Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 04:31:37 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 29 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 29 by Donny Mumford This has been quite a day for me, spent mostly with Ray and his posse. I gave Devon a haircut at noon; he's a member of Ray's posse, and then hung out with Ray and the guys at the mall. Later in the afternoon I gave haircuts to Manny and Jameson, two other members of Ray's posse, so now all the so-called posse members are either rocking my burr haircuts or the haircut I gave Jameson and Devon, which is a short haircut with the hairs on top combed down and the bangs flipped up in front. Dawg and Mark are the only two members of the posse I haven't given haircuts to. Dawg is rocking a ponytail and Mark's an asshole, suspended currently from the posse by Ray. Chubby and I had dinner together, and then Ray and I doubled dated with Devon and Annie at the movies, after which we met up with Manny, Jameson, and Bean at McDonald's. It was kinda cool seeing all the boys at the table with my haircuts. Anyway, after McDonald's, Ray and I went to his house where I sucked his cock until he shot his load in my mouth, then we played pool until almost two o'clock in the morning. Most of the pool-playing consisted of Ray giving me lessons on how to shoot pool properly. I gotta say, everything about Ray and his posse surprised me. They're all normal kids with girlfriends and they're interested in sports and being buddies with each other. A nice bunch of kids actually, and not the oddballs I thought they'd be. My problem is they're all almost two years younger than me, which is why I feel awkward hanging out with them. Ray turned out to be maybe the biggest surprise: the better I get to know him, the more I like him. He's always been the leader of this group of kids that he grew up with, so he's got a natural bossiness about him, and he's loaded with confidence too, these are two qualities I'm attracted to. While playing pool it got so late I spent the night with Ray and we had an amazing fuck in his bed. Right now Ray's just about finished lecturing me, telling me why I'm attracted to him, which he claims is because I've now seen the difference between sex with a pretty-boy, like Robby, and sex with a macho bisexual boy, like him. Ray's hot sex followed by his lecture, which was innocently naive and presented with the confidence he has about everything, put me in one of my submissive trances, which feels dreamy. It's like I'm floating in air sexually contented and well taken care of. We're naked in his bed with my ass still vibrating from his big mushroom-headed cock fucking me. Ray warns me he won't put up with me cheating on him, although he has grandfathered in Robby as an existing factor, but there's to be no one else I can have sex with. He's already got me to promise I'll join his posse again tomorrow for a softball game, and now he wants my promise to be committed to him and his posse; fully committed, not just when it suits me. All of this is presented to me with him staring into my eyes as we lay facing each other in bed, and the presumptuousness of everything he says so confidently puts me deeper into my trance. It's quite hypnotic, but as I've said, very dreamy and peaceful. Ray puts his hand on my shoulder, and in a quiet voice tells me, "Now I need you to be totally honest with me, and with yourself. I want you to give me your word that you'll be committed to me. Being committed to me means being faithful to me and as fully functional in my posse as Bean, or Devon, or any of them. We both know you've had fun jerking me around in the past, but it's a different situation now because you've seen another side of me, and from the things you've said and done we both know you're hot for me and captivated by my macho manner, both in life and sex. You know the difference between sex with pretty-boy Dickers and a stud like me, as I've mentioned already. It's obvious which one you prefer. I'm simply looking for a promise from you that you'll be loyal to me and your fellow posse members. That's how I roll for all the guys, and that's what I'll expect from you too. What do you say?" This is as preposterous as Ray's ever been, but he's right about me seeing him in a different light, a more favorable one. In my submissive frame of mind I desperately want to say yes to him, but the magnitude of what he proposes is impossible to accept. Unfortunately, my state of mind won't allow me to speak one way or another. I'd like to hear him talk some more, so I just stare at him with my lips parted as I float in the air. He looks perplexed that I won't say anything. Finally, he says, "Is this too soon in our relationship? Do you need more time to get used to the idea of being committed to me? I was under the impression you were enthralled with me and my posse, and that you had a great time with all of us. I know you thought my fuck just now was awesome because you told me it was and I witnessed your climax. You don't have many climaxes like that I'll bet, and I doubt you've ever been fucked better. So, what's the problem?" Using all my limited willpower I open