Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:23:51 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter 12 Part 2 of 2 (Dylan's Confession... Graduation) by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR by Donny Mumford Chapter 12 Part 2 of 2 (Dylan's Confession... and Graduation) I'm having a convoluted dream. It seems Robby, Chubby, and me are all sleeping in my little twin bed. We have our arms and legs around each other... we're a human boy-ball, and a slightly damp one at that. With three of us in this small bed we better hold-on to each other. Then, what's this...? I'm noticing a bad taste in my mouth, and I've got this dull headache too... hmmmm? Even so, bad taste, headache, whatever... it's nice hugging these two beautiful boys. I do need to wonder why the three of us are in bed together though... and what about boners, shouldn't there be boners? Ooooh, my head hurts! Awareness crept slowly upon me and pushed my foolish dream state back into my subconscious mind where it belongs. It's still not clear to me, is this another part of the dream, or is it finally becoming reality? I need to open an eye and see what there is to see and finally I do get one eye open and yes, it's my bedroom alright and I am in my twin bed hugging someone, but it's just him and me, not three. Ah ha! Finally my head is clearing, there's only one boy with this exact subtle scent, it's Chubby. But why is he here...? More reality rushes in on me and takes control of my hung-over brain, oh yeah... this is right after our senior class trip. That's right, we played poker and drank booze on the train back from New York City, what were those drinks called?... wrenches?... and shit, I lost thirteen dollars playing poker! I really, really, hate that! And it's not wrenches you idiot, it's screwdrivers... that's what we were drinking, vodka and orange juice. Jeez, they tasted so good at the time but now the thought of drinking one... yuck, throw up! Well, the screwdrivers are the explanation for my headache, but where's Robby? Oh, don't be stupid Dylan, that's the dream part... what possible explanation could there be for him sleeping here with Chubby and me. I'm fully awake now and all of a sudden everything seems so obvious... duh! Chubby drove us home after the bus ride from the train station. Then Chubby and I had staggered, slightly drunk, up the steps to the condo and read my Mom's note explaining she was at work filling-in for an absent afternoon waitress. Ah ha... the perfect thing, an afternoon nap to sleep off the vodka! Working-up the willpower to open both eyes I now see the top of Chubby's head just below my chin. I'm enjoying the feel of Chubby in my arms with his hair tickling my chin. I lean my head down and rub my nose lightly across the tops of his hair... what an exciting smell he has. His smell, although different than Robby's yummy personal scent, is just about as sexy. Actually I'm not sure a comparison's valid because I've been enjoying Chubby's smell since the day I was born. Rubbing my chin back and forth through that thick, soft, dark brown hair... ahh, so nice... his hair has grown-in to be as long as Robby's flattop. With Robby's name in my head vivid memories of our awesomely sexy time on the class trip took over my mind. Robby and me were the only two boys in New York City that time we made-out on the streets of New York... boys in heat, that was us. The memory of Robby pressing me up against the front of a building, trying to devour me is a surreally hot extemporaneous experience of a lifetime. Robby crushing me against that tall building, both of us kissing and licking and sucking each others face like wild things, grinding our hard cocks together, humping our hips, breathing fast and hard in each others face, hearts pounding fast against our ribs. Robby actually made me cum in my pants right there in front of scores of strangers! And WOW, what a time we had fucking each other later on, and much more making-out too, making out like maniacs... and how about me sucking his great little cock, awesome time on the class trip. And after the sex we were sexually-satisfied boys happily hanging-out together, bumping against one another as we walked the streets of the ultra cool and fascinating New York City. What a great adventure that had been, wish we could do it again starting tomorrow morning. Thinking about that stuff caused a gasp to escape my throat... the thrill of the memories have my cock squirming from one side of my boxers to the other. Oh yeah... stroking it slowly gets it harder and harder, feeling better and better... oh man I love boners. Uh-oh, at this exact moment though the boner situation might be a bit of a problem cause I've got my arms around the sleeping Chubby, his ass against my crotch and my boner pressing against him. If he wakes-up it just might be an tad awkward, but it's feeling so fucking good I can't make myself pull it away and a full, loud, gasp escapes my lips now, followed quickly by a quiet moan... the feeling in my groin grows nicer and nicer... oh God, why am I such a horny boy? I love being gay and I love my boyfriends and I love our sex together. Oh my, yes... the hot sex! Even the kooky things Chubby and me do together... I love them too. I'm eighteen years old for Christ sakes, eighteen and a little horny... being horny isn't exactly a news flash. Chubby picks this time to rustle around in my arms, he flips over to face me mumbling "Huumph", but doesn't wake-up. It's fascinating to watch him adjust his sleeping self into a sort of fetal position... his back curved, his head bowed, his legs drawn-up, and his hands in his crotch. Actually I don't believe the hands in the crotch qualifies as part of the official fetal position, but what the hell... I mean, he's eighteen years old too and guys our age play with themselves one way or another, even while sleeping. Looking closely at his face I see movement behind his eyelids... he's dreaming. Wouldn't it be awesome if I'm in his dream like he was in mine a little while ago. It's amazing to think how the two of us have been together every day of our lives. In days gone by we were tighter than we are now, we were inseparable before we got our jobs. Now it's been more than a year of subtly changes in our relationship, but maybe it's not just getting the jobs that's caused us to drift apart a little, maybe it's the simple fact we're getting older. Guess I'm feeling a little melancholy staring at the face of my best friend, staring at my identical twin brother, as I like to say... melancholy because I'm afraid we'll never again be as close as we once were. But still, even though we're maybe not as tight it's an awesome thing to love someone the way I love Chubby, and to know he loves me the same... such a comfort, so fulfilling and so special, and unique, and unusual, and bizarre... it's all of those things and more, but I still wish we could be like we were when we were younger. Part of the changes between us is my love for Robby, it's a romantic love. I love Chubby too, but is it romantic love? Do I want to have sex with him like I have with Robby? Well, I'm not sure I'd want to have sex with Chubby like I do with Robby, but I would love to be sexually intimate with him... just to try it with him, that's all I'm saying. I'm gay for Christ sakes, why wouldn't I want to have sex with the person I've loved all my life? Chubby is so good looking too, very cute... but then, so is my boyfriend Robby. They're both uber cute, but at the same time they're almost polar opposites, appearance-wise. As I'm thinking this stuff Chubby moves once more and now there's no eyeball movement behind his eyelids... dream's over, I guess. Chubby's pink tongue makes an appearance, just the tip to lick his lips, then he makes another unintelligible sound and flops over to lay flat on his back... his slightly firm dick forms a small lump in the thin blanket at his crotch... nice. Chubby has that attractive tannish complexion, dark brown hair, big shiny dark brown eyes, and very cute facial features. I've stared at his face my whole life and have a normal brotherly attachment to it.. now I've also developed an appreciation of it as a gay boy. Like I said, it's a very different face than Robby's... Robby's is pale pink with rosy cheeks and light blond hair. Chubby has these smallish facial features and looking at them I reach over to lightly touch one of his small, well formed ears. He's got this mischievously cute mouth with nice lips and smallish very white teeth, a wonderful smile, a great sarcastic smirk... just a great mouth over all, and a cute chin... the chin never gets the credit it deserves in helping to form a cute face. Now here's a mysterious thing, Chubby's cute nose somehow looks tough on him. I don't know how to describe this phenomena accurately, it's just that his cute choirboy's face and his diminutive body somehow manages to give the impression that ya don't really want to fuck with this kid if you don't absolutely need to. Making a snorting sound Chubby gropes himself under the covers and then rolls toward me. I'm in this weird sentimental mood and can't stop myself from getting an arm under his neck and around his waist to pull him into my body again, chest to chest this time. I don't even care if he wakes up, I need to hug him and so I do. My boner had receded a bit but goes right back up to hard with the feel and the scent of Chubby. Then, without a notion I was going to do it, I put my face against the side of his and say, "I'm gay, Chubby... I should have confided that to you a long time ago and I'm very sorry I didn't". Immediately pulling my head away, my face hot, sweat braking out on my forehead... what the fuck did I do that for? I'm blinking my eyes staring at Chubby, he seems to be still sleeping. God damn... my heart's beating as if I'm scared to death of something, but what is there to be scared of? Am I really afraid to tell Chubby I'm gay? I should have confessed to him I'm gay when he confessed all that stuff about Ricky to me... and why do I insist on referring to it as confessing? Being gay's not a fucking crime, ya know! I check his face closely again, he seems to be asleep... good, he didn't hear me. Maybe I'm afraid to tell him I'm gay because he's been making those homophobic references lately... also, after his confession about Ricky he was very insistent that he wasn't gay, like it would be a horrible thing if he were. If I tell him I'm a queer maybe he won't love me anymore, or as much.. or maybe he won't like me as much as before. Liking someone and loving someone are two different things ya know... where Chubby's concerned I want to be loved and liked to the freaking maximum, till overdrive at record levels... I need his approval, his friendship, and his love and there's nothing I can do about it, I just need it. So I'm afraid to tell him. Another problem... I gotta take a pee, bad. The need to pee is finally over-ruling my musings so I reluctantly let go of Chubby and hop out of bed. My little bathroom is right there and I go in closing the door behind me. Ohhh yeah, it's such a relief to pee when ya gotta go real bad. I think booze makes me pee more than anything else. After peeing I wash my hands, get two Tylenol from the medicine chest over the sink and, with water from my cupped hand under the faucet, I swallow the pills. Next I elaborately brush my teeth getting rid of that horrible taste in my mouth, then gargle. After washing my face I feel dizzy and look forward to getting back into bed... what time is it anyway? Checking the time from the little clock on the shelf I see that we napped for over three hours, it's five o'clock in the afternoon. Tonight's activities includes a so-called ice cream social at the high school gym, it's also a dance with a DJ and so forth. There will be announcements throughout the night about students voted most popular and most likely to succeed and all that sort of thing. Since tomorrow is Saturday, and I quit my job at Stop and Shop, I can sleep late... so I'm good. Opening the bathroom door and glancing at my bed I see Chubby big eyes staring back at me. Just his eyes, forehead, and hair are visible because he's got the covers pulled up past his nose. From the look in his eyes I can tell he's grinning under the covers, both his eyes are full of mirth. I go, "What's so funny?" Talking with his mouth under the covers muffles his reply, I think he said, "What do you mean?" I grin and say, "Do you always answer a question with a question?" and he asks, "Do you?" We're getting no where fast so I take two steps toward the bed and dive landing half on Chubby, half on the mattress next to him. "You big ape!" he grunts, "How did you get so tall?" I say, "Still with the fucking questions, huh... let me under these covers." Under the covers Chubby grabs me complaining, "Ohhh, you're freezing..." Noticing an unpleasant smell, I say "It hurts me to tell you this Chubby, but you've got wicked bad breath!" He squeezes me real hard and says, "Whatever do you mean....?" exaggeratedly breathing his bad breath in my face as he speaks. I go, "Jesus! I'm gonna hurl!" Chubby jumps out of bed chuckling and into the bathroom he goes leaving the door wide open behind him. I hear his long, hard piss in the toilet water and then the tap water is turned on in the sink. In a few minutes he comes out with tooth paste on his lips, my toothbrush in his mouth... he says, "OK if I use your toothbrush, bro?" Shaking my head I say, "Absolutely not!" and we both laugh because we always use each others toothbrush when we sleep over. After another few minutes I hear Chubby gargling, just like I'd done earlier. Then he's a cannonball flying back on the bed, just missing my crotch and landing on my legs yelling "Don't let me fall off this fucking toddler-sized bed of yours!" I wrestled him around until we're both under the covers again. After getting comfy in each others arms Chubby blows a long exhaled breath in my face and asks, "Hows that smell?" I say, "Good! You're kissable now" and Chubby says, "You think so..." and he kisses me right on my lips. No tongue, but it's a wet kiss that lasts a few seconds with an exaggerated smacking noise at the end, one of those "mmmwwa" sounds as he finishes. It made me light-headed, my dick got hard, and tears ran down my face. Chubby's body isn't in contact with my boner and at first he didn't notice the tears. He's joking about the kiss, saying, "See, I'm not afraid to kiss my brother... you ever notice the Dickers brothers are always doing that quick as a..." then he sees my tears and gets very concerned, "What is it, Dylan? What's wrong, buddy? I was only kidding around... don't get upset!" His head is pulled away from mine a little as he takes his arm from around my neck to wipe the tears off my cheeks with the back of his fingers asking, "Really Dylan, what is it?" I tried to stop the tear flow by blinking my eyes and concentrating hard on how embarrassing these tears are. I swallowed noisily and said to myself.... tell him! In one long rambling sentence I say, "Please remember how much you mean to me and how much I need you to be my best friend so don't stop liking me and don't stop loving me but I gotta tell you something that's hard to tell ya but I gotta." Chubby's eyes got real soft as he mumbled, "It's OK Dylan... it'll be fine whatever it is." Just for a fleeting second I'm thinking maybe I can still get out of telling him, but that's stupid so I say quite clearly "Chubby, I'm gay... I like boys, not girls" then I started another long rambling, babbling, sentence..."and you know, you were messing around just now and when you kissed me as a joke I thought I needed to tell you I'm gay because it seems so unfair of me to misrepresent myself as straight and I should have told you months ago when Carl Denton was doing to me what, you know, Ricky forced on you, only Carl didn't force it on me I liked it and..." Chubby's going, "Shhhhh.... slow down, Dylan. It's OK. You're gonna... " Then he stops and says, "Carl Denton? That fat dork!? I told you not to go over to his place that time... didn't I? If that dickhead hurt you......" then he stopped talking again, sucked on his lips, and looked closely at me, silent for a bit. My mind was in shock mode and I must have looked fragile because Chubby soon spoke softly again, saying, "Oh, forget about Denton. Look, I've known you're gay for quite awhile, bro. It's alright, and don't worry that you took this long to tell me about it either. I had to work up the courage to tell you about Ricky, didn't I? I don't feel that I'm gay, but I don't mind that you feel you are. Whatever, I'll always love you Dylan, you're my identical twin, right? Isn't that what you always call us? A hundred years from now you'll still be best friends, we'll always be closer than anyone else has ever been. OK?" I realized then that tears were still coming down, what the fuck!? I muttered, "Why can't I stop crying, Chubby?" He says, "Do you always answer a question with a question?" and we both laughed. After a bit I stopped crying and say, "You knew I was gay but yet you still let me sleep with you and we hugged each other like always, and you just kissed me awhile ago...?" He says, "Sure, we're the same as we've always been... you and me are unique. No other two boys experienced what we've experienced growing-up. We're apart but inseparable at the same time, and we have been since the day we were born. And because of that, we get to do stuff with each other that straight boys would never do. We're special, you and me." I nodded my head, loving Chubby with an intensity that borders on the impossible. My confession made me feel very tired though... the emotion had been heavy for me and I felt relieved, but exhausted too. "Chubby, I don't wanna get mushy, but without you in my life I couldn't be happy, it's that simple. Can we just lay here and rest some more... I'm still feeling tired". Chubby gave me a