Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2009 14:38:00 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter 7 (Chubby's Confession) By Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR By Donny Mumford Chapter 7 (Chubby's Confession) The drive home from North Adams was tedious, especially after our disappointing campus visits. We were mostly quiet, thinking our own thoughts and listening to hot rock n' roll. At the moment Sam Robert's song "Them kids"... is blasting away and it's so cool. One line is, "the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll" and it made me think of Willie's dancing and how he'd change Sam's mind about that... Willie's a true "keeper of the back beat" as the song goes. We made better time getting back to Framingham than expected, it was eight-thirty when I drove the Jeep into the parking lot of the Bar & Grille we're having dinner at. Inside the restaurant Tris and her boyfriend Richard were at the bar waiting to join us. Oh goody, a double date, and then it actually did turn-out to be an oh goody moment because us boys got our own table. Sweet! I love eating in restaurants, especially ones that aren't fast food. Believe it or not, Willie and me have eaten in restaurants where waiters wear tuxedos, Lock-Ober in Boston comes to mind... it's kinda cool the way they treat ya. We all say hello and then Tris embarrasses Chubby with a big kiss and a "Hiya, honey... missed ya!". Chubby blushes and goes, "Mommm!..." the rest of the night we called Chubby, "Honey". Jake and Richard are treating everyone to dinner so us boys ordered big steaks all around, hold the broccoli thank you very much. Halfway through dinner Dodger's telling a story with his arms flapping around and he knocks his iced tea into Chubby's lap. The rest of us are biting our tongue trying not to laugh about the cold tea on Chub's balls. Chubby's growling about Dodger being spastic, he keeps it low saying, "Asshole, Friday you spilled coke all over my clothes and now I'm eating dinner with iced nuts." Dodger goes, "I swear you don't get the concept of "accident" at all. I'm really sorry, if that helps." Then Dodger turns to me, and in a stage whisper says "Dylan, perhaps Honey's should try one of those anger management courses." Actually all of this is pretty much normal interaction between us boys. We had a wicked good time, especially after dinner watching Chubby walk through the restaurant with a big wet spot on the front of his pants. Dodger says, loud enough for half the restaurant to hear, "Why didn't ya want to use the men's room?" The fact is, Chubby loves this kind of ball busting... in fact, Chubby turns the tables on Dodger more than the other way around, it's just that Dodger's been on a roll lately. Both guys are good sports about it giving big over-the-top reactions to solicit laughs from the rest of us... we love to laugh out loud. On the way out of the dining room we thanked Richard and Jake for treating us to dinner, it's the polite thing to do although I couldn't looked at Jake while thanking him. The adults adjourned to the bar and Chubby drove us to the the condo where Robby's car is parked. Even though it was a bit chilly we sat on the top step smoking and ragging on each other... none of us wanted the day to end. I was keeping my eye on Robby as he secretively nods his head towards the condo indicating we should sneak off together, then Chubby says goodnight which effectively put an end to any hope Robby and I have of doing something sexy because Dodger will follow us wherever we go, so we called it a night too. The brothers drove home and I took a quick shower then lay in bed reflecting on the campus visits. It's fun doing stuff with the guys but we didn't accomplish much. Actually, the best part of the trip happened Saturday night when I gave Robby that fast fuck... that was the highlight of the last thirty hours. I'm thinking... jeez, we were away only thirty hours yet Mom reacted as though it was some kind of super holiday. That got me feeling kinda sad for her and I began restlessly flopping around in bed, unable to get comfortable. Perhaps a nice wack-off will help me get to sleep. Flipping over on my back and yanking down my jockey shorts I get my fist around my dick and stroke it a few times... always feels good, my other hand's playing with my nuts. When I jerk-off it's extra hot to picture sexual turn-ons in my head. Tonight I'm visualizing aspects of my recent quick fuck with Robby and it had my penis firming-up right away. I was soon stroking the foreskin on and off the head of that boned-up cock, slowly at first and then the inexorable increase of speed as the sensations expand and my balls begin moving around in their sack. Soon I'm panting and squeaking, it's feeling soooo as I start thinking about Robby's spread buttocks and his rosebud asshole quivering with anticipation and about Robby looking back at me with that cute face of his, lips parted, eyes shining staring at my six inch boner, anxious for it to be humped in past his sphincter muscle, anxious for all the yummy sensations that follow too. Visuals like these have me squirming on my bed filled with sexual desire. Oh my God, the initial penetration feels so good... that feeling when my cock enters Robby's ass, the slippery lube, all the warm smooth skin tightly encasing the head of my cock... awesome. I shudder and shake on my bed, my balls are getting hard with as the spunk accumulates, me stroking my dick at a steady beat. I think about how it felt pushing my boner further up Robby's tight ass, him bent over holding onto the rim of the sink... me pushing my hard slippery cock all the way in, all the way till my smooth shaved groin is flat against his pale hairless buttocks. Then I see myself slowly withdrawing and immediately shoving it way back up inside him... Robby moaning, "Ahhh..." my hips humping a little faster... I can picture it all, the lube shiny around Robby's hole, my hands tightly gripping his hips, my crotch smacking into his ass as I pull him back towards me with each shot up his hole, Robby grunting "Ahh..." with each hump, faster, harder... splat-"Ahh", splat-"Ahh", splat-"Ahh" "Ahh" "Ahh". Inside Robby's asshole that awesome tight feeling all up and down and all around my ever-hardening boner, Robby clenching his hole tightly with each shove of my cock, it's all creating this indescribable sensation that builds and builds towards a huge messy, creamy conclusion... builds to the greatest feeling on earth... blast-off, and climax!! My hand ceaselessly stroking my dripping, throbbing boner as each sexy visual helps gets me closer and closer to that glorious goal. Finally, picturing Robby firing his teen load into the sink has my own cum blasting up from my nuts to spew out my pee slit in a hard thin stream making a big wet spot on the sheet. Stroking and breathing hard I try concentrating on as many areas of sensory overload as possibly... a few more spurts, so nice, so hot, so creamy. Slowly stroking myself a little longer, then rolling to a dry area on the sheet, calmer now... and sure enough, sexual urges alleviated, I drifted off into the mysterious world of sleep. Then I awaken next morning into the mysterious world of high school seniors, a world where reality has all of us graduating very soon now, and while we all say we're looking forward to it, we're secretly dreading it too. Yeah, there's an unspoken dread about graduating because high school is mostly carefree fun, and we're maybe a little bit afraid of growing-up to face the real world, maybe at times we're hoping for a little Peter Pan syndrome, staying young forever. In the end of course it doesn't matter what we wish for, we'll be spewed out into the real world whether we embrace the idea or not. Framingham High sends only about seventy percent of it's students on to higher education, a low percentage compared to more affluent towns around us. More kids from our high school enter the military than any town near us too, it's just the way it is. Chubby, me, and Robby are going to college with the help of low interest college loans that must be paid back once we enter the work force and that means we'll all be graduating college deeply in debt, that's also just the way it is for kids like us. We're mostly fine with it because there isn't anything we can do about it and because almost everyone we know is in the same boat. The exception in my life is Willie, and I guess the guys I've met through Willie... they're rich kids. Rich kids don't think any more about being rich then most of us poor kids think about being poor... once again, it's just the way it is. For me, this school week following our campus visits was a lot like the previous week except it's not looking like I'll be having sex with Elliot this week. I say that because today's Wednesday already and he hasn't mentioned it... I've fought off the urge to bring it up to him because our mutual sexual endeavor is supposed to be helping him, not satisfying my personal lust for sex. Elliot's brother Ray is out of the picture this week too, he caught his brother's strep throat and is out of school... so there'll be no helping him decide if he's gay until at least next week. No Robby either because every day after school he's at baseball practice, and of course I'm working, and Chubby's working... in other words, nothing's happening. The only thing I'm pretty sure about is Chubby's black-and-blue ass, I've got a plan for that this coming Friday night. There is one prospect that could brighten my outlook however, I've been thinking that Connor and me should try another date. Unfortunately he didn't come to the newspaper office yesterday and I haven't seen him all week... then, just like that, I spot him in the lunch line. No butting in line so I grabbed a sandwich wrap and a coke and beat him to the cash register, then coming up behind him I go, "You been trying to avoid me, dude?" He's startled for a second, then a great smile for me as he whispers, "Dylan, where ya been? I thought you dumped me, one date and you dumped me... that's hard, dude... cold!" I go, "I absolutely did not dump you!" We're both just goofing on each other. Since he and I eat with different kids, I add, "How about meeting me at the refreshment stand after lunch..." He nods his head and points at me like, "you got it". I walked over to sit with Chubby and Robby, getting to the table just as Elliot's arriving with his tray. There ensues the usual friendly exchange of insults and then we quizzed Elliot about Merimack College and discovered, "Merimack is an Augustinian academic community that....". I interrupt, "Ah, Elliot... isn't that a long way of saying it's a Catholic school?". Elliot gives his cute smile and says, "Well yeah, but it sounds more important the way I say it..." Elliot's a Catholic, which has a lot to do with him going to Merimack College and Elliot going there is mostly the reason Jay is going there. The tuition, including dorm and meals is a little over forty thousand a year, but only two to a room so that doesn't help with our threesome problem. Liberal Arts, Business, Science and Engineering with a thirteen to one teacher/student ratio. Everything is phat except the two to a room restriction, and maybe we feel the campus is a bit too small as well... we'll have to see about that. Chubby and I aren't Catholic, but mentioning Catholics has Chubby remembering an old joke. While telling us the joke he uses a pretty good Irish brogue for the dialog parts. The joke went like this ..... For many years Muldoon lived in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. The day the dog dies Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked, "Father, my faithful dog died, could ya be saying a Mass for him?" Father Patrick replied, in a dismissive manner, "I'm afraid not, we can't be having services for animals in the church... there are some Baptists down the lane though, and there's no telling what they believe in so maybe they'll do something for the creature". Muldoon says, "I'll go right over there, Father. By the way, do ya think $10,000 is enough to donate to their church in me dog's sweet memory?" Father Patrick's eyes opened wide as he exclaimed, "Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! why didn't ya say the dog was Catholic?" We had a little laugh, I'm going to tell Connor the joke when I see him after lunch. Five minutes later, finishing my lunch earlier than usual, I get up saying, "I'll see you boys later, I got stuff to do..." Outside the school's main entrance Connor caught up with me and put his arm across my shoulders saying, "How's my favorite senior editor?" It was a beautiful Spring day, unseasonably warm although quite windy. I go, "Connor! Hey, nice day for once, huh?..." Then, goofing around again, I fake being nervous and breathlessly ask, "Ah, ah... will you go on a date with me, Connor?" Connor tightens his hold around my shoulders and says, "That might work out, I'll need to check my calendar of course. Have your people get in touch with my people and we'll do lunch some time in the Fall". I go, "Or, how about we go bowling tomorrow?" Connor chuckles and says, "Yeah, that works too". Walking down toward the refreshment stand he let loose of my shoulder to squeeze the back of my neck... I really enjoy the physical contact, he has a real nice touch somehow. We talked about how we couldn't connect with each other all week and I go, "That's easy to fix... just give me your cell phone number." That proved a touch embarrassing because it turns out Connor's one of the few kids in school who doesn't have a cell phone so I quickly switched to his favorite topic... jokes. I begin telling him the Muldoon joke and halfway through the first sentence Connor interrupts and recites the joke's punch line as, "Bejusus, why didn't ya say the dog was Catholic". He was so smug about knowing the joke I pretended he'd gotten it wrong and say, "What's that mean? The punch line to this joke is, "I didn't know they shoveled shit that high..." Connor laughs out loud and says, "It is not... you're a funny bastard though." I go, "Seriously, how the hell do you remember all these jokes?" We're quickly down to the football field refreshment stand and I light up a Marlboro Light. Connor doesn't smoke so I make sure to stay downwind of him, don't want to blow smoke in his face. He says, "Yuck! You're a smoker, no making out on our date, I don't make-out with ashtrays." I go, "I'll chew gum, gargle, brush my teeth, suck on lifesavers.... what-do-ya-say Connor, would that work?" He goes, "Well... ah, what was the part about sucking again? ... maybe you can give me one of those hickey things on my neck too." We were both just screwing around but the word hickey caused me to get out of snyc with the inhale/exhale routine and I'm coughing, smoke coming out of my nose and mouth at the same time, coughing like Elliot coughed when he tried inhaling my cigarette that time. Connor pats my back for a few seconds, then he squeezed the back of my neck nicely again, this time leaving his hand there like he did in his room... he says "You OK, Dylan?" My