Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 13:57:31 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 38 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 38 by Donny Mumford After some very intense sex Ray and me are now quietly laying in bed together. His sexy odor has filled my entire bedroom; it's pretty much all I can smell and I wonder if it will linger until tomorrow morning. I wouldn't mind if it did, but it'd be embarrassing if mom came into my room, although that's highly unlikely. If I'm still smelling Ray's unusual scent tomorrow what's not highly unlikely is me jerking off to it because his smell is sexually arousing to me. His pheromones rule my olfactory receptors. One of Ray's arms is across my back as I'm partially laying on him, chest to chest with the side of my face on his hard left pec. He's casually playing with my ear and probably reliving our hot fuck in his head, like I'm doing. Our sex was special and worth taking a minute to think about. There was high heat and a huge climax from Ray that saturated my rectum. My orgasm was big too, although I climaxed with my boner squished between our bellies and now it's sticky between us now, plus both my butt cheeks are wet with cum that's drooled from my ass. I'm now contemplating a second fuck later on tonight as Ray's agreed to go for a two-bagger on this date, which will be a first for us. If he gets used to two-fuck dates it'll close the gap between the sex Ryan and I had together and the sex Ray and I have been having. I sorta nagged Ray into a second sexual encounter by imitating the way Ryan nags. Another thing I'm contemplating... are my hots for Ray the real deal or has my mind subconsciously transferred the heat I had for Ryan onto Ray? Ryan established such a high level of sexual expectation in me that without him I'm kinda desperate for extra hot sex from Ray, like we just had, but more than just once per night. Hell, some nights lately I'm getting zero sex. Robby's still a constant in my sex life of course, but I had Robby and Ryan as my one-two punch before Ryan moved. I've still got Robby, so replacing Ryan for the summer is what I'm hoping to do with Ray. The question remains, am I talking myself into thinking Ray's as hot as Ryan by using Ray's odor and whiskers to fool myself, or is it real sexual heat? I thought Ray was kind of sexy even before we became boyfriends, but now it's like his heat has gone way up there, so that's why I wonder if it's for real. On the other hand, what the hell difference does it make if it's real as long as I'm hot for him. Does it matter when I can't tell the difference anyway? I don't think so. I need to adopt an old philosophy of mine and go with the flow as long as it isn't hurting anyone including myself, and I don't see how this is hurting a soul. Ray mutters a question, "Have you ever been fucked as good as I just fucked you, Dylan? You can be honest about it, it's not really a big deal, I'm just curious." Well, being honest about it serves no good purpose at all, it would just complicate the situation trying to explain Ryan and the threesome, so I say, "No, Ray, I've never been fucked as good. Have you?" He asks, "How'd you know I was fucked? I didn't tell you. Who you been talking to?" I go, "I was trying to be funny, Ray. I had no idea you've been fucked. Was it Elliot?" He says,"No, not Elliot. I was experimenting with a friend of mine in tenth grade and he fucked me twice. It was painful for me so it wasn't enjoyable, some guys can't bottom for whatever reason. This kid wouldn't let me try doing it to him, so that's when I first asked you to help me determine if I was bisexual. You basically mocked me and that surprised me because I chose you thinking you were the nicest kid Elliot knew. You'll notice I haven't held your mocking against you, I still accepted you as my boyfriend. Hell, I wanted you as my boyfriend. Back then though, I was quite serious about discovering my true sexuality." I ask, "Why did you question your sexuality?" He goes, "I guess Elliot being gay put the idea in my head initially, plus I knew this friend, the one I just mentioned, who was fucking his younger brother, so that was on my mind too. His brother liked being fucked, by the way, it wasn't forced or anything like that. I don't have a younger brother so I tried to get Elliot to play the younger brother's part but he wouldn't at first, so I let the friend fuck me to see what it feels like, and as I've said it didn't work out. That's basically all there is to tell as far as me getting fucked goes. As you know, my brother and I do it occasionally now, but with me doing the fucking. Elliot's always the bottom for Jay, so he prefers it that way." Jeez, I thought Ray was full of shit about experimenting with sex to see if he was bi. Guess I was wrong about that. I did let him fuck me twice though, to help him out with his confusion, so I've got that going for me. Of course, that was over a two-year period so no wonder it was inconclusive for him. I mumble, "I'm sorry I mocked you back then, Ray. I misread the whole situation." He goes, "Yeah, you did and it hurt my feelings at the time because I liked you, but I'm kinda used to being mocked by kids who think they're better than me. I've always had the posse boys getting my back though, so to hell with the haters. Actually you were the nicest hater of them all." I protest, "I was never a hater, Ray!" He mutters, "Not now you aren't, not where I'm concerned anyway. You're kissing my ass now, both literally and figuratively. Ain't ya?" He's got me there so I blush, gulp, them mutter, "Yeah, I guess I am at that. It's because I find you extremely sexy and attractive. I can't help myself, that's how I've come to feel about you." He rubs my shoulder, "Nothing to blush about, baby. I know you're sincere about how much you like me and how sexually hot I am to you. Hell, if I sensed any phoniness from you in that regard I'd dump you as my boyfriend. It's as simple as that." We're quiet again, which is unusual for Ray. Then he says, "The only competition I have among the posse boys for you is Sonny. After the friend I mentioned moved away, Sonny became the only guy I know who's bi, other than me." Hmmm, that's interesting, so I ask, "Have you and Sonny been messing around together?" Ray say, "No, of course not. Sonny's only seventeen, and I don't want you tempting or teasing Sonny anymore either." I go, "I resent that, Ray. We've had this discussion before, as recently as right after Wednesday's basketball game." He lets out a long exhale, muttering, "I know, I know you claim you weren't leading him on, but don't be so sensitive about it. I want you to work on that because you're simply too sensitive. You're gay, I get that part, but acting like a sensitive girl just because you're gay is very unappealing to me. Will you please work on correcting that for me?" That's like asking, 'Have you stopped beating your wife?' He's inferring I am in fact too sensitive, like it's a given fact. I say, "Ray, I'm not that sensitive to start with and I never act like a girl. Every time I disagree with something doesn't mean I'm being too sensitive. It simply means I disagree. And I have never teased or led Sonny on!" Ray goes, "Oh no? So it's not true you walked with your arm around Sonny's waist and told him it's hard for you to resist him. Is that what you're telling me?" My face gets red again as I remember doing that before the basketball game. Ray asks, "Someone told me a lie about that, right?" I mumble, "Well, um, no that's not a lie, I did do that, but someone took it out of context. I was trying to call Sonny's bluff by putting my arm around his waist like he was doing to me. And I was being sarcastic when I