Date: Tue, 5 May 2009 14:28:57 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter Three (High School) by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR by Donny mumford Chapter Three (High School) Elliot Ellis, the shyest boy I've ever met has just asked me to fuck him and, no... I'm not dreaming. Can this be for real though? Just hearing those words coming out of Elliot's mouth totally shocked and dumbfounded me. It caused an incredulous expression to form on my face, my mouth began moving but no words came out. My reaction would be embarrassing except Elliot's not paying attention to me, he's looking at the floor shuffling his feet. His face is scarlet, he's making weird humming sounds as he nervously rubs his fingers together. He's squirming, shimmering... his entire body appears in motion, but yet he remains stationary. And still I wonder, what to say? Finally I have to say something so I start with, "Ah, Elliot...?" But Elliot interrupts, and with rapidly blinking eyes, mumbles, "I must have messed this up, it went so much easier with Todd White." I go, "No, you ah... what's that about Todd White, you had sex with him?" Elliot looked like he might cry or something so I quickly added, "Oh, never mind that for now. Anyway, you didn't mess anything up, Elliot... it's me who probably messed-up. This Todd guy... well, he must have helped you out, or something. I want to help ya too... but, ya know, I'm kind of a slow thinker when an unusually unexpected situation of this magnitude develops." Elliot frowned quizzically and says, "Huhhh?..." Oh man, the two of us need to get a grip. Trying to gather myself I shake my head hoping for an idea, then say, "Let's sit down and start over, OK?" He backed over to my desk chair, still not looking at me. I got up on my bed and sat there Indian style watching Elliot vibrate, waiting to see if he had anything more to say. He didn't seem ready to speak so I break the silence by quietly saying, "Elliot, I heard what you said, ah... about the sex thing you mentioned, but what was it you said about your boyfriend, Jay? I missed that part, and it's a place for us to re-start. We'll work our way up to Todd White and to, you know... you and me." Elliot, not responding to that, began tapping his fingers on the top of my desk, one after the other... the only sound in my bedroom, "tappidy, tap, tap, tap.... tappidy, tap, tap, tap..." Perhaps he was trying to decide what he wanted to say. Again I waited patiently. About a minute later he mumbles, "Oh, I know. Can we forget I said anything... forget I said what I said before, I mean... can we?" In a neutral voice I said, "No, we can't do that Elliot. What was it you said about Jay?" He stopped tapping the desktop and held his head between his hands... then, moving his hands to cover his face he talked through his fingers. Speaking in a shaky monotone, he says, "I've known that I like boys since... since, forever. I've known it for years but I was born with the shy gene so it's been real slow going in the... you know... having sex. My first sex was with my friend, Charlie La Russo, when I was sixteen. He made me blow him, suck his dick... and, um... I liked it, but my Dad got a new job and we moved away, so no more Charlie. My next sex involved vegetables. I, ah... I put them up my rear end. English cucumbers, fat carrots, zucchini... that sort of thing... maybe that's weird, I don't know... probably it is. I'd put lubed condoms on the vegetables and fucked myself with them while I jacked off". His voice trailed off at the end. Then he was quiet, his face almost hot enough to fry bacon on, sweat dripping from his forehead. I felt so much compassion for him, but... But, all I could think to do was stare at him and nod my head, urging him on. It was kinda weird hearing Elliot string all those sentences together, the most sentences in a row I've ever heard from him. He continued speaking, mostly about unimportant background information, his voice getting so low I could barely make out the words at times, plus he kept stopping and starting. Thing is, it's painful waiting out the pauses. I didn't want to interrupt his flow so I said nothing, but then my silence would trigger more silence from him. He'd peek out between his fingers, then avert eye contact and wait for me to encourage him to continue. Each time he stopped I'd wait a few seconds, then nod and mumble, "Go ahead dude, I'm anxious to hear this." When he came to a real stop I waited to be sure he was done, then said, "It's probably uncomfortable recollecting these things about your life Elliot, and ya know... ah, you kind of told me some of this before... most of it actually. And another thing, you're not weird, don't put yourself down like that... I used to do wild stuff too, years ago. Please go on... you know, and move forward in your story if you can... tell me about Jay. Remember? ..." He went on to tell me more things I already knew... things he'd told me over the past six months, but I let him go over it all again. He went back in time to detail the events leading up to his first introduction to Jay who'd just moved from Chicago. Apparently Jay had been sitting on his front steps watching the moving van pull away... he spotted Elliot walking by and called out to him. If Jay hadn't been persistent Elliot wouldn't have stopped to talk. The day they met Jay told Elliot he was gay and soon Elliot came out to Jay. With Jay leading the way, one thing led to another and the two became friends and eventually the new gay friends experienced oral sex together. That was the first gay sex for Elliot in two years. Most of that stuff was known to me already because Elliot and I had became friends working at Stop & Shop and, like I said, he'd told me about it, little by little, over the past six months. But now, finally something new. Elliot mentioning the oral sex with Jay was news to me. I'd been wondering about their sex life but was never rude enough to ask about it, and I didn't ask for specifics now either although I was certainly curious. Elliot apparently needs to tell his story his way, which is to say, repeating all the stuff I already knew about... warming-up to the stuff I didn't know about. He'd relaxed a lot... he wasn't shaking, but of course he still wouldn't look me in the eyes. Elliot continued with new information, new to me... I learned that his specific interest in gay sex is getting fucked. While explaining how he'd always dreamed of anal sex Elliot squirmed on the desk chair, rubbing his ass back and forth on the seat... that yummy ass of his. I hoped my mouth wasn't hanging open so I checked and found I was under control which kinda surprised me. OK, so that's Elliot's thing ... having a boy screw him. It's my thing too, but not exclusively. To hear Elliot tell it, it's been his thing from his earliest fantasizes, as far back as puberty. And then, just prior to his eighteenth birthday he stumbled onto Jay who is now Elliot's first boyfriend, but as fate would have it his first boyfriend isn't into anal sex... ironic. So now I understood the situation, but wow!... to tell ya the truth, I never thought a gay boy wouldn't be interested in another boy's ass. That's kind of a revelation to me... I wanted to say, "You're shitting me!" but I didn't. He hurried through the description about Jay's phobia with anal sex and about how Jay was unable to perform the act... can't stay hard, can't sustain a boner. Very ironic alright, but also monumentally frustrating for both Jay and Elliot. Elliot spoke quietly and quickly when telling me about Jay's phobia because, obviously, it's a very personal thing for Jay. Frankly I was shocked Elliot would even tell me about it, then he explained it was Jay who encouraged him to come to me with all this in the first place. Jay had talked Elliot into confiding in me. I should have known Elliot wouldn't have done this on his own... except, he apparently did it once before with Todd... but then, maybe Jay was sort of a co-conspirator with that too. I didn't press Elliot for details, but it is so bizarre that this shy-as-shy-can-be boy has asked two separate guys to fuck him. Anyway, these guys, Elliot and Jay, are putting their trust in me. They're hoping I can do two things... one, help relieve Elliot's sexual frustration in the short term and, two... in the longer term, perhaps the three of us can find a solution to Jay's phobia. I at first thought, 'Oh great, that's a lot of pressure on me!' But I was also flattered they'd come to me for help, and so determined to help. Still, I'm not a real confident person myself so to be sure there was no chance of a misunderstanding, I go, "Jay knows you're here discussing this with me? Right? You guys discussed all this earlier" Elliot looks me in the eyes fleetingly while saying, "Oh yes, like I said, it's his idea. He helped me with my speech... the one that didn't work". Startled, I'm like, "Speech?... oh was that a speech? Anyhow, no way it didn't work. The speech part worked, Elliot... why do ya say it didn't work? We're talking aren't we, we're working it out." Elliot looked at me directly for the second time, and said, "We're working it out? Really?" he seemed surprised. I said, "Yeah, we're talking and when we're done talking we'll know what to do." Elliot did a comical gulp, although he didn't mean it to be comical, and said, "Oh!". He then, without any further hesitation and with more enthusiasm than he'd displayed to this point, told me about him and Todd White. I'd heard that name mentioned by the part time kids at Super Stop & Shop. Everyone who worked for Todd thought he was the coolest boss ever... a guy who looked out for the part time kids and was extremely fair. Now, for the first time, I hear the rest of the Todd story. Elliot tells me about his wicked crush on Todd and how he, Elliot, discovered that Todd had a boyfriend in high school and from that concluded Todd was still gay and Elliot's made it his quest to have Todd fuck him. He'd fantasized about Todd fucking him even before the discovery, now it became a mission with real possibilities. This part of Elliot's story was hard to grasp at first, like I said a minute ago, this very shy boy actually thinking he might make his fantasy come true by somehow convincing his boss to fuck him... that's radical and didn't sound like Elliot. It had me shaking my head in wonder at the vagaries of the human mind. I'm like, "Wait a minute Elliot. You find a picture of a much younger Todd sitting next to another boy, their arms around each others shoulders, the caption on the picture reads 'Love, something or other', and from that evidence you conclude Todd is gay and your quest to have him fuck you becomes obsessive? Is that about it?" Elliot goes, "Yeah, that's it Dylan, except I wasn't actually obsessive so much as just hopeful... but then Todd got promoted and my time for action had expired. In a last ditch effort I went to his apartment and blurted out my quest". As Elliot filled-in a few more sketchy details it looked to me as though Todd White had indeed saved the day for Elliot, helped Elliot with his speech, so ta speak, unlike I've been able to do until just a minute ago... I'm not done helping, yet. Elliot's wicked crush on this twenty-five year old guy enabled him to over-came his shyness for a few seconds and somehow find the courage to propose sex between them. WOW!... sexual urges are powerful things indeed. For reasons that aren't completely clear to Elliot... Todd, with the aid of some alcoholic beverages over-came his initial objections and caved in to Elliot's request and probably his own desires, and gave Elliot a sweet fucking... it remains the one and only fuck of Elliot's life. There are obviously many unknown factors involved in Todd's history, factors that led to his decision to accommodate Elliot, but all in all, he seems to be a very nice guy and not one to unfairly take advantage. Elliot didn't want to go into specifics about any of this and I didn't really need any. The picture was clear enough, but even so, I said, "Just so I'm perfectly clear... you want us to have sex together. Right?" With a quick shy grin flashing over his face he says, "Yes Dylan, that's it exactly. You pick things up quickly, don't ya?" and he chuckled. It was great to see him relaxed enough to make a joke about my denseness. He doesn't realize that I'm not brimming with confidence myself and that I always need to check to make sure I know what's up. I don't want to make a fool of myself, especially in matters of sex. I didn't go into that with him though, just grinned back... then pretending to be especially stupid, I mumbled, "Duh, what ya mean by dat, huh?" We both laughed now, and Elliot actually looked me in the eyes for more than a fleeting second, his pretty green eyes full of hope now... actually glittering. He chewed on his lower lip for a bit, still chuckling, then quietly said, "I'm hoping you and me, as gay friends, will do what Jay calls "buddy sex". And you'll, um, fuck me..." I'm staring at him thinking that my eyes were probably glittering now too. He did another quick peek into my eyes and with a grin mumbled, "Or fuck me twice if you want... three times would be better." Now that was too much... I looked around my bedroom expecting Jay or somebody to jump out of the closet or crawl out from under my bed and yell, "Gotcha!". It was all so unreal!... very unexpected from Elliot, very inviting too. We're both eighteen years old, Elliot is cute, cute, cute and he seems dead serious... so, what the hell. What the hell, indeed! I say, "You'd like us to do it here, now?" Elliot's eyes got bigger and shinier, he goes, "You'll do it? You'll do it with me?" I say, "Sure Elliot, you're so... I mean, sure I'll do it, why wouldn't I. You're hot, Elliot. Really cute and hot.... Don't ya know that?" To my surprise he nodded his head indicating he did know that, but clarified with, "Well, that's what Jay says... that's the only reason I know I'm... what you said." I'd already pulled my T shirt over my head and Elliot seeing that, did the same. "Are you shy about being naked?" I asked. He nodded that he was, saying, "A little". Kicking off my sneakers and dropping my Lee's, I said, "Please don't be..." and smiled, trying not to leer at him. When he stepped out of his sneaks and dropped his jeans, I quietly said, "Come on over here, Elliot... do you make-out?" He nodded 'yes' and the two of us, in socks and jockey shorts, came together and tentatively kissed, then hugged together...skin against skin. What a tight little body to hug, real small, but very firm. I whispered in Elliot's ear, "You feel really good Elliot". Elliot said, "Oh, thanks Dylan. Your body is wicked hot and feels so good too. I'm really excited now... and a little nervous". I nuzzled the side of his face, so smooth. Then Elliot, in a mischievous voice says, "You're very cute and very sexy