face was red both from the coughing and from him mentioning my hickey. It's been ten days since Willie gave it to me so the hickey's gone, but the memory obviously lingers in Connor's head. My coughing is under control, I say "Jesus Connor, ya got me with the hickey talk again. That wasn't a hickey by the way, it was a zit. I thought you knew that." Connor smiles at me and says, "No it wasn't, but that's OK. Let me try a drag of your cigarette". Happy to be moving on from the hickey talk, I passed my cigarette to him and he takes a drag... he did it like he knew what he was doing, inhaled pretty good and after exhaling he says, "I smoked all last year, then gave it up because it got so fucking expensive, but if I'm gonna be dating a smoker maybe I better take it up again... anyway, I kinda miss the nicotine rush." Connor's full of surprises. I say "Cool, now I won't need to do all that stuff before kissing you, will I...?" That comment made his expression change somehow, we're holding eye contact and I have the distinct impression he's ready for a kiss right now. I involuntarily licked my lips wanting to kiss him, but not being sure I'm reading him correctly I let the moment slide by. He passed the cigarette back to me and I took a long drag, the smoke drifted out of my mouth and was inhaled back in through my nose. Robby showed me that move, he and I think it's sexy... maybe Connor does too because he stared at my mouth when I did it, unconsciously playing with himself. Finally I worked up the courage to say, "Should we try a kiss now... you know, get the first one out of the way?" I said it in a joking manner so I'd have an out if I needed one. Sounding nervous, he goes, "Ha! We can wait, I guess" and then he did a nervous bump against my side. I asked, "Seriously, did ya ever kiss a boy?" He laughs and says, "No, of course not..." and now he steps away from me a little. I don't know what the fuck to think, so with nothing more to say I nod my head toward the high school and we start moving in that direction. One last drag, then flicking my butt to the ground it goes straight up in the air instead, me batting it away when it comes down, preventing it from landing on my head. Connor's laughing, thinking I did it on purpose, "You're a funny dude" he says, as I'm checking the little cigarette burn on the palm of my hand. He's an enigma, pure and simple. I think I know, then I don't know, but I'm not really sure either way... ya know? He's gotta be gay, but what if he just likes to tease by pretending he's gay because he knows I am? Walking along we're talking about the details of our next date, which is gonna be the same as last week's date except this week I need to check-in at the newspaper office first... Connor will meet me there. I'll drive and I'll pay because I asked him out this time and, according to Connor, that's how it works. I gotta be on my toes with him though, many of the things Connor says are said with his tongue firmly planted in his cheek, like this "In addition to the bowling you really should pay for the food afterward too. I wanted to do that myself last time but you bullied your way to the register ahead of me and paid before I could stop you." I'm smiling at his purposely distorted recollection... pretending to be serious, I go "Whatever you say Connor, you're the expert on dating, I'm just sooooo freaking excited you're going out with me again...". He says, "Well, I can certainly understand that, to be safe though, maybe you better bring the lifesavers along just in case you need to suck on something". I started to give a smart-ass response but didn't because a gust of wind has Connor crying out, "Shit!" His hand flies up to his eye, he goes, "Ow... something's in my eye". Maybe a cinder or piece of sand blew in Connor's eye on the wings of the wind. I see tears running under his hand, not from crying... an eye waters on it's own trying to dislodge foreign objects. I take hold of his arm and guide him to a nearby alcove where the wind is pretty much blocked, "Let me have a look, Connor." He takes his hand away but can't, or won't, open the eye as water continues running out between his long eyelashes. I have one hand behind his head holding it steady, his hair so clean and silky back there I can't help ruffling some of it between my fingers. His head steady now, I slowly try lifting the eyelid with my index finger, he's going "Hurts like a motherfucker, Dylan. Feels like a hot chip of stone". I mumble, "It's more likely a grain of sand, but I know what ya mean... feels like a boulder". I have his eyelid partially up exposing about half his eyeball, "Roll your eye over to the side" he forces himself to do that, but yelps out, "It scratches". My face is close to his as I look into his dark blue eye, Connor's breath blowing in my face with only a hint of cigarette smoke left from the drag, his subtle boy scent is the more noticeable odor. Glancing down for a second to see his mouth and his cute chin and those red bow-shaped lips so close to mine... God, he's attractive! Gotta concentrate... then I see it, a speck of black. I don't know what it is, some debris blown up from the ground. "I see it... I can get it, Connor". The white part of his eye is very milky white except near the black speck of dirt where there are tiny red lines, how can something so small cause so much discomfort? He keeps his eyelid opened on his own now with me still holding his head steady... I pull my T shirt out at the waist so I can use just a little bit of the bottom edge to wipe at the black spot and with my first dab the speck attaches itself to the T-shirt material and pulls off his eyeball... successful operation. "Got the fucker, Connor", reluctantly I let go of his neck and back-up a step... it had been such an intimate minute holding his head, our faces so close together. My dick is moving in my jockey shorts, it's a bit firm at the moment so I do a quick adjustment rearranging it sideways. Connor remains motionless, his eye closed again... he mumbles, "It's still real scratchy. You're sure you got it...?" Stepping back close to him and taking hold of the back of his neck again, I say "Let me check to see if there's another boulder in there". This time I purposely get so close our noses touch for a second, Connor's head pulls back in a reflex action but then settles against my nose again, barely touching as I lift his eyelid. Connor's hands are on my hips, holding lightly, our bodies two inches apart, our faces closer than that and I notice his eyebrows, of all things... they're narrow and neatly formed with very fine hairs, he's kinda pretty in a boyish way "Can you look up, Connor...? To the left... to the right now." There isn't anything in his eye. "Look down... No, there's nothing here Connor, the sand or whatever it was scratched your eyeball a little, that's all." I'm still holding his eyelid up and, in a comical way, he goes "Is it my destiny to suffer like this the rest of my life then... I'm too young to carry a burden this huge". I let go of his eyelid and wrap my arms around him saying, "It's a cruel and painful world, Connor... I'll comfort you as best I can during your last moments..." He chuckles and wraps his arms around me and for a few seconds neither of us say anything, it's a real hug for those few seconds and my dick reaches semi-boner status. Connors cock, on the other hand, is a full-fledged flag-pole-hard boner that pokes my thigh. The second it touched my thigh he lets go of me and backed off slightly saying, "Wait! I think a miracle has happened, my eye is curing itself... I'll live after all". Feeling that boner of his had me doing a few quick exhales... he's gay alright. Then, for some reason, I feel my face blushing as if I got caught doing something untoward. Doing a big phony cough, I grunt out, "You're a real trooper Connor, not many teens survive a speck of dust in their eye..." I fumble around lighting another cigarette, just for something to do. He says, "Let me borrow one of those, Dylan... OK?" I go, "Sure, dude...". We're taking a big chance standing in this alcove smoking, but we're both feeling uncomfortable about the boner situation. A little awkward, but Connor and I are definitely making some progress here. After a quiet two minutes or so... Connor, in a serious way, says "Actually my eye is feeling better, thanks Dylan. We better get inside though, next class starts three minutes from now." I check my watch, which makes me think momentarily of Willie, then exclaim, "Holy shit! I can't be late again, old lady Marshall said she'd put my ass in detention the next time I'm late". We both drop our cigarettes and run for the main entrance. With about two seconds to spare I made it to study hall on time. All through study hall I alternate doing my English Lit homework and staring at Chubby. I've decided for sure that this Friday night I'm forcing the issue of the black-and-blue ass. Chubby's Mom is having a sleep over at their condo with Richard that night. The alleged reason being that Saturday morning Richard and her are shopping for a new TV and Tris likes to have a man along whenever she's making a big purchase, so does my Mom. They both like to have men sleep with them once in awhile too so they make-up bogus reasons to do it, like this TV thing. Chubby and I most definitely do not discuss this aspect of our Mom's lives with them or with each other. What would be the point? In any case, whenever one of the Moms has a boyfriend over Chubby and me sleep together in whichever condo the co-habitation is not taking place. The bottom line here is that after the Friday night movie Chubby and me will share my twin bed and it'll give me the opportunity to have him in a captive circumstance. I've got to do the hard love routine with him and make him come clean about his black-and-blue ass. Once he does we can decide what needs to be done about it. If I'm lucky Robby and me will have had success sharing a fuck Friday night so I won't be all horned up about having Chubby in my bed. Of course, sleeping with Chubby makes it's impossible not to think a little bit about my dick, but right after fucking Robby perhaps my sex drive can be kept under some kind of control... for once. After school I worked a shift at Stop and Shop, without Elliot this time, he's on a different schedule this week... I worked with Alex Cora. Alex was excited about almost scoring with his girlfriend Sara Myers last night. Sara of the big-rack-of-tits fame. Holding his thumb and index finger a half inch apart he's like, "I'm this fucking close to whipping out my dick and screwing her brains out when she tells me she has her period. Can you believe that shit?!" Acting like I know the drill, I say, "That's happened to me too, dude! Once I tried calling this girl's bluff by putting my hand down her silk panties and, yuck... blood! Jesus, I almost hurled". Alex is making a face saying, "Some guys go down on that, but not me dude, that's gross... fucking fish market down there". I'm nodding my head saying, "Tell me about it, week old catfish for Christ sakes". He goes, "How many times ya gotten laid so far, if you don't mind me asking?" I go, "You wouldn't fucking believe me if I told you" and before Alex can say anything else I get snagged by the boss to go on parking lot duty retrieving shopping carts... saved me from needing to tell more lies. After work I laid around the condo talking to Willie on my cell phone. He's sending Andy to pick me up Saturday morning to drive us back to Prep so I can finally get my short haircut from Leonard. Willie has another tennis match, but after that he'll drive the two of us back to his house in Weston... no Andy this time. Willie was extremely chatty and upbeat like he always is, he told me we'll probably just stay at his house Saturday night, "Chef can fix us dinner and then you and me will have plenty of time to mess around in my bedroom together, you have any problem with that, baby?" I go, "You know I don't, Willie... I can hardly wait." Willie says, "I'm going to see how many different ways I can fuck your boy-pussy without my dick getting sore. Doing you and Andy last time got my dick so wicked sore, remember? I couldn't fucking believe it, but the sex was scorching hot, didn't ya think so?" We continued talking back and forth about sex until we both had throbbing boners. Willie finally said, "Jesus Christ, Dylan... you got me so fucking horny I gotta find Andy, pronto." That got me mad, so I go, "I'm gonna find Robby then" and Willie gave me a little lecture about pouting, but we made-up and said we loved each other before hanging up. Trouble is, it's no joking matter... I really do want to get fucked, I miss it. Last summer Willie was fucking me on two dates a week, and not just once per date either. A person gets used to a routine and when it's taken away it can be like a hurt, a need... thank God for Willie though, boy can he fuck! It's fun for me to fuck Robby, but when he tries fucking me, not so much fun. I can tell he's just doing it because I want him to, not because he wants to. Robby's a true bottom, almost a hundred percent, and that's fine as long as I got Willie to fuck me. And I still do have Willie for now, but only for one night twice a month which isn't nearly enough. During the past two weeks it helps that I've had a couple of decent fucks with Elliot and a couple of quickies with Robby, but I like having sex a lot and would prefer to do it every day, twice every day actually... maybe three times. Oh well, I'm grateful for what I've got... I really am! Maybe I'm a freak where sex is concerned, maybe a male nymphomaniac even. Let me try to think what's wrong with that, hmmm? Enough sex talk! I gotta fix dinner. We're having fried chicken strips which I'll dregs in seasoned flour first, then an egg wash, then bread crumbs. After that, fry then quickly in a half inch of vegetable oil, turning once. Prepare the chicken last though because they cook quickly. First thing I'm going to do is boil some pealed red bliss potatoes until they're soft, then mash them and finally, whip them along with salt, pepper, and enough half and half to make them creamy. Lastly, put a couple pads of butter on top to melt over them in a warming oven. Then I'll make that cole slaw of mine adding some salted pistachio nuts this time, and lastly my chicken gravy. The gravy is made with a cup-and-a-half of Country Inn chicken stock thickened with one package of Mc Cormick's chicken gravy mix... the instruction on the gravy mix says one cup of water, but using only one cup makes the gravy too thick and using water makes it too weak, so my recipe is better. Our drink's gonna be lemonade. I'll make it with real squeezed lemons, sugar and water... duh, what else would you make lemonade with?! Chubby hasn't been getting a ride home with Ricky lately so he's been in better moods when he gets here, which is the case tonight. The dinner turns out really good and we eat a lot of it, afterward Chubby says, "I'm so lucky to have you as my best friend, Dylan... you cook good, dude." I check to make sure he's serious, then say, "Right back at