Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2010 09:50:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION   Chapter 4 (Shocking!)   by Donny Mumford

			  DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION

	       Chapter 4 (Shocking!)       by Donny Mumford

The first thing I did when I got to work last Monday morning was go
directly to the Dickers Landscape & Design Company's bulletin board and,
sure enough, there was a notice advising that Joel McCarty had been mugged
Friday night and was in serious condition. The notice includes the
hospital's address and the room number for those who may want to send their
get well wishes. I'm not inclined to send a card myself, but that's not to
say others won't.  At least one person may even like Joel; that would be
the person Joel helped with the dead battery earlier in the day of his
mugging. He or she was helped by the good neighbor Joel.  All my
interactions have been with the other Joel, the crazy Joel who's convinced
I want sexual relations with him and therefore needs to be corrected so
that I'll be worthy of him. Maybe that's not exactly how his mind worked,
but something bizarre like that is slithering around in his brain. Let's
just say there's evidence of some serious malfunctioning there; perhaps
some misfiring neurons in his frontal lobes resulting in what may be
insanity. And what about other boys Joel may have "corrected,"are all of
them still among the living? I wonder if I should alert authorities that
Joel could be a serial molester or even a mass murderer. Or am I being too
dramatic? I don't know the answer to that and Chubby doesn't want to talk
about Joel right now, so I'll give it some time and then discuss the idea
with him in the future. Chubby keeps so much inside it's sometimes hard to
know what he's thinking. We'll discuss it later when it's not so raw,
there's no particular hurry because Joel isn't going anywhere anytime
soon. Hey, maybe Joel's even lying and he doesn't have a dungeon room, and
maybe he doesn't have a cat o'nine tails either, or any of those other
torture devices he talked about it. If he does have them maybe the police
will stumble onto them while searching his house for drugs. In other words,
maybe it'll all take care of itself. Maybe this and maybe that, but the one
thing that's a certainty is that he's out of my life for good. Robby told
me his parents aren't going to be rehiring Joel even if he recovers enough
to do the work. No details, just that he won't be working here ever again
so I guess I can say with confidence, mission accomplished!  It would be
reassuring for me to know that psycho Joel will never be well enough to
harm anyone else, but I don't know how I'd go about verifying that right
now. Like I said, in time I'll give it more thought. Hell, because of the
cocaine and pills it's possible he'll even do some prison time or be put on
probation or something. Whatever, he's on the police's radar screen now and
I'm relegating him to past history status in my life.

To be honest though, I didn't feel totally relaxed until Tuesday of last
week. By then it had been four full days since the mugging and no one; not
the police, the Dickers, or anybody else had requested information from me
about anything. After four days it was safe for me to assume Joel hadn't
mentioned me, not that that's particularly surprising. First off, what good
would it do him? I mean, he was intending to do nefarious things to me and
I'd talk about those things if questioned by the police which would lead to
more trouble for Joel. So apparently I'm not a person of interest in this
matter and its case closed!  This is the second time around for me to think
that that creep is out of my life for good; you'd think one time would be
enough. The first time of course was when he had his, ahem... accident.  We
knew he'd recover from that and maybe come back to work for the Dickers,
but at that time I wasn't expecting to be back there myself. Chubby and I
bought our Jeep last fall and I'd gotten a part time job at Stop & Shop
which paid enough for me to share car expenses. I was planning on staying
with the part time job right through this summer, but then I fell in love
with Robby and that changed things. In order to be with him as much as
possible I decided to quit Stop & Shop and work for Dickers Landscaping
which brought me into contact with the evil one again.  It's been a
horrendous experience but it's a dead issue now.

What isn't a dead issue is Ray Ellis. He and I had some really hot buddy
sex not too long ago and a few days later he was back looking for more of
the same. He claims to be experimenting to see if he's bisexual, which is a
hoot! Ordinarily his proposal for more of the same would have me secretly
whooping it up, but there's a problem. Sexy play with Ray is a delicious
endeavor but my newly discovered conscience won't allow me to do it again
because it might be interpreted as cheating on Robby. As much as I enjoyed
the earlier buddy sex with Ray I was forced to tell him I couldn't do more
of the same at this particular time. He then offered me an incentive, and
only Ray could think of this as an incentive, he told me it would be okay
for us to do some making-out first. That had me stifling a guffaw; the
assumption that making-out with him was a favor to me!  Ha ha!  In any
case, he was surprised and disappointed that I turned him down, but he left
the door open, "Another time then, right Dylan?" I'd mumbled, "I sincerely
hope so, Ray!" Nothing from him since then. That's the way things have been
going for me all summer. That boy has a thick cock, it's heavy actually and
it felt real good up my ass. He's a sexy boy alright, but even so, I said
no to him. What willpower!  I didn't even know I had any; love sure does
crazy things to your head. Now I'm wondering about Connor; what if he gets
in touch with me, and God only knows how he'd do that, will I be able to
say no to him too? I kinda doubt it, so how does that fit in with my guilty
conscience theory? Of course, he doesn't have a cell phone, or any other
kind of phone for that matter, and no car either, so communicating with him
is very problematic.

Anyway, sex wise, my first choice is obviously to do it with my boyfriend,
Robby. There's been well documented problems with that all summer though,
so I've been reduced to scrounging around for buddy sex and then wrestling
with my conscience afterward. Robby and I finally did get desperate and
reckless when we forced the issue a week ago. It was last Wednesday night
when we almost got caught screwing in his pickup at the high school. Oh my
god, that would be uber embarrassing to say the least, but it was a hot
time and worth the chance we took. Perhaps I spend too much time thinking
about the topic of sex; that might be true, but what's a certainty is that
I'm not getting enough of it, and that's just sad! Robby deals with the
lack of sex a lot better than me. Don't get me wrong, he really gets into
it with me when we occasionally find a safe spot to operate in, but he's
not always thinking about it like me. He has other interests, such as his
new position at work and his baseball activities, and he does a lot of
things with his family too.  Me, what can I say, I'm mostly into cute boys
and gay sex. I like to ogle them, analyze them, and have sex with the ones
who want to, except now I've got this guilty conscience thingie confusing
the issue a bit.

I'm dealing with it okay though, I'm cool with it... sort of. At work
Wednesday morning I stumbled onto an interesting situation. It was before
work started and I was strolling around outside the Dicker's complex
sipping from a take-out coffee container and smoking a cigarette when the
urge to pee came on me real fast; coffee sneaks up on me sometimes. The
front entrance of the business office was right there so I put out my
cigarette, went up the steps and inside the front doors to use the
visitor's lavatory. After taking my pee I walked over to throw away my
Styrofoam coffee cup and down the hall I see Robby talking with two nice
looking boys about my age. I thought they might be brothers; squinting my
eyes I could see similarities in their looks. Both are slim and both had on
what looked like white gym shorts, some kind of shorty-shorts that made
their legs look really long and slender. Nice looking legs with hairless
thighs and nicely curved calves showing just a sprinkling of short,
straight blond hairs. Robby was standing in front of the seated boys with
his back to me so I stood there and watched them. The two long legged boys
weren't looking at me; they were looking at Robby and nodding their heads
slightly at whatever Robby was saying. They both had their legs crossed in
that manner where the back of one knee is on top of the other knee and the
calf of the hanging leg almost touches the other calf. I notice guys
crossing their legs that way occasionally; maybe it's just me, but it's
always looks a tad feminine and slightly uncomfortable to my eyes. Then it
hits me who these two boys probably are. Robby told me he'd be interviewing
for a replacement of the kid he fired a week or so ago. I guess the
company's human resource department weeded out the applicants and sent
these two for Robby to choose from. Well, from here I know which one I'd
pick... the cutest one. They're both cute, but I like the more boyish
looking one who's probably the youngest. The other one looks too mature and
serious. Unfortunately my choice has skinny arms; the other boy appears
stronger and you really do need to be kinda strong to move the equipment
around. Jeez, my boy is wearing a sleeveless tee too; oh man, I love that
sleeveless tee shirt look! They eventually walked toward the human
resources offices and I got to see the great ass on both those hotties; on
all three of 'em actually. The kid I'd choose has real long blond hair
covering his ears entirely, which is not particularly cool. They all
disappeared into an office so I reluctantly turned to leave, but it had
been a nice visual treat to start my day. See what being horny can do to
you? I've adopted the hobby of ogling every boy in sight; I should be
ashamed of myself! Heh heh!

Leaving the main office for the workers' locker room I changed into my lawn
cutting outfit and was waiting on the blacktop out back for the signal to
start the workday when, to my surprise, Robby calls for our attention and
introduces the cutie, Chad Bundy, as the newest member of our crew. He'd
picked the kid I would have picked, not the stronger looking one. In the
introduction Robby says, " Chad's had no experience in landscaping, but
he's got a great recommendation from his last job at Home Depot. I'm
confident he'll be a good addition to our team. I'll be working with him
the rest of the week. For now, introduce yourselves, then let's load up and
move out."  Chad went around shaking hands mumbling "nice to meet ya" to
everyone. Up close he's even cuter than I initially thought. He's not shy,
I don't get that impression at all, he has a confident air about him, but
he's quiet. Jeez, those green eyes of his! What the hell, he probably needs
someone to look out for him in the early going so I told Robby I'd sit in
the back of the truck with Chad to make sure he didn't fall out or
anything. Robby nodded that it was okay, then started to say something to
me but didn't, just shook his head slightly. Whatever, I gotta hustle to
make sure I get to sit next to the new kid.

During the ride to our first job site I'm right next to Chad trying to pry
a little information out of him. In this kind of situation I feel confident
and even cocky because I've got a lot of experience on the job and Chad has
none, plus our supervisor's my friggin' boyfriend, ha ha! So, ya know, I'm
not real intimidated by Chad .  Under normal circumstances though, I don't
usually feel comfortable interacting with someone I don't know. The first
thing I learned about Chad was that he wasn't exactly thrilled about me
asking questions, and the second thing I learned is that there's no way
he's gay. It's obvious from how he carries himself that Chad 's just one
more straight kid on the job; they all might be straight for all I
know. The other thing is that he seems genuinely annoyed with me. Could
this be one of those situations where a person hates me right off the bat?
It happens to me sometimes. Anyway, I find out he's eighteen years old and
the other boy I saw him with this morning is indeed his brother, who was
also hired. The brother will be working in crazy Joel's old office
job. Chad's not much of a communicator as I've said, but uber nice to look
at, and younger looking than eighteen so I was kind of enjoying myself
sitting next to him and occasionally bumping against him as the truck
bounced through potholes. I'm trying to think of a way to get a
conversation started while glancing furtively over at him occasionally... I
really like Chad 's looks. He probably notices me glancing over, but
ignores me. Let's see, it's a bright sunny day and already hot as hell, but
I can't talk about the weather; that's too lame! Hmmm, what to say?

We're both sitting down flat on the bed of the pickup with our legs spread
out in front of us. Chad 's legs, coming out of those short-shorts in this
sitting position, look even longer than they did earlier.  I can't very
well start a conversation about his hot legs though, so for lack of
anything better I casually ask him why he wore gym shorts to work.  He
hesitated, shook his head a few times slowly like he can't believe how
stupid I am, and then says, "Ah, I don't want to be meeping rude, but ya
know... umm, oh okay, it's easier to answer your question than argue about
it." I go, "Huh? What's to argue about" He doesn't look at me when he's
talking, he says, "Never mind that now! Meep it, okay?!" Then he does turn
to look at me, and in a manner you might use explaining something to a slow
learner, he says, "I wore these gym shorts today because it's ninety
meeping degrees out here. Why would anyone wear baggy cargo shorts that
hang below their knees in this heat?"  Obviously he's referring to my cargo
shorts, which are cool, not nerdy like gym shorts. Instead of taking
offense though, I choose to smile and take the high road. I change the
subject, "Why are you always saying, 'meep'?" He shakes his head again and
looks away like, "Don't bother me!"  Frankly, his baby face and his
attitude don't go together at all but I'm willing to overlook the attitude
for now because the baby face carries more weight with me than his rudeness
detracts. He's purposely looking away from me, his cheeks puffed out as he
exhales air slowly through his lips, making a hissing sound; totally
annoyed with me. Hard to believe a new kid would be so combative.

I guess I should give up and assume he's an asshole, but I'm slightly
amused with him. I touch his arm to get his attention, then smiling again,
I try for a truce, "You're right, Chad, it is hot as hell. I'm wearing
these baggy cargo shorts because I don't have gym shorts like you do, but I
just might buy a pair!" Chad did that deep intake of air like, "Can I
believe this shit?" but said nothing.  Well okay, we're not getting off to
a very good start and let's face it, I'm letting this kid get away with
murder here too; I could have said, "Okay, yeah, the heat explains why
you're wearing shorty-shorts like a six year old, but what's your meeping
brother's excuse? He's working in an air conditioned office!" I could have
said that but I just noticed something else about Chad that I like. A
light, warm breeze just blew by Chad towards me and this kid smells sexy,
like Ray Ellis... yum?  And, like I said, I love that sleeveless t-shirt
look too, so I'm giving him at least one more chance. Hell, he could be the
nervous type and covering-up that fact with this rude behavior. He'd closed
his eyes so I take the opportunity to study him more closely. He's hot for
sure! I notice a small amount of very light blond underarm hair peeking out
through the sleeveless arm opening of his t-shirt and by bending my head a
little I can also see his nice pale pink nipple and regular boy's hairless
chest. I also noticed that Chad might be even thinner than me, but he has a
nice enough body just the same; well, except for the skinny
biceps. Compared to my guns Chad's biceps look puny. I'm aware, by the way,
that he closed his eyes hoping I'd take the hint. The nerve! Ha ha! Nah,
he's got too much going for him for me to give up so soon.  Mentoring isn't
always easy, ya know.