small smile, the compassion showing in his eyes almost brought back my tears... he goes, "Sure, Dylan... we'll rest some more and then we gotta get some food, I'm starving, dude". I nodded my head again, I was overwhelmed with how wonderfully Chubby had handled this. Going to sleep easily and quickly in Chubby's arms, my head on his shoulder, my conscience clearer... so nice. Just before dosing off I got this dumb feeling like I was a little kid and Chubby was my father taking care of me... a father I never knew. I know it's stupid, but I let myself feel safe and loved, which certainly appears to be the case anyway... what a fabulous circumstance to find myself in! When I woke-up forty-five minutes later, I felt much better... no headache and no bad taste in my mouth. Plus, a large load off my mind. I'd finally told Chubby I'm gay and only now am I realizing what a big load it had been this entire past year, it had been weighing me down with uncertainty and doubt... and guilt for not confiding in my best friend. Of course I still need to decide about coming out to my Mom and Tris and whoever else I might tell. It's awesome though that now I have Chubby to help me with those decisions... once again we're a team without secrets and it feels so good I smiled a big smile to myself. Chubby quietly mutters, "What's so funny?" so I grin and mumble, "What do you mean?" Chubby goes, "Let's not have this answer a question with a question conversation again. I go, "OK, I forget my next line anyway..." Chubby's wide awake, he'd been waiting for me to wake up. He says, "You ask if I always answer a question with a question". So I ask him, "Well, do ya?" and, with a big grin, he asks "You hungry?" Chubby looks so bright-eyed and so young this morning... is it possible we're both almost nineteen years old? I feel younger than that... and maybe older than that too. I go, "Yeah, lets go out for pizza". We climb out of bed and quietly get dressed. Right off I notice there's some kind of awkward, deferential, almost formal interaction going on between us. It's weird because my confession and Chubby's reaction had gone so well, but now it's like we're lost about what comes next. Driving to Sal's, just for conversation I go, "Is Mary Jo better, she was sick wasn't she... sea sick or something?" Chubby's deep in thought, probably trying to figure out what to say about me being gay... he goes, "Wha..? What was that, Dylan?" Since I don't really care how Mary Jo is doing I change my question, "What kind of pizza you going to get?" My first question registers with Chubby then and he says, "Oh yeah, Mary Jo? She's gonna be fine I guess. You know I got that job working in her father's insurance business, right?" I nod my head and ask, "What's he like, her father?" Chubby goes, "Huh? Oh, the pizza... pepperoni, I guess" and I just laugh out loud, then say "That's my pizza question, right? You're always one answer behind, dude." He goes, "What are you talking about?" but he said it in a nice way. I know Chubby so well... he's trying desperately to come-up with the perfect thing to say to me about my confession, and the ramifications of it... I just know he is. Chubby's parking our Jeep at Sal's as I quietly say, "We don't need to talk about me being gay today Chubby, not if you don't want to. Maybe you want to give it some more thought before we talk more about it." Chubby turns off the Jeep and says, "No, that's OK, I know what I want to say... actually I've been thinking about it for awhile now." I interrupt, "I'm liking what you said in bed Chubby, you're not changing your mind about any of that are you?" He squeezed my hand hand and says, "No way... it's always gonna be you and me, Dylan. It's just that it's such a controversial topic for some people... there are people who let a person's sexuality determine if they're a good person or not. I know how good you are and the thought of you being hurt by either words or deeds from an ignorant person worries me. We probably should talk about where you go from here. A lot to consider, but you and me will figure out what to do, and when to do it. I guess the main thing is for you to know I'm just as big a fan of yours as I've ever been... the other thing is, maybe you should bounce any ideas you have for informing the world that your gay off me... just for another opinion, that's all. I'd never try to tell you what to do." I nodded that I agreed with him and we walked silently into Sal's, I'm thinking... "See, you were right about this... Chubby will help you just like old times." It made me feel proud to have him as my best friend. Inside we order a large pepperoni pizza, then got two ice teas from the cooler and sat at a table waiting for the pizza to bake. I say, "You knew I was gay... how'd you know that?" Chubby almost blew iced tea out his nose, snorting "What...?" Blowing his nose in a napkin, he goes, "Oh my God, dude... are you kidding with that question?" Baffled by his response I go, "What do you mean? Was I obvious or something?" He reaches over to squeeze my hand again and says, "I don't want to be a smart-ass about this but you and Robby have been making starry googily eyes at each other for weeks. Plus, you and that rich kid, Billy something-or-other... come on dude, all those sleep overs with no mention of girls. I wasn't born yesterday." My feelings were hurt, I go "Lots of guys do sleep overs... and as for that girl comment, most of the time neither you nor the other guys have girlfriends so why should I?" Chubby's conciliatory now, "Hey, I'm not making fun of this situation, Dylan... just trying to keep the conversation light... like lite beer, ya know? And sure, boys have lots of sleep-overs when they're nine or ten years old, at age eighteen, not so much... but it's alright, I'm not being critical. You asked how I knew, that's all... and sure, I rarely have an actual girlfriend... most of the guys we know don't have a steady girlfriend, but I'm always messing around with the girls and I do that because I like being with them... making them laugh and all. Hey, the girls think I rock, dude! Ha ha... didn't you know that? Come on, Dylan... smile for me." And I did smile but it was a little forced... I felt like a dork for not realizing Robby and I were being so obvious. Taking a swig of my iced tea and looking around the pizzeria I wondered how many other kids saw the same things Chubby saw and figured-out I'm gay... how many of them are talking behind my back right now? Then my face got hot as I remembered Liberty Island and Connor coming right out to ask if Robby and I were boyfriends. He already knew I was gay though so that doesn't count. Nobody else has ever mentioned anything or even hinted about me being gay. I looked over to see Chubby looking at me with his soft eyes, he was feeling bad for me, I mumbled, "Oh fuck Chubby, I feel like such a loser... I should have confided in you earlier... and all the time you knew anyway. Why didn't you say something?" Chubby quietly answers with, "Because it's always been your choice, your decision to tell me... it's like, when you felt comfortable about doing it, you will. I had your back if anyone mentioned something about it, about you being gay, but no one brought it up. Yo, our pizza's ready." On the way to pick-up our order I asked, "How come no one else noticed this eye-thingie between Robby and me like you did, Chubby?" He goes, "That's simple, no one else cares about you like I do, or knows you like I do. It's the same thing as you picking-up on the bad vibes about the window washer job from me, you knew I was in distress and you did something about it. Like I said, Dylan... you and me, we're special. I'm not saying we're better than anyone else, just special for each other." Then he yells, "Ow, god dammit, that's hot!" I go, "Imagine that, just out of a five hundred degree oven and it's hot...". Chubby leans close and says, "Fuck you, fag!" and that made me feel good because I want him to act the same way with me that he's always acted... like breaking my balls in a good humored manner. I go, "That's not nice little fellow... hey, can you reach way up there for the hot pepper flakes or do I need to reach them for ya?" He laughs and says, "You're such a dick sometimes!" then, "Yeah, can you get em'? I can't reach them." I think I felt good about the way this was going although I didn't feel particularly hungry... then, after eating one slice of pizza I realize I was starving. Both of us ate quietly and quickly, stuffing our mouths full of one of the world's most perfect foods and exchanging little grins or nods of our heads as we did it. Our little nods was indicating "this pizza is yummy! and I'm glad to be here with you!", and buddy stuff like that. Finished the whole pizza and wanting more we went to the counter and ordered an extra slice apiece, mushroom for me and sausage for Chubby. We'd both finished our iced teas so we shared a new one, passing the bottle back and forth as we ate the last of the pizza. Finally full, I burped and asked "When do you think I should tell my Mom?" Chubby's wiping his hands using three napkins, pizzas are greasy ya know... he says, "Obviously you do what you feel is right, but my advise is to hold off until we graduate, and maybe a little while after that too. One thing at a time, ya know? Give yourself time to consider things and more importantly you want to enjoy graduation, don't complicate it with anything else if you don't need to. As far as I'm concerned, I'm saying nothing about this to anyone. It's not my place." I nodded in agreement and ask, "How about Robby? You gonna still be friends with him?" Chubby's like, "Sure, of course... Robby's cool, everyone likes him but like I said, I'm not gonna mention the "Gay" word even to Robby. As far as that rich kid Billy whats-his-name goes..." I go, "It's Willie, Willie Worthington". Chubby's like, "Yeah, him... I'm not too crazy about him to be honest with ya, and not because he's gay either. Something is off with that kid." I mumble, "Oh, he's a good guy Chubby, he's really nice to me." Chubby blows out an exasperated breath and says, "He buys you expensive presents Dylan, that's weird. No offense, I'm just saying." I finished off our shared bottle of iced tea silently, thinking about Willie... he's been openly gay since forever and I admire that, then I thought about Chubby and me confessing our gay activities to each other and how different our takes on that subject has been. I embraced my experiences while Chubby claims to abhor his. He's also rejecting the notion he was ever a willing participant in the sex with Ricky and also totally rejecting the notion he might have gay or bi-sexual tendencies. I don't know about that... all our lives he and I have been intimate in so many totally unique ways it defies logic Chubby would have no gay tendencies at all. It's still my contention Chubby's at least bi sexual, and not just with me either... after all, he climaxed a number of times while being fucked by Ricky. Whatever, I'll wait for him to realize or acknowledge his gay tendencies by himself, and then I'll wait for him to be ready to tell me, just like he waited for me to tell him. Even with the amount of discussion we'd already had it was still a tiny bit awkward between us because, you know... coming out, admitting you're gay to your best friend is a topic requiring getting used to. We've discussed the overview of how we feel and probably we should now give the subject a rest. The trouble with that is it's kinda hard to just drop the discussion of a topic this enormous cold turkey and say "hey, how bout those Red Sox!". Easing us away from the awkwardness, the front door of Sal's Pizza shop bust open and in comes a group of our fellow high school seniors. They come in talking jive too loudly with friendly insults and inappropriate laughter thrown in for good measure. Jostling in line waiting to place their orders, laughing at things that weren't funny and generally making a pain-in-the-ass of themselves. Chubby and I smirked at the antics of our peers and then two of the girls spot Chubby and me over here in the corner and shrill in unison, "Jeffrey, come look at these pictures we took on the class trip. You and Mary Jo are soooo awesome together." Chubby mumbles to me, "Oh fuck, can I believe this...? What the hell, let's check it out." It's about the last thing I wanted to do but of course I wandered over with Chubby. As soon as we got near them the girls grabbed Chubby and pulled him over to stand in line with them leaving me standing in the middle of the floor alone. I'm saved by Connor coming through the front door with one of his friends... I drifted right over to say "Hi". Connor gives me a huge smile and the handshake, one arm hug, and pat on the back before introducing me to his friend. His friend, who I kinda know already, says, "How ya doing, Dylan" then he heads for the line yelling over his shoulder, "I'll put the order in, Connor". Connor thanks him, gives me a sexy look and says, "You going to the social at the school?" I nod that I am so Connor says, "Good, I'll look you up, but right now I got a joke for ya, Dylan...." he tells me this: Mrs White gets a call from a Dr Jones at the hospital lab where her husbands biopsy was processed. The doctor says her husband's biopsy was mixed-up with another mans and they can't tell which is which but the results aren't promising in either biopsy. One tested for Alzheimer's and the other tested positive for HIV. The wife wants the test retaken but the doctor says because of the new health care system they can't allocate the time to do that. The wife says, "What am I suppose to do?" The doctor says, "We'll the folks at Obama care recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of the city. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him. Have a good day!" Trying not to laugh, which is my MO for Connor's jokes, I go "Seriously dude, is that a political statement because I'm apolitical and not sure if I should be offended...." Connor laughs and says, "You're a funny prick, you know that?" and he squeezes my arm, kind of leaning into me. I immediately look over at Chubby who's creating a ruckus with the girls and not paying attention to me. Damn, am I now going to be analyzing my every interaction with boys wondering if I appear gay to Chubby? Connor says, "I need a haircut, Dylan... when can I come over?" and I go, "What...? I just gave you a haircut last..." Then I see the look in his eye and say "Oh, you mean..." as his buddy yells, "Connor, they have a cheese pizza's ready right now, dude." Connor waves at his friend indicating "I'll be right there" then whispers to me, "Just tell me to fuck off if I'm acting like a stalker, Dylan." I go, "No, Connor... it's not like that, we're buds... it's cool, we'll get something going soon." He looked a little relieved and a little like he was mad at himself for being so needy, but I know how he feels, I've been there." I say, "You're cool, Connor... and hot" then squeeze his bicep before adding "This weekend, OK?" He goes, "I'm working from one o'clock till closing at the restaurant both days? You're going over to the high school later so maybe, you know... Or, we got a short day at school Monday, how about after school?..." I go, "OK, great... I'll look forward to it on Monday." I hesitated a second, then added "I'll be with Robby tonight you know; it's like I told ya, he's my boyfriend." Connor mumbles, "Yeah, I know... he's lucky" forcing a smile as he said it... so youthful looking, wholesome, so likable too. Damn, he's cute! and a really good kid... I wish he had a boyfriend of his own, but at the same time it's so flattering he has this crush on me. Robby wanders over to his friend and I'm left to ponder how it is I've managed to become friends with four or five wickedly cute boys, all who just happen to be gay like me, or in Chubby's case at least suspected of being gay? Doesn't it defy the law of averages that we'd all be in the same circle of acquaintances? Then I thought, yeah there's definitely luck involved on my part, but maybe there's another factor too... it might be simply a case of us being attracted to one another... being gay and cute we gravitated towards one another from different areas of the four hundred students in our senior class. One gay boy leads to another... like Robby inadvertently led me to Dodger and Dodger to Vinnie... much the same way Carl led me to Larry who led me to Willie and so forth. Thinking these thoughts I had to chuckle because in this analogy I'd put myself in the super cute category along with the other boys, but what the hell... I ain't so bad according to these guys so why should I disagree. Then I hear, "What are you smiling about now, Dylan...?" Chubby's escaped the clutches of those breeders. I go, "Huh? Oh hi, Chubby! I'm just spacing out, waiting for you, dude. Are you ready to go?" He's like, "Yeah, guess we gotta get ready for the ice cream social at the high school tonight... you're going, aren't you?" I drove us back to the condos and parked the Jeep in front, then we climbed the entrance steps in silence. Chubby and me can be quiet together for hours under normal circumstances, we're comfortable with it, but this isn't exactly normal circumstances. Never the less, at the front of my condo Chubby squeezes my hand and mumbles, "See ya in a half hour, dude" then heads up the stairs to his place for a shower. I go through my front door and immediately spot my cell phone on the kitchen bar... hot damn, I thought I'd lost it. Funny how screwed-up you get when you drink too much. Picking up the cell I see there's a missed call... it's from Robby. I stare at his cell phone number thinking...my boyfriend! and it gives me a buzz in my pants. Can't wait to tell him I came out to Chubby because Robby's been wanting us to come out for a couple months now. Robby answers on the first ring... he's sounding like crap. As it turns out I don't even bring