Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 07:07:23 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 23 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 23 by Donny Mumford The new kid, Seth, and me work together all afternoon. We have one more lawn with hedges that need trimming, and we each do half, and then take turns with the weed-whackers. Seth doesn't complain about his shoulders aching from holding the heavy-ended weed-whacker barely off the ground for a half hour at a time. He's the only guy who doesn't mention getting sore shoulders, and that includes all the guys who have weed-whacked for our crew, including big bad Derek. I guess after Seth's worked masonry, this is easy by comparison. After our initial brief discussion about us both being gay, neither of us brings it up again. He expressed his interest in me for maybe some buddy sex, and he even hinted that maybe he'll come over to my place for a haircut, but neither subject is broached again the rest of the afternoon. Seth's extremely cute in the same way Robby's cute. Everything about Seth's face is near perfect, and like Robby, Seth will be very handsome when he outgrows his cuteness in later years. No one in their right mind ever says older guys are cute, so handsome is the best alternative older guys can hope for, that is, if they're the type who care about how they look. The thought of cutting Seth's silky blond hair is hot, but I'm not going to mention it again because, let's face it, I've complicated my sex life enough already and it'd be hard saying "no" to him where sex is concerned. I guess I could say the same about Lee, whose whiskers look soft like Seth's. It's funny to me that I'm into whiskers now when it used to be a turnoff, but I could say the same about rimming. It seems that getting older changes the way one sees things; just another mystery of life not worth contemplating because it simply is what it is. I've got to laugh at myself because there isn't a person on our crew - except Derek the asshole - who I don't have the hots for in one way or another. It wasn't like that at college. There were many guys my own age on campus I didn't have the hots for, not in any sense of the word, but on the job this summer it's been one sexy guy after another and I need to wonder if the person doing the hiring might have something to do with that. It could be consciously or unconsciously that Robby's hired only hotties. He didn't hire Derek who's been the only exception to the rule so far. Tomorrow I'll be working with Seth all day and there's worse assignments than that, fer sure. We finish up the day with leaf blowers, which are loud, but relatively easy to handle, and then back at the equipment garage I show Seth how we clean everything, including the truck, and where everything goes when it's cleaned. Robby critiques our day with mostly praise, but mentions we're getting done later then we should, so he'd like to see us pick up the pace tomorrow. That's probably because we work on an hourly wage as opposed to a weekly salary. He presented the criticism in an inoffensive way and no one was put off by it. Robby's become an excellent boss if you ask me, and I had my concerns about that at times during our last semester at Merrimack, but he's put them to rest. I'm really happy for him, and kinda proud of him too. Seth gives my shoulder a squeeze, as he says, "Thanks, Dylan, it's nice working with you. I'm glad I got hired. See you in the morning." I go, "Same here, Seth," and we bump fists. Well okay, he's definitely not an asshole, nor a pushover; he's a pretty regular guy who just happens to be gorgeous and gay. In the locker room Ryan comes up to me and I can't help but ask, "What the hell, how about a quickie this afternoon, Ryan?" He goes, "I wish, but the reason I didn't mention this when we talked earlier today... right after work I've got to help my mom choose a new computer. She doesn't know anything about computers and dad asked me to go with her so he doesn't need to do it tonight." I mutter, "Oh, yeah, ya gotta help your mom." I run my fingers through his hair, then whisper, "I wish I could kiss you right here, sexy." He grins, "You really love me don't you?" I nod my head real fast like he does and he laughs giving the back of my neck a squeeze, muttering, "Me too, Dylan," meaning he loves me too. Then I look up and see Seth staring at us; he holds eye contact until I drop my eyes and begin changing into street clothes. Ryan didn't notice Seth watching us; he rubs my back saying, "I can't wait for tomorrow after work when I get to be with you for a little while." I mutter, "Yeah, me too," but that was weird the way Seth was staring at us and he didn't seem the least bit self-conscious when caught doing it. Well, he is gay and he suspects Ryan is too, so what's the big deal? Still, there was something weird about it. I get my ass goosed by someone and whip my head around to see Lee, who holds onto the goose, saying, "When you gonna nag me to service your backdoor? Or has Seth leapfrogged ahead of me already?" He lets go of my butt cheek and pats it as I pull on a tee-shirt, and then I call his bluff. "How 'bout this afternoon? Do you got a ride?" He says, "Yeah, I'm driving a Honda, but can't help you out with your backdoor this afternoon. Nag me again another day and maybe you'll get lucky." I say, "Let me try something," and I run the back of my fingers over the whiskers on his jaw; they're stiffer than I expected and not nearly as soft as Seth's. My dick moves in my shorts though, stiff whiskers seem even sexier then soft ones. Ray's are softer, but still cool. This whisker thing is new for me and I wonder if I'll discover new things about guys, new things that turn me on all my life; always one more new sexy thing. Cool. Lee smirks, "Is that sexy to you, Dylan? A real man's whiskers, as opposed to your baby-faced boys?" I go, "No, I just don't want whisker burn around my dick." He laughs out loud, then pats my shoulder, "You're funny. No need to worry about my whiskers giving you burns down there. Haha, no need to give that a thought at all." He knocks the back of his knuckles against my groin, mumbling, "Well, I guess you can fantasize about me blowing you, but that's all you can do in that regard." Chubby comes in, and yells, "Billy Lee, ya got a flat tire, dude." Lee's like, "Oh fuck! That's a slow leak, but there must be something in the equipment room to pump some air into that damn tire," as he walks out of the locker room. I grin, thinking, 'Oh, flat tire, huh? That's a shame'. Chubby sticks his head back in, "Come on, bro, lets get outta here." I rub Ryan's hair again, saying, "See you tomorrow, hottie." He goes, "I'll walk out with you," and that's what he does. On the ride to our condos, Chubby tells me about his latest female interest, an Italian