We got to the job site without further conversation and then Chad 's skinny
biceps had no trouble lifting three mowers out of the truck bed, three in a
row. Fascinated, I stood there and watched him work.  I watched him too
long apparently because I hear a stern voice, "Dylan, don't just stare at
him, help him get this truck unloaded!" My face got red and I think I saw a
smirk from Chad aimed at me. All through the morning Chad was gum on
Robby's shoe and where he was gruff and rude with me, he was an eager,
grinning, go-getter for Robby. At lunch Chad's brown-nosing got a little
sickening. With a big I wanna please smile, he chirps, "I got your lunch
out of the truck for ya, Rob." I'm thinking "Rob?"  Oh, I guess most of the
guys do call him Rob, but I'm beginning to suspect there's something sneaky
about this Chad kid. He seemed a bit aloof to the rest of the crew too, so
it's not just me he's looking down on. Not only that, he says the "meep"
word all the fucking time; it's enough to drive ya crazy. Oh god, this
could really get sick. All day long Chad followed Robby around, when Robby
stopped too quickly Chad ran up his ass and they'd smile and chuckle at his
clumsiness. Later in the afternoon Robby was on his cell phone talking to
his manager, which he does every afternoon, and to speed things up he'd
given Chad the day-end check list to fill out. Robby's inside the air
conditioned cab of the two-ton truck when Chad waves and calls out to the
five members of our crew, he yells, "Turn off the meeping blowers and
mowers for a minute!" One by one we relay the request and look at Chad like
"What the hell's going on?" He shouts, "I don't meeping remember all your
names, but I'll call out a name and you, real quick-like, report over here
to me for the day-end check list." Then, looking down at the list, he calls
out, "Ryan Beezer." Ryan looked over at me with this, what the fuck?
quizzical look on his face and Chad yells, "Are you Beezer? Over here,
quickly!" I'm thinking, "What a total asshole!" Ryan looks over to Robby's
truck and catches Robby's eye who gives the thumbs up salute not knowing
what Chad 's up to. "Let's go, Beezer! Myers is meeping next and Rob wants
this done quickly!" So, one by one we reported to the new kid who we assume
has Robby's okay to handle the check list this way. Chad checked off each
area for all of us and then said, "Thank you. You're dismissed! Back to
work now."  Un-fucking-believable!

We lived through that experience but I gotta talk to Robby about this new
kid; he could screw up our crew... the meeping dickhead!  I did not sit
back in the pickup's bed with Chad on the ride to the company office; let
him fall out of the damn truck for all I care.  Glancing through the rear
window of the pickup a few times I see Chad sitting away from the other
guys, it's not just me he doesn't want to associate with. After work, on
the way to Robby's house for our regular barbecue dinner, I told him about
Chad 's bad attitude and his weird superiority complex, or whatever it
is. Robby looked concerned when I described Chad 's method of filling out
the check list. "You gotta be shitting me! Chad had everyone report to him?
I told him to go around to each guy. I'll straighten him out tomorrow, but
he's a good worker and basically a good kid." He glanced over for a second
and added, "Wicked cute too, don't ya think?" I shrug and mumble, "I
guess," and Robby gets stern then and says, "I want you to give him a
chance! Okay?" I go, "Yes sir, boss, but he could be bad for the morale of
the crew." Robby just nods his head at that but I know he's going to do
everything he can to make it work; he chose Chad over the other kid and
Robby doesn't like to look bad in any aspect of his supervisory
responsibilities. He's like that with a lot of things actually.

Chubby won't be joining us for the barbecue; he needs to work late filling
in for someone who's on vacation. It'll be just Robby, Dodger, Vinnie, and
me; four gay boys, three of whom know the others are gay, and then one boy
who's more or less in the dark about the rest. Robby only knows he and I
are gay, which amazes me no end. Before dinner I'm swimming with Robby,
we're racing from one end of the pool to the other, and then back
again. I've got no chance to win the race of course, but Robby purposely
barely beats me so it appears to be a race. Great exercise: the lungs get a
great workout, arms and legs too. While Robby and I are doing these faux
races, Dodger's off with Vinnie doing something I'd probably like to be
doing. Those two don't have a problem about where to go for hanky panky
because Vinnie's an only child and both his parents work; the boys have the
use of Vinnie's bedroom during the day Monday thru Friday. The best thing
about them being someplace other than here is that Robby and I can swim
under water and grab each others dicks while pretending to kiss. It's
almost impossible to do a real kiss under water, but we do the best we can
and Robby's stubby cock feels good in my hand, wet or dry. I reach inside
his boardies and get the bare skin feel of his dick thinking how it will
feel when it's in places other than my hand. We're determined it's going to
get in a couple of those places later tonight too. No specific plan, we'll
just be alert for any possibility.

We were out of the pool sitting on deck chairs drying in the sun when the
boys appeared. They look so cute together with their identical
haircuts. Vinnie hasn't grown as much as Dodger this past year so they
aren't the same height anymore although they have the same body type; wiry
slim with subtle definition in all the right places; Dodger more so than
Vinnie. Dodger is the diving and swimming star and he has that
stereotypical swimmer's build to back that up. I enjoy watching those two
interact and like I said, it's surprising to me that Robby doesn't see the
boys' interaction for what it is. You'd think Robby would notice there's
more to it than Vinnie having a little hero worship for Dodger. After all,
Robby went through something like that with me last summer so why not
Vinnie and Dodger? It's true that both those boys are kinda tough kids
without an ounce of gay affectations between them, so maybe that's the
reason it hasn't occurred to Robby the relationship could be sexual. Now
that I think about it, I wouldn't have thought those two were gay either
except Dodger forced himself on me right from the start. Speaking of that,
I'm concerned about that promise I made to Dodger of cooperating with his
next pool fuck and that other promise too; me rimming his ass. None of that
seems like a good idea now that I've developed this conscience problem;
I'll be careful not to get in the pool with Dodger except when others are
in the area. In the water he's like a fucking otter or a seal or something
and I don't have much of a chance against him in that situation, but that's
a concern for another time.

Tonight the four of us are goofing around having a good time hangin'
together. We like each other and that's true of the brothers as well, which
isn't always the case with brothers, especially when they're both uber
competitive like these two. We're doing a bit of rough housing in the water
when Robby's dad calls him to help with the grill. The sun is still hot for
this late in the day so the rest of us stay in the pool's cool water. We're
all tan and slim and healthy looking.  I mostly see just the heads of
Vinnie and Dodger bobbing in the deep end; tiny water bubbles foaming in
their identically buzzed hair, the constant grin on Dodger's face
contrasting with Vinnie's concerned expression which mostly seems to be
asking, "Am I doing okay, Dodger?"  Soon they're whispering and I'm betting
it's a plot to dunk me. Wrestling in the pool is fun because it's a way to
get our bodies sliding against one another without causing unwanted
scrutiny from the 'rents. Last year there were a lot of squeezed balls and
nut crunching but not so much this year, so I was surprised when both
bobbing heads went under water and came up surrounding me. It took Dodger
about three seconds to get his hand inside the back of my swim suit and
then Vinnie's smallish hand was in the front of my boardies pulling them
down and grabbing my shrunken dick; their heads had gone under and then
reappeared above water when they'd captured my private parts. I'm trying to
act pissed off but Mr. Dickers was close by so I couldn't make too much of
a ruckus, plus it feels good.

Actually, it's awesome being attacked by friendly forces. Naturally Dodger
wasn't satisfied goosing my ass. He worked his index finger up my hole and
that felt mighty good too, then it felt even better when he began finger
fucking me. Vinnie stroked my stiffening cock, his chin occasionally
bouncing off the front of my shoulder as he bobbed about in the water
looking over at Dodger for approval. My bathing suit had slipped halfway
down my thighs so it's almost feels like I'm skinny dipping which is
phat. No talking as the effort of keeping our heads above water requires a
lot of energy. My balls were producing spunk rapidly and I was doing some
little grunting noises and puffing out bursts of air while moving my arms
and legs staying afloat. Then, just as I feel a climax coming on, I look up
to see Mrs. Dickers walking toward the pool carrying a tray with glasses of
lemonade. The boys have given me this awesome, really stiff boner and it's
feeling achingly good and just getting ready to shoot off, but now I don't
want to. Thankfully Dodger also sees his mother coming and says, "Let's go
Vinnie!" The two of them let me float away as I continue to quietly grunt
from the wonderful sensation of being this close to climax. My boner was
all too visible in the clear pool water though so I went under kicking my
feet to churn the water while frantically tugging up my swim suit. Then I
floated to the top and Mrs. Dickers, hearing me splash getting out of the
pool, asked, "Enjoying your swim, Dylan? I have a glass of lemonade for
you." I go, "Oh yeah! That's a real sexy pool ya have here, Mrs. Dickers!
Thank you for the lemonade." She nodded and smiled politely, but didn't
reply. That's one of the good things about the Dickers boy's parents;
they're friendly, but don't engage us boys in a lot of casual conversation,
and I like that!  My mom and particularly Tris, Chubby's mom, would talk
with us all day long if we let them get away with it.

Naturally, both Vinnie and Dodger were smirking and feeling real proud of
themselves for attacking me like that and getting me boned-up. I tried
acting like I hadn't been worried that Mrs. Dickers almost witnessed me
shooting spunk in the pool, a potentially embarrassing situation to say the
least. Dodger was trying to get the stinky finger he'd had up my ass under
Vinnie's nose, but Vinnie was too quick for him and pushes his hand away
smiling cutely. Then Dodger sniffs it himself then, and says, "Sweet!" I
go, "Meep you!" Vinnie laughs so I guess he's onto this meep nonsense. His
eyes light up then, like he just got a great idea and he says, real serious
like, "We gotta have ourselves another three-way, Dylan. Remember? That
rocked, dude!" Like I could forget it. I say, "When the hell was I ever in
a three-way with you children? You gotta be shitting me!" and Vinnie goes,
"Yeah you were, don't you remember? It was when I got my first buzz cut."
Dodger says, with a harsher tone than I thought was warranted, "Shut up,
Vinnie. He remembers just fine." Vinnie looked properly chastised so Dodger
squeezes the back of Vinnie's neck affectionately and says, in a much nicer
manner, "Come on guys, let's sneak a smoke behind the garage." I'm for that
so we begin casually sauntering toward the back of the garage when
Mr. Dickers shouts, "No smoking around the house, boys." Dodger yells,
"Smoking? Dad, get serious! We don't smoke!" as we continue walking. I hear
Mr. Dickers sputtering something, then he and Mrs. Dickers are laughing;
they're resigned to Dodger's lying. They spoil their children something
awful.

There's a crumbled brick patio and a couple of old wood Adirondack chairs
behind the garage, also a chest containing pool towels. The three of us
lean against the chairs and share a stale Marlboro Light from a pack Dodger
keeps hidden in the chest for just this sort of thing. We're screwing
around seeing who can get the most spit on the filter as we pass the
cigarette. Vinnie doesn't inhale yet, but Dodger's become an accomplished
smoker. Finished with the first one we lit another and all of us took a
drag, holding the smoke in our lungs or mouth, then put our lips together
to exhale and then inhale each other's smoke. Vinnie swallowed his, or
inhaled it, or something and got into the worst coughing fit ever which got
Dodger and me into a laughing fit as we're patting Vinnie on the back; then
we pull the back of his swim suit down and begin spanking his bare ass. The
coughing subsides as the spanking continues; Vinnie's ass was bright pink
from our open hand slaps on that awesome, hairless bubble butt of his. In
less than a minute I noticed a bulge in the front of Vinnie's bathing
suit. Surely it wasn't the coughing that caused him to spring half a
hard-on; it had to be either the pats on his back or the spanking. Hmm, I'm
going with the spanking. That goddamn Dodger is so lucky to have a fuck
buddy like Vinnie!  I nod my head at the protruding lap of Vinnie's
swimsuit and Dodger reaches over grabbing a handful. Vinnie leans into
Dodger holding onto his arm with both hands, and whimpers, "Oh, don't
Dodger," but his hips were humping into Dodger's hand slightly as Dodger
tightened his grip looking at Vinnie with a sweet grin; then he massages
Vinnie's cock into a full blown boner. I stared with my lips parted, my
dick getting hard. Vinnie rested his forehead on Dodger's shoulder and let
Dodger do with him what he wanted. After a bit Dodger moved his lips
against Vinnie's ear and whispers something that causes Vinnie to mumble,
"Okay, sure; if you promise," as he nods his head. Hot gay teen boys!

It was another great barbecue. This time of year the local tomatoes and
corn on the cob are at their peak... delicious. We also had medium-rare
cowboy steaks and baked potatoes with butter and sour cream. After we ate
everything in sight, Robby asks, "How 'bout I get us a watermelon. We
haven't had one for a long time." Mrs. Dickers says, "If you want, Rob, but
get a small one; there's a ten dollar bill on the kitchen counter." Robby's
trying to play it casual, "Who wants to come with me?" I quickly say, "I'll
go! I want to buy it though 'cause you guys buy everything."  Mrs. Dickers
says, "Oh, thank you, Dylan! You're the nicest boy, but let us treat here
at the house, Okay?" I go, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you." We're up and heading
toward the kitchen for the ten dollar bill before Dodger can chime in that
he wants to come too. Robby drove us directly to this dead-end road that
forty years ago led to a drive-in movie. The land had been sold, but the
construction of new homes was put off "on account of the economy", which is
a line from a Bruce Springsteen song we listened to on the radio while
driving here. I don't know the song's title though. The weeds are about two
feet high on the dirt road and the ruts are rough, plus we're out in the
open as there aren't any trees or anything to hide behind. Out in the open
or not, kids still come here from time to time to use the area as a lover's
lane.

