Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2013 05:57:44 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 41 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 41 By Donny mumford After an excellent weekend, work gets off to a shaky start Monday morning. Robby's asked me to train the new guy, Jerry Cranston, who's this six foot, three inch tall wise ass with dark red hair and two days growth of red whiskers on his face. Scruffy red whiskers along with Jerry's copious freckles is not a good look. In my humble opinion his best bet is to be clean shaven so that his freckles might be overshadowed somewhat by his nice facial features. There's nothing sexy about this guy from my viewpoint, but what's more disturbing is I suspect he's one of those guys with a mean-spirited bully demeanor. Within five minutes of meeting him he purposely mispronounced my name as Dyson, flicked my nose twice with his finger, did a phony buddy-buddy arm across my shoulders routine, basically dragging me out of the locker room, and then acted purposely dumb about what Robby, and then Lee, just told all of us. We're to get the equipment we need for today's jobs from the garage and load it on the truck. How complicated is that? Robby asked me to try overlooking Jerry's antics, which I'm trying to do, but today is not going to be any fun if the rest of the day is anything like the first five minutes. We're all in the garage now signing out the equipment we'll need. Jerry and I need to sign out two weed whackers and then secure them on the truck and go back for the grass clippings bags that we get from supply, not the equipment room. Normally this is a one man job and that's what it turns out to be this morning too because, according to Jerry, Robby told him he's just to observe what I do today... not participate. That's obviously a distortion of what Robby actually told Jerry, but Robby's off doing whatever supervisors do and therefore I can't ask him if Jerry's suppose to just watch me. Instead of arguing with Jerry, I carry the stuff to the truck myself as he walks beside me with his hands in his pockets, asking dumb questions. He goes, "Dyson, do we have to wear these corny hats all fucking day?" I've decided to try playing it straight to see if he'll give up his annoying nonsense when he sees I'm unaffected by it, so I answer him as if he's asked a logical question. "No, Jerry, we don't need to wear the hat all the time, just when we're working on a customer's property." Like a four year old, he asks, "Why?" I go, "Robby feels it's more professional if we all wear the same uniform." He's like, "Oh, does that hold true for our shirt too? I like to go shirtless working outdoors." Giving my answer in a monotone, I mutter, "Actually, we need to wear the hat, shirt, and shorts while we're on a customer's property." He takes a hand from his pocket and pushes down on one of the weed whackers I'm carrying and I almost drop both of them. I give him a look, and he says, "Just so I'm clear on the uniform thing, you're saying we can work in our bare feet if we want." We're at the truck now, so I put the weed whackers on truck, then hop up to join them, saying, "No, I should have included our footwear too. We can't work barefooted. Now please come up here and see how we need to secure these weed whackers so they don't bounce around while the trucks moving." He comes up agilely, and says, "You're not telling me we ride back here, are you?" Securing the weed whackers in the space created for them, I mumble, "Yes, we ride to the job sites in the back of the truck." He asks, "Why?" and I patiently tell him, "We have a six man crew. Robby drives the truck, Lee's his assistant and so he rides in the passenger seat. There are no other seats, so the rest of us ride in the back of the truck." Pointing to the spaces reserved for us, I go, "Two guys sit there and the other two guys sit on the other side." He chuckles, then mutters, "You know this sucks, right? I mean, what if it rains?" I say, "We get wet," as I finish securing the equipment. He asks, "Why'd ya strap those things to the truck bed?" and I tell him again, "So they don't bounce around and hurt someone when the truck's moving." He's looking around, not paying attention, so I ask him, "Do you see how the weed whackers fit in this space? They always go here." He asks, "What, oh yeah, but do they go there everyday?" Could it be he's actually