Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2014 11:29:31 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION Chapter 77 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION Chapter 77 by Donny Mumford On the way home from work with Chubby, I'm thinking about the sweet exchange of loving sentiments between Robby and me a little while ago. Robby started by saying he loved me in Spanish, instead of English, and our emotions escalated from there. It's so nice he goes to the trouble of looking up different ways to say he loves me and then springs these words of love on me at any time or place. It tends to make me feel as though he's thinking about me all the time. Chubby says, "Why so quiet, Dylan, are the late nights catching up with you?" I stifle a yawn and do a fake cough, muttering, "Damn cigarettes," then I say, "Nah, the late nights are no problem, I'm young and full of energy. I was just thinking about Robby who appeared out of nowhere when I was dumping the grass clippings a little while ago. He wanted to give me a kiss and tell me he loves me. I showed you the friendship ring he gave me, right?" He goes, "Yeah, a birthday present," and I go, "It's more than that! It has 'love Robby' engraved inside. It's to tell me 'happy birthday' and say he loves me. Plus, he's wearing a ring identical to mine." Chubby smirks, "Does his ring have 'love Robby' engraved in it too?" I say, "Don't be ridiculous, it has 'love Dylan' engraved in his." Chubby says, "I was just kidding, but fuck, I need somebody to love, bro." I go, "I'll buy you a friendship ring and have 'love Dylan' engraved inside." He says, "I don't need a ring to know you love me, you show it all the time. What I need is to sample romantic love like you and Robby have." I'm like, "I don't blame you, but it's basically a crap shoot. Ya gotta get lucky and meet the right person. It starts with a crush... haven't you ever had a crush on anyone?" He shrug, "Sure, you... ha ha, but I need romantic love, and that's in addition to having you as my closest, greatest best friend and brother the world has ever known. Hey, maybe I used up all my luck having you as my best friend and brother." I say, "It'd be understandable, and totally worth it to you if that turned out to be true, but then how to explain me also having you for my closest, greatest best friend and brother the world has ever known, plus I'm also in a true romantic love with Robby, who feels the same way about me? So obviously if I can have both, so can you." He goes, "Well it sure as shit hasn't come close to happening for me yet, I can assure you of that." I go, "It's the roulette wheel that we call 'life', Jeffrey, sooner or later that little ball will settle on your number." Chubby mutters, "It better happen quick 'cause I'm starting to wonder if it ever will." No way am I going to suggest that maybe Chubby's looking for love in all the wrong places, but I do offer this bit of subtle advice. "Um, if you were bisexual, you'd double your dating opportunities and therefore double your chances of finding love." Chubby goes, "Ya don't say," and he leaves it in the air like that. I'll leave it in the air like that too. What if Chubby is bisexual and he finally acknowledges it to himself... then what? Would that complicate my life to an unmanageable degree, or what? Holy shit, it's what I've wanted for years, but now I'm deeply in love with Robby, so what would I do about that? I don't know obviously, and maybe I'll never need to find out, but what if ? Whoa, I'll think about that when I need to because I don't want to know the answer now. Parking the Jeep at the curb, leaving the engine idling, I tell Chubby, "I'll drop you off, bro, but I still gotta get something for our lunch tomorrow. What would you like?" He taps his lips with his index finger for a second, then says, "Thinly sliced roast beef with provolone cheese and a little horseradish sauce." I ask, "On a roll?" and he's like, "Yeah, a nice sub roll and blueberry pie for dessert." I lean over and rub his hair, "You got it, Chubby, and while I'm at it I'll throw in a couple wedges of deli style pickles on the side." He goes, "The kosher ones, they're the best. Love you, bro!" We bump fist grinning at each other, and then he gets out giving me a little wave... damn, I love me some Chubby. I'm driving to Stop & Shop for the roast beef even though it's further away than the deli, but I don't feel like seeing Travis this afternoon. Then my cell phone announces a text message. At a traffic lite I take a look and see it's from posse boy, Mark. He, Manny-the-brainiac, and Jameson all want haircuts before the basketball game tonight. He claims they don't want to listen to a lecture from Ray about them not having the final posse boys' burr haircut. Seems like all the posse boys are ready to put they're childhood posse away. When they started their posse years ago that expression was still being used, but now, not so much. And I want to stop saying, 'not so much' too. Okay, I can fit them in before the game, but I'll need to skip dinner. No problem, I'll get something to eat at the refreshment stand after the second period of the game tonight. I hold off texting until I'm parked at Stop & Shop, then I text Mark telling him that he and the guys should be at my house in a half hour. I text Chubby next to say I can't have dinner with him tonight. With that taken care of I go inside the grocery store and check out the bag boys and register clerks. Right away I see the kid with the big black eyebrows. Hmmm, he's still somehow managing to look sexy even with those absurd eyebrows. Hey, he's letting his hair grow too. All summer it's been almost shaved, but it's growing back now. Maybe for school. Anyway I need to hurry, so I stop ogling him and head for the deli section. At the deli counter I take a number and then chose two crusty sub rolls. I'm waiting impatiently for the woman, two customers ahead of me, one who's tasting every fucking cheese in the case trying to decide which one she wants. After making a major production out of it, she chooses one and orders a quarter pound of it. Of all the fucking nerve, holding everyone up for a quarter pound of cheese! While waiting, I'm unconsciously smelling the back of my wrist, then a hand grips the back of my neck for a little squeeze. I turn and see Dougie Hamilton. "Hi, Dylan, were you smelling the back of your wrist just now?" I go, "Dougie boy, yeah I guess I was. Wonder who I picked that silly habit up from?" He chuckles, "I'm flattered. I've been doing that all my life and I can't stop doing it for the life of me. Huh, and you picked up the habit just seeing me do it?" I go, "Apparently. It's disturbing to learn it's an unbreakable habit. Why couldn't you be a nail biter or something?" He says, "It's hard to break that habit too," and he bumps his ass against my hip, "You still going to be my mentor at Merrimack?" I go, "Sure, why not. Have you decided what you're going to do about your, um, unusual hair style?" He has very black hair that's cut a normal medium length, except for a fairly large group of long bangs on either side of his head that hang down to his chin, framing his pale face... sorta like black drapes on a window. He's got dark eyes and