girl his own size, to use Chubby's description. He's meeting her at the mall, but it's not a date. Her name is Gina DiPietro. They're going to hang out and get to know each other a little before their date later this week. Chubby's keeping this extra girlfriend a secret from MJ, but she'll catch him cheating sooner or later. He's excited and happy which is all I care about. I love seeing Chubby happy. In my condo I gotta get ready for my date with Ray. I take a shower and put on some basketball-watching clothes, which very closely resembles my everyday outfit of cargo shorts and tee-shirt. In this case it's my flimsy basketball shorts and tee-shirt. When I want to dress-up for a real date, I up the coolness factor by wearing a Polo shirt instead of the tee, and for special occasions I'll wear a button up the front shirt. Tonight it's a sleeveless tee-shirt night to go with my basketball shorts because I want these youngsters to see my tattoo, also called a tat. Of course I'm rocking my cross necklace, and tonight my dog collar as well. I'm wearing it to make-up for feelings that I'm cheating on Ryan. I didn't have it on the last time I was with Ray so I wonder what he'll make of it. I'm also rocking my sports watch and my Oakley shades and all together, I'm too cool for school. Brushing my hair gets no results because it's too short to do anything but stick up straight off my head, but even so, ya gotta admire two-tone blond hair. No sense bringing my cigarettes because I don't need to hear Ray's shit about smoking. Instead I put a stick of gum in my pocket and take a cigarette out with me to the front stoop and smoke it while waiting for Bean to pick me up. All I've had in the way of sex today is that half fuck by Ryan when we were riding to the first job of the day, and I got to suck his cock too, but no orgasms for me. That was a long time ago anyway, so I'm hoping Ray can correct this situation. He said I would get to suck him off, but he didn't mention anything about fucking me, which is what I want. I've got a nice load in my balls ready to make its final trip to freedom. If Ryan had been able to come over this afternoon it would really have been a quickie because I haven't mentioned Ray to either him or Robby and I'd want Ryan out of here before Bean showed up. I'll wait for the right time to mention Ray because I'm still not sure if he's gonna be my side-sex buddy. If I decide he's not, his name will never come up at all. That's cheating the system, but just a little bit. Done with my cigarette, I check my cell phone to see if Bean texted me, but nothing. So I put the gum in my mouth and wander down the steps to the street below. Three minutes later a Volvo station wagon pulls over to the curb near where I'm standing. It's Bean alright, but there are three other guys in the car with him and strangely, they're all wearing the same baseball cap. Can't make out the logo on the front of the crown, but it's the same on each hat. Even though it's a hot, muggy night, the windows are open with elbows sticking out. No air conditioning? Bean says, "Yo Dylan, get in the middle in the back seat. How ya doing?" I go, "Good, Bean, um, full car load, huh?" He shrugs, "We're Ray's posse and I have the wheels tonight so I drive. Here's your hat," He holds a cap out to me that's identical to the ones they're wearing; the logo is for a pizza shop. Bean sees me frowning at the cap, and says, "Ray said to be sure you wear it since you're in our posse now too." A kid in the back seat yells out, "You the rookie in the posse." I look in the back and there's Mark, who I met at McDonalds the other night. He's almost nice looking with long wavy blond hair, but he's sort of a bully. At least he was to me until Ray challenged him and Mark backed right down. Mark gives me the distinct impression he thinks I'm a weiner because I'm gay and Ray's fucked me. Of course Ray will fuck me when he's favoring the gay side of his bisexual nature, and fuck a chick when he's not. I'm crazy to be involved in this, but I think Ray's sexy. This posse horseshit I didn't expect tonight though. Devon's back there too. I met him the other night as well. He's still got the scraggly curly unruly hair, some acne too although he's a legitimately cute kid except for the hair and acne. He's slim and about Ryan's size and maybe that's why I kinda like him. Devon was quiet the other night so he could be the shy type. In the shotgun seat is someone I haven't met. Quiet Devon opens the back door of the station wagon, steps out, and says, "You can slide in here Dylan. How ya doing?" I pat his shoulder, muttering, "I'm okay, Devon, how 'bout you?" He quietly says, "Good, I like watching basketball and Ray's really good." I get in and when I sit down Mark punches my bicep hard, saying, "Put the cap on like the rest of us." I go, "Ow!" without thinking, and he says, "Ooh, did I hurt your arm." I frown at him and put the hat on. He says, "Keep it on, we're Ray's cheering section." Well, I don't care for Mark at all, plus he's taking up more than his share of the back seat squeezing Devon and me together awkwardly. Devon smells good, but it's a clean smell of bath gel, not a sexy natural scent. Bean's got his skinny neck turned to look at me, pointing at the kid sitting in the passenger seat up front, saying, "This is Jameson Coyle, Dylan, um, what's your last name?" I say, "Newman, nice to meet you, Jamesome." He doesn't say anything, just sorta waves his hat at me. When I said my last name, 'Newman', Mark muttered under his breath, but so I'd hear, 'Newlady'. He's clever as a turd in a punchbowl. Jameson's got a funny name, and he's kinda preppy. Clean shaven, but he definitely shaves, glasses, he's kinda big, but not fat, beautiful stunning green eyes, light brown hair in a very neat regular haircut with a part on the side, kinda cute, but his best feature has to do with his sexy lips. They're pouty full lips, rosy and perfectly bow shaped and very kissable, but the thought of those lips on my dick gets my shoulders to shudder. Bean pulls away from the curb as Jameson, in a high pitched voice, looking back at me, asks, "Did you give Stringbean this fucked-up haircut?" Bean says, "It's not fucked-up; it's what I asked for. Did you tell Ray his haircut was fucked-up, Jameson? He's got the same haircut Dylan and I have." Jameson says to me, "Just don't get near my hair, okay?" I shrug, "I don't want to go near your hair. What kind of name is Jameson?" Mark says, "It's a limey name," and Jameson says, "It's a normal first name and yes, it's English mostly." I'm cramped in the backseat with the bully taking half the seat and Devon and me sharing the other half. Christ, why Bean doesn't put the air conditioner on I can't imagine; it's stifling in the car with us packed in like this. Mark flicks my ear with a finger, then