Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 06:47:11 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 43 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 43 by Donny Mumford At the moment I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing cum out of the carpet in the finished basement. Coincidentally I was also on my hands and knees when Jerry fucked this cum out of me. Yes, Jerry Cranston... the most unexpected sex partner I've ever had. He claims he had an immediate attraction to me and it totally blindsided and confused him. Prior to meeting me, Jerry considered his once a month gay sex as simply a carryover from his youth; other than that he's been exclusively heterosexual. Gay sex was something he and his friend dabbled in as young teens and they continue it occasionally for old time sake. He considers himself bisexual only because of these fairly rare trips down memory lane with his long time sex buddy. When he became attracted to me it seriously challenged the image Jerry had of himself. It foiled his contention that except for his friend he had no sexual interested in males. The attraction he felt for me pissed him off royally, so he reverted to his bullying ways in response to that anger. Jerry admitted to me it was totally wrong to bully me because I hadn't done anything to him, but he didn't know what else to do. He apologized for it and right before my eyes Jerry-the-bully turned into the nice sensitive Jerry who asked nicely if I'd do him a huge favor and have sex with him. He swore it would be only a one time thing. He claimed that would satisfy his infatuation with me, and everything would be peaches and cream afterwards. Jerry humbled himself by admitting, or confessing I guess was more like it, all the stuff he said to me. That couldn't have been easy for him. I actually believe he's mostly heterosexual because he's been going with his girlfriend for years and they've been sexually active. Jerry got her pregnant and they agonized over what to do and finally decided to abort, which Jerry says was a difficult thing to live with. He seemed sincerely sensitive when telling me about it. In the end, for a couple of reasons, I had sex with him. My original goal was to keep Jerry on the job because more turnover would look bad for Robby. Of course, I never expected sex would be the way to accomplish my goal, especially because I was totally turned-off by him and his hairy, large body. I like slender guys more my own size. It seems my brain changed it's mind though, and I got to thinking this large hairy kid was hot, and found myself submissive to him during sex. Like Ray though, Jerry has no idea I have a submissive fetish and I was able to work my way out of it with only a minor loss of dignity. It was damn good sex too. Jerry's cock is shaped like Ray's, only it's bigger. Everything I did with Jerry this afternoon: the shampoo, the haircut, our kiss, sucking his cock, and then getting fucked by that telephone pole of a boner, every single thing took me by surprise, and it was all a shock to me. But there it is, it happened. Frankly I don't know what to make of it. There are a few possibilities to consider, like Jerry could have been bull shitting me about everything, or maybe he was completely truthful, or maybe it's a little of both possibilities. I tend to believe he's telling the truth though. If he isn't, he's got a good career ahead of him as an actor in Hollywood. Speaking of acting, it'll be interesting to see how he acts towards me tomorrow at work, and I'm also wondering if I'll feel any heat for Jerry after today's sex. It was all one huge surprise to me, like I said, but then everything about Jerry today was surprising. Interrupting my thoughts of Jerry, my cell phone rings with the caller ID indicating it's Chubby. He asks, "What are ya doing, bro?" "Hi Chubby, I'm cleaning. Whassup with you?" He says, "I've got a rare free night that I can do whatever I feel like doing and that involves you. No work, no dates, no responsibilities... how about you?" I say, "Yep, me too. What should we do?" Chubby goes, "Let's eat out tonight. Treat ourselves to a restaurant dinner at Ken's Steak House and then see what we feel like doing after that." I'm like, "Give me time to shower, say twenty minutes, and I'll meet you at the Jeep." Chubby says, "Alright then, see you in twenty." The carpet's clean so I get off my hands and knees and put thoughts of Jerry out of my mind. I'll simply chalk this afternoon up to one of the most unusual afternoons of my life and leave it at that. And I'm not claiming it's unusual because it involved a haircut and sex, that's not particularly unusual, but doing those things with Jerry made it extremely unusual. I go into my bathroom and take another shower, then get dressed in a pressed pair of shorts and my new Polo shirt. I'm wearing my little hoop earrings, my expensive sport watch compliments of Willie, and ditto for the Oakley sunglasses and the thousand dollar cross necklace that's around my neck. Checking myself out in the mirror and running my fingers through my burr haircut, I'm thinking I look pretty cool. Yeah, but I still don't see what Jerry apparently saw in me... I don't feel I'm any sexier looking than other kids I know, but there's gotta be something about me that's sexier than I realize. Too many incidents vaguely resembling Jerry's have occurred to me for it to be coincidental. Hmmm, this mysterious something that others see in me has been both good, and not so good for me, over the past three years. It's served me well at times and gotten me in trouble at other times. I'll ask my brother about it. As I start down the steps to the street below I see Chubby's waiting for me at the Jeep, smoking a cigarette. To me Chubby's uber cool and cute. Girls back me up on that evaluation. Plus, that bizarre and rarely talked about incident with the infamous Ricky indicates at least one other boy agrees with the girls and me too about Chubby being cool and cute. Lately it's become awkward for me to run through the reasons I think Chubby is cool and cute like I used to do. That's because there are similarities in facial features and the same can be said for our bodies. It'd be like I'm complimenting myself to list Chubby's cuteness qualities. This didn't used to be a problem back when I assumed we had different parents, but now that I know we have our dad in common, certain aspects of our mutual likenesses have become more noticeable to me. It's doubtful Chubby studies my face and body to the extent I study his, so Chubby probably doesn't see as many similarities as I do. Actually I study the faces and bodies of most boys around my age, and I do it all the time. I like boy-watching, it's one of my hobbies. As I'm approaching the Jeep, Chubby looks up and gives me his special smile... the one that tells me he's happy to see me, and it always gives me a warm loving feeling. It's a blessing to have spent my whole life with my favorite person in the world. "Hi, Dylan! Damn, you look cool tonight." I'm returning his smile with my own, the one I save just for him. We do our hug, with me kissing his cheek. I haven't tried a kiss on his lips as a greeting yet, but I will. We've kissed on the lips a few times when I've been especially brazen and Chubby's been especially pliable. I say, "You too, bro. Um, do you think I'm sexy?" Chubby goes, "Very. Why do you ask?" I'm like, "Well, occasionally a gay guy will tell me I'm really sexy and I don't exactly know why. I'm wondering what it is about me that's so sexy." He laughs, "The things you say at times! Oh my God." Chubby gets in the driver's seat so I walk around to the passenger side and get in. As Chubby starts the Jeep, I'm like, "No, really. What's sexy about me? I want to know." Chubby drives towards route 9 where Ken's Steak House is located, saying, "Oh man, Dylan, you're so innocent and naive at times, and it still catches me off guard." I ask, "That's why I'm sexy?" He laughs again, "No, I'm referring to your question of why I think you're sexy. You asked it in that innocent sweet, sincere way of yours. Most guys don't ask their brother, or anybody else, that kind of question." I disagree, "If the brother asking the question is an acknowledged gay, he's allowed to ask." More laughing from Chubby, as he mutters, "The world according to my brother. I love