Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2009 04:50:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR     Chapter 5  (ANDY)    by Donny Mumford

		  DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR   by Donny Mumford

			  Chapter five     (Andy)

Ray's body language wasn't encouraging, he wouldn't look at me but maybe
I'm reading too much into that as he appears to be checking-out his
sneakers, then he leaned down to re-tie one. Another not too encouraging
sign was Ray saying, "You're probably not gonna..." a sentence that begins
with those words isn't likely to conclude with what I wanna hear.  I'm
afraid our adventure of discovering, the one concerning Ray's potential
gayness is over before it ever got started, but wait, maybe not. Ray
finished his sentence "You're probably not gonna" with, "believe this, but
I tried Brussels sprouts and they're OK, not something I'd want all the
time, but OK.  So now I'm wondering something Dylan, and it's this... what
if that same thing happens when I do something queer with you? You know,
what if I think it's OK, but not something I'd want to do all the time?
What does that tell us? It doesn't seem very conclusive."

Yeah, what does that tell us?  Good question, but rather than thinking of
an answer I'm staring at Ray thinking 'this is getting ridiculous',
referring to Ray's attractiveness. He's looking hotter every time I see
him... perhaps more on the handsome side than the cute side, but since he's
only sixteen he's still got a lot of boyishness left in his face and that
qualifies as cute all by itself. And ya know, his voice is very boyish too,
sounds kinda like a thirteen year old boy, or maybe a twelve year old just
into puberty... something like that. Very bright clear brown eyes, now with
steady eye contact, and he just seems to have a very nice over-all demeanor
about him.  Very deferential to me, which is a relatively new thing to
experience. Well, Robby's like that with me a lot too, but we're in love.
This is more of a respectful thing, Ray treats me with respect.  At least
that's what I get out of it although I could be totally off base here.  I
 like his new haircut too... even shorter than before, it's cut in my
favorite style which is short, combed down on top and flipped up in
front. I used to wear my hair that way, before meeting Willie and... well,
you know how that went.  And this is also new... Ray's let his peach fuzz
early-beard grow for a few days.  He's one of those kids getting early
whiskers... Ray's are on his upper lip, under his sideburns a little, and
along his jaw a little too.  He hasn't shaved for a while now.  When I saw
him on Tuesday the outline of whiskers was just beginning to be noticeable.
His whiskers actually go nicely with his olive complexion and handsome
face.  The whiskers aren't all that long... very fine, curly, soft-looking
light brown whiskers... actually, the texture appears more like curly hair,
than whiskers. He's got dark brown hair but light brown whiskers, that's
odd. I'll surly have blond whiskers when I get them, ugh! So far I haven't
seen anything on my face that looks like the beginning of a beard, thank
God!  Most of the boys I hang-out with still have baby faces, not even
peach fuzz yet and I much prefer that, but on Ray the premature beard works
somehow.  I'm getting the hots for this kid and I'm not exactly sure
why... everything combined I guess, the whole package.  I like his earring
too, understated small hoop. Maybe I'll get a new hoop, my earring is the
same one I got in Wildwood last summer and a change might be in
order. Think I'll ask Willie about that.  If I bring it up I bet he buys
new ones for both of us... oh, I should say all three of us.  Damn!  Can't
forget little Andy.

But to hell with that now, I got hot Ray Ellis sitting across from me and
he's asked a good question... he wants to know what it means if we try
something gay and the results don't point one way or the other. The sex is
not anything special, but not anything horrible either.  I'm still avoiding
that good question though, preferring to deal with something easier at the
moment, I say, "Oh my God, you actually had the guts to try Brussels
sprouts? ... did your Mom freak out when you asked for them?" Now that I
was done ogling him, I have the time to think about his question.  He
grinned his grin, the one Elliot has too, and says, "Yeah, she just about
feinted. Dad and Elliot hate Brussels sprouts, but Mom likes them so she
got a small amount and served them for her and me.  She put bacon bits,
butter, salt, and pepper on them and like I said, they were OK. But, after
eating them it wasn't like I wanted them the next day. If Mom gets them for
herself sometime, I can eat a few, no problem. So, it leaves things up in
the air a little, don't it Dylan? And I'm not trying to be a pain in the
ass with this, it's just the way it turned out. If you'd have said turnips
instead of Brussels....."

Ray was off to the races again with his marathon sentences... he gets
started talking and doesn't know how to stop.  While trying to come up with
a logical response to his question I again get sidetracked, this time I
find myself looking at Ray's sexy mouth as he talks.  He's got a real nice
clean looking mouth with nicely shaped rosy red lips, sparkling white
teeth, everything else I can see is pink, real yummy looking... it reminds
me of the mouth on that super sexy little Vinnie De Marco, Dodger's
fuck-buddy. Now I'm squirming at the thought of yesterday afternoon with
those two boys... Jesus, was that ever a hot time.  Had to adjust my
equipment with Ray watching me do it, him still talking. With that mouth of
his, and that boyish voice, it's cool listening and looking at him, but I
do need to come up with something to say when he eventually does stop
talking... hmmm, but what?  I finally do come up with something so, holding
up my hand to slow Ray down, I go, "Ah, Ray... let me interrupt you for a
second, dude. Brussels sprouts, turnips, whatever the vegetable; I
mentioned it only as an example of how you can make a better judgement
about something when you've tried it, experienced it. However, I didn't
mean to imply that trying something necessarily leads to a definitive black
or white conclusion... it will always tell you something you didn't know
before though.

Ray's no dummy, he's thinking and then says, "Like I'm bi about them, to
use a sex term. I can take them or leave them, right?" I say, "That's not a
real good analogy, Ray.  You'd need to like gay sex more than the way you
feel about Brussels sprouts to be bi-sexual I would think. You'd need to
like it enough to participate in gay sex a well as participating in
straight sex... not just tolerate it. "By the way, you do participate in
straight sex, right?"  He looks away and says, "Not really" then he looks
back at me and says, in a defensive manner, "I'm only sixteen ya know". He
seemed a bit uncomfortable for the first time today, so I tell him, "We're
talking about real personal stuff here, and it'll stay between us, I
promise. Anyway, just because you're not dating girls doesn't mean you're
gay. Let me ask you something else that's very personal... what do you
think about when you're jerking off?" Ray goes, "What....?" and then he
gets into a self-induced coughing fit. His face got red, either from
embarrassment or from the effort he put into the fake coughing, it was so
obviously fake that I'm pretty sure I know what it is he's thinking about
when he's yanking on his monkey... he's thinking about boys.

Feeling bad for him because being gay is apparently not what he wants to
be, I walked around the desk to pat him on the back helping with his phony
coughing. What I'd really like to do is cuddle with this strong looking kid
and tell him it's OK to be gay. Ray's coughing subsided and I squeeze the
back of his neck, like I'm always doing to Chubby, and mumble, "We don't
need to talk about this now if you don't want to...  that's a very private
and personal thing, pounding your pudding, I mean... what or who you think
about when you're doing it is your business, Ray." He says, "Oh, I guess
it's OK Dylan, I came to you for advise so I guess you got the right to ask
things like that."  I say, "Well then, if ya don't mind telling me, what is
it that you fantasize about when you're, you know....?" I'm still standing
next to him so he looks up for eye contact and says, "Sometimes Jo Anne
Murphy from my English lit class and sometimes, well mostly..." I'm
 like, "Yeah, mostly....?" He mumbles, "Mostly Kevin Jonas..." I'm like, "A
kid in school?" and he says, "Noooo, the Jonas Brothers rock group..." and
I'm like, "Oh yeah, they're cool. OK, so you're maybe bi, that's
fine... nothing wrong with that, dude" and I'm patting his shoulder, not
sure what to do or say next.  Just speculating, but I gotta believe this is
a real bitch for Ray... this conversation's gotta be painful. I couldn't be
this forthright with someone I hardly knew, not about personal stuff like
this... no fucking way.

Ray was avoiding my eyes again as he goes into a marathon explanation of
his confused state of desire while jerking off, his windy explanation
amounted to this... he wasn't willing to admit his infatuation with Kevin
Jonas makes him bi because it's a singular thing... that is, no other boy
gets him hot, so the Kevin thing is just a freaky one-in-a-million
infatuation.  His rationalization won't hold water, and I don't believe him
anyway, but I'll let it slide for the moment. When he'd finished with this
three minute monologue describing, in essence, what I just summarized, I
go, "So now there are three things causing you to wonder about your sexual
orientation... the Kevin thing, the fact you enjoyed licking your brother's
tongue, and your concern that Elliot's gay and that you may have the same
gay gene he has. On Tuesday you told me about only two things, now it's
three... is there anything else?" Ray's eyebrows go up and he stares into
my eyes, all innocent like, and says, "No, Dylan... now I've come clean on
everything... what do you think, am I a queer?"  He's so likable. I forced
myself to saunter back around the desk for fear I actually would hug him.
There is also a danger of me doing or saying something else that I'd regret
or feel stupid about later so I warned myself to think twice before I did
or said anything. I was feeling real compassion for Ray, the sincerity in
his voice and the almost comically desperate manner in which he asked that
question "Am I a queer?" ... mostly though, my compassion for him is that
I'm pretty sure he already knows the answer to his question, and he's
desperate for a different one.

Ray's looking at me with those puppy dog eyes like maybe I've got a magical
answer that will make everything the way he wishes it to be. "Well Ray,
I've read that some guys have gay flings in their early teen years but then
go on to live totally heterosexual lives as adults, so that might be a
little bit of what you're going through now".  He seemed to like that
possibility a lot and his face brightened.  He says, "Oh, is that right?  I
hadn't heard that."  I nodded and said, "Sometimes it's just circle-jerks
with buddies, but others take it much further... like I said, that's what
I've read anyway". I had his attention now, he's nodding his head, wanting
to hear more about this new hope for him.  I say, "But as far as your
question... are you a queer... remember what I told you when we started?  I
said that I'm not an expert on anything, so my answer to you is a definite
I don't know.  You might be queer, or you might not, but let's be
honest... you do have some leanings, or at least some interest in gay sex,
so there's that to consider."  He mumbles, "Well then, can we do an
experiment? I mean if you're willing to do this for me... I wanna know what
I'm feeling while doing the real thing".  More trusting, puppy dog eyes
staring back at me... Jesus, the pressure. First his brother Elliot and now
this.

Pressure to do the right thing for Ray... hoping I'd be doing this for him,
and not me taking advantage of him. I want to help him but I can't lie to
myself either. The truth is he's hot and I'd like to do some buddy sex with
him.  Ray says, "If we do something... well, truth is I'm kinda scared, so
could we start with something real simple, maybe?  You know, and see how it
goes..." I nod my head again, and say, "Sure Ray, and only if you really
want to... don't be the least bit hesitant about backing out at any
time. We're only doing this if it will help you, OK?" Once again, he
wouldn't look at me as he was mumbling, "Thanks, Dylan. You're the
best... I really appreciate this and I'd never have asked you in the first
place except you said you'd messed around with gay sex a little. You
probably can tell that I'm hoping to discover I don't like doing gay stuff
with you, but don't take it as me dissing you if....." and he was off
talking a blue streak again.  I let myself be a little excited then
because, like I've said, he's very attractive to me.  I had to adjust my
crotch again and then bite my bottom lip to refrain from shouting
"YES!"... instead of doing that I listened to Ray's dissertation on why he
thinks he's straight but wants to be sure, and about how much he
appreciates my helping him.

Eventually he wound-down and finished with, "You said nobody was home at
your house after school, Dylan... ya think we could do something together a
little bit sexy today?" There's no reason not to, everyone on the newspaper
staff has taken off already, but it's still kinda early for me to leave the
office so I'm hesitating before answering and then, out of the corner of my
eye I see a reporter waiting to talk with me leaning against the back wall.
Keeping it as casual as I could, I say "Nobody will be at my house after
four, my Mom leaves for work then, so if ya wanna try something then, we
can."  I nod my head toward the waiting reported outside and said," Let me
deal with Ronny Lister first. OK?"  Ray looks out and sees Ronny, then
stands, takes a big breath, and says "Oh sure, of course...", he takes
another one of his big breaths and says, "What do ya think we should try?"
I'm a little excited, but like Ray I'm a little nervous too, it's new
 territory for me being a mentor and the responsibility takes some of the
edge off my excitement. I say, "I don't know, Ray... we'll do whatever you
want... you can think about it while I'm talking to Ronny, OK?."  He nods
his head, I could tell he wasn't sure of himself, but appeared determined
to do something. Walking around the desk, I pat him on the back and sort of
usher him out while waving Ronny in.

Ronny is not cute, but he had written a story about foreign exchange
students that was a winner so I spent a half hour with him getting it
polished up a bit.  This story will get me some brownie points with the
faculty advisor, get Ronny some too.  Feeling good about that, I was in an
upbeat frame of mind leaving the office. Smiling at Ray and patting him on
the back again, I say, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Ray... just gotta stop
off at the auditorium and then we'll be on our way." I needed to tell Jay,
who's in rehearsal for the school musical, that I'm leaving early and
wouldn't need my normal Thursday ride home with him. On the way to the
auditorium Ray says, "Well, um... I've been thinking about what we can do,
Dylan... to start with, I mean. Obviously, you'll eventually suck my dick,
that's one of the things the so-called little brothers are suppose to do,
and I kinda want to do the things my friend did, not the things his little
brother did... you know.  Mainly my friend was screwing his brother up the
ass so I'll be doing that to you too, not the other way around, but we need
to work up to that because I can't imagine myself doing any of this
now... not even you giving me a blow job right now actually, that's for the
future. Today you can jerk me off for starters and I'll see how I like
that... no one but me has ever touched my dick before so that'll be new."
Oh man, I wanted to laugh out loud at his presumptuousness, but even though
the urge was strong to do that, instead I did my own version of a phony
coughing fit with him patted my back for me this time... pat, pat, pat "You
OK, Dylan?"

He seemed so innocent saying that stuff about me blowing him, so matter of
fact, his frankness really took me by surprise.  Done with the phony
coughing, I quietly say, "You like the male role, in gay sex... so ta
speak.  Is that right?"  He goes, "Yeah, I guess so, I never thought of it
in that way though. Whenever my friend talked about the brother sex, he and
I always were the ones doing the fucking or getting our peckers sucked so,
yeah... that's the only thing I'd try.  I can't hardly believe I'd even be
doing that, what you call the male role, but it's been on my mind some ever
since my friend told me about it... and that must mean something.  You've
had experience in these areas when you messed around with your brother,
right?".  This would be funny except the idea of sucking his cock and him
fucking me had me playing with myself briefly as we walked.  I said, "I
don't have a brother, I messed around with a close friend. By the way, what
you and I say to each other is strictly private Ray, remember that. My
friend and I wanted to experiment with gay sex for the fun of it so, yes,
I've experience those things. Actually, there aren't a helluva lot of other
things to do after sucking and fucking, ya know?" and I chuckled, trying to
lighten things up... he's so serious.