full red lips with a very pale complexion. Looking at him brings back the Dracula/choirboy contradiction I thought of the first time I saw him. A young Dracula on the one hand, but with a haircut adjustment to go with his cute angelic face, he could also be a choirboy. He's very slim, about my height, with long legs accentuated by the very short shorts he's wearing again today. Some short dark hairs on his calves, but none on his thighs or arms. Nice biceps too, but his wrist are quite thin and the thinness is accented by the oversized wristwatch he's wearing. Damn, he has sexy legs though. I ask, "Shopping with your mom again?" He goes, "Nah, I'm with a couple of friends," and he nods towards two kids over by the imported cheese section, who I immediately think 'gay' when I look at them. Just something about them. Hmmm, interesting. Dougie says, "What do you think I should do with my hair?" I say, "I've been giving guys haircuts for almost ten years. Come over my place and we'll figure it out together. My friends get free haircuts." He goes, "Cool, but it'll need to be at Merrimack because my folks and me are going to Lake Winnipesaukee for two weeks starting tomorrow." I say, "Well, you have my cell phone number, call me, dude." He holds out his fist and I bump it with mine. Then he hesitates, looks at me shyly, and after two seconds he mumbles, "You're hot, Dylan. I'll call you." His face blushes as he turns; then, smelling the back of his wrist he hurries over to join his giggling friends. Kids, ya know, but like I said, he's interesting alright. As I'm wondering about Dougie's parting comment, a second deli clerk comes out from wherever he was goofing off and calls my number. Looking at him I see a sexy young fellow with a cool tan and awesome blond hair in a buzz cut. Buzz cuts and blond hair are the perfect match and it makes me think of Red Sox reliever, Daniel Bard, who is smoking hot and gorgeous, although unfortunately married. I've never seen this blond headed deli kid before so I give him my hundred watt smiles, which he manages to accept without whipping out his dick. He's got a bored expression on his face, as he asks in a monotone, "Whaddaya need, sport?" What an asshole, and I just realized his nose is too big! I tell him what I need, emphasizing the roast beef is to be sliced very thinly. He slices a piece and holds it up for me to see. I mutter, "Thinner than that, if you don't mind." I guess he does minds because he twists his mouth giving me a look, like, 'Really?' I stare back at him with a 'look' of my own. Some people just don't get that they're the employee here and I'm the customer, who they need to please. Apparently big nose doesn't care about that because he slices three-quarters of a pound of roast beef in the same thickness I already rejected. He wraps it up, asking, "What else ya want?" as he's holding out the package of thickly sliced roast beef. I give him my best dead eyed stare, turn and walk away without the roast beef. Dropping the rolls back in the bin, I'm kinda surprised I get no response from schnozzle nose. Blond hair is wasted on some guys. Well, guess I'm gonna see Travis after all because I'm not serving Chubby thickly sliced roast beef for lunch. At least the delicatessen is on the way home. I drive there a little pissed-off that I need to do it, then when I'm inside I see Travis behind the counter of the cold cuts section. Damn, he's good looking, and with a hot body too.. nice hairless arms. As I'm smelling the back of my wrist, Travis gives me a big grin and a friendly greeting, "Hi, Dylan, always nice to see your face. What can I get for you?" I tell him, and he goes, "I'll open a fresh roast beef for you," and he does. Then he slices off a slice I can almost see through, holds it up for my approval, and I go, "Awesome, Travis, it's nice dealing with a professional when he's doing his thing." He smiles, and finishes slicing. "Anything else today?" I tell him a quarter pound of sharp provolone and he slices that thin also. Now I'm patting myself on the back for rejecting the roast beef the proboscis-challenged Stop & Shop deli clerk offered. I ask for slices of Kosher pickles and Travis takes one out of the jar and slices a fresh one for me, then he hands me the three wrapped items, saying, "We just got in some fresh sub rolls from the bakery. They won't be put out for sale until tomorrow, but would you like a couple?" I go, "Yeah, thanks." There's nothing like fresh baked rolls. He goes in the back and brings out two awesome looking sub rolls that still have that just-baked smell that I notice from here. He wraps them up, saying, "Enjoy," and that's it. No mention of Robby, which I appreciate. Heh heh, I wonder if I could steal Travis from Robby? Not that I'd ever do that, but if Robby dumps him I might be getting cold cuts here on a regular basis. Travis has that pink and white, fresh-looking mouth. Super white teeth and pink everything else inside his mouth. Looks delicious actually. Candy lips and sugar candy kisses I'll bet. I could maybe style his hair a little better, although that's about all the changes he'd need. Gee, Travis and Robby make a real cute couple alright, but then so would Travis and me. After choosing two big wedges of blueberry pie in plastic containers, I pay for everything and hustle out to the car to get home in time for the posse boys. When I'm parking the Jeep I see the three posse boys sitting up there on my front stoop. I've enjoyed giving these kids shampoos and haircuts, mostly because they're young guys. Doesn't even matter that they're 'straight' because they all sit there docilely for me through the whole procedure. Haircuts are about the only thing straight guys will tolerate another guy doing with as much physical contact with them as I do... and that's true even though they know very well I'm gay. It's not sexual contact of course, but I enjoy the feel of their heads, bare chest, shoulders, and backs. They seem to like it as well, or most of them do anyway. When I reach the guys they all stand up and we do the posse greeting, from habit, then I unlock the door and we go inside. After putting the cold cuts and pickles in the refrigerator I follow the guys downstairs. Manny's getting his haircut first, so Mark and Jameson watch TV. They all have short haircut from the last time they were here, but their hair's become shaggy looking. It won't be for long though. I do the shampoo and a quick shoulder massage for Manny, but he doesn't have a personal scent that registers with me so it's not even close to a turn-on. I still enjoy myself because of the aforementioned reasons given. His haircut takes ten minutes and then he's feeling it and shaking his head, mumbling, "Why does Ray think this is a cool haircut. I feel like I'm scalped," I shrug muttering, "Sorry, Manny, I'm just following orders." He grins at me and pats my back, muttering, "I know, thanks, Dylan. It's free at least." Mark's not as friendly today as he's been recently, but I've noticed he can be moody at times so I don't take it personally. He gets the same haircut and instead of bitching about it, he mutters, "Thanks," because, like Manny said, it's free. Then Jameson who does have a sexy scent, is last. He doesn't have a gay