Date: Wed, 13 May 2015 13:09:25 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 61 DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 61 by Donny Mumford Earlier this afternoon I gave Vinnie a preppy haircut just like his idol, Dodger, has. Vinnie and I have been kidding Dodger that it's kind of a nerdy look. A little later we all had wicked-hot three-way sex. Then for the last hour and a half now we've been mostly watching youtube videos of our favorite rock artists, that is until Dodger wanted to check out who he called 'the king of rock 'n roll'. I'd heard of Elvis Presley and saw something on TV once of this fat guy in some kind of costume playing in Las Vegas. Then we found some early shots of him and it was fascinating. Well, actually looking at videos is what Dodger and I have been doing while Vinnie's mostly been texting and talking on his cellphone, probably with his brainiac friends. During an acoustic version of 'Chocolate' by the rock group, '1975', Dodger had to use the bathroom and when he comes back, he asks, "Anybody ready for part two of our three-way sex-a-thon?" Vinnie looks up from his cell phone, mumbling, "Yeah, I am." I click off my computer, look at my watch, then say, "Yeah, me too, but we need to make it kinda quick because I've gotta get ready to go out pretty soon." What I need to do is take a shower before Chubby and I meet the moms at the restaurant. We'll have an early dinner with them and then hook-up with the guys for some beers at the Dickers' house making final plans for our trip to Fort Lauderdale. Our three-way sex is recreational sex for the sheer fun of it which is a very different thing than having sex with a lover . Repeated sex with a lover has a certain learning curve component to it and with repetition you learn the best ways to pleasure each other. Recreational sex with your gay buddies is extemporaneous free-form fun without any commitments. And sure, you can have recreational sex with your true love at times too although true lover's sex is the best there as far as I'm concerned. Lovers understand each other's needs and there a comfortableness about it, plus there's also the intense sexual heat you'd expect, and I don't know... it's like a transcendent experience or something. It's an act of love more than lust and during your true lover's sexual acts there's a chemical called dopamine that gets released in your brain increasing your pleasure and creating almost a sense of oneness. It's intimate and sweet. Recreational or casual sex is basically meaningless other than being sexy hot fun. Like I said, it requires no commitment or promises, just a giving and receiving of sexual pleasure after which you say something like... catch ya later, dude. It's cool, but there are definite limitations as to who I'll have casual sex with. I need to like my casual sex partners and there needs to be something attractive about them, and they definitely must be age appropriate. I'd never connect with a stranger online and meet him in some dark place to have casual sex. The very thought of doing that is abhorrent to me and I feel bad for those who feel the need to do it. So basically I'm saying I won't have sex with just anyone, not even close to just anyone. Dodger, Vinnie, and me are willing and able so why the hell not have some additional sexy fun this afternoon. I've always liked Dodger and I find Vinnie to be a hot little dude who's likable and quite entertaining, sometimes he's even entertaining on purpose. With very few exceptions my casual sex buddies are safe and basically harmless guys like myself. There's no false pretenses or ulterior motives other than enjoying the pleasure of sex. After all, sex is one of the great pleasures of life, although not the only one. There's family, music, companionship, sports, foods, tying a beer load on just for the hell of it, the bond of loving friendships, and so on. I'm looking for as much enjoyment from life as I can find, and why wouldn't I? It's the old adage that if you're not hurting anyone, including yourself, go for it. Add to that, you're only young once, and there you have it. I've heard that youth is wasted on the young and I'm trying not to let that be true for my youth. I'm enjoying being young and being me. Sure, I wish I had more going for me like being a great athlete or an awesome singer and guitar player so I could form my own rock band touring the country playing my music in front of thousands of adoring fans while making millions of dollars, but ya can't have everything. You do the best you can with what you've got. Vinnie's taking his shirt off, saying, "Lets cut cards to see who gets to be the 'top' this time." I go, "Vinnie, that's genius!" and Dodger's like, "Hey, I'm the top for you two." I go, "Usually, yes, but we're going to try Vinnie's suggestion this time," and I put my arm across Vinnie's shoulders with us both smirking at Dodger. He goes, "Oh, so it's mutiny, is it?" Vinnie and I say together, "Exactly," and Dodger laughs, lights a cigarette, then says, "Okay, I'm outnumbered, where's a deck of cards?" I check my desk but can't find cards so we get three little pieces of paper and write 'top' on one. I fold the three papers in half, then put them in my posse boys' hat. Over my head I mix up the pieces of paper and Dodger reaches up and picks one without looking. Vinnie does the same and I've got the remaining one. We open the folded papers and Dodger says, "Get you're pants down bottom-boys, and prepared to get fucked. Heh heh, suckers!" Vinnie and I shake out heads, muttering, "Lucky bastard." We drop our pants and Dodger gets us standing side by side, then down on our knees. We're so close together our sides are touching as Vinnie and I exchange grins while Dodger lights us all a cigarette, telling us, "Okay, it's my show. You two will take turns sucking my cock until the lucky one tastes precum, then you'll drop forward on your hands and knees and get your ass up to be mounted. The precum taster gets to be fucked first." I mumble, "That's a nerdy haircut ya got there," and he laughs, "Don't be