you, Dylan. You're so funny." I'm like, "I'm not trying to be funny. Why do you think I'm sexy?" He says, "You should probably ask Robby that, but lets see. Um, it's your face for one thing. You have sexy bedroom eyes. Beautiful eyes actually, and those sexy puffy lips of yours, and hell, I don't know, you're just cute. The straightest kid on earth would have to admit you're cute." I go, "Hmmm, yeah, I am kinda cute, but I already knew that. And I don't have puffy lips! They're regular lips. What about sexy?" Chubby goes, "Well, you've got the hottest ass I've ever seen on a boy or girl." I say, "So do you." Chubby rolls his eyes, mumbling, "Let's change the subject," and I go, "You're no help. I already knew about my ass because one or two guys have mentioned it to me." We get on route 9 with Chubby still chuckling, "You kill me, Dylan, I swear to God... heh heh. You're a trip, fer sure." I ask, "Is that good?" He laughs again, "There you go with the innocent questions again. Yes, it's very good. I love being with you and I always have. If I could only be with one person on earth, you'd be my choice." I mutter, "I know that," and a car cuts Chubby off. We both give the lady driver the finger as Chubby lays on the horn. I ask, "How'd you get out tonight on your own? I mean, you do have two girlfriends and a part time job?" He goes, "Oh, I lied to all of them. Remember I told you I need a relaxing night, at least once every week?" I go, "Yes, is this the night?" He chuckles, saying, "It's suppose to be, but it hasn't been too relaxing so far." I ask, "Why are you purposely hurting my feelings?" He reaches over and squeezes my hand, "I'm kidding, Dylan! I love being with you." He pulls into Ken's parking lot as I mutter, "You better say that unless you want to break my heart." We get out of the Jeep and immediately see a kid Chubby knows from high school. I remember seeing the kid around, but don't know him. He's holding hands with a girl and this kid is seemingly happy to see Chubby. "Jeff, dude, good to see ya! What have you been up to?" Chubby goes, "Hey, David, you know, college and a summer job, shit like that." David lets go of the girl's hand to do a hand shake and one arm hug with Chubby, with them patting each other on the back. Chubby says, "Oh yeah, this is my brother, Dylan. We're grabbing some dinner at Kens. Dylan, this is my partner in crime from senior year chemistry class, David Myers." We bump fist, muttering, "Wassup," and David says, "I didn't know you had a brother," then motions to the girl, "You remember Cindy windy, don't you, Jeff. She finally convinced me to go out with her and now I'm stuck going out exclusively with her. We just finished eating and we're gonna see a movie at the multiplex." The girl whacks David's arm, saying, "oh, you!" Chubby's like, "Sure I remember, Cindy. Looking good girl! What are you guys gonna see?" Cindy says, "Life of Pi," and then they reminisce about their high school days as I check out David. He's about Chubby's size and not bad looking, but not cute. You can be good looking, and still not qualify as cute. If you're cute, usually you're good looking too, but not always. These are my rules, of course, but I find they're very valid. For example, there's a kid at Merrimack who's strangely exotic looking, but not good looking, although his strangeness qualifies him as cute in a weird way. Cute in the way a baby orangutan, although weird looking, is cute because it's a baby. As an adult though, forget about it. That poor bastards at Merrimack, and the orangutan, are going to be extremely unattractive adults. David here has very long hair reaching below his shoulders. It's fine hair, a very limp mousy brown color; basically it looks like shit, but you know, some guys aren't on speaking terms with cool style. It's a shame because his long stringy hair is really holding him back, style-wise. His girlfriend is perfect for him though because she has hair just like his, although a nice enough face, so the hair's holding her back too. Jeez, some kids just don't get it. Oh no, she just turned sideways and I see she has a stud through her left nostril. Oh man, that's a huge deduction right there, looks-wise. Ugh! Plus I just noticed she has freckles on her arms. Oh brother, my reevaluation now is that she's a real bow-wow. They finish they're reunion fairly quickly so David and Cindy windy can make their movie. Chubby and me head towards Ken's, as I ask, "Why did David call Cindy, 'windy'?" He laughs, he's always laughing, "Cindy let out a big fart in chemistry class the first week of our senior year, and so what other nickname could I give her?" I'm like, "Oh, so you gave her the nickname?" He goes, "Yep, and it stuck even though to my knowledge she never dropped another fart in her life. Girls really should get a grip on that, ya know. It's kind of offensive." I say, "Oh yeah, for girls, but guys are funny as hell farting. Ya gotta laugh at a good fart." We're waiting behind some ladies inside Ken's, Chubby says, "Farts are funny when done just right, and at the appropriate time. It can get a little out of hand though in the boy's lavatory at school when there's a chorus of farting coming from the guys taking a crap." I say, "That's especially true if you're suffering with a hangover or a queasy stomach." The eavesdropping lady in front of us turns around and gives us a dirty look. Chubby does a big phony smile, saying, "Enjoy your dinner tonight." The lady makes a face as one of the ladies she's with, says, "Come on Blanch, our table's ready. Ignore those rude boys." Chubby shrugs, then we step up to the reservation desk where the man asks, "Do you fellows have a reservation?" Chubby says, "Yes, for Doctor Mochintosh and guest." The man checks his register frowning as I pretend I'm not with Chubby. Then the man says, "Ah, yes, this way please," and we follow him to a table set-up for two. "Enjoy your dinner, doctor," the man says with a straight face. I give Chubby a look, and he's like, "What?" I go, "What if coincidentally there is a Dr. Mockinberry, or whatever you said. It's going to be a tad awkward when he shows up, don't ya think?" Chubby says, "He already has shown up. I made this reservations under that name while you were taking a shower." I mutter, "Doctor, my ass." A middle age waitress says, "Hi, I'm Marie, and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you something to drink?" Chubby looks at me, but I say nothing, so he says, "Yes, for me, I'll have a vodka and tonic." She laughs, so Chubby adds, "Or, on second thought, I'll have an iced tea with extra lemon slices." I say, "A Coke please," and Chubby goes, "Oh, change mine to a Coke also. I'm cutting back on my caffeine intake." Marie says, "There's just as much caffeine in Coke, honey, how about a diet Coke?" She took him seriously, I guess. Chubby, never at a loss for factoids, says, "Ah, Marie, that's where you're so wrong. Coke has twice the caffeine of tea, iced or otherwise." She's slightly miffed, muttering, "I'll try to remember that." Chubby says to me, when Marie's gone, "I don't know why I have such bad luck with waiters and waitresses." I roll my eyes, saying, "You're always correcting them, or ordering liquor when we look like we're seventeen, or you're contradicting them. Adults are easily offended by teenagers who are borderline smart asses." Chubby goes, "Who's trying to hurt who's feelings now?" I mutter, "I'm sorry, just answering your question. If you're polite like me you'd have better luck with waitresses." Chubby says, "How about that time, right here in Ken's, when I asked for cocktails and we got 'em." I go, "Yeah, but that was an old waitress who didn't give a shit. She's lazy and probably didn't want a hassle." He's like, "Well it worked, that's all I'm saying." I check the menu while Chubby texts his girlfriends. That reminds me, Ray wants me to text, email, and call him like his girlfriend does. I'd do it for Ray, but I'm on suspension presently, and don't want to do those things anyway. Tomorrow, exactly at five o'clock, I need to call Ray and apologizes for lying to him about leading Sonny on, and for contemplating having sex with someone besides him and Robby. I've already violated that second rule of course, with two different guys now that Jerry's fucked me too, but Ray doesn't know that and how he'd ever find out I