Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 14:57:17 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION  Chapter 3    by Donny Mumford

			  DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION

	       Chapter 3 (End of July '09) by Donny Mumford

This summer has been fun although there's been a bit of a problem in the
nookie department. Robby and I continue to have difficulty finding a safe
spot to enjoy sex together. To be honest this seems to be bothering me more
than it bothers Robby. Of course I do have a constantly active sex drive;
with Robby it's different. I mean, he's always excited about our sex
together, but it's not on his mind all the time like it is with me. He's
got his baseball team, his supervisory position at work and others things
like that occupying some of his thoughts. With me it's mostly the
frustration of not having a safe spot for sex, and since my job doesn't
require much brain power there's lots of time to think about it. Last
summer I took it for granted because Willie and I had his bedroom as our
private sanctuary. We often enjoyed long luxurious sexual escapades in his
king-sized bed, occasional overnight sexathons too. Robby and I, on the
other hand, are having a tough time sneaking in some sex on the front seat
of his pickup. Since the Fourth of July we've managed only one quickie;
it's actually been extra difficult getting together recently because
Chubby's girlfriend is on vacation and he's been hangin' around the condo
more than usual. Don't get me wrong, I love chillin' with Chubby, it's just
that I need a little sexual relief with Robby too. The one time Robby and I
managed some sex was after a Dickers barbecue and pool party, the first one
following the Fourth of July. As with most Wednesday nights Robby had a
baseball game and I went along to watch him play. We both thought Chubby
would be coming with us too but after dinner he said he was tired and he'd
pass up the game tonight. I'd given Robby a quick raised-eyebrow look,
like... okay, we got a chance for some hanky-panky tonight!  Robby returned
a knowing smile; but we kept it low key because we didn't want to appear to
be happy that Chubby wasn't coming with us.

Later, when we were ready to leave for the game I'm walking toward the
driveway keeping a neutral expression on my face when Dodger showed me his
smart-ass, know-it-all smirk. I didn't want to react to it but I had to
grin at him anyway 'cause I knew what he was thinking. He'd tricked me into
outing Robby as my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago so he probably assumed
Robby and I would be doing something sexy before the night was over. And,
he was right! Chubby knows about Robby and me being boyfriends too, so
maybe he stayed behind to allow us some time to ourselves; actually, this
is about the third straight time he's passed up going to the game. Chubby
avoids discussing the gay topic so it's hard for me to know what he's
thinking. I gotta believe he's not comfortable with the idea of me and
Robby doing it which is why I never say anything like, "Hey Chubby, I've
got a date with Robby tonight so we might be back here later." No, I
couldn't say that, but it would simplify matters greatly if I could feel
relaxed enough with everything to share my bedroom with Robby, but I can't,
so I don't.

Anyway, it was only Robby and me going to the game that night.  I sat in
the stands directly in line with second base and watched Robby play ball
with the big kids, so ta speak. He's not bossing anyone around on this team
because he's a rookie here. Most of the other guys are either in college or
they're minor league pro players from the Pawsox.  All the guys look cool
in their uniforms; Robby's fits him perfectly. As always, I love the way he
pulls his baseball cap low on his forehead and leans forward tapping his
glove with his fist; his look of concentration with those startling blue
eyes staring in at the batter gets me hot. What a boyfriend!

After the game Robby drove us behind the high school and parked way up in
the upper parking lot near the soccer field. It's out of the way but still
risky because school grounds are patrolled by police. Desperate times
require desperate measures though, so there we were. We had no way of
knowing how much time we'd have before a patrol car cruised by so we
skipped the heavy make out and got right down to business. Robby said, "Ya
oughta get your pants off, Dylan." He was taking his uniform pants off as
he spoke. I pulled down my shorts and tugged them over my sandals as Robby
pushed at the back of my head indicating I should get on my knees in front
of the passenger seat, which I did. We were doing everything quicker than I
like, but there was this sense of urgency in the air.  Robby scooted over
to get a leg on either side of me. It was a hot night and I'd been sweating
just watching the game so it had to be even hotter for Robby playing in
it. No matter, I'd taken his sweaty cock in my mouth and right away a moan
slipped out from my throat, "Ahh, hmmm." It had been a couple of weeks
since the last time I got to do this so it's extra hot finally doing it
again; the salty taste from his perspiration added to the experience, made
it even hotter then the temperature in the car. Robby wiped the
perspiration off my face with the palm of his hand; his hand rubbed up my
nose smelling like leather from being in his baseball glove... that's
erotic too! He'd then pushed my hair back flat on my scalp saying, "You're
so sexy looking, Dylan." I remember looking up, my eyes at the top of their
sockets as I smiled at him around his cock. He made a smug, cool face, then
said, "Suck that cock, Dylan. You love it, make love to my cock you sexy
thing!"

Yeah, it's so cool being with him like that. I'd stroke his stubby boner,
then licked it from balls to pee slit, then back in my mouth it would go so
I could suck on the head again.. yum yum! After three or four minutes I'd
begun stroking myself and was lost in the pure joy of sucking cock and
pleasuring myself while hearing Robby's murmurs of arousal in the
background. Awesome! My dick was as hard as Robby's when he grunted, humped
his hips making a sound like he was in pain, then firing his load onto my
tongue. Some of that first volley of spunk skidded to the back of my throat
causing me to squeak out a weird sound and cough, spraying cum out of my
mouth around Robby's boner. Robby exhaled mightily, then cupped behind my
head pulling my face tight against his sweaty crotch, my nose pressed into
his hairless belly as he humped the head of his cock past my gag reflex and
down my throat firing off another string of cum in the process.  My hand
was a blur stroking my six inch boner. I'd arrived at ground zero almost
immediately, totally ready to blast off with a wild spunk load. Being
careful not to bite his cock, my hand was jerking my boner to and fro and
my face got all scrunched up from the awesome sensation in my groin; here
it comes! I made another weird groaning noise in my throat and fired a hard
stream of cum off to the left against the side of Robby's bare leg, then
another hard stream went straight between his legs; my fist tight around my
cock stroking and pulling it for all I was worth.

We'd been horny for each other and our climaxes came on us fast and hard
because of that. Mine had felt so good and was maybe a tad more frenzied
than Robby's. I can almost recreate that climax in my mind, it was a
powerful sensation giving me a sort of dizzy feeling that night. Robby had
his head back on the seat resting; kinda pensive. He was probably just
waiting for his rapidly beating heart to calm down and his breathing to
become normal. After a minute he'd reached down and scooped some of my cum
off his leg and rubbed it on his cock, which was still boned-up pretty
good. He stroked it back to a hard boner and mumbled, "Okay Dylan, we got
our cookies off so now we can take this fuck nice and slow. How 'bout you
get up here and sit on my cock." Crawling up onto the bench seat I'd gotten
a knee on either side of Robby's thighs. He'd smiled at me and said, "I
love you, Dylan! Tell me we'll be together forever; promise me that little
disappointments along the way won't ever break us up." I thought it was an
odd choice of words, he had my head between his hands pulling me to his
lips before I could reassure him I felt the same way he did.  I know about
young love being the most intense love we'll ever experience, but so
what... being together forever sounded just about right to me that
night. With me up on my knees we had a nice make out, we'd managed to
forget all about the police patrolling the school grounds. Lost in lust, we
simply had to taste each other's mouth and it was a hot, frantic make out
with lots of tongue and saliva. After a while Robby reached around me and
pushed a finger up my ass, guiding my hole to his boner, "Sit all the way
down on it, Dylan; okay?  It feels awesome when you do that." Well, it also
hurts like hell when I do that, but when he said, "Its right at your hole,"
I sat down on it and went all the way to his legs... Oww!  Even with my cum
on his dick as lubricant a black curtain of hurt engulfed me for a minute.
Willing myself not to complain, I squeezed my eyes and lips closed while
Robby humped his hips going, "Oh, ah fuck! Oh man, that's hot!" More
humping and the curtain began to lift slowly. It started feeling okay so I
opened my eyes to gaze at Robby's sweaty, happy face.

Another minute had to pass with Robby continuing to hump his boner up
inside me, before my ass began to feel good, then awesome, and I joined in
on the fun by energetically riding that short boner of his. I'd pull off
his cock entirely every sixth or seventh time I lifted up, but it felt so
good when Robby poked it back up inside me I didn't mind the
interruption. We did it that way for a while, then Robby pulled his boner
out on purpose, saying, "Lay on your back now, okay?" When he was between
my legs he pushed them as wide apart as we could manage on the bench seat
of the pickup, then pushed his cock back up inside me and began fucking me
hard and fast, grunting with the effort. He wildly hammered that stubby
cock of his up my ass with me bumping the top of my head into the passenger
door's handle with each thrust.  No problem, I'm used to my head banging
into something during our sex because Robby fucks hard, just like he plays
baseball... everything is balls to the wall, full speed ahead! Ahh, what a
fantastic feeling to have your boyfriend's cock up your ass, it's such a
thrilling experience. I was enthralled by it, and with my eyes wide open
I'd stared at Robby's face which reflected total concentration for what he
was doing.  His eyes were lightly closed, his lips parted, drops of
perspiration rolling from his forehead to eventually drip off the end of
his cute nose as his hips moved smoothly and steadily.  With Robby's knees
on both sides of my buttocks, he let go of my legs and his torso leaned
over mine, supporting himself with his hands, he picked up speed as he
pounded his swollen penis up my ass. Drops of his perspiration were now
landing on my neck and face. Near climax, his eyes fluttered and the tip of
his pink tongue poked out between his teeth and he'd begun making "Mmm"
sounds with each thrust up my ass. It was approaching the ten minute mark
when I first felt that unmistakable sensation in my balls and boner. Ah
yes, my second climax was building; the end of my cock swelled and the
shaft grew even harder as I stroked it slowly, not wanting the climax to
come on me too quickly. Then my pelvic muscles began tightening so it
wouldn't be long before spunk will be flying up from my nuts, through the
shaft and out the pee slit of my cock. Robby beat me to it though, he
grunted loudly twice, said, "Oh God!" and for the second time that night
fired his load of spermy spunk into my body; this one up my ass. The
slippery, sloppy sounds of his cum splattering on my buttocks had sent me
over the edge. With my fist tight around my cock, stroking it quickly now,
I squeezed down every muscle in my body and shot an amazing spit-ball of
cum up to my chin; the rest was only two small spurts of cum onto my
T-shirt but both of them felt awesome! Robby had been like, "Oh man, this
was so hot!" I'd nodded my head taking in oxygen, listening to my
thundering heart and flexing my sphincter muscle around his cock.

He humped me another minute or so, then pulled out and rustled around until
he was sitting on my chest. I opened wide and he guided his sloppy cock to
lie on my tongue with the head of it just touching the back of my
throat. He waited a few seconds staring at me with my mouth open, then,
"Okay, start sucking." I smile now thinking back to that.  It was a new
game at the time and it required me to wait for Robby, after he'd fucked
me, to say its okay for me to suck his cock. We make up goofy sex rules as
we're driving around in his pickup, the rules are always changing. The best
ones are the ones in which he demonstrates an authoritative attitude;
they're the kind that get my dick stirring around in my pants even though
we're merely discussing them. I rapidly licked his cock until it was shiny
clean that night, I did it like I was a dog lapping peanut butter off a
banana. Robby stared into my eyes with a look of relaxed contentment the
whole time. When we were driving away a little later we realized the big
chance we'd taken by staying at that spot so long. There was a patrol car
slowly cruising around the lower parking lot on the other side of the
fence. In another minute it would have been up to our spot. We were lucky
in another way too; if we'd chosen to leave via the exit on the other side
of the fence the patrol would have stopped us to find out why we were
there. It would mostly have been awkward to be questioned like that because
usually it's a boy and a girl getting caught in a lover's lane
scenario. Needless to say, if we'd been caught actually doing sex together,
then awkward wouldn't adequately describe the situation. Robby glanced over
at me that night, then reached over and I held his hand as he muttered,
"Close call!"

That's the only sex we've had together in the past two weeks. Naturally
I've whacked off many times imagining sex with Robby, but whacking off
while fantasizing about it doesn't compare to the real thing. I haven't
seen Connor either; not since that uber hot Friday night haircut some weeks
back, so what can I say, I'm horny as hell! I was even considering having
Dodger fuck me in the pool again, ha ha... not really. Dodger and I haven't
been alone together so even if I wanted to, which I don't, it wouldn't have
been possible. These are horny days, my friend. The closest thing to some
actual sexy activities was the night Dodger and Robby came to my condo for
haircuts. It was one night last week and Dodger brought his fuck buddy,
Vinnie.  As a matter of fact, Chubby was bouncing around the condo as well,
although he didn't need a haircut. So ya might say we had ourselves a
partial haircut party. Well, party is a stretch; it was more like hanging
out which isn't anything new for us. In one way it was a rather odd
conglomeration of gay boys; well, gay boys plus whatever Chubby is. Odd in
the sense that Dodger and Chubby and Vinnie know that Robby and me are
boyfriends, but Robby isn't aware that they know.  And, neither Chubby nor
Robby know about Vinnie and Dodger being fuck buddies, although I do. For
the record, Robby and Chubby are the only ones who know about me and
Willie. No one knows about Ray and my one-time gay sex except Ray, and only
Jay knows about Elliot and me, but since they weren't here that night, they
don't count. Same thing applies for none of the guys knowing about me and
Connor, although Connor knows about me and Robby. Headache inducing stuff,
ain't it? You can't tell the players without a score card. Anyway, here's
the nutty part... four of the guys present that night are gay guys and I
suspect Chubby of being bi, but still there was precious little opportunity
for sex between anyone. That's because any of the five boys having sex with
another might out someone to somebody who didn't want to be outed, or
something like that. What a sex orgy we could have had though; maybe
someday we will. Not that night unfortunately, although there were a few
blue balls during the evening. Oh yeah, actually there was one climax too
and not surprisingly it was Dodger who had it; he of the so-called haircut
fetish.

I'd splurged and bought three pizzas and a big Greek salad for everyone's
dinner. We had potato chips and onion dip for our hor d'oeuvre, plus plenty
of sodas.  Spare no expense for your friends, that's my motto.  After we
ate Robby and Chubby went into my bedroom to play a game on my computer
while I cut Dodger's hair. Vinnie goes where Dodger goes so he was
downstairs with us. Dodger still wants a buzz cut, and he still gets a
boner while I'm cutting it. He fidgets during the haircut, groping his bird
and doing low moans of arousal. It's weird, but fascinating too. I'd
finished with the clippers and was using the trimmers to give definition to
his hairline along the sides and then across the front when Dodger let a
lot of air out of his lungs and goes, "Oh man! Can ya cut it shorter?" So
I'd cut the hairs above his forehead even shorter than the normal buzz
which had Dodger grunting and openly groping his crotch, massaging his
boner. I'd seen this hair style on some cool dude in People magazine and
replicated it on Dodger. Vinnie hadn't been witness to all Dodger's
groping, he'd been in the recliner watching his dream boy, Justin Bieber,
performing on MTV. Justin's only fifteen but he's a real talent, and a very
hot looking Canadian boy. I'd glance over and see Vinnie groping himself
and then look down at Dodger groping himself and... well, ya just gotta
love the young gay boys. They're hot!