a poor loser, Dylan," and he rubs my head and passes me one of the lit cigarettes. Taking a drag; then, just to be a ball buster I exhale a long stream of cigarette smoke towards Vinnie. He bats at the smoke with his hand, telling Dodger, "Don't mess my hair up, okay? Dylan combed this cool nerdy-geek pompadour at the front and I wanna keep it." Dodger says, "This is a preppy haircut, not a nerdy haircut!" Vinnie ignores him and tells me, "When you guys were on the computer I texted Manny and sent him a selfie of my nerdy-geek haircut. He called me right back saying we both gotta go to school Monday with this haircut. We were laughing about us being nerds. Um, he said he'll text you about getting a haircut like mine." I shrug, "Sure, whatever," and Dodger yells, "Will you stop calling this haircut nerdy!!" Grinning, Vinnie says, "If you ask Dylan nicely I'm sure he'll put some hair tonic in your hair and show you how to comb a pompadour." I'm chuckling because Dodger's getting frustrated and Vinnie's being a hot shit. Dodger yells, "I don't want a fucking pompadour, and what the fuck kind of word is 'pompadour' anyway?" I deadpan, "Oh, well, it's from Madame de Pompadour, mistress of King Louis XV. Capital XV means 'the fifteenth' in case you're not on top of your Roman numerals. Madame de Pompadour started the trend, but it's been adopted by both men and women since then. It's basically hair combed up off the forehead." Dodger tries to act irritated, but he blurts out a laugh instead, asking, "And how the fuck do you know that?" Vinnie says, "Everybody knows that, whaddaya talking about?" Dodger's exasperated as he blows exhaled smoke in our direction, so Vinnie and I combine our exhales blowing cigarette smoke at Dodger. It surrounds his head as he chuckles and Vinnie murmurs, "A joint nepheligenous. Damn good thing none of us are misocapnist." Dodger yells, "And stop making up words!" Vinnie's like, "I'm not. Misocapnist hate the smell of cigarette smoke and 'nepheligenous' is a cloud of cigarette smoke. Look it up." Dodger goes, "I'd put a gag in your mouth except you need to suck my dick and that's kinda hard to do with a gag." He drops his pants to his knees and holds his dick out so it's touching Vinnie's lips, "This'll be a contest. I'm going to grade you both on your cock sucking skills and then declare a winner." Rolling his eyes at that, Vinnie takes Dodger's dick in his fingers, looks up at him while taking a drag off his cigarette, then leans in and lick's the head of Dodger's dick with smoke drifting up off of it. Another drag as he grins, then puts Dodger's cock in his mouth and sucks on it as smoke comes out his nose, making me laugh. Vinnie ignores the cigarette between his fingers and really gets into sucking on that cock with his cheeks concave and the muscles around his jaw moving. It's a couple of minutes of that with Dodger making "Mmmm," sounds and rubbing Vinnie's shoulders. That boy can suck some cock! Finished my cigarette I put it out in the ashtray on the desk next to us. Dodger leans over putting his out too with Vinnie moving his head over along with Dodger's cock and passing his cigarette butt to me. When Dodger's standing straight again, Vinnie leans in further pushing his nose against Dodger's belly and Dodger's pubic hairs ruffle as Vinnie exhales and inhales through his nose. He's making a lot of wet mouth sounds sucking that four inch cock with saliva dripping off his chin hitting the hardwood floor, "Drip, drip, drip." A very hot and sexy thing to witness. I take a last drag off the saliva filled filter of Vinnie's cigarette and put that out too as arousal increases. A noisy inhale through his mouth by Dodger followed by a long, "Ooooooh," and Vinnie stroking his own cock as he sucks Dodger's. Jesus! By now Vinnie's got Dodger's dick singing with sexy sensations and Dodger's quietly grunting and moaning, "Uummm, umm, aah," and then he steps back pulling his boned-up cock from Vinnie's mouth, gasping before yelling, "Times up!" Vinnie backs off, saying, "I think I tasted precum." Dodger shakes his head, muttering, "No ya didn't. Now your turn, Dylan, but I'm telling you right now Vinnie's cock sucking is gonna be hard to beat." He steps over in from of me as he lights yet another cigarette with Vinnie saying, "Okay, maybe you didn't drool some precum, but I got you right on the verge of it, Dodger. It's not fair that Dylan gets the benefit of my incomparable cock sucking." Grinning, Dodger pretends to muss Vinnie hair with Vinnie snapping his head back away from Dodger's hand. Vinnie and the pompadours... that could be a rock band. I'm staring at Dodger's stiff cock that's dripping with Vinnie's saliva, then pick it up and suck it into my mouth. My dick quivers and tightens as I suck off Vinnie's spit and then get my tongue twirling around the head of Dodger's cock while I suck on the shaft and then lightly scrape my teeth on it. Dodger's body stiffens as he goes, "Jesus! That gave me chills!" Vinnie asks, "What'd he do?" I'm back to sucking his shafts getting it harder, then push the head into my throat past the gag reflex area, gagging a little as I do that because the head of his cock has swollen a lot and that baby is fat. Now my throat muscles massage the head while my tongue licks the shaft and I suck on it with my lips. Okay, under normal circumstances he would have been drooling precum by now for sure, except for the fact he climaxed just an hour and a half ago. Dodger's feeling the sensations coming off his throbbing cock though and he grunts rubbing my head and humping his hips gently, then gasps out, "Time's up," and he pulls his cock out of my throat and mouth. We all look at the head of his shiny wet cock, but I for one don't see precum. Yeah, but how the hell can you tell with all that saliva. Then it occurs to me, "How do you know when time's up, Dodger? You don't have a watch and you're not holding your cellphone." He nods at the clock on my bedside table and I mutter, "Oh," as Dodger exhales a lot of smoke smirking at me. He steps back in front of Vinnie, who