Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 14:28:35 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 34 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO/2 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 34 by Donny Mumford My sore ass is sticking out as I go up the concrete steps to my condo, taking each step bowlegged. Ray just dropped me off after our so-called non-date, which is how Ray thinks of it; first the basketball game, then sex. He really fucked my ass hard and long this time, not that I'm complaining. He fucked two orgasms out of both of us within a half-hour. I think that's a first for me in that short of time, and he claims it's definitely a first for him. Hopefully I'll be able to walk normally tomorrow at work, but for now I need to do it bowlegged to reduce the soreness inside me. Not only did Ray fuck me into this bowlegged way of walking, we also had an intense make-out afterwards. It's interesting that we're getting sexually turned-on from making-out because I never expected to find myself attracted to Ray emotionally, as initially, it was strictly for the sex. Ray has always said I had a 'thing' for him, meaning I've always thought he was hot and I wanted him to fuck me. With Ray you never know how his brain is functioning, but I'm beginning to think he might be right in this case. I guess I have always thought of him as sexy and maybe I did have a secret desire for him to fuck me, although I sure made it hard for him to do it until the last couple of weeks. Okay, the sex and making-out is getting steamy hot and sexy, but there's no love involved that I know of, and that's both a good thing and a bad thing. It's good because I'm already in love with Robby and Ryan, and bad because some pizzazz, some pop, is missing in sex without love. For now though it's helpful that Ray's satisfying some of my sexual needs, although I still look forward to Ryan taking over as soon as he can. He's still stuck in Georgia claiming to be lonely and missing our sex together as much as I am. Hopefully he won't resort to being a sex toy for some dominant asshole 'top' like he was before meeting Robby. Oh yes, Robby... it's so wonderful having Robby as a constant in my life; our love for each other is stronger and more important to me then ever before. Sex on the side for me is a mere hobby compared to how I feel about Robby. In my bathroom I drop my clothes on the floor and take a long shower. I'm concentrating on shampooing Ray's precum out of my hair and scrubbing his cum off my ass and the back of my legs. Then scrubbing my biceps that smell like Ray's BO from when he was fucking me with his arms around me and holding my back tightly to his chest and driving his major-league cock up my ass. He's a strong kid, fer sure! Tomorrow is Thursday, which is the last work day this week for us as we have Friday off to celebrate the fourth of July holiday. A short week, but we'll need to work late a few days next week catching up on the jobs we would normally do Friday. And oh yeah, I almost forgot... tomorrow after work Seth and me have our second date. My ass better heal fast because I know Seth's looking forward to fucking me again. He's very cute, but he's had little luck when it comes to sex. That's surprising, but true, and it's due mostly to the fact there were no kids his age involved in his daily activities since dropping out of high school three years ago. All the workers at the masonry company he worked for were older men, so the only sex Seth has had for a few years now was with strangers, probably in public lavatories, although he's never specifically said that. Strangely, there wasn't much heat for me from the sex with Seth, which is another surprise. He has sexy whiskers, although he shaves them except for a small patch at the end of his chin. I'm going to subtly suggest he try the two-day growth look, meaning he grows out his whiskers a little and maintains it that way. A lot of men seem to be rocking that look lately. It's a fashion statement I guess, but my interest is seeing if I get a little heat from having sex with him when he has whiskers. Lee's and Ray's whiskers sorta turn me on, which is a recent phenomenon for me as I used to dread the thought of whiskers. I've never had sex with Lee, but I'm thinking it might be hot if I ever do take him up on his offers to plow my rear end, as he puts it. And I'm thinking, how 'bout that kid, Sonny! Jeez, that kid's got some balls on him. He actually got on my lap in front of Mark and his own brother grinding himself into me, giving me a boner. Well, we were in the back seat and Devon was embarrassed enough to yell at Sonny to stop bothering me. It was kind of embarrassing to me too. Wait a minute... I thought Jameson was Sonny's brother. What the fuck? Hmmm, I'll have to check that out, maybe I got it wrong. My ass doesn't hurt much after healing overnight, so that's a blessing. My ass didn't hurt me the day after Ray fucked me into walking bowlegged last time either. After my morning ritual in the bathroom, I get dressed and make a cup of coffee in the Keurig machine and drink it on the balcony smoking a cigarette, thinking about how hanging with Ray and the posse is cutting down on my smoking. Then Chubby comes in carrying our lunch, he waves at me and then makes a mug of coffee for himself and joins me on the balcony. We say 'good morning' with a hug, and I sneak a kiss on his cheek like I usually do. Chubby asks, "What'd ya do last night, bro?" and I mutter, "Oh, I watched Ray's basketball game with my new friends, and messed around with Ray afterwards. What'd you do?" He blows smoke out, saying "Worked until eight o'clock and then watched a Red Sox game on TV with a couple of the guys that MJ's girlfriends date. Kinda boring actually. What's it like hanging out with Ray's so-called posse?" I go, "It's kind of fun, to be honest with you. They're mostly regular guys who are into regular stuff: dating, sports, and hanging out, like most kids do. I like them, and surprisingly they don't seem any more childish than you or me, or the college kids at Merrimack." I try flicking my cigarette butt off the balcony, but instead it goes into the flower pot of pansies mom has on the balcony. Chubby grins at that, saying, "Yeah, I guess there's no real reason those kids should be different from most, except Ray's their leader. I always assumed they'd all be as big a flake as Ray is." I tell him, "You'd be surprised at the number of kids who don't think Ray's a flake. Like his teammates on the summer league basketball team, or the guys Ray and the boys play softball with almost every Sunday, and his posse and their families. Others too for all I know. He has an unusual personality, but aside from that he's basically a good student in school, a pretty good athlete, and not a bad guy generally speaking once you get to know him." Chubby shrugs, "He's always seemed like a flake to me. Are you having sex with him?" I go, "That's too personal a question," and Chubby mutters, "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Hey, it's your life, Dylan, and if you're happy, then I'm happy for you. You can't do anything wrong in my eyes, bro." I say, "Thanks, Chubby. I feel the same way about you. Hey, do you want to join us for a softball game some Sunday?" He shrugs again, saying, "I like softball, so maybe I will. It'll be surprising as hell if I find I've been wrong about Ray all these years though." I mutter, "You probably won't change your mind totally, but you'll see the other guys are quite normal, except they all look up to Ray because that's how it's been since they were little kids." Changing the subject, Chubby points to the lunch bag on the kitchen table, saying, "Turkey sandwiches with lettuce and lots of mayo, two each, I bought the vanilla cupcakes we like, three each, kosher dill spears, and sixteen ounce bottles of Snapple peach iced tea." I go, "You always make the best lunches, Chubby." He's like, "I'm just trying to impress my big brother." Finished with our coffees, we head out to work. We get there and discover we're doing big lawns today so both mowers are on the truck which means Seth and me can't see Homer and Chubby on the other side of the truck bed, and more importantly, they can't see us. Seth's looking cute as hell this morning with his new short, pale blond haircut. So, when we're flying noisily down the highway to the first job site, I cup his ear and yell, "You look so cute with that haircut. Are you used to it yet?" and then I stick my tongue in his ear. He laughs, then cups my ear yelling, "Yeah, I'm already used to the haircut. It doesn't look as short as it did at first," and his tongue goes in my ear. I go to cup his ear again, but instead get my arm around his neck pulling his head over and put my nose against the side of his forehead inhaling his sexy aroma. Damn, he smells almost as good as Ryan. Then I give the side of his forehead a long kiss just because I feel like it. His arm goes around my neck now and our lips come together for a deep kiss that raises boners on both of us. I don't know what's gotten into me this morning. After the kiss Seth yells in my ear that he's got the hardest boner ever. I yell back into his ear, "You should save it for after work today; it might come in handy." Our boners go down before we arrive at the first job site, and as we're getting weed whackers out of their secure place on the truck, I say to Seth, "You know what I think would be sexy on you?" He asks, "What?" and I say, "Let your beard grow out for maybe two days, and then keep it that length with a beard trimmer, that's what." I wasn't actually all that subtle, but what the hell. He stops and looks at me, asking, "Really? You think that's sexy?" I go, "Lets try it and see." He's like, "Sure, for you I'd grow a fu manchu or anything else you wanted." I go, "Forget the fu manchu thing, but try the whiskers thing as a favor to me." He nods and that's that. Like I said, I wasn't very subtle, but it worked. Damn, this will be a cool experiment. Today proves to be a little grueling work-wise, but even so Homer's smiling more lately and he's been more chatty this week, so maybe he isn't going to quit after all. At lunch, Homer says to Chubby, "Aren't you going to do the question and advice thing with Lee?" Lee says, "Jeffrey and me were goofing around with something while trimming the hedges." We all have our lunches and we're sitting on a stone wall at a park eating them. Lee says, "Jeffrey, I've been a lot of places, but I've never been in 'cahoots', have you?" Chubby says, "Hmm, no I haven't, but I understand you can't go there alone. What state is cahoots in anyway?" We groan and Chubby asks Lee, "Have you ever been in 'incognito', by any chance? You probably wouldn't be recognized if you were." Lee chuckles and takes a second to think of another one. Then asks Chubby, "Have you been in 'flexible', Jeffry? I think it's in Cambridge." Chubby says, "Yeah, I've been there, but very rarely. I've been in 'doubt' occasionally too. How 'bout you Billy Lee?" and they work that bit, but like Homer, I prefer the question and answers with offbeat sexual overtones and 'F' bombs liberally thrown in. It's fun working with these guys, and there's been absolutely no tension in our crew since Derek got fired. We work the afternoon lawns in very hot weather, drinking large amounts of water to keep hydrated, and we're all sweaty riding back to the shop after finishing for the day; we're sweaty and a little worn out too. In the parking lot we unload, clean, and put away the equipment and tools, then wash the truck, which we usually do on Fridays. It's almost five o'clock when we're done. Robby calls us together and passes out pay checks for last week, then says, "Super job today, guys. It's important that we got those big properties done today because next week we have our regular