my eyes as wide as I can and begin to come out of my trance, but I'm still very attracted to Ray at the moment. Taking a deep breath I try speaking, then shake my head getting the cobwebs out and for some stupid reason I put my fingers in Ray's hair, and said, "You're right about a lot of what you said, Ray; especially the part where you said it's too early in our relationship for me to fully commit to you like you want. I'm not saying I won't, I just need more time. Is that okay?" He puts his hand on my hand, the one in his hair, and squeezes my hand, saying with a smile, "Of course it's alright, I told you before I respect your honesty; that's how we'll forge trust between us. If you think it's too soon in our relationship, that's cool. I make quick decisions and I'm ready to commit to you, but you need more time and that's fine. At least I outlined what I expect of you when you're ready to commit, and in the meantime we'll continue like we've been doing. Don't look worried, Dylan, it's fine, really." He pulls my head over and kisses my lips, then laughs, "I'm getting to like kissing you. Annie says you smell good and she's right." I'm still staring at him, licking my lips, tasting his kiss. He says, "You're probably hung-up on the difference in our ages, right?" I manage to mutter, "A little bit, yeah, Ray." He says, "That's stupid, Dylan, no one cares about a year or whatever it is. I'm eighteen and you're nineteen; what's the big deal?" I go, "You just turned eighteen and I'm about to turn twenty." He shrugs, "Don't let something that insignificant keep you from a good time and belonging to something worthwhile, like my posse. We're a tight bunch, and then there's the fact you and me are boyfriends. You knew from past experiences with me that I'm awesome in the sex department, too." I nod my head and Ray pats my cheek. I'm thinking, well, that went pretty good, then I say something stupid. "Um, Ray, would you do a little more of that sex department stuff? I'd really like more." He laughs, "We're laying in a cum-saturated bed and you want more already? No, I told you before that too much of a good thing dilutes it. I'm in charge of our sex department, but I'm flattered you need it from me again so soon. You'll get plenty, don't worry. Let's get to sleep now." I move over to him and put my arms around him catching a whiff of his sexy BO scent. He chuckles, muttering, "Okay, is this how you want to sleep, hugging me? I'm good with that," and he wraps his arms around me too. My face goes next to his so I can feel his whiskers, and he chuckles again, then quietly says, "You are so hot for me it's giving me another boner. Get to sleep now and don't forget your promise, okay?" I try to remember what I promised. Was it about the softball game? I mutter, "I won't forget, Ray." He says, "Someone will pick you up, either me or one of the posse will get you at two o'clock." He rubs my back and I kiss the side of his face. His whiskers are so fucking hot. Ray goes to sleep quickly, but his sexiness keeps me awake. Ray's one-and-done policy with anal sex is disturbing because I'm used to more. Ryan was perfect for me giving me all I could handle, and Robby can do that at times, too. Yesterday for example: it's hard to change from three or four sexual experiences a day to one, and sometimes even none. Ray's turning me on alright, but after Ryan, I need more than Ray's providing. His long lecture did get me in one of my submissive trances, and he even provided me with my excuse for not committing to him fully. I jumped at that phrase, 'too early in our relationship', option. Damn, that saved me because I almost committed to Ray in my trance state. If I had, then what? I'm really missing Ryan, that's the problem; it makes me susceptible to Ray's proposal. Ryan emailed me that his parents don't want him to visit so soon after leaving, but he's going to keep working on them. Hell, if I was sleeping with Ryan right now, I'd just wake him and he'd be ready to fuck me again. No way Ray would do that, which makes me think he couldn't possibly like anal sex with me as much as he says he does. That mushroom head on his cock is fantastic and I'd like to feel it up my ass right now. He's the first boy I've run into with a head on their cock that big. No wonder it feels so good. Yeah, I'd be crazy to drop having sex with Ray, as infrequent as it is. Without having Ryan to satisfy me sexually, I better hold onto Ray even if it is a little bit awkward hanging out with his posse. Damn, I love and really miss Ryan. I'm nowhere near in love with Ray, of course, but he's what I got at the moment, and like I said... I like him a lot more than I thought I would. Same for his posse. Ray moves in his sleep and, mmmm, Ray's BO smells sexy. It isn't like any BO I've ever smelled before, not that many guys have BO nowadays. I'm gonna ask Ryan not to shower the next time I see him so I can checkout what his BO smells like. That gets me hot and I consider waking Ray, but he's a bulldog, when he says no, it's final. Rubbing my face against his gives me a boner and I consider jerking off in his bathroom, but fortunately I fall asleep before I can work up