said it's hard to resist him. I'm telling you the truth, Ray." He mutters, "Well, don't do it again. And just now you've finally confessed the truth, but you should have come clean when I initially challenged you on this. I'm disappointed you lied to me and I'm getting pissed-off about it all over again. What I feel like doing is suspending you from the posse for a week. How would you like that?" Well, this isn't going my way at all, and I do not want to be suspended because a week without sex with Ray wouldn't bode well for me. In fact it might push me over the edge about calling Willie, which I don't want to do. Ray waits a few seconds, then says, "Look at me, Dylan, and tell me how you'd feel about me suspending you. Lying to me like you did Wednesday night about the Sonny matter is not what I'm looking for from my boyfriend. It's disrespectful of me and I won't put up with that." Jesus, he's making a mountain out of a molehill and getting more worked up by the minute. Sitting up in bed, I look at him, "Um, I, ah, that is, I wouldn't want to be suspended, Ray. Please don't suspend me. I didn't lie; I didn't even think about that incident with Sonny at the time you asked me about teasing him. It's like I said, I was trying to call his bluff about him being bisexual... leading Sonny on was the furthest thing from my mind. I thought he was pretending to be bi just because you came out to the posse as being bi. I didn't think he really was bisexual." Ray says, "Okay, that's borderline plausible I guess, but you never mentioned anything like that Wednesday night. Look me in the eyes and swear you won't lie to me again." I'm immediately thinking of me and Seth doing it together and how Ray forbids me having sex with anyone but him and Robby. Ray's making me nervous. Looking into his eyes, I say, "Um, but I already told you, I didn't lie to you. It was a misunderstanding, Ray, not a lie." He goes, "Please don't be argumentative, Dylan. All you need to do is tell me you're being true to me and you won't lie to me again." Goddammit, he added that 'being true to him' part this time. Well, I came clean to Robby, sort of, so I'll try the same tactic with Ray. I mumble, "Um, yes, I'll be true to you, and I promise not to lie to you. And to prove it I'm confessing that I've thought about maybe messing around with this gay kid I work with, but I won't if you tell me not to." That sort of skips over the fact I've already done some messing around with Seth, but the part about not doing it in the future is true. Ray's the closest thing to Ryan I've found, and Seth's inexperienced sex-wise and therefore isn't really hot enough to make it worth losing Ray over. Ray stares as me, looking at me in the eyes, and I finally meekly ask, "What?" Ray goes, "I'm not sure, but the way you worded that is suspicious somehow, although I can't pinpoint exactly why. Let's settle on this: You're to stop leading Sonny on, and no more lying to me, plus you're absolutely not going to do anything sexual with that gay guy you work with. I'll reduce your suspension to three days. That way you can be reinstated on Wednesday so you can come to see me play basketball. When I suspend a posse member he needs to call me when the suspension's over and apologize for his misdeeds. You'll need to do that Wednesday at exactly five o'clock. You'll apologize for lying and for contemplating cheating on me. I reduced your suspension because you at least came out with the truth about the gay guy at work, and you admitted you technically lied about Sonny. Always be truthful with me from now on. No more lying." Ray's got me hypnotized with all this shit, but my head's clear enough to realize if I accept what Ray's offering it'll mean I admit to lying about me leading Sonny on, which I didn't do. It happened the way I said it did. On the other hand, I did lie by omission by not mentioning Seth and me already having had sex together. So, the two things sort of cancel each other out in my mind: I didn't lie about Sonny, but I did lie in a way about my sex with Seth. I'll apologize for that on Wednesday without being specific as to what exactly I'm apologizing for. How the fuck do I get myself in these predicaments anyway? I mutter, "Thanks, Ray, I'll call and apologize to you on Wednesday. Um, does this mean I'm suspended now?" Ray says, "All my suspensions begin immediately as you saw when I suspended Mark, but you're my boyfriend and I have a soft spot in my heart for you so I'll start your suspension tomorrow morning and it'll run through Tuesday, and then you call me with a sincere apology on Wednesday, like I said. You need to think about your apology before you call so you have something convincing to say that will impress me and demonstrate that you've learned your lesson. You saw how differently Mark acted towards you after his suspension, so he learned his lesson." I nod my head, "Okay, I'll do that Ray, but..." He cuts me off, "No more arguing about this, Dylan, my decision's final, so save your breath. I'll tell the posse boys about your suspension and the reasons for it so they'll know I'm being fair with all of you. You're to have no contact with them, or them with you. And definitely don't call me, not before Wednesday." He stares at me hard so I drop my eyes, and mutter, "I understand, Ray." Damn, Ray's really bringing the authority, and it's actually making my dick move. Holy shit, this is kind of hot in some ways. I take a deep breath, then mutter, "I'm sorry, Ray, I really am." He sits up in bed now too, and rubs my shoulder again, "Good, Dylan, I'm glad you're sorry about this. Lying to me is something I won't tolerate." Then he shakes my shoulder, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Man, he's tough, so my eyes meet his as I blush, feeling like a kid getting scolded in school. We stare into each other's eyes as Ray's confident authority registers in my brain. He talks more calmly now, with a hand resting on my shoulder, "I'm not trying to be a hard ass to get back at you for mocking me in the past or anything like that, I'm really not. It's just that I feel it's important for you to realize the tables are completely turned now from the way you and me were in the past. It's especially different now as far as our relationship goes. I'm no longer the nerdy kid chasing after you. I like having you as a boyfriend, Dylan, but if I don't get the respect from you I feel I deserve as the man in our relationship, especially our boyfriend relationship, I don't want you as a boyfriend. The same holds true as far as you being a member of my posse. I'm being consistent with how I am with all the guys in my posse. I'm emphasizing that it's you who needs to follow my rules now, like all the posse boys, and also as my boyfriend. Being my boyfriend you need to follow even more of my rules than the others. It's simple, Dylan, I'm in charge now and you being older than me doesn't carry any weight, it has nothing to do with where you stand in my group, or as my boyfriend. So please don't consider yourself special. That's assuming you want to continue being a junior posse member, and more importantly, my boyfriend. If it's not worth the trouble to you just say so and we'll part as friends. You go your way and I'll go mine." Oh my God, I've slipped into a dreamy trance because of the way Ray's acting so bossy and so totally in charge. It's awesome and he doesn't even know about my submissive fetish. I don't want to lose Ray or the posse because Ray's so fucking hot to me now, and he doesn't even know that his authoritative attitude is the reason for the increased heat I have for him. He's so hot to me my dick is firming up as I stare at the stern expression on his handsome face. He's waiting for me to say