Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 09:55:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 21 by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter 21 
                                                                 
			     by Donny Mumford
          

Pedro's just left, and as I take a few moments to mull over the last couple
of hours, a tiredness swarms over me, and why not; what an improbable
series of events for one day! Should I have suspected Willie capable of
trying to kill himself? Man, I don't see how I could have, but with all
that booze he was drinking, maybe I should'a given it a thought or
two. Well, actually I did suspect a possibility of it the last second or so
before he jumped, but only because of my plane companion, Sandy, and his
sad tale about Jersey Boy. Blowing out a lot of air between my lips, I
shrug and go into the bathroom to do my business of peeing, washing-up, and
brushing my teeth. While doing these routine chores I'm consciously
attempting to keep my thoughts more on the recent Pedro experience than the
Willie one. I gotta try to focus on the bright side of things, although I
am human, and it's human nature to dwell on the bad stuff. There's some
good stuff to be grateful for too... Willie's been safely sleeping in bed
for a couple of hours, plus Pedro and I had an extraordinary experience
together; one we both feel went really well, so that's all good. In
addition to this recent aberrant nightmare with Willie, there have been
other harrowing experiences in my past that I've moved on from, that
horrible Joel confrontation for one, so I'll do the same with this.     In
the bedroom, with only the light from the moon and stars to see by, I put
on clean boxers shorts and climb in bed on the opposite side to Willie,
then quietly rustle under the covers... great bed they got here at the
Reach Ranch Resort. I look at Willie and mumble, "Oh Willie, what were you
thinking?!"  He was drunk and depressed; an extremely lethal combination
right there. He looks innocent and almost pretty as he sleeps, and even
though I know he's not all that innocent, he is just a teenager who's
trying to cope with being a teenager, and now with drastic changes in his
life too; I feel sorry for him. If us teens don't stick together, we're
lost; so, rolling over next to him I put my arm over his shoulder and talk
quietly to him, reassuring him that everything will turn out
alright. Hopefully he hears the reassurances in his subconscious mind and
sleeps peacefully. Although I can just imagine the dream possibilities he
may be experiencing.  But then, he was so drunk perhaps he doesn't even
remember diving over the balcony. NO! That's impossible.     The next thing
I'm aware of is bright sunshine and I lift up on an elbow to look  through
the balcony's floor-to-ceiling glass doors to gawk at the various shades of
aqua-colored water rolling in from the Atlantic ocean. What a spectacular
sight with the bright sun above, and the blue sky that seemingly goes on
forever. It's seems so peaceful now; a beautiful day all the way
around... a new day that I'm praying will be much, much calmer than
yesterday. Actually, yesterday was really nice; the 'day' part of
yesterday... it's the night part that sucked. Except, of course, the Pedro
part. Dizzying, that's what it was; a dizzying and scary episode with
Willie, and then a dizzying kind of magically sweet experience with
Pedro. Shaking my head to clear it, I tell myself to concentrate on the
here and now. Then, gently shaking Willie's shoulder, I quietly say,
"Willie, wake up for a second," but I gets no response. I want to ask if I
can order something from room service for him; it wouldn't be right to just
walk out and head down to the beach like I'm going to do as soon as I'm
sure he's okay. Another gentle shake of his shoulder and his eyes half
open, then quickly close. He moans and stretches, as two tears roll down
his cheeks, one for each cheek. Looking straight ahead, he mutters, "I'm
sorry, Dylan... it was so... um, dumb." Can't argue with that, so I ask,
"What can I get for you, Willie... orange juice or some food
or... anything?" He's moving his tongue across his dry lips, then coughs
and gags before putting a hand on his head, moaning, "Oooh, my head aches
so much." His face is white, and I mean white like a sheet of paper.  
Repeating my offer, I asks, "What can I do to help you?" He says, "I can't
believe you don't hate me." Obviously he's still feeling sorry for
himself. I go, "You were drunk; I'd like to think you'd have my back if I
ever get that stupid... now forget it, and stop feeling sorry for yourself
long enough to tell me what you need." I may have been a bit snippy when I
said that because more tears roll out of Willie's closed eyes, as he
mumbles, "Can you forgive me?" I say, "Yes, I forgive you; now, what do you
need?" "Coke, a cold coke," is his reply, so I get out of bed and take the
last $4.00 can of Coke out of the mini bar and pour it into a glass. Then,
setting the glass on the night stand, I get an arm under his neck and lift
his head while dragging my pillow over on top of his so he's propped-up,
then hold the glass to his lips and he begins slurping the cold Coke. He
slurps the Coke until the glass is drained dry, then moans, "Oooh, my head
hurts."  Muttering, "I'll look for Tylenol in the bathroom." I pad in bare
feet to do that, but can't finding anything for a headache, so call room
service and ask for a bottle of Tylenol, two extra large glasses of orange
juice, two regular coffees, and a big plate of scrambled eggs with dry
toast. Maybe Willie can get some solid food down.     He's laying back on
the pillows, as weak as a kitten; his eyes are closed against the bright
sunshine coming through the sliding glass doors, as he moans, "What an
asshole I am..." I resist agreeing with him for the moment, and instead get
a wet washcloth, the last clean one in the bathroom, to lay on his
forehead. Willie goes, "Huh? Oh!" when I put it on him, then, "Nice..." I
put on the same bathing suit I wore yesterday, as my mind drifts to last
night with Pedro, and what an extraordinary thing that was. I mean, him
choosing me to take his cherry, as he put it... and him not really knowing
me at all. That's puzzling alright, but I guess it's flattering too, or is
it? Adding that to the long list of mysteries of life, I go back to nursing
Willie. "Ya need to go to the bathroom or anything?" He says, "Very badly,
will you help me?" I say, "I'll help you get there, then you're on your
own, dude." I was trying to be funny, but he just groans, then says,
"Thanks." Pedro and I put him to bed naked last night; which, of course, is