sees my dog collar and mutters, "What the fuck?" He gets two fingers between my neck and the dog collar pulling it, choking me, asking, "What the fuck is this, a dog collar?" Then to his buddies, "Hot shit! Ray's got his bottom boy wearing a fucking dog collar!" and this gets Jameson doing a high pitched giggle as he looks back at me. My face gets red, but that's mostly because Mark's choking me. Devon says, "You're an asshole Mark! That's a leather necklace." Mark goes, "No it ain't, it's a fucking dog collar. Look, here's the metal loop Ray attaches his leash to when he wants to take Newlady for a walk." Another high pitched giggle from Jameson, which is fucking up any chance of him being cool. I wrestle around and get a fistful of Mark's sleeveless sweatshirt and jerk him hard, snarling, "Get your fucking fingers outta this necklace, asshole. As soon as we get where we're going you and me are going to have a fistfight. I don't put up with this shit from guys my own age and I'm certainly not putting up with it from a twit like you." He yells, "Fuck you! I'd love to fight you and rip your tattoo right off your arm. Nobody has their own name tattooed on them, dufus." I scream in his face, "Get your fingers out of my necklace!" He pulls them out roughly, going, "Ooooh, so you got some guns on you, big deal. Lifting weights don't make you a good fighter, ya know. I'd kick your ass, but you're Ray's bottom boy so I gotta be nice to you." I push his arm away from me and sit back, my heart pumping, He says, "When Ray drops this bisexual bullshit you and I can have us a good old-fashioned fight any time, any place." I look him in the eyes and say, "I'm not waiting for Ray to drop anything, the next time you give me any shit, I'll drop you. Now, move the fuck over so Devon and I don't need to sit on each other." He says, "I thought you'd like to sit on Devon, ain't he cute enough for you?" Devon says, "You make me sick, Mark," and Jameson says, in a high pitched voice, "Yeah, you make me a little sick too, Mark. You make everybody sick." Bean says, "Guys, I'm fucking trying to drive. Please, shut the fuck up!" Mark moves over slightly, but he's pouting or pissed off now and not talking. Devon is though, he says to me, "You never got around to telling us the other night if Ray, you know, really does it up your ass. Ray's been known to exaggerate." I ask, "Did Ray say he did?" Devon nods his head, 'yes', then makes a quiet popping sound with his lips, looks away, and goes, "Uh huh, didn't he Bean?" Bean says, "I'm telling Ray you guys are picking on Dylan, you're all being assholes". Mark spits out, "You're such a suck up, Bean!" Devon says, "I'm not picking on him, I like him." Oh man, I roll my eyes telling myself, 'Never again!' It's mercifully quiet in the car for a few minutes, then Jameson says, "What the hell's wrong with you, Stringbean? Put some tunes on, dickhead." Bean yells, "You got hands, you turn the stereo on!" Jesus, don't these guys like each other? They're supposed to be friends, or maybe they're rejects who are just stuck with each other. Actually I've seen this in high school, and college too. There's groups of so-called friends, but they're always snipping at one another and breaking each other's balls. A little of that can be cool, but constant bickering and infighting is boring as hell. Devon leans over to me, and asks again, "Does he, Dylan? Does Ray fuck your poop chute?" I go, "Yes, Devon, he did that. You seem mighty interested in it though." He goes, "No, I'm not! What's it feel like though? Doesn't it hurt?" I go, "Yeah, it hurts some guys I guess, but feels good to others. Did you ever fuck anybody?" Mark says, "With his little pecker, not likely. I've seen clits bigger than Devon's dick." Devon blushes and Jameson does his high pitch giggle. Bean looks at me in the rearview mirror, and says, "Devon's got a thumb size penis, but he had nothing to do with it, he was born that way. The average size dick is between five and five and a half inches. If you're a freak you can have a ten inch penis." Shrill voice, asks, "How do you know, Bean?" "Because of something you've never used called Google." Mark asks me, "You have a thumb size penis too, do ya? Is that why you do the woman's part in sex?" I say, "What do you know about sex? Have ya ever had any?" He says, "Certainly not fag sex," and Bean screams, "Mark! Ray said not to use that word around, um, anyone." Mark mutters, "You're a pussy, Bean." Oh boy, this is fun. It's a forty-five minute drive made to seem longer with constant sniping among us. Finally Bean drives onto a large blacktop parking lot that's seen better days. I see an outdoor basketball court down some steps. There's outdoor lighting on six twenty-foot poles, but they're not on yet. We park and get out in the humid night. Walking down six steps to the basketball court level I see there's a big picnic area beyond the court and a rather large pond beyond that. Never knew this place existed, but it was a long ride so it's not like it's around the corner. Mark puts an arm on my shoulder, saying, "No hard feelings, Newman, I was just breaking your balls 'cause you're the rookie in the group. You'll fit in fine." I go, "Uh huh," and Bean says, "There's Ray shooting free throws." About twenty guys are on the court shooting baskets: ten with Celtic green tee-shirts and ten with maroon ones. All have advertising for whichever local businesses sponsors the team. Bean says, "Let's get seats in front," and Jameson says, "That ain't cool, Bean. We'd look like dorks sitting in the first row." Mark says, "We'll sit in the last row so ya got a back on the fucking bleacher seats." There's only six rows of bleachers so first row or sixth row, you're close to the court. Bean yells out, "Ray, Ray, you're cheering section's here!" and Devon goes, "Gawd, Bean, you make us look like geeks. Jesus!" Bean goes, "I get excited, that's all." We sit in the last row with a railing behind us to lean back on. I sit on the end with Devon sitting next to me." Bean says, "Devon, Ray wants me next to, Dylan. I'm supposed to look out for him." Devon says, "He didn't say anything of the sort. You're such a liar." Bean bites his top lip with his bottom teeth a few times, then sits next to Devon. Thankfully Mark's on the other end with shrill Jameson in between him and Bean. May God have mercy on me that I won't see anyone I know here, not with this crew I'm with. I ask Devon, "When's the game start?" He says, "Um, seven-thirty I think." Checking my watch, "It's quarter to seven, why'd we get here so early?" Devon nods his head at Bean, mumbling, "Bean likes to watch the warmups and he's driving, so...." I go, "Jesus, do they warmup for forty-five minutes?" Devon's like, "Nah, this is just random shooting. I don't even see the coach yet." I'm thinking, man, I could