too, Dylan. Don't you know that?" I leaned my head back to look him in the eyes, he was grinning a little at his remark... sorta repeating back at me what I'd asked him a minute ago. That was the second little wise-ass joke from Elliot in the last two minutes. Way to go, Elliot! I wanted to congratulate him, or something. I didn't though, it might embarrass him so I just made a face at him like... dude!, you rock! It was all nice ice-breaking stuff and relaxed both of us a little. I rubbed my nose against his, mumbling, "You're funny and you smell nice, Elliot" then I kissed him on his mouth again and quite quickly we really got into it. Elliot got surprisingly passionate with his kisses, his hands rubbing up and down my bare back, goosing my ass. He's full of surprises today. What a cute kid... he's eighteen, but acts younger than that most of the time and I just wanted to eat him up. It occurred to me that he and Jay must do a lot of making-out because Elliot was very good at it and he obviously enjoys doing it too which made me think back to his quick response yesterday right here in my bedroom to my remark about "us gay boys having a kiss goodbye". Elliot hadn't hesitated then, he'd laid a real good open mouth kiss on me, hot! Maybe I better stop underestimating him. Making out with him emphasized his height, or lack of height I should say. Actually he's Chubby's height, about five-feet, six-inches, slim... maybe a hundred fifteen pounds, tops. His size made me feel big, I needed to bend my head down and he needed to hold his face up for kisses. That's a little awkward so I cupped each of his buttocks in a hand and with his arms wrapped around my neck, I easily lifted him off the floor, French kissing the whole time. Our bodies tight together so I immediately felt his rather nice boner against my thigh. We'd only been at it two minutes or so... two minutes of very active kissing, licking, and sucking. Elliot kept his arms tightly around my neck making a quiet "mmmmmm' sound as we tried to swallow each other's mouth. He didn't weight much but it was still helpful he hadn't struggled being lifted off his feet... his eyes were lightly closed and his body was totally docile against mine. It was awesome. After a while the feel of Elliot's boner poking against my groin convinced me it was time to take this up a notch so I quietly said, "You're so hot, Elliot. Jay's lucky! How 'bout laying back on the bed now". He sounded slightly apprehensive when he said, "Oh, now... I mean, sure Dylan..." As I lowered him to the floor wetness from his precum soaked through his jockey shorts just below my belly button... I did a long inhale groping my crotch. It made me think, 'this first fuck will be fast, climax-wise'. He lay back across my bed, his feet over the side but not touching the floor. I pulled his underwear down and his hard six-inch boner bobbed up and bounced off his belly. It looked bigger than six inches because of Elliot's body size. Cut, but a very nice looking cock with a bit of a fat helmet head... I'll bet Jay enjoys sucking on that, I know I would. He had a pubic patch that looked like it had been barbered, probably by Jay... pretty light red hairs cut to about a half inch. Very clean and neat... As I was pulling his underpants over his feet he grabbed his bobbing boner and began stroking it, then mumbled "Hurry Dylan, I'm so anxious... ". Pulling my jockey underpants down to hook them under my balls, I lifted his legs to my shoulders and... and, there it was... Elliot's perfect boy's-ass. Biting my lip I thought how much it looks like Chubby's ass. Well, except Chubby's is a beautiful tannish skin tone while Elliot's ass is pinkish, like the rest of him. Oh that ass of his though... two plump, firm buttocks which I couldn't help but take a hold of... one in each hand, a handful of bare-ass buttocks. Then, realizing I'd been holding my breath, I let out a long exhale and massaged his ass by squeezing those tight cheeks, he curled his feet behind my head and let a lot of air out between his lips. The wheezy sound of his breathing made me look up from his ass, past his boner and up his firm body past his little pink nipples to look into his big, pretty, shiny, green eyes that were now maintaining eye contact with me. He was breathing with little burst of air, his lips barely parted as he nodded his head a little bit at me as if to encourage me to speed it up. Almost in a hypnotic state, I squeezed both his buttocks again, and then again... letting go of his ass, I pushed his legs down off my shoulders and made a head movement indicating Elliot should hold them back towards his body. We were doing everything seemingly in slow motion, without speaking. Elliot got an arm around each leg and pulled it towards his body. I went back to staring at that great hairless ass of his. Slowly spreading his buttocks apart, but just slightly to look at the rosy pink lips of his rosebud asshole. Very clean looking, nice quivering ass lips looking good enough to kiss. Without thinking or planning to do it, I simply bent over and licked from the top of his ass crack, where it meets his spine, up to the back of his balls and sucked on his large nut for a second. Elliott made a hissing sound and his whole body shivered. I did the tongue lap the entire length of his ass crack again with Elliot muttering, "Oh oh oh" as I progressed toward his hole, pressing my tongue to the very bottom of the crack, over his kissable asshole and up to lap the back of his scrotum again, this time I sucked the smaller of his nuts into my mouth. More body shivers from Elliot. My cock was so hard and so stretched it hurt as I lapped Elliot's ass two more times while spreading apart his buttocks more firmly now, spreading them till the pressure stretched his hole sideways. Then getting my face firmly in his crack, I licked his asshole... lick, lick, lick, like a dog. When I was able to push my tongue inside him I tongue-fucked his hole until my tongue ached. Elliot was rocking gently on the bed making the "oh oh oh" sounds. Unable to hold off any longer I lifted my head, drooled a long string of saliva on his hole and pushed my finger inside to get some spit in there. Elliot, holding his legs firmly against his body, said, "I'm going to cum, Dylan". I stopped and stared at him... hard to tell from his facial expression and squirming body whether he was in pain or in ecstasy. He's so cute, but in a totally different way then say, Robby and Dodger are cute, or even Chubby. Elliot is a baby-faced pretty boy with the emphasis on boy because even with the very pretty features they're definitely boyish-looking features, not girlish at all. Jay cuts Elliot's light red hair in a very boyish style too and that adds to his pretty-boy look ... oh hell, everything about Elliot's appearance is yummy. I waited doing short, fast breaths until he said, "I'm OK now, Dylan, fuck me now, OK?". It wasn't my plan to tease him, I'd surprised myself with the rimming so it's time... one fuck coming up. First though I lovingly kissed each of his ass cheeks before drooling another long strand of saliva on his hole, swishing it around with the head of my boner and as Elliot and I simultaneously took a big breathy inhale, I pushed sorta hard against his hole with the head of my cock and my boner went inside him about five inches. I thought I'd blow my own load right then and there, but I didn't. Elliot did a low squeal that sounded sorta like, "yesssss" as he let go of his right leg and began stroking his six inches of boner. Like everything else about this kid he had a wicked nice looking cock and watching him stroke it I thought again of me sucking it and the very thought made me gasp with desire. I pulled my hard cock out till the head was at his sphincter ring and then pushed it back in steadily and then I did it again right away... easier each time, me still staring at that sweet face of his, pretty kid... damn he's cute and he's looking back at me now like I'm his hero or something. That made me concentrate on giving him pleasure and I made myself get into a good steady rhythm fucking him like that for two minutes or so with him going "Ohh, Ohh" every hump up his ass. I'd taken back control of his legs when he'd grabbed his cock and I had his legs spread apart at the sides now, him still being as docile for me as it's possible to be. Oh God!... did his asshole ever do a fabulous number on my boner. Elliot was tightening his sphincter ring every time I pulled my boner back as if he was trying to prevent me from pulling all the way out... that extra tightness had me right on the very edge of cumming throughout the entire fuck... not that it lasted all that long anyway. It was a challenge keeping my humping steady because I was dying to go crazy and rabbit fuck him to get us both off hot and heavy, and fast... but I dragged out the sensations hoping to give him a fuck he could remember for a while. During the latter part of this rather short fuck Elliot's eyes and lips stayed closed, but he had the nicest half grin on his lips... he looked so happy. I thought, 'this kid likes getting fucked as much as I do'... it was kind of like another revelation for me, but why it should have been is dumb. Why should I be the only boy who loves getting fucked, millions of others surely do too. So, why not Elliot. I'm aware that there are more guys who prefer doing the fucking than getting fucked, but us bottom boys are the lucky ones if ya ask me. Even though I wasn't doing anything wild... no smacking his ass or rabbit fucking, Elliot and I still didn't last very long. My cock was like a piston steadily pushing up his hole, my groin smacking against his sweet, plump, firm cheeks and then I'd withdraw it five inches before immediately pushing it steadily back inside that tight hole with the clamping sphincter muscle... jesus! was that an excellent asshole. I picked-up the pace and within seconds of the increasing speed of penetration, he made a high pitched noise and shot a hard, thin stream of cum that extended from his belly button to his left tit, and then he shot two rapid shorter streams, changing the squeal to a sound like, "Ahhhhhhhh" with each subsequent burst of spunk. His first big shot caused his sphincter ring to squeeze down on my boner tighter than ever and I blew my load up his ass thinking, 'soooooo good'. I got both of us a little messy after that with cum splashing around his buttocks and my shaved groin from the humping of his hole after our climaxes. I couldn't stop fucking that great ass until the dark red blotches in front of my eyes subsided and I could see clearly again. Then I have the thought, 'should we have used a condom?'. Well, Elliot's only been fucked that one time and I know I'm having sex with only safe partners, so no... no condom was necessary although it's a little late to be thinking about that now anyway, numbnuts! I kept all that to myself. Elliot was almost purring by the time I pulled out of his asshole. He mumbled, "Oh my God Dylan, that was so good. Can we do it again?" Climbing up on the bed myself, I said, "It was awesome, Elliot... after a bit we'll do a longer version, OK?" Elliot squirmed around and we got under my covers, both of us dragging cum along the way, mine leaking out of Elliot's ass and dripping off my cock, Elliot's cum smeared off his belly and chest as we rustled around under the sheets. I kinda liked the idea of sleeping tonight with cum dried on the sheets. Elliot didn't cuddle like I expected, instead he wanted to clarify something and quietly explained, "Dylan, you know about buddy sex, right?" I'm like, "Well, yeah... ah, what do you think buddy sex means?" He wanted to make a point that he and I were not going to be lovers... we were buddies having some fun with sex. I didn't mention that I wasn't even thinking about us being lovers and anyway, I know he's obviously just repeating what he'd heard from Jay, or maybe what Jay had instructed him to say. I got the message and it was just fine with me... the make-out foreplay was a go, but lovey/dovey stuff afterward was not. OK, I've already got two boyfriends, and even though I hardly ever see them, I actually don't need another one... this'll be perfect. Actually, it couldn't be better... I was psyched! We lay next to each other touching all down our side... in this single bed it was inevitable, but we didn't actively hug or anything like that. The quiet talk was mostly about Jay, specifically what could be done to "get Jay over his fear of the asshole", as Elliot so cleverly and concisely put it. Condoms had been tried already without success and showering together with emphasis on cleanliness in the anal area hadn't worked either. That made me wonder if Elliot was fucking Jay or if the ass phobia prohibited that too... he didn't say, so I didn't pry. With Elliot I never know what will embarrass him in a major way so I try keeping the conversation general unless he gets specific about something. Along those lines, he intrigued me with this comment, "You don't have a brother, do you?" I shook my head 'no' and he goes on quietly to say, "The reason I asked is because of my brother Ray hinted to me about this idea he'd gotten from his best friend that involved the four of us... him, me, his best friend, and his best friend's little brother doing some brother sex together. Ray's not gay, but he'll go along with stuff he thinks makes him one of the guys ." My ears perked-up at that, it's especially interesting to me because Ray Ellis is one of the reporters for the school newspaper that I'm senior editor for. That means I'm sorta Ray's boss as far as the paper goes. I asked, "What's he exactly mean by brother sex?" Elliot goes, "I don't know, I was hoping you knew". Shaking my head "no", Elliot continued, "Before I got a chance to find out what brother sex consist of, Ray dropped the whole thing and went back to ignoring me most of the time". Elliot explained that something happened with the best friend and his little brother. Maybe they got caught doing the mysterious brother sex. It seemed fairly obvious though, so I said, "Jeez, Elliot, would you let your brother fuck you? That's what it has to be." Elliot goes, "Yeah, that's what I thought and, yes... that'd be hot! having Ray fuck me." I'm thinking, 'Holy shit, this kid has a secret side to him'. For some dumb reason I find it hard to imagine Elliot liking sex as much as I do. The truth is, his brother Ray is hot in his own way and I don't blame Elliot for feeling like he does. Ray's taller and bigger than Elliot and they don't look like brothers at all, but they are actually brother from the same parents. Elliot got the cute looks, but while Ray's not nearly as good looking as Elliot, he's still got kind of a hot, sexy look. If he were gay, it'd be interesting alright. Well, the Ray situation may be worth pursuing but what interested me more at the moment is all the