around for
fun and some laughs and getting your rocks offs in the process. It would
seem no more serious to him than the youthful circle jerks Ray participated
in at age thirteen or fourteen. To Ray, doing something with just one other
boy, something he initiated like something sexy between just him and
Elliot, would seem queer... but not group stuff.  I'm thinking that Ray's
rationalization ability is up there with the best of us. But, I'll bet
everyone rationalizes things when they need to, not just us teen boys. It
seems fairly clear to me that Ray has strong leanings toward homosexuality
and he's rejecting most of the obvious indicators because he doesn't want
to see himself as a homo. The few leanings that he hasn't rejected resulted
in this quest to find some sort of test that spells it out for him.

He undoubtedly wants this so called test to prove he's straight, not prove
he's gay. I'm guessing that's his fervent hope... his hope even though
everything is pointing to him being gay. It's real hard for some kids to
accept that they've been born differently than the vast majority of their
peers.  I feel bad for Ray, I really do.  My next question gave Ray that
quizzical look again... I asked, "Do you like brussels sprouts?"  He goes,
"Fuck no!  Dude, they suck."  I say, "What do they taste like?" Ray makes a
face, shrugs his shoulders and says, "I don't know, cabbage? I'm not eating
those little fuckers".  I raised my eyebrows and nod my head and say,
"See?"  He goes, "What...?" and I tell him that probably he's not going to
like brussels sprouts when he does eats one, but he won't really know that
for a fact until he does... he can't be positive that he doesn't like them
until he actually tries one.  Ray's no dummy, he says, "So, you're saying I
can't be sure I wouldn't like diddling with another boy until I do it and
find out for sure." Trying to soften the concept, I say, "It doesn't need
to be with Elliot either... and it's just the way I see it and I already
told you I don't necessarily know anything about anything. It's only my
opinion, no more or less. I'm not telling you to do it, just that it's a
good way of helping you decide if it's something you like.  And it doesn't
mean you're gay even if you do like it, maybe you're bi, lot of guys claim
they're bi, you know that."  Oh no! I realized I was going off on a
Ray-like rant here.  I shut up then, and nodded by head slightly,
like... that's all I got on the matter. He looked thoughtful and for once
stayed silent, thinking about what I just said... I guess.

After a bit, Ray takes a big breath, scrunching his face in the process,
his arms out from his body in a big stretch, analyzing things perhaps. As
for me, I'm watching his chest expand and his biceps grow, thinking how
sexy he is... a tiny vein pulsating at his temple. He mumbles, "I don't
know, Dylan... Hey, did you ever try any gay stuff?" I go, "Sure, it was
OK, but I'm not about to label myself gay, or bi, or straight just
yet". Then I worried he'd ask if I've ever tried sex with a girl... what
would I say to that?  Lie I guess, or keep it vague. Ray was nodding his
head thinking about that while unwrapping a piece of gum.  I used this time
to wonder why the hell I ever said I'd tried "some gay stuff" in the first
place... dammit to hell, I should have said something like "No I haven't,
but that doesn't mean you shouldn't" or something like that.  Once again I
think of the right thing to say when it's too late. Ray, chewing his piece
of gum, offered me some and when I took a piece he gave me his little boy
shy half-grin and quietly said, "I know this contradicts what I said
earlier about doing something... you know, something queer with just one
other guy, but would you try some gay sex with me Dylan, as an experiment
only.... so I can test your theory?  I trust you."  My eyes snapped open
wide at this shocking proposal. I must have had a weird expression on my
face because Ray quickly went into another rambling rant, "Just whatever it
was you tried yourself... before what you said with, ya know... a guy or
whoever... whoever or whenever you tried it like you said you did!" Me
frowning and desperately trying to decide a proper reply, Ray started-up
talking again... talking a blue streak.  I heard him say, "Um, ah... I
don't feel comfortable doing anything with my brother and you're a senior
and you said ... tried it... so, ya know..."  He continued on and on for
another thirty seconds or so with his voice getting weaker and weaker,
lower and lower, as he ran out of breath at the end.

Good God! Less than five days after Elliot asked me to fuck him Ray is
asking me, as an experiment, to join him in some unspecified gay sex.
Since coming out of my coma I've been on a gay sex magic carpet ride. I am
out of my coma, right? Ray's tendency to talk in marathon sentences had
given me a little time to gather myself and try acting maturely.  I warned
myself, "Do not jump up and down screaming yes! Yes, I'll have sex with
you, you sexy thing... any time, any place, you hottie, you".  That's not
what I'm going to do or say.  Calmly, what I said was, "I don't feel
qualified, not totally... but I'd like to try helping you Ray cause I like
you and damn, I gotta respect you for having the balls to discuss this
kinda, you know... this kinda personal thing with me."  Ray put his arm
around my shoulders and squeezed, saying, "Elliot's right about you,
Dylan... you're rocking dude, thanks."  Then he laughed saying, "This is
wicked awkward though, huh? The two of us talking about this stuff. I can
tell you're not gay, and I'm almost sure I'm not either, but being sixteen
is confusing, ain't it?  Did you feel that way....?  I mean, when you were
sixteen, or even fifteen, or I guess the age doesn't necessarily...." I
stopped listening. Wow, this kid does likes to filibuster.  After a bit I
nodded my head and interrupted him again to say, "Yeah, kinda, but ya know,
we all do grow-up eventually, but the bottom line is that I'm willing to
experiment with you... if you really want to."  He immediately goes,
"Anybody home at your house this afternoon?"

For real... I can't hardly believe this.  It's eerily like me and Carl, me
now taking Carl's place and Ray taking mine. Wonder what it is about being
senior editor that leads to gay sexual encounters?  It's also kinda like,
but in a different way, Dodger and Robby in that they're both gay, and I
know they both are, but neither of them knows about the other... kinda like
these brothers, Elliot and Ray. Thinking about all this I suddenly realize
I'm playing with myself again, pocket ball... gotta stop that or I'll scare
Ray off.  Also, I didn't want to appear too eager so I calmly say, "No,
nobody's home during the late afternoons on weekdays, but you and I need to
think about this some more before we do anything...  OK? Let's think about
everything for a couple of days. How 'bout we wait until Thursday before
making any decisions.  You tell me what you think about the idea then." Ray
didn't seem disappointed, in fact he appeared relieved and left me worrying
that I'd blown my chance with him.  I started thinking he'll surely
back-out of this after thinking about the reality of us actually
participating in homosexual behavior... yipes!  that even sounds scary to
me.  Ray mumbles, "I sure made the right decision, for once... coming to
you, I mean. I don't want to get goofy/corny, but I respect the hell out of
you Dylan."  He held out his hand and we did the fast handshake-one-arm-hug
and pat-on-the-back with me mumbling, "No problem, dude!"  Ray took off
saying he'd catch me on Thursday. I waved goodbye, again thinking I may
have blown that opportunity.  In my heart though I knew this course of
action is the right one, it makes the most sense and is the responsible
thing to do... he's only sixteen years old for god sakes.  If he comes back
Thursday with the same request... well, hot shit to that!  I went looking
for Jay, he's my ride home this afternoon.

Jay was in the auditorium rehearsing the high school's musical production
of The Sound Of Music ... ugh!  I had to sit and watch the rehearsal for
half an hour before Jay could get away.  The last fifteen minutes of my
wait Elliot was with me, his marching band practice got out early today.
We whispered back and forth trying not to disturb the performers, but still
got a few stern looks from Mrs Cronkite, the faculty adviser for the show.
Elliot's short hairs brushed the side of my face as he whispered, "I'm
getting that, you know... what do ya call it, that itch to have you and me,
you know..."  He smells real good, even after marching around blowing a
trumpet on the football field for two hours...  after all that, he still
smells nice. Elliot's got a natural yummy scent, even when perspiring.  I
read a book for last semester's Senior English class titled The Persian
Boy...  it's by Mary Renault. The book's about Alexander The Great, an
admitted homo, or at least bi-sexual.  The story's Historical fiction with
emphasis on the historical part and in the story it stated that Alexander
had a natural sweet body odor, even after doing battle... that's what I'm
talking about here when I refer to how nice a boy smells, it's a gene they
have or something. Elliot has it, also both the Dickers brothers and of
course, Chubby who smells so good I get boned-up.  Willie has more of a
sexy odor, I can't describe it any better than that.  I whispered back to
Elliot, "Any time dude, but I'm gonna need to start charging you for my
time, ya dig?"  Even Elliot's sharp enough to know this is a joke and he
giggled with his great dimples showing... so fucking cute. He whispered
back, "When can we, you know...?" I'm thinking, not tomorrow cause Robby
and Dodger are coming over for haircuts after school and after that I've
got to work at Stop & Shop.  Chubby will be home from his window washing
job when I get home from work so Elliot couldn't come then. Wednesday...
what's happening Wednesday? I say, "Wednesday, I've got an early shift at
Stop & Shop so my place at five pm.  OK?"  He's like, "I'm excited
again... and nervous again, but it was so cool last time."  I mumble "We're
on, I'll tell ya on Wednesday morning what time..." I was back to playing
pocket ball again, YES!

This is rocking, and Saturday is my date night with Willie, so I also got
that going for me.  I'm hoping for a sleep over at his house too... my ass
squirmed just thinking about it.  I'll be with Robby Friday night, but
whether or not we get time alone is the big question.  Us guys do lots of
stuff in groups, so somehow Robby and I will need to sneak away... yeah, we
have to.  That fuck in the equipment room has me wanting more, more, more.
Damn, my sex life is really hopping and rocking big time! That's my magic
carpet ride, dude!  Jay drove me home and then drove Elliot and himself to
his place to hang out together... that's what they told me anyway, but
since they didn't invite me to hang out with them it might be a tad more
than hanging out that they're up to, and good for them.  I spotted Jack
Rollins' car the second I turned around... oh shit!  What's he doing here?
I took out my cell phone to call Mom, see if she knows why Jake's here, but
no, can't do that... Mom gets yelled at by her boss if I call her at
work... "major emergencies only, Dylan!" is what my instructions are. Fuck!
Instead of going inside my condo, I walked up the block smoking a cigarette
to kill some time. The cigarette was giving me a headache but I need it
because there's so much going on right now, some real good things and some
not so good, the not so good is named Jake.  It took twenty minutes to walk
to the convenience store, buy an six pack of strawberry/kiwi Snapple, and
slowly walk back to the condo. Jake's car is still there. Reluctantly I
climbed the steps to the condo's front door and tried the knob... it's
open.  Jake is inside I guess.  I scrunch up my nose thinking, "Wait a
minute, is Mom off work today? Could they be in there doing the nasty
together? God, I hope not or I'll be hurling all over the condo".  I pushed
the door open and... no Jake.  Putting the Snapple in the refrigerator I
hear some noise from the finished basement and, with trepidation, go down
to check it out... there's Jake building shelves in the washer/dryer area.
He turns around and says, "Well if it isn't the sexy puppy himself,
wassup?"

Jake is looking good, I hate to say it but it's true.  His face was mature,
but yet somehow still boyish.  He was bare chested, I could see he'd lost a
little weight so his body was tight and white... the kind of white skin
that redheads often have, a few freckles on his shoulders.  Hairless chest,
just a wispy red-haired happy trail from his belly button downward,
disappearing into his nylon sweat pants. Nice muscle definition, strong
looking but not in a grotesque way like some body builders. The sweatpants
he was wearing outlined a really nice looking ass that I consciously didn't
look at after that first quick glance... same for his package in front,
looks like he packing a big one.  Jake is a good looking dude alright, my
Mom and Tris think he's the cutest thing they've ever seen... and he's
definitely younger looking than his age which I think is twenty-eight or
there about.  Like I said before, he's too young for my Mom and too old for
me, but he won't stop coming around.  He'd just gotten a short haircut that
further enhanced his youthful appearance and, damn! that haircut looked
cool and made me wish Willie would change his mind about our long
hairdos. I gotta agree that most gay guys and straight women will think
Jake's hot and I guess he is, but I just don't like him... he makes me
nervous and intimidates the hell out of me.  I stood-up to him that one
time, but it was only because I felt I'd got the goods on him when he
drunkingly kissed me.

To Jake's, "wassup?" I mumbled a stuttering, "Wha...? I mean, you... you're
suppose to be here?"  He shakes his head and sarcastically says, "Oh no,
phatboy, I'm breaking and entering so I can build these fucking storage
shelves for your mother... that what ya think, Stinky?" I go, "Oh, I knew
you didn't break in, I just didn't expect ya, that's all".  He put the
power screwdriver on the washing machine and leaned back with his arms
folded across his chest.  "Let me ask you something, moptop. What's with
the girlie long hair?  Ya used to have a nice neat haircut, ya want me to
cut that shit for you?  I don't know anything about cutting hair but I
found those barber things over there and anything I did with your hair
would be an improvement".  Jake was pointing to the satchel I keep my
barber clippers, scissors, and combs in. This is weird.  Trying to sound
indignant, I say "That satchel was in the bottom drawer of my desk, in my
bedroom... what were you doing in there and what's the satchel doing down
here?" He makes a face and goes, "Jesus Christ, drop the drama queen
act... I was looking for some power tools." Nodding his head at the power
screwdriver he says, "Had to drive to Lowes to buy that, don't ya got any
tools in the house?"  I shook my head "no" and sounding whinny even to
myself, I asked, "Why's that satchel down here, it don't have any power
tools in it?" His face got taut and red as he slowly walked over to me,
kept coming until he was infringing on my space, and he says, "You
obviously don't use the barber stuff yourself, not with this long hair ya
got here. This hairdo looks like you're living in the fucking nineteen
eighties or something" and he ran his fingers back from my forehead into my
hair and took a big handful of it to jerk my head forward, close to his
face.  I went, "OW! That hurts!"  Holding the fistful of hair even tighter
he ignored my complaint of pain and in a stilted, exaggerated, manner says,
"You don't use the barber stuff, obviously, so I was going to ask your
mother if I can have it for my Scout Troop.  We sometimes give the boys
buzzcuts at summer camp.  Is that OK with you, Whiny?" another pull on my
hair makes me go "OW OW! Stop... I do so use those clippers.  I use that
stuff to cut my friend's hair... those things are mine and Chubby's
anyways, not my Moms". Jake appeared to be slowly forcing himself to calm
down, our faces were close together as one of my blond, pulled-out hairs
drifted between us with both of our eyes following it down. His fist still
holding the fistful of hair, he deliberately began letting up the pressure
and breathing more regularly.  Jake finally appeared to be getting control
of himself.

