Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2013 05:27:55 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 30 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 30 by Donny Mumford I think I'll stay clear of orange-haired Sonny. He is Jameson's seventeen year old brother. Now Jameson tells me his brother's considering following in Ray's footsteps by being bisexual, as if you can simply decide to be bi. I've just given Sonny a haircut like Jameson's, so now I need to get myself cleaned-up for Ray. We played a softball game this afternoon and I've gotten a tad sweaty. Ray's coming over to do me the favor of allowing me to suck his cock; that's how he describes it. As I've mentioned before, the more I get to know Ray the better I like him even though he can still be oblivious and clueless at times. His girlfriend tells me Ray gets almost the same grades in high school as brainy Manny. If that's true, it only goes as far as book learning for Ray because as far as common sense goes, he can be a little dense. On the other hand, sucking a cute guy's cock is one of my favorite things to do and I've been seeing some cute features in Ray lately; ones I never noticed before, so he qualifies. Tonight's also my date with Robby, although all next week is open for me as far as dates go. With Ryan in Georgia there's a huge gap in my social calendar so because of that, and other reasons, I'm missing him something awful. I knew I would, but you never know how much you'll miss someone until they're actually gone. Oh, wait a minute, Seth is coming over after work on Monday for a haircut, so that's something to look forward to. Man, I've never had so many guys getting haircuts from me like this past week or so. It's been awesome! Seth is very intriguing except for one small matter: like Ryan before him, Ray isn't allowing me to have sex with anyone but him. So do I chance it with Seth or not? Ray's grandfathered Robby into the equation only because Robby and I were already boyfriends when Ray and me became an item. Ray fucks awesomely and that has a lot to do with the giant mushroom head on his cock, so it makes sense for me to ride this boyfriend thing with him for awhile. Also it's kinda cool belonging to a group for once. That's something I've never experienced before, as most of my life Chubby and I were our own little posse. The dynamics of belonging to a larger group is new and interesting to me even if these guys are a little younger. I also like Ray's confidently bossy manner, which comes naturally to him since he's been the alpha dog in his group for years. Kids outside the group generally don't care for Ray, and that holds true for my friends as well, but they don't know him. He has some good qualities and is looked-up to and admired within his circle of friends. It's strange how Ray comes across as cool to the kids he grew-up with, and yet comes across as basically unlikable to those outside his group. The bottom line is that I'd be taking a chance on messing up my current Ray situation if I have sex with Seth. As of now I'm not inclined to take that chance. Maybe that will change in the future, but for now there's no way. While thinking about this stuff, I'm washing up in my bathroom; later I'll shower for my date with Robby. He and I had some rough sex before brunch, so I'm expecting a lover's sexual experience tonight. Unfortunately it'll need to be in his pickup because on a Sunday I can't count on mom being out, although she often has a date Sunday nights. Changing my tee-shirt I walk out of my bedroom just as mom's coming in the front door. "Dylan, honey, give me a hug," so we hug and she kisses my cheek, saying, "What have you been up to?" I tell her, "Outdoor sports, mom. I played in a softball game this afternoon." She smiles, "You look so handsome with your tan and your short hair; you look like a baseball player." I go, "Yeah, thanks. It was fun. What are you up to?" She says, "Oh, Tris and I are going to the movies with four of the waitresses from work, and then we'll probably have a cocktail later for some girl talk." I mumble, "A girls' night out, huh?" She says, "Yes, it's fun going out with the girls once in a while. Dating is fun too though, Tris and I were in Boston last night with our twin boyfriends to see a Broadway play at the Shubert theater. Wonderful musical; I loved it." Her cell phone rings and since there's no such thing as a short telephone conversation when my mom's on one end of the line, I blow her a kiss and go outside to wait for Ray. It's great knowing mom is enjoying life, but that girls night out deal worries me. Hopefully they won't have a member of their group who thinks she's funny and instigates shrill laughter like that group Robby and I experienced at Joe's American Bar. It's about five o'clock by now so I text Chubby to see what he's planning to do about dinner. He doesn't text right back so I wander down the steps to the curb while thinking more about Seth coming over after work tomorrow. He's been fairly forthcoming about wanting us to get together sexually, and I'd like that too, but the one sex partner thing Robby and Ray are insisting on prohibits that. Hmmm, there's no way Ray could find out about Seth though, and Robby gave my ass a spanking for alley-catting around this morning, that I actually didn't do, so maybe a secret liaison with Seth would even the score, so to speak. Robby was surprised when I swore to God I hadn't cheated on the threesome's code, which I take to mean he