up my confession to Chubby because Robby says he's staying in tonight with a wicked hangover and upset stomach. On the train he'd had more screwdrivers than me and he can't drink anyway... we gotta watch that in the future cause neither of us are very good drinkers apparently. I didn't bother to share my coming out news because Robby was out of it and wouldn't be able to savor it to the fullest. I'll wait till he's recovered so we can discuss this with clear heads. Wishing him a quick recovery and telling him I love him, I say goodnight. Now I'm not as interested in going to that stupid ice cream social because without Robby to hook-up with I gotta hang with the general group of Friday-night-at-the-movies kids, including all the girls. Chubby will be with Mary Jo mostly so that's no fun for me. In a little bit of a funk I get undressed, take a shower, then put on my coolest clothes... might as well look good, ya know. My outfit includes my earring, Willie's necklace and watch, lightweight cargo khakis, and a button down Eagle long sleeve shirt. In the mirror I stare at myself, then at my necklace which makes Willie's face pop into my head. Oh hell, I miss Willie... I don't think I love him but I miss our sex. Shaking my head to clear it I say out loud... "OK, focus! Now for the hair... gotta make it cool looking..." As I'm messing around with my hair I'm thinking how sex is kinda weird. You'd think Robby and me doing all that sex together the previous two days would be enough, that I'd forget about sex for awhile but instead it makes me hotter for more sex... what's up with that!? It must be an age thing... I'm at the height of my sexual prowess or some such shit. That, plus some boys are more sexually motivated than others and let's face it, I'm one of them. Thinking about the sex Willie can lay on me gave me a guilty feeling, like I was cheating on Robby or something... so, to ease my conscience, I called Robby back. His father answered this time, we chatted a few seconds about the landscaping job that I'll be starting next week, then he put the phone down to get Robby and a second later Dodger picks it up and whispers, "You hot shit, how ya doing?" I'm shaking my head with a smirk on my face cause Dodger is such a trip! He doesn't wait for me to say anything, just babbles on, "I'm so pissed that my parents won't let me work with you and Robby this summer, but don't you fret because the rents are having you guys over Wednesdays after work again this year for the pool party barbecues and guess what..." I break into his diatribe and go, "Who is this? Do I have a wrong connection? You sound deranged..." Dodger chuckles and goes, "Awww, don't be like that Dylan... hey, what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm gonna do your ass again in the pool. I'm gonna fuck you hard and this time I want to hear some squealing, I know you want it and maybe I'll..." I hear the phone drop on the floor... what the...? The phone scraps the floor as it's being retrieved, Dodger's laughing in the background then I hear Robby, sounding worse than before say, "Hi Dylan, that kid brother of mine is a pain in my ass sometimes." I go, "He's OK" and Robby mutters, "Oh, I shouldn't have said that, he's great but you know, my headache sucks and I'm irritable as hell. Whassup?" I told him I just wanted to say again how much I'll miss him tonight and how it won't be any fun without him... and "I love ya, dude... you know that, right?!" Robby said the same to me and then told me he was spending so much time on the toilet because of his upset stomach and how his whole digestive track was fucked up from those screwdrivers .... I go, "Whoa, whoa, Dude... I love ya man, but TMI... OK? Too much information! I just wanted to hear your voice again before I left for the ice cream thingie and to say "get well" and tell you I'll be picking-up all your awards for ya... you'll probably be voted best looking, most likely to succeed, most popular, cutest, best tasting, and lots of others." Robby actually chuckled, then mumbled, "How bout best fucker" and I go, "I already got that trophy ordered for you." Quieter now he sarcastically says, "I'm so sure I'll win an award, Dylan." Then, in a brighter mood, "Hey, fuck the awards, can't you come over to be with me tonight?" I go, "Robby! How would that look? And anyway, Dodger and your parents are there... get a grip, dude." He goes, "Oh yeah, I know, it's a crazy idea... Call me tomorrow, OK?" I say, "Definitely! Um, I really do love you so much, Robby... the last two days were the best two days of my life... spending two days with you was awesome." He goes, "You're gonna make me cry Dylan, I love you too"... we hang-up and damn if I don't think my self esteem is at it's highest point ever. It's the oddest thing... until the day I accepted the fact I was gay I'd never felt particularly popular, except with Chubby of course, but now I'm wicked popular... popular with gay guys anyway. Dodger, Robby, Willie, Connor, and Ray, and his brother Elliot too.... who else? This is so cool. In a weird frame of mind I'm wondering if I've overstating my self-evaluated popularity, then scolding myself for playing head-games with my own head again. "Just enjoy things" I tell myself, "Don't over analyze ever aspect of your life... go with the flow for Christ's sakes, accept the good when it comes your way". Thinking I was giving myself good advise I combed my hair to perfection. Chubby burst into my bedroom then pokes his head into my bathroom saying "Let's go, Dylan... you're beautiful enough already, quit messing with your hair." Chubby's hair was spiked and looking good. He's so cute I felt a funny buzzing in my stomach... maybe the buzzing was actually closer to my balls than my stomach. Biting my lip I looked away, damn he's so hot. Then I silently chastised myself for being so horny, and chastised myself for chastising myself, "for God's sake shape-up!" is what I told myself. To Chubby I said, "You're looking quite beautiful yourself. Mary Jo will be creaming in her panties..." Chubby goes, "Ewww, I hope not" and he squeezes my hand, then gives me a hug, "You doing OK, Dylan...?" I know he's referring to my gay confession. I say, "Yeah, I'm OK because I got my best friend on my side" and Chubby goes, "That's right, you do... you always had me on your side actually" he messed my hair while he was saying that which detracted quite a bit from the sentiment. I shout, "God dammit, Chubby..." then muttering mutters I re-combed my faux hawk into perfection once more with Chubby doing exaggerated, annoyed breathing. Finished with my hair I pretended to be pissed-off but Chubby wasn't buying my act at all. "Drop the pout Dylan and let's get going. I want to grab a smoke before we drive over to the high school". I liked that we were acting normally with each other again and as we walked outside I realized something else... Chubby's going to the high school with me, not with Mary Jo and her group. That made me feel super good although I hope he's not doing it out of pity for me. We stood on the top step sharing a Marlboro light while looking down at our Jeep parked at the curb below. Chubby lipped the filter with his first drag and I make sure to get his saliva on my tongue when it's my turn. The ash glowed red as I inhaled feeling that miniscule amount of Chubby's saliva on my lips... it had my dick stirring in my shorts. I blew a long exhale in Chubby's direction and said, "You getting in Mary Jo's pants yet?" I didn't want to hear that he was, it's just that I wanted to say something about sex, any kind of sex because he's so sexy to me. Chubby takes the cigarette from me, has a drag and talks with the smoke drifting out of his mouth and nose, "What the fuck kind of question is that? You don't ask a guy that question?" I take back the cigarette and lip on top of his lip so that the filters dripping spit and say, "In other words, you're not". He laughs and says, "Bingo!" which made me feel stupidly good. I squeezed the back of his neck and took a chance... in a joking way I said, "If you ever get desperate to fuck someone, you've got an open invitation right here". Chubby actually blushed a little and says, "Dylaaaaan! Don't go there, dude... off limits." I finished the cigarette and flicked it the way Robby showed me... it landed all the way down the steps in the gutter. Chubby stared with disbelief as I go, "I'm teasing for Christ sakes... keeping it light like you said earlier". Chubby looked at me and said, "I was teasing you before you were teasing me..." I go, "Bullshit!" and we walked down the steps to get in our jointly owned car... I decided Chubby wasn't going with me tonight out of pity, he wants to be with me. The gym was sparsely decorated with potted plants, some strobe lighting, and this large disco mirror-ball hanging high creating dancing lights along the walls and across the human dancers, and everywhere... it was kinda cool. There was loud, hot, dance-club type music, a crowded dance floor, lots of conversation and laughter, and of course spiked soft drinks which kept the faculty chaperones busy... outside the smell of pot drifted with the breeze. I hooked-up with some guys from the school newspaper for awhile, then messed around with Jay and Elliot getting a big kick out of them dancing together. Elliot insisted on telling anyone he knew who walked or danced by that, "No, I'm not gay... just helping a gay friend enjoy himself, that's all". Jay was smirking and hamming it up something awful, he'd obviously been into the spiked drinks. It's nuts, but watching Elliot and Jay made me think of me dancing with Willie and how much I liked doing that, his hands holding mine and all... it's fun dancing with a boy. My lingering hangover made it easy for me to reframe from drinking the spiked drinks and since Willie wasn't available I danced with a girl. Her name is Sam Perkins, a boy's name at least... she was a reporter for the paper and the two of us attracted some attention because Willie had taught me some really cool dance moves and Sam was a good dancer herself. Dancing and holding hands with a girl wasn't exciting me at all though so I shortly abandoned my dancing career and wandered outside for a cigarette, missing having my boyfriend Robby with me. Seeing some cigarette smokers on the other side of the main steps I walked around to join them. There were maybe fifteen boys and girls smoking, Migel was one of the kids. He was smoking and speaking Spanish with a few of his Hispanic buddies. When I walked over he switched to English and gave me a warm welcome, then introduced me to his friends praising me for helping him on the train in New York and blah, blah, blah... according to Migel I'm the coolest guero in the whole senior class. I mostly just smiled and returned compliments about what a good writer Migel was and how much he added to the school newspaper. There was a tough looking kid in the group who was introduced as Chico Toti. I'd seen him around school but we'd never met. I kept sneaking looks at him because there was just something about him that attracted my attention; I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was so I kept peeking back at him in an attempt to pick up on it. He's a wickedly cute kid and he has that fabulous complexion like Chubby's, but there was something else too. I had that same kind of sense with Elliot's younger brother, Ray... he's hot and I'm not sure specifically why that is. Chico has a cool way of smoking too, he holds the cigarette backward in his index and middle fingers so when he took a drag the back of the fingers were at his lips... watching him smoke gave me a hard-on for some reason. He inhaled and held the smoke in his mouth a second or so before taking it into his lungs and then he'd exhale quickly... it was almost like he was giving a performance. Or, I don't know, it was weird... like he was just learning to smoke maybe... you know, a little kid pretending to be a big kid. He was small and cute and everything he did made me want to hug him and take him home with me. Ah, I'm just missing Robby I guess. Chico caught me staring at him and as soon as our eyes met I knew he was gay. Not only gay, but apparently he wasn't shy about who knew it because his eyes stayed on mine and the longer we maintained eye contact the bigger his cute bow-shaped lips formed a knowing smile. This little guy was the dominant type, he had Willie's look about him... arrogantly confident. He nodded at me and made a kissing motion with his lips. I looked away, shoved my hand in my pocket and adjusted my boner sideways. I refused to look back at Chico because, horny or not, I just wasn't up for his dominance right now, but I'll remember him for possible future reference. Our little group broke up when we heard a chaperone yelling at kids down from us on the other side of the staircase. We wandered away with me going inside an emergency entrance to discover the adults setting-up the stations for the ice cream sundaes. The lights were up a little and the class president was standing on a platform with a microphone in his hand announcing stuff over the PA system. I didn't pay much attention until I heard "Jeffrey Romero". I'd missed what had been said before hearing Chubby's name so I asked a girl standing next to me "What about Jeff Romero?" She says, "Oh, don't ya know him? He was voted class clown. He's that cute, short funny kid who's always getting into trouble..." I go, "Never heard of him..." but I listened then to see if anyone else I knew had been voted best of something and soon realized that I didn't know nearly as many of the seniors as I thought I did. The names weren't familiar to me at all and it occurred to me that me and my friends were way outside the main in groups, the in cliques of the senior class didn't really include us. Robby is the closest to being in a clique because he's the co-captain of the baseball team and I guess Chubby's best known because of his outgoing personality, but none of us is popular in the sense the popular kids mean it. Weird to only finally realize the extent of this fact the day before graduating. Feeling oddly outside the mainstream, I thought about and then decided against making an ice cream sundae... I don't feel like doing anything really. Just about ready to go outside again when Connor snuck-up on me and got me in a gentle headlock, "You are my captive slave boy, come with me..." he mumbled as his forehead brushed across my cheek. I wrestled out of his grip and said, "Connor, do you realize we're in the middle of four hundred of our closest friends!? ... jeez!" He looked hurt, like I'd hurt his feelings, so I say, "Oh, that's phat... I'm just kidding, come on outside.." We walked outside without talking, I lit a cigarette and passed it to Connor who took a drag and said, "This ice cream social sucks, but I know some place we could mess around if you wanna... it's a safe spot". Avoiding his suggestion, I say, "Damn Connor, you're looking awful hot tonight... that's a great haircut!" He goes, "Yeah, I know it is and you should see how cute my barber is." I wiped my face with both hands hoping I wouldn't give in to temptation, knowing I'm going to... knowing I'm going to go along with Connor's wishes, and actually liking the idea too. He's so sincere and uninhibited about what he wants and, what the hell, I guess I want it too. Resigned to my horny ways I go, "Lead the way Connor... ah, how do you, or that is... um, what did you have in mind...?" He pulls my arm to get me moving and says, "You get my motor running, dude! What I've got in mind has to do with a lubricated condom, Dylan. I'm going to wear it when I fuck you and I intend fucking you much better than I did last time. Now come on, get moving past the front door". A hot shiver of excited anticipation shot through me... Connor's a take-charge boy tonight, my cock moved in my shorts... I like a take-charge boy. I followed him around the side of the building and down some dark stairs through a creaking door into a dimly lit storage space. "How'd you find this spot, Connor?" He's breathless when he says, "Drop your pants, Dylan. Oh, I helped store art supplies down here for Mrs Pictorial last Monday and accidentally-on-purpose left the door unlocked... brown nosing deserves a reward sometimes. Jeez, I'm jittery, but here let me help you..." and he undid my belt pulling my pants and my jockey shorts roughly down to my knees, then he squeezed both my buttocks and wiped his finger up my crack muttering, "Nice ass, Dylan...". My semi-firm dick bobbed up and down attracting Connor's attention. He grabbed it in his fist and stroked it a half dozen times, his other hand at my ass with a finger pressing against my hole, me making quiet hissing sounds through my teeth, my hands holding lightly onto the wrist of the fist that was pulling on my stiffening cock. Even more breathless now Connor let's go of my ass, rummages in his side pocket and passes me a condom packet saying, "Open that.."