I stared at him as he stared at me and his expression gradually came back
to normal. Finally, maybe twenty seconds of scary silence later, he
released my hair altogether and rubbed my head with his hand and then
massaged it with both hands as I stupidly stood there. "Jesus, hot stuff,
that's the silkiest hair I've ever felt. OK, the barber tools are
yours... so I won't ask your Mom about letting me have them.  That wasn't
so hard, was it?"  He turned around and fitted a top piece on the shelving
unit he was building... it looked like a very professional finished
carpentry job to me. I stood there, my heart pounding and my scalp aching
in the front where he'd pulled my hair. Absently finger-combing my hair
where Jake has mussed it I took a big breath and worked up the courage to
say, "You shouldn't treat me that way, Jake... it ain't right, man.  You
hurt me, and for no reason." Over his shoulder he says, "I'm sorry,
Dylan... I was just messing with ya, that's all. Don't tell your Mommy on
me, little girl... OK?"  My face was hot and I didn't like that little girl
reference one bit. Gaining a little confidence from his half-assed apology,
I go, "You're a psycho...ya know that? You should seek some fucking
professional help."  Jake kept working without speaking so I felt I'd
better quit while I'm sort of ahead... you know, getting in the last word.
I climbed the steps and went outside for another cigarette. When I'm
stressed it's the first thing I think of now... have a smoke.  I smoked my
Marlboro Light, got the mail out of the mailbox, sauntered inside the condo
and went directly into my room. That fucking Jake... maybe I would tell my
Mom.  Nah, I'm no baby and plus it could lead to other things.  Things like
the revelation I'm gay, or something.  I played with my computer a while
and then lay on my bed thinking I'd jerk-off as soon as the asshole
leaves. It looked to me like he was almost done the shelving unit a half
hour ago. Then my door is pushed slowly open and Jake comes in with the
satchel in his hand.  I think, "uh-oh!"

Back to using a sarcastic tone in his voice, Jack says, "Well homopussy,
here's your precious barber stuff" and he throws the bag against the bottom
of my desk drawer... the clippers fly out and the various length comb
attachments fly around the room. "Oops, so sorry... it slipped.  I'm
clumsy, but us psychos are known for being clumsy, right Pookie?" I was
scared of him, he's unbalanced... how come my Mom doesn't notice that?  I
meekly say, "I'll get them... don't worry about it." He starts to leave,
shakes his head and turns around to snarl, "Nobody talks to be like that,
calling me a psycho. You skinny spoiled brat, who the fuck do you think you
are?" He was getting all worked up again so I just stared at
him... probably I looked like a deer in the headlights. "You think you're
special, is that it faggot?" and he came over to my bed and roughly pulled
me off the bed, got me turned around so my back was against his chest, my
arms wrapped tight to my sides. Jake leaned over to talk right into my ear,
"You need to be taken down a peg or two, little girl.  You need a good
fucking is what you need, get your pussy all filled up with some manly
cock, not that little boy cock your skinny boyfriend has... if he even has
a cock". I mumbled, "Jake, OK... I'm sorry I called you a name. I was mad
about my stuff being moved, that's all... let me go."  He licked my ear and
then a long lick on my neck behind my ear, going "Mmmmm, whoa, you taste
good sweetie".  I tried moving my head away while whining, "I just got out
of the hospital last week, you know that.  I'm not suppose to be doing
rough-housing stuff, or anything..."  He goes, "I know you're fully
recovered, ya liar.  Your Mom's my girlfriend for Christ sakes... I have to
hear about every little thing you do.  She never stops talking about ya, I
know when you go poo poo or pee pee" he put his tongue in my ear.  I start
squirming for real now and he whips my body around, pulling me off my feet
while still holding me in the bear hug... my arms still pinned to my side,
I'm struggling but it's futile. He's very strong and scary.

After a bit more effort I'm out of breath and need to relax in his grip to
rest.  He's sounding shrilly excited when he says, "You got me really horny
now Dylan, there's no use me trying to avoid it... you and me are doing it
here and now and the hell with the consequences.  I'm like, "You'll go to
jail for this, it's not as simple as a drunken kiss ya know!"  Seemingly
rational in what he says, but sounding like he's on drugs, he goes, "You're
eighteen, you're gay and you've definitely been sucking cock and getting
fucked for a year now... I saw the way you two boys were going at it behind
the refreshment stand."  I frantically say, "It's still rape,
Jake... you'll be fucked..." He starts kissing the side of my face and I
start struggling with all my might again, kicking at his shins and ankles,
throwing my head back towards his face trying to hit his nose or chin.  He
gets wicked pissed when I finally do connect with his nose... it was a hard
blow with the back of my head and it hurt him.  Jake is much stronger than
me though and he literally throws me on the bed... then with shocking
quickness he grads my left hand with both of his and bends it back toward
my wrist... the pain was immediate and incredible... I stopped all movement
to concentrate on the pain... a pain so bad I couldn't even cry out.  This
was an incapacitating hold, I was completely at his mercy.  He didn't seem
to have much mercy at the moment though as he maintained the pressure,
tears running down my face.  I was finally able to say, "Please, you don't
need to do this...".  He said, "Yes, I do... and we're doing it.  You can
be part of it the easy way or the hard way, what's it going to be stud?"
He was sounding more normal again, although this was hardly normal
behavior.  I said nothing because I'm not cooperating with him... I was
resigned to the pain.  After a bit, he mumbled, "The hard way, OK... fine
with me.  Get up."

"No" is all I could manage to say.  He put the tiniest extra pressure on my
hand and the pain level in my wrist soared upward. I realized I couldn't
fight the pain so I struggled off the bed and stood bending forward at my
waist with my tortured arm behind me.  Jake only needed one hand to apply
the pressure now that I was standing, so with the other hand he reached in
front to unsnap my jeans and pull them down, first below my balls in front,
and then in back, below my ass. He said, "Pull your pants down further,
then get your underwear down" and he put more pressure on my wrist.  Guess
I wasn't resigned to the pain after all... without saying anything, I did
what I was told.  He said, "I'm going to let-up the pressure some so you
can turn around and get on your knees... if you give me any shit I'll just
reapply the pressure, got it?"  I managed to say a strained "Yeah" and was
I ever looking forward to that release of pressure he mentioned, looking
forward to it so much a sob slipped out.  Jake said, "you're the one who
wanted it the hard way, Slim... not me" and he let up quite a bit, more
tears rolled down my face, tears of relief this time.  It wasn't a
boo-hooing kind of crying thing, just tears coming out on their own.  I
slowly turned around with my hand still in Jake's grip, "Down on your knees
and take it out" It was awkward getting down with my pants just below my
knees, but I managed.  His sweat pants didn't have a zipper at the fly,
instead there were a number of snaps which I got apart and then I put my
hand inside there trying to get inside his boxer shorts fly opening.  Yuck,
I felt it, a fat, long, mostly boned-up cock with a large helmet shaped
head, very large. It was difficult getting that big hunk of meat out past
both fly openings because of it's boned condition, but I managed that too.
It was big!  "In it goes, skeeter... suck it nice now, no teeth. You've
sucked a lot of cock, I'm guessing... so make it good".

Normally I like sucking cock, but that's when I'm sucking young cocks, not
my Mom's boyfriend's cock.  There were a number of long red pubic hairs on
it, pulled out during my efforts to free that dragon snake from his pants
maybe... they were sticking to the bulbous head of his seven inch cock and
I had to deal with them before putting it in my mouth. The delay got me a
smack across the back of my head and I heard tweedy bird for a second there
and saw a few starts too, get moving, kid!"  After quickly brushing the
pubes off I covered my teeth with my lips and took his cock into my mouth,
it was a mouthful alright.  Jake moved his hips sliding that fat cock back
and forth, then sideways and all around... it grew even larger and I gagged
every time it poked at the back of my throat.  After a minute he goes,
"Suck it, dummy". It was nerve racking not knowing when the next painful
shot was coming or where it might land, I did the best I could with that
monster while all the time mainly worried he'd put the hard pressure back
on my wrist.  Three or four minutes, with Jake going, "Mmmmm, oh yeaaaaah,
suck my cock... you like it don't ya, Dylan?  Suck that big cock..."  No
pain to speak of from the wrist and my head had cleared-up so I kept
sucking until I felt and tasted precum drooling at the back of my
throat... Jake's precum, gross!  He felt it too and says, "Reach in my
pocket... on that side, and get the condom, you're gonna get the fuck of
your life now, poopsie".  My heart beat picked-up, this big thing up my ass
might be more than I can take.

Thinking about that painful experience with the Marine a year or so ago, I
tried reasoning with Jake one more time, "Please Jake, no rape... you'll
ruin your life, man.  Jail and all that... please".  He calmly said, "I'm
not worried about it because I don't believe you'll tell anyone about this,
spunky... and if you do it's one adult's word against another.  Oh, and I'm
taking a little of your creamy juice with me for DNA purposes.  Just to
prove you climaxed too... what do ya think about that, wiseguy?" He seemed
so sure of himself, but I got a topper for him, I go, "I hate to break the
news to you Jake, but you fucking me isn't going to make me cum" and then I
got infuriated about this whole thing and yelled, "Maybe I'll vomit, but I
sure as hell ain't gonna cum... what do you think about that?!"  Jake
actually laughed, then said, "You'll be cumming like never before, fag boy.
You don't know shit about real homo action, you're playing at being gay
with that sweet looking little boyfriend of yours... you both are like a
couple of girls". I screamed, "We are not!  Willie's got a longer dick than
you do, psycho!" He laughed again and says, "Good to know, I'll be sure and
mention that to the police you're going to call on me... you know,
Einstein, to demonstrate to them how you confide in me about your
boyfriend, us being good sex buddies and all. You're so naive it's
pathetic... just shut-up, OK!"

My tears had stopped, but now perspiration was running down my face as Jake
maneuvered me up onto my feet.  I couldn't stop staring at that large cock,
a big lead boner dripping with my saliva pointing upward, the large dark
red helmet head extended past his belly button, the shaft blocking out his
happy trail... all in all, looking way too big to fit up my ass. But it's
hopeless, I can't stop this, I'm resigned to getting fucked by Jake
Rollins. He had me use my teeth to tear open the condom wrapper I'd just
retrieved from his pocket, and then he slid it on that big cock of his with
one hand... it was a tight fit over the head and barely covered two thirds
of that pulsating organ.  He leaned around and wiped the lube from the
condom on his fingers up my ass crack and then fingered my hole, pushing in
with the tip of one finger muttering, "Tight..." Wiped his fingers on my T
shirt to get the remaining lube off he said, "I've been wanting to do this
to you from that first day I saw your pretty baby face and that matching
pretty bubble butt of yours.  As you surely know by now, I fly round-trip,
both ways... and you're about to find out I know how to please moving in
this particular direction." Feeling slightly sick to my stomach, but not
afraid anymore because, like I said, I'm resigned to it.  I won't
participate though, no helping and no more trying to stop him either, get
it over with... a great hate of him has crowded my mind creating an I don't
give a shit what you do attitude.  Mostly I was concentrating on my revenge
and I thought of my boyfriend Robby who almost caused Joel's death removing
the axle pin of his ride-on mower last summer. Robby did it because he
loves me and wanted to protect me from that maniac Joel. But this deal,
this I want to handle myself. Jake is right about one thing, I'm not
telling anybody he raped me.  I'm not for the same reason many woman don't
tell that they've been raped... it's because it would just make a horrid
situation even worse. I'll still be raped whether I tell about it or not so
why add-on all the other humiliation. Humiliation like Jake revealing how I
tolerated his previous offensive behavior, including that drunken kiss last
summer without telling anyone, and the humiliation of admitting my sexual
activities with Willie which Jake would surely bring-up, the humiliation of
everyone knowing I was fucked by Jake in the first place, and other things
that a police investigation will likely turn-up. It would definitely
involve Willie and probably Robby, maybe other boys and I'm not gone to
take that chance.  No... Jake won't have the police to worry about, he'll
have me to worry about and probably he won't think he needs to worry about
me, which is what I'm depending on.

While I was pumping myself up with these thoughts of revenge, Jake has been
fumbling with his pants.  He's obviously decided he wants them down like
mine rather than have that huge cock sticking out through his fly.  He
continued to lightly bend my hand back toward my wrist, but not to the real
painful level, it just hurt a little... enough to hold my attention.
Satisfied his pants were where he wanted them he says, "Fun, huh?  Gotta
admit kid, ya got me really hot to trot... OK, lay across the bed" and he
lowered me there, guided by my captured hand. As soon as my belly hit the
bed he let go of my hand and, as he'd done earlier, he grabbed a fistful of
my hair... god dammit, Willie's long hair style provides a perfect way to
hold me in place.  Jake couldn't have grabbed my flattop hair. "Get your
ass up some Dylan, take this like a man... don't embarrass yourself."  I
lifted my ass slightly and he yanked on my hair saying, "Don't piss me off
again, sweetie... get it up more..." so I put my ass up higher expecting a
spanking, but Jake wasn't into that.  He spread my legs and pushed the head
of that big pole against my little asshole... my precious erogenous
anus. Using the handful of hair Jake really had my head pulled back much
like I'd done to Robby's head in the equipment room's little lavatory.
Frankly I was surprised at the patience Jake was exhibiting getting his
cock inside me... he was applying subtle pressure at my hole, not abrupt
penetration which might tear my sphincter muscle, or worse.  I could feel
myself slowly opening-up back there and it was burning too... that's not
really surprising considering the size of Jake's cock.

