Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2014 10:09:00 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Last Chapter (102) Part 1 of 2 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Last Chapter (102) Part 1 of 2 by Donny Mumford As soon as I step out of the Jeep, Seth's right here to give me a big hug. Over Seth's shoulder I see Robby waving and smiling at me. Seth runs his fingers over my head ruffling my short hair, saying, "Cool haircut, Dylan. I think I like it even better than your last one." I shrug, muttering, "Oh, thanks, Seth," I'm watching Robby say something to Lee and Terry, and then the three of them jog over to us near the Jeep and give me a big greeting with hugs, asking me, 'How ya feeling, buddy?' and saying, "Great to see you, Dylan." For him, Robby actually gets a little wild and crazy and gives me as peck on the cheek in front of everyone. I was feeling all squirmy inside from just seeing Robby, so the peck on my cheek is a bonus. Ever since he proposed to me telling me he'll be the head of our household he's become like my hero. Chubby stands next to me smiling, being happy for me. I noticed Chubby had beer on his breath when he picked me up and all these guys have the same thing. They've obviously been pounding down the suds for quite awhile before I got here, but the thing I notice the most is the awesomely warm greeting from the guys making me feel really good all over. As a matter of fact, because I always get too emotional, my eyes tear up because I'm touched that the guys are so glad to see me. None of the tears roll down my cheeks though, and thank God for that. I squeeze Robby's shoulder as we stare at each other, then Chubby calls Robby over to show him something. Lee gooses me and I'm like, huh? Then, looking back at him with a grin on my lips, he says, "Hey, dude, you and me never did get together this summer for some hanky panky, not even once. Damn, I missed my chance, but maybe not." I kid him, saying, "You're nothing but a big cock tease for us gay guys, Lee. I for one was hoping all summer you were lying about being straight." He squeezes the back of my neck and pulls me into his side, laughingly saying to the guys, "If we didn't have Dylan on our crew we'd have to make him up." Lee's a strong dude, let me tell ya. Everyone chuckles and I get more pats on my back and a few new hugs, and it's all very cool. We all start drifting toward the big crowd on the blacktop where there's rock music's playing and the smell of charcoal fires grilling hamburgers and chicken in the air. Robby's gets his arm across my shoulders and leads me to off to the side and It makes my dick move in my boxer shorts. I'm leaning into him as he's quietly telling me, "It's no problem now, Dylan, but I see you got another haircut from someone other than me. That ends as of now, okay? Back at college it'll be either me or Ryan cutting your hair, right?" I go, "Oh sure, Robby, I know that. Um, well, that's if Ryan is in our threesome." Robby laughs, "I don't see anyway he won't be." We're still a few steps away from the group, so I ask. "Why so positive Ryan wants to be in the threesome again?" Robby shrugs, "He's only told me he does about ten times in emails and texts. He even forwarded your text to me, promising me he means what he said in his reply to you." I frown, feeling hurt, "Um, he forwarded you what I texted him?" Robby goes, "Yeah, I know that's bad form on his part and I told him no more of that shit. If I see him trying to put you in a bad light it'll be him that suffers the consequences. Nobody gets between you and me." I mutter, "Yeah, Rob, but I can't believe he did that." I also can't believe I just called him 'Rob'. Ryan's getting in my head already. As I adjust my junk, Robby says, "Ryan's desperate for me to include him in our new threesome so I guess by sending me your text he thought he was sucking up to me. Heh heh, I don't mind you twins sucking up to me, but not at each other's expense. I won't put up with that from either of you." My dick moves in my shorts again, as I mutter, "Okay, Rob," then get pissed off at myself all over again, saying real low, "I mean, Robby." He grins, "Either one is fine with me, baby." I'm not starting an argument about it, but I don't really see us getting any additional benefit from the threesome. I mean, Robby already made his point to me last spring. He squeezes my shoulder looking me in the eyes, "It'll be good for all three of us, Dylan, trust me." I reluctantly nod my head feeling jealous that Robby's actually going through with the twin boyfriend thing again. It's funny, but when it was just conversation earlier this summer the threesome sounded kinda interesting and I actually encouraged it, but now that the time to do it is here, I'm not feeling it anymore. Maybe that's because Ryan's rejected me, but that still doesn't change the fact that I don't know what more I could do to prove my love to Robby. Well, after I cut back on the side-sex, then maybe Robby will realize the threesome isn't unnecessary. Hmmm, he is the head of our household though, so ya know, he'll decide. One of the supervisors calls to Robby and he waves at the guy, telling me, "I'll catch up with you in a couple of minutes, Dylan." He pats my shoulder and then walks over to meets with the other supervisor. I see them bump fist and then laugh about something. Chubby calls to me from the beverage coolers, "Ya wanna grab a beer, bro," and with Seth grinning at me, then walking close by my side, we head over to Chubby. There are four big coolers full of beer and sodas on ice. Between us and the coolers I see Mister Dickers going from group to group glad-handing everyone, and probably telling them all they did a good job this summer. Before we get our beers Mister Dickers comes over and pats Chubby on the back, saying, "Ah, I see you've lured missing in action, Dylan, from his sick bed." Chuck-the-asshole is with him, glaring at me. Mister Dickers puts his arm across my shoulders now, and asking how I'm feeling and I tell him, "Great, I'm doing good, thank you," and he says, "Well, I know you were missed by your crew because Rob felt he had to hire three people to replace you." He's grinning and except for Chuck-the-asshole the guys chuckle at that, although it's not all that funny. I don't know what to say, so ya know, it's a little awkward. I blush as Chuck just stares at me without smiling or saying anything. With a pat on my back and a mumbled, "Nice to see you're up and about again, Dylan," Mister Dickers and Chuck-the-asshole drift over to another group on their way to say something nice to everyone. It's surprising he can remember everyone's name... it looks like there's a hundred or so people out here. Seth asks, "What kind of beer do you want, Dylan?" I look at the coolers and see there's a wide variety of beers, then shrug, "Whatever you're drinking." He grabs two cans of Budweiser and pulls the tab on one, then hands it to me. We tap cans together, muttering, "Cheers." and then walk over to join our crew at one of the picnic tables set-up on the blacktop for the cook-out. Chubby's already got his can of beer and he and Lee are in a contest to see who can drink their can of beer the fastest. They're being egged-on by Terry, who's drinking a can of Coke. I'm thinking Lee doesn't have a chance to beat Chubby because my brother can open his throat and let the beer roll down without swallowing, although I don't know how the fuck he does it. Lee's adam's apple is bobbing as he swallow gulp after gulp as fast as he can, but Chubby slams the empty can on the picnic table first, saying, "Five bucks, Billy Lee." "Fuck, Jeffrey, you never swallowed, dude, that's not fair," as he digs five one dollar bills out of his pocket and throws them at Chubby. Chubby's smirking at Lee while picking the dollars up off the table and shoving them in his pocket, then he does a long loud exaggerated burp that gets everyone chuckling. Chubby and Lee go back for another beer with Lee still gulping