Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 05:36:51 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 28 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 28 by Donny Mumford Manny and Jameson just left with their new haircuts and are happy with them; they're even happier that the haircuts were free.Ray and his posse are apparently addicted to peer pressure within their group; what one does, the others do the same. The exception to the peer pressure is apparently Dawg, who is very different, and I'm not sure about that asshole Mark. While I was cutting his hair, Manny told me he was really happy I'm in the posse; he said they have the best looking kid in Framingham as one of their boys now. Then Jameson said that Manny's the smartest kid in Framingham and I'm the best looking, and that Ray's posse really rocks now. All day I was getting one compliment after another, they all treat me like I'm a celebrity. Ray says I'm a prize and his girlfriend said I'm sexy. Jeez, none of those guys or girls annoy me; they're all very likable. They're all welcoming me with open arms, which presents me with a problem: how do I extract myself from their group without hurting anyone's feelings? I can't keep this up, for any number of reasons, but they've done nothing to warrant getting dumped on by me. I'll think of something, especially were Ray's concerned. He's the one who will be hurt the most and the more I know him, the more I like him, but not as his boyfriend or as a member of his posse. I can't talk to Chubby or Robby about this, or anyone else, because it's embarrassing, which is one of the reasons I need to leave this behind. It reminds me a little of how I outsmarted myself with that loser Alan Snyder. I thought I was playing him for laughs, and because I'd talked myself into thinking he was sexy. He was far from sexy; I was playing a game with him just like I've done with Ray, and in both incidents I've painted myself in a corner. Alan made a fool out of me in the end, and he fucked me, too, the way he wanted to do it, not how I envisioned it. I couldn't discuss that situation with anyone either. The Alan Snyder fiasco was not one of my finer moments, and neither is this situation I've created with Ray and his friends. This is different of course, because it means hurting peoples' feelings who aren't aware I was basically jobbing them for my own entertainment. I'm awful! Dammit, why couldn't they have been a bunch of nitwits like I thought they'd be? How'd I know they'd turn out to be more normal than me? I'm the nitwit, not them. I've got to think of a compromise. Maybe I'll come up with something tonight on my date with Ray. Something like offering to be an associate posse member, who gives free haircuts, but only hooks-up with the posse on rare occasions, or something like that. Ray might accept something along those lines if I word it just right, which would take care of the posse part. Then I need to do something that will cause Ray to dump me as his boyfriend and do it in a way he doesn't lose face, much like he pretended to dump his last girlfriend, and maybe me dating Seth will do that. It'll be like Ray dumps me for cheating on him, but we'll still be friends. If Ray saves face, it'll be like this: if I can ever get my act together, maybe he'll take me back as his boyfriend. Some bullshit like that. It needs polish, but it's the start of a plan at least. I need a cigarette. Haha, I'm not allowed to smoke in Ray's posse so that's one good thing that's comes out of it; cutting down on my smoking. Lighting up a Marlboro on my front stoop I watch the world go by down on the street below, while thinking how cute Devon is with that new short haircut, and the way his ears stick out the sides of his head. Nice girlfriend too. Wonder what it's like to be straight, and if I were straight would I be a straight hound dog, like I'm a gay hound dog? What exactly does 'hound dog' mean anyway? When I finish my cigarette, I Google 'hound dog': It says a hound dog is any hunting breed, and for humans it mean a morally reprehensible person. Jesus, is that what I am? There must be another less explosive meaning or very few people would call someone that. Then Chubby comes into my condo carrying the Keurig coffee maker. "Where do you want me to put this, bro?" I smile, saying, "On the counter next to the outlet. You ready for instant coffee in the morning?" He goes, "Nope! I'm having coffee with you every morning." He puts the machine down and we do a hug with me kissing his cheek. He asks, "Whatcha been up to?" I mutter, "Oh, getting stuff at the mall. Did you finish work with Mary Jo's father early?" He says, "Early? It's almost six o'clock. What should we do for dinner?" I go, "Lets fix something here." Chubby's like, "Robby butchered your hair again, I see. It's uneven, and the back's fucked up. Come on downstairs and I'll fix it." I go, "Okay, do you think it's fixable?" He says, "Yeah, but why don't you just get me to give you a haircut when you need one?" I go, "I don't know. You're never around." I purposely never check the haircut at the back of my head because I don't want to know what it looks like. Hmmm, not one of the posse said anything about it being fucked-up. Probably they didn't want to hurt my feelings. Chubby spends about five minutes cutting little snip-its of hair before saying, "Okay, that's much better." I check it out and it does look a lot better. "Thanks, Chubby." After that we do a simple dinner: spaghetti with meat sauce that Chubby makes with a jar of spaghetti sauce with his hamburg and ground pork mixture that includes onions, garlic, and green pepper, plus spices like red pepper flakes. I make a salad and pour on Ken's Italian dressing, then dilute the strength of Ken's dressing with some olive oil. We talk about his girlfriends and my boyfriends, with me forgetting to mention Ray, on purpose. I tell Chubby I have a date tonight, but let him assume it's with Robby. He's going out with Mary Jo. He sucks in a strand of spaghetti, then says, "MJ's promised me some oral sex without the need for me to reciprocate." I mutter, "Lucky you, but you'll be comparing her oral sex to the way your brother gives you oral sex. You're bound to be disappointed with her pathetic effort, won't ya?" He chuckles, mumbling, "Of course, but I don't want to discourage her, I plan on lying." "Good plan," I say. We clean up the kitchen and Chubby borrows my pink Polo golf shirt, then goes up for his shower. Hmmm, that pink Polo shirt would have gone good with my blond hair and this awesome tan I have from working outdoors all month, but what am I thinking? I'm going out with Ray, I don't need to impress him. Even so, after a shower I do dress in cool clothes, but not necessarily for Ray... I just like looking good. Wonder what movie we're