can't imagine. Back to the menu, I quickly make my choices. Putting the menu down I check my cell phone and see an email from Ryan. Oh boy, I like hearing from him. In his email he spends a lot of time telling me how much he misses me, even saying he found himself crying one night. He was embarrassed about that, but he says he's telling me anyway to demonstrate his devotion to me. Man, that is so sweet of him! He says the guy he tried having sex with was older then him, and it just wasn't any good, so he tried dumping the guy except now the guy calls and texts Ryan all the time. I believe that's called stalking. Ryan's father is away for a month in Europe training for his new position, which is why Ryan can't visit me; he needs to keep his mom company. That goddamn job his father has is keeping Ryan and me apart. Then Ryan goes into how much he loves me, and the next three paragraphs, after that one, describe the sex he's going to lay on my ass the first night we're together. It gives me a tight, aching boner reading it. It ends with, "All my love, to the only boy I'll ever love, you, Dylan. I love you with all my heart!!!!" Well, separation tends to move one to hyperbole at times, but the sentiment couldn't be any sweeter. Chubby asks, "What are you reading, Dylan?" I'm like, "Huh? Oh, just an email from Ryan." Chubby says, "Oh great, let me read it," and I go, "Oh, um..." and the waitress says, "Here are your drinks, fellows. Ready to order?" I say, "Why yes, thank you," and I give her my order. She writes it on a little pad, and says, "Very good," then looks at Chubby, who says, "Humph, I was going to order that exact meal. I'll have the same as my guest." She nods, puts a notation on the pad, and mumbles, "Your onion soups will be right out." The second she leaves I ask Chubby, "How come you never look at a menu?" I know the answer to that already, but I want to get off the topic of Chubby reading Ryan's email. He goes, "I told you before, there are too many choices in a menu and most of them look good, so I let you decide. It saves my brain, we only have a finite number of brain cells and it's best to save as many as possible from over use." I chuckle, "You're just too lazy to look the menu over." He goes, "That too, although I like getting what you get." The onion soups arrive and mine's very good. Lots of cheese that stretches from the bowl, to the spoon, to the mouth. There's very little chance you won't get some of the cheese on your chin when eating well prepared French onion soup. When we've finished our soups, Chubby asks, "Is that a new Polo shirt you're wearing?" I tell him it is, and that I bought it a couple of days ago, adding, "You're the one who told me about the sale at Macy's." Chubby goes, "Oh yeah, that's right. Hey, where'd ya hide that shirt after you bought it? I went through your closet looking for something new to wear for my date with Gina the other night." I go, "I'm not telling you where my hiding place is or I'd never get to wear anything new that I buy." He goes, "Ha, that's an exaggeration, bro. And you can always wear anything new I buy. That's if you can find my hiding place. Hee hee." A cute busboy arrives to collects our soup bowls, but as he reaches for my bowl I take hold of his wrist. He looks down at me startled, as I stare into his eyes, a serious expression on my face, and ask in a hushed voice, "Are you Brian Scallopeno's brother? You look just like him." The kid's about sixteen with big green eyes and that awesome tan skin-tone some Hispanics have. He blushes cutely, and says, "No sir, you have me mixed up with someone else?" I furrow my eyebrows, and ask slowly, "Are you sure?" continuing holding onto his shinny wrist. With his free hand he points to his name tag, which reads, 'Tony Galabrino'. Ah, an Italian lad. I say, "My mistake, Tony," and take his hand to shake it, it's a slim hand and a little damp, "Nice to meet you, Tony, I'm Richie Baldalserie and this is my little brother, Guido." Tony pulls his hand from my grasp and shakes Chubby's hand, mumbling, "Nice to meet you, Guido." Chubby smiles, and says, "Ti amo troppo," and Tony says, "Ciao, mon ami. That's all the Italian I know." He's very sincere about everything. Chubby says, "Oh, then we'll speak English from now on." Blushing again, Tony hurries away with our soup bowls. I say, "What's that gobbledygook you said to my favorite busboy?" Chubby laughs, "You are incorrigible, picking on Tony like that. That poor kid was so uncomfortable. It's a good thing he doesn't speak Italian though. The only phrase I know is the one I said. Gina taught it to me. It means 'I love you'. Ha ha." I go, "Is Gina in love with you?" He says, "She was one night when we had too much wine." Our dinners arrive. We both have Ken's so-called special 12 ounce sirloin steak, French fries, the house salad, and they also include, without being asked to, sliced zucchini that will be ignored. We're not into squash. As we eat we discuss our upcoming vacation in Wildwood. The closer it gets the more excited I become. There is one major problem though: neither Robby, Seth, or Ray will be with me and it's worrisome going a week without sex. Ya know? I mention a generalized form of my last thought to Chubby. He says, "Well, I go a week without sex quite often. Don't you?" I say, "I try to squeeze in one sexual encounter per week if I can, but having none is a very disturbing number." Chubby says, "None, isn't a number." I ignore that, and say, "Who knows, some sexual adventure might go my way during vacation week." Chubby swallows some steak, muttering, "My money's on you, Dylan." After dinner I ask for white cake for dessert, but I'm told they've sold out of the white cake tonight. An absolute outrage! Chubby says, "We'll just take the check then, but it's traumatizing for my big brother to go without the cake. Are you still putting the sprinkles on the white icing by any chance?" The waitress has had enough of us, she says, "Yes," and stumps off. Chubby's like, "Teenagers get very little respect from waitresses." He wants to know, "Is that Polo sale still going on, Dylan?" I tell him it is, so we decide to go to the mall and see if Chubby can get a Polo shirt exactly like mine. We tend to do that a lot, although we're careful not to wear the same shirt at the same time. We decide to get coffee and dessert at the food court since we'll be at the mall anyway. During the drive to the mall Chubby tells me a funny version of his last date with Gina. Gina's younger brother, who's apparently a hot shit, went to the movies with them. Chubby likes the brother, who talks in unintelligible teen slang at times. The brother talked through the movie with his incomprehensible gibberish and it had Chubby laughing his ass off, but almost got the three of them thrown out of the movie. Actually they were asked to leave twice, but they just changed their seats. Chubby tells things in a very funny way. I've no doubt his version is embellished, but it's entertaining anyway. Who cares if it's totally true or not. Inside the mall we dodge the walkers to get to Macy's where Chubby finds the same shirt I'm wearing, plus two others he likes. I say, "Jesus, bro, cool duds on sale, but you're blowing all your part time earnings." He's like, "Nah, I'm fat with cash," so I ask, "How come you didn't buy me dinner if you're so fat with cash?" Chubby pays for the three shirts, muttering, "I would have if I'd thought of it." I say, "Okay, you can buy me dessert and coffee." He says, "Well, now I'm broke. Those three shirts, plus my half of the dinner check, is all the money I had with me. How much cash do you think I carry on me anyway?" So I buy us ice cream sundaes and coffees. When we're almost done Ray and his girlfriend, Maryanne, Devon and his girlfriend, Annie, and Bean with his girlfriend, Tina, walk by. The girls all call over, "Hi, Dylan." I smile and wave at them, but of course none of the guys says a thing to me. I stare at Devon a few seconds. Lately I've been thinking he's a hot sexy thing. Chubby goes, "Wasn't that Ray who walked right past you? And who are those girls?" I go, "Oh, yeah, it was Ray, He probably didn't want to interrupt us, he's polite like that. The girls are some of the, er, posse's girlfriends." Chubby says, "There's a couple of cute chicks there. Who'd a thought those guys would have hot girlfriends? And