was ready to overlook it if I had. I'm aware I'm stretching the point, but come on... Seth's a special case. Maybe I'll change my mind and have sex with Seth after all; a guy like him doesn't come along very often. If he's as good as I expect, maybe he can replace Ray. Hmmm, maybe if Seth's really good, I'll confess to Ray I cheated on him so he'll dump me. That way it wouldn't seem like I dropped him for Seth. Ray will probably say he's dumping me until I get my act together and can be loyal to him. He'd save face and maybe that way there'd be no hurt or hard feelings. I honestly don't want to dump on Ray or his posse though, so I'd be taking a big chance messing around with Seth. If I'm smart I'll leave well enough alone for once. My cell phone beeps, it's a call from Robby. Did he read my mind about Seth, from long distance? Haha. "Hi Robby, what are you up to?" He says, "I'm dealing with a sore throat and a headache; I hate summer colds. You might have caught it from me this morning. I felt the damn thing coming on last night with, um, when I was out, but it didn't really hit me until this afternoon. Sorry if you catch my cold; I wonder who I caught it from. No way can I go out tonight though, so I need to break our date. We'll make-up for it next week sometime." Damn! I'm disappointed, but I commiserate with Robby, "Oh, don't worry about me catching your cold; it was worth it to be with you this morning. I'm so sorry you're sick, Robby. Colds suck! I read somewhere that there are ninety-nine different strains of cold viruses you can contact from just touching something a person with a cold touched. You could have caught it anywhere. Maybe it'll only be a twenty-four hour variety." He sounds stuffed-up, saying, "The way I feel, I doubt it's a twenty-four hour cold. All I want to do is get in bed and sleep. I'm so sorry about tonight." I mutter, "No problem, although I'm sorry, too. Get to bed and, um, take care of yourself. I love you." He says, "I love you more. I hope to see you tomorrow; I really don't want to miss work." We say goodbye, and I do feel sorry for him, but I was really looking forward to tonight. Two minutes later Ray drives around the corner and stops in front of me at the curb. "Hi, Dylan. Did you take care of Sonny's haircut?" I say, "Yep, and he looks better for it." Ray gets out and we do the fist bump and quick hug, with me asking, "No kiss, Ray?" He chuckles, muttering, "We've done plenty of that lately. I don't like to spoil my girlfriends with too much affection or they'll come to expect it all the time and, as the man, I want to be the one who decides when and how much." I ask, "How 'bout your boyfriend?" He mumbles, "You know what I mean, boyfriends or girlfriends, same deal. Is anyone home at your place?" I say, "Yeah, my mom." "Okay," Ray says, "Get in the car. I know where we can go for some privacy." When I'm in the car Ray drives away from my place, saying, "Ya know it's funny, but I'm getting a little horny for you the same way I get with the chicks." I ask, "When'd you know for sure you're bisexual?" He goes, "I figured I was bisexual wen I was fucking you. I gave you the impression I wasn't sure, but I was. It was after messing around with Elliot a couple of years ago. Between you and me, the way that happened was I had this buddy who was always messing around with his brother and it sort of opened my eyes to the double-dipping possibilities of being bi. As I think I told you, this other kid and me experimented with bi stuff, and since you were always hot for me I did it with you a few times. Now that you're my boyfriend and I've been having my way with you or a regular basis, I find you're getting to be habit forming." I go, "Yeah, I'm habit forming alright." Ray grins, then says, "You are actually, but it works out well for you too because now I'm willing to satisfy you sexually more often." I smile at that, but there's a lot of truth in what he says if I'm honest with myself, except the way he puts things isn't the kind of thing you'd say to your sex partner. Ray's unfiltered stream of consciousness often comes out wrong. He's been told that exact thing by numerous people, but he can't seem to control it. Wouldn't it be hysterically funny if everyone spoke their mind? No, on second thought, that wouldn't be good. Ray says, "You're awfully quiet, Dylan. I just gave you the good news that I'm getting a little horny for you, I thought you'd be excited about that." I go, "Oh, yeah, I'm excited alright because you're an awesome boyfriend." Ray doesn't pick-up sarcasm all that well, as he says, "I knew you'd be excited. It simply means I'll be providing you more of what you crave, but I still don't want any nagging out of you, okay? I don't want to sound like a hard ass, it's just that I want to be clear so we don't have misunderstandings. Communication between us is important, don't ya think?" I go, "Absolutely." and he says, "Like I always say, I'm the male and I'll decide when and how much of whatever we do together. Not that you aren't a male too, but you know what I mean, right?" I guess I should know, he tells me that quite often, but I have nothing to add to that until Ray asks, "You do know what I mean, don't you, Dylan?" I go, "Oh, yeah, you mean I fill the female role during sex." He says, "Yeah, of course, but not only during sex, Dylan. When we're together as boyfriends I'm always the male figure, your man, and that's true whether we're having sex or not." I throw in a little more sarcasm, "And