ya, Chubby... you're foods good too" and we're looking at each other for a few seconds, it appears his eyes are a bit damp when he says, "We need a brothers' hug". Well, I don't need to be asked twice to hug Chubby, I'm down with that and we did a really great hug with me kissing the side of his forehead and Chubby muttering, "I luv ya, man... what would I ever do without you?" He broke up the hug then, it had been a special moment although I don't have any idea what brought it on... kind of unusual for Chubby. Maybe it's like those melancholy moments I've been having lately, the ones where I've been feeling kind of bad for my Mom, thinking she deserves a better life than this. I mean, if that's her thrill for the year, overnight on a campus visit, ya know? Hell, we all have feelings of happiness and sadness, adults included. Chubby and me... we're emotional boys, but we're always trying to act tough too so we keep the emotions under wraps most of the time. The moms try not to let any sense of sadness leak out because I think they're worried it will scare us boys... or maybe I'm all wet here. It's hard to know whassup when you're eighteen years old... Finished our homework, we wandered down to the basement to watch a Red Sox game. Chubby squeezes my hand to stop me on the steps... he sounds funny, nervous maybe, when he says, "Hey, wait'll you hear this Dylan, it's weird man, and kinda hard to talk about too, but I need to tell you about it." I'm wondering if this is finally his confession about the black-and-blue ass. He hesitates, looks away and then mumbles, "I've finally confirmed that I officially have a fetish, a foot fetish." I give him an astonished look and go, "You don't say... who told ya that?" Chubby's like, "Somebody mentioned it to me and I checked it out on Google. You got any fetishes, Dylan?" I pretend I'm thinking about the question, my index finger on my bottom lip... he's been fucking around with my feet for years now and he just figured out it's a fetish? We never called it a fetish between ourselves, but I assumed he knew it was. After a few seconds I say, "I'm wild about Swedish fish, I could eat those sweet things until I pass-out... is that a fetish?" He goes, "Ahhh, I don't believe so, but come on down here... you sit over there on the edge of the recliner and I'll check out your feet for ya and show you what I mean about me having this fetish". Is he kidding? How many times has he already done this with me, is it possible to convince yourself that the obvious isn't obvious? Chubby continued talking, "Once in a while in the past I've had good reason to be concerned with your feet, but now it's more of an obsession. So I guess my concern has unexpectedly developed into a fetish for me. Anyway, having a foot fetish sorta qualifies me to take care of your feet for you." It's so like Chubby to infer that somehow it's my fault he has this fetish... him being concerned about my feet made him get this fetish... something like that. I take a big breath like, you gotta be shitting me, and mumble, "Doing anything with my feet is probably not a good idea right now, Chub. I've had these sneakers and socks on since seven o'clock this morning... that's over twelve hours now, dude". He kneels down in front of me, and says, "Let me worry about that, your feet are too important to neglect just because of a little foot odor." I fold my arms on my chest, resigned to having my feet massaged, smelled, and licked. Actually, the foot massage part feels great. While Chubby's unlacing my right sneaker, I'm watching and thinking... these sneakers are just about ready for the trash bin, maybe he'll quit if they stink too badly. Pulling the sneaker off my foot, Chubby mumbles, "Since you're so worried about it, let's check for foot odor" he covers his nose and mouth with the inner part of the sneaker and inhales quietly... his long eyelashes flutter as he inhales again. It's fascinating to watch him do his routine especially knowing that this is sexually exciting to him. All fetishes are bizarre, some men like to dress in woman's clothing, their wives clothing even... some guys get a hard-on smoking cigars... some guys cream in their leather chaps, Dodger get aroused having his hair cut, Willie likes me to wear girly underpants, and as for me personally, I can often get aroused just because my sex partner acts dominant... be on the alert, it's dangerous out here in the wild kingdom! And, maybe we're all a little bit koo-koo too. Chubby pulls the sneaker away from his face and says, "Not too bad, considering..." he undoes the other sneaker's laces and smells that sneaker, then back to the first one, and then the left one again... holding the left one up, he laughingly says, "Slightly more offensive than the right". I smile at him, but during the last minute or so I mostly was looking at his stiff almost four inch cock poking out the front of his nylon Adidas sweat pants. Like I said, it can be fascinating to watch. As he begins massaging my right foot, sock still on, he says, "You realize that not many friends would do this for you, don't you? It's disturbing to me the way you ignore the condition of your feet... you're taking these vital, occasionally smelly, appendages for granted. I'm not gonna ignore then though." I say, "Thanks, but you do have a confirmed foot fetish, I believe I heard that somewhere, so there's that to consider along with your selfless concern for my feet, of course..." I'm holding in a grin as Chubby massages my foot, pretending I didn't say anything. Now he holds the heel of my foot in the palm of his left hand with my foot resting against his chest and he rubs up and down my calf for a little while, next he slides a couple fingers inside my sock along my ankle and down even further until he's got the tips of his fingers under the arch of my foot... this is stretching the crap out of my sock, but I don't say anything because he's so intent on what he's doing and, as I've mentioned, I like watching his short, fat-headed boner poking around in his crotch. Rubbing along my foot's arch, and then on top of my foot, then somehow managing to reach under my toes and finally, pulling his fingers out to smell them... he nods his head and removes the sock completely and tosses the stretched-out-of-proportion sock to the side and begins massaging my bare, slightly damp foot. As he's massaging he's lifting my foot away from his chest, my leg totally limp in his grasp, he gently pulls my foot closer and closer to his face, staring at my foot every inch of the way, his mouth slightly opened like he's never seen a foot before. I've got size nine-and-a-half, medium feet with regular looking toes. I took a shower last night so it's not like my feet are filthy or anything like that... they've just been in sneakers all day. With my bare foot almost touching Chubby's face he leans forward and rubs his nose against the sole, back and forth, back and forth... then holds the foot against his nose and mouth for a few seconds, some tongue action follows and Chubby transfers quite a bit of saliva to the bottom of my foot before lowering it to the floor, adjusting his crotch as he does it. Massaging his left arm for a bit, mumbling, "Holding your leg up is hard work after a while, almost got a cramp". I nod my head but he doesn't see me do it, he's still staring at my feet. Picking up my left foot now, which is still in a sock, Chubby follows the same procedure he'd just done with my other foot. When both feet are bare, smelled, and licked he gets one in each hand and rubs the bottom of them all around his face, on top of his buzzcut hair, under his chin, and then holds a foot against each of his cheeks. Eyes closed now, he's breathing normally and looking very peaceful as he slides both my feet over to meet at the middle of his face... his mouth and nose tickle the bottom of my feet and then he begins little licks on the arch, dragging both feet down his face slowly until the toes are level with his mouth so he can suck each toe, one by one. By now I can hear his ragged breathing and notice small humps in his pelvic area. Halfway through the second round of individual toe sucking he makes a whimpering sound, scrunches his face and then does three or four quiet grunts, cumming in his pants. I look at his lap, waiting for the wet spot to appear. Chubby, biting his lower lip, returns my feet to the floor, eyes loosely closed, a small red circle at each cheek bone... taking a big breath, he sits back on his ankles, a hand on each of his thighs. A long sigh escapes as finally the cum soaks through the sweat pants material starting a wet spot at his crotch that slowly grows. Chubby casually pulls the bottom of his T-shirt out of his sweatpants waistband and lets it fall down covering his lap. Witnessing his fetish is actually quite hypnotizing and it all sorta had me in one of those trance-like states I get into sometimes. His routine is never the same but I always think the same thing... how can a guy's feet have such a strong sexual affect on another person? Then I thought about the North twins I met last summer on the beach in Wildwood, they both have a foot fetish too. And I thought again of the fetishes of Willie, Dodger, and myself, all different and inexplicable... a cornucopia of sex carnival side-show freaks, each totally not getting the other guy's fetish, but surely getting his own. But then, that not really it either because I don't get my own fetish, I don't understand it at all... why do I get aroused just because someone acts dominant in a sexual situation? Best not to be too judgmental of the other guys' fetishes... glass houses, and throwing stones, and that sort of thing. After a minute or so Chubby opened his eyes and quietly says, "How do your feet feel now, Dylan". Still partially in my trance, I quietly say, "Wonderful, thank you. How do you feel?" Taking me by surprise, he answers me honestly, "It's the most fucked-up thing, Dylan... I spunked in my pants from messing with your feet. It's the secret side of me that takes over. Do ya have any idea how I got this fetish, or why?" Alright, he's not trying to blame me after all. I'm staring at him and he looks so cute sitting on his ankles on the floor in front of me, slightly embarrassed to have cum in his pants, even more embarrassed at the why of it. Very few friends could share something as unusual as this, but all our lives Chubby and me have had a sort of "anything goes" mentality with each other.. well, with two noteworthy rather recent exceptions; my gayness this past year for one thing, and whats up with him and Ricky during the same period of time is the other thing... so "anything goes" has mostly been our unspoken motto... still, tonight was pretty weird. I shook my head "no" to his question, and mumbled, "I've no fucking clue about fetishes, Chub." He asks, "You think I'm a pervert, smelling your feet and stuff...?" I wondered two things simultaneously... one, why is he asking me that now after all the years he's been fucking around with my feet and... two, why has it been months since the last time he got relief from his fetish with my feet. Who's feet has he been using? What I said to him was "No, of course I don't think you're a pervert. I'm pretty sure you can Google fetishes in a general sense and read about so many different types of fetishes your head will spin... everyone with a fetish can't be a pervert, can they? I gotta assume common sense says most of them are harmless. On the other hand, some people are perverted, for example... if you're working in day care center smelling toddlers feet, then pervert can definitely be part of the discussion". Chubby nods his head and gets up mumbling, "Thanks, Dylan... I was starting to wonder about myself with this fetish, and ya know, some other stuff". This was maybe a good time to bring up the black-and-blue ass except something told be not to. He'd just come clean on the fetish front, confessing he had a fetish for the first time, so I'll wait until Friday night to mention his ass. This is a helluva good lead-in for that discussion though. A minute later I was on the recliner, still barefoot, with Chubby next to me watching the Red Sox kick the Yankees' ass. Chubby fell asleep against my side once again... window washing is much harder work than being a bag boy at Stop and Shop. The next day arrives... Thursday morning, bright and new. It's my date day with Connor, then Friday is my movie night with the guys, but mostly it's my fuck night with Robby. He's driving his Dad's pickup truck again tomorrow night and that means we're most likely gonna be doing the nasty in that truck before the night is over. I groped my dick thinking that thought and then went on to think about Saturday, initially with Andy in the morning and Willie from then on... with those thoughts in my head I got a familiar idea... I'll do a little jackin' the beanstalk action right now. I'm in the bathroom getting ready for school so I get my dick out and stroke it thinking again about fucking Robby, and then about getting fucked by Willie. I'm also thinking, for the thousandth time, I might be over sexed, but I don't care anymore if I am. Watching my reflection in the mirror I jerked-off mostly thinking about Willie fucking me and soon enough... oh, ahhh, oh oh... my fist flying up and down the shaft of my boner... here it cums! Up from my nuts shoots a hard streak of cum splashing into the back of the sink, me blowing a spit laden exhale through my tightly closed lips, two more strokes and another string of creamy teen cum, then another. I'm grunting and breathing hard, oh my God... nice strokes now, slowing down... whoa! Nice. Then I plop down on the toilet seat and found myself thinking the same thing about myself that Chubby wondered about himself last night... am I a perve. I don't care if I'm over-sexed, but I don't want to be a pervert. I worry too much about sex, that's all. I think I'm OK, and that's what I'm gonna go with for now... that I'm OK. Fifteen minutes later I'm outside leaning up against our Jeep, waiting for Chubby. It's a bright sunny day and I'm feeling fine... my teeth are brushed, my hair is combed, my face is washed, got some deodorant on, jerked-off real nice there in my bathroom... I'm good to go. When Chubby comes down the steps I hug him and say, "It always makes me happy to see you..." He looks started... hell, I was a bit startled myself because I hadn't planned to do that, it just happened. He mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan, me too... you really are the best best-friend ever" and after that we talked about the Red Sox, Yankees game... I told him what happened after he fell asleep. The hug and my declaration of affection was instinctive on my part, I somehow knew something was needed to bridge the gap between last night's over-the-top foot fetish talk and today. It helped Chubby and I avoid an awkward start to our day and allowed us to experience the normal day at high school that followed. After school I spent some time in The Eagle's office dealing with my senior editor duties. Almost finished with that, I caught a