going to see tonight. I don't get to the movies enough. My cell phone beeps indicating a call, and the caller ID indicates it's from Ray. What now? I answer, "Ray, whassup?" He goes, "Hi Dylan, just a heads up: we're double dating with Devon and Annie tonight. You were a huge hit with the posse today, everyone loves you, dude. Damn, you impressed the hell out of all of them. I knew you would. I'm gonna give you an extra special, um, treat after the movies, you deserve it. See you in half an hour." I mutter, "Okay, that's great, Ray. See you then." I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't looking forward to his so-called treat. Robby was awesome last night, but that was a whole day ago. I grope my junk thinking about Ray's big dick. Hey, I didn't notice Ray's signature BO today. That's a first. It'll be disappointing if he doesn't have at least a faint hint of his brand of BO. He had whiskers today so I hope he doesn't shave them. I won't be able to smoke tonight, so I better have one now out on the balcony. As I'm smoking I think about this crazy day, and what Ray just said about the posse embracing me like they did. Damn, it sure doesn't make it any easier to dump them. Why'd they have to turn out to be such good guys? That really caught me off guard. It's ironic that I'm pissed-off they're good guys, but that's only because I need a way out, and if they were morons or assholes it'd be simple to walk away. Is it really so bad if I hook up with them once in a while? I mean, I'll be away at college most of the year anyway. That'd be the time to disconnect. If I was twenty-five hooking up with twenty-three year old guys it'd be no big deal, but it sorta is a big deal at our age. Well, lets see how the night goes, maybe I'll think of a graceful way out. After my cigarette, I brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash, then stand outside watching for Ray. He's right on time with Devon and Annie in the back seat. I give a wave and walk down to them. As I'm getting in the car, all of them give me a warm greeting. It's a bit weird being Ray's date, double dating no less, but it is what it is. It doesn't seem weird when it's just me and Robby or me and Ryan, but we never double dated with anyone and this just seems awkward somehow, especially because it's Ray and his friends. We talk about the movie we're going to see; it's in 3-D. The 3-D nowadays is excellent, although my mom says it didn't used to be too cool. For the longest time there were no 3-D movies, but they perfected them and now there's lots of them. Annie is very friendly and all three of them totally include me in the conversation so I don't feel like an outsider at all. Right away I check Ray's face and see that he didn't shave, but he sees me looking, and says, "I didn't shave for our date because you liked my whiskers on our last date." My face gets red, and Annie says, "Oh, that's so cute: Dylan blushes," and she wasn't making fun of me, she truly means I'm cute. No one makes fun of me in this group. Ray tells us how jealous his girlfriend, Maryanne, is of me, adding, "She's jealous of you, Dylan, but she's crazy about you, too. Ironic, isn't it?" We talk about today a little and then Ray parks among hundreds of cars at the movie complex. Going to the movies is kind of a popular thing to do on Saturday nights, especially for teens who can't make the bar scene yet. Annie and I stand in line for popcorn while our dates, the ones playing the male roles, stand in line for tickets. She's full of questions about Ray and me. She asks, "Is there, like love involved with you two? Devie and me love each other." I go, "Nah, it's just a buddy thing with us." She wants to know, "Do you, you know, make-out?" I go, "Not much with Ray, but gay boys generally do make out if they're really into each other. Ray, being bi, isn't into holding hands or making out with his boyfriend yet, even though the little bit of it he did was quite good." She says, "Oh I know, I went with Ray long ago and he was a good make-out even back when we were basically kids." Then she wants to know, "Do you think Ray's sexy? He's sexy to us girls and he's hot looking too, a macho dude." I mumble, "Ya know, I do think he's hot, but from my personal gay boy's perspective your boyfriend would be more my style." She says, "Oh, you go for cute boys more than macho ones. Ray's cute too though, in a way." I say, "Yeah, he is in a way, but Devon's much cuter." She likes that I think her boyfriend's cute and she hugs me around my waist, saying, "Devie will be so proud when I tell him you think he's cute." The line is moving agonizingly slow and I realize people around us can hear our strange conversation, so I blush again making Annie giggle and whisper close to my ear, "Don't pay any attention to them, Dylan, they're jealous. Hey, you smell good." I nod, "Um, thanks." She says, "There's not a bisexual gene in Devie's body, but if there were he'd go for you. Who wouldn't?!" I mutter, "Thanks, you're cute, too." She giggles, "You said that with an implied, cute 'for a girl'. It was unspoken, but I almost heard it." She's not upset by that at all, she thinks it's funny. I go, "No, I didn't mean to imply that. You're cute, period, end of sentence." We're grinning and she's giggling, but not in an annoying manner. She asks, in a whisper, a question I knew was on her mind, "Do you two do the thing in the rear end?" I say, "Yes, we do," and she wants to know, "Um, if you don't mind me asking, who does it to who?" I grin again, and say, "I don't mind you asking. Ray does it to me," and she goes, "Knowing Ray the way I do, that's what I'd expect, he's a stud. When Ray came right out to all of us that he's bisexual, it didn't surprise any of us, and we admired his honesty and his self-confidence. I think you're great too, Dylan. I mean for being up front about everything. If you were straight you'd have girls falling over you, like gay guys probably do." I go, "Guys don't fall all over me, Annie. I'm just a regular gay kid, not sure what I'm doing half the time." Annie says, "I think you're wonderful and you're especially nice to Ray, who many people misunderstand; you're truly great for him. He feels fulfilled with you as his boyfriend, and he's even admitted he's your second choice to Rob Dickers, who's so gorgeous it's ridiculous. We all love Ray, I can't even tell you all the nice things, money-wise and otherwise, he's done for all of us. We all know that most kids think he's an oddball, and he's different for sure, but he's a great friend to have on your side. Of course, I've known him for years, all of us have, so we know the real Ray." I say, "You should be his public relations director." She goes, "Guess I'm going on about Ray too much, but I want you to know you made a good choice when you decided to