schedule plus all of Friday's smaller lawns to do. The barbecue at my house tomorrow starts around noon. I hope you can all make it. At night we can see the fireworks on the common from our back yard, so stay for that if you'd like. It's a pleasure working with you guys, but we need to say goodbye to Homer. He's accepted a job at, um, is it Friendly's, Homer?" Homer says, "It's the Pancake House, actually. Ah, I liked working with you guys, but I'm better at working in air conditioning." We all pat his back and wish him well, but he's actually not much of a loss as far as being a worker goes. Not that he didn't try, it was simply too hard for him as everything we use on the job is too heavy for Homer. So, Chubby was right, Homer quit. The crew drifts away as Robby puts his arm across my shoulders, and asks, "Do you want to get together tonight? I know I told you I had to work, but as it turns out I just have to rent some portable tables and chairs from Taylor Rental for tomorrow's cookout." I need to think quickly because Robby doesn't know about Seth and me, "Um, yeah, but Seth and me, and maybe Chubby are thinking about doing some candlepin bowling. Do you want to come?" He says, "Sure, if you can wait until say eight o'clock. I'll be done by then." So there's a change in plans, but I'm flexible. Seth and me will still have time for some sexiness, and then we'll go bowling afterwards. Inside the locker room, I ask Chubby, "You want to do some candlepin bowling tonight?" He asks, "What time? I need to finish something for Mr. Foster first." I'm changing out of my sweaty tee-shirt, mumbling, "Around eight o'clock with Robby and Seth." Lee asks, "Can I join you guys?" I say, "Sure thing, Lee," and Chubby's like, "I'll be done before seven, Dylan, can we eat dinner about seven-fifteen tonight?" I go, "That's perfect. Oh, and Seth's eating with us again." I see Lee look over smirking at me, but I'm not sure what that means, and Seth's understandably confused because I haven't mentioned bowling to him yet. I ask him, "You're okay with the bowling later tonight, right Seth?" Seth's no dummy and he picks up on my 'later tonight' remark, meaning he and I have plenty of time for some sexy play. He says, "Yeah, sure, but I suck at bowling." I say, "If you suck, you'll fit right in," and finish changing into my street clothes. Chubby's going directly to MJ's to work for her father so he cleans up the best he can in the lavatory. Then, just before I leave with Seth, Chubby asks, "Did Robby mention to you about our moms being invited to the barbecue tomorrow?" I say, "Yeah, I texted mom and she's looking forward to it." The moms used to come to the Wednesday cookouts the summer I worked for the Dickers', so they became friends with Robby's parents. A Dickers' cookout is always a good time, although without Dodger in the mix it'll probably seem tame. On the ride to my place, with Seth driving, he asks, "When did the bowling thing come up?" I explain the situation, how I couldn't turn down my boyfriend. Seth goes, "Man, I like Rob, and feel kinda bad about, you know, doing this stuff, since you are his boyfriend and all. Plus, I need this job; I don't want to get fired if he finds out about us." I go, "Yeah, good point. Okay, let's not do anything sexy today and maybe I'll say something to Robby about me considering the possibility of feeling you out about sex. You know, like we haven't done anything yet and I haven't explored the idea with you at all. That's basically what he did with his sex buddy, Travis. He told me he was kinda thinking about it." Seth chuckles, then goes, "You two have the most convoluted, um, arrangement I've ever heard of. But, yeah, that's a good idea. What'll we do today?" I say, "Hang out like friends. What else?" After cleaning up at my place we go to the mall and check out the scene there, running into a kid Seth knows from his old neighborhood. His neighbor is an African-American kid with the unlikely name of Delonte Christmas. He's about six feet tall, nice looking, and skinny. Delonte's a cool, high-energy kid who talks fast and funny. He and Seth reminisce about times they had together before Seth moved out of his house, and it almost sounds to me like they might have messed around a little, exploring their sexuality as younger teens, but I don't pry into that interesting possibility. I wouldn't mind messing' around with Delonte myself. Then Delonte's girlfriend shows up so maybe I was wrong about Seth and him messing around. And, maybe I have sex on my mind too much. Seth and I goof around a little with them for awhile, and then Delonte and his girlfriend left for Bertucci's to eat dinner. Seth and I leave the mall and head for Stop and Shop where I buy a whole chicken, bliss potatoes, French's chicken gravy mix, and ears of early corn on the cob. That'll be our dinner tonight. Back at the condo I put the grocery bag on the kitchen table, then Seth and I somehow get into a bit of a make-out that gets pretty intense. He's hotter sexually to me today then he was the other time we messed around together. When our lips part, Seth, breathing deeply, says, "Just one more time, Dylan. Okay?" I nod and he pulls my pants down to my knees, then his pants drop to his ankles... so much for good intentions. Seth's already got a hard boner from our make-out and mine's getting there quickly. His cheeks are puffed out and he's snorting short breaths through closed lips with his hips subtly humping as we look into each other's eyes. Then he grins and mutters, "It's crazy how horny I am for you, Dylan." I nod again and turn around. Seth puts his cock right at my asshole, his arms go around my waist putting pressure on my anus with his boner. I feel the little puffs of air blowing from his mouth onto the back of my neck as the wet head of his cock slowly spreads the lips of my asshole, and then it slides inside me. I'm holding my breath to keep from moaning. Seth goes, "Ooooh, God... mmmm, that