talking Elliot's been doing... it's very unusual for him and I asked him about that. He comes right out and tells me that he thinks getting fucked temporarily frees him from his shyness. It's getting so I'm thinking Elliot might have a playful side to him... you know ultra dry humor or something like that. Some of the comment he's made this afternoon have me wondering if he's serious or not, he says these things with a straight face, but they're so unlike what I expect from him. I scratched my head and asked, "You're not breaking my balls are you, Elliot?" and he says, "No, Dylan... why would you ask me that?" Hmmmm, that sounded like a put-on right there, but I dropped it. Fact is, I'd be happy for Elliot if he's coming out of his shy shell a little more and if I've helped him in any way I'd be proud of that too. A half hour later I fucked Elliot again. This time we did it for a nice long time with Elliot on his belly and me straddling his legs with that fabulous bubble butt of his pushed up off the bed and me slamming my hard cock up his ass until we both had orgasms that caused us to make embarrassing sounds, slightly shrill. It was better than the first fuck. Elliot's asshole was sore afterward though and when he left he was walking like I use to walk coming home from Carl's house after he'd fucked me two or three rough ones in an afternoon... that was a routine happening just about a year ago now, although it seems longer than that. Back then, like now, I always felt getting fucked was worth a sore asshole. Getting fucked hard feels awfully good and I sincerely hope Elliot's thinking that same thing. It was a bit strange though, not snuggling afterward, but I do agree with Elliot's rules. I'd be a fool not to. After the second fuck we talked some more and amazingly Elliot quietly returned to his more familiar shy ways by the time he was ready to leave. What the hell, maybe he was being totally straightforward with everything he'd told me, maybe I imagined that playful side... with Elliot, it's hard to tell. We didn't do one bit of homework of course, so he'll come back tomorrow after school, with Jay this time. We'll do homework and then have our first brainstorming session concerning Jay's phobia. Elliot and I won't be having any sex tomorrow as Jay would be too uncomfortable watching us. Elliot and me would be just as uncomfortable, for that matter. In fact, Elliot and I had no specific timetable for resuming our buddy sex, it was up to Elliot to bring it up... that's what I told myself and I hope I can stick to that. It was truly a great afternoon though and I was feeling very sexually satisfied for the moment... feeling incredibly lucky too, and I wasn't feeling the slightest bit of guilt either. Guilt as in cheating on Robby and Willie... this is different from cheating though... isn't it? I spent some more time thinking about that, but still couldn't make myself feel guilty. The other question I had for myself was, should I even mention this to Robby or Willie? Hmmmm? that's a good question and for a good answer I settled on... "NO!" For the moment I won't mention it and my rationalization is that it's a personal matter between three friends... me, Elliot, and Jay. Hell, it's almost a mental health thingie, ya know. Like I'm the psychologist or therapist. Those therapist/psychologist guys don't talk about their patients, it's against some code to do so. Not that I think of Elliot or Jay as my patient, but they have come to me to resolve their problems... what difference does it make if I call them a patient or gay sex buddies, it's all basically the same. Well yeah, the same except I'm not a therapist or psychologist and I barely know what I'm doing sexually myself never mind what the hell I'm gonna do to help Elliot or Jay... just do my best I guess. And hey, here's an idea... Google it, numbnuts! Start by Googling phobias. I'll lay some groundwork and the three of us can read it and analyze it together. Damn! that's a good plan. Feeling relieved that I had a plan for helping Jay and Elliot, and feeling really good overall due to that great afternoon of sex, I was full of energy. Chubby wouldn't be home from his window washing job for another two hours so I'll fix us a good dinner in the meantime. First a shower... but jeez, Elliot's smell is all over me and it's so nice I hate to wash it away. I better do just that though, Chubby can be pretty perceptive when it comes to me, he's going to pick-up on my wicked good mood so it's best I don't also smell like Elliot cause Chubby can add, he's good at math. After the shower I got dressed and checked the freezer. Oh boy, baby back ribs! I defrosted the whole rack in the microwave then cut it in half and browned both halves in a hot frying pan. Satisfied it was browned enough, I seasoned both sections with barbecue sauce and then set them aside. Next I poured a sixteen ounce can of dark B & B baked beans into a casserole, added a quarter cup of chopped onions and chopped green peppers, then a chopped hot cherry pepper and lastly, Karo syrup... sweet and spicy beans. Put the browned, but otherwise raw baby back ribs on top of the beans, covered and plopped the whole thing into a three-hundred-fifty degree oven for an hour and a half. The meat will be so sweet, tender, and juicy it'll fall off the bone. I got out a small jar of apple sauce for a side dish, cut us crisp wedges of iceberg lettuce which I'll put Russian dressing on just before we sit down. This is one of our favorite dinners, oh... some little French rolls too. Man, I'm hungry. I grabbed a coke and went outside to smoke. Sitting on the steps smoking, killing some time trying to blow smoke rings like Willie can do, without success. He's only been smoking for the last six months but has no problem blowing perfect smoke rings, two or three in a row no less, one right after the other. How the fuck does he do that? I give up on the smoke rings when I notice two boys walking past me down below on the sidewalk. Jesus, the cool way they're walking. Two Hispanic boys about fourteen or fifteen and both of them were smoking cigarettes too. I love that look when boys talk with smoke drifting out of their mouth like these two were doing. The exaggerated way they whip the cigarette up to their mouth to take a drag, then whip their hand away after they'd inhaled deeply and a second later blow the smoke out through their noses or, like I mentioned, talk with with smoke coming out with each word. They are definitely thinking they're cool dudes. They had those super-short haircuts where the barber outlines his own hairline in their dark brown hair with a razor, pointed sideburns and so forth... their flawless light tan skin tone, hot looking Latin boys. I tried to be cool and blow smoke out through my nose too, but my coughing caused the two boys to stop and look up at me with bad-boy expressions on their youthful faces. The boy near the street says, "Hey dickhead, what's your fucking problem? You got something you want to say to us, or what? Give us any shit, I'll smack that smirk off your face." I gave them a look, did two more little coughs to clear the rest of the smoke, then arrogantly replied, "Don't be a fucking asshole, kid! I wanta say something to you two maggots, I'll say it loud and fucking clear... As for smacking the smirk off my face ya better go ask your big brother to help... ". They looked at each other and then looked back at me, slightly startled. I'm skinny but pretty tall, and I've always had the good guns, which is to say biceps. Nice muscle definition although I've never worked out. These two were real cute, but obviously a couple of boys who considered themselves tough guys. Unfortunately for them, they're also kinda on the small size. Together they could probably kick my ass, but they'd surely take some hits along the way and who needs that. Their brains analyzed the situation, including major concern for my aggressive verbal come-back and posturing, and came to a logical conclusion... forget about it. Of course they couldn't lose face entirely so they both flashed me the finger and simultaneously said, "Fuck you, bolillo!" which I know means white boy. I smiled and waved, saying, "You boys run along back to your hood or you'll be late for supper". I watched them strut away, damn they're cool. Maybe I should have said, "How about a three-way, boys?" Ha ha, yeah, but didn't I just say I was sexually satisfied? Well, that was almost an hour ago by now. Back inside I spent some time Googling "phobias" and got some helpful hits. Hot shit!... this might just work... I'm a genius. Saving some of the better hits I wandered back to the kitchen smelling the pork and beans... yum. Looking out the window every now and then I finally see Ricky's SUV pull to the curb. Good, but then... OK, this always pisses me off. Chubby won't get out of the SUV for a few minutes. What the fuck does he need to say to Ricky sitting in the car outside our condos? He's been with Ricky all afternoon on the job, he surely had plenty of time to tell him anything he wanted to. Staring at that damn car until, sure enough, three minutes... three whole minutes before Chubby emerges from the passenger side wiping his mouth and picking his jeans at his rear end. Now I'm not dumb, I know there is no way in hell he's wiping his mouth from a kiss... I fucking know that positively, Chubby isn't kissing Ricky. And they didn't have enough time for a blow job, so what is the reason he's wiping his mouth? And Ricky surely couldn't have fucked Chubby in three minutes so that's not why he's picking his ass, but then why is he picking his ass? And why am I projecting my sexuality onto Chubby? I'm the boy who'd be getting out of the car after sucking someone's cock, or after getting fucked by Willie, or something... not Chubby. My perverted mind is projecting stuff onto my best friend and I hate that I'm doing that. But now what the fuck...? Chubby just walked right by my condo's front door. He came up the steps from the sidewalk, then went right by and upstairs to his condo. I'm not gonna call him... this is outrageous! And, after I cooked one of his favorite dinner too. Fuck! I'm steaming mad until five minutes later I hear him stomping down the stairs to my condo. Well, maybe there isn't any need for me to act pissed-off after all. Chubby didn't do anything wrong as far as I know, and it's not just his favorite dinner it's one of my favorite dinners too. Chubby comes flying in my front door wearing a fresh T shirt and nylon sweatpants, he yells, "My favorite homeboy in the world!", energy crackling all around him. He looked so cool, I hugged his neck saying, "Wha'd you say your name was?" the top of his head was level with my nose. He smelled just like Chubby's suppose to smell... so good. I rubbed my cheek on his silky buzzed cut hair. It's been almost two weeks since his last haircut and the hairs were soft at the tips. Chubby goes, "OK Dylan, I know you just got home from the hospital yesterday and all that, but for God sakes don't get fucking carried away here. We're still average, straight, teenage boys struggling with the weight of adolescence, and we're not a couple of homos... so let me go, OK?". He was pulling himself away from me as he said that, but I pulled him back into my hug and said, "Carried away? You mean like this?" and I kissed his forehead until he wrestled free. He was half laughing and half acting pissed-off saying, "You're always doing that gay shit, it's bad enough when it's just you and me, but you've started to do it in front of other fucking people. Dude, ya can't do that or people will get the wrong idea". I let go and kind of pushed him away, "I missed you, OK? I was in a fucking coma for ten days, Chubby... I missed you." I can pout with the best of them. Chubby made an aggravated expression, then softened up and grabbed me in a hug this time, saying, "I'm sorry, Dylan... you're right. Go ahead, kiss me... I can take it." I did kiss him too, right on his cheek... and I kept at it until he got pissed-off again and we ended up wrestling, winding-up on the couch in the living room. Our wrestling matches always end-up with us hugging more than anything else... this time was no different. Our sweaty faces side by side Chubby mumbles, "What smells so good?" and I replied, "It's me, thanks for noticing" and he says, "No, it's pork and beans" and I said, "Barbecued baby back ribs and beans" and Chubby goes, "Yum! Dude, you rock" and we let each other go and got up off the couch. I had a boner, amazing since I'd just fucked Elliot twice about two hours or so ago. Oh well, I am eighteen. Chubby went into the bathroom to jerk off because he was so aroused from wrestling with me... actually, he went in to take a leak, I was projecting my fantasies on him again. I'm in a goofy mood, what a day! Together Chubby and me got the dinner on the table and what a great dinner it was. Iced tea was our beverage and factoids provided the conversation. Many factoids, but ten minutes after dinner I could only remember two... one, "It takes food seven full seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach" and two, "If saliva can't dissolve something, you won't taste whatever that something is." I groaned at all the right times... Chubby's eyes shined, he was happy we were eating together again. After dinner we did homework. Chubby did current homework and I did some of the make-up work Elliot had left here. After that we watched a Red Sox Spring Training game from Fort Myers, Florida... we watched it sitting together in the recliner the way we always watch television. By the seventh inning there wasn't a single player in the game we recognized, all minor leaguers, so we went to bed. Chubby slept with me again after first telling me that Friday night, tomorrow night, was his last sleep over, "So, Dylan... ya better get well quick". Only half jokingly, he added, "You had a bad experience and I've supported you in many invaluable ways, like sleeping with you in this tiny bed, but enough is enough, dude! I'm all about tough love starting Saturday!" I said, "Can we kiss goodnight?" and he did a long exasperated exhale and said, "Absolutely not, what'd I just say a couple hours ago about that?" I got him in a headlock and managed to do a sliding kiss on his forehead with him calling me, "such a dick". Without much choice, we slept close together. Major stimulations like having Chubby against my body and me thinking about the dried cum on the sheets as well as the two fucks with Elliot, the ones that caused the cum... well, I had a helluva time getting to sleep. I did have a nice boner keeping me company though. When I woke up the next morning Chubby had already left for school. I pulled the pillow he'd slept on over to me and buried my face in it... Chubby's clean hair smell... hmmm, nice. It was Friday and I had all day to do nothing but lay around waiting for Jay