Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 05:00:50 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR (Chapter 12 - Conclusion Part 1 of 2... Senior Class Trip ) By Donny Mumford DYLANS'S SENIOR YEAR By Donny Mumford Chapter 12 (Graduation - Final Chapter) Part 1 of 2 AMTRAK's high-speed ACELA train is a cool way to travel. It's especially cool if, like me, you get to ride in a first-row seat that's hidden from the other passengers and you have Robby Dickers holding your hand and singing to you! Sadly he only sang the one song and he didn't hold my hand the whole trip, but he was always nearby whispering private stuff for me alone to hear. Being in love is the most awesome circumstance you can find yourself in. That's what we told each other maybe a dozen times during the train ride to New York City. Robby liked hearing me say "I love you" to him so he got me to say it in any number of ways, actually he got me to say it while pretending he wasn't trying to get me to say it, if you know what I mean... ha ha. I had to turn a laugh into a fake cough a few times because it was so obvious what he was doing... obvious, but sooo sweet too. There's definitely an innocent side to Robby just as there's a toughness side to him, and a romantic side, and a take-charge side.... etc. etc. In other words, he has personality characteristics that are very different from that innocent/naive quality I like so much, those other traits actually make his innocence more appealing. Maybe I've been going on about Robby too much of late, but he's become so special to me it's hard not to go on about how unique he is. The two of us being so close together on the train gave me the opportunity to study his extraordinary face in it's every detail. To start with his face is all boy, but beautiful at the same time and I'm sure almost anyone would agree with that no matter if they're straight or gay. Robby and I have only one thing in common, appearance wise... we both have the same natural two-tone blond hair. It's light blond with some darker blond highlights and it looks awesome even if I do say so myself. He has his in a flattop haircut which gives him more of an All-American-boy look while my hair is cut into a faux mohawk style which looks good too, but it's definitely not projecting the same All-American look like Robby's. Frankly, few boys can match Robby's looks. His light complexion with the splash of pale rosy blush on each cheek accentuates his overall youthful appearance. That youthful appearance is enhanced by his full, perfectly formed, pale pink lips and an absolutely perfect nose which widens just the right amount at the end, small oval nostrils, and then there's his chin with the cute little clef... oh hell, he's too freaking cute for words, yet not girlie-looking at all... what can I say, ya gotta see it all for yourself. But even with his wonderful facial features it's still the eyes you'll notice first. Dark blue with many lighter blue streaks in them making them appear to be back-lit by a spotlight from his brain. Longish dark brown eyelashes contrasting with his narrow blond eyebrows and, as I've already mentioned, all those bright shades of blue in his eyes... oh my God, what a gorgeous boy. I had a crush on Robby my whole Junior year although I never spoke with him until late in the third semester of last year. I'd just been appointed the future Senior editor for the school newspaper so I used that situation to BS my way into speaking to Robby about writing for the paper... he'd write about a jock's view of high school, that sort of thing. From that rather innocuous beginning we took off and our continuously deepening relationship has been quite a ride ever since... it's been as good a ride as this ACELA ride has been... oh hell, it's been much, much better that that. When he's around me Robby is touchie/feelie meaning he's usually in some form of physical contact with me. It's especially true when he's talking to me... the physical contact can be just the tip of his finger touching my arm, or his hand on my shoulder, or he'll lightly squeeze the back of my neck, a hand lightly touching my waist, whatever... it's all very affectionate and sexy. Anyway, it's a treat to observe Robby up-close for almost four hours... a great experience even though the train car we were in was very noisy from start to finish. You know, the kids were burning energy yelling over each other trying to outdo one another with absurd comments, or they tried to be funny, or relevant, or noticed, or whatever... most teenagers for the most part just want to belong, be part of the group. Actually, the noise didn't bother me... I liked it loud because it meant Robby and I needed to have our faces close together to hear one another. We were so close our noses almost touched, his breath was right in my face, his clean-smelling, fresh, healthy breath puffing in my face while he told me about a dream he had last night... little puffs of moist breath from Robby to me... nice. I had a grin on my face for most of the ride. The dream he was telling me about had something to do with him and me on a school bus ride to nowhere. Robby absently patted me on my stomach as he talked... I stared into his eyes at first, then I watched his mouth move because I liked seeing how his lips formed the words and how the tip of his bright rosy tongue appeared between those milk white teeth of his. Robby was reciting a disjointed rendition of his dream, a dream that seemed to have fascinated him although I paid little attention to it... instead I studied different aspects of him. At one point his shell-like ears caught my attention... I was fascinated by the way they stuck-out from the sides of his head a little bit more than they should, and the way the sun shining through the window behind him made both ears appear almost translucent. I couldn't resist reaching up and squeezing one of them, then pulling on it which caused Robby to stop talking and smile at me. He gazed into my eyes with a wry grin on his face as his mouth formed the words, for the umpteenth time... "I love you, Dylan"... the whole thing was corny, surreal, crazy, whatever... I know that, but it was so much fun, and sexy too. I had a boner almost the entire ride. It was the sexiest time I've ever had getting from one place to another. We took a big chance on three separate occasions to give each other wet kisses, then hold the sides of our faces together. His smell is magical to me, I ran my fingers through his silky hair as we kissed and almost had a climax in my pants the last time I did it. Robby, Robby, Robby... I'm in love with him and I only realized how much a few weeks ago. I mentioned that fact to Robby during the train ride and he quietly told me that I'm just now catching up to the level of love he has for me, and how he'd been worried I might never catch-up. I know, I know.... we're like some sappy Valentine, but we can't help ourselves. It was dreamy... the whole experience was dreamy. Then someone yelled, "We're here... that's gotta be the fucking station!" Robby and I looked outside and see a hundred different train tracks with many switching intersections... an impossible number of tracts all seemingly headed for the same place. Robby goes, "Jesus, I hope the regular conductor is driving this God Damn train... not some trainee." I groaned at his corny "trainee" pun, Robby smirked back at me, his eyes sparkling in the sunshine as we both looked back out that dirty train window observing our progress toward the underground station. I must say it did look like a daunting task... someone better know what they're doing maneuvering through that maze of tracks and of course someone did, and we made it inside safely. When the passengers began unloading onto the platform a barely controlled pandemonium of pushing, shoving and yelling ensued... and that's from the regular business class passengers from the other cars, us high school kids were worse. It's so ridiculous, all that pushing and shoving. As we'd done while boarding the train in Westwood, we stayed to the side and watched the show... why does everyone care who's first? We leaned against a "NO SMOKING" sign passing a cigarette back and forth discussing the situation. Robby thought it was human nature to try to be first, some subconscious competitive thing... survival of the fittest or something. I just thought it was one of those dumb, bully-mentality things and maybe that's the same thing Robby meant anyway. Oh well, it's life and life only... we finished our cigarettes and sauntered down the platform dragging our luggage, following the signs to the escalators. The main waiting and ticketing area of Penn Station was high above the underground tracks and although we were the last of the train passengers to get to the upper station, we weren't the last to check in with our team leader... that honor belonged to Chubby. The above-ground portion of Penn Station is enormous and packed wall to wall with humanity. We spotted Dave Dyer's number thirteen sign and made our way over to it, me grumbling, "This remind you of anything, Robby" he goes, "Yeah, the halls at school?" We had our names checked off Dave's list, but like I said, we weren't the last to do so... ten minutes later the last person in our group finally showed up. It was Chubby and, like I said, no surprise there. He comes barging through the crowd with a big grin on his face then, faking a sincere manner, he says, "Sorry to keep ya waiting, but I had to do pee pees... those lavatories ain't the cleanest I've ever been in either. Hey, how ya all doing? Wacky train ride huh, anybody got an extra itinerary, I left mine in the lavatory..." Chubby, a bundle of irrelevant energy. There was some chuckling as Chubby cracks a few smart-ass remarks about New Yorkers, some eye rolling and head shaking at how outlandish he can be too, but everyone knew Chubby's act pretty well by now, so it was cool. Chubby came over to Robby and me then, he pats Robby on the back and gives me a hug saying, "Dylan, bro... I looked for you on the train... where the fuck were you?" Robby and I told him about our seats which were hidden by the front lavatory and Chubby says, "Oh man, you two were lucky... it was mayhem in the car I was in!" and Robby says to me, loud enough for Chubby to hear, "I wonder who caused the mayhem" I laughed and Chubby goes, "I didn't cause all of it, but did you guys hear a fog horn blowing every few minutes? I took that damn horn from Terry Becker and tortured the conductor with it. Chubby regaled us with his other train exploits as we walked with our group down the wide sidewalks of New York City to the Hotel Pennsylvania, which is only a fifth of a mile from Penn Station. The hotel has over seventeen hundred rooms... it's located opposite the famous Madison Square garden with the Empire State Building right around the corner... we're also just down the street from the theater district where we're gonna see a broadway show tomorrow night. Inside the hotel we needed to form a couple of long lines to check in... Mr Greenburg was of course overseeing the check-in procedure to insure the correct kids got in the correct rooms. No co-habitation, boys in their rooms and girls in theirs, period! Ha ha, don't make me laugh, we'll check in that way, but testosterone won't be denied for some. As for Robby and me, we don't intend being denied either... it's simply a matter of picking a safe time for some sexy activity. We're mature enough now to wait for the correct situation before dropping our pants and going at it, I hope we are anyway. It's four-to-a-room... Chubby, Robby, me, and the forth guy in our room is Chubby's choice, Wayne Price. With all of us in the same room, sex between Robby and me will likely not take place there, we'll just see how things shake out. This Wayne person, by the way, is the girl-crazy type... big man on campus type. He's currently shagging some girl affectionately known as "big-tits", also known as Carol Brighton. Wayne and Carol are in Mary Jo's crowd which is how he hooked-up with Chubby and wound-up in our room. Wayne's kind of a macho man, large too... not fat exactly, big like a football player, square body... about six feet tall. Good to have on your side if a fight breaks out on the streets of New York, ya know... but I gotta be honest and say he's a bit of an asshole too. After checking-in, the four of us took the escalator to our floor and checked-out our room, then flipped a coin to see who would share a bed with who... I prayed I didn't get Wayne, and I didn't... Robby did. I saw Robby's head drop with disappointment, poor kid. Feeling bad for Robby, I had an idea that would help him... our room had two double beds for four guys so I say to Robby and Wayne, "Chubby and me are skinny so we'll fit on a double bed OK, but