When I'd finished Dodger's haircut I squeezed the back of his neck saying,
"This style buzz looks so cool on you, Dodger! It's got definition, dude!"
He had his fist around his boner from the outside of his shorts, gasping,
"Oh man, I need to cum, can you give me some tongue?" That boy's never been
what you'd call inhibited. Leaning my face down to him he beat me to it and
stuck his tongue in my mouth and, yum! He tastes just like his brother,
Robby. Vinnie looked up just then and, already turned-on by Justin, he'd
squeaked, "Hey, let me do that too!" Vinnie's not what you'd call inhibited
either. He'd trotted right over, a cute smirk on his face like, "Me too!" I
was certainly up for it, but first I did a quick check of the stairs,
didn't hear anything, so what the hell. Our arms go around each others
shoulders like a scrum; Dodger was still sitting, Vinnie and me standing on
either side of him. The three of us had our faces squished together, noses
pressed against noses, and tongues against tongues. What a great feeling
those youthful faces were as we lapped tongues and licked lips and did some
half-assed kissing while laughing a little 'cause it was basically nuts.
Nuts, but fun. Those two boys already have all the sexual equipment they'll
ever need and at sixteen they still have their baby faces too, which I love
and which makes them very hot young studs. Hanging out with the kids will
keep ya young!  We'd gone at it as long as we dared, probably too long to
be honest 'cause there's no telling when Robby or Chubby could've popped
down here to see what's up. By the end we'd all had a hand on someone's
dick and there was nothing but boners in our pants. Total time for our odd
three-way make-out was maybe three or four minutes, but it had Dodger near
the edge. His face flushed, he asked me, "Will you be the lookout for me
and Vinnie, Dylan?" I knew he needed to climax so I nodded "yes," and he'd
taken Vinnie's hand, pulling him to the half bath. Vinnie had looked back
at me, saying, "Cut my hair just like ya did Dodger's, okay, Dylan?" I
shrug, "Sure, dude. Whatever you want." It was funny seeing both boys with
tents in their laps as they hurried to the powder room. A four inch tent in
Dodger's and a much bigger one in Vinnie's. I chuckled at them, but at the
same time I was kinda jealous and felt a little left out too.

I'm not sure if it was oral sex or a hand job, but Dodger had gotten his
rocks off one way or another. It's easy to tell because his energy level
isn't revved way up after climax, he's calmer, almost like a normal
kid. Vinnie and Dodger were only in the half bath a couple of minutes
because, hell, Dodger was just about ready to blow his load from the
haircut and the kisses.  While cutting Vinnie's hair I'd examined him
closely but couldn't spot the tell tale signs of cum on his lips or hands.
No way was it up his ass, not enough time for that although they are only
sixteen so almost anything is possible. Then, for some reason, everyone was
down in the finished basement when I was cutting Robby's hair so we didn't
even get to kiss. That's the way it's been going for us all summer. Robby
seems calm about it so maybe he's more mature than I am. He still wants the
flattop haircut and on him it does look excellent. I always think back to
my eleventh grade pop culture course and the old copies of a magazine
called The Saturday Evening Gazette or was it The Saturday Evening Post ?
On the cover of one was a drawing of the All American Boy. This innocent
looking teenaged choir boy has a sexy slim body, a boyishly cute face, rosy
cheeks, and a blond flattop haircut. Every time I'd see that cover, even
before we were close friends, I'd think, "That's Rob Dickers!"

Well, like I said, that haircut night was as close to a sexy encounter as
I've been involved in during the past two weeks and that's just plain
pathetic! Hell, it's embarrassing!  Oh, I just thought of something else
about that magazine's All American Boy: he looks like Robby alright, but
I'll bet ya anything he doesn't fuck his boyfriend as good as Robby fucks
his! Okay... that remark right there is an indication of how horny I
am. Help is on the way though; Mary Jo comes home this Saturday which means
Chubby will be among the missing again. Of course I wish I could have
Chubby around all the time and also have my sexy time with Robby. That's
not in the cards just yet though so I'm yearning for Robby at the
moment. And another thing, we only have about ten days left in July after
which Chubby, me, and the moms will be in Wildwood, New Jersey. We'll be
there the first two weeks of August for a true vacation from not only
school, but from work too. It'll be just Chubby and me again this summer so
that's another reason I'll take all of Robby that I can get before we
vacation at the shore.

It's Friday and I'm on the bus heading for work trying to remember the last
time I went two weeks without sharing sex with another boy. It's idiotic
when you think about it because I actually have a real live boyfriend! Now,
if only we could just get together once in a while, it would be perfect!
Thinking more positively, I do have this nice feeling six inch boner going
for me right now. Be grateful for small favors, ya know?  Riding on a bus
often gives me a boner and boners feel good.  With both hands in my pockets
I'm playing with myself as I glance up to see a potential problem; a
derelict gets on at the first stop. Scruffy older character who may or may
not be a derelict drops a token in the slot and then surveys the passengers
before moving into the bus proper. I can almost predict what's going to
happen and it ain't gonna make me happy. I watch the man stumble down the
aisle getting closer and closer to me. I'm hoping and praying he doesn't
sit next to me as he's passing up available empty seats one after
another. Fuck! He sits right down beside me and moves into part of my half
of the seat. I ease my hands out of my pockets staring out the window,
pissed off; this is a bad omen. Then I snicker to myself thinking about the
two of us: a derelict and a pervert sharing a seat this morning. Ha ha! I'm
not really a pervert though; so what if I was playing with myself on my way
to work? I'm just a teen who likes his penis. The derelict smells like
motor oil, by the way. Hey, where's the Asian boy who flipped me the bird?
What would he smell like? I haven't seen him on the bus for a while and I
tried to picture his unique features in order to block out this intrusive
derelict. When it's my stop I squeeze by the derelict as he's brushing my
ass with his hand, at least I hope it was his hand. One thing's for
certain, I sure don't need to be concerned about hiding my boner walking up
the aisle today, not after that disgusting person shared his motor oil body
odor with me and then rubbed my ass. Jesus! What a start to my workday.

Shortly I'm walking around the Dickers Landscape & Design Company's grounds
smoking and thinking about tonight. Robby's got another baseball game so
it'll be just Chubby and me going to the movies.  We'll be joining the gang
we usually hook up with on Friday nights so it's kind of a routine night,
but that's okay; I'll be with Chubby. Mary Jo returns from New Hampshire
tomorrow so this will be Chubby's last night as a bachelor. Maybe when
Robby and I hook up tomorrow night we can... oops, my daydreaming causes me
to lose track of the time and I glance at my wristwatch mumbling, "Shit!"
With just minutes to spare I'm in the locker room changing into my work
clothes and then hustling to join my work crew. Robby made a face like
"You're almost late again!" Everyone was present so we loaded up the trucks
and took off for a day of landscaping, which for our crew means cutting
grass. I'd frowned at Robby's critical expression and instead of getting in
the cab like usual, I climbed into the back of the pickup with the rookies,
pouting. It started raining before we got to the first job and it continued
raining all morning which really sucks. Working right through the rain
everyone was totally soaked by lunch time and a little cranky too, even
Robby. It takes longer to get through our lawn schedule when it rains so we
were already two lawns behind schedule by lunchtime. Robby made an
announcement at lunch break, "We're working late tonight guys, so call
whoever you need to at lunch and inform them you'll be at least an hour
late this afternoon." Chubby doesn't want me calling him at work so I'll
wait until after work before doing it. There were groans about working
late, especially on a Friday, but nobody gave Robby much of a hard time
about it. For one thing he'd just fired a kid who complained too much about
this or that, and for another thing everyone knows Robby's the owner's son,
so how smart would it be to give him a hard time?

The sun came out in the afternoon and we did manage to finish all the lawns
only an hour later than usual.  Back at the garage there was one more
procedure I needed to help with before thinking about heading home. The oil
needed to be changed in the mowers and since my next bus won't be for
forty-five minutes, and to make up with Robby too, I volunteered to haul
the old oil around the side of the building and down to the basement of the
warehouse. Robby gave me a sweet smile and an air kiss when no one was
looking.  It made me feel better; pouting all day is exhausting. Ordinarily
Robby would give me a ride home in a late-workday situation like this
except today he needs to go directly to the baseball game and he's already
late. He hurriedly cleaned up in the lavatory and then changed into his
baseball uniform. This place will be completely deserted shortly as
everyone is anxious to start their weekend; we have every other Saturday
off and tomorrow is an off day. Robby squeezed my arm, said a quick, "Love
ya, Dylan!" and was gone.  It turns out I'll be the last person in the
whole complex so Robby gave me the keys to lock up.

By the time I finished with the last of the oil it was as quiet in here as
I've ever experienced it. We'd accumulated quite a bit of old oil which I
consolidated into a plastic five gallon container. After tightening the
container's lid I lifted it to see how heavy it is; it's wicked heavy!
Struggling with the weight of it, I went out the backdoor, which slammed
shut behind me, and staggered with the container heading for the secluded
side of the building. I'll need to carry the oil about two blocks all
together. All the way around the back to the far side of the building, and
then halfway down that side to the steep stairwell that led to the side
entrance. That side of the Dickers complex borders a parking lot, and
across the parking lot is an old abandoned municipal building which the
parking lot belongs to. Dickers Company has courtesy use of it as overflow
parking space. At the far end of the lot were two cars, a BMW and a Saturn;
one was giving the other a jump start with a battery pack. I didn't pay
much attention to them until a chill ran down my back; Joel used to be the
one who assisted with that sort of thing. Well, maybe now that he's a white
collar office worker he doesn't do that stuff anymore. I sure as hell hope
it's not him. Not knowing what kind of car Joel drives and realizing that
one of those two guys being Joel would be a major coincidence; out of all
the employees at Dickers Landscape & Design Company Joel is one of two guys
still here the exact same day I need to be here late? I called myself
paranoid and stopped worrying about it.

Anyway, I've got my hands full dealing with this goddamn container of oil
and it's getting freakin' heavier with every step I take. By the time I get
to the side entrance sweat is rolling down my forehead burning my eyes and
I'm wishing for some of that rain we had earlier today. There are sixteen
high granite steps leading down to the basement storage area.  I'd been in
the basement garage only once before, its ceiling is maybe twenty feet high
so the place can accommodate trucks and construction equipment. This is the
only people entrance for this big area which is stupid, but there are three
large garage doors on the other side that the trucks and foot traffic use
during the workday. Maybe I should have gone around the other way to enter
from the front. Too late now.  I rested the oil container on each step
going down. It's can seem kind of creepy around here when you think about
the secluded nature of this entrance and how eerily quiet it is. A third of
the way down I was startled when the silence was broken by a car engine
starting up. Looking through the bottom of the bars along the ledge running
the length of the stairwell I see at least one of the cars leaving, from
here I can't quite see the other car so maybe it left too. Good!  As I
continue down, each of my footsteps echoes in my ear making it even
creepier. Huffing and puffing I arrive at the bottom only to discover the
damn key won't work.  Turning it as hard as I can it finally works when I
lean against the door with my shoulder. Pushing the door open, the hinges
complain by creaking like they do in horror movies. It makes me think,
"This sucks! This sucks!  Its pitch black and musty inside, but cooler than
it is outside. Reaching my arm in, fumbling my hand against the wall
searching for the light switch I half expect someone to grab my arm from
inside. I'm already spooking myself when something big scurries across the
floor in the dark.  Jesus! I'm really jumpy, but here's the light switch. I
flick the switch, the lights and exhaust fans come on simultaneously making
a loud swooshing sound that scares the shit out of me. I jump back, letting
out a little scream at the same time, then feel foolish. After checking the
floor to make sure that scurrying thing wasn't in the area, I hurriedly put
the container of oil with the other containers along the wall and back out
of the door, turning out the lights as I go. The exhaust fan goes off too
and it's once again eerily silent and pitch black.  I'm thinking, "Okay,
that's done, now let me get the hell out of here!"  and pull the door
closed, as I hear the hinges protesting again and then the lock
clicking. Turning around and the sun is bright and the world seems real
again. I head up the steps feeling light as a feather without that five
gallon container of oil to carry. Let my weekend begin!

Halfway up the steps I hear, "I thought that was you, pussy boy."  It
startled me and I went "YO! Wha..." then my balls got tiny and my dick
shriveled up as I look up and see Joel standing at the top of the steps
sneering down at me. Stopped in my tracks I looked quickly behind me
remembering instantly how much trouble it was opening that door. I thought,
"No! The last place I want to be is in that creepy storage area."  Joel's
got an especially sinister smirk on his face when I look back up at
him. He's dragging from his unfiltered cigarette, when he exhales the
smoke, he says, "I watch you in the parking lot every morning and every
afternoon. Watch you as you're swinging that cute ass of yours. And I know
very well that you're totally aware I'm watching you too. It's fucking
disgusting the way you purposely try to attract my attention! You're a real
cock teaser, ain't ya?" I gulp and say, "I don't know what you're talking
about. Don't start all this stuff again, Joel. Please, just leave me
alone." He mocks me by mimicking me, "Please, just leave me alone!"  Then
he sneeringly says, "What a little girl you are. That's what you want to
be, isn't it: a little pussy slut? You got those whoring bedroom eyes and
those sexy lips and that pretty face. How long did ya practice the way you
shake your ass when you walk, and why don't you just wear a sign around
your neck saying "Joel, please fuck me!"? You're a slut alright, that's
exactly what you are. A slutty cock teaser and I need to straighten your
ass out! You need to be corrected!" Sweat is pouring from me now; it's
really hot in the stairwell with the late afternoon sun shining down on me
and absolutely no air moving around in this pit. Standing there sweating
I'm sensing Joel's taken his crazy act to a new and more dangerous level. I
whine, "Why do you say these terrible things to me? I've never done
anything to you." He goes, "Oh, haven't you?  Really? You never done
nothing to me, huh? What a crock of shit! You or someone you know did
something to me alright!" I'm shaking my head as he shouts, "Get the fuck
up here! We got unfinished business."