bone in his body and he's one of the ones who still acts uncomfortable about me shampooing his hair, so I don't do any massaging at all. As I'm blow drying his hair, I say, "Jameson, I don't know if you'll want to take advantage of my free haircuts as the posse breaks up, but if you do there isn't any reason you need to have the salon treatment. Just a haircut is fine with me." He goes, "Well, can we ask for any kind of haircut from now on?" I go, "As far as I'm concerned, definitely." He goes, "Good, thanks, Dylan. Yeah, I feel funny having a guy shampoo my hair, but you're a good barber so I'd like to continue getting my haircut here." So, that's settled. From now on they'll tell me how they want their hair cut, and frankly I feel much better about that too, although I'd be lying if I said it wasn't awesomely cool doing the really short haircuts this summer. The guys help clean up the barbershop while I'm taking a really fast shower and then we go down and get in Jameson's car. I automatically get in the back wondering who will be back here with me. It turns out to be Mark, so somehow among us four he's number three in the pecking order. There's probably an explanation for that, but I'm not interested in what it is. I like the guys, but the posse bull shit was getting old and I'm glad it's breaking up. During the drive all three of the guys keep feeling their really short hair as we talk about sports and the opening of Patriots training camp. We get to the basketball courts just as the two teams are beginning their lay up drills at opposite ends of the court. I sit on the end of the posse boys group and looking down the row and see everyone with the same short burr haircut. I gotta say it's cool looking and gives my dick a little buzz. I'm the only one with a different haircut, a Sonny haircut. Speaking of Sonny, here he comes, grinning at me. He says to me and Mark, who I'm sitting next to, "This is my seat, Mark," and he insinuates his cute ass in between Mark and me. Mark gives him a dirty look so I move down to avoid a possible confrontation between those two. Sonny wiggles in beside me smirking at me and I have to grin back at him. He rubs my head leaning in to whisper, "You need another haircut," and my dick moves in my pants thinking about the sexy trance I get in when Sonny's in charge. Shaking my head 'no' I whisper, "You just cut my hair Saturday, you muppet. Anyway, I'm letting my hair grow out for a ponytail." He laughs, "No you're not, you're getting it cut however I want to cut it." I smell the back of my wrist sucking on my lips because the way he said that gave me a boner. Damn! For me, Sonny's hard to resist. Although he's awesome too, Devon's not anything like Sonny and if I must choose, well, like I said... for me, Sonny's almost impossible to resist. He's got his arm across my shoulders, whispering, "Saturday night it's you and me over at my house. The rents are going to a party and Devon's got a date with Annie." He smells so awesomely sexy and looks so cute. He also reminds me of Junior and that thought has me licking my lips. What would a three-way with Sonny and Junior be like? Holy shit! Trying to act blasé, I tell Sonny, "Well, little fellow, I hate to ruin your fantasy, but I'll be away this weekend." He chuckles, "It's your fantasy as much as mine, Dylan. Isn't it? You get so submissive for this so-called 'little fellow' here, you fall right under my spell and I love it! I love you too." I mutter, "Oh brother, that's a good one, Sonny," but the part about me falling under his spell is true. I'd like to be under his spell right now as a matter of fact. Hmmm, it'll be interested to see if I still fall under John's spell this weekend. I'm quite nervous about the coming weekend, but I'm not chickening out on it. I want to experience something dangerously exciting and sexy. Then I feel someone staring at me and glance down the line of posse boys and there's Devon staring at Sonny and me. I look at him and shrug pointing at Sonny, then opening my hands, spreading them with my palms out, like, 'I'm innocent, what am I suppose to do? It's Sonny, fer chrissakes'. Devon actually grins and shrugs 'cause nobody knows what to do about Sonny. Most everyone likes him, he just has an infectious personality full of energy and he uses it to get his own way. He's like Dodger in that regard. I can't wait to see Dodger again, by the way. The game starts and it's a tight one. Whichever team wins tonight makes the summer league playoffs so it's kinda rough out there on the court, and entertaining to watch. After the second quarter it's all tied up, so we all hit the refreshment stand. I've had no dinner so I'm getting a couple of cheeseburgers. Waiting in line with Sonny goosing me, Devon comes up and acts shy, saying, "Oh, hi, Dylan," then to Sonny, "Stop bothering Dylan." I go, "Hi yourself, Devon. How's everything going?" He grins, saying, "I'm barely holding on," and I can't help but chuckle. It's more of a nervous chuckle than anything else because he's alluding to being barely able to resist doing it again with me, but I hope he's exaggerating more than anything else. I smirk, asking, "Are you fairly positive you'll be able to hold on?" He laughs, and Sonny asks, "Holding on about what, Devon?" His brother says, "Wouldn't you like to know, little brother?" Sonny says, "Yeah, I would. What is it?" Devon says, "Life, and life only," and he ruffles Sonny's short orange hair. Sonny grins and gives Devon a hug. They're close brothers. When I first met Sonny he said Devon was his idol, but I'm not sure if he still is, although I hope so. Devon gets over the shyness of us meeting for the first time after having sex together and the three of us joke around in line until it's our turn at the counter. I order the cheeseburgers and fries, plus a large Coke. When we've all got our food we join the other posse boys at a picnic table. After an abbreviated version of the posse greeting all around, we eat and wisecrack about each other's haircut. None of us wore the posse boy's red baseball caps because Ray said not to. He wants to show off all the guys with the same haircut. Who knows why, or to who he thinks he showing us off to? The food is amazingly good as they actually cook the burgers and hot dogs over a charcoal grill... they're absolutely delicious. So it's a good, healthy dinner for me. Some fans for the other neighborhood's team are sitting at a table two down from ours. They hear Manny mention our team and begin taunting us, mocking our haircuts. Some of them look like adults, so what the fuck? Mark exchanges insults with one kid who looks as if he's about twenty-five, but before things escalate we hear the whistle indicating the start of the third quarter. On the way to dump our trash there's some shoving and threats between our groups until one of the adult types tells everyone to grow up and it peters out to an exchange of insults and empty threats, but that's all it amounts too. Very few guys actually want to fight, but they can't resist running their mouth off. I didn't get involved because it's basically high school shit, and some of it might even qualified as middle school shit. Very immature behavior. Walking back to the bleachers, Devon asks, "Do you need a