down his first one. I'm thinking Chubby's probably going to tie a load on tonight. I ask Seth, "How long have you guys been drinking?" He goes, "Some of the guys started when we were cleaning the equipment. It was Jeff who grabbed a can first, and before you know it everyone is drinking beer as we work. Robby shook his head at us, but didn't say anything and I'll tell you, the beer made the equipment cleaning much less of a pain in the ass." Taking a swallow of beer and happy to be out of my sick bed, I glance around and spot Derrick in the crowd. What the fuck? He's Chuck Tanner's son, also known as Chuck the asshole. Robby fired Derrick's ass early in the summer after a fist fight. I nudge Seth, "What's he doing here?" Seth looks in the direction I'm looking, and ask, "What's who doing here?" I go, "Oh, that's right, you weren't hired yet. That big guy standing with Chuck Tanner is Chuck's son. He was on our crew until he started a fight with Robby and Robby fired him. As the summer moved along the firing has become an unspoken bone of contention between Tanner and Robby. The contention seems to have spilled over to include me because I jumped into the fight." Seth mutters, "That can't be good. Firing your bosses son, jeez! Rob's got a set of nuts on him." I say with emphasis, "He had no choice! He couldn't let one of his crew challenge his authority, especially so early in the summer. I like to know why that prick is here." Robby's back at our table talking to Chubby so I join them. My brother grins at me giving my hand a squeeze making me grin back at him, then I ask Robby, "Did you know Derrick Tanner is here?" Robby looks around, "Um, no, I didn't. What the fuck?" I go, "Yeah, that's the same thing I thought. I mean, this isn't a family barbecue, it's for us workers." Robby mutters, "Shit, Chuck and I already have a shaky relationship, at best, so I don't want any of you guys talking to Derrick. Let sleeping dogs lie." Chubby says, "Well, if that asshole says anything to me it better not be something negative about any of us. If it is, he and I are going to have a worse than 'shaky' relationship, and fuck old man Tanner. He works for your father, Robby, not the other way around." Robby goes, "Yeah, obviously, but I don't want trouble. Dad's throwing this barbecue and I can't imagine a fight breaking out is what he has in mind. These company outings are intended to bring all the employee closer, like a family." Chubby mumbles, "Families have fights," and Robby goes, "Please, Chubby." Chubby shrugs, "Sure Robby, just saying...". We sit around the picnic table drinking beers, smoking cigarettes, and reminiscing about stuff that happened on the job during the summer. The stories are embellished until they're much funnier than the actual incidences were when they happened. Lots of laughs and then more laughs when we spend some time remembering some of Chubby and Lee's funnier routines at lunch. I'm referring to the times they made up questions for one another, usually with a sexual overtone, and then the other one would use foul language giving his answer. Both the questions and the answers were made-up by them on the spot. When we've pretty much laughed ourselves out, we all wander over to get some food. As it turns out we're the last picnic table to pile our plates with food. Robby gets everyone a fresh beer and we eat while cracking wise-ass comment about each other. Breaking each other's balls is par for the course, always done humorously of course. I'm feeling oddly close to all the guys knowing this will likely be our last time together as a group. Everyone gets a second plate of food just as the lights go on with darkness settling in. Lee pounds down another beer before any of the rest of us is done the beer Robby got us to drink with dinner. After eating I'm at the cooler when Terry drifts over. We bump fists with me going, "Hey, Terry, wassup?" He says, "Oh, not much. I just wanted a minute alone with you to say thank you." I go, "Whaddaya mean, what for?" and he's like, "Um, I got off to a really rocky start on the job treating you like shit. You let it slide off your back and I appreciate that. Then the free haircut you gave me and the, um, other thing. It made me feel really good, like I've been accepted on the crew or something." I shrug, "No problem, Terry. I'm just happy it worked out for everybody and, ya know, I didn't want you quitting. Robby was experiencing too much turn over in his crew the first month of the summer." Terry cracks open a can of beer, saying, "It'd be more likely I'd get fired than quit. I never feel comfortable in new situations, like beginning a new job, and so what I do to compensate is try to prove I'm a tough guy. In actuality it's more like I'm trying to prove I'm an asshole, I guess, but you defused that and I thank you. It's turned out to be a awesome summer. Rob's the best boss I ever had and all the guys on the crew were great. It's been fun." We stand here drinking our beers with Terry going into details about, what he calls, his social disorder. It's a classic case of 'too much information' as far as I'm concerned, but I listen politely. He claims his shyness and lack of confidence makes it hard for him to initially connect with people. He says, "On the other hand, there's you, Dylan. I don't think I've ever met a guy like you who's friendly right from the start, even when I acted like an asshole to you. Um, you're special, Dylan, always willing to help someone with... whatever." I tell him, "Oh hell, Terry, it's not just me, all the guys are like that. Like I said, I'm real happy things worked out for you, and for all of us." He nods his head, "Me too," and I ask, "So then, how come you never asked me for another haircut?" He looks away, then says, "It wasn't because you're not a good barber, I'll tell you that much." I ask, "Why then?" Terry looks at me, "Because I didn't trust myself with you. I mean, heh heh, you're pretty fucking sexy, ya know. Ha ha, yeah, that's the truth of the matter and I was trying to concentrate on my girlfriend at the time too, so...." He chuckles, at himself I guess, as he adds, "For all the good it did me, she dumped me last week." I mutter, "Sorry to hear that," and he goes, "Ah, fuck it. I'm turning things around. I enrolled at community college and I've got another girl I'm gonna date. As a matter of fact we're going out tonight, so I'm good. My rents are cool with me living at home rent-free as long as I'm working a part time job while going to college, so it's all good." Huh, you never know what secret demons someone might be dealing with. Terry claims he doesn't feel comfortable making new acquaintances because he lacks confidence, and maybe to some degree that can be said for a lot of us. The thing is, Terry's a big strong guy and I don't normally associate that with being shy or lacking confidence, but there it is. We talk for a few more minutes until Seth comes over and says jokingly to Terry, "The fucking nerve of you, Terry, monopolizing Dylan like this. You need to share him." Terry grins, "He's all your's, Seth. Like I was telling Dylan, I got a date tonight. That's why I went light on the beers." I go, "What's your new girlfriend like?" Terry shrugs, "Don't know yet, it's our first date. I hate first dates too, ha ha. Actually I'm nervous as hell which is why I had the three beers here. Kind of a balancing act, ya know, enough beers for some false courage, but not so many I appear drunk." Being a big galoot like Terry apparently doesn't necessarily mean he's comfortable on a first date, although like I said, you'd think he would be. The three of us wander back to our crew's picnic table where Terry starts saying his goodbyes. There are lots of one arm hugs and pats on the backs and then Terry heads for the parking lot. Seth grins at me, "I've got something to tell you." I rub his shoulder, feeling real affection for him. He goes, "I did it, I made a date with my long-haired Online friend from the dating service. We're going out tomorrow