My anus was soon open enough to take in the first, more pointed, part of
that swollen cock head, and then it started sliding in more... and then it
was totally inside me and I go "Owwww that hurts...."  Jake was breathing
loudly through his nose, not saying anything, but he still wasn't forcing
the issue.  More patience, waiting for my sphincter muscle to accommodate
this intrusion.  I felt so opened-up, so spread out, so filled-up.  The
hurt faded and with gentle pressure Jake coaxed his large member past my
anus into my rectum, a quarter inch at a time at first... then soon it was
going smoother and the feeling of having a large weight inside me began
replacing the pain.  I grunted softly and as he pushed inside me I pushed
my ass up and spread my legs further apart to make the passage easier... I
know, I said I wasn't going to help, but doing those things was helping me.

Jake stopped when he had about five of his seven-plus inches inside me and
I heard him let out a large exhale, then ask, "You doing OK, Dylan?"  I
said, "No... stop this!" he pulled on my hair halfheartedly and said,
"You'll enjoy it before it's over, hot stuff" then resumed plowing slowly
up my ass.  He'd waited plenty long enough and the going was easier now.  I
felt the tickle of his considerable red bush on my buttocks and then the
tickling faded as his large balls lay against both buttocks. His groin
tight against my ass cheeks, Jake's enormous cock was completely inside my
body and with very little pain, so he sure knows what he's doing. No pain,
but it wasn't giving me the thrill of sensations that I get when Willie
fucks me.  All those hot sensitive spots in my ass usually have me groaning
and moaning in pleasure. Thinking to myself I told that bastard he couldn't
make me cum, I'm not even slightly aroused, my dick is soft, so fuck you
loser...  sample of my cum, no way!  Then he began pulling that fat boner
back out and it started feeling better than anything I've ever felt in my
life. That huge boner was hitting all the hot spots at the same time. I
stifled a moan and put the back of my index finger between my teeth.  Oh my
God, that big cock of his feels fantastic.  Jake knew exactly what he was
doing, taking it slow at first and using that extra lubed condom, and still
pulling his boner back slowly until it was almost out, then sliding it
smoothly all the way back in.  I go, "Ahhhh oh oh oh" and Jake says, "What
an ass you got here, kid... awesome" and he took a huge inhale, pulled
almost all the way out again and then pushed it in faster.  I started
wiggling my ass around, nothing can feel better than this... but I'm wrong
there.  Jake let go of my hair, he knew I wasn't going anywhere, grabbed me
at both hips and picked my pelvic section up off the mattress a few inches
which changed the angle of penetration and he began a smooth, quick-paced,
thrusting using all the seven-plus inches of boner at his disposal.  My
cock started getting hard and I couldn't even pretend this wasn't the most
erotic feeling I'd ever felt.  The way he moved his hips driving that big
fucker up my ass was fantastic.  Every hump into me was so firm I felt my
body dip an inch even with Jake holding me up with both his powerful hands.
As he pulled back my pelvic area would rise back to it's previous position,
then the solid thrust forward into me again and I'd dip and inch or so
again, and back up, and dip down, and the ride continued, moaning with
pleasure ... what an awesome sensation.

Every thrust into my ass I went "Ahhh" and every withdrawal I went "Oh oh
oh" as he pulled that organ of his out to my spincter muscle, then
immediately slid it back till his nuts bounced off the bottom of my
buttocks, over and over... my cock was so hard the skin on the head felt
like it would split, that's the way it gets when I'm super aroused, precum
drooling, literally drooling from my pee slit.  "Ahhh" "Oh oh oh" "Ahh ah"
Oh oh oh oh" It changed to "Ahh yeahhh" and "Oh oh yes Oh!" After his
comment about my ass, Jake made no sounds except grunting and heavy
breathing... the grunting and heavy breathing though could only be
interpreted as pleasure sounds, he was as aroused as I was. I felt my balls
tightening up, getting ready to spew up some spunk... quite a bit of it if
the weight of my nuts was any indicator.  Jake now grunted out a few words,
"You just about there, kid, cause I'm right on the edge of popping
off... here, stand up"... he got be around the chest with both hands and
lifted me off the bed.  My feet didn't touch the floor initially... his
cock fully in me throughout the move.  Now standing, Jake's thrusts hit new
sensitive spots as the angle of penetration had changed again.  I was
leaning back against Jake as his hip movement created a quick piston effect
with that monstrous cock driving straight into my hole now... in and out,
in and out, in and out. The smoothness and rhythm of his hip-thrusts made a
memory whiz past my consciousness... my Mom has said what a great dancer
Jake is and this hip movement was definitely like a fast dance move.  All
the way up my hole and then out again, wet now all around the area making a
"spap" sound every time his groin smacked against by ass, "spap", "spap",
"spap"... Jake grunting with the effort and me going "Ah!" "Oh Oh Ah" it
felt so fucking good.

Saliva running down the side of my mouth as I moaned with pleasure, rolling
my head against Jake's shoulder, the side of his face rubbing my ear.  I
was up on my toes pushing back on his boner with each thrust, babbling my
mantra "Ahhh ha yeahhh" and "Oh Oh yessss, Oh"... Simply the most amazing
feeling I've ever felt. All around my groin, my anus and rectum, especially
my rectum... I can't even begin to explain how that cock of his filled me
up and hit every spot that gives pleasure, fantastic!  My boner was so hard
now it stood straight out from my shaved groin and that rarely happens with
a six inch cock... usually it's pointing up, not straight out. I'd been
feeling like it was time to climax for the past two or three minutes and
then it just happened.  With Jake loosely holding me around the belly, his
hands clasped together there... more like him holding me up than anything
else. I had my hands holding onto his wrist as he grunted and noisily
breathed through his nose, all the time fucking my ass almost too fast to
count the thrusts. Right on the edge, needing to cum more than ever before
in my life, and then the rush began... cum flying up from my balls, I
squealed while bouncing back off Jake's body, my shoulders were spazing as
my cock began shooting seven-inch thin streams of cum, hard streams that
shot out about a foot before heading downward to land on my
bedspread... each string of cum felt so good coming-out I squealed with
each one, "Eeeee" sounds... it was extraordinary! I've never climaxed like
that before. Three, four, five strings shooting out of my hard, hard cock.
It burned and, at the same time, it felt better than anything could
feel... then another hard squirt and another "Eeee", each ejaculation
caused me to clamp down my sphincter muscle on Jake huge boner. With my
fifth shot Jake shook all over, shaking my whole body in the process and in
a low husky voice he goes, "Jesus fucking Christ... oh my god..." and he
shook all over again, filling up his condom.  I let go of Jake's arm and
began stoking my cock... ohhh, did it feel so good... then the after shock
had me shivering all over, my toes curling, my head involuntarily bobbing
around, my eyes blinking.  Then this luscious feeling down my thighs and
all around my ass and crotch. Finally I was as limp as a dishrag in Jake's
arms...

Jake pumped my hole slowly just a couple of times more and then, while
pulling out of me, he's going, "Lord have mercy... you got yourself one
fine ass there, Dylan." I couldn't speak if I want to and I didn't want to
anyway. I'd never before had this feeling of being so wide open back there,
wide open... and there was no cum rolling out of me like usual
either... totally new feeling.  Jake pulled away from me and I fell forward
on my bed, avoiding two strings of cum on my bedspread as I fell.  The
wonderful feeling faded fast because my brain took back control from my
dick and reminded me I'd just been raped. Frankly I was weak with it all
and couldn't work up the rage I needed to have... I also refused to dwell
on the fabulous way my entire body had felt just a minute ago.  Mostly I
felt empty.  Jake was in my bathroom, the toilet flushed, then the tap
water was on... he was cleaning-up, getting ready for his evening I guess.
I hear, "Dylan, ya mind if I use your comb?"  He's just raped me, but he
ask permission to use my comb... I said nothing, tried to work-up some rage
instead, but still couldn't. He comes out all put together and sits on the
bed next to me.  "I know that was the best fuck you've ever had, but I'm
not going to make you admit that... come to think of it, it's one of the
best fucks I've ever had too and I don't mind admitting it. And, I also
know you hate me for punking you out, but there isn't anything I can do
about that now.  Another thing I know is that you aren't going to tell
anybody about this because, frankly, you couldn't take the backlash that
making this public would generate.  If it makes it any better, I feel like
a real shit for doing this to you, and I really do like you, kid... but, I
don't know Dylan, there's something so fucking attractive about you I lost
control. I'm not blaming you, dude... but Jesus kid, you're a hottie... you
gotta know that, I'm god damn sure your skinny boyfriend knows it" He pokes
me gently in the side as I lay there on my belly, my head encircled by my
arms, "You awake, sexy?" I muttered, "Just leave, will ya..." He goes,
"Listen, a couple of promises for you... One, I'll never lay another finger
on you, ever. I scratched my Dylan itch big time with this and I'm an adult
who can admit I made a mistake, I won't make another one. That's a promise
kid, I mean it.  The other thing is this... I owe ya one.  If you get in a
jam sometime, get in over your head with something a little shady or
illegal, or whatever the fuck... someone's terrorizing you or threatening
you... anything you can't handle, anytime you don't know who to go to for
help... ya got me kid, That's the one I owe you. And, without getting
specific, I got the kind of contacts that can handle any situation... it
ain't legal, but it's wicked effective... trust me."

That was a helluva long speech and I tried to remember all of it because at
this moment I have no idea what my revenge, or whatever, is going to be. I
was totally drained though, exhausted from the tension created by Jake the
last hour or so, the fright, and finally the fear of the rape and then the
actual rape... sure it felt super there for awhile, but it was done against
my wishes and like Jake said, I feel punked-out real bad... and that makes
me feel like a punk, a piece of meat. I don't know, I've got to do a lot
more thinking about this disgusting experience. Jake was leaving, but I
could tell he was still standing at the door to my bedroom. He coughed,
then said, "There's no reason to be down on yourself, Dylan, remember
that... I'm the low life in this, not you.  Hey, I'm really sorry I did
that... my plan was different.  I thought I could win you over slowly, but
you're so hot kid, and let's face it, you're a bit of a smart-ass too,
rejecting me so out-of-hand like you do, I don't know... I lost it today.
A card with my cell phone number is on the toilet tank lid... when you need
Batman and Robin wrapped-up in one, call me and whatever you need is what
you'll get... and we both know I'm not talking about anything to do with
sex.  I already gave you my word on that... I gotta go now" and he left.

I lay in bed for a long time and, finally realizing I was crying, shook
myself to get control and then staggering off the bed and, in a fog,
stripped the bed completely and took the linens downstairs to put
everything in the washing machine. As I did that I glanced at the really
nice shelving unit my rapist had made.  He must have been a carpenter
sometime in his life except he isn't old enough to have had two careers
already.  Fuck him... Back in my room I showered and washed my hair twice
thinking how grateful I was that he'd used a condom... the thought of his
bare-skin cock touching my hole and.... oh, fuck that too.  Naked, I made
up the bed, then put on some pajamas and climbed inside the clean, crisp
sheets and cried a little bit more, again feeling sorry for myself... then
I fell asleep and didn't dream.  Chubby woke me an hour later, he was
frantic, "What the fuck you doing in bed, Dylan? When I walked in the condo
I couldn't find you... it scared the hell out of me.  I'm looking
downstairs and all over, I looked in here but not in your fucking bed, I
looked at your desk. Then looking for a note or something, finally I
checked in here again and I got so scared all over again, ya know... seeing
you there in bed with PJs on. It's ten minutes after six... what's wrong?
God dammit, you're always scaring me".  I wasn't mad at him for yelling, I
know he was yelling because he was afraid something else had happened to
me... well, it had, but I'm not telling him about it.  I said, "I was
feeling beat-up, guess I'm not completely recovered from the coma and my
first day back to school and all... you know."

Chubby was taking off his shoes as I told him that bullshit lie.  He said,
"No, I don't know. Scoot over... you tell me so many fucking lies I don't
know anything anymore, any one of those lies would cause a polygraph
machine to explode, for christ sakes..." I had to grin at his
outrageousness, when I moved over he got under the covers with all his
clothes on and got his arms around my neck pulling my head to his until his
forehead was against mine, he whined, but talked fast too, "You've got to
stop scaring the shit out of me like this.  I thought you were in another
coma because you're never in bed at six-fucking-o'clock!  I was afraid you
had a fucking relapse, ya know?"  I stared into his eyes, there were tears
forming there. He swallowed hard and said, "See what you do to me with your
accidents, your illnesses, your comas... do you see how upset I am. Dylan,
it's you and me... everyday of our lives, it's you and me.  I threw-up
every morning when you were in the hospital. I'd wake up in that bed next
to you and check you only to discover you were still in that fucking coma
and I'd go throw-up in the fucking toilet every morning for ten days... I
hated you for not getting better." He had tears running down his face
now. This must be his delayed reaction, my Mom said Chubby had never cried
or appeared concerned about my accident, or my coma. She thought it
indicated how positive he was that I'd get better, but what it really meant
was he couldn't deal with the possibility of me not being with him every
day... he was in denial. I said, "Don't cry Chubby, I'll start crying too
if you keep doing it." All our lives, well mostly as little kids, if one of
us got hurt and started crying, the other started crying in sympathy. He
said, "Go ahead and start because I'm feeling these tears are giving me
relief from pent-up worries about you, it's your fault ya know... you're
the crier, I'm just pissed-off that you're always in danger, or going to
the hospital, or in a coma, or some such shit." His logic was getting goofy
and I could sense we were getting over the serious part of his breakdown so
I said, "Chubby, I seem to recall you spending a day in the hospital after
we both got our asses kicked by the Chavez brothers, I'm not the only
one... and anyway, I need some loving from you so would you please stop
crying and go in the kitchen and make your fabulous home made chicken soup
for dinner, and when it's ready come back and feed it to me here in bed?"
He looked outraged, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Feed it to you?" He
was quickly getting over his crying jag now.  I got a pathetic look on my
face and said, "Please, Chubby" Getting out of bed he rustled the covers in
an exaggerated manner saying, "I'll make the fucking soup, but I'm not
feeding it to you in bed." As he was walking out of my bedroom I said, "Use
the chicken thighs, they're the tastiest part of a chicken."  Halfway down
the hall he yells back, "You'll get whatever's in the freezer."  It felt so
surreal to me then in the quiet bedroom...  such a short period of time in
my life and I had made a journey from the horror of Jake Rollins to the
beauty and love of Chubby's friendship of a lifetime.