ride home, Dylan?" I say, "Well, I came in Jameson's car, um, who'd you drive over with?" He says, "Just me, Sonny came later on his motorbike and Bean drove the rest of the guys." We sit next to each other as the game begins again, and I ask, "What about meeting all the guys at Sunnydales after the game?" He says, "That's the thing, Ray's either gonna be celebrating with his team if they win or having a breakup party with the team if they lose. I don't know if any of the guys are going to Sunnydales, but it isn't something we need to do." I see, Sonny coming up the bleachers, so I quickly tell Devon, "In that case, yeah, I need a ride home." Sonny gets between Devon and me grinning, saying, "Ah, my two favorite posse boys," and I ask him how his motorbike buddy, Jamie's, doing. He goes, "Don't let him hear you call him Jamie, he likes Jamison," and we talk about the coincidence of there being a Jameson Doyle and a Jamison Coyle in the same neighborhood. This steers Sonny away from his flirting. After a few of minutes, the couple in front of us turns around, muttering to us, "Do you mind, we're trying to enjoy the game here." Apparently our chatter is annoying them. Devon says, "Sorry," and gives Sonny and me a frown. Speaking of immature behavior, Sonny makes a goofy face at me and I almost break out laughing, but I do a couple of fake coughs instead. Jesus, Sonny's funny and really cute. We watch the game and get involved in it because it's turned into the best game of the summer. It goes into overtime with the lead never more then two points and then finally Ray's team wins with a desperation shot from inside the half court circle that swishes through for three points. They win by two and there's the expected high five-ing and hugging on the court by the winners as the losers hang their heads and walk off, muttering, "Lucky fuckers." We're clapping and then a fight breaks out in the bleachers below us, which we're thankfully not involved in. Probably a fan of the losing team being taunted by a fan of the winning team. Immature behavior, like I said before. At the moment I'm far from being pissed off about anything or anybody, so I don't need to fight. If someone pisses me off, that's another story, then I resort to immature behavior myself. Still, it's better to take the high road whenever possible and then look down your nose at those who can't... ha ha. We're waiting to congratulate Ray, who finally looks up at us with his hands over his head as a sign of victory, and a huge smile on his face. He looks pretty good, and I never said he didn't have a hot body. He comes up in the stands taking the bleachers two at a time and starts hugging us all. He gets to me and we hug, with me saying, "Awesome win, Ray." His unusual BO scent and sweaty body gets to me a little and I hug him too hard and, with a boner in my pants, I kiss him. He says, "Thanks, baby, but you had your chance twice. I'm sorry, but you'll need to wait in line for my attention." He lets go of me and hugs Devon as I fume at myself for kissing him. It just seemed natural after the summer we've had together. My boner goes down quickly as Devon's saying to me quietly, "Let's sneak out while it's still a little nutty around here." I grab Jameson's arm to tell him I've got a ride home. Sonny and the other posse boys surround Ray, patting him on the back and talking excitedly, all at once. Devon and I negotiate our way through the remaining people in the bleachers and hop down to the ground from the third row, and then we're behind the bleachers in a flash. Devon wipes his mouth glancing back, asking, "Do ya think anyone saw us?" I shrug, "I don't know, what's it matter if they did?" He goes, "Yeah, as far as any of them know I'm just giving you a ride home, right? Damn, since last night I've been thinking everyone is looking at me. It's my guilty conscience I guess, and I know I haven't done anything so terrible, but here I am doing it again, ya know?" I say, "We don't have to do it, Devon, and frankly I don't think we should if it's making you go a little crazy. It's no good if you feel guilty about it." We get in his mom's car, and Devon asks, "Um, aren't you, you know, feeling a little guilty too. You're cheating on your boyfriend, Dickers, right?" I say, "We have an open relationship, Devon. We're both mature enough to realize we need to first sow our wild oats before anything else can develop." He asks, "Getting it out of your system first, is that it?" I go, "Exactly, and when we're ready, we'll be exclusively each others with no cheating." He starts the car, "Hey, I thought you told me I wasn't cheating because I haven't two-timed Annie with another girl." I say, "Calm down, Devon, I wasn't implying you're cheating. I just said that when Robby and I pledge to be true to each other they'll be no cheating for us. Every time you hear the word cheating, do you assume it's referring to you?" He goes, "I was talking to Annie on the phone earlier and she said I sounded funny. Any second I was sure she'd ask if I was cheating on her." We're on the highway now and I need to resolve if we are or aren't going to do it tonight because the turn off for the spot Ray used to bring me to is coming up. I ask, "Do you feel you need to think about this some more?" He glances over at me as I'm glancing at the speedometer. Devon's driving thirty-five miles an hour in a fifty mile an hour zone. I force a grin, and say, "Um, Devon, I know what they say about backseat drivers, but you're gonna get us rear ended, dude." he looks down, nods his head, and puts the hammer down to zoom all the way up to forty-three miles an hour. Devon's concentrating on the road at this breakneck speed, saying, "No, I don't need to think anymore about you and me doing it. I'd rather have a guilty conscience than this longing I have... this constant yearning to experience doing it with you again. I'm all gushy inside, my stomach has a weird feeling and there's something going on around my groin." Hmmm, I'm curious, "Um, Devon, forgive me for prying, but do you and Annie have regular sex?" He says, "That's kinda personal, Dylan. Let's just say Annie and I are respectful of each other's sexual needs and we're careful about it too. Um, girls don't have the same sex drive as guys, in case you didn't know, no offense intended." I mutter, "None taken," as I try deciphering his explanation of his sex with Annie, and decide what he said could mean almost anything, but probably means it's none of my business, and he's right. There are guys who boast about their sexual conquests and then there are guys like Devon. The question is, who gets the most sex between the boastful and the closed-mouth guys? Very possibly it's neither, but on the other hand it could mean they're both screwing around the clock. Sex is a tricky topic so it's best to avoid it. I say, "So, did you enjoy doing 'it' with me? I mean more than you expected." He says, "Yeah, you could say that, except I kinda thought I'd enjoy it before we did it, and I was right and I think it was because of you. Except for that one non-sexual crush I had on that kid, Buttons, in the seventh grade, I've never considered doing anything with another guy that has anything to do with sex. Then I met this cute, sexy