Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 04:51:29 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Ready for Nifty Chapter 33 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO/2 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 33 by Donny Mumford Seth, Robby, and I went to the movies earlier tonight and ran into Devon and Annie there; I know them from Ray's so-called posse. The good thing about running into them is that Robby now takes for granted that I'm hanging with these guys, he even said Devon was a nice kid. Robby just accepts that they're friends of mine now, so that obstacle's behind me. I expected more grief than I got from Robby and Chubby about me being friends with Ray and the posse. Everyone I know, except Elliot, thinks Ray's a flake, and I did too before getting to know him. Now that I know Ray better, he can still be eccentric at times and he says things in an odd way, but underneath that he's a caring, conscientious kid with some good qualities. Anyway, after the movie Seth dropped Robby and me off at Robby's house and we drove to the Dickers Landscaping and Design building for a little nookie in the pickup. When we're parked in our safe spot, Robby puts the pickup's windows down and turns off the truck. I undo my seat belt and we stare at each other for a second. He's so good looking, and we've had so many great times together, a deep feeling of love for him comes over me and brings a tear to my eyes. The fact that I've cheated on him gives me pangs of guilt, but in my defense it was Robby who wanted to include Travis in his sex life. I'd been faithful to our threesome all along, although maybe I went a little overboard with Ryan. To balance out Travis I had sex with Ray, and that seems to have reignited the fires of my alley-catting ways because I also had sex with Seth. He was too tempting for my weak willpower to resist, and to further complicate the situation Seth's had terrible luck when it comes to his love life, so I don't want to make it worse by cutting him off after one date. He seemed so happy today with our sex. I know it sounds like me rationalizing again, and there's a little of that I suppose, but for the most part the reason I'm going to continue with Seth a little longer is mostly for his sake. I suspect Robby and Travis had something going on before Robby mentioned Travis to me, so that helps ameliorate my guilt trip a little where Seth's concerned. Robby wiggles his index finger at me in that 'come here' way and I slide over to him on the bench seat. He puts his arms lightly around my neck and we stare at each other some more, in the light of the moon. His dark blue eyes look almost black as I stare into them, biting my bottom lip, and almost slipping into one of my trances. He quietly murmurs, "You're beautiful, just like that girl at the movies said, and I love you with all my heart and soul. When are we ever going to be mature enough to be exclusively each other's lover?" I mutter, "You're the beautiful one, Robby, and let's not wish away our youth. We'll be mature enough when the time is right, and we'll both know when that time is here." He smiles his wonderful warm smile and leans in to kiss my lips lightly, then he moves his head back as I lick my lips. He goes, "You taste and smell especially sexy tonight. You know, um, I dream about you, always about you, and still I never can get enough of you in my life." I mumble, "Me too, Robby," and he grins, probably because he's always accusing me of repeating his compliments instead of initiating them about him first. We lean our heads together and his tongue goes in my mouth. It tastes like popcorn and nicotine as we do a lover's kiss, and then a sexy one with our hand's caressing each other's body. Soon our saliva eliminates any remaining taste in our mouths except our own personal flavor of spit. Our lips move together as our tongues squirm against one another and shortly spit is shining in the moonlight around our mouths and chins. Low moans of arousal slip from our throats as sexual desire builds. His scent fills my head and his taste triggers something in my brain that sends a signal to my cock and balls as they come alive like separate living things with minds of their own. My arms are around Robby's back clutching him to me, and like always happens when I'm with Robby, I only have eyes for him. No one else enters my mind, only this wonderful boy who I've loved almost forever. Variety is interesting and intriguing, but the loving sexual and emotional familiarity of Robby always tops variety for me. I forget that sometimes, but never when I'm with him. Our making out goes on until there's wet precum spots on the laps of both our shorts, then Robby slides the side of his face against mine. We both gasp and breathe deeply, then he quietly asks, "Will you suck my cock, boyfriend?" I nod my head and Robby pulls down his zipper as I'm undoing the button of his shorts, then tug sideways on his waistband and he slides over on the seat, away from the steering wheel. I get between his legs, with my knees on the floor of the pickup, and pull his shorts and underwear down with Robby helping by lifting his ass off the seat for a second. His hard cock glistens with precum as I take it in my fingers and guide it to my mouth. My eyes, at the top of their sockets, maintains eye contact with Robby as I suck on the head of his boner and swallow his precum. When I move my head forward his whole four-inch boner, fat and pulsating, goes in my mouth with the head just past the gag reflex area of my throat. My nose plasters against his recently shaved pubic area and I inhale his aroma, an audible, "Mmmmm," then a quiet, "Aaaaah," slips past the cock in my mouth. My throat muscles massage the head of his cock and Robby's other head goes back and a quiet moan from him now, "Mmmmmm." Pulling my zipper down and undoing the button of my shorts I fish my hard cock out through the slit of my underpants and stroke myself, backing off his cock completely. His saliva-saturated boner rests wetly on my forehead while I lick his balls. Robby slides forward on the seat so I lift his scrotum and lick behind it, then lick over to his asshole and press my tongue flat against it. Robby's scent is very prevalent here without a trace of excrement odor. Robby's almost always a clean boy so I kiss his ass and suck on the lips of his anus until they're sucking back. Robby groans again and I do long laps over his asshole, two, three, four times getting Robby moaning more and squirming on the seat. My cock is in my fist, but there's no more stroking for fear of losing my load. Licking back up and over his scrotum, I again suck on his cock cleaning off more precum and then Robby grunts, "That was awesome, baby, but get your ass up here now for a good fucking." His cock slides out of my mouth on my tongue