Laying in bed listening to Chubby banging around in the kitchen I realized
I didn't want to mope in bed any longer, and I especially didn't want to
think about what to do about the Jake Rollins rape either... I'll think
about that later.  I want to be with Chubby. He'd picked-up my self image
tremendously with that out-pouring of affection and I needed to be with him
for some more of it.  It might not seem like an out-pouring of affection to
outsiders, but I recognized that it was and I felt so good about
it... really, really good about it.  I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe,
and with bare feet padded into the kitchen. Chubby was opening a cardboard
container of Stop & Shop's Nature Promise brand of Organic Chicken Broth
while singing along with a song on the radio.  It was the rock group Snow
Patrol's song Crack The Shutters ... at the chorus part, Chubby was
singing... Crack the shutters open wide, I want to bathe in the light of
day .... he sang on with the group even after the chorus was done. He's got
a really good singing voice but is self conscious about singing in front of
anyone except me. Looking up to see me, he smiled and sang louder. I know
the words and I could have joined in except I can't sing nearly as good as
Chubby and it would ruin the sound.  I like the song... I liked the
sentiment, I needed that kind of feeling about bathing in the light of day,
that sounds like a positive frame of mind and not about being gloomy or
down in the dumps or depressed.  I need to keep my head up in the aftermath
of that horrific Jake experience.  It don't matter how good it felt during
the fuck, it was against my will and that's what matters.  Jake knows it
was wrong, he admitted it.  What the hell...! I said I wasn't going to
think about that stuff now.

The song finished as I was climbing onto one of the kitchen bar stools at
the kitchen counter to watch Chubby put the soup together... one of the
same backless stools I use when giving haircuts to the Dickers
brothers... the haircutting is done downstairs though, not in the kitchen.
I say, "Chubby, you sing good, dude" and he goes, "I know that, but I'll
bet you didn't know that the average man's penis is three times the length
of his thumb?" I go, "Yeah, I did... you told me before". Chubby ignores
that and opens a package of Lipton Soup Secrets's Noodle Soup made with
real chicken broth.  It's a dry soup mix that you're suppose to add water
to, but Chubby adds it to the Organic Chicken Broth making that richer
tasting... and saltier.  The comment about a guys pecker being three times
as long as the guy's thumb had me wondering if Chubby, Dodger and Robby had
one inch thumbs... not that I'd say anything like that out loud. I asked,
"What kind of chicken was in the freezer?" Chubby mumbles, "Chicken thighs
naturally, your favorite.  Your mother spoils you." I'm like, "Hey, it's my
fucking condo, what kind of chicken's in your freezer?" Chubby strains the
dried soup mixture through a strainer to eliminate the tiny
noodles... later he'll add wide egg noodle to the broth, we like them
better. Chubby says, "We got chicken breast in our freezer cause they're
better than thighs". He sifts just the yellow power from the dry soup into
the pot with the broth and then adds five skinless chicken thighs and half
an onion.  Turns on the stove and covers the pot so it can all simmer for
an hour. Chubby looks up at me, reaches over and squeezes my hand, saying
"Let's do our homework while this cooks" and that's what we did.

An hour or so later Chubby took the thighs out of the pot and forked the
tender meat off the bones, discarded the bones and sinew, cut the onion
into pieces, and added the wide noodles along with sliced carrots and
celery... those items will cook with the soup for ten minutes.  We ate the
soup from large soup bowls, our drink for the evening was my
Strawberry/Kiwi Snapple which went perfectly with the soup, let's face it,
it goes perfectly with everything... we also had buttered French rolls.
The flavor from the two types of chicken broth combined with natural flavor
from the chicken thighs made a very satisfying soup indeed and the tender
pieces of chicken where very yummy. I said, "This soup sucks,
Chubby... what the fuck did ya do wrong?" and he's like "Fuck you then,
don't eat it... here give me yours" and I'm like, "Get the fuck away from
my soup, I'm still recovering from that coma" and Chubby's like, "I'm so
sick of hearing about that fucking coma..." We're grinning at each other to
beat the band.  I love him so much.  We get in our F-bomb frame of mind at
times because we think it's fun to say "fuck" in ever sentence and we break
each other's balls with insincere insults to show we love each other, love
like brothers love. After finishing the rest of our homework it was outside
to smoke a cigarette and talk about unimportant stuff, goof around with
each other.  Then a little TV until, around ten o'clock, Chubby felt real
tired and he went up to his place for bed.  Back in my bed I thought about
the rape... what to do?

Where is my rage?  Am I such a slut that a guy can rape me and I don't care
as long as it's the best fuck I ever had?  Is that really me?  Damn, maybe
the way he sincerely apologized is why I'm not in a rage.  I think I know
what's going on here... it's that I actually do believe him, I believe that
he'll never bother me again. Do I really believe that though? Yes, I
actually do... and I believe he owes me one too.  And I also believe he
knows nefarious individuals that can get just about anything done a person
needed getting done... assuming one needed to go outside the law to
accomplish some goal they might have, some revengeful goal perhaps... like
punishing Joel and almost killing him. Hmmmm, I hope I'm never in another
situation like that Joel fiasco where I need the kind of help Jake is
talking about, but it feels kinda cool to know where to go if I do need it.
But still, I should be more pissed at Jake than I feel... wassup with that?
Maybe it's Chubby coming in and reacting like he did... that was the
perfect antidote to the depressing feelings I was having about my own self
image, absolutely the perfect remedy for me.  A total coincidence of
course, Chubby didn't have any idea, but it helped me tremendously. Then I
laughed out loud for a second... Chubby saying my lies would cause a
polygraph machine to explode.. ha ha.  Oh well, OK... everything considered
it's best that I'm letting this go, letting it go with the assumption Jake
was sincere about the promises he made me, especially the one about leaving
me alone.  If he's good to his word, it'll all fade away.

Satisfied I'd made the best decision I could under the circumstances, and
those circumstances include keeping Willie and Robby out of this, which
wouldn't be possible it I went to the police because Jake would mention
Willie and one thing leads to another, and before you know what happened
it's turned into a disaster ya can't recover from.  OK... I'll live with
it, except.... jeez, this Saturday when Willie fucks me will I yawn and ask
him, is that all ya got, dude?  That won't be a good thing.  Thinking about
it I concluded that Willie fucking me wasn't gonna be nearly as intense as
the rape with Jake's big pole and all, but I just got a stiffy thinking
about Willie's long dick anyway, so I don't really foresee any let down in
my enjoyment with Willie.  In fact, just thinking about Willie got me hot
and that's even though I had the fuck of my life five hours ago.  I love
Willie and I hate Jake so there isn't going to be any problem, the
love/hate thing evens the score. Hell, it makes Willie the landslide winner
actually.  How long ago was I chuckling about Ray's rationalization
powers... Ha! he don't have nothing on me, but I still think I'm making the
right decision here... let it be.  Let it be?  isn't that an old Beatles
song? I fell asleep thinking about the Dickers boys coming for haircuts
after school tomorrow and trying to think up a plan that would make it
possible for me to give Robby another good fucking... hmmmm?

Tuesday flew by at school.  I saw Connor Neary in the hall on my way out
the front door and he had a joke for me, as usual.  Connor's taller than me
so he leaned down to tell me the joke quietly, his long dark hair brushing
my nose, it smelled really clean and nice. I stared at his cute lips that
always formed a grin, his super white teeth and pink tongue looked so
inviting I wanted to lick them. Connor held me in place with his hand at
the back of my neck telling his joke, and his hand felt so smooth and dry
and nice... he'd squeeze the back of my neck a little from time to
time... I was getting a boner just standing there with him. Here's his
joke... A man wakes up to find himself in the hospital and discovers he'd
been in an auto accident that ruined his penis requiring it to be
amputated.  The doctor tells him there's nine thousand dollars coming to
this poor bastard from the other driver. The victim can use the money to
have a new penis made of in own skin, but it cost one thousand dollars for
each inch of new penis so he'd better check with his wife... make sure he
and she are agreeable on the size.  He goes home thinking "Yippee, a nine
inch cock, she'll love that".  Next day at his check-up the doctor ask if
the man has spoken with his wife and he says, "Yes, I have" The doctor
asked, "Did she help with the decision?" and the man says, "Yep".  "And
what is the decision?" asked the doctor. The man says, "We're getting
granite countertops".

We had a good laugh... I really like Connor, what an upbeat personality,
and he's hot looking too.  Can't figure out if he's gay, can't figure out
if he's coming on to me either.  I've figured out one thing though... he's
got a long cock, his thumb had felt rather long on the back of my neck.
Damn, I'm getting another boner. Walking with my hands in my pocket playing
with myself thinking how great backpacks are, mine allows me to use both
hands for two handed pocket ball. Today I had the car after school, but
before I got to it Ray Ellis bumps into me. We both initially are like,
"what the fuck.... ya clumsy...? but then we see who it is and we're both a
little awkward with each other because of that personal conversation
yesterday after school.  I'm like, "Dawg, looking good, wassup?" and Ray's
like, "Um, not much.  Glad schools out... that's phat!"  I go, "Dude, I
gotta bounce, I'm meeting a couple of guys for the ride home... you need a
ride?"  Ray says, "Ah, no... I got a ride with my homeboy from down the
street." I start to say later but then I remembered Elliot wasn't in school
today, so I asked "What's wrong with Elliot?" Ray turns around and says,
"Oh yeah, I was suppose to tell ya... he's got strep throat, won't be in
this whole week.  He asked you to help collect homework assignments and all
that kinda shit... OK?"  Of course, the first thing I thought of was god
dammit, we were suppose to get it on tomorrow, but I didn't mention that, I
go "Geez, sorry to hear that, but sure... I'll get his assignments".  Ray
says, "Sweet... see ya..." and I go "Peace.." as off he goes. No mention
about Thursday, no mention about yesterday either. Well, I hadn't mentioned
it so why do I think it's odd he didn't?  Oh shit, he's gonna back-out of
this, I should have taken him up on his proposal yesterday. Jesus, I suck!

Running to the parking lot, but before I can get to the car Dodger sees me
and yells, "Dylan, Hurry up, I'm pumped about getting my haircut... finally
getting my haircut, I should say. I wanna ride over with you though.
Robby's already in his car."  Oh my God, this kid looks good enough to lick
like an ice cream cone.  I go, "Kick it, hot stuff, relax... there's my
car, next to the lamp post" nodding my head in the direction of the Jeep.
Dodger starts biting his fingernail and pulling at the crotch of his flimsy
sweatpants mumbling, "It's my freakin fetish, Dude... you know that." Being
a smart-ass, I go, "Biting your fingernails or getting your haircut?" and
Dodger looks up at me and smirks, "Both, and I'd love to bite your's for
you". I waved to Robby and get in my Jeep, Dodger piling in the passenger
seat. Starting the car I say, "I'm not even going to ask what you meant by
that, Dodger... ask what you'd like to bite I mean, ya little perve..."  He
reaches over and gooses me, than holds my hand saying, "I meant bite your
fingernails for ya". I'm like, "Gross..." but I remembered that time in the
empty gym last year, me and Dodger waiting for Robby and Dodger mesmerized
me by biting the fingernails off all the fingers of one hand... it was
weirdly sexy.  I drive the Jeep up behind Robby's car and we convoy home.

Because I have work at four this afternoon we need to do the haircuts first
thing after school... we get out of school at two p.m. so there's plenty of
time. The problem with doing anything at home right after school is that my
Mom hasn't left for work yet... she leaves for her job at the restaurant
around four.  Her and Chubby's mom, Tris, carpool together.  Mom being home
means I get to see her and say "Hi" which is nice, but because she's there
it also means there's almost no chance of sneaking in some sexy minutes
with Robby, or with Dodger for that matter... neither of the boys will feel
comfortable staying in my room, playing on the computer, with my Mom
upstairs with them.  Oh well, it isn't like I haven't had any sex since
getting out of the hospital. There's a little matter of me fucking Elliot
last week and then that super fast quickie in the equipment lavatory with
Robby... and of course, my rape yesterday.