I'm the girl, I got it, Ray." He reaches over to pat, then squeezes my leg, mumbling, "Exactly! You're awesome, Dylan. I knew you would be; I'm merely establishing my ground rules for you as we go along." Then he goes into his complimentary mode telling me how excellently I'm fitting in with his posse, and how much everyone likes me, and how good I was during the softball game, and how quickly I picked up the technique for playing pool last night, and how good looking I am, and what a great gay sex partner I am, and on and on. I just listen, muttering, "Thanks," every once in a while. Ray drives us to an old abandoned mill at the edge of Framingham, and when he pulls onto the cracked blacktop of the parking lot, he says, "When I was going out with Marsha Billington we came here about once a week, for months, and I never once saw another car." He parks in the shadows, then tells me, "Okay, we'll get in the backseat; can't do much fucking with these bucket seats in the front." When we're in the backseat, Ray tells me, "Get undressed and let me admire that body of yours. I'm a little envious of your build actually, particularly your biceps." I go, "Thanks, they're nature's gift to me." Shrugging, he goes, "Whatever. If I had to criticize your body, it'd be that it's too boyish as opposed to a manly body. Ya know, you have no whiskers, no chest hair, or any hair on your body except your head. Is it embarrassing in locker rooms for you?" I'm taking the three clothing items I'm wearing off, saying, "Why no, not at all. Surprisingly I've never been embarrassed being naked. Sorry about my lack of body hair. Would you like me to let my pubic hair grow out?" Not that I'm going to do that, but I'm kinda playing around with him, sometimes I can't help doing that with Ray. He says, "No, that's the only hair I'm glad you don't have. The other kid I mentioned, the one I messed around with, he had a chest full of hair and sexy hairy legs. That's a man's body and he wasn't even seventeen yet. Well, I wasn't either, of course." I mutter, "Interesting," and Ray glances over suspiciously. I keep an innocent expression on my face and Ray nods to himself, probably eliminating the possibility of me being a wise-ass to my man. He begins rubbing his hands over me, muttering, "Damn, I'm getting turned-on by your body even though it's not manly. I'm obviously flexible though, as I can admire your body with or without hairy legs and chest. Well hell, I'm bisexual, how much more flexible could I be? Heh heh." I ask, "How do you feel about hairy shoulders and backs? You see that on some guys at the beach." He raises his eyebrows, and shrugs, saying, "I can take that or leave it. It's not that a guy has to be hairy, I don't mean that, I mean hairy men are manly, that's all." I reach over and rub my fingers through his scattered whiskers, saying, "I just like the whiskers mostly, although you have some chest and leg hair, quite a bit on your legs actually, and I find you sexy so you're probably right about manly bodies, and I guess I'm flexible about body hair too." He gets his arm around my neck, muttering, "Maybe the manly body discussion is an example of me being too truthful with you. I'm sorry for mentioning it. You're body is awesome like it is, don't think for a second I was putting you down. I was talking generally, and not to diss you personally. I need to keep my opinions to myself sometimes." I shrug, "You didn't hurt my feelings, Ray. I actually like that I don't have body hair myself, but you're entitled to your opinion. Now, whiskers are another thing all together, having them would be cool. More and more guys are rocking that look where they always have a two-day growth of whiskers." He chuckles, then goes, "You're really into me, you want to be like me, so now you think whiskers are cool because of mine. It's flattering, and like I told ya before, Bean's like that, too. Hey, have you given anymore thought to what I talked about last night? You know, committing to me and the boys?" I go, "I'm glad you brought that up, Ray. I've given it a lot of thought and decided I want to be more involved with you and your posse, although I have other friends who I can't dump, so maybe I can't be as involved as the rest of the posse, but more than I've been in the past." He looks surprised, "Really?" then recovers, to exclaim, "That's totally awesome, Dylan! You remember what I said last night though, right? You need to be an active member, not just weekends although that'll be okay when you're away at college; the rest of this summer you need to be hanging with us or a regular basis." I go, "Whoa, I already told you I have other friends to consider, so it can't be an everyday thing." Ray laughs, "Jesus Christ, do you think the posse hooks up every day? I work, most of the guys have at least part-time jobs, and we've got families and other friends too. We're not some fanatical fringe group excluding outsiders. We all have other friends, but for us the posse's like a second family who we know we can depend on, and now you'll be a member." It does sound cool, like a fraternity. Hmmm, I wonder why neither Chubby nor me have any interest in joining a fraternity? I guess I just never thought about it before. Ray rubs his fingers back through my hair a few times, as he clarifies my role in the posse, "You're still the posse's rookie, but we don't haze or anything like that. You just need to be the one who gets the shit job when there is one, that's all." Hmmm, we'll see