Robby parks, turns off the engine and says, "You wanna suck my cock,
Dylan?" I go, "Umm, ah... why yes I believe I do, Robby." We're taking our
bathing suits off as we talk. On the seat, I get on my knees, my hands on
Robby's thighs near his dick; he's turned sideways as much as he can, one
leg bent at the knee up against the seat's back. Lowering my head to his
lap I tongue his chlorine-tasting cock licking off the pool's chlorine
remnants and getting to the real Robby taste. Lapping under his balls near
the corner of his anus I lick at that until Robby's squirming on the seat
scrunching his buttocks forward so I can get to his full pink rosebud
asshole which I lick until it's wet enough for me to push the tip of my
tongue in. Robby has one hand holding the steering wheel, steadying him,
and the other on the back of my head; he's making noisy breathing sounds
while lightly humping his hips. I can get my tongue maybe three quarters of
an inch up his ass, my nose plastered against the back part of his scrotum,
his nuts resting on the bridge of my nose against my closed eyelids.
Rimming Robby gets me harder, quicker, than sucking his cock does. I can't
breathe very well in this position but the little breathing I manage smells
one hundred percent Robby Dickers and that's a very good thing. Needing
some full inhales of air I pulled away, reaching under me to stroke my hard
cock a few times and then went back to Robby's groin. Getting my tongue
under the head of his cock, I suck the entire thing into my mouth; my nose
and forehead were now poking his smoothly shaved belly.  Oh my, rimming's
great but I really do like to suck cock a lot! Robby rubs his hands over my
shoulders and back, saying, "Suck my cock, get it harder, Dylan. Hmmm,
that's nice." It doesn't take long to get it as hard as it's going to get;
sucking and tonguing just the head until it's sticking straight up from
Robby's belly. This is so hot, it gets me really boned-up! Robby's blowing
air out through a small round opening he's made with his lips, then manages
to grunt out, "Oh, that's nice... ahh! Ooh, here comes some precum for ya."
I sucked it down and then Robby cups under my chin to lift my head and we
start a mad make-out that gets both of us sweating; our bodies heating up
the already high temperature in the pickup, steaming up the windows in the
process. It's soon stifling in the pickup's cab.

After maybe five minutes of kissing and licking each other's face,
breathing hard, Robby says, "We can't be away too long, you better sit on
it now." Sweat's rolling down our faces as Robby moves around to sit in the
passenger's part of the bench seat; I sit on his thighs leaning my back
against his chest. "Lift up, Dylan," and he moves his boner right under my
asshole. "Okay, now... all the way down on it." I slide down that short fat
pole slowly, precum and sweat helping me along, but it's still tight and my
asshole is sore at first. Robby's hugging me with both arms overlapping
under my nipples. I'm facing the windshield and can just see our blurry
refection and my grimace as I pull up off his legs and then right back
down, then again and, damn, if my hole didn't feel a lot better already.
Muscle memory maybe, but my ass loves having a cock inside it and adjusts
to the intrusion quickly. Up and down, up and down, and now Robby starts
humping his hip up as I'm sliding down, I grab my cock to stroke that
dripping six inches of bone. Oh my god, this feels good!

In two minutes I feel my nuts start churning and then that familiar
vibrating, almost achy feeling at the inside of both thighs near my nuts.
I'm gonna cum too soon again, but Robby's lifting up under my buttocks with
his hands, saying, "How 'bout getting on all fours now?" Oh! I hate when he
pulls out of me so quick like that, but I rustle around getting on my knees
with my forehead resting down on the back of my wrists across from the
steering wheel. Robby's up on his knees behind me and right away it's
"Smack! smack! smack, smack!!" his bare hand spanking my ass, as I'm
yelling, "That really stings, Robby!" "Smack! Smack!" Two more really
stinging spanks along with some barely contained giggles, then, "You were a
bad boy staring at the new kid today. I'm going, "Aw, come on, Robby!" A
couple more of half-hearted smacks just because he could, and then he
shoved his boner right back up inside and I'm like, "Ahhh yeah, Robby!"  My
buttocks were stinging, he'd really let me have it tonight, but now all I
care about is Robby pounding his fat cock up my ass creating all those
awesome orgasmic-inducing sensations. All around and up and down went those
erotic feelings, flying to all parts of my rectum. Robby's boned-up cock
fucking me hard and fast, just the way I love it!

Robby stopped humping my ass to adjust his position on the seat and a
question entered my head: Did Robby spank me because he was jealous of me
flirting with the new kid, or just because he thinks it's funny to spank my
ass? Whatever, I quickly became totally absorbed in Robby's renewed efforts
to fuck me a new asshole; I simply can't imagine what could be better than
a boy's hard cock humping up my ass, over and over and over. Robby's going
"Oh!" with every penetration; fast, hard humps as my dick begins to get
even stiffer and I'm moaning, "Ahh! Ohh, fuck me, Robby.  Oh yeah, this
feels sooo good! Ahh! Ahh!" I'm supporting myself with one forearm on the
seat now, my head is up and straining back as I stroke my cock in time with
the thrusts of Robby's hard stubby cock up my hole.  Then it came on me
fast, "Ahhhhh!" cum is streaming from my dick splattering on the inside of
the door, then lesser squirts on the vinyl seat as I'm into a stroking
frenzy.  Another good shot of cum and my eyes squeezed closed trying to
absorb the wonderful feelings of climax. Robby's hammering his boner up my
hole grunting and breathing hard. Cum drools from my cock as my whole body
jolts with each of Robby's crotch slams against my buttocks, and does it
ever feel good. Blackness and pleasure as I squeeze my eyes shut and drop
my head again, then brightness and fright when I open my eyes. Brightness!?
I lift my head quickly and see headlights coming towards us. Robby sees
them too and lays down on my back saying, "Down, Dylan!" We're hoping the
car will keep going right by. Maybe the occupants in that car are up to the
same thing we are. The mystery car's headlights shine through the pickup's
windows, then they're past us and we listen as the engine sounds fade to
quiet again. Robby lifts his head and peeks out the door window, "They're
gone, Dylan." I mumble, "That was random," and he says, "Just stay where
you are, this feels good on my dick."

First, my heart was pounding fast from my climax, and then, from being
frightened that we were gonna get caught in the act. Not worried about
being caught now I notice the wetness on my chest and realize I'm laying in
my own cum. Robby's cock had never pulled out of me, he humps his hips off
my ass a few times and I bite my bottom lip to keep from making an
embarrassing squeal; it feels so good to be fucked like this. I'm not
getting fucked nearly as often as I did when Willie was around, so when I
do get fucked everything seems bigger than life. Robby's speaking in a
playful tone when he says, "Yeah, that was random alright! We'll do a
little missionary fucking since we're in this position, how 'bout that?"
It's all awesome and I feel so close to Robby right now, so connected, it's
almost like I'm grateful to him for fucking me. Right after that great
climax I'm in a bit of a romantic mood perhaps, so I turned my head on the
seat to look up at him and say, "You fuck me better than anyone ever has,
Robby. I love you so much!" He made a face like, "Why get so serious?"  He
gets a knee on either side of me then, and keeping his playful mood, says,
"Have you finally caught up with the way I love you, is that what you're
saying?" I go, "I caught up a long time ago!" He humps my hole grunting a
little, then mumbles, "That's nice, but it's your ass that's more
responsible for a great fucking than me, Dylan; you have the perfect ass
for fucking and it inspires me to go at it hard every time. That's why I
fuck you so good... just like this!" He starts fucking me again and I guess
he's right to keep it light. We can be romantic when we have more time,
let's concentrate on some fucking for now! After all, we're supposed to be
getting a watermelon so we gotta hurry up with this. It's kind of funny how
it used to be Robby saying romantic stuff like that to me and now I say it
to him; we switched positions like Chubby and I did after that Chavez
brothers fight... funny how that works. Robby's got this great rhythm going
for him and while my climax is just a memory it still feels soooo good to
be fucked! I tried squeezing my sphincter tight to increase Robby's
pleasure. After a bit I wonder why it's taking Robby so long to cum. Just
then he starts grunting again and does a few extra violent humps leaving
his cock up my ass after the hardest hump, followed by little pressure
movements with his crotch against my buttocks. Finally, he blows out a long
noisy breath, pouring cum into my rectum at the same time, then another
spurt before collapsing fully on my back. I felt his heart pounding against
my back and his warm moist breath on the back of my head. His creamy cum
felt good in my hole.

Sweat slid between us; his chest and stomach against my back and
buttocks. After thirty seconds or so, "That was good! Huh, Dylan?" He pulls
his cock from my ass and I turn on my side sliding down on the seat away
from the steering wheel, my knees bending up to my chest. Robby gets off
the seat and faces me resting a knee against the seat below my chin and one
at the top of my head, then scrunches down a little. I say, "That was an
awesome fuck, Robby!" Then I crane my neck up towards his crotch and lap
his cock inside my mouth again. It's messy with his creamy cum and
unidentifiable stuff from my asshole, but I lap it clean for him.  He helps
me sit up, holds my head between his hands and kisses me, then says, "I
love you too, Dylan. No matter what, always know that I do." Another kiss
and then we're struggling to get back into our boardie swimsuits; it's not
easy getting into a damp swimsuit in a confined space. We get them on and
Robby starts the pickup, and then says, "Something doesn't feel right
here." He's looking around, and then laughing, he says, "You got mine on
and I got yours on! We're a couple of fuck ups lately, aren't we?" We take
the swimsuits off and switch as I'm saying, "That's because we're not
getting regular sex and we're always doing everything too fast and there's
always some dickhead trying to interfere with our fucking. It's like
there's some goddamn meeping conspiracy out there." Robby goes, "That
pretty much covers it," puts the truck into gear and drives much to fast to
the farm stand where we jump out of the pickup and I grab the first
watermelon we see. Then, without waiting in line for change, Robby leaves
the ten dollar bill on the counter, yelling, "Keep the change," and we
sprint for the car and drive too fast back to the house with the watermelon
in my lap. All the way back I feel Robby's cum squishing around in my ass
and that gives me another nice boner; my third one of the night; and this
one's poking a watermelon! At the house I follow behind Robby carrying the
melon and keeping him between my poking boner and everyone else. Dropping
the watermelon gently onto the picnic table and checking that neither
Mr. or Mrs. Dickers is looking my way, I run for the pool and jump
in. Dodger was already in the pool so he swam right over asking, "What took
ya so long?" I told him, "The farm stand was really busy!" He chuckles,
saying, "I'll bet it was," as he grabs between my legs feeling my
boner. "You're still sprouting wood? Do farm stands give you a hard on, you
sexy thing?" I mumbled, "Yeah, they do. Is that unusual?" Dodger's
chuckling, then says, "You're so cool, Dylan."

It only took a short swim to get my dick limp again. Dodger and I climb out
of the pool and dry off, and then he and Robby cut up the watermelon. Those
two were bumping into each other on purpose making the slices uneven, just
goofing around; it's cool to see brothers get along like they're buddies.
An hour later the mosquitoes were out so Robby gave me a ride home. All
during the ride I'm looking over at him, loving him. I wanted so much to
have him come into my condo and do what we'd done in his pickup all over
again, only doing it on my bed this time. I didn't suggest it though
because the Jeep was parked at the curb meaning Chubby was home and he's
likely to pop in on me at any time. Robby pulled in behind the Jeep,
reached over and squeezed my leg saying, "Love you, Dylan. That was hot
tonight, wasn't it?" I say, "Oh yeah! In more ways than one too! Wish we
could do it again right now." He smiled and as I'm getting out of the
pickup he did a kissing thing with his lips that made my dick squirm.  I
remember Willie being much more brazen though, he'd French kiss me right in
front of my house. Could it be that Willie loves me more than Robby does?
No, one thing doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the other. Just
because Willie was reckless and Robby is more cautious doesn't mean Willie
loves me more.  Hell, it could mean the opposite; that Willie does what
pleases him while Robby is looking out for me. What if someone happened by
when Willie's French kissing me right at my door? Actually Chubby did catch
us kissing that time long ago but I bluffed my way out of it. Still, it
would have been nice if Robby had said he wished we could do the sexy
things again tonight even though he knew we couldn't.

Chubby wasn't in my condo so I went up to his. Letting myself in I
discovered Chubby's in the shower so I flopped on his bed and buried my
face in his pillow. Very weak Chubby scent there because the sheets were
recently changed, but I liked what little I could smell of him just the
same. Chubby came out a couple minutes later with a towel over his
shoulder, his four inch soft dick swinging in the breeze. He let out a
little screech when I turned over on his bed. "Jesus! Oh man, you scared
me. I almost peed myself!" He sounded a little annoyed so I gave him my
hurt-feelings look, then it was a big smile from him and, "Hiya Bro! Just
kidding with you. Nice to see you, give us a hug." He leaned over and we
did a half-assed hug with his bare dick dragging against my thigh.  After
the hug, I nagged, "Chubby, your pubes are all grown in! We used to shave
them, it was cool, so why don't we do it again?" He's pulling on boxer
shorts, saying, "Oh Dylan, we've had this discussion so many times. That
was kid stuff we were doing all those times; we're going to college next
month so we need to grow up." I didn't really expect he'd give in, I
mumble, "I guess," and then tell him about the new kid, Chad , and what a
jackass he was today. Chubby says, "It's fascinating that some kids are
totally unaware of their sycophancy." He's smugly waiting for me to ask him
what that means, which I'm not going to do.  It's his new game; we're all
onto his factoids act so he came up with this new thing. He learns an
obscure word and sneaks it into a conversation; maybe he's using it
correctly or maybe not.  I refuse to ask him what it means and instead say,
"You're probably quite right about that. How about a cigarette?" He's put
out that I won't ask what sycophancy means, but he won't admit it. Instead
he nods and says, "Let me pull on some shorts and slip into some flip
flops." That makes me think of his foot fetish and how maybe we could
combine some foot action with some pubes shaving, but I don't want to bring
it up again; it would seem like I'm too needy. Hell, I was just fucked two
hours ago anyway.