you two guys are gonna be wicked crowded on your's. Why don't ya take the mattress off and put it over near the window... one of you sleeps on it, and the other sleeps on the box springs." Wayne liked my suggestion, he goes, "OK, Dickers... ya wanna flip for the mattress?" Robby didn't need to think about it, he goes, "Sure... flip it" and Robby won the mattress. Wayne sleeps on the box springs. He mumbled to himself, "Fuck! just my luck! Oh well, I ain't planning on sleeping much the next two nights anyway". Robby smirks and winks at me, like "Great idea, Dylan. Thanks!". So, that's cool. Wayne's right of course, we're in New York for only two nights... you can put up with almost anything for that long. On the other hand I eyed that double bed relishing the thought of being under the covers with Chubby for the next two nights. Sleeping with Chubby is one of the best parts of the trip so my good luck flipping that coin was a huge deal for me! Of course, I had two out of three chances of being a winner... sleeping with Robby would have been awesome too although wicked dangerous because we're both kinda hot-to-trot for each other and even though we've matured some of late it would still be a great temptation. Don't get me wrong, Robby and I are gonna do some sex, that's a given, but our goal is to be prudent about it... we talked about that on the train... too many eyes checking things out for us to do anything reckless that would result in us being outed. Everyone used the bathroom to pee and wash-up... all except Wayne, he goes, "OK girls, everybody clear the area, I gotta do a significant dump and I need my privacy!" Robby and me rolled our eyes like "what a dork!" but Chubby thought the dump comment was funny. I don't know why, but straight guys think toilet references are a riot... maybe Chubby is bisexual after all because he not only laughed at Wayne's crude remark, Chubby had made one of his own earlier telling all of us at Penn Station about him going pee pees... to much information, ya know? TMI! I said, "Come on guys, lets go down to the third floor... there's a buffet lunch in the Ballroom." Chubby, Robby, and I abandoned the room as Wayne locked himself in the bathroom. The Ballroom was swarming with kids, I spotted Connor near the front of the line so I waved and shot him with my index finger... not being someone who butts-in I kept my place way in the back of the line. For entertainment purposes only Chubby was reciting a few of his factoids. He goes, "Did you guys know "race car" spelled backwards is the same as spelled forwards?" Robby goes, "Yeah". Chubby grins and playfully punches Robby's arm saying, "Oh, sure you knew that... bet you don't know what product was the first to use a bar code" Robby goes, "It was Wrigleys gum" Chubby gives him another punch on the arm and says, "OK then, what gross thing is in most lipsticks?" Robby says "Fish scales" and before I could tell him how nuts that answer sounded Chubby's going, "Get outta here! How'd you know that?" They went back and forth telling each other odd factoids that sounded far fetched to me... maybe they're both lying their asses off. It passed the time waiting in line though... some of the other kids around us were booing or cheering the more outlandish factoids as if it were a contest. Then we were at the beginning of the food spread... it was our turn at the buffet. The choices were pretty much picked over by the time we got there... lots of luke warm pizza slices and cold pasta salads, some Jello molds, pieces of cold fried chicken of unidentifiable origin... "No way that's a wing, right?". Robby and I made sandwiches of sliced lunch meat and cheese on rye, Chubby had pizza... he says, "Let's eat over there bro..." as he points at the table Mary Jo was sitting at. Also at the table... snob Brian Decantino and stuck-up Carol Brighton. I made a disgusted face at Robby and he gave me a placating expression, like "it's OK, we'll just eat and go". At the table Carol asked Chubby, "Where's my hottie Wayne?" Chubby sets his tray down and matter-of-factly says, "I don't know where's he's at now, but he was taking a shit when we left the room about twenty minutes ago" and the girls go, "Ewuuu!! Gross!" Chubby chuckles and asked if anybody had an itinerary he could borrow, he's always losing things and asking to borrow someone else's stuff. Brian says, "I'll be holding on to my copy Jeffrey, but I can tell ya we're scheduled for the art museum this afternoon"... we all moan and go, "Oh great..." Robby, trying to be optimistic, says, "It's OK, we'll get the museum thing over with first thing and be done with it." No one was much into the art museum, but everybody liked Robby so they shrugged and mumble, "I guess ya got a point there...". We ate our lunch and while the "in crowd" talked about boring things, Robby and I wandered outside the hotel to walk a block away for a cigarette... there was a no-smoking rule for this trip which everyone who smoked paid very little attention to. As we smoked Robby and I marveled at the endless throngs of people walking up and down the wide sidewalks, the endless lines of cars, and the many mysterious languages we heard spoken. We leaned against the side of a forty story office building letting the world go by us... an awesome, but intimidating place... New York City. I asked Robby about the factoids... he said he'd memorized a few from the internet and bluffed his way through a couple of Chubby's. I'm thinking 'Robby memorized that song to sing to me on the train and memorized factoids for Chubby... A lot more to Robby than meets the eye, perhaps." Of course, the parts that meets the eye are quite nice too. I squeezed the back of his neck and told him I thought he was a wicked clever boy and, in a joking manner he goes, "Yes, I am... and did you know I'm also co-captain of the varsity baseball team for my High School?" I go, "No shit!... You rock, dude!" It's fun and relaxing goofing with Robby. Finishing our cigarettes I flicked mine off the building behind me and Robby flicks his into a container filled with sand near the curb. He made a face at me, picked up my butt and took my hand. "Hold it like this, Dylan... use your middle finger as the piston." He got the butt situated in my fingers and goes, "Flick it..." which I did... it bounced near the sand bucket. I go, "Ohh... that's how you do it!" Robby bit his bottom lip for a second, then mumbled "You're so fucking cute..." and he kissed me quickly, then got all red in the face as we both looked around to see if anyone knew us. "Damn, Robby... we said we're gonna be smart about this. Ya know...?" He's nodding his head quietly going, "yeah... yeah, you're right." A little later we hooked-up with our group and join forces with a few other groups on our way to the art museum. We're all going underground to ride the Metropolitan Transportation Authority's subway system. First you go down some steps to pay, then it's further down to the actual subway platform. I'm looking at a diagram on the wall which showed the many subway lines that were working simultaneously, all going different places... one definitely needs to pay attention or they'll find themselves in Brooklyn. We all had passes, cards that were inserted in a machine, and most of us used them although a few rowdies hopped the turnstiles just to be jerks... there were too many of us to make it worthwhile chasing the turnstile-hoppers so the cops just looked bored and shook their heads slowly. Down the steps we find a complicated number of choices awaited us so for once we're glad to follow Dave's number thirteen sign. When our subway train pulled to a stop the groups we were with dissolved into the train's numerous cars. Chubby stayed with the Mary Jo's group while Robby and I claimed a seat for two by ourselves, then looked around our car to see who we knew. The first person I saw was Alex Cora, he was waving at me so I gave a smile and waved back. Alex shared a seat with that foul-mouth girl he's been going with for a couple of months now, I can't remember her name. The train pulls away from the station as Robby read from a brochure about the city. He says, "This is amazing, Dylan" ... he reads "New York City is the most densely populated city in America. There are eight million, three hundred thousand residents in a three hundred square mile area." I'm like, "Wow, a potential eight million assholes!" He says, "A hundred and seventy different languages are spoken in the city at any one time" and I go, "Too bad English isn't one of them, I haven't understood what anyone has said since I got off the Acela." Robby, ignoring my ignorant comments, goes, "Oh my God, listen to this... forty-seven million foreign and American tourist come to New York City every year! Forty-seven million!" I mumble, "Yeah? Damn, it's a shame they all had to be here the one week we're here..." as I'm pointing out the window. Uur train was pulling into another brightly lit station where a couple hundred people were jockeying for position waiting for our train. When the doors slide open, making an ominous hissing sound, a minor struggle between the people getting off at that station and the ones getting on ensues. Just think, many of these people do this every day. Of all the people getting into our car my eyes went to a particular group... six Hispanic boys... mid to late teens, maybe a couple of them were even in their early twenties. They all had the same word on their T shirts... ODIO! I don't know what that means, perhaps these boys are on the same tennis team. They swaggered through the car to the very end of it talking trash in Spanish... the reason I say they were talking trash is because I recognized some of the words, I'd learned a few Hispanic slang words at school. The Hispanic boy bringing up the rear was uber cute and I stared at him for a few seconds... he caught me looking and threw me the toughest/hardest furrowed eyebrow look he had, but he was too young and cute to pull it off. I knew better than to grin at him, which is what I felt myself doing, so I looked away. The subway left the station and almost immediately there was a commotion at the back of the car... many of us looked back to see some boys scuffling and right away I see Miguel Flores. One of the boys who'd just gotten on the train had the front of Miguel's shirt twisted in his fist holding Miguel up against the door that leads to the next subway car. The guy doing the holding was, I'm guessing, like twenty or twenty-one years old... he had mature body-builder's muscles bulging his biceps. Then I spotted Javier Lopez being contained by two other members of the ODIO! team. Obviously I'd been sarcastic referring to these ODIO! boys as a tennis team, it's a New York gang thang. Miguel happened to look up and make eye contact with me as he struggled with the gang member and he made his eyes get bigger when he saw me... I took that to mean he needed help so I got up saying to Robby, "Let's get Miguel's back in this." Robby got right up and so did Alex... we walked down the aisle towards the disturbance. Alex's girlfriend was very pale looking, but she stayed put in her seat ... the adults on the car were working real hard at pretending nothing was happening. I'm thinking... nobody likes bullies, nobody likes six guys against two either, and nobody likes our guys getting humiliated, getting disrespected... "our guys" meaning we're all from Framingham High School, those other guys aren't. I stopped two feet from the guys fucking with Javier and say, "Wassup, Javier?" He goes, "Newman, enjoying the trip so far?" I nod my head and Javier casually adds "Guess what... these New York assholes say Miguel and I are in their private space on this here piece-of-shit train. Can you imagine such a numbnuts thing, Dylan?". One of the tough looking boys, about my height, but bulkier, says to Javier "Yo culero, these your wiggers?" and to me he says, "Que' onda, Guero?" I go, "Speak American, asswipe". Everyone was tense, the kid holding Miguel looks back frowning, and says, "Get the fuck out of here pretty boy or you'll get your tiny dick cut off... this is between us Latino boys, not you gueros". Robby says, "Cut the shit, dude... let him loose!" Alex chimes in "In other words, get your fucking hands off him right this fucking second!" and three of the Odio! boys yell back hysterically, half in Spanish and half in English. My eyes are locked in on the boy-cutie who's standing behind and to the left of the guy twisting Miguel's T shirt. Cutie looks back at me with a scared expression on his pretty face... he can't be more than fifteen. His hair is cut real short, a razor-sharp hairline had been created across his forehead and down the sides of his head so that his sideburns end in a point. His skin tone is the color of coffee with an ounce and a half of cream in it... tannish skin with pale pink lips and startlingly white teeth... his lips slightly parted showing small separations between each of the top teeth. The boy was about two inches shorter than me and just as skinny as me. He glanced from me to the guy holding Miguel against the door as he absently wet his lips and, hands in his pockets, played with himself. Yum! There was vicious cursing back and forth among the combatants until Miguel yells to Javier, "We got our troops man, what ya waiting for? Go the fuck for it, Javier.." and Miguel and Javier became a hurricane of motion and action with me, Robby, and Alex piling into the scrum. I went right for cutie getting my arms around him before he could take his hands out of his pockets. I pushed him up against the side of the car which caused his head to "plunk" against the window, he said a weak, "No... don't". I whipped cutie around so he was between me and the fight and I could see what was happening, his heart beating fast against my chest as he blew small, quick breaths onto the side of my face. Miguel had a bloody nose already, yelling, "You fucking spicks..." and the guy who had a piece of Miguels ripped shirt in his hand yelled "Hijo de puta, chupa mi verga!" Alex, swinging his fist wildly, screams, "Curse in English, motherfucker!"