who's the one with a mustache and big jugs?" I go, "You don't miss a trick, Chubby. How could you spot her mustache from here? Her jugs you can't miss, but how'd you see her mustache?" He goes, "I think I met her once, she's Ray's girl, right?" I mutter, "Yeah, they're all really good kids though." He shrugs, "Well, they ignored you." I frown at that truism as Annie comes over to stand behind me. With her hands on my shoulders, she leans down close to my face, and says, "Hey, good looking, who's this cute guy you're with. It better not be another boyfriend or you'll be suspended for another week." I go, "Hi Annie, meet my brother, Chubby. Chubby, Annie Smith." They shake hands as Chubby says, "Chubby's my nickname, Annie, I'm Jeff Romero." She goes, "Mmmm, you're cute like your brother, pleased to meet ya, Jeff Romero. Hey, wait a second, brothers with different last names?" I go, "It's a complicated story, Annie, but we're brothers" and Devon calls out, "Come on, Annie, we're going to Friendly's." Guess they changed their minds about the food court. I stare at Devon again, feeling my dick move in my pants. I've developed a crush on a straight kid now. Damn, I thought he was cute the first time I saw Devon and somehow it's turned into a crush. I can't wait till he needs another haircut. It'll be three weeks this Saturday since his last one. Maybe Ray will order the posse to get haircuts. I hope so. Annie says, "See you boys around." We give a wave as Chubby asks, "Suspended from what?" I go, "She's kidding. We always joke around." Chubby says, "I recognized your haircutting skills on those three guys. Am I right?" I go, "Yep, but they're getting a little shaggy by now," then to get off the subject of the posse boys, I ask, "You wanna check out my feet tonight. See if I'm taking care of them properly?" He brightens up, "You bet, bro. I've been remiss in my duties lately, in that regard anyway. Let's go!" During the drive to our place, Chubby says, "Let's do this right tonight, Dylan. You're too busy with your numerous boyfriends to have much time for your brother, so now that you've squeezed me in I want to make the most of it. I only want to do your feet though, it's not especially exciting having someone inspect mine, even you. Okay?" I go, "Sure, it's okay. Whatever you want. Do ya think you'll blow a load in your pants?" He says, "Hee hee, I sure hope so. I don't get to do that as often as you." I protest, "You are wildly exaggerating my sex life. As for you not having enough orgasms, I'm always available to see that you get one." He chuckles, "You never change, do ya?" I go, "No, why should I?" At the condos we go to Chubby's where he takes our uniforms and a bunch of other clothes from the washing machine and dumps them in the dryer, saying, "I was clever enough to let these wash while we were out." I go, "You've put way too many clothes in that wash load; there's enough clothes there for two loads." He's like, "This way is quicker and it saves both water and electricity. I'm just doing my part in that 'green' thing they're always harping about on the radio." I mutter, "Is that why you use plastic bags for your dirty clothes instead of a hamper?" He laughs, "Well, it's not like I'm fanatical about the 'green' concept; basically I'm into the green concept more in theory than application." I go, "Uh huh, when it's convenient for you." Chubby chuckles, "Exactly! Okay, that's done, come on into my bedroom and I'll check your feet for ya, like you nagged me to do. The things I do for you!" I say, "We don't have to do the foot thing, ya know." Chubby quickly says, "I don't go back on my promises, now get your ass in there." I hug him around his neck, saying, "First you need to kiss me on the lips or no foot inspection." He smirks, takes a deep breath, resigned to it, and then his awesome lips meet mine and we do a nice ten second kiss. Chubby wipes his lips with the back of his hand, asking, "Can we continue now?" I ask, "Continue kissing?" He laughs, "No! The foot check," and I say, "Sure, that was a really good kiss, Chubby. You're girlfriends are lucky." We're walking into his bedroom as Chubby goes, "Well, yeah, that's for sure, but so are your boyfriends. Sometimes I fantasize about being gay and I can almost see your point of view, but I can't just decide I'll be gay for you, you gotta be born that way." I sit on his bed, "Yeah, I was lucky like that." Hmmmm, he fantasizes about being gay... very interesting. Chubby's had enough random chit chat for now though. He kneels on the floor and unties my sneakers. Taking my right sneaker off and holding it to his nose, he does a big inhale. "Mmmm, that's nice, Dylan. Great foot smell, but I wish you'd do this with me right after work. That would be awesome." I mumble, "Perhaps we can work out a compromise sometime. Tit for tat, so to speak." He goes, "I don't know about that, you drive a hard bargain." I say, "I like your choice of words." Chubby smells my sneaker again, "Mmmmm, good," he mutters, and then does the same with my other sneaker. "Mmmm, this one's even better. God, I love that smell!" Pulling off my sock, he looks at me, saying, "My little Jeff has taken notice of this endeavor I'm into," and I ask, "Is he moving around in your underwear?" Chubby smells my sock, "Oh, that's nice, Dylan. I love how your feet smell, and yes, little Jeff's having a good time in there," then my other sock comes off and this time, holding the sock to his nose with his left hand, he uses his other hand to play with himself. Fetishes are so interesting, but so mysterious at the same time. A person's fetish seems weird to those who don't have it, but those that do enjoy it. I wonder how many shoe salesman have a foot fetish? No way we'll ever know, but it's got to be a pretty big percentage I would think. Chubby does the same routine with my other sock, then both socks are against his nose as he closes his eyes, sighing, "Oooooh, soooo nice..." He's groping himself now, so I say, "Why not take your shorts off, Chubby?" He inhales the scent from my socks again, then mutters, "Yeah, I think I will. I know you won't mind." I go, "Not at all, bro. Anything for you," and he laughs, "Yeah, for me." Chubby drops his shorts and his jockey underwear material is poking out in front, oh, about four and a half inches I'd say. Chubby take a deep breath, squeezing his boner. He grunts, bites his lip and then picks up my foot and puts his cute nose against my instep. "Ooh, fuck," he murmurs, "That is the perfect foot scent. Jesus, it smells good." He smells all over my foot dragging his nose right on it. It's so funny, but sexy too seeing his boner poking out his jockey shorts. No way I'm not gonna see his cock tonight. It's been awhile since the last time. Chubby licks the sole of my foot, then sucks on my toes. I know from experience, doing this same thing to Robby is great for my submissive fetish, so I can only imagine the impact on a foot fetish enthusiast like Chubby. Chubby sucks and licks my toes with me wiggling them in his mouth. His face is flush and there's a wet spot on his jockey shorts where the head of his boner is poking them out. I grope my crotch now and stare at Chubby's underpants' tent. More smelling of my foot with no more chatter from Chubby, just moans and deep breathing. He squeezes his cock, his nose plastered to the sole of my foot. "Oh man, " he moans, and puts down my foot, and picks up my other one to follow pretty much the same routine he did with the first one. Checking my watch I see we've been doing this for almost fifteen minutes. Both my feet are wet with his saliva as Chubby puts the foot he's making love to on the floor, gasps, and says, "I gotta jerk off, bro, I can't take it any longer." I say, "No problem, but I'll get you off," as I scamper off the bed. Laying on the carpet, resting on my forearms between his leg I suck on his cock through his jockey shorts. Chubby moan, "Mmmm, aaah, mmmm, yeah," as he reaches down and pulls his jockey underwear off his cock and fastens the waistband under his nuts. His boner is sticking out straight as a poker, drooling precum, and incredibly tight. I use my thumb and first two fingers of my right hand to stroke it, watching the precum drool out and slide down the shaft. Then put it in my mouth to suck off the drools of precum. My boner is aching in my pants as I