how he still is when I help him get out of bed. No comment about being
naked from Willie, he just leans heavily on me as we make our way to the
bathroom with me watching his long limp dick swinging here and there
between his legs. Inside he plops his ass down on the toilet and I leave
him to it, closing the door behind me. A little later I hear the toilet
flush and water from the sink facet turn on, and then his Oral B
battery-operated toothbrush buzzing; the same one I used brushing his teeth
last night. Oh man, last night where Willie's concerned, seems a long, long
time ago to me right now.    After a while, he limps out of the bathroom,
still looking dangerously pale, and stumbles over to the bed and gets in
the closest side he comes to, which is the side I slept on last night. As
I'm frowning, thinking, "What a pain in the ass this is," he collapses on
top of the covers groaning about his headache. From the bathroom I can
still hear the buzzing of his toothbrush so I go in and turn it off, and
then pull him over to his side of the bed and tuck the cover up to his
chin. Willie sighs, "Thanks." It's air-conditioned chilly in the room so I
pull on a t-shirt; the sleeveless one Willie bought for me, and the cool
cross necklace too. That thing's awesome, so I pull it out so that it's
laying on the t-shirt... cool. Then it's out to the balcony for a
smoke. Twenty minutes later a knock on the door tells me the food has
arrived; fast service! Signing for the food with our room number, leaving a
nice tip for the attractive middle aged lady who delivered it, I need to
wake Willie again. He gulps the orange juice on his own, along with three
Tylenol, but his hands are too shaky for him to get a forkful of scrambled
eggs to his mouth without the scrambled eggs falling off the fork. I watch
this act for a minute; then, fuck it!... in between gulps of my coffee, I
feed him the entire plate of eggs, plus all the dry toast. He ate hardly
anything the last two days. Willie drinks his coffee straight down and
finally there's some color in his face.  He burps, holds his head again,
and mumbles, "Thank you, Dylan... I need to sleep some more." I go, "Good
idea, I'll be on the beach; come down when you can, or I'll check-in on you
in a couple of hours, okay?" He mutters something I can't make-out, but I'm
satisfied he's taken care of so I put on my Oakley shades and a pair of
Willie's sandals; then, grabbing my Marlboro Lights and the room key, I
quietly leave the room feeling free and relaxed for the first time in about
fifteen hours. In his condition there's isn't a chance Willie's going to be
diving off any more balconies... well, not anytime soon anyway.     Looking
cool with my cross necklaces and my little hoop earring in my left earlobe,
plus my new sleeveless T-shirt, which conveniently shows off my tattoo, I
stroll down the corridor to the elevators feeling pretty good about
myself. Waiting for the elevator I'm checking myself out in the mirror that
covers one whole wall in the elevator alcove, and nod my head that
everything is looking good; well, except for the fucked-up flattop
haircut. It looks okay from the front, but from the side it's half a buzz
cut and half a flattop. Turning sideways, this time to get a good look at
my "DYLAN" tattoo, two teenage girls and their parents enter the elevator
alcove catching me admiring myself. The girls exchange glances, giggling;
which I observe from their reflection in the mirror, and naturally my face
blushes hot and red. Fuck! All five of us get into the elevator when it
arrives, and one of the girls, a cute preppy-looking thing about sixteen
with bottle-red hair, mutters behind her hand to her sister, "Hot!" meaning
me I assume, so I feel a little better about that. But just the same, I do
a fake cough into my fist to demonstrate how little I care about what they
think. In the lobby the family heads toward the restaurant and I go out the
door to the tiled area, where a family with young children play
shuffleboard. Looking up four stories I see our balcony, the one Willie
dove over, and a chill comes over me even though it's hot out here, hotter
than it was yesterday.     Shaking off the scary chill, I look around and
see that a lot of resort guests are already in and around the pool, so I
check my wristwatch; it's ten-thirty... hmmm, I got a good nights sleep
anyway. I'm interested more in the beach than the pool, but I stroll
through the pool area slowly, casually scouting out the teen boys there,
and actually spot two who look interesting. They both have cool short
haircuts and taut bodies; one's just diving into the pool while the other
one is reading a USA Today newspaper, sitting in a deck chair. He's got his
legs crossed in that kinda girlie way with one knee propped on top of the
other, the top leg kinda bouncing. Ahhh, I see he's wearing headphones so
he's probably keeping the beat to the music he's hearing with the bouncing
foot. Awesome legs on that boy, nicely shaped calves. The kid looks to be
about seventeen, a nice start to my boy watching. Can't resist going out of
my way to walk right next to him, but he catches me staring at him and
gives me one of those pissed-off, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
looks. This time, instead of quickly avoiding eye contact, like I usually
do, I stare defiantly back at him and he breaks eye contact with me.  Huh,
nothing like a good stare-down to build-up some self confidence... ha
ha. I'm feeling good.    At the edge of the beach I wait for one of the
beach boys to get me a beach chair like yesterday, then remember Pedro
saying something about his older brother being on beach-boy duty
today. Scanning the beach boys, who are all running around taking care of
the resort's guests, I look for a Pedro look-a-like when, unfortunately, a
man in his thirties comes over and asks me if he can get a beach chair for
me. He's awfully old to be a beach boy, but the ID hanging around his neck
claims he is. I mumble, "Um, I'm not ready just yet, but thank you... I'm,
ah, waiting for someone." He says, "Yes, sir... when you're ready, one of
us will take care of you." I nod, mumbling another thank you and scour the
beach trying to get the attention of a younger beach boy... hmmm, awkward
because the older so-called beach boy keeps looking over at me. Why the
hell can't things go the way you want them to for once?! Damn! Then I do
spot someone who resembles Pedro, but he's stockier and not nearly as
perfect. He looks very young though, so I guess Pedro wasn't lying about
that. Pedro told me his beach-boy brother is older than him, and Pedro's
twenty, so this guy is awfully young-looking for being older than twenty. I