A minute ago Ray said he's been thinking some about what his friend
suggested they have their brothers do, but I'm betting it's been on his
mind more than some.  We don't know each other that well and yet we're on
our way to my bedroom for a touch of gay sex so it's got to be pretty
important to him.  I'm confident now that I'm not taking advantage of
him... this is what Ray wants to do.  And, oh my God... it's such a hoot
that he just assumes I'd be willing to suck his cock and have him fuck
me... it's kinda unbelievable actually. He's either a great actor or he's
more naive and innocent than most sixteen year old boys. The fact that we
don't know each other that well, it just occurred to me, may be exactly why
he choose me for his sex buddy. Maybe he also feels safe and somehow
comfortable with me. Hmmm?  Guess I really don't care all that much what
the reason is, unless it's because he thinks I'm gay.  If he thinks that,
how many other kids might be thinking it too.  In a offhanded manner I
asked, "Why me, Ray? You mentioned that Elliot said I was trustworthy, any
other reason you came to me with this?"  He goes, "Well, I do trust you,
and your also a senior, and the senior editor, and you kinda caught me off
guard to be honest... you know, when you asked if it was me that I was
wondering about being gay. I just blurted out that it was me. And mostly,
like I already told ya, I never would have asked you except you said you'd
messed around with queer stuff before yourself.  When you said that I knew
I'd come to the right guy.  My friend told me months ago that doing some
gay sex with a brother was a more common thing than I realized and I guess
he was right about that... it got me thinking about it, and months later
I'm still thinking about it, so.... ya know."  It sounds reasonable if one
considers it's the logic of a sixteen year old boy.  Then Ray added this,
"Also, when you said you'd had experience in these things it kinda hit me
that we're the same size and all and so would fit together pretty
good... and you look OK, you're kinda good looking is what I mean... I
couldn't make myself try this with some fat slob or something, and I
respect you and since....."  Off he went on another tangent and I couldn't
help but think how close to home he hit with that fat slob comment.  My
mentor, Carl Denton, who fucked me a couple dozen times probably would
qualify as a fat slob to Ray so his standards are higher than mine were.
He continued his monologue, it was cut short only because we entered the
auditorium where rehersal was going on.  I go, "Shhh Ray, we'll get yelled
at". He was giggling nervously at something, I looked over at him and he
blushed, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Oh fuck! I just realized
that some of the stuff I've been saying might sound gay... does it?"  I
whispered back, my lips brushing his ear "Don't worry about it... this is a
little experiment between you and me and nobody else. And anyway, we're
talking about gay stuff so of course it'll sound gay at times...OK?" He
said, "You really are a good guy, Dylan... always easing my mind, thanks,
man".

Motioning Jay over I told him I was going home early today and I'd see him
tomorrow.  He was cool with that.  He asked Ray about Elliot and we found
out Elliot would be out of school at least until next Monday with his case
of strep throat. As Ray and I are leaving school I'm thinking "Damn, first
Elliot Ellis and now Ray Ellis, jeez, what an unusual streak I've been on
lately".  On the way to my place we talked about Elliot, the Red Sox, and
the Celtics... we did not talk about gay sex. I smoked two cigarettes in a
row which I rarely do, but hell... this is a real adventure I'm involved in
here.  Whoa!, my first week back after my coma and some totally unexpected
developments have fallen into my lap, and this deal with Ray is right up
there with the strangest and most unexpected. I mean, in a few minutes I'm
gonna be stroking Ray Ellis' cock... who could have predicted that.  If
things evolve over the next couple of weeks like I think they will, I'm
gonna be tasting his dick and then that boy's gonna be fucking me up the
ass like his friend did to that kid's little brother. First fifteen year
old Vinnie De Marco fucks me, and probably sixteen year old Ray Ellis will
and, come to think of it, on Saturday eighteen year old Willie Worthington
will be fucking me too.  Now, if I can come up with a seventeen year old to
fuck me I'll have the teen years pretty well covered... hmmm, I wonder how
old Andy is.  I'm on board with all this, call me a slut if you must, but
at my age I wanna go for the gold whenever I can..

Ray was rambling on and on about a Red Sox game he and his father were at
last year, I'm marveling how ya just don't know about guys.  I mean, before
Tuesday there was no doubt in my mind Ray was straight and now I'm almost
positive he's gay.  I guess he's a pretty good actor at being the straight
type, but then something occurred to me... I wasn't a good actor all those
years I thought I was straight... I wasn't acting at all. It was just a
case where I didn't allow my conscious mind to accept that I'm gay.  Carl
shocked my system into the reality of it all until I couldn't lie to myself
about the obvious any longer, the obvious being that I loved getting
fucked. Later I discovered I love fucking too, and sucking cock, and
rimming... yes, I love it, but a year ago I didn't consciously know any of
that. I wonder if Ray will discover the same things. He could surprise me
and not even get a hard-on when I'm jerking him off, or... I don't know,
anything might happen.  It's exciting, life I mean, with all the unexpected
things that pop-up on you.  It's mostly cool as long as you aren't doing
anything foolishly dangerous or forcing anything on anyone, Carl taught me
that... and maybe the Marine taught me some stuff too.

Going up the front steps to my condo Ray chuckled nervously and mumbled,
"Ya think we could also try that tongue thing I did on Elliot?  That's if I
can even remember what it was I did exactly, I was kinda wasted, at the
time.  Ya know, if...?"  I interrupted another potential monologue with,
"Yeah, OK... we'll give it a try, but let me brush my teeth and gargle
first, dude.  I've been smoking and that ain't too cool if ya don't smoke
yourself."  Rays like, "Yeah, sure... fuck, I'm nervous, Dylan. That's
wicked weird, isn't it...?"  I was fumbling with the key to the front door
rambling on a little bit myself, saying, "Me too, Ray... it'll be OK
though, don't worry. There's nothing wrong with a little experimentation,
that's how ya learn shit.  I'm looking forward to learning something new
too, ya know... Ya never stop learning stuff about yourself, that's what
I've discovered."  More blah, blah, blah... guess I'm more than a little
nervous myself actually.  Inside the condo Ray asked for a beer to quiet
his nerves. I gotta be careful with Ray and the beers though, he's gotten
himself wasted in the past.  Anyway, I gave him a bottle of beer from a six
pack Jake left here, then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I
brushed, gargled, took a pee and, while washing my hands, hear the
refrigerator door open and close...  guess Ray's getting another beer.
What the hell, I didn't need to brush my teeth and gargle afterall, not if
he's gonna have beer breath.  Willie and I have made-out after drinking,
but both of us were drinking so you don't notice the booze taste or
smell. I'll take a swig of Ray's beer, that's all ya need to even out the
taste. Boy! I get to kiss that great mouth of his, wish he wasn't drinking
beer though so I could sample his natural taste.

In the kitchen Ray was indeed on his second beer, he held it up and said,
"I'm more nervous than I thought I'd be, sorry".  I go, "Give me a swig
Ray" he handed the bottle to me and I took a mouthful and swirl it around
in my mouth before swallowing it.  Yuck!  Beer taste like shit but it gives
ya a nice high if you can get three or four bottles down.  "Come on in my
bedroom, Ray"... he takes a long swallow of beer, then follows me.  I sit
him down at my desk and make up a half truth, "Ray, when I messed around
with my bud we usually started by getting use to the feel of each other." I
was remembering how Robby and me started by doing massages and how that
turned into intimate touching, then kissing, then everything.  Ray takes
another swallow of beer, burps, and says, "OK, go ahead". "We'll start with
a massage" I was rubbing his shoulder at first, and then I began my idea of
a massage which is basically squeezing handfuls of Ray's shoulders, the
back of his neck, and his biceps... I've never had a real massage so I
don't know anything about it really, Robby and I just did whatever we
thought might feel good.  Even though Robby's an athlete, with a tight
body, Ray's arms and shoulders were definitely more muscular than
Robby's. I'd rub an area roughly and then squeeze a handful of him there,
then a quick squeeze behind his neck, then rub my finger tips up the back
of his head.  I know from Robby's massages, done the same way I do mine,
that a series like the one I just did often creates chills and tingling
sensations down the back which is a good feeling. So, rubbing then
squeezing, then a quick tight grab at the back of the neck followed
immediately by the fingers of both hands going up the back of the head
massaging the scalp is what I was doing, doing it repeatedly.  One minute
into this made-up version of a massage Ray's saying, "Fuck, Dylan... this
feels great.  I never had a massage before and it really rocks." His body
shivered right after he said that so I knew he'd just gotten one of those
tingling chills up his back.  His body soon became real loose under the
control of my hands and when I massaged the back of his head he let his
head fall forward, chin on his chest, as docile as Robby gets when I'd
doing him.

After five minutes or so I was massaging Ray's whole head pulling it back
against my belly with a hand on his forehead, his eyes closed as he quietly
mumbled, "Ahhh this is nice, dude..." the almost empty beer bottle held,
forgotten, in his right hand.  I reached down and took the bottle without
Ray even opening his eyes. Pushing his head forward slightly and rubbing
the back of his neck I leaned down to his ear and quietly said, "I'm going
to put my mouth against yours now, leave your head loose like this, I'll
hold it with both hands, stay relaxed and don't freak out, OK?" He nodded
that he was cool with that and didn't even flinch when, with a hand on
either side of his head, I lightly pressed my lips to the side of his
mouth. I held it there for a few seconds then put the tip of my tongue in
between his lips and he opened his mouth a little. With my arm sliding down
around his neck now, holding our faces together, I kissed him and he opened
his mouth a little wider so my tongue could go in, we licked our tongues
together. Naturally I started getting a hard-on the second we did our first
sloppy kiss, that first one was followed by one of those kisses where I'm
sucking his upper lip in between my lips, and then I went back to
conventional wet tongue kissing. Ray opened his mouth some more and kissed
back fully now, raising his arms to hug around my neck, the biceps muscles
bulging... we were moving our heads slightly, getting hotly into the make
out, his beginner-beard was soft against my cheek and chin ... Ray let a
moan slip out and I snuck a peek at his lap where a big bulge appeared, it
was even a bigger bulge than the ones made by his biceps.

He's gay alright, and he knows it too, although he hasn't accepted it yet.
Ray and Elliot are gay brothers... Dodger and Robby are gay
brothers... does gayness run in families?  I didn't used to think so, but I
can't be thinking about that now anyway, Ray's too hot for
words... concentrate on him.  He's so good at this make-out, he must have
done it before. I'm starting to think him and that friend that was sent
away to the Military academy must have been doing more than talking about a
little messing around. Could it be Ray's using me as a replacement for his
friend, who was actually Ray's fuck-buddy?  No, that's not it... Ray's too
sincere about all this, but then how'd he learn to do a gay make-out so
well?  He smells nice, like a boy, but not as yummy as his brother... even
so, to me Ray's sexier. Sliding my lips away from Ray's mouth, dragging my
tongue along his face till my lips were on his ear I wetly whispered, "Open
your pants and I'll jerk you off".  Ray sounded out of breath telling me,
"I almost blew a load in my pants already, Dylan... that massage and
kissing combination is hot. Now, please don't laugh at me, but I already
got a boner." He's fumbling with the snap on his jeans, then the zipper,
and then out the slit in front of his boxer shorts comes a real nice
looking cut boner about five and a half inches long, and quite a hefty
fellow too. Dark pubes around the base and I'm guessing some large-sized
nuts are down there too. Funny that Elliot would have a little bit longer
cock that Ray, I'd have thought it would be the other way around. Putting
my tongue back in that nice warm, wet mouth of Rays I began stroking his
boner and a minute later he stops kissing and licking to go, "Ah ah ah oh
ah... I'm cumming..." and he did too.  I looked down just in time to see a
long spurt of cum shooting out of his pee slit followed by five or six
shorter strings of cum... real fast spurts.  Ray was bobbing all around,
his legs shot out straight, he grabbed me around the chest with both arms
and his body shuttered so hard my body shook too.  He mumbles, "Oh my God,
that was something... shit!..."  and, knocking my hand away, he began
stroking his swollen cock much faster than I'd been doing. His hand wrapped
around that fat thing so tightly his knuckles were white.

Backing away I'm staring intently at this hot sixteen year old boy doing
what all boys do, pulling on his cock. Ray's a real stud puppy, his body,
face, dick... the whole package is an A+. I forced myself to break off my
staring before I got caught doing it and instead looked around for a box of
tissues to mop up some of that cum, at the same time asking, "You always
explode like that, dude?  Whoa, that was a lot of spunk".  Taking a big
breath he says, "Yeah, I got some wild climaxes in me alright, and that
sure was a big one. Felt fantastic too" I gotta believe he's going to draw
some logical conclusions from this, but he surprises me again by saying,
"Making out with my eyes closed is pretty much like my fantasies, ya know?
I can pretend I'm making out with Jo Anne or Kevin Jonas, so that doesn't
tell me much more than the Brussels sprouts thingie told me about me being
queer. And, of course... if me, you, or the man in the moon is stroking my
cock it's going to get a climax out of me every time, so that don't prove
much either, except that I like you enough that it didn't prevent me from
shooting off." Ok, he's in denial...  he's the one who suggested kissing
and jerking-off in the first place.  I go, "To be honest, I'm leaning
toward you being at least bi Ray, unless you're just going through a phase
of gay experimentation, a teenager thing, like we talked about
before. Whatever the case, you just experienced orgasm from a sexual
activity that definitely qualifies as gay, but maybe as an adult you'll
still be totally hetero". He was pulling up his fly, saying, "But you're
not sure, right?  It could be like my fantasies. You said you weren't an
expert, so you can't be sure." What the hell, let him fool himself if he
must... I say, "That's right Ray, I'm not an expert."

Well, I'm enough of an expert to know I'm gay, and to know that Ray has
given me a mild case of blue balls which unfortunately I'm in no position
to do anything about at at the moment.  Making out with Ray and watching
his climax got me aroused alright, but I wouldn't dare say anything about
that to him.  As far as Ray knows I never even got excited during our
little experiment.  Then, as if he's reading my mind, he asked, "Was it
kinda hot for you, Dylan?"  I lied, "Um, I was concentrating on trying to
stimulate you, Ray... I didn't pay much attention to it being hot".  He
seemed to believe that as he stands up and says, "Can I have another beer?"
I told him the beers weren't mine so I couldn't let him have another one
and he accepted that and asked, "What can we do now?"  I made a startled
face, chuckled and said, "Something else sexy you mean?"  He didn't mean
that, he just wanted to hang out.  I can't figure Ray out.  After cleaning
Ray's spunk up we went out for a walk. I wanted to smoke and that's usually
an outdoor activity.  We walked and talked, mostly about the fifteen minute
experience in my room.  Ray did most of the talking as usual, and he even
seemed to talk himself partially into my way of thinking.  He was at least
considering the possibility he was bi, and then at one point he said, "You
might even be totally right about that bi thing Dylan because if I'm honest
with myself, I knew in my head it was you and me making out.  I tried to
think of Jo Anne but pictured you instead, so yeah, you're right.  It's
hard admitting that, but I guess I gotta.  Just to be sure though, can we
do that same thing again next time, I mean before we move on to you sucking
my cock... ya know, like we said.  Would that be OK?"  As I mentioned
before, I had to fight the urge to laugh out loud at his outrageous
approach to all this, he doesn't seem to see how most guys would take
that... most guys wouldn't be too thrilled about accepting the way he says,
"before we move on to you sucking my cock". Most would likely say something
to the effect, "fuck you dude, you suck my cock, fag" ... lot of guys would
say that even if they were gay.  Can Ray actually be this naive?  Was I
this naive two years ago at age sixteen, was I that naive a year ago
letting Carl do the sexual things he did to me? Maybe I was, but it's hard
to imagine now.  Still, Ray has that likable quality and said the phrase
you sucking my cock somehow still maintaining his deferential tone, even
sounding submissive... it's sort of an oxymoron type of thing.

He headed for home around five o'clock and to clear my head I did the four
mile run Chubby and I used to do.  It took me twice as long to complete it
as it used to in the old days, but I wasn't pushing it much today, just
taking it nice and easy.  It sure felt good seeing all the familiar sights
along the route again.  I stopped at the rest area and looked
around... there were a few remarkable encounters between me and the Marine
that took place here.  I looked in the lavatory too, reminiscing those
times from a year ago.  Tom Delcarman, the twenty-one year old Marine, was
quite the unique character, scary, sexy and bi. Guess he's bi anyway, he's
married.  Maybe that will be Ray's fate, get married knowing in his heart
of hearts that he's gay, but refusing to let his conscious mind acknowledge
it. The second half of the run, the one going back the way I came, was more
like a jog cause I've lost most of my wind. Before we got jobs Chubby and I
ran this together faithfully, that was before I knew I was gay.  Life back
then seems so simple as I'm looking back on it now, simple but not nearly
as electrifying as now; now that I'm being honest with myself about my
sexuality. After the four mile run, I walked through the Stop & Shop
parking lot and then the rest of the way home, all along the way promising
myself to help Ray recognize his true nature, for his benefit, not
mine. I'm not going to force him, just lead him and I think he'll come to
the same conclusion Carl led me to.  It's so freaking weird that I'm
following the same mentor path as Carl Denton... it must have something to
do with being senior editor.  Hell, Ray mentioned me being senior editor
when telling me why he chose me, that and other reasons.  God, he's hot
though. Wonder why I didn't get this charged-up about fucking Elliot? Don't
get me wrong, that was an excellent fuck alright, but I wasn't in a daze
afterward like I seem to be over Ray. Ray's got something, but what?  He's
a combination of tough guy who acts submissive around me, while
simultaneously assuming he can fuck me and have me suck his cock whenever
he wants me to.  Ha ha... I laughed out loud walking up the steps to my
condo thinking about that looney and contradictory description of Ray
Ellis... contradictory but true.