be his boyfriend. Did he ask you or did you ask him? " She's got a lot of questions alright. I lie and say, "It was more a mutual agreement than one of us asking the other." She grins, "Oh, that's so cool!" The guys come over with the tickets just as it's our turn at the refreshment stand. Devon gives Annie a quick kiss, so I look at Ray with a smirk on my face. He makes a face back at me, then chuckles, "I can't do it, Dylan. I'm new to this." I hold my fist out and we bump fists instead of kissing. The good thing about a movie is you don't need to talk, and that means no more questions from Annie, although I didn't really mind them all that much. She has no agenda, she's just curious and I can hardly blame her. The no-talking rule while the movie's playing doesn't carry much weight with quite a few kids in attendance tonight. We manage to get through the movie without fighting anyone, but Ray kept looking back at a group of teen boys who did non-stop chattering of unfunny material that they thought was funny. It reminded me a little of last night's girls-night-out group of forty-year old women in Joe's American Bar and Grill. The movie is quite good and afterwards we stand outside talking with other kids, both boys and girls, that Annie, Devon, and Ray know, but who aren't in the posse. Ray keeps his arm around my neck and gives a little pull on me every now and then getting me to bump bodies with him, which gets some strange looks, but no one questions it. I don't know these kids so I don't care until I hear, "Yo, Dylan," and it's a kid I know who played baseball with Robby last year. He comes over and thankfully Ray lets his arm drift away from my neck as I take a few steps to do a handshake and one arm hug with Dave Patterson. "Is Rob here?" Dave wants to know. I go, "Ah, no, not tonight." He says, "Hey, straighten me out about something. I heard from Art Novack that you and Rob are, you know, um, boyfriends. What's the story?" I go, "Yeah, we are. Why?" He goes, "Oh, nothing, I just didn't know if it was true or a rumor. It's cool. Say hi for me, okay?" I go, "You bet, Dave. See ya." I feel good about that, but it's funny how news travels. Being gay puts us in a small minority so it's a novelty, a curiosity, but it doesn't make us bad people. Ray says, "Dylan, come on, we're going to McDonald's." I walk over and Ray does what Willie always did, as well as Ryan, he puts his arm around my waist as we walk to the car, saying, "I gotta get used to doing the same things I do with my girlfriend, so no time like the present to start. I'm not a procrastinator." What the hell, if Ray's open about it, why not me, so I put my arm across his shoulders. Ray gives my body a squeeze as he looks at me grinning, then he asks, "This is awesome, isn't it?" I just give him a grin, because awesome isn't exactly the word I'd choose. I wouldn't say it sucks because I like who I'm with okay, the movie was good, and Ray's good at gay sex. So what's my problem? Do I think I'm better than this crew? I hope that's not it. Ray walks me around to the passenger side of the car, talking about the movie. Then he gives the back of my neck an affectionate squeeze as I'm getting in. Devon and Annie are making-out in the backseat as Ray drives, telling me about his plans for tomorrow. He wants me to join the posse in a softball game they have tomorrow against another group of kids. I'm noncommittal, mumbling vaguely that there's something I need to do for my mom. Inside McDonald's we find Manny, Bean, and Jameson. Annie and I join the three guys for the obligatory fist bump and hug greeting that the posse does every time they meet or leave. Bean says, "Good to see someone corrected your haircut, Dylan. We were all talking about how great you are as a barber, but what a bad haircut you had yourself." Annie says, "Bean, you'll embarrass Dylan." He says, "I was giving him a compliment, Annie." I go, "It's alright. My, um, other boyfriend tried giving me a haircut, but my brother straightened it out earlier tonight." "You got your brother to fix it for your date with Ray I'll bet," says Bean. I chuckle, "Yeah, for that, Bean." Ray and Devon come over with trays of food. They put them down and do the greeting with Bean, Devon, and Manny. It's definitely cool seeing all the guys at the table with haircuts I gave them; they're in two styles, the burr haircuts on all of us except Devon and Jameson, who have short haircuts combed down on top and flipped up in front. Ray notices it too and says, "These haircuts give the posse style, dudes. We can thank the newest member of my posse for that," and all the guys reach over to bump fists with me again. Annie says, "I feel left out, but us girls always feel left out with you guys; you're a tight group." Jameson asks, "Who's playing first base tomorrow?" Ray mumbles, "Mark usually plays first, but he's still on suspension, so probably Bean 'cause he's the tallest." Devon says, "You don't need to be tall to play first base, do you, Dylan?" I like Bean, but I say, "If I agree with you, we'd both be wrong." He asks Jameson, "Do you agree with that?" Jameson shrugs, muttering, "I used to be indecisive about it, but now I'm not sure," and Manny laughs. We look at him, and he goes, "Two paraprosdokians in a row." We all look at each other. Ray frowns, explaining, "Manny speaks three languages, which one was that, Manny?" Manny laughs again, saying, "English. Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected, and often humorous or has a dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax. Some paraprosdokians play on the double meaning of a word creating a form of syllepsis which can be understood as 'semantic zeugma'." Bean says, "What the fuck's that mean, what you just said ?" "Here's another example," Manny explains, "We never really grow-up in our posse, we only learned how to act in public." Ray and Bean say, at the same time, "I don't get it," and I don't either, but I also don't give a shit. Biting into my cheeseburger I block out further explanations from Manny, who sincerely wants the guys to understand, and they seem to want to, but can't. Some things ya just don't need to know, that's my philosophy. They give up on paraprosdokians finally and tell some jokes that aren't of the dirty variety and aren't of the particularly funny variety, either. Annie fits in with the six guys at the table surprisingly well, holding her own with any topic except sports. When we've all eaten, and we're just sucking on our drinks and talking, Devon and Annie hold hands. They're a real cute couple. Bean asks Manny, "Tina still, um, under the weather?" Manny says, "Oh man, dude, she was crying on the phone in real pain," and all the guys agree we're glad we don't need to deal with that problem, but maybe this makes Ray remember his date because