this stupid, and he's not being a wise ass about all this? I mutter, "Yes, everyday. We use weed whackers every day." Jerry nods his head, asking, "When do we get a break?" We started our work day fifteen minutes ago and he's looking for a break? I tell him our morning break usually comes after the first job of the day, and then I hop off the truck, rolling my eyes, and head back for the grass clippings bags. Jerry comes along, "Do you have a girlfriend, Dill?" I say, "No," and he says, "Humph, that's surprising because I'd assume girls would think you're cute with your little pug nose, that cute little girlish chin, and all." Still using a monotone voice, I say, "I'm gay so I have a boyfriend, not a girlfriend." He says, "Oh, that's right, Rob told me you two are boyfriends. He didn't, by any chance, use his position as your boss to coerce you into sex did he? You could file a workplace harassment complaint to the EEOC if he did." I say, "He didn't. We've been boyfriends for three years." Jerry asks, "Is it offensive to refer to you as a fag?" I mutter, "Very," and he asks, "What's an acceptable term instead of fag? I've never worked with homos before." Taking a deep breath I tell myself to make this a contest to see if I can outlast this buffoon, "Gay, is the preferred term if you find you need to refer to my sexuality, although I can't imagine why you'd need to." He chuckles, obviously enjoying himself at my expense. We're in the supply room where I sign out a box of twenty-four heavy duty plastic bags that will be filled with grass clippings, and hedge clippings, and any other kinds of clippings we have. We bag everything so the loose clipping don't fly all over the truck bed when we're moving. He asks, "Why not use paper biodegradable bags instead of plastic?" I say, "That's a good idea, Jerry. Why don't you suggest that to Robby." He asks, "Why do you call Rob, Robby?" I say, "Because that's what I've been calling him for as long as I've known him. Most people call him Rob though, like you do." I'm carrying the box back to the truck where I see that both the mowers, the big ride-on and walk-behind one, have been loaded as well as everything else we need. A couple of guys are talking and smoking as they wait for us. Robby hops up on the truck to do a quick inspection. I hand the box I'm carrying to Lee's who's on the truck bed with Robby, and he stows it away. Robby says, "Okay, everything is perfect back here." He hops off and asks Jerry, "How's it going so far, Jerry?" Jerry's enthusiastic, "It's going great, boss. Dylan's been awesome filling me in on everything. I'm anxious to get started." Robby looks a little surprise, but pats Jerry's shoulder while giving me a smile. Robby mutters to Jerry, "Well, okay then." To everyone, he says, "Climb aboard and we'll get moving. It's a half hour ride to the first job site and we'll work our way back from there as the day goes on." Seth comes up behind me and squeezes the back of my neck, grinning at me, saying, "Oh boy, a half hour ride." He puts his finger in his ear, referring to our habit of tonguing each other's ear when both mowers are on the truck and no one can see us. It gets my dick moving in my pants thinking about Seth's pink tongue. I smirk at him and we get up on the truck bed. Seth and me sit in our regular spots, but Jerry's standing in front of Seth looking down at him. Seth looks up, asking, "What is it, Jerry?" Jerry goes, "I'm the trainee and I need to sit with Dylan so he can fill me in on stuff. Right, Dylan?" I look at Jerry, take a deep breath knowing I need to deal with this prick all day, and then answer him with, "No, that's not right, Jerry, and it's not necessary either because when the trucks moving it gets very loud back here and conversation is nearly impossible. You sit with my brother on the other side, okay?" He goes, "No, it's not okay. I'm eager to learn all the intricacies of the job and Rob said I was to stick by you all day. So, you," he says, pointing at Seth, "need to move your ass to the other side." Uh oh, Seth is no pushover, and he's had a couple of years of muscle building as a worker for a masonry company that probably emboldens him, plus he's got a chip on his shoulder. Not with me he doesn't, but I remember the first time I met him when he was a bit chippy. The point is, I don't expect him to put up with any shit from Jerry. Seth gives Jerry a cold stare, then