... one of his big roundhouse punches bops off the side of the guys head freeing Miguel to start throwing his fist around as best he could in that confining space. I held on to cutie, keeping him and me safe. The thing is, we're all packed in so tightly I couldn't move if I wanted to... I shouldn't have gotten myself stuck in the corner. We were all crowded into this small space at the end of the car so it was kinda rare for anybody to throw a big punch except for Alex who was on the outside of the pack, he was firing those round-house bombs doing most of the damage that was being done... inside, the tightly packed bodies allowed only rabbit punches, some gouging, and kneeing in the nuts... once in awhile a yelp of pain. Cutie leaned into me, more relaxed now that he could see I wasn't interested in hurting him. His clothes smelled like fried onion and peppers, but when the sides of our faces came together his skin smelled just like a teen boy's skin usually smells, sexy and nice. I rubbed my cheek against his and leaned into his crotch to feel his cock boning up, about four inches of tight teen cock. Neither he nor I were doing anything resembling fighting, I wasn't even holding him around his back very tightly now, more like a hug... the other boys were bouncing into cuties' back and down around our feet where some guys wrestled on the floor...a lot of movement and cursing and banging against walls, doors, and each other in that small area. Shortly, with his wet lips against my ear, my cute captive says, with a heavy accent "Hey marricon, you wanna blow me? I bet ya do!" I whispered into his perfectly shaped tan ear, "Yo, you're right, I do..." and he got this real cute boyish giggle going before saying. "I wish you would too" and some more giggles followed. The subway was pulling into a station now, the station's platform swarming with police. Someone had obviously used their cell phone to drop a dime on the fight. One of the Hispanic guys yelled, "It's that fucker Sergeant Wright and his gestapo... move the fuck out of the way... get out the back door". Two of the ODIO! boys were trying to get free to run from the cops, someone yelled, "Let go of me ya dumb fuck, move out the fucking back door or you'll get your head split open by those fucking night sticks!" The fight ended as abruptly as it had begun because the police are everyone's enemy and we all recognized that fact instantaneously. I let cutie loose, he kissed my cheek and said, "Estas buenisimo" I go, "Huh?" and he says, this time in unaccented English, "You're wicked hot!" and he was gone out the back door. I thought I was home free until the last of the ODIO! boys, one of the two guys who had been keeping Javier under wraps, the one who sarcastically said to me, "What's up, Whitie" turned and sucker punched me with a short powerful uppercut punch right in my fucking solar plexus. I doubled over seeing stars and slowly sat down on the floor, my back against the metal wall of the subway car. Immediately Robby was there with his hands under my armpits helping me stand, saying "The next car Dylan, we gotta get into the next car" he dragged me through the connecting doors all the way down that car's aisle and through another set of connecting doors, then dropped me in a window seat and picked up a discarded newspaper, opened it to cover his face, pretending to read. I concentrated on not throwing up. My head lulled against the window watching a few of the cops chasing kids who weren't even in the fight. I spotted Alex and his girlfriend casually buying a soft pretzel pretending they were innocent bystanders, I could see from here that Alex's left eye was swollen almost shut, probably a random elbow thrown at close quarters... ouch! About a minute after we sat down two policeman came storming through our car tapping the palm of their hands with night sticks, checking everyone out. Neither Robby nor I even looked up. The train pulled away from the station then and even though I looked closely at people on the platform I didn't spot cutie or either of our homeboys, Javier and Miguel. I didn't see them leave the train or get detained by the police so I gotta believe they made a clean getaway. As the subway train picked-up speed moving past the platform I could see parts of it that previously had been out of view and... Oh boy! Here's some fucking justice at last... one of the older Hispanic guys, the one who sucker punched me, was handcuffed to a pipe railing and the one who had Miguel by the front of his T shirt was being wrestled to the ground by two cops and they weren't being real gentle about it either. Everyone else appears to have disapperaed into thin air... like Robby and me. I gazed over at Robby and noticed a little cut or scrape next to his left eye and a bruise that was forming on his chin, other than that he was fine... my stomach still hurt but it's almost like I deserved that sucker punch because all I really did during the three minute fight was hug cutie boy, keeping him and me out of the fray. When the train had traveled past the platform Robby crumbled the newspaper and stuffed it under his seat. He turned to me with this serious look of concern on his face, "I saw that fucker sucker punch you, Dylan... he punched you on his way through the open door and then ran right into a cop, the dumb shit. How you feeling?" I moved my head closer to his and quietly said, "I'm not gonna make it, dude... I want you to have my baseball card collection." Robby takes my hand and, still acting real serious, says "I'm sorry it's got to end this way, but... um, I've seen your baseball card collection and frankly it sucks... mine's ten times better. What else ya got you can leave to me...?" We chuckled then and made fun of the ODIO! gang. Robby's like, "Is that all they got? Huh? That sorry shit, is that it? Jeez, lucky the cops got there or those boys were going to need some serious dental insurance." I'm like, "Never mind that, you're my hero... you dragged me to safety, dude!" We were pulling into another station now as Robby asks, "Hey, which station are we suppose to get off at?" I go, "I don't know, where's that schedule you had?" He'd left it on the seat in the other car, but as we pulled away we discovered which station we needed to get off at... it's the one we just left. All the kids from Framingham High were heading towards the escalators, I go... "There's always a small percentage of guys in every endeavor that don't get the word, they find themselves falling through the fucking cracks, we're victims Robby. Victims of incompetent leadership, this really pisses me off because now we're not going to be able to spend the entire afternoon in the art museum!" Robby goes, "Yeah, that's a shame. Let's get off at the next stop and explore a little bit... lost, but not alone in New York City, awesome!" We got off at the next station and took the steps, two at a time, to the street level. New York City looked the same here as it looked when we had that cigarette a block from our hotel... tall buildings and uncountable humanoids walking or hailing a cab or riding in a cab or gawking out the windows of the tour buses that clogged the traffic. Robby bummed a Marlboro light from me and we both lit up. "Let's do our sexy smoking", he says. So, right on the street next to one of the ubiquitous tall buildings, he takes a big inhale and lets the smoke drift out of his mouth, my face is close to his so I can inhale the second hand smoke that drifts from his lungs, inhale it myself, and then exhale it through my nose. Robby says, "That's so fucking sexy... in and out both our lungs. You do it this time." So we reversed roles, he inhaled my second hand smoke, our noses bumping against one another. Robby exhales and says, "Somebody's gonna think we're a couple of queers doing this right here". When he said it two black guys in their mid-twenties were walking by right in front of us, holding hands. The one nearest us, with skin the color of mahogany, merriment showing in his pretty black eyes, says "You boys want ta party?" He said it with such a strong English accent I didn't understand him at first. I look at Robby, he looks back at me, then at the black guys and says, "Podria repetir, por?" They made a face at each other, then the light skinned black guy, with a cuter face than you usually see on someone that old, says to us, "No habla, huh? Well you two are the cutest boys we've seen in New York City so far, but sadly ya look too young to party anyway, so, well... it's probably best we part. Bye bye" and he wiggled his fingers at us with a nice smile, sexy lips... Jesus!... he's kinda hot. I looked blankly at them and Robby shrugged and says, "Hasta luego!" They smiled at us, then switched from holding hands to putting their arms around each other's necks, continuing on their way. I bumped into Robby's so that he lightly bounced against the building and asked what he said to those two gay tourist, he goes "I think I asked the first guy to repeat his question, and lastly I said 'see ya later'. I'm pretty sure that's what I said." He smiled then and took my hand, we walked holding hands like the black English dudes had been walking, smoking our cigarettes and looking smug... no one paid us the least bit of attention. The sidewalks were crowded as we made our way to nowhere, holding hands. I love holding hands with another boy, it's much better than the way Willie walked with me, he'd have his arm around my waist in public, it made me feel a little bit like his girlfriend which may have been his intention. A few people eventually did turn to look at Robby and me as we walked continuing to hold hands, but most ignored us. After a bit, Robby stopped, held out his cigarette butt and said, "Let me see what ya learned, Dylan" so I got my butt in position and Robby goes, "Fire!" and we both flicked our butts at the gutter... success! Robby squeezed my hand and said, "see..." Then, there it was... The Museum of Modern Art, our original destination. We'd somehow wound-up right across the street from it, I jokingly say, "Robby dude, you really know your way around New York". He made a face like "How'd we wind-up here?" then, looking at me with hungry eyes, he took a deep breath, puts a hand on my chest and gently pushes me back against a building. I'm wondering, "What the...?" Robby leans into me with his face two inches from mine and says, "To hell with the museum, Dylan... To hell with being cautious too! I want to do it to you again... you know, um... fuck you like I did in my pick-up last Friday night." My mouth went dry and my heart beat faster, it was the intensity he'd put into his word that got my dick stirring... that and all the holding hands we'd been doing, and also his breath in my face, and the perspiration on his forehead, and his beautiful blue eyes boring into mine... and the way he smelled... all of it combined to cause me to completely abandon my earlier determination that we'll be sensible about doing sex together... that we'll be mature and only do something if it was safe from detection, only if some set of circumstances developed where we wouldn't be discovered... all of that was forgotten now. I did a loud swallow, Robby put a finger under my chin and lifted my head slightly, then closed the distance between our lips... I went, "Ohhh.." as his hot lips closed on mine. We were the only two boys in New York City now... Still holding hands, Robby used his free hand to massaged my crotch as we kissed, I went "Ohhh..." again. My cock got