the nerve to do that. Sunday morning I wake up first. Ray and I rolled away from each other during the night so I move over and feel his whiskers with my fingers. If I wake him, what are the chances he'd fuck me? Probably not good, as I need to maintain some dignity anyway, so begging for it is out of the question. Glancing at my watch, I'm startled to see it's almost ten o'clock. Shaking Ray, I say, "Ray, Ray it's almost ten o'clock." He's like, "What? Oh, good morning, Dylan. What'd you say?" I go, "I gotta get home, Ray." He jumps up, "Okay, sure. Let's go, I promised I'd get you home on time and I will." We quickly pee, wash our face and hands, then brush our teeth and get dressed. No kisses, no nothing, but right now I just want to get home before anyone knows I was gone. Ray drives me home talking about yesterday and last night. It brings back memories of our sex, and I ask him, "Do you think we can do something sexy after the softball game, Ray?" He takes a deep breath, then says, "Please don't constantly nag me to fuck you, Dylan. It's flattering, but I'm the guy in our relationship and I never heard of a girl nagging her boyfriend for sex, not that I'm inferring you're a girl. You know what I mean, right?" I go, "Yeah, I know what you mean, and I'm sorry for nagging, but it's just that, you know, you're the stud and I thought you might want to. I'm just suggesting that in case you did, and so you'd know I'd be up for it." He reaches over and pats my thigh, "No big deal, Dylan. I know how you feel, but be patient. Like I've said before, we're new together, but you'll get used to how I'm going to do things. Here's a compromise: I'll let you suck me off after the game. Okay? We'll be working well together soon enough." I don't say anything because I like sucking his cock, then I figure I'd better says thanks for the compromise. I go, "That's fair, Ray, thanks." He says, "No problem. And it's not just you who needs to get used to me, I need to get used to you, too. So far we're doing great, don't ya think?" I mutter, "Yep, we are, Ray." As soon as Ray drops me off I take out my cell phone and text Robby while walking up the steps, 'Hi, Rob. Come over for brunch. Love, Dylan.' He texts right back, 'Thanks, love you, I'll be right over, Rob.' Hmmm, maybe we can sneak in a little nookie. I go into my condo and leave a note for mom, 'I'm at Chubby's planning brunch.' She probably doesn't even know I didn't sleep here last night. My bedroom door is closed and mom gets home late Saturday nights and always goes right to bed. Letting myself into Chubby and Tris' condo, I go into Chubby's bedroom. He's still sleeping. Leaning down I kiss him and one of his eyes opens. He groans, "Ooh, Dylan, I've got a wicked hangover. Could you please shop for the brunch and then I'll help you make it, but keep it simple, bro, I'm hurting." I rub his hair, mumbling, "Sure, Chubby. Robby's coming over so we'll shop for the food, but you need to get up soon. " He goes, "Uh huh, thanks, Dylan." As soon as I walk outside I see Robby's pickup coming down the street. Taking the steps two at a time I run down to stand at the curb as he pulls up. Motioning for him to put down his window, I lean in for a kiss. Robby holds my head and gives me a long kiss on the lips making my dick move around in my shorts. Then he hugs around my neck, muttering, "I never get tired of smelling you and looking at your cute face; goddamn you're cute," and he kisses my nose. I mumble, "You too, Robby. Will you drive me to Stop and Shop so I can get food for brunch?" He's like, "Of course, hop in." As we drive I try feeling Robby out, "Um, how was your date least night?" He gives me a look, mumbling, "You know we don't talk about sex on the side." I go, "Oh, did you go out?" He says, "Yes, did you?" Since I'm kinda stuck with Ray for awhile, I might as well get this over with. I go, "Yes I did, with Ray Ellis," and I get the reaction I expected. "Ray Ellis? Are you shitting me?" I go, "No, he's alright. What's wrong with him?" Robby goes, "He's a goof in high school, fer chrissakes, and you're a sophomore in college!" I shrug, "I don't care about a year or so difference; he's eighteen and I'm nineteen." He goes, "Oh, Dylan, I can't believe this. Ray Ellis?" I say, "Thanks for all your support, Robby. I miss Ryan, even if you don't, and I don't know anyone else. Ray wanted a haircut, and one thing led to another, that's the whole story." He shrugs, mumbling, "Ya gotta be kidding me." I try to justify why Ray is my sex on the side, "Ray was available and it seemed a good idea at the time. You said I can have only one side sex partner so, you know, it's gotta be Ray since I slipped up and had sex with him. I'm sorta stuck, so I went out with him last night. You were out with Travis." Robby says, "I'm sorry I jumped down your throat, Dylan. I guess Ray acts differently around you, but every time I see him he's a goofy bastard. On the other hand, I'm not too worried about the competition, heh heh." I mutter, "Don't be mean, Rob," and he says, "Hey, I was sure you'd hook up with Seth, he's gay you know?" I say, "I know, I was thinking about Seth, but Ray kinda won me over, sort