puts his fist on Dodger's boner and draws it up the shaft, saying, "I'm getting some of Dylan's spit off of this thing." I'm like, "How insulting!" and those two chuckle, then Vinnie's at it again, but only for a mere fifteen seconds before Dodger yells, "Stop!" backing away from Vinnie there's a string of spit and precum mixture stretching from Vinnie's lips to the head of Dodger's cock. Dodger swipes his hands against the head of his hard boner severing the sticky substance and the wet gooey string drops down to splat on Vinnie's chin, then under it to his neck. He's wiping at it as Dodger says, "I almost blew my load in Vinnie's mouth. Jesus, you two are awesome cock suckers, but Vinnie's the winner." I grouse, "Oh sure... that's fair! That's really an impartial decision, giving the win to your boyfriend." Heh heh, I'm well aware how immature this whole exercise is, but I'm going along with it for the kids' benefit. I don't want to spoil their childish fun. Dodger's rubbing around his groin with his cock sticking straight out, as he says, "Wow, that was so nice, guys! I'm gonna need a few seconds though to let my nuts calm down. Don't want to blow my load too soon." His cock is boned up good and it's really fat. It's gonna feel awesome up my ass. Dodger's grinning with anticipation of fucking both of us, then he says, "You're gonna be first, Vinnie, so get on your hands and knees. Love me some doggie style fucking." Yeah, him and Danny Monday. Actually I'm looking forward to watching this up close and personal with a view of two hot dudes fucking. I don't get the chance too often, and seeing it live is quite a turn on. Dodger's putting out one cigarette and lighting three more. Oh shit! I'm smoked out by now, but I take the cigarette and drag on it without inhaling. These fucking things are making me dizzy. Follow-up fucks are rarely as hot as the first one, but that doesn't mean it's not worth the time because it most definitely is. That's especially true of hyper-sexualized guys like moi, which if you don't know French means 'me'. Some of my gay friends are hyper-sexualized too, although certainly not all of them. Some like Seth, Cory, Connor and others don't have sex regularly for a variety of reasons and probably live less complicated lives because of it. Others of us tend to live more on the wild side and are perfectly okay with any complications that go along with that. Be yourself, be happy... that's another one of my mottos. So, this second time around in our afternoon three-way sex-a-thon is right in my wheelhouse so to speak. I say that having no idea what a 'wheelhouse' is, but I know what it means. There's lots of things I say without knowing why it means what it does, but whaddaya gonna do? As I'm wasting times with my musings again, I hear, 'Smack, smack, smack," and then, "OW! Dammit, Dodger!" Glancing over I gotta grin at Dodger spanking Vinnie's bare ass again. Dodger's like, "Hey, you know I like spanking you, Vinnie." Dodger's not a sadist though so he stops whacking on Vinnie's cute ass and instead rubs his wet boner's head up and down Vinnie's ass crack, mumbling, "Ya know what, Vin? You got yourself one cute ass here." Vinnie mutters, "I know," and then, "Umpth! Umm, oh fuck," as Dodger plugs his fat-headed boner in past Vinnie's sphincter muscle and leans into him. Vinnie actually lifts his ass a little more, grimacing as he does it. Looking at me, he winks, saying, "That hurt, but it feels good too," and I know where he's coming from as I nod at him and we grin at each other. We're both basically committed 'bottoms' although lately I've been doing some topping which is pretty fucking hot too. 'Topping' gives me a taste of that dominant sense that many guys prefer. Hell, I can see why guys get hooked on it. Still, I prefer the submissive sense I get when certain guys fuck me in an extra dominant manner. Ryan can be especially good with that at times, and Willie did it really good too. There's a fine line between being too dominant like fuckwad, Marty, and the almost casually dominance of others. It's like they're taking it for granted that they are the dominant party in this sexual encounter and so they expect me to be submissive to them, which is right in my wheelhouse... heh heh. Neither Ryan or Willie ever approached the sadistic stage and in fact they both claimed to love me. Ryan actually does, while Willie confused love with lust. Never mind all that though. On my hands and knees next to Vinnie, I'm looking back seeing the last of Dodger's fat cock disappear up Vinnie's ass. Being bigger than Vinnie I can look over his back and see the action. Dodger's eyes meet mine and he grins, murmuring, "I missed you two guys something awful. This is fabulous, thanks guys." I nod my head, saying, "Yeah, no problem, but you really should follow Vinnie's advise and accept that your nerdy haircut needs a pompadour." He laughs exhaling smoke from his Marlboro while giving me the finger. Then, with the cigarette between his teeth he rubs up Vinnie's side and massages his shoulders, "You feeling okay, Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Yep, and keep doing the massaging, it feels good with your cock up my ass." Dodger laughs again, "Love me some Vinnie,' and he pulls his cock back as he takes his cigarette between his fingers and begins moving only his hips, steadily driving his cock up Vinnie's ass while he smokes his cigarette and looks cool. Vinnie's going, "Oooooh, aah, aah, aah" with Dodger almost casually pumping his boner back and forth with perfect rhythm like a dance move keeping time with hot club music. Vinnie's starting to squirm and move his head around as sensations from his prostate and anus must be almost unbearably hot by now. Smoke drifts out of his nose and mouth from the cigarette between his teeth as I stare spellbound at Dodger's constantly moving wet-looking boner that's making a quiet sexy sound, almost like sucking on your lips as it travels up Vinnie's ass then pulls back out and in again over and over. It's like a well oiled machine, in and back, in and