says, "You do not tell me what to do. And I know you're not deaf so you heard Dylan, and it's you who needs to sit his ass over there." Because Jerry's standing he can be seen in the rearview mirror by Robby, who won't drive the truck unless we're all seated back here. He gets out of cab, and comes around to ask, "What's the problem guys? I can't drive unless you're all sitting down." Jerry says, "Oh, hi Rob. I thought I'd sit with Dylan so he can explain what I'm suppose to do on the job, but Seth's being a bad ass and won't move. I guess you could say he's picking on the new guy. I think that's what's going on here, boss." Robby frowns, "Are you serious, Jerry? Sit over here next to Chubby. That's your spot." Jerry looks at him with a weird expression on his face, not moving, and his eyes look strange. Robby patiently explains, "All the guys get their spot on the truck and they like to sit in the same spot every day." Jerry licks his lips, then gives a forced smile, saying, "Oh, I see what you mean, but Dylan didn't explain it to me like you did. You got it boss, no problem, I'll sit on the other side" and he walks around the mowers, and asks, "Can I sit here?" Chubby says, "Yeah, dude, I'm lonely, where the hell ya been? Keep me company." Jerry sits down and now Seth and I can't see him. Robby glances at me grinning, shaking his head. Then he mouths, 'Thanks,' and gives me a 'thumbs up'. I hear Chubby telling Jerry something and then Jerry's laughter. Seth and I exchange looks with me shrugging, like, 'What the fuck ya gonna do?' A minute later the truck starts up and we're soon in traffic on the highway with all the loud noise of this truck, other trucks, and a million cars making normal conversation impossible. Seth leans over to cup my ear, and yells, "That asshole and me are gonna butt heads. I just know it." I cup his ear, yelling, "Let's try giving him a few days to acclimate. Maybe he'll lighten-up when he sees what awesome guys we are." He yells back, "Or not." Seth's sitting real close to me like Ryan used to do, and I like Seth, but I love Ryan, so it's not quite as intimate. It's nice though and certainly better than sitting with that jackass Jerry. Glancing at Seth, who's grinning at me happily, I'm thinking that I need to change my mind about not doing sexy things with Seth. I mean, how would Ray ever find out? Plus, Seth's too nice a guy for me to hurt his feelings by rejecting his affection. Like I've said before, Seth's eerily like Connor in that he's innocent about sex. Plus, like Connor, Seth's made the best of a very difficult situation growing up. In Seth's case he's lived on his own since coming out as gay to his parents. They did not accept that he was gay and that eventually led to Seth moving out of his parent's house at age seventeen. He had to quit high school in order to support himself and at the same time he's managed to get his high school equivalency degree and is now going for his college degree using a computer course. Very admirable. Different circumstances than Connor's, but it amounts to basically the same degree of difficulty and both of them showed a lot of courage and determination overcoming tons of adversity that most teens don't need to deal with, plus they had all the normal difficulties associated with being teenagers. It's like double jeopardy for those two boys. Seth's also got a crush on me, like Connor, and it's flattering as all get out. So, I'm ignoring Ray's rules as far as Seth goes and taking liberties with the fact Robby kinda understands that his boyfriend has a tendency to alley-cat around. It's funny, but under Ray's influence I came to the opposite conclusion about me and Seth, figuring it wasn't worth the chance of Ray dumping me, but I'm not under his influence now so I see things differently. I am not about to disappoint this hard-luck kid. Hurting Seth's feelings, or throwing a wet blanket on his happiness is not how I behave. I simply don't have the heart for that. Seth gets his arm around my neck pulling my head to his to yell in my ear, "You look so damn cute this morning I want to lick your face," and he licks my cheek with me grinning. I'm enjoying myself and to hell with Jerry. Seth smells good. He yells in my ear, "Have you put some kind of magical spell on me? I've got such a crush on you I feel like a fool." Cupping his chin with my hand I pull his face around and we have an awesome kiss with my