It's only about a ten minute drive to my condo.  On the way Dodger gets
serious for a minute and says, "Will you help me with a little surprise I
got in mind for my sex buddy, Vinnie De Marco?" I look over with a puzzled
look and say, "This sounds like trouble..."  Dodger acts like he's
insulted, "Trouble?  From me? Surely you jest. It's just that I've had this
morbid, sick fantasy in my head for about five years now and it seems like
a good idea I make it happen with me and Vinnie."  I go, "Don't get me
involved in any of your schemes, Dodger... you're too nuts for me." He
goes, "Oh, don't be like Robby... you're cool, Dylan.  All I need is to use
your barber clippers and, you know... your house."  I'm like, "Forget about
it, dude!"  and Dodger's chuckling as he says, "No, be cool. Just
listen... will ya?"  I mumbled, "Just listen?  Well numbnuts, I don't got
much choice about that at the moment, do I?."  Dodger says, "Actually you
don't, but you're so cool, it'll be OK. By the way, you're looking so fly
lately, have I mentioned that?" I laugh and say, "Oh, fuck... that's not
too obvious at all, fake flattery?... are you kidding me with that?" He
goes, "No, I'm serious, dude.  Anyway, you know I've got this wicked
haircut fetish when I'm getting my hair cut, but what about if I'm doing
the haircutting?  Ya know? So here's my fantasy... me giving Vinnie a buzz
cut while he sucks my cock... what do ya think? Oh, and we're both naked
too, I forgot that..." I'm laughing out loud, what a fantasy!  I asked,
"You gotta be shitting me, he's always had that big mop of hair." He goes,
"Oh yeah, I know...I'm thinking I'll pop-off just cutting it all off, but
with Vinnie sucking my fat cock at the same time! Yeow!" This is Dodger's
surprise for Vinnie... Yeow, indeed. But, Vinnie will never go for
this... I mean, he'll go for the blow job, but not the buzz cut, no fucking
way... and anyway, where's Dodger gonna get the fat cock he
mentioned... hee hee. Actually the head of his dick does look fat compared
to the rest of it and now I'm remembering that I had this thing last year
about sucking that fat-headed, three inch cock... damn, another boner
coming on.

We talked and laughed about the proposition the rest of the way home and as
I'm parking in front of my condo I say, "OK you nut case, you can use my
clippers and my basement, but only if Vinnie agrees before hand, and I hear
him agree to it. I'll be home from work tomorrow around four-thirty.  So
here's the deal, first Vinnie himself tells me what you two are going to
do, and then we'll all go downstairs for your real life fantasy... and I'm
watching too." As I'm saying that, I'm thinking that this will never
happen, but I'm also reminded I'm missing out on my scheduled fuck with
Elliot tomorrow afternoon so this is a maybe replacement at least.  A
negative thought followed... I'm almost positive Ray is going to back out
on his gay sex lessons with me Thursday night. First Elliot and then
Ray... two disappointments and just when everything looks likes it's going
my way, BOOM! it all falls apart.  Wouldn't it be an absolute classic if
this show of Vinnie and Dodger actually happens!.  Dodger interrupts my
speculating with, "You're the coolest kid I've ever met, Dylan" and I go,
"I'm so fucking sure your sincere, dude...". We're at the condo and Robby's
standing on the sidewalk looking so cute I can hardly believe he's my
boyfriend.  That little boy grin he has... lots of teen boys have it, by
the way, if you know what to look for.  I hop out of the Jeep and right
away get him in a headlock and we wrestle around for a minute giving both
of us the excuse to get some serious hugs and goosing in.  Dodger looks on
with a mysterious expression on his face.  Dodger knows I'm gay, of course,
and slowly but surely the suspicion in others is mounting about me being of
a slightly gay persuasion also... first Jake, recently Chubby, and maybe
Connor, and there are others.  Plus now Dodger looks like he's wondering
about Robby and me.  It is what it is, for now we'll leave it alone. Maybe
when we graduate we can come out like Willie and Jay. It sure will make
some things easier... I'm just not ready yet.

Once inside the condo, Dodger, Robby, and I went right for the kitchen.  I
passed out Snapple drinks and Mom comes in to say, "Hello, boys... Robby,
Dodger, nice to see you both again... you're the best looking boys I think
I've ever seen in my life... except for my darling Dylan that is.  He told
me you were coming over for haircuts.  He's such a talented boy, don't ya
think?"  She was hugging my shoulders and rubbing my head when she said
that, and then she gave me a kiss on the cheek with me going, "Mommmm,
please... not in front of Dodger".  She says, "I made double chocolate
brownies for you guys, but don't eat them all, I need to take some in to
work for the girls."  The boys said, "Thanks, Mrs Newman" and I said, "Mom,
we're not little kids anymore, ya know.  Jesus, brownies..." She goes,
"Who's going to give you a haircut, Dylan... your hair's so long.  Looks
like the hair the boys I went to high school used to have."  I go, "Mommm,
stop!" She passed a platter of brownies and we all took two... two for
starters.  She says, "Speaking of clever guys, did you see the great
shelving unit Jake built in the basement for me, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, I
noticed that.  He was here when I got home after school yesterday... you
forgot to warn me about that, didn't ya?"  She chuckled, heading for her
bedroom to shower and get ready for work, on the way she says, "Oh,
Dylan... Jake is a good guy.  You're always giving him a hard time and he
tries to be nice to you." I go, "Oh, righttttt..." What can I say?  I
didn't say anything else.  The three of us each took two more brownies
apiece and started down the steps to the finished basement.  Dodger asking,
"Who's Jake?"  I told him and he said, "Oh, your mother goes on dates?
Geez, weird! Me first for a haircut..."

Dodger, as always, wanted a buzz cut.  The three of us... Dodger, Robby and
me, were on our way here for haircuts almost three weeks ago when we had
the accident.  Robby just got his car back from the auto body shop
yesterday, he'd been using his Mom's for school. In any case, it has been
almost six weeks since I last cut the boys hair and they really needed it.
Dodger takes his shirt off and his yummy body odor floated up off of him
with me doing an inconspicuous inhale and... ohhh, yeah! YUMMY!  These two
brothers smell so good, I love it.  I had the barber things laid out this
morning so was all ready to go.  I use a number two attachment for Dodger,
at his request... it cuts the hair to a quarter inch and that's really
short.  Most buzz cuts are a half inch but Dodger likes it severe because
of his fetish.  I asked him, "You using the number two on Vinnie?" and he
goes, "Oh yeah" and Robby, sitting on the washing machine goes, "What's
this about Vinnie?" Dodger mutters, "Who's talking to you my favorite
brother in the whole fucking world.." Into my head pops the memory of Robby
showing his concern that Dodger and Vinnie might be playing with each
other's pee pee so I changed the subject by asking Robby about a homework
assignment.  Dodger gets real quiet when I start running the clippers on
his head.  He initially gets very still on the stool letting the sexuality
of his fetish absorb him, it's funny/weird knowing how sexually aroused I
was making him and all I was doing was running clippers through his hair.
He told me once that the very sound of barber clippers gives him a boner,
and he can get a boner looking at the home haircut sets of clippers and
scissors in Osco... hard to imagine.

Because of the length of time between haircuts he had much longer hair then
usual and as a result much more hair was being cut off.  Clumps of inch
long hair dropped off the front of the clippers to drift down and off
Dodger's shoulders, finally landing in his lap where he picked some of it
up and played with it between his fingers.  This was arousing Dodger by now
and he was no longer stationary, he began moaning "Mmmmm ohh," and blowing
out air while rubbing his lap and groping his cock and balls through his
pants.  Absolutely amazing how powerful a fetish can be.  I purposely went
back over the hair in the very front of his head, pressing down to get
another fraction of an inch off and create the buzzing sound of the
clippers cutting hairs... it had Dodger squirming. I couldn't drag it out
for him any longer though and so turned-off the clippers and picked up the
trimming ones... Dodger goes, "I gotta beat-off right now, you two guys
close your eyes" and he hops off the stool pulling down his flimsy sweat
pants along with his underwear and grabs his hard three and a half inch
boner.  Making a tight ring of his thumb and index finger he starts
stroking his uncut cock, grunting with each stroke.  The foreskin is flying
on and off the head of his pecker, precum spray flying around.  Robby is
immediately off the washer and over next to me watching and taking short
little puffs of air as he stared at his brother masturbating in my finished
basement.  Robby's eyes were shiny, probably mine were too.  The only one
who had his eyes closed was Dodger.  His eyes closed, his head back, and
his beautiful face scrunched up, the bridge of his nose wrinkled, as his
hand flew back and forth on that short cock.  Two minutes, tops, and
Dodgers arching his back, his hand a blur as he goes, "fuck yeah..." and a
plop of creamy spunk flies out about three inches from the head of his cock
and falls to the tile floor.  It was quickly followed by three small
strings of fast flying cum that shot out a foot... a squeal from Dodger,
and then drips of teen sperm-juice as he milks his nuts of every drop.
Robby mumbles to me, "He must have jerk-off in the lavatory at school this
afternoon... no way that's all the spunk in a Dodger climax, not unless
he's recently emptied those big balls of his. I just nodded at Robby
thinking, jerked-off in the lavatory... ya gotta be shitting me.  Dodger
slowed his stroking down, his eyes opened and he sees Robby and me gawking,
"Enjoy the show you perverts?"  Robby and me, at the same time say, "We're
perverts???" and we all had a good laugh. Dodger went into the half bath to
clean himself up a little and I wet some paper towel in the utility sink
and threw them near the sparse spunk drippings.  Robby dragged the wet
towels around with his foot then picked them up by the edge and dumped them
in the trash bin.. We looked at one another with grins like, can you
believe this shit?

Robby finally says, "Well, that was interesting" and I'm shaking my head,
only Dodger would pull a stunt like that.  He came out all perky and frisky
saying, "I needed that, dude... whoa!! Was that bitchin! So phat!"  He
hopped back up on the stool and I used the trimmers to finish his
haircut. As I was doing it Robby and me were saying stuff to a smiling
Dodger like "that was the grossest thing we ever saw" and "get some fucking
self control dude" and "if you're this perverted at sixteen, what ya gonna
be like at twenty-fucking-six".  Supportive stuff like that. Of course,
Robby and Dodger often jerk-off together in their room at
night... racing-to-climax contests and such, so Dodger knew we were just
breaking his balls for fun.  Then it was Robby's turn for a haircut.  He
wanted the flattop that he originally had me cut for him way last
summer... he wanted a flattop back then because I had one... I had one
because Willie wanted me to have a haircut like his ... he'd gotten his
long hair cut into a flattop originally thinking, erroneously, that it
would please me... the blind leading the blind, go figure. Anyway, there
was a lot of hair to cut off Robby too, but it went fairly fast because he
doesn't have a haircut fetish and neither do I... it was just a simple
haircut.  Unexpectedly, Dodger went outside to have a cigarette and to
enjoy some silence so he could relive the haircut experience in his
mind... tonight he'd jerk-off again reliving the buzzing sound of the
clippers and the hairs tumbling off his shoulders onto his lap. At least
that's what he told Robby and me before he went outside, Robby and me going
"Un-huh"... and "sure, that makes all the sense in the world", and then
back to "un-huh" with each absurd comment from cute little Dodger
boy. Dodger wasn't outside two seconds before I had my tongue in Robby's
mouth.  We made out in a fever for three minutes with my subconscious mind
keeping alert for any sound on the steps from Dodger or, god-forbid, my
Mom.

Robby's off the stool, the haircut only half done, we're licking tongues
and groping each other's lap.  I get my hand down the back of his pants and
my finger goes up his ass to the second knuckle and, making a hook out of
it, I pull his hole up and out a bit with the tip of my finger pressing on
a conveniently located prostate gland. Robby's moaning into my mouth
grinding his boner against mine, our mouths attached by our tongues, spit
spreading further and further away from our lips, past our noses.  Robby
starts going, "Ooh Ooh Ooh, Dylan I'm cummimg" and he blast a load in his
pants, humping against my crotch with each shot of spunk.  I was aware of
each blast because his sphincter muscle closed down on my finger tightly
during the shots... the first one caught me by surprise and it was a tight
squeeze by his sphincter muscle, then again, and one more long tight hold
on my finger... that was his major ejaculation, the first two were
start-ups.  He lay his forehead on my shoulder then and whispered, "I'm in
love with you, Dylan... just so ya know." and he kissed my neck as I rubbed
the back of his half barbered head, "I love you too, Robby. You know, we're
alike in a lot of ways although it might not seem like that to you.
Anyway, ya better get in the powder room and clean-up dude, you know,
before your cum soaks through the front of your pants."  He let go of me
and said, "Yeah, you're right... how about us Dickers brothers, Dylan, are
Dodger and me two fucked-up dudes or what."  I said, "God no! I'm so
grateful I know you both, you're not fucked up?  No way, you two rock!" He
kissed my cheek and said, "Yeah, hope so..." and went to clean up like his
brother had done ten minutes ago. The reason I said we're alike is I'm just
like Robby when Willie's making me cum in my pants, with Robby I reverse
roles and he becomes me, and I like it both ways. A little bit later I
finished his haircut in silence, me with blue balls, but what ya gonna
do... it ain't always my turn.

Eventually we were outside having a quick smoke, Dodger asking what took us
so long and I say, "Robby took longer to cum than you did"... Dodger goes,
"Oh, Riiiiiighttt" and lit his third cigarette in a row.  Robby and Dodger
don't smoke on a regular basis... sometimes they'll go a couple of weeks
without any cigarettes, and then other times they'll binge smoke... four or
five cigarettes, one right after another.  It's another contest thing,
they're very competitive with each other... and a bit nuts too, but I like
that about them.  They're also both athletic and involved in competitive
team sports so I guess that has something to do with them being competitive
in other things besides sports. Me, not so much.  I needed to get ready for
work so after one cigarette Robby flicked his down a sewer drain and I
flicked mine off the front of my shirt cursing a blue streak at that stupid
cigarette butt... both the boys laughing at me.  My butt flicking
incompetence is well known by now. We did quick hugs and Dodger gave me a
quick-as-a-flash kiss on my lips like the brothers often do with each
other. I rubbed his newly buzzed head, his head hairs are so silky fine and
so dense they feels like velvet. Off the brothers go, with me playing
pocket ball again watching their car pull away from the curb.  I was dead
serious about being grateful I knew those boys, what a unique
pair... extremely sexual.