Oops, down the street I see Ricky's SUV pull around the corner.  Chubby and
Ricky are a little early getting home from work tonight.  Hey, let me try
to see what the fuck those two do during that three minute delay between
parking and Chubby getting out of the car.  It's extremely unlikely they
saw me so I'll walk back away from my condo over behind that big-assed SUV
next door there.  From that position I watched Ricky pull up.  I was
looking through the tailgate's window of Ricky's SUV, about twenty feet
away. Chubby and him where just sitting there... then Chubby's body moved
up, then his head was back against the headrest, moving back and forth.
Shortly he's leaning forward, hunching up toward the dashboard...  bouncing
ever so slightly for maybe two minutes and then sitting back with his head
on the head rest again.  Then Ricky holds his hand over near Chubby's face,
Chubby playfully pushes it away, then their heads come together... Fuck, it
is a kiss. Just a quick one and Chubby hops out of the SUV doing what he
usually does when hopping out of Ricky's SUV, he pulls at his rear end and
wipes his lips. I'm stunned, but how do I actually feel about this?  I
don't know, my mind isn't working at the moment... still, I gotta conclude
Ricky finger fucked Chubby... what else could it be? and then a kiss
goodbye is almost a positive. I mean, it's possible Chubby whispered
something to Ricky but why would he do that, they're the only two in the
car.... or Chubby could have been messing around somehow, but no, it most
likely was a kiss. Chubby's halfway up the steps when he unexpectedly turns
to wave at Ricky and almost sees me... maybe he did see me. I squatted down
anyway, hiding as if I did something wrong.  Well, I guess spying on Chubby
is wrong. My heart pounding with the weight of this new information, the
ramifications of what I think I saw are too many to sort out. My mind's in
overload.  Watching Chubby, now hoping that he goes into my condo... you
know, that means he doesn't need to change his underwear, no cum in them to
soak through. I assumed he'd dumped a load in his undies from being finger
fucked... damn, he went right past my door like he does every time him and
Ricky sit in the SUV for three or four minutes.

Chubby's inside his place now as, walking slowly up the steps now myself,
in a fog, I tried to make sense of it all.  I used to think it was more
likely Chubby had some gay leanings rather than me having them, but that
was before Carl outed me to myself... after that, things started turning
upside down and it was as if in a short period of time Chubby and I
switched places.  I used to think he was my best friend who had a thing for
me, a crush or what have you, hero worship or something.  After Carl though
it seemed like I was the one looking up to Chubby, and now I have more than
a crush on him, I'm in love with him in addition to loving him like a best
friend and a brother.  I'm the one nagging him to do our shaving ritual and
to have sleep overs with me and spend time with me... he's like the older
brother who understands his younger brother has hero worship for him, etc
etc... We're the same age, I used the older/younger brother thing making a
point about the role we play with each other now.  No matter what took
place in the SUV I'm not the slightest bit worried Ricky will ever take my
place in Chubby's life, no one will... I'll always be Chubby's best friend.
I want that to be the same, but I also want to take over Ricky's place in
Chubby's life. I'll finger fuck him or suck his cock or whatever he wants,
he doesn't need Ricky.

Sure, it's easy for me to say that I want to take Ricky's place, but what
if Chubby feels the same way about Ricky that I feel about Willie and
Robby... fuck! That's just not right, if it's true...  I should be the one
in Chubby's sex life, me!  How am I going to play this....?  Slipping into
my condo while pondering that, then cleaning up quickly. I hustle into the
kitchen and grab some frozen meatballs from the freezer to start our
dinner. Chubby and I made a big batch of meatballs together a few weeks
back so I'll use them with spaghetti... that's an easy meal to put together
and I can think about this new information that's buzzing around my brain
while I'm doing it. After opening a jar of spaghetti sauce, I'm pouring the
sauce into a sauce pan when Chubby bounces in the front door with his usual
high exthusiasm. "My main homeboy, sup ya hot shit...?" and he hugs me
around the neck, his buzz cut soft on my cheek.  It's been three weeks
since it was cut and I'm thinking this is the length it should be after he
gets it cut, not two days before a haircut. Here's a coincidence, Ricky is
taking his window washer boys for buzz cuts Saturday after work and
Willie's taking me for a haircut at Salvadore's Unisex Hair salon Saturday
morning,... oh crap!  make that he's taking me and Andy for haircuts on
Saturday morning.  Little freckle faced Andy needs a haircut too, balls! By
the way, that's getting me more and more pissed off, all the things Willie
and I used to do together... they were our things, and now they're Andy's
things too. Willie bought him an earring like ours too.  I got that hoop
from Tattoo man on the boardwalk, Willie got one like it to make-up for
punishing me for getting the earring in the first place, and now Andy has
one too... at least that's what Willie told me, I haven't seen it. Hey!
how'd I get off on this tangent?... gotta be cool around Chubby, act
normal... pay attention here!

Trying to act normal I say to Chubby, "Oh, hi! We're having spaghetti and
our homemade meatballs tonight for dinner, maybe a salad if you...." Chubby
interrupts to say, with real concern in his voice, "Jesus Christ, we just
talked about this!  About something always being wrong with you all the
time... OK, what is it? what's wrong now Dylan, what happened...?"  I'm
like, "Nothing, everything's great and... "  He goes, "Don't bullshit me, I
can tell when you're upset, what is it dude?  Tell me..." I'm thinking, can
I believe this shit?... how can he tell I'm fucked-up with this new
information about him and Ricky?  It's unbelievable, unless he saw me
spying on him... I better tell a lie, "I'm worried because I might be
getting fired at work and it's so unfair, Chubby.  I told you about that
bastard I work for and..." I added some more detail, probably too many
because Chubby's making a face, shaking his head slowly again, going
"Another lie...  another lie that would blow-up a lie detector".  Caught
again, but I don't want to admit he's caught me so I insist it's what's
upsetting me and on and on I go... wearing him down with an avalanche of
words, it's a technique I learned from the master at using this method of
covering-up a bald-faced lie... Chubby.  He's not paying any attention to
me now, getting lettuce, vidalia onions, cucumber, and tomatoes out of the
crisper to make us a salad. Finally he says, "Stop, just stop... I can't
believe a thing you say anymore, but it's OK dude, you're just going
through a change of life or something.." He was joking around now, he'd
satisfied himself that whatever it was that bothered me apparently wasn't
important after all. Maybe my elaborate story convinced him. Well, since he
just questioned me, I slipped in a few snide questions for him about his
work day, even adding, "Oh, you changed your pants I see, they aren't the
ones you wore to school, are they?"  Chubby was cool with that saying,
"Dylan, is there anything about me you don't notice?  What, do ya memorize
me each morning or something?"  I'm like, "Well of course I do, I like to
know every tiny detail of my best friend's life... every secret he has too,
and you do have secrets, don't ya?"  I received a very odd expression from
him for that comment, then he mumbled, "You know every single thing about
me that you should know.  Maybe I need to protect you from some things my
best buddy ever."

There really wasn't any sense pursuing this now, I need to give it a lot
more thought.  Like I said, this opens a lot of possibilities... for one,
I'm probably more optimistic now than I've ever been in my life that Chubby
and I have a chance for a relationship that far exceeds our brotherly love.
It's not a given though that just because Chubby's gay, assuming he is,
that I'll be the right life partner for him. Just because I'm his best
friend doesn't mean he'd want me as his lover.  Maybe I'll always need to
settle for that much of him, being his best friend, but maybe not too.
Like I said, I need to really, really, think this out and come-up with the
right approach.  I certainly don't want to accuse him of anything just
because I think I know what I saw. Maybe if I confess to him that I'm gay,
without mentioning anything about him, that might be the way to go.  I've
got Willie and Robby to consider too though, and it's not at all like Jake
accused us of... that we're just playing at gay sex, it's a real love I
have for those two boys and they love me back too.  Forget Andy, he just
messes up an already kinda messy situation even more.  WOW!  This thing
with Chubby could be big though... of course, how can I justify Chubby's
horrid choice of a sex partner?  Hmmm, but that implies Chubby and Ricky
are sort of a couple and they may not be one at all. What if Ricky's
forcing Chubby's participation with some threat about his job? I recall me
thinking that was the situation some time ago.  Damn, a lot of angels to
consider, but I got time.  We ate dinner and did our homework and watched
TV like always.  A preseason Red Sox game on TV... Chubby leaning against
me on the recliner and falling asleep during the third inning seems
perfectly normal. So, nothing unusual except for him giving me that one
look when I mentioned secrets, a secret life in other words. Like the one I
have, maybe.

Friday's school day went without a hitch, during most of the day I thought
about this new and exciting turn of events with Chubby... then corrected my
thinking to, possibly new turn of events, because I'm not positive about
any of it, just almost positive. My thinking produced nothing worthwhile as
regards the best way to deal with the new info, but it's just the first go
round, this will needs lots of contemplation as I do not want to screw it
up. After school I worked an easy shift at Stop and Shop, side by side with
Alex Cora which was fun.  As I mentioned he's straight sexually, but tall
and hot too so it was cool bumping into him as we worked, he didn't seem to
mind my clumsiness. I say Alex is hot, but damn, what boy don't I think is
hot... ha ha! Truth is though, aside from Elliot, Alex is the only other
hot boy working in the store and that makes just two out of twelve
boys. Now, I need to qualify that, all twelve boys have something cute or
hot about them, they're teenage boys for Christ sakes... it's just that
over-all they don't make the varsity where cute and/or hot comes into
play. Most boys don't make the varsity but since I simply don't give much
notice to the ones who don't, rarely mentioning them at all as a matter of
fact, it may seem as though every boy in my life is cute. What I'm saying
is, I don't run into only boys that are cute in my daily activities, but
rather it might seem that way because they're the only ones I ever mention,
with a few exceptions.

It's Friday night and as usual Chubby and I had a pizza dinner and then met
a group of kids at the Loop for a movie and some hanging out, we're gonna
see the new Star Trek movie tonight.  From the minute we hooked up Robby
was all over me like white on rice, which is usually a good thing, but
tonight it was maybe a little over the top so I whispered, "Yo dude, I love
you too but don't out us, OK?" He whispered back, "We should come out of
the closet so we can be together more... please, Dylan" Fuck!  I just don't
want to do that, not until I graduate at least, but I don't want to hurt
Robby's feelings either so, in a nice manner, I say, "No Robby, we'll wait
till we graduate and then decide."  In Robby's and my relationship I'm a
bit like Willie is in our relationship... when push comes to shove, Willie
and I are the boss, we have the final word.  Robby pouted for a second,
then said, "You're right, Dylan." After that we talked about the colleges
we were accepted to, we're gonna go to the same one, Chubby too... that'll
be so fucking cool! and so fucking hot! But, how this will all work out
does keep me awake at night. I mean the complication of me being a roommate
of Robby in college and a roommate of Chubby in college, at the same time
when the rule is two to a room, big problem. It's always something. Anyway,
tonight as he always does Chubby was flirting with the giggling girls in
our group so I'm doubly glad Robby's here this week for me to hang out
with.  Along with Chubby there were a few of the straight horny-hounds
sniffing around the girls too, hoping to get lucky tonight... I'm pretty
sure that's not what Chubby's doing.  All told there were fifteen of us
teenagers annoying the older patrons with our immature goofy behavior.
Robby's nagging me to slip away and I want to, but I want to do it without
being observed.  Luckily Dodger wasn't with us or there'd be
little-to-no-chance me and Robby could sneak in a little hanky-panky.
Dodger's with Vinnie tonight, somewhere doing him right now probably, ha
ha... jeez, there I go getting a half-boner thinking of what they're
probably up to right now.  We get out tickets... this place is wicked
crowded and everyone is separating into smaller groups waiting to enter
theater number twelve and this confusion gives Robby and me the opportunity
to slip outside and around the back.  Just a dim spot light, enough light
so we can tell we're alone.  Robby goes, "Fuck me here, standing up,
Dylan"...  I go, "No way, we're too exposed... come behind this dumpster,
we'll make out." He laughs saying, "You better make me cum, Dylan, or I'm
getting a new boyfriend."

We're behind the dumpster and it's more secluded here, but brighter so I
can't take a chance on whipping it out. Hell, it's gutsy enough we make out
here for Christ sakes... two boys making out, it would be all over the
school by eight a.m. Monday morning.  Robby has his arms around my waist
dry humping as I take one last look around and then go for his mouth.
We've been making out for so many months now it's almost
choreographed... we use a lot of spit, exchanging it with each other and
smearing it on our faces.  It's as if we're submerged into each
other... his smell and taste excite me.  With Robby and me it's more of a
mutual make-out where with Willie and me he does much of it, eventually
getting me into that trance-like state.  Willie has total confidence and
does what he pleases, he does what he thinks is hot and actually it is hot
to me and I cum in my pants on a regular basis, it's happened maybe twenty
times so far.  I'm not confident enough to just do what I want with Robby,
I'm always finding out what he wants, but by now we know how to pleasure
each other pretty good, and it's a wonderful thing. Both hands holding
Robby's head, my fingers in his short hair, our faces rubbing together, our
lips and tongue in constant motion, the saliva slippery on our faces,
Robby's doing his slow moan and both our boners poking out the front of our
jeans.  I'm rubbing my nose against Robby's catching my breath and he
breathlessly says, "Finger me, Dylan... I'm aching to cum.  I get a hard-on
just seeing you, making out with you I get this irresistible urge to
cum..."  My mouth is all over Robby's, I love that boy so much... my hand
fumbling the front button of his four-oh-ones and then reaching behind to
get my hand inside the back of his jockey underwear, my finger immediately
massages his anus... I can picture the rosy lips there quivering, wishing
now that I could rim him and make him cum that way.  Instead the tip of my
finger goes into his ass and he moves his mouth away from mine keeping the
side of his face tight against the side of mine. "Do it, Dylan..." so I
push my fingertip in and he clamps down with his sphincter muscle hard
going, "Ahhhhhh, yeeeeah, ohh" pushing in further past the tight opening
until my knuckle stops me.  Then pulling it out and pushing it in, all the
time Robby's tightening that muscle as I'm massaging his prostate. His head
starts moving, he goes up on his toes, moaning and breathing erratically,
"Yeah..oh yeah, faster oh oh oh" as my finger is pumping in and pulling
back two inches each way.  Maybe two minutes, Robby squeals and floods his
jockey shorts with cum, then again, and a third spurt ends it.  He's
blowing a spray of spit past my ear, then the back of a knuckle in his
mouth to keep the noise down. He's quietly going, "Oh...oh...oh... oh, that
was good, Dylan. Oh so nice, dude" and we did some sweet lovers kisses, me
pulling my finger out and holding it away from us.