and I pull my pants down, then scramble onto the seat and look at him, enjoying that he called me 'baby'. He's breathes deeply, then mutters, "On all fours," so I get on my hands and knees anxious to be fucked. Earlier fucks don't register in my brain now, only this one. He pulls his shorts down to his ankles and gets on his knees behind, then he pulls my shorts over my sneakers so he can spread my legs and get between them. "Smack!' Robby thinks I like it rough at times, and he's right about that. Another hard slap on my ass and then his wet cock head is pressing against my anus. He humps his hips and the head pops in and we both go, "Aaaah." He grips my hips and pushes his fat cock in another inch, waits until my rectum accommodates it, and then more goes in as precum from my boner makes a wet "Plop" sound landing on the imitation leather seat. Lots of cum on this seat; mine and Ryan's, and I don't know who else's. I don't especially want to know who else's either. When his shaved pubic area is flat against my hairless ass cheeks, he rests his chest against my back hugging me around my chest, then starts moving his hips fucking me, and right away I feel my orgasm building. His torso stays against mine as he fucks me and it's all so awesomely arousing. Feeling his breath on the back of my neck and his scent all around has me dizzy with sexual arousal. The skin against skin, "Slap, slap, slap" sounds of males fucking is pronounced because his pubic area is smoothly shaved. I love that sound and it adds to the thrill of getting fucked by the boy I love. His boner's short, but fat, and it's riding back and forth in my rectum creating enough sensations of a pleasurable sexy nature to nearly blow my mind and I'm soon squirming under Robby's body and moaning in deep sexual pleasure like only fucking can elicit. My prostate throbs enticingly as I tighten my rectum muscles to further enhance the enormous amount of sexy sensations in my ass. My boner throbs along with Robby's and my balls buzz and get harder and harder, filling with spunk that will soon burst from my cock. The sounds of sexual pleasure are constant with moans of, "Ummmm, oooh, ah, ah, ah, oooh yeaaah". Robby's sounding more desperate now as he lifts off my back to grip my hips, continuing to hammer his cock up my asshole, over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. My anus lips suck on the shaft of his cock and get dragged inward when Robby thrusts forward and dragged outwards when he withdraws. It's got me crazy with the need to cum, and then my orgasm comes roaring on me quicker then I expected. I groan, "Mmmmm," with my lips tight together, contract all the muscles in my body and send a stream of cum, pumped from my nuts, to sizzle up and out my throbbing boner, splashing against the pickup's passenger door. Another squeal from me as two more small shots fly from my cock with me shaking and my shoulders shuddering. Robby's whining, longing for his own impending orgasm, then a loud grunt and he slams against me to shoot a long stream of spunk up my ass, Then more cum is fired from his cock, and even more after that as he groans and moans at the unbelievable sensations of climax. Nothing else can compare to the intense moments of orgasm. He continues fucking me, his fat boner sliding easily in his cum with some cum already drooling down my buttocks. I sag forward, going down on my forearms, my forehead drops down to the back of my arms with me still savoring my hot climax. Then Robby's on my back again hugging around my chest, the side of his face at the back of my neck. His cock is still up my ass, but he's stopped thrusting and apparently is intent on catching his breath. I love feeling his chest heave and his heart beat against my back. He feels so good against me I slide my knees backwards and lay on the seat in my cum with my knees bent and my feet up in the air against the driver's side door. The window's open so my feet are actually partially outside. Robby stays on my back doing the same thing with his legs and feet I just did. The sides of his legs and feet touching the sides of mine. After a bit, Robby fucks me some more just moving his hips and quietly moaning near my ear. He continues for quite some time and then collapses, laying limply against me and kissing the side of my face and then sucking on my ear, going, "Mmm, mmm, mmm." I wiggle under him and he slides off my back dragging his cock, covered in cum, from my asshole. His cock moves over my butt cheek leaving a trail of wetness as Robby lays on his side next to me with his back tight against the back of the seat. He whispers, "The car is filled with the scent of you and our sex, Dylan." In my mind the car's filled with the scent of him and our sex, but it's simply a matter of perspective, I guess. I go on my side and nuzzle in against him, face to face, as his arm goes over my side and we do deep kisses for quite awhile, and then just hug one another with the sides of our faces together again, hot and a little sweaty. We talk quietly about our love for each other. Robby's saying, "The depth of my love for you is basically indescribable, but I knew it was true love long ago and when we first had sex together I became positive of it." I say, "Me too Robby. It's funny that love is expressed as an action, but experienced as a feeling and, yes, I think it's indescribable, too. All I know is I'm in love with you. I know that for sure and I hope you know it, too." We kiss and he says, "It's like my life is a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece, and you were the missing piece even though I didn't know that before I met you, and then I met you and you fit perfectly in my puzzle of life and I became complete. When I see you my heart races and I get a funny feeling in my chest. Love hurts too, and many days in the past I was in pain longing for you and jealous of others who had you, but now I've matured enough, and I'm now sure enough of your love for me that the pain's reduced to a dull ache of jealousy at times." We go on like this for awhile until we both burst out laughing. Robby says, "Okay, we may be overdoing it tonight. I'm afraid we've unintentionally slipped into maudlin territory." I go, "Are you implying we've become mawkishly sentimental?" He goes, "Yes, that's it exactly. We're syrupy and soppy," and I'm like, "And icky, mushy, and sappy too?" He says, "Yes, yes, and yes." We sit up chuckling and get our clothes back on. My ass is sticky with his cum, but it's a familiar feeling for me as having cum drooling from my ass means a hot time was had by us. As he starts the pickup, I say, "That bit about me being the missing piece of your life puzzle got us both going overboard." Robby says, "Yeah, that started the slippery slope to maudlin alright. Scratch that one." We're joking, but we know we love each other and we