inhale Chubby's familiar scent and stifle a moan of my own. Licking the head and sucking the shaft with my lips, lips that Chubby claims are puffy, I'm savoring the taste and feel of my brother's hard cock in my mouth. Then into my throat goes the head as I work my throat muscles and Chubby moans, running his fingers through my hair. This is so hot, and so rare an occurrence with Chubby, I'm praying he holds off his orgasm so it lasts awhile. "Mmmmm," I moan with the head out of my throat and in my mouth again. I take his boner from my mouth and push it against his pubic hairs as I lick his balls and then take them in my mouth, licking and humming on them. Chubby's legs close over my back as he leans back moaning, supporting himself with his left arm behind him; his other hands plays with my short hair. Pulling my mouth off his nuts, I lick around the root of his cock, then lap up the shaft before taking it back in my mouth again. "Ooooh, aaaaah!" goes Chubby as he arches his back and lifts his ass off the floor squirting a long stream of creamy cum in my mouth. My hips lurch, I groan and cum in my pants as Chubby sends a second stream of spunk into my mouth with me swallowing as fast as I can. More cum shoots in my shorts from my quivering boner as I'm sucking drools of spunk from Chubby's nuts. He lays back on the floor moaning as I continue sucking his awesome cock. I suck it until it looses it's tightness and then I take it out of my mouth. One more lick and I let it go and look at Chubby. His eyes are closed as he quietly moans. Groping my sticky crotch and looking down, I see my cum beginning to leak through the lap near the zipper of my khaki shorts. That was a really good orgasm I just had. Not the thrill of being fucked, but when doesn't a orgasm feel good? That would be never, in my case; the worst one I ever had was pretty damn good. I quietly ask, "How ya doing there, Chubby?" as I'm sitting back up on the bed again, still tasting Chubby's cum and working my tongue around in my mouth. Chubby opens his eyes, and mumbles, "It feels so fantastic when you do that, and then my climax almost blows the top of my head off with ecstasy, but afterwards I feel guilty for letting you do it." I say, "You shouldn't feel guilty, Chubby. You know how much I love doing it with you, doing anything with you." He smiles, "I know, I know, but I can't make myself feel as good about it as it deserves. I loved it, Dylan, thank you, but it'll be on my conscience for a couple of weeks. And now my foot fetish seems stupid to me too. Not when I'm doing it, but afterwards. I'm a mass of contradictions. You're lucky, you're just doing what comes naturally to you. But I'm not doing what comes naturally when I have a sex act with you." I ask, "How 'bout when your girlfriend gives you oral sex, do you feel guilty then?" He chuckles, "Not that I've noticed, no. Oral sex doesn't happen all that often though." I'm appalled, asking, "Don't they like sex? What's wrong with them?" He laughs, "Sex isn't taken for granted or routinely done by most girls I've known. When we have sex they're the ones who feel guilty, I guess. It has something to do with girls not wanting to seem loose and there's all kinds of mores regarding sex outside of marriage, and stuff like that to give the girls a guilty conscience." I go, "Well, I believe there's some mores about gay sex too, not that I waste precious time thinking about them." He nods his head, pulls up his underpants and stands up, saying, "I'm truly happy for you, Dylan. You'll enjoy a better sex life than me probably, but it is what it is and we are like we are." Usually after sex I'm high as a kite, but seeing Chubby dealing with his conscience is dragging me down. I'm not going to tell him that though, he feels bad enough already. How something so wonderful as consensual sex can leave you feeling down is something I can't relate to. I'll sympathize with Chubby, even if I can't understand his point of view. Chubby says, "Lets have a cigarette." We go out on the balcony with me trying to lift his spirits. As he lights our cigarette. I ask, "How did my feet taste?" He laughs, "They taste great and smell even better. I love your feet." I say, "Anytime you want to smell my feet you can, and I promise not to take it any further next time. Word of honor." "It's not your fault, Dylan, I loved ever second of our sexy experience together. It's just that afterwards I get disappointed in myself for not exercising more willpower. You're totally blameless." I go, "Willpower failure, huh? Yeah, I think I've heard of that. Hey, how about that steak dinner at Ken's. Awesome, huh?" He smiles, "That's right, it was, and thanks for helping me get in a better mood. You're an awesome brother!" I go, "And best friend too, right?" Chubby hugs me, muttering, "Awesome everything, Dylan, awesome everything, that's what you are." He lets go of me and passes me the cigarette, laughing while pointing at the cum spot on the lap of my shorts. "You shot your load just from sucking my dick?" I go, "Uh huh, that's another awesome thing about me. I get off sucking my brother's pecker." He says, "You're sure having fun, ain't ya?" I go, "I try, bro." Keeping our conversation light, by the time we've shared two cigarettes Chubby's more like himself laughing easily and being funny. In his kitchen I watch him make our lunch for tomorrow and then we say goodnight. We're both in bed before ten o'clock. Wednesday it's raining when I get up, but not raining hard enough to cancel work, so Chubby and me acknowledge we're going to get wet today, and so is Jerry. This is something he commented on negatively his first day on the job. I'm anxious to see what kind of mood he's in this morning after his haircut and our sex together yesterday. I know if he asks me I'd do it with him again. I enjoyed myself yesterday through all the things we did, although I didn't realize I was enjoying myself at first. I'm going to include a shampoo before haircuts for everyone that'll go for it because it's kind of sexy. Willie and I, and Ryan and I, shampooed each other hair when we showered together, and it's fun both ways; giving and receiving. I had that huge surprise yesterday with Jerry when I discovered his hairy body was sexy, even though it was a little over the top with the fur. I probably shouldn't have been surprised because Ray's chest hair and whiskers are sexy to me, so why wouldn't more of both be sexy? Live and learn. Chubby drives us to work and then I carry the clean uniforms inside the locker room while Chubby puts our lunch in the cooler. Seth's getting changed, and when he sees me he comes over to whisper, "I won't be able to make our date Thursday, Dylan. I'm really disappointed, but I've simply got to study if I hope to pass my courses." He's very conscientious. I go, "Oh man," and he says, "The college courses are harder than I expected. Did you find it harder than you expected last year at Merrimack?" I go, "Initially, yeah, but the professors lightened-up on us when they'd weeded out the slackers who couldn't keep up." Seth's like, "Maybe that will happen with the online courses too. I sure hope so." Our discussion's interrupted when Chubby comes in then with Lee and Jerry. They're all laughing about something. Seth says, "I'll talk to you more later," as Jerry looks over at me with a grin, he says, "Great haircut, Dylan, my girlfriend really freaked out, in a good way." I smile, and say, "Whew, that's what I was hoping for, Jerry." Early in the day we work in the rain laughing at how drenched we are, with no one seriously complaining. Our wet shorts stick to our bodies and Seth tells me, "Wow, your ass looks so hot, I can almost see it through your wet shorts. Are you wearing underpants?" He's kidding, I think, but I start looking at asses now. Seth's is kinda flat, but surprisingly Lee's got a great one with his wet shorts plastered to it an outlining it perfectly. Robby's has a hot ass too, but my brother win's the contest. If my ass looks like his no wonder guys think I'm sexy. Around ten o'clock the rain stops and the sun comes out. By eleven o'clock our clothes have dried and our asses look normal again. The crew's been in good spirits right from the start; it really helps that Chubby and I got a good night's sleep. Jerry's seamlessly fitting in and now it's hard to imagine what a jerk he