... then one more stroke on my boner and he's pulling his own pants down saying "After seeing you at Sal's I watched a hot gay video at home on my computer and I want to try doing you the way those boys did each other... OK, Dylan?" I'm like, "Yeah, I guess... what was it they did?" I've got the condom packet opened so Connor takes it from me with one hand and with the other he cups behind my head and pulls downward saying, "You'll find out... on your knees now, suck my cock and lick my balls... right now." Well, I just happen to enjoy doing those two particular things and especially when the cock in question is as nice as Connor's. Nice pubic bush too... and low hanging nuts. Both round orbs were quite obvious in Connor's hairless, pinkish scrotum so I reached up and squeezed them gently getting a "Wooooshing" sound from between Connor's rosy pink lips. I went for his nuts with my tongue then, licking and then sucking his balls inside my mouth, his cock laying across my cheek, firming up nicely... Connor grunted quietly and ruffled his fingers through my hair. Pushing his nuts out of my mouth with my tongue I get my nose in his pubes up against his belly and began licking his cock all around the root and slowly up to the head which I then sucked inside my mouth for tonging. My tongue moving all around the expanding head of his cock, soon I was sucking precum from his pee slit... yummy. Back to licking his cock and balls, then lapping his pubes to flatten them against his groin... in sort order Connor's entire package was literally slippery with my saliva. As I said, he has a great cock, kinda the size of mine actually, but his looks prettier than mine somehow, it's wicked clean looking... sterile even and I went back to sucking and stroking that hard penis. Great texture, wonderful firm head, great for sucking... and his precum is tasty too although as usually I can't describe the taste. I sucked his cock into as hard a boner as I've ever seen and Connors finally grunted, "Holy shit, Dylan... that's awesome..." then he gets a fistful of my hair pulling me upright mumbling, "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop... get turned around now, bend over and grab that shelf there in front of you..." He had just enough authority in his voice to pull off the bossiness. I don't care if he's following the script of that porn video or not, it's still sexy as hell the way he's going about it and the fact Connor's so new to gay sex makes it even hotter for me. I was squirming by now, my cock pointing straight up and my ass anxiously anticipating his six inches of boner that's soon to be poking itself way up inside me. Apparently the video he watched hadn't include spanking because as soon as Connor got that lubed condom on his poker-hard cock he grabbed a fistful of my hair pulling my head back, positioned his cock at my hole and humped it up my ass a good five inches, then immediately backed-off almost all the way and shoved it right back in till his low-hanging nuts bounced off the back of my thigh. The lube on the condom was a huge help, but everything he did he did much too fast, it wasn't allowing my hole the time to expand and adjust to this big intrusion. I was seeing white dots of pain in front of my eyes but it all happened so quickly I didn't even have a chance to protest, just gasp and grunt and hold on tightly to that shelf. Connor pulled my hair tighter saying "Keep you ass up, Dylan..." he was breathing hard through his nose as he pulled his boner back out again and roughly rammed it right back in again, then again, all the while pulling my hair back so tightly my scalp hurt almost as much as my ass. Another pull out and a thrust way back up there with his nuts slapping against the back of my own balls causing a shot of pain, but his cock was going in and out much more smoothly now. It was all feeling a little painful, but a little good too. His next thrust actually had me pushing back at him and moaning a quiets, "Oh, yeah... Ohh man..." Connor let go of my hair then, mumbled "OK, I got ya now, don't I... feel good, does it?" as he leaned over and got his forearm around my belly pulling my buttocks against his groin and grinding in a circular motion... I let out another moan, God it was feeling so good. When I started to straighten up he says, "No! Stay bent over... get a good hold on the shelf" and he leaned over resting his chest on my back to do rapid short humps until I groaned again. When he spoke his lips were wetting the side of my neck, he said, "This is so hot!" and he fucked me like mad then... real fast and deep with me holding onto that shelf for dear life. His groin was going "smack, smack, smack" against my ass. His boner moving easily up and down my hole now, a full six inches each penetration and that great cock of his was hitting all the prime hot spots with the swollen cock head stimulating my prostate button with every thrust. I'm squeaking out ridiculous sounding pleasure noises... my boner's sticking straight out from my groin leaking precum. I'm like, "Mmm, mmm, mmm oh yeah... eeee, oh oh Connor..." My pleas of pleasure changed with every quick penetration up my now slippery wide open asshole. Connor had a very nice rhythm to his thrusting, steady and quick... I heard him grunting with the effort now and could feel his cock getting harder the closer he got to climax. Leaning over me, his chin bumping behind my shoulder with ever hump up my ass, Connor says, "Ahhh... I'm gonna cum!". It was dark, and dank in that supply room... our grunts and moans the only sounds except the noise of Connor's sweaty crotch smacking up against my ass cheeks and the occasional squeak of pain from me when Connor's low hanging hard nuts would smack into the back of my nut sac in just the wrong way. The atmosphere of that dank cellar added to the uniqueness of this unexpected fucking, this hot, hot, hot experience. Connor said he was gonna cum but my own climax was coming on me fast, real fast and I blew my load before he blew his... the weird long squealing noise I made while squeezing out a long string of cum seemed like it came from someone else... not from me, someone on the other side of the room perhaps... streaks of light blinding me as the pleasure sensations rapidly spread throughout my body. Then I made the sound again as another shorter string of spunk fired straight out of my wickedly hard boner. I clamped-down my sphincter muscle to help squeeze out each shot and that in turn clamped-down on Connor's cock which caused him to stop fucking me momentarily, groan out, "Ahhhh, nooo... oooh Ahhh..." then, grabbing a fistful of my hair again he shoves his cock way up my ass and left it up inside me, then tried to get it to go up further with hard humps against my buttocks... one hard extra thrust with each shot of sperm he fired into that condom of his... he's squawking and blowing saliva ladened exhales against the back of my neck. One more hard pull on my hair and he lets go to hug me around the waist with both arms, the side of his head near my shoulder, his hips still doing little humps firing a few final short blast of cum into the condom. I wish he was shooting his spunk inside me cause I like cum up my ass. We were totally spent now, me bent over at the waist with my head laying against my forearms holding onto the edge of that shelf. I was supporting my weight and Connor's as he mostly lay on my back, his cock still up my ass. He was breathing loudly, I could feel his moist breath continuing to dampen the back of my neck... there were other wet spots on my back too, probably spit from Connor as he made those strange noises during climax. My ass felt sore, but I felt so good everywhere else my sore ass didn't bother. After a minute, in a conversational voice, Connor says "That wasn't like the video at all, Dylan" he laughed a little laugh and humped his still hard cock a little... then, out of breath, he added, "It wasn't like those boys did it at all... sorry bout that." More quiet laughter like he was chuckling at his own screw-up, then he said, "Well, it was kinda like the video... that is, up to the point I got the condom on, after that I lost my mind, or more likely my dick just took over my mind..." He chuckled some more and added, "I got so aroused... Ya know, you got the worlds greatest ass. I love fucking you! I swear to God I dream about it. Hey, say something.." I go, "That was a great fuck Connor, video or not..." He mumbled, "Thanks..." as he tried unsuccessfully to flatten my hair where his fist had mussed it up, then he stood up and slowly pulled his still hard boner out of me while making a "shusssshing" sound between his lips. He goes, "That felt better than anything I ever felt before in my life... oh my God, I'm so queer, but I don't care... that felt fantastic. How about you, did it feel Ok, Dylan?" I took a big breath and say, "Yeah, Connor... I already told you it did... it was awesome man and I'm not just saying that. You're a natural born fucker... an awesome top Connor. You're gonna make someone a mighty happy boyfriend someday and I'm happy for both of you." I was pulling on my dick to get the last drop of cum to squeeze out onto my fingers. Then while I was putting my dick away and pulling up my pants Connor mumbles, "I know that so called lucky boy you mentioned can't be you, but I'll always be grateful to you Dylan for being so generous about sharing gay sex with me. You're a good kid, you really are." That's nice to hear so I say, "Thanks, Connor... I appreciate that... I think you're a great kid too." In this barely lit area I could just make out my wet string of cum against the side of the shelf under the one I'd held onto, the shorter second string was on the floor in front of me, and a third little spurt had landed on my underpants and jeans as they bunched at my knees. The wet spot in my shorts didn't feel too great when they were pulled up snugly against my crotch... but a wet spot is a small price to pay for a climax like that one I just had. Connor was getting himself put back together too, his cum-ladened condom had been unceremoniously deposited on the floor next to my short cum streak. Before pulling his pants up Connor had stroked his boner a few times scraping off random cum smears and then he'd wiped the palm of his hand on the back of his jeans. He had this smug, happy expression on his face now, a contended look... he humorously said, "Ewww, messy..." as he wiped the cum off the palm of his hand. You know what occurred to me just then; it's that Connor is an excellent buddy to do casual sex with. He seems to get the concept. He understands I've got a boyfriend so there's no pretenses of romance or anything like that, just enjoy the fun of some gay boy-sex with someone you like. Sure, he claims to have a crush on me, but it's not exactly a romantic crush... it's a crush-crush where ya just want to swap some spit and maybe a little sperm and then say... "OK, that rocked, dude... that was fun! You're hot!". Which is sort of what I said, "That really rocked, Connor... I liked that bossy part, by the way. You handled the situation getting us ready to fuck perfectly... the pre-fuck activities, ya know...?" We talked about that as we exited the cellar supply room, leaving our DNA behind in the process. Connor was a bit animated; after all it was only his second time fucking and he was wicked excited about his climax. He also wanted reassurance from me that it was good for me too... he wanted reinforcement and I provided it a half dozen times but it did make me smile remembering the same sort of thing from Robby with his first fuck of me. Then... just think, Connor's going to Merrimack College, the same one I'm going to, and I helped him get in there... ain't it cool how things work-out sometimes. Connor and I drifted apart after commiserating about the sex we'd just shared, he headed over to join a couple of kids he knew and I wandered around looking for someone I wanted to hook-up with. I felt real good for two reasons... one, I like getting fucked and two, I like Connor and I'm glad he seems happy... he's got that tough situation at home to deal with so he deserves a break. That boy won't have any problem hooking-up with a boyfriend at college though, I'll bet on that. With the exception of the cold, wet cum from my shorts rubbing against my balls, and the sticky feeling in my asshole from the condom lube, I felt better than good, I was all the way up to awesome. The ice cream social was winding-down by the time Chubby searched me out... he wanted to leave early. Great! I was half expecting him to take Mary Jo home, but he's taking me home instead... save the last dance for me... ha ha. That's a line from a song popular in the fifties. I heard it when some grandfather-type black man lip-synced it on a PBS "OLDIES" fund raiser show... was it doo wop? I forget if that qualifies as doo wop, but it's a cool song. Unfortunately that's all I can remember from the song... "but, save the last dance for me"... kind of a slow song. Whatever... it looks like I'm the one getting the last dance tonight, not her. It was a quiet ride home and the atmosphere in our car reminded me of how it was right after Chubby told me about him and Ricky... it takes a few days to feel relaxed and totally comfortable with each other again. We're both tired so that's part of the atmosphere too, no big deal though... we're good. We did a quick hug goodnight... Chubby went up to his place and I took a quick shower then crashed in my bed, fast asleep in three minutes. No second thoughts or guilty conscience about having sex with Connor... no second thoughts about anything, just deep sleep without a dream or a nightmare... nice. Sleeping late on a Saturday morning is a wonderful thing and by the time I got up I felt excellent. After my bathroom ritual I had a large glass of OJ, a bowl of the breakfast of champions, cup of tea, and a cinnamon bun with icing. It's eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning and I'm ready for anything. On my way outside to have a cigarette I got the idea to treat my Mom to coffee and breakfast. She rarely gets home from work before one in the morning and so she sleeps late and doesn't usually bother with breakfast. After my smoke I drive to Dunkin Donuts and got her a large regular coffee and a Boston Globe newspaper. Back at the condo I cut a honeydew melon in quarters and scattered blueberries and strawberries on one of the quarters then fried some bacon and put an English muffin in the toaster... these are things my Mom loves. Shortly she came out of her bedroom looking bright eyed and happy... big hug and a kiss for me, then "Dylan, the bacon smell got me moving this morning. How did it go at the dance last night...?" and without missing a beat she proceeded to ask me fifty thousand questions about what I'd been up to as she drank her coffee, ate her fruit, and munched on the bacon and muffin. No question was too personal for her to ask.. at times I laughed out loud at the outrageousness of some of them involving my so-called love life. I noticed she never actually said "girlfriend" when asking her questions, not that she said boyfriend either, but it was a bit odd. I guess she isn't going to be shocked to find out I'm gay either... Chubby wasn't... maybe nobody will be shocked, which shocks me! Needless to say Mom found out nothing from all her questions, but we both had fun... her asking uber personal things and me saying words which meant almost nothing. Tomorrow night the Mom's and their boyfriends, me, and Chubby are going out to dinner commemorating our graduation. The Moms were willing to have a graduation party at our condos but Chubby and I said "no, but thank you very much" because it would be too much for them to put together. They work six nights a week as it is, and anyway we plenty of graduation parties to go to as it is. Robby's parents are having a pool party Sunday afternoon and then Mary Jo is having the same type party Monday night. We graduate on Tuesday and there'll be parties all over after that and we plan on hopping from one to another. My Mom and I talked for an hour and then Tris and Chubby came in with more coffees so we all hung out for another half hour or so. After filling our Mom's in on basically nothing, Chubby and I took off to hang-out at the loop for awhile and probably the Mall later on. Nothing planned, we'll hook-up with kids we know... we're all just chillin. Chubby seemed more relaxed today and in that vein I made sure not to mention my confession, just be cool. It was a nice afternoon being with Chubby doing this and that, meeting guys we know and reliving things that happened at last night's dance and so forth. Chubby of course ran into some of his fan club of girls which generally didn't bother me all that much although some of them do get on my nerves... the silly, giggly ones for example, also the ones who try to act like guys; those two types in particular bug the hell out of me. There are boys I don't like too... guys I consider bullies, snitches, or liars. But ya know, except for overweight boys most every boy I see has something cute or attractive about them. Sometimes it's something you might not think of, like their voice, or their hair, or their slim body, or cute smile... there's almost always something to keep me entertained when we're hanging with the boys, but with the girls, not so much. Late in the afternoon I got a cell phone call from Robby who wants me to go to the movies tonight. Chubby's got a date with Mary Jo so it'll be just Robby and me... that's what I think anyway. Robby hesitates and then in a pissed-off way says, "I can't use Dad's pickup and we gotta take Dodger with us if I'm using my mom's car... can you get your Jeep?" It's Chubby's night for the Jeep so I'm like, "No, it's Chubby's turn so it's gonna be a threesome tonight, oh goody". I didn't even realize the implication of that remark until a few seconds after I'd said it... Dodger going with us meant no sex for Robby and me. You know what, tonight I was OK with that. Robby and I had plenty of sex during the New York trip and Connor fucked me good last night... so, I'm good. And, there's always tomorrow afternoon! Ha ha! As it turns out I had a good time at the movies with both Robby and Dodger trying to secretly goose me every chance they got. I got my pay-back gooses in as well and it reminded the three of us of the Wednesday night pool parties last summer... those affairs were ball crunching to the max! After another really good night's sleep I met up with Chubby and we drove over to join Robby's Sunday afternoon graduation party which was, in almost every way, a huge success. All the baseball players showed up plus half the guys from the school's other sports teams... jocks stick together. All the girl cheer leaders showed up too, as well as, some girlfriends of the jocks. Lots of yelling and music and food... plus, even