use a cigarette! After a few minutes, Devon turns to me and leans in to quietly ask, "Um, ah, Dylan, do you think you could do something with my hair? Not like Bean's haircut, but sorta short." I want to blow him off, but him and Bean are the only two I can stand. I reach over and run my fingers through his scraggly, curly, long medium brown hair. He has a zillion very fine curly hairs on his head and it might be fun to cut, and he seems a good kid. I go, "Yeah, sure, I could something with it. I'm not bragging, but I'm a real good barber." Pointing at Bean's hair, I add, "That's the haircut Bean wanted, but I can give any kind of haircut." He says, "I'm sick of my parents nagging me to get a haircut, it's driving me crazy." I go, "Well, why didn't you go to the barbers, fer chrissakes?" He makes a face and mutters, "I don't like to go to the barbers. They intimidate me." I don't even want to know why barbers intimidate him; nope, that's a new one, a barber intimidating someone. I simply say, "Take my cell phone number and call me so we can arrange a time. Ya got wheels don't you?" He says, "Sometimes. Yeah I'll call you, um, what do you think you can do with this?" He pulls a handful of his hair up away from his head, and I say, "Anything you want. Go online and look up haircut styles for teenage boys and see if you can find one you like. Then print it out and I'll reproduce it on your head." He says, "Really?" I go, "Really!" and Bean says, "Ray's coming over." I look up and Ray is indeed coming over to greet his troops. After gracefully skipping up the bleachers, he starts bumping fist with Mark and works his way down the line like a celebrity, and I guess he is for this crew. When he gets to me he goes, "Ah ha, my boyfriend!" and leans his head down for a kiss, which I can't believe, but instead of a kiss he lays his forehead against mine, asking, "My posse treating you righteous?" I ask, "What are you doing, Ray?" He laughs, "Greeting my boyfriend," and it occurs to me that instead of Ray worrying about being bisexual, he's now embracing it and wearing it like a badge of honor. Like it makes him twice as cool, or something. He sure isn't being shy about it, not with these kids anyway. Ray lifts his hand and takes off my cap to rub my hair. "This is a cool haircut, huh Bean?" Bean says, "Yep, you're right again, Ray." Ray says to the other three, "My boyfriend and my wingman, Bean, all have a cool haircut like mine, and you three losers don't." In his head Ray's apparently convinced himself he had the burr haircut first and Bean and I got our hair cut the same way because we wanted to be like him. Oh man, this is never-never land with these nuts. I expect Mark to have a smart ass thing to say to Ray's latest proclamation, but silence is what I hear from Mark. This is so odd, I mean, how'd Ray get his alpha dog status with these guys? They're not top of the line kids, but neither is Ray. Who knows, maybe it started when they were all young kids and just became understood that Ray's the man. Ray's got his hand casually on the back of my neck, possessively, with my cap on his head now, as he talks nonsense to the guys. He says things that aren't really funny, but the guys laugh anyway. I have a forced bemused smile on my face wondering if I'm really this hard-up to get laid, and I know damn well I'm not. So what is it, why am I here? It can't be just Ray's sexiness, which I can't even describe. Man, this is a puzzler alright. Is it that I need variety? I mean, I've got not one, but two boys who ring all the bells in my symphony of sexual arousal and they both almost blow my mind with intense sexual pleasure, so isn't it ever enough for me? That doesn't make me sound too cool. Dammit, it's not always a positive thing having this extra hefty sex drive. I used to think it was way, way cool, now I beginning to wonder about that: is it a curse? Ray gets my chin between his fingers and pulls my head around to face his posse, and asks, "Have any of you toads got a girlfriend as cute as my boyfriend?" They all make faces that I can't interpret, and tall, skinny Bean says, "No, and I met your new girlfriend at the mall and she's cute, too. Nice ass and tits, and a cute face, but didn't she have a little mustache, you know, kinda like hair on her top lip?" Ray says, "Yeah, but she's Italian, waddaya you expect?" Bean says, "Are we still going on the double date you talked about?" Ray goes, "Yeah, Bean, her girlfriend, who you'll be dating, is a little heavy, but you're a little skinny so you'll even each other out, ya know?" Bean asks, "She's fat? You didn't mention that," and Ray goes, "Big boned, but big jugs too!" Bean says, "Oh yeah!" and I roll my eyes again. Were we ever like this? My friends and me, I mean. Oh well, I'm here and I always make the best of things, so I say, "Ray, this is a cool atmosphere for outdoor basketball, dude, you better be good tonight." He cups my chin again and raises my face, "You're going to be happy a little later no matter how I do in the game," and the guys make all kinds of "Oooh, oooh, yeah," noises, and my face gets red again. Mark points at my blushing face and everyone, including Ray, has a good laugh at my expense. Ray pats my cheek, saying, "That's for later, try to enjoy the game and don't get ahead of yourself." Ray flips my cap to me, then says to Bean, "Watch out for my boyfriend, this is his first time out with you guys." Bean says, "Mark's been an asshole to, Dylan," and Ray chuckles, then goes over to bumps fists with Mark, saying, "Mark's an asshole, period. I gotta get down with the team." He comes back to me and squeezes my cheeks between his fingers, saying, "I knew you'd eventually be my boyfriend," then to Bean, "Bean, you're in charge," and then he's very light on his feet skipping down the bleachers to join his team on the court. Who the hell would suspect Ray was a good athlete? Man, the things you don't know about some people. Bean says, "You heard Ray, Devon, move over and I'll sit next to Dylan to make sure he's okay, like Ray said." I've slipped into the fucking twilight zone. Begrudgingly Devon slides over and tall Bean sits next to me. He does what Ray did and cups my chin, pulling my face to his, and says, "If you need something, let me know," then like Ray he ruffles my hair knocking my hat off and I should be pissed off, but I find myself smiling. There's something kinda sweet about the interactions of these weirdos, so I guess I'm a weirdo, too. I chuckle at that thought and Bean puts his arm across my shoulders, and ask, "What's funny?" I'm thinking, 'Fuck, where do I start?' but say instead, "Oh, nothing really," and put my hat on before Mark tells me to. We watch them do the lay up drill, getting ready for the game, Devon says, "They opened the refreshment stand," and Bean asks me, "Can I get