try for eye contact, but he sees some older girls waving at him and he
smiles a Pedro-like smile, then heads for the girls which leaves me
standing here looking like a dork.  Feeling self conscious, I turn around,
miming that I forgot something, and walk back to the pool area
again... things were going so well until now too.     On my way past the
pool, I walk by two hairy chested guys who look to be about thirty years
old; they're getting their stuff settled on a table near the pool. The one
with a hoop through his lower lip says to me, "Oooh, you look lost; want to
join us?" and the other one pulls a chair away from the table for me to sit
in. I do a theatrical look behind me, like I'm so sure he must be talking
to someone else, then just shake my head and go back into the lobby.  Okay,
I need to be a little less self conscious and a little more
confident.  Everything went much smoother yesterday, but of course Willie
was with me then. I hate doing new things alone! Something odd occurs to me
though: those two guys who tried to pick me up are the first obvious gays
I've noticed since arriving in Key West, so Willie's assertion that half
the people here are gay seems a gross exaggeration. Not that it matters
much one way or the other... just saying. For something to do in the lobby,
I make myself a take-out cup of complimentary coffee; then, carrying it
with me, head outside again. Getting to the beach I'll need to pass either
the boy who I had the staring contest with, who's on one side of the pool,
or the two gay guys who tried to pick me up on the other side... I choose
the staring contest boy's side, and he thankfully ignores me as I pass
by... the snob.     At the edge of the beach again I'm determined to take
whoever shows up and just get the damn beach chair and be done with
it. Sipping the coffee, which is amazingly good, I try acting casual as if
I know what I'm doing, and Pedro's brother comes over to ask me, "Can I set
you up with a beach chair, Dylan?" This makes me try swallowing hot coffee
while at the same time, asking, "How'd you know my name?" but the two
things don't work together and I get into an embarrassing coughing fit,
drawing a lot of attention from people around me, people who don't know how
to mind their own damn business. Pedro's brother, who's name I see through
teary eyes on his ID card, is Dominic Rosales. He pats my back chuckling,
then asks, "You alright, dude?" Humiliated is what I am! The coughing goes
on for awhile because a few drops of coffee are in my windpipe, which
really sucks! Red in the face with tears rolling down my face, I finally
manage to sputter, "A beach chair, yes... thanks," and off he goes,
returning a minute later with towels, the beach chair, and a bottle of
water, which he hands to me, "Drink some of this." I twist open the cap and
gulp down some water which helps my coughing, but my self image has taken a
serious beating.     Gawkers around me have thankfully gone back to
whatever they were doing before I put on a coughing side-show for them. I
try to be inconspicuous following Dominic through the soft sand, avoiding
eye contact with everyone, still doing little subtle coughs. That could
have gone better! Then a thought occurs to me, "Did Pedro tell his brother
about what we did last night? Is that how he knows my name? Oh jeez,
'awkward' doesn't cover it if he did..."  But apparently he didn't because
Dominic, while doing that maneuver with the towels covering the chair in a
way so the towels don't blow away, says to me, "Pedro told me about your
friend getting sick on the balcony and about the awesome tip you gave him,
so he wants me to take care of you on the beach this morning. I'm at your
service." My coughing-fit under control now, I say, "Thank you. Your
brother, Petro, is a, um, a really hard worker. He did a great job."
Dominic says, "He's a great kid.  Hey, let me get you a table and an
umbrella... and, oh, I'll set-up a chair for when your sick friend arrives
too," and off he goes to do all that. Well, okay! This is more like it.   
Sitting in my chair with my feet stretched out on the towel-covered
extension, holding my coffee in one hand and the water in the other, I take
a second to admire the gorgeous view: pink sands, a clear blue sky with the
round yellow sun doing it's thing, and the ocean with it's various shades
of aqua-colored water lazily depositing endless waves onto the beach not
even twenty feet away from where I'm sitting; the foamy clear water from
the waves breaks on the beach to run up toward me before being drawn back
to the ocean by the undertow. Add the nice breeze off the ocean and it's a
perfect day in Key West, Florida. Hard to believe last night ever
happened. Then Dominic's back setting up a little table between my chair
and the empty one waiting for Willie. As he works the pole of the umbrella
into the sand, I go to my pocket for a tip, asking, "How did you know who I
was?" He grunts as he forces the pole deeper, then says, "Pedro said I
should look for the best looking young man who appears at the beach
today... who else could it be but you." I blush a deep red again,
sputtering, "Tha, I don't think I'm, ah, that's very flattering, but you
should see..." and I catch myself before babbling further. Dominic has a
smirk on his handsome face as he adds, "And then there's that tattoo too,"
and I stupidly look at my "DYLAN" tattoo and blush again. Dammit!  
Dominic's smiling the same smile Pedro has, saying, "I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you; Pedro was quite taken with you. He's the best of all of us
brothers and we love him to death. He said he told you about our Sunday
tradition of reading the Bible and counting our blessings and you didn't
make fun of it, so that impressed him." I go, "Huh, yeah, he's a sweet
kid... I mean, ya know, a really good kid." Then, to cover up the 'sweet'
comment, I do a non sequitur, "He's six months older than me, ya know?" He
smiles at that, so I add, "Which, ya know, surprised me 'cause he looks so,
ah, ya know... so young." Dominic laughs, "Yeah, we all do; you should see
our parents. Mom looks like our sister." I mutter, "Oh," and he adds,
"Well, there you are, Dylan, all set-up. Can I get you anything else?" I
say, "Not now, thank you," and hand him a ten dollar bill, again saying,
"Thank you!". No objection from Dominic about the size of the tip, he just
puts my ten dollars in his pocket, smiling, while saying, "Thank you,
that's very nice of you." He waves at me as he hurries off to help someone
else. A person could go broke just from tipping people in this resort.   
Oh well, this is nice. No eye candy to look at, but that's okay for
now... I can always think about last night with Pedro; he was awesome!