back, in and back smoothly causing all kinds of sensations from Vinnie's rectum and Dodger's penis. A win-win situation for both. Taking drags off his cigarette and blowing smoke rings, Dodger increases the speed of his thrusting and begins smacking into Vinnie's pink ass cheeks with his belly and the familiar, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds add to the sexiness. It's fun watching two guys fuck and it's getting me extremely aroused too. Dodger's got his cigarette between his teeth now, gripping both of Vinnie's hips pulling him back into each thrust with Vinnie moaning, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, ooh, ooh," then a desperate, "I'm gonna cum!" and Dodger pulls his cock right out with Vinnie complaining, "Nooo, don't stop," as he grabs his boner stroking it. Dodger goes, "Stop that, Vinnie!" Vinnie pulls his hand away grimacing and grunting, "I almost climaxed, ooh, fuuuck that felt good." Then I feel Dodger's wet cock's head at my asshole and it's my turn to gasp, "Umpth," as he pokes it inside me, then, "Smack, smack, smack, smack," on my ass with his hand. I look back, "Don't overdo it, Dodge r!" He grins and "Smack!" I go, "OW!" and then my rectum begins hurting as Dodger pushes his boner up my ass, mumbling, "Remember how this feels, Dylan? Nobody fucks you as good as me." I'm thinking... well, duh, your brother has a matching cock to your's, so yeah, I remember how it feels. That's true except now I'm extra aroused knowing there's precum and rectum juice from Vinnie's ass on Dodger's boner. It's actually helping it to slide tightly up my ass. Oh man, I think Dodger's boner might be fatter than Robby's. Dodger steadily pushes his fat boner up my ass as my back arches, seemingly on it's own, as I groan, "Aaaah, oooh, oooh," and then Dodger's leaning flat against by butt cheeks blowing exhaled smoke towards my head. My cigarette went out a couple of minutes ago, but it's still between my lips so I spit it our and push back at Dodger a little. Sexual stimulation from nerve endings in my ass combined with the picture in my brain of Dodger pulling his cock out of Vinnie's ass and shoving it right up mine gets my shoulders shuddering. Ya know what... I like getting fucked second. With his hard fat boner snuggly up my ass, Dodger hands his cigarette butt to Vinnie, "Light me another, Vinnie, and one for Dylan and yourself too." I don't want another cigarette but I'm kinda busy getting fucked at the moment, and it's feeling especially arousing because it's my old buddy Dodger, all grown up now, doing the fucking. So what the fuck, I don't object to the cigarette. It's simpler to just take the damn thing between my lips when Vinnie holds it out to me. Dodger humps against my buttocks dominantly and then grinds his hips in sort of a circle creating activity on my prostate, asking, "How's it feel, Dylan?" I am trying telling him it feels good, but I go, "Ooooh, yeaaah," instead. He blows some more cigarette smoke my way as he's pulling his cock back then driving it right back in, and then he does it again with my head straining back as I moan from the sexual sensations coming from my rectum. Leaving his cock up my ass, he says, "Vinnie, push that ashtray over a little closer to me." I groan as Dodger leans over to dump his ash in the ash tray, then straightens up and hump his hips a half dozen times with me squirming under him feeling a little submissiveness descending over my brain. It's because of Dodger's implied assumption I'll patiently wait until he feels like steadily fucking me. His starts and stops are frustrating. He grips my hips now and does another half dozen fast thrusts, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," then stops, fully impaling me, then he starts and stops again, saying, "This is feeling so good I want it to last," then, "Here, Vinnie, take my cigarette butt and light me another one." I'm squeezing my ass muscles to increase the sensations in my rectum as Dodger just stands there with his cock up my ass waiting for his tenth cigarette of this fuck. I pull my ass forward and then push back sliding on his cock. He, "SMACKS!" my ass, "Stop that," and a little deeper submissive feeling accompanies a quiet whine of arousal from me. Precum drips from my cock and makes a quiet, "Splat" on the floor. I take a deep breath then try encouraging him to get on with it, "It feels fantastic, Dodger, um, I was wondering though if your ever gonna do any serious fucking?" Exhaled smoke surrounds my head as Dodger's ignores me, telling Vinnie, "Get back down beside Dylan, Vinnie." Vinnie gets on his hands and knees next to me as another "Splat" of my precum hits the floor. Vinnie says, "You're dick's leaking, Dylan." Dodger pulls his cock back and I answer Vinnie with, "Mmmm, ooh, ooh," as Dodger pushes his cock in faster this time and then he does it ten or twelve times as now my climax starts to build. I moan, "Oooh, Dodger," and get another, "Smack," on my ass before he starts fucking me steadily and I can see in my head Dodger standing behind me casually thrusting his hips as he drags off his cigarette, maybe planning what he's going to have for dinner. The "Slap, slap, slap," sounds ring in my ear and after two minutes I'm pushing back at his thrusts and moaning constantly as finally I hear the first sound of arousal from Dodger, "Mmmm, aaah, yeah." Sensations from his sensitive cock are beginning to take control of his brain. Smoke all around us as Dodger gets a hand on each of my shoulders now and for the next couple of minutes really slams his cock up my ass pulling me back into him as he humps his hips thrusting that hard fat boner up my ass. I feel my impending orgasm building and it's obvious now I'm going to blow my load momentarily. My hard cock starts pulling away from my belly and I moan, "Aaah, aah, umm, umm, feels good, aah," then it's on me hard as black dots dance before my eyes, and with my back arching and me squealing cum streams from my cock just missing my chin to arc and then splatter on the floor a few feet in front of me. With