Outside we light a cigarette and pass it back and forth while Chubby's
telling tales of his insurance work. He says, "There's this older guy at
work who's one of my secondary bosses, Sy Gold; he's the supply supervisor
and occasionally I work for him. This guy's always talks about his dogs and
cats. He's never been married and he isn't really friendly toward
anyone. If you ask me he's a misanthropistbut I still gotta be nice to
him. In business you best get along with management," then Chubby looks up
at the darkening sky as he slowly exhales smoke. I take the cigarette from
Chubby, inhale a big drag and exhale it in his smug face saying, "Ya don't
say? Another meeping misanthrope, huh, whaddya know." Chubby says,
"Meeping?" I go, "What about meeping?" and he's like, "Oh, nothing."
Neither of us would give in so we changed the subject and talked about
Wildwood. It made me feel so good that he's still just as excited as I am
about going. "I can use a little break from Mary Jo, Dylan, 'cause girls
can be draining. They need so much attention." I guess I was looking too
pleased at that comment because Chubby added, "They need almost as much
attention as you do." Then he squeezed my hand and smiled. I got a nice
shiver running though my body. Getting brave, I asked, "You want to take
care of our feet tonight, Chubby?" He bit his bottom lip and shook his head
"no" then said, "I gotta get to sleep, bro. Long day tomorrow, I'm going in
early to fill in for someone on the first shift, then I got the late shift
too." We stood up to go inside, I say, "Oh, okay. Hope you're not working
too hard." He stops, looks me in the eyes and then hugs me roughly to him,
saying real low, "I love ya, bro! I don't tell you that enough." Letting go
abruptly he mumbles, "Gotta get to bed," and jogs up the steps. I'm not
sure what that was all about but I think it had something to do with me
volunteering to do the foot fetish with him. He wanted to do it, but he's
still trying to fit a square into a round hole while ignoring his gay side
completely.

Next morning I'm at work standing on the blacktop drinking my second coffee
when I spot this cute kid with a blond flattop haircut similar to Robby's
and I'm like, what a coincidence, until it sinks in that the cute kid is
Chad Bundy with a major haircut adjustment. Can I believe this shit?
Yesterday he looked like a girl with all that hair on his head, and then he
sees that his boss has a flattop so he immediately gets his own
flattop. What an ass kisser! To hell with it, this kid is never going to
warm up to me so what do I have to lose. I walk over and say, "Yo, Chad.
Let me guess. That's gotta be from Supercuts, right?" He nods, saying,
"You're Newman, right? You mean my new flattop? Yeah, it's a Supercuts
haircut. How the meep did you know?" I go, "Well, those lady haircutters at
Supercuts don't know how to cut guy's short hairstyles, they do woman's
hair and older men, that sort of thing. So, I just added one and one and
came up with Supercuts."  Frowning, he says, "Are you inferring this is a
meeped-up flattop?" I go, "Well, yeah, duh! It's just right for you
though." He squints his eyes trying to figure out if that was an insult as
Ryan wanders over and goes, "Jesus, dude, you go from one extreme to
another, don't ya?" Chad's like, "You got a problem with my haircut too?"
Ryan shrugs and makes a face like "why would I give a shit about your
hair," and says, "No, not really.  I do got a problem with you
though. Yesterday afternoon you were acting like you're one of the bosses
and that pisses me off 'cause this is my third summer on the job and I
don't need no punk on the job one fucking day telling me what to do!" He
stared at Chad a few seconds to see if Chad had anything to say to that,
and then says, "Okay, we understand each other. You have a nice day now!"
and walks away leaving Chad speechless. Chad finally turns to me and asks,
"What'd I do wrong?" Then, believe it or not, we had a decent give and take
conversation with Chad seemingly interested in my opinion about how he
handled the check list detail. He approached the discussion like he was the
superior though, and that's just stupid, but I didn't want to make waves
because Robby has told me to give Chad a chance.  Chad's contribution to
the conversation was filled with "meep" or "meeped" or "meeping". I noticed
two things; one... He's not as aggressive and overbearing today as he was
yesterday so maybe there's an outside chance he'll turn out to be an okay
guy after all. The second thing is obvious; he's using "meep" instead of
the "fuck" word.  A few kids in school during my junior year said "meep" a
lot too; it was a fad for awhile. Those kids used it as a positive comment
instead of saying, "cool!", for example.  You can apparently give it any
meaning you want. Don't ya just love us teens though, always trying to be
different? Anyway, Chad is obviously a little unsure of the guy stuff, the
fitting in stuff. Some guys never got the memo, ya know...  they never
quite get how to just be one of the boys. Hey, I'm still willing to try to
be friends with him, help him along like I promised Robby, but it doesn't
seem like much fun anymore 'cause Chad refuses to act like he's just a
regular new kid on the job.

I've got a surprise for Robby but he's spending all his time with Chad so I
haven't been able to get him alone long enough to tell him about it. I've
been trying though and as the morning progresses I'm noticing something;
it's the way Chad looks at Robby... like Robby's the man!  It's kinda
creepy, but I guess Robby does have a natural leadership quality that's
making a positive impression on Chad, who's a kid out of the mainstream
loop to begin with. Robby's idea for Chad's training, by the way, is to
train him as the Jack-of-all-trades so the rest of the lawn cutting season
he can fill in for vacation bound guys like me, or for guys who don't make
it to work 'cause they're sick or hung-over or whatever. I asked Robby why
he's doing this so late in the summer and he told me it's just something
he's testing to see if it's a worthwhile idea for next season. There's
gotta be more to it than that though 'cause Robby was stumbling all over
his explanation, like he was making it up as he went along; whatever, I can
sense Robby's holding back. I'm not going to say anything more about it for
now though, and I'm not going to be presumptuous enough to tell him how to
do his job either, but wouldn't it make more sense for him to assign Chad
to each of us for a day? After all, Chad 's not going to be replacing Robby
should Robby miss work.  And another thing that's not right, Robby used to
eat lunch with us crew guys, now he and Chad eat alone which has the crew
raising their eyebrows, silently questioning "what the fuck?"  They, like
me, are noticing the changes from when we used to be such a tight
group. It's been quite different the last two days. Damn, all this
negativity; I just hope I'm not being critical because of jealousy. I mean,
Chad only showed up yesterday so what's there for me to be jealous about? I
will mention one other thing I've noticed though, Robby's been putting his
hand on Chad's shoulders more than I think is necessary for training
purposes. What's the need for that? And, what's with all the goo goo, gaga
smiles all day long; and the quiet chuckling between those two? As a crew
we're usually in good spirits but there isn't all that much to chuckle
about cutting meeping grass.  And, there I go again with that meeping shit!
If I bring any of this up to Robby it might seem petty, like I'm nitpicking
and here's another thing; it's a small thing maybe, but it pisses me off
seeing Chad wearing Robby's supervisor's cap all the time.  Why can't he
wear his own fucking hat? They can't say it's a simple mix-up because
worker's hats are blue and supervisors' are orange. I'm getting all worked
up about this but mostly it's because I think Robby's making a mistake
handling Chad the way he is; it's alienating him from his own crew.

By the way, the great surprise I have for Robby has to do with a rare
opportunity the two of us have tonight. Chubby's working the early shift,
then he'll be home in the afternoon, and then he goes back in to work the
late shift. This means Robby and I can do whatever comes to mind in my
bedroom without fear of detection; heh heh. No opportunities to tell Robby
about our good fortune during the day, but after work I finally do get him
alone outside the supervisor's locker room and tell him the good news. He
stares at me for a second without the excitement in his face that I
expected, then he looked around like he was afraid of being overheard, and
says, "Dammit! I've got a baseball game tonight, Dylan, and then there's a
beer party after the game to celebrate making the playoffs. I can't do it
tonight; I'm really sorry!"  If I weren't almost nineteen years old I might
have cried. Actually I did need to open my jaw wide, like a yawn, to focus
on not babbling and I could feel my eyes getting a tiny bit damp. I managed
to say, in a whiny way, "Robby, we got my bedroom all to ourselves tonight
for once; and another thing, I'm going on two weeks vacation the day after
tomorrow.  Can't you miss one game?" He looked away, shook his head slowly,
and said, "No, I can't miss one game because I have a responsibility to be
there. At the beginning of the season I promised I'd be there every game
and I won't let my teammates down." I squeaked out, "How about letting me
down?  You don't seem to mind doing that." Robby put his hand on my
shoulder and all I could think about was him doing that to Chad all fucking
day. He squeezed my shoulder and started to say something but was
interrupted when the door to the supervisor's locker room opened and a
voice said, "Rob, I thought you said you'd be right in" and then the door
was wide open and there stood Chad wearing only a tight jockstrap. Ya know
something, his chest isn't developed as much as I thought it was. It looked
better when I peeked at it sideways through the arm slot of his sleeveless
t-shirt yesterday morning. Has it only been two days that this viper's been
in my life? Robby's face got red immediately, almost as red as mine.
Chad's face didn't blush at all, he smirked at me in kind of a superior
manner, and asked, "Newman, whassup?" I said, "Nothing's meeping up!" Then,
shrugging my shoulder away from Robby's hand, I turned and walked back down
the corridor towards the exit.  Robby yelled a weak, "I'll talk to ya
later, Dylan!"

He called my cell phone when I was on the bus. "Dylan, don't be like that!
It's not what you think. I promised my dad I'd keep this quiet, but since
you're getting the wrong idea I gotta explain." I'm listening to Robby
without saying anything, my heart pounding 'cause I'm not sure what to
expect. We're both silent as he waits to see if I'll say something, then he
continues, "The Bundy brothers are the sons of an investor my dad's been
partnering with for the expansion of the company. I had to pick one of them
to work with; it's my dad's idea that we try incorporating assistant
supervisors.  If the assistants work out okay we can use fewer full time
supervisors and save money for the company. It's not my idea, I'm just an
employee. Chad's, well, let's say he's a challenge to work with, but for my
dad I'm going to try to make it work. And, I don't know why he was wearing
only a jockstrap." Pouting, I go, "You don't need to explain anything to
me." He says, "Please don't pout, Dylan." Talking low so no one on the bus
can hear me, I say, "I'm not pouting. Why does everyone tell me not to pout
when I never pout. And, Chad is after you for something!" Robby says, "He's
a bit of a suck up, but that's as far as it goes." Feeling that I've got
Robby on the defensive a little, I try again, "Can't you please drop that
baseball game just this one time and spend the night with me? We can..."
Robby breaks in with a barely controlled, annoyed tone, "I can't, Dylan. I
want to, but I can't. I'm sorry. You know I love you, but I can't let my
teammates down." I say, "My cell phone battery is almost out, I got only
one bar. See ya tomorrow." I clicked off without hearing his response and
pout the rest of the way home. Even when I known I'm being immature,
sometimes I can't stop myself.

Chubby is working from six until midnight so he'd already left for work by
the time I got home.  That means I'll be eating dinner alone and I hate
that! Being alone gave me time to think though, and the more I thought
about this Chadthing the more mysterious it became. He's in the
supervisors' locker room because he's going to be an assistant supervisor,
but why in the hell was he wearing only a jockstrap, and why was he calling
for Robby to come inside? Robby's explanation helped a little, but it also
created a new question or two. Okay, so his father wants to try out a new
position and he assigns his son to experiment with it and it has to be with
one of the Bundy boys because of the financial consideration of future
investment capital. Alright, I can buy all that, but why didn't Robby tell
me about this sooner?  He must have known these boys before the interview
if his father and Mr. Bundy have been business partners for some time
now. Mr. and Mrs.  Dickers would surely have had the Bundy family over to
the pool since they're partners, wouldn't they? The boys would come too of
course. Robby's never mentioned a Chad Bundy to me. You don't have secrets
from your boyfriend, your best friend and your lover all wrapped-up into
one person. Robby kept all of it secret and that's pissing me off! Oh,
okay, maybe I have a few little secrets I'm keeping from Robby too, but I'm
working on how best to handle them; I've got good intentions. Hmmm? I'm
being objective about this, right?

After more contemplation I feel sure there has to be something else in this
Chad situation that Robby's not telling me. And another thing, he also
neglected to tell me about Joel.  I found out about Joel all by myself, but
Robby didn't know that. He didn't mention him until Joel was out of the
picture, of course I didn't tell him about Joel either. Maybe we were
protecting each other, I know I was trying to keep him out of it and I have
no intention of discussing Joel's mugging with anybody, Robby
included. That's the pact Chubby and I made. And then there's this deal
where Robby won't even consider missing one lousy baseball game to be with
me even though I'll be away for two weeks. That's not right, he should have
come over here tonight. He says he loves me, but we only have sex once a
week; that's if we're lucky! God dammit! Something is wrong here and Chad
has something to do with it or else why would Robby have chosen Chad
instead of his stronger looking brother? Robby's explanation doesn't quite
pass the smell test; there's stuff he's not telling me and that's the same
as lying.