both agree it's basically indescribable no matter how hard we try to describe it. Robby drops me off after a goodnight kiss and I take the steps to my condo two at a time feeling good about loving Robby, while avoiding thinking about the Seth matter for now. It's after eleven, but I take a shower anyway, then have a nice peaceful night's sleep being sexually satisfied and not thinking about the entire reason for that, just the Robby part. In the morning I do my due diligence in the bathroom, get dressed, and then Chubby comes in for coffee. We hug, then talk about what we did last night after we had dinner together, but without specific details of sex. As we talk I prepare Chubby's and my lunch, keeping it simple: ham and swiss cheese on bulky rolls with mustard. I'm also bringing Lays potato chips, three big, soft, chewy chocolate chip cookies each, and two bottles of Snapple each. Then we're off for work, both of us in good spirits. I love having Chubby with me at work, I love doing anything with him as a matter of fact. At work, in the locker room, I find Lee teasing Seth about his new haircut, "That's too short for a flattop, Seth... just saying. Does your barber hate you? Did you sneeze on him or take a tobacco chew cup with you in the barber chair? You had to do something to piss him off." Seth grins at me as I blush, his flattop does look too short. Seth says to Lee, "I'm pretty sure my barber doesn't hate me." Lee sees me, and points at me, saying to Seth, "If you don't want to go to Supercuts you should give Dylan a chance, as he'd probably do better than that." I guess Lee forgot he overheard me tell Chubby yesterday I was getting a ride home with Seth to give him a haircut. I know he heard, 'give him a haircut', because he commented on me giving guys haircuts, but he apparently didn't hear Seth's name. I ask Lee, "Could your mom do a better flattop than Seth's?" He goes, "I sure hope so, Seth's barber didn't even round off the neckline." I laugh at that because the rounding off the hairline in back is the lazy way to do it. Anybody could do that without going to barber college. Lee doesn't know what I'm laughing at, but Chubby does as he smirks at me while changing into work clothes. On the blacktop Robby gives me a knowing smile and a squeeze at the back of my neck, remembering last night no doubt. I'd love to kiss his lips right now, but that probably wouldn't be good for his supervisor's image. Robby's interviewing for Homer's replacement this morning even though Homer hasn't actually quit yet. Lee's in charge during the morning, then Robby joins us before lunch break and we catch up on our schedule by the end of the day. Tuesday goes by quickly without anything out of the ordinary happening. We had our laughs during the day, and Seth and me stuck our tongues in each others ears a few times while cupping an ear to shout something above the noise. Then, after work Chubby, Seth, Lee, and me have a quick dinner at McDonald's, and later we watch Robby play the first game of the year for his summer league team. Games are played mostly on Saturday afternoons except the first and last game of the summer season. Baseball goes good with a nice summer night. During the game Ray texts me asking me to join the posse to watch him play a basketball game tomorrow night; one of the guys will pick me up at my place around six-thirty. Chubby's busy working Wednesday night, Robby has baseball practice then he needs to do a couple of hours of work-related stuff for his dad, plus I don't need the temptation of messing around again with Seth again so soon, so I text Ray back saying I'm happy to join him and the posse tomorrow. After Robby's team wins their game, the five of us go to Dairy Queen for soft-serve ice cream and we run into guys Chubby and I know from high school. We exchange lies with them while goofing around for awhile, then a fight breaks out at one of the picnic tables so we watch that, cheering on the teen combatants. Both kids end up getting the shit kicked out of them, but one's finally had enough and quits, so there is a winner. The winner doesn't look any better than the loser though, which is what normally happens: someone wins, but takes a beating doing it. Fighting is stupid, but ya gotta do it occasionally just the same. Some asshole called the cops, but the fight's over before they get here, although they swagger around in their swat gear for awhile trying to intimidate whoever they can, then leave having accomplished exactly nothing. It was a pretty good night overall, especially because Chubby was with us. As usually happens, Chubby and Lee do some of their comedy routine and Lee propositioned me at the baseball game when the two of us were at the food stand getting Cokes, which is also par for the course. His whiskers and broad shoulders still intrigue me and I've decided I like him. Chubby does, so why shouldn't I? The proposal Lee makes to me had to do with him plowing my backdoor and it's handled by both of us as just joking around with the gay kid, but I seriously wonder about him. He does a little bit too much touching and arm across my shoulders action to suit me. He's scary strong and admits to me he does some weight lifting. At times he looks sorta sexy and other times he seems more like a borderline bully, which isn't sexy. I gotta admit he's good looking though, but without being cute. As a matter of fact he fits Ray's idea of macho, and I don't. Ray calls Robby and me pretty boys, but he's not being mean-spirited about it; to him it's just a fact, not a put down. Whether I'm macho to Ray or a pretty boy, he seems quite taken with me and I'm thinking about tomorrow night and about what we might do after the basketball game. Monday I had sex with Seth in the afternoon, and then sex with Robby later that night. Today I had zero sex, which never happened when Ryan was here, so I'm hoping Ray will come through tomorrow night. After the fight at the Dairy Queen we finish our cones and call it a night. Wednesday at work goes pretty much like Tuesday went. Then, when we're changing in the locker room, Seth whispers, "Can we have a date tonight, Dylan?" He waited almost two whole days before giving in and asking. I'd like to, but I want to try going slowly with him because of my conscience, but I'm not exactly a martyr so I say, "I can't tonight, Seth. How about tomorrow night?" He grins nodding his head, saying, "Great. Let's talk during work tomorrow and decide what we'll do, okay?" I rub the palm of my hand back through his too-short flattop, and tell him, "You bet," so maybe it isn't about sex after all. Maybe he just wants to hang out together, that's cool. I drive Chubby and me home and we go out on my balcony talking and laughing while drinking Cokes and smoking cigarettes, listening to one of The Counting Crows CDs in the background. Around five-thirty