he glances at me and uncouthly gropes his junk in front of Annie, muttering, to Manny, Devon, and Bean, "Ah, can you guys give Devon and Annie a ride home? I've got something I need to do with my boyfriend." The guys chuckle and exchange glances, doing things with their eyes, grinning, while Annie gives Ray a disgusted expression at his crudeness, saying, "Come on, Ray, don't embarrass Dylan like that." He goes, "I don't embarrass anybody, that's not the way I roll." She's shaking her head, looking at me, saying, "He didn't mean that in a crude way, it's just Ray being Ray." I go, "No problem." There's no problem getting a ride for Devon and Annie either. As we're leaving, all the guys give Ray and me the fist bump and hug routine with each guy thanking me again for the haircuts. Ray and I walk out with me thinking it's a nice feeling being part of a larger group; the feeling of 'belonging' is a basic need for almost everyone I suspect, but I always got that from Chubby and our family. Still, I can appreciate these guys feeling that they belong to something with their posse. It's a good feeling, but it's the wrong group for me, although I'm having trouble articulating the reason for that to myself, so how the hell am I going to explain it to Ray? There's almost two years difference in our ages, but that's all I got to go on at the moment. Is that enough reason to blow them off when they're so nice to me? Ray says, "I wasn't trying to embarrass you a minute ago; that's the last thing I want to do. Did I embarrass you?" I go, "It's a little like kiss-and-tell. You basically announced you'd be having sex with me, and I hope that wasn't to show off to the posse." He goes, "Damn, I see what you mean, and I apologize. I won't do it again. Are you mad at me?" Actually, I'm more surprised he's so willing to admit his mistake more than I am mad or that he made the mistake in the first place. I go, "Nah, I'm not mad at you, Ray. We're cool." He says, "Okay," like he just decided on something. He stops us, then adds, "I'm new at this, but you deserve at least as much as I give my girlfriend." I don't know what he's referring to, but then he pulls my head down and kisses me on the lips. He says, "That's getting easier to do," and he does it again, with tongue this time. His face moving against mine, his whiskers slightly scratchy on my face. We're in the parking lot, so it's surprising Ray's kissing me, especially here. As he's done with the kiss he gropes his junk with one hand and takes my hand with the other, and we walk to the car as I analyze his kiss and decide it was pretty damn sexy. Plus, I detected that hint of BO I'm expecting. The kiss, plus holding hands with him, emphasizes my horniness. So now I'm licking my lips, tasting his saliva, anxious for some gay sex. Ray kisses me again outside the car. A really good kiss reminding me of Ryan for a second. He finishes the kiss, saying, "That's hot, Dylan. I'm learning from you so I can enjoy the bisexual experience more fully. I've experimented with Elliot and one other boy, who's not in the posse. I can admit that to you now that you and me are boyfriends. Elliot and me talked about you and he has nothing but the best things to say about you, and I can see he's right. You're totally awesome and I'm grateful to you for agreeing to be my first real boyfriend. I hope I don't let you down." Oh fuck! I keep getting in deeper and deeper by the minute. I mumble, "You don't let anyone down on purpose, Ray. We're good." He smiles happily, pats my back, and we get in the car. As he drives he tells me, "My folks are at the casino in Rhode Island for the night." I say, "Twin River," and he goes, "Yeah, that's the one. Plus, Elliot's staying with Jay tonight so we have the house to ourselves." I go, "I can't spend the night, Ray," and he's like, "Damn, I wish you could. I should have said something earlier; I don't know what I was thinking. Well, we at least can use my bed so I can do you up right. I'm kind of excited, are you, Dylan?" I say, "Sure I am, Ray. Um, do your parents know your bisexual?" He says, "No. Elliot and me talked about it and decided since he's openly gay it would be too much of a shock to tell them that I'm half gay too." Hmmm, I wonder if Dodger's had that same thought about his parents? And Chubby too, for that matter. I've been in Ray's house a few times, but with Elliot and not to have sex, although Elliot and I had sex together a few times years ago. It was mostly to help him in with his boyfriend Jay, who Elliot's been going with ever since. We go up to Ray's bedroom and he reverts a little to his bossy self, although I don't believe he sees it that way. He sees it as him adopting the male role during sex. He says, "Get undressed, Dylan, and lay your clothes on the desk chair. Like I told you before, I like my girlfriend and boyfriend to be completely naked so I can enjoy the look and feel of their naked body. I admire the male and female forms. It's a toss-up on which I admire the most, and that's because your body is awesomely sexy. And damn, I wish you could spend the night. I fucked that up royally." He watches me undress, then comes over, saying, "Just stand here for me a few minutes," and rubs my body, murmuring, "Awesome skin and I love, love, love that you shave your pubic hairs. I'm trying to talk Maryanne into doing it, but so far she just laughs at me." He's running his hands down my sides, then around to cup my ass cheeks and squeeze. The palms of his hands feel good. I like being naked and being touched by another boy. He squeezes my butt cheeks again, mumbling, "Your ass is much sexier than Maryanne's, and certainly sexier than the other two boys' asses I've felt. Your entire body is sexier than the other guys, but I'm a big admirer of girls' tits too, they're really sexy." I'm convinced Ray's actually bisexual, but I still hold the view that most bi guys are closer to gay than they're willing to admit, although I could be wrong. Ray feels down my legs and up to cup my balls and stroke my cock, which has firmed up from Ray's earlier touching. "You like me touching you, don't ya, Dylan?" I go, "Uh huh, Ray, your hands feel good." He looks me in the eyes, saying, "We're good for each other, don't ya think?" Now would be a good time to lay the groundwork for a slow breakup, but I don't want to, so I say, "Yeah, we are, Ray. You know, for now." At least I slipped that 'for now' in my answer. Not that Ray hears things he doesn't want to hear. He's always been like that. By now he's stroked my cock into a pretty good boner, and he steps back to check me out, groping himself through his shorts. "I get turned on by you, Dylan, really turned on. You're sexy hot and with a boner you're molten hot. Damn, you're really something. I feel so fucking lucky," and he comes up and hugs