and Elliot to come over after school. Chubby of course goes to work after school. Wish I knew what else is going on after school with those window washer boys... there I go again with my paranoia about anything involving Ricky. I gotta get a grip... I screwed around on my computer rechecking phobias for Jay, then gave some attention to make-up work for school. The day dragged by but eventually I heard a light knock on the front door and knew it would be Elliot. I'd purposely stayed in the living room until he got here for fear I wouldn't hear his tap of a knock. Surprisingly, Elliot was alone... he and I were awkward with each other initially which is weird considering we had sex together yesterday. We tried doing a half-assed one arm hug which got messed-up, then I went to give him a kiss as he was moving his head away, then he moved his head back towards me too quickly and his nose almost ended up in my mouth and I wetly kissed the end of it which further added to the awkwardness. We both started to say something at the same time, then both stopped and I yelled, "Enough!... Go outside Elliot, and knock again." He grinned and did just that. I opened the door and went, "Elliot! Great to see you... here, give us a kiss" and we did a very quick kiss on the lips and pat on each other's back. Elliot said, "that was better" but he was still blushing a bright rosy color. He told me Jay would be over later, that he'd left school early today for a doctor's appointment. Elliot and I got busy with the catch-up school work and completed two entire Science assignments before Jay showed-up, he'd been at the dentist, ugh! No problem with his teeth now though. I got right to it... went directly to the websites I'd found about phobias. Jay's phobia is a fear of anything anal which is called rectophobia or protophobia. It poses little or no danger except if one wants to be able to please his gay sex partner, which by the way, isn't discussed on any of the websites. What was discussed in all of them was what to do if one wants to get over a phobia, almost any phobia. The recommended approach is desensitization through exposure... in this case, exposure to someone's ass or even your own ass. But, preferably Elliot's ass. The therapy is to gradually experience exposure of what frightens the person with the phobia, that would be Jay's fear of Elliot's ass. There are breathing exercises for relaxation to help reduce anxiety and other ancillary procedures, but most of all it's imperative one continues gradually exposing one's self to their fear until it begins to fade, and it will fade. Jay and Elliot stared at my computer screen with their mouths hanging open, speechless. They finally looked at each other shaking their heads. Jay, using a doofus voice, said, "What is this mysterious apparatus you have here, Dylan? This machine that has so much information available for free." Elliot quietly murmured, "I can't believe we didn't think of Googling this problem. Thank you Dylan... gad, we're dumb. Right Jay?" Mimicking the doofus voice, I say to Jay, "This is called a computer and it's hooked up to something called the World Wide Web... AKA, the Internet." Jay says, "Wait, you're going too fast." He was laughing now, but serious about how stupid he felt for not thinking of this obvious approach to a solution. All along the boys thought if they pushed it, if Jay forced himself to do things with Elliot's ass, it would make everything worse instead of better. For a number of reasons, such as... the three of us being openly gay with each other and working to help one another, and me having fucked Elliot with Jay, Elliot's boyfriend, knowing that and in agreement with that, and all of us here together, friendly and relaxed... it was a wonderful feeling for me... a new, but wonderful feeling of belonging. We read from other sites and the boys planned their strategy... a strategy that seemed a slow, drawn-out process to me, but Jay was really hung up on the rectum so they were going to begin with Jay first getting use to touching his own ass. Sarcastically, I said, "Excellent plan guys... you'll be moving toward togetherness at approximately the speed of a glacier, you boys should be screwing each other before you're collecting Social Security, or soon afterward." We were in good moods because, even if it took a while to see results, the boys were heading in the right direction at last. I was relieved at least as much as any of the three of us... you know, because at first I didn't have a clue what to do about helping and now it was so cool to be part of the answer. Love that Internet! The three of us generally goofed around together in generally a non-sexual way for another hour until Jay had to leave. Jay's main interest, after sex with Elliot, was haircutting and hair care in general. His mother was a hair stylist and after graduation Jay is going to school to be a professional hair stylist himself. For now he cut, colored, straightened, or permed girls and boys hair for free... practice you know. He was very good too and two clients were meeting him at his house in a few minutes, so off he ran. I regularly cut the Dickers brothers hair, and I'm pretty good at it too... mostly because Chubby and I have been giving each other haircuts for years... well, I used to cut Chubby's hair but now Ricky's in charge of that. Don't get me started. Elliot and I finished my last make-up homework assignment, we shared a nice kiss on the lips, and he left for his house with me disappointed he hadn't mentioned me fucking him before he left... you know, just a quickie. After I watched Elliot disappear dow the steps I savored the taste of his kiss wondering when he'd want me to fuck him again... soon, I hope. Friday nights usually means I'll see Robby, but not this Friday. I thought about a jerk-off but then spotted Chubby coming down the sidewalk. He's coming from his part time job, it's around six o'clock as usual, but no Ricky SUV tonight... good. We shared a pizza for dinner and then went to the Loop where we hooked up with a group of boys and girls from school. Later we'd all go to the movies. I'd prefer just Chubby and me hanging together but he's a fucking social butterfly, especially around the girls, making them laugh at his corny factoids and jokes. To avoid the giggling girls I mostly hung out with Gene Bowman who might or might not be gay. He's a bit on the heavy side and has bad skin so not the greatest viewing buddy for the evening. Unfortunately it was a case of hanging with Gene or being Chubby's shadow and he doesn't like it when I do that. What pisses me off is this situation where I've got two boyfriends and neither of them is around on a Friday night... now that really sucks! I'll see Willie next Saturday and I'll see Robby Monday at school. The Dickers are away for a weekend in New York which the boys didn't want to be part of but had no choice in the matter. During dinner Chubby had filled me in that Mr and Mrs Dickers were surprised that Robby was balking at going, he'd never indicated in the past he didn't want to participate in a family trip. Of course, neither Chubby nor Robby's parents realize that this is the first year Robby's had a boyfriend which I'm sure is one of the big reasons he didn't want to go away for the weekend... that, plus he's a senior in high school for Christ sakes. Family trips are for little kids. You add in the fact that Dodger has never wanted to go on family trips and it's probably not a real happy group of campers in New York, not that that helps my situation at all. The movie turned-out to be good though, and "good food fast" at Wendy's after the movie was excellent, so was my sleep-over with Chubby so all in all, not too bad. Sadly it's my last night with Chubby and me sharing my little twin bed... hey, maybe I'll go into another coma. Saturday morning Chubby was off to work and I was off to the hospital with my Mom for my check-up and found out I'm fine. "Feel free to do it all, Dylan". That's what the doctor said, if he only knew what doing it all meant to me. Ha! Saturday nights are Chubby's window-washer boys night-out. On the weekends when Willie's home from Prep school we go out on a date... oh I wish it was this weekend! Not to be though, so I stayed home alone and watched two movies on DVDs. Then, all day Sunday Chubby and me hung out together, just the two of us, exactly the way I like it. We didn't do anything except goof around, but it was still an awesome day. Early Monday Chubby drove us to school in our Jeep, me riding shotgun. Funny, as Chubby was pulling up the driveway to the school I got that little nervous feeling in my stomach... the one I get when I'm doing something for the first time. I say it's funny, meaning odd, because going to high school certainly isn't anything new to me. I guess the new part is that I've been out of school for over two weeks now, my previous longest consecutive missed time was three days. Anyway, for whatever reason, I have this uncomfortable feeling of apprehension. Nervously I lit a cigarette and Chubby immediately says, "Dylaaaaaan! Not in our car" I go, "Oh yeah, I forgot, Chub" and I hurriedly flicked the cigarette out the window only to have it hit the top of the window frame, bounce back onto the dashboard and then carom onto Chubby's lap. He screeched the car to a stop halfway up the grass border of the driveway while frantically brushing the front of his pants and cursing, "God dammit Dylan, you can be such a dick sometimes!' No damage but I felt like a dork, my first day back at school wasn't getting off to a good start. Chubby got it together, parked the car, and while we're walking across the parking lot he squeezed my hand mumbling, "Sorry I yelled at ya, Dylan..." I smiled and said, "I'm a wingnut when it comes to flicking butts, dude. I'm the one who's sorry". Before Chubby could say anything else one of his school friends shouted over, "Yo Jeffrey, word up, dude?" Chubby bumped fists with the kid and goes, "Not much, what's going on with you, Tank?" The three of us went behind the football field refreshment stand to sneak a cigarette which is obviously a no-no on school property. Tank and Chubby were bitching about a test they had today in Chemistry class as I quietly gawked at our high school trying to figure out why I was nervous and apprehensive. I'm thinking, "Christ, that's a big building, the high school". I'd heard someone say it was built in the nineteen seventies, mostly brick and huge windows. Inside, the corridors are granite, lockers lined-up against the walls. Right inside the front doors are the administration offices for the Principal and the three Vice Principals and for all the other adults who do whatever it is they do. If you're walking anywhere near the cafeteria the corridors will smell like soup, walking anywhere near the gymnasium and the corridors smell like a musty, stale locker room. The drinking fountains don't work, but the toilets in the boys room never stop running. Quite a place to wile away your youth. High School is a place where the stress of growing-up and fitting-in combine with the need to get good grades while doing what you're told and it all creates a severe test for even the strongest minded of us kids. Most of the time spent here isn't about learning, but about socializing, getting away with stuff, and trying to make friends... friends who aren't complete douche bags. High School is all about pop quizzes, large outdated text books, sadistic teachers, long boring classes, drugs, peer pressure, bullies, homework, lockers, and not enough time to get from one class to the next. Framingham High School, the one we all go to, is an urban suburban high school located about twenty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts. It has over twenty-one hundred students of diverse backgrounds and ethnicity. Nine percent African American, five percent Asian, sixteen percent Hispanic, and sixty-eight percent white... other small ethnic groups make-up the other two percent. Towns bordering Framingham are populated with more affluent residence and have high schools with about one third the number of students Framingham High has... the student body in those schools is about ninety-eight percent white. Me personally, I like looking at the Hispanic boys just fine. I've been in only two fights with those guys in four years, which is a good record considering they do not like being dissed and have been known to be a tiny bit thinned-skinned around us white boys. Breaking into my daydreaming, Tank says to me, "Newman, sup with the hair, Dude? Ya going emo on us?" I go, "Ya shitting me, Tank. My hair is fly, this is retro man, nineteen seventies, very cool." We started walking toward the steps leading to the front door when Chubby goes, "There's Ron Miller, he looks trashed at quarter of eight in the morning." I asked, "How can anybody be drunk in the morning?" and Tank goes, "He's phat-phree, that's for sure". Chubby mumbles, "Fuck Miller, did you see Rita Wright saunter by over there? Looking way hot this morning!". I go, "Chubby, she's a hootchie, ya know" and he's like, "I know that, dude... she's a whore, but she looks hot, don't ya think". As we walked through the front door Ray Ellis bumps into me and goes, "Yo, Dylan... sorry dude. See ya after school? You going down to the paper, right? I finally got that story for ya... the one about High School being a social and cultural experience... ya know, and how it needs to refocus as an academic experience." Tank says, "What the fuck are you talking about, man?" Thinking about what Elliot told me about Ray, I yell over the cacophony in the hallway, "Ignore him Ray, I'll see ya later, dude. By the way, that sounds like something you copied right off the internet" and he yells back, "Well, yeah... where else. See ya later". Tank, Chubby, and I split-up heading for our lockers which were at different locations in the building. High School is crowded. That's something you always notice, it's very, very crowded in the halls. So many kids and all of them wearing back packs which take-up a lot of space... twenty-one hundred backpacks, give me a break. It's also very noisy and rushed... everyone is always rushing somewhere and the decimal level gets up there pretty high, lots and lots of yelling. For the most part I feel secure in here though... you know, with the security men walking the halls and the metal detectors and all that. Of course a fellow student with a hair up his ass could do a Columbine on you, but the chance of that happening is about the same chance you got of winning the lottery... well, maybe not winning the lottery, but it is a long shot for sure. Whatever the odds, us kids watch out for nut-jobs, loners, gun freaks, and so forth. Walking to my locker I pass kids I know and we bump fist saying, "word up?" or "sup" or "how they hanging" or simply, "dude!". The first semester of my freshman year here was a bitch, so intimidating, but as a senior, no problems. After spending four years with the same five hundred or so kids I've made friends, but to be honest, mostly they're more like acquaintances than real friends. Guys to say "hi" to and to share mutual experiences with... bitching about the teachers and the boredom and such. There are distinct groups in high school, other than the various ethnic groups I mean. There are nerds, cools, goths, punks, jocks, preppies and combinations, or half breeds. Then there are sub groups... the most noticeable are the wiggers who are white kids pretending to be black. They're big into rap music, dressing and using the slang of blacks, it gets my eyes rolling like "what the fuck is that all about?". Walking down the crowed hallway I hear the sounds of the nameless teenagers yelling to each other... "whachoo gonna do about it, ugly?"