about that, but I'll wait to see what he's referring too before making a stink about it. I mean, I'm not signing a contract or anything, just agreeing to participate some more. As far as posse activity goes, the movie and softball game were cool, and I enjoyed the basketball game too, except for Mark, plus miniature golf after the basketball game was fine. Hell, Chubby and me play miniature golf when we're in Wildwood. It's cool. Ray says, "Get your head over here and I'll give you a kiss." I lean over and Ray does a damn nice kiss with lots of tongue. It can't compare to Ryan's style of kissing, but who can? Ray squeezes my butt cheek as we kiss and then he pushes his finger inside my ass and does a slow fingering of my asshole as his other arm's around my neck and I find myself squirming against him. His lips, tongue, and whiskers, plus his finger in my ass, all play their part in getting me aroused, and his BO's finishing the job. He breaks the kiss, but keeps fingering me and my boner's up as I gasp at the sensations in my anus. I'm leaning against Ray who keeps an arm loosely on my shoulders. After a deep breath, Ray says, "It's obvious that I know how to sexually excite you, but I should have thought of fingering you last time, too. It gets a girl turned on when we kiss and I finger their snatch, so why not you. It's not a cunt on you, but lets face it, it serves the same purpose when gay sex is involved. How's it feel?" I'm a little breathless, it all feels good and I tell him that. He grins, muttering, "Your boner was a clue you liked it. You want me to fuck you?" I say, "Yeah, I do." He goes, "I wasn't going to, I think I'm spoiling you. Now that you're going be an active posse member you can consider this a bonus fuck. And, you get to suck my cock, too. How's that?" I go, "A dream come true," and he laughs, "You love it, I saw your eyes light up when you heard I'm gonna fuck your ass." He kisses me some more, still fingering my asshole and I'm definitely very aroused. Finally he says, "Take off my shorts and do your tongue magic in all the right places down there. Ya know, it's sexily awesome the way you suck on my asshole; it gets me amped-up for fucking you. I can't imagine me ever doing that tongue-in-the-ass thing, even to a girl, and a guy's ass is never ever coming near my tongue, but then, I'm not gay and you are." I'm fiddling with the button on his shorts, saying nothing. Ray's probably thinking he shouldn't have said that last thing, because he quickly adds, "You're awesome for doing it to my ass though, and you're damn sexy yourself. Everybody says that, even the guys, although they may just be saying it because you're my boyfriend. The girls really do think you're hot though, that's what Maryanne and Annie tell me." He still talks too much during sex, but I guess I'll get used to that in time. Unbuttoning Ray's shorts, I then grab the end of his tee-shirt and pull it up, then hug his bare chest feeling his chest hair against my chest. He laughs, "Oh, I forgot you're into my odor, take a sniff." I say, "Put your arms up, Ray," and as he does it, he goes, "If you say so, baby." I take his tee-shirt over his head and do a subtle inhale. Ray knows I'm doing it, and he rubs my hair again, muttering, "You are so into me; it's totally awesome. You're a great boyfriend, Dylan." To me Ray's funny, unintentionally most of time, and he's unintentionally sexy too. He's so different in so many ways, but he's really turning me on at the moment. I put my arms around him again with my forearms rubbing through his underarms; that odor will be on my arms even later when I'm in bed. I'll shower in the morning, but I'll have the sexy smell on my arms at night to help me recall the fuck Ray's gonna put on my ass. I know I'm nuts with the BO stuff, but it's my latest infatuation and I don't care if it's odd. It's no substitute for Ryan and the heat we get for each other, but it's something goddammit, and I need something to partially fill the void left in my sex life when Ryan left. Putting my arms around Ray's neck now, I pull his head down and give him one of my kisses. Ray moans and then remembers he's supposed to be the male on this date; he takes over the kiss and the combination is very sexy. Ray breaks off our making-out, gasping, then says, "You're going to turn me into a totally gay guy if I'm not careful, Dylan. I gotta watch myself around you." He takes a deep breath, then says, "Do your duty for your man, you got my shirt off, so now get my shorts off; I want to feel that tongue of yours on and in my asshole." I murmur, "Okay, Ray, but you're so hot," and he goes, "I know you've always thought I was, and I told Elliot that. He didn't believe me, so the next time you see him, you tell him. You do that for your man and maybe you'll get a little more of what you crave, okay?" I let go of his neck, sliding down to the floor on my knees, then pull his shorts down, and then his underwear joins his shorts around his feet, as I'm mumbling, "Sure, Ray." First thing I do is gobble his huge mushroom cock head into my mouth. I didn't forget Ray's order of licking his balls and sucking his ass lips first, but I need to taste that mouthful of mushroom cock head. Ray moans, then says, "My balls and asshole first, baby, and then you get to suck my cock." The 'baby' doesn't sound as good coming from Ray as it does from Robby. Reluctantly I pull his cock's head out of my mouth, making a wet sucking sound when it pops past my lips. Ray