After smoking a cigarette and finishing my coffee, I take out my cell phone
and give Connor a call. It's Sunday so he won't be working today; he and
Chubby are supposed to get together this afternoon and hang-out, so I'll
see what ups with that. Connor answers sounding glad to hear from me, which
makes me feel good. He says, "Dylan! Thanks for calling, I was thinking
about you just a little while ago, thinking how much you helped me get
through that funeral." I go, "Yeah, that was kinda a tough thing for you to
go through, but I didn't do anything. You handled it great." He adds,
"Because you guided me through it, that's why I managed okay... so, thanks
again." I mutter, "No problem," and he's like, "Hey, Chubby's picking me up
in an hour, but guess what?" To be funny, I guess something outlandish,
"Ah, let me see: Chubby's decided to join the Army with you and you're both
going down to the Army recruiter today to do the 'buddy program'." He
laughs, mumbling, "I wish. No, he set me up with a blind date! Can you
believe I need to deal with another blind date?" I go, "Oh, no!" and he
adds, "Yeah, I thought Chubby and I were just gonna hang-out
together... but man, it's another blind date!" I can't help but laugh a
little, saying, "Oh jeez, another fucking blind date, but you're
experienced now." He goes, "Whooppee! My second chance to shine for a
girl," and he says 'girl' like he's referring to something like the flu. I
go, "Well, dude, Chubby doesn't know you're, ah... on my team, so ta
speak. He thinks he's doing you a favor." Connor mutters, "I guess," and I
ask, "Who's the blind date gonna be?" He says, "Someone named, "Tootsie
Jones," and I go, "Not Tootie Roll Jones, the overweight baton girl in the
high school band!" He's like, "Oh no, a fatty?" and I laugh again, saying,
"I just made that up; don't know anyone named Tootsie Jones, she's probably
small, curvy, and cute and will be uber hot for your body." Connor
chuckles, going, "God help me."      He wants to know about Key West then,
so I fill him in on the place, but leave out anything about Willie's
unfortunate suicide attempt. Then I get him laughing his ass off recounting
some of the unbelievable bad luck Willie and I have had since Thursday: the
haircut fiasco, the car troubles, the misunderstanding with the car
service, Mrs. Windell's terrible driving in the rain, missing our flight,
and on and on. That kind of misfortune sucks when you're going through it,
but makes for a funny story after the fact, and Connor really gets laughing
at the exaggerated way I tell my tales of woes. No need to tell Connor the
sad tale of Jersey boy because it would just bring him down. He tells me
how gloomy it is at the restaurant with the owner having just died and all,
but everyone is carrying on, even a smile appears on one of their faces
every now and then. He confirms that Monday is definitely the day he'll
enlist in the Army; he tells me he's been on the phone with the recruiter
and it's agreed he'll have a delayed departure till one week after the last
day of our freshman year. Connor's mother is pissed at him for "abandoning
her." What a witch!     After about fifteen minutes Connor tells me needs
to take a shower and get ready for his blind date, so we hang up, but he
seemed in a good mood when we said goodbye. I always feel good being with
him, or just talking with him; he's so, I don't know, pure... sincere,
honest, you know, just a really good person. It can make me sad sometimes
too, sad for him. That's probably not fair to him though because he's
making his way in the world the best he can; making his life as good as it
can be. And I admire him for that. It does get me thinking about my life
though, and how maybe I need to do some of that 'count your blessings'
thing the Rosales family does every Sunday; I don't do much of that at
all. Feeling melancholy now, I wander down to the water and wade around in
it up to my knees while wondering about Willie and how he's doing. It's
only been an hour though, so I'll wait before checking on him.     Then my
cell phone beeps and I take it from my pocket to see it's Chubby on the
caller ID. "Bro," he says, "What are you doing right this second?" I tell
him, "I'm wading in warm, beautiful, water enjoying the sunshine." He goes,
"Damn! I was afraid of that; it's pouring rain here! I fixed Connor up with
this hot chick and the four of us were going on a fuckin' picnic, but the
rain's  screwed that up; and, um, I was hoping it was raining there too."
He's chuckling though so I know he's kidding me. I go, "No, it hasn't
rained in days... well, make that hours." He's calling me right after the
family's Sunday brunch with the moms; the one we always have together, and
he just wanted to hear my voice because he misses me. I've already told him
all about the troubles Willie and I have had so he knows the true story
about that, and he, like Robby, sorta enjoyed me telling them about our bad
luck. Jealousy, that's all it is; they're jealous! haha! I made him promise
not to tell either of the moms about all the screw-ups though because they
worry too much. Chubby tells me about Mary Jo's girlfriend, Tootsie: she
moved away after high school, and is visiting Mary Jo during school
break. Tootsie was one of the high school's in-crowd, but Chubby says she's
kind of a smart-mouth, bossy type. Oh brother, that's a perfect blind date
for Connor... not! Mary Jo hounded Chubby into getting a date for Tootsie
and so poor Connor got recruited. Chubby insists I know this Tootsie
character, but I don't. Anyway, Chubby figured why not give Connor a break
and set him up with Tootsie. He thinks he's doing Connor a favor because,
as Chubby says, "This babe's got a rack on her you wouldn't believe!" I go,
"Yeah, I probably wouldn't," and roll my eyes; poor Connor. They're going
to an afternoon movie instead of the picnic so that's a break for Connor;
you're not suppose to talk during a movie, not that that ever stopped
Chubby, but it's a good excuse for Connor not making small talk with
Tootsie.     Then Chubby tells me a funny story about him getting some
agent's expense account screwed-up and how the agent went apoplectic on
Chubby when the guy got a copy of the report; a duplicate copy of the one
that went to his boss, Mary Jo's father. Chubby blamed his screw-up on the
guy's illegible handwriting and told the guy to chill; apparently the guy's
total expenses for the year were $6,789 and Chubby reported it was $16,798,
so I can see why the guy would get excited. Chubby calls it sad and
unfortunate that the man was never taught good penmanship in elementary
school. I go, "Uh huh," and then he needs to sign-off in order to pick-up
Connor and the girls. Better him than me. Tris gets on the phone after
Chubby; she says hello, and tells me she missed me being at brunch with
them, and tells me a little about this morning's brunch conversation which
apparently centered on how much everybody misses me... awww, sweet. Then I
talk to my mom for fifteen minutes telling her all about the good things
about my trip, like the great suite, the beautiful view, and about me
having lobster for dinner last night. Lobster and a cheeseburger, "Willie
and I split it". She laughs saying, "I don't need to ask who ordered the
cheeseburger, do I?" Then mom lists about fifty things I need to be careful
about, and finishes by telling me she loved me like life itself, and how
much she misses me. Enough to bring a tear to my eye, but it was great
talking with those three and I feel a little homesick after hanging
up. Nice family I have there, even though we don't read the Bible after
Sunday dinner.    Back at my beach chair I light another cigarette, then
Dominic comes by smilingly telling me, "Smoking is so bad for you, Dylan!