... "That Charlyne is such a prep. God, I can't stand those preppy little fuckers!".. "Those goddamn goths are scary with all that body piercing and black shit"... "I'm such a punk"... "Abercrombie & Fitch is so fucked!" ... "Let's get wasted after school today, man" "Fuck yeah!" All the chatter in loud voices. I see a jock push a nerd into his own locker and try closing the door as his friends egg him on. The nerds going, "Ow, whatcha doing that for?" and somebody, probably another nerd, anonymously yells out, "Why don'tcha leave him alone, assface!" Finally I'm at my locker and then I'm into the relative quiet of my homeroom where, two minutes later, the bell sounds... it's seven fifty-five in the morning and another day at Framingham High begins." Still in a bit of a fog, I'm looking around for Robby Dickers who sits in front of me. Don't tell me he isn't coming to class today. I've missed that boy big time, it's been over two weeks since the accident and that was the last time I laid eyes on him. Then a hand on the back of my neck and a one arm hug from behind. I know it's Robby so I quickly turn around and get my arm around his neck saying, "Dude, I missed ya so much" and we hugged quickly right in the middle of the room. Mrs Fletcher says, "OK guys, the bell rang, take your seats, please." The noise calmed down some in the room and she says, "I'll take the attendance, but first lets welcome Dylan Newman back... I'm so glad your going to be OK, Dylan.". I'd already said "hi" to many of the kids on my way here through the corridors, but a general hubbub followed with guys saying crazy stuff like "I thought you died in that accident, Newman" or "What'd ya want to come back here for, dude" but mostly nice stuff and the girls said things like "welcome back Dylan, missed ya" and a couple girls snuck in "I missed that cute ass of yours" and lewd stuff like that. Some of the girls have a mouth on them worse than the guys, but frankly I was pleasantly surprise at the positives comments from most of them. I'm not usually real comfortable around girls. All in all, the welcome made me feel good. After attendance was taken, the bell rang for class so Robbie and I had to go our separate ways, both of us saying we'd see each other at lunch. We don't have any classes together this semester, just homeroom. It was wonderful seeing his face, seeing all of him actually. When we hugged I sprang a semi-boner, that quick hug had me boning up. Dang! He turns me on so much I can't wait for us to get naked together. I can't wait although I don't know when exactly that'll be. It better be soon, that's all I know. The morning went by OK and I was feeling less and less apprehensive with each class. I turned-in the back assignments and after getting a nice greeting from each teacher, went back to being just another student. Everything was as it was before my accident, and why wouldn't it be. That's what I told myself. I got stuck in the corridors answering questions about my coma from friends and acquaintances so was a little late for each class, but the teachers overlooked it for today. Tomorrow it won't be overlooked, I know it and the teachers know it. Between second and third period Dodger captured me wrapping his arms around my waist from behind trying to pick me up off the floor. He's a strong little fucker, but he hadn't gotten a good hold so he failed to get me off my feet. Instead, he let go of me and goosed my ass and then reached under, between my legs, and massaged my dick and one of my nuts... it happened so fast no one in the crowded corridor even commented. I'd gotten myself turned around then so Dodger and I did a tight hug with him acting serious for once, saying, "I was so worried about you, Dylan. Your head made a dull clunking sound bouncing off the curb, I had nightmares about it." Ya know, I was touched by Dodger's sincerity, he's usually such a smart-ass. Initially he'd done the goosing I guess because he just can't help himself, he's very sexually orientated which I find attractive, by the way. I had to force myself to let-up on the hug, he's so good looking, so cute it can shock you if you're taken by surprise with all of it... his brother Robby, same thing. Plus Dodger's body is like a steel spring, so fit, so tight... very hot to hug. He's wicked athletic, primarily a swimmer, but good at all sports. The shame of it is he's apparently stopped growing... stopping too soon, I mean. His brother Robby is my size, but it's beginning to look like Dodger is done at five-foot-seven and he hates that, oh boy does he ever. The sides of our faces rubbed together as we pulled apart and the feel, the scent, the look of him was electric to me. I hadn't seen him for over two weeks now and, as I said, wasn't use to his extraordinary good looks. I mumbled, "Thanks Dodger, love ya dude!" He squeezed my cheeks together with the thumb and index finger of his right hand and said, "You're so cute, missed ya like mad, Dylan" one of the anonymous faces passing by yelled out "Fag alert!" but no one paid any mind. I felt wetness from one of Dodger's fingers and knew it most likely was from him biting the fingernail of that finger... he's a serious nail biter. The corridor was really thinning-out now, seconds away from the bell, Dodger says, "I gotta run upstairs, Dylan... see ya, dude!". He walked backwards a few steps heading for the staircase, I wiggled my fingers in a dumb goodbye wave and Dodger yells, "I still need that haircut" which made me notice that Dodger's hair was longer than I've ever seen it, still only about an inch, but that's long considering he always has a buzz-cut. I yelled, "Not this afternoon, tomorrow... OK, Dodger?" From halfway up the steps, he goes, "Tomorrow for sure, ya hot shit!" and he was out of sight. The bell rang and I was late again. My third class is the one Elliot and I have together. My last class of the day is Language Arts which Chubby and I are in together so those two classes, the third and the last, are my favorite classes. Chubby and I have a half hour study hall after lunch together which is nice too. I was late for class but the teacher, an older man, Mr Cromell, just frowned and said, "Glad you made it back with us, Newman. You OK?" I nodded and mumbled, "Sorry I'm late" and then sat down in my desk right behind Elliot and immediately got a boner thinking about me fucking that fabulous ass of his last Thursday, fucking it twice actually. As for Elliot, he'd given me a shy smile as I passed by his desk and then blushed, so he'd probably thought about us fucking too. I stared at the back of his head... his skinny neck, his pretty light red hair, his slumping shoulders, his ears that stick out slightly... damn, I want to jerk off so badly. Or, better yet, fuck Elliot again. I thought about my horniness for awhile and then snapped out of it to take notes from Mr Cromell's lecture. After class Elliot and I did a one arm hug and pat on the back, then began making our way though the throng of teenagers to the cafeteria for our lunch break. As we progressed down the corridor I had my arm around his shoulder and my head next to his asking about any progress with Jay's phobia. Elliot said it was too soon and then, just because I liked having my face close to the side of Elliot's, I kept it there whispering, "Whenever do you think ya might want to... ya know, you and me again...ah, I'm there for ya Elliot. It was a pretty good time... buddy-wise, I mean. Huh, Elliot?" He turned his head toward mine and my nose rubbed across the side of his face, that kid smells so fucking good, he says... "Dylan, we just did that a couple days ago. I went two years in between that one and the one before it, ya know." We were at the cafeteria so I took my arm off his shoulder smirking at him like... who you kidding? It ain't gonna be no two years this time around... and in a normal voice said, "What ya gonna have for lunch?" Elliot and me have the first senior's lunch schedule, we always eat with Chubby and Robby who have the first also. Jay has the second senior lunch schedule and Dodger's a sophomore, they eat earlier. The freshman eat lunch around ten thirty in the morning if you can believe that. It's because the school day begins before eight a.m. and we're out at two p.m. so it ain't easy squeezing twenty-one hundred kids through one cafeteria. This high school was built to accommodate about half the current student population, such is the way of poor communities like ours. Following Elliot into the soup-smelling cafeteria I see that Robby is already at our regular table eating a cheeseburger. His third period class is two doors away from the cafeteria so he gets here fast. Chubby is in line ahead of us, we all look around until we've made eye contact checking that everyone is where they should be. Now, what to eat... everyday there's a choice of sandwich wraps, salad and soups... or you can get the lunch special of the day that always includes a salad and canned fruit. The rest of the lunch special varies from day to day... American chop suey, Pizza, Fish sticks, cheeseburgers, roast chicken etc. I stick with the wraps, usually ham and cheese or turkey... also chips, and a Snapple. Elliot always gets the lunch special and so to my question of "What ya gonna have for lunch" he says, "I'll probably get the special" which makes me smile to myself and think about saying 'no shit Elliot, ya get it every day. I was kidding with that question!". He's so sincere though I don't say that, instead I say, "The lunch special huh, yeah... that'll be good". Come to think about it, we all get pretty much the same lunch every day. Carrying our tray of food to the table and exchanging friendly insults with a few kids along the way, we sit in the same seat we sit in every lunch period, mumble "'sup?" as we sit. Then, everyone but Elliot eats and talks at the same time... Elliot eats and listens. Most of the talking is rag-time bull shit trying to insult each other and god forbid if you've got a piece of lettuce on your tooth or you sneeze at the table or you left your fly open or anything that the other guys can blow-up into a major ball-breaker. If we're not breaking each other's balls we're bitching about a teacher or an asshole student... bitching about something. After eating we sneak out behind the refreshment stand down near the football field and smoke... Elliot comes with us but he doesn't smoke. At school Robby is quiet and kind of shy most of the time, the exceptions being when he's with the baseball team or with us guys at lunch. During those times he's as confident and outgoing as most, especially on the baseball diamond. Elliot is shy all the time at school, less shy with us guys, but not a lot less. I love to stare at the boys smoking... so cool the way the smoke drifts out of their noses or is forcefully exhaled after a deep drag. Robby and I like to blow smoke in each other's face, but only when we're alone... it's too obviously sexy to do it in front of others. After our smoke we're heading back to classes when Robby grabs my arm to hold me back a little so he can whisper, "Dylan, meet me at the equipment room right after last class... we'll sneak a kiss, OK?" I'm like, "I got to be at the school paper after school, but I'll meet you for a quick make-out like we used to do last summer before work." Robby smiled, nodded his head and mumbled, "I'm so hot for ya, dude" as he began jogging away. His first class after lunch is on the other side of the building so he's gotta run to beat the bell. Chubby was waiting for me at the side door so we could walk to study hall together. "You got a ride home after school, Dylan?" I told him I did, Chubby of course goes directly to the window washing job after school. Every other day I have the car after school and Chubby gets a ride with Ricky, but when he does it means he needs to wait around until Ricky's done brown-nosing the teachers. It's Chubby preference to get off school property as quickly as possible because he's got a problem with adult authority figures and around a high school there are a helluva lot of that particular specie. I was getting a ride home later from Jay who's staying after school to practice the high school drama company's Spring Musical presentation of The Sound Of Music. I can't remember what part Jay has, probably one of the leads. After school today Elliot has marching band practice and then he'll get a ride home with Jay as well. Lots of things need to be thought out ahead of time in high school because all of it... homework, studying for test, getting places on time, the many school related activities, part-time jobs, detention halls and the like... all require planning. Have contingency plans too, like rides home... Sometimes Jay, sometimes Chubby, sometimes I drive, and Robby will sometimes drive me when all else fails even though it's out of his way... and there's always walking like Chubby and I did the first three years of high school. There's various aspects of each contingency that one needs to keep in mind as well... for example, a ride with Robby always means some grab-assing from Dodger and it's important it doesn't go too far or Robby might start wondering what's up between Dodger and me. Dodger's grab-ass fun is cool by me to a degree, but it does have a negative side. That is to say, the brothers almost always drive together so while the grab-ass with Dodger is cool, Dodger's being in the car makes it impossible for Robby and me to sneak in some sexy play ourselves. As I've said, not too much slows down that damn Dodger though, he's incorrigible, he's also wicked sexy and fun too. Thinking about all that made me remember the dream I had in my coma, the one where Robby, Dodger, and me had a sexy three-way... lots of cum flying around in that dream, awesome memory. Inside the school's side doors, still in a daze thinking about my coma-induced dream, I bumped into Alex cora, Elliot's friend, who says, "great to see you back at school, Dylan. How ya feeling, man?" As he's moving away with the