goes, "Mmmm!" First I lick and then suck on his hairy nuts, quickly getting into the proper frame of mind for cocksucking. I need to let my submissive juices flow to do this act properly. I'm holding his cock up and licking up the underside of the shaft bringing my tongue up the underside of the mushroom head and then sucking the head into my mouth again. Ray swats my head, yelling, "Dylan! My asshole first!" and another swat on my head. Giving his incredibly big mushroom head one last suck, then pulling it out slowly and catching the wide rim of the mushroom head with my sucking lips. Then it again makes a sloppy wet sucking sound coming free. Ray moans, "Aaaahhhh." I'm back to licking his nuts, then lifting them and licking across his asshole with Ray groaning and sliding forward on the seat. Ray's got hair on his ass, but not much. His buttocks are pink so the dark hairs standout and I spend a minute or two lapping each butt cheek, flattening the hairs and then do the same with the hairs in his ass crack, then concentrate on licking and sucking on the lips of his asshole. Ray gets to really fidgeting on the seat doing his wet, "Sssssss," sound, sucking air through his closed lips. When his anus lips are closing and opening spastically I put the tip of my tongue in, and the lips close tightly on it. Pulling my tongue out, my chin slides in his wet ass crack. I lick up the underside of his scrotum again. Then it's more licking and sucking on his asshole before sliding my tongue inside him maybe a inch, and Ray lifts off the seat, "Mmmmmm, oooooh fuuuuck!" from Ray. He can't take anymore so his gets his hand cupping my wet chin and pulls my head up, mumbling, "I'm going to cum, hold on a minute." Spit is all around my mouth and dripping off the end of my nose and running down my chin as I stare at Ray in a submissive frame of mind. He takes two deep breaths, then says, "Get on your hands and knees down there; I want you on all fours for your doggie fuck." When I do that there's about four or five inches of open space on either side of me. I look back and see Ray stagger up on his feet behind me, his long boner bobbing in front of him. The mushroom head, that I didn't get to suck again looks huge as a precum bubble drools out from the pee slit. "You're in a class by yourself, Dylan. Next time I'm going to have you rim my ass until the cum from my cock will be gushing all over your head." Stroking my boner, I gaze at him nodding my head 'yes' that I'd like to do that, too. Ray positions a leg on the outside of both my thighs, and then grabs my hips. He doesn't even need to guide his cock head to my asshole because it's so tight, sticking pretty much straight out from his body, he can use his hips to line it up. When he presses the fat mushroom head of his boner against my anus I do a long inhale as my shoulders shudder with anticipation. I love this! He goes, "I'm going to give your ass the workout of its life." Pressing some more, the fat head spreads my asshole lips, and with more pressure it slides in halfway, spreading my anus wider and wider. I moan in pleasure, not even trying any to hide how sexually aroused Ray's got me. When it really starts to hurt, I whimper and then, plop, it's inside me and I give a long, "Oooooh, aaah," and there's a quiet moan from Ray. He leaves his cock head just inside my ass and rubs the palms of his hands up and down my back giving me shivers as my wide-open ass is stretched to the max. My insides quiver at the intrusion before accepting it and tightly hugging Ray's large mushroom cock head. My whole body shakes with me moaning and pushing back slightly on Ray's big cock and I feel it plow up my rectum another inch or so, "Mmmmm, aaah, yeaaaah, Ray." He says, "Yeah, I'm well aware how much you like me fucking you." He's pulling the palms of his hands down my sides, then under my hips sliding his hands around to my belly; one hand squeezes my nuts tightly while the other one strokes my tight boner. A plop of precum splatters on the floor as I moan again, "Mmmmm, oooh," and Ray pushes that fat cock head further up my ass with my shoulders and head shuddering again. "Feel good, baby? You like my big cock in your ass?" I groan, "Oooh, gawddd, Ray, it's awesome." He wants to know, "Has anybody ever fucked you this good? Does pretty boy Dickers' cock feel this good?" Again my shoulders shudder spastically as I grunt out the answer he wants to hear, "Nooo, Ray, nothing like you fucking me." He smacks my butt cheek, muttering, "I didn't think so," then he smacks my ass hard again, and pushes his cock up my ass another two inches in one thrust. Letting go of my cock and balls he grabs my hips and finishes pushing his cock all the way up my ass until his pubes are plastered to my buttocks. His legs have like a five o'clock shadow and are scratchy against my thighs as he begins withdrawing his cock making his now familiar wet, "Ssssssing," sound. He's pulling the rim of the mushroom head backwards against the lips of my anus until it feels like it might pop out of me altogether, and I groan again, "Aaaaah, Raaaay, fuck me." Another slap, this time on the back of my thigh leaving it stinging as he pushes his cock slowly back up my rectum, plowing and expanding it as it goes up inside me. Leaving it fully impaled, he leans on my back and grabs my nuts to hold them tightly in his fist, just this side of painful, and again strokes my cock getting it to drip precum like water from a leaky faucet. I'm so filled up back there