you something, Dylan?" "What do they sell?" I ask. Bean says, "Lots of stuff. How 'bout a hotdog?" I go, "Sure, and a Coke or some soft drink." Everyone except Mark heads over to the refreshment stand. There are probably a hundred people in the stands or milling around near the refreshment stand. Surprisingly, I never heard about this place before. Mark slides down the bleacher seat until he's right next to me and puts his arm across my shoulders. "You're fitting in better than I expected. How you like hangin' with younger guys?" I shrug, mumbling, "Do you mind not leaning on me?" He says, "Yeah, I mind. This is the way we roll around here. If you want to hangout with us, you accept the way we are." He leaves his arm on my shoulders and plays with my ear with his fingers, adding, "It's kinda cool having a gay kid in Ray's posse, makes us kinda special. Especially a gay college kid." I've got nothing to say to that absurdity. Mark goes, "Are you particular about who you, um, do gay stuff with? I never had a guy suck my dick, if ya know what I'm suggesting?" I look him in the eyes and say, "No, what are you suggesting?" He chuckles, "Yeah, you know, and you're thinking about it too. Ask me sometime and I might let you." I ask, "Do you know what the word delusional means?" He chuckles again and shakes me, basically hugging me against him, mumbling, "Ray's right, you are cute for a boy. You should let your hair grow in long though so you're more like a cute girl; you might have more straight guys give you a chance. Just a suggestion." I calmly say, "In about thirty seconds I'm going to punch the shit out of you. Get the fuck away from me." He's pissed, as he roughly takes his arm off my shoulders, muttering, "Faggot," then slides back to his place on the bleachers. Bean's coming up the bleachers with a box of food, with Devon and Jameson not far behind. Just when I'm starting to like these guys Mark ruins the feeling. I will never let myself get in this position again. A forty minute ride from home with no way to get back except with these mutants. Bean asks, "What was Mark saying to you, Dylan?" I blow out my cheeks, then mumble, "He was propositioning me for a blow job and then called me a faggot. That's about the gist of it, with a few implied insults thrown in." Bean's standing next to me. He says to Mark, "You're disgusting," as I roll my eyes for the hundredth time in the last hour and a half. To me he says, "I got you a hotdog, a Coke, and a bag of peanuts. Hope you like mustard on your dog." I say, "Perfect, Bean, thanks. What do I owe you?" He sits down, saying, "Ray will reimburse me. You're his date so he pays, that's what he told me. He trusts me to look out for you." Oh brother! I mutter, "Well, thanks, dude. That's very nice of you." I actually like Bean although he's more like fourteen years old than eighteen. The hotdog's good and the Coke's cold. When I finish Bean asks, "You want another one?" I go, "Yeah, but let me get one for you this time." Bean's having none of that and off he goes to fetch another hotdog for Ray's date. Devon asks, "How ya doing, Dylan?" He's okay too, so I say, "Except for that asshole Mark, pretty well. How 'bout you?" He goes, "The same as you," and he slides over into Bean's seat, quietly saying, "We don't like Mark either. He's a bully, but Ray lets him hang with us for some reason. There are two other good guys in our posse but they couldn't make it tonight." Bean returns with another hotdog and Coke so it's pretty good, food-wise. The game finally starts and the level of play is halfway between high school varsity and an average college team without too much defense. Ray's a point guard, but he shoots a lot too. He's pretty good if you overlook the showboating he does while dribbling. He's better than I expected, but still unlikely to make a college squad unless it's a lesser known college. That's if he's even going to college. I don't know anything about him actually. Bean's a very chatty fellow and I like him. Devon's been on his cell phone and tells me he has the okay to use his mom's car Saturday morning if it means him getting his haircut. So he's coming over my place around noon on Saturday. Ray's team is eleven and one after winning this game and a sweaty Ray is quite happy about that. He comes over to us after the game and we all congratulate him. Bean tells on Mark again, for "Bullying Dylan and calling him a faggot." Ray's pissed and he whacks the side of Mark's head, knocking his cap off with Mark bitching, "Bean's a liar, I didn't say anything like that." I'm busy rolling my eyes again as Bean yells, "You're the liar, Mark!" Ray asks me, "Who's the liar?" I say, "Mark, but I can take care of myself." Ray whacks Mark again with his open hand, saying, "You're suspended for a week," whatever that means. Then Bean tells me in a whisper, "Mark can't hang out with us for a week. Good!" Oh brother, what a crew. I'm riding back with Ray so everyone except Mark says goodbye to me with one arm hugs and a pat on the back. When it's Devon's turn he says, "See ya Saturday, homie." Oh good, now I'm a homie in Ray's posse. Ray yells back to Bean, "Drop off Cranson and we'll meet the rest of you at Al's later." He gives my shoulders a hug in a macho way, saying, "You and me got some business to take care of before we meet-up with the guys." I ask, "What's Al's?" He pulls the peak of my cap down, saying, "Just a joint were we get drinks and get something to eat. Come on," and I follow him to his car. He says, "We won't need to go far. There's a good spot I used to take my chick to about a mile from here." I grope my crotch feeling horny. Ray's exuding extra sexiness tonight for some reason, and it's driving me crazy trying to pin down why I think he's so sexy. He's got a three- or four-day growth of whiskers, but only on his chin, upper lip, and some whiskers extending down from his sideburns. Patchy at best, but I'm into whiskers now. When he put his arm across my shoulders I caught a whiff of his BO, which I'd forgotten is usually part of the package. He's ruggedly good looking, with a youthfulness too. Good body and I noticed for the first time while watching him dribble that he has very nice looking legs, which I'm guessing he shaves like college and pro basketball players do as an outdated tradition. His shaved legs are very youthful looking, in contrast to the whiskers he's rocking. The short burr haircut adds to a tough look, but none of these things by themselves qualifies as sexy; all these combined it does it for me somehow. Probably his over-confident personality, without any real reason for him being overly confident, adds to me perceiving him as sexy, but I'm guessing because I'm still not sure. In his car, he says, "I wasn't planning on fucking you tonight, but seeing you rooting for me in the stands I got the