me, then gives me his best kiss with lots of tongue, and I agree with Annie, Ray can really kiss when he feels like it. My boner hardens further as his tongue moves against mine, our mixed saliva is soon drooling down our chins. He breaks the kiss, red in the face, with a big grin. "It happened again," he says, "I got a raging boner from kissing you." I glance down and see his boner laying sideways against the lap of his shorts, and I'm reminded of his big cock and absently stroke mine. Ray says, "I turn you on, don't I? I've always turned you on from the first time you ever saw me, am I right?" He's always making statements, then ends them with a question. I say, "Yeah, of course you turn me on. We're boyfriends aren't we?" I just did what Ray always does, but I'm like that. I pick-up traits from my boyfriend. Oh man, that sounds like Ray actually is my boyfriend, but right now I don't want to change that. Some guys are sexier to me than others. Ryan is sexy as hell to me, but not to Robby. I think Robby would be sexy to most gay boys, but Ray probably wouldn't be although he is to me, and that's what I'm most concerned about. Ray rubs his fingers in my hair, grinning, "You got your haircut like mine, didn't you? You and Bean like to emulate me, don'cha?" To avoid that, I ask, "Does Bean always do what you do?" He says, "Always! Yeah it's funny, and now I got two posse boys doing it, and that's so cool, and so are you, by the way." He unzips his shorts and grins, asking, "Do you wanna take it out for me?" I like that he basically gave me an order, but in the form of a question. I smile, get down on my knees to do one of my favorite things. I undo the button on his shorts and open them up, then pull his jockey shorts waistband down to catch under his nuts. This pushes his package out making it easy to get to. Ray wasn't kidding about springing a boner while we were kissing. He has a nice one, although it'll be a lot tighter when I'm done with it. There's some sort of order I'm supposed to follow, but I don't remember what it is exactly. I take a guess and lick his balls, and he says, "You remembered! You're awesome." He's throwing the 'awesome' word around a lot tonight, but there's nothing wrong with being called awesome. I lift his nuts and stretch his jockey's waistband down further so my tongue can just reach his asshole. Dragging my tongue over his asshole and up towards his nuts, then up the back of his scrotum and over and up to the root of his cock has Ray going, "Ahhhhh, ooh, yeah that felt good," so I do it again with my eyeballs at the top of their sockets watching Ray making a "Zzzzzzsss," sound as his shoulders shudder. He mutters, "You're tongue's right on my asshole," as if I didn't know that. He's clean there tonight so I go back to licking over the lips of his anus repeatedly, and then do the tongue drag again, over to his scrotum and up and over to his cock again. Ray's squirming and rubbing my hair with both hands making an "Ssssssss," sound now; this kid has a lot of different sounds coming out of him. He goes, "You're amazing! Can you do my asshole some more? Nobody else does that for me, and, um, do you think you could suck my balls in your mouth like you did last time?" I nod my head and go back to licking his asshole; my boner's tightly against my belly feeling oh so good. I concentrate on licking his anus until I get the lips quivering, like they're trying to grab hold of the tip of my tongue. I push the tip inside Ray's ass and his anus tightens around it giving me chills. Quite a sensation. Pulling my tongue from the grasp of his anus and then sticking it in again, just the tip. The same thing happens, the lips close tightly on my tongue giving me more chills. Pulling out and licking over it until his anus is in constant motion, Ray squirms, stroking his cock, going, "Jesus, mother of pearl, that is so sexy hot. I'm gonna cum." I don't want cum in my hair so I leave his anus and lick all over his balls feeling precum from the head of my cock drooling down the shaft. When his balls are wet and sloppy, I get the lower nut in my mouth and use my fingers to push the other one inside too, and what a mouthful they are. Ray's moaning now, "Mmmmmm, aaaaah," more like the sounds I'm used to hearing from my sex partners. Humming on his balls gets them vibrating which causes Ray's legs to move and the hairs on his thighs tickle my bulging cheeks. After pushing his balls out of my mouth with my tongue and finger, I pull Ray's boner down and slurp off his precum, then suck on the head. Ten seconds later he backs away, "I was going to cum in your mouth. Is it okay if I do that?" I say, "Sure, you've done it before." He mutters, "Thanks," so I suck the head of his swollen, hard cock head back in my mouth; it's like a huge, hard mushroom. Precum is rolling out and I'm swallowing constantly. No more then a minute later he makes a desperate breathy, "Aaaaaash," humps his hip and pushes his cock into my throat, pouring cum into me. I gulp, back my head away, and get a second stream of cum in my mouth with Ray holding my head with both hands and fucking my mouth with awkward humps and heavy breathing and lots of, "Ooooh, ahh, ahh, ooooh," until his cock stops spurting cum. Ray had some very creamy, thick cum coming up from his nuts after the first blast, which was more watery and rolled easily down my throat. There's a definite flavor to his cum and I noticed that before, although there's nothing I can compare it to. He pulls his cock out, sliding it on my tongue. He's back to his, "Sssssssss," sounds, as he exhales a deep breath he'd been holding as he slides his cock first out, and then back in on my tongue, then completely out. Ray gasps, then strokes his boner, saying, "That was ten times better than the best oral sex I've ever had, Dylan. You're so sexy with that, I could kiss you," and he leans over and does kiss me. It's a long kiss with lots of tongue action, almost like Ray wants to taste his ass and cum. Maybe he does. It's an excellent kiss whatever his motivation. Done the kiss, he holds my head between his hands, saying, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me ," and I get another kiss. He's definitely over his reluctance to kissing boys, like he was until tonight, at least with me. After this kiss I stand up with an aching, extremely tight boner. Ray says, "It'll be awhile before I'll be able to do you justice fucking your ass. Do you wanna shoot some pool? We got a good table in the rec-room." I laugh, thinking he's joking, but realize he's serious. Crazy me, I thought we'd get in bed. What the hell, "Sure, but I'm not too good at shooting pool though, I hardly ever get a chance to do it." I go to pick-up my underwear, but Ray holds my arm, "Would you, um, do me a big favor and stay naked? I really like seeing