Why do you do it, dude?" I go, "Oh, to be cool, I guess," and he says,
"It's not cool, but I came over to ask if I can get you some lunch."
 Thinking about it for a second, I go, "Yeah, thanks Dominic. How about a
big fat juicy cheeseburger and fries." He asks, "Something to drink?" and I
go, "Hmmm, today I'm thinking a frozen strawberry daiquiri would hit the
spot." He smiles his awesome smile, going, "Huh! Hey, didn't you tell me
earlier that my bro, Pedro, is six months older than you? Let's see, that
would make you, um, nineteen, I believe." I look offended, saying,
"Dominic, I told you that two years ago, remember?" He says, "Oh, well as
long as you're twenty-one, but maybe you better show me your drivers
license in case my boss is watching us," so I fish my wallet out and hand
him my drivers license and he looks at it, saying, "Nice picture," and goes
off whistling. I tell myself, "He's a hot shit; he'll get it for me,"  and
ten minutes later he's back with my frozen drink on a tray. He sets it on
my table, saying, "Your frozen daiquiri, sir," then smiling, he adds, "Your
only one of the day, right?" I go, "Awww, just one?" and he nods, smiling,
and adds, "Your cheeseburger order is in; it'll be about fifteen
minutes... enjoy yourself, Dylan." and off he goes. Well, isn't this just
what the doctor ordered... haha.     Lighting another cigarette to look
cool while I'm drinking my drink, I try taking a sip from the straw, and uh
oh... it's frozen alright, and it's strawberry alright, and it's got booze
in it of some kind too, but the problem is: whatever the booze is, it's
fucking up the strawberry taste.  Damn, this would be delicious without the
alcohol. Irony can sometimes be fun, and then it can suck sometimes
too. How disappointing! Well, I gotta drink it now that I got it. Hey, I'll
call Robby and slip in that I'm here on the beach drinking a real frozen
daiquiri... oh yeah! Robby answers and I hear Dodger in the background
before Robby can even say hello, Dodger's yelling, "If that's your
boyfriend, I wanna talk to him." Robby goes, "Fer chrissakes, Dodger, keep
it down!" then, "Hi, Dylan! I didn't think you'd call two days in a row,
but I'm glad you did!" I go, "Hi Robby, I miss you, dude... I wish you were
right here, right now, so you and I could do the nasty on the beach
together." He says, "That's exactly the kind of thing I wanna hear from
you. Maybe this separation is a good thing; you'll appreciate me more and
be a little more amenable to doing what I say." I go, "Amenable? Since when
do you use words like 'amenable'?" He goes, "Since right now, but don't
change the subject; tell me more about how much you miss me."     Taking
another sip of my drink, then a drag on my cigarette, I say, "Well, I miss
feeling your wee wee up my bum, if that's what you mean. And I miss my lips
on yours and the way you taste and smell." "What else," he asks, and I
reach up to feel what's left of Willie's hickey on my neck, adding, "I miss
how you dominate my ass giving me your hickeys, and the way you insist on
having your sexy way with me," he's like, "Yes? And what else?" and I go,
"What the hell else is there?" He laughs, then says, "You did pretty good,
but there are other things so I'll need to give you a good hard spanking
when I see you for not remembering what they are." I go, "Ouuu, I can't
wait; it's fun talking dirty with you." Then Robby gets serious and
whispers in the cell phone how much he loves me, and how doing 'it' with
Dodger is okay, but nothing like fucking me, and he hates that we're not
together. His boyish voice is like that of a fourteen year old; that, plus
his sweet remarks give me a boner, a really hard boner... oh man, I got it
bad for Robby! Hearing him with his boyish sincere voice makes me yearn for
him, and this just might be the first time the yearning has been so totally
complete, almost desperate. This must be love, not puppy love like I had
for Willie two years ago, but real adult love. Okay, maybe not adult love,
but real love. I tell him that I truly love him, and then Robby says,
"You're getting closer to the love for me that I have for you, but you've
got a ways to go and I'm determined that you get there."     This love talk
goes on for a few minutes, so obviously Dodger's not nearby or he'd put a
stop to it by threatening to throw up or something, and sure enough, in the
middle of telling me the position Robby wants me in for our reunion fuck,
he stops to say, "Dodger's back." I say, "Well, keep what you were saying
in your head and finish it the next time Dodger's not back 'cause you
almost had me creaming in my swim suit." Robby says, "I'm definitely
bringing you around to my way of thinking, Dylan, and I like that." Dodger
must have his mouth right next to Robby's now because I can hear him
plainly ask, "What are you doing right this second, Dylan?" then I hear a
little struggle, then Robby yelling, "Dodger, you're an enormous pain in
the ass!" but Dodger's got the cell phone now. He says, "It's my turn to
talk to you, Dylan. Robby's always had a difficult time sharing; haven't ya
Robby?" Robby, in the background mumbles, "Fuck you, ya little turd..." as
Dodger's saying to me, "He just fucked a little turd out of me fifteen
minutes ago," and Robby yells, "You're disgusting," but he's laughing now
too. I go, "Tell me about it," and he does, although I hope he exaggerated
the story; it's a hot one though, fer sure."     Then I finally get the
chance to brag about sitting here on the beach in Key West drinking a
frozen daiquiri, and it impresses Dodger. Anytime you can buck the system,
like me getting an adult beverage at my tender age, he's gonna be impressed
by it. Dodger tells me his folks are around the pool somewhere, and that
Robby and him snuck away for a 'quicky', which I don't know whether to
believe or not. And after a few outrageous comment, he switches topics and
tells me about how he and Vinnie are going to tie me up and fuck me with
both their boners at the same time; this will happen, according to Dodger,
during our next three-way. Sounds good, haha. Robby gets the phone back and
I hear Dodger say, "I'll see ya at the pool, Robby," and I can hear their
quick as-a-wink-kiss over the cell phone, so they're not really mad at each
other after all. They seldom are, although often they pretend to be. As my
lunch arrives, Robby's saying, "This is something I'm serious about,
Dylan. I know I said we could have an open relationship, but I can't back
it up; I'm crazy green with jealousy knowing you're with him and I'm gonna
need to put my foot down that that's it. I can't stand the thought of him
doing it with you, I just can't! It's eating me up. So, well, we'll talk
about it when I see you, okay? I gotta run now or the folks will wonder
what I'm up to. I love you, and only you, and you must love only me, okay?"