glimpse of Connor walking into the classroom outside the little office I use. He looked like he always looks, but something's different now. I'm developing feelings for him, not the casual ones about him being sexy in the abstract, but personal ones. I like him and admire him... admire the responsible manner he handles living with a drug dependent mother and his ability to do it with a positive attitude. I've never heard him say a negative thing or complain in any way about his mother or, for that matter, complain about anything else. He did mention once that her addiction to cocaine is one she's constantly trying to break, but so far she's always succumbed to the lure of the drug, and back-slides. He says it's not so much that she needs the period of feeling good that the drug initially provides, but rather it's about the relief from withdrawal pangs. It's a strange new world to contemplate... for me anyhow. Connor must always be under a type of strain, worrying about his mother, that I can barely imagine, although looking at him right now he seems happy and upbeat. Willie's always happy and upbeat too of course, but why wouldn't he be, he has every thing he's ever wanted. Connor has two shirts for Christ sakes, he switches from white to blue and then back to the white one. He must need to wash one every night. Willie and Connor are at opposite ends of the economic scale and find themselves in these circumstances purely by happenstance, neither one of them had anything to do with it... it's just the way it is. I can't help staring at Connor through the office window for a minute... he's talking to a girl I don't know, a smile on his face as usual. Damn, he's sure looking cute today, so handsome too. After a bit I wave at him to get his attention, then motion, indicating he should come in... he fools around doing that thing where he points at himself and then looks behind him like, "you mean me?" Naturally there wasn't anyone behind him, I smile and shake my head "yes, you... numbnuts". He says goodbye to the girl who reaches out to touch his arm and I'm thinking, "Don't get your hopes up, sweetie... you don't got what he's looking for". Into my office he comes, still with the big smiles... "Ready for some bowling?" he asks. I say, "Oh yeah, that too... but right now I'm going to put this big book away on the top shelf again and I need you here to stand behind me and save me in case I fall over like I did last week". He goes, "Oh yeah, I remember... be careful, that's a big-ass book". He gets behind me then with his arms out in an exaggerated manner and as soon as I lift the Thesaurus book over my head and slide it onto the shelf Connor does the same thing he did last week, he wraps his arms around mine trapping them on either side of my head for a tight squeeze. After a second squeeze he drops his arms down to hug around my chest with the side of his face against the side of my head, this time it was a true hug with an extra tight squeeze just before letting go of me. Jesus, he gets me hot. I was actually a little short of breath saying, "You're going to need to be here to act as my lifeguard every time I put that fucking book away, dude". Still standing behind me he says, "In that case I better practice" and he hugged me again, lowering his head this time so that his cheek was against mine. We stayed like that for maybe five seconds before he raised his right hand to put the palm on my forehead, lifting my bangs and then running his fingers back through my hair holding my head back against his shoulder, quietly saying, "Don't you ever get a haircut?" In a husky voice I answered, "Hey, you stole my line... that's what I always say to you". One arm still around my chest, me docile in his grasp, he ran his fingers through my hair again saying, "Seriously dude, you got some awesome hair here" My entire body was resting back against him now as I mumble, "I'm getting it cut short, a faux hawk on Saturday". Connor let go of me then, saying, "Oh, that'll look cool". Neither of us were looking directly at one another now as it was slightly uncomfortable after the hugging and all. I closed the closet door, then straightened the desk top saying, "OK, let's go bowling". To be saying something, Connor goes, "Wait, first I gotta tell you a joke so you can say what you always say... that it can't be printed." and he tells this short joke... An old guy hobbles into an ice cream parlor, drags himself over to the counter and struggles mightily getting up on the stool, grunting and groaning with the effort... finally, with a pained expression on his face, he orders a banana split. The teenage boy behind the counter asks, "Crushed nuts" and the old man wheezes out, "No, bad arthritis...". I groaned, smiling. Connor's looking at me with those big dark blue eyes open wide, his face full of mirth. "Bad?" he asks. It was pretty bad, but it got us through the awkwardness caused by the hugging and so forth. To be a smart-ass I said I didn't get it, but I'll asked the faculty advisor what she thinks about it. Connor's like, "Cooool... great idea!" My dick was still firm as we walked to my Jeep so I slipped my hands in my pockets to adjust things down there. This was the second time today a potentially awkward situation was avoided, this morning with Chubby and just now with Connor... is it just me or do these things happen to everyone? During the ride to the bowling alley we talked about our fast approaching graduation and I learned Connor is attending Community college, he'll need to use public transportation commuting from home. That made me feel sad for him because a major part of the college experience is living away from home and in Connor's case that would be a bigger deal than for most kids! I bit my tongue and didn't let on that I felt sorry for him. I was becoming very fond of him and felt it was so unfair that he doesn't even have as much opportunity as Chubby and me, never mind kids like Willie and Andy...I guess it's true, money talks and bullshit walks. Inside the bowling alley we did last week's routine about wearing rented bowling shoes... the one where I'm anal about putting on shoes other guys have worn and supposedly infected with their germs. Wearing used shoes is kind of yucky actually, but we had a laugh about it. My bowling didn't improve any even though Connor gave me a number of new lessons. We were really getting comfortable with our bodies touching by now, he's got a great body for touching too. Half way through the third string Connor actually made a backdoor strike which we'd talked about last week, but hadn't mentioned today until now. He says, "Yes! A backdoor strike... you're the one who probably wants one of those even more than me, right?" Damn, that's a risque double entendre if I've ever heard one. I say, "Yeah, I would, as a matter of fact". After the bowling we opted out of pizza and stopped at a Burger King instead. As teenage boys we needed a little sustenance to hold us over until dinner. While eating we mostly kept the conversation casual, like... "do you know so and so?", or "did you see this movie or that movie?" and we discussed current rock tunes, that sort of thing. It's like we didn't want to end our date but we couldn't pull the trigger on some serious talk like... "lets do something gay together, dude". I finally said, "We're close to my place, wanna see my palatial condo?" He's all for it so we leave Burger King and drive to my place with our conversation getting more stilted the closer we got to it. When we get there I have the jitters about how to proceed so I say, "You mind if I have a cigarette?" Connor's like, "No, not at all. Can I bum another one off ya?" So we smoked a cigarette like it's our last one before the firing squad, it don't take long to smoke a cigarette and the moment of reckoning is fast approaching... I mean, the two of us are going to be in my bedroom soon, then what? I flick my butt being careful not to hit Connor... it bounces off his sneaker with him grinning, thinking I did it on purpose. He flicked his off my sneaker too and, of course, his was on purpose. Inside the condo I take him on a little tour, Connor's going, "Sweet, nice, cool..." like that. He's a real likable kid. He especially liked our finished basement with the big television, the last place I showed him was my bedroom saying, "If you feel you'll be safe, we can hang out in my bedroom for a while." He goes, "I feel safe... maybe too safe" and chuckling we go in. Seating arrangements were the reverse of when we were in Connor's bedroom, he sat at my desk and I sat on the edge of my bed. My barber equipment was visible in the open desk drawer so we talked about that a little bit, about me giving haircut to a few friends. Connor's last haircut was the free one from Jay, he wants me to give him his next haircut and I say, "Oh swell, I'll hold my breath... you get a haircut every year or two" and he says, "No really, a couple of weeks. Can you give me a faux hawk? I think they're cool." I nod "Yeah, OK". We're both silent for a bit, Connor coughs and says, "Awkward..." I clear my throat, then say, "Um... did you know I'm gay, I'm in the closet mostly, but... ya know, I am gay". He actually gulped, a for real gulp, not a pretend one. He goes, "Oh, I guess I did... I don't care, I still like you... as a friend, ya know?" He is just so attractive... I remembered what he'd said last week about a really strong attraction that I think he meant he had for me. With that in mind, but still not putting him on the spot, I mumbled, "Did ya ever, you know... mess around with another guy or anything?" He shakes his head "no" and I say, "Did ya ever want to?" and he nods his head "yes" so I say "Ya wanna mess around with me, now?" My heart was beating so hard it was scary, I've never ventured out into no-mans land like this before. Connor quietly asks, "What would we do...?" His face was very pink, it was strange the way we were both looking each other right in the eyes as we're quietly mumbling these rarely spoken words. I said, "How about a kiss...?" He coughed again and a barely audible "OK" follows the cough, but he wouldn't move so I slowly walked over to him, took his head between my hands and kissed his lips... he kissed back with just his lips, a quiet little moan slipped out too. Pulling away slightly, still holding his head and maintaining eye contact, I say, real low... "That was nice, Connor" and we kissed again, longer this time and now Connor has his arms around my neck. The third kiss was a wet one and involved our tongues, he tried doing whatever I did, but he wouldn't initiate anything. I don't believe he knows how to make-out... probably hasn't ever made-out before in his life, he's learning as we go along. After that first major wet kiss I said, "Let's lay on my bed..." I took his hand and pulled him over. Taking everything slowly we made-out for ten minutes or so until Connor mumbles, "Please wait a minute Dylan, this is so embarrassing but I'm about to cum in my pants." I said, "Take it out and I'll suck you off..." He says, "I'm not sure I can do that". I say, "Try Connor, if you say stop, I'll stop". He says, "Can you do it... can you take it out for me...?" I undid his pants, struggled to get them below his balls, then his jockey underpants. Connor's head lay on my pillow as I moved down the bed toward his cock. Breathing irregularly, he appears very aroused... his cock is cut, bone hard, about the size of mine... real nice looking penis, actually. Modest pubic patch, regular sized nuts in a hairless sack...very clean look to his whole package. There was precum at his pee slit which I was anxious to taste, but I was still taking everything slowly. My eyes at the top of their sockets I maintained eye contact with Connor as I took hold of his boner and slowly and gently wiped the precum off on my tongue... no taste. Connor took in a wheezy long breath and said, "Ohh...". Closing my lips around his cock I tongued the head and began stroking and sucking that yummy cock. Connor had closed his eyes when I closed my lips on his cock, both his hands on my head, all his fingers in my hair, a hissing sound coming from between his lips. He exploded cum into my mouth in less than two minutes, lots of creamy cum which I sucked down my throat. He was going, "Ooh... ooh... ooh..." pulling my hair and thrashing around on the bed. When no more cum was coming I took my mouth away, stroking his cock a few more times before saying, "See, you can do it..." He's like totally out of breath, but smiling his brilliant smile. He says, "Oh fuck, I never spunked that hard before... Jesus H Christ! That felt good..." I was pulling his pants back up for him, he buttoned them asking, "You do that a lot, do ya?" I say, "Not really, Connor. I have a boyfriend who you saw me with at the Celtic game. I see him only every other week, I do it for him if he wants". I didn't want to confuse the issue by mentioning any other boys, and Connor didn't probe. He quietly says, "I'm gay too, Dylan. I know I am, but it's a hard thing to say out loud. You're the first person I ever said it to and this is actually the only gay thing I've ever done. I've thought about it a lot though. When I met you this year at the paper I got this wicked crush on you. Look at me, right now I'm blushing like a fucking girl..." He was blushing alright, blushing to beat the band, really dark red now... cute. I go, "I'm attracted to you too, isn't it obvious?" He goes, "Yeah, it is, which is why I was hoping you'd start something for us because hugging you was all I could come up with, although I wanted to do much more because... you know, you're, oh God... can I get this out? You're... you're so wicked cute! Shit, I do sound like a fucking broad, a girl with a crush, or something". We're still laying on top of my bed, I squeezed the back of his neck ruffling his hair, then rubbed up the back of his head, silky hairs running through my fingers as I quietly said, "You don't sound anything like a girl, you sound like me... a gay boy who's brave enough to confide in another gay boy that he's cute." He turns his head to look at me then and I added, "Ya know, you're wicked cute too, right?" Connor goes, "Well, I was hoping you'd mention that" and we chuckled. Connor then says, "Lets kiss some more... if that's OK.." I say, "Sure..." and we kissed and touched each others bodies, not touching our dicks yet, just our asses and backs and playing with each other's hair... feeling each other. It was sweet more than anything else, well... sexy too, but not high heat. We eventually needed to break it up because Connor had to get home for dinner. For myself, I was looking forward to a much needed jerk-off, but first I need to drive Connor home. On the ride to his house he told me he feels really funny/odd about what we did, but at the same time, he feels really good about it too. He hinted around for me not to tell anyone and obviously I promised I wouldn't... I said, "Why would you think I'd discuss this with anyone? No way Connor, whatever happens between the two of us, stays between the two of us". Sitting in the Jeep parked at the