Inside the condo I go to take a quick shower, then the drive to Stop & Shop
where I was greeted warmly by the part time guys. That's so nice.  My boss,
a confirmed asshole of major proportions, gave me the outdoor duty for the
entire shift which wasn't too bad actually.  I say that because the weather
was in the high fifties and Elliot was out sick anyway so I couldn't ogle
him, and Alex Cora had stocking shelves duty so I wouldn't have been able
to goof with him... outside is fine.  Alex had seemed sincerely happy to
see me and although I know he's straight, his tall body gets me squirmy and
I fantasize about him and me stocking shelves together naked. The shift
ended at seven and back at the condos I go right upstairs past my own condo
to Chubby's... his turn to fix dinner, again. Smelled pizza as soon as I
walked in his front door, it's always a rush for me when I see Chubby.  I'd
seen him in school of course, but still it's a thrill... an actual thrill
for me.  He and I used to do virtually everything together before we got
our jobs, now I don't see him at all after school... not until dinner.  We
both know we need to work our part time jobs though, our Moms don't make a
lot of money. The Moms have always worked, their whole lives since being
teenagers they've had a job.  They dropped out of high school to have their
babies, identical twins, Jeffrey (Chubby) Romero and Dylan Newman, who
don't look anything alike, but are identical twins just the same... in our
heads we are. Dropping out of high school means a meniel type lower paying
job most of the time and our Moms chose being a waitress... they seem happy
with it. It's all fine... Chubby and I had a normal night for us tonight...
eating, homework, and a little sports on TV... having a normal night with
Chubby is another way of saying, I had a fabulous time.

Willie called me as I was driving to work after school the next day, "Happy
Wednesday, Dylan baby!"  He's always very up-beat and exuberant.  He
continued, " Listen, babe... I'm coming in Saturday morning and... um, I'll
have my roommate, Andy, with me." I was silent while trying to process that
information and drive at the same time. Willie goes, "You there Dylan?"  I
mumble, "Yes, Willie... I'm driving to work".  He says, "Jesus, it must
suck being a teenager who has to work, you should be enjoying your teen
years."  I go, "Why ya bringing your roommate home?" Willie replies
quickly, "You met him after the dance last year, Andrew Scully... good kid,
remember?  He's got this wicket crush on me and I hate to hear him whine
every time I come home to see you so I promised I'd bring him along
sometime and this is it.  You two need to get to know each other better
anyhow... don't worry, I won't neglect you, sweetheart, you're always my
main homeboy-boyfriend, you know that, Dylan. Anyway, the three of us can
have some sexy fun together too."  Whining myself now, I go "This is our
first date since I got out of the hospital, Willie.  I'm really looking
forward to it... just us two. I've been missing you bad, dude."  He says,
"I know what you're missing and I'm gonna take care of that for ya, don't
worry... and stop whining, you sound like Andy." Still whining, I go,
"Well, am I at least staying over with you at your house Saturday night?"
and Willie, in an exasperated voice says, "Of course you are, we all
are... and stop that whining right now."  I mumbled, "Sorry, I really can't
wait to see you though." Willie began talking off the cell to someone with
him, probably Andy, but I can't hear what he's saying... then, back to me,
"Hey baby, I gotta go but be ready about ten o'clock Saturday morning. I
need to take both you boys back up here to Leonard's for haircuts and then
we'll eat lunch in this cool restaurant in town I found out about. Bring
everything you need for sleeping over because after lunch we're going right
into Boston... I got primo Celtics tickets. Love ya so much, Dylan... I
really gotta go."  I said, "I love you too" and he was gone. Fuck!  His
roommate!  Oh well, he shares me with Robby so I guess I'll share him with
Andy... and Celtic tickets, way cool! Hmmm, thinking about Andy a little
more and deciding, in my head, that I'm not giving Willie up so if that's
what little freckled face Andy thinks, he's got another think coming.

Work was OK Wednesday afternoon, I was on bagging duty the entire two and a
half hours of my shift.  I'm scheduled for a Saturday shift too but I
begged Alex Cory to take my shift and I'll take his sucky one which is
Sunday, from one until nine at night.  The store closes at nine on Sundays.
The Sunday shift is the most unpopular one of all, but I'm not missing
Willie again... it's been over a month already.  Driving back home I began
smiling to myself thinking about what's coming-up, Dodger's surprise for
Vinnie. Wonder if there's any fucking chance it will actually
happen... hope so cause it would be a blast to watch.  Parking in front of
my combo I see Dodger and Vinnie waiting for me.  They're sitting on the
top step passing a cigarette back and forth. Chubby and I used to do that
while walking to school back when we had to walk to school. Both boys waved
when I got out of the car and up the steps I go. "Dudes, ya look so phat
sitting there smoking".  We did fist bumps and Vinnie asked me, "OK,
Dylan... I'm real curious, what's my surprise?" He's a tough little kid, a
neighbor of the Dickers.  A year younger than Dodger so he isn't sixteen
yet, very young looking. Not especially cute, but fifteen is a cute age for
boys even if you're not particularly cute on your own, ya know?  It's like,
at that age ya gotta be ugly or fat or something not to be a little bit
cute.  Vinnie has a scattering of red marks on his forehead, some healing
acne... nothing serious.  He's Dodger's size but probably still
growing... kinda dark complected with brown eyes and lots of wavy brown
hair parted in the middle and hanging down all around his head covering his
ears, down to his collar in back. It just barely stays on the very outside
edge of each eye giving him a very narrow looking face.  Average nose but
absolutely fabulous lips, puffy and rosy and bowed, beautiful white teeth
and even though he's slim he's got a double A+ perfect bubble-butt
ass. Dodgers been fucking that perfect ass for nine months or so now, and
he tells me that Vinnie just can't get enough.  Over all, Vinnie's a tough,
straight-acting, gay, bottom boy... Dodger's got himself a winner. I say to
Vinnie, "Hey little dude, it ain't my surprise... ask your homeboy here"
and I nod at the smirking Dodger who's looking so hot today... what am I
saying, he always looks hot!

Vinnie takes a last drag on the cigarette letting the smoke drift out of
his nose and mouth on it's own accord, passes the butt to Dodger and goes,
"You got a surprise for me, Dodger?..." One last drag for Dodger and then
he flicks the cigarette all the way down to the sidewalk below and says,
"Yeah, it's not Dylan's surprise... it's mine.  I told ya about my fetish,
right?" Vinnie goes, "What the fucks a fetish... And, no, you didn't say
nuttin' about no fucking fed... what was that word?..." I'm thinking, this
is going to be hilarious. Dodger gives Vinnie a half-assed explanation
about him getting boned-up from getting his haircut and tells him "that's
called a fetish..."  Vinnie's frowning incredulously the whole time. "You
get your rocks off in the barbershop" he asks, and Dodger says, "Well there
too, lately Dylan's been cutting my hair though, but don't you worry about
that. It's this surprise idea for you and me that's important. It a little
thing for us to do this afternoon... you kneel in front of me naked,
sucking my dick, and I buzz your hair as short as mine. That's all there is
to it... that's my surprise for you to participate in." Vinnie looks at
Dodger for a second then looks over at me and says, "Is he serious?" I go,
"Yeah, I believe he is" and Vinnie, still talking directly to me, says,
"And, you're gonna watch?" and I said, "If you don't mind Vinnie,
yes... I'd like to."  Vinnie looks back to Dodger and says, "That's your
surprise idea, huh?  It's completely nuts, you do know that Dodger, right?
It's fucking insane! I don't mean the part about me blowing you while I'm
naked, I mean the haircut part. You're no barber and, anyway, I've never
had a buzz cut."  Dodger chuckles and hugs Vinnie around the neck saying,
"You're such a knucklehead, and so yummy too, I could lick your face, but
don't be crazy... anybody can give a buzz cut." Then Dodger stops,
chuckles, looks and me, and adds "But no one can do it as good as you, of
course."  I make a face at him like I give a shit? and Dodger turns back to
Vinnie to say, "OK, stud... we on?"  Vinnie does a shy grin at Dodger,
which I didn't expect to see from him, and right that second it occurred to
me that Vinnie's into hero worship where Dodger's concerned. Miraculously,
Vinnie's nodding his head yes and mumbles, "If that's what you want Dodger,
no problem.  Let's do it."  I couldn't believe it, but there it is.  Ain't
the world full of surprising things.

Dodger didn't appear the least bit surprised while I was truly
shocked... totally stunned.  I looked from one to the other to see if this
was maybe some kind of elaborate joke on me, but they seemed oblivious to
my reaction.  Shrugging, I unlocked the front door and hear Vinnie, in a
quiet voice, say to Dodger, "You're still gonna fuck me aren't ya?  You
said we would..." Dodger mutters, "You'll get fucked alright, by
somebody... that's a promise".  These two have to be putting me on, but
while hoping they're not, I got us three cans of coke and we headed
downstairs. I'm thinking... Dodger's from another planet, that's
obvious... I already knew that though, and now I'm thinking maybe Vinnie is
too.  In any case, Vinnie De Marco appears to be the perfect soul mate for
my alien friend Dodger... they're perfect for each other. I'm also thinking
that maybe Dodger and Vinnie aren't the only ones getting their rocks off
today... hot shit!

Downstairs now, Dodger looks around, then asked, "Over on the tile, Dylan?"
I go, "Yeah, so we can sweep-up the hair easily afterward".  Hottie Vinnie
pulls his shirt over his head and says, "Hey Dodger, maybe I got that
haircut federish, or whatever it is, because I'm feeling funny in my
belly".  Dodger goes, "Nah, you'd know it by now if you had it... it's
rare.  Just get undressed, dude... you're cool" and he tousles Vinnie's
hair.  I turn-on the radio and an oldie from The Pretenders pours out,
"you're fantastic, in your boots of Chinese plastic". This is a weird
situation here and all of a sudden I'm with Vinnie, I feel funny in my
tummy too.  I mumble, "Think I'll let you two do your thing all by your
lonesome, I'm not gonna watch you after all.  No offense intended, but it's
a tiny bit too far out there for me, a little bit too twilight zone-ish.
I'll be upstairs on my computer" and right away both boys say, "No,
stay!... Stay with us, Dylan."  Dodger goes, "Yeah Dylan, this experiment
needs three guys, you know, so Vinnie and I don't feel, um... strange or
something. Hey, how about we all get undressed and have a three way right
after... whadda ya say?" Then he looked at Vinnie and asked, "OK with you,
Vin?" He nods his head yes, and adds, "It'll be my first three-way". Dodger
and I simultaneously say, "Me too...". The boys stood there looking at
me. A three-way huh....?

Oh man, opportunity is knocking. I'm thinking I've already screwed-up the
thing with Ray... screwed it up by giving him time to talk himself out of
us experimenting with a little bob-on-boy fun, a shame really because that
would have been hot. And, as far as this situation goes, Dodger's already
fucked me in their swimming pool last summer, so why not this.  Damn, that
thing in the pool was a totally unexpected and unwanted fuck at the time,
but it turned-out to be hot as hell, an ultra sexy turn-on. I consciously
made myself not think about Jake's unwanted fuck, which was hot as hell as
well.  Almost the same sort of thing as the pool incidence, but I thought
of it entirely differently... but, like I said, I'm not dealing with that
now.  Dodger breaks the silence saying, "Come on, Dylan... we need ya. Like
I said, it'll be better if there's three of us", that made me remember Ray
saying something similar Monday afternoon. Hmmm? What the hell. I say "OK
guys, but for God sake, don't ever breath a word of this to anyone!" I
actually felt some nervousness about this little adventure.  Dodger's like,
"Tell anybody?  Are you nuts... you and Vinnie are the only two people in
the world who know I'm gay and I'm keeping it that way into the foreseeable
future". Vinnie, pulling off his jeans, says, "Dylan, I trust you because
Dodger told me too.  I gotta tell ya though, my ass will be in serious,
serious trouble if my father, or even my older brother, finds out I'm
queer. They hate queers! What's the name for that, Dodger?"  He says,
"Homophobe, and don't act dumb, you're not dumb, Vinnie." Vinnie grinned at
Dodger, I'm just realizing that these two are crazy about each
other... they're definitely a couple of steps up from just being fuck
buddies.

As I'm unbuttoning my shirt Vinnie steps-out of his jockey shorts looking
at me, saying, "I used to be self conscious about getting naked in front of
other guys, but ever since Dodger and I having been messing around
together, it doesn't bother me anymore... it helps in gym class too, ya
know?" I go, "What...?" I wasn't listening, I was staring at his big cock.
It was cut so I could see most of the head and all of the shaft... this
thing is impressive. Routine pubic patch of dark brown curly hairs, but
nothing else was routine.  Swear to God, his dick was almost as big as
Jake's. About seven inches long and chubby too, although it did have a
regular-sized head. Looking up I see Dodger gawking back at me with a smirk
on his face, "Amazing, ain't it?" I blurted out a laugh and go,
"Ah... yeah! You could say that..." Vinnie's chuckling too and, holding his
pecker out, he says, "Can I put this up your ass, Dylan?  Dodger won't let
me put it up his".  Taking a big breath I say, "Aaahhh, that would be a
definite maybe..." and Dodger's like, "You're so cool Dylan.  My homeboy
here needs to fuck someone, you can be his first, it's too much cock for
me. This'll be a memory to last a lifetime... for him I mean." I'm kinda
laughing because of all the weird things that have been happening to me
lately... magic carpet ride indeed.  Looking at that pecker on Vinnie
caused a thought to creep into my head about how great Jake's big cock had
felt, this is tempting, very tempting. What to do? I go, "We'll see how it
goes, OK?" which seemed to satisfy them for now.