tongue on his, and our lips moving together. It's a damn nice kiss that gets Seth adjusting the crotch of his shorts. When we break the kiss he stares in my eyes licking his lips, then yells, "I've never felt like this before." I nod my head and we kiss again with my dick moving around in my jockey shorts. The truck hits a big pot hole in the street and we bump together with Seth's hat coming off. I run my fingers through his flattop haircut. He has the softest hair I've ever felt so I rub my hand up the back of his head feeling more of his pretty blond hair. He yells in my ear, "I can't wait until I need another haircut. You make it such a sexy experience." No, I'm definitely not going to stop having sex with Seth. I was the 'top' the first time we did it together, which didn't work out at all, but then Seth was the 'top' and it was much better. I'll bet it gets better each time we do it and maybe it'll eventually match Ray's hot sex. That would be something alright. Seth takes my hat off and rubs his fingers through my hair grinning at me; he likes to do to me whatever I do to him... that's kinda cute. Like I said, he seems so happy lately. It's hard to believe how very fortunate I am to bumble into awesome gay buddies like Seth. It's certainly helping me sow my wild oats so that someday it'll be just Robby and me. That's called growing-up, I believe. The truck comes to a jolting stop so we put our hats on and stand up. Lee comes around to the back of the truck and lets the tailgate down, saying, "Monday morning blues, boys, lets get to it." Chubby and Jerry are standing with Jerry laughing again, then saying, "You're a funny dude, Jeff. Jesus, my sides hurt." He sounds like a regular guy now. Maybe he saves his bullshit just for me and he'll be a good guy to everyone else. I hope so for Robby's sake, but I'm not looking forward to spending three days with Jerry. Oh what the hell, for Robby I'll get through it somehow. Chubby slides the ramp down and I fire up the ride-on mower with Lee jumping up on the truck bed to guide it down the ramp. Robby will ride it and Lee will work the big walk-behind mower. For this large property Chubby's assigned the push mower for small patches of grass in between garden plots in a section of the backyard. I'll start with the hedge trimmers, then switch to the weed whacker when done with the hedges. Chubby will switch to the leaf blower to clear the sidewalks and driveway of grass clippings. We'll all switch positions at the next job site except for Robby who always operates the ride-on mower. We're a well oiled machine by now, as we start our sixth week on the job. I hop off the truck carrying the hedge trimmers with Jerry's right behind me. He almost knocks me over jumping off the truck right into me. Laughing, he says, "You gotta move a little faster, Dill." Robby's getting on the ride-on mower as I say, "Robby, wait a second." He grins at me, looking so fucking cute I could kiss him right here, asking, "Whassup, Dylan?" Motioning to Jerry with my thumb as he stands behind me, I say, "Wouldn't it be better if Jerry tried using the equipment after I've shown him how it works?" Before Robby can answer, Jerry steps-up, saying, "Yeah, I agree with my man, Dylan, here. I'd like to try doing everything as quickly as possible." Robby looks confused, "Of course you should be working the equipment. Who suggested otherwise?" I'm rolling my eyes as Jerry says, "Probably just a misunderstanding. Dylan and I are on the same page now though, thanks to you, Rob," as if I was the one who said Jerry should just watch me. Robby's like, "I really like your enthusiasm, Jerry. Work side by side with Dylan the next three days and I know you'll be a real asset to our crew. Let's get to it guys, we'll have a coffee break after this job. Lets try to finish here in under an hour and a half," and he rides off. We all have the equipment we need so we separate and get working. As Jerry and I are walking to the side yard, where there are hedges from back to front separating this yard from the next door neighbors, Jerry pinches my ass hard, and I go, "Ow! Goddammit, don't do that!" as he's saying, "You weren't trying to get me in trouble back there with Rob, were you? That's wouldn't be too cool," and he pinches my ass again, harder, chuckling, and saying, "Ya know, I'm thinking since you're gay and all, you'd appreciate me pinching your cute ass. Am I