though it was only about sixty-five degrees, quite a few kids ended-up in the pool. The food and music were great and I actually had a lot of fun, Chubby too although Mary Jo was a no-show. What a shame... a fight on their date last night maybe... I didn't ask. The closest I came to some sex was with that hot Dodger who hung with me most of the night and had parts of my shorts pushed up my hole at one point... he's incorrigible, but fun and sexy. He also looks like his brother who conscientiously spent most of the afternoon being a good host. I was making do with the smaller version of Robby... his younger brother, Dodger. Over the last year or so he's grown a couple of inches and is one very sexy gay boy so it's quite pleasant messing around with him. Chubby and I finally left Robby's party at six o'clock to go home and get cleaned-up for our graduation dinner with the Mom's. I asked Chub, "You getting tired of all these graduation activities yet?" He goes, "No, not even close" and I go, "Me neither". We met the Mom's and their dates around seven o'clock at Ken's Steak House. Tris' latest boyfriend was introduced as Roy Royce, if you can believe that. He was a quiet personable man of about fifty I'd guess. Mom's boyfriend is still Jake Rollins who looked young enough to be Roy's son and he was quite pleasant to everyone throughout the dinner. Chubby and I got many, many compliment from the four adults. I didn't catch Jake staring at me or Chubby even once, he's turned over a new leaf I guess. Maybe he's getting serious with Mom, wouldn't that be awkward... those two getting married I mean. Chubby and I both got slightly high from the beers Jake bought us at dinner.. there hadn't been any liquor at the Dickers party so we made up for that at dinner. Actually, we weren't served the beers directly, neither Chubby nor I could ever pass for twenty-one. Jake ordered them for himself and offered them to us and we politely accepted. During dessert our Mom's gave us each a watch... not as nice a watch as Willie bought for me but no matter, the graduation watch is the one I'll be wearing from now on. Our Moms don't make a lot of money so it was especially touching they'd both spent a couple hundred dollars for our presents. Chubby and I made the biggest deal over the watches and when I took off Willie's watch to put on my Mom's graduation watch I noticed Roy's eyebrows raise like he recognized the value of the one I was putting in my pocket. Fortunately he was too classy to say anything. On the way out Jake slipped me an envelope and said, "You're a great kid, Dylan... congratulations on graduating and best of luck to you at college". I hardly had a chance to thank him as Chubby and I were almost out the front door and the adults were splitting off for the bar... how they can drink as much as they do is a mystery to me. With Chubby driving our Jeep I peeked inside the envelope and saw a regular Graduation card containing three one-hundred dollar bills... hot shit! Guess he's still dealing with his conscience. Then it was Monday and an abbreviated school day which seemed to fly by. We received our yearbooks in homeroom and most of the early morning was spent seeing how many signatures and clever comments we could get for our yearbooks. I always wrote the same thing... "Goodbyes are not forever and they're not the end. They simply mean I'll miss you until we meet again!" Then, depending on who the yearbook belonged to I added.... "media class rocked cause you rock, JD!" or "see ya at Merrimack, Jay!" You know, something to personalize the autograph for those I knew really well. Lot of the kids I barely knew their name but we all wanted as many autographs as we could get. Robby wrote this in all the yearbooks he autographed... I knew that looking back at the tears of our high school years would make me laugh... now I'm thinking that looking back on the laughter will make me cry... good luck in everything you do! Love, Rob Dickers 09' He's such a sincere boy, I'm so proud to be his boyfriend. At eleven o'clock the entire senior class congregated in the gymnasium for graduation practice. Oh man, what a circle jerk that was. What confusion getting the caps and gowns distributed... it was very poorly organized and of course none of us kids helped make it go smoother. We were laughing and bitching and grab-assing like a bunch of ninth graders. Finally I got a four-corner mortarboard cap, robe, and the tassel for the cap, all in the correct sizes. When everyone had their outfits we all put them on and listened to a lecture on what to wear tomorrow underneath the robes and how to wear the cap... one corner should be pointing straight ahead with the tassel hanging behind our left eye. Naturally us guys did it all wrong on purpose and the teachers were in a grumpy mood by the time we lined up in alphabetical order and were given instructions for tomorrow "Remember who the student in front of you is as well as the one behind you... look at them now, people". We all exaggeratedly looked at the kid in front and behind us in line. Unfortunately for me the kid in front and the kid behind were both girls... ugh. It would have been nice staring at a cute boy for the hour and a half we'd be in line. Finally we were excused for lunch and after lunch we congregated in homeroom for announcements and then excused. High school is over... I mean, it's totally over. That fact was true enough but wasn't registering yet, I was more interested in finding Connor to see if he wanted to screw around after school like we'd talked about. Connor and me had our fuck last Friday night but I sure wouldn't mind at all if he came over after school like he hinted at last week... go for it again. When I spotted him and flagged him down he didn't mention anything about it though, so neither did I. Robby's tied-up with some last minute breaking-up of the baseball team and Chubby's driving over and spending a couple of hours at the insurance agency where he'll be working this summer. I walked home alone and spent the afternoon thinking about how happy I am. Sure, I miss Willie's sex and I even miss his kookiness some too, but having Robby as such a wonderful boyfriend, especially after the way he handled himself in New York, sure is making it a lot easier to get by without Willie. Hell, Robby's not only a wonderful boyfriend, he's a wonderful boy, period. Willie still owns a warm spot in my heart because he taught me so much about about gay sex, and he taught me how to dance, and how to relate with other gay guys, and many other things... I guess I love him in a way, but not in the way I love Robby. Some of my friends don't like Willie, but I do. I like those gay friends of his in Cambridge too, they're cool... gay guys generally are cool. I thought about the dominant aspect of Willie as well as the generous, funny side of Willie... the dominant memories eventually had me excited enough to consider jerking off. I didn't do it though because I was hoping something would develop tonight at Mary Jo's party, sex-wise. Robby will be there, so will Connor for that matter, but it's Robby I'm concentrating my sexual efforts on tonight. It's only been since last Thursday that Robby and I were together but I'm missing the feel of his naked body and the smell of him... the smell of the sex we have together too. I want him inside me again; his boner, with that fat head, up my ass. I'd settle for doing him of course but my first choice is to be fucked by him... I'm horny for Robby. All ready for Mary Jo's party, I was putting Chinese take-out in the warming oven when Chubby barged into my condo. As usual he was crackling with energy... he looked really sharp too, really cool with his spiked hair and his earring and that confident smug smirk on his clean, youthful, cute, face. My dick moved in my pants, I bit my lip and took a deep breath, Chubby made a face like "what's with you...? then said, "Wassup, Dylan? You got a funny expression on your face... is it me?" He's just so cool sometimes, I say "Yes, it's you! I owe you something..." and I stepped close to him and kissed him on the lips the way he'd kissed me in bed Friday after our nap. Chubby made a funny noise in his throat but didn't struggle, my cock got hard as a flagpole by the time I finished the kiss... at the end I was sucking his top lips in between my lips and at the same time licking it with my tongue. Chubby gently pushed me away... he was red in the face and exhaling noisily. Blinking his eyes he pointed at me and said "That was pay- back for my kiss after the nap... right?" I go, "Sure, what'd ya think it was? Surely you don't believe I have a thang for you?" I was flushed too, my boner poking-out my cargo pants near the left pocket. Chubby didn't look down, maybe because he'd felt my boner during the kiss. He goes, "OK, you're gay and that's fine Dylan, but don't press your luck taking advantage of our friendship... that not fair". Oh my God, that kiss was unbelievable... my dick will not go down so I turned away and made myself busy pulling the Chinese take-out back out of the warming oven. Putting the cartons on the kitchen bar I'm mumbling, "Maybe I will press my luck Chubby, maybe you should let me do it too..." He walked up beside me then and squeezed my hand saying, "I didn't mean to come across as some kind of asshole, Dylan. It's OK, you can press your luck with me sometimes if you need to". Not knowing what the hell that really meant I took the easy route and said, "Oh man, don't flatter yourself... I got a boyfriend already as you very well know." He made an ironic expression raising his eyebrows and doing something with his lips like A boyfriend? I had no idea! Ignoring his facial antics I say, "Surely you know I was just screwing around trying to fluster you or something." Chubby goes, "You're so full of it, you meant it. Come on, let's eat!" I passed him a dinner plate and he starts scooping out some General Tsao's spicy crispy chicken, then looks at me and stops with his spoon in mid-air "Hey! That's my fucking Abercrombie Klondike Brook shirt you got on! I spent twenty minutes rummaging through my clothes looking for that thing just now." I go, "You're delusional, this is my shirt... I got it last Christmas. You've had possession of it for three months so you think it's yours." He's shaking his head spooning out the re-fried rice, mumbling just loud enough for me to hear, "A gay kleptomaniac..." I play along and go... "What was that you said?" he goes, "Nothing... I didn't say anything" and I say, "I heard something....!" We messed around for a bit while eating, having fun being together... it is my shirt though. Later, after finishing dinner we brushed our teeth sharing my toothbrush again and then left for the party. We're good. Chubby and me are A-OK and that kiss was awesome too... press my luck indeed! The party was in full swing when we got there, maybe fifty kids... about even between boys and girls. Connor came up to me right away, said "Hi" to Chubby and me, exchanged some BS about the class trip and then talked about Merrimack in the Fall a little bit. Chubby gave Connor a scrutinizing look, then bid us ado and went over to hug Mary Jo. I didn't watch him after that. Connor says, "That was so awesome, Dylan... wasn't it? Last Friday night..." I looked around quickly, caught Robby's eye on the other side of the pool, he waved and began making his way over to me so I say to Connor "Yes, it definitely qualifies as awesome, Connor... you're awesome yourself, but you know, you and I will need to cool it here, OK?" He's like, "Oh sure, you bet... you really rock, Dylan!" Then he goes, "Hi, Rob... whassup?" and the three of us exchange our views of the world with some other kids drifting over to tell lies about this or that and we broke away from that group to get drinks and sample some of the food... there was a lot of it from snacks to burgers to sliced watermelons, potato chips and dips and just a lot of great junk food. Surprisingly Mary Jo had no DJ, there was music blaring from a boom box though so dancing was going on, but it was mostly loud talking, shrill forced laughter from the girls, and squeals whenever someone is pushed into the swimming pool... pretty much like Robby's pool party yesterday. Later in the evening the drunk kids started showing up from other parties... very typical. Robby and I got separated a few times but mostly we hung out together and around ten o'clock he goes, "I got my Mom's car, lets take a ride to your house for a quickie cause I'm so fucking horny for you it isn't even funny, Dylan". I'd been wondering how we'd do be able to sneak in some fucking and this was such an obvious solution I couldn't imagine why I hadn't thought of it... Duh! Brain cramp. I mentioned my brain freeze to Robby and then added, "We can't stay too long though because I'll feel awkward if Chubby notices you and me are missing." Robby gave me a funny look and wanted to know what that meant and I realized I hadn't told him about my confession to Chubby yet... my coming out of the closet. I filled Robby in on it and he got all flustered, "What? He knows about us? And we were all standing here a little while ago talking and he knows you a me are, you know. It seems creepy, thats all." I go, "You're the one who's been wanting to come out of the closet, dude." Robby nods his head mumbling, Yeah, I know... I know, but when it actually happens it's scary or something...." We're skirting the outer limits of Mary Jo's yard trying to get over to the opposite side of the house. Then, just as Robby's saying, "it's scary..." we slip unnoticed behind the garage and discover this little pool house that's dark inside. I go, "Hey, let's check this out... maybe we don't even need to go back to my place." Robby's eyes are big as he goes, "Yeah, well OK... this could be good" and he slowly pushes open the door to discover Chubby and Mary Jo standing up against a table, lights from the street lamp on the street filtering in through a window... Mary Jo sans her blouse. Chubby looks up startled, sees Robby and me and knows immediately what we were sneaking in here for... the same general thing he and Mary Jo are in here for. All of us exchange embarrassed looks, Mary Jo has a hand covering the nipple of each of her tits. Two seconds of silence, then I say, "I only have two words for this. Awk. Ward!" Mary Jo laughs out loud. We three guys chuckle nervously right after she laughed. Mary Jo adds, "You two" pointing at Robby and me "get out! And you" pointing at Chubby "get back to what you were doing!" Robby and me back out of the little room stumbling clumsily, closing the door behind us. Robby goes, "Two words? You only have two words...?" I mutter, "I panicked... you didn't say anything". He goes, "I said goodbye.." and I say, "You lie, you didn't say a fucking thing!" We're walking towards his car carrying on our silly conversation... all the time I'm thinking "does Mary Jo know I'm gay now? and that Robby's gay too? What other possible reason would the two of us have for sneaking into that dark room?" Out loud I say, "Wonder what Mary Jo thinks you and I were going into that shed to do..." Robby goes, "Chubby knew, maybe he told her..." I light a cigarette and we lean up against Robby's car to share it. His car is parked a block away so we're out of sight of the party completely. "Let's forget about that entire unfortunate episode and do our special sexy smoking, Dylan". So shortly I'm blowing used smoke out while Robby's inhaling it, our noses touching, smoke all around our heads, and of course we start a mad make-out . The cigarette's forgotten as we lick and suck each others mouth. Robby sucked my tongue until I though I'd blow another load in my pants, our arms around each other; mine around his waist and his around my neck keeping our faces together, our hard cocks squeezed between us. Spit was literally spread from my chin to my cheek bones, half of it was my spit and half of it was Robby's. I finally get enough control of myself to say, "Come on Robby, let's drive over to my place right now, my Mom's at work... we can do a quick fuck, get some relief from our horniness and still be back here before Chub and Mary Jo even know we're gone." He leans his head back with a cute smirk on his face and says, "You're afraid I'll make you cream in your jeans again, ain't ya?" I lean in and lick across his lips... he holds his head steady, a smile soon breaks out as I lick his lips again and then say, "No, I'm not worried about that, it's just that I'm so amped-up to have sex with you it's weird... you get me crazy with desire." He's so incredibly attractive I'd do anything for him, anything to stay his boyfriend forever. Robby has this kind of nod of the head like he's confirming something in his head, then he kisses me holding my head between his hands, we move our heads from side to side slowly rubbing our noses and our lips together. Finally he says, "OK, I believe I do drive you crazy with desire. Tonight you're going to be doing the fucking though..." I started to protest that I wanted him to fuck me as he shook his head saying, "Listen to me... you're going to fuck me tonight and that's that. Our sex is hotter when I take charge of it... got it?!" I gulped, tried to say, "I got it" but it came out "I..... OK". Robby nodded his head up and down like he's saying, "Good, boy.." then he adds, "Good, get in the passenger seat and put your fucking seat belt on" ... he said it with a grin. I groped my boner letting out a long wheezy breath... holy shit! Robby's taking over... be still my heart. This is awesomely wonderful and beyond sexy. I'm in almost a fog leaning back against the car thinking how hot Robby is when he's bossy. I hear, "Get in now, Dylan.." I go, "Oh yeah, sorry" and fumble with the handle until Robby leans over and opens the door from the inside... "Jeez" he says, and then when I'm in he pulls my head over and we make-out for another two minutes, Robby massaging