I go, "I do, I really do... we'll talk later, my lunch is here."     We say
goodbye, and I smile up at Dominic, wondering how much he heard. He appears
to have heard nothing; and, I don't think I said anything too obvious when
he was within ear shot anyway, but I can't be positive, so I've got a
little blush going for me when I say, "Sorry for holding you up,
Dominic. It was...." and let my voice fade out as I sign the bill with our
room number, adding a big tip. He takes the bill, nodding at the cell
phone, asking, "Your girlfriend?" and I mumble, "Something like that."
Guess he heard something after all. I didn't want to cast suspicion on
Pedro, which is why I didn't come out and say, "No, my boyfriend." While
eating my cheeseburger, all I can think of is Robby. God, I'd love to be
making out with him right now, feeling his bare skin against my bare
skin. He's so fabulous; the perfect boyfriend. He's certainly becoming very
possessive of me lately too, and to that I say; good, possess me,
Robby... possess all of me. Being in love the way I've grown to be with
Robby is just the most awesome thing in the world, and he sounded so
dominant on the phone saying he's putting his foot down, or whatever it was
he said; it was something like that, and I just love it! I'm getting
another boner just thinking about him telling me what we're gonna do, but
then he's considerate of me too. He always adds that, "Okay?" at the end of
some bossy sentence to be sure it's okay with me. What a sweetheart, but he
can be stern at times too. I really think Robby's adopting, in our
relationship, that same confident, slightly arrogant confidence that he
shows on the baseball diamond.  It used to be play acting between him and
me, but now I think it's more real than anything else, and he's so fucking
sexy-hot when he's like that. God, my boners poking up my friggin' swimming
shorts... haha.    Adjusting myself, as inconspicuously as possible, I
wonder: Hmmmm. if I keep thinking about Robby's sexy body and his sexy ways
with me, will I give myself one of those awesome spontaneous
orgasms?... that's how taken I am with him. Holy shit, I didn't realize how
serious this was until just now... Robby, wow!  After finishing my
delicious cheeseburger and fries, then the not-so-delicious daiquiri with
the booze, I settle down with a cigarette to totally relax. It's so nice
here, and talking with the moms and my homeboys is special too, especially
Robby, and then I realize I'm over-romanticizing that conversation with
him; turning it into something bordering on maudlin... get a grip, Dylan!
Switching subjects in my head, I think of Willie and what he tried to
do... he actually tried to kill himself. How fucked-up do you need to be
before you consider that as a viable option!? The poor kid. Connor solves
his problems by thinking them through and resigning himself to the best of
his choices. He settled on the Army where he'll get away from an
unmanageable home life, and at the same time earn the money he needs to
finish college, which is his goal. Of course, Connor is strong enough
mentally that he didn't need to get stupidly roaring drunk while making his
decision, and Willie had all that money in his past with private schools
and what-not, which distorted his view of reality... oh well, what do I
know anyhow?    Wandering back to the ocean to cool off, I body surf on a
few good waves, all the time hoping to run into a companion of interest,
but have no luck with that so I return to the beach chair to dry off,
thinking about Willie's and my history together. What a change for me
Willie was, I mean from fat Carl. Willie's got this great slim body and
that uniquely cute face. Not cute like Robby, few boys are, but Willie's
cute too with his longish face and youthful appearance. Obviously, that's
the type I'm most attracted to. Great body on Willie too, and I haven't
even mentioned his dick. Mostly I think it's his unusual personality that
fascinated and captivated me way back then. He's an unusual combination of
dominance and preferential treatment, when it comes to me, that is; right
from the start that's how he was. Never a dull moment, and the sex... oh
man! Willie sure knows how to pleasure me, but there was always his
unfortunate association at prep school with Carl, actually it was mostly
with Carl's cousin, Larry; Larry-the-asshole. Carl wasn't anything to write
home about either, but he knew how to back-off when I pushed back at
times. Larry was, and probably still is, mostly a bully, and when Willie
was Larry's 'boy'  he somehow distorted Willie's concept of how to treat
your boyfriend. With Willie though, he has an underlying sweetness about
him to temper the dominant posturing, where Larry is just evil. Laying back
in the lounge chair with my eyes closed, I think about our last run-in with
Carl, the one Friday night that ended with a fist fight. He wanted to
recreate that time he and Larry fucked Willie and me in his bedroom, but
that wasn't going to happen again... Willie and I put a stop to that before
it started.    Still, that first time, when I was seventeen, and just
learning about gay sex; well, back then I thought it was really hot... the
first time Larry and Carl gang-banged Willie and me, I mean. It's not the
kind of experience I'm likely to forget, although some of the details are
cloudy in my mind after all this time; but, being in a weird, lonely mood,
I think back on it, almost dozing off in the chair as I do it. Some of the
details are vague, but the overall situation was like this: At that time I
usually  following Willie's lead, and he was basically following Larry's,
so we were a little fucked-up to start with. Willie and me were at Carl's
high school graduation party, I think it was his graduation party, when
Larry nodded at me, telling Willie, "Take your girlfriend and go up to
Carl's bedroom, using the back stairs, and get your pussies in position to
be fucked by both Carl and me... now get moving!" Willie had taken my hand,
pulling me, saying, "Come on, Dylan... this'll be a hot time," and I
followed him upstairs, a little excited. Getting fucked was still quite new
to me and I was infatuated with my recently discovered gay nature... it'd
been only a couple of months. Carl had me pretty well trained, and at times
I'd walk all the ways to Carl's house to knock on the door for Carl. He'd
go, "Jesus! Oh alright, get your pussy upstairs and I'll give you a quick
fucking, but I've got homework to do too, so get your ass out of here as
soon as I fill-up your pussy with my spunk." Nice, huh? Jeez, sometimes I'd
walk home bowlegged when he did me two or three times. I was pathetic back
then.  As soon as Carl introduced me to gay sex I knew that it's what I'd
been fantasizing about for years, but hadn't realized it until Carl brought
me out to it.     The way I see it: My subconscious desires were brought
out into the open by Carl's aggressive approach to taking my cherry, and at
the time I just assumed it was normal to be submissive to a dominant sex