Okay, I'm shaking all over now but I'm also trying to pull myself together.
He turns me into the little girl he was just talking about, my legs feel
like spaghetti. Joel looks around and chuckles, then in a conversational
voice, which is scarier than his sneering voice, he says, "Hey, there ain't
nobody in the whole fucking place except you and me.  And ain't this just
the perfect fucking spot to have our little meeting?" I can't think! I tell
myself, "Think! Think! Think!  Don't listen to him!"  But it's so fucking
hot down here and I'm basically trapped. He prattles on, "Did ya know
that's what I do all day; arrange fucking meetings. Its busy work fit for a
cunt, but I gotta do it because it's all I'm good for since that so-called
accident you arranged." I'm still trying to think what to do. Running away
from him is a good idea except he's blocking the top of the steps. He
snaps, "I told you to get the fuck up here!" I took a deep breath and tried
to pull off the unexpected. I tried to come off really pissed! Taking a
deep breath, my heart pounding like a drum, boom, boom, boom!  I yell at
him, "You're unbalanced and delusional and I'm calling Mr. Dickers to
report this intimidation of yours! You won't even be able to do the cunt
work then 'cause you'll be fired!" My voice was slightly shrill and my eyes
were teary by the time I was through. His eyes weren't though, they opened
wide with wildness in them. He hesitated for a second, his face flinched,
he snorted like a bull and charged down the eight steps that separated us
grabbing me by my T-shirt ripping it half off me and smacking the side of
my face screaming, "Shut the fuck up you pussy!" I'm going, "Don't!"
Another slap as I hold my hands up protecting my head. He rustled me
around, got his hand inside the back elastic band of my basketball shorts,
ripping the band as his hand went in, and squeezed my bare ass. Then his
long middle finger went all the way up my asshole. I was gagging with the
pain, not only the violent insertion, but his finger nail cut my anus going
in.  Joel was behind me, he had an arm around my throat and literally
picked me up with an arm under my chin and, mostly, just the one hand
cupping my bare buttocks, me against his chest; his biceps bulging
revoltingly, his long middle finger way up inside me. Joel's hand was a
small seat I sat on as he walked unsteadily up the steps. All the way up he
held me in front of him about waist high, like a ventriloquist's dummy.

My hole hurt too much for me to struggle and with his arm around my throat
I had no choice but to lie back against his disgusting chest and balance
myself on his hand. He was breathing too hard to say anything himself and I
was in shock so no words were spoken going up the steps. I was definitely
in some kind of shock, but still scared enough to worry about peeing in my
pants. At the top of the stairs he walked the length of the stairwell and
sat me on the wrought iron railing near where it attached to the building,
my feet dangling over on the steps' side. Just the back of my thighs near
my knees supported me on the railing. Joel's hand covered most of my
buttocks; it was massaging both cheeks, his middle finger seemed to almost
touch my tonsils. From this perch it looked a long way down to the bottom
granite step. Through the pain, which was thankfully ebbing, I tried for a
reconciliation, "Okay, that was rude of me, Joel. I'm sorry I yelled. Can
we talk regularly, please?"  His chin was on the top of my head, he'd
adjusted me back against his chest so that just my shoulders and the back
of my head rested against him. I had my arms behind me gripping his pants
on the outside of both his legs for fear he'd drop me backwards. He smelled
of some offensive after-shave, but that was preferable to the way he
smelled the earlier time I'd run into him. I could feel his heart beat
against my left shoulder; it was a slow dull thump and didn't seem to be
thumping fast enough to do the job, although obviously it was.  Joel,
catching his breath, said, "Not such a smartass now, are ya? You'll learn
the proper way to address your master. For now keep that scared pussy voice
going for ya and maybe you won't get slapped again." I whine, "Please let
me down, Joel, you're hurting my, me... my rear end." He had no reply.  It
felt like he was rubbing his revolting nose across the top of my head. I
heard a quiet, "Mmmmm," from him.

Then his arm came from around my neck so he could pet my head and ruffle my
hair. I tightened my grip on his pants balancing my body against his chest
to keep from falling sideways. Soon he began running his fingers through my
short hair, over and over; it seemed to calm him. After maybe thirty
seconds he again used that creepy, conversational voice to say, "I was
going to work out a mutually agreed upon day and time for our
meeting. That's the way we talk in the office, ya know. But now I'm not
going to be so nice about it because you were rude. Weren't you rude to
me?" He was still fondling my head while he was talking. I didn't say
anything because I was so uncomfortable with his finger up my ass and all,
and anyway, when I tried to make a point earlier he'd exploded. He shook me
almost gently then and put his head down beside mine to ask again, "Weren't
you rude just now?" I go, "Yeah, I apologize for that," he began finger
fucking me then, which hurt. He mumbled, "How's this feel? Feel good, does
it?" I got the shivers at how creepy he was acting. At the same time the
back of my thighs began aching from the railing boring into the flesh. His
lips brushed against my ear, he was breathing roughly now, as he spoke
softly in this eerie whispery way, saying, "You know you're like a walking
sex act, the live kind they have at the Rocky theater. It's almost as if
sexiness floats off you like magic dust. Did you know that?  Are you some
kind of boy witch or something? A beautiful boy warlock?"  I began to hope
this crazy bastard might have morphed into another personality here. You
know, like those multiple personality people. I try for nice, "Ah, please
Joel, let's start over and be friends. You know, like you said, we can have
a nice talk about that meeting you were going to arrange. Can we do that?"
He hesitated, I could feel him shaking his head fast from side to side,
then he snorted again like he'd done before storming down the steps, and
then screamed in my ear, "You think I'm queer don't you. Is that what
you're saying to me, you pussy?" I'm like, "Huh? What do you mean? I
didn't..." He roughly jerked my body up and my thighs flopped off the
wrought iron rail and then back down on it hard, "OW!" I cried. He snarled,
"Tonight is the night. Our meeting is tonight! Don't you dare infer I'm a
faggot! I correct wayward youth for their own good! I help them see the
correct way and I'm gonna help you too!" The back of my legs ached. I
mumbled, "OK," to agree with whatever he wanted me to agree with; obviously
he's insane.  He calmed down a little, but still sounded pissed-off when he
asked, "Do you know the Glendale section of town?" I've giving up trying to
follow his logic, or lack of it, but this sounds like it might be
good. Seems like we're making plans for later, which means there'll be a
later. I mumble, "Yeah, down by the warehouses." He goes, "Right. At Ryder
and Holmes streets there's a Deli called Ryder Deli.  It'll be closed,
everything is closed at dusk in that part of town. You take the "L" bus,
the bus stop is down the street from the Deli. I'll meet you there at nine
tonight and we'll go to my place so I can correct you properly.  Prepare
yourself for a rough ride, but one you need. I've corrected some but you're
the worst... oh, never mind that.  Just be there!"

He's more deranged than ever; this guy is way beyond just being out of his
mind: he's two or three lunatic asylum stages past crazy! He needs to be in
a really, really, really secure detention unit! I go, "Oh, okay, Joel. What
should I bring with me?" He says, "Nothing, ya dumb shit! You won't be
wearing nothing in the dungeon." The finger fucking continues and as much
as I hate to admit it, it didn't hurt anymore.  As a matter of fact, his
finger was going right over my prostate and was starting to get the
attention of my balls. I willed myself to ignore it. Trying to sound
sincere, I said, "Okay, nine o'clock then. Take the "L" bus route.  I got
it." He says, "You'll be there overnight, maybe Saturday night too. The
quicker you learn your place and learn how to please your master, the
quicker you can enjoy the benefits of your master's big organ. It's not all
punishment, ya know." I wasn't paying much attention now because my dick
was beginning to react on it's own to the constant massaging inside my
hole. The little cut on my anus was forgotten. Abruptly Joel stopped
fondling my hair and reached down to rip the elastic band of my shorts in
front inserting his hand to now fondle by cock and balls. "You shave your
pussy, boy?" This is embarrassing.  I squeak out, "Ah, yeah, I guess." He
mumbles, "Saves me the trouble of doing it. All your hair must go."  I'm
frowning with concentration now because it's getting harder and harder to
ignore his finger fucking and the penis manipulation. I can tell my
breathing is picking up and there's no sense denying it; I'm gonna cum.

To make matters worse he's now steadily massaging my cock; he has it
between a couple of his fingers and he's pulling the foreskin off the head,
then pushing it back on, then off and on, over and over. My dick is totally
without a single brain cell, it simply reacts to the stimulation and I
begin squirming against his chest, my sphincter's tightening and opening on
his finger. He doesn't appear to notice; in yet another tone, this one
almost normal, he says, "You think I'm stupid, don't ya? Well I'm not! I
know you'd tell me anything so I'll let you go, then you won't show
tonight, right? That's what you're thinking, ain't it?" My cock was almost
boner-up, I gasped, "What, huh?" I was definitely on my way to climax. He
was in no hurry, everything was done deliberately. Joel says, again in that
almost normal voice, "I looked up your personnel file, Dylan Newman. It
says you're a male and I think I'm stroking a penis but is it yours or was
it sewn onto your pussy?" I go, "Huh? Pussy? Oh, I'll be there,
Joel. Promise." There was precum in my pants now and I squeaked out a sigh,
he chuckled and, sounding much more excited now, said, "Getting ready to
blow a little spunk are ya, pussy? In the dungeon I got a milking machine
that will keep you pumping jism all fucking night long. I got plugs with
batteries for your hiney hole too, dildos galore. Some of them are a little
messy with fecal matter from my previous pet boys, none as cute and sexy as
you though. You won't mind their fecal matter, will ya? We got clamps for
your girly titties too and weights to stretch your nuts, if ya have
any. How does all that sound to ya?" He was getting more and more excited
obviously, but I only heard bits and pieces of his ranting, I was just
about on the brink.  Then I gave in; clamping my jaw shut, humping my hips
off his hand slightly and grunting with the involuntary tightening of my
stomach muscles, and spunk spurted from my cock head into my pants. It
wasn't even a good feeling, not special like climaxing should be. Then
another spasm of muscle tightening and more cum drooled out; like the
psycho said, it was more like being milked than having an orgasm.

Blinking at this outrage, I was all of a sudden so tired, so sick of Joel,
so sick of being helpless. Then the obvious became clear in my head and it
helped my state of mind immeasurably to finally realize that this is it,
the Joel resolution is going to happen tonight. I'm going to get Chubby to
help me kill this motherfucker, or at least put him out of commission
again, this time in a very serious way. We gotta do something that at the
very least will make him unable to be a danger to anyone. A kind of dead
feeling came over me, stone cold heart and all. This maniac is going to be
out of my life for good, it's already settled in my head... me and Chubby
will handle it, no one else. Joel was still talking but I wasn't paying
attention anymore. I felt like shit and was sick to my stomach, but at the
same time I can't ever remember having a raging feeling of hatred like I
have now. I've never been this angry, it consumes me. It's a sick unhealthy
feeling, but at the same time I felt dangerous and lethal too. I guess the
anger showed on my faced because Joel stopped saying whatever it was he was
saying, and instead sneers, "Oh, is the pussy pissed off? Too fucking bad!
I'm the crippled one, not you! You did something to my mower, didn't you?"
He abruptly pulled his finger out of my ass and rubbed it across my upper
lip saying, "You'll be there at nine o'clock, don't even think about not
showing or I'll be meeting your mother when she gets out of work
tonight. I'll put the tittie clamps on her tits! Got it, you witch bitch?"
I nodded my head as best I could instead of speaking because I was afraid
the contempt I felt for him would be unmistakable in my voice. He goes on,
"Your old lady served me drinks at that restaurant-bar she works at. It was
the night before last and I wrote something dirty on the napkin for her as
a tip. You show up where I said, or I'll show up at the restaurant. Got
it?"

Oh yeah, I got it alright; nothing could keep me from showing up tonight
you loony freak. Then, being careful how I said it, I say, "I'll be there
Joel, you don't need to worry about that." I wanted him to hear fear in my
voice so I tried to sound meek as a mouse. He chuckled, then mumbled, "I
know you will 'cause you want what I got. You've always wanted what I've
got and now you're finally gonna get your wish.  Yep, after trying to get
my attention for so long, you've finally gotten it." Then he smeared his
middle finger under my lip on my front teeth and the acrid taste of shit
was all I tasted. He added, "I'm not worried in the least. You're gonna be
my pet dog by Sunday. I'll have a nice doggy collar, leash, and food bowl
for you too; they've all been used before but by the time you're using 'em
you won't care." He pulled his hand out from the front of my pants and
rubbed my cum on my face and in my hair saying, "Have you ever been whipped
by a cat o'nine tails? No? After ripping your clothes off, I'm going to tie
your hand up on a rafter hook so you're just barely able to stand on your
toes, and then I'll whip that cute ass of yours till you can't take it any
more, and then I'll whip you again. You any good at begging, Dylan Newman?"
He was off in another world; maybe he does have a split personality. To
keep him off guard, I meekly say, "You're not going to do any of those
things, you'd end up in jail." He says, "You wouldn't tell on your Daddy
would you? That's who I'll be to you by Sunday," and he actually
laughs... at least I think it was a laugh.

Just when I'm thinking we're about done here, he says, "Get yourself ready
for anything!" as he's straightening me up and sliding my ass onto the
wrought iron railing. Letting go of his pants, I'm expecting to be lifted
off the railing but instead he pushes me forward off the railing into the
stairwell.  I screamed going down, groping behind me with both hands and in
the nick of time caught a single railing spoke to keep me from crashing
into the granite steps a long way down. I hung there backward for a second
with my arm feeling like it was coming out of the socket.  When I felt
steady enough, I slowly got my body around facing the side wall of the
stairwell and immediately grabbed a metal spoke with my other hand and,
letting go of the original spoke, then grabbing a new spoke with that hand,
I was safe. My body hung in the stairwell, my sneakers about ten feet from
the bottom. After a few seconds I took in a big breath and pulled myself up
to get a knee on the ledge, then stood up and straddled the railing getting
over to the parking lot side and collapsed on the ground panting. Joel was
gone. He probably never even looked back after pushing me from the railing.

My mind was blank for a second, and then my thirst for revenge got hotter
and hotter until it blazed like a furnace and I had murder in my heart. I
don't believe I could really kill anyone except in self defense, the
question is: Is this self defense? I need a plan. No crying from me this
time, none of my rationalizations either. None of the "I should have done
this or that or I should have said this or that." No, none of that
shit. Just conviction in my heart that this is it, this is going to be the
end of my fears where that insane maggot is concerned. There will need to
be some sort of game plan of course, and the plan needs Chubby in it. Then
I thought, "Wait a minute... this whole thing is impossible, he can't
believe he'd get away with doing all that shit to me!" Then right away I
realized there are tons of examples of horrible things being done to
someone everyday: husbands murdering their wives, or money scams so
outrageous they're hard to believe, or mothers drowning her children 'cause
she wants to be with some guy who doesn't like kids or because God told her
to do it, and in every case you could ask yourself, "How the fuck did he or
she think they were going to get away with that?"  They do though, they
think they'll get away with it because they're either stupid, or crazy, or
delusional or all of the above. I have no idea how many of those things
Joel said he was going to do he'd actually do, and I have no intention of
finding out either. There's little doubt in my mind he's done very bad
things to other boys in the past though, the horror of it comes through in
the manner Joel goes on about the used dog collar and dildos with fecal
matter, and other gross stuff like that. He talked about the whipping with
a sense of reverence.