it's absurd, but what a great sensation it is. My rectum is fully accepting his big cock by now and it seems to hum with pleasure in spots too numerous to identify individually. Ray mutters, "Your asshole is ready for it now," and he does five quick strokes with his fist around my cock and then lets go of it, and with one last hard squeeze of my balls, lets them go, too. With his hands on my hips now, he withdraws his boner quickly and then drives it smoothly back up my ass. He gets in a quick rhythm and the "Slap, slap, slap," sound of his body against my buttocks fill the car. We're both moaning now and the longer he fucks me the harder and faster are his penetrations, and the "slap, slap, slap, slap" sounds of flesh against flesh are louder than our moans. It goes on for five minutes of ecstasy, then with my climax overtaking me my head goes back, and I groan, "Aaaaaaah, and splash cum onto the car door with my body shaking violently. Another, "Eeeeeee, aaaaah," from me as another stream of spunk streaks from my boner followed by three more shorter strings of spunk as my body convulses and my brain overloads with awesome sensations of sexual pleasure. One last shudder and I hang my head moaning, overwhelmed with sexual pleasure that peaks unbelievably during climatic orgasm. The scintillating pleasure of my orgasm spreads over my body and causes another involuntary body shudder as Ray keeps driving that impossibly fat mushroom head up my ass until he flops on my back, grunts a desperate "Aaaaah," and does short hard humps against my ass filing me up with his load of spunk. His chest feels sticky on my back and his BO is in my head as I hump my ass back into his crotch. His cock is stationary now with Ray not thrusting, just breathing hard, the top of his head resting next to my ear. We're like this for maybe a minute, and then he straightens up and fucks me hard for what seems like forever, and even that isn't long enough to suit me. When he finally pulls his cock fully out of my ass, he mutters, "Get around here and suck my cock like you did last time." I awkwardly turn around in the cramped quarters and take his sloppy cock in my fingers. It's covered in his cum and not real hard. Putting it in my mouth I suck on that big mushroom head for a good five minutes until it's hard again. Ray says, "I need a little more of your ass. Get around like you were before." When I'm turned around on all fours, he slides his cock up my cum-saturated asshole again and, with his hands cupping my shoulders, he leans over me and pounds my ass again for I don't know how long, but when he finally pulls out, my ass throbs with pain and pleasure and I know I'm going to have a sore ass for a day or two. Ray says, "Oh man, that was hot! My dick's sensitive though so I can't let you suck it for awhile. How's your ass feel?" I go, "You fucked me good, Ray, and my ass is tingling still, but it's wicked sore." I stagger up on my feet, a little bowlegged, my anus gaping open drooling Ray's cum. The rare times my ass has been sore after repeated, long hard fucks, I've discovered it's best if I push my ass out as I stand, as that seems to put less strain on it 'cause it's damn sore right now; the revenge of the huge mushroom head no doubt. It's worth being a little uncomfortable to get my ass fucked that well. I remember years ago walking home from Denton's house bowlegged, with my ass sticking out and his cum drooling down the back of my legs. He'd fuck me three times hard and I'd say to myself, 'Never again,' then a couple days later I'd be right back ringing his doorbell even though he was a complete jerk. A sore ass from getting fucked properly is not a new thing with me, but this is my first one since Willie fucked me numerous times a day in Key West and I love it. Yep, I pretty much fell in love with getting fucked right from the start. Handing me some wipes, Ray says, "Clean your cum off the door and floor, then get dressed and get in the front seat." He's feeling his bossy oats today and I find dominant type guys get even bossier when they see I'm being submissive to them. He pulls his pants up and puts on his tee-shirt, then gets out the backdoor and into the driver's bucket seat. He turns his head to make sure I do a good job cleaning my cum up and dropping the used wipes out the window. Wating to clean the back of my legs, I ask, "Are there anymore wipes, Ray?" He says, "No, that's all there was, but I put the 'Calendar' section of the Sunday Globe on your bucket seat so you won't stain the seat with your drooling asshole. It's full of my cum, that's a nice little present for you." Getting dressed I press my hand against my butt, soaking up some cum, remembering Willie doing this to me in Key West as he never let me clean his cum from my ass. Memories of Willie make me nostalgic occasionally. Guess he's reverted back to his early submissive days enjoying being dominated by his neighbor again. Ah, the old days of alley-catting around. With Ryan in Georgia, I've got that alley-catting itch again and I just might scratch it with Seth, but after this fuck I'm again having second thoughts about that. I don't dare screw-up this thing I got going with Ray even though Seth is uber cute, and then it hits me: with his blond hair and pale complexion, Seth reminds me of Robby. They don't really look alike, but something about Seth reminds me of Robby. Humph. I get out of the back seat and into the front seat with my ass in a pronounced outward position and me taking