partner; taking the good with the bad, so ta speak. Stupid! But, to be
honest with myself, I do have a strong submissive side where sex is
concerned. It's not a conscious decision on my part, it's just the way my
brain works. Adjusting my dick as I lay in my lounge chair, I try
visualizing that scene from over two years ago now. Willie led me by the
hand up the back stairs so we wouldn't be seen by the party goers, and then
into Carl's bedroom, where I'd been with Carl numerous times alone, Willie
spread a bath towel on the edge of the bed, saying, "This is so we don't
cum on Carl's bedspread; and those two will definitely be fucking cum out
of us, have no doubt about that. Isn't this exciting?" Willie was excited
so I was too, and a little apprehensive as well. We both got totally naked
and knelt at the edge of the bed, our chests laying on top of the
mattress. "When the guys get here," Willie told me, "Keep your pussy up in
the air for them, Dylan. They'll be pissed if it's not up, sorta like it's
inviting them to fuck your ass." Doing what Willie said, I remember feeling
a little ridiculous standing side by side with Willie, laying our torso on
the bed, but he was holding my hand and leaning over to kiss me sexily on
the lips, and that reassured me somewhat.     They kept us waiting like
that for twenty minutes, and then Larry came in the bedroom, saying, "Get
those pussies up, girls," and I did it the way Willie did it only to have
Larry spank our asses a dozen times each, and it really stung. Both Willie
and I had our faces scrunched up during the spanking, but we didn't make a
sound. Larry goes, "Good! You both got red asses with white hand prints,
and not a whimper... you girls are trained good. We're eating now, Carl
sent me up to give you two a spanking and tell ya it'll be another twenty
minutes or so. Stay just like you are!" He leaves, and I can remember
asking Willie, "What the fuck was that?" Willie muttered that he didn't
want to tell me about the spanking part 'cause he didn't want me to
worry. We both were reaching back rubbing our smacked asses, but the
stinging only lasted about five minutes, then we went back to
making-out. Even back then Willie was an awesome make-out partner, and I
had a boner when Carl and Larry finally did show up.     "Now for dessert,"
says fat Carl, with a burp. Larry says, "Willie, get the KY and lube your
girlfriend's pussy, then he'll do yours." Willie did a great job getting a
lot of lube up my ass, finger fucking me in the process and I had to bite
my lip to keep from moaning, and then I did him the same way. When we got
back in position with our chests on the bed, both had our asses high,
waiting to be fucked, but both Carl and Larry got our hair in their fists,
Carl saying, "Get around here and suck our cocks, you cunts." As Willie and
I scramble around, Carl added, "Ya think we can fuck you with limp
noodles?" I'd sucked off Carl many times by then, and was getting to like
it too, and that's even though he wasn't a slave to hygiene back then and
often had an off-putting smell to his crotch. He also didn't have a
particularly large cock, but it felt pretty good in my mouth at the
time. The two studs, Carl and Larry, had there pants down to their thighs,
they didn't even take them off. Willie and I, on our knees, were faced away
from the bed now sucking their cocks while Carl and Larry pulled our hair
or cupped behind our heads bobbing our heads back and forth on their
hardening members. Saliva was running down my chin by the time I got Carl
hard; he was hard before Willie had Larry ready, so Carl says to me, "Get
around with your chest on the bed, you got me fucking horny as hell with
that pretty face and mouth of yours."     Willie was the only one out of
the four of us who was 'out of the closet' at the time; Larry and Carl were
still telling themselves they were straight, just taking advantage of two
fags. That's what they said... me and Willie were the fags they were
referring to. As soon as I got in position, laying my torso on the bed with
my ass up, Carl smacked the shit out of my ass, telling me, "Get your pussy
up higher, to my level, ya nitwit!" which I did immediately, gritting my
teeth not to yelp at the spanking. His boner poked right inside me, and he
fucked me wildly for a minute or so. It hurt me too much initially to have
any kind of a significant sexy effect on me, but it didn't feel horrible
either... I liked being fucked back then, and I still do. I'd much rather
it be with someone I like though, except back them I still had kind of a
thing for Carl since he was my first sex partner, my mentor, and all
that. My ass took a pounding; Carl put a lot of energy into it, so he
needed to take a break after that nearly out-of-control minute of fucking
me. Plus, he obviously was turned-on by the fact that I did everything, or
almost everything, he told me to do. If I remember correctly, he pulled me
around to suck his cock during his 'break' and I got all that yucky KY
Jelly on my tongue, as well as his precum and juices from my rectum, but
while sucking Carl's sloppy cock I did get to see Larry enter Willie, and
Larry was better endowed, cock-wise, than Carl. Larry slammed his boner up
Willie's ass, pulling back on Willie's shoulders as he did it, and to see
his long boner disappear inside Wilie was kind of a turn-on. Willie yelped,
and got two hard smacks on the side of his ass from Larry for his trouble,
then Carl, while I was sucking his cock smacked the side of my head,
saying, "Pay attention to what you're doing; don't be watching those two,
ya pervert!" Yeah, look who calling who a pervert, ya know?    Anyway,
those were dumb days for me, but I did get wicked hot back then, with the
rough stuff too, and as I think back on it now it seems obvious that Carl
recognized that in me and pushed it as far as he dared; the bastard. Like I
said, I thought it was just a routine part of gay sex in my naive
days. Okay, to be honest, thinking back on that situation, I still get a
bit of a stiffy 'cause Carl did fuck me good, and it had been the first
time I saw a cock actually go up a boy's ass. Carl slapped my head twice
more because I couldn't resist glancing over a couple of times as Larry had
Willie plastered to the side of the bed pounding his hard shiny-wet cock up
Willie's quivering ass. The lips of Willie's anus were sucked in during
penetration and then pulled out at withdrawal and it's a sexy thing to
watch. Willie's cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure pretty quickly
though, and we both, Willie and me, were sprouting hard boners through most
of it. When Larry, like Carl, got over his initial horniness, Larry pulled
out of Willie and a long string of precum, ass juices, and KY jelly formed
a sticky string extending from the head of his cock to Willie's pussy, er,
his ass. Larry swung Willie around to smack his face with that wet, sloppy
boner, then pushed it into Willie's mouth, as he's saying, "These two sluts
love it!" and Carl mumbled something about, "Yeah, their choice alright."