was earlier. At one point Robby says to me, "You did a great job breaking Jerry in. I knew you would, and thanks. He thinks you're awesome by the way, so he's obviously a great evaluator of people." Then in a whisper, he says, "I wish I could kiss you right here. You look so cute!" I grin, "You too, Robby." He shakes his head saying, "My schedule sucks! I've got baseball practice tonight and then a rare night away-game after that. Tomorrow night I need to attend the company's monthly review for all the supervisors in the whole company. That's after dinner and ,dammit, you and me aren't seeing enough of each other." I go, "You can say that again, so thank God I get to see you on the job at least. It won't be long until we're back at college seeing each other twenty-four/seven." He nods grinning, and says, "I'm looking forward to that." The whole day goes great with Jerry being good to his word about acting cordial to me without a hint of bullying. Maybe it's not a peaches and cream relationship, but ours is a good one now. And I'm happy to discover I don't have the hot's for Jerry, although like I said, I would have sex with him again if he asked me to. I've obviously returned to my alley-catting ways, but things have a way of being cyclical in the ebb and flow of events in our lives. Back at Merrimack I'm pretty sure it'll be back to just Robby and Ryan, where sex is concerned. I hope Ryan's included anyway. Hmmm, wait a second, I forgot about those hot boys from Stop and Shop, Shaun Sullivan and Matthew Flowers. Fellow employee that I gave haircuts to and then we had a little sexy time together afterwards. That could be tempting. Hey, that reminds me, I need to call Cory Dunlevy for bowling sometime. I know he's too shy to call me. Damn, thinking back on it, my freshman year was great. I'm daydreaming these thoughts during the ride back to home base, we're done work for the day and we're right on time. There's only the ride-on mower on the truck so Seth and me weren't able to goof around with each other, although he's sitting so close to me the sides of our bodies rub together during the bumpy ride. I goose Seth's ass as we're getting down from the truck and get a grin from him. Damn, he's good looking. In the locker room Jerry pats my back, leans close, and whispers, "Thanks again, Dill. I didn't need to use my dick as my brain today, although I still think you're hot." I grin, "Thanks, Jerry. Glad your plan worked. See you tomorrow." Maybe I should have asked Jerry why he thinks I'm hot. No, that would send the wrong signal. Best to leave well enough alone. On the way home Chubby's his regular chatty self, but without making reference to his foot fetish or the oral sex of last night. He's happily talking about foibles that occurred during the day, but I'm only half listening to him, as I try forming my apology to Ray in my head. I need to make it both believable and sincere. Damn, I'm a little nervous about this. I know it's stupid, but I am. Guess I've gotten attached to both Ray and his posse. It feels good making new friends even though they're not gay. Only Ray, and possibly Sonny are bi; the rest are mostly normal straight teenagers. I'm in my condo by four-thirty, so I take a shower, and when dressed I sit at my desk holding my cell phone, going over in my head what I'm going to say to Ray. At exactly five o'clock I call Ray, but he doesn't answer. I call him back every minute for fifteen minutes before he answers. I say, "Hi Ray, I tried calling you exactly at five, but you didn't answer." He goes, "Sorry, I forgot about your apology call. I was washing Elliot's and my car and I left my cell phone on the kitchen counter. What have you got to say for yourself?" Jeez, he forgot about my apology call? I kinda thought it would be on his mind. I say, "Well, I've been thinking about everything, and you're right. I did tease Sonny without realizing it. So, like you said, it was a lie I told you and I'm sincerely sorry. If I'd taken your question more seriously I would have been more conscientious about evaluating the situation and realized my actions could have been interpreted as leading Sonny on. I promise never to do that again and I'm really sorry, Ray." He says, "Okay, but I want you to apologize to Sonny too. He might not have realized you were leading him on, like he said, but you're to explain to him that you did lead him on so he understands it. After that, you'll be friendly to Sonny without anymore sexual overtones. He's only seventeen for chrissakes. Now, what about you having sex with your coworker, or thinking about it anyway?" Gulp, I didn't realize it'd be so hard telling Ray a bald-faced lie. I'll need to word this just right. "Um, Ray, you have my word I won't, ah, ask my coworkers to have sex, ever." I don't have to ask because Seth's always bring it up. Ray says, "What else? You're apology isn't long enough. You just saying, 'Okay, I did something wrong and won't do it again' isn't enough." Hmmm, I go, "Um, the reason I won't ever suggest sex to a coworker, or anyone else, is because I have motivation not to. I don't want to take any chances that might cause you to dump me. I apologize profusely to you for thinking about doing that in the past." He yawns right into the phone. Could it be he's not as enthralled with me as I thought he was? He goes, "Sorry for the yawn, I didn't get to bed until late last night. Yeah, okay, that's enough. A little brown nosing goes a long way with me. And, actually, I don't want to dump you either, Dylan. I'm smart enough to know it's highly unlikely I'd ever find as willing and as attractive a boyfriend as you are in the future. You're what I'd call quite a catch. It's funny, but to be honest, now that you're falling all over me and sucking up to me, some of the thrill of the chase is gone as far as I'm concerned." Then he goes, "Someone beeped me, I'll put you on hold." That last statement of Rays, before the one about putting me on hold, is an example of Ray expressing his unfiltered thoughts. Ya never know what will come out of Ray's mouth, but whatever it is, it's exactly what he's thinking. He comes back on the phone and yawns again, and adds, "That last thing I said didn't come out right. It's true enough about the thrill of the chase, but I still want you to be my boyfriend, so you don't need to worry about that for the moment. I will tell you though that you might want to try being more attentive to me. From now on, as a suggestion to you about how to impress me, you might want to try demonstrating how you feel about me more openly so the posse boys can see you're as loyal to me as they are. Just a suggestion, Dylan?" Man, Ray's got a set of balls on him alright. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I go, "Sure, Ray, I want everyone to know how much I like you and love being your boyfriend." My dick's getting hard from his egomaniacal bossiness. Goddamn, he's hot! I ask, "Um, Ray, I was thinking, last night when I saw you and the posse boys at the mall, that it's about time for fresh haircuts. What do you think?" He says, "That's awfully thoughtful of you, Dylan. I like that you're looking out for your fellow posse members. Yeah, when's a good time?" I say, "Saturday morning would be good." He asks, "All the guys or just some of them?" Hmmm, I say, "Well, I guess it'd be better to do some tomorrow night and the rest Saturday morning." He goes, "Okay, I'll be over Saturday morning. You contact each guy and arrange a time for all of them. You did okay with your apology call, but I don't think you put all the time into it you needed to, and I'm not real pleased with that aspect of it. Let's hope there's not a next time, but if there is I'll expect to hear something more thought-out then your ramblings today." Ray's got a touch of that so-called Napoleon complex in him. He says, "Just remember the instructions I've given you and I'll reinstated you as of now. Do you need a ride tonight?" I go, "Yeah, I do." He goes, "Well, you arrange a ride with one of the guys, I'm not going to do it for you. You're a junior posse member now and you have most of the rights any of us have. Most of the rights, not all of them. I'll see you before the game and I'm looking forward to that because I've missed you." I mutter, "Me too, Ray." After hanging up I feel like jerking off because I swear to God Ray scratches