crowd, I say, "Jeez, Alex, Hi! I'm fine, dude... thanks for asking. You working a Stop & Shop later?" Heading for the stairs he yells back, "No, tomorrow... you're on tomorrow too... four till seven." and he was out of sight. Ya gotta keep moving or you'll get run over by the hordes of kids. Alex is a tall thin kid who can be a bit of a wiseguy if ya let him, but he's got a cute way about him too. I can find something cute about almost every boy I meet and damn!, some of those straight boys can be so cute in more ways than just one. Funny thing is, most of them haven't a clue that they're sexy and cute and hot. They haven't a clue what they're missing by passing up a bit of gay sex either... too bad boys! Jeez, here's another crazy thought... I bet Alex has a long dick like Willie's. You know, because everything else on Alex is longish just like on Willie. When you think a kid has no redeeming features, appearance-wise... check him out again. You probably missed his eyes, or his especially nice hair, or you didn't see his boyish grin, or his taut body... or something, because the only exception to my general rule that there's something worth ogling in every boy you see, and I mean every boy of any ethnicity, is fat boys ... they're the exception, they don't cut it in my world. Oh man, so many boys to look at in high school, I'll sure miss that after graduation. Ahh, so nice thinking about boys. Chubby and I have this short study hall every day after lunch and then the last class of the day together... language arts. We're headed for that study hall now, Chubby looks back to see me daydreaming and goes, "Are you in another daze, Dylan? Come on, Dude... we don't want to get detention for being late". I snapped out of it and caught up with Chubby. We made it to study hall and were in our seats before the bell. Immediately this girl, Rita Hayden, comes up and stands in front of Chubby's desk to say, "Jeffrey, sup?" and Chubby looks at her with a slightly annoyed expression, then says, "Yo, girl. Are you aware your body is using three hundred muscles to balance you while you're standing there?" She goes, Huh?" and Chubby says, "Yeah, that's right... and you as a female have a heart that beats faster then male's. Did ya know any of this shit?" Rita frowns, wrinkling her bulbous nose as Chubby points at her feet and, with his eyes open wide as if astounded by his own factoid, says "There are about a trillion bacteria on each of your dainty feet". She looks down at her size nine sneakers, then looks back at Chubby. He says, "And that's what's sup, Rita". The bell rings and she says, "you're so fucking funny, Jeff! Hey, is all that stuff really true?" He nods his head that it is and in a bored voice the study-hall monitor says, "take your seats, students". When Rita walks back to her seat Chubby says to me, "I can't stand her, you see the size of her feet?" I shake my head slightly as dweeb Arthur Sirenous, from one desk over says, "Are there really a trillion bacteria on her feet, Jeffrey?" Chubby looks at Arthur's feet and says, "Yours too, dude. I'll bet your feet smell bad too, you got those heavy socks on. Do you have foot odor?" Arthur looks at Chubby and says, "Yeah, bad foot odor... how'd ya know?" Chubby points at him with his index finger and whispers, "Bacteria can have an offensive odor and you look like a candidate for lots of bacteria" and Arthur's eyes get big as he mouths, "Fuck you Jeffrey" but he's smirking. Chubby goes, "No, I really mean it, Artie" and then he turns to me chuckling as he says, "Bet Arthur could use a nice foot massage, huh?" I can't think of a snappy retort, but manage to smile at Chubby. Actually I'll bet he'd like to smell those big feet of Arthur's... Chubby and his foot fetish, sheech! He'd turned around and is busily doing his Literature homework for next class... he almost always does that class' homework in study hall. Mine was done last night so I'm free to use this study hall to go back to daydreaming about boys. Chubby sits right in front of me which I love because, while daydreaming, I can also stare openly at the back of his head or the side of his face... you know, depending on how he's sitting in his seat. He has the most perfectly shaped head of anyone I've ever seen. While walking to study hall earlier we'd talked about what to have for dinner tonight, which I'll fix. Other nights, like when I work at Stop & Shop, Chubby gets home first and he fixes our dinner. Any time spent with Chubby is a fun time for me. It's the most fun for me when it's just the two of us doing something, but so many times someone like that skank Rita will steal my time with Chubby, he's popular with the girls. Girls sense something in me I guess because they're usually uneasy around me... I'm friendly on the outside but don't really care for most girls, especially ones who try to act like boys. Rita saying the f-bomb is a good example of that. I have my Lit book open pretending to study something but I'm actually thinking about me fucking Elliot... in my fantasy I've switched Chubby for Elliot. Got a great hard boner for my trouble too... great fantasy, me fucking Chubby. I'd love to fuck Chubby, but I'd rather have Chubby fuck me and fuck me hard and rough. Oh boy, he could do it too. My hand in my pocket and damn, this boner of mine feels good. The half hour study hall flies by and at the bell, with my hand still in my pocket keeping my boner over to the side Chubby and I fight our way through the corridors to our Language Arts class yelling "Yo, dude!" or "Yo, sup?" or "Mark, you rock dude!" and so forth to guys we pass along the way. Inside the classroom Chubby squeezes my free hand and says, "You're kinda quiet today, Dylan... you OK?" I go, "Yeah, sure... first day back and all... it's a long haul for the first day, that's all". Chubby goes, "No shit, long haul every day, but hang in there... last class, dude." It was nice he showed concern for me. Soon as the class began I started daydreaming about him and me again. What I'd really like is for me and Chubby to be stranded on a nice tropical island, just us. In my fantasy we'd both be real gay and even though we're on an island we'd still have all the modern conveniences of home like TV and computer access, plus tons of our favorite food and... what else? Hmmmm?" I fantasized about that until I got called-on in class and I'm like, "Huh? What's that....?" Mrs Penderfrass says, "Didn't mean to wake you Mr Newman, just saying welcome back, that's all". Jesus my face was red and hot as I mumbled, "thank you. I was... that is..." but my voice just trailed away. A few kids said "welcome back, Dylan..." and the last class of my first day back moved slowly onward. Today's class went even more slowly than normal, probably because I was anxious to meet with Robby after class. We still haven't talked about the accident and I'll bet, due to the short time we can be together this afternoon, we aren't going to talk about it today either. I'm thinking make-out! and not about discussing the accident. It's been awhile since we've been together, I can't wait to taste that boy's pink tongue. It's finally comes to an end, the last class of the day... the sound of the bell has me groping myself just thinking about Robby Dickers. Chubby waved goodbye to me as he's running out the door trying to get to our car fast and beat the traffic jam that quickly forms getting out of the parking lot. I began running for the athletic department's equipment room to meet Robby. It's a struggle running because everyone is heading up corridor to get out and I'm heading the wrong way to get deeper into the building. There were a few "fuck you" comments exchanged and a couple of shoves and threats, but nothing serious. Once I turned the corner it was relatively quiet. Robby's a co-captain of the baseball team so he has a key to the equipment room. Approaching the room I see the door is already ajar so I slip in as casually as if I belonged in here, which I don't. Inside, Robby right-away pushes the door shut and in a raspy voice says, "Oh, you made it, good" and he just stands there... I say, "Yeah, but that ass-wipe Walt Snyder almost took my fucking head off when I bumped into him at his locker, but.... ya know..." and I just stood there too. Fuck! It's awkward because we haven't been alone together in three weeks. At lunch I'd noticed that Robby's flattop was real long and kind of shaggy, but he still looked cool. There wasn't any real light in the room except light from the small lavatory in the back so I said, "Let's go in there and lock the door... just in case". Robby's like, "OK", breathless. We go in and Robby pushes the button on the door. It's a small room so this is better, we have to be close cause we don't have a choice. I mumbled, "Missed ya, dude and... ya know." Robby was into his shy act, frowning, looking down. I go, "Hey, I saw Dodger earlier and he wants to come over for a haircut after school tomorrow, how bout you?" Robby nodded his head, ran his fingers through longish blond hair on top of his head and mumbles, "Sure..." Thinking that there wasn't much air in this little lavatory, I quietly said, "I need to be at work by four tomorrow, so come over right after school, OK?" Robby's face was flush as he nodded his head "yes" leaning toward me, saying something that I didn't hear. Instead of asking him to say it again, I got his face between my hands, our lips coming together... kissing gently and breathing huffs of breath into each others face. Then he put his arms loosely around my neck and I got a handful of his ass in both my hands and our tongues began a slow dance with each other. Robby has recently been chewing peppermint gum which is nice, but I prefer his regular saliva taste. The mint taste will be licked away soon enough as our faces are pressed together tightly now and the kissing, licking, and sucking has our mixed-up saliva covering both our faces... I can now smell his subtle saliva scent. The taste and smell of it is so sexy to me, it's so crisp and bubbly and clear. Our noses rub together spreading the spit further as I massage his ass with both hands. After ninety seconds or so, with a sense of urgency, he says, "Fuck me Dylan... we need it... you and me need it, Dylan. Please, make the time now". This was probably his plan all along, and what a good plan it is too. I was slightly frantic at the thought because time was short and I was very horny for Robby. Pulling the elastic waistband of my sweatpants down, I said, "Suck my cock, Robby... get it slimy with spit, it's our only lube." He was on his knees in a flash... oh, what a great feeling having a boy suck your dick... oh my God, it's so hot, so good. Both my hands on his head, my fingers playing with his lush blond hair... Robby really goes after my dick with his mouth, his tongue... all that sucking, the subtle wet sounds, the fantastic sensations on my cock. He went at it like he's famished for my cock, like he's starving to death for my cock and now, here it's available to him, but time is short... that's how he's going about sucking my cock. Half the time his nose is pressed into my shaved groin with my stiffening cock in his throat, his arms around my ass holding his face against my groin. When my dick is bone hard I take a handful of Robby's beautiful thick silky hair and pulled his head away and, while panting, mumble, "Get your pants down Robby, grab hold of the sink". Spit is shining all around his lips and I feel an urgent need to taste him again so right after I tell him to get his pants down I pulled his head up to stick my tongue in his mouth and we're right back to making-out again... this time we both have pulsating boners though. Our faces moving against one another, slippery and messy and wonderful... fuck the high school newspaper, it can wait, god dammit! Making little squeaking sounds as we make-out I get a finger at his asshole and poke at it through his pants, then squeeze my hand between our bodies to grope his rock hard cock and finally get a handful of his nuts and squeeze them till Robby groans, "Harder... really squeeze them, Dylan... " I bared-down thinking about Dodger saying the same thing to me... daring me to squeeze his nuts really hard last summer. Robby goes, "Owwwwwww... fuck! no no..." just like his brother finally had done when I was crushing his nuts. I let up and rubbed his boner instead. Robby goes, "Mmmmmm yes, ahhhh... Dylan it feels good.." After some more spit swapping with me lapping his tongue and sucking on his upper lip he pulls away from my face to mumble, "I'm gonna cum, Dylan... is it OK if we wait a second?" He always acts submissive to me during sex, asking permission and stuff like that. I don't necessarily need him to be submissive at all, he just is and I'm used to it by now. I say, "No, pull your pants down right now Robby, I need to fuck you now. If you cum right away, I'll be right behind ya, dude... don't worry about it... You are so hot!" He got this excited look on his face as he pulled his pants down to his knees, turned around, and leaned over to grab the edge of the sink. He mumbled, "If either of us touch my dick I'll cum, so please don't. OK, Dylan?" I didn't even bother to answer that, just pushed up his Polo golf shirt in the back and spanked his bare ass a half dozen times until he had it pushed back and up towards me. And what a great ass it was too. Tight, round, pink, hairless mounds. Bigger than Elliot's but not much, more muscular, but still a great handful. I could see my hand prints on both buttocks as Robby strained to arch his back getting his asshole higher and making quiet "Ow, ow, ow.." sounds with each smack. Smacking his left cheek one more time I noticed his short boner bobbing up and down, wet at the head. Robby moaned louder at that last smack and mumbled my name and a whining, "fuck me...." I drooled a string of saliva on his hole and spread it around with my finger before pushing the finger in up to my knuckle... Robby goes, "Ahhh.... Dylan, do me..." I finger fucked him, Robby wiggling his ass and going up and down on his toes. In goes another finger... Robby made this long exhale sound while saying "yesssssss..." By now I'm the one who's afraid I'll cum in my pants... cum before I ever get around to sticking my cock up his ass so, pretending I was stalling for Robby's sake, I ask, "You need a minute more, Robby?" He grunted out something I didn't understand, then reached down and stroked his short boner once, he used only his thumb and two fingers, moaning as he did it, "You make me feel better than I ever thought I could feel... oh, this is soooo good, Dylan.." Guess he was passed the threat of early ejaculation as he stroked his small cock twice more and then grabbed the sink again, all the time keeping his ass in constant motion. I waited a few seconds and asked again, "You ready?" and he nodded his head, moving his ass around