of." Robby's thinking about it, he says, "Ray's fine," but he can't help teasing me, "What'd you two kids do on your date, go to a movie?" I frown because that's exactly what we did, "You and me don't see enough movies, Robby, we should go to a few ourselves. How come you're being mean, Rob?" He says, "I'm not being mean. If you want, we can take a drive over to the office?" Meaning drive to work where it's safe to have a sexy time behind the main building. Too quickly, I go, "Yeah, lets do that." He laughs, "Really, do we have time?" I'm quick to reply, "Yep, the brunch doesn't have a set time. They won't mind if it's a little later than usual. Come on, lets go." He glances at me, then says, "You're awfully eager, didn't it go so good with Ray last night?" I mutter, "You know we don't talk about side sex." Robby's curious, "Who does who between you two?" I shrug, "Um, I guess Ray only wants to top... but you know I like that best anyway." Robby mumbles, "Well, same with Travis, so we're in the same boat as far as that goes, but for me it's something different, being the bottom, that's basically what holds my interest in Travis at the moment, but him and me are strictly doing buddy sex. We like each other, but that's as far as it goes." I say, "It makes me jealous, you know." Robby says, "I'm very familiar with that emotion. Hey, why don't we do the brunch first, and after brunch we can take our time having sex." I do a phony cough, then mutter, "I've got something I need to do this afternoon." Robby asks, "What's up this afternoon?" I go, "Oh, just a softball game, that's all." He glances at me again, "Softball game? With who?" I go, "Um, you know, Ray and some guys." Robby doesn't say anything, so I ask, "What's wrong with playing softball?" He says, "Nothing, but it sounds like you're hooking up with Ray and those high school goofs in his so-called posse." I go, "Not yet, I mean not really. I'm playing softball." He asks, "What'd ya do yesterday?" I cough again, "Um, I was at the mall and, okay, I ran into Ray, but I'd just given this kid a haircut and he had a car so he gave me a ride. What's wrong with that?" Robby says, "I'm really not giving you the third degree, Dylan, I love you, remember? What you do is always of interest to me, which is why I'm asking you what you've been up to. Who'd you give a haircut to?" I might as well just get it out, "I gave it to this kid Devon, he's one of Ray's posse, and after my trip to the mall I gave haircuts to two other guys in his posse. They're all good kids. I thought they'd be goofs too, but they're not." Robby says, "You're getting upset. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about how much we love each other. I'm not being judgmental, Dylan, if you say they're good guys, that's good enough for me. Honest." Well, that didn't go too badly, and I'm glad I'm being mostly up front with Robby. I'm happy to leave it at that though, as I'm certainly not interested in talking about Ray and the posse anymore. This wasn't as big a deal as I thought it'd be. Once Robby got over the shock, it's like he's fine with me hanging our with those guys. He's probably glad it's someone like Ray for my side sex, and not someone like Seth, who'd be more of a worry for Robby. Okay, so now I can go out with Ray without worrying about it. All I need to work on is getting Ray to do more frequent sex. And now that I've admitted to Robby I'm kinda hanging around with Ray and the posse, I can make Ray happy by doing more hanging with his boys. Yeah, Ray's hot and sexy and he fucks great; he just needs to do a little more of it. Plus, I enjoy cutting the posse's hair, so it's all good. Hell, I'm adventurous and this is something new. Hooking up with the posse, belonging to a group, is something I've never done before; it's kinda cool if I'm open-minded about it. I can't do that 'fully committed' deal Ray was talking about last night, but I can hook-up with Ray and his boys when Ray wants me to. This could be cool, actually. Damn, he's sexy. I know I'm probably overreacting because I'm missing Ryan so much, but what the hell, Ray's partially satisfying my submissive side with his bossy sex and I kinda like being in the posse; it feels good belonging to something. Okay, that's settled, and without it being the humiliating big deal I expected it to be. Hmmm, how am I gonna explain this to Chubby though? He can't stand Ray, never mind me hanging with high school kids in Ray's posse. This will be awkward, but I might as well get it over with. I actually want to be in Ray's posse now; funny how things work out. Ray's sort of a tame version of Willy. Ryan was a better version, of course, but he's not here at the moment. After the softball game I'm going to sort of commit to being a loyal posse member and maybe Ray will give in and put his big mushroom headed cock up my ass as my reward. Robby asks, "What are you thinking about now, boyfriend?" I stutter, "Huh, what, um, I'm thinking about my boyfriend taking care of me in a sexy fashion; that's what." He goes, "That makes me feel good. I know you're missing Ryan and I'm determined to try making up some of the difference for you." I go, "I'm