we cook steaks on the grill and have them with bliss potatoes that are microwaved and then placed on the grill with the steaks. They're delicious cooked like that and then eaten like you'd eat an Idaho baked potato, split open with lots of butter, salt, and pepper. Our vegetable tonight is baby white sweet yellow kernel corn, also with lots of butter, salt and pepper. We'll worry about our cholesterol when we're older. After dinner, Chubby goes up to shower and get ready for a date with Mary Jo, and I do the same for my non-date with Ray and his posse. At twenty-five after six I'm wearing my Ray's posse baseball cap, standing at the curb waiting to see who's picking me up tonight. A few minutes later, asshole Mark drives up in a 2011 Volt, a hybrid car from Chevrolet. Devon's riding shotgun and his brother, Sonny, is in the back where I'll be sitting. Oh goody, two of my least favorite of Ray's friends. Well, that's not fair because Sonny can be funny and I kinda like him, but he flirts with me too much. Devon and Mark are wearing the same baseball cap I am, but Sonny's not because he isn't an official member of the posse. He's rocking his orange/red hair with the haircut I gave him last Sunday. Then I wonder if Ray sent Mark to pick me up on purpose, you know, as part of Mark's punishment for insulting me at last week's game. This is the first day back in the posse for Mark after Ray suspended him for a week. Or Maybe it's simply Mark's turn to drive. Sonny pushes open the back door and gets out as Devon and Mark get out the front doors. They get out so we can more effectively do the fist bump and quick hug, which is apparently the mandatory posse greeting. It's awkward doing it in the car like we did last week. Mark mutters, "Hi, Dylan, good to hear you've officially joined the posse," and that's about it: nothing untoward from Mark. I go, "Yo, Mark, thanks for picking me up." Then Devon and Sonny do the fist bump routine, saying "Hi." Sonny exaggerated the hug naturally, and I notice how sexy he smells tonight, much more so than when we played softball and he sat on my lap during the ride to the game. With the fist bump ritual taken care of, we get in the backseat, Sonny first and then me. I sit down on Sonny's hand that he purposely put on my seat. He gets a fist full of my nuts between my legs, his skinny wrist under my right butt cheek, and he holds on as I close the door. Trying to remain cool, I look over at him with a disapproving expression on my face. He gives me a damn cute grin, and says, "How ya doing, rookie?" I just stare at him with this puss on my face. He grins again, saying, "Don't ya just feel like yelling for joy that Ray's your boyfriend?" as he gives my balls a hard squeeze and I yelp as Sonny pulls his hand out from under me. Devon looks back, asking, "What happened, Dylan?" I mumble, "Just practicing my cheering for Ray at the game," as my balls throb with pain. Devon frowns, muttering, "Oh," and Mark says, "Ray wants me to ask you for a haircut, Dylan, but you might not want to, if you're still pissed-off at me." Man, he's changed his tune, but I still have negative feelings towards him and don't really want to cut his hair. I say, "Yeah, I'm still a little pissed at you, Mark. Just being honest about it." He goes, "I thought so, but I'm offering my apology for last Wednesday just the same," although he actually didn't apologize. He basically just discussed apologizing in a general sense. I shrug, saying nothing more. Sonny chats with me nonsensically, but he's also kinda funny in his own way and I have to laugh at him. He's far from obtuse, that's for sure. He seems to me to be intelligent and quick thinking; Devon chuckles at Sonny's nonsense along with me. Mark, not so much... maybe he's pouting that he can't have a haircut like the others. During the forty-five minute ride Sonny continues his clever banter while subtly mauling me with squeezes and rubs on my body, but it's not annoying me all that much because he's a damn cute kid, quick witted, and he smells good. He's growing on me, I guess you could say. At one point, he says, "Let's practice when I need to sit on your lap again, rookie," and he climbs on my lap with Devon yelling, "Sonny, stop bothering Dylan!" and to me he says, "Dylan, I apologize for my brother; Sonny's being a jerk." Sonny wiggles his nice little ass on my lap and my dick wakes up, like, 'What's this?' It begins firming up as Devon's yelling, "Goddammit, Sonny, get off of Dylan's lap!" Sonny gets off but not before he felt my boner poking his butt cheek. Looking over at me and smirking cutely, he says to his brother, "We're just messing around, aren't we, Dylan?" I go, "It's more like you'rejust messing around, not we." He chuckles, and when Devon turns around to the front, of course Sonny reaches over and pats my boner, mumbling, "Nice," and then he lifts up his left ass cheek and points at my lap and then his ass. I mutter, "You're too young, Sonny." Mark gets over his moodiness and the four of us discuss the total collapse and the horrible performance of the Red Sox team this year, which goes on for the remainder of the ride. Parking at the basketball court we all get out, and Sonny takes hold my hand, saying, "I'm just practicing being bi, Dylan." I pull my hand away as Sonny giggles, but I can't help wishing he was a year older because my alley-catting ways have been fairly active recently. You know, it wouldn't need to be a long term thing with Sonny, just one and done, but it would be pretty hot. With his hair short now it doesn't look as orange as it used to, and Sonny has a damn hot ass, plus he's skinny like Ryan, who I really miss. As we walk behind Mark and Devon, Sonny puts his arm around my waist and lays his head on my shoulder. To call his bluff I put my arm around his skinny waist and squeeze him against my side. He stays in this position matching my footsteps, saying, "Ah ha, I knew I'd win you over," then, sounding like Ray, he adds, "You can't resist me can you, Dylan?" I mutter, "It's hard to resist you, Sonny, but I'm working at it," and we let go of each other to greet Bean, Manny, and Dawg with the fist pump routine. As we're walking up the small bleacher section I glance back at the court where the players are warming up and I see Ray at the foul line. I'll be damned if my dick doesn't vibrate a little. I guess Ray's growing on me too, but it's basically a sexual growth more then an affectionate one, although I like him okay. Checking my watch I see that, unlike Bean last week, Mark got us here a reasonable fifteen minutes before tip off. We're approaching where we sat in the bleachers last week as Bean says to me, "Ray tells me this isn't a date night for you, Dylan; tonight you're just a posse member so I won't need to buy you stuff at the refreshment stand." He's very serious about this so