Calm and cold blooded is my frame of mind as I sit here on the ground,
zombie like, with this strange feeling of growing confidence. Then, looking
around I asked myself out loud, "What smells like shit?" before remembering
that it's my own shit I'm smelling from Joel rubbing his middle finger
under my nose. I stagger to my feet feeling the wetness of cum cooling in
my jockey underpants now too. All my faculties are returning and my
unpleasant conditions, one by one, are checking in with my brain. There's
cum drying on my face and in my hair, aches and pains on the back of my
thighs and my arms, and the shit in my mouth and nose. Standing there
looking down that deep stairwell my stomach turned over at the thought of
the possible injuries I'd have experienced if I hadn't broken my fall. It's
so stupid and sick of Joel, he wants me in his crazy dungeon yet he could
have killed me by pushing me over the railing. Wait a minute, what am I
saying; this fucker's insane, he doesn't think like a normal person... he
didn't think that through at all. Shaking by head to clear it, I got myself
walking toward the back door, unlocked it and went to the locker room's
lavatory.  In there I gargled with water, then put a little soap on my
finger and rubbed my teeth, gum, and under my lip getting the shit stain
cleaned up. I finished with a lot more gargling, eliminating the soapy
taste. I washed my face and hair as best I could, then used wet paper
towels on my crotch cleaning up the cum there. I put myself back together
as best I could manage with what I had to work with. I'd tossed my ripped
pants and torn, sweaty, T-shirt into the trash. The pants were totally
ruined and that T-shirt had been ripped but even worse than that, it had
been up against the psycho's chest so I'd never wear it again even if it
wasn't ripped. Cleaned up, I put on back-up shorts and a T-shirt from my
locker.  No backup underpants though, so I'll have to go commando. I
stopped abruptly at a mirror where I caught my reflection; the expression
on my face scared me a little. Squinting eyes and lips curling with
pissed-off determination, but at the same time there was a scarily calm
look there too... how very dangerous I felt. It's a new feeling, I've
apparently reached my breaking point and so I don't give a shit about
anything except revenge, I'll just go for it and to hell with the
consequences.

Barely getting to the bus stop in time, I sat in a seat by myself sweating
and seething with hate while forming my plan. As the bus' air conditioning
eliminated the perspiration from my face I got rational, recognizing one
vital point; revenge must take place tonight, it's absolutely mandatory
that it takes place this very night. The number one reason for that is
Joel's threats against my mom, there's no wiggle room with that, it's too
serious. Plus, by taking action tonight there's not enough time for me to
think of a more logical, less dangerous solution than the one I'm forming
right now. With more time to think about it Chubby and I might come up with
a less radical measure, and Joel needs radical all over his ass! No, this
is it, and it needs to be an almost lethal, straightforward, but simple
plan. Obviously going to the police is totally pointless. They never
prevent crime, they sometimes react to crime after the fact, but that's
about all. Mostly they concern themselves with the dangerous work of giving
us teenage drivers traffic tickets or generally harassing us in other
ways. Me complaining about Joel would be a case of "he said, he said", no
laws have been broken, yet. None that I can prove anyway. No, it's Chubby
and me who need to disable Joel in a serious way, yet in a way that won't
appear I'm involved. I need to lead Joel into an ambush where Chubby
appears out of nowhere and hits the psycho over the head or
something. We'll make it seem like a robbery with Joel seeing me running
away so I'm not implicated. He doesn't know Chubby, but probably Chubby
should still wear a mask or something, just in case. On the bus I was into
rational planning, that's what's needed here. Robby got lucky when he did
that sabotage on Joel's ride-on mower; I'm not taking a chance on luck.

Half way home my cell phone beeped, it was Chubby, who asked, "Where are
you, Dylan?  You're late, dude, I was getting a little worried." I calmly
said, "I'm on the bus heading home. We worked late due to the rain. I
should have called, but there was an incident. I need your help tonight
with something very serious and very dangerous." Chubby said, "Yes, of
course. What do we need to do?" Just like that. I guess there won't be any
movies this Friday night for us two. When I got to my condo we sat at the
kitchen bar drinking sodas and eating sub sandwiches that Chubby had bought
for our dinner. In between drinking and eating I told Chubby about Joel. I
didn't tell him about all the horrible names Joel called me or the nasty
things he said about me; I want to analyze those things more closely
sometime later, maybe in there are reason some guys hate me right off and
other guys come on to me. I did tell Chubby about Joel sticking his finger
up my ass and about him throwing me into a sixteen foot deep stone
stairwell and how Joel intends turning me into his dog by whipping me in
his so-called dungeon, or some such shit like that. I told Chub about the
tit clamps and dildos and Joel's threat against my mom. Chubby's eyes got
big when I mentioned the dildos because Ricky used them on him. When I
mentioned the threat against my mom Chubby stood up and paced, saying,
"Okay, okay. I don't need to hear any more.  Do you have a plan yet?" We're
almost nineteen years old, we're old enough to fight wars, and most of all,
we're super pissed off and therefore very dangerous. Actually it hardly
seems fair, that ass wipe Joel doesn't have a chance! That's our attitude,
we really believe it too!

It didn't take long to outline my plan to Chubby; we changed parts of it
until we finally came up with this: We'll drive the Jeep to the meeting
place soon so we can find a hiding place for Chubby. He'll he out of sight
in a store's doorway or something like that a half block from Ryder's
deli. Chubby's going to need a weapon and after looking around the garage
we came up with a thirty inch steel wrecking bar. I guess it's a crow bar
of sorts except without the curved end. This is a straight steel bar about
an inch and a half in diameter weighing about five pounds.  Neither of us
has any idea why it's even here in the garage. I remember seeing it under
the workbench over the years but didn't give it much thought; we've never
even used the workbench except to put stuff on it. The steel bar must have
been left by the builders years ago. When Chubby spotted it, he goes,
"Jeez, this should work perfectly!" Holding it at the end with either one
or two hands he was able to swing it easily. It's heavy but the weight's
spread out over the length of the bar and Chubby has no problem swinging it
with speed, the impact force would be significant. We tried it out on that
heavy duty workbench along the back of the garage which is supported by a
number of three inch square solid wood legs. Chubby accidentally took out
one of the legs while practicing a 360 degree swing of the bar. The steel
bar cracked the solid wood leg like it was lawn furniture. Oh yeah, it's
gonna do some serious damage to a certain maniac's bones. Joel is scary
strong so we need to be careful and take nothing for granted. Chubby
practiced swinging that thing a few more times, then spotted a pair of my
mom's gardening gloves. Putting them on, he wiped the bar clean of his
finger prints, saying, "Take no chances, I'll wear the gloves." I'm nodding
my head feeling confident we're doing everything we need to do.

We agreed not to kill Joel because that brings too much heat from the
police; even for a sleazy bastard like Joel they'll try to find the
murderer, so no hits to the head.  Also we mumbled about how we might feel
about ourselves later in life if we killed him, which by now I've no doubt
we could do if that's the way we decided to go. Instead of killing him we
intend to seriously cripple him. Chubby says he's going for Joel's ankle
first, the one that's already weak from Robby's little surprise. I'll take
off running as soon as I'm sure Joel's no threat to Chubby, which should be
a few seconds after the melee begins. That way it'll look like a random
mugging and I took off to save my own ass. When Joel's talking to police he
won't be able to implicate me in the mugging. Actually, he probably won't
even mention me one way or the other, but to be safe I'll take off. The
plan is for Chubby to whack both of Joel's knees a couple of times with the
steel bar, hard. Hopefully this results in a crippling injury that lands
Joel in a wheelchair for life, or at the very least has him hobbling along
with a cane after a long, long rehabilitation period.  If we can accomplish
just that much we can insure that he won't be able to do serious harm to
anyone ever again, me included. Chubby's also going to take Joel's wallet
to make it look like a mugging-robbery. The police are lazy. That's how
they'll handle it, which is to say; they won't do shit about a random
mugging even though it's a violent one. They'll check out the muscles on
Joel and realize it needed to be violent to put him out and that obviously
it wasn't attempted murder with no head wounds. I'll have my Swiss Army
pocket knife in my pocket, opened, in case everything goes wrong and we
gotta save ourselves. That knife has a razor sharp blade which I've wrapped
a handkerchief around to I don't cut my dick off when I'm running. I almost
hope I need to use it 'cause I'll slice his throat. I've never been this
outraged in my life. Joel Mc Carty thinks he's going to torture me or my
mom? Well, I don't fucking think so!

We methodically went about preparing for this nightmare. Chubby put on some
ripped jeans and a soiled sweatshirt with a hood which no one in their
right mind would wear in this summer's heat.  He had beat up old sneakers
on his feet and he's cut a leg section from one of his Mom's pantyhose to
pull over his head distorting his facial features and making himself look
scary. I have an empty over-night bag hoping it will appear to Joel like
I'm committed to the idea of staying overnight, bringing a change of
clothes or something to lull Joel into feeling things are going his way. We
piled into the Jeep with Chubby driving. I didn't feel really nervous until
we were approaching the deli. By the time we got there neither of us were
talking at all, so I think Chubby was just as nervous as me. We'd never
ever think of letting each other down though, so we went about everything
just the way we planned it. We parked three blocks away so the car couldn't
be connected to us if we're observed near the Ryder and Holmes
intersection. As we walked toward the assigned block, Chubby carrying the
steel bar as inconspicuously as possible at his side, the section of
pantyhose sticking out of his pocket, my heart began beating faster and
faster until it was hammering like a humming bird's heart by the time we
were outside the Ryder Delicatessen. I had to take deep breaths, and then
slowly let the air out, calming myself. Chubby patted my back and squeezed
my hand, he had an expression of determination on his face.  We walked the
entire block the deli was on looking for a good spot for Chubby to hide
in. I glanced around us constantly insuring that Joel hadn't had the same
idea we did of getting here early. We found no good spot in the deli's
block, but the very next block had an excellent deep doorway, an alcove
actually, leading to a pawn shop. This is the perfect spot where Chubby can
wait it out. I'll simply need to lure Joel down to this block. Everything
was closed on the street and very little traffic of any kind was about,
which is why Joel chose this location I suppose.

Chubby and I looked at each other for a second, hugged awkwardly, and
mumbled, "Good luck." I was having trouble swallowing, my mouth was so
dry. I left Chubby in his hiding spot and walked to the bus stop. We still
had almost an hour before the bus was due. Of course I'm not getting on the
bus; I'm pretending to get off of it. Near the bus stop there were people
moving about but everyone averted their eyes, minding their own business.
Not too long ago I was angrier than I've ever been in my life, now I'm more
nervous than I've ever been in my life.  I felt seriously sick to my
stomach and my chain smoking did nothing to help the situation. My head was
full of doubts now and full of second guesses about what we were about to
do. What if something happens to Chubby? And, why do I need to put my
friend and family in jeopardy? It got so I was blaming myself until I made
myself get real... it's that fucking Joel who pushed this on me.  He's the
cause of my problems, it's not me, it's him. Jeez, I'm nervous! It seemed
like forever before I finally see the bus chugging down the street. It's
dark now and only a couple of the street lights were working. This is an
old, run down section of town but it doesn't have a particularly bad
reputation as a high crime area.  There's crime of course, but it's not
like a war zone.

Two big African American men got off the bus yelling at each other which
didn't do anything to calm my nerves. The bus driver is a large Hispanic
woman who stared at me, expecting me to get on the bus. I wish I could get
on that thing and go wherever it's going, but of course I turned my back on
it and, carrying my overnight satchel, began my walk back to the deli. The
bus door closed with a gush of air, like it was mad at me for rejecting
it. Back to the Holmes and Ryder intersection I go, straining my eyes
watching for the psycho. It was eerily quiet; this area is commercial,
nothing residential at all, so everything is locked down for the night; no
cars, no nothing. My sneakers made a quiet footstep sound, other than that,
all I heard was my breathing and a steady drumbeat from somewhere which
turned out to be my heart beating against my ribs. A block from the deli I
saw him, he was smoking a cigarette, doing some kind of dance. Could it be
he's drunk? I slowly approached as he hopped from one foot to the other,
smoke pouring from both his nostrils... what the fuck? I continued my slow
saunter towards him; when I was half a block away he hacked up a loogy,
spit it on the sidewalk and walked away. I breathed a deep sigh of relief;
false alarm, it wasn't him. This fucking place could use a few street
lights! Standing in front of the deli with my satchel I'm smoking yet
another cigarette, my hand is literally shaking holding the damn
thing. Another deep breath trying to calm myself when I realize I'm staring
right at the doorway that Chubby's hiding in so I make myself look
away. Two minutes later a car is slowly approaching on my side of the
street, the only car on this street I've seen tonight, and all of a sudden
it's clear that we've overlooked the obvious. For some reason we assumed
Joel would be on foot when he came to get me. Why is that? Something so
obvious like him driving here wasn't considered. He won't be on foot, he's
in that fucking car, I just know it. Fuck! I glance down to Chubby's Pawn
Shop doorway again, then back at the car. What to do?

It's Joel alright, he just switched on the lights inside his car so I'd
recognize him, and so I'll get in I suppose. But there's an obvious and
simple solution to this, I won't get in the car and he'll need to get out
and be on foot after all. I'm standing here frozen to this spot. The car
rolls up and stops at the curb next to me. Joel sneers, "Good little dog,
you're here on time!" He's holding up something, "Look, I bought a nice
doggie collar with me, it's almost new. Get in and I'll put it on ya, it'll
get us started." I shook my head from side to side real fast. He actually
chuckled, then asked, "What's that ya got in the satchel?" I say,
"Pajamas," and he makes that sound that I think is his laugh. "Okay, enough
chit chat. Get in the fucking car!" I shake my head "no" again and drift
slowly down the block toward Chubby's block. Joel's Mr. Nice Guy act fades
fast. "You little shit, if I need to get out of this car you'll get your
first spanking right here!" His car is keeping pace with my slow walk
toward the pawn shop. I hurry across the side street to the block Chubby's
waiting in. "Stop! God dammit, stop!" Joel yells, but I ignore him. There's
a lump in my throat making it hard to swallow or breathe and I need to go
to the bathroom so bad it's ridiculous. The slow walk took forever but I'm
three feet from the pawn shop doorway now so I stop and stare over at Joel
who's staring back at me through the car's open window. It's here and now,
the time has arrived and amazingly I become calm; just like that I have
this surreal calmness come over me. It doesn't matter that he drove his
car, if I won't get in it, he still needs to get out of it to grab me and
when he does Chubby's gonna hammer him with that steel bar.