so hard I reached between us to hold his hand tightly against my boner, humping against his hand. We were oblivious to the people walking by, Robby's tongue was in my mouth licking my tongue, then sucking my tongue with his lips and licking spit all around my lips and on my chin, my nose, my face... I was paralyzed, docile, in a trance, whatever. I stood there like a statue, allowing Robby to do what he pleased with me, it all pleased me. He let go of my hand and got my head between both his hands and French kissed me until I moaned and squirmed holding onto his narrow waist. His hands went behind me to grope my buttocks and pull me against him... then he's squeezing handfuls of my ass, his face pressed against mine, his hard cock pushing against mine. We kissed and licked and sucked each other's face until, after a while, he began using a finger to press some of my flimsy parachute-material sweat pants up my crack. Still sucking my tongue he managed to eventually push some of the silky material quite a ways up my hole, my thin cotton jockey shorts material went along for the ride... it all went up my ass surprisingly far. Robby's tongue constantly moving to lick my tongue and lips as he finger-fucked my hole, all the time continuing that humping of his boner filled crotch against my boner filled crotch. I moaned as all the feelings around my groin were quickly bringing things to a head, that unmistakable feeling of climax was flying around my entire pelvic area and all I could taste, or feel, or smell, was Robby... then, with all the stars in the universe spiralling out from my vision, my toes spread apart in my sneakers, I went up on them slightly, did one last gasp of pleasure, then blew spit into Robby's mouth and climaxed hard in my pants... a roaring climax, wet and swift causing my entire body to shudder and shake with shivers up and down my spine. Robby of course knew I'd blown my load although his tongue never stopped lapping my tongue and I heard a little grunt of satisfaction from him, then he held his face against mine, our noses next to each other so I couldn't breath, I fucking couldn't breath but I continued humping against his crotch with additional spurts of cum drooling out from my cock. I managed to mumble, "Ahhh, Robby... wait, I can't breath." He didn't wait... he licked up the front of my nose again and then stuck his tongue back in my mouth and my arm came up inside his and I hugged around his neck... spit all over our faces... who cares if I can't fucking breath. My eyes were watering, my face red and hot as I tried to swallow Robby's mouth. Then, all of a sudden I was aware of our surroundings again... hearing people commenting about us now, my face next to Robby I took in a huge intake of air, then exhaling it I say, "I love you, but let's get out of here, we're drawing a crowd." Robby didn't seem bothered by that, he got a handful of the longer of my faux hawk hair and pulled my head back and lightly bit and licked my neck mumbling "I want to do to you what you do to me, Dylan... I want to fuck you and then give you a hickey. OK?" I'm taking gulps of oxygen, then say "Yes, of course it's OK... but not here!" Robby stops, pulls away and, coming to his senses chuckles, and says, "Oh, yeah... not here. Ok, back in our room. Alright, Dylan?" I nodded my head in awe of the new persona emerging from Robby. It's extremely exciting, but I'm not sure what to make of it. "Come on, Dude... let's get out of here" I say and Robby nods his head, then he's staring at me again as he gets this cute, tough-guy expression on his face and mumbles, "In a minute, Dylan.." He leans down to grab a handful of my hair again holding my head back and sucks my top lip between both of his full firm ones and I feel my cock move inside my cum soaked jockey shorts again. He rubs his nose against mine a few times, kisses me with lots of wetness, then says, "OK, we'll go now... you're right." Taking my hand he pulls me away from the building and, ignoring the gawkers, we walk way over to the other side of the street and down a long block heading toward another subway sign... my hearts still pounding fast and I'm still catching my breath as we walk. All the way I'm reaching behind me with my free hand pulling the material from my shorts and sweat pants out of my asshole. Down into the subway tunnel we go, me marveling at the new Robby while trying to keep up with him. He asked at the cashier booth which train we should take, we put our card in the turn-style and through them we go to get on a escalator that takes us down another fifty feet. Waiting for our train on the platform, Robby asks "Did I do OK back there, Dylan? I finally got you to cum in your pants this time, didn't I?" That innocent side of his personality always pops-up, I'm certainly not complaining about that though, it's wicked cute. I say, "Yeah, Robby, you're so sexy you made me cum in my pants, I couldn't stop it... actually it was awesome". He goes, "Jeez, you cum easy... " then he got the giggles, but he was proud of himself too. While sitting on the subway heading back to the Pennsylvania Hotel the cold wet cum soaked through the front of my pants. I fake a disgruntled expression and point at the big wet spot in my lap, Robby gets into another laughing fit saying, "Wear a fucking diaper, dude" then later he goes, "You're going to need a Tampex too because by the time I'm done fucking you there'll be cum dripping out your ass the rest of the day!" He was having a good time pretending he was serious, but to make sure I knew he was just kidding he kept a big grin on his face and he lightly squeezed the back of my neck every ten seconds or so. Calming down for a little, looking out the train window at the nothingness of the subway tunnel, then Robby got laughing again when I wouldn't stop pointing at my ever spreading wet cum spot... his laughing became contagious so we both ended-up in a stupid laughing fit, acting like ten year olds. At our station we get off the train, now with my T-shirt hanging outside my pants covering the telltale wet cum spot, and we walked up from the subway to the street high above... there was our hotel across from us, just like it's suppose to be "We got this city figured out already Robby... we've conquered New York City in one afternoon". Robby's nodding his head like 'no problem' and, still goofing around like ten year olds we walked into the hotel lobby and almost collided with two of the parent-chaperones. Before they spot us, we do an immediate about face and go right out the way we came in, walked around the side of the hotel and came in a side entrance, then onto an elevator and up we go. We're alone in the elevator, just me and Robby... I glance over and see Robby biting his lower lip, looking serious now. He must have felt me looking at him because he looks over at me and says, "What?" I go "You're beautiful, do you know that?" He shakes his head like maybe a mosquito was buzzing around his head and says, "No... I... it's just that I get so horny thinking about you Dylan, you and me naked together, I mean. It worries me how hot I am for you cause I'm afraid I'll get out of control with it sometime. Was I OK on the street across from the museum? Tell me the truth, please... I mean, did I lose it there, if I did I'm sorry.... did I lose it, do ya think?" I said, "No sweat Robby, we're cool... you rock, dude. No worries... as far as I'm concerned you never do anything wrong." He gave me a nervous little boy grin as the elevator doors opened... we hurried down the hall to our room. First, we listened at the door... hearing nothing, Robby fumbles with the room key card, it doesn't look anything like a key by the way... looks like a credit card. The tiny green light lit up and we're inside the room in a flash. Robby takes hold of my wrist and, sounding breathless, says, "Let's use my mattress since I'm the only one sleeping on it... I want to fuck you so bad! ... a little cum on the sheets won't bother me a bit." I was a little breathless myself as I helped Robby pull the covers back neatly so we could replace them correctly afterward. I had half a boner already and we hadn't even done anything yet... I mean, we haven't done anything in the last twenty minutes. I hooked-up the dead-bolt, then looked to Robby. Looking over at him because I was hoping he'd be in that take-charge frame of mind like he'd been in outside the museum, but he didn't seem inclined to assume that persona at the moment so I go, "Ya want me undressed, Robby?" He nods his head and starts getting undressed himself as I drop my cum soaked pants and underwear quietly asking, "You OK, dude? You look pale..." He says, "I want to do this so badly, but I get nervous too... it makes me feel almost sick to my stomach, it's how I feel before a baseball game at times, it's adrenaline or something... I'll be fine. Let's get naked and under the sheet, OK?" We were both just about naked already, but I pretended he'd just given me an order and pulled my T shirt over my head, then quickly scrambled up on the bed and pulled the sheet up to my chin to ask, "Is this OK, Robby?" Getting a tube of lube out of his satchel chuckling... perhaps trying to regain his previous frame of mind, he says "OK, we all know you're funny Dylan, but lets see how funny you are when I fuck you a new asshole!" I had to laugh out loud then because he's so cute with everything, when he said "fuck you a new asshole" it didn't come out right, it came out like he was asking if it was alright if he did it. No problem, he's been making great strides of confidence in our sexual endeavors recently, and anyway I love him no matter what persona he's operating out of, I mean how could I not... just look at him! What a hot, slim, muscular body he has... his whole body kinda flows effortlessly when he simply walks across the room, he glides more than walks. I like watching him walk, watching him do anything... and then there's one of my favorite things in life to savor, his unique personal body oder which is most noticeable when he's naked, obviously. It's almost a sweet smell... a clean, natural, healthy, boyish, faintly sweet scent. Robby picks up on the levity angle a little bit again by pretending he can't get the top off the lube, fakes using his teeth, a cute smirk on his face as I wait patiently to get fucked. He's goofing-off with his three-and-a-half inch cock barely moving in it's current, hefty, soft condition. Robby had let his pubes grow in during the baseball season and hasn't gotten around to shaving them yet... I'm glad because they're nice looking soft pubic hairs and I was planning on getting my nose into that small patch shortly. Because of our goofy mood we'll be doing more like recreational sex this afternoon, instead of romantic sex. Sometimes that's the mood we're in, and then other times we're in more of a romantic mood like during the train ride... both moods rock my world. Robby gives up the comedy routine and twist off the cap, then says, "Ass up for lubing, Dylan". Getting out from under the sheet, I exaggeratedly push my ass up in the air near the edge of the bed, my hands and knees on the mattress... Robby leans down and kisses my left ass cheek with a lick at the end, then takes his time getting a lot of lube inside and directly on my anus. I'm reduced to staying still, biting my lip in hot anticipation... getting fucked by Robby, hot damn!. His first effort at fucking me was that eighty-second fuck last Friday night. During that fuck, by the way, Robby broke all the existing records for quick climaxes... and I mean all the records way back to when they first started keeping records like 100 BC, or there about. I love getting fucked, but I also love sucking certain boys' cocks and Robby happens to be at the very top of the list which has me saying, "Let me suck your dick to get you hard, Robby... OK?" And, as if it was the most original idea ever, Robby goes "Oh yeah, great idea, Dylan... I'd like that." He was being serious, he hadn't thought of it till just now... see what I mean, he's so innocent sometimes. He sat naked on the edge of the mattress as I hopped off the bed, my greased asshole shiny and ready for action at a seconds notice. It was a squishy and slippery feeling back there, sexy feeling actually... that thought added to the firmness of my dick... this is all so hot for me, it's crazy-nuts time... my nuts buzzing and moving around in their sac giving me that squirmy feeling. Quickly getting on my knees between Robby's legs to first stroke his stubby cock and then lick under his nuts... oh man, his crotch is so nice... nice clean Robby smell. I reached down to stroke my own firmed-up pecker a few times thinking...Robby got me off in my pants a half hour ago, but yet I'm still wicked horny for him... Yeah, I am, but what gay boy wouldn't