I don't laugh in his face. Instead I act serious too, saying, "Thanks for clearing that up for me, Bean." He says, "I'm still supposed to sit next to you though, and watch out for you, okay?" I say, "Um, yeah, I guess," and we sit down on the top row of bleaches with Bean on my right and, who else, Sonny on my left. Devon's next to Sonny, then it's Dawg, Manny and Mark on the end, like last week. Looking down the row, all I see are my haircuts on the guys' heads and then Mark, the only one who has a regular haircut with a part on the side. Hope he feels like the outcast he tried to make me feel like at last week's game. Ray can't come up in the stands to greet his troops like he did last week because they're doing the lay-up line now and the game will start soon. He looks up and sees us though, then gives a wave and a smile. He's cute when he grins or smiles, but basically he's just good looking with his normal facial expression. From my seat I can tell Ray hasn't shaved his whiskers; I can't tell from here if he shaved his legs. Okay, he's got some sexy whiskers, but I don't know if I should read anything into that, like it meaning he's planing on screwing me tonight. After the last time he screwed me, later on I hinted that we could do it again and he refused claiming he doesn't like to spoil his girlfriends with too much sex. I asked what about his boyfriends and was told what applies to his girlfriends applies to me too. This is an example of Ray choosing the wrong words to explain himself, and while he meant nothing demeaning, it could be interpreted that way on a number of levels. I'm almost certain this is a case of him being too forthcoming with his odd view of things when it would be better if he softened up his choice of words so he'd be less likely to offend. I'm not offended because I think Ray's harmless, although slightly over the top at times. While he isn't trying to put anyone down, I can see how someone might thinks he is. It's probably why kids that didn't grow up with Ray don't like him. Sonny leans against me most of the game and when he isn't doing that he has his arm across my shoulders, or he's running his hand up the back of my head knocking my hat off, or goosing my thigh and ass. He's busy, that's for sure, and I gotta wonder what happened to Bean's responsibility of looking out for me... haha. Half the time Sonny's actions are giving me chills or making my dick tighten up. Like I said, he smells good, and I've never minded being touched by a cute boy, so while it's a tad annoying at times, it's not all bad. I'm beginning to think he's at least bisexual, like he says, and that it's not an affectation of his like everyone thinks it is. At the end of the second quarter we get drinks at the refreshment stand and Devon catches Sonny goosing my ass. He's pissed off, "Goddammit, Sonny, you're not coming with us next time. You're making a jackass of yourself, acting like a fool. Cool it with your pretend bi bullshit!" I mutter to Devon, "Can you switch seats with your brother? I do not want anybody thinking I'm leading this dude on." Devon says, "I know you're not, Dylan. Sonny thinks he has a crush on you; that's why he wanted to come along tonight. Sorry 'bout that." I mumble, "No problem," but Devon never does switch seats with Sonny because Devon meets up with some kids who were in his class last year at high school and he shoots the shit with them as Sonny and me walk back to our seats. Sonny's slurping on his soda, with his other arm around my waist again. I have to laugh, the balls on this kid. I don't see Devon again until the start of the fourth quarter when he reappears and sits next to Mark, who hasn't given me any shit tonight at all. Of course Sonny's still sitting next to me, but mostly he's now just asking questions about gay sex and getting approximately the same amount of information he got from me about the this subject when I gave him his haircut. In other words, zero. The game's almost over when Ray puts his team up by one with a deep three-point basket and that gets the home crowds cheering, but a kid dribbles the length of the court and drops in a reverse lay up as the buzzer sounds and the opposing team wins by one. A brief fight breaks out between a couple of players, but it's broken up quickly and that's it for the game. Ray's shaking his head as he comes up to greet the posse. Sweat dripping off his face he comes to me first, mumbling, "Hi, Dylan, tough loss," and we do the fist bump and hug with Ray putting his sweaty face against mine for a second and his unique brand of sexy BO scent fills my head. His whiskers are short and kinda stiff scraping against my cheek. I mutter, "Great shot at the end by you, Ray." He shrugs, kisses me on the lips in front of everyone, then mumbles, "Thanks," and he goes down the line greeting each posse member. My face tingles from the sweaty whisker rub, and my dick tingles too as I lick my lips after the kiss and savor his manly scent. I can't believe how open Ray is about his bisexuality, it's kinda admirable. He's certainly consistent with his claim that he's going to be who he is no matter what others may think. Maybe it'll serve him well in life, but unfortunately I don't think it will because people tend to shun those who are too different from the norm. When everyone's done the fist bump routine with Ray, he says, "I'm giving Dylan a ride, we'll meet you guys at Al's a little later," then they all need to do the fist bump and hug with me because we're splitting up. It gets tiresome, but what the hell, it only takes a few seconds and a couple of the guys smell good, especially Sonny who gooses my cock when he's doing the hug. I'm starting to think that skinny, orange-haired kid is a hottie. Funny how I didn't care for him at first. Ray tells me, "Get my satchel for me, Dylan, it's that ratty looking thing next to the bench," as he's pointing at it. Ray's getting a bottle of water as I go down court-side to fetch his satchel thinking how cool it is that he just assumed I'd do what he said. After getting his satchel I join Ray as he drinks his water, laughing with a teammate. I'm standing next to Ray while they finish what they're saying, then Ray puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Frank, this is my boyfriend, Dylan Newman. Dylan this is our team's best player, Frank Conley." Frank and I shake hands briefly, with Frank saying to me, "Ray's being modest, Dylan, he's our best player, not me. Nice to meet you." Just like that. No look of surprise that Ray has a boyfriend or that he's gay or bi. Humph, that's cool. It didn't seem at all like Frank thinks Ray's an oddball, so maybe more guys than just his posse accept his personality. Ray and I walk to his car with me still carrying his satchel, and Ray saying, "Mark tells me you rejected his apology and won't give him a posse-haircut. Is