I stare at him without expression on my face as Joel's apparently trying to
calm himself by doing that deep breathing thing he did when I first saw him
last month. Obviously he's thinking that he only needs to lure me inside
the car, or grab me and put me inside the car, and then I'm his. Speaking
through the open car window he says, "Okay, you're having second thoughts,
you're a little shaky about this whole thing now. No need to be, I was just
putting you on about the whipping and all that other shit. There's nothing
to be worried about, just get in the car." I stood there looking at that
lying piece of shit shaking my head "no".  I'm thinking about how he said
he'd put the tit clamps on my mom if I didn't do what he wanted. I kept
that thought in my mind as a motivating force to keep me standing here,
luring a madman to the bait; me. He goes, "Just wait right there, okay?"
He's getting out of the car mumbling, "Ya little pansy, I'll get ya,
nothing to worry about." Around the car and onto the sidewalk he comes, he
tries to do a smile but it comes out a sneer as he approaches me, saying,
"Do you ever need what I've got in store for you tonight!"

Taking one last big breath, I'm ready for him. I start drifting nearer the
buildings and away from the street. He doesn't run at me, he probably can't
with that ankle of his. "Just stay put, Dylan Newman. I'll help ya with
your pajamas and we'll have a good ol' time." He's talking in a manner now
that he probably thinks is soothing or calming, but to me it's scary as
hell and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. The horror of
spending a night with him! All of a sudden he has his hand on my wrist and
it's like a steel vice. He hisses, "I got you now pussy, soon you're gonna
be my pet Chihuahua begging for a doggy treat, sniffing around my asshole
and lapping my big hairy nuts." It was evil I saw in him just before a
shrill scream split the night terrifying me and making me scream
too. Chubby was there screaming like a banshee as he hits me just under my
ass with that fucking steel bar. I screamed again even though he held up on
the swing and hardly touched me. I was so taken aback by the inhuman scream
from Chubby, and the hit on my ass, I couldn't move. Chubby's pantyhose
distorting face, made worse by the poor lighting, had my eyes wide open in
almost disbelief. He wasn't paying attention to me though; he was quickly
swinging the bar from way back behind him. Joel had yelled out, the same as
me, and let go of me then too, taking a step back, disoriented. That five
pound bar was flying around Chubby's body heading straight at Joel this
time. He grunted, "No, you fucker...!" and tried to block the blow with his
arm, but an arm against that five pound steel bar wasn't real
effective. The bar hit the side of his wrist just below his hand with a
"splat!" sound which was accompanied by a grunt of effort from Chubby. I
heard the bone break and saw Joel's hand bend weirdly sideways as Joel put
his head back and howled like a wolf. Chubby didn't even look at me; he
snarled at Joel in a voice I didn't recognize yelling "Your money or your
life!" as he was swinging that bar again. I had the strangest thought, I
thought, "That line's from a song by The Wilburys". Joel was holding his
broken wrist against his chest moaning as Chubby came around with another
swing hitting the side of Joel's knee with a "boink!" sound. It knocked
Joel off balance and he sat down on his ass keening from the pain. This
time Chubby did a 360 degree turn swinging that bar, holding it at the very
end with both his hands picking up tremendous speed coming around and
connecting with Joel's left kneecap. It made a sound like a firecracker
going off as the khaki pant leg ripped open revealing the kneecap which had
split like an egg, messily. The screech from Joel following the firecracker
sound was blood curdling. It had been maybe ten seconds from Chubby's first
scream till now; Joel was totally helpless which is my signal to take off
running. Joel's eyes followed me as he reached out with his good arm
muttering, "Nah, no, don't...!" as if I'd help him. See how crazy he is?
Chubby was again swinging that four pound bar, grunting through clenched
teeth, it connected this time against Joel's bad ankle completely
separating the ankle into a compound fracture, the bone hideously breaking
through the skin. The high pitched wail from Joel lasted less than a half
second. Total silence followed as Joel went unconscious from the pain and
lay back hard on the sidewalk hitting the back of his head "CRACK!" I ran a
few steps; the only sound I heard was the firecracker sound of that bar
connecting against unconscious Joel's other knee. I stopped running to look
back. Chubby was done with the bar; as he held it down by his side
breathing hard, he checked the street in both directions, and saw no one in
sight. It hadn't taken two hits on each knee after all; both were pulp
after just the one hit.

Paralyzed for a few seconds, then the realization that it's over began to
sink in.  "Not totally over though" I thought, as I jogged back. Chubby
grunted out, "That felt good, this motherfucker isn't clamping anybody's
tits with anything!" He began rustling through the pockets of Joel's cargo
khakis to steal whatever there was to steal. It was awkward going because
Chubby was still wearing the gloves. He came up with a sandwich bag full of
what could only be cocaine from the first pocket. "What the fuck?" he
muttered, then looking up at me, Chubby asks, "He's a drug dealer?" I
looked over at Joel's still running car and realized for the first time
that it's a BMW, and thought, "He couldn't afford a BMW on his salary as an
office clerk!" I go, "I didn't know he was. Guess the job at Dickers is
just his cover, ya know?" Chubby pulled out another zip bag of
coke. "Jesus!" he exclaims. Then he undid the zipper of another side pocket
and pulled out a fat wad of money, the top bill was a twenty dollar
bill. Holding the money up Chubby made a face at me like, "Whoa!" and then
put it in his back pocket. In another one of Joel's pockets was a plastic
snack bag full of capsules. We don't know shit about drugs, but the pills
are surely illegal. Chubby shoved one of the bags of coke and the pills
back into Joel's pockets, saying, "We'll leave the drugs for the police to
find, but take the fucker's money so it looks like a drug deal gone
bad. Let's get the fuck out of here!" I go, "Just a sec."

I'm looking at Joel laying there face up on the sidewalk. There's twitching
around his mouth although there's no doubt he's unconscious.  All the
terror and pain this bastard caused in my life flew around in my head for a
second. I stepped up to spread his legs with my foot so I could get between
them and then with the toe of my sneaker felt around at the crotch area of
his baggy khaki cargo pants until I felt what has to be his nuts. I go up
on my toes squishing that bag of gonads. Joel, in his unconscious state,
exhales a long hissing breath. I picked up my other foot then so all my
weight is on his nuts, the matter in his scrotum spreads out under my foot
till it was almost flat in a sickening squishy way.  For good measure I
twist my foot as Chubby's walking back to the curb where the car, in
neutral, was still running, and he turned it off. On the way back he
dropped the bar down a sewer opening at the curb. Beside me again he took
off the gardening gloves and shoved them in his pocket, then quietly asked,
"Can we go now?" I nod at him and we both take off running as fast as we've
ever run in our lives. Faster than we ever ran on our four mile runs, we
ran like the wind as tears of relief flowed down my face. I know... I'm too
fucking emotional. Chubby had opened the other plastic bag of coke and
poured some of it on Joel's leg and some on the sidewalk next to his leg to
make sure the police can't miss the drug connection. It's what a good
citizen does, helps the local police whenever he can.

In the car we were giddy at first, and then quickly became somber as we
drove to our part of town. Chubby looked pale but I didn't say anything,
he'd done most of the dirty work and had good reason to be pale. In our
section of town, near the high school, Chubby had sweat breaking out on his
forehead so he pulled the car to the curb, put it in neutral, got out and
without a word threw up in the street. He threw up leaning over spitting
and gagging, then he did it again. There aren't many things worse than
throwing up; it's violent as hell to your body.  I scrambled over to the
driver's seat as Chubby was crawling in the passenger side of our Jeep,
then his head was back on the seat, his eyes closed. After a few seconds I
quietly asked, "You okay now, Chub?" He said, "Yeah, bro, and I just
thought of something else we should do." He told me what it was and I drove
us back to the edge of the Glendale section of town. We parked at a
convenience store we'd passed on our way to the deli earlier tonight.  We
were here for three reasons: One, it's the only store open this close to
Glendale . Two, Chubby wanted bottled water to rinse his mouth with and
chewing gum to counter the taste of vomit. But the main reason is the third
one. We drove here because there's a pay phone next to the store; pay
phones aren't easy to find anymore. Obviously we didn't want to use our
cell phones when calling 911. Chubby did a good imitation of the way the
wigga kids at school talk as he told 911 about seeing some guys beating up
another guy with a pipe outside the Ryder deli.  Then I drove us home while
Chubby counted the money we'd stolen from Joel. The wad of bills totaled
six hundred and ninety dollars. Chubby mumbled, "That asshole was small
time, these twenties should be benjamins, ya know?" I nodded but wasn't
feeling much like goofing around or joking about anything. Back in my condo
we grabbed cans of iced tea from the refrigerator and went to the finished
basement were we drank our iced teas and quietly congratulated each other
on our successful mission. We talked in generalities, nothing specific,
because in hindsight it was too horrific. Chubby explained how he'd thought
up that banshee scream as a way to shock both Joel and me. He did it 'cause
it would look more real if I was as startled as Joel. Same reasoning went
into his smacking my ass with the bar, it was more like a love tap but it
startled me and Joel has no way of knowing how hard the hit was. Chubby
came up with that strategy as he waited in the alcove of the pawn shop
while I was smoking and fretting about everything.

Chubby's last comment on the matter was, "At least we didn't kill the
bastard." We fell asleep on the recliner against each other and didn't wake
up until almost daybreak when we nodded sleepily at each other and then
went upstairs; Chubby going up the second flight of steps to his
condo. Sleeping alone I had nightmares, one involved Joel in some scary
complicated way and the other one was just a dark scary walk to nowhere
with me fearing disaster at every step. I woke up sweating from both
nightmares and then finally had an undisturbed sleep until just
now... eleven o'clock Saturday morning. Coming fully awake I lay in bed
trying to figure out why I didn't feel elated at the success of last
night's Joel solution. I guess I'm still scared, that's why. What if
someone saw us or got our license number or what if Joel tells the police I
was there? But so what if he does? The more I thought about things, no
matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with a single scenario that
could get us in trouble. Maybe there's some unimaginable situation where
somehow it was all caught on video or something, but even if it was, who
could connect that with Chubby in the pantyhose mask? If Joel told the
police I was there, so what, I was hit first. Plus, it's a fake drug bust
so the cops are only going to try getting Joel to snitch on whoever else
was involved in the drug deal, and there wasn't a drug deal! Let them try
to figure that out. I got up and took a shower feeling sure we'd pulled it
off okay.

After the shower I called Chubby's cell phone and he picked right up saying
he'd be down so we could go to Dunkin Donuts for coffee and breakfast
sandwiches.  He said, "I'll treat 'cause I've recently come into some
money." He seemed recovered from the drama of last night while I'm still
too shaky to make light of it. We listened to the all news station on the
radio, which is a first for us, hoping for word of a mugging outside the
Ryder pawn shop, but nothing about that was mentioned. At Dunkin Donuts we
drank our coffees and ate our breakfast sandwiches while scouring the local
newspaper without finding a word of a drug deal gone bad in Glendale
. Probably it'll be in tomorrow's papers. Chubby wanted to split the money
but I didn't want any of it right now, "Hold it for me, will ya, bro? It's
weird but I've got to get my head around this and feel good that we did the
right thing here." Chubby's exasperated, "What else could we have done, and
remember Ricky's fate? People gotta realize that they fuck with us at their
own peril!" He got effervescent; he goes, "Hey, we should have cards
printed up, like business cards, with that warning on them. Fuck with us at
your own peril!  We could put our names at the bottom and pass them out at
Merrimack College this fall. Maybe put a picture of a crow bar in the
corner, ya know?" He made me grin with that shit. "You're too cool for
school, Chubby!" He squeezed my hand and said, "I wanted to make you
smile. That was a scary experience last night, but it's over now. Let's not
talk about it anymore, okay? Also keep it totally between us, ya know." I
swallowed hard, nodded my head and felt better about everything
somehow. It's just between Chubby and me. He looked in my eyes nodding his
head with a little smile on his lips that said, "Everything is okay,
Dylan," and I believe it is too.  I smiled back at him and then we
left. I'm so glad we had that little talk.

Chubby went to see Mary Jo after lunch; she'd just gotten back from her New
Hampshire vacation. I pretended to be upbeat around Chubby, but was still a
little tense from last night's dark side activities and was disappointed he
was leaving me alone so soon. We should hang together today and support
each other. That was a major fucking deal last night and I don't like being
alone right now. I didn't say anything about that though because I didn't
want to look weak. Of course, since I can't just drop things or put things
behind me like Chubby does, I probably am weak, or dumb. To him it's over
and done with and let's move on, while I'm still fixated on it and worried
a little about... well, about nothing really, but I feel out of sorts and
shaky just the same. Actually I feel like going to bed, which is definitely
dumb, but that's what I'd like to do. Curl up in a ball under the covers
all snug and safe lying in my own bed. It's not a healthy thing to do
though.  I knew that, so I called Robby and asked what's up with
him. Eventually he drove his pickup to my condo with Dodger and Vinnie in
the back seat. We're all going for a Saturday afternoon trip to the Mall;
when in doubt, hang out. Mostly we went just to hang out but also Robby
wanted to look at the latest trendy computer products in The Apple Store.
He has a wee bit more spendable income than me. Not in the same class as
Willie of course, not even close, but more than me.

It helped my outlook being with Robby and the boys. Dodger and Vinnie rock
and are always full of energy and funny bullshit chatter too.  Then Robby
brings me down by informing me he won't be able to hang with me tonight
because his family's going out to dinner to celebrate his mother's
birthday. He'd just found out about it so I'm on my own tonight, I
guess. Some Robby sex would have been just the diversion I need to forget
my memories of last night, forget for a while anyway.  And, what the hell,
it has been two weeks since the last time Robby and me got together for
some sex so I've got a right to be disappointed.  Why isn't he more
disappointed, that's what I'd like to know. Maybe he's frustrated inside,
but doesn't want to show it for some reason. He's got to be just as horny
as me, or almost as horny. Our bad run of luck continues. Okay, no Robby
tonight... I could call Elliot and see what he and Jay are up to, or better
yet I'll call Connor.  Except I can't call him because he doesn't have a
cell phone and his land line was disconnected. That's alright, I'll just
chill at the condo; I don't feel real excited about doing anything
anyway. Then, as fate would have it, I spot Ray Ellis outside The Apple
Store. It's been awhile since I've seen Ray. I told the guys, "See ya
inside, I wanna say 'Hi' to this kid for a minute." They wave and I wander
over towards Ray's little group.