night." I'm excited for him even as a weird feeling of jealous invades my brain. It's like... who the fuck is going out with my buddy, Seth? I fight off that jealous nonsense and act excited, "That's awesome, Seth. What's his name?" He says, "Jackie Bradley," and I go, "He's not a baseball player is he?" Seth chuckles, "No, not that Jackie Bradley Junior. My Jackie is white with lots of light red hair." I go, "Oh yeah, ask him if he wants a free haircut." Seth says, "Really? You'd do that?" I go, "Wait a second, is he cute?" Seth shrugs, "He's okay, but you might not think he's cute." I'm like, "Well, if you guys hit it off I'd like to meet him. Um, so, where are you guys going on the date?" He says, "Heh, heh, where else? We're going to the movies because that way we won't have to think up things to talk about there." I say, "My first boyfriend used to memorize stuff to say on our dates, so maybe you could memorize a joke or be like Chubby and have some off the wall factoids ready to drop into an awkward silent moment." He laughs, and then mumbles, "Yeah, I'm laughing at that, but you know damn well that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Thank for the idea." I pat his shoulder, "I'm happy for you," and he quietly says, "You know I love you, right? I love you whether you believe it or not. Do ya think we could, you know, do it some time tonight?" I swallow some beer, "Um, ah, I don't know, Seth. You mean for old time sakes?" He says, "No, for my sake." I grin, "You're awesome, Seth," and he leans against me, muttering, "How about it then?" I go, "It's a pretty damn good idea, if we get the chance to do it. And it won't be just for your sake either. We'll look for an opportunity." He goes, "Oh boy," grinning. At one of the picnic tables a game of beer pong has started up, so Seth and I drift over to watch. The game is being played by the other crew of part timers who are about our age. We didn't interact much with them all summer except to say, 'Wassup?' passing each other in the locker room, but Chubby's somehow ingratiated himself with them. He's like one of the boys there and he's got everyone laughing and patting him on the back. It's as if everyone in that crew has been buddies with Chubby all summer. They're calling him 'Jeff' or 'Jeffy' and it looks like he's the ring leader of the beer pong drinking game. Chubby's personality allows most guys to take an instant liking to him... it's like they've known him forever. You either have that talent or you don't, it's part of Chubby's DNA I suppose. Chubby and I grew up closer than anyone I know, but I've never been able to replicate his easy going way of interacting with everyone. He's very quick-witted and can get away with saying outrageous things that make guys laugh rather than get pissed off. He adds a 'y' or 'ie' to everyone's name when he meets them, or like with Lee, he'll call them a name they profess not to like. For example, initially Lee introduced himself as 'William' and Chubby right off goes, 'Nice to meet ya, Billy Lee'. Ha ha, but instead of getting pissed, Lee grinned and said, 'Likewise, Jeffrey'. Chubby knows about Seth's shyness so when he sees us watching the drinking game he pulls Seth over, saying to everyone, "Here's the king of beer pong, my homie, Seth. Show us how it's done, Seth." Okay, I admit, Chubby can't very well add 'y' or 'ie' to every name, for example 'Seth-ie' doesn't work, but it works with a lot of names. As luck would have it, Seth first ping pong ball toss goes right into a cup half full of beer. Everyone cheers and Seth's arms are in the air. Then Seth shrugs, blushes a bright red, and mutters, "Actually I suck at beer pong," but he's in the game now. A few minutes later Lee comes over and squeezes my shoulder, saying, "Tonight is my lucky night, Dylan." I go, "Oh?" and he's like, "Yep, I'm going to fulfill our wildest sexual fantasies about each other." I go, "My heart's aflutter, Lee, but I'll need another beer before something as exciting as that happens." He goes, "Me too, at least one, heh heh, and I've been pounding beers down all night working up the balls to do this." We drift over to the coolers. Looking back at the beer pong game, Lee saying, "You have one hot-shit brother there." I go, "Tell me about it, he was a hot shit when he was five years old too. He could make me laugh my ass off from a very early age. He's been a hot shit all his life." At the coolers we both grab a beer and pop the tops. Lee lights a cigarette and offers me one, so I mutter, "Thanks," and take one. He takes hold of my arm then and pulls me along, saying, "Lets sit down over there at that empty picnic table. I'm going to need some rest before I fulfill our fantasies." I go, "By all means." At the table Lee goes into his usual BS about how hot I am and how he's lusted after me all summer. If I didn't know better I might find myself getting sexually interested in him, but he's been bull shitting me all summer about him and me getting it on. Right from his first day on the job I thought he was a damn good looking guy and really sexy with his hot body and three day growth of whiskers. To get him off his BS rap though, I ask him, "I've been wondering, how do you maintain that consistent three day whisker-look? It's the same every day." He rubs his chin, asking, "Sexy, huh?" I shrug, and he says, "I use whisker clippers every couple of day." That's what I figured, unfortunately the change of subject doesn't work because he goes right back to his cock teasing, saying, "Hey, it's okay, gay boy, you can feel my whiskers, don't be shy," so I smirk at him and reach over to run my hand down the side of his face and under his chin. I swear to God I can feel my dick firming up. I mumble, "Yeah, sexy." He's looking into my eyes, then says, "Seriously, do you wanna do it? Do ya want me to give you a hot fuck?" I gulp, then do a fake cough, muttering, "You're such a tease, Lee." He takes hold of my wrist, the one with my hand at the side of his face, and he slowly pulls it down to the table. Holding my wrist, he goes, "I'm not teasing now, Dylan." I really can't tell with him, so I sorta smirk noncommittally. He says, "There's rules though, you'll need to do what I say." I ask, "Rules?" and he goes, "Let's be honest with each other, dude. I know you want me to fuck you, okay? And maybe I will, but first I need to tell you something..." I look at him, curious where he's going with this, and he adds, "In my car there's a pair of girl's panties that you'd need to wear, and a bra too." I chuckle. He ignores that and says, "The panties and bra are necessary so I can pretend you're a girl. It shouldn't be all that hard pretending that, I mean, hell, Dylan, you're prettier than my girlfriend." I gulp, then do a fake laugh, "You're too much, Lee. Ha ha, a bra and panties, huh?" He shrugs, saying, "I'll only do it if you're wearing those girlie items." I shrug, but I'm beginning to think he is indeed serious. We both drink some beer, then he points at me, saying, "Tell me something. Um, why is it you look horny all the time? And, um, with your fucking bedroom eyes and pouty lips, it's like you're inviting guys to have sex with you. What's that all about? It can be a little disconcerting for some of us, ya know?" I'm a little offended by that, so I'm like, "What the fuck ya talking about? I can't help how I look!" He says, "Listen, okay, I was only bull shitting you about me being hot for you all summer, just busting your balls with that, but here's the thing: this is the last time I'll see you, or any of you guys for that matter, and I'm half in the bag, so if you want to get fucked I'll accommodate you. What the hell, I'd like to find out what it's like fucking someone up the ass. What better ass than your's, ya know what I'm saying?" I rub under my nose with my forefinger, chuckling now, "Oh sure, Lee." To change the subject again, I ask, "How come you won't be working with us next summer?" He takes a last drag off his cigarette, then flicks it making it twirl in the