wizard, who cast a spell on me." I say, "Really? Was that a nightmare you had?" He says, "No, it's you, silly. You're the wizard." I go, "Oh sure, blame it on me." He chuckles, "Yeah, it's all your fault, Wizard." I mumble, "Turn right at the next traffic light and I'll show you were Ray and I parked a couple of times." He comes to almost a complete stop while making the right hand turn, and we really do almost get rear-ended, which considering what we're going to be doing shortly might be appropriate. Not really though...ha ha. I say, "Here, Devon, turn onto that dirt road and go about a quarter mile... you'll come to a clearing in the woods. How Ray found this spot I can't imagine, but it's really hidden." Devon mutters, "And spooky too," so I say, "What's with you and spooky, Devon? You said it was spooky last night too." He goes, "Well it is spooky way out here in never-never land. It'd be a perfect spot for one of those slicer-movie madmen to attack and cut our heads off." I mutter, "Jesus, now you're spooking me." He parks in the clearing that's lit fairly well by the moon, so it's not especially dark although the woods all around us are dark as a pocket. In the woods the tree leaf cover blocks the moon shine and so it's pitch black in there. Damn, I never gave it a thought when I was here with Ray, but this is a very isolated spot and it is spooky. I touch my cell phone, rehearsing in my head how I'd describe how the swat team would get to this place after our emergency 911 call for help. Ya know, when the one eyed man with a machete is hacking away at the car. Devon turns off the car's engine and suggests we crawl over the front seats to get in the back without needing to step outside unnecessarily. "No sense disturbing the boogie man," Devon mumbles, as we're clumsily negotiating our way over the front seat's headrests. In the backseat we're getting undressed, both of us looking around outside for anything suspicious. I say, "You've done a hell of a job making us jittery, Devon." He goes, "I just, I don't know, feel creepy here." I've just pulled my underwear off, saying, "We don't need to stay here. If you're uncomfortable lets leave." He grabs my arm, "Did you see that?" I go, "No, what?" and he's like, "A flashlight in the woods, or someone striking a match maybe. Look, what's that?" Looking around, I say, "Goddammit, Devon, you're making me nervous." He points out the side window, "See that tiny light that's bobbing." I get on my knees behind him on the seat with my hands on his shoulders, the side of my head next to his, as I stare out the window and see a red dot that seems to be moving. I'm like, "What the fuck is that?" I feel Devon shrug his shoulders, then I go, "It's a cigarette! Someone's walking through the woods towards this clearing with a cigarette. Towards us." Devon starts scrambling, trying to get over the front seat with only his underwear on. I say, "Wait a fucking second, wait a second!" He looks questioningly at me as I pull hard upward on the headrest and it comes off. Devon mutters, "Brilliant," and starts sliding over onto the front seat and ends up with his hands on the floor near the gas pedal. Cursing, he struggles straightening himself upright with his legs all over the place. I say, "The cigarette's running through the woods now," as I see a figure leave the woods and enter the clearing we're parked in, and he's heading right for us. In the moonlight I see there are actually three people running towards us, one of them with a cigarette between his fingers. They appear to be males, but I can't tell their age. Devon's got the car started and he guns the engine, but we go nowhere. I ask, "Is it in neutral?" He nods his head and shifts into 'drive', flooring it again while looking at the window. The three males are thirty feet away closing fast. Then something hits the side of the car, "Thud." Devon's giving it so much gas the back wheels are spinning in the long grass so much the back of the car is fish tailing. As calmly as I can, I say, "Ease up on the gas, Devon, and just get started moving forward." He nods his head and lets up on the gas and the car moves forward as two more object hit the car, "Thud, thud." We've moving forward faster then they are so the distance grows between us until we're down the dirt road a couple of hundred feet and I can't see them anymore. I look out the back window, mumbling, "Good job, Devon. We're outta here, dude." he says, "I think I peed my underwear," and he laughs nervously. We bounce over a rut in the dirt road and then we're on a paved road. Looking out the back window I see we're leaving a rolling wave of dirty dust in our wake. Safely on the paved road Devon roars the car engine all the way up to forty miles an hour, asking, "What was that all about? Do you have any idea?" I mutter, "Probably kids having fun scaring lover's lane people. On the other side of the woods, about a quarter mile, there's a large apartment complex just off route 9 near the Mass Pike. A little further down is the Framingham Golf Club, a private course." he says, "Really? Man, I know where you mean, but never guessed we were that close to the Mass Pike. If it was three kids we should have gotten out and kicked some ass." I say, "Oh sure, naked we'd be quite the fighting force. But if ya wanna get dressed I'll go back with you to teach those pecker heads a lesson?" He chuckles, "Um, probably not. They might not be kids and if they are kids maybe they're big, mean, crazy-ass kids on drugs." I go, "They're crazy-asses for sure or why would they be charging us and throwing shit at the car." Devon pulls off the road so we can both get dressed, and a little further up the road we approach a gas station so Devon pulls in and we get out to access the damage to the car. He wipes his hand over a dirty smudge on the car's trunk lid, asking, "Dirt balls?" I shrug, "Maybe clods of weed pulled out by the roots as they ran towards us heaving them at the car." "Assholes," mutters Devon. We get back in, "Any suggestions, Dylan?" I shrug again, as I say, "I guess we could try down by the quarry, although we're probably not gonna be alone there. It's a pretty popular area for all kinds of illegal goings on" He says, "Well, goddammit, I'm determined to do this tonight because I can't get it off my mind. Let's give it a try." I'm kinda flattered Devon's so hot to trot with me, and I'd like to have a good fuck myself, plus Devon's sure willing, sexy, and able... so sure, the quarry it is. It's a ten minute ride during which we continue speculating on the weird happenings in the open area in the middle of the woods. Devon says, "Isn't it creepy I had the premonition that something was afoot?" I go, "A foot? What the hell's that mean?" He goes, "Mischief is afoot. I think Sherlock Holmes used to say that, or maybe it was Watson." Well, I never read a Sherlock Holmes story in my life, so I just mutter, "Oh, yeah," as Devon turns onto a gravel road and we're soon looking down at the reservoir fifty feet below. Daredevil kids jump off from here into the water hoping they don't land on one of the rocks that's just under the surface of the water in some spots. Stupid, ya know, but kids do the dumbest things. There's one car on the other side of the