feels so fucking good." He takes his arms from around my waist and uses both hands to squeeze my butt cheeks, squeezing them together to increase the sensation on his cock's head. His forehead rests on the back of my shoulder, as a low moan escapes his throat, "Oooooh, mmmm," as he slowly pushes his boner up my ass. When Seth's boner is all the way inside me I finally lets out a low, "Ooooooh, ummm, that's a nice feeling," Seth let's go of my ass cheeks and gets both his arms around me just above my hard cock and squeezes me back against him compressing my buttocks against his crotch and his boner slides up my rectum another three-quarters of an inch as we both gasp, "Aaaaahh, oooh." Seth's face is against the back of my head now, his breath moist as he pants, highly aroused. Loosening his hold around me he withdraws his cock and then slides it back in and again squeezes me back against him and it's really hot and sexy the way he's doing it. He repeats the thrust followed by squeezing me back against him a dozen times. The side of his face is against my ear now with quiet grunts of pleasure from both of us each time he does the tight squeeze around my waist. My cock is very hard and dripping precum as I move my head back to slide my ear against his cheek. It feels like fine sandpaper as his whiskers are just beginning to grow back after Seth shaved this morning. Seth's doing this fairly slow fuck, savoring the sensations on his cock as his balls flop against my buttocks each time he does the hard squeeze at the end of each penetration. His scent is very noticeable and his body feels extremely sexy against mine. Seth's arms are muscular from working with stones and bricks for the better part of three years; his biceps bulge during the squeeze and I've become docile in his strong arms. It's all very sexually arousing to me. He fucks me slowly like this for three or four minutes, but once the urge to cum gets stronger on him he picks up the speed of penetration and we're moaning louder with every thrust and withdrawal. I'm laying back against him rubbing my ear and a little of my cheek against the side of his face; his fine sandpaper-whiskers seeming very sexy to me. Soon, Seth becomes desperate, making almost whining sounds as his orgasm builds. His hard cock slides easily up my rectum as he fucks me faster and faster and it's a race to see who cums first. My rectum's alive with awesome sensations as the anus lips of my asshole grips his fast moving boner. I'm right on the brink of it, and then it's totally on me and sexual sensations swarm through my brain with my nuts pulsing, and I squeal, "Eeeeeeee, aaaaah," as cum pumps from my boner in a big arc before splashing onto the kitchen's tile floor spraying the bottom of the refrigerator door. I'm squirming in his arms, moaning, "Uhn, uhn, uhn, aaah," as four fast flying strings of cum streak from my cock; the back of my head back tight against his shoulder. I get my hand around my sensitive organ and stroke it fast, very tightly, with drools of cum running down my fist. Seth puts his lips on the side of my face and blows a saliva-laden exhale as his hips slam into me. He holds his crotch against my bare ass with cum pouring into my bowels, a lot of it. Then more desperate thrusting from Seth, and more wetness inside me. Seth has a good size cock for fucking without pain, while still creating plenty of sexual sensations. I'm limp in his arms as he continues thrusting, but then he slows down and finally stops with his lips still against my cheek near my ear. "Oooooh my God," moans Seth, "Oh man, oooh, that was spectacular for me, Dylan, and I hope it was good for you, too," and he gives me a long kiss on my cheek, hugging me again, and then rubs his nose on the side of my head inhaling noisily. "You smell awesome, Dylan, oh my God, that sex was how I dreamed and fantasized sex would be. It was perfect, and so are you," and another kiss from him. I'm still enjoying the after effects of my climax, almost depending on Seth's arms to keep me from falling. I manage to say, "It was fantastic for me too, Seth. Really nice sex, and your cock is a winner." He mutters, "Thanks, but it's your ass that's a winner." He lets go of me and backs up, pulling his cock out as I do a quiet, "Mmmm." Seth wipes my ass with his hand, "You're drooling cum, Dylan. I'll get a paper towel." I say, "Let's go in my bathroom and clean up." We do that and then I put some Kleenex in my jockey shorts to absorb the drippings before pulling my pants and underwear up. The trick will be to remember to take the tissues out when I stop leaking, and do it before Robby and I get sexy together after bowling. That's what Robby meant when he asks if I want to get together tonight; sex between us goes without saying. Back in the kitchen I clean the cum off the tile floor and then the cum spray from my first big shot of cum that reached the bottom of the refrigerator door. Seth's looking really pleased and happy. I'm happy for him and I feel pretty good myself, although I need to decide how to handle this as far as Robby goes. We put the groceries away and then have a smoke on the balcony. Seth accepts a cigarette, saying, "I'm doing good about not buying cigarettes. Now all I've got to do is stop bumming them off of you." I go, "Don't give it a thought, Seth. If you feel bad though, buy me a pack after you've had twenty of mine. Not for my sake, but for yours." He goes, "Awesome idea. That way I won't feel like such a mooch, and I'll be cutting down drastically on my smoking at the same time." I mutter, "There ya go. It's not like I smoke a bunch of these things myself, I have less than ten cigarettes a day and I've promised myself I'll stop altogether when I graduate college." He says, "Good plan. Hey, did I mention to you I started my college degree online? It'll take a lot of time, but it's something I'm determined to do." I say, "That's awesome, Seth!" Yep, I gotta