something so I hug him around the neck and kiss him, muttering, "I know, Ray. I want to be your boyfriend and a member of your posse. I'll follow your rules and I agree with everything you said. You've put me in my place good, Ray, but I never thought I was special in the first place. Um, are we still going to do it again later tonight?" Ray asks, "Have I ever gone back on my word to you?" Shaking my head 'no' for emphasis, I'm saying, "Nope, Ray, you haven't." He says, "Well, that's your answer then. Okay, I'm still disappointed you lied to me, but I like the way you've accepted your punishment and acknowledged your mistakes. I wasn't sure how you'd take it with me being almost two years younger then you, but as it turns out you made me proud by the way you've responded. Just make sure your apology is heartfelt on Wednesday. As for now, what are we going to do for the next hour or two while my balls reload with spunk?" I say, "I don't know, but can my, um, my suspension start after the softball game tomorrow? Please let me play in the softball game, Ray? Please, Ray, not for me, but because the ringer probably won't play if I don't, and I'll feel terrible letting you and the posse down." Ray says, "Do you see how you can hurt others being reckless with lies and thinking only of yourself trying to get in every gay boy's pants?" I go, "Yes, and it will never happen again. You've been very straightforward with me and I appreciate your honesty. I'm going to be more conscientious about following your rules. Ray, please, I feel bad enough already. I'm really sorry for disappointing you and I swear I won't let you down again, but please, Ray, the guys will hate me if Robby can't play and we lose again to those older guys." Man, I may have overdone it with all those begging 'pleases'. He takes a big breath, muttering, "Yeah, they'd probably hate me too for not letting you and the ringer play. Okay, I'll announce your suspension right after the game. It'll still be three twenty-four hour periods that you'll be on suspension, so it's sort of a three-day suspension that just starts later than normal. I'm making an exception here, and look at me when I'm talking to you! I don't want to need to tell you that again." I snap my head up as my cock bones up tight. Ray continues, "It pisses me off that I need to deviate from my normal policy for you, a junior posse member no less, but you are my boyfriend so it's basically new territory for me. Do not ever put me in this position again or you won't like the consequences. Do you understand me?" Man, my eyes feel watery, he really knows how to turn on the authority. I mutter, "I understand Ray, I'm sorry." Ray nods his head and says, "Okay, Dylan, I can see you're upset. Calm down and take a minute to compose yourself. It's not the end of the fucking world." Oh man, that was humiliating, but in a way I really like this turn of events. With Ray's intense authority he can fulfill a lot more than I expected of what I'm missing from Ryan. Ray will get me nicely through the summer until I'm reunited with the real deal at Merrimack. We're both lying down again, getting calm with me lying fully on Ray now, really getting off on him and the feel of his naked body. I rub my fingers in his chest hair and then the side of my cheek against his manly whiskers. To his question about what can we do to kill some time, I say, with my lips on his ear, "This is what we can do for the next hour and a half, more cuddling." He goes, "I'm not the cuddling type, baby. I'm only half-gay, remember?" He's off his bandwagon now and back to being nice again. All I can smell is his sexy BO scent and it's clogging my brain as I hug around his neck, my face side by side with his whiskery cheek. Like I said, this authoritative side of Ray has got me more hot for him than ever. I go, "Pleeeze, pleeze, Ray, let's cuddle together." I'm using Ryan's infamous nagging technique of being humble and acknowledging Ray's the boss, throwing in a lot of the 'please' word. In a confident manner Ray simply says, "No, we'll take showers now and then decide what to do. My stomach is covered with your cum. I'll take a shower first and while I'm doing that you change the sheets on the bed for us to use later. Okay?" I go, "Okay," but stay where I am kissing his cheek now. Ray mutters, "No sense pretending I don't like all your affectionate hugs and kisses, Dylan." He's apparently ready to move on from the lecturing as he asks, "Have you given any thought about my earlier suggestion that you're falling in love with me? Any truth to that?" I lift my head and kiss his lips, mumbling, "Maybe, Ray. I kinda fall in love easily with my boyfriends, but in different ways. Do you want me to be in love with you?" I'm totally out of my mind going down this dangerous road so soon after that car wreck about lying and whatnot; it's like I'm driving a hundred miles an hour down a dead-end street. It's a sexy adventurous trip though, and fun too. A little while ago I wanted to know how I always get myself in predicaments... ha! This is how! Ray says, "Sure, I'd like you to be in love with me, although I'm not in love with you, but that's not to say I never will be. So, you know, it could happen." I ask, "Can we lay in bed and discuss it?" He laughs, "No we can't, I'm taking a shower," and with a hand under each of my armpits he easily, with bulging biceps, rolls me off of him. Wow! I balance on my side, near the edge of the little mattress for a second, and then hop out of bed before I fall off it. Ray has never moved from the center so there wasn't room for me beside him on either side. He gets up chuckling, "You're something, Dylan, I like the way you're accepting your punishment and I'm liking the thought of you being in love with me, too. I certainly never expected that, and this soon too, wow. Like I told you, you could be a hell of a first boyfriend for me." I walk in the bathroom with Ray, looking at his flopping mushroom headed cock as I tell him, "You're a hell of a boyfriend too, Ray, and I've come around now to your way of thinking. Do you want to take a shower together?" My submissive fetish takes me to bizarre places, but it's cool too. He points to my small shower stall, exclaiming, "Take a shower together? Not in that little thing, no way. Damn, you're funny." I put my arm across his shoulders pointing out where the towels and washcloths are kept, and then I get a new bottle of bath gel for him. He mutters, "Thanks, now get the sheets changed. I won't be long." I nod my head and reluctantly leave the bathroom to get clean sheets. It's a good thing I cleaned the bedroom and bathroom earlier this week; at least Ray didn't order me to clean them, too. I change the sheets while going over in my head how authoritative Ray was during his grilling and lecturing. Damn, my dick gets hard thinking how this is kind of perfect: Ray as an authority figure in a manner that's halfway between Ryan and Willie. More on the sweet authoritative side like Ryan, as opposed to Willie's harsh corporal punishment side. Ray's sweet like Ryan too, but a lot more authoritative than him, and certainly more so than my true love, Robby. Ray's take-charge authority really got through to me and scratched my itchy fetish. Who needs Willie with all his bullshit? It's kind of embarrassing being talked to like that, and being suspended from the posse by Ray though, and I'm sure Mark will enjoy hearing about it. Okay, I'll need to eat some more crow sucking back in with Ray with my apology. On the other hand I'm not losing much because I probably wouldn't have seen Ray until Wednesday anyway, so it'll just mean Bean or Devon or any of the posse boys won't be calling me to hang out with them until Wednesday. My big