urge. You'll suck my cock first and then I'll give you your reward." I want to tell him to go fuck himself, or don't do me no favors, except I'm pretty damn horny tonight. Getting fucked really well by Ryan and Robby, up to four times a day, tends to make me especially horny when I'm not getting anything at all. Well, no orgasms at least. I don't want him changing his mind so I butter him up by muttering, "You fuck good, Ray," Then get pissed-off at myself for sucking up to him like that. Ray's used to his posse sucking up to him though and doesn't think anything about me doing it too. He says, "Did ya have a good time tonight? It's kind of a crazy date, but it's the best I could do. How'd ya like my dribbling?" For the most part I had an okay time tonight, especially when the game started and I didn't need to deal with that asshole Mark Cranson. I go, "Yeah, it was good, Ray, I especially like Bean. Devon's a good kid too, but Mark is a loser and I'm gonna punch his lights out if he keeps up his shit." Ray goes, "Be my guest, it won't be the first time he gets his ass handed to him and it won't be the last." Ray pulls the car onto an unpaved side road, just a bed of gravel. He parks and says, "Okay, undress. It'll be easier to do that outside. Pass me your clothes through the window and then we'll get in the backseat." I hesitate, and he says, "Or, if you don't want to do that you can suck me off. I like that too." I look at him: Yeah, he's sexy and I'm horny. Getting out of the car, standing in the gravel with the door open, I pull my tee-shirt over my head and toss it in to the bucket seat I was sitting on, then step out of my basketball shorts, then my jockey shorts and toss then in the car groping my cock. It's firm from just thinking about getting fucked. "You can leave your sneakers on," Ray says. He gets out and we get in the back seat through different doors. Ray says, "Close the front door, Dylan," as he's pulling his shorts off. I get out and close the door, while I get back in Ray's taking his underpants off and he's playing with his cock and balls. He mutters, "Sweaty," meaning his cock and balls, but so is his face. I ask, "Aren't you going to take your shirt off?" He asks, "Why?" and the real reason is so I can get a good whiff of his BO, but I say, "So I can feel your bare chest." He says, "That's what Sheila always said too. Good to know you're getting into me. This is working out good, ain't it? Being my boyfriend I mean." He pulls his shirt over his head and I bite my lip to keep from saying what I'm thinking, which is that Ray's got a hot body. One of the few boys I have sex with who has hair on his chest. Ray doesn't have a lot, just over his breastbone, plus that trail of wispy hair from his belly button to his pubes. It looks sexy. He asks again, "Being my boyfriend working out good for you, Dylan?" He's sincere, like he's very interested in what I'll say. I mutter, "Yeah, it is, Ray. You gonna do any making out?" I hate to be this needy, but I really want to feel those whiskers and see how it adds to the sexiness. He grins, "I know how to take care of my girl, er, boyfriend. Slide over to me." I swallow hard, wishing my dick wasn't so much in charge of my brain. "Face me," he says, so I turn to face him. "A little closer," he says, patting the seat right next to him so I get close and he puts an arm on each of my shoulders, asking, "Do you get turned on by my scent? I got some BO going for me tonight." It's insane, but I'm captivated by him already and find myself nodding my head real fast like I do with Ryan and Robby, and my cock feels awesomely tight. He says, "Damn, you're cute. You know, I might be falling for you like I do with girls. Ain't that crazy? It surprises the hell out me, I'll tell you that much. It's like I knew you were hot, but I never thought I'd fall for you. It used to be I just wanted to fuck you." His BO is very noticeable, but it's not gross BO like some guys have. Ray's is an overly sweet odor, like just before a piece of fruit goes rotten. He says, "You always knew that bullshit story of mine about trying to decide if I was bisexual was bogus, didn't you?" I shrug and he laughs, then wraps his arm around my neck, the BO wafting up, and our lips come together. I try concentrating on his whiskers but he's a good make-out, and when his tongue's in my mouth all I can think about is my cock growing very hard. Ray moves his face on mine as he kisses and I do get a good feel of his whiskers now, and an embarrassingly long moan slips out of my throat, "Mmmmmmm." Ray breaks the kiss looking down at his lap. and he goes, "Jesus Christ! I got a boner from kissing you, and you got one too. Breakthrough in our relationship. This is fucking cool. I never got a boner kissing a girl." He's sincerely surprised by his boner, but what that tells me is Ray's more gay than he thinks. He kisses me some more then abruptly breaks the kiss, asking, "Who gave you that hickey?" I say, "My boyfriend." He says, "You mean your other boyfriend, don'cha?" and for a second I wonder how he found out about Ryan, but realize quickly that he's referring to Robby. I go, "Yeah, that's what I meant." He stares at me a second, then asks, "Isn't the girl supposed to give hickeys to her boyfriend?" I shrug, "I don't know, Ray. Maybe straight boyfriend/girlfriends don't even do hickeys." He says, "I think you're supposed to give me the hickey, I'm pretty sure of that." I go, "Do you want me to?" He says, "You're supposed to want to, but don't get sensitive, I'm not being critical. We're new boyfriends and we're just working through things." He waits as I look expectantly, then I tentatively ask, "Can I give you a hickey, Ray? I want to." He says, "Yeah, you can, but from now on you're supposed to just do it. You know, like you can't help yourself, you just have to lick and suck my neck or where ever you want to do the hickey. I'd like it to be visible though so the guys can see how you feel about me. Okay?" Once again his naive sincerity is kind of sweet in a crazy way. I nod that I understand and lean against his chest and begin sucking, licking, and kissing a spot on his sweaty neck. He keeps his arms around me so the BO is continuous and after awhile I slip into a very pleasant submissive trance, like Ryan warned me I would. Ray isn't aware of it though, and he doesn't know anything about the sub/dom thing, so I'm not worried. I'm just enjoying the dreamy feeling. No worries because at this moment, everything is just right. Ray breaks the spell going, "Ow, damn, that's enough. I didn't expect it to sting like this. Don't think I'm a wuss, but that burns." I mutter, "I'm sorry, Ray," as I stare at the first hickey I think I've ever done. It's not as big as some I've gotten, but there's no mistaking it for anything but what it is. Ray feels it with his