you naked, I'd really appreciate it." Haha, that might be fun at that, so I shrug, "Whatever you say, Ray," and he gives me a huge grin, "You're really are into our boyfriend thing, ain't ya?" I gotta laugh at him when he does that statement thing, then follows it with a question. I wonder if that's one of those incomprehensible things Manny was talking about earlier at McDonald's? Ray's funny; I put my arm around his neck to give him a kiss, then repeat what I said a minute ago, "Whatever you say, Ray," which satisfies him, although it doesn't answer his boyfriend question. No hand holding or anything like that, we just walk downstairs with my cock losing it's boner status. On the steps, Ray asks, "Would you like a beer?" I go, "You into beer, Ray? I don't want to drink alone." He says, "Yeah, me and my posse drink beer whenever we can get some, which isn't very often. I'll sneak some cold ones from the refrigerator. My dad drinks so many he can't keep track of a few missing ones." The beer turns out to be Bud Light, which is fine. Beers don't all taste the same, but for me, after one I can't tell the difference. The first one usually doesn't go down as easy as subsequent ones do. Nothing about Ray and his posse surprises me anymore, so if he's an excellent pool player it wouldn't surprise me. He's very good at basketball, that did surprise me, but now I expect the unexpected from these guys. I almost want to play that softball game with the posse tomorrow just to see what else doesn't surprise me. Nothing about Ray's posse was like I expected, and the more I get to know Ray he's proving to be much different than my initial impression of him, too. After a few practice shots by me, with me trying to remember the lessons Ryan's friend taught me about pool, Ray racks the balls, saying, "Before we play a game, do you mind if I give you a few pointers, Dylan?" I say, "Not at all, I'd appreciate some." We spend the next hour on Ray's few pointers. He's the coach with me the rookie, and a helpful coach he is too. He's also is a bit of a perfectionist, insisting in a nice way that I do each step exactly the way he instructs me, and I need to do it repeatedly before we go to the next step. He started by correcting the way I held the cue stick, then it was the way I used my other hand as the bridge for the cue stick, and on and on. Early in the lesson, I say, "My dick is flopping all over the place, Ray." He goes, "Okay, put on your jockey shorts, but nothing else." I go, "Sure, I like being naked. If I could find a nudist colony for only teen boys, I'd join it." Hustling upstairs I put on my underwear, and the lesson continues when I return to the rec room. I enjoy learning something cool, and shooting pool seems cool to me. After awhile I think, 'If I was my instructor, I'd be frustrated with me', but Ray never gets frustrated. Teaching me the correct bridge took forever, then once I got the hang of that, Ray had me repeat it by firing the cue ball at about fifty of the high and low balls, one after another until it felt comfortable. By the time I satisfied him, my shots are going where I'm aiming. Yeah, I was hitting them where I was aiming, but Ray doesn't like where I was aiming them. He works with me on that next. There's a lot involved in something that looks simple, like cutting hair or shooting pool. The force you put on the cue stick, driving it into the cue ball, needs to be adjusted in different situations, and sometimes you need to hit the cue ball low, or in the middle, or high, and do it in conjunction with the correct force. Ray says, "I can explain what you need to do, but don't get discouraged if you're not getting the results you're looking for, as it takes a lot of practice." Finally Ray says, "Okay, we'll try playing a game now. Would you like another beer before we start?" I go, "Sure," and he gets us both a second beer. He says, "You break," so I try doing it the way Ray instructed me and I slam the cue ball into the triangle of balls, really moving then around. One of the solid balls plops in a pocket and Ray's ecstatic. "Great break, Dylan! My star pupil!" High praise from mister perfectionist, but it's temporary praise, as he adds, "Except your stance was wrong, just a little though, and you need to be moving forward as you're driving the cue stick into the cue ball. It's sort of like following through on a golf swing." I ask, "You play golf, too?" He says, "My dad taught me a few years ago, and then I had the pro give me some lessons, too. I'm not very good though, as my best eighteen hole score at the public course was a ninety-one." I'm not surprised. Ninety-one is a score many golfers would love to shoot, but I'm not surprised Ray shot it. We continue the game with Ray coaching my every shot. This goes on for two games, both of which Ray lets me win because when I miss a shot he resets the balls in question and tells me to try again, and he does it until I make the shot. There's a satisfying sound to some shots slamming into the pocket, but many times Ray doesn't like my technique even when I make the ball, because I'm not playing position for my next shot, and on it goes. I can see how much better I'm getting, so it's very encouraging and lots of fun. Finally he says, "Okay, we'll try a regular game, you break 'em." He racks the balls and I nervously go over in my head all the things I need to remember when breaking. "Go ahead, Dylan," and I slam the cue ball into the rack and they go all over the place, but none drops in a pocket. Ray says, "Good break! That was a very good break and just unlucky one of those bad boys didn't drop for you." I bask in the master's praise. Then, calling his pocket for each shot, Ray runs the table sinking all his low balls with a dizzying array of shots. I sip my beer and watch as Ray tries not to grin. When he banks the eight ball into the side pocket, he does give me a big grin, mumbling, "I was lucky on some of those shots." Seeing the skeptical expression on my face, he chuckles, and says, "I was lucky, really. You rack this time." I rack the balls, making sure it's a tight rack like Ray instructed me, and he breaks. We play five games and I make some amazingly good shots, but never get a chance to shoot at the eight ball because Ray's just too good. He's full of compliments and encouragement though, and we're having ourselves a hell of a time. Ray checks his watch, "Holy shit, it's almost two o'clock. Can't you please stay tonight, Dylan?" I'm shocked it's so late, mumbling, "Almost two o'clock," and check my watch, it's ten minutes of two. I ask "Where'd the time go?" He gets his arm around my neck, saying, "You gotta stay with me tonight. We can shoot some pool tomorrow morning." I go, "Ray, we have a family tradition where my brother and I always make brunch for our moms Sunday