I threw away the rest of my dinner, it was one of my favorites too; Boston
Market meatloaf with mashed potatoes dinner, but I've lost my appetite. Why
doesn't Ray call me tonight? I'm in the mood to do something wildly sexy
now and since my so-called boyfriend would rather be fielding grounders at
second base than be with me, I need a fuck buddy and to hell with my
conscience. Hey! Here's another thing: Why didn't Robby ask me to come to
the game? I'm suppose to see one game a week and I haven't seen any this
week. Do ya think I might see flattop Chad there if I did show up? Oh,
enough of all this speculation! I'm not waiting for Ray to call me, I'll
call him. I stomped to my computer and looked up Ray's phone number and in
a huff called him. Elliot answered though, and since I didn't know how to
explain why I wanted to talk to Ray I just shot the breeze with Elliot for
awhile. I told him I just called to say "hi" and after a couple minutes we
hung up, me frustrated again. Elliot asked if I wanted to hang out with him
and Jay which didn't appeal to me somehow so I made up a lie about going to
the baseball game, then flopped on my bed feeling sorry for myself. Nothing
works out for me. I tried to think how I could get in touch with Connor,
but Chubby has our Jeep and I don't have a bike anymore; I should never
have sold that thing. I'm certainly not going to walk way over the other
side of Framingham just to discover Connor's not home. God, I'm so horny,
and never mind that Robby and I did it last night. We've been doing
quickies in his pickup about once a week and while we're doing it we have
one eye looking out for the police or for some dork bumbling in on
us. That's no way to have sex. It sure doesn't compare with the way Willie
and I did it last summer. Then I thought back to my first fuck with Carl
Denton, it was my first introduction to sex of any kind actually. Well,
that's if you don't count jerking off. I can remember Carl fucking me that
first time almost like it was yesterday; and me climaxing without my cock
being touched by human hands, or by anything else. Carl sure provided
plenty of sex for me. If Carl hadn't introduced me to gay sex would I have
found it on my own by now? Maybe and maybe not. Hey! Why don't I call Carl?

That thought had me rustling around on my bed chuckling to myself, but at
the same time my dick moved around in my undies. He's home from college for
the summer, but is he home at his house right now? Carl was a fatty when he
was fucking me, but Willie mentioned months ago that Carl's lost a lot of
weight. He always was kind of good looking; well, except for the pimples
and he's surely overcome those by now.  I'm in this random randy mood so
I'm gonna call him to just say "hi!" and see what happens. Getting off the
bed with a jittery feeling in my stomach, I got his number; then dialed it
before I could change my mind. His sister answered, I say, "Hello, is this
Dee ?" She goes, "Yeah, who's this?" I say, "Ah, this is Dylan Newman. Is
Carl there by any chance?" She's like, "I don't believe it. Are you that
boy that came around all Spring during Carl's senior year? The one with the
beautiful blond hair? Is that you?" I go, "No, I have dark red hair and a
severely receding hairline." The phone clanks down and I hear Dee scream,
"Carl! Phone!" My hearts pounding kinda fast and all of a sudden I wish I
hadn't called. I thought about hanging up but what if he can retrieve the
phone number of the last call, or his sister tells him my name. Then I hear
Carl's deep voice and I immediately recall how pompous he can be. "This is
Carl, who's calling, please?" I take a deep breath and try to sound upbeat,
while at the same time I'm thinking "What a fucked-up idea this is," I say,
"Hi, Carl! This is Dylan." He hesitates, and then says, in a questioning
manner, "Dylan?" and I say, "Dylan Newman from back in high school. The
school newspaper," my voice ran out of gas by the last word which came out
as a whisper. Carl goes. "Oh yeah. What can I do for you?" I say, "Oh,
nothing; I just thought I'd call and say 'hi'," thinking, "I'm such a
dork!"

I hear a deep intake of air on the other end of the phone, then in a
measured way, Carl says, "Oh yes, now I remember. You were quite taken with
me, weren't you? Is this call about that?" What a pompous ass!  Still in my
phony upbeat tone, I say, "No, this call's about saying 'hi' to you, that's
all." He laughs and goes, "Riiiight." Then another little laugh and he
says, "Okay, will you promise not to bother me all the time if I agree to
get together with you?  It might be kind of fun if we hook up for a trip
down memory lane, but just this one trip because I'm quite busy. Deal?" He
thinks I've got this huge crush on him and that I can't get enough of Carl
Denton, but he's full of crap with that. The only problem is, I am getting
a semi-boner from just hearing my dominating mentor's voice so, without
thinking about it, I say, "Deal." Carl is all business, "When and where?" I
say, "Remember my condo? No one is here but me, so how about coming over."
He says, "Yeah, I do remember that time and I'm recalling how extremely
sexy you are too, but even so I need to meet some people in about two
hours. If you just want a quickie though, that'll work." I say, "Sure," but
without much conviction as now I'm nervous that it's going to actually
happen and, he calls two hours a quickie?  Carl says, "Well, let's
see... I'm showered, dressed, and ready to go, so why not now. You've got
condoms I assume. Okay, what the hell, I'm a spontaneous kind of dude, I'll
be there in fifteen minutes." The line went dead. Condoms? I hopped up,
grabbed my wallet and did a fast walk to the convenience store down the
block. He said condoms, meaning plural. Two of his so called quickies,
perhaps. After buying two of the most expensive condoms in the store, I got
out of breath and was feeling a bit sweaty from jogging back.  Wonder if I
have time to take a quick shower and then as I'm approaching the condo I
see Carl parking a nice looking Volvo convertible at the curb. I'm
thinking, "So much for the shower," as I approach his car. He looks over at
me, his eyes open wide, and he goes, "Whoa! You look even younger than I
remember. Oh yeah, that's right, it was your sexy face and super fuckable
ass that attracted me to you in the first place. It's all coming back to
me." He's out of the car slamming the door behind him, takes two steps to
me and with a hand behind my head holding it steady, he uses his other hand
to wipe the sweat from my face saying, "Baby, you're all
overheated. Excited about me being here, are ya?" I'm thinking, "Oh, he
hasn't changed much!" as Carl wraps his arms around me, pulls me into him,
and says, "Here's a little reminded of why you're hot for me," and he does
a long sloppy kiss on my lips, then slips his tongue into my mouth while
lifting me up until my toes are just touching the sidewalk. His cock goes
hard in his pants, pressing against my belly.

Then, letting go of me he says, "Damn, you're the cutest twink I've been
with in a long time. Let's get at it!" Twink? He's only a year older than
me. Okay, so Carl has lost all the fat that used to be around his waist and
upper body and he's kind of nice looking, but older looking than I remember
and, unfortunately, still not sexy at all, even with all the fat off.  But,
maybe he's kinda handsome in a mature way, or am I rationalizing again?
He's tall, that's for sure; at least five inches taller than me so I needed
to look up doing a little nervous smile, mumbling, "Thanks!" to his
compliments. He pointed his finger at the steps, I nodded that they're the
right ones so he started up with me following right behind him. Going up
the steps I'm looking around to see if I can spot anyone with their eyes
bulging out of their head; that would be my clue that they'd seen the
sloppy kiss between two guys. I saw no one. Inside the condo Carl continued
being the same old Carl; holding out his hand, he demanded, "Condoms!" and
when I handed them to him he says, "Larry and I fucked you in the basement,
as I recall, so I'll do you in your bedroom this time. Point the way." I
pointed and he led us into my bedroom. "Everything off, Dylan," he says in
his off handed way. I got undressed wondering, why did I ever call him?
Carl watched me undress and smiled when he saw my shaved pubes. "Still
doing that, huh? Come here." I took two steps and stood in front of him. He
lifted my cock in one hand and felt my nuts with the other, mumbling,
"You're hung pretty good for such a skinny kid." Then, dropping my dick and
balls, he puts a hand on either side of my face, asking, "How do you stay
so young looking?" What can I say to that? I remember now how I always end
up feeling like a little kid in Carl's presence so I probably feel even
younger than he thinks I look. "I don't know," I say, to answer his
question. "Looking young is a gene thing, I guess." Carl said, "Genes?
Forget about that; reach inside my zipper and pull out my cock and put it
in your mouth. Do it now! I want you to do everything I tell you to do and
I'll observe how excited you get each step of the way. Go ahead now, pull
down my zipper and take it out." He's standing there, his legs spread and
he's now got his arms folded across his chest.

I'm thinking... "Oh shit! Does it need to be creepy?  Can't it just be a
routine buddy fuck?"  Shaking my head disgustedly, I say, "No, I'm not
doing that. Forget that crap; you get naked too or I'm putting my clothes
back on and we can forget about it." Carl smiles knowingly and say, "Sassy
boy, eh? Yeah, I remember that too. Okay, I like that!" and he pulled his
shirt over his head. Average body, nothing special. He was sprouting some
hair around his nipples plus a patch in the middle of his chest which is a
bit of a turn off for me, but what are ya gonna do? I'm standing here naked
and Carl's acquiesced to my insistence he be naked too, so I'm kinda
committed to go through with it. I do feel like an idiot though. I'd
romanticized Carl while forgetting about him being a pompous ass and a
complete jerk. It's been more than a year and a half since the last time he
fucked me so I hope I haven't romanticized that too. Maybe I've exaggerated
what a hot fuck Carl is. I'm standing here watching him undress, like he
did with me. Carl sees me watching and begins undressing like he's a strip
tease dancer. He's assuming, I guess, that I'm a drooling fan who just
can't wait to see his dick. Oh brother! I saw it soon enough and it was as
I remembered.  Average size, a tick over five inches with regular
girth. Its enlarged head isn't regular though and it gets even bigger when
he's boned up. Large sized pubic patch with a dark happy trail going up to
his belly button. Without clothes I notice Carl still has larger than
normal hips and rather big thighs so it was mostly his upper body that he'd
shed the weight from. His body type probably runs in his family because his
younger sister is big boned too. Carl even took off his socks. Large feet!
He's very clean looking and there isn't any noticeable body odor which is a
big improvement from his high school days.

Casually stroking himself, Carl holds out his penis and says, "You want to
suck this for me, like you used to?" I shrug and say, "Okay." Getting on my
knees I take his heavy headed organ from his fingers, open my mouth wide
and get the head in. Big head, but like his tongue it's kind of mushy. I
like firm tongues and firm cock heads. Stroking the shaft, I sucked on his
cock's big head, and then move it fully into my mouth to lip some of the
shaft. Carl made a hissing sound, then said, "Nice cock sucking,
Dylan. You've been practicing." He probably thinks I'm a slut. He's playing
with my hair for a bit and then proclaims, "You need for me to give you a
haircut like I used to!" I'd forgotten that he likes cutting my
hair. Taking his semi-firm cock out of my mouth, holding it away from my
face, I look up and reply, "No thanks, but you do cut hair pretty good." I
don't remember if he did or not, but I like Chubby cutting my hair. Carl
has an annoyed expression on his face; irritated now, he motions with his
hand for me to put his dick back in my mouth, which I did. He sputters,
"I'll cut it if I choose to, don't be so flippant! Hey, can't you properly
appreciate all I did for you back then? All I went through to help you and
mentor you and get you that senior editor's position on the school
paper. Mentoring you about how you should act in high school and getting
you started with homosexual activities which you obviously adore, and
you're good at them as well. Do you ever think, 'Thank you Carl, thank you
for all the hours you spent helping me see my true nature.' Well, do you?"
The truth is he did get me started, he was my mentor in all sex matters and
I am grateful.  I rolled my eyes to the top of their sockets to look him in
the eyes as I shook my head "yes" agreeing that he'd started me out on the
highway of gay sex pleasures and that I am grateful. But, when was I
flippant?

Having Carl remind me about his mentoring, and him acknowledging his role
in my sex education made me feel better about doing this; about calling
him, and sucking his cock and all. He did do a hell of a lot for me so I
increased my sucking efforts to prove I appreciated all he's done in the
past. Of course, at the same time, I know very well he enjoyed the sex we
had together too; it was initially his idea, not mine. His cock was boning
up nicely now, and so was mine. Then, impulsively, he backed away from me
saying, "Get a comb and some scissors, you need a trim!" Okay, a power play
on his part. I say, "I just had a haircut a couple weeks ago, Carl." He
goes, "Get the scissors and comb. I like my boys neat!" Oh fuck! I got
scissors from my desk and a comb from the bathroom. He sat me at my desk
chair and gave me a haircut telling how he cuts everyone's hair in his
fraternity. It didn't take too long, he cuts hair very fast making me
nervous at how it'll turn out, but he did a good job.  It wasn't at all
like the style of haircut I prefer, but it was cut professionally. He cut
it so I need to wear a part on the side which I don't like and it was cut
quite short at the sides and back, but haircut styles aren't a high
priority to me so it's no big deal. Hair grows fast. He's wiping hairs off
my bare shoulders with a towel saying, "Ahh, that looks good on you. You
look like you're just a kid anyway, so I like this boy's regular haircut
style on you. Your hair is fantastic, by the way." With me still sitting
silently in the chair, he twist my head around and does the sloppy kiss
again, this time reaching to my crotch and squeezing my dick as his tongue
laps around inside my mouth. I admit my dick started getting firmed up
again; after all I am susceptible to dominant behavior and Carl's certainly
capable of that. Feeling my dick firming up, Carl pulls away from my mouth,
his face red and his eyes big, he asks, "You like that, sweetie? Getting
aroused, are you?" He's smiling as I nod, what the hell else am I supposed
to do? He does another minute of French kissing while squeezing under my
thigh, then pulls his head away breathing deeply, and says, "Okay, that's
for sitting patiently during your haircut, now get on your knees again and
get back to doing what you love doing." I'm thinking, "What a dork!"