problem is telling Seth I can't get sexy with him anymore. Damn, and it's ironic I even sort of got Robby's okay to do that. Dammit, that's a tough pill to swallow because the two times Seth fucked me it went much better than the first time, when I fucked him. We were getting something special going the second time, and especially the third time we had sex, but I can't take a chance doing more with him. Not when Ray's just beginning to exert real authority. He started out being a little bossy with me right from the start, sorta feeling his way along, but now he's established that I'm going to follow his program totally or I'm out. I guess I could have been less wimpy about it, but it was so sexy to me I buckled completely under his thumb. Right this second I'd like to suck Ray's cock and rim his ass to demonstrate how much I like the way he's handling things. Damn, my boner's hard just thinking about how totally and naturally 'in charge' Ray was tonight about everything. That's awesome, and it's hard to believe I used to consider him a nerdy nuisance. He's right about our relationship turning completely around. That's happened before with other authoritative boys. Ray's not bossy in a dominant manner either, and he'd never even think about BDSM stuff. I don't think he knows what it is. Robby didn't know about the sub/dom thing until I told him about it, so I've learned my lesson from that and I won't bring it up with Ray. For one thing it'd be embarrassing admitting to him I like being submissive. No, Ray isn't the type to go for that, he'd claim it was too girlie, and I'm kinda glad we're staying away from the sub/dom stuff anyway because that BDSM shit can get out of control quickly as Ryan and I discovered. Thanks to Ryan's growing reluctance to be dominant in that way, we didn't go too far with it. Well, a little too far one time, but Ryan was trying to teach me a lesson about how dangerous it can be for me to get too carried away with the submissiveness. Willie was the opposite, he encouraged me to get carried away so I need to steer clear of him. The linens are changed, but I'm saving the soiled ones to maybe use again. They've only been on the bed two days and they have Ray's scent on them now, so maybe they'll come in handy during my suspension. I'd sneak a cigarette right now except Ray would smell it on my breath, and I'm naked anyway so why get dressed just for a cigarette? Hmmm, Ray said he'd be quick, but he's been in there ten minutes already. He comes out a minute later with a towel around his waist and steam from the shower surrounding him. It billows into the bedroom as I stare at Ray feeling a little of the heat for him I was feeling regularly for Ryan. I play with my dick unconsciously and suck my lips staring at Ray's pink shiny clean body. He says, "That hit the spot, baby. You get in there now and scrub yourself good." I nod my head, wanting to attack him, but go into the bathroom instead. I was hoping to use the same towel Ray used, but I guess he's going to wear it instead of getting dressed. I take a piss and then step under the downpour of water in the shower stall that Ray left running. After shampooing my hair I spot the washcloth Ray used. It's neatly draped on the shower door, so I'll use that instead of his towel. I smell the washcloth thinking Ray's BO smell might be noticeable, assuming he scrubbed his armpits, but all I smell is fresh bath gel. Maybe he doesn't wash his armpits, and I hope he doesn't. It's sexy to soap up with Ray's washcloth knowing he washed his cock and balls with it. Then I stop, and tell myself, 'Get a fucking grip, Dylan! You're getting carried away again. Stop it!' That calms me down, but I finish washing with his washcloth anyway, and then rinse off. Turning the shower off I dry myself with the towel I used earlier today and then wrap it around my waist like Ray did, and go into the bedroom. Ray's laying naked on the clean sheets in the middle of the bed again. I'm curious about his sexy BO so I smile at him as I walk to the bed, lean over and kiss his lips without detecting his signature smell. Ray says, "I think you are in love with me. I didn't fully believe you earlier, but I'm beginning to." I never actually said I was in love with him, but Ray has a habit of hearing what he wants to hear whether or not it was precisely said the way he heard it. But there's no harm letting him think I'm in love with him so I just grin at him and get on the bed like before, half on the mattress and half on Ray. He rubs my back, saying, "This affection you have for me is so nice, unexpected but very nice, Dylan," and he puts his arm around me for a hug. "Love the feel of your body, baby, and I'm getting to love it more and more, too. You grow on a guy." I mutter, "So do you, Ray," and it's true, for me at least. He says, "Hey, I meant to tell you something. Remember the discussion we had when I first made you my boyfriend? The one about hickeys, where I thought the girl gave the guy one and I made you give me one? Well, you were right and I was wrong; the posse boys say it's much more common for the guy to give a hickey on his girl's neck. Would you like me to give you one?" Well, for one thing Ray keeps saying he made me his boyfriend, when actually back then he nagged me to be his boyfriend more than anything. That's all changed now though. He's got me eating out of his hand and doing what I'm told. As for his question about me wanting him to give me a hickey... hmmm, that's an interesting question. Robby knows about Ray and me, but do I want to flaunt a hickey from Ray in Robby's face? No, that's not what I want to do. So instead of answering his question directly, I tell Ray, "Actually neither of us was right. After we had that discussion, I Googled 'hickey' and discovered there isn't a right answer. Either the guy or the girl can break blood vessels in the other's neck creating basically a bruise, which is what a hickey is." He says, "Well, there's your computer right there so lets take a peek at that topic." We get up and go to my desk and I Google 'hickey' and up comes all kinds of information and opinions about hickeys, but nothing specifically about if gays give hickeys. Also, like I told Ray, most opinions on Google indicate that either the guy or girl could be the one getting or giving the hickey. Ray goes, "Hmmm, no definitive answer, but it seems I should leave my mark on the girl's neck as sort of a claim that she's mine. Don't you agree, Dylan?" Well, that's what Willie basically always said too, but I say, "I can see your point although I'd think if the girl, or in our case the boy, me, gives you the hickey it shows how much I'm really into you sexually and every other way." He says, "That's what I said the first time we discussed this. Okay, that will be the way you and me roll from now on: you give me the hickeys on our dates. See, we can work things out together, and we'll continue to work things out the further into our boyfriend experience we go. It's fun isn't it?" I go, "Yeah, I think it is." Ray says, "It's settled then, you give me a hickey to demonstrate how happy you are I'm your boyfriend and it will impress the boys as well as get Maryanne's attention that she's got real competition for my affection. Don't do the hickey now though, wait until we get into it a little later. Now, lets do something fun until my balls are locked and loaded again." I get a brainstorm and it has to do with Ray's BO, which he's washed away. I think I know what might get it back a little, so I say, "How about ping pong? You wanna play a few games of that?" He says, "Hell, I'm really good at table tennis," as I think, 'What a surprise'. He chuckles, saying, "You don't stand a chance, but yeah, where's the ping pong