liking that you're gonna be stepping up to the plate like that, Rob. You're my main man and I know I can always depend on you." Robby parks in a secluded spot at Dickers Landscaping and Design, it's a spot where he knows there's no security camera surveillance. He puts the windows down, and turns off the pickup, then asks, "Are you up for a rough fuck, boyfriend?" That gets me pulling at the crotch of my shorts, looking at Robby longingly. I mutter, "Rough fuck?" and he's like, "Yeah, I know that's the way Ryan did you because of the two times I was a prick and made him describe the way he fucked you. Remember?" I go, "Sure I remember. I get embarrassed just thinking about it." He says, "It was awful of me, but I already admitted I was wrong about that, and apologized. A minute ago I said I wanted to try and provide at least some of what you're missing with Ryan; that's why I mentioned a rough fuck. We did kinky sex last time and that was a little rough, but I don't want to go through all the trouble involved with that this morning, and we don't have a lot of time anyway." I pull at my crotch again, "Anyway you want to do it will be great, Rob. I'd miss you as much or more than I miss Ryan, if you were gone." He says, "I'm not going any place without you, baby." I smile at that and so does Robby. He's grinning, saying, "Just trying to remember to call you an affectionate term of endearment once in awhile, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, and you know I love that, and I love you too, sweetheart." We both laugh because it sounds funny coming from my mouth. He says, "Sweetheart? That might be crossing the line, baby," and we get to laughing again, with me mumbling, "You might be right, honey." Robby slides over on the bench seat, laughing, and muttering, "Honey, my ass, darling." We laugh for a minute, then look into each other's eyes and our arms go around one another as our lips come together. Deep loving kisses replace the laughter with Robby squeezing my ass and me running my fingers through his short blond hair. I love Robby so much and I know he loves me, too. Our tongues smoothly rub together as our lips kiss and his familiar scent is so special to me. The kissing and sucking go on until I'm whimpering with desire for my true love. Maybe I forget how wonderful my true lover is at times, but as soon as we kiss all the loving times we've had together floods my brain. The sides of our faces are together as we catch our breath, clutching each other. Robby says quietly in my ear, "This morning I'm going to fuck you like your other boyfriend does it, and maybe you'll forget him and be only mine in time." I mumble, "I will, Robby, I promise. In time it'll be just you and me in our own private world of love and sex." Robby grips my chin to pull me face to face with him, then says, "At times over the years I've felt like the dark horse running after you in a fantasy, but I'm the front runner for your love now and I'm intent on increasing my lead." I say, "You already won that race, Robby, but don't stop running." We kiss some more, fondling each other as we kiss, then Robby breathlessly says, "Suck my cock, Dylan." I slide off the seat and get on my knees between his legs. Unbuttoning his shorts and pulling down the zipper his four-inch boner pops out the opening of his boxer shorts, and I suck it into my mouth to twirl my tongue around the head. Pushing my nose against his shaved belly, the cock head goes in my throat and I work my throat muscles on the head as Robby squirms on the seat while massaging my head. Pulling off his cock, a string of precum attaches to my top lip and then breaks away from his pee slit to drop down across my chin. Getting a grip on the waistband of his shorts and underwear, I mumble, "Lift up," and when he raises his ass off the seat I pull his pants down to his ankles and spread his legs. My tongue laps at his nuts and when they're covered with saliva I lift his scrotum and lick under it as Robby scoots forward in the seat. Now my tongue licks his asshole and drags across it to the back of his bag of nuts. Back to his asshole for more laps until Robby gasps, then says, "Stand up, turn around, and pull your pants down." My boner is uncomfortably hard in my shorts, pressing against the material, and it's a relief to free it. It bobs in the air hitting the dashboard. Robby stands next to me and gives my bare ass a hard spanking until it's past the feeling-good point, and I whine, "That really hurts, Rob." He gives me five more smacks and I'm going from one foot to the other moaning, "Ow!" "Ow!" "Ow!" as he spanks away. Then he pushes roughly behind my head, I bend over further sticking out my smacked stinging ass. Robby says, "Ryan probably spanks you harder, but that's all I want to do," and his hard cock head is at my anus pressing, pressing, pressing and the lips split and he's in my rectum with both of us moaning, "Ooooooh, oooh," the stinging ass is forgotten as I push back and Robby, gripping my hips with both hands, pushes forward. It's so tight, but feels so good, I moan again, "Ooooh, it feels so good, Rob." His boner goes in until he's tight up against my buttocks; he