wrong?" I go, "Yeah, you're very wrong, don't touch me again, Jerry. I'm aware you're having a good time breaking my balls this morning, but it's time to knock it off and just do the work." He makes a face, muttering, "Well, excuse me for living. Don't be such a tight ass, Dill, mix a little fun in with the work. You need to be more like your brother and lighten the fuck up. It'll make the time pass more quickly. Don't ya ever have any fun?" I'm not feeling the need to explain myself to him, so I ignore that question and show him how the battery operated hedge trimmers work. He shrugs, muttering, "Okay, that switch turns them on. Maybe I should have a notebook to write down the more technical aspects of the job like the on/off switch." Ignoring that too, I begin trimming the first section of hedges. Then say, "You try it and I'll rake up the cut hedge clippings." He trims some hedges, saying, "I do this for my old man at our house a few times each summer," and I say, "That's swell, but here you need to follow the pattern established for these hedges, and not make your own pattern. Just clip off the new growth." He looks at me as he holds the operating hedge trimmers too close to my crotch. I step back and he says, "This existing pattern is dumb looking, all these humps at different levels. It should be cut straight so it looks crisp and squared off." I say, "I think that would look better myself, but we need to do it the way the homeowner thinks it looks best." He goes, "It's dumb," but he does it the correct way as I rake-up the clippings and bag them. When he's done the second section, he says, "You keep raking what I clip off, Dill, because I'd rather work the trimmers than rake," and he turns the trimmers on again and continues trimming hedges. It's as if he's my boss. What the fuck, so I rake and he does the artistic trimming. It takes almost an hour to finish, but the hedges look really good when he's done with them. Robby's just getting to our part of the yard. He drives the ride-on mower down the row of hedges to us, and sitting with the mower idling, Robby says, "Nice job on those hedges, Dylan," and Jerry says, "Actually Dylan only raked the clipping, I did ninety percent of the actual trimming... just saying." Robby laughs, "Jeez, share the workload, Dylan. You'll have Jerry thinking we're slave drivers." He shoots us with his index finger, saying, "Good job, Jerry," and he rides off cutting the grass diagonally across the side yard forming a cool pattern of cut grass. Jerry says to me, "He's a good dude, that boss of ours," then he tells me, "You hump the bag to the truck and I'll put the trimmers away," and he takes off. I go, "Jerry, wait," but he's already halfway across the lawn. Fuck! This bag is heavy. I end up dragging it half way which screws up Robby's cut design. He yells, "Dylan, pick the bag up, please. Now I'll need to go over that section of lawn again." Robby's a perfectionist, but that's admirable, so I heft the bag over my shoulder and struggle, basically staggering to the truck. At the truck I find Jerry sitting on the grass smoking a cigarette under the shade of a tree. He asks, "What took you so long, Dill?" I say, "You were suppose to help carry this fucking bag, Jerry, it's heavy. That's what took me so long! And, there's no smoking on a customer's property." He stands up, muttering, "An awful lot of rules for cutting someone's grass, don't ya think?" I say, "Frankly I don't think about it one way or the other. Dickers Landscaping company pays me to do my job, so I follow their rules. It's as simple as that." He's got the cigarette filter between his teeth as he takes the bag of clippings with one hand and throws it up on the truck bed easily, mumbling, "Heavy, my ass." I get up on the truck, telling Jerry, "Grass clippings, hedge clippings, whatever clippings go up against the back of the cab like this. By the end of the day they'll barely be enough room for us to sit, and put out that cigarette." He takes a drag, muttering, "Mister bossy today, Dill, but I believe Rob's my boss, not you, sweetie. You do not want to try taking advantage of me just because I'm new here. It will work out badly for you if you try doing that." I say, "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm merely telling you how Robby wants the job done, and I'm not being bossy or taking advantage of you." He's finished his cigarette by now so he steps on