air and somehow it lands behind him. He gives me a look and then swallows the rest of his beer. Staring at me hard now, he goes, "Let's cut the shit. Finish your fuckin' beer!" He said that real stern like too and my dick takes notice. I gulp down four big swallows of beer while we stare at each other. I'm almost positive he's serious this time, but I'm still leery about making a fool of myself in case he's kidding again, so I'm cautious. Lee stands up and grabs my biceps pulling me up roughly, muttering, "Ya need me to exert myself, is that it? Lets go." Damn, that's a hot move right there. As we're walking to the coolers he guides me along with his hold on my arm like he's a teacher taking me to the principle's office. I look over at him and he quietly says, "Here's the deal... we'll get another beer, then I'll tell ya why I won't be back working on the crew next summer, and after that we'll go to the parking lot and you'll get naked, and at the car you'll put on the girlie underpants and the bra, then lay in the back seat on your stomach with your pussy up in the air. That's your itinerary." He's serious, but I pretend he's full of shit and just busting my balls some more, as I say, "Oh, I see, what happens then?" Letting go of my arm, he says, "Stop fucking around, get me a beer and open it," so I go along with him. Popping the flip top, and then handing him the beer I grab one myself, as he says, "Lets go." I stand here looking at him with a questioning frown on my face as I gulp down some beer. Then I ask, "Um, you haven't told me why you won't be working with us next summer." He says, "Oh yeah, I forgot that. I'm going to a college in California, leaving next Tuesday, and I intend staying there next summer and getting some kind of a job on the beach. Okay? Now, I'm fucking serious, let's go." Gulping again, I still hesitate, wanting to be sure, "Um, no, you're joking, right?" He smiles, shakes his head, then grabs my arm with a tight grip and shakes me a little. "You say I'm a cock tease, but it's been you teasing me all summer. Now it's time for you to back it up." I shake my head, "No, you're wrong, I wasn't teasing you, Lee. You were joking around with me, so I joked around right back at you." He makes a face muttering, "That's such bull shit, but believe what you want, now I'm not teasing, and you're gonna get fucked." I glance over at the beer pong game and see that no one is paying any attention to us, then I look back at Lee with the same frown on my face. He raises his eyebrow in a questioning way, asking, "Well?" Desperately wanting to grope my junk, I resist that urge, but I can't think what to say. There's no reason I shouldn't do this. Side-sex is still very much in play, but I don't know... it feels weird somehow. Finally I look away from his steady gaze, stupidly muttering, "A bra and panties, huh?" He goes, "Yep, that's what ya gotta wear." The beginnings of a boner started-up a couple of minutes ago back at the picnic table when Lee got macho with me, and now I can feel my boner getting harder. I pull on the side of my pocket trying to get my firm cock to lay to the side. Lee glances down, puts his hand on my crotch lightly and rubs my boner. I swallow noisily, as he's nodding his head, knowingly. A fake cough from me, then I'm biting my bottom lip unsure of myself. He talks softly in a nice voice, "Only if you really want to do it, Dylan. I'm not a predator or anything like that. Truth is I've never fucked a guy in my life, but I'd like to try it, that's all there is to my story. It's not complicated, I seriously thought you wanted to, so how about it, hot pants?" Standing here with Lee gently squeezing my boner I can't think straight. I'm blushing and gulping because he's sexually exciting and hot; plus, in a week or so I'll be on my program of cutting back side-sex so I should take advantage of this while I can. I find it's hard to speak, but I manage to say, "Really?" He nods his head, then quietly says, "Yeah, Really. Please, you'd be doing me as big a favor as I'll be doing you. It's a win-win situation and I know how to fuck, believe me. This is a once in a lifetime experience for me and who better to have it with than you. I'm parked way over at the far end of the parking lot." Did he plan this ahead of time? The first thing he said to me tonight was sex related. Lee lets go of my cock and takes my hand to slowly bring it up to his face. He rubs my hand against the whiskers on his cheek, quietly muttering, "Please." It's so surreal I can feel myself drifting into a trance as I nod my head and we start slowly walking around the trailer that's temporarily being used by landscape designers until the company finishes the expansion of the main building. Lee leads us this way so no one will see us walking towards the parking lot. We're soon in darkness with the glow from the cookout's lights fading into the background. When we're out of sight Lee puts his arm around my neck and stops us. He gets his hand behind my head and pulls my face to his, muttering, "I've never done this before either," and his lips are on mine with his whiskers scratchy and sexy against my face. I kiss back automatically and he wraps me in his arms. Our tongues rub together as his crotch humps lightly against mine. When he breaks the kiss he licks my lips, then says, "Wow, with my eyes closed I could have been kissing some hot-kissing flat-chested girl." He gulps some of his beer, then says, "I'll hold your beer, you take your shirt off now." I hesitate, and he says in a sterner way, "Go ahead Goddammit, take your shirt off," so, in a hypnotic trance, I hand him my beer and pull my Polo shirt over my head. He says, "Give it to me and then take off your shorts, underpants too." I'm deep into it now as I do fast little breaths not caring about anything except feeling his cock up my ass. "Give me the shorts," he demands, and when I'm passing them to him he drops my underwear. Lee looks at them on the ground, then at me. Pointing at the underpants, he says, "Well, what are you waiting for? Pick it up." I do that as my cock tightens up harder. Naked except for the sandals on my feet, I stand here in the night. He hands my beer back to me and says, "Finish it," as he lights a cigarette. I chug the rest of the beer and he hands me his cigarette. It's badly lipped so I suck off his saliva as he lights another cigarette, then hands me my clothes, "You carry these." I take them as he feels my boner, then says, "Jeez, you shave your pubes! Do all fags, um, all gays do that?" I'm feeling weirdly calm as I mutter, "I don't know." He gives me a strange look, then reaches around and smacks my ass, asking, "Do you like that?" I nod my head, and he says, "I thought you would." He smacks my ass harder, "Slap!" and the slap sound rings out in the night air. Lee look behind us, but there's no one in sight, just crickets making their sound in the night. We can see just the lights from the cookout over the top of the parked cars. Lee looks back at me standing here in front of him, he nods his head, murmuring, "This will be good for both of us, Dylan. I'm thanking you in advance for this chance to satisfy my curiosity. You can thank me afterwards, now lets get going." His arm's around my waist pulling me against him as we silently walk to his car. My main concern at the moment is to keep this sexually induced moan of arousal that I'm presently feeling from slipping out of my throat and embarrassing me further. At his car, he goes to unlocks it, saying, "When I open the backdoor drop your clothes over the back of the passenger seat." He fumbles with the computerized car key, muttering, "The bra and panties are there on the back seat, they're compliments of my girlfriend. I told her what I was going to use them for and she got so turned on we fucked for a half hour, maybe longer." When he opens the backdoor of his car the overhead light doesn't go on. I glance at the light in the middle of the ceiling and he mumbles, "I took the bulb out." So, this isn't a spur