I slide off the chair and, kneeling in my own hair clippings, pick up
Carl's firm cock and put it back in my mouth.  Actually, he's right; cock
sucking does turn me on, I do love doing it. Carl's dick had quickly gotten
firm when he was kissing me, and maybe even the haircutting had something
to do with that too; maybe he's like Dodger with a haircut fetish. Anyway,
the more I sucked his dick the firmer it got, and then all of a sudden it
was like a switch was turned on and his cock swelled in my mouth expanding
all over, especially the head. He's rubbing his fingers up the back of my
neck where he cut the hairs really short saying, "Suck my cock, girl; get
it all in your cute mouth and enjoy yourself." I'm wondering what sleazy
porn video he's taking his dialogue from, but as I'm mocking him in my head
I realize I'm stroking my own hard boner too, so seeing me all boned-up
might have been part of the inspiration for his own big boner. After
another minute he goes, "Jesus! You really suck cock good! Let up on it now
though or I'll blow my load in your mouth and I want to do it while fucking
your hot pussy." He was pushing my head away and backing up as he said
that. His cock was too top heavy to stick straight out, but it was plenty
hard. "You must be bringing a smile to the lips of all your suck buddies."
He's acting like he's proud of his protege now.

Picking up his pants and rustling in the pockets he came up with the two
condom wrappers, puts one on my bureau and rips the other one open, saying,
"Ya better get a towel to lay on or else you'll be cumming on your
bedspread. I'm going to fuck you like I used to do it in my bedroom. Hey,
remember the time Larry and I fucked you and Worthington, switching off,
one pussy to the other. We fucked you skinny cunts until you were both
reduced to little girls begging for more?" He was laughing as he rolled the
condom onto his boner. I know that particular time he's referring to very
well; Willie and I did get pretty excited 'cause it was hot. We were right
next to each other, our chest laying on the side of Carl's bed with our
asses straining to get way up in the air. We held hands as Larry and Carl
fucked us, alternating pussies, like he said. They fuck hard. Larry is
Carl's cousin and both of them call boy's assholes either boy pussy or just
plain pussy. So does my first boyfriend Willie, and I don't imagine any of
them has changed in that regard. I got a towel and laid it on the edge of
the mattress then bent over to lay my chest on the mattress, my chin
resting on my forearms with my ass up in the air ready to get fucked. By
now I'm kind of excited to relive old times and I'm still mad at Robby; so,
this will show him!

"Get your pussy up, Dylan." Smack! Smack! went the palm of his big hand on
my buttocks. "Keep it up! I'm tall ya know." I stretched my ass up further,
smiling through the stinging; nothing's changed with Carl. He put a strong
grip on each of my ass cheeks, a thumb at either side of my anus pulling
the cheeks away from it, stretching my hole sideways. He poked his boner at
my crack three times before the head hit right on my hole.  The head of
Carl's cock takes the prize for size, it noticeably fatter than Robby's,
for instance, and the head portion is even bigger than Ray's. Pushing,
pushing, pushing; a little more pressure with each push until, "Ahhhh! Oh!
Ow!" as it popped inside my body stretching my sphincter muscle
painfully. "You okay?" he asks. I nod my head that I am and Carl pushes in
steadily with me grunting quietly, the condom had good lubrication on it
which is a big help. "Keep your pussy up!" followed by a hard slap on the
outside of my left butt. I got my ass up again, my back curving with the
effort, and then I felt the tips of his bush tickling my buttocks, he
continued pushing his boner further up inside me until his bush flattened
between his crotch and my ass. "How's that feel, faggot?" Oh, that's right;
he's not only into the "sweetie & honey" references, he's also another
dirty talker like Ray is with his bitch references. I nod my head that I'm
okay while concentrating on relaxing my ass muscles. They're coming around
pretty quickly too, adjusting nicely to this fat headed cock. It hurt, but
I like having a hard cock up my ass so I patiently waited for the pleasure
phase of this endeavor.

Carl leaned firmly against me with his cock way up inside me, "Let me know
when it feels good, okay?" Carl's considerate at least. I was feeling very,
very filled up back there; filled to the maximum for sure, but soon it
started feeling okay, so I told Carl. Without a word he withdrew most of
the way out and then slid that big baby way back up inside me and it was
mighty tight and a little painful still, but it went up smoothly. Without
waiting this time, he withdrew that fat thing again and my hole was
beginning to feel better. Him pushing his cock back up this time gave me
mostly a good feeling, the hurt was gone and instead I felt a hot sensation
in my rectum that had my shoulders shuddering and a shiver running wildly
around my ass. And, I've just remembered something else; Carl's cock fits
my asshole almost perfectly in that his big cock head rolls over my
prostate stimulating it so nicely on the way up my tunnel and then coming
back down too. The way that big cock head slopes out at the bottom, a true
mushroom head if I've ever seen one.  Carl saw my shoulders shake and my
body relax so he grabbed both my hips and started fucking me fast and hard,
the same way he used to do it. That had me going, "Ah!" with every pass
that fat-headed cock made rubbing against my prostate. Most of the
stimulation came from the extended neck at the bottom of the hard head;
nothing mushy about the head of that fat cock now. Oh man, the prostate
massaging was something special, it's happening every two seconds, thirty
times a minute. I go up on my toes rubbing my nose against my wrist,
suppressing sounds of ecstasy. With each quick thrust up my ass the heavily
lubed condom was being stripped of its lube, my body's heat liquefying it
and the stuff then drooled down the insides of my thighs. My cock was a
hard boner between the towel and my belly, dripping precum, but I couldn't
get my hand under me to stroke it like I wanted to because Carl's big hips
and thighs kept me plastered to the mattress. He was breathing hard from
the effort of pounding my ass, my prostate button continually massaged on a
fast, regular schedule and I was dizzy with the awesome sensations. Soon I
felt my balls moving up in my scrotum, getting tighter and tighter and
feeling sexier and sexier. Unable to be quiet I began almost incoherent
mumbling, "Oh yeah, fuck my ass Carl, fuck me! You fuck good. Ah! Oh!" He
smacks my butt three times, going, "Shut up, bitch! You're ruining it for
me!" I again tried to suppress my expressions of pleasure but it's
difficult 'cause I'm getting closer and closer to blowing my cookies. Now
he starts talking sexy, "You like my cock up your pussy, don't ya? Is it
too big for ya or do you want more?" and he's pressing the palms of his
hands at the top of my buttocks with a lot of weight behind them which
compresses my hole and intensifies the sensation of his cock moving up and
down my rectum; four penetrations and that was it, cum just poured from my
dick. I screeched into the mattress and pushed my ass up and back toward
Carl as much as I could, up on my toes, with him pressing down even
harder. Another stream of cum passed through my cock head feeling so
awesome I blew spit into the mattress thrashing around under Carl's
weight. That was it for spunk, but all around my groin electricity was
buzzing like a million tiny toothpicks prickling me all at once while
another million sensations sizzled around the head of my dick.

Carl was now grasping my shoulders with both hands pulling me back into his
crotch as he drove his boner up my ass. "How's that feel bitch. You cum a
lot, didn't ya? Did Carl fuck you hot? Is it hot enough for ya?" I grunted,
"Fuck me harder!" and he did. After about five more minutes my balls moved
in their sack and my cock firmed up again. Every thrust up my ass pushed me
forward, my chest and belly sliding in my own cum. My rectum was alive with
fabulous sensation, its awesome being fucked hard by someone who knows what
they're doing. Then it was his time: Carl couldn't postpone his climax any
longer, he stopped for a second grunting quietly, then did three quick
thrust up my ass making a short shrill sound with each, pulling on my
shoulders so wildly I slid off the bed onto my knees, his cock came out of
me as he was climaxing and I actually saw the end of that condom expand as
his spunk filled it up. Good thing he was wearing a condom or I'd have his
cum all over me. He pulled the loaded condom off and dropped it on the
floors, "Splat!"  then stroking that fat headed boner of his two or three
times making a "Shhhhhhhh!" sound through his closed lips. I stared at his
stiff boner all slick with cum, it's angry looking swollen mushroom head a
dark rosy color. The entire head appeared to be vibrating, the pee slit
opening and closing pushing out drools of pure white creamy cum that he
smeared down the shaft. I feel my asshole's lips contracting and opening
wanting that cock back up inside me so I put both my hands back there
closing my cheeks over my anus as Carl grabbed roughly behind my head with
his left hand, pulling me toward his cock.  He stroked another big drool of
creamy cum from the slit and I licked it off his dick before Carl pulled my
head into his belly and that big mushroom head was at the back of my throat
gagging me. I licked and sucked more creamy white cum down my throat as
Carl's muttering, "Suck it bitch!" He's pulling at my hair roughly, then he
swatted the back of my head the way Ray did. Breathless now, he's absently
mumbling, "Swallow my spunk, cunt!" but not with any meanness in his tone,
he probably always says the same thing... he just thinks that's what he's
supposed to say. I sucked his cock until his balls were dry and then Carl
pulled my hair upward so I stood up awkwardly and he first did this big
bear hug, then stuck his tongue in my ear and dragged his tongue around to
put it in my mouth again. The texture of his tongue isn't too cool as I
mentioned. It's almost mushy; too big and too mushy. I wasn't kissing back,
but that didn't discourage Carl, he went into full make-out mode holding me
against him, goosing my ass and rubbing my back.  With his wet lips against
the side of my mouth he says, "Happy you called, aren't you? I'll bet
you're gonna be dreaming about be handled by a man, not some cutie twink."
He stuck his tongue right back in my mouth then as both his hands are
groping my bare ass, then a finger slipped up my hole and he finger fucked
me which eventually caused my dick to firm up again.

It was overwhelming the way he devoured me. It went on for a few minutes
and while it wasn't a romantic thing in the least, I remembered the hot
fuck I'd just had so didn't discourage Carl from doing what he wanted to
do. Anyway, he's overpowering and very dominant so there isn't much I can
do except let him have his way. And, he's caused me to spring another boner
so it's not like I want to throw up or anything. He finally ran out of gas
and let me go. "Whoa! How hot was that for you, honey? Anyone you know make
out that hot? How'd it feel to be fucked by my fat-headed warrior again?
Huh? Was it as good as you remembered?" Carl was very pleased with himself
and, like I said, it had been a damn good fuck so I told him that it was
just like I remembered. I didn't add anything about the bad parts of his
act being just as bad as I remember too. I'm referring to his dorky
attitude and his flabby tongue and the haircut... those sorts of things.

"Do ya got a beer or something? I need to chill for awhile before doing the
curtain call." I'm thinking, "curtain call"?  Jeez, he's up for doing it
again?  I was under the impression he had to go someplace tonight. I pulled
my shorts on and got two of my mom's Beck's beers from the refrigerator,
then back in my bedroom I handed Carl a beer and asked, "Don't you need to
do something later tonight? I mean, you can stay longer?" He was still
naked, laying full length on my bed with his feet hanging over at the
bottom, his head on my pillow. He lifts his head up to turn on his side,
gets up on his elbow with his head resting in his big hand, then drains
half the bottle of beer, burps, and says, "Yep, I can stay awhile, but I
gotta leave in forty-five minutes at the latest. Don't worry, we got plenty
of time for your second fuck. Were you worried I might give you a wham,
bam, thank you ma' am?" He's such a jerk! I say, "Why do you need to refer
to me as if I'm a girl, like `bitch' or `ma' am' or `sweetie'?" He
chuckles, swills most of the rest of the beer down and says, "You're
getting fucked, aren't you? Guys don't get fucked, girls get fucked." I
haven't even sipped my beer yet and I don't really want it anyway so when
Carl held out his empty bottle to me and motioned with his other hand that
he wanted mine too, I gave it to him. He says, "See, I fuck you and you
bring me beers. Now, does it sound like you're doing what a guy does, or
what a girl does?" I take a deep breath stepping out of my shorts shaking
my head mumbling, "Whatever!" He chuckled, drank the second beer and told
me to get on the bed with him.

The thing is, now I'm sexually satisfied and I basically just want him to
leave, but I'm not rude so I get on the bed and he puts down the mostly
empty beer bottle, and then devours me all over again.  He's kissing and
licking and sucking and fondling me. For a while I kept my eyes closed
pretending it was Robby doing it until it began to feel good. I knew it was
Carl devouring me, but it's kind of special to be so desired by another
boy; plus, Carl knows what he's doing and so even though I know it's him, I
soon have a hard boner poking out from my shaved stomach. When he was also
rock hard he sent me over to get the other condom and then fucked me for
about twenty minutes before climaxing again. He fucked me on my back, on my
side, and on my belly and he was forceful about changing positions too;
totally dominant. Carl knows how to fuck as well as anyone I've ever run
into and, as a result, my second climax happened well before his. It was
when I was on my side with Carl behind me, on his side too. He got into a
rhythm of steady thrusts with his arms wrapped around me, my arms trapped
inside his, my top leg raised and his hip action firing that steel cock of
his up my ass like a piston. I thought I'd pass out at how good it felt and
then the cum rolled up from my nuts unexpectedly; once again it came on me
so fast. I was loving the sensations in my hole, kind of swooning while
mumbling under my breath, when the climax came on in a rush, cum squirting
out from my boner on its own. Oh my god, I think it was the length of the
fuck that had me squealing in ecstasy during the big cum shot. Carl felt a
spray on his wrists from my cum explosion and mumbled, "Feel good, did it,
bitch? How 'bout this?" and he picked up the speed.  I was like a rag doll
in his arms, my hips flopping forward loosely every time he slammed his
cock up inside me. He finally climaxed and rested a bit, then pulled out
saying.  "You got one fine pussy on ya, Dylan! Hey, would you mind if I
take a five minute shower?" He's stripping his condom off as he asked
that. I go, "No, of course not. There are clean towels under the vanity."
He dropped the soggy condom in my trash basket mumbling, "Thanks!" Then,
just like that, he casually walked into my bathroom and took a shower as I
lay there dealing with the oddness of this sexual encounter. Where did I
ever come up with this idea, and how did I ever have the nerve to follow
through with it?