gets his forearm around my stomach and begins thrusting hard drives up my ass, just moving his hips. The thrusts are very hard and fast. His chest lays on my back with his chin at the top of my shoulder; his boner constantly plowing my ass. Each hard thrust knocks the head of my boner against the dashboard and the top of my head against the windshield. The 'Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of Robby's body smacking into my butt cheeks, his grunting along with my whimpering, is all I hear. The pleasure sensations inside me that his cock is causing, build and build as sweat forms between his crotch and my ass, and his arm and my stomach. I use one hand to cushion between my boner and the dashboard and now it even feels better. My nuts are hard at the top of my scrotum as my boner tries sticking straight out but I hold it up against my belly. Robby's fast, hard, relentless driving of his cock in my rectum is like a drum beat of sexual pleasure in my brain. My orgasm is on me now and I let out, "Aaaaaaaaah, mmmmmm, ooooh," as cum gushes out the head of my boner hitting Robby's arm and spraying up on my chest. "Mmmmmmmm, aah, aah! umph," as my muscles contract and four quick strings of cum shoot from my cock. Robby grunts and moans, pulling his cock from my ass and dropping back on the seat. I'm dizzy from my orgasm, but I turn around and drop to my knees taking his cock in my mouth even as cum still drools from my cock. Robby humps off the seat and I suck and tongue his boner, sucking precum, then desperate sounds from Robby, "Mmmmm ah, ahhhhh," and cum pours from his nuts to rush up his cock and splash at the back of my throat. A long stream follows and then just spurts of cum as Robby moans at the pleasure of climax. Swallowing it all, I'm still sucking on his cock even after his orgasm's abated. After a minute or so, Robby moans, then says, "Hands and knees on the seat." I scrambling up on the seat, anxious to feel his cock inside me again. On his knees behind me he slides his cock up my ass, grips my hips again and pounds my ass with me doing constant moaning for maybe ten minutes until we both have phantom climaxes that produce a replica of climax without the messy part. He's exhausted as he lazily piles tissue on the seat for me to sit on and, side by side, we hug each other breathing deeply. Robby's pale through his tan at first, then his color returns as he chuckles, muttering, "Ya know, topping you beats being the bottom with him." I'm glad he didn't say his name because that would intrude on our time together. Taking another deep breath, I say, "That was sexy, Robby, but you don't need to spank me on my account. The novelty of getting spanked before getting fucked is pretty much gone for me." He smiles, saying, "Maybe I wasn't spanking you for your benefit. I like spanking you because I know you deserve it. I'm not sure of specifics, but I have a feeling you've done something that warrants a spanking." I go, "Well, you're wrong there, sweetheart, I've been a good boy for months now." He looks at me, "Honestly? You haven't alley-catted around at all?" I rub the palm of my hand across his sweaty forehead, mumbling, "Honest to God, I've followed the rules of our threesome." He's excited, "That's awesome, Dylan! I'm really proud of you. Actually, the spanking was for your benefit, I didn't know you changed your mind about that. I'm sorry I spanked you. You need to tell me when you deserve it, okay?" I go, "Riiiight! I probably won't because your spankings hurt." He smirks, and starts the car to get the air-conditioning going, muttering, "That spanking was for past alley-catting around then." The windows go up and we pull our pants up too, and then cuddle and bask in the afterglow of sex. When we've cooled-off and satisfied our need for each other at the moment, Robby drives us to Stop and Shop where I get a honeydew melon, strawberries, eggs, bacon, and shredded cheddar cheese. We'll have cut up melon and strawberries, scramble eggs with cheese, and thick bacon on the side. One last stop at Dunkin' Donuts for a dozen assorted donuts and this will be our simple brunch. At the condo we find the moms and Chubby drinking coffee; Chubby's looking a little rough around the edges being grilled by the moms about his latest girlfriend. We get a nice smiling greeting with Chubby saying, "Reinforcements at last," and the moms saying, "The boyfriends are here," making Robby and me exchange grins thinking, 'If they only knew the extent of it'. Everyone starts in on the donuts as I put bacon in a large skillet and Chubby cuts-up the fruit. Robby pours coffees for him and me. When the bacon's ready I scramble a bunch of eggs, melting the cheese in the cooking eggs and we sit down to eat. Tris says to Robby and me, "You two make the cutest couple. I'll bet the girls are jealous," and we endure subtle questions regarding what exactly it means being gay boyfriends. We sidestep everything with vague comments keeping a smile on our faces and finally I get the conversation back to Chubby and he deflects it to the moms by feigning curiosity about the moms and their twin boyfriends. Everyone survives and the moms