admire him. He's a real self starter, but I wonder how much he's motivated to get a college degree so he can throw it in his father's face, like; 'See I don't need your help. I can do it myself'. My cell phone buzzes and the caller ID indicates it's Manny. I say, "Hi, mister brainiac, whassup?" He goes, "Hey, hi, Dylan. Nothing's up, but I wondered if you wanna hangout or something with Bean and me?" I go, "I'm going candlepin bowling tonight with a few friends, Manny." He says, "Cool, can we come? I've got my dad's car tonight." Hmmm, I never thought of mixing the posse with my other friends. It'd be awkward as hell telling Manny no, so I say, "Of course you can come. We're going to the Framingham lanes. Do you want to meet us there or come over here?" He says, "Bean and me will meet you there." I go, "Cool, say hi to Bean for me. I'll see you around eight o'clock." He's like, "Good deal, Dylan. See you there." We end the call with me feeling good about Manny and Bean wanting me to hang out with them. Seth asks, "Who's Manny and Bean?" I explain, telling him they're a couple of eighteen year old kids I do stuff with once in awhile, saying, "They're good kids, but maybe a little immature at times." I felt I had to add that 'immature' qualifier, although Seth just shrugs like it's no big deal; eighteen or nineteen years old, what the difference? Yeah, why am I making such a big deal out of the age discrepancy myself? Of course, if Ray was coming too, that might be awkward. You know, three current sex partners of mine bowling together might. That might be a bit much.Oh yeah, I can ask Manny about who Sonny's brother is. That's got me a little mixed-up, unless somebody's pulling my chain. Also, tonight might be a good time to ask Robby to play in the softball game Sunday. Maybe it'll help when he sees Manny and Bean are just regular guys. Inside, I peel the potatoes and get them in boiling water, when they're soft I'll make mashed potatoes with them. Then I cut up the chicken explaining each step to Seth like I'm a chef on the food network. Seth husks the corn as I make the gravy with the dry French's gravy mix. It's not ideal using a gravy mix, but it's necessary when grilling chicken because you can't use pan drippings like you can when you cook the chicken in the oven. I use the mix plus Country Inn low-sodium chicken stock, instead of water. Chubby comes in as I'm lighting the grille. He goes, "Hi, guys! Seth, you're looking good with that flattop, dude." They bump fist and Chubby squeezes my hand, asking, "How's my big brother doing?" I go, "Awesome, how 'bout you?" Chubby's usually in a good mood, and always on Fridays with two pay checks in his pocket; one from Dickers Landscaping and one from his part-time job. Also, we both got the okay for our sophomore college loans, so that's taken care of for another year. We're going deeper in debt, but that's the way it works for guys like us. Robby, on the other hand, has his parents paying for his college education so no debt for him. The dinner turns out to be awesome and between the three of us we eat the entire chicken except for the back, neck and that plastic bag full of innards that I've never once in my life opened; it goes right in the trash can first thing. Seth's full of smiles after our extemporaneous sex, which somehow was hotter because we didn't expect to do it. Sex with Seth is very different than sex with Ray, although both are basically buddy fucks without love involved. I guess I have to admit Ray's big mushroom-headed cock makes his sex hotter, but it's sweeter with Seth because he's a sweeter guy than Ray. Ray's got all that 'my man' bullshit. Not that I don't like both of them. Neither can compare with Ryan of course, and sex with Robby is my favorite except maybe for the rare times I do it with Chubby. Chubby's in a class by himself. We take the Jeep and drive over to get Robby and Lee before driving to the Framingham lanes. I'm in the shotgun seat with Chubby driving. I mutter, "Um, a couple guys I hang-out with once in awhile are bowling with us." Chubby asks, "Guys from Ray's so-called posse?" I say, "Yeah, they're good guys, and we can have teams." Robby mutters, "Oh, that's great," and I'm like, "Don't judge them before you know them, Robby." He unconvincingly says, "No problem, Dylan, I'm good with it." Hmmm, maybe this wouldn't be a good time to ask Robby to join us Sunday for the softball game after all. It's for a case of beer though, so that will probably be something Robby's interested in, but still I don't know which way it'll go. In the end Robby will probably do it as a favor to me. At the bowling alley we find Bean and Manny, plus Dawg, already in their bowling shoes and they're ready for some bowling. Big smiles from all three of them as we do the fist bump and hug, then I introduce everyone to each other. Everything's cool so far. Chubby rubs Bean's and Manny's heads, saying, "Dudes, I believe I'm related to your barber. I recognize these haircuts." Bean says, "Yep, Dylan's an awesome barber. All the guys go to him for haircuts now," and that reminds me I am supposed to call Mark to accept his apology and offer him a haircut. I'm pissed at myself for not doing that because, for some reason, I don't want to let Ray down. I get my shoes from the guy behind the counter, giving him my sneakers, as Chubby's saying, "This is my favorite part of bowling. Ya get to wear bowling shoes that five hundred other guys have worn before you. He smells his before putting them on. It's his foot fetish thing. I laugh, and as Chubby's organizing us guys into two teams, I go into the lavatory to first take the tissues out of my jockey shorts, then call Mark on my cell phone. He answers, "Yo, Dylan, wassup?" I go, "Um, I should have accepted your offered apology last night on the way to the basketball game and I'm sorry that I didn't. If you're still offering it, I accept." He says, "Ray told you to call me and make