some more, still going up on his toes. I reached over grabbing a fistful of his hair at the crown of his head, his hair is about two and a half inches long by now, sticking straight up. With the fistful of hair I pulled his head back hard until in the mirror over the sink I could see his adams apple protruding slightly. He goes, "Aww..." but stopped moving his ass around and he stopped going up on his toes too so I was able to line up my boner. With the head of my cock pressing against his asshole, and me maintaining pressure with my fistful of his hair, I took a deep breath and pushed my boner in four inches past his sphincter muscle and pulled it right out. Robby groans, "Oh my God, that felt good!" so I shoved my cock right back up his ass and pulled it all the way out again. Jesus, I'm really turned-on now... in goes my cock again, this time it goes in all the way up inside him causing Robby to squeal out, "That burns, that fucking burns... but I love it. Fuck me, man, fuck me..." and I started humping my hips back and thrusting them forward... my hard six-inch cock way up his hole and then almost out, and up again and almost out, over and over, all the time pulling on his hair and smacking his ass. He got into a mantra of "ahh, ooh" the "ahh" when I drove my cock up his hole, my balls plunking against the back of his thigh, and the "ooh" as I pulled back with another smack on his ass cheek. It was all done very quickly, I was almost out of control fucking him like a wild man... fucking Robby the way I love Willie to fuck me. Robby's body was bouncing back and forth, both his hands holding onto that sink for dear life. The sounds and smell of fucking can get me near crazy, I love it! My boner was wet from precum and ass juice, it shined making a slick wet sound every time it was shoved up his ass and every time I pulled it back. Robby strained to straighten his head but I pulled his head further back with my fistful of his hair and fucked him harder. In the mirror I saw his eyes close after that last yank on his hair and he became docile to my dominance, saliva shining on his face, a little smile of pleasure, his boner as hard as a four-inch dick can get... this is how he likes it sometimes... the smack smack smack sound of my hand against his buttocks, my groin smacking against his wet, red ass cheeks as my hard boner plows relentlessly up his ass. Robby grunting out his, "Ahh" and his "Ooh" and occasionally a, "Fuck me hard, Dylan... yes, yes, yes... oh, oh, oh" Sweat burned my eyes, the feeling in my balls, my whole groin, the head of my boner so fantastic I had tears in my eyes as I slammed my cock up his ass time after time... it was so good! In too short a time though, Robby grunts, "Here I go, Dylan... I can't hold it in..." and as he squeezed shut his sphincter ring on the shaft of my cock I saw his cum splatter the mirror, Robby making the sound an alley cat in a cat fight makes. Then he did it again almost immediately, following the first stream of spunk with a weaker spurt and then shot off his third spurt, closing down his sphincter with each shot. I was seeing dots in front of my eyes as the head of my pecker expended and with the third shot of Robby's I poured cum into his ass... oh my God!... it felt so good I blew a lot of saliva filled air out between my teeth onto the back of Robby's shirt with each blast of spunk I shot up his ass. I was humping in and out faster with each blast, shooting my last load of creamy cum into his bowels in the process... we were both shuttering, our shoulders shaking and spine tingling, standing still but our bodies seemingly in constant motion. Electric currents ran up and down the inside of my thighs and all around my nuts. I pulled almost all the way out and then roughly slammed my cock back up inside him trying for another good spurt of cum... just one more. Robby milked his cock, stroking it tightly and groaning with every stroke and with every little drool of cum that splattered on his thumb. He'd let go of the sink with one hand somewhere along the way so he could jerk his cock, milking his nuts of every drop. I'd let go of his hair about the same time he started jerking himself off and was holding his hips with both hands at climax. Then, without planning to, I rabbit quick-fucked his hole for thirty seconds, cum splattering around his buttocks making him re-grip the sink with both hands... after thirty seconds I needed to slow down because I was feeling dizzy... dizzy, but fabulous. The after-shock shiver started at my shoulders and traveled down to my toes making them all curl-up inside my sneakers. Robby was mumbling something that sounded positive, not a complaint of any kind so I didn't bother to find out what it was he'd mumbled. All I know is I couldn't get enough air into my lungs... I was exhausted. Still not fully recovered from my ten day coma perhaps. After the shiver-thing happened a second time, my body got fairly stable and I lazily humped his hole, it still felt so good on my cock to do so. Winding-down now I let go of one hip and looked at my hand to see a number of beautiful blond hairs sticking there... hairs I'd pulled out of his head. Jesus, I never did that before. Maybe that's because, since we've been fucking together, this is the first time his hairs been long enough to get a fistful of it. I felt bad for having done that hair pulling thing though... too rough. I muttered, "Sorry about pulling your hair, Robby... I got carried away. It was really a hot fuck though, wasn't it." Holding him by the hips I was still doing short slow humps up his ass, Robby was pushing back on my cock for more penetration as he began stroking his cock again. He replied right away, with enthusiasm, "It was awesome, Dylan... you really do it for me. Wish we had time to do it again this afternoon... and I liked that you pulled my hair. I like it when you treat me like that... it's hot." I leaned forward and laid against his back saying, "I love ya, Robby. You know that, right?" then I felt self conscious for having said it. He must have felt a little bit that way too because he just mumbled, "sure, you too..." I pulled all the way out of his ass then and watched cum roll down the back of his legs... my cock feeling chilly out in the open air. "Let's get cleaned-up, Robby... we're both late, but that felt so good! I missed doing that with you. How bout you, dude?" Robby went on to gush excitedly about how hot the fuck had been and then, as I used wet paper towels to clean my cock, he told me he was getting a little suspicious of Dodger and Dodger's friend, Vinnie De Marco. I'm thinking, 'Uh-oh!'. Playing dumb, I say, "Vinnie De Marco... Dodger? What do ya mean?" and Robby goes, "I think those boys are messing around with each other's dick". Not wanting to get involved because it's a no win situation for me... Dodger might think I outed him, and if I say the wrong thing now Robby might realize I know about Dodger and Vinnie, which I do, and hadn't told him about it... I could wind-up with both brothers mad at me. I go, "Dodger? Huh, well... we both know what a horny kid he is. What'd he tell us that time?... he jerks-off four or five times a day and, ya know... lots of kids experiment with boy-on-boy sex... it's normal, more or less. I guess..." I was cleaning the cum off the back of Robby's legs as he says, "Yeah, that's true, but I don't know... I'll tell ya more about it later... we gotta hurry here". Robby had his baseball uniform with him, but before putting it on I donated my folded handkerchief to lay in the bottom of his jockey shorts which I then pulled up for him... he pulled on a jockstrap over the underpants, saying, "Cum won't drip through all those layers of cotton. Thanks!" and then he pulled on the pants part of the uniform. I rubbed his hair saying, "You liked me being rough, huh?" He was chuckling when he said, "I know... I'm such a perv, but you get me crazy, Dylan" and he laid his head on my shoulder pretending he was a little kid. It gave me a chance to kiss the side of his forehead for fifteen seconds, oh God, I love how some boys smell. I said, "That's about as rough as I feel comfortable being, Robby. I wouldn't want to hurt you for anything" and I hugged him and kissed him again. Maybe I do love Robby more than Willie... it seems whichever one I'm with wins the number one spot. Hmmm, that maybe doesn't say much about me. Or, I don't know... wish I had someone to talk to about such matters. I mumbled, "You said we gotta get moving a minute ago, Dude..." Robby goes, "Oh yeah, we don't have enough time together though... I daydream about you... you and me doing things like this". I confessed I did too and after calling ourselves a couple of queers laughingly, we separated and finished putting ourselves together. Cleaned-up satisfactorily, I said a quick 'goodbye' and was out the door jogging down the corridor toward the Framingham Eagle's work area, and my little office there. My cock and balls and groin and all around the top of my thighs... it all felt so wonderful. And being sexually satisfied is relaxing and nice too, not that the condition will be around all that long, but for now it's really feeling good. I love gay sex with boys my age... I don't get nearly enough, that's my problem. Oh man, that last thought is so not righteous of me. I should be grateful and thank my lucky stars I met Carl Denton when I did. He showed me I'm gay and introduced me to gay sex in a very hot way. Maybe his cousin Larry took advantage of me, but through him I met Willie and we've had some of the hottest sex together I ever even fantasized about. Most boys my age don't have anywhere near as much sex as me. Dodger's sex play is so much fun and sexy boy Robby is so awesome... oh my God, I love to fuck him so much. I've been damn lucky, and the Elliot fuck we did last Thursday afternoon... oh, I'd love to do that again real soon. The hottest of all for me is Willie totally dominating me when he fucks me... it's the hottest of the hots and I shoot off some major cum loads that burn my dick but feel so excellent at the same time. Still, even though I admit I'm lucky as it is, what's the point of lying to myself, I'd like to have gay sex every single day, maybe twice a day... or like Eliott said, three times would be nice. I'm lucky to have it once or twice a week. Ya know what... I gotta press the issue with Elliot, that's what I gotta do... what a hot fuck that was. It seems Elliot and I can find more available time together than Robby and I, and certainly more time than Willie and I have together. Elliot said he loves to get fucked, surely he isn't going to wait for Jay to get around to it. I'll approach Elliot again instead of waiting for him to approach me, that's a plan! Shit, there I go again... I just fucked Robby and I'm planning more sex five minutes later. Damn, it's so cool having sex though. And I need somebody to fuck me too! Where's Dodger when I need him..... ha ha. Oh, I can't wait for next Saturday when Willie will fuck me at least three times to make-up for lost dates... maybe four times. I'll be waddling, not walking, when Willie's done with my boy pussy. I gotta laugh at myself... me and fucking go together super-fine, and no question about it. I'm feeling in a very good mood thinking about Robby and me just doing the nasty... I'm feeling real good speculating on Willie fucking me and me fucking Elliot and overall, I'm feeling kinda cocky actually. But, as I approach the newspaper's after-school classroom I adjust my attitude a little... reality is always right around the corner, and there it is... my senior editor's tiny office at the back of the room. Being senior editor of the school paper requires at least two afternoon sessions per week, and the sessions can sometimes last three hours or so. It can sometimes be fun dealing with the kids though, especially the underclassmen who kinda look-up to me. I was a fairly good writer as a reporter last year, but I don't do much writing this year... now I edit and tell kids why their article sucks too much to be printed in the school newspaper. Last year Carl was senior editor and he appeared to enjoy being the hard-ass type. He frequently hurt kid's feelings telling them how horrendous their proposed article was. Myself, I hate hurting the kids' feelings so I work with them in an attempt to get their writing at an acceptable level although it isn't always possible. Sometimes a kid is too pigheaded or arrogant, thinking he or she is better than he or she is, and they won't take advise. Whatever, it gets complicated... and further complicating the matter is the fact that I get graded on the articles that I feel should be included in the newspaper. Graded by the faculty advisor who's Mrs Rosinbloom this year, and everyone knows that she's a pain in the ass! Oh well, I can't opt out of this job at this late date so I grin and bare it. The process has made a few enemies for me along the way though, it's so unfair to me, but life ain't always fair. Some kids actually think I'm stuck-up... me, stuck-up! I'm not, but because I can't review every project that comes to some kids mind, every project some kid thinks must be interesting to everyone just because he's interested in it when actually it's so esoteric not five percent of the students would give a shit about it... oh, why do I go into this, it's pointless. Saying "Hi, sorry to be late" to Mrs Rosinbloom, we started right in going over last weeks articles... the ones I did approve. She accepted some and rejected some. The monthly newspaper gets so bland by the time Mrs Rosinbloom disqualifies the articles I thought were interesting... maybe a touch edgy even. I've given up trying to change her mind about anything and frankly I've given up trying to make the paper better too. She doesn't inspire me and in fact she seems to have little interest in doing anything except protecting her own ass. She does that by keeping anything even slightly controversial out of the paper. The faculty advisor is mostly the reason I've lost interest and am now just going through the motions... she should be leading the charge to improve it by infusing enthusiasm and pumping-up her senior editor and then I'd pump-up the reporters. Actually I've often wished I could talk to Carl about this, this and other things too. He certainly enjoyed fucking me, but he also mentored me about things... I learned stuff from him. He's away at university though and not interested in me anymore. Oh well... Done with Mrs Rosinbloom, my next job is to read and then discuss proposed articles from the students waiting outside my office... from the loud talking and laughter I'm hearing I'd guess there's at least five or six of them. They're known as reporters by the way, but most of them don't report anything... they do more of what would be considered feature article writing. Like Robby, for example... last year I recruited