A few lovers kisses and then Robby's hustling to get his handkerchief down
the front of his jockey underpants to sop up the cum.  He's giggling
saying, "This'll be real comfortable while watching the movie, won't it."
I'm like, "Don't you dare blame this on me, you asked for it" and he's
like, "I was joking, I didn't really want to cum... for Christ sakes, who
wants to sit through a movie with wet cum in their lap..." and we went back
and forth like that walking back into the theater.  You know, we get so
lovey/dovey at times it embarrasses us so we need to break each other's
balls a little to get comfortable again, get feeling like regular guys
cause we are regular guys except for that tiny little difference of us
being homos.  We can throw BS back and forth at each other without worrying
we're hurting anyone's feelings, we know how we really feel about one
another and if I forget all I got to do is check the look in Robby's eyes,
the way he looks at me, that tells me all I need to know.  Inside, before
going to our seats we went into the lavatory.  Both of us washed up a
little, me concentrating on one specific finger.  I didn't want to wash up
too much though because I like smelling Robby's spit on my face for as long
as the odor lasted, which never is long enough.  One of my dreams is to
hold Robby's hand all the way through a movie, exchanging spit the whole
time... of course, that's for when we're out.  After the movie, which was
the best Star Trek movie of all time, we met up with most of the fifteen
kids we started the night with... the exception being Ryan Bigelow and
Sharon Brown who left to shack up some place, maybe behind that dumpster
Robby and I used.  Thirteen teens can be a real pain in the ass piling into
Wendys, and we were no exception.  Why we get such big laughs from mocking
each other is a mystery, but we do.  Robby and I didn't get any more
private time together and neither did Chubby and me.  Him spending so much
time with those girls gave me pause, how can he be gay and like spending
time with girls?  As for myself and girls, I wish the world was segregated
as to sex, only intermingling when absolutely necessary to maintain the
human race.  Probably that's not going to happen, and if it did I'd need an
amendment that allows Chubby and me to spend some time with our Moms
because our Moms are excellent!

Friday nights Chubby and I have a one p.m. curfew but we were both in our
beds by twelve-thirty.  Laying in my bed before sleep I relived my make-out
with Robby and fantasized about him sleeping with me right here, right now.
Oh my God is he the cutest, yummiest boy... and his make-out, the taste,
the smell... awesome. Great body too, I was soon jerking off and rather
quickly arching my back off the mattress firing a stream of cum into my top
sheet, then another and grunting, my teeth grinding together, another
contraction of my belly and out flew one last spurt of creamy teen spunk.
I tightly stroked my boner breathing hard while taking note of every
excellent sensation from my toes to my scalp tingles and shoulder shutters.
Damn! that was OK.  Jerking off feels great but can't compare to climaxing
with another boy.  Breathing steadily now I rustled to the edge of the bed,
avoiding the wet, cooling cum. Yesterday I get Ray to fire off his load and
tonight the same thing for Robby and I got to get myself off... that's just
not right. Heh heh, bet Willie changes all that tomorrow. Just before
falling off to sleep I smiled a big smile, what an exciting great week this
has been, and tomorrow the sexy Willie Worthington.  Oh God, I need to get
my energy level way up there to try and match his... what will we do this
time.  The Celtics game Saturday night rocks, but there are always
surprises with Willie... and then there's the sex. I was getting excited
and then I remembered Andy will be with us, how the fuck did I forget that?
Well, that takes the glow off my anticipatiomn, but still... it's Willie,
and even sharing him, I'm wicked looking forward to it.

Saturday morning I was up early getting my things together, taking a
shower, and shaving my crotch cause Chubby and I never got around to it
this week.  Officially Chubby has done away with the leg shaving. I'll miss
the activity per se, but I'm glad to be natural at last.  Even without
shaving I hardly have any hair on my legs, neither does Chubby.  We laughed
about that thinking of all the times we've shaved each other since way back
when we were twelve years old and all that time we had only these short
light hairs that you can hardly see.  Willie likes hairless crotches so I'm
shaving carefully. Ironically he got the idea from me when I shaved mine at
the Marine's insistence... that's about a year ago, and now Willie also
insist I shave it.  A year ago I was just beginning to explore my
sexuality, that's when I became captivated by the dominance of the Marine,
he was hypnotic to me. Willie's effect on me is a little like that too only
with a sweetness underneath his dominance where the Marine was hard as a
boulder underneath his dominant behavior... pity his wife.  I like a shaved
crotch myself now, it looks cool and makes my dick look longer, it makes
Willie's look like a garden hose!  The only thing I worry about a tiny bit
is getting hit by a car or having some accident and ending-up in the
hospital again... what will the doctors and nurses think if they see me
shaved down there? Well, what did they think last time? Probably that I'm
queer, or maybe straight guys shave their crotches too... no one ever
mentions it though. This is the kind of thing I used to ask my mentor,
Carl... that guy knows a lot about a lot of things.  He's past history, I'm
the mentor now, a mentor who don't know shit about anything to speak of.

Spending special attention to my hair because I've been combing the bangs
over to the side and now I need to make them hang down across my forehead
the way Willie likes them.  Using a little gel to accomplish this, which
Willie hates me to use by the way, but the bangs want to go back the way
they were.  Damn, what a pain in the ass. I'm definitely asking Willie for
a shorter haircut, no sense telling Leonard... Leonard won't pay attention
to what I say. My satchel is packed with a change of clothes and some
toiletries.  What I packed for tonight is my Lands End khaki cargo
climbers, my black long sleeve half zip mock shirt, my white zip-front
hooded jacket, and my black New Balance sneakers.  I'll be styling, looking
cool tonight... for today I just threw on a blue long sleeve mock turtle
neck, some jeans, an old pair of boat shoes... I'm ready to go. The weather
in late April can be fairly nice during the day but very cool in the
evening and that's where the hoodie sweatshirt comes into play. That
reminds me, I love seeing a boy with a big hoodie on, don't you? The type
big hoodie that doesn't touch your head, it sort of frames the face,
wearing a baseball cap under the hoodie, that looks cool too.  I'm wearing
the watch Willie gave me in Wildwood and the David Yurman men's necklace
with the cross that he gave me almost a year ago, that thing cost almost a
thousand dollars... and, oh yeah, my hoop earring. I always have that
on. I'm looking pretty cool right now too come to think about it, and I'm
real excited about seeing Willie. Shit, I need to adjust my hair again, but
before I get to do it the horn is tooting for me outside.  Mom's still
sleeping, carrying my satchel I rush outside to get Willie to stop blowing
his horn, except he's not in the car.  Andy's behind the wheel of a new,
silver, four-passenger BMW convertible with the top up.  What the fuck....?
Never saw this car before.

Hoping nothing's happened to Willie, I saunter down the steps and say,
"Sup, Andy... where's the man?"  Andy, in a bossy manner says, "Just get
in, Dylan... then I'll tell ya sup, dude".  I'm frowning and thinking I
should tell this little prick to go fuck himself except I need to know
what's going on first, plus I don't want to start this weekend off with a
fight even though I could easily kick the shit out this little piss ant
with one hand tied behind my back.  I'm standing there evaluating what I
want to say, Andy adds, "We don't do a lot of getto speak at Prep, that's
all I'm saying.  Come on, get in... don't want to be late for our
appointment at the salon."  Ah fuck it... I'm walking around the car
mimicking Andy saying appointment at the salon.  OK, truth is... Andy's a
cute kid, I'll give him that. Willie wouldn't have a dud for a boyfriend in
the first place, so Andy being cute is a given, he doesn't have a cute
manner about him though.  The first time I met him was the night of my
fight at the Prep School dance. As Willie and I were leaving the campus
Andy comes running up thinking he'd been hurt in the fight. He hugged
Willie around the waist, his head on Willie's shoulder, real upset and
concerned.  I thought his concern for Willie was sweet, and it was wicked
funny seeing how awkward Willie acted getting caught with this other
boyfriend he'd forgotten to mention to me. Then the only other time I've
seen Andy was up at Prep a couple months ago.  Willie had all three of us
at the Salvador Unisex Hair Salon for haircuts and after that we went to
lunch, like we're going to do today. Andy had this same stupid superiority,
prep school, snobby attitude that he's displaying today. Come to think of
it, mostly he just ignored me, didn't do much talking, real snooty acting I
guess you could say. Not wanting to ruin the afternoon back then I put up
with it by ignoring Andy as much as I could.  My ploy backfired though as
later in the day Willie lectured me that I'd been the rude one, rude to
Andy, that Andy was hurting, or some such nonsense... I wasn't really
paying all that much attention to a discussion about freckle face.  Willie
and I had a fight about it, me arguing that it was Andy who was
rude... naturally Willie won.  Not a physical fight, we don't do that... an
argument fight.  Willie made be go back to the dorm and apologize to Andy
which I did and I got very little response from Andy for my trouble
too... a cursory nod of the head and wave of his hand, like go away, you're
annoying me, or something to that affect. Now I'm thinking my apology must
have given Andy the wrong impression... the impression that I'm a wimp and
he can boss me around.

Getting in this super cool car I'm thinking this hot machine cost more than
my Mom makes in a year.  Andy says, "No smoking in here".  For Christ
sakes, I know that, but I just give him a look and say nothing. He's a
skinny kid, and very young looking as well, actually... he is young.  He
began Prep a year early due to his brainiac status.  Willie's old, at
eighteen, to be junior and Andy, age-wise, is a sophomore... he just turned
seventeen. Willie's my age, but he's a year behind me in school because his
birthday falls a few weeks after mine, he missed the cut-off for first
grade and had to begin his education a year later. Bossy little Andy has
very light brown hair that he wears in the same nineteen-seventies style
that Willie insist we all have.  Unlike me, Andy actually likes the style
because it's very Prep School-ish ... throw up! He has quite a few
freckles, but not as many as I pretend he has. I mean, Willie has freckles
across the bridge of his nose too, I happen to think his are wicked cute on
him... I don't feel the same way about Andy's. Very blue eyes and very nice
facial features round-out his appearance, like I said, he's cute as a
button. When I went back to their room to apologize that time he was
wearing glasses to read, round ones that made him look even younger, if
that's possible. Today he's wearing a cool pair of shades, ya know,
sunglasses.  His hair is almost as long as mine, it's full of body and
slightly wavy, almost curly.  Very preppy outfit of a dark blue long sleeve
Polo shirt with a button down collar, cargo khakis, and new
expensive-looking basketball sneakers... what this midget's doing with
basketball sneakers I couldn't tell ya. I called him a midget but actually
he's taller than Chubby, not much though.  To be fair, he's looking pretty
phat... see, I can be objective.

Quickly I decide I'm going to try getting along, I ask, "So Andy, where's
our main homeboy?"  Andy pulls away from the curb too quickly and a guy
behind us blows his horn, Andy says to me, not to the driver... "Fucking
idiot! Blow that horn out your ass, dick head".  I take a deep breath and
put my seat belt on, again saying nothing. Andy muttering angrily, "I'm not
use to this car... Willie just got it last time he was home, it's got a lot
of power.  You were in the hospital at that time." I go, "It's beautiful,
really hot. Willie at his house?"  Andy's feeling more comfortable with the
car now that we're on a main road, says, "Oh, no... he's with the Prep's
tennis team, they're having a meet with St John's Prep this morning so he
sent me to fetch you, and I guess we might as well get this out of the way
right now... just so we understand each other, Willie says I'm in charge. I
pick you up, see that you get your haircut, and then pick him up at the
tenis courts. You'll need to cooperate and... you know, just do what I tell
you and we'll be fine." Can I believe my ears? As I thought about smacking
the back of his head for being an asshole, he continued with, "You can
begin cooperating by giving me directions to the Mass Pike.  I can't
operate the Navigational devise. Willie set it up for me so I could find
your house, but I don't know how to set it for the return trip... once we
get to the Mass Pike it'll be no problem."  I'm speechless... what a bossy
asshole!  Regular guys don't say things like, I'm in charge, just so ya
know...

My eyes are rolling in my head, but once again I'm gonna let it slide.  Let
it slide until I see Willie, that is.  Probably what happened is Andy,
acting like a dork, asked Willie if he could be in charge and Willie
sarcastically, or jokingly, said, "Oh yeah, you're in charge, Andy"
thinking it's so stupid he has to be joking. Who the fuck says in charge
anyway? God almighty, what a jerk-off.  "So, where do I turn, Dylan..."
he's got this pompous manner, arrogant actually, it's beyond belief. Here's
the thing though... it strikes me as kinda funny coming from this
pip-squeak so I'm going to take it like that, look at it likes it's
humorous.  Maybe I'm maturing... and maybe I'm not because right after
having that thought, I mocked Andy by acting ridiculously contrite saying,
"Oh I'm so sorry, Andy...  Please dude, turn here, and then left at the
next light and don't hesitate to tell me if I'm not speaking loudly
enough." My absurd obsequious behavior went right over his head, he took it
as only right that I'd act that way towards him. I saw him almost grin, he
did grin... well, it is laughable. After I directed him to the Mass Pike we
didn't say too much to each other for the next hour and a half. I did
suggest we change the radio station to which Andy replied, "Just sit there,
don't touch anything... we're leaving this station on".  For Gods sake,
it's country music.

I was fuming when we finally pulled into the parking lot of the hair salon.
Andy paid me no mind, getting out of the car he off-handedly said, "We're
right on time, I'll get you set-up with Leonard for your haircut and then
I'm going for a coffee... I had to leave to get you this morning so early I
never got my coffee." What the hell is wrong with this pompous kid, he says
I'll get you set-up with Leonard as if I need him to get me set-up! as if
I'm some little kid. It's stupid, but I said, "OK" anyhow, he has Willie's
sort of hypnotic manner and, anyway, I wanted to move things along. What am
I gonna do, start a fight in the parking lot? I follow little Napoleon
Bonaparte into the salon, through the woman's section we go, all the way
back to the men's section. Leonard's just finishing-up with a hot looking
young Latino boy who looks pissed-off about something.  Leonard saying to
the boy, "You look fantastic, Jose. This is a nice style for you and you
know I have to cut your hair like your father instructed because he pays
me, don't be mad at me... OK, estar bueno?" The kid makes a face, but
doesn't speak, just swaggers past us.  Leonard watches him go, rubbing his
crotch, then looks at us and lisps, "Andy, you dear boy, how are you?
Willie was first one in this morning, he left money for his boyfriend's
haircut. Who do you want to go first, Andy?" I'm standing right there,
being ignored by gay Leonard completely as he directed all his comments to
Andy. Andy nudges my back with his hand, then a little shove, saying "Get
over there, Dylan.  Get up in the chair, I want you going first like I just
told you in the parking lot two minutes ago." and to Leonard he says, "I'm
going out for a coffee, see ya in a while Leonard".  Leonard made a face at
Andy, like... are you kidding? I rolled my eyes at both their acts.

Leonard starts by tilting my chair back and shampooing my hair.  He never
talks to me, this is my sixth haircut here but he only speaks to Willie.
No Willie this time, so he speaks to Andy... I don't get it, but on the
other hand I got nothing to talk to Leonard about anyway.  It's a waste of
time to ask him to cut my hair the way I want it... I'm like that Hispanic
kid Jose who's daddy paid for the haircut so Leonard cuts it like daddy
says. I've mentioned this before, and it's true, I don't care a helluva lot
what kind of haircut I have... I much prefer a short one, but it isn't that
big of a deal really.  For Willie I'll go with the longer hair, it's a
small pain in the ass, that's all. After the shampoo he cut my hair wet.
Cut it exactly like the other times except for this... the one thing I
didn't want shorter, he cut shorter... my bangs. Now I won't be able to
comb them over to the side, they're too short for that, they hang in a
straight line halfway down and across the length of my forehead... talk
about fruity looking!.  Andy came back and sat in one of the extra chairs
while Leonard was blow-drying my hair. Looking in the mirror I look about
ten years old.  This layered style with short bangs across my forehand
looks faggy, ya know. That being said, it's not like there aren't guys in
Framingham high with long hair, some like mine, others long but in a
different style... lots of kids just are too lazy to get their hair cut
too. "All done, Dylan" mumbles Leonard. So he does know my name, he just
doesn't have anything to say to me.

Andy and I change places, passing me he says, "Cute..." with a smirk in his
voice. What the fuck...? he has the same hair style I have.  But, not for
long.  He gave Leonard instructions, and after the shampoo Leonard began
cutting four or five inches of hair from Andy's head.  My mouth's hanging
open cause that's what I wanted. The finished haircut is a very styling
faux mohawk that looked so good on Andy I was jealous. Not that I
necessarily wanted a faux hawk, but hair about that short would be
nice. This sucks, but what an I going to say to Andy about it? Should I
whine to him that I want mine like his as if I'm asking his permission... I
don't think so.  Everyone pays up front for the haircut, but first Andy
gives Leonard a tip right here, saying, "Awesome do, Leonard"... lisping
badly, Leonard says, "It looks so good on you, Andy.  Looks great on Willie
too, you boys are so hot..." Andy says, "Watch it, Leonard... I don't go
for that flirting bullshit!" Leonard's acting over-the-top contrite then,
"Sorry, Andy... my bad.  You look good, that's all I meant". Andy flips his
hand in a dismissive manner and says, "Just watch it, dude..." Leonard
grins like it's a joke and blows Andy a kiss saying, "You're so funny,
Andy".