quarry so it's almost the same as us being here alone. This is usually a spot where couples come to do lover lane stuff, or swim ignoring the 'No Trespassing' signs, or smoke some grass. Unfortunately the police are aware of this, and when they get bored they'll drive in to hassle kids from time to time. I ask, "Do ya have any premonitions about this place, Devon?" He laughs, "Nope, I'm fairly positive I don't, which don't mean shit of course. Get in the back now. I'm excited again." Huh, even Devon appears to have picked-up unconsciously that he's in charge. Jesus, I must be putting out signals I'm totally unaware of and guys pick up on the signals as unconsciously as I am putting them out. Very interesting. We bravely get out of the car this time instead of going over the front seats. In the back, Devon pulls his shirt over his head, saying, "I've got to do that doggie style sex on you again, Dylan. Oh my God, that was so hot and sexy." He looks at me then, and I mutter, "And, um, so are you hot and sexy, by the way." He's attractive to me, although he doesn't especially look like anyone I know, not even his brother all that much. Well, he does have some similar facial features and a light complexion, so there some common features with Sonny, but not with anyone else I know. There are so many different ways a guy can be attractive and sexy in my mind. He says, "Get your clothes off, Dylan," as he pulls off his shorts. Oh, so cool the way he said that. It was almost bossy, so to reinforce the idea that Devon's in charge, I say, "Oh, of course, Devon. Um, do you want me to suck your dick first?" He looks at me, seemingly to check that I'm serious. Then he nods his head, muttering, "Yeah, I guess." I ask, "Do you want me on the floor between your legs, or what?" He looks at me again to see if I've got a serious expression on my face, or if I'm putting him on sarcastically. He says, "Why are you asking me how to do this? You're the expert." I say, "Well, yeah, but you're the 'top' so you call the shots. I'm just trying to find out what you want. It's my role to please you." He frowns, "Really, you're serious?" I go, "Of course," and like Sonny, he asks, "Is that how you did it with Ray?" I shrug, "Yeah, very much so. He was quite demanding actually." His eyebrows go up, "Hmmm," he says, "Yeah, with Ray that doesn't surprise me. I can't believe he dumped you though, he must be nuts." I go, "Ray's kinda eccentric, don't ya think?" Devon's like, "We're so used to him I guess we don't notice, but this is you and me and now I'm the top, so yeah, you get on your knees between my legs and I'll finally get a blow job done properly for the first time in my life. This is cool, Dylan, and, um, thanks." Well, the 'thanks' sort of screwed up the bossiness by turning it into gratefulness, but one must make do." We're both bare-ass naked so I get between Devon's legs on my knees. There's something on the floor under my right knee so I reach down and brush away a bottle cap. Devon looks at me, then tentatively runs his fingers through my hair, quietly saying, "This is so cool of you, Dylan." I say, "Your wish is my command when you're the 'top', Devon. And I'm glad to do it because as I've mentioned I think you're sexy and cute." He wets his lips, then mutters, "Thanks," and rubs my shoulders with both hands, then says, "Suck my cock." Oh boy, I like that, so I nod my head and do what I'm told. Picking up his cock in two fingers, I lick the head and then get my tongue way out to lick up and down the shaft. Devon raises himself off the seat with a hand on either side of him, going, "Mmmm, mmm." My fingers go through his pubic hairs massaging around his groin, then I pick up his balls and do a long lick up the back of his scrotum, and then do it again. There's a very sexy boyish scent to Devon that's very much like Sonny's, so that another thing they have in common. Dropping his nuts, I lick the front of his scrotum, then wet down his pubic hair with six or seven licks. Devon's sitting on the seat again, but squirming around like mad making sounds with his lips tightly together, "Umm, umm, um, um, mmmm." My eyes are at the top of their sockets looking him in the eyes. He almost looks scared, but it's probably anticipation. Devon nods his head as if to encourage me as I hold his slightly firm dick in my fingers while plucking two hairs from the roof of my mouth, then suck on the head of his cock, and he moans, "Ooooh, oooh shit, that feels good." Sucking two inches of his cock's shaft into my mouth, my lips slurp on the shaft as my tongue laps at the head getting his cock very hard. He's got his hands on the seat again lifting his ass up with him moaning, "Mmmmm, oooh my God," and a big pearl of precum drools onto my tongue. His cock is officially a hard boner now so I suck more of the shaft into my moist warm mouth as my acrobatic tongue smoothly laps at as much of it as I can reach. Sucking his very nice cock has my own cock boning-up nicely too. I'm really into sucking and licking his delicious cock now as spit's running down my chin. It's awesomely sexy for a couple of minutes until Devon pushes my shoulders back as he pulls his wet shiny boner from my mouth. He did the same thing last night so I was ready for it and covered my teeth with my lips just in time to ensure a smooth exit for his wickedly hard boner. Devon's head is back against the seat as he takes deep breaths, his cock poking straight up in the air all shiny with spit. I look at his shiny boner and imagine it up my ass, groping myself at the thought. He pants a little, then mutters, "I almost lost my load. Get up here on the seat on all fours now." Oh good, he's catching on. I mutter, "Right away, Devon," to help reinforce the idea to him that he's in charge, but he looks at me, again not sure if I'm serious. I climb up on the seat and get on my hands and knees looking back at Devon. He's staring at my ass, but he hasn't moved... he's still sitting in the seat. He nods to himself and then gets behind me on his knees putting his hand on my butt cheek to balance himself as he gets up. With a hand on both buttocks now, he spreads them, then closes his hands kneading each cheek before lining up his cock head. Putting pressure on my anus just enough to get the head of his cock halfway inside my rectum and its spreading the lips of my anus nicely. He mutters, "This is so awesome, I can hardly believe it's happening again." Gripping my hips with a hand on each, he does a little thrust and the head of his cock disappears inside me with both of us moaning, "Oooh, mmmm." I'm still looking back seeing Devon biting his bottom lip; then, after taking a deep breath, he mutters, "I'm going to do this slowly so we both enjoy it longer then last time." Pushing forward his cock slides tightly up my ass two inches or so and my back arches as I'm making a hissing sound between my teeth, savoring the full feeling back there and ignoring the slight hurt of the rather quick penetration. Devon's made a circle with his lips now as he blows out a long exhale, then murmurs, "Oh my God, this feel fantastic." He moves his hands to cup my shoulders now and slowly pulls himself into me, forcing his cock all the way in and causing my shoulders to shutter as I