be horny for him... his body, his oder, his looks, his taste, that clean complexion and those beautiful eyes and just everything about him rings all my bells and whistles. You know, if Robby were actually dominant, even as dominant as Willie is, I'd probably find myself in a dog collar being taken for a walk by him in oh, maybe about six weeks... I'm helpless around him, he's so freaking awesome! I lift his balls and cock to get under them near his asshole, licking under his nuts like a cat licks at a saucer of milk, fast short licks. Robby pulls my hair and groans with pleasure as he slides his ass a little more forward exposing his hole which I immediately do a slow lap across and then a half dozen more quick ones. Robby's real clean down there, unlike his brother. I spread Robby's buttocks exposing his pink hole which looks so tight and neat... Robby does a big exhale laying back on the bed and spreading his legs, then brings them up and over to lay them across my shoulders. I went to town lapping his ass crack, pressing on the lips of his hole as my tongue passes over it. By the time I got my tongue inside his hole his cock was as hard as a fire hydrant... shaped kinda like one too. I stroked it like I stroke Chubby's cock, using my thumb and index finger to make a tight circle and pull the foreskin up and over the head, then back down, then up, then.... Five strokes and precum drooled on my finger so I stopped stroking and just held his boner while licking from his hole up and under his balls and then around to lick up the shaft of his cock a few times getting it slippery with spit... then, taking the head inside my mouth and sucking it. Sucking the fat head of his cock almost made me to shoot off again. I need to slow down, so I gently licked the full swollen head while casually swallowing precum in the process. Robby moaning and squirming on the bed... "Oh Dylan, that is so good... so fucking good..." It was beginning to look like Robby would be content to have me bring him to climax sucking him off, but I wanted him to fuck me, so after chastising myself for getting him so aroused with all the rimming, I stopped the blow-job. Holding his hard cock outside my mouth, against my cheek, I said, "I love sucking your cock Robby, but would you fuck me now... please.." He was gasping for breath, mumbling, "Oh yeah, OK. Sure, Dylan... get up here, OK?" I got up on the bed. Robby straightened his body on the mattress laying his head back on a pillow. The first thing I did was kiss his full sexy lips. Robby put his arms around my neck and we started another sloppy make out, me laying on top of him now, our boners squeezed between our bellies... oh God, it felt perfect, so damn perfect. My body was tingling all over, I wanted to dissolve into Robby so we'd become one. His arms were so tight around my neck our faces were squished together, we kissed and licked then rubbed our noses together till I once again was right on the verge of climax. Robby says, with his lips on my ear "I need to be inside you now Dylan... roll over." I rolled off Robby onto my back and lay there looking at Robby, his face was flushed, he was breathing with his mouth open, his eyes blinking too quickly. He got around between my legs lifting them to his shoulders and goosed my buttocks and fingered my slippery hole with one, then two fingers... really stretching it. Everything was done very deliberately, but steadily too. Sitting on his ankles, satisfied with the condition of my asshole, he scooted up till his knees hit my buttocks then he's pushing my legs off his shoulders telling me, "Hold your legs to your chest, Dylan". I got an arm around each one and pulled it toward me, my feet in the air, which raised my ass up off the bed a little... Robby got a knee on either side of my ass, leaned in positioning his cock at my hole, the dripping head pushing against my hole but not quite penetrating it yet. Looking in my eyes then, a serious expression on his face, he slowly pushed in with his hips sliding that fat cock past my sphincter muscle, up inside my asshole till his crotch was tight against my ass. It was a very tight fit, but the extra lube made it work... still, a tear formed in my eye as I scrunched my face trying not to groan at the temporary hurt. Robby continued staring into my eyes, he saw the hurt but he'd experienced it the other way around so many times he knew my hurt wouldn't last any longer than his did... in fact, staring at me he did little extra thrusts probing his fat cock up a tiny bit more with each push.. he was already up inside me as far as he could go, it was the contraction of my ass cheeks that gave the momentary extra sensation. It's my opinion that it doesn't matter if a person has very little, or even no dominant inclinations, when a boy is fucking another boy he senses the dominant position, he knows he's in charge... knows it consciously or at least in some unconscious way. It's the look on his face and the slant of his head that indicated to me Robby felt that touch of dominance... those things seemed to be saying, you like my cock up your ass, don't you? Don't you?... Of course, I loved the thought of him being in-charge, and keeping with that thought I made sure to maintained a docile posture, encouraging Robby along those lines. He did have the slightest arrogant look in his eyes when he withdrew his short boner to the very tip of it's fat head then slowly pushed it back up inside me... his cock totally inside me Robby leaned forward over me, then reaching down he got some of my faux hawk hair in his fist like he'd done it on the street and pushed my hairs back till I went a quiet "Ow.." I could feel the strength in his arm as he kept my head flat against the mattress and fucked my ass ten or twelve time in a steady, controlled rhythm... not the fast rabbit fuck he'd done on me in the pick-up truck the other night, but rather a more forceful, slightly rough fuck. I was slobbering saliva licking my lips and thrusting my ass up against Robby's groin with every hump of his up my hole. It's unfortunate I can't be cooler when getting fucked real good like this, but I can't. I make embarrassing squeaks and pleas, calling Robby's name and begging him to "fuck my ass Robby... fuck me harder... oh my God that feels good, ahh ohh ahh... right like that, oh shit yeah..." Robby was biting his lip now and scrunching his face as he picked up speed... I knew he was gonna blow any second now and then, did he ever. Jerking my head with the fistful of hair he squealed "Ahhhh ohhh fuck!!... Ohhh" filling my ass with cum, filling it to overflowing. As usual, when a boy shoots cum up my ass my pecker automatically start firing off... out flew short strings of spunk electrifying the head of my cock... red and black dots danced around in my vision. I thought I might pass-out this time from the enormity of that ultimate sensation a person can experience... climax! My heart was pounding against my ribcage, my breathing ragged, nothing is better than this... it turned into one of the hottest climaxes I could remember having, no matter that it was my second climax in the last hour. Not nearly the biggest cum load of course, but the hottest as far as extended sensations throughout my body and on my scalp and in my head... my tongue quivered and my teeth chattered as if I were freezing. Oh my God! Robby kept fucking me in my cum filled ass until I needed to let go of a one of my legs so I could stroke my six inch boner pulling the uncut foreskin halfway over the head getting cum under it, then pulling it further over the head until the foreskin went over the entire swollen, cum-soaked sensitive head, all yummy and cummy... Robby's cum drooling out of my hole to run down my ass cheeks ... I was a messy cum slut right then... it was perfection. Robby, running out of gas, lay down on top of me, both of us sweating... his heart thumping against my chest, he does little humps in me as he lays like that on my belly and chest. When he slid his body up to kiss me his boner came out of my ass, the fat head making a subtle popping sound squeezing past my sphincter muscle. While sharing a kiss I got my knees under his waist slightly and pushed up a bit so that Robby pulled away from me allowing me to grab his boner and match the head of his with the head of mine, then pull my cummy foreskin over to cover his cummy cock head and massage both enclosed heads. Biting my lip from the hot sensations of it I heard Robby's moan, he shuttered, then muttered "Ahhhh, that's so fucking sexy!!!" my arm went around his neck to pull his head down kissing him and licking him... I'd have eaten him if I could. Jerking my foreskin back and forth over the swollen head of his and my boners, cum dripping on my belly, I mumble "I love you so much, Robby... you fucked me the best!" Strangely he teared up a little... I tasted his salty tears. "What wrong, Robby...? Dude, why the tears...?" He gasps and wipes his running nose on my cheek, then quietly answered me "You said I fucked you the best and that means I'm better than Willie... right?" I'm like, "Oh... well, yeah sure. Robby I love you much more than Willie, in fact I don't even love Willie. Don't waste your time thinking about him... think about me cause I sure think about you". He moved to snuggle with me, pulling his slippery boner from my fingers in the process, then he took another deep breath and mumbled "I'm thinking about you alright!" A minute later I hear a big exhale from Robby, he jokingly goes, "But... I was only kidding about that Willie reference anyway... I don't care about him. The tears, by the way, were caused from you sticking your finger in my eye a little while ago... when we were rustling around there. You know, right after I finished fucking you a new asshole." I knew he was lying, he'd been emotional and that's what the tears were all about... he had humor in his voice again though, which I was glad to hear because maybe I'd overdid the drama queen act with the "I love you so much" routine.. I do love him so much, but we can't be so ultra dramatic all the time or we'll seem like a couple of girls for Christ sakes... I said, "Oh, was that your eye, I was trying to get my finger up your ass... sorry". He sat up "I can understand your mistake since my asshole is so close to my eye." All the wonderful feelings and scents from him were mesmerizing. He goes, "I wanna give you a hickey now Dylan, just like the hickeys Willie always gave you, OK?" I go, "I'd love getting a hickey from you, Robby." His cum drenched dick dragged against the side of my thigh as he got comfortably next to me doing the fistful of hair routine again pushing my head back and holding it in place. Robby showed no mercy with that hickey, it was worse than one of Willie's. I refused to beg him to stop though, but I did make a little promise to myself to get revenge on him someday... revenge in a sweet way, sucking and licking his yummy skin till he squealed the way I feel like doing... heh heh. He finally let go of my hair to kiss my lips and say, "Now you have my mark on you, Dylan... you belong to me now." I looked in his eyes to see if he was serious... he looked serious, I dumbly nodded my head at him as I my dick swelled to half-boner status. Reaching down to stroke it a few times with one hand and feeling my bumpy hickey with the other I was thinking how fabulous this Senior class trip has been already. My cock felt real good, so did my ass... my hickey, on the other hand, was stinging a little, but it's Robby's hickey which I actually liked having on my neck. "Lets take a shower together, Dylan... OK?" I made myself not think of Willie although I just did, mumbled "Splendid idea!" and, still feeling my hickey, I followed Robby into the bathroom. We had a nice shower together shampooing each others hair, ass, and nuts till those areas were squeaky clean. We washed the rest of us too, it was awesome. After the shower we dried each other, then took another towel and did a once over in the bathroom returning it to a facsimile of how it looked earlier this afternoon. After Robby carefully covered my hickey with a Bandaid we adjusted the bedding on his mattress until it looked pretty much like the other bed. Finally we got dressed. While getting dressed the thought past through my brain that I'd been naked all this time with Robby and I'd felt as comfortable and relaxed about it as I feel when I'm naked with Willie or Chubby, so that's a new thing too... sweet! Taking the wet towels down the hall we exchanged them for fresh ones from a room that had a sign on the door that read... "LINENS... AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY". After replacing the towels in our bathroom we went back out on the street and walked around for an hour or so just killing time and giving each other smirks and smiles along the way... you know, enjoying being in love. Our plan was to hang out around the subway station at four o'clock to hook up with our group when they came off the train, but that didn't work out because there was too much activity with regular commuters getting out of work and all that. Instead we just sat on a bench in a little park across the street and evaluated the cuteness of boys walking by... not too many got an "A" rating. It's fun hanging out with Robby, even when we're doing nothing. I don't know how we missed the group returning from the Art Museum, but we did... the hell with em'. Just as we were about ready to abandon our place in the park Robby poked my side and nods toward the other end of the park where Elliot and Jay were strolling down the path looking like two gay boys... I don't exactly know why I say that, they weren't holding hands or anything, just something about their body language I guess. They were surprised to see us because, as Elliot dead-panned, we were suppose to be lost. That's according to our group leader... that was meant mostly as a joke, they knew we just bagged the museum idea, other kids did too. Jay told us the museum trip was cut short and everyone was back at the hotel by three-thirty... it was free time till dinner. Robby and me go, "Oh... is that right?"