curb outside his apartment building Connor was back to his usual humorous way when he says, "Thanks, Dylan... the bowling was great." No mention of anything else... I'm smirking at him until he adds, "And oh yeah, the blow job was OK too." I just smiled at him... then he switched his persona to an unusually serious one, especially for him, mumbling, "If you want, I'll try to return the favor sometime... you know, if you'll help me through it." I patted his shoulder and said, "That will be awesome, Connor. Thanks..." He opened the door, hesitated, then said, "It should be more like me thanking you, Dylan!... you don't know how big a deal this is to me. I mean um... well, thanks..." He slams the car door then, and back to being mischievous he says, real fast, "I still got a crush on you, so ya better watch out..." and walking away he leaves me with another of his beautiful smiles, then a wave as he's near his apartment building. I watched him go until a car behind me blows it's horn, checking my rearview mirror I see a pimp-mobile behind me waiting to take my parking spot. The two black dudes inside the car look like bling-central, they also looked like a lot of trouble so I pulled away. Normally someone blowing their horn at me, there gonna get the finger, but in this case discretion wins out over bravado. At home I had a nice wank in my bedroom thinking about Connor, he had me pretty hot to start with so I popped-off fast. I could have had him get me off somehow, but didn't want to push things too fast... sort of like with Ray, don't want to scare him off. Anyway, I'm pretty confident Connor and I will find the time to expand our buddy sex. Friday in school I spotted Connor as soon as Chubby and I walked through the front entrance. Squeezing the back of Chubby's neck I say, "See ya at lunch, bro..." then turned around and Connor was right there smiling. I think he was actually waiting for me but wanted it to seem like a coincidence we bumped into each other. Putting his arm around my shoulders he squeezed them and with his head close to my ear, said "I had a fabulous time bowling Dylan, couldn't stop thinking about it all night. Can we go bowling again this afternoon? ... um, so I can pay you back... you know, for everything?" Jesus! What a sexy kid. We found a spot where we could lean against random lockers, kids bustling by in the busy corridor, the sides of our bodies touching... he's got this wicked nice smell about him, and he looks so fucking clean... it's that complexion of his, so pure, like Robby's. I go, "Gee, I'd truly love to Connor but I need to work after school today, sorry." He looked disappointed "Oh yeah, you told me you worked at Stop and Shop... next week then?" I leaned against him and said, "Absolutely Connor, I had a great time bowling too! Monday at lunch, we'll make our plans." He's nodding his head saying, in kind of a desperate manner "Can you come in the bathroom with me? Maybe nobody's in there and we can... um, do something maybe." Nobody being in the boy's lavatory is highly unlikely, but I go, "Let's go see..." and we fight our way around the corner and slip into the boys room where naturally the place is crawling with guys pissing and yelling, a couple guys in a toilet stall puffing on a dubie, duh!... I say, "No luck... hey, I'll see ya later, Connor... you rock, dude!" he smiles and says, "What an ass I am..." and he mimics himself saying "maybe nobody's in there". Chuckling at himself he goes over to take a pee as I'm going back out through the swinging door thinking, ya know what, I can't stand the smell of pot. In homeroom Robby is waiting for me which makes me feel good all over, all my gay friends make me feel special and I feel lucky for knowing them. A few minutes ago Connor had my dick firming up and now Robby's finishing the job. He gives me the hug, handshake, and pat on the back but it's different from the way most guys do it with me... when Robby does it his crotch grinds into mine, most guys keep their crotch back when they do the quick hug. After that greeting I need to sit right down at my desk to try inconspicuously to get my boner sideways in my shorts so it's not so obvious. Robby sits backward in his seat, facing me, he's also playing with himself, and very excited about tonight... so am I. We only have a couple of minutes to talk about it before attendance is taken and then the bell sounds starting another Friday for us seniors in Framingham High. Robby and me, at the same time, say "See you at lunch, dude". Walking to my first class I'm thinking... I'm definitely in love with Robby. Ya know, it's wonderful how my new sex buddy Connor can get me hot, but when I'm with Robby I realize it's a totally different kind of heat... the sexual heat generated by Robby is much different, love changes everything. If I could, I'd become part of Robby, be one with him so we can always be together, me experiencing life exactly like he's experiencing it... but where would that leave me and Willie? I'm in love with Willie too... that's true, but lately I'm beginning to be aware of something... it's love for both, but the love is different and although I can't articulate the difference right now, I know there is a difference. I'm only at the guessing stage right now, but it might be more of a sex-related love for Willie, and more of a personal kind of love for Robby... I could be wrong, but I'm noticing more and more things about love the longer I'm in love. And as for which one do I love the most, I don't know anymore... it used to be Willie, but now I can't say for sure. This is the kind of thing I thought about throughout the entire first period class... love and sex with Robby and Willie. I had a nice boner in my pants the entire time too. When the bell sounded at the end of class I still hadn't reached any new conclusions, I still loved them both... but differently. It's thrilling to daydream about my two boyfriends... yes, I meant to say thrilling because for me it's exactly that. Before third period I was at my locker dropping off a couple of books when I accidentally back into Miguel Flores. Miguel's a Junior with a bad attitude, and to make matters worse he hates me. He doesn't have a reason to hate me, but he thinks he does. The last two years Miguel has been a reporter for The Eagle, our school newspaper, but unfortunately he became academically ineligible at the beginning of last semester. Apparently he was flunking at least one subject and everyone needs to maintain their grades to participate in extra curricular activities whether it be the school newspaper, football team, acting in the school musical, whatever. I was told to take back Miguel's reporters credentials and when I broke the news to him he went totally ape-shit. Actually the faculty advisor should have been the one to tell him the bad news but she isn't really into the newspaper, she just goes through the motions mostly so she gave me the dirty job of confronting Miguel. Ever since then he blames me, no amount of rational explanations could change his mind. He's Hispanic and his newspaper articles were from that perspective... a Hispanic student's experience in high school, with English as a second language. They were insightful articles, but rules are rules. Anyway, he and I got into a name calling thing in my office, then a shoving match, and finally he sucker punched me in the balls before storming out of the office. This was a month before my car accident and coma... I had a stretch of bad luck there for a while. Miguel's a stocky kid a year younger than me, maybe five foot eight inches tall and street tough. He's dark complected, not blessed with the creamy tannish skin I admire so much in most Hispanic boys, but never-the-less he's still quite good looking. Dark eyes and hair... nice facial features, especially his cute mouth, but the main thing about him is this big chip he carries around on his shoulder... it dominates who he is. Not an easy person to get to know, not that he's ever seemed particularly interested in trying to make new friends and that's especially true if you're a guero like me, a fair skinned blond-haired boy. So he got me with a hard punch to my nuts and left me in the office doubled over in a lot of pain and on the verge of vomiting. Getting a clean punch to your nuts brings thoughts of anything else to a complete halt, you think only of your nuts although there might be room for a little worry about throwing-up. Slowly, without tossing my cookies, I was eventually able to straighten up, but he'd definitely gotten me good. I'm not a squealer so he escaped the suspension he would have received if I'd reported the fight, not that he sent me a thank you note or anything like that. As a matter of fact, three weeks later in the boys room we got into another fight, mostly wrestling this time and he got the best of me that time too although he did wind-up with a bloody lip when I got a lucky swinging elbow through to his face early on. It was the fucking headlock that did me in though... I couldn't break free and that's when he got in some roundhouse punches to my face. Black eye and swollen lip, that sort of thing. Chubby wanted revenge, wanted the two of us to go get Miguel, but it had been a fair fight and ya can't win em' all, so I insisted we forget about it. Now, almost three months later, I back into him and knock his books on the floor and he's pitching a fit. Lately there's been mostly good things going on in my life, but shit does happen, ya know? Like that horror show with Jake for example, so life has good things for you but also includes pain-in-the-ass things of varying degree that can most definitely ruin a guy's day. All the kids in the hall hurrying from one class to another made it difficult for Miguel to retrieve his books, they were being kicked around a little, him screaming in Spanish, then yelling at me, "You did that on purpose, Newman! I'm gonna kick your trolo ass again". He doesn't know I'm gay, he calls me that to insult me although it doesn't insult me one bit. I stayed calm saying, "That was an accident and you know it, but I'm ready for your shit anytime of the day or night." He was on the other side of the corridor picking up the last book, still furious, "You pussy, where the fuck ya going...?" I yell back, "To class dickhead, where ya think I'm going" a teacher from somewhere yells, "Watch the cursing, people!!". Ain't this just great! ... now I got this asshole Miguel to worry about. Well, I haven't had my ass kicked since the last time he did it, what the hell ya gonna do? It's part of life although sometimes it seems like I ain't got no luck at all, except in sex... gotta admit I've been plenty lucky there. Late for third period class naturally, but the teacher's a tiny bit later that me so I get away with it. A substitute teacher today, he comes in fifteen seconds after me so I'm good... still, I only had time to squeeze the back of Elliot's neck and say "hi, hottie" before plopping down at my desk.... usually we talk for a couple of minutes. Elliot was like, "Ah, I got something to tell ya, Dylan... where were you?" but the teacher's here now, calling for order so Elliot writes me a note and hands it over when the teacher's back is turned. It reads... Jay and I finally did it last night... it was awesome!!!! I'm thinking good for you guys, but then another thought... adios my cute, redheaded fuck buddy. Damn! just when we were feeling comfortable with each other too, and what a cool make-out Elliot is... I'll miss that, he tastes good. Jay's so lucky... what was I just saying about being lucky in my own sex life...? The substitute teacher's writing his name on the chalk board now, Elliot looks back to me beaming so hard I had to feel good for him... he's got it bad for Jay obviously... oh what the hell I got my own boyfriends, he should have his too. I give him a big smile with two thumbs up and he flashes me the V for victory sign except I realize somehow that he means two as in twice, they did it twice last night... now I am jealous, but not really. I should feel good about myself, those two came to me a month ago with that phobia problem and I helped them resolve it. Hmmm, OK that's the plus side, but so far in the last ten minutes I've lost a fuck buddy and got myself into a situation where I'll probably need to have a fist fight with that tough ass Miguel Flores before the day's over... oh goody. Not too cool, but what can I do about either situation except accept it for what it is. So much of life is like that, but fuck! why me? After class on our way to the cafeteria Elliot is bubbling over with the news of his sexual success with Jay, "It was like you said, Dylan... it's really hot when your boyfriend does you. His dick fits me even better than yours does... oh it was perfection. I did kinda miss that feeling of spunk shooting up my ass though... Jay needs the condom still, but someday we'll be able to do it the real way, ya know... without the condom." Elliot's obviously making a lot of progress communicated within our little circle of friends, but he's really not making me feel real good here at the moment. I'm happy for him though... really, I am! He says, "I gotta keep my excitement level down with the guys at the lunch table or they'll wonder what's up... only you, me, and Jay know about any of this and, ah.. you kept our secret, right?" I go, "Of course I did, I'll keep it forever actually... no one will hear about it from me." Even though Jay's doing him now and Elliot's loving it I was still on the verge of asking him if he thinks he and I might still do some buddy sex sometime, but thank God I controlled myself and didn't do that. I'm not a sex maniac, ya know... not yet anyway. I patted Elliot on the back of his head and whispered, "I'm wicked happy for you, dude!", then got in the sandwich line feeling a bit down... today kinda sucks so far. Last night Connor and I made out and I got to suck his cock for about ninety seconds, which was good for sure, but his main concern then was that nobody know about it, and now that's Elliot's major concern too. What is it, do I have a reputation as someone who tells tales out of school? That's ridiculous, of course I don't. No, it's not that... the truth is it's just a natural thing for gay boys to worry about keeping the fact they're gay a secret. Jay and Willie being exceptions to that general rule... why is there such a stigma attached to being gay? It's as much a part of nature as being born left handed or being born able to sing or with red hair or with anything... After lunch, before study hall, I told Chubby about my run in with Miguel and he's like, "I've got your back Dylan, but don't embarrass yourself and lose another fight to him". I go, "Gee Chubby, thanks for all the encouraging words.." and he counters with, "Hey, I wanted to pay that dickhead back the last time he kicked your ass, but you didn't want anything to do with it and you see where that's got you". The bell rings and I start my English Lit homework, then stop to consider what Chubby just said. Maybe he's right, that prick Miguel doesn't respect me for not squealing