that right?" So now it's a 'posse haircut' rather than a Dylan haircut. I feel a little defensive, saying, "It didn't happen quite like that, Ray. Anyway I never said I wouldn't give him a posse, um, I mean a haircut. I didn't say anything." He goes, "Good, I didn't think you'd say no to a fellow posse member. Call him tomorrow and tell him you accept his apology and then set up a time for his haircut, okay?" My dick tightens up, feeling awesome, as I mutter, "Sure, Ray." He takes it for granted that I'll do it. That subject's taken care of so Ray goes on without missing a beat, "Also, ya gotta stop teasing Sonny, Dylan. He's just a kid who thinks he has a crush on you." I go, "That's bullshit! I'm not teasing him, he's mauling me. I told Devon to switch seats with Sonny, but he never got around to it." We're at the car now, Ray opens the passenger door for me, saying, "Okay, okay, don't get sensitive on me here, Dylan. If you're not egging him on, good. We'll leave it at that." I go, "I'm so pissed-off! Who told you I was teasing that kid? This is so fucking unfair it's not even funny." He rubs my back, "Calm down. If you say you're not teasing him, I believe you. It's just a misunderstanding." I want to know, "Who told you that bullshit story?" He's calm, "No, I'm not getting into a he said, she said thing. We'll drop it now." I go, "There's no 'she' involved; it's he said, he said." Ray shakes his head, muttering, "I keep forgetting how sensitive you are. I'm sorry, okay. I got wrong information, but I'm not starting trouble in the posse by telling you who said what. That's not how I roll, okay?" I manage not to stamp my foot, but I do say, "No, it's not okay! Someone's jealous of me and they're starting a rumor that I don't care for at all. I'll knock somebody's teeth down their throat if I found out who said that." Ray's losing his patience, "Please get in the car. I'll have a talk with the person who told me you were playing games with Sonny. Now let's leave it at that, okay? Please!" I get in the car and Ray closes the door, then goes around and gets in the driver's side. He says, "We'll go right to Al's, you're too upset to mess around tonight." He starts the car and I quickly say, "Um, I'm not upset now, Ray." He looks at me, asking, "Are you sure?" I nod my head too fast, like Ryan does, and say, "I'm sure." He chuckles, "Okay then. Lean over here." I lean over putting my arms around Ray's neck and he gives me a tongue-involved kiss that gets me very aroused and I realize, maybe for the first time, that I'm getting hooked on Ray Ellis. Without trying to, or doing anything other than what's normal for him, Ray's combination of sexy manner, whiskers, BO, bossiness, and fat-headed mushroom cock have registered in my brain and I desire him. With me still clutching around his neck, Ray breaks off the kiss with his tongue making a wet sucking sound leaving my mouth. He says, "I've always thought you had a thing for me, maybe even before you realized it yourself, but now that I'm finally seeing it for real, it's a good feeling for me. And maybe I'm getting a 'thing' for you, too; you're kind of irresistible now that I've gotten to know you better. He runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "Two things: one, please don't be so sensitive all the time. I'm just trying to keep harmony in the posse. I believe what you said and I'm going to jump down the throat of the guy who said you were leading Sonny on. I should have known you wouldn't do that. The second thing is: I want you to get Dickers to play in Sunday's softball game. We're playing a good team for a case of beer. They've got older guys on their team and we've never beat them so we need a ringer, and Dickers is it. He's really good. Will you come through for the team?" Oh boy! This will be awkward, but Ray has sorta hypnotized me without even knowing it, so in a bit of a trance, I say, "Sure, Ray." He kisses me saying, "Good, that's settled, and now I'm going to spoil you a little." He adds, "Heh heh, could you let go of me, Dylan, so I can drive us to that spot we went to last week?" I go, "Oh, sure," and take my arms from his neck, rub his hair grinning, and then sit back in my bucket seat. At the same hidden spot we went to last week, Ray says, "Outside, Dylan, and get undressed. Everything off." Ray feels it's easier to get undressed outside, rather than in the car. I have no problem getting undressed either place. I get out and take my clothes off and toss them on the seat. Surprising me Ray gets out too and gets an old blanket from the trunk. He comes around and drops the blanket, saying, "I did my girlfriend, Maryanne, on a blanket outside last week; we were at Kent park and it was so cool. You can kneel on this to suck my cock." As I'm getting on my knees and spreading the blanket out a little, Ray says, "With you I'm not even using a condom so it's a smoother process; the babe rolling a condom on my dick sorta brings everything to a halt, ya know?" I mutter, "Uh huh," then, "Should I pull your shorts down, Ray, so I can rim you?" He says, "Definitely, you're the only one who does that for me and I appreciate it. It's one of the reasons I told Maryanne that you're my favorite, and she got all pissed off naturally, heh heh. Just being honest with her, ya know?" He talks too much during sex, so I don't encourage him by answering every time he finishes his sentence with 'ya know?' or, 'right?'. He's still wearing the basketball shorts he wore in the game, so I guess his street clothes are in the satchel I carried for him. The basketball shorts are baggy, made of some silky material with an elastic waistband, so I pull them down along with his jockstrap and there's his sweaty mushroom-headed cock looking innocent enough now, but when Ray gets sexually aroused, it's amazing how much that cock head swells up. Ray casually gets his fingers around his cock and wipes the mushroom head it on my face, saying, "I like the way you show me respect, Dylan. You know, by accepting your role, especially during sex, but in other ways, too. You show what I consider an appropriate deferential treatment all girlfriends should have for their man, ya know? And, um, or boyfriend should show their man. You know what I mean, right? For example, I can't imagine most gays would put up with me doing this," as he pushes the mushroom head of his cock under my nose, saying, "But you accept it because your man wants to do it and that impresses the hell out of me. Maryanne could learn a lot from you like I tell her all the time." His cock has a sweaty feel and smell, but it's not offensive to me; I like penises when they're on guys my own age. Ray drags it across my forehead, saying, "I'm getting a hard-on from doing this, which is why I'm still doing it," and he pushes his cock in my hair, adding, "And, may I tell you, you