As I came down from the sexual high I began a journey of doubt and second
guessing. First that crazy buddy-sex with Ray Ellis a while back and now
this trip down memory lane with Carl Denton. This thing with Carl seems
particularly weird because I totally initiated it on my own. The Ray thing
was mostly Ray's idea, with me offering very little resistance of
course. Before I could make sense of anything, Carl came out of the
bathroom clean and dry wearing his boxer shorts. He got dressed the rest of
the way, saying, "This was an unexpected good time. You know what, you can
call me again before I go back to school, but I'm still going to need to
limit you to just the one more call until say Thanksgiving break, then give
me a call and I'll see what's happening at that point. Maybe we can get
together then too, okay? But, do not bombard me with phone calls like you
did near the end of my senior school year." He's very off-hand about it and
more or less full of shit about me bombarding him with phone calls, but
basically, by this time, I've had enough of Carl to last another year and a
half and I just want him to leave. So, still laying there on my bed, I say
a bored, "Sure, Carl, thanks for coming over." He's dressed and checking
his pockets for something, maybe he wants to pay me, or more likely, he's
checking to see that I didn't steal anything from him. Everything is
apparently as it should be because he waves and says, "Don't get up, I'll
see myself out." I wave half heartedly, wait a few seconds until I hear the
door open, then close; then I get under the covers thinking, "He didn't ask
me anything about myself. Nothing about what college I'm going to, nothing
about nothing!" I feel a little bit empty and a little bit cheap. Why'd I
do this? Is it because I'm mad at Robby, or jealous of Chad, or both? Then
I began doing what I always do: I rationalize. It goes like this: I'm used
to regular sex with my boyfriend, at least I was when Willie was my
boyfriend, so what do you expect me to do when I'm not getting it? And,
sure, Willie had Andy on the side too but he kept me totally happy and we
even had a three-some: Andy, Willie, and me. So it's simple, I need more
sex than I'm getting; hell, I need more sex than most people are getting,
but it is what it is. Obviously Robby doesn't rank me as high on his
priority list as Willie did. There's other things that interest Robby more
than me, like his new position at work and his baseball teammates. For all
I know, Chad ranks higher than me too. Trouble is, I love Robby so I guess
I'm gonna have to accept being third or fourth in his rankings.

Getting up I gather the used condoms and go into the bathroom to flush them
down the toilet. Then getting the Lysol cleaner out, I lazily scrub out the
shower. Not that Carl's dirty or anything, I just don't want any lingering
parts of him here, that's all. As I'm scrubbing the tub part of the shower
I'm wondering why both Carl and Ray seem to think they're doing me a favor
by letting me suck their cock and then them fucking me; why is that?  What
is it about me that makes guys get the wrong impression like that? I mean,
it's mutual pleasure, right? After rinsing out the tub and coming up with
no logical explanation to my query, I went back to the bedroom to sweep up
my hair clippings and change the sheets on my bed. While doing that, a
recent recurring conundrum pops up in my head: "What's the deal with Chad?
I mean, not to beat a dead horse, but what the meep was he doing wearing a
meeping jockstrap and meeping asking when was Robby coming in?" Oh man!
This has got me all messed up in the head. I'm staying in my condo for the
rest of the night 'cause I don't feel like socializing, and anyway I don't
have a ride, which isn't fair; I hardly ever get to use our Jeep. I guess
I'm not as high on Chubby's priority list as I used to be either. Wandering
aimlessly around the condo doing this or that while totally in a state of
nakedness I realize my asshole hurts. Those two long fucks have me walking
slightly bowlegged too, but at the same time there's this relaxed feeling
about me, the way I feel when I'm totally sexually satisfied. But this
wandering around the condo naked is nuts! I hobbled into the bathroom and
took a long shower cleaning my ass and legs carefully. After that I let the
water rinse out the tub, then plugged the drain to let hot water accumulate
for me to soak my ass in.  It felt good and I stayed there until the water
turned cool, then dried myself and put on old, soft, shorty pajamas,
feeling all snugly and kind of content.

My ass was still sore, but at least I wasn't walking bowlegged anymore. I
made a peanut butter sandwich to take with me to my room. Recently one of
my favorite web sites has been resurrected and I went online to ogle some
pics and read the latest chapter of a hot erotic gay story. The site, by
the way, is boys4boys.org. It used to have a " uk " at the end of the
address, but no more. There's some awesome stories on the site written by
this older dude in his mid-twenties.  I ate the sandwich and checked out
that site for an hour, then watched the last of the Red Sox game in the
finished basement. Chubby's working until midnight and I can't stay up that
late, I've got to work tomorrow, so I went to bed. The last things I
thought about before dozing off were how hot the fuck was that Carl laid on
my pussy and how much I wish it had been Robby fucking me... then I thought
about Wildwood. I need to re-bond with Chubby, my tightest friend on the
planet. When Chubby and I are really tight, the rest of the things in my
life seem more manageable. I decided not to think about Carl anymore
because, overall, I shouldn't have done that with him and I need to push
the whole incident way back in my mind and never tell a soul about
it... pretend it was just a fantasy like I used to have way back when. Ha
ha, if it was a fantasy, it sure was a hot one! Too hot maybe, and I say
that because I might take Carl up on his offer to do it with him again
sometime, although I'd like to think I won't.

Friday morning I'm standing on the blacktop before work, my ass is still
slightly sore, although nothing serious. My fingers are absently feeling
the prickly short hairs at the nap of my neck as I stare at Chad's flattop
and getting irrationally pissed off all over again. It's like; who would
get a flattop just to suck in with their boss? I mean, what a dork!  God
only knows how long he's worn his hair in that nineteen-seventies Beatles
style that I saw him with Wednesday.  It looked stupid of course, but to go
from that to a flattop is even stupider. Oh, what the hell! I don't really
care one way or the other, but come on; how obvious can you get? And sure,
I remembered Willie started this flattop nonsense at the beginning of last
summer by getting his long hair cut to a flattop just because I had short
hair. It seemed goofy he'd do that, but sweet too. He wanted to make an
impression on me which is nothing like this ridiculous situation where
Chad's obviously sucking-up to Robby by emulating him. I wonder what Robby
thinks about all this? Uh oh, here comes Chad now. I pull my hat down lower
on my forehead the way Robby wears his baseball cap and light a cigarette
looking away only to hear, "Hiya Newman, whassup?" Well, at least he's
trying to be one of the guys, and he is gonna be sorta my boss, so I say,
"Not much, how ya doing this morning, Chad ?" He mumbles, "Oh, okay." Then
he brightens, asking enthusiastically, "Hey, you know our supervisor pretty
well, right? Don't you think he's so, I don't know... so cool?" Future boss
or not, this is too much! I say, too quickly, "Jeez, Chad, sounds like you
got a crush on him or something. Is that it? You're not gay are ya? Heh
heh." He looks surprised and says, "Yeah, I am. Didn't you know that? I
thought they would have let the guys on the crew know. I've been openly gay
for three years now." He said it all with a straight face, but I still
gotta wonder, "Is he jerking me around?"  His directness caught me off
guard and maybe my expression is wrong or something 'cause Chad says, "Oh,
don't tell me you're one of those haters, Dylan; you didn't seem like one."
I'm groping for words, "Hater? Whaddya mean?" He goes, "I mean a
homophobe. Do you have a problem with gay guys?" This has got me on the
defensive because I'm not sure if he's serious. Is he actually gay and
completely upfront about it or making an ass out of me because I jokingly
accused him of being gay? Other than Willie and Jay, all the gay boys I
know are in the closet so I'm not sure how to react to someone coming right
out with it like this.

Chad's waiting for my response with a blank expression. I'll keep it
simple, "No. I've no problem with gays. I don't know any, but I've got no
problem with you or anyone else being gay." He's nodding like he wants to
hear more, so I add, "You asked about Rob; I'm sure he's straight, if
that's what you're wondering." Chad, waving at my exhaled cigarette smoke;
then chuckling, says, "I wasn't asking about that. I already know about
Rob, he's not...." His sentence cuts off when we hear the signal to load
the trucks and then Robby shouting, "Let's get moving guys!" Chad and I
hustle over to the trucks and my last workday before Wildwood begins. On
the ride to our first job site I'm thinking about Chad's comments and
conclude there's nothing necessarily going on between him and Robby; not
that I thought there was in the first place. Chad was in the supervisor's
locker room because he's training to be an assistant supervisor. That's
simple enough. Well, it explains why he was there, but I still don't get
why Mr. Dickers thinks it's a good idea to train a brand new kid to be the
boss over experienced landscape workers. And then I told myself to get
real; it's not my concern, none of my business.

The morning went by quickly and then at lunch Robby had a short meeting
laying out the company's plan to experiment with assistant supervisors and
explained that Chad's the first one, the guinea pig. Robby told everyone
what he'd basically told be yesterday and I have to wonder if he did it now
because he'd leaked it to me. Then I learned something new: the new
assistant supervisor position is a full-time, year round one. That's why
none of the summer part-timers were considered. In the winter months Chad
will be learning the design side of the business as well as supervising the
snow plowing crews and blah, blah, blah... I stopped listening. That full
time job thing explains the mystery piece of the puzzle; i.e. why Chad, and
not one of us?  He's going to be a full-time employee and his father's
investing money for expansion of the company. Its nepotism, I get it. The
guys on the crew nodded at one another that they get it too and then it was
basically back to work 'cause, in the end, none of us cared that much about
it. We didn't care about it, that is, until Chad began exercising his new
authority. I had to bite my tongue not to snap at him when he said, "Dylan,
I need you to help out with the raking and bagging. I'll work your leaf
blower; get moving."

I'm glad I'm going on vacation!  After the vacation I'll have almost a
month left on the job which will be a tough month because taking orders
from Chad isn't fun. Also, the raking and bagging job that Chad sent me to
do are rookie's jobs; I've been on the job two meeping years so I'm no
rookie. I did what he told me while trying to catch Robby's eye so he'd see
what Chad assigned me to; it's humiliating. At one point I caught a glimpse
Chad on the other side of the yard blowing clippings all over the place
which made me smile, but what made me laugh out loud is the look on his
face.  Those machines are loud and he didn't know enough to wear noise
suppressing earmuffs. When I was just about through loading the last bag of
grass clippings I finally see Robby who calls over to me, "Dylan, when you
finish that, help Dino with the clipping for the other truck!" Well I'll be
a son-of-a-bitch! He knew I was assigned to do this grunt work all along,
and he's fine with it! Fuck this! I might not even come back to work after
Wildwood. I don't need the money and since Chad showed up I don't see much
of Robby anyway and when I do he doesn't seem all that interested in me. I
gave Robby a nasty look which he probably thinks is me pouting, but it's
actually me pissed-off! Robby frowned at me, like he couldn't imagine why
I'd look at him that way. I stalked off to help little Dino with the
clippings. Fuck it, I'm definitely not coming back after vacation!

I didn't talk to Robby after that and I sat in the truck bed with the other
rookies on the way back to the facility; Chad sat shotgun beside Robby. I
stared through the rear window at the two of them as they chatted up a
storm all the way back. After unloading the mowers, bags of clippings, and
all the other equipment I changed my clothes, slamming things as I did it,
then left without helping change the oil or saying goodbye to Robby. I was
on the bus, almost home, when Robby called my cell; I saw his name on the
caller ID but ignored it. I was fuming and didn't calm down until I was
laying on my bed in my condo listening to music on The River, 92.5 on your
FM dial. Finally, feeling a little embarrassed at my childish behavior, I
began to think more clearly. Maybe there's an explanation why I've been
demoted; or it could be a temporary thing. I don't really know because I
never gave anyone a chance to explain it. Oh the hell with it! I don't feel
like being rational and don't really care what the explanation is. The
indisputable point is that Robby's on Chad 's side, so screw it! I suppose
Robby will be at the movies tonight so I'm not going, it would be too
awkward. Chubby's of course taking Mary Jo so I'll just stay here and get
my clothes and stuff together that I'm taking on vacation. I'll chill
tonight.

Chubby gets home from work almost two hours after I do so I had plenty of
time to calm down and was in a half decent mood when he walked in. We had
pizza for dinner and as we ate it Chubby excitedly talked about our
vacation in Wildwood which picked-up my spirits. As we cleaned the dishes
he says, "Dylan, you use the Jeep tonight. I'll call Marty to pick me up
and we'll double date. You're getting screwed out of your fair share of our
car and I feel terrible about that. I'm gonna try to do better. Okay, bro?"
I'm thinking, "Who the hell's Marty?" but say, "It's about time!" He makes
a face at me and I add, "I'm only kidding, Chubby. I'm cool with our
arrangement; you need the Jeep for work." He grinned, saying, "You're a
push over and I love ya for that, Dylan!" He squeezed my hand then went up
to his place to shower and get ready for his date. Boy oh boy, I love
Chubby and can't help thinking about our days way back when and yearn for
the old times a little bit too. Back when it was just the two of us hooking
up together for everything. Before Robby, before Willie, before we got
jobs, before Carl Denton, before everybody; Chubby and me were the two
musketeers doing virtually everything together including that gay oriented
stuff that Chubby rationalized away. It was okay for us to do that stuff
because we're in special circumstances, he'd explain; our moms work as
waitresses from four in the afternoon till midnight so Chubby and me raised
each other and, according to him, we're entitled to be unique. Ah, the good
old days! I lay on the living room sofa switching my daydreaming from the
old days to our vacation coming up tomorrow and how Chubby and me will be
sharing a double bed for two whole weeks; it's gonna be so cool!