Then, just like that, Dodger was naked too and, oh my God, the contrast
between Vinnie's penis and Dodger's was startling. Dodger's dick isn't even
four inches long... on the other hand, the head of his is over-sized,
bigger than mine or Vinnie's.  The boys dicks made me think how I've always
felt the best part of gym, by far, was the showers, but not for the reasons
you might think... when I had high school gym I didn't even know I was gay.
I didn't discovered my gayness until last Spring and we didn't have gym the
second part of junior year, we don't have it at all in our senior year. So,
what I meant about the best part of gym being the showers is that you get
to see all the uniquely different dicks that guys have, not in a sexual
way, but rather as a curiosity... quite a variety out there, and now of
course I like just about all of them.  Never-the-less, a three-plus inch
dick next to a seven inch one, that's a stark contrast.  I pulled my undies
off and now there was a dick size at the party that fit nicely in between
Dodgers midget one and Vinnie's giant one. Vinnie goes, "Oh, you're normal"
and Dodger goes, "Ha! Normal? Dylan?" then he says, "Oh, you mean his
cock... yeah, he's kinda normal sized, or average size might be a better
word for it, or perhaps just describing it as not at all special is a more
accurate description". We were getting comfortable with each other's
nakedness by talking derogatorily about our dicks... guys will do
that. Dodger goes, "At least my nuts are bigger than both of yours" and
Vinnie mumbles, "Don't make us laugh with that bullshit".... The three of
us, naked except for socks on our feet, went on like that, insulting each
other, until I felt comfortable enough to say, "Let's get use to the feel
of each other's body with a couple of naked hugs" and we did that for a
bit, me being the only one who started boning-up.  I couldn't help it,
those boys felt so good to rub against and hold onto... damn, they both
laughed at me, pointing at my semi-boner which was sticking stiffly off to
the left. We were really getting comfortable with everything now, so I
didn't mind being mocked by these two boys... it was all in good humor.

Dodger was ready to start so I tossed him a little throw rug for Vinnie to
kneel on, Dodger picks up the clippers looking for the on/off switch, finds
it and the familiar sound of barbers clippers gets everyone's attention.
"How short will that cut my hair" Vinnie asked, now with an edge of doubt
in his voice. Chubby says, "A quarter inch, just like mine" and he rubs his
buzz cut all over his head saying, "It feels awesome Vinnie.  Come on,
kneel over here on this little rug so ya don't hurt your little knees."
Vinnie goes over and slowly kneels down in front of Dodger... almost
casually he pulls on the little cock that's in front of him, the one
attached to Dodger. After a second he looks up at Dodger and says, "Well,
go ahead... cut my hair off, enjoy your fantasy" and with that he leans
forward and takes Dodger's entire cock into his mouth, his cheeks and chin
moving as he's sucking and tonguing that dick for all he's
worth. Apparently Vinnie likes sucking boys' cocks as much as I do. Just
thinking about getting Dodger's cock in my mouth has me further firming up
and me unconsciously play with myself, moving my firm dick from side to
side.  The clippers are running, Dodger has eight inch long hairs from the
front pulled up off Vinnie's forehead, but he doesn't touch the hair with
the clippers. I'm waiting, Vinnie has his mouth full of cock sucking slowly
now, his eyes at the top of their sockets looking at Dodger
expectantly... then abruptly Dodger lets go of the hair and says, "I can't
do it, Vinnie.  You've had this long hair since you where ten years
old... I'm not gonna buzz it."  Vinnie gets hold of Dodger's dick at the
base to hold it in place, pulls his head away and while stroking the wet
cock casually he quietly says, "Yeah I know, I've had this same exact hair
style for a long time, since I was eight years old actually, and that's
kinda the reason I went along with your goofy fedhash or whatever you
called it... I wanted a reason to change my look, and you gave it to
me... so go ahead, buzz it... I want you too".

Dodger looked like he'd won the lottery, he goes "Hot damn, you rock so
hard Vinnie" and, lifting up a handful of hair, he puts the running clipper
at the hairline and pushed it to the back of Vinnie's head leaving a swath
of quarter inch hair where eight or nine inches had previously been, and
then he did a second swipe from front to back right next to the first one
with the exact same results.  It was an instant transformation, the
clippers cut the hairs off like a hot knife through butter, very smoothly.
These clippers are Oster fast-feed professional clippers. Chubby and I
bought the thing off ebay as used, second hand, for twenty dollars. New,
they'd cost close to ten times that amount.  Dodger did a third run, then a
forth and the entire top of Vinnie's head was devoid of hair, except the
quarter inch buzz.  It took less then twenty seconds to do it as Vinnie sat
back on his ankles with Dodger's dick still in his hand, just holding the
slightly firm cock, wet with Vinnie's saliva.  We all were more or less
speechless, mesmerized by the pile of hair that lay on the floor behind
Vinnie.  Even looking at it, it's still hard to believe how much hair came
off Vinnie's head. Vinnie, looking like he was in a daze, reached up and
ran his hand back and forth where his hair used to be, where he'd had long
silky hair since he was eight years old... now, just bristles.  Dodger's
eyes were bugging out, his mouth open, the clippers running, but held to
the side.  It was like none of us could believe this happened. Dodger
fumbled with the switch until he'd turned off the clippers, took back his
dick from Vinnie and said, "It's not the turn-on I expected... maybe it's
too shocking to see my bud go from a shaggy dog to a boot camp candidate in
seconds. I don't know, but it's not anything like the aroused, sexy
sensation I get when someone cuts my hair. This was fun to do, but it's
just not sexy to me".  I was staring at Vinnie, the top of his head was
hairless but all around the sides and back there remained lots and lots of
nine inch long hair hanging down... it looked so weird. It looked like that
horseshoe pattern baldness that old guys sometimes get. Dodger said, "Well,
this was an interesting little experiment, really fucking surprising and
disappointing and amazing that I didn't get wicked aroused from it though."
Handing the clippers out toward me, Dodger, in a dejected voice, mumbled,
"Here Dylan, would you finish Vinnie's buzz, you'd need to do all that
trimming afterward anyway."

It was very anti-climactic. Vinnie and me just looked at Dodger,
like... that's it? Then I go, "Sure, I'll finish the haircut for ya.
Vinnie, ya should probably put that little throw rug on this stool so
you're not sitting on the cold wood seat with your bare ass".  He looked at
me and I added, "And may I say that it's one fine looking ass you have
there too." Vinnie mumbles, "See Dodger, Dylan knows a hot ass when he sees
one" and then he gets off his knees dragging the rug with him and adds,
"You OK, Dodger?" It's like Dodger is in shock.  He said he was fine, and
then went on to explain how he'd had this fantasy, not with Vinnie
necessarily, of giving a boy a haircut while the boy sucked him off... he's
had that same fantasy for a long time, even jerking off thinking about it,
and now it all just petered-out to nothing when the fantasy became real
life. He said the anticipation he'd had was so high that... yeah, this is a
huge let-down. Then he cheered-up some and said, "but that doesn't mean we
can't have our three way just the same, does it, Dylan? ... and, by the
way, Vinnie... I love your ass, don't I fuck it every chance I get. Come
on... you guys still up for the three way?" I'm like, "Course I am, I'm
naked, ain't I?" and Vinnie goes, "Yeah sure, and if ya love my ass so much
how come ya never tell me that, Dodger?". I say, "Tut tut, boys... no
lovers spats allowed before a three way, everybody knows that fucking
rule..." I ran the clippers up the sides and back of Vinnie's head, it was
cool the way huge amounts of long hair fell onto my hand with every swipe
of the clippers, then continuing down to the tile floor. It took only two
minutes or so to finish although I take much longer than that with Dodger,
for fetish reasons.  Then I used the fine trimmer to outline Vinnie a new
hairline like I do for Dodger.  Vinnie kept feeling his head saying, "It
feels so cool, you're right Dodger".  Dodger and I baptized the buzz cut
with vigorous head massages and smacks on the back of Vinnie's head. While
Vinnie was in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror Dodger and I
swept up all the hair, quite a pile... I got kind of a weird, creepy
feeling knowing that a minute ago all that hair was attached to Vinnie's
head, part of that boy, and now it's going into the trash. Vinnie yelled
from the power room, "I fucking love it! My old man is going to shit
himself, he's been nagging me to do something like this for over two
years. I'll get some brownie points at home for sure".  He was
pumped-up... so far, so good.

He comes storming out, all excited, his long dick flopping around with
every step. Dodger whines, "Ok, giving a haircut didn't work out for me, so
be it... but I still need somebody to finish sucking my cock".  Of course,
I wanted to be the one sucking that fat headed cock, but I didn't want to
be bossy or over-eager so I say, "I'm OK with that, how bout we flip a coin
Vinnie. Winner gets to fuck the other guy as he's sucking Dodger's
cock... ya know, something to get our three-way off the ground, so ta
speak."  Vinnie's eyes got big as he mumbles, "Guess we're in the major
leagues now, Dodger... ya know, with a senior joining the party. Let's do
it, Dylan... I'll flip."  Vinnie looked really youthful, his buzz cut added
to the youthful image of his diminutive body and boyish face.  God
almighty... can't believe that dick on him though.  He gets a coin out of
his pants laying on the floor where he'd dropped them, and flips the coin
up in the air... I call heads as it was tumbling on it's way down and it
comes up tails. Pretending to be pissed-off I yell "Shit!", but in truth I
was real excited about sucking Dodger's little pecker and equally excited
about the prospect of feeling Vinnie's big pecker up my ass... excited, but
trying to act a combination of disappointed and cool.  We went over to the
recliner and Dodger sits on the end of it... I get on my hands and knees,
my head between his legs and, WOW...  Dodger's excellent scent is very
strong there, and very much like his brother, Robby's.  Dodger's been
shaving his crotch since last summer so he has a very clean, excellent
looking crotch.  He gets away with the shaving without unkind comments from
kids at school because he's on the swim team and a lot of the swimmers
shave every place they can reach. Actually, I kinda wish he had his pubes
so I could rub my nose in them... his crotch smells so good!

Vinnie's over at his pile of clothes again, rustling through his pants
until he comes up with a little tube of lube he carries with him when he's
going to be with Dodger.  "Got some lube to use in your hole, Dylan" he
says in a shaky voice as his finger goes right inside me, all slippery and
nice.  I go, "Aaaahhh" give me some warning, dude"... but it felt real
good.  Vinnie was new at this and quite rough, so I gave him a little
instruction, "Vinnie, when you get around to using your dick, take it
slow... go in slow dude, that's important to remember when you're packing a
big salami like you got". That gets him into a laughing jag that I think is
partially covering-up the fact he's excited about his first fuck for sure,
but probably more than a little bit nervous about it as well. I'd been
slowly stroking Dodger's dick while Vinnie's getting my hole slippery.  I
stroked it the same way I stroke Chubby's dick, they're both the same
size. Still slimy with Vinnie's saliva, Dodger's penis looked so tasty I
couldn't wait any longer and meticulously licked it clean of Vinnie's spit,
replacing his spit with my own.  It was so yummy licking this hot boy I
kept right on doing it, licking under his balls and then back further under
his sack of nuts almost to his asshole.  Feeling me licking down there
Dodger slid his ass forward off the edge of the recliner, and there was his
asshole... it looked brand new and pink like the rest of him. Taking a big
lap over his anus and noticing immediately the strong acrid taste making me
think of the skid marks in his bathing suit last summer. It took me four
strong, deliberate licks to clean off the shitty residue around his hole
and I felt like such a derelict doing it too, but I couldn't stop
myself... I'm hooked on both of the Dickers brothers and rimming is soooo
sexy to me. These two brothers are obviously very special and very
unique. As my tongue was getting in Dodger's hole, Vinnie was getting a
second finger up my ass and oh my did it ever feel good.

Lapping Dodger's asshole like a puppy dog gave me such a hard boner, like I
said, rimming arouses the hell out of me.  Dodger had adjusted his legs on
either side of my head, his feet resting on my back, my face tight at his
groin, my nose against the back of his nuts, there was an awesome smell
there to enjoy. Dodger was going with the "Oh yeah... ohh" comments which
he mumbled every few seconds as I lap, lap, lapped his hairless hole. Swear
to God, I'd have cum if I kept it up so I did a final poke with my tongue
inside his hole, then licked from his hole up behind his balls and around
the right side of his scrotum. Lifting my head then caused Dodger to move
his feet back to the floor. In a voice full of amazement he says "That was
so fucking awesome, Dylan.... oh, I loved that". Then talking to Vinnie, he
says, "Something new for you to do, Vinnie".  He was laughing slightly when
he said it, partially a joke, but still in awe at how hot it is to be
rimmed. Vinnie pulled his fingers out of my hole yelling, "Oh no! I'm not
licking your ass, Dodger... no way, that's fucking gross!" Dodger's like,
"Oh yeah, you'll lick it if you want me to fuck you, dude. Dylan's a
senior, we can learn from him." Vinnie's chuckling as he mumbles, "OK then,
when I'm a senior I'll do it too... maybe."

The three of us were loose and relaxed.  I liked that, it also told me they
most likely are doing a lot of sex together because they seemed especially
comfortable being naked.  Vinnie even appeared to be over his initial awe
about his first fuck as he gave my ass a big slap, saying, "Let's get going
here".  I was like, "Ow!' and he giggled and slapped it again harder, then
banged his semi-hard cock inside my crack, saying "I'm just getting my cock
nice and hard for ya, Dylan... I'm gonna slide this big baby way up inside
you and fuck you till you're spewing spunk.  Ain't that kinda what you say
to me, Dodger?" Dodger and I exchanged smirks like, what are ya gonna do,
kids!  I'd already decided I liked Vinnie a lot which is a new thing, not
that I didn't like him before, just didn't know him very well I
guess... he's wicked likable.  But why am I thinking about that when
there's Dodger's yummy, fat penis head right in front of me, begging to be
sucked.  His cock was stiff from the rimming, but as soon as I took it
inside my warm, wet mouth it started firming up a lot more and the head
swelled even fatter than it already was, a surprisingly big mouthful of
penis. Vinnie had a lot of lube in my hole by now and I could hear him
pulling on that big dick of his getting it lubed, and getting it lead-pipe
hard. Tonguing and sucking on Dodgers cock was just as much fun as I
thought it would be and then, unexpectedly, Dodger took a handful of my
long hair on either side of my head, got-up off the recliner and, holding
my head in place, smoothly began moving his hips forward and back, sliding
the fat cock head over my tongue to the back of my throat and then pulling
it back to meet the back of my teeth... over and over, he fucked my mouth
like a pro... kinda like Jake had done. I reached down and stroked my
boner... having two boys do you at the same time is pretty nearly as good
as it can get.