bowlegged steps that cause hurt inside my rectum. My anus is still opened-up so wide it feels odd sitting down on the newspaper, and I grunt as I sit. Ray asks, "How's your ass?" I go, "You did a number on it, Ray, so it's damn sore, but worth a sore ass to be fucked that good." He says, "How do you think my cock feels by now? Plowing your ass for a half hour is wear and tear on my big pecker. Maybe I over did it, but I can't stand the thought of you thinking I can't service your sexual needs. I make sure I fulfill my male responsibilities even if it means a sore dick. I'm your man and you know it by now." I go, "Um, Ray, do you think you could stop referring to yourself as 'my man'? I don't know, but it infers I'm a girl and we both know I'm not. How 'bout it?" Ray shrugs, "I am your man, you might as well get used to that idea. I know you're not a girl, but in sex what am I suppose to think of you as? I'm not being mean, it's just a matter of fact that you're in the girl's role when I'm fucking you, that all." I go, "Actually, I'm in the gay bottom-role in sex between two males. The girl's role has nothing to do with it." He grins, "I forgot how sensitive you are, didn't I?" and he squeezes behind my neck, adding, "Let's not ruin our good time together bickering over semantics." I go, "Okay, but you calling me 'baby' isn't semantics and that's more a lover's term, we're not in love, are we?" There I go, picking up Ray's habit of making a statement, then ending it with a question. Dammit! Ray shrugs again, grinning, "I like calling you, 'baby' even though we're not in love, so sue me." Oh screw it; I'll concentrate on the positive, which is an awesome sexual experience this afternoon. Ray gets serious now, "Um, Dylan forget about that nonsense. I wonder if we can talk about that thing where you and your half-brother have the same father, but different mothers. Ah, the reason I want to is I think Elliot and me had the reverse situation. This is a confidential discussion between us boyfriends, by the way. It's nothing I've ever talked about with anyone else, but since you're my boyfriend and you're in a similar situation, I figured we could commiserate about it. I mean, obviously Elliot and me are so different in every way you can imagine, except I have a gay side and he's all gay. That's all we have in common, although we do have a brother's love for each other." He goes on to explain how the fact that they probably have different fathers hit home with him when he discovered he's half-gay. It bothered him a lot because it means his mother cheated on his father. I tell him how it happened that Chubby and I have the same father and try to get him to understand that he has no idea of the circumstances that led to his mother having sex with someone other than her husband. I say, "They could have been estranged at the time; separated and both thinking they were headed for divorce. Elliot was one year old so he wouldn't know what the situation was back then. Then your mom got pregnant and a little later your mother and father reconciled, and maybe he even thinks you're his kid." Ray frowns, "That's a slant I hadn't thought of before. Yeah, they could have separated and maybe dad had the thought, when he saw what I looked like and especially when it became obvious I was totally different in every way from Elliot, that mom probably did have sex when he and she were separated, but he kept it to himself." I go, "Yeah, probably because he didn't want to go through a separation again or possibly divorce." We beat this subject to death until Ray says, "Damn, I feel better about this now. There are many scenarios that could explain it, other than mom just outright cheating on dad. It's great to be able to talk to you about it. I couldn't discuss it with my posse because I grew up with them and many of our parents know each other. None of the guys would purposely have mentioned it to their parents, but it could slip out of one of them if they all knew." I ask, "How about your friends outside the posse? Isn't there someone you could have talked this out with?" He makes a face, saying, "They're more like acquaintances than friends. Hey, I'm well aware almost everyone outside my posse has always thought of me as an oddball, but it's me and I'm going to be myself no matter what others think. My posse, and you're part of it now, all think I'm cool and that's good enough for me." He talks on about the topic of him striking everyone as a nerd and relates some hurtful examples of how cruel middle and high school kids can be, and it makes me feel bad for all the times I jerked his chain. He was basically reaching out to me regarding his emerging gay side and I toyed with him and put him down. Way to go, Dylan. Just being different doesn't make a kid a bad person, just a different one. Ray's a talker, and a serious one today, as he relates growing up with Elliot and how Elliot stood up for Ray verbally, while Ray stood-up for Elliot physically. Elliot didn't fit in with the sports-minded posse at all, but Ray and Elliot are close just the same. I can remember Elliot always saying Ray was a good kid when someone dissed him. Now it's confirmed that Elliot and Ray have had exploratory sex the past two years. Not like the Dickers brothers, it was more sporadic for Ray and Elliot, mostly when Ray went to Elliot. Ray goes on to another serious topic, telling me he studies hard to be an example for his posse and to make his parents and Elliot proud of him. It's all very