After cleaning the dominant's cocks, Willie and I were ordered back in
position on the bed, taking smacks on our asses when we weren't holding our
asses high enough to suite our 'tops'. Then we held hands with the sides of
our faces together, "Willie whispering in my ear, "Hot, huh?" and I guess
it was; or at least I convinced myself it was. We weren't allowed to look
back, "Keep your eyes straight ahead, girls!" Even without looking back I
knew when Larry pushed his cock up my ass, didn't need to look because it's
much longer than Carl's.    My ass was opened up by now anyway, so it went
in smoothly; it slid in, and in, and in, and in, making me moan with how
good it felt, getting me a slap on the ass, "Keep your pie hole shut!"
ordered Larry. Willie was moaning too as we held hands, his left to my
right, keeping our asses up for the hard fucking we were getting. Oh man,
the things you do as kids! Larry held my hips with both hands, really
fucking me, and soon he grunted, "I'm cumming, Larry... this is one hot
pussy on this kid; ya got yourself a winner here, and ya broke him in good
too..." Carl only response was a primal scream, "AAAGGGHHH! Fuck!" as he
leans over Willie's back and unloads his sticky spunk up Willie's ass,
Willie humping back off the bed into Carl's thrusts. Willie was moaning
quietly into the side of my face, "Ahh, ahh, ahh..." as he began cumming on
the towel under him, getting the spunk all over his crotch and belly. Then,
Larry made a long grunting sound and I felt his sperm plow into my
rectum. I wasn't quite there yet myself, which is surprising because I
usually cum quickly. If it were Carl fucking me at that point, back then, I
would have blown my load by then. Larry smacked the sides of my ass as he
shot four or five spurts of cum into me, and after laying on my back and
kissing the back of my neck, probably something he wishes he didn't do, but
maybe couldn't help himself, he pulled out, muttering to Carl, "Let's
switch," and a few seconds later Carl's cum dripping cock slid up my ass as
Larry's goes up Willie's. Carl pumped my sloppy ass while squeezing the
sides of my hips, digging his fingers in, and within a minute I made an
embarrassing squeal as I shot a major load of spunk onto that towel. Maybe
I'm embellishing it, but in my mind's eye that was the biggest, most
dramatic orgasm I'd had so far in my life, as of then ... I've had much
better ones since. Willie and I had to suck our man's cocks clean after
they were done with our asses, and we switched off halfway through the
process, me switching from sucking Carl's softening cock to doing the same
for Larry, and back then I remember thinking it was sexy that the cock I
was sucking had been up both Willie's and my ass, and that Willie had just
sucked it before me.    I guess Willie and me were cum sluts back then, but
my excuse is... I was new at it, and didn't know any better... I don't know
what Willie's excuse was since he'd been 'out' and supposedly sexually
active for a number of years by then. Later, the dominant Carl and Larry
made Willie and me make-out with each other, cum and saliva running down
our chins, and I think we had to suck each other off too while Carl and
Larry watched and played with themselves. To think that they still claimed
to be straight back then is laughable, but I didn't really give it much
thought at the time. Now they're both 'out' as openly gay bullies, I
suppose... 'out' in any case. I'm not sure if I got all the details correct
in my memory, but it was something like that, and I've got myself a boner
right now from thinking about it. Just one of Willie's and my early
adventures and, what can I say except, I've learned a lot since then. It
was a portion of my early submissive training I suppose, if that's what
Carl and Larry were even about, it's still with me to this very day, to a
degree. Of course, I probably had a predisposition towards submissiveness
during sex to begin with, and still have it. It was just exploited back
then by older more experienced and dominant bullies.    Jesus! My boner's
so obvious I need to take a spare towel and casually lay it across my
lap. Too bad Willie's so fucked-up right now or he'd have himself a horny
sex buddy... haha!. That being said, I'm so over Carl, and I was never into
Larry in the first place, so they can both go to hell as far as I'm
concerned. I used to have a spot of affection for Carl because he taught me
a lot, but that cluster-fuck he tried to orchestrate last Friday was it for
me. He's in my shit bin from now on... the very thought of having sex with
him is revolting, but that doesn't change the past memories... still, that
was then and this is now. Speaking of now, I check my watch, and I'm like,
"Where the fuck is Willie?"  Wow, it's been a few hours since I left the
room. Seeing Dominic, I wave him over to ask him to leave our beach chairs
here 'cause I'm just gonna go up to check on my sick friend. I go trudging
through the soft hot sand, carrying my borrowed sandals so they don't get
covered in sand. I need to adjust my still slightly firm pecker as I walk
along on my way to see what's up with Willie.  
 
to be continued...  Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com