of the moment thing for Lee. As instructed I toss my clothes onto the front seat and get in the back. I sit down on my bare ass feeling self conscious, but turned-on at the same time. Looking at him, Lee makes a face, then says, "Okay, slide over and I'll help you put your bra and panties on," and he gets in next to me. He looks at me and grins, "Hey, this is pretty cool, isn't it?" I look back at him without speaking, thinking that I might float off this fucking seat any second now. He shrugs, saying ,"Mary Beth suggested this," and he grips my chin, holding my face towards him as he reaches in the pocket on the door and pulls out a lipstick. He carefully applies the lipstick to my lips, then looks at his handiwork and smiles. Then he mutters, "Jesus, I can't believe this shit," and adds, "Turn to the side a little, Dylan," and when I do he fastens a bra across my nipples and then feels me up with both his hands. He takes a deep noisy breath, then nuzzles my neck with his face, muttering, "Your skin smells amazingly good," and he rubs his nose on my shoulder going, "Mmmm, nice." Letting go of me, he says, "Sit back now and let me look at you." I sit back gazing over at Lee. There's only the moonlight to see with, but I can see him okay so he can see me too. He licks his lips and my tongue comes out automatically, tasting the lipstick on my lips. It surprises me because I'm in such a deep trance I already forgot it was there. Lee then fumbles his cigarettes out of his pocket and lights two. Handing me one, he mutters, "Oh, um, I like to smoke when I fuck, or have any sex for that matter. You'll smoke too." He reaches over and gropes my bra-covered nipples again, then gropes his junk. "Jesus, this is hotter than I thought it would be. You look good in your bra and lipstick. Do you mind if I take a picture for my girlfriend." The bra is white with a ruffle around the cups that tickles my chest when he feels me up. Lee inhales off his cigarette and blows the exhaled smoke toward the front seats. My cock throbs and a quiet, "Mmmmm," slips out of my throat. "Yeah, me too, Dylan," he mumbles, I'm feeling it a little too," meaning my sexual induced moan, I suppose. He gropes one of my nipples again while stroking my boner with his other hand and I lean into him. Holding our cigarettes out between our fingers we kiss and soon my arms are around his neck with smoke from my cigarette drifting over his head. His whiskers and strong shoulders, his chest hair at the 'V' of his shirt, everything about him is so fucking hot and sexy. A once in a lifetime experience he said... yeah, I guess so. After a two minute make-out he breaks the kiss and I see his lips smeared with lipstick too. He mutters, "Oh, fuck," and takes a tissue from the pocket he dropped the lipstick back in. Wiping the lipstick off his lips, then off mine, he's mumbling, "It got smeared." Then he holds my chin again and reapplies my lipstick as my mind wanders to the time Willie did this same thing. "There" he says, "That's better." He pulls me across his lap then, which surprises me, but a bigger surprise... his cock is still mostly flaccid in his shorts under my boner. With cigarette smoke surrounding us he spanks me hard, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," real fast, then he sits me up again with my ass stinging. I stare at him silently as we both drag deeply on our cigarettes. He exhales, and says, "Put your panties on over your smacked ass now, Dylan. Cover your cock so I can pretend I'm giving anal sex to a girl." I struggle into too small pink panties with my boner bulging out the front of them, stretching his girlfriend's underwear. Lee takes his smart phone from his pocket, he's still fully dressed, and says, "Smile." I stare at him in a daze as he takes three pictures chuckling to himself, then he says, "Mary Beth bet me you wouldn't let me take your picture." His words are coming from someplace far away and it's hard to make out what he's saying. His hand goes inside my panties and he squeezes my butt cheek. Taking a deep breath, he gropes himself. Looking at me for a second, and with his lips parted, he says, "Um, I'm not getting a hard-on. I thought I would, I mean I'm aroused, but I'm not getting hard but it's no reflection on you, Dylan. Um, you'll need to help me." I drag on the cigarette one last time and he takes the butt from me, takes a drag off it, and dumps it out the window along with his butt, saying, "Take it out," meaning his cock I assume. Leaning over I unbutton his shorts and pull the zipper down. He's wearing boxer shorts so I use two fingers to fish his cock out through the zipper area. His penis is very fat and about as long as mine. It feels heavy in my fingers and it's partially boned-up now, but definitely not a boner, just like he said. Looking him in the eyes I stroke his cock a few times; then, as he lights another cigarette he goes, "Just hold on a second. I got the picture so we don't need the lipstick now. Lift your head," so I do and he wipes the lipstick off, mumbling, "I don't want that crap all over my dick." He wets his finger with spit and does a wipe across my lips, then more spit on his finger for a final wipe before he wipes his finger on a tissue. "Okay, Dylan, you're good to go. Suck my cock." Moving away a little so when I lean down my face is over his crotch, my fingers go in the boxer short's opening and pull his big nuts out. I lick them first getting under them near his asshole. My fingers felt a thick crop of pubic hairs around his cock and balls when they were in his underpants and I'd like to see that, but I'm feeling too submissive to ask if he'd pull his pants down. I suck the fat helmet head of his cock into my mouth and tongue it while making a low, "Mmmmm," moan of sexual arousal. Lee lifts his ass off the seat exhaling smoke that floats around my head, as he goes, "Whoa there, holy shit." Sitting his ass back on the seat he rubs my head, murmuring, "Good, Dylan. Suck more of it." Taking a couple of inches of the shaft in my mouth I suck on that with my lips as my tongue moves quickly all around the head. His cock firms up in about thirty seconds, the shaft's girth expanding as it gets real harder. It might be the fattest cock I've ever had in my mouth. I've got four inches of his heavy penis in my mouth now with the head of it poking the gag reflex area of my throat every time he humps his hips forward a little, but there's no way this fatty is gonna fit in my throat. Lee's grunting softly moving his ass on the seat and then, with his cigarette between his teeth, he gets both hands on the seat and lifts his ass up off the seat again, going, "Ooooh, mmmm, fuccccck." A large pearl of precum drools onto the back of my tongue and Lee pushes my head away. His cock is now a hard six inch log dripping with my saliva. "Mmmmm, oooh," from Lee, then he pushers my head back down on his boner and I lick it and suck it some more. More precum drools out and then a dry ash from his cigarette drops on the back of my neck. Lee wipes it off, then rubs my head, and says, "That's good, Dylan, mmmm, ooh, ooh, as he's lifting my head up roughly with a hand under my chin. I sit back against the seat as Lee strokes his cock, murmuring, "I never felt anything like that before. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." He glances over at me, nods his head, then mumbles, "I've got a boner now all right... heh heh. It's so hard the skin feels like it's going to fucking split." He pulls out two more cigarette, lights them, and passes one to me. I'm in a deep, but pleasant fog, enjoying the sexiness of everything. Lee has a lot of cock there to suck and doing it got me really hot and aroused. My boner has been leaking for a while now so the front of my pink panties is wet and sticky. I adjust my bra, it got a little twisted when I bent over. I'm adaptable, so I'm used to the bra by now. Lee reaches over to put his hand inside my bra, murmuring, "Feel good, bitch?" as I drift off the seat in my dreamy trance. With cigarette smoke drifting from his nose and lips, Lee feels me up again getting his hands under the bra rubbing my nipples until they're both sticking out hard, then a hand under my panties again. Looking at me, he gropes my butt cheek, then pulls me over so I'm laying across his lap again, crotch against crotch. His hard hog of a cock is against my belly long ways now. "Pull your legs up on the seat, " he tells me as he's exhaling a lot of cigarette smoke that circles my head. I'm holding my cigarette in my fingers keeping it between the seat and the back of the front bucket passenger seat. The top of my head is against the back door next to Lee, my knees are bent with my sandal in the air, my toes against the window of the other back door. Lee spanks me harder and longer this time. The car is filled with, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! until I'm squirming on his lap groaning. "Aah, aah, ow, ow, ooh, ow, ow, ow, no Lee." And he stops, pulls the back of my panties down past my buttocks, and "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" on my bare ass. I hold my breath hoping if I stop my whining he'll stop spanking me. And he does. Exhaling smoke, he says, "Take a drag off your cigarette, Dylan." My hand is shaking a little as I bring the cigarette to my mouth and drag off it. My ass is red and hot, stinging like sunburn. Lee orders, "Take another drag and let it come out of your nose and mouth at the same time." Still laying across his lap I inhale another big drag and Lee reaches over pulling my head sideways watching as I let the smoke drift out my nose and mouth. He lightly massages my red stinging bare ass, quietly saying, "That looked sexy. Um, the spanking by the way, is from habit. Mary Beth loves to be spanked. She's not happy until she's bawling and blubbering like a eight year old with big tits. It used to upset me, but not now. I'm gonna miss her. She's so fucking crazy, but man she likes to ball! Jesus, what a primo cunt on her too." I can't remember the last time I heard anyone say, 'cunt'. Maybe in grade school before we found out about political correctness. Lee says, "I'd like to see you bawling and blubbering too, ya big pussy, but I'll settle for you sucking my cock again. After that I'll fuck you." I'd like another taste of the hard hog of a cock. He says, "By the way, you're being awesome about everything, Dylan. Thanks, man." I squirm over on the seat a little so when my head goes down it's right over his crotch. Taking his cock in my fingers I stroke it a few times. His personal scent is faint, at least to me it is. His cock and balls smells a little like crotch sweat, which isn't necessarily an unpleasant smell. He says, "Take a drag off my cigarette before you go down on my cock," and he holds his smoke to my mouth and I inhale off his saliva-filled filter. It's an awkward position so I drop my feet to the floor then take a drag off his cigarette and suck on his boned-up cock with smoke drifting off it like it's burning. Quickly my licking and sucking bring's his cock back up to brick-hard status. "That's good," he mutters, and with his hand going under my chin again, he lifts my head abruptly off his raging boner. "Sit up now," Lee orders, then, "Man, that's a tight boner I got here." He dumps both our cigarette butts out the window, mine had gone out between my fingers. I sit up and he hands me a condom packet, "Open that and roll it onto my cock." I open it, but it's not easy getting it on his fat cock. He mutters, "Yeah, yeah, I need a bigger size condom, tell me about it. The thing is I bought a dozen of these on sale and I'm not throwing them out." With my fingers slippery from the lube off the condom, I finally manage to get it on his log of a cock, and he mutters, "Tight motherfucker, huh?" meaning the condom. He says, "Okay, move down the seat so your head's against the other door, up on your hands and knees with your legs spread so I can mount you and give your pussy a hard fucking." As I do that Lee lights another cigarette. The car's filled with cigarette smoke, but fortunately the back side window's open so some of the exhaled smoke drifts out into the night. In a nice dreamy trance I hear faintly the music from the party and the general hubbub of a hundred people talking, but it's all too far away for me to make out words from the music or humans. I go up on my hands and knees with my head touching the other door now, and look back at Lee. He's got a cigarette dangling from his lips as he get up on the seat behind me and then up on his knees sucking smoke into his lungs from his cigarette. Lee gets between my legs and pulls the panties down exposing my asshole. He spreads my butt cheeks roughly, muttering, "Thank God you're clean back here." Then he lets go, and, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" I yell, "That fucking hurts!" losing a lot of my dreamy trance. He chuckles, then mutters, "Just tenderizing your pussy a little. And stop your whining, bitch." His cock is so hard he doesn't need to guide it to my anus, he just gets himself at the right level, grabs my hips and pushes the head of his boner at my asshole spreading the lips. With the head of his cock halfway inside me, he lets go of my right hip taking his cigarette from his mouth. Holding it between his fingers, he says, "Tell me if I'm hurting you and I'll wait until your pussy stretches enough for me to continue. My girlfriend screams every time I stick it in her, but she wants me to keep pushing this fucker up her twat. She gets off on the pain, but you obviously do not to the degree she does, so tell me if it hurts, okay?" Well, I don't want to ruin what's left of my trance by speaking, so I nod my head. With both his hands holding my hips again, and the cigarette between his teeth, he puts pressure on my asshole with the fat head of his boner and the stretching continues. It hurts pretty much right from the start so I hold my breath concentrating on how awesome it'll feel when I'm stretched out. The heads pops past my aching sphincter and I go, "Oooh, uuumpt!" He pushes it in slowly another inch and I grunt, "Wait, Lee," losing some more of the trance I was feeling. The spanking set me back in the trance department, but the lingering stinging on my ass helps me feel dominated and therefore submissive. Lee's certainly being dominant although he probably doesn't think of it in that way. To him it's probably just his normal macho way of acting with his girlfriend, who likes pain no less. What the fuck is that all about? Lee smokes as he waits for my ass to relax a little blowing his exhaled smoke at me, and I drift back into a nice submissive mood. No reason not to since he is in fact dominating the shit out of me. Then Lee leans over my back, inadvertently pushing his cock another inch up my ass as I squirm and groan at the pain. He holds his cigarette near my face, saying, "Take this, Dylan, I'll light another one." I take it with a trembling fingers, holding my breath against the pain, then drag on it deeply feeling the nicotine hit my blood stream. Lee lights another cigarette, muttering, "This is fucking hot, Dylan. It feels very different than fucking a girl's pussy though. But, ya know, it's not horrible like I thought it might be." Another cloud of smoke from his cigarette circles my head as he asks, "You okay now?" I mutter, "Un huh," and he humps his hips sending two more inches of his log up my ass spreading my rectum walls painfully, but I endure it determined to be fucked with the fattest cock that's ever been up my ass. After more smoking, Lee humps again and his crotch is now against my buttocks. Some of his pubic hairs are out through the slit in his boxer shorts tickling my smacked ass, feeing sexy and now I feel his big balls against the back of my scrotum. My boner is hard up against my belly trapped inside the pink panties. Lee leans against me with most of his weight and the head of his cock moves another half inch up my ass, and I go, "Aaaah, oooh, fuck yeah." God, it