my muscles contracting I shoot a few more strings of cum from my quivering boner, dizzy from an overloaded sensory explosion in my brain. Dodger pulls his boner out before my last spurt of jism hits the floor. He jams it up Vinnie's ass as the lips of my asshole get a little spastic. I sigh as a few more drools of cum roll down my cock and pool around my nuts. Oh what I'd give to have Dodger's cock inside me a while longer. It was kind of a weird climax although a sexy one. Weird mostly because of Dodger's quick withdrawal, but I suppose he's ready to climax himself and he wants to do it inside his boyfriend. Considerate of him. My shoulders shudder again as all around my groin nerve ending are sputtering and sparking and then all too quickly fade away. Stroking my cock a few times I'm wondering why this orgasm was more sexually stimulating than my earlier one, especially considering it is my second orgasm of the afternoon. I don't know, it just hit me right somehow. Damn, that was hot! Not a very big orgasm, but awesomely scintillating. Vinnie's moaning and rocking back and forth on his hands and knees as the fast, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of their bodies colliding tells me it's a fast hard fuck without me even needing to look back at Dodger. Vinnie's eyes are closed and his head's back as he's evidently feeling his climax getting ready to explode. Dodger pounds his cock inside Vinnie's rectum, his cigarette clamped between his teeth and hazy smoke all around us. He had his cock up my ass earlier this afternoon too, but not for very long. Instead it was me who fucked him when he had his cock inside Vinnie's ass. I had a really good climax doing that too, but the climax I just had was hotter and that's an indication of how much better I like being a 'bottom' than a 'top'. Dodger fucking me just now gave me a really gooey-feeling orgasm with just a touch of submissiveness near the end. Hmmm, Dodger and me have gotta get in 'on' a few more times in Fort Lauderdale. Maybe I can get that submissive thing going for me if it's just Dodger fucking me. Yeah, but him going from Vinnie's ass to mine was uber hot too. This has been a damn good afternoon and I'm liking the possibilities of a few encores next week. Vinnie's still breathing hard as is Dodger. The, "Slap, slap, slap," continue along with grunts and gasps until Vinnie goes, "Aaaah," humps his hips with cum shooting out his long hard penis. It's a creamy stream of spunk off to the side again. Dodger pumps his cock back and forth in Vinnie's ass as Vinnie's stroking his cock moaning quietly, but now his head's hanging down between his arms as he absorbs the sexiness of his latest orgasm. Dodger gasps, still thrusting in Vinnie ass, and then he goes, "Aaaaaarhggg," his crotch tight against Vinnie humping against his buttocks, obviously having his climax. Then some wild extra thrusting almost knocking Vinnie flat on the floor with Dodger's cum splattering around a little as he slams into Vinnie with cum drooling out of Vinnie's ass. It's a little messy until Dodger pulls his cock out, still hard but it's extra shiny now that it's coated with his own cum. He takes two deep breaths, then with his chest heaving, he gasps, "Stay there, Dylan," and his cock slides back up my ass. I'm like, "Ooooh, yeaaah," and Dodger fucks me for another minute or two before pulling out, mumbling, "I thought I had another little spurt of cum in my balls." and, "SMACK!" on my ass as he chuckles, "You two are the very best!" I'm still aroused by all of this and kinda in a daze staring at Dodger's still firm, slimy cock, as he asks, "What? You want a taste of this, Dylan?" He walks around in front of me as I sit back on my ankles. "I dare you, Dylan," and in somewhat of a weird trance I reach over and take his cock in my fingers, then suck it into my mouth." Vinnie says, "I'd do that too, Dodger." And oh, yeah, now I feel a dreamy submissive sensation finally slide over me as I suck strange substances off his cock. Dodger rubs my head saying, "That's awesome, Dylan, cleaning my cock for me like this. You know what, we need to be in the same room in Fort Lauderdale." Then he adds, "Hell, we don't even need to be in the same room as long as there's two rooms." Vinnie like, "Ya didn't think six guys would be in one room, did ya?" and Dodger says something that I don't pay attention to so I can savor this submissive sensation, but their talking is slowly ruining my submissive sense so I take his cock out of my mouth, unfulfilled submissive-wise, but still I had two hot climaxes this afternoon, so I'm good. Dodger's stroking his cock, mumbling, "That was damn ballsy of you, Dylan. Sucking a cock that's been working inside two rectums. We're gonna have some fun next week, huh?" As with any recreational sex, done properly, when it's over it's over. Over except for talking about it, laughing and mocking each other's exclamations and squeals when we climaxed. That's going on as we clean-up spunk from the floor and off our asses and dicks. Then wash our face and hands, patting each other on the back congratulating one another for a hot three-way sex-a-thon. Vinnie and me are insisting that next time he and I flip a coin to see who tops since Dodger 'topped' this time. Such childishness! I don't know why I put up with it. No hugs and kisses goodbye, just bump fists saying, "Dude!" or "Don't let your pepperoni get lonely," or whatever. The last word before Vinnie and Dodger leave is from me. "Chubby and I will see you guys later tonight. Don't drink all the fucking beer before we get there." The door slams and it's silent in here now. I flop on the sofa lengthwise feeling pretty good, then wonder if three-ways are what I need to start eliminating from my casual sex. Ryan might think so, but it's not like it's a one and done situation. Dodger, Vinnie, and I have had other three-ways so I can't imagine Ryan would expect me to eliminate an established side-sex activity. I know Robby won't give it a thought because his brother was involved, not that I'd bring the topic up anyway. I