I've got a sexy thing for Ray. He's Elliot's brother of course, that's how
I know him.  Months ago Ray entrusted me with a concern he had about him
being bisexual. He wouldn't consider the possibility that he's gay of
course, but maybe bi would be cool. This concern started when his best bud
told him that he and his little brother did buddy sex together.  Ray
considered having Elliot play the part of his little brother but that never
materialized because his friend moved away and the whole idea was
scrapped. It was supposed to be Ray doing brother sex with Elliot while his
buddy did it with his brother. If you ask me, Ray and his friend probably
experimented with each other, forget the brothers. That's just a guess on
my part. They could have maybe made out or jerked each other off or
something, and that piqued Ray's interest about being bisexual. It got Ray
thinking he'd like to experiment some more, but with who? Anyway, during a
casual conversation that we had some months ago I admitted to Ray that I
"messed around once in a while with a bud of mine" which he says is why he
later asked me about his bisexual concern. We talked a couple of times
after that and one afternoon he even came to my condo and we tried making
out, which he said he liked.  He also seemed surprisingly adept at it and
it got kinda hot leading to me jerking him off.  My conclusion at the time
was that he's at least bi, and I actually think he's gay. He'd never had
sex with a girl at the time and, you know, instead of experimenting with a
girl he experiments with gay sex so he probably is more interested in
that. Once again, I'm just guessing. Anyway, we were supposed to take the
so-called experiments to the next level but Ray came to the conclusion
somehow that he was totally straight and we haven't gotten together since
then. The last time I saw Ray he brought up the subject again asking if I
was still interested in trying something more with him. I said sure, but
never heard anything else about it; now here he is. Fortuitous? And, as I
said, I got this sort of crush on him although I'm not sure why that is.

Ray's near the food court with a small group of boys and girls about his
age. Let's see, he should be seventeen by now. He sees me and waves, but
leaves it at that.  Oh hell, I'm going to leave it at that too.  He's just
what I need to get my mind off last night but I can't push myself on him,
it has to be him who asks me. I turn away, and he calls, "Yo, Dylan! Wait a
second," and right away I get this feeling that this could be the start of
something big. See how easily my hopes get built up. Ray's saying something
to a heavy set girl and they sort of bump against each other smiling, she
pretends to smack him but it's just playful. I guess he found himself a
girlfriend after all. My loss. He comes over and he's looking sharp, but
different then when I first met him. Then he had short hair like his
brother and now he has a stubby ponytail tied halfway up the back of his
head with red elastic, and there's a posture of confidence I hadn't seen
before. He used to act kind of deferential to me; sort of respectful
although certainly not shy like Elliot and I wonder if that's still in
play. The two brothers are very different, by the way. Where Elliot has the
light red hair and pale complexion, Ray has a swarthy complexion with dark
brown hair. Elliot is on the small side and cute while Ray is taller,
bigger in the upper body, and handsome. He's still boyish though, and I say
that even though he has a skimpy beard of soft, light brown curly hairs on
his upper lip, below his sideburns, and along his jaw. He apparently isn't
much interested in the clean shaven look, probably too lazy to keep on top
of it. On the other hand, it looks good on him so maybe the scruffy look is
intentional. Okay, yeah... that's maybe one of the sexy things that attract
me to him; the extra youngish face with a scruffy, sparse, beard of soft
hair. Also, he's got this voice that sounds like he just entered puberty,
that's sexy too 'cause the voice should be coming from a much younger
kid. Bright brown eyes and nice facial features with maybe a little too
much nose, but nothing serious. What a combination: olive complexion, dark
brown hair, light brown eyes and very light brown beard; nice contrasts of
brown shades.  It's different, sure, but kind of exotic too. His small hoop
earring is almost exactly like mine.  When he's standing in front of me I
see he's grown a little too and is now almost as tall as me. Ray maintains
firm eye contact, he seems quite confident as I said, which is a big change
from that time we first talked some months ago. A change for the better if
you ask me and I had to sneak a hand in my pocket to adjust my pecker. It's
been known to move around in my pants when sexy things are about.  Touching
my own dick makes me think of Ray's penis which is a hefty five and a half
inches of cut cock situated in the middle of thick dark brown pubic hairs
and above a heavy set of nuts.

He's wicked sexy to me for sure, but I try not to let it show. We do the
hand shake, quick hug, and pat on the back asking each other "Wassup?" with
neither of us answering the question. He goes, "Long time, dude. How's it
going?" I say, "Yeah, good. You're looking different, Ray." He says, "I
like to change my image from time to time. I'm all grown up dude, ya know?"
I'm thinking he don't look or sound all grown up, but everything is
relative I suppose. Surprising the hell out of myself, and I swear to God
it was like an unconscious thought, I asked, "How's your love life,
Raymond?" He wiggles his index finger at me quickly, like "come here", as
he's drifting over to a huge column that blocks us from view of his little
group; I'm shuffling along with him. Ray definitely has dropped the
deferential attitude to me; it's more like a superior attitude now. I
smiled to myself 'cause I don't care all that much for deferential. We're
both behind the column where, real conspiratorially, he says, "You read my
mind, Dylan. That girl I'm with is my sweetie and just between you and me,
she's putting out regularly for yours truly. That information is strictly
between you and me though!" and he taps me on the chest with his fingers to
emphasize that fact. I look down at his hand while he's tapping my chest
like, "what the fuck do you think you're doing," but that doesn't register,
it's too subtle for Ray. He goes, "Penny, that's my girlfriend, Penny
Nickles, she says I'm the only dude she's putting out for, too". I blurt a
laugh when he told me her name, but Ray apparently doesn't see the irony in
it.  He asks, "What's funny about that?" I go, "Ah, nothing, it's not
that. I just saw a kid behind you take a swallow of his drink, sneeze, and
blow soda out his nose, ya know?" Ray smiles, shakes his head a little, and
then turns around to look at nothing.  Oh my God though, that smile of his
is so fucking cute! It's the one thing he and his brother have in common,
those perfect lips and that cute, boyish Oh gee! smile with those fucking
dimples... awesome! Ray looks back at me and says, "The Mall's great for
laughs, ain't it? Okay, here it is, Dylan," and he glances around quickly
again before continuing, "You're sort of my sexual advisor so it's okay for
me to confide in you with sex stuff, right?" I'm not paying too much
attention to that absurd premise, instead I'm grinning to myself about the
Penny Nickles name. I ask Ray, in a serious manner, "Is Mr. or Mrs. Nickles
a comedian by any chance, or a comedy writer, anything like that?" He
frowns, and says, "I don't fucking know what they do. The mother's fat
though, holy shit! I'm guessing three hundred pounds. Penny's a little bit
big too, but I like a full figured gal. Big jugs!"

His teeth are very white; most kids' teeth are, but Ray's look brittle and
too thin, or something. I remember having my tongue in his mouth and when
his teeth scraped my tongue they felt sharp. That's sexy too. And, ya know,
it's fun looking at him up close like this.  He's taking himself quite
seriously which strikes me as kinda funny although I'll be happy to take
him seriously too if he wants me to, that's if I can put my tongue in his
mouth again. He says, "Here's the point. Are you doing anything tonight?"
When he said, "Here's the point," I was expecting him to give me some
information, but instead I get a question, so I'm confused for a moment,
"Huh? Me, ah... no, I'm not doing anything special tonight, why?" He looks
around again, making sure no one can hear us I guess; as if these strangers
would give a shit. They don't care, but I do so I lean in a little closer
and pick up his scent now; it's musky and sexy as hell. Maybe it's the way
he smells that's drawn me to him from way back when. Ooh, I'd like to lick
his forehead. He doesn't seem uncomfortable at all that I've basically
invaded his space; our faces are six inches apart. He puts a finger in the
waistband of my shorts and holds on, perhaps an unconscious move on his
part, as he's saying, "Listen, here's the deal. I'm picking Penny up around
nine tonight and we'll, you know, make out and get laid and all
that. She'll blow me and so forth. What I need from you is a comparison
base. Before I pick her up, I'll come over to that condo of yours and
you'll blow me getting my boner up, and then I'll fuck you and compare it
with the way Penny sucks my cock and the way it feels fucking her. Ya see
where I'm going with this? It's an experiment to see if I'm strictly hetero
or maybe bisexual which might be intriguing." He's still got his finger
inside the waistband of my shorts and now he's wiggled his finger in
between the buttons of my button up the front shirt so that his finger is
against my bare belly.

Even though I've experienced Ray's straight forward approach before, I'm
still stunned for a second at his audacity. I'd forgotten that Ray has
always been absurdly direct and his assumptions are often beyond belief in
that he takes enormous amount of things for granted.  For instance, when he
wanted to try some gay stuff with me some months ago, to see if it did
anything for him, he came right out and said "Of course, I only want to do
the male stuff, the fucking. You do the sucking, and ya know, more like the
girl's part.  We'll split it up like that." All very matter of fact as if
it made perfect sense. I'd burst out laughing at his bizarre logic a few
times but he never made the connection, just chuckled along with me. He's
either naive, stupid, or much smarter than me because his approach to
things seems to work for him. Maybe it works with Penny Nickles too. I
think he's a riot and of course, have I mentioned it, he's sexy!

The more time I spent with Ray the more obvious it became that Ray is just
what I need to get me out of the doldrums. Nonetheless, I go, "Gee, Ray, I
don't know, that sounds awful gay to me. Don't ya think?" He goes, "Don't
be silly. I'm not gay and you already told me you've done gay messing
around before, this is a perfect experiment like we talked about that
time. I've been having sex with Penny regularly so that proves I'm not
gay. Remember, you asked me about that?" I nod my head thinking, "Keep
talking me into it, Ray!" He goes, "Come on, I got a feeling you'll like
it.  Penny sure does. Haven't you ever tried it? I thought you had
experience." And he's pulling on my waistband and rubbing my bare belly
like he's prodding a little kid to do something the little kid is hesitant
about doing. I'm mumbling, "Yeah, I've tried it a little." And, after
hesitating for another second or two, like I'm thinking about it, I ask,
"You'd use lube when you fuck me, right?" He says, "I'll use it if ya
want. That's no big thing." I say, to tease him, "Oh okay then, Ray, but
how about I get a chance to fuck you too?  You know, as another
experiment." He laughs right in my face, and says, "You're kidding, right?
That's funny," another pull on my waistband gets me almost chest to chest
with him. His breath smells fresh, he adds, "Elliot says you're funny. Oh
man!  No, we're not doing that particular experiment where you fuck me, but
nice try. We'll stay in our regular roles like last time when I had you
jerk me off. Listen, I gotta run. I'll be over, let's make it earlier; say
six thirty, okay?" I go, "Sure. Hey, ya wanna come for dinner?" He laughs
again rubbing the back of his finger back and forth on my belly then,
taking his finger out, he says, "No, dinner isn't part of our date Dylan,
just the quick experiment thingie. You're funny though! WTF, two guys on a
dinner date?"

He waves at me as he's walking back to his group. Now I'm psyched!  It
would be even hotter if I could fuck him of course, but I knew he wouldn't
go for that. Still, ever since fucking Connor a while ago it's been on my
mind. I'll take this much from Ray for now so I can get myself
concentrating on something fun. What good luck to run into him; this is the
lift my spirits needed. That musky smell of his is so different and his
attitude and... then, out of nowhere comes this nagging voice in my head
telling me I'm being disloyal to Robby by all this speculating about Ray.
Having a conscience sucks!  But wait a second, there's always Chubby's
favorite tactic to fall back on, rationalization. And along those lines:
way back last summer Robby said he was okay with me seeing Willie so he
should be good with me seeing Ray once in a while too.  I mean, all the sex
Willie and I did together wasn't a problem for Robby, why would this be?
And it's not like Robby isn't my true-love boyfriend 'cause he most
certainly is! Ray's merely a fuck buddy. And another thing, we're only
teenagers once for God sakes so we gotta make the best of these precious
years. That's what I've heard anyway.  And, it's not like Robby and I are
married or even going steady and I wouldn't pitch a bitch if Robby was
having a touch of buddy sex on the side. Of course I'd rather he didn't,
but it's not like I'd break up with him or anything if he did.  Hmmmm, I
not sure this rationalization is convincing my conscience. Why can't things
be simpler?

Interrupting my contemplations, I hear, "Dylan!" It was real loud too! I'm
startled! It's Dodger, he says, "I said your name three times. You were in
one of your trances." I go, "No I wasn't. I heard ya all three times, I
just didn't care to acknowledge you, that's all." Dodger grabs me around
the neck saying, "Bullshit! You lie!" We wrestle a bit laughing, then bump
into a middle age couple who are nice about it, the man says, "Wish I had
your energy, boys," and the woman smiled. Ya never know with adults,
sometimes they're nice. I smile back at them, then ask Dodger, "Why were
you yelling for me?" He tells me he's bored with The Apple Store and wants
me to walk down to the food court with him. We're meandering through the
crowds towards the Food Court as Dodger's describing how he plans on
fucking me in the pool again and how I promised to rim him and... oh
brother, this kid is a trip! I had to smile at his inventive imagination
and his incredibly detailed plans for us; he must think about this a
lot. Then he says, "How's it going with my brother? Who's hotter, him or
me?" I told him I had no idea what he was referring to and he says, "Liar!"
And we grappled with each other again for a few seconds. I know we both
like the feel of our bodies which made me wonder who the biggest horn job
is, me or Dodger; it sure ain't Robby lately. Whatever, it's much better
horsing around with Dodger than fretting about last night 'cause when my
mind wanders I hear the sounds made when Chubby swung that pipe at the
psycho, it's kinda disturbing.

Dodger knows about me and his brother being boyfriends, but today was the
first time he's brought it up and he did it in a joking manner and then
dropped it. Also he hasn't told anyone else about it, not even his fuck
buddy, Vinnie. Dodger is careful not to expose Robby's sexual orientation
because he doesn't want me exposing his to Robby. The brothers kiss and
think the world of each other but won't confide this really important part
of their lives with one another and that's amazing. I could probably
intercede somehow except I'm not sure it would be beneficial to either
brother.  If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Anyway, I lack the confidence to
take the initiative.  Here's the real deal, I'm scared I could lose one or
both of them as friends if I handled it the wrong way. Also, I've dug
myself a hole with this in the sense that I've know about both of them
being gay for a long time and never told Robby.  He might be
like... "You've known about this for over a year and never said anything to
me; me, your boyfriend?" It might be interpreted as being deceitful and
Robby might even feel wicked foolish, ya know? Life's a bitch sometimes. I
think I'll be wrong either way, so that's mainly why I'm waiting for Dodger
to tell Robby himself. Even if Robby comes out himself to Dodger I'm still
gonna wait for Dodger to do the same to Robby. Then I'll hope Dodger keeps
it secret about me knowing about him all this time without telling
Robby. It's not always easy being a gay teenager in the closet to some of
your friends, but open to others.