Outside Andy says, "OK, we have a little time... I can allow you to get a
coffee or something before we take off?  There's a Starbucks two stores
down from here." Staring at his light brown hair, I'm really getting pissed
about a couple of things.  I go, "Willie has the same haircut you got?"
Andy says, "Huh, oh... I don't know, that's what Leonard said... I haven't
seen Willie since early this morning.  Hey, I asked you a question, do you
want a coffee or not?" There goes Andy's attitude again. Fuck!  I'm really
in a bad mood now, I shake my head no, I don't want a Starbucks, pouting
big time, waiting at the passenger door for Andy to unlock the car.
OK... I'm pouting and, sure... I know I'm acting like a baby, but this is
too fucking much, it's not funny anymore.  Andy senses I'm pissed and at a
red light, looks over at me and asked, "What's your problem, Dylan? You've
been acting grumpy from the minute I picked you up.  Willie isn't going to
like it if I tell him you're being rude to me again... you want me to tell
him, is that what you want?" To get me to look at him he reaches over lifts
my chin and pull my face around facing him, "You want me to tell Willie?"
I'm in another can't win situation here, I mumble, "I'm not grumpy Andy,
sorry if I seem that way" still gripping my chin between his thumb and
index finger, he raises his eyebrows and says, "I asked you if you want me
to tell Willie you're dissing me again...?"  How do I get in these loser
positions? I say, "No Andy, don't do that...OK?"  He squeezes my chin and
mumbles, "Say please".  I say "Please" and using the grip on my chin he
pushing my head back so I'm looking straight ahead again, "Get your act
together..."  pulling away from the traffic light I again see that grin of
his and I'm sure he snickered too... this is getting me hotter and hotter
under the collar by the second. The fucking gaul, treating me like a little
kid... I'm almost two years older than he is!  Well, I only have another
ten minutes with this little prick so I can cool it for that long.  A
minute later, in a conversational voice now, Andy goes, "Ya looking forward
to the Celtics game tonight?  My Dad got us those seats on the court,
well... second row from the court".  He was acting friendly now so I cooled
off a little and said, "You're kidding, on the court?"  This really was a
good piece of news... we started having a regular conversation after that.
Andy seemed different, he seemed likable even... I don't get it.

We drove to the tennis courts to find the matches still going on... I
spotted Willie right away.  He did indeed have a haircut just like Andy's
and I got such a jealous rage in my head it was scary... jealousy, the
green headed monster, or something like that.  Is he getting me prepared to
hear I'm not his boyfriend anymore?  No way, I don't believe that for a
second, but then what's going on here?  Andy is oblivious to my anguish, he
says..."Let's grab a smoke over behind the bleachers, Dylan" real friendly
like.  I needed a cigarette so I went with him.  We lit up while Andy is
telling me something I already knew, that smoking is prohibited on the
campus.  He says Willie got him started smoking and now he finds he needs
to take the chance of getting demerits because of the habit. He laughed and
said that he just remembered I'm the one who got Willie started so his
smoking habit is actually my fault, and he playfully smacked the back of my
head...  playful, but kind of a hard smack just the same.  Maybe I'm being
too sensitive, I say, "Can I asked you something, Andy?" he goes, "Sure, go
for it." I asked him about this change in his mood, he was so demanding and
bossy all morning and now lately he's being real friendly..."Was it
something I did earlier, Andy...?"  Andy reached up to grab hold of the
back of my neck and squeezes it a little, saying "Well, it's like this
Dylan... you started off acting a bit of a hard ass. Ya know, the smirking
expression like you're not taking orders from me and so forth. I had to
straighten you out advising you about Willie putting me in charge, you need
to understand that, and to do what you're told... simple, ya know?  But it
didn't seem to take with you, you pouted and were rude to me all the way
through the morning.  Trying to give you a break, I tolerated your poor
behavior until it was just too much to ignore and that's why I gave you the
ultimatum there at the red light".

This was so preposterous it was giving me the creeps, surely he can't be
serious. Taking a drag off his cigarette, he furrowed his eyebrows in this
big-shot manner and continued, "You seemed to understand where I was coming
from them, you finally got it that I'm not putting up with anymore of your
childish behavior and that you needed to act properly or I'll tell Willie.
My lecture served it's purpose, and as you can see, when you know your
place I'm a good guy.  Continue doing that and we'll get along fine."  I
was speechless again, my face red, my mouth open and a look of
incredulousness on my face. Andy pinched the back of my neck saying, "Are
you dense, dude...?  You don't get it yet?  I'm Willie's boyfriend now, you
used to be, but now I am...  you're just his boyfriend on the side, like I
used to be... surely you've figured this out.  As Willie's boyfriend, I'm
in charge when he's not here, it's that simple... do what you're told. It
doesn't mean I'm going to treat you like shit... not at all.  Know your
place and it could be a lot of fun for you, OK?" and he's pulling my head
down to his level now, strong little guy, "OK?" he asked again. Almost
stuttering I'm so mad, I go, "Where'd ya..." then starting over more
calmly, "Where did you get the idea that Willie's boyfriend, whether it's
you or me or someone else, is in charge of anything?"  He laughed and
sarcastically says, "Where do you think I got the idea, Willie says so,
that's where I got the idea. Now, are you and I going to have a problem or
are we going to play nice?" I must be in the fucking twilight zone again,
I'm shaking my head saying..."No. No. No way... this is total bullshit.
Even Willie isn't this off the fucking wall, you're bullshitting me you
little asshole and you've been doing it all god damn day.  Ya know what I
think I'll do...?  Do ya?"  Andy looked startled now, but that grin came on
his face right after a split second of the startled look, he let go of my
neck and asked, "What are you gonna do...?" and I say, "I'm gonna kick your
skinny ass all over these tennis courts here... that's what."  I was hot,
my face dark red now, this is ridiculous.  I'd tried going along with this
nitwit all morning, but I've had it with him now... he's way over the top.

Then that little grin of his turns into this huge grin, his whole face
lights up like the kid who just let out a big fart in an elevator and is
pointing at his friend. The grin turned to laughter, he's talking through
it saying, "You're right, I have been bullshitting you all day, and you
fell for it hook, line, and sinker... I knew you would, you're too nice."
He changed into a giggling fit, a contagious giggling fit while hugging me
around my waist.  Through the giggling and hugging he's saying, in a
pretend begging way, "Please don't beat me up, Dylan..."  It was shocking,
but true... I saw it all clearly now, he'd put this whole act on as a
prank. It suddenly became so obvious, the reaction of Leonard, Andy almost
breaking-up laughing a few times, the absurdity of it all... the more I
fell for it, the more outrageous he became, seeing how far he could go.  I
say, "Why you little..." pretending to strangle him in a headlock, Andy not
even trying to get away or anything, instead he's goosing my ass with one
hand and groping my crotch with the other, laughing all the while... our
half smoked cigarettes smoldering on the ground next to us.

We ended-up the same way Chubby and me end up with our wrestling matches,
hugging and swaying.  Andy's a nice little armful.  He's saying, "I can't
believe how patient you were with all that crap".  Later, sitting on the
grass behind the bleachers we enjoyed another cigarette, talking
pleasantly. Andy didn't know why Leonard cut my hair like he did... last
night Willie and Andy talked about shorter hair... the weather's getting
nicer, and they tentatively settled on the faux mohawk.  Andy said he
hadn't even been sure Willie had gone through with it until Leonard said
what he did about Willie looking good in his new hair style.  Maybe Willie
simply forgot to tell Leonard about me. Andy was now totally the opposite
of the asshole I thought he was.  He's funny, ultra nice, even deferential
to me, like Ray is.  Andy told me about a couple of funny practical jokes
he'd pulled on Willie and about one he and Willie pulled on kids living in
the dorm next to theirs. The explanation for Andy's snooty behavior the
last time I saw him is that he'd been suffering from a severe toothache and
wasn't himself, he wasn't acting snooty, he was in pain. Willie had tried
to explain that, but I wasn't interested, jealousy clouded my judgement.
This latest version of a happy go lucky laughing kid is the real Andy and,
actually, he was maybe a tad too frisky... he can wear you out, very
animated.  That aside, he was extremely likable and I could see why Willie
would fall for him.  For one thing he's cute, I've already discussed
that... also, practical jokes aside, he's deferential, even to me, like I
said, and probably much more so with Willie, and Willie loves that. It's a
hoot that he could put that bossy/bully act on all morning because it's not
even close to his normal personality.

Back out front of the bleacher again, the tennis matches still going on, we
sat and watched.  I already knew Willie was a very good tennis player and a
good athlete in general, but watching him now I was even more
impressed... his combination of strength and gracefulness was fun to watch.
He moves so easily, glides.  It reminded me of his dancing style. Willie's
been taking tennis lessons since he was six years old, but still to be
exceptional you need natural ability too.  Other kids came over to laugh
with Andy and insult his new haircut, all in good fun.  It was obvious Andy
was popular with his classmates... during the next half hour about twenty
kids came by to say a little something. In truth we were right next to the
refreshment stand which is the reason so many kids walked by us, but still
they all joked with good natured Andy.  As the kids moved on Andy would
tell me which ones were openly gay, which ones were probably gay but in the
closet, and which ones were straight, most of them were straight... they
all know Willie and Andy are gay, but they don't care.

After six tie breakers, Willie lost his match.  I wondered how Willie would
react to losing.  Shaking hands with the winner, a pat on the kid's back,
he appeared fine on the court. He didn't immediately come over to us
because one last match was still in progress.  Even though Willie had lost
that tough match, his team won the overall meet so lots of happy faces on
the kids milling around.  We waited till the last match ended and then
Willie comes over to us and kisses me on the mouth saying "I've missed you
so much. Come on, we need to sneak you in the dorm so I can shower". Then
he hugged me again right there, his sweaty face shining, the dark hairs of
his new haircut dripping with perspiration.  Willie was looking good, he
looked sexy and tough. His body is slender, but I felt his strength when we
hugged.  Willie's only a little taller than me but at times he seems much
taller.  I clung to him when he tried to pull away making him smile a big
smile, his nose wrinkling slightly at the bridge where a few light freckles
were sprinkled about. The whiteness of his teeth, his perfectly formed
lips, slightly thin maybe, but very active and the pinkness of his tongue
and mouth, so delicious.  I moved my head to his and our mouths closed
together again, for a longer kiss this time, one with lots of tongue... my
cock got hard.  He pulled away saying, "Come on baby, we gotta get going.
My cute roomie treating you OK?" Then he looked at my haircut and murmured,
"Uh-oh".

We hustled out of there, Willie's sweat drying on my face in the breeze. My
presence on campus was making Willie slightly nervous because, as I
mentioned, I'm officially banned from the area as a result of the fight I
had with Willie's old roommate last Fall... if I get caught here Willie
gets in trouble. As we jogged side-by-side toward the car I asked Willie
about the haircut situation and he was honestly embarrassed about it,
saying, "Dylan, I just fucked-up. I'm really sorry, and we're not gonna be
able to fix it today because Leonard will be booked with appointments all
day. It's just that I was in a rush this morning, plus I always get so
fucking nervous before a match I just forgot to tell Leonard how to cut
your hair. It sucks because your haircut should be like Andy's and
mime. It's my thang you know that... us having the same haircut is my
thing, dammit!  My bad, dude." What could I say, I was relieved it was just
an oversight. I thought it was quite interesting that Willie gets so
nervous before a match, that doesn't seem to fit his personality.  We made
it to the dorm without getting detected, me riding shotgun and Willie
driving, Andy in the back. He just assumed that was his spot, it was an
example of Andy being deferential to me. During Willie's shower, and later
during the drive to the restaurant, Andy was as chatty and as accommodating
as he could be. After a while I admitted to myself that he doesn't really
have too many freckles, just the right amount... he's a cute puppy dog.  My
spirits were sky high again, this is going to be fun, just like Andy said
it would be when we all finally got around to knowing our place.

Even though it was a late lunch, we'd be eating dinner after the basketball
game, so we ordered from the dinner menu.  Willie and Andy had steak, I
ordered prime rib thinking about the dinner Chubby bought me at Ken's Steak
House and how delicious that had been. Chubby bought our dinner with a
bonus he said he'd gotten for his work with the window washer boys, now I
wonder what the bonus was really for. I'm real suspicious of Ricky and
Chubby, but I'll think about that another time. I'm with these hot boys
now.  As lunch progressed with more interaction I was able to observe Andy
and Willie more and realized Andy wasn't just deferential to Willie, he was
totally under Willie's control. Not in some mean master/slave manner, more
in a willing, hero worship manner.  Andy hung or Willie's every word and
asked permission about everything, for example at the restaurant... is it
OK if I get the steak too, Willie ?... could I ask for another iced tea?
... I'm gonna go to the lavatory, OK Willie?  and earlier, when Willie had
finished his shower and was getting dressed, Willie told Andy to change his
shirt, Andy's like oh, sure... is this one OK ?... look at what I'm
bringing for tonight Willie, should I change any of this?  It was all done
casually, sweetly, like no big deal... like a big brother helping a slow
little brother perhaps.  Andy looked and acted exactly the way Willie
wanted him too and I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, not if
it's fine with Andy... it's just that I guess Willie had been trying to get
me to behave like that all last summer... to let him be dominant without me
questioning anything. I never was as willing a follower as Andy maybe, but
I have acquiesced to much of what Willie feels a boyfriend needs to do. I
try not to be hypocritical so in my metaphorical glass house I'm not
throwing any stones Andy's way.  To me, the things I gave in on at Willie's
insistence are mostly silly things, to Willie they're important.

All three of us ate every drop of food on our plates.  We're slender boys,
but good eaters and so are a lot of my friends... my gay friends burn off a
lot of calories having sex. Not really, I'm kidding... but I'm hoping to
burn some off this afternoon that way. Back in the car the hierarchy
established within our little group was once more demonstrated in the
seating configuration... Andy knows he's last, I know I'm in the middle,
and we all know Willie's the boss.  He's so sweet about everything though,
and totally competent in how and when and why we should be doing this or
that. During the drive to Willie's house the roommates told a few stories
about life in Prep school and I'm thinking to myself... it sure is
different from life in Public High School.  Willie gave Andy credit for
getting the Celtic tickets from his dad, tickets one row off the fucking
court!  I high-fived Andy who was beaming from Willie's praise.  The more I
get to know him and observe him, the cuter and cuter Andy seems to
me... once he showed his true personality, which actually is the same one I
first saw the night I met him, it's hard not to like him... thoughts of a
three-way with him suddenly had my motor running pretty hot.  It was almost
a two hour drive to Willie's mansion, it's a mansion to me anyway. Half
joking around, I said, "Willie dude, is this place considered a mansion?"
He gives me a serious answer, "I'm really not sure, I know it's smaller
than Andy's house... that has to be considered a mansion.  Right Andy?"
Andy goes, "Christ, I really don't know either."  I mumble, "Oh".  Rich
kids never give money or the things you can buy with it much thought, they
take it for granted.  Kids like me probably spend too much time thinking
about money cause we don't have any.

Inside the house Willie is greeted with a hug from the housekeeper,
Martha. Willie goes, "Martha, you've lost weight.  Ya look great,
beautiful!"  She pats him on the head saying, "Oh Willie, you're the one
looking great... love your new do, honey". He introduces Andy as his
roommate, me she already knows from my many sleep overs... she knows me as
Willie's boyfriend because that's how in introduces me to everybody.  Mrs
Windell calls her husband out of his office and then it's his turn to make
a fuss over Willie and then he says to me, "Hello again Dylan, and who is
this strapping fellow?" referring to the diminutive Andy.  Mr Windell is
the personal secretary of Willie's parents who are seldom home.  The
Windells oversee this house and property and are the closest thing to
parents Willie's ever had.  His biological parents are married in name
only... they often travel abroad, separately. Willie's grown-up in private
boarding schools his whole life, since first grade anyway.  That
circumstance, plus the lack of parental affection contributed mightily to
his unusual view of life... he's a rich orphan basically.  After
introductions and explanations of our plans for the evening, we head-up to
Willie's large bedroom, or maybe it's a suite.  I'm not asking another one
of those questions though, so I'll just think of it as his bedroom. Willie
goes over and flops on his kingsize bed saying, "The best mattress I've
ever slept on.  Come over and see the luxury you're in for tonight,
Andy... Dylan already knows." Andy flops on the bed beside Willie with a
big grin and says, "Slightly better than our mattresses in the dorm."
Willie, with a smirk on his face then says, "OK, that's enough chit chat,
lets get down to it boys... strip down, let me see those dicks of yours".