my groin the whole time. I was huffing out spurts of air, blinking the red spots away from my eyes... oh my God this is so fantastic! We were quietly anticipating our sex during the short drive, he parks at the curb of my condo and we take the steps up to the front door two at a time. Inside the condo Robby grabs me and we French kiss for thirty seconds then Robby turns around so his back is to me and says, "Take my pants down, Dylan.." I reach around him and undo his belt, then the button on his pants, then his zipper. After pulling his pants down to his ankles I reach inside his underwear with both hands and fondle his cock, it's firm already. I can feel that he'd shaved his pubic hairs recently, it's silky smooth all around his firm fat cock. Squeezing his nuts I rest the side of my face against the back of his neck and smell his smell... so sweetly amazing... his oder arouses me so, my cock is quickly very hard. Robby exhales making a moaning noise, then says, "Pull my underwear down now and lubricate my asshole with your saliva". Oh God... I pull his jockey shorts down to join his pants and then quickly take my pants off too. Getting on my knees behind him I kiss Robby's ass and lick all over it, then lap up his crack and tongue his hole until my neck and tongue ache. Robby blows out a lot of air saying "Do it now, Dylan! Do it before I pop off..." Standing up I get my bouncing boner under control, put the head at his hole and Robby pushes back against me, taking me by surprise... five inches of my cock disappears up his ass. "AHHHH... ohhh" as I push in the last inch, my arms hugging around his chest. Robby's making sounds that you might make if you just missed hitting a nail with a hammer, hitting your thumb instead. He soon quiets down as his asshole muscles relax and expand accommodating my boner. "Ow..." he says half jokingly, and then adds, "This feels so good, having you inside me... fuck me, Dylan.." and I did. Robby standing with his back against my chest, my arms around him just under his pecs, his hands holding onto my forearms. My arms jerked up a little during more energetic thrusting and I'd feel his hard nipples against the inside of my wrists. Robby moaned whenever I rubbed over them, of course he was moaning quite a bit anyway so maybe his hard nipples had nothing to do with it. I tried to fuck him steadily, not franticly, and was successful at first but the longer I drove my cock up his ass the harder my cock got and the more intense the sensations for my cock head which made me fuck him faster. All down the shaft of my boner into my nuts those tingling, irresistible sensations spread out from my balls past the inside of my thighs and all around my belly, then upward and downward till my toes curled and my scalp itched... climax was building quickly as I fucked his tight asshole faster and faster. Robby's head back against my shoulder, his flattop hair brushing the side of my cheek and chin, his aroma wafting around me, his squeaking sounds of pleasure like a pleasant song as I loved him with a romantic love I didn't know was possible until just now. Hugging his body tighter I picked up the speed and began making a high "Eeeeeee..." sound as my climax built to eruption force, cum flooding up from my nuts, flying up my boner to spray out of my cock head saturating Robby's bowels and then running down his asshole to further lubricate the thrusting of my piston-driven boner. Cum drooling out around Robby's ass lips wetting my groin which subsequently spread to wet his buttocks, me continuing to slam my groin against his ass as if I were attempting to plow my cock up and out through his mouth. It was almost like a wrestling match after my climax, I humped his hole wildly until Robby blew his load... cum flew out of his boner in an arc splattering against the front of the kitchen bar. His next shot, accompanied by Robby's saliva filled "Ahhh fuuuuuuck!" splattered the bar stool's leg, but mostly flew by and landed on the tile floor under the stool. I fucked his hole more slowly now, excited by the sight of Robby's climax, while at the same time coming down off my own climax high. As I'm on my way back from euphoria, my whole body is shaking and shivering with the rapid moving tingling of after shock sensations visiting down as far as my toes and once more as high as my scalp... tiny goose bumps raising and then disappearing to make way for calmer times. It was a double shot of sensations up and down my body. I kissed the back of Robby's damp head, then planted a nice wet kiss on his neck just below and under his right ear... he was laying back against me slowly stroking his cock and doing quiet moaning noises of pleasure. It was another fast fuck but a very good climax just the same. As I hugged my boyfriend I wondered at the increasing intensity of my climaxes and dreamed of them increasing forever, increasing to a degree I can't imagine. Then I said, real low... "I love you more and more every day, Robby... and I can't imagine ever not loving you." He nodded his head, his hair rubbing against the side of my forehead, "You're getting there, Dylan... keep moving forward and you'll one day love me as much as I love you." I snorted out a laugh then and said, "I'll never convince you that I already do, but that's OK... you keep loving me, that's all I need." Then I took a deep breath and added, "I don't want to, but we gotta get back so I'm pulling out of your ass now... here goes..." we both made weird sounds of "Nahhhh, nooo" as I pulled out. Both of Robby's hand came right back to massage his buttocks, "Oh, it feels so good back there, Dylan!" I was at the sink wetting paper towels to use in wiping my dick and then Robby's ass. "Put some tissues in my underwear, OK.." I put some in and pulled up his tighty/whities for him. Robby pulled up his pants then, saying "Thanks, Dylan... now lets make out awhile..." He makes me laugh, it's so nice being desired like this, but I go, "No, you help me clean up your cum, then we gotta get back". That's what we did and when I saw Chubby back at the party a little later he laughed in a good natured manner about Robby and me showing up in the pool house interrupting him and Mary Jo, but there wasn't any talk about why Robby and me were going in there or what Chubby and Mary Jo eventually did in there. If we were both straight or we were both acknowledged gays we'd probably compared notes, but as it is we ignored the sex talk entirely. When I finally said goodnight and thank you to Mary Jo she didn't mention anything about the pool house either, she was nice to me actually... very friendly for the first time. I can't figure it out. Anyway Robby and I exchanged smirks and sly remarks the rest of the night and then he drove himself home and Chubby drove me home... what was that old guy's song again? Save the last dance for me... I got Chubby's last dance again. I like it when he and I are alone and get to say goodnight with just the two of us. I lay in bed that night thinking about loving Robby and about our sex tonight, as usual it was quick sex but hot. I thought about my kiss with Chubby too and eventually needed to jerk off before I could get to sleep... and no, I am not over-sexed! Tuesday morning I was excited, graduation today. I'm aware I already had my last day of high school yesterday but the significance of it, the finality of it is just setting in. I'm out of high school, it's as simple as that. I don't even need to go to the graduation if I don't want to... I'm graduated!... a scary thrill ran through me. Although the graduation ceremony is just a formality today I want to experience it. Actually I'm technically out in the real world right now... well, not yet because I've got four years of college, but out in the real world as far a compulsory education goes. It made me feel much better thinking about four years of college though... the real world can wait. Reassured with that thought I smiled at my situation... you rock, Dylan! Ha ha. For now, only the graduation ceremony remains of my high school experience. I was halfway done preparing our breakfast when Chubby and his Mom came in saying it smelled good... bacon always smells good. I'd cut fruit again... wedges of watermelon and honeydew melon this time... the red and pale green of the melons looked good on the big fruit plate. Also a mound of strawberries and a scattering of blue berries and big red seedless grapes. Fresh fruit rocks! Chubby made cheese omelets while I tended to the bacon and home fried potatoes adding diced green pepper and onion near the end. My Mom came in with Dunkin Donuts coffees and we sat down all talking at the same time. Graduating high school is a very big deal. First off the tickets for family use are hard to get because our gymnasium can only sit twelve hundred guests... that's after the graduating students and faculty are accommodated. Four hundred graduates, each assigned three tickets to the ceremony and since my Mom is basically my only immediate family I gave my two extra tickets to Robby. His two grandmothers and one surviving grandfather can now go with his parents and watch Robby graduate. The Dickers family is really hung-up on family ya know. Not that family isn't important but there are other things in life too. I have a grandmother in Montana, but my Mom hasn't spoken to her in years so she doesn't count... Mom and grandmom have an eighteen year old disagreement, something about Mom having a baby out of wedlock. Anyway, I gave my extra tickets to the Dickers and Chubby gave his to Mary Jo's family, brown nosing his new boss, Mr. Mary Jo. I forget her last name. After breakfast Chubby and I started getting ready, we had to be at the high school an hour and a half before the ceremony started. That gives Mom and Tris an extra hour-and-a-half to get ready which means there's a fifty-fifty chance they'll make it to the school on time. At rehearsal we practiced marching into the gymnasium. Today we'll be marching to music... Pomp and Circumstance played by the school orchestra. We march to assigned seating in front of the podium where we'll be tortured with speeches for about forty-five minutes. These speeches will be presented by the salutatorian and by a semi-famous alumnus of Framingham High, and then the class valedictorian has the last say. I know none of the names mentioned for the speakers. Of course our class president and some others will have short speeches to begin the ceremony... yawn! Then the awards are handed out for special brown-nosing achievements ... this will take another twenty minutes at least. The award winners of the Math prize or English Prize etc will prance across the stage annoying most of us. There's also a citizen award and a most inspirational student award and on and on... I can't remember all of them. After all that stuff takes place, the longest part of the ceremony follows... it's the passing out of the diplomas to each individual student. The student's name is announced and he walks up on the stage to get a quick hand shake and a "congratulations!" All four hundred students, one at a time, go up the three steps to the stage and are handed an empty diploma booklet, hopefully to the applause from at least their family. Family booing at this point is frowned upon... any booing should be kept to a minimum I would think. After we all get our blank diplomas and we're back in our seats there's one final announcement then we're done and we jump up, cheer for ourselves, and throw our four cornered caps up in the air with hopes none of them put someone's eye out on the way down. We'll probably slap each other on the back and say congratulations and then the sixteen hundred or so people in the overheated gym will all try to leave at the same time. Sounds like fun, huh? My description makes it seem like I'm not looking forward to the graduation ceremony when actually I wouldn't miss it for anything! Chubby and I got to the school in time for a nervous smoke down by the refreshment stand next to the football field. We both had on the required under-the-gown attire which consist of dark trousers and a white dress shirt with a tie. I had to tie Chubby's tie for him, he couldn't remember how to do it... we don't wear ties very often. Dressed as we were we naturally felt uncomfortable, like we were in a strange new world. There were already a dozen kids at the refreshment stand smoking when we got there... none of us had our gowns on, we carried the gown over our arms but we all wore the caps with the tassels bobbing annoyingly. We'd been instructed that the tassel is suppose to we worn on the right side of the cap at the start of graduation and then we're to flip it to it's official position next to the left eye after we receive our diploma. Today we wore the goofy four cornered caps because they're goofy and we like being goofy, and also because we didn't want to carry them... some tassels were right some left and some backwards, no one took the tassel instructions seriously. Chub and I said "sup?" to the guys we knew then lit our Marlboro Lights and tried to look cool. Julia Bird blew out some smoke and said to Chubby, "Jeffrey, this is such a bittersweet thing, graduating... don't you think?" Chubby goes, "Let me tell ya something, Birdy. Canada has more lakes within it's borders than all the lakes in the rest of the world combined!" Julia inhaled smoke with her head held back, then while exhaling she said "Bullshit!". Chubby laughs and goes, "Bittersweet, huh? Let me get back to you on that, Birdy... OK?" Chubby and I exchanged smirks... Julia is one of those girls who likes to act like a guy. Then Carl Dupont, who is a real pencil neck geek, goes, "Romero, you really should take this more seriously. We've finally made it to the finish line and it's quite an accomplishment... twelve years of hard work went into this. We've great responsibility to be future leaders of the free world..." Chubby's rubbing his nose with the back of his index finger making a face like he's thinking seriously about what Carl said, cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth, his free hand waving at Carl like... enough, enough... Then Chubby says, "Carl, as a future leader tell me something, dude. Was Brazil named after the nut, or the nut named after the country?" Carl goes, "Wha... Brazil...?" and Chubby goes, "Wrong! The nut was called a brazil nut so they named the whole fucking country Brazil, after that horrible nut. Can you believe it?" Chubby broke-up laughing at his own outrageousness and me and a couple of our buds got caught up in the laughing too. It broke any tension about graduation that we might have felt. Mikey Barns pats Chubby on the back and says, "Goddamn Jeff, I'm gonna miss you. That's one thing about graduating that ain't so great, missing some cool dudes we're used to seeing every day. We're so used to them we take them for granted, ya know?" We're nodding our heads in agreement, then I flick my burning cigarette butt in a fifteen foot arc right into a large trash container. Mikey goes, "Jesus Christ, Newman... you'll set the fucking refreshment stand on fire!" I went right over only to discover the butt had landed in a wet pile of something... eww. "Nah, it landed in a wet spot.." no one really cared. Mikey's like, "Jesus... I was kidding, Dylan... burn the whole fucking place down for all I care." Talk drifted to the number-one topic for casual conversation among seniors, to wit: "Where ya going to college?" It turns our Mikey's not going to college at all... he joined the Marines, we all go "Whoaaa, bad ass!" Finally Chubby and I drifted up to the gymnasium's entrance where a lot of kids were jostling around trying to get themselves lined-up in alphabetical order, four teachers were yelling contradictory instructions at the same time, and to further complicate this already testy process all of us kids had checked our brains at the door and we're all like..."huh? duh?". Well, not every kid... there are always a few goody-two-shoe brown-nosing nerds to say things like, "Come on, guys... shape up and act your age". I'm going "I'm trying to be serious already, but I can't remember what comes after the letter H?" "You smartass! You're ruining my graduation" from somebody, and laughter from others, a couple of "fuck you" mutterings along with a little pushing and shoving. In other words, bedlam... but why should graduation be any different than a regular day in high school. You know, I think kids are a little nervous about the whole graduation thing... they're on edge. Probably it's the finality of it, the kind of finality that screams at you... maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, we do eventually get in the proper alphabetical order and I'm left with no one to talk to, no one I want to talk to anyway. Robby's way up in front with the other "D" last names and Chubby's in the back with the "R"s while I'm in the middle with the "N"s. An "N" girl in front of me and an "O" girl behind me, neither of whom I was acquainted. After standing there for eternity the line begins to move and we march into the gymnasium floor to that Pomp and Circumstance tune and take our assigned seats in front of the temporary stage. It was good to sit down after all this time on our feet and mysteriously I now feel a generally more serious attitude overtake me, the group as a whole did actually... our senior class was ready to graduate. Surprisingly everything went the way it was outlined and described in our graduation rehearsal yesterday. The speeches and acknowledgments of prominent persons on the stage went as expected. Kind of a funny murmuring from the kids when the celebrity alumnus was announced. Apparently Framingham High School hasn't been putting out celebrity types because the former student brought back for the keynote speech was a woman, about thirty years old who manages a Home Depot in Rhode Island... that's our celebrity alumnus. She was nice enough and spoke energetically but I couldn't recall very much of what she said ten minutes after she said it... the best part of her presentation was that she stayed within her alloted time. Our class president, Anirudhha Punjab, who I didn't vote for and have never spoken a single word to, gave a good speech. The parts I remember when like this... "People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, some will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you happen to find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous of you, but be happy anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow, but do good anyway. Honesty and frankness makes you vulnerable. Be frank and honest anyway. People favor underdogs but will follow only top dogs. Fight for underdogs anyway. People who need help may attack you if you help them. Help them anyway. What you spend years building up may be destroyed overnight, but build it away. Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough, but give the world all you have anyway. Be yourself, be the best yourself you can be and you'll be fulfilled and happy"... or words to that affect. There were inspirational speeches and boring speeches. There were a numbing number of awards announced and accepted, medals and books passed out as prizes along with some scholarships. There was applause, some half-hearted and some genuine. There was squirming in the seats and uncomfortably overheated conditions in a packed gymnasium, especially for us seniors students wearing these robes and ridiculous square caps. Then, after two lifetimes, the first row of seniors stood and the first name was called from the senior class of 2009... Shiela Abnor walked over and climbed the three steps to shake the principal's hand once while at the same time accepting the empty diploma jacket in her left hand, applause from her family and friends as she walked across the stage and down the other side to return to her seat. Janet Ashley's name had already been called and she did the same thing Shiela had done. This was repeated and repeated... one student walking across the stage to exit down the back steps as another one was climbing the steps to the stage. Some graduates even remembered to switch their tassels. On and on went the name calling, hand shake, and passing of empty diploma jackets... it went on past Rob Dickers' name and Ralph Ickabod's name and Dylan Newman's name and on and on past Jay Reeves and Jeffrey Romero until finally Josh Zimmerman's name was called... you could hear the silent sigh of relief. Right after that the Principal said something indecipherable into the microphone which resulted in an annoying feedback squawk, some graduates stood up and looked around, then others stood up with them... "Is it over?" was a question heard a few times... it was the question on many lips, then the first cap went up in the air, everyone was up yelling now and the air was soon black with four cornered missiles. Oh my God... the relief! It's over, we are officially high school graduates at last. The exit from the gymnasium was the first real breakdown of rehearsal instructions ... a sloppy line was formed, but our exit from the gym wasn't coordinated very well... more like an unorganized retreat... more like... "fuck it, we're outta here!" Somehow I found Chubby in the parking lot and we eventually connected with our Moms who told us how wonderful the graduation ceremony had been. Chubby and I cried out "Liars..." jokingly, the Moms amended their statement to "Well, we're really proud of both of you! Maybe the ceremony dragged just a little bit." They had to get ready for work and Chubby and I needed to get ready for an afternoon and evening of graduation parties. There had already been the weekend parties which were more invitation oriented... todays parties are more like drop-in affairs where you hear about the next party at the party you're at... word spreading like wild fire. Chubby and I walked around the parking lot saying goodbye to some guys and telling others we'd see them at such and such a party. It was raucous in the parking lot with lots of hugs and fist bumping and shouting and kids trying to retrieve their own cap in exchange for the one they caught. Robby found us and the three of us connected with just about everyone we wanted to personally congratulate and say farewell to, or whatever. We all felt like big deals to be honest about it. I was even hugging girls who came up to say "good luck" or "See you at Carol Anne's party" or "I'll miss ya" and so forth. Gee, maybe more kids liked me than I thought... too late now cause after today we'll all be scattering to a hundred different places. After today I'll probably never see most of these kids again... maybe once in a while at the Mall during holiday break from college... you know, I'll spot a few and go "Yo, wassup?" and the one arm hug with a hand shake and a pat on the back like we were the best friends ever, but mostly... today and tonight will be it. We made plans to meet up with friends at the parties, Robby included of course... then Chubby and I drove home, changed clothes, and met down at the Jeep. Chubby looked hot, he looked even more confident than usual because now he's a high school graduate. I felt more important and slightly more confident too... off we went to pick-up Robby and then hit the party circuit. The atmosphere at the first party was kind of subdued. It was Jay's party and even though there was spiked punch to drink it was early and no one had had enough punch to loosen up the group. Also, Jay had all the gays from our class and some were a bit flamboyant so not too many straights were there. Of course the fag hags were all over the place so if someone didn't know any better they'd think it was more or less a regular mixed party of straights and gays... ha ha! Far from it. There were gays there that no one even knew were gay, like Robby and me. Well, most of them didn't know it. Anyway, we stayed for an hour to be polite and then Robby, Chubby, and I went on to another party that was being thrown by my assistant senior editor of the school newspaper where we ran into Connor who was with his best bud and a couple of others so we hooked-up with them for awhile. Beer was openly being distributed at this party so we had a few along with some good barbecue spare ribs and potato salad. We stayed about an hour there too. That party led to a number of parties in the Hispanic zone where Robby and I were minor celebrities for our participation in the train fight. Miguel was particularly friendly and he hung with us through a couple of other parties introducing us to his boys, his troops. Those Hispanic parties got Robby, Chubby, and me going... the booze started kicking in and we did some grass and we were getting a little louder each party we attended. We were dancing with girls we didn't even know... I don't think most of them were even in our class. It was dark by the time we hit Elliot's outdoor party which now consisted of Jay's party combining with others from some of Elliot's classes so there were a lot of kids there. Most of them were a bit hammered by now so everyone was hugging and giving over-the-top greetings like we hadn't seen one another for years. Elliot's brother, Ray, lurking around the seniors sneaking a draft beer and looking cool until at one point he got my arm and pulled me over behind some evergreen trees to tell me "Dylan, ya know... um, ah... you think maybe you can do a little more testing with me. I'm wondering if I may be bi after all, ya know?" I'm like, "Sure, dude... I'll help ya" and being a little drunk and a little taken by Ray's uniquely sexy quality, I cupped behind his head and pulled him toward me to lay a wet mouth to mouth kiss on him, one that had both out tongues sliding around in first his mouth and then mine. He's always been interested in making-out. Ray's crotch was gently humping into mine as we kissed, his cock as hard as a cock can get. He broke the kiss all flustered and embarrassed, gasping out, "Not now, not here, Dylan... sometime in the next week or so. OK?" I was gasping a little bit myself because Ray is a hottie... I go, "Oh, yeah... sure" and then I rubbed my nose against his like Robby and I do and he leaned into me mumbling, "I think I'm bi... at least where you're concerned..." He was going to say more but we heard voices close by and Ray panicked a little and pulled me back into the light doing an obvious fake laugh... then, as we're walking back into the group, he's saying "You're so fucking funny, Dylan" which his mother heard him say and she shouts, "Raymond! Watch your mouth!" I'm wandering away from Ray so as not to be associated with the mother/son confrontation when Chubby grabs my arm and says, "Wonder what Ricky's doing tonight..." he's laughing in an odd way and I go, "Ricky? Who the fuck are you talk..." then it hits me and I'm like, "Oh, that Ricky." Chubby was a little plastered too. I say, "You want to head out of here while we can still drive?" Chubby looks serious when he says, "Yeah, I do, Dylan. I want just you and me to celebrate a little together... just the two of us." As were considering leaving I'm wondering if the fact Chubby brought up Ricky's name has anything to do with his sudden interest in just him and me celebrating alone. Robby helped me make up my mind about leaving when he threw-up in the shrubbery. Chubby says, "Oh fuck, that's so gross!" and I go, "How bout your girlfriend throwing up on the boat to Liberty island?" He's like, "Never-mind that, come on dude, let's get your boyfriend home. Damn! that boy cannot drink a lick!" I gave Chubby a look because of the "boyfriend" comment, but he didn't notice it as he was already walking toward Robby. A couple of kids had gone to Robby's assistance with wet paper towels for him to wipe his mouth. Robby was saying, "Dis draft beer is potent..." then he turns around pointing at the crowd and says, "Be-fucking-ware, this shit is strong!" We're all trying not to laugh but we do laugh a little anyway and so Robby laughs too. Then he repeated himself, telling some girl "Dis beer reeks with fucking alcohol!" She says "No shit, Rob...". Everyone likes Robby so it was more of a funny thing than anything else. Chubby and I steered Robby to the car and I drove him home. Chubby had his arm around Robby's neck to keep him from falling over. It was soothing for Robby against Chubby's shoulder I guess because Robby decided to go to sleep, his blond flattop hair pressed against Chubby's cheek. Chubby appeared comfortable with it too... I thought they made the most perfect picture together... I love em' both. Outside the Dickers house I called Dodger's cell and told him to get his ass out here right away. He comes bopping out and right over to my side of the car. My arm's hanging out the window so Dodger immediately takes hold of my hand and presses it against his crotch, I feel his cock getting hard. "Dodger! Stop that! You need to sneak your brother inside the house. He's drunk. Don't let your parents see him this way... he threw-up too." Dodger says, "Sure, Dylan.." and then, holding my hand to his mouth with both his hands, he does two quick bites on the fingernail of my index finger and takes the nail down to the quick. I go, "Goddammit, Dodger.." pulling my hand away with the expletive. He's smirking like crazy as he spits my nail out so it pings against the car's door. He's so attractive I can't get mad at him... instead I just stare and he whispers, "I'm gonna fuck you in the pool again this summer... wait and see." I'm like, "Help your brother, ya little pervert" half joking with him. Dodger smiles and does an air kiss at me then goes around and, with the help of Chubby, gets Robby safely out of the car. "I can walk, Dodger..." says Robby and then trips over his own feet and yells, "Fuck!" before making a face and chuckling. He waves goodbye to Chubby and me as he's half staggering toward his house, Dodger giggling, helping him walk straight. I pull away shaking my head... Robby must be allergic to booze. "OK, Chubby" I say, "What do you feel like doing now?" He actually slurs his words a bit as he goes, "I feel like trying something I've been wondering about and I need your help to do it. You up for it?" and he pokes me near my belly. Instinctively I know it's going to have something to do with sex and since he wants to do it with me, make that gay sex. Woohoooo! Remaining calm I go "Chubby, if it's between you and me, I'm up for it... count me in, dude." He gets quiet then and just nods his head a couple of times and looks out the window. Now there exists an uncomfortable silence in the car... I wish we hadn't been drinking because this should be happening with a clear head. Well, on the other hand, maybe it wouldn't even happen except for the booze... the beer and pot reducing or eliminating Chubby's natural inhibitions. Pulling up to our condos I mutter, "Did I say congratulations to you Chubby... for graduating, I mean" He goes, "Huh? Graduating? Oh yeah, Dylan... thanks, you too buddy. Want a cigarette?" So we parked and climbed the steps to sit on the top step and fire-up a cigarette to share. I took the first drag and blew smoke in his face hoping to lighten the mood but he just waved his hand in front of his face dispersing the smoke. "You OK, Chub?" He takes the cigarette and inhales a drag lipping the filter in the process, then lets the smoke drift out of his mouth as he's saying, "All those times Ricky fucked my ass I wondered how it would feel to be him, ya know. To be blunt, I want to fuck your ass to find out. If it's OK with you and you did offer." I knew it was going to be something sexy, but I wasn't quite expecting Chubby to be so explicit about it, although directness does fits his personality. I tried to say "OK" but it caught in my throat and a grunt came out instead. Chubby, looking straight ahead, added "I would never ask that of you if you hadn't mentioned you're gay, and I assume being gay means you do that sort of thing and since we're the best friends ever I'm thinking you'd let me discover what it feels like... right?" This time I managed a weak, "Sure, Chubby. I'd like it actually". He looked over at me then with a small smile on his cute face and asks "Yeah? It's OK?" I nod my head yes, he squeezed my hand, took another drag and blew his exhale right in my face. He looked a little excited actually. This was very exciting for me I can assure you of that... or it should have been, but so far I was feeling mostly tense. It's a dream I've had for quite a few years of course. I'm convinced now that my erotic dream fantasy when jerking-off as a straight boy involved Chubby... I'm referring to the erotic fantasy I had before I accepted my gayness. The unknown boy fucking me in that fantasy of mine was Chubby. It's been obvious to be for awhile now but it's been one of those things that's just barely below the subconscious level. Now that it's about to happen, I know it was Chubby who fucked me a hundred times in my mind. Gee, wish I'd of let my conscious mind realize that fact back then, it would have made the fantasy even hotter for me... surface of the sun hot. As we smoked silently and I had those thoughts of my old fantasy, Chubby continued acting very matter-of-fact about all this and I'm not sure why that is. This is a major deal here. Of course, we have been so intimate with each other over the years... that might have something to do with the bluntness. Our intimate behavior has always been performed under the cover of Chubby's extraordinary ability to rationalize what we did as somehow normal, or at least normal where we're concerned. He was humming to himself which I felt was the first signs of nervousness in him. No need for him to be nervous, in my heart I know Chubby's bi, but I'll let him come to that realization himself. Hell, it's not a matter of me letting him come to that realization anyway... he'll come to it or he won't, what I say won't change that. Chubby interrupted my thoughts then, "Have you been hoping I'd do something like this, Dylan?" I thought about how I should answer that and then just said the truth, "Yes, I have Chubby". He squeezes my hand again and says, "Would you do another favor first... do a little of my foot fetish with me? I'm dying to do a little, but didn't want to bother you with it before now." I go, "It's no bother... sure I'll do it with you, but don't ya think we should wait until we're sober before we do anything?" Chubby laughed out loud at that and goes, "Hell no! I wouldn't have the balls to do this totally sober! Ha ha ha. And anyway, I'm not all that drunk... just high. Come on, we'll go to my room." He stood up then, passed the butt to me for a last drag, and with smoke excaping from my mouth I flicked that butt in an awesomely high arc, red sparks drifting off the hot ash as it floated into the gutter below. Chubby goes, "Nice one, dude!" and we walked up the next set of steps to Chubby's condo. I now had butterflies in my stomach, but still... oh boy! We grabbed Cokes on the way through the kitchen and settled in his room to drink our sodas, Chubby sitting on his bed and me in his desk chair. After a few swallows of Coke he says, "They only way I know to do this is the way Ricky did it to me... you OK with that?" I nod agreement because I've been curious exactly what Ricky did do to Chubby, then I say, "You tell me what you want and I'll try to do it". He says, "Don't try... do it!" and then he smiles and adds, "That's how Ricky talked to me... by the end there he had me so submissive, Dylan, it's humiliating to admit, but it's true... I was such a wuss. He used some kind of psycho babble to fuck with my head and little by little became more and more controlling. Ah hell, I told you about it already... I didn't want to lose that job, it seems stupid now, but there it is." I'm paying close attention to him but he isn't looking me in the eyes. Then he does look up to add, "You know, it helps me to