table?" I say, "You'll need to pull your car out of the garage and park it in the driveway. The collapsible table is up against the wall in the garage with a tarp over it." Chubby and I played a million games on that table, but none at all for the last couple of years. Ray asks, "Do you have something I can wear so I don't get my clothes sweaty for the ride home?" The word sweaty is music to my ears. I get Ray a sweatshirt and some old shorts and then I put on a tee-shirt and another pair of basketball shorts. We both put our sneakers on. Ray says, "I haven't played for awhile, but this'll be fun. Good idea, Dylan." We grab a couple of Cokes from the refrigerator and go downstairs and out to the garage. I hit the button to get the garage door to go up and Ray pulls his car out. It's a hot night so Ray should work up a sweat in that heavy sweatshirt. The garage door comes down and we get the ping pong table set up. The paddles make me think of Ryan spanking my ass with a ping pong paddle in the early days of our relationship. We had some extremely hot BDSM sexual times for awhile there. Then he refused to do it anymore because he fell in love with me. Oh well, those were the days. After overcoming a small problem getting the net tight, Ray and I do some practice volleys back and forth and then we start our first game. Neither of us knows the official rules of the game, but I'm assuming they're fairly simple. We'll play each game until one of us has eleven points, and at least two more points than the other guy. Whoever wins the best of five games wins the match. With the ping pong ball in the palm of Ray's hand, he tosses it in the air and hits it with his paddle landing the little white hollow plastic ball on my side of the net. I let it bounce once and then hit it back over the net. At first we're both just making sure we get it back safely anywhere on the other side of the net, but as we feel more comfortable doing that we begin trying to place it at specific spots. You know, hit the ball near the edge one time and then just over the net the next. Keep each other guessing and it keeps us moving around. Initially we're both at approximately the same mediocre skill level, but after winning the first set eleven to nine, Ray starts pulling away. For one thing, Ray's like Robby, extremely competitive, and for another thing Ray has better hand-eye coordination than I do. It seems that all the ping pong he's played in the past starts coming back to him. He's a very good basketball player, good at softball, a very good pool player, he golfs and now he's showing me his proficiency at table tennis, and who knows what the hell else he's proficient at. None of the remaining games are close. I lose three games in a row and then three more, but win my objective, which is helping Ray work up a sweat. He sweats more than me and it's soaked through certain places on the gray sweatshirt I lent him. Ha ha, perfect. During the game I find myself admiring Ray for a number of reasons. Not only his athletic ability and/or skill at so many things, but his effort in trying to be his best at whatever he's doing, like his work ethic in school that he told me about, and his ethics in general, like being evenhanded as the leader of his posse. He's like Robby in many ways, although different in other ways, too. Combine those attributes of Ray's with his sexy looks and his sexy way of making love, his self confidence, and his emerging authoritative manner with me and I'm kinda feeling inferior to him. That's an eye opener and a shock actually, but there it is. I admire him and wonder for the first time if I even warrant being his boyfriend. After he's won the sixth game in a row, Ray asks, "Are you even trying to win, Dylan?" and he's serious. I frown, "Of course I'm trying to win. What are you talking about?" He shrugs, "Um, no offense, don't be sensitive. I thought you might be thinking that by letting me win, um, oh never mind." I go, "No, tell me, Ray. What were you going to say?" He goes, "I don't know, maybe you were sucking in with me by letting me win so easily." I'm indignant, "Ray, I'm not the suck-in type. You're just much better than me and so you win the games." He's rubbing his sweaty face by pulling up the sweatshirt and using it like a towel. Then he goes, "Well, I can't give you ping pong lessons like I did with pool because I don't really know table tennis technique to teach you. It seems simple enough, you know, it seems obvious. Are you keeping your eye on the ball? I mean, I haven't even slammed the damn thing back at you yet." I ask, "What do you mean, slam the ball back at me?" He says, "You serve and I'll show you." So I serve and Ray whacks the shit out of it landing the ping pong ball on my side of the net with a lot of spin and the ball ricochets off the table top so fast I swing and miss. He's trying not to grin, but I do because what the fuck, he was going easy on me and he still won all the games convincingly. So I say, "Okay, fuck table tennis. Lets do something I'm good at." He asks, "What's that?" and I say, "Lets see how good you are at playing Xbox 360's 'Call Of Duty 4'." He asks, "What's that like?" Ah ha, I'll beat him at something. I say, "You'll see. Help me put the ping pong table away." We do that and after going into the finished basement, I fire up Xbox 360 and explain the objectives of this video game. Players need to fight through an unfolding story full of twist and turns. Ray says, "Oh, it's just a video game. I use my PC for video games, but I don't know this one." I show him how it works and then we compete to see who does the best, with me getting a big lead, but Ray's catching on quickly and I get anxious and start making mistakes. He's soon in the lead and pulling away. I have the urge to do something childish, like yell, "You cheated!" and then storm out of the room. Somehow I manage not to do that. Instead I concede that game, lamely claiming I was trying something new and made a crucial mistake or two. We start over with me getting out to the lead again, but Ray's trying hard and fifteen minutes later he overtakes me and like the last game, increases his lead until it's impossible to catch him so I drop my controller devise kinda hard and it bounces on the desk. I hope I didn't break the stick. Ray looks at me startled for a second, then tries not to laugh, but it's pretty obvious he'd like to. I look at him and mutter, "I can't beat you at anything, Ray. You're good at everything." He chuckles, "Nah, that's not true, Dylan. You're um, oh yeah, a much better barber than I could ever be. I wouldn't even try to do that and yet you're really good at it." He had to dig deep for than one, but it's sweet he went to the trouble to come up with something I'm better at than him. A weird sensation comes over me as I stare at his earnest expression, and then I hug Ray around his neck, give him a kiss, and say, "You're a hell of a guy, Ray Ellis. Thanks for making me your boyfriend." He kisses me back quickly, mumbling, with a cute grin, "Ah ha, I've finally won you over totally, huh? Well, you're shaping up nicely as my boyfriend, Dylan, and I'm real glad you're happy about it, I really am. When we started going together as boyfriends you had a kind of superior attitude about it, like you were doing me a favor and I could tell you were being condescending about being one of my posse boys, but I promised myself to give it a few weeks before dumping you if you didn't shape up. Well, you surprised me I'm happy to say, and you're falling in line faster and better than I expected." I say, "You're right, I didn't take it seriously at first, Ray, but I do now. Just tell me what I could do better because I want to stay your boyfriend and I like being