Yeah, that's cool but right now I'm bored. Hey, I have the Jeep at my
disposal so why not drive over to Connor's? I took a shower and was outside
walking down the steps as a car pulled away with a boy and girl in the
front, and Chubby in the back. Chubby waved and I waved back; he's on his
way to pick-up Mary Jo I guess. She better get her fill of him tonight
because he's mine for the next two weeks. I drove over to Connor's dumpy
apartment complex, parked at the curb and walked down to the main
entrance. Of course it's shouldn't be unlocked but it is, the lock's
broken, so I go in the front door and take the steps two-at-a-time up to
his floor. Knocked twice, but he's not here. Another of my ideas bombs out!
Back outside I'm approaching the Jeep looking down as I'm walking to
navigate the crumbled cement walk. Then, glancing up, I see two tough
looking boys sitting on the Jeep's left front fender smoking and watching
me coming toward the car. Fuck! They have tough-guy expressions on their
over-confident faces. My heart beat picks up as I stare at them and they
stare right back at me.  They appear to be muscular sixteen or seventeen
year olds. Not cute guys at all, mean and scruffy looking; definitely
trouble. I form a plan as I walk, now averting my eyes away from
them. Almost at the car I used the remote key to unlock the door, take the
last two steps fast and opened the door without looking at the two boys.
Always try for surprise is my motto; getting in the car without even
acknowledging them was something they hadn't expected. As I'm slamming the
driver's door shut the one with a tattoo of a snake on his neck said, "Hey,
asshole! What the fuck ya think you're doing?" Ignoring him, I started the
car, put it in reverse and burned rubber backwards spilling both thugs off
the car and into the street. I continued backing up all the way to the end
of the block leaving smoke behind from the tires, then did a u-turn and was
gone, burning more rubber. The last I saw of them, one kid had a hand at
the back of his head while trying to help his wobbly partner up with his
other hand. So much for their tough guy act. Two blocks away I made myself
slow down and drive the speed limit wondering how Connor survives this
neighborhood day in and day out. My heart was pounding; two against one
doesn't usually work out to be in the one's favor. The intimidation factor
of brazenly sitting on my car was supposed to give them the upper hand and
if I did almost anything else but what I did, it would have worked. They
wanted to taunt and intimidate me a little, push me around some, then get
me to give them money for watching my car, or make me drive them around all
night like their chauffeur, or some off the wall shit like that. Oh well, I
lit a cigarette congratulating myself and drove over to Ray Ellis' house. I
tried calling him on my cell phone right outside his house but the one bar
on my cell phone was now no bars and I didn't want to knock on the door
thinking Elliot might answer.

Driving to the Dairy Queen in Natick I parked, saw a few kids I know and
said "hi" to them, but didn't want to hang out with them. Instead I bought
a small vanilla cone and left to drive around some more while I licked it
down to the cone, then ate the cone too. Yum! After some aimless driving I
found myself in Robby's side of town; he's at either the regular Friday
night movies or one of his baseball games, but maybe Dodger's home. I'm not
feeling horny; Carl took care of that last night. Actually, I'm feeling out
of sorts as a result of the last few bizarro days at work.  And, ya know,
if I stay away from the pool I should be safe around Dodger. At the moment
I could use a hot shit like Dodger making me smile or telling me I'm cool,
like he's always doing. I'm feeling blue and alone, that's no way to start
a vacation. I pull up to the Dickers house and right away see Dodger's
pickup in the driveway along side his parents' car.  Hmmm, they usually
park their cars in the garage. Ringing the front bell gets no response
which doesn't make any sense unless Mr. and Mrs. Dickers went with Robby;
or perhaps Robby got a ride with someone and his parents are using his
pickup. Since I haven't talked with him much the last few days I basically
don't know what's up with the Dickers family. Just for the hell of it I
walk around back to the pool area and found an empty back yard. Dodger's
gotta be around here somewhere unless he went with Robby or his
parents. Dusk is settling in and that, plus the dead quiet and the
isolation factor, makes it's eerie as hell back here.

Looking around, trying to figure out where everyone could be, I all of a
sudden get like this sixth sense that urges me to check the pool.  Now I've
got a scary feeling in the pit of my stomach and I don't know why. I
hesitantly approach the pool; I'm holding my breath and praying I find
nothing in the pool that shouldn't be there. One last step and I peer into
the water and there's definitely something on the bottom, but then a cloud
passes and I see it's just a shadow of the big oak tree in the neighbor's
yard. A second look confirms that thankfully there are no dead bodies at
the bottom of the pool; it's completely empty except for water and an empty
plastic Coke bottle floating near the diving board. Hearing a muffled sound
I snap my head around, but see nothing. Where the hell is everyone? Turning
away from the pool I think I see movement in an upstairs window which would
be Mr. and Mrs. Dickers' bedroom, I think; but why wouldn't they answer the
door if they're home? Straining my eyes, staring at the window, I'm
startled and jump making a "Yipes!" sound at the sound of a car door
slamming way down the street. Then someone from down there is yelling
something I can't make out, then some hysterical laughter. This is too
fucking weird! I'm getting the creeps so I'm just gonna get my ass out of
here. Using the gate on the other side of the yard, I'll leave through the
driveway. At the gate I again hear that muffled sound, quiet and almost
otherworldly. I'm spooking myself again. The gate silently opens and then I
definitely hear something to my left. Is it from inside the garage? There's
no lights on in there. I'm not sure, but it sounded like a quiet moan or
groan.

Closing the gate I get the sudden urge to run down the driveway and get
away safe and sound, but what if someone's hurt? Checking the driveway
first and seeing no one, I slowly walk toward the side of the freestanding
three car garage and as I get closer I definitely see movement through the
dirty side window. Then, getting even closer, I can make out Dodger and
Vinnie, both naked... oh boy! I go up closer and see Dodger from his chest
to his head, he's bent over at the waist, one hand on his knee for support,
his other hand is pulling on his cock if the motion of his arm is any
indication. His head is back a little to accommodate Vinnie's nice sized
cock which is fully inside Dodger's mouth. Vinnie's got both hands behind
Dodger's head pulling Dodger's face onto his boner and into Vinnie's belly
and pubic hairs. I can actually see the bulge Vinnie's cock makes as it
swells out Dodger's esophagus. Dodger's nose and mouth are completely
hidden in Vinnie's pubes when the boner is fully down his throat; the
head's almost to his Adam's apple.  Vinnie leaves his boner there humping
his hips slightly for a couple of beats, and then back up comes that hard
cock until the swollen head is laying on Dodger's tongue so he can suck and
lap it, then the slippery shiny cock is pushed back down the throat again
and it all gets repeated. Jesus! These two are hot! After doing that a half
dozen times Vinnie pulls his saliva drenched boner all the way out, says
something I can't hear making Dodger nod, then Vinnie turns around bending
over, reaches behind himself with both hands and spreads his buttocks while
backing his asshole into Dodger's face. Dodger buries his nose in Vinnie's
ass crack and laps Vinnie's asshole like a kitten lapping milk.  Wicked
fast little licks until spit is dripping off Vinnie's ass and Dodger gets
his tongue inside the anus. I start groping myself and breathing hard. The
rimming lasts two minutes and then it's back to deep throating
again. Dodger's body is rocking back and forth oddly so I step to my left
getting a better view past the window shutter and a gasp escapes my
throat. I'm momentarily in total shock! I truly can't believe my eyes. How
could...? It's a three-way in there and while I can't believe my eyes about
the third party, I can't take my eyes off him either. I'll be goddamned! My
ears are popping and I'm gulping in oxygen trying to tell myself I'm not
seeing what I'm seeing.

Who would surprise me more? Jake Rollins, I guess would; or maybe Elliot or
Jay, but no one else. Chad wouldn't really surprise me because Dodger and
Robby must know the Bundy boys if their parents are business partners and,
of course, Chad came right out and told me he's gay. I wish it was Chad. My
hand is inside the front of my cargo shorts now absently massaging my cock;
I'm in a daze but I resign myself that I'm seeing what I'm seeing. Watching
in fascination at this unbelievably hot three-some I waste a second hoping
I'm dreaming, but know immediately that I'm not. If the third boy were
Connor or even Ray it wouldn't surprise me anymore than it does seeing
Robby with his four inch plug humping his brother's ass. He's been
pretending all these months that he's oblivious to Dodger's gayness; what a
fraud! Actually, Dodger's never indicated to me he knew about Robby being
gay either, until recently, when he inadvertently said to me in the pool,
"What, is Robby the only one who can fuck you now?" All this time I thought
it was Robby who was in the dark about the gay boys and it's been me who's
in the dark; not about the gay boys, about Robby and Dodger knowing
everything. I feel like such a loser. Everyone's playing me for the fool;
even young Vinnie knew that Robby knew about him and Dodger. It's not the
fact that they're fucking and sucking each other that bothers me... it's
their deceit!

Standing here like a voyeur I'm feeling hopelessly beat-up, drained and
taken advantage of. It hurts to be the one on the outside, the one being
made fun of by the others. I feel like a sucker, like I'm the laughing
stock because I kept their secrets when there weren't any secrets to
keep. Still, I can't make myself look away. The three boys are synchronized
now: Robby deliberately pushes his cock all the way up Dodger's ass while
Vinnie pushes his down Dodger's throat; Dodger casually stroking his
cock. They wait two beats then retract the cocks most of the way out, wait
two more beats and push them back in. My own cock is a raging boner by
now. Looking at them from the side, Robby's and Dodger's profile look
identical; they have an actual beauty to them, as well as being boyishly
cute. It's gloomy dusk now and with no lights on in the garage their hair
appears close to the same color too. Dodger's throat is contracting and his
jaws moving on Vinnie's cock, Vinnie's licking his lips and puffing out his
cheeks, his head back; feeling the ecstasy. I wonder how long they've been
at it. I see Robby's lips moving, he's saying something as he pulls his
cock out of Dodger's asshole. Vinnie pulls his cock from Dodger's throat
then, a long string of cum stretches between the mouth and the boner, then
breaks and streaks across Dodger's chin. He laps lazily at it with his
tongue as he straightens up and they all change positions. Vinnie climaxed
in Dodger's throat and mouth, it probably happened as I was watching but
he'd just continued fucking Dodger's face until Robby said whatever it was
he said... duh, I wonder who's in charge here.

There's wetness on the end of my boner as I pull my shorts down under my
nuts to stroke myself with full length strokes.  I'm hooked now and will
need to climax before I can leave.  My cock feels good, but I feel
dirty. Dirty, and I'm a little sick to my stomach too, but I can't stop
watching and I can't stop jerking myself off. This jerk off will be one
more thing I'll hate myself for later, but that'll be then, and this is
now!  It's Vinnie's turn to bend over, his hands on his thighs just above
his knees. He'd climaxed in Dodger's mouth so his cock is fairly limp. It
flops around as Dodger and Robby begin spanking that boy's bare
buttocks. Their hands make slapping sounds I can just barely hear but I can
see the flesh on Vinnie's ass quiver with each smack. With their boners
bobbing in front of them, the brothers keep it up until both sides of
Vinnie's buttocks are rosy red and their hand prints are outlined white for
a second or two after each smack.  After awhile tears are rolling down
Vinnie's cute cheeks but he apparently loved the spanking 'cause his cock
was back up to boner status and he's stroking it like he expects another
orgasm. Dodger finally caught Robby's arm and stopped the spanking. They
argued a second, Vinnie stood up and said something that calmed things,
then he bent back over and Dodger mounts him as Robby walks around to push
his cock into Vinnie's mouth and the synchronized sexual dance began all
over again.

It went on at a slow, sexually arousing pace, me stroking myself
throughout. It's my first full length live sex show and it's making me
nauseous and aroused in equal portions. In less than three minutes Dodger
leaned on Vinnie's back, his buttock's muscles tighten as he shoots his
load, the next hump causes creamy white cum to drool out around Dodger's
cock, then another hump with the muscle contraction blasting more spunk up
Vinnie's ass. Dodger did a grinding motion with his hips and contacted his
buttocks once more and humped more of his spunk up his buddy's ass, then he
relaxed, almost collapsing on Vinnie's back for a few seconds before
pulling our with a cum string stretching between Vinnie's ass and Dodger's
cock.  That was it for me, I grunted, clenched every muscle in my body and
fired a string of cum three feet to the side of the garage, then two more
shots that landed in the brushes separating me from the garage. Robby
pulled his saliva drenched boner out of Vinnie's throat, walked around and
unceremoniously shoved it right up Vinnie's cum filled asshole and rabbit
fucked him for thirty seconds sending his brother's creamy cum spattering
here and there. I recognized that rough rabbit fuck from ones Robby's done
on my ass; I almost predicted exactly when Robby would deposit his own load
up Vinnie's sloppy ass.  Vinnie was busy sucking Dodger's cock clean, but
when Robby was climaxing, Vinnie took Dodger's cock out of his mouth and
held it in his hand squeezing his own ass muscles around Robby's boner as
Robby continued pouring cum into his hole.

The entire procedure seemed like business as usual for these three; how
many times have they repeated this? Dodger's cock went back in Vinnie's
mouth and when Vinnie was done sucking it clean he did the same for Robby's
cream covered cock; a job I'm used to doing for Robby. The Dickers
brothers' cum was rolling down the inside of Vinnie's legs, all the way
down to his ankles by the time he finished with Robby's cock and stood
up. Then, while Dodger wiped down Vinnie's legs with a pool towel, someone
apparently said something funny and they all laughed, then did a quick,
naked group hug, before lighting cigarettes. They smoked and played with
themselves, talking and laughing. From their body language it didn't look
like they were through, but I was. I pulled up my shorts and walked to my
Jeep without trying to be especially quiet or noisy; I didn't give a
shit. My mind was dark and blank driving home. Tomorrow we leave for
Wildwood.

to be continued.......

Donny Mumford                thinkat20@yahoo.com