have a damn pretty face, too. It's great having a girl, er, boyfriend as good looking as you." I mutter, "Thanks, Ray," not really paying much attention to his ramblings. I can feel his cock getting harder, which reminds me of the time Robby tied me up and put a gag over my mouth. He got a hard-on by wiping his cock on my buttocks. Skin against skin is sexy. He says, "Ya wanna start licking my balls now, Dylan?" I blink my eyes realizing Ray's been getting me in a trance like Ryan could do routinely without even trying. Ray's not trying to get me in a trance-like frame of mind, he isn't aware I get into trances. Ryan was of course, because he used to get in them too, when he was being submissive to those sickos who dominating him in the past. With Ray rubbing his cock in my hair, I lick his sweaty nuts which is obviously a submissive thing to do, so I really get into it. His pubic hairs are damp with sweat, which shouldn't surprise anyone since he just finished a full court basketball game. My nose rubs in his pubic hair as I'm lapping his nuts. I lift his scrotum and lick his ass crack a few times. Ray's clean down here like Robby was last night, and guys doing the rimming appreciate the consideration of our sex partner's keeping their ass clean. Maybe I can't include all the gay guys who rim because there may be a few who have a poop fetish. Something called Rule 36 says there's a fetish for everything. How they know that, I couldn't tell ya. When I lick just his rosebud anus repeatedly I hear Ray groan and move his feet, then I feel a plop of his precum on top of my head. Ray mutters, "Oops," then smears it around with his now hard cock. My cock is getting quite hard, too. It's uncomfortable bending my neck back to rim Ray so I go back to sucking on his nuts and he moves his boner down my face, streaking it with precum, and then pushing it at the side of my mouth. I take his boner from him and put it in my mouth as another bubble of precum drools on my tongue. The head of his cock is fairly large but I can still feel it enlarging as I suck it. Ray's making his, "Ssssss," sound now so he's going to be pushing this big mushroom head up my ass any minute now. And, right on schedule a long, "Sssssssssssss, aaaah," from Ray, then, "Okay, Dylan, stand up now. I want to try something I did with Elliot once last year." He occasionally talks vaguely about him and Elliot and I've always been pretty sure Ray was doing the fucking, and now he just confirmed it. There was a small chance that maybe since it was his older brother, or more likely his half-brother, Elliot might be doing the fucking, but that doesn't appear to be the case with those two. Ray's consistent, fer sure. I get on my feet and he turns me around with a hand on each of my shoulders. I like being fucked standing up; it's a different feel, a very sexy way to fuck actually. Ray's face is a little flush as he's asking, "Is this what you've been hoping for?" My cock is hard up against my belly as I grunt, "Yes, Ray, it is. You fuck me awesomely." His mushroom-headed cock is at my anus as he mutters, "Lets see how you like it this way. Elliot sure did, that's for damn sure." He presses the cock head against my asshole and I feel the lips spreading slowly. It gets to hurting and I grunt, "Ow, that hurts, Ray." He says, "Sorry, but it's your job to accept it and give pleasure to your man." Oh great, he's back with that 'my man' shit. I mutter, "I know, I know," and then my anus spreads further and the mushroom is inside my ass. "Ooooh, mmmmm," Ray moans, "Feels damn good in there, Dylan. I'm psyched so I'm gonna fuck you good tonight," and he wraps his arm around me and grips the wrist of his left arm with his other hand and slowly pushes that enormous mushroom head up my ass while holding me tightly against his chest. Oh god, do I feel filled up back there with Ray's big cock. The side of his forehead is against the side of my head as his cock goes inside me plowing a wide channel up my rectum. I can visualize my rectum wall expanding for the large head and then receding around the smaller shaft of his cock. It hurts going in the first time, but this will make it easier to take Ryan's big cock in the future. Unlike with Robby, I do think about other fucks when Ray's fucking me. When I'm with Robby I only think about him. Ray's pubic hairs flatten against my buttocks, and he mutters, "This feels awesome on my cock, better than in Maryanne's pussy. I'll probably be doing you this way frequently. Do I have enough cock to suit you, baby?" I grunt, "Hell yeah," and he gives the side of my head a kiss, then asks, "What kind of bath gel do you use, Dylan? You always smell so damn good." I tell him, "Different ones, but mostly men's Dove soap bars." He asks, "Is your ass feeling okay now, baby?" Being called baby doesn't sound much better coming from Ray than it did coming from Willie, but it always sounds sweet coming from Robby. I say, "It's feeling real good now, Ray. Thanks for letting my ass get used to your huge cock." He wants to know, "Have you ever had a bigger cock fuck you?" I say, "No way, Ray, yours is the biggest." That's what he wants to hear and it might even be the truth, although I didn't give it much thought. He slowly pulls his boner back until the widest part of the mushroom head is distending my anus lips feeling so freakin' sexy. Then the smoother ride back up and an immediate pull all the way back, and I go, "Mmmmm, that feels good, Ray." He starts fucking me steadily now and I'm soon writhing in his arms, moaning and making the typical ass of myself I usually do, but the sensations are exploding in my rectum and my cock is tightening more and beginning to lift away from my belly on its way to sticking straight out from me. Ray's grunting with each hard drive up my ass slamming his crotch into my buttocks making the, "Slap, slap, slap," sound of skin against skin, but it seems quieter than usual because we're outside. It's like a smooth piston pumping inside of me. His hips rhythmically thrusts that monstrous boner up my ass and then immediately withdraws has my shoulders shuddering and the back of my head bouncing off Ray's shoulder. My cock's vibrating and tingling with hundreds of sensors and that combined with awesome sexual sensations in my rectum are close to torturing me with too much pleasure as I continually writhe in his arm in a fog of his unique BO scent. My balls are hard as ball bearings at the top of my scrotum when Ray yells, Aaaaah," and a flood of cum invades my ass drooling out past the shaft of his boner. My feet come off the ground as Ray arches his back groaning, and more cum from his balls gets pumped up my ass, and then I squeal at the sexual thrill of orgasm as cum flies from my cock forming a high arc because, with Ray bending over backward like this, it's like I'm firing my cum up in