We've got two hours before we need to leave for the Celtics game... I'm
excited about the game, but really excited about our three-way. OK, it's
just possible I like gay sex a tiny bit too much... ha ha.  Andy and I are
pulling our shirts over our heads as fast as we can, like we're in a race
to get naked for Willie first. When Andy steps out of his underwear I
wasn't surprised to see a hairless groin area. Of course Willie would
insist Andy shave his pubes.  Glad I did mine this morning. Not only does
Andy have no pubes, he has no other detectable hair on his body that I
could see... just the almost invisible very short blond ones on his calves.
This boy is thinner than slender, his ribs show.  He's got a young boys
body to go with the young boys face... the size of his cock and balls,
however, are very much like mine, except on him they look bigger because
he's smaller.  Our dicks are about six inches long and both sets of nuts
are nicely rounded in their hairless pink sacs. I grinned as Andy did the
same unconscious thing I did when stepping out of his underwear, we both
grabbed our package for a pull and a quick adjustment. Both of us were
quickly as naked as the day we were born, grinning a little self
consciously and looking at Willie for instructions.  He goes, "Oh boy, this
is fun having you both here... why didn't I do this before?  OK, get your
panties on and line up, let's have an inspection.  Shoulders touching..."
Every time I stay over at Willies he and I participate in his silk panty
fetish... girl's silk panties.  He buys them at Victoria's Secret, they're
expensive.  Today he has pink bikini ones, the silk so smooth and cool to
the touch.  Only trouble is the crotch is too narrow to hold both nuts up,
one nut hangs out, our cocks bulging out the silk fronts.

Still fully dressed, Willie's standing in front of Andy and me... we're
next to each other pretending to be standing at attention, our bodies
touching all down our sides from the shoulders to the side of our foot, my
right against Andy's left.  Willie is beaming, he can't get the smile off
his face.  Andy turns his head and says to me, "This is so stupid, but it's
fun too..." Willie goes, "Shhh, you..." with a chuckle. Then, putting his
right hand on my belly and his left hand on Andy's, he rubs around and
down, and then down some more till his hand goes under the waistband of our
panties, then all around our groins saying, "Oh, you boys did a good job
here... smooth, just the way I like it." His hands now going around to our
buttocks, his face leaning over, forehead almost touching our chins as he
bends down to reach around both of us, both hands massaging our buttocks,
he's mumbling "Nice and firm, but I gotta give Dylan the nod as having the
best ass I've ever seen on a boy, best one I've ever felt too."  I was
beaming at the compliment. With Willie's head close to our faces his sexy,
boyish smell was so nice... so nice I closed my eyes and did a subtle
inhale.  God I love the smells of him.  Willie's hands let go of our ass
cheeks and work their way back to the front where he cups our balls and
says to Andy, "Dylan started me on the shaved pubes, didn't ya baby?" I go,
"Yep, it looks so cool shaved down there", another star for me.  Willie's
slowly squeezing my nuts adding more pressure, then a little more... I
assumed he was doing the same to Andy... just as I was about to squeak out
a complaint Andy goes "OW! Fuck Willie, that hurts".

He says "I'm sorry Andy, just a little test, baby... that's all.  Here,"
and he knelt down to give Andy's dick a quick kiss through the panties,
"all better now?" I'm thinking wish I'd cried out first!  Andy chuckles and
says, "Do it some more and it'll be all better.." Willie wants us to have a
contest, me and Andy... see who has the longest boner. "They look and feel
the same... come on guys lie on the bed sixty-nine-ing to get those boners
up and we'll see who's longest." I gulped slightly because, as I may have
mentioned about four hundred times, I love sucking young cocks and Andy's
definitely qualifies as a young cock. My dick had been firming up just
being naked with Andy standing there in front of Willie, him fondling
us... there's something about Willie being dressed while Andy and I are
naked that arouses me and I think it's the dominance thingie again. The way
Andy and me are submissive around Willie is sexually arousing to me, it
probably is for Andy too... I don't know that for sure yet but it'll be
obvious before we're done playing together.  I say playing together because
this is fuck-buddy stuff.  A loving sexual experience like Willie and I
often have alone is different from playing around like we're doing. Anyway,
the covers were pulled back on Willie's bed so Andy and I got up on top of
the bed laying on the clean black sheet in the sixty-nine position. Both of
us casually pulled the other guy's panties down to hook under the scrotum
and then taking a dick in our hand, a dick that wasn't our own, without
either of us hesitating, the dicks went into our mouths... Mmmmm!  I licked
just the head of Andy's while holding the shaft in my fist.  Andy sucked my
cock then pulled it out and licked the shaft... it was already firm, he was
stroking the uncut foreskin on and off the head as he licked.  Andy's dick
is a cut cock that firmed up fairly quickly, him making wheezy breathing
noises around my cock as I sucked his, then he stopped licking my fast
growing boner to quietly say, "That feels so good, Dylan... you suck my
dick really great.." Isn't that sweet!  From most guys I might suspect
sarcasm in that comment, but from Andy, he's too sincere... thanking me for
sucking his dick so good, ya got to love the kid.  He's not shy like
Elliot, but has that sweet quality about him just the same... really
shocking how stupid I was to fall for his prank this morning.

As Andy and me sucked each other's cock Willie was getting undressed, me
thinking... there just might be some fucking going on before this day is
up... ha! My dick was hard, not as hard as it can get, but hard. Andy's was
too so we scrambled off the bed, both of us stroking our own wet dicks a
few times, feels good.  Willie goes, "Face to face boys... closer, closer,
a little bit closer..." I felt the tip of Andy's boner poke my belly right
next to my boner... my boner wasn't poking his belly, it was about a
quarter inch away.  "Guess who's got the longer boner boys...?"  I already
knew of course, but to play along, I goofily said, "Duh, who...?"  Andy and
Willie thought it was funny that I had the shortest cock in the
room... obviously no one challenged Willie's seven plus inches. I mumbled,
"It's an optical illusion.."  Willie was holding our hard cocks together in
his fist, he says, "How about a group kiss" I got my first taste of Andy
then... oh my God, nice mouth! I don't know why any of this surprises me,
Willie wouldn't waste his time on Andy if Andy wasn't sexy. Now that I've
experienced Andy's nice dick and tasty, sexy mouth I can't help admitting
to myself that Willie's got himself a winner here. Our three mouths were
swapping spit, making "Mmmm" sounds and after a bit we had our arms wrapped
around each other, our boners bobbing around in a dueling contest.  My
boner definitely grew some with that spit-swapping three-way make-out, but
the winner of the longest boner contest had already been declared... maybe
I'll file a protest.  After a two minute make-out all three of us had spit
covering our faces, we're breathing hard, our chest heaving and all of us
grinning like crazy.  Out of breath Willie goes, "Jesus... this is hotter
than I expected. You two are sexy boys alright" and he grabbed a handful of
our buttocks again saying, "Back to the bed boys, you got a lot of spunk
built up in those nice round balls of yours so for the fun of it I'm gonna
milk your nuts dry".

Andy and me lay on our backs about six inches apart. Willie straddled Andy,
a knee on either side of his chest, "First things first, you boys need to
suck on my cock to get it harder so I can fuck you properly..." mussing
Andy's hair, Willie mumbled, "You're so cute" as he's inching up Andy's
chest till his slightly firm cock bumped Andy's chin.  Andy opened his
mouth without being asked and, after smacking Andy's face with his cock a
few playful times, Willie slid it into his warm wet mouth.  Oh my! did Andy
ever get into sucking that long cock.  I watched from close up, so sexy it
made my dick move on it's own. Willie inched up closer till his crotch was
at Andy's neck. Lifting up on his knees he firmly pushed his cock down
Andy's throat.  I watched in fascination at the tightness in the neck, the
extra bulge above his Adams apple.  Andy only made a quick gagging noise as
the cock head barged past his gag reflex... that was his only reaction, he
handles deep throat better than I do. His nostrils were sucked together,
uselessly trying for air as Willie leaned forward till his groin was flush
with Andy's lips.  Face getting red, eyes opened wide, I could see panic
start to take hold in Andy, so did Willie... he backed off, his cock coming
out about five inches, dripping with saliva... taking huge inhales while
looking into Willie's eyes, Andy had that hero worship expression on his
face.  A few seconds later Willie's lifting up, leaned forward, and did it
again, his steel-pipe-hard cock disappearing down Andy's throat. This time
Willie fucked that throat with four or five short humps before pulling out,
wet and shiny.  Noisily exhaling a lot of air out, Willie pats Andy's cheek
saying, "You were great, babe.  Your turn now, Dylan..."

Wetting my lips, my heart doing a nervous pitter-patter, worrying about the
deep throat part.  Willie got off Andy's chest and onto mind.  Like Andy, I
opened my mouth right away as Willie inched up my chest, close to my head
his wet boner slipped around on my face, then over my nose as Willie got up
on his knees a little bit, his crotch over my face.  Leaning forward
slightly to get right under his balls, Willie held his nuts back with one
hand and pushed his boner downward with the other then slid that sopping
wet rock-hard boner onto my tongue and all the way to the back of my
throat. He went, "Ohhhhh yeah..." as he did it, I tasted Andy's spit right
away, it had cooled-off some.  Sucking on that boner I quickly absorbed the
spit while warming Willie's cock back to body temperature. Fully aware that
I love sucking his cock, Willie let me suck it for a couple of minutes
before doing the deep throat maneuver, one of his favorite things. He
quietly says, "Here we go, baby.." then pushed the head past my gag reflect
muscle and down into my throat.  Before that deep throat move I'd gotten a
roaring boner from sucking his cock, it mostly went down during the scary
deep throat though.  I can't do it like Andy... I mean, I can do it, but
I'm in a semi-controlled panic the whole time. Willie tried to go easy on
me but his dick took over control of his brain for a few seconds there and
his hips started humping that boner, fucking my throat wildly, Willie
closing his eyes and going "Mmmm ohhh mmmm" until I started struggling,
trying to push Willie away, his eyes snapped open and he pulled that long
boner out saying, "Sorry, sweetheart... that felt so good, I lost my mind
for a second".

Gasping for air, I mutter, "No problem, that's OK" and Andy says, "That was
fucking hot, I got a nice boner here watching you guys".  He was slowly
stroking it as he talked.  Then he adds, "You need to relax more when his
cocks in your throat, Dylan... you got all tensed up".  I go, "I know, I
know... I'm getting better, but it is over seven inches of meat I gotta
deal with here, ya know."  That got us giggling for some reason. Andy goes,
"yeah, I know... it's awesome, ain't it!" Willie was rustling around in the
drawer of the bedside table, he says, "I bought a little toy on the
internet a couple years ago that should be fun, here it is.  Hee hee, I had
it hidden under all those magazines and things.  Ta da! it's a vibrating
dildo... just what I need to help me sexually satisfy my two boyfriends."
Andy and I exchange smirks with me muttering, "Fun for who...?" "Now, now,
boys... this will feel good in your pussies, and it'll open ya up so no big
hurt when I'm pushing my cock up there."  He lubed this slightly tapered
tube as he would his own boner... it had a replica of a penis head at the
end... a ring at the backside" Willie held it by the ring and laughingly
said, "See, if it goes too far up your pussy I can reach in and pull it
out, no problem" he clicked it on then.  The vibrating made a sound like my
sonic toothbrush.  Properly lubed, Willie wiped the excess lube off his
fingers in Andy's hair saying, "We'll be showering later, don't worry about
a little lube" then, "Turn over you two, and keep together so I can switch
from one pussy to the other easier. Andy's like, "When did ya get that
thing, Willie?" He told us he's had it for a couple years but forgot about
it until recently when he was thinking about doing Andy and me
together... he figured he needed something to keep one of us happy while he
was fucking the other one. "Only thing I needed to do was replace the
original batteries, other than that it's working fine.  And by the way
guys, it's never been up anybody's ass, but mine... until now." He pulled
Andy's panties down to hook below his great buttocks and twisted the dildo
into his ass a good four inches... Andy grunting, "Yo, that's cold... ow,
it's too tight, Willie". Willie was like, "Don't be a crybaby, Andy... give
it a minute".  Andy scrunched up his face and did what he was told as
Willie massaged the buttocks area around the vibrating dildo.  I've never
had a dildo up my ass, but that vibrating part is real interesting... kinda
hot.  In less than a minute Andy's face relaxes and he's giggling while
saying, "Oh fuck!  This feels weird, but pretty good too" Willie's like,
"See...?" then Andy again, "My balls are even vibrating for christ sake!"

During the five minutes the dildo vibrated inside Andy's asshole Willie
played with mine.  Like he did with Andy, he pulled my panties down to hook
below my buttocks, then stretched the two sides of my ass apart and licked
from behind my balls up to the top of my crack pressing his tongue tight
against my skin all the way... God!  it felt great. He did it half a dozen
times and then tongued my hole until his tongue was up inside me a little
bit.  That had me squirming as I lay there on my stomach.  Willie pulls
away wiping his mouth saying, "I knew you'd be clean, Dylan, just like I am
for you" and he got his face tight against my ass again and licked my hole
till I was lifting my pelvis up off the mattress going, "Ahh ahh ahhhh".
My cock was hard again and I got that feeling of approaching climax, but
Willie stopped before I popped-off saying, "God I love your boy-pussy so
much, Dylan. Andy won't do rimming yet, so I won't rim him either... petty,
ain't I?" and he laughed, he was in an excellent mood.  Willie added, "He
don't know what he's missing, but I do so he'll be doing it soon enough. By
the way, baby, have I ever mentioned you've got the best boy pussy ever?"
He chuckled again and adds, "Oh yeah, I just told you that a ten seconds
ago...  How you doing there Andy?"  Andy, whining a little, says "This
thing will make me cum if ya leave it in much longer, Willie.  My balls are
churning up cum right now".  With a casual pluck, Willie pulls it out... it
made a sound like a cork coming out of a wine bottle, pop!  Andy's like,
"Yeow! That's an evil devise ya got there, Willie".  Willie's chuckling as
he screws it into my hole, it's like he was screwing in a light bulb... it
was warm from being up Andy's ass and that thought got a drop of precum
drooling out my boner's head, but it did hurt going in like Andy said.
Biting my lip I waited the minute it had taken for the thing to feel good
in Andy's ass and it did begin feeling slightly better, but hurt some too.
Maybe Willie got it in me crooked or something.  He was happily sitting on
his ankles between Andy's legs stroking his boner.  "Get your pussy up,
Andy... higher" he gave Andy four good smacks on the ass. "Thank you, can I
have another" is Andy's smart-assed response making Willie laugh... then
give him two more loud smacks.  Andy had his ass up a couple inches off the
mattress saying nothing this time, just grunting with each smack.  They
were pretty good smacks, Andy's right buttocks was rosy red.