After eating pizza slices and sharing a coke Dodger and me met up with
Vinnie and Robby again, then roam the Mall goofing off and greeting kids we
knew. It was an okay time, a nice way to spend a few hours and especially
nice because I've got Ray to look forward to as well. Ten minutes after I
get home Chubby calls my cell to tell me he's eating at Mary Jo's with her
family. Yuck, who would want to do that? I'm on my own now for dinner too
and since I just had pizza two hours ago I settled for a can of cream of
mushroom soup. There were some button mushrooms in the vegetable bin of the
refrigerator which I sliced and sauteed with some sweet Texas onion to kick
up the flavor of the canned soup. I poured the hot soup into my soup bowl
and sprinkled chopped green onion on top along with some cracked
pepper. Buttered saltine crackers and a ginger ale completed the meal. It
was good. While I ate the soup I listened to the all news radio station
again. It was all local news and still there was nothing about a mugging in
Glendale . After that I took a shower and tried to make sense of why there
are no reports about the mugging, but came up blank. Dressing casually,
without underpants, I pulled on flimsy nylon basketball shorts, Chubby's
Polo pullover golf shirt that I'd kept for myself the last time I did the
wash, and my cool sandals.  I like wearing Chubby's clothes and he doesn't
care if I do although he pretends he does. I also like my sandals because,
in my opinion, I've got hot looking feet which I may have mentioned
before. For my height, I'm five foot-ten, my feet are sort of small at size
8, but they look like perfect whitish-pink feet to me. Perfect toes, even
the little one, and nary a hair or a callus anywhere on either foot; I keep
the toenails neat too. It's a little goofy going off on my feet maybe, but
Chubby's foot fetish has helped me appreciate feet as the important
appendages that they are. Chubby is like four inches shorter than me but
yet he has bigger, and I might add, smellier, feet. He wears size 9
sneakers, his feet are narrow, and unfortunately his little toes are fucked
up too.  They aren't fully developed like mine.  Oh boy! Does he ever love
my feet though!  I'm gonna check out Ray's feet for the fun of it and see
what's up with them. Then, remembering something important, I ran down to
the basement to bring the lube up to my bedroom because I want to get
fucked in bed. I'm looking forward to sleeping in the dried spunk after Ray
fucks me. Yes, you're quite right... I'm freakin' horny!  And, it'll help
keep my mind off you know what.

I was outside smoking when Ray parked a Ford sedan at the curb; obviously
it's his parents' car because no kid would have that as his ride if he had
a choice. He's wearing the same clothes he had on at the Mall so I guess
after he fucks me he's going back home to shower and get ready for his real
date. Apparently his preliminary date with me doesn't even warrant a clean
shirt. It's cool by me. Hell, I'd prefer that he bag the Penny date
entirely and stay here so we could do it a couple of times. All the way up
the steps he's grinning at me, and even though he grins when he says it, I
know he's not kidding, "I hope you'll do me a favor and brush your teeth or
gargle because I can't stand cigarette breath." I'm thinking, the audacity
of this kid is astounding, but I like his moxie.  He reminds me a little of
Willie. I say, "Sure boss, whatever you say and would you mind terribly if
I asked you to shave?  Whiskers tickle." He sits down beside me and
mumbles, "No, I don't mind that you ask; and, no I won't be shaving for
you, but thanks for brushing." He's feeling the short, soft hairs on his
face with his fingers, adding, "Penny loves my macho look." I reach over
and run the back of my fingers through the soft hairs on his jaw; they're
even softer than they look. I pretend to be peeved, "Well, of all the
nerve!" I'm just goofing around, but Ray doesn't get it. He sternly says,
"I told you I'm not shaving so deal with it, Dylan!" I give him a puzzled
look and say, "It's called joking around, Raymond. I'm just busting your
chops, dude. You're little scruffy beard is cool by me. Lighten up, okay?"
He gives that fucking awesome big grin of his again and I want to lick
across his sharp teeth as he's saying, "I knew that." Shaking my head I
take a drag from my cigarette and think about blowing it in his face, but
don't. The smoke drifts away in the breeze and I flick the butt in a huge
arch that reaches the street. Ray watches the butt land just off the
sidewalk curb. Instead of complimenting the butt flip he asks, "And, why do
you smoke anyway? You know it's dangerous, right?" I go, "Duh! Ya mean
smoking ain't good for me?" He does lighten up then and chuckles, pokes my
bum, and asks, "Ya ready to get fucked, funny boy? I'm really experienced
at this sex stuff now and I'm real curious as to what I'll think about
fucking a dude, and curious too to see if you'll react like Penny when she
cums. I'm gonna make you cum, don't worry about that." I can't help myself,
I pull on my dick, nod my head and say, "Ohh, that sounds exciting. Yeah,
I'm ready.  What's Penny do when you make her cum, by the way?" He casually
says, "Squeals and yells my name, stuff like that." Real confident.

It's hard to imagine a kid who's just turned seventeen being so casually
confident about everything. To throw him off a little I pinch his ear, he
lazily bats my hand away, saying, "FYI, my cock grows longer and fatter the
closer I get to cumming, and I cum a ton too. It'll be fun shooting it up
your ass instead of inside a condom." I need to grope my crotch now, and
ask, "Condom?"  He's keeping good eye contact and, still totally relaxed,
says, "Yes, Penny insists on a condom, she buys them for me 'cause I told
her I ain't buying 'em. They're too friggin' embarrassing to buy, ya know?"
I like to look at his face when he talks, he makes every word seem
important, but at the same time, like I said, he's real casual with
everything too. I ask, "You cool doing this with me? No doubts about
whether you want to do it or not?" He's like, "Oh, no!  I really want to
try it.  If not with you, I got nobody else to try it with. Elliot already
said no." I go, "He didn't suggest that you ask me, did he?" Ray's like,
"Nah. He don't even know you're bi, or gay. Which one are you anyway?" I
say, "I'm straight, numbnuts. I've only messed around a few times.  You
know, like your friend with his brother." He looks skeptical and frankly
I'm skeptical about him too. Like I said earlier, I'm thinking he tried
some sex with that friend of his who was diddling his little brother. I
ask, "Did you and your friend mess around at all?" Ray answers too quickly,
"No, absolutely not!" I smiled at him and he goes, "We didn't!" I say,
"Sure, I believe ya. Let's go, I gotta brush my teeth."

Ray's been in my condo before so he's familiar with the layout.  He goes,
"Basement or bedroom?" I nod my head toward the bedroom and right then the
tightening feeling in my balls happens. I get that sexy feeling whenever a
sexy fuck buddy is about to stick it in me. I'm leading the way wishing I
could grope my dick when Ray gets a handful of my ass and holds on walking
beside me. I look over with a questioning expression and Ray says, "Don't
give me that look, Dylan. I'm going to fuck this thing so your ass belongs
to me for awhile. That's what I tell Penny about her pussy too, you're
gonna get the same treatment I give her." We've stopped outside my bedroom
door because we both won't fit through it side by side like we were. Ray
gives my ass a tighter squeeze as he reaches his other hand over to grab
between my legs. "Just stand there a second," he mumbles, as he massages my
ass and my cock and half my nuts at the same time. What gall! But of course
it's the exact kind of thing that's a wicked turn on for me.  How'd he know
that though? Still groping me he looks up grinning that baby face grin,
"Boy, this is a very different feel than doing it with Penny. You got a
better ass for one thing. Grabbing your dick is a little weird though. I
figure I should get used to it, ya know?" As usual, he's being very matter
of fact about this, but kind of goofily conscientious too. It's great for
me that he's like this: bossy, yet kinda sweet and cute too. I'm holding
onto Ray's arm to steady myself because the longer he massages my ass and
dick, the further up on my toes I'm going. I soon feel my dick getting hard
and that causes my nuts to begin churning spunk around. Then Ray's like,
"Dude, you're growing wood here. Huh! You sure you're not gay?" I laughed
at him and said, "I should be asking you that!" Ray laughs too. He lets go
of my private parts and with a little blush coloring his cheeks, he
laughingly says, "Yeah, I see what you mean. Go brush your teeth." I say,
"Yes, master," and we go inside my room. I continue on into my bathroom and
brush, brush, brush my teeth.

Ray's got his pants and shoes off by the time I'm done brushing. He's
stepping out of his boxer shorts as I walk into the bedroom. "You wanna
strip, Dylan. I'd like to fuck you naked if that's alright." He's acting so
differently from when he was here several months ago. Gee, maybe I too
should fuck a girl. Maybe then I'd get confident like Ray. Nah, that ain't
ever gonna happen. Oh, then I notice Ray's cock and it's looking good. It's
at least five and a half inches long, like I speculated it was the other
time I saw it.  He's right when he says his cock grows as he gets closer to
climax; I found that out jerking him off that time. His cock sticks out
from a thick bush but there is no other hair on his stomach or thighs, not
even a happy trail from his belly button. Long, normal looking boy's legs
with regular dark hair on his calves. He'd kicked off his flip flops
exposing regular feet, probably size nine and a half or ten.  There was
some dark matter under his big toenails and between a couple of toes and
his middle toes are longer than his big toes... that's weird!  Regular
fucked up little toes and his toenails are long enough to be weapons so
I'll keep that in mind when we're in bed. Ray is not obsessed with foot
care apparently, but ya know your feet do tend to get dirtier than normal
when you're walking around with flip flops as your primary footwear. I'll
bet those size nine and a half feet smell pretty bad too, but I'll leave
that discovery to the foot fetish boys. Never mind the feet, on the plus
side, Ray's got bigger nuts on him than I remember. That fat cock, then
later all that spunk, are both gonna feel awful good up my ass. This is
getting me all revved up so I take a quiet big breath, trying for calm
nonchalance. Truth is I can't wait to suck that cock and then feel it up my
ass, but I don't want to appear anxious. Ray's a real take-charge guy so
he'll let me know when it's time. His entire attitude reinforces my premise
that the guy doing the fucking just naturally falls into a more dominant
posture than the fuckee; it's just the way it is.

Pulling my shirt over my head and my shorts down, then stepping out of my
sandals, I was naked in eight seconds. Ray took his shirt off too and
tossed it on his other clothes draped across my desk chair. He's got a big
upper body with broad shoulders and with both of us naked it emphasized how
slim I am and how muscular Ray is. He reached over to cup behind my neck
exerting pressure down indicating I should kneel down in front of him. I'm
getting used to that, Robby usually does it too whenever we can get
together for sexual activities. Ray's saying, "We did the making out
experiment months ago so we can get right to the blow job." I was on my
knees and, taking hold of his heavy cock, I ask, "Why'd you want me to
brush my teeth if we're not gonna make out?" This cock of his just might be
heavier than any cock I've ever held except for the Marine's monster penis
almost a year and a half ago. Ray says, "I don't want nicotine on my dick,
and anyway I always kiss when I'm fucking. Don't fret, you'll get some
kisses." Ray's musky smell was very noticeable from his crotch although it
was not a particularly clean musky smell; he definitely hasn't bathed
today. The more I inhaled the odor though, the sexier it became and it
quickly was almost like an aphrodisiac that got my dick twitching. I lost
my cool for a second and rested my forehead against his belly, inhaling
deeply. His crotch odor was giving me another boner. Ray put both hands
behind my head and held my face fully against his crotch saying, "Damn!
Penny does the same thing, she says I smell sexy." I talk into his belly,
"You do have an interesting scent, Ray." He pulls my head away then,
reaches over to take his cock from between my fingers and, mumbles,
"Thanks, Dylan," as he's rubbing his soft penis across my lips and against
my nostrils, then he quietly says, "Open up. Let's see what you can do.
Penny gobbles this thing up, she loves it." I'm thinking she couldn't love
it anymore than I do.

It surprises me to discover I've sprung a semi hard boner before I even get
Ray's cock in my mouth. He has to have noticed my new boner, first the
"wood" as he called it a few minutes ago, and now another boner pops up
just from having my face in his crotch. My claim to being straight probably
isn't going to hold up for long, I'll go for bi and see if he buys
that. His cock is as least as fat as Robby's and almost two inches
longer. Ray's penis is cut but there's a fat ring of foreskin just below
the head that feels sexy on my tongue. Ooh, this cock is great to suck, my
tongue is lapping that fat head and my lips are sucking the shaft with me
using a few fingers to stroke it as well. The aroma wafting from his crotch
and the texture of that heavy, fat cock gets me real hard, real fast. When
I lean my face towards his crotch to try taking that firm cock in my throat
Ray humps his hips forward and in it goes. He pushes it into my throat
until my nose is pressed into his belly again. His bush surrounds my lips
with pubic hairs up my nostrils. Oh God, I feel my climax coming on
already. This is gonna be embarrassing. It's been a while since I've been
with another guy and now I'm going to blow my load in less than a minute
like I'm some twelve years old boy cumming for the first time. I don't dare
breathe because his scent would put me over the top instantly. Ray's
muttering, "Oh my God, this is hot. Never did this before." He's humping
his cock in my throat and it's now grown to be as hard a cock as I've ever
sucked. Just when I thought I'd pass out for lack of oxygen he pulls his
cock out with precum dripping liberally from his pee slit and a string of
it attaches to my top lip. Ray exclaims, "Holy shit! That was awesome!
Penny can't do that! You rock, Dylan, and you're actually claiming to be
straight?" There's humor in his voice when he says that, like, bullshit!
Then, with his cock leaking more precum the string of precum disconnects
from his dick to swing down across my chin. Back into my throat goes his
leaking, huge boner with me holding my face against his belly even tighter
and, hump, hump, hump go his hips, fucking my throat.  I know I'm going to
blow my load, I know the feeling too well to be wrong. Back out of my
throat goes his cock with him grunting now, "Oh my God, I almost shot off
in your throat. That's awesome! Do some sucking now, Dylan," and he smacked
the back of my head; not hard, but it was a slap. Precum drooled from my
boner and I just had to stroke it. Feels so good!