the air. My body is shaking so much as I squeal again with another arc of cum, Ray puts me down and goes back to pumping his cock up my ass in his own spunk that feels creamy in my rectum. "Aaaah," from me with more shoulder shudders as three short spurts of my cum leave home forever. My first long string of cum hit the passenger door of Ray's car and I watch it in a daze of sexual pleasure as it drools down the side. Ray's done for now and he pulls out, breathing hard, "You got a bucket of spunk in your ass, baby, a goddamn bucket of it. Wow, did I have an awesome orgasm. It's never this hot with Maryanne, but that's got something to do with her not appreciating my cock as much as you do. Ya wanna suck it for me, baby?" as he rubs my head affectionately. I shrug, but go down on my knees and suck his messy cock. It's covered with cum, which I suck off and then lick his nuts again, lift them and lick his ass. Then suck his balls into my mouth one at a time as he rubs my shoulders and moans quietly. He gets another boner, muttering, "Why don't you get on your hands and knees on that blanket and I'll fuck you some more." I'm up for that so I comply and Ray slides his big cock back up my ass again. My ass is still wide open, and even though his mushroom head hasn't reached the size it was during the first fuck, it's pretty big just the same. Ray gets into it good fucking me doggy style for a long time, then wants me to stand up. As I stand his boner pulls all the way out of me. When I'm on my feet, he lines it up and his cock goes back up my ass, then he really plows my ass with both of us feeling a second climax coming on. Ray's apparently determined to bring his on and my ass takes a beating, but it feels so sexy being fucked this hard and this long. My second climax gets me making a shrill squeal as three little spurts of cum shoot out feeling like a lot more. My shoulders are shuddering again, and, God, I love a second climax! Ray grunts and makes breathy noises as he cums again, clutching around my waist with the side of his face pressed against my shoulder. It almost sounded like a whine from Ray when I feel the extra wetness in my ass. He stays inside me, holding me and trembling a little for a few seconds before letting out a long breath, saying, "Holy shit, two orgasms in a half hour." When he pulls out I notice the hurt, and like the last time Ray fucked me this much, I'm walking bowlegged with my ass pushed out because that relieves some of the hurt inside me. What a weird feeling to be hurting inside my rectum. I ask, "Is your cock sore, Ray?" He laughs, "You're damn right it is, but I gotta take care of my boyfriend, don't I?" He's in a good mood feeling like a stud fucking two orgasms out of his boyfriend in a half hour, and I guess he is too. I don't remember ever having two orgasms that quickly. Of course it helps that I had zero sex yesterday and Ray probably hasn't fucked since the last time he did me. Ray pulls up his pants, then puts the blanket in the back seat, saying, "Don't get dressed, baby, I'm feeling like a make-out with my boyfriend. Get in the back seat with your man." When I'm in the car, Ray gets in and closes the door. Then says, "First clean my cock, but do it gently, it's sore." I get between his legs kneeling on the floor and suck his cock for a few minutes. When he says, "That's enough, it's starting to hurt." I get up on the seat, sitting on the blanket, and Ray feels my body all over, saying, "I'm really getting attached to this body of yours. It's not especially muscular, but I don't know, it's like one of those Greek statues. The Greeks' statues of males were often nude. The Greeks were always nude during athletic events, and the Olympics, too. That must have been cool, ya know? They had parties in the nude too, drinking wine and carousing. I've read a number of books on the Greeks because they're fascinating. Antiquity's fascinating in general. Anyway, your body is perfectly proportioned and it's maybe the best body I've ever seen, and I'm fucking this body, ain't I?" I go, "You sure are, Ray, you got me walking bowlegged again." He chuckles, "I can't stop. You've got a magic ass. It feels like your rectum is squeezing my boner, it's awesome." He pulls my head to his and we kiss and I feel his whiskers and notice his scent. I was getting so used to his BO I didn't notice it much during the second fuck, not until thinking about it just now. His arms are around me and we get into a great make-out. It's funny Ray's so into making out with me now when two weeks ago, he wouldn't even kiss a boy on the cheek, never mind get into a full blown make-out. My cock gets firm, but it doesn't reach boner status. Ray's doesn't either, but he keeps the make-out going for a long time as he constantly rubs the palms of his hands over as much of my body as he can reach. I'm totally comfortable being naked even though Ray has his clothes on, and I love making-out, so this is great. Of course I'd prefer doing this with Robby or Ryan, but Ray's damn good at it, too. He finally has had his fill of me and grins, asking, "Did I give you enough of everything you like tonight, baby?" I go, "I'll say, Ray, it was great." He gives my ass a smack as I'm getting out of the back seat. When I'm dressed and Ray in the driver's seat, he says, "Send a text to Bean that we won't make it to Al's tonight." I say, "Sure thing, Ray. Um, should I tell them why we can't make it?" He laughs, "Yeah, okay. You want them to know I've been pleasuring you all this time, don't you?" I say, "Nooo! That's not it. I just meant it's a little abrupt saying, 'We're not coming,' without some reason." He says, "They don't need a reason, but if you want to give them one go ahead." I text, 'Sorry guys, but Ray wants me to tell you we can't make it to Al's tonight. We got mixed up with something and the time got away from us. Dylan' Ray drops me off without a goodnight kiss. We do the posse's fist bump routine instead. He pulls away in his car and I'm going up the steps with soreness in my ass, but sexually satisfied. It's a different kind of satisfied than I feel after sex with Robby or Ryan. The sex is different, too. Sex is hot with almost anyone you like who knows what they're doing, but without love involved it's just a different thing all together. Ray's taking partial care of my sex drive, but only partially. Robby's always wonderful and consistent, but I'm missing Ryan. Seth and Ray combined can't come close to what Ryan does for me. I mean, I'm glad I have Seth and Ray, plus Robby's always my touchstone where sex and love are concerned, he's awesome, but for the rest, it's just not as good as it was with Ryan. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please Consider a tax deductible donation of any size to nonprofit Nifty to help offset expensive of this free story site. Thank you!