mornings." He goes, "You have two moms?" I say, "One for each of us, but the same father, who unfortunately passed away many years ago." His eyes move around, calculating what having the same dad with different moms infers. Or maybe he's thinking he and Elliot have the opposite situation: the same mom with different dads. Whatever he's thinking, he says, "I'm sorry your dad passed away, but I'll get you home in time for the brunch." I chew on my lip, then go, "Okay, I'll stay." He gives me a hug, saying, "You're awesome!" We turn out all the lights downstairs and Ray makes sure he's locked all the doors, then we go up to his bedroom. He gets undressed as I take off my underwear. Naked, we go in the bathroom to pee-out the beer and then wash-up. He looks under the sink in the cabinet and comes up with a new toothbrush for me. We stand next to each other brushing out teeth with our limp dicks swinging. Ray's grinning, then he says, spraying dots of toothpaste on the mirror, "This is awesome, Dylan!" He seems younger and more excited then I think I've ever seen him before. I smile at him realizing I'm having a hell of a good time with him. I'll worry about what that means tomorrow, and enjoy tonight. We rinse out and Ray takes a slug from a jar of Listerine mint mouthwash, then passes it to me and I do the same. We spit it out, and Ray say, "Minty fresh breath," and we walk back in the bedroom where Ray pulls back the covers on his double bed and gestures that I should get in. I do and Ray follows, asking, "Should we make out before you suck my cock, or afterwards? How do you do it?" I suck on my lips to keep from grinning at the way he put that question. I go, "Making out usually comes first, but it could come after I suck your cock. The more making out the better, if you ask me." Ray say, "I totally understand you'd feel that way because you're gay, and I'm purposely getting myself use to making out with you because of your needs. In the process I'm finding it very pleasant doing it with you. Awkward at first, but I'm getting more comfortable with it." I reach over and feel his sexy whiskers. He continues, "You're into me so much, Dylan. That's because I'm macho. No offense, but Dickers is a pretty-boy like you are, only you're even prettier, and now you're discovering something that's sexier than a pretty-boy, right?" I rub my lips this time to keep from grinning. I'm liking Ray a lot more than I ever thought I would, but he still has clueless moments that are unintentionally funny. I swallow my grin, and say, "There's a lot to like about different types of boys, but recently I have become enamored with whiskers. Didn't used to like them, but yes, now I do." He says, "I like how you're so honest about everything; we're very much alike that way. I always try to be honest and say how I feel, as long as it won't hurt someone's feelings. For example, I didn't mention your amateur haircut earlier today because it might hurt your feelings." I go, "Thank you, Ray." He says, "Don't mention it, Dylan. I'd never hurt your feelings intentionally, but the guys, and especially Annie and Maryanne, tell me I'm too honest sometimes." I'm staring at him as he talks and that strange phenomenon happens where the more I get to like a boy, the more things there are about him that I think are cute. With Ray it's his mouth and his dimples when he grins, which he does a lot. He has nice hair too, but I already knew that. And his whiskers are hot, sparse, but sort of soft with a little crispness to them and very curly; they're a bright, deep brown, definitely not black. Really cool! I run my fingers through his whiskers, then through his great hair, then pull his head gently to meet mine. He closes his eyes and we kiss and then our tongues meet and we're soon in each others arms, which is another barrier broken for Ray. I've been enjoying his faint, unique form of underarm odor all during the pool lesson, and now it's more pronounced that our arms are wrapped around each other. Ray's obviously sexy,but the heat of Ryan or Robby isn't there. With Ryan the sexual heat can make us both crazy with desire. I definitely have desire with Ray, but I'd like a little more sexual heat. His cock is soon as hard as mine and both boners are squished between our bodies. I convince myself his whiskers and BO take the place of heat and get antsy for sex. We go at the make-out a surprisingly long time considering it isn't Ray's favorite thing to do, but eventually, with him humming with sexuality, he puts pressure on my shoulders and I go down under the covers to do a little of what I did earlier. Starting with licking his ass and balls, and then sucking precum from his cock, Rays lets himself go with moans of pleasure, and that always adds to the sexuality of the situation for me. I like Ray's natural smell, in addition to the BO. He smells boyish and clean, but not the turn-on scent of some boys, like Seth, for example. Everyone smells a little different. Ray's is a pleasant scent to me, although not sexy like his BO. His stomach, cock and balls, and even his ass have a nice enough smell, so I rub my nose against him as I lick and suck his private parts. After awhile he cups under my chin, and grunts out, "You've got me so hot I'm ready to blow another load, and I'm desperate to fuck your hot ass." I come out from under the covers, gasping a little myself; my cock leaves a trail of my precum on the sheet as my head pops out of the covers, "How are you going to fuck me, Ray?" He says, "Get on your back and hold your legs out of the way." I do as I'm told and he gets in between my legs as I'm pulling them back. He shimmies up close, smacks my ass hard, muttering, "God, I need this. You turn me on more than anyone else," and he smacks my ass again as if he can't believe my ass is what he desperately wants to fuck. The head of his big fat boner, wet with precum, presses against my anus. A little more pressure and the head pops inside me with my anus hugging it highly. I go, "Ooooh, that feels good, Ray, mmmmmm, ooh," and it does, too. I love how it stretches my asshole and scratches the itch to be fucked that I almost always have. Ray's cock feels bigger than usual and soon precum is drooling copiously from my cock. I've got a hard cock, it's very tight and pointing straight up against my stomach. Ray makes his 'Sssssss," sound, sucking air in wetly as he steadily pushes his cock up my rectum, muttering, "Nice and tight," then, "Ooooooh, ooh man, this feels good, Jesus!" as I tighten the muscles in my ass. Ray blows a lots of air out, breathlessly saying, "Your ass can match any snatch I've ever fucked, but please don't repeat that to Maryanne." I go, "Fuck me, Ray, you fuck good," as I'm getting needy now. Ray lurches forward and impales me with his entire boner, his pubic hairs plastered