clean up after breakfast while Chubby, Robby, and me go outside for a cigarette. I'm looking for an opening to explain to Chubby about Ray, his posse, and me, when Robby asks Chubby, "What do you think about our boy here hanging with Ellis and his ridiculous posse?" So I guess Robby isn't as cool with it as I thought. Chubby looks at me, and asks, "Does Elliot have his own posse now? I thought he was way too shy for something like that." Robby exhales some smoke, muttering, "The other Ellis." Chubby goes, "That nitwit Ray?" I go, "Yeah, Ray's misunderstood. He's a good guy when you get to know him." Chubby's like, "Why the hell do you hook-up with the kooks like that Worthington kid and now Ray Ellis? Jesus, I need to spend more time with you." I go, "It's no big deal! Ray and I mess around occasionally and I give his friends haircuts." Robby says, "I'm not breaking your balls about this, Dylan, but you also hang-out at the mall with them and you're playing a softball game with them this afternoon." I mutter, "So? Softballs fun." Chubby talks with smoke coming out his mouth and nose, "How the fuck old are those guys anyway?" I say, "Their eighteen and I'm nineteen. I don't think I'm breaking any laws here; we're all adults in the eyes of the law." Chubby shrugs, "Knock yourself out, bro. It's not that big a deal, but don't bring that weirdo around me; he's too weird for me." I say, "You just don't know him, Chubby, but hell, I'm sick of trying to justify myself over an insignificant matter. I try to like everyone, ya know? What's wrong with that?" Chubby hugs me, "Nothing's wrong with it, Dylan. You're awesome and I'll love you no matter who you hook-up with." Robby rubs my head, "I'm fucking teasing you, Dylan. I love you more than Chubby; you know that." Chubby says to Robby, "Let's arm wrestle to see who loves our favorite boy most." I can't help grinning because it's nice guys say they love me." I go, "I love you two, too, but you know how sensitive I am, so stop picking on me." Robby and Chubby tussle me around, going, "Oh, Dylan's sensitive," while I'm thinking, 'Okay, I got over this hurdle'. The truth is, Robby and Chubby are the only two I care what they think of me. So, it'll be Ray for side sex and hangin' with his boys a little, too. They all really like me being one of their posse and that's a good feeling too. Robby's got to get home and Chubby's going in to Boston with Mary Jo and another couple. They're going in to visit the museum of science. I'd rather play softball. We say goodbye and I go in to clean up a little and try to find my baseball glove. I finally find it in the storage area and then I wait outside for whoever is going to pick me up. It's five after two when Jameson drives up to the curb in a late model Volvo station wagon. Manny, Dawg, Devon, and a redheaded younger kid I don't know are all in the car. Jameson holds his fist out the window and I bump it with mine, saying, "Jameson, dude." He says, "We got a full car, Dylan, let my little brother, Sonny, sit on your lap in the back seat." I look at Sonny in the back seat, he's on the end closest to me. He grins at me, then opens the door with Sonny holding out his fist for me to bump, then he does the one arm hug so I do too, muttering, "Wassup, Sonny?" He goes, "I'm not in the posse, and you're the rookie, so we get screwed, that's what's up. I gotta sit on your lap, sorry 'bout that." I shrug, and get in as Sonny climbs on my lap and I close the door, then exchange fist bumps with Dawg, in the middle, and Manny leans over Dawg for his fist bump and Devon does the same, leaning over to me from his shotgun seat in front. Manny's saying, "I'm still getting rave reviews for my haircut, Dylan. My girl really likes it." I ask, "She feeling better?" and he goes, "Yeah, thanks for asking." Jameson looks at me in the rearview mirror, asking, "Can you give Sonny a haircut after the game?" I squeeze one of Sonny's narrow shoulders, asking, "You want a haircut, Sonny?" He says, "Yeah, if you don't mind. I do everything my brother does, heh heh, he's my idol." Manny says, "Sonny ain't lying about that. I wish my brother was more like him." And then I remember that after the game I'm suppose to suck Ray off, and I don't want to pass that up. I go, "Um, we'll work something out, Sonny. Let's see how long the game goes." He asks, "You really big Ray's gay boyfriend?" I go, "Yeah, you're sitting on a gay boy's lap. How do you like it?" He mutters, "I don't like sitting on anybody's lap. Would you?" I go, "No, now that you mention it, I wouldn't." Dawg's talking to Manny, as Sonny says to me, "My brother says you're trustworthy and won't try any gay shit on me, but you can if you want to." I sarcastically mumble, "Wow, what a vote of confidence." Sonny has red hair that's very close to orange and it's over his ears and over the collar of his tee-shirt, almost as long as Devon's was. I ask, "You want the same haircut your brother has?" Sonny, goes, "Yep, exactly," and Jameson laughs, then says to me, "Bean and Ray will meet us at the field; we're playing on the middle school's diamond." I go, "Oh," as Sonny leans back against me, very relaxed where I'd have