say these things out loud to you. Helps me deal with it, work through it... this'll help me too. Ricky would get so turned on fucking me I just want to see what it's all about so... so, thanks, buddy!" He was lightening up considerably which made me smile, feeling kind of proud of myself that I'm relaxed enough to help Chubby, and of course feeling compassion for him too. I go, "That's what it's often called you know... buddy sex. You called me buddy just then." Chubby's taking off his shoes, he says "Buddy sex huh, I like that... it's cool sounding and it kinda makes it sound OK to do stuff with your best buddy, even this kind of stuff." I thought about the things Chubby and me have done together in the past without either of us needing to have a name for it, but if calling it buddy/sex rationalizes it for Chubby it's good by me. Chubby's saying, "Buddy sex isn't what Ricky was all about... no way." His sneakers off, he says, "Ricky picked-up on my foot fetish and insisted I do his feet before he fucked me. Damn! I would still get aroused even though the feet involved belonged to Ricky... it got so I convinced myself Ricky was doing me a favor and I started idolizing him. I awoke from my stupidity period when he got carried away spanking me that time, he's certifiable... but you know all this already." I'm still paying close attention, staring at his youthful face and loving him. He was quiet for awhile, lost in his thoughts, then he snapped out of it and said, "Come over here Dylan, sit on the floor at my feet... and take your shoes off". I hopped up and took the three steps over to him and sat Indian style at his feet. When I had one of my sneakers off he says, "Pass that to me..." he said it in a demanding, kind of obnoxious way too but I remember he'd said he was going to do everything like Ricky did it so I didn't protest his rudeness. I simply passed my sneaker to him and he casually smells around the outside of it a bit, then takes a deep inhale at the opening where my foot goes and says, "God damn, you got a nice smelling foot. Smell your other sneaker, Dylan." I smell inside the sneaker I'm holding and notice a slight foot odor, but nothing about it was particularly nice smelling like Chubby said it was. He demands, "Take my foot and massage it, then put it against your face, all over your face and on top of your head, and just... you know, just love it..." I shrug and try doing what he said, his foot was still in his white ankle sock and was slightly damp, it smelled pretty much like a foot that's been in a sneaker all day would smell. And, yes... we wore sneakers with our black slacks and dress shirt... most everybody in Framingham wears sneakers with whatever else they happen to be wearing. Anyway, it was immediately apparent that my sneaker wasn't as strong smelling as Chubby's foot, but I could easily stand the smell so I did what he wanted. The heel of his foot resting on my thigh as I massaged the whole foot using both hands and shortly he was curling his toes and biting his lip while making "Mmmmm mmm" sounds in his throat. It wasn't erotic to me but since it was Chubby's foot, and I like everything about Chubby, I enjoyed massaging it. I even pretended to love his foot as I used both hands to pick his foot up and maneuver it around my face and into my hair and under my chin... any place I could think of. Chubby liked it a lot and was pushing on his lap with two fingers against a bump that had developed there, the bump is often called a boner. My dick wasn't hard at all but, like I said, it was Chubby so I was good with it. He goes, "Take off the sock and do it all again". I did that and although the bare foot was damp and smelled stronger it wasn't so bad... I must say, he has the nicest looking feet. Much nicer looking than mine. I've noticed the same is true with Robby's feet, not that either Robby or me are into feet, it's just a matter of me noticing Robby's feet in the shower that time. Appreciating Chubby's nice looking foot I got brave and nibbled on his little toe which got Chubby squirming and grunting. His toe didn't taste like anything so I licked it and then licked each of his other toes. Short of breath now, Chubby goes, "Lick the fucking sole of my foot like I told you to do!" which I took to be another Ricky impersonation because Chubby hadn't told me to do that, in any case I went along with it. After awhile I was told to do the same with his other foot, starting with the sock on and step by step I did what I'd done to the first foot. In my head I could see Chubby kneeling in front of Ricky, probably sitting back on his legs following Ricky's orders. When I finished with both his feet Chubby mumbles, "OK, that was hot... Now we'll change places" he got on the floor and I sat on the bed. Step by step he did everything with my feet that I'd done to his feet only he did a lot more of it. Chubby did the preliminary stuff pretty much like I'd done it but what started as licking and nibbling of my toes became long licks from my heel to the back of my toes and half my foot in his mouth, then my wet foot squished around his face and then he was sucking my big toe and scrapping his teeth along my heel and on and on it went. It's not the first time he's worshipped my feet so it wasn't as shocking to me as it might have been, but it's so different you kinda need getting used to it. While it doesn't particularly arouse me I enjoy doing it for two reasons. One, someone messing around and massaging your feet feels good, and two... I love Chubby and seeing him get aroused sexually from his fetish is exciting in and of itself, and therefore kinda hot. He was groping himself openly by the time he was done.. all of a sudden he looked up at me with a big grin and says, "That was fabulous, but I'm gonna spunk in my pants if I keep it up." Then, remembering he's suppose to do everything like Ricky, he dropped the grin and sternly says, "Get those pants off and keep your mouth shut." I took a big breath and did what he said... he, of course, has no idea I get aroused by a dominant sex partner. This is getting wickedly exciting for me and way cool! Chubby drops the dominant part and says, "Oh shit! Ricky always used a condom but I don't have one... do you?" I go "No, sorry... do it without a condom, it's fine by me." Ricky moans, "But the condoms have the slippery stuff on em'... ya need that, don't ya?" I say, "Yeah, it's best... come on down to my finished basement, I got some lube hidden in the half bath down there". We put our pants back on and head out into the night barefoot, slapping our bare feet on each step heading down to my condo, and then continue down the steps to the basement. The clock chimes tell us it's eleven o'clock. The graduation parties began around four this afternoon so we'd been sipping on beers and smoking pot for almost seven hours. I get Robby's and my lube out from it's hiding place under the sink and off come our pants again "Underpants too Dylan, take you shirt off too... everything off" and he smacked the back of my head getting back into his Ricky role. It was hot for me but only because it's Chubby... God forbid if it were actually Ricky! Completely naked I look at Chub for instructions, he had his pants off but not his shirt. He says, "Bend over, hands on your knees, and don't move or speak unless you're told to". It didn't surprise me at all that Ricky spanked Chubby before fucking him because I saw Chubby's black, blue, and green ass that time... I didn't really expect Chubby to spank me as hard as he did though. After a bit my hands were off my knees trying to cover my buttocks with Chubby smacking my hands and my ass... he's a strong little fucker. Finally I yelled, "Chubbeeeeeee, stop that!" then looked back knowing his cock would still be hard as wood from the foot fetish and it was... a flagpole hard three and a half inch cock sticking straight out from his shaved groin. "Head around front!" he snapped as he smacked the back of my head again. When my ass was on fire he stopped and muttered, "Jesus, it is as red as a rose" and then another smack and he goes, "and I can see my white hand print from the smack on your red ass". He was basically talking to himself, confirming what Ricky must have taunted him about. "OK, no more spanking, Dylan... sorry I did it so much, Ricky did quite a bit more on me though." Wheee, my ass was burning but I guess I asked for it saying we could do it the way Ricky did it. Chubby didn't sound real bossy when he said, "Can you put the lube in your ass, or wherever it goes". I straightened up and let a quiet "Ow" slip out... he really spanked me hard. Getting the lube I put a lot in my hole, around my hole, and then with slippery fingers I stroked Chubby's boner getting it slippery too. He goes, "Whooo wheee... easy there Dylan, I'm about to blow my load already. That's enough lube, get yourself back in position for the fucking of your life or you'll get another spanking!." I didn't open my mouth for fear of another smack on my tender buttocks. Obviously I didn't think this was going to be the fucking of my life even though I somehow do have half a hard-on already. Chubby wasted no time, he says "Here I go" and he humped his full three and a half inches of fat headed boner up my ass and squealed out, "Ohh fuck... oh, I'm gonna cum", but he didn't. He just left it up there with me seeing stars and blowing short burst of air waiting for my ass to expand and the muscles to relax accepting Chubby's cock. He was blowing out long exhales too, exaggerated ones like he'd been running up a long, steep hill at full speed. About the time my ass began to feel comfortable with it's company Chubby had himself calmed down enough to pull his boner out a bit and shove it back in, "Holy shit! This feels good.." was his only comment before beginning as fast and hard a fuck as anyone can do. He had one hand grabbing my side at my hip and the other one with a fistful of my faux hawk hair pulling my head back as he fucked me like a wild child. It was scarily like the last time Robby fucked me except I didn't have anything to hold onto now. My cock, all six inches, quickly became as hard as a steel pipe, it was level with my belly pointing straight ahead and dripping... it would be sticking straight out from my groin like Chubby's if I hadn't been bent over. Needless to say the fuck didn't last long, no more then ninety seconds, it was sort of like Robby's and Connor's first fuck which I'm proud to say I participated in. All I pictured in my mind was Chubby fucking me... I wish I could see it in a mirror or something, he had me turned in the wrong direction for that. It feels so good though, and it's my best friend of a lifetime who's fucking me. Wishing it could go on for a much longer time but knowing I'm right on the verge of climaxing myself Chubby's cock exploded cum up my ass and I definitely felt the first shot. The immediately slippery condition inside my hole had Chubby making "hooting sounds" as he pile-drived my asshole... sounds like I've never heard before. His cum was being pulled out with his fucking, splattering over both my buttocks as my own cum streamed out from my pipe-hard cock splattering against the half bath's door, me stroking my boner as fast as Chubby was humping my ass. Very, very fast but uber hot and my dick's head was burning with great sensations, my balls hurt a little because they'd pumped out a lot of spunk but over all I'm feeling fabulous. Taking big inhales, both of us at the same time gasping for oxygen, Chubby slowed down his humping and I slowed down stroking my cock to match his humping speed until "Plop", out came Chubby's fat cock leaving that awful empty feeling back there, my gapping hole drooling Chubby's spunk. "Holy shit, Dylan... I stretched your asshole something weird. Oh God, look at that cum drooling out..." and a quiet snicker followed with a pat on my stinging buttocks, and this "OK, now I know... that feels better than anything I can think of at this particular minute... awesome way to jerk off. It's fun dominating your ass, Dylan... heh heh. I can see why Ricky fucked me so much... and you blew your load too, didn't ya. Just like I did sometimes... hmmm". I wanted to say... yeah, I blew my load because I'm gay and love getting fucked up the ass, so what's your excuse? I didn't say it though because Chubby seemed amazingly contented and pleased with himself and I didn't want to burst his bubble. Instead I say, "You really fucked me good." He goes, "How's it feel when Robby fucks ya?" It was an innocent question, he hadn't said it in any bad way... he was just curious, but still, I go "That's personal, Chub. It's between Robby and me just like this is between you and me. And didn't you say basically the same thing to me when I asked if you're getting in Mary Jo's pants?" He makes a face and says, "Yeah, you're right. That was crude of me, sorry... but I more or less told you about me and Mary Jo you know. Anyway, this is much more interesting than Mary Jo... ah, I don't mean it like that... I mean, we just did something so off the wall we need to focus on it." I go, "Sure" and he asks "Did you like when I did you?" I go, "It was real hot, Chub... for real". Chubby's stroking his half soft dick for a minute, then says, "Ok if I fuck you again in an hour or so? Only so I can know how Ricky felt cause sometimes he did me three times in one night. I walked funny on some of those nights too" then to himself in almost a whine he says, "I should have fought back or protested, or something. Guess it kinda felt good after awhile though." He looked at me and added, "Ricky said he turned me, you know, into a queer... maybe he did a little. What do you think, Dylan?" I told him that maybe he did have a little gay or bi leaning but that I didn't believe someone can turn you from being straight to being gay anymore than they can do the opposite. "And, anyway... there isn't anything wrong with experimenting to discover things for yourself, Chub" at that Chubby got introspective and said he just wanted to fuck me once more and that would be it for him forever. Poor kid is in denial, but like I said I'm not gonna debate him or shove the obvious down his throat... not now anyway, he's fragile right now. I'll let him fool himself for as long as he wants... as long as the denial isn't not causing him serious problems. We cleaned-up and went to lay in my bed for awhile. Chubby wasn't extra affectionate or anything like that, he was basically himself and that's plenty nice. We've always hugged one another when sleeping together anyway... there just wasn't any kissing or hickeys or anything romantic... just some mutual loving. I snuggled into him on my bed like I'd do on any night we were together here, casually running my fingers through his dark silky hair as we talked. We didn't talk about sex, we talked about today and about graduating and our summer ahead of us with the jobs, and the two weeks vacation we'd be spending in Wildwood again, and we talked about college and how cool it's going to be living together in that apartment. During the quiet periods I was thinking about how special it had been to have sex with Chubby at last, but at the same time how it could never live up to the levels of my expectations... there's a limit on how high you can go no matter who's sharing sex with you. Still, I loved it and I'll bet Chubby can't resist exploring some other sexual endeavors with me in the not too distant future. Now that he's broken through, the next time will be easier and the time after that easier still. My main love is Robby but there's always a little buddy sex on the side when you're eighteen years old and have the best buddy ever, like I do. And then there's Ray who needs some help deciding if he's gay and Connor who knows he's gay but likes the buddy sex as much as I do... hey, maybe I should have Ray and Chubby in the same class and we'll do threesomes all summer while I show them everything I've learned from carl, Larry and Willie... or how about if Connor's the teacher trainee and helps me demonstrate various way of fucking. What's that limerick... There once was a man from Nantucket whos cock was so long he could fuck it. He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin, if my ear was a cunt I would fuck it! It should be if my ear was an ass I would fuck it! That thought had me smiling; Chubby sees the smile and in a smart-ass, joking way he says, "Is that smile caused by you thinking about me fucking you again?" I go, "Yes, it is..." and he says "Then let's do it" and this time he fucked me in my bed with me on my belly and did he ever do me up right this time... fifteen glorious minutes. Oh my God, I've got another sexual natural top on my hands... holy shit! This summer is going to be the best summer of my life. Chubby slept with me in my little twin bed and even though we'll have hangovers tomorrow morning I couldn't help but think that maybe in the morning Chubby will want to try fucking me one more last time ....I sure hope so. Before sleep came to me on this busy but wonderful day I thought: Hey Chubby, do you remember way last fall when we were both only this tall? Now look at us we're way up here and my goodness haven't we learned a lot this year. In fact I think we're both doing really great cause we both got to graduate! Yeah, we graduated... now we need to deal with the rest of our lives, which should be fun. The End Many thanks to those of you who emailed me encouraging comments about this story. I'm taking time off to write a few other things and let Dylan clear from my head for awhile, but probably they'll be a sequel. Maybe "Dylan's Summer"... if you want to be notified when (if) the new Dylan is posted drop me an email indicating that and you'll be on the notification list. If you want to be notified of anything I post please indicate that too and thanks again for all your interest in my writing. Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com