finger, muttering, "Damn, that's gonna attract attention," and he chuckles contentedly. "Okay, what do you say, ready to suck my cock?" Then he adds, "My boner went down when you were sucking on my neck. Was it hot for you - doing the neck sucking I mean?" He's always like this, asking question after question trying to convince himself I'm into him as much as he thinks I am. I don't know myself if I'm into him or just having fun with him. Forgetting his first question, I figure a simple 'yes' will pretty much cover it, so I say, "Yes, Ray." To remind me what I said 'yes' to, he cups behind my neck and gently pull my head down to his sweaty balls and that big cock of his. I pick up his sweaty cock and put it in my mouth. Definitely a strong crotch smell, but not offensive, just very boyish. He's got a real good cock, not quite as long as Ryan's, but there's more heft to it. My only complaint is Ray has too much pubic hair and it's too long, and today it's wet with sweat so that's not particularly sexy, but I give Ray the same good cock sucking I give Robby and Ryan. Ray's been squirming on the seat squeezing my shoulders or rubbing my head, but he's not a moaner like us guys in the threesome are. I really get into sucking cock, as it's a rush feeling it grow in my mouth. When Ray's cock is nicely boned up I begin licking his sweaty balls, inhaling his musty scent, wanting to stroke my own boner, but I don't because I'm seriously worried I'll cum. No orgasms for over twenty-four hours, so Ray's BO scent, and him in general, plus sucking his cock has me ready to blow my load. Lifting his nuts and straining my neck I lick close to his asshole and again he didn't wipe properly. One of these days I may have to deal with that if I keep Ray as my side-sex and right now I'm leaning that way because, like I keep saying, he's sexy and I'm enjoying myself. Not necessarily with the posse, but with Ray I am. Licking under his balls I hear him grunting, then "Oooooh, mmmmm," so I do get a moan of sexual arousal out of Ray after all, and now a big glob of precum drools from his cock and lands on my cheek. Ray says, "Stop now, Dylan. Man that felt good, but you did things out of order. Remember my instructions from last time." I'm submissive again, although I didn't realize it until right now, so I meekly say, "I'm sorry, Ray, I forgot about that." He's not pissed, more like he's excited, "No, not to worry. You were obviously anxious to suck my cock, I understand a gay boy's needs, but try to remember the order I explained to you last time. I'll run over it again with you next time and I expect you to remember it, overall you did really good." I look chagrined, although I don't feel chagrined at all, and Ray says, "Dammit, I forgot how sensitive you are. You're just like a gir--', um, well, never mind who you're like. I'm sorry for being critical, you did fine. Now it's time for you get on your hands and knees and I'll give you what you want most of all, a hard fucking." I start to get off the seat, still in one of my submissive moods. Ray, says. "What the hell ya doing, up on the seat, Dylan, not the floor." I don't have any idea why I was going to get on the floor. I go, "Oh yeah, of course," and get on my hands and knees up on the seat and he gets on his knees too, his boner swaying in front of him. Looking back I see him shimmy up between my calves and lay his boner, lengthwise, at the top of my crack. Ray looks very pleased with himself as he spreads my ass cheeks peering closely at my asshole. "Nice and clean," he mutters. A finger pokes my anus and then he pushes it in. I go, "MMMmmmmm," he says, "It's just my finger. What, my finger gets you hot? Heh heh, um, what's that thing in your ass that's get you squirming?" I say, "My prostate, it would get you squirming too, Ray." He laughs, mumbling, "We're never going to find out if I'd squirm or not, bud, 'cause nothing goes up my ass; it's a one way tunnel if you get my meaning." His finger goes in further and feels good. Ray, still muttering, says, "I really should be wearing a condom when I'm cornholing you. That's the name for butt-fucking, by the way." Mmmm, I think I've heard that before. He says, "Your asshole looks like a rosebud, that's what it says when I Goggled 'butt-fucking', and there's other names for it besides cornholing and butt fucking. Is this your prostate?" as he wiggles his finger in my ass. I go, "No, that's not it," and I can't stop myself from asking, "Can you fuck me now, Ray, I'm, um, really looking forward to it." He says, "Hey, that makes me feel good. Butt-fucking feels different than straight fucking with a girl." He's talking too much this time, too. Finally Ray gets his cock head positioned, "This what you've been anxious for?" he asks, as he pushes inside me. I make a fool of myself going, "Ooooooh, mmmmm," Ray chuckles, "Like my big cock, do ya, Dylan?" and he squeezes my butt cheeks and pushes in further. Oh God it feels good, so fucking good having my rectum stretched and itched and stimulated by Ray's big boner, as it plows up further he lets out a quiet moan, "Ooooh, damn, this feels good. I can't imagine anyone else's ass feeling as good as yours. In my experience, which is limited as far a cornholing goes, your ass is by far the best; it grips my cock and massages it. Ya know what... I think I like this better than straight screwing, I really do." I try not to listen to his babbling and instead concentrate on how good it feels, letting out a moan of pleasure without thinking, "Ummmmm, ooooh yeaaah, Ray," as his groin plasters against my ass cheeks and his throbbing boner is way up inside me and all the sensitive pleasure spots in my rectum are happily buzzing along. Ray does a noisy inhale, mumbling, "I'm not going to last long, this is really turning me on." Then a loud, "MMMMM," from Ray as he withdraws his big boner, then pushes that bad boy back up my ass, and I'm like, "Aaaaah, Ray, that feels so good." He grunts with pleasure, and starts a hard fuck, banging his crotch into my ass, gripping my hips too tightly, his fingers digging into me. I'm rocking forwards on my hands and knees every time he slams into me, rocking forward and sliding on the seat. A big grunt from Ray as the 'smack' sound of his body slams into my ass and the skin against skin sounds add to the sexiness and act as an applause for this very hot fuck. I'm making, "Ohh, ohh, ohh," sounds with each penetration as the sensations build and build in my ass, my cock quivers as I once again resist the strong urge to stroke my dripping boner. I want Ray's fuck to provide me a sensational orgasm, not my hand. The need for climax builds with each thrust up my ass as sweat droplets from Ray's face dampens my back. The hotter it gets in the car the stronger is the blend of Ray's scent and BO. It's so sexy I moan, "Ooooooh, Fuck