feels so full inside me! Wow, the pain is still overriding any sexual pleasure, but it seems Lee's doing okay because as he smokes leaning against me and rubbing his hand on my bra a quiet moan escapes his lips, "Mmmmm, yeaaaah." Another dry ash from his cigarette drops on my back. He brushes at it, and then his hand goes inside my bra to play with my nipples a little more. He drags that hand down to massage my boner through my panties that are covering my junk. "Your wet down here, your panties are wet." I shrug and he asks, "Did you cum already?" I grunt, "Nah, just lots of precum." He pulls down my panties in front and my boner springs out hard away my belly so that's a nice tight boner alright. I resist the urge to stroke it. Lee attaches the front panties under my nuts then he strokes my cock, muttering, "Sticky," then asks, sounding surprised, "Having a hard cock up your ass feels good to you, huh?" I go, "Uh huh." Taking a drag off his cigarette, Lee coughs, saying, "Hope I'm not coming down with anything." Duh, maybe it's the chain smoking you're doing, but I want to keep the dreamy trance I have left, so I don't say anything. A cloud of exhaled smoke drifts down around my head as he reaches his hand down, and says, "Take this cigarette and I'll light another one. Then I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before." I hold his half smoked cigarette between my fingers away from me, and he says, "Smoke the fucking thing, Goddammit!" My dick tightens up as I suppress a moan. I love that dominant shit from my sex partner. Taking a drag off his saliva-saturated filter gets my boner leaking again. I'm surprised it's still this hard because it went down some with the pain involved in Lee pushing his log of a boner up my ass. In a haze of cigarette smoke Lee pulls his hard pole back as I do a long moan, "Aaaaah, oooh, mmmm, ahh." It felt good as it tightly was sliding back out, still sore up there and as tight as I've ever felt a cock inside me, but now it's feeling really good too. Pushing it back in I squirm on the seat lowering my ass and get a, "SLAP!! SLAP!!" on my ass with him yelling, "Keep your pussy up, Dylan, or I can't fuck you smoothly! Jesus, use your head!" My boner tightens even harder as I moan, "Mmmmm," pushing my ass up high. "That's it," he mumbles, and finishes driving his cock up my ass. Three withdrawals and thrust right back up and I'm like, "Oh, God Lee, that's feels good, mmmmm." He stops, "Shhhh, keep it the fuck down, someone could be going to their car for something. Are you always like this?" I could tell him I've never had a tree up my ass before, but instead I say, "I don't get fucked much." He mumbles, "Oh, I'm sorry I snapped at you then, but I don't know, I thought you were more experienced." Jesus Christ, he's lighting another cigarette! In a cloud of cigarette smoke he takes the used butt from my fingers and passes me the one he was smoking before he lit his latest one. He slaps my ass hard, "SMACK!" then says, "I wanna see you smoke it, Goddammit," so I take a drag as Lee begins a steady fucking of my ass. Almost immediately I can't control myself, in between puffs on the cigarette I'm moaning and groaning like it's my first time having sex. His thrust are steady and hard bumping the top of my head against the door with each ram up my ass. The bump of my head against the door is accompanied by the, "Slap," sound as his body smacks against by ass. "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump," sounds fill the car to go with my moans and his grunts. Cigarette smoke is our atmosphere as I'm sucking on my cigarette trying not to sound like a twat with my moans of sexual pleasure. Lee's teeth marks are on the filter of the secondhand cigarettes I've been smoking. He must bite hard on the filter sometimes when he's holding it between his teeth. Between the teeth bites and his saliva it's all so fucking sexy going perfectly with the great sensation on my prostate and the uber stretched lips of my ass hole. My boner's like a spigot dripping precum. Everything is vibrating and sending out sexual pleasure as Lee's got his rhythm now driving his big cock steadily up my ass and it's a beautiful thing. I can't even tell he has a condom on, it feels like a bare hard fat cock sliding back and forth in my rectum with Lee keeping my nipples hard by occasionally slipping his hand inside my bra and twisting each nipple, then pinching them. He's probably used to doing that for his girlfriend who likes pain. I could do without it frankly, but don't want anymore smacks on my ass so I keep my mouth shut. What I can't keep my mouth shut about is my moans and groans at the deeply penetrating sexual pleasure I'm experiencing. "Slap, slap, slap, bump, bump, bump, mmm, mmm, mmmm." Lee cups under my chin with his hand and without breaking the rhythm of his constantly fucking boner, he pulls my head back and puts his recently half smoked cigarette in my mouth. I clamp down on it with my teeth right in the teeth marks he made earlier on the filter. He takes my burned-out butt from my fingers still stretching my neck painfully back, as he says, "Keep that in your mouth and let me see some smoke coming from you." I drag and exhale, drag and exhale, until I'm dizzy as shit. He lets go of my chin satisfied I'm smoking enough. The smoking cuts down on my moaning which might have been his objective. We've been fucking for maybe fifteen minutes and between him lighting the cigarettes and smoking them half way, then passing his used ones to me we've had five or six between us already. It somehow has held off my orgasm, but my impending one definitely has hold of me now and I moan around the cigarette filter, "Aaaa, aaah, oooh Lee, I'm gonna cum." The sensations around my rectum and groin are overwhelming my senses and my back arches painfully as I try trusting my hips with cum pouring out of my cock straight down on the seat splashing with some cum spray hitting my thighs. My squeal is humiliating but I do another one along with the follow-up shot of cum and halfway through my second squeal Lee's nicotine smelling hand covers my mouth and nose cutting off the squeal as he pulls my head back stretching my neck again. He snarls, "What the fuck's wrong with you? Shut the fuck up!" Two more shots of cum have me shaking like a leaf and then a pleasure surge moves through my body with my shoulders shuddering and me moaning quietly, "Oooo, mmmm, oooh yeaaah." He continues fucking even as I want to lie down now and just absorb the wonderful feelings my body is experiencing. I'd spit out the cigarette back with my first squeal so I pick it up off the seat and find it's covered in my spunk. I almost laugh, but don't for fear of more smacks on my ass. Oh, it's wonderful right after an orgasm and I savor the last of it as it drifts away. Lee fuck's me a few minutes more and now I'm not really enjoying it all that much. He tries giving me another cigarette but I bat his hand away shaking my head. Now that I've stopped moaning I can hear Lee's quiet moans and I look back at him. His head is back with a cigarette between his teeth, his eyes are closed and with each drive up my ass he does a quick exhale of smoke making a quiet, "Ooh," over and over. Just when it's beginning to feel sexy again, he grunts blowing lots of smoke from his lungs looking like a steam engine as he slams against me holding his crotch tight to my ass. He's moaning, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, oooooh," and I suppose he's filling his condom with cum. It reminds me of Bean when he climaxed in a condom. Lee's face is dark red, but maybe the lack of light makes it seem darker than it is. He flicks the cigarette out the window and lean against me with his face on the back of my neck. He's blowing cigarette breath in little spurts moaning quietly as he moves his hips again driving his cock in my condom-lubricated ass. It still feels very tight but it moves smoothly. No hugging of my body or kisses, just another minute of fucking