him to write some articles on what it's like to be a student athlete here at Framingham High. He took the assignment seriously and his articles are quite popular. Anyway, glancing out the door I think, 'Oh good, it's Connor'. He's first in line and this kid is fun. I motioned for him to come in. He's a sophomore, full name is Connor Neary. Love looking at Connor so our meeting might drag on for awhile and will probably piss-off Sara Nipple who's next in line, but so be it. Connor writes for the paper's humor section and usually brings some good jokes along with funny incidence that happy to unlucky students... which is another way of saying, embarrassing incidences that happen to Freshman. This Connor boy always has a grin on his lips... kissable lips too, and there's even a chance he might be gay. If he's gay, he's deep in the closet with it... maybe I'll run into him in there some time... Ha ha. Connor has very dark brown hair that's almost black, but isn't. His hair is a wavy long length all over, chin level all around with a part on the side making it necessary for him to constantly finger comb long hair off his forehead and out of his eyes. His skin is very white, not pinkish-white like the Dickers brothers, but whitish white although not chalk white like an albino, healthy looking white. Connor has big dark blue eyes that contrast fabulously with the dark hair and white complexion... very handsome boy. He's taller than me and I'm a good five foot ten inches so he's at lease six foot, and skinnier than me which is saying something. His perpetual grin turns into laughter very easily and quite often, showing off very white teeth in the process. Those white teeth look so perfect it's hard to believe they're real, but they are. He always wears a blue or white long-sleeved dress shirt with a button down collar... the collar is always left unbuttoned and the long sleeves are always rolled up to his elbows showing his thin, hairless, pale-skinned arms. Ripped jeans and sneakers complete his attire and makes one wonder how many dress shirts and ripped jeans the lad actually has. My guess, two of each. Most of us kids, of all races, come from poor families... Irish Connor Neary is no exception and neither am I. First thing we do when he comes in the office is a one-arm hug, quick handshake, and a quick pat on the back saying, "Dude, sup?". Then I asked, "You ever get your haircut, Connor?" He chuckles and goes, "Ya know ya ask me that every time I see ya, Dylan?" I go, "No shit? I do? Well, what do you say every time I ask ya?" and he goes, "I tell ya that, yeah I do... and I always say that your hair is almost as long as mine so I ask you the same question". I go, "Oh, yeah" and we chuckle some more... stupid stuff, but Connor makes me goofy. We went through two humorous experiences he'd written about, both of which happened to Freshman and both had to do with dicks being exposed to the public... one via a broken fly zipper and the other when the boy's fellow Freshman locked him out of the gym naked. I'm chuckling and shaking my head 'no' at the same time. "You know Mrs Rosinbloom has zero sense of humor about just about everything and situations where students are showing their bare pee-pee probably won't get her to chuckle either, so those stories, as funny and perfect for the humor section as you can find, won't make the cut. By the way, do you have any specific details about the pee-pees in question? That might be something Mrs Rosinbloom would find interesting". I was joking obviously, but Connor gave me a look that I wasn't sure how to interpret and said, "Oh yeah, I got all the specifics about the pee-pees. Maybe you and I could work on an article about that together... what do ya say?" and he raised his eyebrows in a humorous manner leaving me to make a move, maybe. Hmmm? Cool looking boy, this Connor fellow, but I just said, "Or, maybe we won't. What else ya got?" He had a joke... it goes like this: The lady living next door to little Johnnie comes home from the hospital with her new baby who unfortunately was born without ears. Johnnie's family is invited over to see the baby and before they go Johnnie's father warns him not to say anything about the baby having no ears... if he does he's gonna get the worlds worse bare ass spanking. Little Johnnie tells his dad he understands and off they go. Johnnie's parents assure the lady her baby's beautiful. When little Johnnie looks in the crib he says, "Your baby has cute feet and cute hands and a cute nose and beautiful eyes, really beautiful eyes." Then he looks at the mother and asked, "Can the baby see alright?" The mother says, "Oh yes, the doctor expects baby to have 20/20 vision" and little Johnnie says, "That's lucky, cus' he'd be fucked if he needed glasses". I laughed and say, "No, Connor... perhaps we won't print that one in this issue"... we had another good laugh together though. He told me four more jokes, each one dirtier, less politically correct, and funnier than the one before it. When Sara began knocking impatiently on the door to my office we stopped screwing around and decided on a joke that wasn't all that funny, but would probably pass Mrs Rosinbloom's scrutiny. As Connor was leaving he said, "Sure you don't want to work on that pee-pee article with me, Dylan.....?" We looked into each other's eyes and the look made me stuttered out, "Well, what... heh heh, yeah, maybe we should at that." He shot me with his index finger and said, "Any time, dude... you tell me" and he was gone... me staring after him. Damn, why would he come on to me like that. I wonder if he knows Dodger and if Dodger let something slip out about us sexily messing around once in a while? Of course there are over five hundred sophomores so the chance they know each other is rather slim... but, still I wonder. Damn, being in the closet sure complicates the simplest possible sexual situation. If I were out like Jay or Willie I'd ask Connor directly, something like... "Are you coming on to me dude, and if you are... let's work something out. You're hot." that sure would be a better way to deal with life, but not yet for me. I'm still afraid what Tris, my Mom, and Chubby will say... I don't have enough self confidence at this point in my life. After Connor left, I worked through Sara's article with her... it was about abusive language in the corridors of the High School, and I quickly approved it. Two more Juniors had terrible stories, one said he knew it was terrible but it was extra credit for him if he at least tried to get something printed in the school newspaper. Swell, now I'm the foil for him getting extra credit. I wasted fifteen minutes critiquing his paper, marking it up and then rejecting it. He took it to his Lit. teacher and got the extra credit. The other junior, an obviously gay student, was very impressed with himself and made faces of annoyance at anything I said that was critical of his proposed article, which was about the school's dress code... he was against it. The junior's name is Marcus Featherstone and I've seen him talking with Jay a few times. Marcus lisps seemingly on purpose and calls guys girlfriend. He's not generally well liked by anyone because of that and the aforementioned extremely high opinion of himself. He does write quite well however so I approved his article after a few changes that he begrudgingly agreed to. Before leaving he said, in a superior, lecturing manner, "You seem to know very little about writing Newman, but you're not an asshole like so many of you straight boys are. Do you guys work at being assholes, or what?" I said, "That is an offensive thing to say and if you're they slightest bit objective you'll admit that you're actually the asshole for making a generalized statement like that. He flicked a limp wrist at me and goes, "Mmm-Mmm, you gonna beat me up, Newman? Don't be so fucking macho, I already told you that you're an OK guy." He fluttered his head a bit, stood up, and in a girlie manner said, "If you ever want to switch sides though, I'll give ya a go... you're yummy" He laughed at the expression on my face as he sauntered out my office door. You know, you can't win an argument or even have a point conceded with someone like Marcus... they know they're right and they know you're wrong... arrogance sucks! Never mind that though, it's wicked odd to have had those two possible passes made to me this afternoon... one from Connon who's maybe gay, and the other from a known gay student. Should I be flattered? Well, I'm not the least bit interested in Marcus giving me a go but Connor, that's another matter all together. Interesting... damn, wish I was more assertive or something. I guess, as usual, it does come down to confidence in the end. Something else I've been noticing lately though, and this is definitely a recent development, guys are asking my opinion about stuff... sorta coming to me for advise and that's role reversal for sure. I walked outside my office and saw that the last kid with an article was Ray Ellis, Elliot's hottie of a younger brother... he's a sophomore like Dodger, wonder if Dodger knows him too? Like I mentioned earlier, Ray and Elliot don't look like brothers, but they're both sexy in they're own way. Elliot's told me that Ray used to be brutish looking as a younger teen but has grown into some sexy looks. Before the family moved to Framingham Ray, or Raymond as he prefers to be called, was in with a scruffy crowd... long mangy hair, multiple piercings, and baggy, uncool clothes, but since moving here he's been hanging with more preppy, cool kids and his appearance reflects that. Short hair and neater clothes, but cool too. He still has the earring in his left ear, but discontinued the other ear piercings and the nostril one. I like Raymond's looks, like I said... he's sexy. I go, "Raymond dude, let's go so I can get outta here". Ray says, "Phew, I thought you were gonna bump me till later in the week... good deal..." and he followed me back into my office. I can't help but think that just a year ago I followed Carl into this very office and a week later he was fucking me... hooeeee! talk about a brave new world, it sure was for me anyway. Ray's haircut is similar to Elliot's but that's where the similarities end. Ray and I are about the same size and look about the same age, I look a year or so younger than eighteen and Ray looks a year or so older than sixteen. He's got more of a oliver complexion compared to Elliot's palish one, but they both have that vibrant, healthy looking skin and they both have extremely nice facial features, different, but very nice. I guess Ray's looks are a little courser than Eliott's pretty ones, Ray's totally macho. OK, looking at him now I just realized there is something that's very similar on the brothers... it happened when Ray smiled at me. Both have the same smile, same lips, teeth and dimples. I'll bet Ray's popular with the girls, he sure as hell can't be gay unless he's a world-class actor. Sitting across from me we went over his article and I had to laugh, "Dude" I say, "this is word for word from the Internet. Couldn't ya change it a bit or add another source or something... this is plagiarism, Raymond." He's like, "play-ger- what?" and I laugh cause, I don't know, he kind of has a way about him that's sweet, not girlie sweet, innocent sweet. From what I've heard from Elliot about Ray, I'd never expect him to be sweet. Of course, everyone appears aggressive to Elliot perhaps. Anyway we went to Ray's site, the one he copied the article from, and I cross referenced a few things and, you know... juxtaposition a few paragraphs and stuff like that trying to make it an original work written by Raymond Ellis. It came out real well actually and I finally put it in the approved pile. Approved by me, who knows what the faculty advisor will think. I say, "Well that just about does it, Raymond... we can get out of here now". He says, "Can I ask ya something first, Dylan?" I'm thinking... hey, this is just what I was saying to myself twenty minutes ago... guys are coming to me for a talk, some advise... sheesh, that really is flattering so I adopted a sincere expression, hoping not to be pompous like Carl always was, and say, "Raymond, what's sup, dude?" He wiped his face with his hand mumbling, "It's kinda embarrassing so can I ask ya to keep all this confidential... just between you and me?" I'm like, "Of course, considerate it private" and Ray says, "You're a senior and all... the senior editor and everyone seems to think you're a pretty good guy... someone you can trust. Well, not Mickey Reihon... he thinks you suck big time, but we all know about Mickey and I guess Julie Martin thinks you're a snub... so does Tim Burton by the way". I put my hands up and say, "Fuck them, what do you want to talk about" my feelings were getting a little hurt there. Ray gave me a little grin and said, "Yeah, fuck them. Let me ask ya something, just between you and me... do you think my brother's queer?" I'm thinking uh-oh, here we go again, first Robby asked me about his brother, Dodger, and now Ray's asking about Elliot... weird. What I casually say is, "Do you think he is?" and Ray tells me he didn't use to although, "Elliot's always looked like a fag, don't ya think, but of course he's never made a faggy move on me or anyone I know so I didn't think he was queer until he began hanging with Jay Reeves. Everybody knows Jay's queer." I say, "It's none of my business who's gay and who isn't... that's a private matter until the person wants to make it public." Ray gives me a skeptical look and mumbles, "Excuse me, but that's kind of avoiding the question, ain't it?" and I go, "Yeah, it is..." Ray says, "Well, that's not what I wanted to ask you about anyway... not the main thing. The main thing is, ah... um, how does a guy know if he's queer or not? Not that I am, I'm just wondering if there's a definite way to find out, to know about yourself.... or someone's self or something and I didn't know who to ask... so I asked you, that's all. And remember this is private, I think I can trust you, Dylan. Elliot says you're extremely trustworthy although I don't know how he knows that.... maybe because you work together....." I sat there staring at this sexy sophomore and listened to him ramble on with words upon words upon words, almost like he wanted to bury the main words that were basically how can I tell if I'm gay ... bury those words with so many other words it would be like he never said the original ones in the first place. This is an eerily similar situation to that of Carl showing my gayness to myself. Holy crap, what's with this senior editor position. And, would I ever like to show Ray the world of gay sex. When he ran out of words he was blushing, I'll bet he doesn't do that very often. I say to him........ to be continued Chapter four (Dodger's Surprise) Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com