on him, he thinks I didn't report him because I was afraid to. There are situations that arise that you just can't win, any choice you make has a negative component to it. Ok, we'll try it another way... it's obvious from past history that Miguel's probably going to win at least eight out of ten fights between the two of us for the simple reason he's tougher than me and there's no shame in admitting that. He's not tougher than Chubby and me together though so we'll kick his ass together and see what the consequences of that are. Probably Miguel gets two of his buds, and the three of them will kick the shit out of Chubby and me, then we'll get Robby and Dodger to help and the four of us kick the shit out of the three of them, then they'll... see what I mean. But, on the other hand, maybe Miguel will take his beating like I've taken mine and say, "OK, we're even, who needs anymore of this shit...?" No Miguel sightings the rest of the day so this thing will be hanging over my head into Monday. Ready to head for home, I'm suppose to be waiting for Chubby, my bodyguard, but Miguel isn't around and Ricky will be with Chubby when he does gets here, and I don't like Ricky, so fuck it. I take a chance and walk out the door. Just outside the main entrance, standing where I couldn't see him from inside, was Miguel alongside his homeboy Javier Lopez. Obviously they're waiting for me, they were looking real bad with their long billed black caps jutting out to the side of their heads. Javier is a senior in my Chemistry class, smart kid but we've never spoken. He speaks to me now though, "Get your ass over here, chocho." I have the strongest urge to look behind me for Chubby, but I know he's not there. He went to meet Ricky and couldn't be back this quickly, plus I'd look like a wuss if I turned around. I'd rather get my ass kicked than lose face, so I go, "Why didn't ya get your whole fucking gang to do your fighting for you, Miguel?" He just nodded his head that I should join them around the corner, ironically in that same alcove Connor and I were in when he had sand in his eye. I'm certainly not running, so I follow them, my heart beating but I'm not really scared, mostly I'm pissed I gotta do this for no good reason. I'm also concentrating on everything around me, my goal is to at least sneak in a couple of good shots before getting overwhelmed by the two of them. The three of us standing in the alcove, Javier says, "Go ahead, Miguel..." Speaking quickly, in one long string of words, Miguel says to me, "You been dissing me man and now it's time we learn you a lesson once and for all, motherfucker... you do not diss me." In a fight I try to do something unexpected, try to get in the first blow. Unfortunately that appears be Miguel's M.O. as well because in my office he did it before I could, he got in the first unexpected blow when he punched my balls... it was one and done that time. Then in the lavatory, after I got lucky with my elbow hit to his mouth, he went right for the headlock and I was done in again, so I stayed on high alert this time staring at their body language, watching for an opening. A kick in either of their nuts is obviously my best chance to score. The alcove is fairly secluded so there isn't the usual group of fellow student-ghouls urging bloodshed that circle most schoolyard fights. I'm standing close to the two of them... Javier, being a senior, appears to be the lead spokesman for their team, he says, "First off, you apologize for dissing my homeboy here and we might go a little easier on ya... let's hear it." I say, "Fuck you Javier, I got nothing to apologize for. In the first place it wasn't me who..." That's as far as I got before Javier smacked my face with the fast moving back of his hand... which is the last thing I expected him to do. I couldn't even react I was so taken by surprise, he says, "We don't need to hear your bullshit, fajine... just your apology..." He was real calm, not even breathing hard. I could see that Miguel was like me, we're both agitated, heart pumping, breathing fast, faces flushed. When I didn't say anything immediately Javier smacked my face again, this time a fast smack across my face with the palm of his hand, blood burst inside my mouth. I dived on Javier a fraction of a second after that second smack knocking him over backwards. I was a wreathing ball of energy and motion, clawing at his face, kneeing him his groin then, getting a fist full of his hair and yanking and yanking with him screaming Spanish at me... all along I was managing to maintain my position on top of him. Miguel was standing beside me wildly wailing away with his fist hitting my head, shoulders and back... I was so high on adrenaline I hardly noticed. Then a wild roundhouse punch got me on the side of my jaw and I found myself on my back, laying on the cement walkway, both of them swinging away at me now. I got my body in as tight a ball as possible expecting the worse, but soon felt nothing... what I heard was skin connecting with skin, peaking out of my human ball I saw Chubby and Ricky throwing fists. Jumping up I got on the back of that fuckhead Javier, who didn't have anything to do with this in the first place. My legs were impeding his ability to fight back and Chubby hammered fist after fist into his gut, right in the softest spot of his belly. That lasted about twenty seconds when a thin stream of vomit poured out of Javier's mouth, Chubby jumping back, me jumping off Javier's back. He went down on his knees, gaging on more puke so I kneed him in the side of his head and over he goes. The three of us work over Miguel for a minute or so, then lose interest... we're not murders after all and he'd gotten into the same human ball as I'd been in earlier so you can't get in good punches. Breathing deeply and beginning to feel aches and pains now that the adrenaline is abating, I bumped knuckles with Chubby asking, "What took ya so long to get here, dude?" Ricky talks over me, saying "I've wanted to get that fucken spick Lopez since sophomore year, what a wise ass he is... thinks he's smarter than everybody else." I'm thinking that Javier is definitely smarter than you, Ricky... nearly everyone is, but I keep that to myself cause Ricky could kick Chubby's and my ass combined. Chubby had blood under his nose and a nasty looking bruise on his chin. As for me, the slightest movement of my chin hurt my jaw bone under my ears... hurt like hell, there are other spots hurting on me at the moment but I know most of them will fade away quickly. In that subservient way he uses when speaking to Ricky, Chubby says, "Thanks for the help, Ricky, I owe ya..." Ricky says, "You already owe me, Jeffrey ... don't ya?" Chubby avoided eye contact but nodded his head "yes"... I shook my head in disgust because Chubby doesn't act that way with anybody else. I'm looking over at Miguel now, but he had nothing to say... he was sitting on the ground leaning against the cement wall with his legs splayed out in front of him, his hands at his side. I went over and kneeled down to talk to him face to face, "How long we gonna keep doing this Miguel? You know, you don't even have a reason to be mad at me and this shit keeps getting worse and worse... all for nothing." He didn't have his usual bad-ass attitude, he goes, "You kicked me off the paper, I loved seeing my shit printed in that paper". "How many times I gotta tell you, it wasn't me who kicked you off, it was Mrs Roth, the Vice Principal. She told my faculty advisor you flunked a course or two and that's why you were kicked off... I didn't have a fucking thing to do with it." It was like a light went on in his head, the look in his eyes told me he finally got it. "You're the senior editor, so I thought... you mean it was that cunt Roth?" I told him it wasn't personal, not just him, any kid with failing grades is prohibited from participating in extra curricular stuff at school... that is, until they bring the grades up to an acceptable level. He's like, "My Math grade is good this semester, you mean I can get back on the paper now?" I'm like, "Yeah, you got passing grades, no problem... I'll check it out for you and have you writing your shit again for the next edition... you write good." He almost said, "Thank you" but changed it to, "thank, think I can start Monday?" I told him I'd check first thing Monday morning. Then I go, "Here, I'll give ya a hand up" and I reach out, he takes my hand and with me pulling he gets to his feet. Javier is up on his knees looking at us, he says to Miguel, "You mean you got my ass kicked for the wrong reason, Miguel?" and Miguel actually laughs and says, "Hey, I didn't know the dude wasn't fucking with me... it's only a fucking misunderstanding ... we're cool." Miguel lights a cigarette as Javier's shaking his head mumbling, "Somebody says somebody owes them one, well you owe me one Miguel... you owe me motherfucking two actually... gimme a smoke, man". They didn't seem to mind getting their asses kicked... so maybe that's what they respect, force. Ricky says, "Well I'll be a son of a bitch, all this for nothing... what kind of a cluster fuck you get me involved in Jeffrey? Let's go, get your ass in gear, we gotta get to work..." Chubby hustled over to Ricky, waved at me saying, "see ya tonight, Dylan... glad everythings cool". Ricky never even acknowledged me, we've never hit it off. Guess he helped with the fight because he's been looking for a reason to get at Javier for the past two years. It certainly had nothing to do with me, I'm sure of that. Now it's just me, Miguel, and Javier standing together again and I'm thinking I better solidify our bonding so I say, "OK, just for the record I apologize for any dissing I inadvertently did toward you two fine individuals... now can I have one of your fucking cigarettes?" Miguel laughs again, hands me a cigarette and says, "If you apologized in the first fucking place you could have saved yourself a beating, dude". I go, "Yeah, but then I would have saved you from getting your beating too, and you needed one because this whole mess is your fucking fault". They both smirked and we stood there smoking and talking for ten more minutes. I'm going to be late for work now, but it's worth it to mend a few fences. It's been my experience that often you become sorta friends with guys you've been in a fight with... mutual respect or something. Anyway, if nothing else, it was definitely a truce by the time I left. I stopped at home to clean up, called my asshole boss to lie about why I'm late... "I needed to take a make-up test". My face was kinda puffy, but only two real obvious bruises and no visible cuts... surprising really. There were two nasty cuts inside my mouth though, and my body is sore, particularly my left rib cage, but nothing very noticeable on the exterior. Hope it doesn't hamper me fucking Robby tonight... what am I thinking, nothing is going to get in the way of that. Truthfully, I felt good about the way the fight situation turned out, it couldn't realistically have gone any better... not when Miguel and Javier are involved. The Ricky thing was uber unexpected, but I think I've analyzed that situation correctly. As my afternoon progressed I noticing some aches, but it's not the first time I've been in a fight so I know pretty much what to expect in the way of recovery... most of the hurt subsides in the first twenty-four hours. When I arrived at work my boss gave me his routine lecture, including docking me an hour's pay and warning me to be on-time in the future, and that was it. He didn't say anything about my puffy face but as soon as Alex Cora sees me he goes, "Holy shit, were you in another car accident?" I told him about the fight, he was impressed I'd stood up to Miguel and Javier because those two have a bit of a bad-ass reputation. Joking around later Alex told me I should have recruited Elliot to help with the fight. I go, "Elliot... you're kidding?" so he told me about Elliot sucker punching him in the solar plexus. Alex wasn't bitter about it, he says "Guess I was picking on Elliot as the new kid, he really took me by surprise with that punch though". You know what, that's another example of guys becoming friends after they've been in a fight... of course, it wasn't much of a fight, but the premise is valid. Still, Elliot sucker punching Alex? Who'd a thought that? On the way home I stopped off to get a pizza for Chubby's and my dinner, then at home I took a long hot shower to sooth my aching body and to get real clean for Robby tonight. One day at a time of course, but tomorrow it's Willie and me... I can't help looking ahead a little bit and feeling excited about it. Two weeks is a long time between dates. Then I thought how funny it is that Connor and I are in the habit of calling it a date when we go bowling, and of course Willie has always called it a date whenever he and I do anything together. I'd always chalked it up to one of Willie's eccentricities, like walking with his arm around my back at my waist, but now Connor picks-up on the date thing too. Ha ha... must be something about me, but what? During the shower I shaved my scratchy pubes cause now Willie wants me to... Robby don't care if I shave them or not. Blow-drying my hair definitely got me looking forward to that haircut tomorrow, it'll be such a relief to have short hair again. Wonder if Willie will decide on flattops again this summer for all of us, Andy would be wicked cute with a flattop. It's funny how things work out sometimes... Robby was the last of us to get a flattop, he got one because I had one, and now he's the only one that still has one. God, he'd look good with any hair style but I love his all-american-boy-look with that two-tone blond flattop of his. Damn, he's hot... I'm hoping to drag-out our fuck tonight, stretch it out a little longer than usual because we both definitely cum too fast. Maybe if we fucked more often we could hold off our climaxes and extend the pleasure. Oh well, once school is out we've promised each other we're going to be sex maniacs together and I can hardly wait for that. The hot shower helped, I wasn't feeling too bad considering the circumstances. Nice to know Miguel isn't my enemy any longer, I like to keep my enemy's list as near to zero as possible. Without having an exact reason for doing so, I put Ricky on my enemy's list a long time ago... there used to be four or five names on there, but he's the only one currently on it. Jake isn't on it any longer because I don't see him as a danger to me now, actually he's more like an asset since he owes me a major favor. Chubby sticks his head in the front door as I'm preheating the oven and says, "I gotta take a quick shower Dylan, then I'll be right back down for pizza. How ya feeling, dude... your face looks better than it did earlier." I go, "I'm OK, how bout you?" He say, "No problem, we should get in a fight once a month or so... it's a rush. See ya later..." The front door slams, he's incapable of shutting doors, they must be slammed or Chubby's not happy. It made me smile, then remembering our sleep over tonight I thought, "Oh shit, I really hate ruining it