mean, Robby actually told me whatever Dodger and I do during his brother's leave is okay with him as long as he doesn't have to hear about it. I'm not positive Ryan would feel the same way though so it's best that I don't burden him with this afternoon's activities either. Huh, ten weeks this summer with Ryan... yeah, and what are the chances I'll have any side-sex during that time. I'm thinking it might be as high as zero chances. That's something I hadn't considered until this very moment. Disturbing thought. Out on the balcony I'm looking out over the parking lot for our Jeep to see if Chubby's back from the mall yet. Don't see it so I text him and he texts back indicating he and Connor are just leaving the mall now. Two hours at the mall? Huh, they must have run into someone they know. Back in my bedroom I look at the cloud of cigarette smoke drifting slowly towards the fan. That's a problem so I get a can of air freshener and spray it all around the room. Smelling my arm I think I probably smell like smoke so what I should do right now is take a shower, and that's exactly what I do. Drying off in the bathroom I'm looking at myself in the mirror studying the tight burr haircut Ryan gave me. Chubby's got one just like it and I said I was cool with mine, but now I'm not so sure. Dodger's and Vinnie's preppy, but dorky haircuts, are actually kinda cool. Retro, sort of, and now Manny wants a haircut like that too. Ha ha the pompadour is also kinda corny-cool. I may need to put my foot down with Ryan about the haircuts. What the fuck, he came back from Georgia with a preppy haircut too. He says he got it to please his dad, but I'm thinking he needs a pompadour to finish the 'look'. Heh heh. You know what... my hair's too nice to be so short all the time. Robby's got the right idea. Not a ponytail necessarily, although I've never had one, but at least have hair long enough to show off the two-tone blond color that's basically sexy and awesome. I'm shortchanging myself by not presented my best appearance. Longer hair would add to my good looks, and I'm not being conceited so much as I'm going along with what everyone says. Yeah, no more of Ryan's burr haircuts for me and by the end of this college year my hair will have grown back to an acceptable length and I won't look like a Marine recruit when I go to Georgia... if I go to side-sex-less Georgia. I'm wearing all my cool bling tonight including the hot earrings Willie bought me in Key West, my David Yurman cross necklace and the leather bracelet, both of those being gifts from Willie too, along with my $350.00 sports watch. I've got Robby's friendship ring on the ring finger of my left hand and the birthday ring from Chubby on the ring finger of my right hand. A cool hoodie from Key West, slim jeans with my Nike swoosh sneakers complete my outfit for this night's activities. That's right, I'm bad! Heh, heh, yeah, but I better brush my teeth after all the smoking we did. After that I go up to Chubby's condo and let myself in. Walking through his bedroom to his bathroom I see Chubby with a towel around his waist staring at himself in the mirror. He glances at me with his special smile, saying, "Hiya, bro, you are looking gooood!" I ask, "Wha'cha looking for?" He goes, "I thought I saw something growing on my upper lip, but I think it was a shadow." I'm like, "Oh, ya know our dad wasn't a hairy guy, Chub. Mom said he didn't have any facial hair at all, and none on his body that you'd notice." He goes, "How'd, um, why'd your mom bring that up?" I shrug, "Because I asked her," and he blurts out a laugh, "The things that come outta your brain and then your mouth." I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" and he says, "Dad was seventeen when he died and, um, oh never mind it's not important, but most guys wouldn't ask their mom if their dad has body hair." I go, "Oh, why not?" and he gives me a hug, "Forget about it and let me show you what I bought at the mall." We walk into his bedroom, avoiding clothes and sneakers scattered on the floor. He grabs a bag from Macy's and dumps the clothes be bought on his unmade bed. Two pairs of skinny jeans, exactly like I'm wearing, and a sleeveless t-shirt almost identical to the one I bought last year, plus a hoodie sweatshirt. He goes, "I'm wearing the hoodie with the t-shirt underneath and these slim jeans." I go, "You made fun of my slim jeans when I first wore them," and he goes, "Did I? I don't remember that." I'm like, "We'll look like twins with the same clothes on." He says, "Nonsense, you're taller than me." He drops the towel from around his waist and looks in his bureau for underpants, finally choosing a pair of jockey shorts. I mumble, "I'm wearing boxers," so he laugh, smirks at me, and drops the jockey shorts on the floor to pull boxer shorts out of the drawer. He puts them on and finishes getting dressed wearing a white sock on one foot and a blue one on the other. I ignore that, saying, "You didn't give me a hug and a kiss hello." He stops getting dressed, hugs me and kisses me on the lips, then finishes getting dressed, saying, "Just gotta comb my hair and I'm ready to go." I ask, "What hair?" and he goes, "Oh yeah, I'm ready to go now." We go out the front door as I'm holding up my key to the Jeep, "I wanna drive." Chubby says, "Are you sure? We need gas and whoever's driving always buys the gas." We're walking down the steps with me saying, "I had to fill it up the last time I drove it, remember?" he goes, "Sure, I remember. I was the one who was considerate enough to tell you we were on empty. Wouldn't want you running out of gas in the middle of route 114," and I'm like, "So you drove the Jeep for a week with the gas I bought, and now it's on empty again," he nods, "Uh huh." I blurt out a laugh, "I'll drive anyway," and he says, "I'm just kidding you, I filled the tank before going to the mall with Connor." I drive to the restaurant promising myself I'm not going to say anything about the empty beer cans, McDonald fast food wrappers, sticky soda cups, and other debris in the front and back of