up, didn't he?" Mark's got to throw that in my face, he couldn't let it go. I say, "Yeah, he did, Mark, but I wanted to anyway." He goes, "Okay, we'll accept each other's apologies. What else ya got?" I say, "Well, as a member of the posse, any time you want a haircut I, um, I'll be more than glad to do it for you." He's like, "Huh, Ray straightened you out good about how we do things, I see. It's good to know he's even-handed even where his gay boyfriend is concerned. Well okay then, how about Saturday morning?" I say, "Sure, I'll see you then, Mark." He's gloating a little, "How's it feel eating humble pie, Dylan?" I ask, "Whadda ya mean, humble pie?" He says, "You know, finding out you're just one of Ray's posse, and nothing special. You do what you're told like everybody else. Ray's fucking your brains out, but that doesn't mean you get special treatment. You're still just a rookie posse member." This kid is such a dick! I mumble, "I've never expected special treatment from Ray or anyone else, Mark. I'll see you around noon on Saturday, okay?" He goes, "Yeah, I'll be there." and he hits his 'end' key. What an asshole, but I'm not gonna let it ruin my night. As I walk from the lavatory to the lanes, Chubby yells over to me, "It's you, Lee, Seth, and me against Robby, Bean, the Dawg man, and Manny." Oh great, Robby ends up with all three posse members on his team! I walk over asking, "How'd you determine the teams?" Chubby goes, "The regular way, drawing names out of a hat." I shrug and sneak a glance at Robby, who seems okay with things as he commiserates with his teammates. He just naturally assumes he's the captain and the other guys seem fine with that. The first game's a total romp, meaning Robby, Bean, Dawg, and Manny kicked our asses by eighty pins. Robby sucks at bowling like Chubby, Lee, Seth, and me except his competitiveness makes him try harder while my team more or less goofs around for the fun of it. Manny and Bean are both very good at candlepins, and Dawg's okay, so they must do this regularly. Chubby says, "Okay, you guys squeaked out a victory, but we're coming right back at you; we're gonna be in your face. Get ready to be humiliated, dudes." We all throw a couple of practice balls as Manny's telling us about a kid who he says, 'defenestrated'. Everyone stops in their tracks and looks at Manny. Bean asks, "What language are you speaking in now, Manny?" then turning around and telling the guys, "Manny speaks three languages." Manny laughs, "That was English, Bean. Don't you remember that crazy Bill Barnes throwing little Bobby McGee out the window at school? Broke his arm, I think." Bean's like, "Well yeah, I was standing right next to the window, but what's that got to do with that word you said?" Manny says, "'Defenestrate' means throw a person, or a thing, out a window." Chubby goes, "Get outta here! There's no word for throwing something out a window." I take out my iPhone and Google the word. "How's it spelled, Manny, ya brainiac?" He tells me and sure enough he's right. Everyone looks over my shoulder and sees that Manny's right. Robby high fives Manny, saying, "Way to go teammate!" Robby's team runs away with the second game, too. They're overdoing the high-fiving with each other, but it's great seeing Robby beaming. He's so competitive, but it's working for me in this situation. Robby likes to win so he's enjoying the posse boys. I get Bean aside, saying, "Ask Robby to play softball Sunday. He's on the college baseball team and we wanna win that case of beer." A little later I see Bean lean over and talk to Robby, who's sitting, taking off his bowling shoes. Robby grins and nods his head, then Bean pats Robby on the back. Okay, something went my way for once. It takes longer to play each game when eight guys are involved so that's why we've decided to quit after two games. After exchanging the bowling shoes for our own, the posse boys and I do the fist bump routine and they say their goodbyes to Robby, Lee, and Chubby. Manny and Bean both saying, "See ya Sunday, Rob." We drop Lee off, then Chubby drops off Robby and me at Robby's house, saying, "Have fun, boys," and he drives himself home. Robby and I look at each other for a few seconds. He says, "Guess what?" and I'm like, "What?" He goes, "I'm playing softball with you guys, Sunday. Bean asked me to because he says you guys need a ringer to make sure you win the case of beer." I act surprised, "No shit! That's great, Robby. It'll be fun! Those guys were regular guys tonight, right?" He says, "Yeah, you were right about that. Anytime I can play softball, I'm doing it. Love that game." Man, this worked out great. Robby squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "My parents are in bed so what do you say we mess around in the pool house?" I nod my head fast like Ryan does, a big smile on my face, and walk down to the pool house with Robby's arm across my shoulders and me walking real close to him. Robby unlocks the door and we go in, but he doesn't turn on the lights. Looking out the windows across the side of the pool house, which overlooks the pool, I see the sky is full of stars and we can see each other from the light of the moon. Robby rubs my head, saying, "About time for another haircut, Dylan." I go, "It's only been a couple of weeks, Robby." He pinches the hair near my ears, "This is looking a little shaggy touching your ears, and anyway I like cutting your hair. I missed doing it during our threesome days so tomorrow morning you're getting a haircut." It's so cool that Robby's retained some of his bossiness from those threesome days he mentioned. I mumble, "Okay, Robby, tomorrow morning." Something as minor as Robby telling me when to get a haircut is all it takes to activate my submissive side as I stare into Robby's eyes. He mutters, "Yep, let's say around ten o'clock." Now that that's settled, he goes, "Take off your shirt so we can feel each other's bodies as we make out," and