moan, "Aaaaaa, oooh, ash, aaaaah, yeah, Devon." Glancing back at him again, I see him shivering like a chill just ran through his body, his cheeks are puffed out, his face red, and then his shoulders shudder just like mine do. It's all reactions to the incredible sensations that makes your eyes blink and your shoulders shudder. He lays his chest on my back and hugs around my stomach tightly with both arms. I love the feeling of his smooth body against my back, his groin tightly against my butt cheeks, and his good sized boner filling my rectum. My ass muscles tighten on their own embracing Devon's hard as steel boner. He moans, "Uuummm, mmmm," and pulls his cock back until the neck ring under the head is distending the lips of my asshole. Then back up my ass goes the hard head of his cock and we both moan, "Aaaaaah, yeah." He withdraws faster and immediately pushes it right back up my ass and I feel his whole body shudder as it lays on my back. I'm so glad he's doing this slower so this sexual act can be drawn-out as long as possible. It's feels so perfectly sexy and it awesomely arousing. His scent is filling the car along with the unmistakable smell of sex. We're both sweating in the summer heat with the windows up, and the heated sweat from our bodies adds to the sexy thrill of it all. Devon does two quicker withdrawals and thrust, moaning again, "Ummmm, oooh, goddamn, this is so hot," and he does five quick thrusts, then lifts up, cups my shoulders and abandons all pretenses of fucking me slowly. He begins slamming his boner up my ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," and I'm in ecstasy... my anus and prostate are sizzling with the most erotically special sensations as I grovel on the seat making a total ass of myself moaning and groaning and humping back into his thrusts as if it's the first time I've ever been fucked. Devon's out of control now hammering his cock up my ass, and "Slap, slap, slap," go the sounds of male fucking with his groin slapping against my quivering butt cheeks and his fingers digging into my shoulders. He's grunting out a constant mantra of, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," with each drive of his stone hard cock up my ass. Two minutes of ecstasy and then the sensations become overwhelming so my head drops to the seat. Devon moans, "Aaaah, mmmm," almost a whine as he stands bending over, his knees bent, fucking me harder driving his boner up my ass even faster. Thirty seconds of that and my cock moves away from my belly, quivers as I squeal with cum pouring out of my cock straight down to splatter on the seat with my hips humping and my body jerking around. Devon's got a death grip on my hips now, but when four more shots of cum leaves my cock in a hurry, the scintillatingly sensations on my hard cock gets my body jerking forward so hard his boner pulls from my ass and he shoots a long stream of cum up my back, the spray reaching my neck. Devon smacks my ass hard, "SMACK!" and gets his cock back inside my rectum to ejaculate cum inside my rectum, enough to make it warm and slippery in there. I'm moaning quietly with the fleeting sensations of orgasm teasing my cock, balls, all around my stomach, and my quivering over-sensitized anus. Then he pulls his cock out of my ass and collapses back against the seat stroking himself and moaning quietly with his eyes closed. My heart's beating fast as I take deep breaths still savoring lingering sensations from my climax. I stay in this three stance position of my forehead and knees for about a minute until I can think straight again, then reach in the pocket behind the passenger seat where Devon's pulled tissues last night. Grabbing a fistful of tissues I hold them back for Devon, who uses them to wipe his cum off my back. Grabbing more tissues I hold them against my asshole and flop over to sit next to Devon. He pats my thigh lazily, then rubs it, asking quietly, "How ya doing, Dylan?" I mutter, "Um, ah, good, Devon, thanks for asking." He puts his arm around my neck and pulls my head over to him to kiss the side of my forehead and hold the kiss for awhile. I nestle in against him not thinking about anything in particular, merely enjoying the just-fucked pleasure sensations. It's hard to imagine anyone who enjoys being fucked up the ass as much as I do, but that's probably what a lot of young gay guys think. Devon continues holding my head next to his as he rubs his nose back and forth against the side of my head, then mumbles, "Nobody smells as good as you, Dylan. It's the strangest thing, but I've never got turned on from the way anyone's smells like I do with you. It's why I was doing the no-no of rubbing my cheek against your's doing the posse greeting. I'm hooked on you now just like many others were, and are, I'd be willing to bet. It's got my brain scrambled, it really does. You've got my brain scrambled and you weren't even trying to do that. Hell, I came on to you and you've been so nice to accommodate me and even let me decide what we're going to do. Oh man, I'm fucked-up in the head over you..." Well, I'm a little disappointed he seems so distressed about that. What's so bad about being hooked on me anyway? I says, "Don't stress too much over it, Devon. Um, it's been my experience guys get over crushes quite easily, and as I told you before, you've got a crush on me, nothing more or less." Of course it might be true he just has a crush, but I can't say I remember many, if anyone, who got tired of me before I got tired of them. Maybe 'tired' isn't exactly the right word for it... someone who's drifted away from me. That's what you'd think should happen once in awhile, although it doesn't seem to happen with guys I've known sexually. Ray dumped me because I wouldn't act towards him like his girlfriend, Maryanne, does and not because he's drifted away due to lack of interest. Hell, the day after he 'thinks' he dumped me he was back propositioning me. Not that it did him any good. None of this am I telling Devon though because it might make him worry even more. He goes, "I feel so guilty about sweet Annie. I love her, but the sex with you is off the charts and irresistible now that I've experienced it," and he rubs his nose in my hair again. Jesus, I guess Devon's got an infatuation to go along with his crush. I'd be telling little white lie number 6087 if I said I'm not a little bit flattered by Devon's reaction to me. Trying to make him feel better, I say, "You just said you love Annie, so concentrate on that. Sure, we can have some buddy sex once in awhile, but Annie's the one you love, not me. Love beats sex every time." He asks, "Really? You're so much more experienced and mature than me with things like sex and love. With everything actually. I feel like a kid sometimes when I'm with you." Oh brother, does he have me read wrong. I mumble, "I'm almost two years older then you, Devon. Give yourself a chance, dude." He goes, "Right there, Dylan, you showed how much more mature you are. Do you think it's just because you're a little older?" I go, "Of course it is, not that I'm as mature as you think I am anyway. There are more mature kids my age than me." He mutters, "You're so modest, it's a very attractive trait," then he lifts my head and his lips meet