my submissive fetish itch better than even Ryan did. Damn he was really bossy-hot today. How does he have the gaul to say all the things he says. I grope my crotch and play with my hard-on. Just last night I was thinking how weird fetishes are, but there aren't many weirder than mine. I probably should have said 'go fuck yourself' to Ray audacious orders and comments, but instead I ate it up and sprung a boner. Ryan left a big hole in my life that I'm partially filling with Ray, I guess. Ray's more than replaced what I crave for my fetish, and while he can never match the sexy heat Ryan brings, it comes closer than anyone else. Robby's my constant touchstone, of course, and I couldn't live without him, but side-sex wise Ray's my best bet. Him blatantly telling me he's not as hot for me now that he's 'won me over' has the reverse effect on me; now I think he's more desirable then ever. Our situations are completely reversed. I'm feeling some of the same kind of heat for Ray that I used to get just from anticipating Ryan and me going on a date. It can never match the heat I felt for Ryan, like I said, and that's because with Ray I'm missing the return heat I got from Ryan. Ray's simply not as hot for me as Ryan was. Oh man, that just makes me hotter for him. The mind's a funny thing. I better do what Ray told me to do. First I call Bean, who answers with, "Tell me you're reinstated, Dylan, or I can't talk to you." I tell him, then ask, "Can I get a ride with you to the game tonight?" He says, "I'm not driving, Mark is. You'd better call him quick before he has a full carload." I say, "Thanks, Bean, what's his number?" Bean tells me and I program it in my phone thinking that Bean could have been a little bit excited I'm reinstated. Maybe these guys don't like me as much as I thought they did. That's a downer alright, but maybe it's just that I'm one of the guys now and not a novelty like I was at first. Mark answers the same way Bean did, but he's friendlier than Bean was, surprisingly. I ask for a ride and he says, "I'm already driving Bean, Dawg, Devon, Jameson, and Manny. One of them will need to sit on someone's lap already, so I can't handle another, Dylan, I'm really sorry." Damn, I want to see Ray tonight. I go, "Can't I sit on someone's lap too?" He goes, "I can't do it, as it is I'll get a ticket if a cop sees the overloaded car. You could try Sonny, he might be going although Devon didn't mention it." I've got Devon's number so I say goodbye to Mark and call Devon. He answers, "Are you reinstated, Dylan?" This is getting tedious. I assure him I am, and tell him my ride situation. He says, "Sonny isn't going tonight as far as I know. He's not home, but here's his cell phone number. You can try to talk him into going, but all he's got is his moped scooter for transportation." I ask, "Scooter?" and Devon goes, "It's a cool motorbike actually. He bought it from money he saved." I go, "Wow! He's a hot shit alright." Devon chuckles, "Sonny's a handful alright. Good luck, Dylan, I hope I see you tonight. Hey, how about another haircut? Annie says I need one." I go, "Sure, Ray told me to arrange haircuts for the whole posse sometime this week. Is Thursday night or Saturday morning better for you?" He says, "I can get my mom's car Thursday, see you around five." Hot shit, Devon's coming for a haircut. I only hope I don't do something stupid, but I got a thing for him. Tomorrow night, huh.... Oh well, we hang up and I call Sonny. He says, "I assume you're reinstated. Are you calling to ask me out?" I tell him I need a ride to the game and Sonny asks, "What's in it for me?" I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" He says, "Well, do I get a blow job at least?" I say, "Never mind, Sonny. I just won't go tonight. Thanks anyway, and oh yeah, I apologize for leading you on last Wednesday." He goes, "Wait a minute, I'll give you a ride. Tell me how to get to your place again. I forget." I tell him and he says he'll pick me up at six-fifteen on his Sport Bike. This should be interesting. Guess I'm more anxious to see Ray than I thought. After dropping me off awhile ago, Chubby went directly to his part time job, so I'm eating dinner alone tonight. Just a roast beef sandwich. I'll get something more at the refreshment stand at half time of the game. I'm waiting for Sonny at the curb when he pulls up on his cool motorcycle. It's yellow with a black leather seat and black trim. Sonny's all smiles, what a cute kid with his pale red hair and pale complexion. I say, "Cool ride, Sonny." He parks and we do the fist bump and one arm hug greeting us posse boys always do. I forgot about that, actually. Sonny's lips drag on my cheek during the hug, which I ignore. He says, "You smell good, Dylan. I can't wait to fuck you, maybe tonight." I say, "Maybe not, Sonny! I got in trouble leading you on so don't get me in any more trouble." He rubs my head knocking my red posse hat off, saying, "You didn't lead me on. Ray's jealous of me liking you, that's all. He wants you all to himself. He made-up that 'leading-me-on' crap, and anyway I'd never tell him you and I had sex. It's between you and me. Okay?" I say, "Check back when you're eighteen and we'll see, but that wasn't leading you on. What kind of bike do you have here. How much does a machine like this cost anyway?" He says, "I got it new on sale last year for $1,768.00. It's a limited edition 250 cc Nija full size Sport Bike with front and rear ABS disc brakes." Whatever all that means. I'm like, "Jeez, I'd a thought it would cost more than that." Sonny gets on his bike, saying, "Get on right behind me and put your arms around me to hold on tight, it's a bumpy ride." I look at him thinking of Devon and see similarities in their faces just like Chubby and me. Sonny's even cuter than Devon, but not as sexy somehow. Maybe that's because Sonny's interested in me, and Devon's not. That's sorta what Ray said about how he feels about me. He's not as hot for me now that I want him. Considering the size of this seat my only choice is to be right behind Sonny and up against him. He smells good tonight. My arms wrap around his skinny waist tightly. I'm gonna spring a boner, I just know it! Sonny asks, "Ready?" and I go, "Ready as I'll ever be," and he roars away with me holding him tighter. Cool ride alright, but shouldn't we be wearing helmets? I shout that question in Sonny's ear with his hair feeling nice against my face. He shouts back, "Helmets aren't cool!" Maybe not, but I think it's a law. I get real comfortable hugging this kid and fantasying that he's eighteen and sure enough my hard cock is soon pressing against his ass. He laughs, yelling, "I can feel that, Dylan! It feels awesome. I knew you were turned-on by me." I yell, "Who wouldn't be, ya hottie?" Sonny is thankfully not a wild driver and it's a delightfully exhilarating ride, especially with the side of my face against his head. At a red light, with his feet on the street balancing the bike, he says, "I've got a boner too and I'm afraid I'm gonna have an accident in my shorts... haha. This is so fucking sexy!" We roar off when the light turns green with me smiling to myself... no Ray, I swear to God I wasn't leading Sonny on. That's not why he fucked me... ha ha!. My boner is throbbing by the time Sonny rides us onto the parking lot. I get off the bike and steady myself holding onto Sonny's shoulder, getting my balance. He gets off then and grabs my crotch feeling my boner. "How'd ya like the ride?" It takes all my limited willpower not to grab his crotch when I see it's tented with his boner. He asks, "When we gonna do it, Dylan?" I gasp, "Let go of my dick, Sonny. Maybe we can work something out if I could be sure you wouldn't tell." He lets go of me and adjust his dick sideways in his pants, saying, "Are you crazy? I wouldn't tell a soul. Devon would beat the shit out of me." We walk towards the outdoors basketball court where the stands are located. My dick loses it's tightness as we walk. Sonny wants to know, "How about when I get my haircut, can I do you then?" I say, "What makes you think you'd be doing it, and not me?" He laughs, "Oh, come on! I'm like Ray, I do the male part and you do the female part." What, does Ray give lessons about this shit? I don't say that though, what I say is, "We'll see, Sonny, just don't do anything that Ray will interpret as me leading