... we didn't care. The four of us wandered out of the park together, up one street and down another, talking and taking in the sights. We saw two other kids from our school and it was like running into long lost relatives with the hand shake, hug, and pat on the back all the way around... "Dude, New York City rocks, huh?"... like that. They were going in the opposite direction... a little later we stopped at a cart selling hot roasted peanuts and bought some. We ate the peanuts as we walked, littering the streets with the shells, then bought cans of soda from another street vender to combat the salty peanuts... everything cost more here than it does in Framingham. When we finally got back to the hotel we shared an elevator with Elliot and Jay who got off one floor before our floor. Robby and I walked down the hall to our room and found Wayne and Chubby inside arguing about something to do with their so-called girlfriends. As soon as we walked in Chubby immediately stops talking to Wayne and says to us, "Where the hell have you two been? I covered for you with that guy who's suppose to keep track of our group, that Dave guy... but ya gotta check in with him before six o'clock or he'll need to report you missing. It's his ass if you're lost in the city and he didn't report it." Wayne goes, "Don't be ruining the trip for the rest of us... try doing what you're suppose to be doing for once!" Real bossy, but we ignored him. Robby had picked-up a copy of our trip instructions which is chuck full of information and, after glancing at it mumbles, "Thanks, Chub. Here's Dave's room number, Dylan... he's way the fuck down on the forth floor." Robby and I took the same elevator down that we'd just rode up on then sauntered up the hall to Dave's room, which he's sharing with three other group leaders. I knocked and when a short Hispanic kid answered I asked for Dave who came out of the bathroom to sarcastically say, "Oh goodie, it's Dickers and Newman who aren't lost after all. I'm right aren't I, you're not lost are you?" I go, "I didn't know you were a comedian, Dave... good for you. Hey, how'd you all get to be group leaders in the first place...?" the Hispantic kid who'd opened the door says, "We got bad luck, that's how..." Robby goes, "Well, we're your missing boys alright, Dave... we were lost, but now we're found. Sorry bout that... we missed the subway stop and got all fucked-up trying to find our way back to it... wrong trains, perverts, you name it. A bitch of a time really." Dave waves his hand at us like, enough bull shit already and puts a line through our names on the missing in action list. They were cool with it... the Hispanic group leader introduces himself as Jaun Sanches and we go, "Hey, nice to meet ya, Juan..." and we get into a discussion about the fight on the train. Juan goes, "You're two of the guys who got Miguel's back in that shit storm on the train, ain't cha?" We admit to it and he's bumping fists with us calling Robby and me nano and cuate which means, brother, friend, buddy... like that. We're in tight with the Hispanic boys now so if we ever need them to get our back, no problem. Juan tells us that Miguel and Javier avoided the police OK, but Miguel kinda got the shit kicked out of him by that twenty-something year old guy who grabbed Miguel to start the whole thing. Miguel needed some stitches at the hospital so that's not too cool. Juan talked about the confined fighting situation we found ourselves in... that wicked tight, small space and blah, blah, blah... I listened nodding my head, but mostly I was grateful no one mentioned anything about me being more like an observer than a fighting participant. By the time we left the room Juan had built us up so much Robby and I felt like celebrities. Robby's like, "Well OK... don't fuck with us Framingham boys unless you want to get a good ass whipping... right, Dylan." I go, "Fucking A..." It reminded me of Chubby's and my bravado after certain fights we'd been in together. We saw Alex later at dinner which was served in the same ballroom we had lunch in... his right eye was closed but he didn't seem to care about that, it was a badge of honor as far as he was concerned. Dinner was another buffet, this one with an Italian flavor. Pizza, of course... also large rectangle metal pans of lasagna, all kinds of stuffed ravioli, other kinds of buttered pastas, red and white sauces, garlic bread, huge salad bowls, meatball and sweet Italian sausages, and all kinds of soft drinks. Of course there existed the normal bad-asses in attendance, the dudes who must be bad or they're not happy... they smuggled pint bottles of rum and vodka on the trip to spike soft drinks with... none of the guys I was with took advantage of that tonight though. After dinner the four hundred or so boys and girls went to the next ballroom where there was a casino night set-up for us... play money of course, and a disc jockey playing tunes too, and some dancing. I showed off some of the dance moves Willie had taught me. So it was pretty cool overall. Chubby was one of the casino winners at the end of the night... his prize was a New York Yankee sweat shirt. He came over to us dragging it behind him, saying, "Good thing I won this, now if we run out of toilet paper we got something we can use to wipe our ass with". Mary Jo snaps, "Chubby, watch your mouth! Get some class!" She'd been into the spiked drinks and slurred her words slightly. Chubby gave her a look, his eyes squinting, almost closed... I know that look, it means "are you out of your fucking mind?" I had to contain my smirk thinking, go ahead and push it Mary Jo and you can kiss Chubby's ass goodbye forever. She missed the exchange though, oblivious to the obvious. Those two aren't going to last... heh, heh. Midnight is our curfew so we were up in the room taking care of the sleeping arrangements by ten after twelve. Wayne was drunk so pretty much useless getting the mattress off the box springs... I helped Robby with that, then Wayne collapsed on the box springs with only a blanket over him. He was was soon snoring quietly. The rest of us took turns peeing, brushing our teeth and washing up, getting ready for bed like normal people do. Robby had that double bed mattress all to himself and looked pretty pleased with things when he spread out under the covers... he looked good enough to eat too. Chubby was in the bathroom so I blew Robby a kiss and got his hot smile back in return. Finishing in the bathroom Chubby hopped in our bed, I shut the light and climbed in bed beside him. As I was getting my arms around his slim tight body, like we always do on the rare occasions we get to sleep together, he whispers, directly into my ear, "We can't sleep like we normally do, Dylan... for God sakes, use your head." He's right of course, but it's wicked disappointing. It may be hard to believe, but I hadn't given that aspect of things a single thought until just now. I couldn't have my arms around him so I flopped over and got the back of my skinny self up against the front of his slim body... inching my way in till I was tight against him. After a half minute Chubby does an exasperated exhale mumbling, "You're something else, Dylan... oh, alright" and he put one arm loosely over my side... I sigh, smile, and fall asleep happy. Next morning after an early breakfast we've got free time until the bus for the Statue Of Liberty & Ellis Island tour takes off at ten-thirty. A group of us, including Robby, Chubby, Elliot, Ray, Connor, me, and eight other guys, all guys for once... took the subway out to see the new billion+ dollar Yankee Stadium. We didn't get lost either and that's thanks to Connor and his best bud, Joe Perkins... those boys had the exact series of subway transfers we needed to take. Almost all the boys were wearing Red Sox gear so that caused a bit of a stir on two of the trains although there were too many of us acting brazen for any of the New York Yankee fans to do anything but banter with us back and forth a little. Two minor scuffles with a couple of rude twenty-something year old New Yorkers who were offended at some our our anti-Yankees comments, but they wound-up on their asses cursing us with that crude New York accent, or is it a Brooklyn accent? Anyway we arrived safely at Yankee stadium... it's a huge ball park, the outside structure I mean, and especially when compared to tiny Fenway Park... oh well, the "Yankees Suck" cheer was heard around their new stadium more than a few times and we all enjoyed diss'in the place and then eating an early hotdog lunch outside, in the front of the stadium. Naturally we'll have another lunch later on... great freaking hotdogs, I'll give em' that. We got back just in time to check-in with our various group leaders, get our tickets and board the bus for Battery Park and the beginning of the tour. A bunch of us commandeered the long back seat on the bus and Connor held court telling jokes, some of which were pretty raunchy, so it got kinda raucous back there. I only remember one of the jokes, a clean one... A man sees a sign advertising a talking dog for sale. He rings the bell and is told the talking dog is in the backyard so the guy goes back to see for himself. He sees a dog and hesitantly asks, "Do you talk?" "Yes, I do" the dog says. "What's your story" asked the man and the dog tells him that as a puppy he realized he could talk and he wanted to put this ability to good use. He volunteered for the Army and was used all over the world as a spy listening in on our enemies meetings and then reporting back and providing invaluable information that saved hundreds of lives. When he got worn out doing that he signed up as airport security dog wandering near suspicious passengers listening in on their conversations and prevented two plane hijackings and one bombing. Through his military and private endeavors he received over twenty medals for honorary duty. He's retired now, working on his third wife having fathered forty-five kids (puppies). It's amazing! The man goes inside and says, "How much do you want for that dog?" The owner says, "Ten dollars" Astonished, the man asks "Why in the hell are you selling him so cheaply?" The owner says, "Because he's a liar... he never did any of that shit!" This Senior trip was rockin'! Everyone I talked to was having a blast. We unloaded off the bus at Battery Park into a long, long line leading into a large building that looked like a warehouse. Everyone in this line already had a ticket for Liberty Island, there was another long line of people who hadn't gotten their tickets for the island yet... they waited in line to buy a ticket that allows them to get at the back of this line! None of us could believe how many people wanted to see the Statue Of Liberty. It was a beautiful day though and we had fun goofing around in line so the time passed quickly for us... I'm not at all sure how quickly it passed for adults in our vicinity with all our loud horsing around, but that's their problem. After forty-five minutes we're inside the building and into the security phase of the tour. It's easier getting on an intercontinental airplane then getting on the ferry to Liberty Island, let me leave it at that. We went from security to getting our asses packed tightly on that ferry, there appeared to be three or four hundred people on the boat. A few of us guys stayed outside with lots of the regular tourists where we could breath easier, we were up against a railing... it was a pretty cool ride to the Island