It's such a sexy thing to be this close watching some boy slide his boner
into another boy's asshole.  Willie's cock went in steadily, the dildo had
done it's job, the entire seven-plus inches went up Andy's ass without a
problem... Andy doing a quiet, "Ohhhhhhh" the whole time, then "That feels
so good, Willie... I love your cock in my pussy" Willie was taking a couple
of deep breaths, saying nothing, but the look on his face told the
story... he felt the same way Andy felt... GOOD!.  A slow, steady
withdrawal, followed immediately with a steady push back in.  Andy's body
shuttered causing the panties to slide up from under his buttock, stopped
by Willie's boner.  Each quicker and quicker penetration and withdrawal
scraped lube off the bottom of Willie's boner onto the panties... neither
of them could care less. My cock was hard to start with, it got harder as I
looked back watching Willie fuck Andy, they both were making the "Ah!"
"Oh!" type sounds for at least five minutes, me reaching under myself to
stroke my boner, the vibrator stimulating my anus, rectum and nuts as I did
it... felt weird, something new... but Andy was right about it feeling good
too.  When Andy moaned, "I'm getting ready to cum..." Willie grunted out,
"Don't Andy, I'll give you a rest and come back to finish you off after I
fuck Dylan for awhile..."  Andy groaned, "Don't pull out of me... don't..."
but Willie was out.  He popped the dildo from my hole and screwed it back
into Andy's "That'll keep you company, baby" as he scrambled in between my
legs. Leaning down to kiss the side of my face first, he says, "Ain't this
the best fun ever. Dylan?"  My balls were still vibrating a full minute
after that vibrator was plucked from my ass.  I go, "I'm gonna cum quick,
Willie... all this stimulation, don't get pissed at me, OK?  You know I cum
quick..."  He goes, "Don't cum quick! Draw this out, Dylan... I mean it."

As he talked he was stretching the silk panties down further under my ass
cheeks and he gave my ass a spanking saying, "Don't cum quick, got it?" I'm
like, "Dammit Willie, that stings"... another three smacks on my ass and he
says, "OK... that should stretch out the time table for climax, huh?" I
say, "Ow!"  He chuckled saying, "You like it, who you kidding..."  I had to
hide a grin because he knows me so well.  A little spanking is another way
of saying a little dominance, and I've been fascinated with that all the
way back to my days with Carl, and certainly with the Marine.  Willie
spread my stinging buttocks apart, lined up his cock and without further
ado, humped his long boner smoothly way up inside of me with a grunt and
then, "Ahhhhh, yeah... oh god, nice" That dildo worked great and the extra
sexiness of knowing Willie's cock had just been up Andy's ass had me
quickly on the edge of ejaculation.  I gritted my teeth and bore down
contracting my groin muscles trying to delay my climax. After a quick dozen
strokes and a lot of heavy breathing, plus some groaning, he mumbled,
"Jesus, Dylan... can't believe it, but I feel like I'm getting ready to cum
pretty soon too... this is way early for me.  Doing both my boyfriends is
new and it's getting me there faster than ever before... this is nuts!"
Another fast dozen humps and I bit my lip again, "I'm gonna cum too.. I
can't hold it in."  Willie rabbit quick-fucked me for ten seconds and, with
a squeal, cum poured out of my hard dick.  My boner was plaster to the side
of my thigh by the panties, the cum saturating the inside of those silk
panties... then another groin contraction, another squeal, and another long
squirt of cum spreading itself all along the inside of the material then
oozing through the silk onto the sheet.  Two smaller contractions followed
with a grunt for each, my toes curling, me biting the pillow moaning,
lights flashing in my head... then a spreading tingling feeling down my
back and that awesome feeling all around my groin... excellent!

I was in that calm after the storm mode, but Willie was still on the fast
tract, still rabbit fucking me until he goes, "Shiiiit... ohhhh, ohhh" and
I felt the gushing cum drooling out of my hole almost immediately and that
squishy sound as Willie continued humping up inside me, more cum... very
messy. The extra stimulation made me dizzy after all the sensations from my
enormous climax, and then turning my head slowing sideways I see Andy
staring at Willie and me, his eyes big, his mouth open with a thin string
of saliva connected his upper and lower lip.  He mumbles, "That was
awesome... I've never seen someone getting fucked... not in real life".
Willie's going, "What the fuck...?  I've never cum that fast before have I
guys? Jesus, my dick is so freaking sensitive".  Andy says, "Sensitive you
say, maybe that's because you've had a boner for over a half hour and
you've been fucking two pussies with it... overload!".  Willie goes, "I
don't know, maybe... give me some time here... I need to pee too.  Ya think
that might be it, me needing to pee?" His voice trails off as he goes into
the bathroom.

Hugging one of Willie's three pillows I was thinking about how dumb it was
of me to ever think that Willie fucking me wouldn't match up to Jake's
rape.  Jake doesn't nearly match-up to Willie, then I hear a whiny Andy
ask, "Dylan, can I get off inside you... Willie never made me cum" he
reached back to pluck that vibrating dildo from his hole. My ass was
feeling perfect right now, but I like the kid so I go, "It's awful messing
in there, Andy... but OK, if you really want to" and he says, in more of an
excited manner now, "I know... Willie's spunk, Mmm-mmm" and he flops over
onto my back stroking his cock.  It was a pretty hard boner he had there
already, without a second thought he pushes it into my sloppy hole and
goes, "Oh! this is awesome..." and he gives my hole a rough two minute
fucking sloshing around in Willie's considerable spunk with me going "Oh oh
oh" he really went at it, when he blew his load up my ass he also blew out
a lot of moist warm air onto the back of my neck making "Yooooooo, Eeeeeee"
sounds.  It was hard to tell how much cum he shot up inside me because
there was so much up there to begin with... he had four separate shots and
then totally collapsed on my back, hugging around my shoulders, saliva
still drooling from his mouth, his cock left inside me.  It had taken three
minutes from the second he asked if he could fuck me, till his climax,
three minutes tops.  All three of us climaxed faster than usual and that's
probably because we'd worked each other up doing the other stuff... the
cock sucking, the making out, being naked together, and the dildo. I'd
almost gotten another boner being fucked by Andy, his fuck was that
intense.

The toilet flushed, Willie came back and seeing us, laughed out loud.  "Oh
God, that is so funny... Andy needed to relieve his blue balls and used the
first available boy pussy.  You two rock.  He was still wearing his panties
with the lube stain from when he fucked Andy. Climbing back into bed, he
says "Come on you two, I need to give you both your hickey, show ya how
much you mean to me.  Get off him Andy, get over here."  Willie's in the
middle, he says, "You first Andy".  Andy lifts his chin and turns his head
to the side, Willie begins sucking and licking a small section of his
neck... it feels good initially. When Andy's hickey was almost done Willie
goes, "Come on over this side Dylan, you can help finish this and later
Andy can help with yours. We'll do everything together". So I scrambled
over Willie's body and sucked on the saliva-covered hickey until Andy cries
out, "Oh come on, that's enough.... it stings so bad" Willie says, "Another
minute or two, keep going Dylan.." Andy whined the entire last two minutes
but Willie insist a hickey be just right... this was a big one and so I
knew what to expect when I got mine.  By the time Andy took over for Willie
on my hickey I was whining for him to stop too, and with the same negative
results Andy's whining had gotten him... the hickey gets finished, whining
or not.  When it's over Andy and I felt like we had our badge of
honor... if something's difficult to attain, like our hickeys, somehow it
seems more special. I've given Robby a number of hickeys and he's never
whined even though it must sting him as much as mine do. He's tougher than
me.  I wish Robby could join us... the four of us here, romping around
naked on this kingsize bed.  That would be perfect, but when I sort of
mentioned it to Willie a few months back he got real grumpy saying
something about me not bringing that up again.  We were at a gay party in
Cambridge when I mentioned it to him and later that night, back at Willie's
place, he really gave me a spanking before fucking me... said it was to
tenderize my pussy, but I know it was punishment for suggesting he share me
with my other boyfriend.  I learned my lesson and never mentioned it again.

After the hickeys the three of us stayed in bed for another half hour
rolling on top of one another, doing semi-hard nut crunchers and making out
until Willie goes, "Jeez, look at the time" and we all hustled into the
bathroom for a joint shower. Willie's marble shower stall is as big as my
whole bathroom.  It has three nozzles pouring water toward the center and
if you're not careful you could drown in there.  Our wet bodies squirmed
against one another, saturated... when we tired of that we shampooed each
other's hair. Doing that made me jealous all over again that I still had
the long haircut style while Willie and Andy had their cool short style and
I whined again about it.  Willie goes, "Jesus Dylan, you're worse than Andy
with the whining. OK, OK...  Andy, I've got another tennis match next
Saturday, can you come pick Dylan up again and take him to Leonard's for a
faux hawk?" Andy goes, "I've got that make-up test in the morning but I
could get him around noon.  How bout that, Dylan?"  Now I felt like an ass,
that means a two hour drive each way and then back again... six total hours
of driving.  I said, "I'm sorry for whining and thanks for the offer, but I
can't put you through all that driving just because I want a haircut... I'm
not that upset about it." Willie mumbles, "OK then, I don't want to hear
about it again" and we went about washing each other's body paying special
attention to the crotch area causing the three of us to spring boners
again.  Willie's was still surprisingly tender at the head, but not mine or
Andy's. I got my boner up Andy's hole for a two minute fucking with him
reaching back with both his hands trying to pull me in to him tighter... he
likes getting fucked, like me. Never a fear of a climax, but he said it
felt real good just the same.  Andy's got a great ass for fucking.

All clean and sexually satisfied we put on clean silk panties, matching
white ones with small bows on the outside of our legs this time, then got
dressed in cool clothes. Willie drove into Boston to the TD Banknorth
Garden where the Celtic play their home games. Parking sucked, but then
inside the garden, we had un-frigin-believable seats. On the floor, one row
from the court.  Oh my God, we heard the players call out to each other and
curse as they played, nobody I've ever known curses as much as Kevin
Garnet... it got funny, he was so outrageous... mostly F-bomb related
cursing.  At half time we're standing in line getting sodas and my buddy
Connor Neary, from the school paper, sneaks up on me and smacks my ass.  I
right away see who it is and say, "Hi Connor" then to Willie, " this is a
friend of mine, Willie".  I knew that look in Willie's eye, he was ready to
sucker punch Connor for touching my ass. Willie has a hair-trigger where
fights are concerned, always ready for one. Sometimes it seems like he's
looking for a fight.  Anyway, while I was introducing everyone Connor had
this quizzical expression on his face. I know neither me, Andy, or Willie
have any outwardly gay affectations, so what could that look of Connor's
mean?  He doesn't have x-ray vision does he?... ya know, to see that we're
all wearing girl's underpants. Nothing was said to indicate why he looked
at us in this unusual manner... it's like we had three heads or
something. Anyway, Willie got our sodas and I passed one to Connor who then
seemed to shrug off his earlier concern and, as always, he has a joke for
me... it goes like this:

A group of 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade boys are on a school field trip to the
race track to see how the horses are treated etc.  When it's time for the
children's bathroom break, Mrs Rielly leads them to the men's lavatory
telling them she'll wait right outside the door.  A minute later a 5th
grader comes out to say the urinals are too high for younger boys to reach.
She goes in and picks the smaller kids up, holding their 'wee-wees' for
them, directing the pee flow. She's helping one of the boys and notices
he's really well endowed so she mumbles, "You must be a 5th grader..."
"No, ma'am" he replies, "I'm riding Silver Arrow in the seventh race, but I
appreciate your help".

We're laughing as Connor waves and says, "Nice meeting you guys, gotta get
back to my seat" he pats my ass again and gives me another smirk as I go,
"Yeah, great seeing you Connor".  Willie and Andy wait until Connor is out
of sight and say, almost at once, "He's hot!"  Willie adds, "I gotta keep
my fucking eyes open with you around, Dylan. Every cute gay boy in the
state will be after you if I don't watch out... you and him get anything
on?"  I go, "No... he's straight" and Andy says, "Bet he's not... God, he's
so tall and sexy.  Did ya see that long hair, that was sexy on him... and
those fucking dark blue eyes with that pale complexion...  oh my
God"... they both talked about Connor like he was a rock star or
something. I mean he's cute alright, I guess I'm just used to seeing him.
We're back at our seats for the second half where the subject of Connor was
finally dropped, but I'm thinking... how can they tell he's gay, and could
he tell we're all gay?  Ah, who the hell knows?  The Celtics won by
fourteen points, I know that.  Right after the game we joined the throng of
fans leaving the garden, the three of us are hungry again by now, looking
forward to our late supper. On the sidewalk outside the garden I'm lightly
rubbing my sore hickey as Willie's explaining a coaching move Doc Rivers
made in the forth quarter. I'm half listening when all of a sudden it hits
me why Connor acted weird initially... he must have noticed Andy's and my
hickey. They're both in the same spot, right side of our necks, near the
front... there's no doubt what they are.  At home I cover mine with a round
bandaid and tell people who asked that it's a pimple. Another thing Connor
probably noticed, Willie bought all the drinks, he's the man...  and maybe
Connor picked-up on Andy and me sort of being deferential to Willie.  It
was such a short encounter though, probably just the hickeys... three boys
together, no girls in sight, two of the boys sporting new shiny hickeys,
that's gotta be it. Oh my God, how embarrassing. Well, it should be
interesting seeing Connor in school on Monday, what will he say I
wonder. Oh jeez, bummer, but I can't do anything about that now. A bit
frustrated about that situation, I flicked my cigarette butt hard... it
went in a high arch and landed right in the middle of a sand filled
container affixed to a street light that was there specifically for
cigarette butts.  Willie stopped dead in his track with this exaggerated
look on his face like I don't believe what I just saw.  Andy's laughing at
how amazing that flick was, saying, "What a flick!  That was awesome,
Dylan" and I'm like, "Don't act so surprised Willie, I'm getting better at
that."  He says, "I guess so, Dylan... wow!."  I didn't feel that great
about it myself though because I was actually trying to flick the butt into
the gutter.

For dinner I had baby back ribs with baked beans and while eating them
thought about Chubby and me making this for our dinner one night every
other week. Willie ordered a pasta entree, Andy goes, "What should I get
Willie?" so he ordered what he was getting for Andy too.  Andy is so
naturally deferential to Willie they don't seem to even realize it... it's
second nature to them by now, I guess. The dinner was fabulous, that's all
I know.  The ride home was fine to although getting out of Boston was a
hassle. Even so we were safely back at the house smoking cigarettes and
talking about the game down by the tennis courts before midnight. The area
all around the tennis court is filled with beautiful shrubberies and
ornamental trees.  Down a little further is the basketball court and the
swimming pool.  There's also a hammock down there that Willie's fucked me
in a half dozen times, or more. The entire place was lit with subtle
landscape lighting, the huge house illuminated by hidden security spot
lights and everything was ultra cool looking. It made me feel a little bit
important to even be in a place like this. We stubbed our cigarettes out in
an ashtray and went up to the house, then up to Willies bedroom once again.
After the three of us did our bathroom rituals Willie says, "Good news for
your pussies boys, my cock has recovered and is raring to go. Everything
off but your panties" and just like that my dick started getting hard. He
turns me on so hot it's pathetic. Willie has the exact amount of dominance
in sexual adventures I like... it drives me wild, not too much dominant
behavior, just the right amount.  Too much of it and things can get stupid,
too little and ya don't even notice it. He's a little dominant outside
sexual activity too, but not very. He and I hassled over him being dominant
all last summer and came to our current compromise, as I've mentioned
before.. well OK, I gave in to most of what he insisted on, but he gave in
to some other things too.  Hey, I'm happy, that's what's important to
me. During sexual acts with Willie it gets so intense for me I have a hard
time catching my breath at times... that long dick of his has something to
do with that too of course... ha ha!  I know, I'm over sexed, but what's
the harm.