with the third degree about the black-and-blue ass, but I'm going to do it anyway". Tonight is going to be the night I find out what's up with pricky Ricky... find out what's up with Chubby's submissive behavior around Ricky too. Ten minutes later Chubby bounced in and gave me a hug, his hair still damp against my cheek. "Fucking chin is sore, that's about it though... we won that fight partner" he says, then lets go of me. Jesus, he has a great tight body, his touch made be shiver, shiver in a good way. I put the pizza in the oven saying, "yeah, we kicked ass and the best part is now they both like us, go figure." Chubby's like, "They're still dicks though. What kind of pizza we got tonight?" I tell him we're having a large mushroom pizza with cokes to drink... we both know that after the movie we'll probably eat again at Wendys. Chubby and I eat a lot of food but we burn it all up, we're still slim... some might say skinny. When we'd eaten every drop of pizza Chubby says, "How bout we take care of shaving before the movies, we got time." We don't have a whisker between the two of us, and we stopped shaving our legs months ago... the shaving he's referring to is for our pubes, we've come to like the feel and the look of shaved pubes. I say, "Jeez Chubby, you haven't wanted to do that for the longest time, I shaved mine earlier in the shower." Without explaining why he hasn't wanted to do it recently, he says "Oh, well would you mind doing mine for me... and, um... if you want you can wank me off too. You seem to like doing that." This is new, we've never mentioned the word wank or jerking-off or any of the other words describing masturbation, we would say something like "ya want me to finish you off?" ... like that. And, of course, Chubby has to put the slant on it like he's doing me a favor letting me jerk him off when he's obviously the horny one ... horny for something other than his own hand, which is fine by me except where was this urge of his the last few months? Hmmmm, curious. I say, "Come on downstairs, I'll take care of you as a favor to you, not me". Actually, wish I knew earlier that he was going to bring this up... I wouldn't have done it myself. It's much better when someone else does it for you, safer and sexier and all that. Chubby just mumbles, "Phat to that". In the half-bath I say, "Take your pants off Chub, I'll get the water warmed-up". We've never been shy about being naked with each other because we've been naked together since childhood, we took baths together from baby-hood till puberty and examined each other's body many times since then too. His body is as familiar to me as my own, same for mine to Chubby. He steps out of loose fitting jeans, then his jockey underwear and it hits me that I haven't seen his almost four inch cock for weeks... maybe the longest stretch of time ever. He, Dodger, and Robby all have smallish cocks, only up to four inches long but perfectly proportioned, nice looking penises actually. The tiny-dick jokes are Middle school memories nowadays... I suppose four inches is plenty of dick if you know what to do with it. Testing the flow of water to get it just the right temperature, "This is good" I say, wetting a washcloth. "Hold your shirt up, Chubby" and when he does I wet down his quarter-inch-long pubes, softening them for the shaving cream. Then it occurs to me to ask, "You been shaving these yourself?" he goes, "Huh, what... no way, I mean yeah, of course... in the shower like you said earlier." I go, "Uh-huh" as I squeeze out shaving lather and spread it all around his cock and balls. With my hand covered in lather I cup his nuts and give a little squeeze, Chubby grunts and I mumble, "Couple of hairs on your balls, Chubby... ya missed those, I'll get em' for you" and I squeezed his scrotum a little harder, Chubby say, "Ow! Don't mess around Dylan, it's Dodger's who likes his nuts squeezed, not me". We know Dodger likes the pain of crushed nuts from our adventures at the Dickers pool. I could have told Chubby that Robby likes it too, but why would I bring attention to that... ya know. Chuckling, I let go of his nuts and continue rubbing the lathered shaving cream around his crotch. When the area was saturated with the creamy substance I slid my slippery, lather-cover fist tightly around his short penis and manipulate the uncut foreskin on and off the head of his cock a few times causing Chubby to make a whistling sound blowing a long stream of air out between his lips. This is fun, I go back to rubbing around his nuts and cock and then right back to getting my fist wrapped around his stiffening penis for more strokes of foreskin until Chubby goes, "Jesus Dylan, I'm getting a boner already. Aren't ya gonna shave first, and then, you know...?" I say, "You tell me what you want first, dude" and I slid my fist up his cock, over and off the swollen head, then encircling his semi-hard cock tightly with my thumb and index finger I stroked his cock the way Chubby jerks himself off, Chubby's going, "Ahh, ahh, ahh"... I'm smiling, right on the verge of laughing out loud, then ask... "What's it going to be, Chubby...?" He grunts, "Ok, OK... you wanna do that first, fine... go ahead". I snickered quietly as Chubby's snorting out a laugh saying, "You bastard, what the hell you think I'm gonna say... you got me half ready to spunk, for christ sake.." I totally stopped playing with his cock then, he tries to ignore it but a few seconds later he says, "Well Dylan, go ahead, do it already..." I go, "Nah, I think I'll shave you first..." He's shaking his head, taking a big breath, "Oh my God, you are such a dick." Responding to that comment I stroked his cock three times fast, "Ahh ahh ahhh" and pulled my hand off again leaving his boner poking almost straight out from his groin. Three and three-quarter inch long cocks can stick straight out like that, longer ones like mine tend to slant upward. But, man-oh-man, is that ever one sexy fucking picture... Chubby, with both hands holding the bottom of his T-shirt up away from his wet lathered groin staring down past his cute innie belly button at his private parts... his really hard boner is now totally pointing straight-out from his body, his big balls hanging innocently below, everything shining with a creamy coat of shaving cream. Chubby's biting his bottom lip with a slight frown on his face as he continues gawking at his own cock, his face slightly red as he seems to be captivated by it all, perhaps it's the feel of that stiff, stiff boner of his that has his attention. Smiling to myself, I snap out of it and get down to the task at hand... sitting on the lid of the toilet seat, Chubby standing in front of me, I take a safety razor in my right hand and his boner in my left. Then, keeping his stubby boner clear of the razor, I carefully shave his pubic area as neat and clean and hairless as the day he was born. Then, with great care I shave his tan smooth scrotum getting a couple of random hairs under it in the process as well. Sad to say but I've begun noticing a couple more hairs here and there as we're getting older. Chubby's cock stays real hard throughout the shaving, but not hard as a it was, or as hard as it's gonna be again real soon. After rinsing off the razor and then Chubby's groin area and drying everything I turn my attention to jerking him off. Neither of us said a word during the shaving... it's quite a sexy thing to do so I've got a boner too, hidden in my pants. Standing-up and getting behind Chubby I get in our preferred position for jerking each other off... we first did it this way in Wildwood last summer and it's the sexiest thing ever. I'm behind him with my left arm around his waist, the palm of my hand under his T-shirt rubbing around and below his belly button, the thumb and index finger of my right hand wraps tightly around that almost four inch boner of his and I'll stroke the shaft of that tiny cock starting slow and ending-up really fast. I'm taller than Chubby by about four inches so I can look over his shoulder while I'm stroking him if I want, and I do that a sometimes, but mostly I watch the process in our reflection from the mirror above the sink. I stroke his boner slow for a minute, pick up the speed during the second minute which is about the time Chubby has his lips tightly together, his eyes staring at my hand stroking his cock. He's holding my left wrist with both hands leaning back into my body, the top of his buzzed head level with and to the side of my nose... he's always smelled wonderful to me, a smell I've loved all my life. Minute three and I'm stroking as fast as I can, he's grunting with each stroke getting ready to pop-off as he goes up on his toes, pushing back on my body hard, humping his hips and moaning, "Yes. fuck. oh oh... ahh ah.." it feels like I'm stroking a piece of steel and then a single squirt of cum like a splash of cream flies out the head of it and is immediately followed by Chubby's shout and a long thin stream of teen cum, a tight string shooting-out and splattering against the front of the sink... three more minor squirts fall to the tile floor, short of the sink... nice quantity though. From the look on Chubby's face you couldn't tell if he's in agony or ecstasy... I mean, I know which one he's feeling, but his expression could be either. A long, noisy exhale from Chubby and he mumbles, "Fuck, let me do that now, Dylan..." and he takes his dick from my hand, pulling on it himself until the sensations wind-down. My cock was real hard but I'm saving it for Robby... Chubby didn't offer to help with it anyway. His face had gotten real red while ejaculating, but when he totally calmed down the color was back to his normal creamy tannish tone and his breathing was regular again, he says... "Whoa, why'd we ever stop helping each other out with this shit? That rocked!" That's Chubby for ya, he intimates that we both decided to stop doing this. But, ya know... let him have his illusion for now, later tonight we get to the bottom of things. Chubby has always, from puberty, rationalized our behavior whenever it was unorthodox, and especially when it was gay-related. Unorthodox like the way we used to shave our legs... gay related like when we jerk each other off. Obviously you don't need to be gay to do that, but come-on, it is mostly gay. I usually enjoy his bizarre rationalizations, they're funny most of the time and they've become part of us... we have a unique friendship. I'm cleaning up Chubby's spunk with the washcloth as he's getting his pants back on. Chub's in a good mood now... he reaches over to squeeze my hand, like he always does, he's real upbeat saying, "Thanks, Dylan, that was awesome... hey, you want me to give you a haircut, like the old days, you sure need one. I owe ya a favor for tonight, so if you want me to I will". First off, I got a haircut two weeks ago when Andy and I went to Leonard, secondly Chubby never liked cutting hair so why now, but mostly I'm thinking...uh-oh, Willie would have a fit if I got a haircut from someone other than Leonard. I mumble, "Oh, that OK Chub, thanks but... um, we don't have time tonight and I don't want hair clippings down my back watching the movie anyway". He's like, "Yeah, OK... just wanted to offer, I kinda miss doing the stuff we used to do". More sentimental behavior from Chubby, very unusual, but interesting. We've put ourselves back together and are heading back upstairs when he asks, "Where do you get your haircut anyway, who the hell cuts hair like that?" I mumble, "Willie's barber. It's like a Prep school haircut... I don't like it though so I'm gonna get it cut short" ... like I have any say about it, but Chubby doesn't know any different. A little later, during the drive over to the Loop movie theater we talk a little about Willie. Chubby knows I met Willie through Larry who was my senior editor last year, and he vaguely knows Willie's rich.. he's also aware of my explanation for the sleep-overs. I explained, many months ago, that Willie and I go places like concerts, Celtic and Red Sox games, block parties and so forth... things that rich people can afford, and it's usually too late to drive home afterward or they start early Sunday... sleeping over is the most sensible way of dealing with it all. Chubby isn't the jealous type like me and he isn't around Saturday nights anyway. That's the main reason I became close friend with Willie in the first place... you know, so I'd have something to do Saturday nights. Robby and I weren't "out" to each other until the end of last summer, so it was Willie and me all summer and that set the pattern. The few times Chubby's met Willie they've gotten along fine, there isn't any resentment about Willie being rich... some kids are, most aren't, but in either case it isn't the kids, it's the kid's parents who are rich, or not. Chubby hasn't pried into my friendship with Willie anymore than I've prided into his with Ricky, but of course that's about to change. Then, in a month or two, I'll come clean to Chubby about Willie, and probably about Robby too since Robby actually wants to be out. Whatever happens Chubby and I will still be best friends, maybe more than best friends in time. We'll see. Pulling into the huge Loop Mall parking lot we get a wave from some of the guys and girls we hang with on Friday nights, and then there's Robby's big smile, looking right at me with me smiling right back trying to outdo him. My dick moves with anticipation as Chubby backs the Jeep into a parking spot. Out of the Jeep and walking toward the troops Chubby says, "Oh man, there's Sheila Burry... but who's she with" I go, "Who ?.." and then Robby's over by my side saying, "Chub dude, Dylan... wassup? Hey what happen to you guys, you look like you've been fighting..." and we're like, "Robby, sup with you?" and he goes, "Just kickin, that's all... Were you guys fighting?" We gave a quick explanation of the fight this afternoon, making it sound as if it wasn't any big thing and then Chubby goes, "Whoa Robby, that Celtics hat's fly, dude... where'd ya get that" Robby tells him about the hat and a few minutes later Chubby drifts over to the large group of kids near the front of the theater, he went right up to Sheila something-or-other... I forget what Chubby said her last name is. How's he meet these hootchies anyway? Robby and I are also heading toward the group because we need to establish ourselves there before sneaking away. While walking I described the fight with Miguel and Javier in more detail hoping to impress him. He's impressed alright, but he's also uber mad at the two Hispanic dudes. I forgot that, outside our relationship, Robby's slightly shy but he's definitely no pushover, quite the contrary, he's competitive and has a aggressive side to him especially when he's playing sports. No good can come from him confronting Miguel or Javier on my behalf so I changed the subject, asking him where he parked the pickup. Robby gets real animated now, saying, "Wait'll you see, Dylan... I got the pickup in the best freaking spot possible and man do I need you to do me up good tonight. Dude, did ya ever notice that some days you're hornier