he pulls his Polo shirt over his head. I do the same, dropping my tee-shirt in a chair. Robby wiggles his finger for me to come to him, which I do, and he wraps his arms around my back pulling me tightly against his chest and it's so wonderful feeling his bare chest against mine. My arms go around him and our lips comes together for such a sweet lover's kiss my cock's immediately responding. Robby's hand drops down to squeeze the stiffening organ between my legs. I'm so sexually aroused being with him my body shudders as my lips slide against his cheek, and I moan, "Ooooh, Robby, I love you so much." He fondles my cock getting his lips back on mine and his tongue joins the party. Tongue against tongue is so sexy and from my throat comes an "Mmmmmmm." Then, moving my head to rub foreheads with him, my nose presses against his cheek inhaling his scent, "Mmmmmm." Our lips and tongues rub together and we make-out for awhile with our bodies squirming against one another as Robby continues massaging my cock, and as I groan with pleasure, I buck my hips and a squirt of cum shoots off in my pants. Robby's other hand squeezes past the waistband of my underwear to massage my left butt cheek and then his finger pokes inside me. I moan past his tongue, "Aaaaaah," when his finger goes in, then, Ooooh, mmmm," as he rubs my prostate gland. My arms go around his neck now as my orgasm grows. His scent, the feel of his bare chest and arms, our tongues licking each other, his cock massage and prostate stimulation combine to create incredible sexual arousal in me. My lips slip off Robby's to press against his cheek and I blow out a saliva-ladened breath on his cheeks, squealing, "Ooooh, aaaah!" Then another hump of my hips against his hand as cum's streaming from my cock. A long string of cum and then, "Ummm, ooh, umm, Robbby," as three more spurts splatter my underpants. Robby pulls his finger out of my ass and lets go of my boner, saying, "You're the sexiest boy on earth, Dylan. I almost climaxed getting you to have an orgasm." He steps back picking up a rag from the table and wipes his finger, saying, "Pull your pants down," but I clutch him in my arms instead and kiss his face in a number of places, mumbling , "I love you more than anything." He kisses me back, saying, "I could listen to that all day long, baby," and another kiss, then, "Pull your messy pants down, Dylan." They're messy alright, as my orgasm was a big one, but now the only thing I can hope for is a spurt of a second orgasm from Robby fucking me, or at least a phantom climax that feels almost like a real one. Phantom orgasms happen mostly in your mind and then are transferred to your dick. Pulling my pants down, I get a couple of loud slaps on my ass from Robby, who says, "I'll pull my pants down too so you can do some of that oral sex you're so good at." I get on my knees, then reach behind me and pull my shorts and wet underwear off completely. When Robby's pants are down to his knees, I take his cock in my fingers and stroke it, then put it in my mouth and tongue the head until his penis is firm. Then I lick from his balls to the head of his cock a number of times, and Robby goes, "Pheeeew, oooh." When his cock's a hard boner sticking straight out, I work on his nuts, licking and sucking on them while inhaling his awesome smell. His balls are dripping with my saliva now, so I stroke his cock, looking up at him, saying, "We need to shave our pubes tomorrow too; they're scratchy. Um, am I giving you a haircut too, Robby?" He goes, "No, you're the only one getting a haircut. I'm letting my hair grow out enough for a flattop like you gave Seth, only not that short." Well, that doesn't seem fair: me getting a haircut, but not him. It's not that important though, and I'm getting off on his bossiness, so I just say, "Okay, Rob," and realize I called him Rob. Maybe in honor of Ryan, or maybe it's because Ryan can get bossy about things like my haircut, too. If I want those two to be in charge I gotta expect to do what they say about little matters like my haircut. My mind is back concentrating on sucking his cock, but there's no way I can get his fat four-inch cock any harder than it is now, not outside my ass anyway. Walking on my knees to get behind him, I spread his ass cheeks and do a long lap up his clean ass with my tongue way out. He had a shower after work so there's no acrid shit taste. There will be a little of that when my tongue's inside his asshole, but I don't mind. Licking up the inside of his right butt cheek, then the left brings a moan from Robby. Then I suck on the lips of his anus until I feel his body shudder, and hear Robby go, "Mmmmm, gawd that's a turn-on." Now I get the tip of my tongue past the rosebud lips and work a bit to go in further. A slight hint of an acrid taste, but Robby's so considerate he cleaned inside his ass a little, too. This is so sexy to me, so awesomely submissive, although that unexpected spontaneous climax I had has lessened my normal level of sexual arousal. I don't think Robby planned for me to climax either, it seems we both got so hot for each other while making-out it just happened. Robby's squirming now, then he steps away, going, "Jesus, I almost blew my load on the floor. How 'bout standing up now, Dylan, and bend forward to grab the table. I'm desperate to fuck you now." Bending over with my hands on the edge of the table, I look back at Robby and see he has the red blotch on each of his tanned cheeks that he gets when he's sexually aroused like this. Two more hard slaps on my ass, and that boy has a hell of a swing in his arm, leaving my smacked ass quivering and stinging, covered with goose bumps. I do a quiet, "Ow." He gets closer and lines his cock's wet, dripping head to my anus and slowly applies pressure, then a little more until his cock is past my sphincter muscle and we both go, "Aaaah." He pushes his cock up my ass faster than usual, so he's obviously quite aroused from