Ray's saying, "Suck my cock, bitch! Here, take it down your throat," and he
humped his hips hard against my face and into his thick bush my nose goes
again. With his long fat cock down my throat he fucked my face with short
fast strokes. This was new to Ray and it was definitely to his
liking. Maybe as little as fifteen seconds of that and cum came roaring up
from my nuts, up it flew at a hundred miles and hour, traveled up the shaft
of my boner in a flash to fly out my pee hole in fast moving strings of
creamy spunk. In my throat a muffled "Uh, uh, uh!" and then one last blast,
"Uhh!" My shoulder shaking, dots in my vision. I pulled my head back hard,
pulling off his cock inhaling all the air I could get into my lungs, and
along with the air came the musky smell of Ray's nuts, soo sexy! Couldn't
resist grabbing his boner and guiding it back into my mouth while I
continued pulling on my boner dragging out drools of cum which rolled down
the back of my fingers. All the precum dribbles from Ray's long hard boner
got sucked down my throat.  He looked startled as he gasped, "What the fuck
was that?" All my cum shots had gone between his legs hitting the side of
my bedspread. My heart was really pounding, what a climax! That pig Joel
had jerked me off yesterday but only thick cum had drooled out because
there had been no arousal, just stimulation. Today I was ridiculously
aroused and the cum was creamy, but very liquid, and it came out in tight
spirals feeling unbelievably good, especially when leaving the head of my
cock. I'm not sure Ray even knows I climaxed though. He pulled his cock out
of my mouth then and stroked it absently, muttering, "Okay, now... let me
think. Penny never took it in her throat and that's an awesome, awesome
feeling! No contest, you win the cock sucking part of the competition. How
'bout hopping up on the bed now and I'll fuck you and we'll see how that
feels." I would like to have savored my climax a bit longer, but instead I
climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. I was still breathing hard. Whoa,
that climax was hot! Ray says, "What the fuck? How am I gonna do this?" as
if he just realized my ass is in the back; maybe he and his friend didn't
mess around together after all. "Ya better get on your belly, Dylan. And,
let me tell ya, this ain't gonna be a real long fuck either. The way you
suck cock, wow! I'm almost there right now, that was a blow job for the
record books.  And another thing, you're not straight and don't tell me you
are." I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, frowning. He says, "Ah, don't
worry, your secret's safe with me. Heh heh, of course I might be wanting a
blow job now and again. You know, blackmail blow jobs so I don't tell
anyone you're sucking my cock." I was on my belly now so it was convenient
for Ray to smack my ass a few stinging blows and ask, "Where's that
lubrication?"

Taking another deep breath, I was beginning to feel real good and was back
to regular breathing and heart rate. I say, "Okay, you're right, I'm bi.
But you don't need to blackmail me Ray, I'll be happy to suck you off any
time 'cause you got yourself a great penis there." He stopped and made a
face, like "Whoa! That's great to hear!" Then he said, "You know what, the
hell with it; let's make out a little bit. Maybe we can be real tight fuck
buddies like my friend Lenny and his little brother were. You can do the
little brother stuff and I'll do the rest, what do you say?" This is
exactly what he wanted Elliot to do and Elliot said, "Hell, no!" I say,
"Sure Ray. Big brother, little brother, what's the dif."  I'm thinking that
once Ray gets hooked on it I can push to be the big brother once in a while
too.  All I know is, the climax I just had was a doozy and I'd like to
experience that again. This is so welcome after the sex drought I've been
in all summer. And, of course, it's welcome relief from yesterday's
troubles too. I say, "The lube's right there on my desk, that tube right
there." He picked it up and put it on the night stand, then climbed up on
the bed.  I turned on my side and got my arm around his neck, his shoulders
are big alright, lots of chest and upper arm development too. "Do you work
out, Ray?" He goes, "No, why?" He's oblivious to the shape he's in I
guess. First thing I want to do is get my tongue in his mouth which is no
trouble, he seems to want it there. I get a buzzing in my balls feeling his
sharp teeth on my tongue. Earlier, at the Mall, his breath had smelled so
fresh and now I find his mouth tastes the way it smells, but when he lifts
his arm to hug around my back he has some underarm odor that I can only
classify as BO.  It's BO, but with a little bit of the musky smell too; an
unusual combination that I decide is sexy although if the BO portion got
any stronger it might be a problem. Ray knows what he's doing in a make
out; he's very hot and wet with it. This boy is a true sexpot and I gotta
admit that Penny's a lucky girl.

Amazing how the scruffy beard added to things.  First off it's a totally
new experience for me, of course it helped that it was Ray's soft and sexy
facial hair and not some stiff whiskers.  I licked his face flattening some
of the hairs.  It was all fine with Ray. We made out while wrestling around
on the bed, kind of rough with some arm locks which definitely had Ray in
the driver's seat most of the time. I found myself as incapacitated as
Willie used to get me, only it wasn't a hickey Ray was interested in like
Willie. Ray simply had his favorite positions to make out in and it seemed
they all were positions of power for him, with some part of his body
against my dick. He'd get both my arms pinned behind me using just his
right arm and with a fistful of my hair pull my head back so he could bite,
lick, kiss and slobber on the soft skin under my chin with his thigh
between my legs. It's one of the sexiest make outs I've been a part of and
my cock stuck straight out from my shaved belly during most of it. That
stiff pole got bumped and pushed around as we flopped here and there on the
bed, it got pinned between our bellies many times, sometimes right next to
Ray's cock, both boners were about six inches long now as Ray's had
enlarged along with his arousal state. Same length as mine but Ray's is
almost twice as big around as mine.  The big brother, little brother theme
worked out just the way Ray wanted it to in that scenario. We had a great,
long make out with his musk transferred and lingering on various parts of
my body because the wrestling brought many parts of my torso into contact
with Ray's underarm. He's going home to shower after our workout here, but
I may just enjoy this unusual smell all through the night by skipping my
shower before bed.

We were both grunting and "Mmmm"ing and "Ahhh"ing without actually speaking
for maybe fifteen minutes at which time he rolled me over on my belly, got
his cock at my hole and humped inside me without benefit of the lube that
was right there on the night stand. We were sweaty and even though there
was precum on his boner it was a tough entry. Not for long though. Ray
didn't wait for my asshole to accommodate his fat, hard, hot penis; he was
pumping my ass right from the initial tight entry.  I saw stars at first,
biting my knuckle to keep from yelling out, not that I think Ray would have
done anything differently if I had cried out. He's fucking me hard,
grunting out, "How you like my big cock up your ass, bitch?" That's the
second time he's called me that and we'll need to straighten that out. He's
probably used to calling Penny his bitch so, ya know, it doesn't really
bother me all that much, but still it's not right. With Ray I'll eliminate
it; I tried but never had success with Willie. With him I eventually gave
up worrying what he called me, or my ass. Meantime, all I could do was
grunt with each ram of Ray's huge cock up my ass and, of course, as I knew
it would, my rectum suddenly felt so good I had tears in my eyes. This
might be the biggest cock that's ever fucked me making me realize that
there's a lot to be said for big.  Willie's boner is longer but half the
heft, this baby means business and my rectum opened right up for it knowing
it had no choice. I'd just had a great climax from blowing Ray so I wasn't
close to another climax this soon and as Ray predicted his climax came on
fast. He was literally gushing cum up my ass about five minutes after we
started. His cum poured out of his boner in a big splash and was rolling
down my buttocks and the inside of my legs as he continued fucking me long
after the cum explosion. He began slowing down and I feared I wouldn't get
a second cum shot, but to my surprise everything started kicking in: his
musky smell, the musky BO on my body, the memory of his cock down my
throat, the make out we had, his big brother attitude, and this hot fuck
all of a sudden brought on a quick little double shot of spunk that had me
doing two quick squeals making Ray laugh. He discontinued his thrusts,
mumbling, "Okay, I finally fucked some cum and a squeal out of you, the
sound was almost like Penny makes. For a minute there I didn't think it
would happen."

He pulled right out and I wanted to scream, "Don't be so abrupt!" because
his huge cock was feeling so fantastic inside me and I'd like to linger
together like this for a little while, except he wouldn't understand. It
wouldn't be his fault either.  Sex with Robby is sex with my lover and we
delay disconnecting as long as we can. Willie and I thought we were in love
too and we dragged out the sex as long as we could too. Sex with Connor is
affectionate sex as he's got this crush on me so we also delay a bit before
ending the sexual adventure. Sex with Dodger is I don't know what, some
kind of buddy sex that ends when Dodger says it ends, I guess. Ha ha! This
sex with Ray though is the most basic kind of buddy sex, the kind where
there's no affection to speak of, just hot sex to get your rocks off; which
is fine. It was even hotter than I thought it would be frankly... pure,
uncomplicated sex. Ray went into my bathroom and was cleaning his dick with
a hand towel when I came in to dab cum with toilet paper as it drooled out
of my asshole.  Ray's washing his hands, saying, "That's a helluva ass ya
got there, Dylan. How'd ya like my cock up there?" Finished with the
dabbing, I put some tissue in a clean pair of underpants and pulled them
on, mumbling, "It was okay, Ray. You fuck good, actually."  As I'm stepping
into my basketball shorts Ray's evaluating, "Fucking you was quite
different than fucking Penny. It was hot, mind you, you're kinda hot
yourself actually.  I told you something like that once before I think. All
in all I think I like the extra flesh on Penny, particularly her
tits... your skinny. But, I'd fuck you again. It's different sure, but cool
too. So we're both bisexual, right?" I go, "I guess, but mostly I don't
care about labels. Except I do care about you calling me "bitch"!  You
gotta stop calling me that." He goes, "I know! I know! Both times I did it
I yelled at myself but that's the kind of rough talk Penny loves.  I dirty
talk to her during sex and she just gets in a frenzy of climaxes. Did you
know girls can have multiple climaxes? They're animals when it comes to
sex." I'm thinking that Ray's an animal when it comes to sex too, but I
left it at that. He goes, "I really gotta run now. To be honest I didn't
think it could be this good, but it was and I'll be in touch soon, dude."

He was getting his clothes on while he said that. Shortly we're walking to
the front door, he's saying, "This is just between you and me.  Right,
Dylan?" I go, "Sure," and he says, "I'm not queer, I'm really not, but even
so I have to say, you're very sexy for a boy.  Any guy ever tell you that
before?" I'm shaking my head "no" thinking of what the psycho had said to
me about that. I don't know why I'm sexy to some guys, but then, why is Ray
sexy to me? It doesn't need to mean I'm a freak or something, or that he
is. I hope it doesn't anyway. Ray skipped down the steps apparently quite
pleased with himself.  He seems to have few self doubts about anything. I
smelled his musky scent on the back of my forearm as I watched him go, a
distinctive, strong odor clung to my arm. Wonder how long before it fades?
Drifting back into my bedroom I noticed my cum on the side of the bedspread
so I pulled it off and stuffed it into the washing machine.  When I looked
sideways at my sheets I can see wet spots of Ray's and my cum here, there,
and everywhere. I left the sheets on and plumped up the pillow that Ray
used during parts of the make out. Then it was quarter to eight on a
Saturday night, and I was out of things to do. That's alright, I'm not
horny now which counts for a lot.

I watched TV downstairs and thought about things. My idea was to think
about Ray and me doing all that stuff tonight but my mind wandered to Robby
and that damn conscience of mine. It was taking the glow off my idea of Ray
and me being hot fuck buddies. Dammit!  After thinking about it for a long
time I realized I couldn't tell Robby even if I wanted to because Ray and I
had given our word to each other to keep our buddy sex secret. Wow! That's
convenient. I tried staring my conscience down with that information, but
was only partially successful. The Red Sox game was on but I wasn't paying
much attention to it, mostly I just thought about general things in my life
while sniffing my arm where Ray marked me with his musk. After the game I
went to bed and rolled around in the damp cum from our sex.  I could really
smell that musky odor on the sheets and before long I had my nose buried in
Ray's pillow jerking off. Ten minutes later I had a fair climax and that
allowed me to get to sleep.  I woke up twice with nightmares, both
involving Joel.

Sunday morning I had to shower, unfortunately that put an end to Ray's musk
smell.  After that I put the sheets in the washing machine along with the
bed spread, added soap and turned it on. My mind slowly moved away from
that hot escapade with sexy Ray Ellis. I felt good except for the
nightmares. First thing I did was get the paper off the front step and scan
the Boston Globe for news of the drug bust, and still saw nothing. Is it
possible it's considered too common or too uninteresting an event to make
the newspapers? I was again listening to the lethally boring all news radio
station for word of the mugging when Chubby came in. We did a hand shake
and a nice hug, I snuck a kiss on his cheek and he didn't even protest. We
both went to Dunkin Donuts for take-out coffees and then returned to fix
the moms our famous award-winning Sunday morning breakfast. Chubby told me
about his night as we prepared the food for breakfast: honeydew melon, home
fries, bacon, English muffins, scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, the
Dunkin Donuts coffees and glasses of orange juice. I told Chubby everything
about my Saturday night except anything about Ray which left only the Red
Sox beating the Twins. We did not mention Joel.

Chubby, me, and the moms had been invited to the Dickers' pool for Sunday
afternoon and we all went. There were a few other families there too.  A
pool party, the adults drinking margaritas and us kids making everyone
cheeseburgers, chicken, and hotdogs on the grill. It was a fun time and
Robby and I even sneaked in some smooching in his room. Then a quick blow
job that we never got to finish because we heard his mother talking to
another woman right outside Robby's bedroom door. I got a good taste of
Robby's cock though and for some reason it lowered my guilty feelings about
Ray and me. Just as the pool party broke up Robby goes, "Come over here for
a second, Dylan." I followed him to the garage were he goes, "Um, oh man, I
feel like I should have told you this sooner.  Anyway, my parents rehired
Joel McCarty. You know, that Joel."  I go, "Oh no," not knowing where this
was heading. Robby squeezes my shoulder and says, "I was just trying to
protect you by not telling you about it. You know, hoping you'd never even
see him 'cause I didn't want you to worry.  Anyway, he got mugged or
something and is in the hospital really fucked up so I guess it's safe to
tell you about it now and get it off my conscience.  My parents didn't give
me details about the mugging except to tell me that for whatever reason,
they're not taking him back on the job after he recovers, if he even does
recover. He might be in trouble with the police too. I'm not sure why, the
'rents are real hush hush about it, but I think its drug related. Anyway, I
hated keeping that secret from you." I go, "Oh, it's okay, Robby, sometimes
it's best to keep secret unpleasant things that might upset those you
love!" Robby stared into my eyes for a second, like he was trying to
determine what I was referring to, then mumbled, "I think so too." We
looked out the garage window then and not seeing anyone around, did a five
second kiss with lots of tongue.

Monday, in the Metro section of the Boston Globe, I read a one paragraph
piece about a mugging in the Glendale section of Framingham.  It listed
Joel's name, age and address and said there were alleged drug implications
with the mugging.  Joel had seriously damaged kneecaps and a compound
fracture of the wrist and ankle, both required surgery, plus serious
internal injuries. Hmmm, I guess his balls are considered internal. The
article was short and vague with the use of the word alleged sprinkled
about frequently. There was a message on the bulletin board at work about
Joel being in the hospital and if anyone wanted to send a get well card
there was the hospital's address and Joel's room number listed. I gave some
thought as to how I felt about all this now and decided... "Fuck him!" The
things he did to me mentally and physically, plus what he was going to do
to me, and what he threatened to do to my mom; it all added up to "Fuck
you, Joel!!"  Mess with me at your own peril!

to be continued...

Donny Mumford         thinat20@yahoo.com