before he abruptly pulls his cock all the way out and it flops against his leg softly. He fucked me until his boner disappeared. Naturally my ass is wide opened and feeling greasy from the lube. Fuck it, I sit on the seat next to him dropping my feet to the floor and lean back analyzing how I feel. First of all I'm sitting in my cum and I'm not horny, but overall it wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be, and I'm not sure why. Maybe because of a lack of affection involved although Lee and I like each other fine. I don't know, I'll need to think about this. After some deep breaths, Lee carefully pulls the condom off his floppy cock and tosses it out the window. Somebody's in for a surprise. It might be the first condom ever dumped on Dickers Landscaping and Design's parking lot. Lee says, "I don't know what I think about our sexual endeavor tonight, Dylan. What did you think about it?" Another way of asking if he fucked good; like all tops, he can't resist asking. I make a face like I'm thinking about it when the truth is I don't know what I think about it either. I mean, I got fucked good and all, but overall it wasn't one of the hottest fuck's I've had and it should have been. It's seemed like it was when he was fucking me. I don't know, it's like the build-up was hotter than the resulting climax. But no, it was a really good climax, so I don't know what to think. It was a damn good climax as a matter of fact and Lee certainly had a dominant way about him, but something was missing. No sense in hurting Lee's feelings though. I go, "Oh my gosh, Lee, it was hot. You're right, you sure know how to fuck." He says, "That's a relief because I'd feel bad if I sucked at this and didn't give you a hot time. I like heterosexual fucking much better though. Heh heh, for one thing urine isn't nearly as nasty as shit, and that was in my head the whole time I'm fucking you. Ya know, while I'm fucking you I'm thinking I might be bumping into something stinky up your ass that I'd rather leave for you to handle, if you get my drift." That was crude! I have nothing to say to that. He says, "It was interesting, but I don't know if I could have pulled it off with any guy less attractive than you, Dylan. Shit, I hardly pulled it off with you. I couldn't get a hard on." I mumble, "Well, you're apparently not gay so you can scratch that possibility off." He goes, "Oh, I never thought I was gay. I'm a sexual person and have a curiosity about all kinds of sex, but like you said, I can scratch gay fucking off my curiosity list 'cause I been there and done that now. Thanks again." I mutter, "No problem" and I'm thinking that Lee has the perfect concept of buddy sex, probably without even realizing that's what we just did. He glances at me, and goes, "It's okay for you to get dressed now," as if I need his permission. Still, that was kinda hot so I play along with it and go, "Okay, thanks, Lee," hee hee. He looks at me funny and then puts his dick away, mumbling, "Not a word of this when we're back with the guys. No innuendoes or joking around." He's a bossy fucker, but I like that, so I say, "Okay, Lee, I understand." And he goes, "Are you pulling my chain?" I smirk, "A little bit, yeah, I was." He laughs, "You're a good guy, Dylan. Hey, I'm sorry to hear you're not getting much sex. That surprises the hell out of me. Rob's your boyfriend right?" I pull my underwear on, saying, "Yeah, why?" and he's like, "Tell him he's not doing his job, that's what I tell Mary Beth when she says she has a headache or some such shit as her reason for not wanting to get fucked." I say, "Thanks for the advise, Lee," and he laughs again, "You prick, you're pulling my chain again. Do whatever the fuck ya want. Jeez, ya try to help a friend and he mocks you." Dressed and out of the car, Lee says, "Do me a favor and walk back by yourself. I'll come in another way a few minutes after you." I ask, "What's our story if someone asks where we've been?" He says, "I was getting a pack of cigarettes from my car, I don't know what the fuck you were doing." I say, "Good plan," and he laughs again while lightly punching my shoulder, "You're a piece of work, Dylan. Your brother's not the only hot shit in your family." We bump fists and I go back the way we came. When I walk around the trailer I see the beer pong game is still going strong. Both Chubby's and Seth's backs are to me so I walk over to the coolers for a beer realizing my ass is sore. It's not so bad I need to walk bowlegged, but it's tender so I walk with my legs a little wider than normal. Lighting a cigarette I don't really want, not after all the smoking Lee made me do, I saunter up to our crew's picnic table where Robby's leaning against the table, deep into an animated discussion with Derrick and his father. They stop talking when I arrive. Robby goes, "Hey, Dylan, been watching the beer pong game?" I say, "Yeah, um, did I interrupt something here?" Robby's like, "Could you give us a few minutes?" I nod my head and drift over to the beer pong game again. Seth's chugging a plastic cup of beer and a guy I don't know is stacking a six pack of unopened beers on the table. Chubby asks, "Where's the fucking ping pong ball?" Everyone is getting drunk and they can't find it. Chubby asks Seth, "Ya didn't swallow the ping pong ball, did ya?" Seth says, "Shit no," slushing his 's' sound. The guys in the game all laugh patting Seth on the back. I grin at him, happy to see he's having a good time. I can see the ping pong ball, it's under the table beside an empty beer can. Chubby says, "Fuck beer pong, who wants to play liars poker for money?" Well, I do, and so does one of the guys from the other crew. The kid's nicknamed, Gums. He's our age and kinda cute, but when he grins, which he does all the time, I see where he got his nickname. The boy has small white teeth with about three-quarter of an inch of gum showing above his top teeth during a grin, smile, or when he laughs. Chubby introduces us and I'm thinking Gums is an interesting good natured lad. He's got a pink face, pretty light brown hair with long bangs that fall across his bright blue eyes every few seconds. He's constantly brushing back the hair with his fingers only to have it fall across his eyes five seconds later. I'd love to give Gums a haircut. Lee comes over and bumps fists with Chubby and me as if Lee and I haven't seen each other for awhile, then he gets introduced to Gums. Lee asks, "Wassup?" and Chubby tells him about the liars poker game, which Lee's in on so we've got four players. Seth was goofing with one of the guys from the other crew until he notices me. He comes over and bumps into my side, asking, "Where ya been, Dylan?" I go, "Mostly watching you dominate beer pong," and he's like, "I got my assed whipped is more like it. What are we doing now?" Chubby says, "You're playing liars poker." Five guys is a good number of players for liars poker and we take over the beer pong picnic table as the players from the game wander over for more food. The game begins and I glance over to our picnic table and see Derrick poking Robby in the chest with his forefinger forcefully making some point. Derrick's face is red with a vein bulging in his neck as Robby takes a step back. Chuck's looking smug with a smirk on his face, like he's an interested observer. Older men don't look right smirking. to be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@Yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@Yahoo.com) Just a reminder, I have had two books published that are available on Amazon that perhaps you would like to order, read and hopefully enjoy.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the short story first). There about 'Oliver'. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. And I would appreciate it if you would provide a comment at the site for the stories as well. Thanks. Donny Mumford Also please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help them cover the expenses of maintaining this enormous story site. Thank you!