We're all undressed and Willie says to me, "Remember how Carl and Larry
used to fuck us, Dylan?" I'm nodding my head 'yes' and Willie goes, "Show
Andy your position, I'm going to do you two that way tonight... go ahead
now".  I'm like, "The towel too?" Willie makes a face and says, "Nah,
forget the towel... I like you boys cumming on my bed.  Just get in
position" so I take Andy's hand and say, "This is complicated, so do what I
do".  He looks real conscientious like he'll need to concentrate following
my every move... that made me grin because there isn't anything to it.  We
bend at the waist and lay our torso over the edge of the bed right next to
each other and spread our legs a little so Willie can fuck our
asses... and, oh yeah, we hold hands and do a little making-out too.  I
remember Willie and me doing that in Carl's bedroom while his graduation
party was going on outside, it's one of the early things that made me feel
a closeness with Willie, closeness with him on my way to falling in love
with him. Willie's got himself promoted to the one doing the fucking
though, so it's me and Andy supplying the pussies now. The two of us lay on
the edge of Willie's bed, our feet on the floor, our asses up, available
for our dominant sex partner. We're holding hands, my left in his right,
our faces close together, both of us smiling... Andy stretches his neck
over and we kiss, then do some tongue sucking as Willie pulls our panties
down and gives Andy, then me, a short spanking... maybe ten smacks on each
of our asses.  It wasn't a big spanking but don't get me wrong, my ass was
stinging pretty good... it's just always part of the dominance game.  Andy
and I bit our bottom lips keeping us from gasping at the smacks. "Pussy up
more, Andy... you're doing good Dylan... keep it there" A couple more slaps
that were really stinging now and then I feel the wet end of Willie's cock
rubbing along the top of my buttocks. Looking back at Willie I noticed he
has that aroused look in his eyes I'm used to seeing during our sexual
escapades... he is such a hot boy. I squirmed my cock against the corner of
the mattress and squeezed Andy's hand thinking, I love holding hands with a
boy.

Willie lubed my hole with eight or ten thrust of his finger, then screwed
in the dildo... he screwed it up further than he did earlier and I was
grunting from the uncomfortable feeling of it but said nothing because it's
obvious Willie's getting tired of Andy and me whining all the time.  Andy
saw my discomfort, squeezed my hand and rubbed his forehead against the
side of my face, dragging his short hair along my cheek, his hair so clean
and soft... he's quietly going, "Shhhhh" thinking the same thing I did
about our whining. Willie lubed Andy's hole then reached under Andy, his
lips near Andy's ear, to stroke his cock for a minute, and say "Nice boner.
Anybody wanna get fucked?"  Andy, squeaks out, "I do, Willie" and Willie
ruffles Andy's hair again and says, "You're second this time, baby"..  His
affection for Andy is so obvious, but it doesn't look like romantic
love... I don't think it does, hope not anyway.  I do get a little jealous
of the way Willie pays attention to Andy's inadequacies... is that the
right word? He does a lot of explaining and decision making for Andy is
what I mean.  Andy obviously adores Willie.  I'll just try to be as good a
boyfriend as I can be, what else can I do?  I don't think Willie prefers
Andy to me, but it's a lot closer call than I thought it was before today.
After ruffling Andy's hair and kissing the back of his neck Willie
straightened up, pulled the vibrating dildo out of my hole and without
turning it off screwed it into Andy's hole, way up.  Andy's face was
scrunched up again, but not a peep from him.  He squeezed my hand and I
nuzzled the side of his face like he'd done for me.  Willie, paying no
mind, grabbed hold of both my hips, thrust his hips forward and pushed his
boner in about five inches, than the other two inches in a slow shove. I
went, "Ohhhhhhhh, it feels so good, Willie..." and for the next five
minutes I knew nothing except pleasure as Willie fucked my hole with long
strokes at a steady pace sometimes letting go of my hips to lean forward
and squeeze the back of my neck causing chills to run down my back.  My
cock was hard and dripping.  At one point I thought I was gonna blow my
load and looked over to see Andy nodding his head as if he expected me to
pop off right then too... it passed though, Willie slowing down his thrusts
and then pulled out and smacking my ass, he says "What a pussy!  So tight,
I love it... I'll be back to you baby, don't go anywhere."

Breathing hard while feeling empty back there... empty until Willie took
the dildo out of Andy and screwed it way up my ass, almost to the ring at
the end, it felt good now and I bit my bottom lip as the vibrating got my
attention and caused a moan to slip out between my lips, the vibrating was
heaviest near the ring end and it had me right on the edge of climax, me
grunting and stroking my boner, red in the face and ridiculously aroused.
Andy goes "Oh Willie, Willie fuck me" and then the splat splat splat of
Willie's crotch smacking up against Andy's ass was constant for the next
five minutes... that and Willie's rough breathing and Andy's moans of
pleasure and whispers of Willie's name.  I thought I'd cum from one second
to the next but I didn't.  Willie fucked Andy twice as long as he'd fucked
me and finally Andy was babbling and bouncing and pulling on his boner when
his great cock fired off a nice string of very creamy cum... it shot out
hard about five inches onto the sheets and I wondered how far it would have
gone if the sheets weren't there... it came out with such force.  More cum
followed with Andy's hand a blur stroking that bone of his. Willie looked
like he was in pain with his mouth tightly close, his dick pulled out of
Andy, Willie squeezing it as if he was trying to prevent anything from
coming out, but as soon as I saw the head I knew he'd climaxed inside Andy,
there was a string of cum from the head of his cock attached somewhere up
Andy ass.  Willie goes, "Oh shit..." and a spurt of cum shoots out onto
Andy's buttocks followed by three more spurts... they shot out hard and
fast. Willie couldn't hold off and he jerked his sloppy boner almost as
fast as Andy had stroked his.  Those two both had that after climax look in
their eyes and I had a vibrating dildo up my ass and blue balls.  Willie
took a step back as he continued with tight strokes on his cock, slowly
now.  "He mumbled, "Sorry Dylan, I didn't want to pop-off before I got both
of you to cum, but I couldn't stop it. This is new to me, servicing both of
you, I mean... I wanted to do it so good but my dick gets real sensitive
fucking both of you at the same time... and I'm also having these quick
climaxes" I'm thinking, "Who's whining now? And what do ya mean, quick
climaxes?  Ya fucked me for over five minutes, then Andy for more than ten
minutes... that's a helluva lot of fucking for a number one climax", but I
didn't say any of it. Andy straightens up and says, "that was awesome
Willie you fuck me so good, nobody could do it as good as you" I say, "Will
somebody take the dildo out of my ass". Willie looks over and
half-heartedly slaps my ass saying, "what are you suppose to call that" as
he points at my rear.  I mumble, "My pussy... please take the dildo out of
my pussy".  Willie quietly goes, "that's better" and twist it out.  My blue
balls are still vibrating.

Then Willie whines some more, "My dick is so sore" Andy absently rubs my
head, I'm still there with my chest still laying on the bed.  Andy, with a
grin on his face, says, "You want me to fuck you till you get off, Dylan?"
I make a face back at him, then nod "yeah" enthusiastically, so Andy asks,
"OK if I get him off, Willie?" who says, "Yeah, sure..." Andy's cock is
still hard as a pole, he steps behind me and smacks my ass like Willie does
until I go, "Andeeeee!  Stop that!"  He says, "Oh, sorry Dylan... I thought
I'd do everything like Willie..." he was giggling.  I say, "Just the fuck
part, if ya don't mind.." Another giggle, then Andy's cock goes right up my
ass, er pussy, and he repeats the rough fuck he gave me before the Celtics
game... good thing I was up against the mattress or that little freckled
face kid would have knocked me over. He gets a death grip on my hips and
pulls me back as he's driving his boner up my hole. His wild roughness got
Willie laughing, saying, "Jesus, Andy... you're gonna break something".
Three minutes of that and I didn't even need to stroke my cock... I fired
off a lot of cum right onto the sheet, a load of creamy cum that had been
building up for twenty minutes or so... white creamy cum on the black satin
sheets.  The maids aren't going to believe all the dried cum on these
sheets when they change the bed Monday.  The Andy induced climax was one of
those burning ejaculations that felt fantastic even though it burned all
the way up and out.  I went, "Holy shit, Andy... I'm cumming like a
volcano, dude" and did I ever. Andy goes, "Hold on, I think I'm getting a
little spurt from another climax too".  He kept pounding away for another
ninety seconds than screeched, "Fuckkkkk... Ahhh".  One squirt only, he
told later, but it felt awesome.  We cleaned-up without showering this
time, it was one a.m. in the morning and we were all beat. Climbing into
bed the three of us did a version of Willie tying me up in his arms and
legs, the three of us clung together, I loved the feel of both of them.  We
may have all fallen asleep at the same time, next thing I knew the sun was
shining through the bedroom window.  Andy's head was next to mine, that
earthy boyish smell so nice, his arm across my chest... I rubbed my nose
against the hairs near his ear and he mumbled some unintelligible word
without waking.  Willie was rattling around in the bathroom.  I felt good
all over, totally sexually satisfied although if Willie says the word,
count me in for another round.  Bet he doesn't though, his dick is sore and
sex with a sore dick isn't any good.

Later on we showered together, Willie showed us his dark red cock
head... it reminded me of the dark red sore on Dodger's dick that time.
Dodger's sore cock was from jerking off too many times a day.  We all used
a lot of shampoo and bath gel and were really slippery. Taking turns Andy
and I washed each others pecker until they both were boners, lots of
childish giggling... water seems to bring out that kind of behavior in
boys.  The two of us were messing around sticking our boners up each
other's ass an inch or so, Willie laughingly saying, "Don't touch my dick
you perverts it's too sore for screwing around" but he thought the two of
us were a riot.  Andy and I would promise, "OK, that's enough, no more
fucking my pussy" and then the first chance either of us got we'd stick our
boner up the other guy's ass again... he or I would pull away screaming,
"Cheater, liar..." and then do the same thing to the other guy.  Willie's
saying things like, "What time does your pre school class start?" I made
the classic mistake of dropping the plastic bath gel bottle and without
thinking bent over to pick it up... Andy's boner was way up my ass in a
flash, he humped me a few times and I think we both knew we weren't going
to stop this time.

It's like I wasn't sure if we should or not, but maybe I won't have a
choice. Andy made a gasping sound tightening his grip around my waist
pulling my ass against his crotch.  I squeaked out, "Oh, Andy... oh..." he
humped me three or four more times and it felt so good I stopped
struggling, when I did Andy must have figured he had me anyway, so he says,
"Can I, Dylan?  Is it OK?" I straightened up and nodded my head.  My back
to his chest, him pressed tight against me, his forehead at my shoulder
level, he fucked me hard, both of us grunting with every slam up my ass.
Willie got turned-on and goes, "Let me have a taste of that dick" got on
his knees in front of me and sucked my cock, my hands in his short wet
hair... awesome climax into Willie's mouth. Warm water drenching all three
of us, Andy shooting a night's worth of cum up my ass and pounding my hole
for three minutes after his climax. Cum drooling out of Willie's mouth as
he sat on the marble floor of the shower laughing at the way Andy has been
going at it with me. "Oh my God, you two are such horny boys, it's funny as
hell to see you constantly fucking..."  Willie gets up wiping my cum off
his chin and sucking it off his fingers. All cleaned up, he says, "Ya know
Dylan, Andy's been wanting to fuck somebody ever since I've known him and
now he's found you, a boy who likes getting fuck as much as the rest of us
like fucking... a match made in heaven".  Andy was out of breath as he
pulled his cock out and, inexplicably hugged me, saying, "Thank you,
Dylan... don't listen to Willie, I fuck him once in a while too.  Don't I
Willie?" Willie's like, "Oh, is that what you're doing?... I wondered what
it was" and we're all laughing at that.  We've all been in a laughing good
mood most of this date, usually Willie and I get into at least one argument
every date we have, but on this date Andy smoothed things over somehow, and
no arguments.  Well, Willie did need to lecture Andy and me a couple times,
but nothing major I mean.

Getting rinsed off, then drying each other, we put our own clothes on and
headed out to breakfast.  The chef is off at Willie's house on Sundays so
Willie drove us to Denny's for breakfast.  When our order came I noticed
that every piece of bacon looked identical to every other piece... we
laughed with Willie saying, "Oh yeah, this is real bacon..."  They stamp
them out of some phony bacon like food, but we don't really care because it
does taste like bacon... the sausages are fake too. Whatever, it was a damn
good breakfast.  When Andy went to the bathroom Willie asked me how I
thought our three-way date had gone and I said it was a lot of fun... it
was great. Willie says, "Good, now don't start pouting like you've been
known to do, but we'll be having a lot more three-way dates".  I got this
wicked frown on my face without even realizing it and Willie holds up his
hands and says, "We'll still have dates just you and me, but we're going to
include Andy on some of our future dates too... actually, every other date
will be a three-way so get that frown off your face right now, that's the
way it's going to be."  I frowned harder and mumble, "Is this the beginning
of you dumping me for Andy, letting me down easy?" Willie took my hand and
said, "I'll never dump you Dylan, I love you way too much... you and me
bonded so tightly last summer, our trip to Sea Isle City was the turning
point... remember?"  I remembered alright, it was when I gave in on almost
everything Willie wanted, I was afraid he was going to dump me then too.  I
go, "Sure I remember..."  Willie goes, "Little lessons learned, right?" I
nodded and didn't say anything so Willie goes, "Give me a smile and tell me
you love me... come on sweetheart" and he squeezed my hand.  I said, "You
know I love you, I love you too much is the problem... you always get your
way."  Willie says, "Don't make me laugh, you get what you want plenty, and
you know it too... it's you who has me wrapped around your little finger."
I go, "Ha!" and Andy plops down and says to Willie, "Did ya tell Dylan?"
Willie goes, "Yes, and Dylan loves the idea, don't ya Dylan?" I use this
little phony child's voice and say, "Yes, I wuv it daddy". Andy shakes his
head a chuckles and Willie says, "See how thrilled he is, Andy?" I had to
grin, I can't blame Andy for wanting to go on dates with Willie, I want to
as well.

In the parking lot I say, "Can we kiss goodbye here Willie?  Ya know, me
being in the closet and all... doing it in front of my house might get
noticed". He puts his arm around my neck and pulls my head over to kiss the
side of my forehead, then says, "You know how I hate for our dates to
end... I hate it!" and we do a wet kiss on the lips.  Andy says, "Me too.."
so he and I do a wet kiss on the lips too.  I said to Andy, "You fuck me
good, dude" he says, "Like Willie says, you got a good pussy on ya..." We
get in the car, Andy in the back seat, Willie puts the top down saying,
"It's sixty-four degrees for Christ sakes... top down weather" and off we
go down route thirty toward my condo.  It has been an awesome date, lots of
sex and I felt wonderful all over, my dick didn't hurt at all... didn't use
it much actually, a couple times.  At my house Willie squeezed my hand and
told me he loved me, I got out and Andy took the shotgun seat, they pulled
away waving goodbye.

What a pair of sex pots!  That Andy is something else... a combination of
Elliot and Dodger. Cute kid and I'm glad I got to know him better. I went
in the house to say "Hi" to my Mom, we talked for twenty minutes. I told
her everything I did with Willie and his roommate except anything to do
with sex.  She goes, "How'd you get so lucky having rich friends like those
two boys? One row off the basketball court? Oh Dylan, that's so cool, those
seats are something like five hundred dollars each. She wanted to tell me
about plans for our summer vacation but the phone rings and I know not to
waste my time waiting for her to get off the phone, Mom can talk on the
phone a long, long time.  Playing with my earring I started upstairs to see
Chubby and all of a sudden remembered about my plan to ask Willie about new
earrings for us... oh well, next time maybe. Later today I have that
horrible shift at Stop & Shop to deal with, the one I switched with Alex so
I'd be off yesterday... the shift is from one in the afternoon till eight
o'clock tonight... dang! Chubby and I wrestled around a little bit, he'd
gotten his three-week buzz cut last night with the window washer boys and
he looked like some tough choir boy like ya might see in some old black and
white movie made a hundred years ago or something. He's so cool.  The four
of us... me, Chubby and the two Moms are eating out together tonight and we
talked about that and the Celtics game until I had to leave.  Work went Ok,
the dinner out after that was late, but great. During dinner we decided on
Wildwood again for this year's summer's vacation, we also decided to visit
two State Universities next weekend to make our final decision where we're
gonna go to college, we've been accepted to both. We're asking Robby to
come too because we're all going to college together. It has to be a state
college and it'll be one hundred percent paid for by college loans, but
we're going to college and we're super psyched about it too.  Before
falling asleep that night two thoughts popped into my head... one, what a
lucky life I'm leading, and two, what's Connor going to say to me tomorrow
about the hickeys, about anything he may have noticed from seeing Willie,
Andy, and me at the game?  Hmmmm....I wonder?

to be continued.....             Chapter 6  (Campus Visit)

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