the Jeep. Then as I'm parking, I can't help myself, asking, "Did someone empty a trash can in our car?" He looks cutely innocent, "Whaddaya mean?" and I laugh and rub his head, "Lets see what's up with the moms, bro." Inside there's a new receptionist or whatever you call the person at the front desk. She's an attractive woman of about thirty-five with big hair a shade of red that nature couldn't possible be responsible for, and too much makeup. She asks, "Reservations for...?" and Chubby says, "We don't have a reservation," and she dismissively says, "Sorry boys, we're booked solid," and looks past us to a couple who followed us in. Chubby looks at them too, then says to the unnatural redhead, "Um, we're dining with a couple of hot waitresses who work here," then to the couple in back of us, he gives a big phony smile, saying, "She'll be with you in a minute." The receptionist starts to say something, but Tris comes over and intervenes hugging both of us around the neck, kissing us both, saying to reds, "These are Dee's and my sons. Aren't they handsome?" and she walks us back to the table set up near the door to the kitchen. She's talking the whole time telling us about someone named Mabel who had a miscarriage and now all the girls, meaning the middle aged waitresses, are totally upset about it. Chubby and I exchange looks rolling our eyes and then my mom walks by us with a tray of drinks, saying, "Don't you two look adorable with your Marine haircuts. You look like identical twins." We get seated and Tris says, "Look at the menus, we're running a little late, but I'll be back in a minute or so" and Chubby says, "If Mabel were here you'd probably be right on time," not adding what I'm thinking, which is: right on time for the first time ever. The moms are always late no matter what they're suppose to be doing. It's a women's thing having to do with makeup and hair I suppose. I pick up the menu as Chubby says, "Our moms are looking good, huh, bro?" I go, "Yeah, they always look good, especially considering they're both thirty-seven. Is that middle age?" Chubby goes, "I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking middle age probably starts at age fifty," and I go, "What the fuck? Who the hell lives to a hundred! Middle age must be somewhere between forty and forty five." He shrug as a waitress comes up, asking, "What can I get you boys to drink?" Chubby says, "We'll both have something made with bourbon. Saturday nights is bourbon night." She does a waitress's little laugh, saying, "Neither one of you sweet things is twenty-one. Dee or Tris would have mentioned that if you were." Chubby goes, "Now look here, we're both in the Marines serving our country, ready to give our life in the defense of freedom. We'll be twenty-one in two weeks, so what kind of drinks do ya have that involves bourbon?" She makes a face like she wants to say, 'Bullshit to that,' but Chubby jumps in with, "Ask Dee or Tris if you don't believe us military personnel. We're on a much needed leave from the war. War is hell, ya know." She says, "I've heard that. Okay, you win. We've got Old Fashions, Whiskey Sours, Manhattans, and..." I go, "Two whiskey sours, please." She writes it down, then points her ballpoint pen at us, grinning, "You two are the cutest things ever," and Chubby and I give her big phony smiles, then she's off to put in our drink order. Chubby says, "I knew this haircut would come in handy," and I'm like, "She didn't believe a word you said." He goes, "So what, I outlasted her. Jesus, look how busy it is in here tonight." I'm back to looking at the menu, "They have prime rib of beef again tonight, Chub. It comes with that creamy horseradish sauce and twice baked potato and a salad instead of the broccoli." Chubby rarely looks at a menu. He just gets whatever I order. They also have calves liver on the menu and I always consider ordering that to see if he still says what he always says, which is: 'Huh, I think I'll have exactly what my beloved brother just ordered. Thank you so much'. Or something like that. I don't think he even pays attention to what I order. Of course I'm not passing up prime rib carved off a standing rib roast to test my calf's liver hypothesis. Fuck that! This table we're at was set up here against the wall next to the kitchen door just for us. Normally the waitresses eat at the waitress table in the kitchen. We've sat here before, but a paying customer would pitch a bitch about all the comings and going out of the kitchen. We talk about our day with me skipping over a few minor details and Chubby telling me that he and Connor ran into girls at the mall. Girls Chubby knows from high school and the four of them went to the food court for sodas. He describes how one of the girls was all over Connor in his camouflage Army outfit. She leaned on him and wore his hat. Chubby says Connor's face almost caught on fire he was blushing so much. Connor does get awfully flustered around girls, but then he blushes around just about everybody. I haven't spent enough time with him to see how the Army experience might have changed him, but I will in the coming week. I love that kid. Our waitress is back with our drinks. Her name is Chrisie. Cute name! She says, "I couldn't find Dee or Tris so if I get in trouble because I'm serving you alcoholic beverages, I'm going to be so mad at you two." Chubby goes, "Don't give it a second thought, Chrisie, and you might as well back us up with the whiskey sours while you've got a minute." She laughs, "While I've got a minute? Honey, this is Saturday night and I'm running my buns off." Chubby taste his drink, deadpanning, "This has turned sour! I think it's past it's used-by date." She laughs again and takes off. I shake my head at Chubby as my mom sits down, then gets up to hug each of us again kissing the sides of our foreheads, saying, "It's so good to be having dinner with you two again." I go, "Mom we had dinner together two weeks ago." She says, "Oh you! You know what I mean." Dee sits down then looking harried, "It's a mad house tonight and it's still early." I