in your posse." He says, "Well, Maryanne calls me or texts me all the time and you don't do either. So, after you serve your suspension and you've convinced me you will follow my rules about lying or cheating on me, then you can call me and text me like girlfriends do for their boyfriends. Okay?" I know what he means, he's not calling me a girl, I'm just in that role in his mind. I nod my head fast like Ryan does, agreeing with him, and Ray says, "And we'll take it from there. You're showing me respect and a kind of idolization that's awesome, and Maryanne could take lessons from you on that, plus I like the affection you're showing me, too. Keep improving in all areas and you won't need to worry about me dumping you. Maybe our relationship started with you just loving the sex I laid on your ass, but I can see it developing into much more than that. I can see that in you, and like I said, it looks like you've got love in your heart for me, which is very flattering and I hope I can return it at some point." Oh man, I'm in another trance. The things he's comfortable coming out and saying could be construed as inappropriate in that it sometimes sounds like Ray's putting me down or he's got this very high opinion of himself. It's not that though, he's talking straight out about what he sees, or thinks he sees in me, and it doesn't always come out cleanly. The troubling thing is he's right about most of what he said, especially after his authoritative lecture. It's that most guys wouldn't articulate their thoughts as straightforward as Ray does; they might think it, but they wouldn't come out and say it blatantly like Ray does. He comes out with anything that enters his head without any editing. I turn off the Xbox and ask Ray, "Can we please now get naked again, Ray, and get in bed together?" He rubs my head, then cups behind it to pull my face to his, and with our noses touching, he says, "Well, Cutie, you said 'please' so yes we can," and then a hot sexy kiss with my arms going around him as "Mmmmm," comes from me. All is forgotten, it seems I've been told where I stand so Ray's moving on like it never happened, although I'm still suspended. Like I said, I've got to admire Ray, he handles things the way he thinks is fair and whoever doesn't like it can go pound sand up their ass as far as Ray's concerned. Our kiss lasts awhile with us groping each other and I realize there's no mistaking it now, it's real, the heat I feel for Ray is real, not imagined or a transference from Ryan. It's simply that I'm hot for Ray. I'm so into him now it's like Ryan all over again. Oh my God, and a trace of Ray's BO is back too. He's moving his arms rubbing up and down my back and I'm getting whiffs of his sexy odor. His tongue's in my mouth and my cock gets hard almost instantly as I moan into Ray's mouth again. It's a long kiss and when Ray breaks it off I kiss all over his face like an idiot, but I can't help it, he's pushed all the right buttons and I've become extremely hot for him. Then it's like he read my mind, as he mumbles, "Wow, you're really hot for me, aren't ya?" I groan, "God yeah, Ray. Fuck me hard tonight. Fuck my brains out," and we're back into another hot make-out that gets Ray's and my saliva running down our chins as he massages both my butt cheeks. Ray pulls away from my lips and I lick the saliva off his chin like a cat licking milk. He mumbles, "Jesus, I'm hot for you too, baby, you get my juices flowing by showing me how deeply you're into me. I'm flattered." He pulls his shorts down, the ones I lent him, and says, "Show your man how much you love his cock," and I'm down on my knees kissing his cock and balls with my nose deep in his thick pubic hairs, my arms around his buttocks with my fingers rubbing through the sparse hairs on his ass. I lick his nuts, lift them and stretch my neck back to lick his asshole and then drag my tongue from his asshole to his scrotum and up the under side of it, up and over continuing my lapping up the front of his scrotum to the root of his hardening cock. Licking up the shaft of his cock, I gobble the mushroom head into my mouth sucking on it until I get a moan from Ray. He says, "Good start, baby, lets go upstairs and get in bed." He takes my hand and helps pull me up, adding, "You're finally showing your man the respect you feel in your heart for me, ain't ya." I'm in a low level trance, muttering, "Yeah, my man deserves respect. You're really turning me on, Ray." The lap of my basketball trunks is sticking straight out thanks to my boner. Ray mutters, "It's good to hear that from you finally. It's good that you've finally acknowledge to yourself and me that I am your man too, and it's good to see how hot for me you get. Keep it up." Not letting go of my hand when I'm standing, he tries to wrestle his shorts up with one hand so I assist him with my free hand. He goes, "Good teamwork, come on now," as he leads me upstairs by holding my hand. His confidence and authoritative attitude are on full display as I grope my cock knowing my fetish is in its glory. In my bedroom, we get undressed quickly with Ray saying. "This is working out excellently now, Dylan. I might even take you out again tomorrow night. What do you say to that?" I reply quickly, "Tell me what time, Ray, and I'll be waiting for you at the curb." He mumbles, "I've no doubt about that, baby. You have it bad for me, you might as well admit you're in love with me." Wait a second, I have a date with Robby tomorrow night. I'll work something out, but I don't know what that'll be at the moment. We're headed for the bed when he stops abruptly and looks at me, asking, "Seriously Dylan, are you in love with me or not? I'm real curious because you've alluded to it, but haven't come right out and actually said it yet." I look him in the eyes, and say, "I love you, Ray. I'm in love with you, but I didn't realize it until a little while ago. I love Robby, too." I thought I'd better get that out there again. Ray says, "You're flattering me left and right tonight. You took my heart to heart talk seriously, but I'm a little taken aback that you fell in love with me so fast. Well, you did say you tend to fall in love with your boyfriends. And, no offense, but I don't care or want to hear about Dickers again, other than when a softball game's involved. You got that?" I say, "Yes, Ray," and he goes, "Good, enough said about that. Okay, you're in love with me and that makes me feels really good. I don't think I'm not in love with you, but I'm becoming fond of you so maybe I'm getting there. How will I know I'm in love because, like I told you, I've never been in love?" The things he says and the questions he asks used to be comical to me, but now that I'm used to how straightforward he is about everything I take what he says seriously. I go, "I think you'll know when it's love, Ray. I can't explain it any better that: you'll know it when it happens. It comes as a surprise at times, like me tonight with you." He says, "Gee, it's kind of exciting thinking I might finally fall in love," then a non sequitur, "Um, Dylan, this might sound odd to you, but considering the way things have gone tonight and because you're gay, I feel comfortable asking you this. Have you ever licked a guy's feet. This is strictly between you and me, but I want to show you I'm as honest with you as I want you to be with me. It's awkward to admit, but I've got a little bit of what's called a foot fetish. Have you ever heard of that?" I go, "Uh huh, I have and it doesn't sound all that odd to me," then, thinking of how Chubby likes to lick feet and smell them even more than having his licked, I ask, "Doesn't someone with a foot fetish usually prefer smelling and licking someone else's feet?" Ray says, "Yeah, in