touching and believable the way Ray tells it. He's too straightforward about everything he says to be lying about any of this stuff. It's like he's desperate to have this discussion with someone, explaining himself to someone outside his posse, as they already know the good points of Ray. I'm technically in his posse, but I didn't grow up with him so I qualify as the person to explain himself to. He never infers I should correct the impression other guys have of him, he just wanted to get it all off his chest. He finally says, "Thanks for listening and sharing your ideas with me, Dylan. Your friends are lucky to have a friend like you. I'm different than mainstream kids, but there's nothing I'm going to try doing about that. It does 't work being someone you're not, and lots of kids are acting like someone they're not just to be like everyone else. Good for them, I guess, but that ain't me. I have no trouble sleeping at night, and while kids have said hurtful things to me, and gotten a fat lip for their trouble, I still am who I am. Now I'm done unloading my life on you, and I need to get home anyway. You're awesome, in case I haven't mentioned that before." I go, "I'm glad you confided in me, Ray. I don't think you're a nerd, an oddball yeah, but not a nerd." He laughs, muttering, "That's some progress anyway," and he starts the car for the ride home. On the way he says he'll call me when something worthwhile is going on. Tonight he needs to go out to Sunday dinner with his family. My ass is so sore I'm happy to do without getting fucked again tonight. Good thing Robby canceled our date after all. At my condo Ray and I don't kiss or anything. Instead it's the fist bump and quick hug like the posse always does saying hello or goodbye. It's a little awkward doing that in a car, but we manage. I get out with no words of endearment or anything like that because we're basically doing buddy sex that has nothing to do with love. I'm pretty much bowlegged, with my ass sticking out comically, all the way up the steps. The back of my shorts are pretty much soaked through with Ray's cum. Cum is also on the seat and even some at the back of my shorts. With my hand I wipe off some cum that's drooled below my shorts on the back of my legs before going inside. Yelling 'hi' to mom and Tris who are on the deck smoking, I slip into my bedroom and kick off my sneakers, then take off my cum-saturated shorts and underwear. Pulling my tee-shirt over my head I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on, and by the time I get my socks off, the water's warm. Stepping into the shower stall I take a long soapy shower, which feels great. I'm chuckling at the moms trying to hide their cigarettes from me when I shouted 'hi' to them. After the shower I get dressed and come out of the bedroom to see my mom writing me a note. Tris kisses my cheek, then says, "Jeffrey was trying to get hold of you earlier. He and a couple of friends from Merrimack are going out to dinner. I think he said something about one of their ears." Mom says, "I was just writing you a note to say we're heading out to meet the other waitresses. We're going to dinner first, then a movie, then a cocktail." Tris says, "Better make that more cocktails after the movie, Dee, because you know darn well we'll have some with dinner." They both laugh and I smile; it doesn't take much to make those two laugh. Mom and I do a hug and a kiss, then they're off for a girl's night out. Hope they have fun and I don't care if they have shrill laughter, just so have fun. Chubby was obviously referring to Ears Henderson, not someone's ears like Tris said. I missed Chubby's call and sure enough my cell phone shows two missed calls. My cell was in my pants, crumbled on the floor of Ray's car when Chubby called, probably when I was busy getting fucked by a large mushroom-headed cock. I texted Chubby about dinner much earlier and I'm sorry I missed his calls, but it is what it is. After a lonely dinner of left over stew, I'm smoking a cigarette on the balcony relieved that my asshole has finally closed up and I can walk without sticking my ass out, although my walking is still a bit bowlegged. My cell phone beeps, maybe it's Chubby telling me where they're at. I pull it from my pocket and see it's a call from Manny. I didn't give him my cell phone number. I go, "Manny, wassup?" He says, "Hi, Dylan. Some of us guys are play nickel/dime poker at Devon's house. Well, it's more like dime/quarter. Can you make it, dude?" What the fuck? I say, "I thought Ray was going out to dinner with his parents?" Manny's like, "Yeah, he is, but we got five guys even without him and you're invited. Devon's got sodas and snacks; it'll be fun." I mutter, "I suck at poker," and he goes, "We all suck at it. Do you have a ride?" I tell him no, and he says, "I'll pick you up after I get Dawg. About fifteen minutes, Okay?" Why not, I don't have anything else lined up. I say, "Yep, that's great, thanks, Manny." He goes, "No problem. Bring as much change as you can. We always need change," and he ends the call. I look at my cell phone, frowning. Jeez, I guess I'm in the posse for real. Ray's not even going to be there. This is unexpected, but what did I think it meant being in Ray's posse? Of course, we'll be doing things together. I'm a little nervous actually, as I'd be more comfortable if Ray was going to be there. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help cover their expenses and they can maintain this free story site.