the make out and oral sex. I'm a little hot from that too, except, like I said, my recent orgasm has reduced some of the heat for me. Even so, Robby's boner in my ass feels awesome. He grips my hips and pushes in the rest of the way leaning against my buttocks with a low, "Mmmmm," from him. He rubs my sides and massages my shoulders, quietly asking, "How's it feel, baby?" Him calling me 'baby' is fairly new, but I like it because from Robby it's a true term of endearment where from Willie or Ray, for example, it's more of a demonstration of their authority, like they're the Alpha dog and I'm their sex object... or something of that nature. They probably don't think of it in those terms exactly, but if I were to mention it to them, they'd probably agree with my conclusion. To Robby's question of 'How's it feel?' I go, "Fantastic as always, Robby." He withdraws his boner until the sensitive lips of my anus are distended, then Robby grabs my hips again to begin fucking me steadily bringing alive all the pleasure spots in my ass. Immediately the tons of nerve endings in my rectum, and my stretched anus, begin sending pleasure signals to my brain. The rectum is a very sensitive erogenous zone and anal intercourse, for those of us who can appreciate it, can't be beat. I'm doing my quiet moans of pleasure right from the start and the pleasure sensations grow and grow the longer Robby fucks me. Even after my earlier orgasm I'm able to spring a nice pulsating boner and my balls are actually trying to manufacture some sperm, although I'm not real hopeful. I look back at Robby who's sucking on his lips making a, "Ump," sound with each thrust up my ass. I love looking at his cute face and I love when he fucks me. His penetrations are slamming into me now as he gets near orgasm, and I'm wishing that the "slap, slap, slap," sounds of his crotch slamming into my ass cheeks could go on for hours. Pleasure in my ass, and from my hard cock, have me squirming and moaning now, my head hanging between my arms as all the sexy things about Robby fucking me brings on the familiar feeling of climax, and just at that moment he's feeling his climax. He goes, "Ummmm," and I feel his stream of cum inside my bowels, then more and it seems warmer inside me for a second, and then the sloppy wetness sensation with Robby driving his boner up my ass as smooth as can be; spunk is an excellent lubricant. It's drooling out onto my buttocks as he continues thrusting. I go, "Ahh, oooh!" as a watery discharge shoots from my boner. Probably just milky-colored fluid from my prostate because my testes couldn't have had much to contribute. Just the one spurt, but it felt good. Robby comes to a halt, a bit out of breath. He rests for a minute and then fucks my ass lazily for another five minutes, mumbling, "Nothing feels as good to me as fucking you, Dylan. I'm forever grateful to you for convincing me to do the fucking. Way back, when you were fucking me, I thought nothing could be as good as that, and certainly nothing better, but this is." He pulls his still hard cock from my ass, asking, "Do you want to suck my cock a little more?" I nod, muttering, "Sure," and turn around to get on my knees again. His cock goes in my mouth and Robby asks, "Did you get off a second time, Dylan? I saw your body stiffen and was hoping you had another orgasm." Taking his cock from my mouth and holding it in my fingers, I say, "A small one, but it felt good," and go back to sucking his cock clean. After a bit, Robby says, "Thanks, Dylan," and backs away pulling his shorts the rest of the way off, adding, "Let snuggle on this chaise lounge naked." We get on it together and Robby wraps me in his arms and as we kiss, our bare chest and private parts squirming together, and we're soon doing low moans of sexual pleasure again. My butt cheeks are wet with Robby's cum, smearing on the chaise lounge cushion as we move in each other's arms. This goes on until we both have boners again. Robby turns me over on my belly and slides his cock easily up my ass, muttering, "It's messy back here, baby." Robby's between my legs fucking me until he's grunting again, then lays on me with his cock impaling me, mumbling, "I can't quite get to another orgasm and it's getting kinda late so we should call it a night. It makes for long days when we get up as early as we do for work," and he kisses the side of my face, asking, "Have I told you lately that I love you?" I twist around with his cock slipping out of my ass, and when we're chest to chest we make-out some more. When I'm with Robby very few random thoughts enter my head; it's all about him. The side of our faces together, I hug him tightly, muttering, "I love you more than you love me." He chuckles, "That's my line, Dylan," we kiss again, then he gets up and holds his hand down to help me up. Robby wets a hand towel and wipes the cum off my ass, and then we put our clothes on. My cum soaked underpants go in the pocket of my shorts, as Robby says, "I always feel so fabulously happy after we've had sex together. There isn't anything that comes close to this feeling of elation I get from having sex with you, and knowing how much you love me makes it perfect. We've come a long journey together." Pulling my tee-shirt over my head, I say, "The journey's just started, Robby. You and me forever." He goes, "It's fairly rare for teenagers to stick with their first loves like we're doing." I go, "We're fairly rare ourselves, Robby. We've been through a lot. Some ups and a few downs, but our love endures all. It's simple: it's true love." He rubs my shoulder, "You're so perfect, Dylan. The perfect lover and perfect friend with the perfect ass and the perfect face." I go, "You're okay too, Robby." He laughs, "Don't knock yourself out with the compliments." We hug and then a last kiss before going outside to his pickup, hand in hand. Ah, love is grand! to be continued... 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