actually. Robby, who often plays the role of tour guide, read a few facts about the Statue to our little group. The Statue Of Liberty arrived in New York, as a gift to America from France, in July of 1886... it was in 350 pieces when it got here and took four months to put together. He read us other facts and figures but I was busy studying an Asian boy's face so I missed out on the additional info. The Asian boy looked blankly back at me without blinking. He was no more than ten feet from me, there was this opening in the crowd that allowed us to look at each other. I can't imagine why this boy, who's about my age, would keep staring back at me like he's doing, but then, he's probably wondering the same thing about me. The boy was with his mother and father who I can only see parts of, but I could faintly hear their voices when they spoke to the boy, they spoke in a foreign language... there's a lot of that going on in New York City. The boy would turn his head slightly to reply to something his parents said, maintaining eye contact with me while he did it. He was no more than five feet, six inches tall and I'm not sure why I think he's my age, he could be younger for all I know. His dark brown hair was longish and wavy with some dark red streaks, obviously died, that looked kinda cool. His flawless light bronze skin tone and fine facial features were highlighted by his almond-shaped, pale hazel eyes. I can't recall ever seeing another Asian person with eyes other than black... this kid was very striking looking. He had a somewhat arrogant cast to his eyes or maybe it's his pose, the way he's standing there with a challenging stare... I don't actually know what it is, but I can't look away from him, and then the crowd moved blocking our sight lines. Someone said, "There it is, Liberty Island" and there followed a general shuffling on deck. I bit my lip and played with my pecker through my cargo pants pockets for a little bit thinking about all the boy watching I do and how it's kinda rare spotting exotic looking boys like the Asian boy, beautiful ones are so rare, but I also admitted to myself that there's something special in almost every boy's appearance that makes him worth looking at. I looked over then and saw another exceptionally good looking boy, and this one just happens to be my boyfriend. Robby was done his tour guide responsibilities and was looking back at me now, we smiled and he came close to me to quietly say, "I saw him too... yum yum!" and we both chuckled. It's fun being gay! The ferry docked very nicely and the throngs of people exited onto Liberty Island. There isn't a hell of a lot there to see except the Statue of Liberty, there's plenty of stands selling over-priced trinkets that you can buy though... no shortage of those things. There's also a nice grassy park around the Statue and a lot of information about the statue is available too, but other than appreciating the statue's huge size up-close, Liberty Island is a bit of a yawn, ya know? Robby was bored pretty early on and wanted to find someplace we could make out, I said, "Dude, there are thousands of people on this little island, there simply is no isolated spot." He's a horny fellow, my boyfriend... and I like that! We compromised and settled for a lot of bumping into each other as we walked aimlessly around. Later, Robby went inside the restaurant to get us sodas... I waited for him outside, leaning against one of the stands that sells replicas of the statue. Out of nowhere Connor appears, "Yo Dylan, wassup?" We did a little hug and I told him how funny I thought his jokes had been on the bus. He said, "Thanks, man... hey, you still remember about my crush on you, right?" I go, "Ah yeah, you just told me about it again the other day... so, yeah... I know about your crush, Connor... and I like you too..." I was remembering the confession of love and devotion that he recently laid on me... and ya know, it's both flattering and a little embarrassing at the same time. The fact is, I don't know what to do with it or how I should handle it. Connor's very attractive and the couple of times we had a little buddy sex together were certainly hot and fun times for sure, but I'm in love with Robby now and, damn... I don't know what to do about Connor. Right this second he's technically standing inappropriately close to me, I mean as far as straight boys' rules are concerned. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us and didn't see anyone I knew, but Robby would be coming back any minute. Connor says, "Do you? Do you like me because I badly want to do that sexy thing we did together again. I didn't do it so good last time and I really, really want to try again... can we, Dylan?" I go, "Buddy-sex is cool, Connor... sure, dude. I liked it too." He goes, "I've been kinda noticing something ... no offense or anything and you don't need to say yea or nea, but you and Rob Dickers look like you're boyfriends, are ya?" I take a deep breath and go, "Yeah, we are..." and Connor says, "I never would have though Rob was gay" and I mumbled, "I never thought you were until you, ya know... came on to me, which I'm not complaining or dissing you about... I'm just saying." Robby had kind of a sad expression, then said, "You're a really good guy, Dylan... wish I got to you before he did. I won't bother you and Robby, but if you can give me a chance to, you know, do that with you... I'd really like to try it again, dude" and he squeezes my arm, smiles at me and starts to say something else but stops and makes a goofy face, then waves and walks away. I felt bad for him. God dammit!... he deserves a great boyfriend and I don't even know another unattached gay boy to steer his way. Robby startles me by saying, "Yo, Dylan... you spacing out again? Here's your soda, that place is a madhouse inside..." and we walked over to a stone wall to sit on it and drink our sodas while sneaking a cigarette, there isn't suppose to be any smoking on the island of course... rules, rules, rules. Halfway through the cigarette I spotted Connor laughing with his bud Joe Perkins and a few other guys over near the crowded dock which made me feel a little better about things... glad he has friends to hook-up with at least. I wonder if maybe.... nah, Joe isn't gay. He's not cute either, bummer. Robby and I hooked-up with Chubby, Mary Jo, Wayne and his girlfriend to eat a late lunch... our second lunch of the day. I was kinda quiet eating my cheeseburger trying to figure out what the fuck Chubby saw in Mary Jo... I'm serious. She's not funny or all that good looking... Robby is much better looking than her! and she's always going, "Jefffff-rreeee..." drawing out his two-syllable name, ya know... indicating he's being bad about saying something or doing something she disapproves of. Chubby just smirks or says, "Oops, did I say the F-bomb again?" And Wayne... what fun is he? At one point I looked over at Robby, he catches my eye and shrugs, like "what the fuck?..." Oh well, I'll leave it at this... the attraction of the girls and Wayne, any of their crowd for that matter, totally alludes me. Our scheduled departure, via ferry, to the second island, Ellis Island, was scheduled for three-thirty and we all congregated at the dock along with all the other tourist to repeat the overcrowded ferry ride again, like the one we experienced getting here. Wayne says, "Newman, ya think you can get on the ferry without fucking up?" I'm like, "What's your problem, dude?" Wayne gives me the finger... I see Chubby looking at Wayne then, and he looked a little bit pissed-off. I caught Chubby's eye and mumble, "Fuck it... no big deal". I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. On the ferry I made sure to separate myself from Wayne. It was about a fifteen minutes ride on the water to Ellis Island, I spent most of the time looking for the exotic Asian boy, without success... he could have been on the other side of the ferry, or even on another ferry altogether. It would be fun getting to know him... I wonder what an Asian boyfriend would be like. Docking and disembarking on Ellis Island... frankly, Ellis Island didn't appear any more exciting than Freedom Island had been, maybe one needs to be more interested in history than I am to fully appreciate everything... maybe these sight-seeing tours would be a tad more exciting if I gave a shit. That's what I thought until we watched a thirty minute movie called "Island of Hope, Island of Tears" which did give me a much better appreciation of the immigrant's experience on Ellis Island and actually it almost caused a tear... well, I did have a few tears, but luckily no one saw them. I'll tell ya one thing, people were a lot tougher in those days then we are now, the hardships they endured back then are mind-boggling. This is a staggering statistic... between 1892 and 1954 twelve million steerage and third class steamship passengers, twelve million people, were processed through Ellis Island. And we think we need to wait too long in those sectioned off lanes for Disneyworld rides... oh my God, you should see the sectioned off lanes that were packed with people way back then, twenty-four hours a day, waiting for their turn to be processed. And worse, after all they needed to go through some were turned away at the last moment and had to return to Europe leaving members of their family, who'd already been processed through immigration in New York, behind. The unlucky ones floated back alone to wherever they'd come from... that's hard! It wasn't an uplifting experience exactly and I was glad to once again get squished together with too many people on the ferry, this time heading back to New York City and the end of the tours. Robby and I sat together but were kind of quiet... tired a little, bored a little, and overwhelmed a little by the stark reality of Ellis Island and the millions of penniless immigrants who in most cases couldn't even speak English, but who did everything humanly possible to pass through Ellis Island to the land of opportunity... to America. Back at the hotel Robby and I took the elevator to our floor and collapsed on his bed... my arm under Robby's neck. Our heads together we talked for a bit, listening for any scratching sounds at our door that might indicate Chubby or Wayne were using their key to unlock the door. Robby began the "I love you, Dylan" discussion again... he wanted me to go into the "I love you more, Robby" discussion but instead of doing that I did a long kiss on the side of his head smelling his skin and getting a wicked hard boner. He rolled over on top of me and, fully dressed, we went into this insane make-out... it's like we'd been starved for each other's affection during a six month separation or something... we were wild and hungry and humping our dicks through our pants against each other. Totally nuts! Robby's tongue in my mouth, his slim body wreathing on top of me, his cock like a stubby pole poking my boner... I was right on the verge of cumming in my pants again when I hear some subtle noises at the door... someone's coming in. Talking with Robby's tongue in my mouth isn't easy, but I made enough gargling sounds to get Robby's attention, he immediately understands and rolls off me to hustle into the bathroom... the front of his pants poking out with a wet spot where the head of his boner leaked. I adjusted my boner sideways, fastened the head in the leg slit of my jockey shorts, and tried to act casual as Wayne comes into the room, looks around and asks, "You seen Jeff?" I go "Not since Ellis Island..." He looks at me with a strange expression and goes, "You OK, Newman... you're all red-faced and sweaty... what the fuck is wrong with you anyway?" I mumbled, "I'm fucking fine, I was just doing some sit-ups, that's all." He didn't like my attitude, I could tell... he gave me another look, shook his head disgustedly and left without saying goodbye... rude. I went into the bathroom then... Robby was just finishing a pee. I say, "Wayne stopped in looking for Chubby, he didn't appear to appreciate my attitude." Robby says, "He's an creep. Hey, you say he's looking for Chubby? We got some time... how about fucking me in here real quick, Dylan... you know, while we have the chance... like we do it in your half bath at home". It was ridiculously stupid to risk it, but he turns me on so much I didn't hesitate. Unbuttoning my pants and shaking my head up and down... I wheeze-out "Yeah, OK, that's hot, Robby... let's do it". Without even unbuttoning them he pulled his pants past his slim hips and halfway down his thighs, then leaned forward to grab the edge of the sink pushing his ass up towards me at the same time. My shaved crotch was up against his bare, hairless ass in a flash... my cock pointing upward, wedged in the length of his crack, my body leaning against him, my dick getting