my ass Ray...Oooooooh." That awesome tantalizing buzzing increases in my rectum, and sexual pleasure sensations spread out all around my pelvic region making my shoulders shudder and my head shake. Ray takes his hands from my hips, leans over me and gets his arms around my chest, as his sweaty armpits slide on my sides while he lifts me up on my knees. My head's back on his shoulder as Ray holds me tight against his sweaty torso; his hip smoothly firing his cock way up my ass with shorter, even harder, humps into my butt hole. The feel of his muscular arms around me, his sweaty body and the sexy BO-enhanced scent of Ray surround me in a sort of fog. I'm limp in his arms as he increases the speed of penetration while my boner tightens further and moves away from my belly. My head moves on Ray's shoulder, the side of his face against my cheek with his wet whiskers scratchy now. My moaning is constant and that, plus Ray's grunts, are now joined by desperate whimpers from both Ray and me as our climaxes build up quickly. We're both up on our knees, with mine spread so Ray can fit tightly to me. I'm about ready to pass-out with the need to cum, and just then there's incredible sensations in my ass and cock as cum rushes out from my boner with me doing a high pitched squeal, shaking in Rays arms, as he makes a crying sound and shoots cum in my ass. It's so squishy and warm in my rectum as he pumps his boner in his cum, firing more spunk at the same second that another stream of creamy cum is flying from my cock, splashing against the door. I'm so fucking aroused, my shoulders are shuddering constantly now, with Ray's sweaty body feeling so sexy against my back, and his scent's an aphrodisiac. Now I'm stroking my cock like mad, draining my nuts of cum, then laying back against Ray as limp as a rag doll. He brings his arms up from around my chest as a hand cups my chin, turning my head towards him, and he surprises me by giving the side of my mouth a kiss, his whiskers scratching, and I stroke my cock again thinking how sexy Ray is. So sexy with his macho manner, his chest hair, muscles, BO, and especially his whiskers. He's breathing hard from the energy he's put into this fuck. Breathlessly he says, "Goddamn, Dylan, that might be the wildest climax I ever had. Can you taste my cum? I shot enough up your ass that some might have reached your taste buds, heh heh." And he kisses me again, then mutters, "You and me are growing tighter, dude. Man, that was a hot fuck! You feel good, I love how your body feels." He keeps hugging me, contradicting what he said last time about no cuddling after sex with me. Ray backs his cock out of my ass going, "Aaaaaaah, oh shit," then slides it right back in and I go, "Ahhhhhh, ooh, ooh." He fucks me for another five minutes, my sloppy ass spraying his cum on him and me as his boner squishes into it forcing some to fly out my asshole. Ray's into kissing me every now and then as he continues fucking me. When he stops for good, he takes a deep breath, then mutters, "You're so fucking hot, Dylan. Hotter and, um, sexier than I even thought you'd be. Damn, I really like you and I never expected to feel this way about another boy. And for the third time he slides his cock back up my ass and fucks me some more as I'm limp, my back firmly against his well defined chest. I've been just leaning back against him, not moving because I like the feel and scent that's totally filled my head by now. He's finally done, asking, "How was it for you?" I go, "It was hot, Ray, very sexy, and I'm serious about that." He rubs my head saying, "We're in agreement then. Obviously I need to make you a priority instead of some casual boyfriend sex. I'd ask you to suck my cock except it's pretty yucky at the moment, although I did have a girlfriend a year or so who would do it, you know, so she could show her appreciation." I go, "Well, you didn't have a sloppy cock for her because you used a condom. She didn't suck the condom, did she?" He says, "No, of course not, but there was some stuff on my cock. Ray's sitting on the seat now with his cock laying on his thigh, pretty much flaccid. "Don't sit, Dylan, your ass is full of cum and it's running all over your firm, bubble butt cheeks. I don't want that mess on the fucking seats. He pulls a magazine from the pocket in the door, muttering, "What's this?" then, "Oh, yeah, Esquire, you can sit on this." I say, "I'll suck your cock, Ray." He smiles, "I thought if I put the idea in your head you'd probably want to stay on my good side. Okay, go for it; clean little Ray up." I sit on the glossy magazine, which feels weird, lean over and rest the side of my face on his thigh, then put his cock in my mouth and suck the cum and ass matter off as he rubs my arm and shoulder, mumbling, "Take care of it, Dylan. You're getting some brownie points with me now." I suck his cock clean and get it partially boned-up again, as he mumbles, "Never knew anyone who sucks cock a good as you. You know how to suck cock and suck-in with me at the same time. Are you surprised at how hot you are for me?" Taking his cock from my mouth and holding it in my fingers, I think about that question, then look at Ray, and say, "Yeah, I am, Ray. I didn't expect to get this turned on, but there's no denying that you get me wicked aroused." He pats my head, mumbling, "Me too; I'm surprised too. Man, this is unexpected, but I already knew you had a thing for me so I don't know why it should surprise me." I look at his masculine face and reach up to rub his whiskers, still fascinated that they're so sexy to me. He asks, "You like getting fucked by a man, don't ya?" He's already asked that a couple of times, but I answer him again, "Yep, as long as the man's as sexy as you. You're right too, I've always thought you were sexy and I guess it isn't because of one thing, it's a combination of things." He chuckles, mumbling, "Jesus, you suck up to me more than Bean does, haha. Okay, that's enough or you'll give me a big head. Sit up," and as I do he reaches over and gets my tee-shirt off the seat. "Roll over on your side." Thinking maybe he's going to fuck me some more, I lay over on my side and Ray uses my tee-shirt to wipe his cum off my ass and then, leaning over me with a hand on my side for support, he wipes my cum off the side of the door, saying, "We need to have a towel or something to catch the cum, ya know, keep it off the car." I ask, "You used my shirt, what am I going to wear?" He wipes my ass again saying, "Your shorts, ya don't need a shirt to get in Al's." What the fuck is next, I wonder? to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider giving a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty so they an cover the expense of providing free stories for your enjoyment. It's simple to do and very much appreciated. Details on Nifty.