my case that's true too and, heh heh, I do it with Elliot, but not with you because I'm the man in our relationship, where Elliot and me are just brothers." Hmm, that doesn't really make a lot of sense, but I ask, "Do you want me to lick your feet, Ray?" He goes, "You'd do that for me, wouldn't you? After our discussion earlier I thought you would. Yeah, why don't you do that. I'll sit on the edge of the bed. Do you want to smell my socks and sneakers?" I say, "I will if you want me to, but I don't have a foot fetish myself." He mutters, "Oh, right. My bad," and he sits naked on the bed. Our boners have mostly gone down by now. Ray says, "Um, why don't you pass me your sneakers and sweat socks, just for the hell of it." I go get them and Ray puts them on his naked lap and then smells one of my socks. His eyes flutter, then he looks at me, "Dylan, this is private boyfriend stuff. Don't breathe a word of it to a single soul." I say, "I won't, Ray," then I ask, "Do you do anything with Maryanne's feet?" He's holding my sock against his nose inhaling deeply. Then he goes, "Mmmm, your feet must smell really good because your sock sure does. As for Maryanne's feet, I massage then and sneak subtle whiffs of them and it gets me turned on, but she doesn't always agree to having sex so I often end up with blue balls. That's what's special about you, you crave having sex with me. Hell, you basically beg me to fuck you and it's damn good for my ego." Sitting Indian style on the floor, my knees bent and both my legs crossed over each other in front of me, I pick-up Ray's left foot and smell it. Very neutral foot smell that's not at all offensive, and not sexy smelling either. I kind of wish I had a foot fetish because the more ways to get sexually turned on the better, as far as I'm concerned. After massaging his foot I lick it and suck his toes. Ray's inhaling my sneaker now and the scent he's getting from that, plus me sucking his toes gets a, "Oooooh," moan from Ray and I see his cock firming up. I massage, lick, and suck on one foot and then the other with Ray smelling my sweat socks and sneakers for at least five minutes until Ray's cock is as hard as I've ever seen it. The mushroom head is ridiculously engorged and it's a little scary knowing he'll be forcing that up my ass soon. Scary, but incredibly sexy too and I get aroused just looking at it. Ray drops my socks and sneakers on the floor, his face is flushed, he looks at me with droopy eyelids, and mutters, "Suck my cock now," and lays back across the bed with his feet on the floor and his boner sticking straight up and it appears the head is pulsating. I get on my knees and spread his legs, then lift his heavy bag of nuts and lick his asshole many times. This is getting to be my favorite thing to do because it treats my fetish nicely and allows me to drift submissively into a bit of a dreamy trance. When my cock gets about as hard as it can get I let out a quiet moan of sexual arousal at exactly the same time Ray does, and it gets my attention reminding me Ray ordered me to suck his cock. Dropping his balls, I look at his cock and then hold it in my fist and suck the precum off, then take it in my mouth. It's a pretty good mouthful and so fucking sexy, too! My tongue twirls around the head while my lips suck the big shaft with Ray moaning in pleasure, maybe the most moans I've ever heard from him. He lifts his torso up off the mattress with his abdominal muscles showing nice understated six-pack definition, and he says, "Get on your hands and knees so your man can fuck you hard, baby." I'm resigned to Ray's 'my man' reference because he's been right all along, he is my man. Certainly closer to being my man than my other boyfriends who are more boyish, like me. "I mumble, "Yes, Ray," and get up on my hands and knees with my ass up for my man, haha... it sounds funny in my head, but it probably won't in a few weeks. I've got the distinct impression, after tonight's lecture put me in my place, that Ray's going to be exerting more authority in the 'my man' mode in the coming weeks. I can't wait, to be honest about it, I can feel myself getting closer to those awesome submissive trances Ryan put me in, and I've been missing that sensation a lot. Waiting for Ray to mount my ass I'm almost panting with desire, never mind he fucked me only two hours ago. Unable to stop myself, I look back and sheepishly ask, "Is my man going to smack my ass?" Hating myself on one level and getting submissively and sexually excited on another level. Like I said, I've never seen Ray so apparently aroused so it's got to be the foot play and maybe I'm taking advantage of that, but a smacked ass adds to the heat. Ray looks like he's in a daze as he says, "Smack your ass? Why would you ask me that?" Feeling stupid and pathetic, I mumble, "I don't know, please forget I said anything." Ray's stroking his cock staring at my ass, then he glances up, asking, "You want me to smack your ass?" I look away, muttering, "If you want to, Ray. Some guys like to because it gets them hotter." Looking back at him, he shrugs and gives my left butt cheek a loud smack, "WHACK!" that seems to echo in my bedroom, then my right butt cheek, "WHACK!" and now both my butt cheeks are stinging and quivering. Ray mutters, "Yeah, that's kind of hot at that," and "WHACK!" "WHACK!" and then with my smacked ass stinging, goose bumps raising on both, Ray's enormous, dripping cockhead is at my anus spreading the lips there, spreading some more, and some more with Ray muttering, "Extra tight after I smacked the shit out of your ass. This feels really fucking good," and he humps his hips and in goes his mushroom-headed cock with me moaning, "Aaaaaah, Ray...." He grips my hips and pushes his monstrous cockhead up my rectum faster then he did it earlier tonight. Ray grunts, "This is so fucking hot, baby. Love your ass." It also hurts, but I'm already moaning and moving my head down to rest on my hands pushing my ass up towards Ray some more. He's breathing noisily through his nose, grunting quietly until he's got his big boner all the way inside me and then he leans against my buttocks heavily and goes, "Oh my God, baby, you're really winning me over. This is so much better than fucking a girl. Holy shit, I can't believe I said that." He straightens up with me in a sea of sexual pleasure. Ray withdraws his cock until he's distending the lips of my anus. He doesn't need to be careful, he can pull the lips out quite a bit because of the fat mushroom head. It takes a real good tug to get it past my sphincter muscle. Stretching my anus lips outward, Ray asks, "You want it hard tonight, Dylan? You want me to fuck you hard, baby?" I moan, "Mmmmm, ooooh, yeah, Ray. Fuck me hard." And he starts doing that as I squirm and moan with sexual pleasure that overloads the pleasure part of my brain and has my rectum and anus roaring with electric sensations that spread all around my pelvic region causing me to moan constantly. I'm trying to enjoy every sensitive spot in my ass, but there's too much going on at the same time and I let out a long, "Oooooooh, God, mmmmm, feels soooo good, Ray," as he continues slamming his cock up my ass. My prostate tingles and quivers with immense stimulation and the fast, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of our bodies colliding fills my bedroom and echoes off the tiles in the bathroom. I'm squirming with sexual pleasure as my cock moves quickly away from my belly so tight and hard it's just this side of painful, feeling so awesome I can't register the pleasure fully. We last five minutes, but only because we both had big orgasms a little over two hours ago. I would have blown my load in two minutes under normal circumstances. I'm grateful