even harder. Breathing was of course already screwed-up as I'm dry humping against his buttocks, then backing away from him I smack his ass like Willie does to me and then leaned into him again to rub my cock on his buttocks, then lean backwards to smack his ass some more with Robby going "Ohh Ah, Ow Ow!" I was dragging my hard cock over his perfect boy's ass, precum leaving a wet trail on his pink ass cheeks. Biting my bottom lip I got the wet head of my boner at his hole and forced it right inside him... just the head. Gritting my teeth and holding him by the hips I thrust forward and pushed my boner another four inches up his ass. Robby made a long hissing sound through closed lips, his arms quivering as they stretched out to the sink, his head hanging between them. Humping my hips against his ass got my cock the rest of the way in with Robby's body shuddering and him going "Ohhhh....". My cock totally up his ass, I immediately withdrew it and then shoved it right back in to the hilt hearing another long hissing sound from Robby. It's so different fucking without lube... it's better, actually. Spots before my eyes, my cock as rock-hard as it's ever been, I exhaled a long breath and sucked in a big lung-full of air, then humped his hole with four inch thrusts until my boner was penetrating his hole smoothly. Very early during that lube-less tight ride my balls had begun to move up in their sac... the sensations were awesome, Robby's ass is a work of art... watching my boner move in and out of that great asshole of his, all shiny now with precum and ass juices, it's a huge turn-on! Robby goes, "It's feeling fantastic now, Dylan... oh God! Do it faster..." I smacked his ass and slammed my cock up inside him hard, then again and again with Robby moaning, "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass...!". Robby had his head pulled back now while he groaned and babbled with each shove of my cock inside him... "Oh shit it feels so good..." If Wayne thought I was sweaty five minutes ago, he should check me out now... sweat was running in my eyes, it glistened on my arms as I clung to Robby's hips with one hand and spanked his ass with the other. I was too far gone to do anything now except rabbit fuck him and did I ever go at it. Getting real close now to blowing my load, the intense sensations, almost like pain on both sides of my thighs and all around my balls, my cock felt like it was electric, my cock's head was vibrating. I let go of Robby's hips entirely now so I could get both my arms around his chest and pull him up against me, the side of his sweaty head next to the side of mine. He moved his face over with his lips doing air-kisses so I got my face turned to meet his lips and we kissed awkwardly... after two sloppy kisses I pulled away from his lips and really fucked him hard and fast... Robby grunting with every quick drive up his hole, bumping his body against mine with each rough thrust. Out of breath with the effort, I looked up to see Robby's reflection in the mirror over the sink ... his three and a half inch boner poking straight out from his bush, his eyes closed, his head bobbing slightly with each shot up his ass, he's moaning and spraying misty saliva ladened " Ah!"s and "Oh!" sounds every time I slam my crotch against his ass and my cock punched up his hole... I couldn't hold back my climax any longer, but just a second before I climaxed out comes a long, thin, fast-moving stream of cum from Robby's boner... he's making a sound almost like a scream, the kind of instant scream you might make if someone jumps in front of you in a dark alley and scares the shit out of you. I fired my load up his ass as he shot off another nice string of cum making the same quick scream sound he made with his initial cum shot. The screams made me smile even though I was in the throes of ecstasy by now. Another blast of cum from my cock and now I'm fucking dizzy as cum begins splattering around Robby's ass causing a smacking sound every time my crotch slapped into his buttocks... cum splattered the white finger prints on his pink ass cheeks. All told it was only a six minute fuck, but it used up all the energy I had available to me. Oh man! what fantastic sensations I had throughout my body, especially all around my pelvic area... somehow I came to my senses after a bit, let go of Robby and pulled my cock out of his ass. I was momentarily fascinated watching the long trail of cum that drooled out of his expanded hole, the cum curled around to the inside of his thigh and moved down toward the back of his knee... a lot of spunk. Robby was pulling on his pecker now, still moaning. I shook my head to get my brain working and said, "We're stupid taking these chances", buttoning up my pants while talking, "You take a shower, OK... and clean up this spunk. I'll get out there in case Wayne or Chubby comes back..." Robby goes, "That felt soooo good, Dylan... give me a kiss." We did another wet sloppy kiss and I was out of there bringing a hand towel with me to wipe the sweat off my forehead, then spotting a bottle of spring water I opened it and used the water to wash my face. I'd barely dried my face when I heard the shower go on... good boy, Robby! Then, a few seconds later, as I was checking the front of my pants to be sure no cum spots had leaked through from my cum soaked cock, the door opened and in comes Chubby and Wayne. Robby and I had made it by less then a minute! My head snapped up as Chubby's going, "I hear you're doing sit-ups now, Dylan... ha! you're so full of it. I told Wayne he probably caught you jerking off and you made-up that BS story about sit-ups to cover for wacking off... ha ha ha" Chubby was high energy as always, he gave me a quick hug and pat on the back to show he was only kidding. I say, "You know very well Jeffrey that I've never jerked-off in my entire life..." Wayne's like, "Riiiiight...". I flopped on Chubby's and my bed and we exchanged stories of our experiences today. I was quite pleased to hear that Mary Jo threw-up on the ferry ride back to the buses, "A form of sea sickness I guess..." is how Chubby put it. If I'm not mistaken he was suppressing a chuckle when he said it too. I go, "Oh, that's a shame..." Wayne frowned looking from Chubby to me and then back to Chubby as if he didn't know what to think... were we making fun of Mary Jo's misfortune? Could that be? Not wanting to think Chubby was mocking Mary Jo he focused his displeasure on me by saying, "You're weird, Newman, ya know that? You're weird..." I smiled real friendly-like, and in a cheery voice said, "Fuck you, Wayne!" Robby came out from his shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and I goofily yell, "I'm next for a shower...". Wayne mumbles, "What a dorky asshole you are" under his breath. Chubby looks over at Wayne, skips a beat, then says, "Yo Wayne, I don't think I care for you dissing on my main homeboy like that... you got a problem with him, then you also got a problem with me." I stood there waiting to see what's what. Chubby was still looking at Wayne with a blank expression on his face... he'd said his warning in a neutral enough voice, it was basically Wayne's move. Wayne shrugged and mumbled, "Look, you two skinny dudes do not want to press it and get me pissed off at you, you really, really don't... I'll just leave it at that." Chubby goes, "We're not real worried about it actually, I repeat... you got a problem with Dylan, then you got a problem with me too... I'm just saying, ya know? In case you decide to diss him again, it's gonna definitely be a problem for you." It was very silent for a few seconds, me standing halfway to the bathroom with my toiletry kit in my hand, Chubby on our bed leaning back on both pillows stacked together with his hands behind his head, Wayne in the desk chair, and Robby standing with a towel around his waist. Wayne's looking at nothing... Robby breaks the silence to say, "What Chubby says goes double for me, dude...". Wayne makes a face, stands up and goes, "What? Are you guys all gay or something... I got very little in common with any of you... Fuck it! I'm gone out to look for some of the guys. See ya ...." and he leaves. Chubby looks at the door closing behind Wayne, then he looks at Robby and me and says, "How rude was that? Just walks out on us... was it something I said, do ya think?" Robby's still looking serious as he nods his head slightly in Chubby's direction a couple of times... a sign of approval. I go, "What the fuck...? That guy's too sensitive!" then I smile at Chubby and he smiles back. That was that... just getting Wayne straightened out on what's up when it comes to close buds... just so he knows, he ain't got one here. I took my shower, then Chubby took his. Robby and I did a few little kisses while Chubby showered, nothing huge because we were sexually satisfied for the moment... just kissing cause we love each other. Buffet dinner again... roast chichen and all the usual stuff that goes with that like mashed potatoes, gravy, peas, cornbread stuffing, cranberry sauce, cole slaw and other vegtable choices, salads etc... the food was pretty damn good on this trip. We ate like pigs. Chubby hung with Robby, me, and the other stag boys tonight... Mary Jo was staying in... upset stomach. She might have been sea sick but I think she also had a wicked hangover from last night... what a fucking shame. After dinner we went with our group to see a broadway shown... it was "Billy Elliot" which, if I didn't know better seemed like it would suck. Someone wants to dance ballet or some such shit. Robby assured me it was a fantastic show... he'd seen the movie four times and when I found out the star is a boy, well that peeked my interest. We all sat in the balcony, which theater people insist on calling the mezzanine. The tickets Robby, Chubby, and me had were pretty far back but just before the curtain goes up Chubby points to three vacant seats near the front of the balcony and we quietly left our shitty seats and walked down to these excellent seats and settled in... cool! The show was funny, the music hot, Billy and his friend were cute and talented... but the most amazing thing of all was Billy's dancing. There was definitely some ballet, but other free style dancing too... all of it astonishingly good. The actor who played Billy's part was twelve years old... that doesn't seem like enough years to have practiced enough to be able to do what he did... I was totally won over by Billy's wonderful talent and got completely absorbed in the show, like most everyone else. It was simply beyond belief! How wonderful to be able to act, sing, and dance like that twelve year old boy. Chubby liked it almost as much as I did, but Robby liked it most of all. Great night... so interesting doing something so new like this... seeing a broadway show, so cool. Back at the room, after the theater, Wayne showed up with a big bucket of popcorn and a half gallon of orange soda for all of us to share... you know, as a snack while we watched some TV before bed. We hadn't seen him again after he stormed out of the room... we talked and messed around as if that confrontation earlier this evening had never taken place. It was business as usual except Wayne was quite pleasant to me, which was new. Light breakfast the next morning, then a reverse of everything we'd done to get here. Walk back to Penn Station, wait for our train, then pick out our seats for the ride home. This time we couldn't find hidden seats so we sat at a table-seat next to a window, this one for six people... three seats on either side of a table. Chubby was with Robby and me... no sign of Mary Jo and I didn't ask. We played nickel and dime poker with three other guys the entire trip while drinking vodka spiked orange juice so that by the time we pulled into the Route 128 train station in Westwood a number of us were slightly drunk and slurring our words a bit. I lost thirteen dollars and Robby won almost twenty, Chubby broke even... everyone is saying "How the hell can that much money change hands from betting nickels?" We didn't have an answer to that and I couldn't help but noticed that no one offered to return any of my thirteen dollars worth of nickels either. Robby was picked-up by his Mom, we waved goodbye and then Chubby drove him and me home... we managed to get there without running into anything. We labeled our Senior class trip to New York City a success... Chubby and I went inside to take a nap and sleep off the vodka load. The Moms were working so we napped together in my twin bed, sleeping like we normally sleep, in each others arms... two happy, grinning, identical twin brother, each the other's best friend in the whole wide world. to be concluded......... Part 2 of 2.... Dylan's Confession & Graduation by Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com