thought he's be uncomfortable sitting on my lap and therefore be stiff as a wire. He has a nice scent, and then I realize I've never cut orange hair. In Sonny's case, I can't imagine why he has so much of it. I mean, it's fucking orange! You'd think he'd want as little of it as possible on his head. He also doesn't do much for me sexually, although he does have a damn nice ass on him and it'd be way embarrassing to spring a boner. I ask, "Are you in middle school, Sonny?" He turns his head brushing the orange hair at the back of his head in my face, to say, "Hey, thanks a fucking lot. I'm seventeen; I'll be a junior in high school this fall." Jameson says, "Everybody thinks Sonny looks like a kid. He's a year behind me." At the middle school we pile out with Sonny getting off my lap, and out the door with a hand supporting himself right in my crotch and I swear to God he squeezed my cock, then he's looking back at me with a smirk on his face. It could be he's taunting the gay kid, or it could be he's secretly gay himself. In either case I'm not getting involved with the brother of one my posse homies and especially an underage one. Ray waves us over to the diamond where quite a few kids are playing catch. We walk over and the ritual of fist bumping and quick hugs runs it's course with Ray rubbing my hair after the hug, saying in my ear, "You are fucking cute, dude," followed by him putting his arm around my neck as we walk over to the side. He's telling us, "We got eight guys and so do they. What we did is recruit a kid from the basketball courts to pitch to both sides. That way it's fair." Then he tells us our positions and he puts me as catcher, the shit detail if you ask me. Ray squeezes my ass, saying, "Good, you got a glove. Okay, they're up first," so we go to our positions and just like that the game starts. Ray's playing shortstop, which doesn't surprise me; like I said, nothing surprises me now about these guys. It's a nice afternoon and softball is fun so I'm glad I came along. The pitcher just lobs the softball in so there are a lot of hits and a lot of runs, which is fun, too. Ray follows through with his baseball bat swing just like he did with his shooting in basketball and pool, and golf too, apparently, and I've no reason to doubt him. He's a very good fielder and so is Sonny, who is the second baseman. The rest of us are average school yard players as are the guys on the other team, which I've been told are from Saint Michael's Catholic School. There are a number of shouting matches regarding being safe or out, but no fights and we win by double digits so in the end it's not close. Seven innings and we've had enough. There's an outdoor fountain everyone drinks from and then the guys split up after agreeing to a rematch next Sunday. Ray grabs my arm pulling me to him, and says, "I've got to drop Bean and Dawg off, but I'll be over for you in about an hour for that treat I promised you. This gives you time to take care of Sonny's haircut. I appreciate you doing that because it brings a dimension to my posse we didn't have before; free haircuts rock." I nod, and Ray adds, "Um, can you clean yourself up a little, too? No offense, but I'd rather not have a sweaty face against my private parts." I go, "Aren't your private parts sweaty themselves?" He laughs, "Yeah, I guess they are at that. See ya in about an hour." Everyone does the fist bump routine for Bean, Ray, and Devon, then the rest of us pile into the Volvo. "Get the air-conditioning going, bro," from Sonny, who doesn't need to sit on my lap now that Devon's going with Ray. Jameson drops off Dawg and Manny, then he, me, and Sonny go to my condo for Sonny's haircut. In the basement Jameson tells his brother, "Take you shirt off, Sonny, and hop up on that stool," then to me, "Do you have a cold drink for us, Dylan?" I get us Cokes and start Sonny's haircut with him being very curious about what Ray and I do together. There's a lot of orange hair on the floor and on Sonny's lap by the time I'm through with his haircut, but very little about what Ray and I do together comes from me while Jameson laughs at my vague answers to Sonny. With short hair, Sonny's looking more like his brother, which is a good thing for him because Jameson's kinda cute. Sonny brushes hair off his lap as he stands-up saying, "Nice haircut, rookie, but I didn't learn much about gay and bi activity, did I?" I go, "You probably already know as much about it as I do. It's no secret." He grins, saying, "Yeah, but hearing it from someone who's doing it would make it more real." Jameson dead-pans, "Sonny's considering following Ray's path. When he heard Ray's bi, he said that sounds cool." I go, "It's only cool if it's real, ya can't fake it," and leave it at that. We clean up the hair, do the obligatory fist bump and hug with Sonny sneaking a lick on my cheek; they both thank me for giving Sonny his haircut, and then leave. I go upstairs and mentally checked off 'cut orange hair' from my 'to do' list and clean up for Ray. Don't want the leader of the pack to suspend me. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to cover expenses for nonprofit Nifty's free site. Thank you.