you on." He's like, "I won't because I don't want you suspended again. It's not as much fun when you're not in the posse." We join the other posse members, doing the posse greeting with everyone, and now I get the kind of welcome I expected from Bean. All the guys, plus Bean, give me a warm welcome. They're a good bunch of guys and it feels good belong to the group. It's a first for me and these guys make it easy to fit in. A little earlier Ray mentioned to them they need haircuts this week. Devon says, "This is a new twist to our posse. Now we're all getting the same haircuts on a schedule, it's cool." I take his hat off and run my fingers through Devon's hair, asking, "You don't mind getting a burr haircut this time?" He had a longer hair style last time, like Sonny's, combed down on the top with the bangs flipped up. I need to stop mauling him. I give him his hat back as he goes, "Nah, I don't mind the burr haircut. Sonny and me are going with the majority." None of the guys squawks about the haircut situation, which kinda surprises me. I tell them I'm doing shampoos before the haircuts because it's easier to cut that way. Then I ask Dawg, "Have you gotten used to your haircut yet? Going from a ponytail to a burr is about the biggest change there could be." Dawg quietly says, "I love it. Get up in the morning and I'm good to go, plus taking a shower is quick and easy without dealing with all that hair. I just needed a little push to change what I've had for like ten years, and Bean did the pushing. Thanks, Bean." He's very soft spoken; a soft spoken member of a motorcycle gang is what he looks like with his tattoos and many body piercing's. Manny asks me, "What'd Ray suspend you for, Dylan? I think he said you lied to him." I go, "Yeah, he told me to stop leading Sonny on and I said I didn't do that. But I sorta did." Sonny says, "You did not," and Devon says, "If anything my brother was leading you on. I told Ray that, but he has the last word so, you know. Sorry about that, Dylan." I hug Devon's shoulders, mumbling, "Thanks for trying to help, Devon." His body is so hot I'm feeling my dick tighten-up again as I can't stop myself from squeezing the back of his neck. He grins at me, as he says, "I just wish Ray had listened to me." We get our regular seats in the bleachers with Sonny sitting next to me. I say, "You're going to get me in trouble again, Sonny." He laughs, and gooses me with Devon shouting, "Leave Dylan alone, Sonny!" Mark leans over and says, "Sorry I couldn't give you a ride, Dylan. You gotta find out who's driving on Tuesday and claim your seat before everyone else does." I nod my head, saying, "Thanks, Mark, that's what I'll do next week." Bean says, "Here comes Ray." Ray wants me to be more demonstrative, but I'm not sure how to do that. As soon as he gets close to us I take a step to meet him and give him a quick kiss hello with the posse going, "Aaaaaah," and then we do the posse greeting. Ray smiles, saying, "Welcome back, Dylan. Did ya miss me?" I say, "I sure did, Ray. Thanks for reinstating me." Maybe I'm putting it on a little too thick, but I feel squirmy now when I'm around Ray. I can't afford to lose him now that I've developed the hot's for him. I watch Ray doing the greeting, without the kiss, to all the boys. Sonny says to me, "How come I didn't get a kiss from you? I'm bi too." The guys are focused on Ray and the repeated posse greetings, so I lean in and kiss Sonny on the lips. His hand goes right to his crotch as his face turns red. He says, "That's the sexiest thing that's ever happened to me." I go, "Get out of here! You're kidding." He says, "No. I'm serious. I had a girlfriend in the spring and we made out a lot with me feeling her up and even fingering her, but it wasn't as sexy as that one kiss from you. You're sexier than her anyway, kiss or no kiss." I mutter, "Thanks, Sonny." I want to ask him why he thinks I'm sexy except Ray's done the greeting now, and he tells me, "I'll give you a ride home after the game, Dylan. At the end of the game come down and get my bag for me to take it to the car. That's your job every week from now on. The team has a short meeting after the game so I'll meet you at the car when it's over. See you after the game." The game's not close and during the first two quarters Sonny pesters me for another kiss with Devon telling him to stop bothering me. I fantasize about kissing Devon, although his brother's not a bad second choice. I catch myself glancing at Devon too often and make myself stop before it gets noticed. It's so strange how I've developed the hot's for him, and with no chance of getting to first base. We all get hotdog's and sodas in between the second and third periods. We're standing around finishing our snack and I see two guys talking to Dawg and he doesn't appear happy about it. Manny sees it too, and says, "Lets see what that's all about, Dylan." We walk over and I say, "What's up, Dawg?" The two guys look at Manny and me. The one with the tattoo on the side of his neck, says, "This is a private conversation. Why don't you two keep moving." I ask Dawg, "Is that right?" and he says, "They're giving me some shit because I bumped into him," pointing at tattoo on the neck, "by accident when I was walking over to you guys." Manny says to the tattoo kid, who has less tattoos than Dawg, "It was an accident, dude. What's your problem?" Bean, Devon and Mark join us. Mark gets right to the point, nodding at Dawg, he says, "He's our hommie and we'll have no qualms about kicking the shit out of both of you if you give him anymore trouble. It's that simple." I add, "You'll lose a little face, but it's better than getting you asses kicked. Just say something like. 'you guys think you're tough with six against two' and maybe call us assholes, then leave. Okay?" The kid with tattoo says, "You assholes think you're tough when it's six against two," and Jameson says, "Make that seven against two." Outnumbered badly, they shake their head, muttering, "They'll be another time." I say, "That's the spirit," and Mark goes, "Now get lost," and they do. Dawg says, "Thanks, guys, but it wouldn't have come to a fight, I could handle it." Manny puts his arm across Dawg's shoulders, saying, "Sure ya could, Dawg, we just wanted to have a little fun with those guys. Come on," and we wander over to our seats where I ask Sonny, "Where were you, we almost got in a fight?" He goes, "I saw you guys, you didn't need me. There were only two of them, fer chrissakes." I squeeze the back of his neck and run my finger down his spine. Sonny's shoulder shake, as I say, "This isn't leading you on." He says, "You gave me the chills. Do that again," so I do. He's growing on me. The games a blowout and when it's over I say goodbye to the boys in our usual fashion getting a kiss near the side of my lips from Sonny, and then I go down to get Ray's bag feeling that squirmy sensation knowing Ray's mushroom headed cock will soon be up my ass. I see Bean get on the motorbike behind Sonny, but not put his arms around him. Bean does it the right way and holds onto Sonny's hips. Off they go. I guess Bean was the one sitting on someone's lap in Mark's car for the ride here and he figured riding behind Sonny was a better way to get home. Carrying Ray's satchel I look around the emptying parking lot until I find Ray's car and lean against it to anxiously wait for him. It all started with Willie fucking my brains out in Key West and continued with frequent intense fucking by Ryan. It's left me with a hunger for sex that I've never felt four months ago. I've always been oversexed, well not always, but certainly after Carl Denton. I'm not complaining, but the almost constant yearning can be exhausting at times. A cigarette would go real good about now except smoking isn't allowed according to Ray. And here he comes now. He walks up to me returning my smile, puts his hand behind my neck to pull my head down and he gives me a big kiss with lots of tongue and my cock gets hard again. After the kiss I say, "I missed you, Ray. Only four days, but it seemed longer." He chuckles, "I get a kick out of how hot you are for me and how you suck up to me. Put my bag under your feet in the front, we'll need the back seat soon enough." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help offset expenses incurred in maintaining this wonderful story site.