I could last this long, but my balls are tight against the root of my boner, they're as hard as fat ball bearings and probably heavier. I squeeze every muscle in my body while scrunching my face tightly and my orgasm shoots from my cock burning the lips of my pee slit at the speed it leaves as I squeal embarrassingly, sounding slightly girlish and it registers in my mind someplace that Ray won't like that sound. The first stream of cum splashes off the hardwood floor splattering my hands with some drops sticking to my face. I can't help myself and I squeal again as three short fast moving spurts fly out following the first and my whole body shakes as Ray slams against me, and while making a whimpering sound, he fills my bowels with almost as much cum as the first time we did it tonight. I feel it pour inside me as Ray's whimpering moans fade. He's probably no more pleased with his involuntary whimpering than I was with my girlie squeal. This has definitely been the most aroused either of us has been together so I gotta remember his foot fetish as it really takes Ray up a couple of notches as far as sexual heat goes. I'm as limp as rag doll now, almost like I have no skeleton and even my dick's lost most of it's hardness. That was one of the best climaxes I've had, although I've had a lot of good ones the past few months. Ray lazily humps my ass still making quiet whimpering sounds like he can't believe his orgasm actually happened so intensely. I'd love to get in bed with Ray now and do some kissing and hugging to show him how much I loved this fuck, but Ray humps backward with a grunt and his cock pops out of my ass making a wet sucking sound. It leaves my asshole wide open with the lips of my anus quivering and sucking, like someone sucking their lips after eating a lemon tart.Ray falls backward across my bed again, quietly moaning. His wet, shiny, big cock is listing to the left still fairly hard. I stagger around on my knees and get between Ray's legs, then take his cock and suck it into my mouth. Ray groans, but he's spent and it's quite late so we're both tired out. I only suck it for a minute or so, then climb up on the bed with Ray and hug him while going to kiss his lips. Ray moves his head away, muttering, "No, baby. No kissing after you had my cock - that was up your ass - in your mouth." Ray's not likely to try rimming me any time soon, he has a bit of a verminophobia. We're laying on my bed, my arms around Ray, but no kissing. We lay like this for a few minutes as our bodies and minds return to a somewhat normal condition. Ray asks, "What time is it, Dylan?" I check and tell him, "Five after one. Do you need to go already? I can brush my teeth and gargle if you want." He chuckles, saying, "You do that, and then get yourself to bed. I gotta get going, but I'll tell you something, that was the best sex I've ever had. It's kinda embarrassing to admit that because I really thought my predominant sex drive was straight sex and the gay side was minor, but that's before experiencing sex with you. I don't know if any other guy could tip the scales in my sex drive, but you do." I go, "Thanks for telling me that, Ray. I admire how you come right out with what's on your mind." He looks at me and grins, "I've been told by just about everybody I need a filter between my brain and my mouth, but that's not how I roll. And I've noticed that sometimes you're not too pleased with me coming right out with stuff you don't want to hear, so it works both ways." I mutter, "You're very perceptive, Ray," and he goes, "And you're full of compliments tonight for me. Are you sure you're not the suck-up type as you claim?" He's smiling asking that, so I go, "Well, lately where you're concerned maybe I am sucking up to you, but I got it bad for you now, Ray. I admire you for more than just your straight talking, too." He laughs, "So I'm your idol now, is that it?" I go, "You're joking, but yeah, you are sort of my idol. You're so good at so many things, but the best thing you're good at is being yourself no matter what. I wish I was more like you." He smiles, "That's so nice, Dylan, thanks. I prefer you the way you are though, so be loyal to me, but don't change other than that." I go, "I am loyal to you, I don't need to change in that regard." He gets up, mumbling, "Yeah, you do because I mean exclusively loyal to me and maybe I'll drop Maryanne and be exclusively loyal to you too. Did ya ever think I'd tell you that?" I go, "Um, I'm not sure..." but he cuts me off, "Don't say any more now, just think about it." Ray's getting dressed, "No need to walk me out to the car, Dylan. We got a big softball game tomorrow and we need our rest. My boys have never beaten these guys and I wanna win badly, so get some sleep. Okay?" I put the towel around my waist, mumbling, "I want to walk down with you Ray. What time should I meet you at the curb tomorrow night?" He's dressed, tying his sneakers, saying, "Suit yourself, walk me down. I'll tell ya, this has been the best date I've ever been on with anybody, baby, and I want you to know that, and I thank you, too. Um, when I said I'd take you out again tomorrow night I'd forgotten you're on suspension. So, I'm sorry, but no contact with me or my posse when you're on suspension, not after the ball game I mean. There are always consequences to bad behavior and your's has cost you a date with me." I frown, muttering, "I know." Then I say, "Hey, I didn't get a chance to give you a hickey, Ray. Can I do it now?" He laughs, "You can't get enough of me, can you? That's sweet, baby, but I'm beat. Maybe I'll let you give me a hickey Wednesday night if you qualify to come off suspension." We walk down with Ray holding my hand, and at the door to the garage he says, "Goodnight, Dylan. Oh, do you need a ride to the game tomorrow?" I say, "No, I'll come with our ringer," not wanting to say Robby's name 'cause I don't want to piss off Ray. He hugs me and gives me a long kiss on my cheek. After the kiss he looks at me and shakes his head a little. I ask, "What?" and Ray says, "You're in love with me. I'm trying to process that thought through my brain. It's so unexpected, especially after the way you obviously thought of me as an unimportant flake up until a few weeks ago. Stranger than fiction." I say, "I didn't really know you until a few weeks ago." He says, "That's right you didn't, but you still formed a negative opinion of me as being some kind of flake. Right?" I look down, "Sort of, Ray. I'm sorry." He runs his fingers through my hair, mumbling, "That's okay, you're making up for it now. Anyway, I did the same thing with you. I didn't think you were a flake, of course, I thought you were hot and cool at the same time, but stuck on yourself. I was wrong just like you were. Lesson learned for both of us. I had a fantastic time with you tonight. Thanks again, Dylan, and goodnight." He opens the door and walks through the garage as I push the button to activate the garage door. Outside he waves, then gets in his and Elliot's old car and drives away. Staring out into the night I wonder what happened tonight. I'll need to evaluate my feelings and see which of them are true feelings for Ray and which ones were true at the moment, but maybe only at that moment. I forgot to ask about Sonny again, but tonight wouldn't have been a good time to ask, not while I was in that trance that Ray so easily puts me in. I hit the button for the garage door and as it comes down I walk up the steps to my bedroom, take a shower, and get in bed. Then I get out of bed and change the sheets back to the first sheets we used tonight, and get back in bed again. With Ray's scent in my head I go to sleep smiling. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Thank you.