than other days?" Good, we're on a much better topic now, sex... I agreed with him about being extra horny at times, although I have no idea why that happens, just that it's happened to me too. You feel like you're crawling out of your skin for some boy-on-boy sex. I go, "Robby, I'm gonna fuck you really good tonight, but we gotta try to go longer before popping-off, you know? Make the feeling last, stretch it out..." He claims to be all for that, then as we neared the group Vinnie calls out, "Dylan, you rock.." and we do the normal greeting with the fast hug and pat on the back, then Dodger's there with all his bull shit and we're soon laughing our asses off acting the fool... but it's cool, we're mingling with the boys for some laughs. A big argument with Ryan and a couple of the guys about David Ortiz... is his career over, or is he just in a slump... all the usual bantering. A half hour later Robby and I have casually found our way inside the movie theater and then right out the other door, a little nervous and a lot excited. Out back Robby grabs both my hands in his saying, "I got a hard-on already Dylan, I've been picturing you doing me sitting up, facing each other... that's the way I want us to do it..." I chuckle and say, "Hell yeah, but if you already got a hard-on just thinking about it, we're probably not going to make our goal to stretch out the pleasure timetable, ya know?." He's giggly, saying "Fuck it! I can't wait till you fuck the cum out of me.. we'll stretch it out another time." We're at the pick-up which is completely hidden within a small pod of tractor-trailers, I go, "Yo Robby, excellent parking spot". Robby unbuttons his pants as he's unlocking the pickup, so I do too, but we leave our pants on. "You get in the passenger seat first Dylan, then I will". Thinking, can this be my Robby giving the orders here? That's about the third thing in a row he's taken the lead on. I get in with a few grunts do to some sore spots on my body from the fight, then Robby follows and awkwardly climbs up on my lap facing me, his knees on either side of my thighs. With a smirk on his adorable face his arms go immediately around my neck, my arms go around his tight thin body and we get right into a sweet make-out. Lately we've been starting out with romantic lovers kisses and working our way up to the hot sucking and tongue lapping kind of make-out. His lips are so perfect, making out is one of my top most favorite things in the world, it's so fucking sexy... two gay boys really into each other, there isn't anything sexier. We're the same height so with Robby sitting on my lap like this his head is above mine about four or five inches. I like tilting my head back with him leaning down to kiss me... it's the closest thing to Robbie taking a dominant posture we've ever experienced, so naturally it gets me hot. Perhaps he's sensing that too because he's being kinda aggressive in our making-out. As the intensity picks up my cock gets very hard, it's poking up my cargo khakis and bumping into Robby's thigh so he reaches down and gets hold of it to adjusts it to the side... he moves my boner! He's never done anything like that before, it felt awful good though. Then, unexpectedly, Robby initiates a wilder make-out mode and spit starts spreading on our faces and our breathing begins to get ragged. It's not just my imagination, Robby really is asserting himself tonight, taking charge much more than normal... it's so cool to see this. Of course, as I alluded to earlier, on the baseball diamond you'd hardly recognize his personality... as a co-captain he's really confident, assertive, and authoritative... I get a boner sitting in the stands watching him boss the other players around. I've wondered, what if Robby can somehow become as confident with our love making, and our relationship in general, as he is with playing baseball... if he ever does, will he then act around me like the in-charge Robby you see on the baseball diamond... wouldn't that be something! Robby licks across my mouth and up the front of my nose so the only thing I can smell is his crystal clear saliva, almost panting, he says "We're gonna take a break, I'm getting ready to cum already" he chuckles adjusting his package. I was pretty aroused myself and I especially liked his choice of words... he made it a statement "we're gonna take a break". Normally Robby's deferential to me and will say something like "Dylan, is it OK if we take a break for a second?" It's all getting even more interesting... We're catching our breath, Robby's adjusted his buttocks on top of my thighs and actually smirking at me again, that's a confident look... a really cute one too. He's got one arm behind my neck, his face about six inches from mine and he's running his fingers back through my hair, my bangs up off my forehead... another new take-charge move by Robby. His eyes are shining, so blue it's amazing, he's purposely blowing his breath in my face with his head cocked a tiny bit to the side. I swear he's kinda got me in one of my trance-like states and it's gotta be a result of that little bit of dominance he's showing me tonight. Maybe it's got something to do with him sitting above me... whatever, I love it. Staring at his incredibly face... cute, handsome, good looking... those all applied to Robby, I get this wicked strong urge for him to fuck me. I know it won't happen, but the strong urge is there just the same. He's still running his fingers back though my hair smiling at me, then leaning down he kisses different places on my face, then licks here and there and rubs his nose back and forth against my nose. I swear to God, I'm so in a trance for him... it's awesome. Just being with him is so hot... even without him fucking me, it's still so fucking hot being with him, and this latest version of him has me rock hard. Then even more dominant behavior... I gulp when he grabs a fist full of my hair and pulled my face over to his for another lick from my chin up past my nose... again all I smell is his fresh saliva. It really feels to me like I'm under his spell for the first time ever, like he's the dominant boy in our relationship. My eyes are slightly blurry and my frame of mind is to let Robby initiate whatever he wants to do. Both of us have been completely silent for ten minutes or more. Robby appears to like the idea of using his fist full of my hair to move my head, he pulled my face over to his so we could lick tongues and suck on each others lip, then pushes it back against the seat, then pull my head over to him to kiss and get our tongues in each other mouth... spit all over both our faces, it was the best make-out we've ever had and I was seriously on the verge of spunking. We haven't even taken our pants off yet and I'm going to climax all over myself. I've been feeling Robby's hard four inch boner through our entire make out and there's a wet spot in his lap where the head of his boner is poking out his pants... he's getting close too spunking too. Robby got a tad rougher then, he yanked my hair backward getting my head tilted back, exposing my neck, and he did a short version of a hickey on my neck under my chin. It made me swallow hard and a moan slipped out making Robby smile as he sucked and licked that one spot on my neck. I've given Robby about two dozen hickeys, this is the first one he's started on me and it had me squirming underneath him. He didn't do it long enough for a permanent hickey though, just a dark pink mark, but it caused me to leak precum which wet through my pants to match the wet spot on Robby's pants. I needed to rustle around under him trying to adjust my boner... I was very ready to pop-off. Robby read my mind and going up on his knees said huskily, "You taste better than any food I've ever eaten... now you need to get your pants down?" He climbed over to the diver's seat while giving me those instructions... it truly felt surreal hearing Robby giving orders, but awesome too. I got my pants down to my knees, Robby took his pants completely off. We were in a sexual twilight zone of some kind, very few word, but heavy breathing and I could almost smell the sex surrounding our hard cocks. Robby thought of everything again... the same lube and tissue supply in the snack bag as last Friday... he lubed his ass, then reached over and stroked my boner, lubing it, and finally wiping his hand on some tissues. "Dylan, I going to sit facing you again, this time with your cock up my ass?" In my trance, I go, "OK, but you'll cum all over my shirt". He smiles and says, "And the problem with that is...?" I stared at him as a shiver ran around my nuts... it was the way he sounded. Over he comes, getting a knee on either side of me and without hesitating he takes my boner and guides it to his hole, then slowly sits down on it. My mouth is open making the "Mmmmm... ohhh" sounds as that wonderful feeling surrounded my cock, my hands go to Robby's hips, I can't stop moaning, "Ahhhhhh oh, that feels good... oh yeah...". He get all the way down to my thighs in about ten seconds and with his arms around my neck again, the side of his face next to mine, he quietly says in my ear, "Owww... that hurt a little" after a few seconds he adjust his position a bit, then rises on his knees and sits back down again, saying "That's better..." Robby rides my boner a half dozen times, I can feel I going to cum which isn't too cool, especially after my speech about stretching us out so I'm desperately holding back my climax. I go, "This is so hot Robby, but I'm afraid I'm going to cum any second now..." His face is hot next to mine, he says, "I love you so much... but don't cum yet, Dylan!" It was shocking how much he sounded like Willie just then, but it shouldn't have been because they both have similar boyish voices, wonderful to listen too. This is all very nice, but I'm still gonna cum if he keeps riding my boner... instead of saying that though, another moan slips out between my lips... I mean, I swear to God, this feels so good, and Robby's demeanor is such a turn-on I can hardly believe how hot and sexy this is. It's almost as if he's fucking me in a way, he's controlling the fuck at the very least. Then further turning me on, Robby firmly says, "Hold back your climax, Dylan..." that was definitely an order, but said with a sweet smile and was followed by a few kisses... riding my cock a little bit faster now. Somehow I do fight off the urge to cum, but stay right on the edge of climax which is such a frigging fabulous sensation. Robby's got a rhythm now... steadily moving up and down, up and down, up and down... sliding his tight hole on my slippery rock-hard cock faster and faster... fantastic sensations. It's so sexy-hot I can't even continue making-out with him anymore, my brain is totally located in my dick, I'm going "Ohh Robby... faster, faster....oh my God... so good". Then, never mind what he told me about holding my climax back, he blows his load first... with a loud squeal Robby's cock fires a hard stream of cum up between us, some of it splatters against my forehead and bangs on it's way up past my head, then quickly on it's way back down it plops in my hair on the top of my head. So fucking ultra sexy I grunt, tightening every muscle in my entire pelvic region forcing my dick to pee cum up his ass... literally pissing cum in a long hard stream of up his ass. Lots of cum surrounds my boner and drools down and out around it to wet my thighs. Robby fires off three more blast... the first one a flier that sends spray to my chin, the next two short creamy spurts that go all over the front of my shirt. He's stroking himself like mad getting drops of cum flying between us. Luscious feeling all through and around my groin area, my inner thighs almost ache with the thrilling sensations all around them, the head of my cock just vibrates as the cum flies through it. Robby kept riding my boner making the"Mmmmm'ing" sounds I was making earlier. Almost in a daze I felt cum from Robby's initial blast drooling through my hair to wet my scalp, another shot of his cum soaked through my shirt wetting my skin under my left nipple. Breathing fast, my heart pounding, I mumble, "I'm dripping with cum" he mumbles too, "It felt too good to stop, I hadda spunk you?" then he does a little laugh and so do I. I don't want him to get off me, I want us to stay in the pickup truck just like this for a couple hours... no way that'll work though. When he pulls off my slightly sore boner and struggles over to the drivers seat he does so with a handful of tissue underneath his hole because I'd deposited a lot of creamy sperm up his ass. Then sitting on the tissues he grabs another handful to clean cum out of my hair and face. There are five distinct cum spots on my shirt but if I zip-up the front of my sweatshirt hoody, it'll hide them. My lap is a gooey mess though, more tissues get it partially dry and I just give up and pull up my pants... it's Robby's cum... so yum. Robby's struggling into his pants as we're smiling into each others face. He'd already gotten the back of his underpants stuffed full of tissues. When we're ready Robby goes, "Your hair Dylan, more cum in the front there" and he does the best he can getting it out but my hair is long so he finally reaches over for his Celtics cap and says, "Wear this, I can't get all the cum out and I don't have a comb". I'm thinking, yes... still got that touch of authority going for him... nice! Put back together as much as we can manage we leaned into each other and made out for another five minutes until I see my watch, "Robby, the movie starts in fifteen minutes and we don't even have our fucking tickets yet, we better get going". Inside the theater we went directly to the mens room to check ourselves out only to discover in the bright lights dried cum on both our faces and some on my ear. Nice start to the night, I must say... the movie was funny too, Robby's thigh tight against mine the entire time. to be continued* Chapter 8 (Chubby's Other Confession) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Something new... here's the thing; with long series like this one I don't attract new readers because no one wants to begin reading in the middle of a long saga. I'd like new readers though because meeting new cyber space acquaintances is part of the fun of this hobby. I'm having fun writing this story too though, and I like you guys who are reading it now and emailing me... so here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to write shorter (one and two chapter) stories with gay teen themes and post them on boys4boys.org.uk and on Nifty.org and hopefully I'll meet new readers through them (which I can then refer to the longer series). I'm also going to keep writing this Dylan story, but beginning with chapter 8 it will be private for current readers. Why post it if no new readers will be reading it... anyone who wants to continue reading the story, just email me and say so... you'll be on the automatic email list which means direct email of new chapters directly to you only, no other address will appear on your copy. Thanks for your interest in "Dylan's Senior Year"... DM