At my backside Vinnie apparently wasn't about to show as much patience as
my rapist had shown, children can be bratty at times... he wanted his cock
inside me and after pressing against my hole firmly for thirty seconds
without a successful entry he grunted with disgust, pulled back his hips
and thrust forward with a lot of force driving the head of that big cock
right past my aching sphincter muscle as he grunted out, "Oh my God
Dodger,this is fucking awesome... Oh oh, jesus... it feels good" and he
plowed in a couple more inches... damn that hurt, but my mouth was full of
cock so I just made protest noises in my throat which were, of course,
ignored or perhaps mistaken for sounds of ecstasy.  Dodger had been
breathing noisily through his nose, seemingly quite aroused himself... he
hissed out a response to Vinnie's enthusiastic review of my ass, "So is
this, dude... our lucky day, Vinnie" and he increased the speed of his
hips, moving that fat cock head back and forth in my mouth, poking at the
back of my throat or bending his knees a bit to push his boner against the
roof of my mouth, then against the inside of one cheek, then the other
caressing the head of that big cock against something wet and warm and
smooth.  Naturally I was breathing totally through my nose, I had little
choice and the smell of Dodger was sweet and getting hotter the more
turned-on Dodger got, I didn't want to ever stop.  My ass was burning, but
so what. Vinnie's cock was probably squeezed pretty tightly too as he'd
stopped pushing further inside me allowing the muscles in my ass to adjust
quickly to the size.

After a few seconds Vinnie mumbles, "This is fantastic, should I be doing
anything different, Dodger?"  My eyes went to the top of my eye sockets
looking at cute Dodger, interested in what advise he'd give his protege. He
had his eyes closed looking real peaceful and content as he murmurs, "I
don't know Vinnie, are you fucking him hard and fast?  Hump his ass like I
do to you.  Smack those nice ass cheeks of Dylan's... let him know who's in
charge."  Vinnie goes, "It's awful tight" but he shoves the rest of his
cock in and it really hurt like hell this time too.  I take it though,
knowing my hole is working full speed ahead accommodating this intrusion
and sure enough, after three fairly painful thrusts things start improving
big time. Vinnie's like, "I got it going now, Dodger!" and he did too, it
began to really feel good except Vinnie was slapping my right buttocks with
every penetration and it was stinging like a bitch.  Comparing Jake's boner
and Vinnie's I guess I gotta admit Jake's was definitely bigger, but I
enjoyed this experience, spankings aside, so much more than the one with
Jake. That's not a surprise, of course, this is a mutual endeavor. Vinnie
wants to fuck me and I want him to do it. If my mouth wasn't so full I
would have told him to ease up a little on the spanking, but other than
that it was hot.  Vinnie was now doing the entire thrust, all seven-plus
inches, almost pulling out, then shoving it right back in... he didn't have
the smooth rhythmic motion that Jake has, or Willie... but what he does
have is a lot of energy and he was pounding my hole, holding onto my hips
with both his hands, slamming his groin against my buttocks with every
thrust... then he'd let go of my hip with his right hand and the loud smack
on my ass follows.  In between moans of pleasure I heard a snicker from
Dodger after a couple of the smacks.  My boner was dripping but I still had
to stroke it a few times to increase the sensations, not too many times
though or I'd pop-off early.

Vinnie's energetic fucking of my hole disrupted the rhythm of Dodger's
mouth fucking unfortunately and caused Dodger to chuckle at the
rambunctiousness of Vinnie and letting go of my hair to sit down on the
recliner.  I went back to sucking him off.  It was awesome, but over rather
abruptly.  The second I tasted precum Dodger goes, "Shit! I'm gonna
cum...." and he literally poured cum into my mouth and throat in a long
hard thin stream.  It happened so fast it caused my old hiccup mistake and
I sucked cum up my sinuses which was then blown out my nose. This has
happened to me a few times before and it's something you don't get use
to... I panic for a second because all my air passages are blocked
temporarily. Blowing hard out my nose, two cum bubbles inflated and then
popped on my upper lip. Dodger pulled his cock out of my mouth when I was
in my temporary panic mode, it startled him.  It was like he got concerned
I'd bite some of his dick off and he couldn't afford to take a chance on
that happening. Soon as it was out of my mouth he began stroking and
pulling on that sopping wet, still hard cock, laughing out loud about the
cum bubbles. I was just getting my nose cleared enough to breath when the
last spurt of cum from Dodger's boner pops out and hit's me right in the
nose, he's back laughing hysterically again.

Vinnie stopped humping my ass, his boner fully inside me, him leaning his
belly against my ass for support... he was laughing too.  I had a really
great, hard boner before the cum in my nose scared me, but now it was only
semi-hard. Running out of laughing gas, Dodger goes, "Oh god, first off,
that was the best blow job I ever had... no offense Vinnie." I looked
behind me, Vinnie was frowning so I guess the comment had hurt his feelings
a little... children can be so sensitive. Dodger, standing up, says, "Don't
be offended Vinnie, it's the rimming that made it so special... you rim me
first, then suck me off like you normally do and it'll probably be as good
or better than Dylan... what do ya say?"  He had walked behind Vinnie, and
adds, "How about you stand up Dylan and we'll have a little train action.
Vinnie goes, "Oh yeah, love trains, I saw that done on a gay site!" and
starts pulling me up, his hands at my armpits. With his boner still up my
ass I struggle up, spreading my legs to accommodate the difference in our
height. Even after that great climax, Dodger still has his boner and he
picked up the little tube of lube and lubes Vinnie's hole. I'm moving my
hips around enjoying being so filled up and Vinnie does a round-house smack
on my ass saying, "Stay still" I swear my cock got harder... that little
fucker pulling some of Willie's dominant shit on me... God, I stroked my
boner right to the point of explosion biting my lip and loving every
second.  Dodger was breathing kinda hard as he pushes his fat-headed boner
up Vinnie's ass. He says, "I told ya you'd get fucked this afternoon,
Vinnie" and then he did a fast rabbit fuck that had Vinnie bouncing into me
going, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah!"  It was real hot so I did a few more strokes on my
dick.  Vinnie was blowing a lot of air at the back of my neck in between
the "Ah!" exclamations, he certainly does like getting fucked.  Then I can
feel Dodger change from fast humps to hard, sharp thrust up Vinnie's ass
and with that Vinnie tried duplicating the move with his monster cock in my
ass... they couldn't get in time with each other, but there were a lot of
"Oh" and "Ah" coming from all of us.  They communicated as they humped,
trying to get their humping timed... it felt so hot, so sexy knowing that
Dodger had his cock up the ass of the boy who's fucking me. I can't explain
it, but it was just so much sexier knowing that.  I stroked my boner
dangerously close to climax again, it felt so good, this is one of the best
afternoons ever....

A minute later the boys got in sync and Vinnie's fucking was immediately
much smoother, my boner was sticking up against my belly dripping precum
and in danger of splitting open.  Vinnie had grabbed a big fistful of hair
from the back of my head to hold be back against him with and with his
other hand he smacked my ass every time Dodger smacked his. Vinnie's tight
little body bumping and bouncing off my back... his large cock pounding far
up my asshole and it was a wonderful thing. He made a moaning sound with
every hump up my ass.  The boy didn't last long after Dodger entered his
hole though and when he climaxed he made a sound like a girl screaming in
my ear... a girl who'd just seen a mouse run up her leg maybe... almost
hysterical, high pitched screech while at the same time giving my hair such
a hard pull I almost toppled over backwards.  After his initial shot of cum
he let go of my hair to wrap his arms around me and do little nips at my
shoulder, little bites with each blast of cum shooting out of his cock and
up my ass.  The slippery wet messy feeling was immediate back there... just
the thought of having this fifteen year old boy climaxing his creamy teen
spunk inside me blew the lid off my cock... a long string of cum shot
upward and, due to the jerking around of our bodies, actually ended up on
me, a string of cum from my shoulder down, over Vinnie's arm, and down to
my belly button.  I let out a "Ohhhhhhhhh god!" with the initial shot, then
"Ahh..." with the next two smaller versions.  Vinnie hung on to me even
after a euphoric Dodger pulled out of him and then gave his ass two smacks
before going on to talk excitedly about our three-way, totally pumped-up
and excitedly describing his own awesome climax earlier, then laughing
again about the cum bubbles, all the while Vinnie still clinging to me, his
cock still inside me. I'm looking at Dodger, nodding my head slightly
backward at the clinging Vinnie, an expression on my face like, what the
fuck....?  Which gets Dodger into another laughing fit and I hear Vinnie,
who's laughing himself now, say, "I don't give a shit... I'm never pulling
my cock out of Dylan. it feels too good in there..."

He did pull out after humping my hole a little longer, the head of his cock
got wicked sensitive.  The three of us were in the best moods ever.  I say
to Vinnie, "Awesome fuck, dude... I can't believe that was your first time,
but what's with all the dominant behavior? Ya know.. I liked it, just
didn't expect it."  Vinnie didn't know what I was talking about and we
laughed while discussing it all.  Looking at him, his youthful face and now
with the boyish buzz cut and it gave me another boner... you know, thinking
that it was this little kid doing me up like that, it's a turn-on for
me. Vinnie was completely lost with the dominant/submissive stuff, he had
as difficult a time understand or even believing that stuff as he had with
Dodger's fetish.  Or, maybe he was having a little innocent fun playing
dumb, either way I was enjoying myself. There was no doubt in my mind we'd
go a second round so it surprised me when the boys started getting
dressed. I discovered Vinnie needed to be home to watch his baby sister
while his mother went food shopping and they had to hurry.  Man, that let
the wind out of my sails quickly, but I made myself look at the bright side
of things... which is to say, maybe more three-ways in the future.  I
definitely wanted Vinnie to be the caboose of my train. We didn't hug or
anything, just "Dude, that was hot... see ya!" as if we'd just finished a
pick-up game of basketball or something.  After they left I laid on the
recliner daydreaming about sucking Dodger's cock and about Vinnie fucking
my ass, dominating my ass actually... it made me jealous of Andy who was
probably getting dominated by Willie right this second.  Ya know what? I'm
not as OK as I thought I'd be about Willie having a boyfriend on the
side... and I have one myself so you'd think I'm be understanding about it.
Well, I understand it, I just don't like it and I spent a whole dumb hour
being jealous... what a waste of time.

Turning on the CD player loud I listened to Ben's Brother the English Rock
group do Stuttering as I started Chubby and my dinner.  Regular night with
Chubby, meaning fabulous, even included a wrestling match that, for once,
he initiated. It's a excellent way to get lots of bodily contact, including
face to face... oh, the boner I got from that was excellent and in bed that
night I jerked off alternating scenes in my head of Chubby and me in a
wrestling embrace, the sides of our sweaty faces together, or me sucking
Dodger's cock, or Vinnie fucking me while smacking my ass and pulling my
hair... a great jerk-off climax resulted.  Chubby drove us to school
Thursdays which is the other school day I need to stay after school to do
my senior editor duties for the Framingham Eagle, our school newspaper.
This Thursday is also the day Ray is suppose to tell me if he needs me to
do some boy on boy sex, strictly as an experiment to see if it interest
him.  I already think I know it would or he wouldn't be thinking about it,
but will he agree to do the experiment?... that is the question. Elliot's
still down with strep throat and he will be till early next week.  It's
like a quarantine or something he's dealing with. I got a test paper back
in Chemistry... ninty.  Fabulous!

After school at the newspaper office Connor offered me this joke for the
Eagle's humor section: A salesman checks into a futuristic hotel in Tokyo,
Japan. Down from his room were a bank of vending machines.  One stated
haircut fifteen dollars... he thought what the fuck, give it a try and
sticks his head in the opening and hears a whirling sound and a breeze and
in thirty seconds he has a fine haircut.  Another machine read manicures
ten dollars and the guy says, why not. He sticks his hands in the opening
and thirty seconds later he has a perfect manicure.  This is great he
thinks, look good for the business meeting tomorrow. He gets dinner from
another machine and goes to his room intrigued about the vending machine
that stated service that men often need when away from their wives for too
long... two dollars. He eats a great meal and then can't resist trying that
other machine. He's horny as hell and could use a jerk-off or blow-job so
he looks up and down the hall and, seeing no one, whips out his cock and
puts it in the slot. The whirling sound begin and after about fifteen
second the man lets out a blood curling scream and pulls his cock out to
see a button sewn neatly on the end of it. Ouch!  We're laughing our nuts
off.  I go, "Hmmm, that's close but it might offend the two Japanese
student we have here at Framingham High so best we not include that joke in
this month's paper.  Connors like, "You're hard to please, Dylan, but if
you need a button sewn to the head of your cock I'd like to offer to do it
for you, no charge. OK, dude?" and he was gone... we already had our humor
for this months paper from Tuesday's meeting, he'd just stopped in to tell
me the joke and... and what?  He's so tall and hot, very cool too. Love his
mouth.

It was going to be a shorter Eagle session today than Tuesday because I'd
gotten so much done then.  Ray was the third reporter this afternoon and I
was apprehensive about what I'd hear from him... I didn't get a clue what
it was going to be from the expression on his face when he walked into that
tiny office. He sat down without looking at me, a move his brother would
make but not Ray so that didn't bode well. He gets better looking and
hunkier every time I see him, something hot about him that I just can't put
my finger on... some natural quality that I'm attracted to. I know I'm
gonna be disappointed and I've told myself it's my own fucking fault... he
was ready to go Tuesday.  On Tuesday he asked me if anyone was at my house,
he wanted us to go at it that afternoon... dammit!  I say, "Sup Ray, you're
looking good today, dude... I like that T ya got on."  He scratched his
head, took a deep breath, and says, "Dylan, you're probably not
gonna............


to be continued.....       Chapter 5 (Andy)


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