go, "Yeah, Tris, I was wondering who goes out to dinner at five-thirty?" My mom says, "Phil has a senior's dinner special he's trying out. Dinners before six o'clock are twenty-five percent off regular prices. A lot of seniors tonight and some of them came in as early as four-thirty. Plus there a baby shower on the other side of the room with thirty woman. It's not normally like this." The moms can't drink on duty so they have iced tea as we tell them about our plans for spring break. Then Chubby says, "By the way, this isn't a very good whiskey sour. What's up with that?" and the moms just look at each other, then Tris says, "You boys are so clever fooling Chrisie like that, but why the short haircuts?" Chubby says, "I got mine to be like Dylan," and I say, "A friend of mine gave me this haircut," as if that explains it. Then Chrisie comes over to take our order and surprise, surprise she has two more whiskey sours. As she sets then down she says, "Phil says no more drinks for you two unless you have awesome fake ID," and all three ladies laugh like that's the funniest thing they ever heard. Chubby goes, "Oh, that, Phil!" like he even knows who he is. The moms order salads and I order the prime rib medium rare, then Chubby says what he usually says, getting exactly what I ordered. When Chrisie leaves with our orders mom says, "We're really sorry we need to rush tonight, but the thirty people for the baby shower was last minute and they ordered separately. Usually for a group that size we have a set menu and a fixed price." Chubby goes, "And Mabel's not working tonight of all nights." My mom looks startled, "How do you know about Mabel, Jeffrey?" It goes like that for awhile. Actually Chubby's right, the whiskey sours aren't very good because they're made from a bottled mix and not fresh squeezed orange juice and lemon with sugar water or whatever goes in a whiskey sour. We had freshly made ones, not a pre-mixed drink, someplace in Wildwood last year and they were delicious. The moms quiz us on how we're doing at college naturally, and we tell them the good parts. Then Chubby goes, "Hey, where are Rider and Bud? I thought they were eating with us." Mom says, "Yes, they were suppose to," and Tris says, "I called them and canceled because of the baby shower people. We knew we'd be rushed." And we talk about the twin fiancés for awhile. They apparently just took on a big new client and they've been working like sixty hours a week. Chubby goes, "Excellent, it's looking more and more like Dylan and I are in for new convertibles for graduation presents from our step dads. When's the wedding?" The moms giggle at that, but there is no date set yet for the joint wedding although they've been talking about the first of next year. Our dinners arrive which the moms quickly eating and apologizing again for needing to rush and insisting we take our time. I feel bad for them, but sometimes things just don't work out as you plan. They've been working at this restaurant since they were teenagers and they're conscientious about their responsibilities. A lot like Robby in that regard, but Chubby and I are conscientious in whatever job we have too. We just don't go nuts with it, you know, until we start a career after college. Anyway I'm probably going to be working for Robby until we start a family, and when that is hasn't been determined as of the last time I talked with Robby about it. While the moms finish as much of their salads as they normally eat, which is a little over half, we tell them what we know of the Army boys. The moms would love to see them so Chubby says we'll invite them to brunch tomorrow. After more hugs, kisses, and head rubs the moms go back to work. Chubby and me are only half done our dinner so we eat the rest as we're planning a big brunch tomorrow. We're going to stop off at Stop & Shop to grocery shop before we meet the rest of the guys at Robby's. The dinner is awesome and we get vanilla cake with vanilla icing for desert. The mom's asked the pastry chef to make the cake especially for us. Nice touch! As we drink coffee and eat two slices of cake each we talk about how lucky we are to have moms like ours. They've let us live our lives pretty much the way we wanted from an early age. Sure it was from necessity mostly, but also because we earned their trust by never getting into any trouble that they knew about. We took care of our problems ourselves while they've provided us with a nice place to live, food, and clothing. They always attended out parent/teachers stuff and have shown us love and unquestioned support of whatever we wanted to do, plus Wildwood family vacations every year. They've worked six days a week for the better part of twenty years and never once complained about it, always cheerful and bubbly and fun to be with. We have no complaint. Before we leave the restaurant we thank them for dinner telling them their great moms and getting more, hugs, kisses, and head rubs before we can escape. Chubby and I have a little buzz from the whiskey sours, but we're far from drunk as I drive us to Stop & Shop. We plan the menu on the way, and we're also very excited about our upcoming adventure for spring break. That's the thing about life, ya never know what's waiting for you just around the corner. We'll find out though... won't we? to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com ======================================================== Hoping some readers may be interested, there are three books of mine published and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for next to nothing. The books are under ten dollars. Three book about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. Please at least check them out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can be found in some detail there. Thank you. Donny Mumford ============================================ Please consider a tax deductible donation of any size to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this ginormous free story site. Thank you very much. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html