to my butt cheeks. He moans a little, then does fast and hard three-inch stabs into my ass, bumping against me tightly with each hump. It feels fantastic and goes on for a couple of minutes with Ray scrunching his face, moaning with the pleasure his cock and my ass are giving him. He reaches under my ass cheeks with both hands, lifting my ass, so I pull back harder with my forearms around my thighs. Ray gets up on his knees a little and begins long, quick, smooth drives up my ass that keep me moaning constantly with incredible sensations sparkling in my rectum. His cock grows fatter, especially the large mushroom head, and we're both moaning now as his cock goes steadily back and forth in my ass. I'm looking between my legs watching Ray withdraw that big cock neck until it distends my anus' lips, tantalizing them as they quiver constantly. How he can withdraw so perfectly each time fascinates me and has my ass lips sucking on the big mushroom head of his wickedly hard cock. That swollen hard knob-end of Ray's penis, with it's ridiculously wonderful wide mushroom head, extending wider than the shaft, plows up and back in my rectum hitting every sensitive spot including my prostate button, and the mushroom head gets even larger and harder. Ray's the most turned-on I've seen him get; probably the rimming has him in rare form. My legs are wrap around Ray now, and my head goes back as a long, "Mmmmmmmm, oooooh, Raaaay," leaves my mouth and my shoulders start to shudder again. I've sucked that big mushroom head on Ray's cock and I can visualize how big it's gotten and almost see the sides of my rectum expand and contract as the mushroom moves to and fro. Oooh, it feels ridiculously good as I rock my body and bounce on the bed. Ray's making whimpering sounds as I strain forward so my hands can grab onto his hip trying to pull him into me harder. I'm making all my embarrassing sounds of sexual pleasure, caring only about how awesomely sexy this fuck is. I stare at Ray's face, then get my hands around the back of his neck to pull his head to me and kiss all over his sweaty face as the mushroom head of that fat big cock has me helpless with deep sexual pleasure. Ray moans quietly as I kiss and lick his face, then hold it side by side with mine and we do a duet of sexual sounds of pleasure with the 'slap', 'slap', 'slap' of his crotch smacking into my butt cheeks. It's skin against skin, applause for Ray's awesome fuck. I have tingling goose bumps here and there as my climax builds. I can't hug Ray's neck any harder than I'm doing as our bodies literally bounce on the bed with each fantastic thrust up my ass. To top off this great sex we cum together in a frenzy of humps so fast I can't count them. Ray groans as I do my stupid squeal; my cock sizzles with cum streaming from it and Ray's hard shot of cum zig zaps off the walls of my bowels warming them momentarily and then everything is wet and sloppy as we fire more cum, me on myself, and Ray up my ass. It's a loud slapping sound as cum drools from my ass and Ray's body slams into it, he does his long, "Ssssssssss," sucking sound with a lot of saliva in his mouth. My anus, rectum, and cock buzz after my orgasm passes, and my body spasms a few times as I let go of Ray's neck and take my legs from around his waist. He straightens up, still lazily pushing his cock up my ass with a dazed look on his face. Then he stops, waits a few seconds, then takes his cock out of my ass, scrunching his face like it hurt. Ray says, "Oh my God, it's like we were one person the way you had me wrapped in your arms and legs. Your ass is a miracle, Dylan. It's alive and it squeezes my cock as much as you were squeezing me. I liked you hugging me like that, it's like you can't get enough of me. Were you licking my face?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I got carried away with your awesome fuck, you were great, Ray. That was something very special." He flops down next to me, "Dude, you're making me feel really good. I'm proud you like how I fuck you, but that ass of yours has a lot to do with it too. Was it really great for you?" I go, "Yeah, I'm not shitting you, Ray, you're a stud, dude, and I'm fucking serious." He shrugs, "I told you that before, I'm a stud alright, but you knew that. I'm not bragging, but I was determined to take care of my boyfriend just as good as my girlfriend, and I have." I say, "Jeez, if you take care of Maryanne any better than you just took care of me, I'd have to believe that's all she'd be talking about." He goes, "Truth is, she don't appreciate it as much as you do. I need to talk her into it most of the time. I get most of my sex with you lately." He puts his arm across my chest, and says seriously, "You're a damn good boyfriend so far, Dylan, but like I told Maryanne, don't cheat on me. I don't put up with that 'cause what you do when you cheat is you disrespect me and that ain't cool. Right? I know you and Dickers have been going together and I grandfathered that fact in for you because you're special. I think you're very special and I'm honored you accepted me as your boyfriend, but no one else, only me and Dickers. Do you promise me that?" His little lecture, so sincerely naive, but rational and so confidently presented, has put me in a bit of a trance, which I'm quite susceptible to getting into. I say, "I promise, Ray," he smiles, leans over and give me a quick kiss on the lips. Then with a hand behind my neck, he says, "I want you to do something for me, Dylan." Deeper into my trance now, I whisper, "Okay, what is it?" He says, "Join my posse again tomorrow for the softball game. I want the others to see you're committed to me, and after the game maybe we can do this again. Will you do that for me?" I say, "Yes, I will, and I hope we can do this again, too." He grins his cute grin, then mutters, "Thanks." He ruffles my short hair, saying, "I got a girlfriend who doesn't hardly ever want to do it, and a boyfriend who can't get enough of me. I think I like you best, how 'bout that." I go, "Thanks, Ray," and he grins again, "I'm so fucking happy you're my boyfriend and in my posse. It'll be a great summer and then you can hang out with us on weekends when you're at Merrimack. Tell me you will." He's put me so deep in my trance I just stare at him with my lips parted. He grips behind my neck, quietly saying, "I need for you to be honest with me. Will you be committed to me and be a regular participant in my posse? You've jerked me around before, but I'm committing myself to you, and you need to be as loyal to me as Bean or any of my posse are. It's the way I roll, so will you promise to be committed to me as my boyfriend and a full member of my posse, Dylan?" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@Yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Thank you.