mine. Like I mentioned before, Devon's got the kissing down just right. He and Annie must have some hot make-outs. Devon's and my make-out gets pretty hot too, and soon he's moaning in his throat again. I feel his cock, it's real hard bumping against my thigh. He swings his leg over mine and sits on my lap facing me, like I did to him last night, and his tongue explores my mouth, licking my tongue and teeth and gums. It's so fucking sexy with his arms around my neck, and his scent really sexy to me now too. My hands are all over him until Devon, showing more strength than I thought he had, stands up and gets under my thighs with both his arms turning me over on the seat. He grunts, "Get on all fours again," and smacks my ass hard, "SMACK!!" The sound of the slap reverberates in my ears as my smacked ass stings. I scamper up on my hands and knees and he's behind me quickly. His boner at my asshole, then a big thrust by Devon and his boned-up cock goes up my ass about three inches, but doesn't hurt because my rectum's still loose from his first fuck and because of residual spunk from twenty minutes ago which helps his boner slide in tightly, but easily. He pumps my ass hard and fast right from the start, and then he picks up speed as he goes, "Slap, slap,slap, slap, slap," real fast as his crotch smacks against my ass. He grunts with each thrust and keeps it up steadily for quite awhile. It's awesome and sexy and hot, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," with Devon's "Umpt, umpt, umpt, umpt," grunts with each thrust and slap sound. He has the car rocking slight from the constant pounding as the top of my head hits the door with each fast hard penetration. I'm moaning now, engulfed in sexual delights, wonderful sensations coming off my prostate again and my anus is sparkling with incredible feelings that make me want to squeal with pleasure. I don't how long Devon fucks me, but I need to admire his stamina and then my second climax is on me and I do squeal then from the pleasure of my cock pumping out four more little shots of spunk that feels like a river of cum to me. I'm shaking so hard I flop down flat on the seat with Devon openly whining with the need to cum, and then he does. Laying on my back he does shorts humps against my ass and I feel the additional wetness inside me. As soon as his orgasm is over he lays on me sweaty, and limp as a dish rag. Quiet moans from Devon for a bit as his chest heaves and his heart pounds against my back. Then his moans fade away and there's no more slap sounds in the car either... it's eerily silent in here now, so much so I imagine I can hear both our hearts beating. The side of Devon's cheek is against the side of my head covering my right ear, perspiration dripping from his face to mine. We lay like that for awhile until breathing and heart rates are normal, then he quietly says, "Something is seriously wrong with me, Dylan. I don't know myself anymore." He's going to blame me for it and that just sucks. I haven't done anything. Devon pushes his chest off my back, and then pulls his now soft dick from my ass dragging a string of his cum with it. Naturally the string breaks off his cock to land wetly across my left butt cheek. I swing my legs off the seat so he can sit back. Reaching for more tissue I put them under me and sit next to Devon again. Silence for two minutes, then he says, "I feel humiliated for doing that, and I apologize, Dylan. I've got no willpower when it comes to you. It's so fucking embarrassing," and he looks away shaking his head. He's definitely blushing, which sort of backs up his statement of embarrassment. So I mutter, "Willpower comes with age, Devon, don't worry so much about it. Enjoy yourself, fer chrissakes. Devon's is having a very unusual reaction I must say, so I'm not sure what to say. I reach over and pat his shoulder, mumbling, "There's nothing you need to be embarrassed about as far as I'm concerned." He mutters, "It's all my fault. Around you I act like a eleven year old girl with her first bubble gum crush on a cute rock star. Jesus, what a jackass I am." Guess he's not gonna blame me. Way to go, Devon! But really, I can't say I've ever witnessed anyone beating themselves up this much over a little buddy sex. No one's even close to Devon's reaction. Curious, I ask, "What exactly are you so distraught about, Devon? I mean, you're sex is awesome, dude." He looks at me, "It's not that, it's my loss of self control. It's my behavior that's so disappointing and embarrassing to me. You must think I'm a joke." I shrug, "Not at all, Devon. No offense, but it's not cool to take yourself so seriously. We had a little random buddy sex, what's the big deal?" He stares at me for a second, looking very concerned or confused, I don't know which. Finally he asks incredulously, "You don't think we, no not we... you don't think I acted a lot like a crazy sex fiend? You surely don't consider this merely 'a little buddy sex'," and he makes quotation marks with his fingers when saying 'a little buddy sex', "Do you, Dylan?" Uh oh, don't want Devon to think I do this all the time, so I say, "No, of course not, but I'm attempting to calm you down, that's all. We were a little wild and may have gotten carried away a bit, but it's still not something terrible that you need to feel humiliated about." He says, "We didn't get carried away, I did. It's my fault, not yours and you're being so nice about it I feel like crying. Thank you, you're awesome, Dylan." I mutter, "You are too, Devon, really. Let's get dressed." For the first time in awhile he grins, mumbling, "I don't blame you for wanting me to get dressed before I attack you again." As we're getting dressed, I say, "I'm fairly positive I don't need to worry about you attacking me again for at least another fifteen minutes." He grins, "Yeah, I'm fairly positive about that myself." Then we both say, "Oxymoron!" and laugh. That's what he needed, a laugh. Devon helps me clean the cum off the vinyl seat. "Good thing we don't have leather seats back here, Devon says, "Or this quart of cum you fired off might leave a mark." Surprisingly a few Handy Wipes cleans the cum up very effectively. In the front seat Devon back the car up, turns around and we're on our way back out the gravel road. Then we pass a patrol car with two bored cops, apparently with nothing better to do, heading back where we just came from. Devon says, "By the skin of our teeth," and we talk about the extremely bad luck it would have been if that patrol car had come in ten minutes ago. That discussion overrides the one about what a terrible person Devon thinks he is. He drops me off with a fist bump and a smile our only show of affection, as it should be with buddy sex. Walking up the steps I'm thinking that sort of reaction probably should be expected from certain newbies experiencing buddy sex early on. I should probably think it kind of amazing Devon's the first one I know who showed that reaction. We made no plans to get together again and I honestly don't know if we will. He'll need to be the one initiating it if we do. Devon's a really good kid, but maybe not cut out for professional, advanced buddy sex. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of maintain this site. Thank you.