it, asking, "Satisfied now? The horrible cigarette is out." Hmmm, he can't leave the butt on the driveway, but I know he won't pick it up if I tell him to so why not wait until Robby sees it. I get the weed whackers and hand them down to Jerry. He takes them, asking, "What do we do with these? There's no weeds in this guy's manicured lawn." I hop off the truck, then say, "We edge along flower beds, shrubs, sidewalks, paths, and the driveway." He goes, "Jesus, that'll take forever." I grab a weed whacker and show him how to turn it on, warning him, "The tough plastic threads will cut you badly so always keep the head of the weed whacker away from you." He goes, "Duh, you mean I shouldn't weed whack my ankles? How about I weed whack yours." I find it's best to ignore almost everything he says. Walking to the beginning of the drive, I tell him, "This goes quickly. Here's how it's done." He watches me do one side of the driveway, then he says, "Okay, I got it. You finish the driveway and I'll start on the sidewalk," and off he goes. And he calls me bossy? On the plus side, Jerry did the hedge trimming very well and he's edging very well too, so I'll continue overlooking his bullshit like Robby asked me to do. Chubby follows behind me now with the leaf blower and when he catches up with me, he does the same with Jerry. He's using the leaf blower to blow the debris we create off the sidewalk and driveway. We're three-quarters done when Robby and Lee are finished cutting the lawn and are loading their mowers on the truck bed. The other guys wait for us to finish and then help us by putting the equipment away while we swallow a bottle of water. Robby wants to know, "Who put this cigarette butt on the driveway?" I look at Jerry, who says, "It was me, Rob. Dylan told me there's no smoking on a customer's property, but not until I was already smoking, so I didn't know that rule. I put it out right away by stepping on it, but he didn't say anything about that, so I thought it was okay." Jerry's throwing me under the bus again. Robby goes, "He should have mentioned that we don't leave anything, like cigarette butts, behind when we leave, Jerry. Pick it up and toss it into one of the grass clippings bag." Jerry hustles to do that, muttering, "I hope Dylan's not trying to get me in trouble." Robby goes, "No way, Jerry, not Dylan. Trust me on that." This job site took about fifteen minutes longer than Robby expected, but he doesn't mention it. We're driving to a coffee shop for morning break. The air blowing on us as the trucks moves down the highway feels refreshing. Jerry sat with Chubby this time without any bitching, and before we pulled away I could hear them chattering together so it seems Chubby's getting along fine with Jerry. Seth and I mess around wiping each other's forehead with the palm our hands getting excess sweat off each other as we grin at one another. He's fun to be with. Seth yells in my ear, "I need to use self control not to lick your sweat off my hand." I chuckle, and he adds, "If I could think of a way to do it without you seeing me, I would." I smirk at him and lick my hand. His sweat is salty. He chuckles and does the same to my sweat in his hand. We get even goofier rubbing our faces together giggling like ten year olds. Jeez, riding with Seth makes up for working with Jerry. At the coffee shop Seth and I get iced coffees and donuts while Jerry buys Chubby a coffee and sweet roll, saying, "I gotta pay you back for all the laughs." Chubby pats his back, saying, "You just might work out alright, Jer. Thanks." Robby and Lee sit with Seth and me while Chubby and Jerry grab stools at the counter. I'm a little jealous that my brother is being buddy-buddy with my nemesis, and sitting with him instead of me. Robby asks, "How's Jerry doing so far, Dylan?" I say, "He's a pain in the ass, but a good worker." Robby says, "Just between us guys, Chuck Tanner gave me a lecture at our meeting last week. It was about turnover in my crew and he says he's concerned I'm either hiring the wrong guys or treating them in a way that makes the job undesirable. The turnover isn't caused by either of those reasons, and even though the turnover doesn't upset my dad, Chuck's my immediate boss and I need to please him first. I have a sneaking suspicion Chuck's had second thoughts about me firing his son." I say, "Derek was a total disruption on the crew and a slacker too, plus he got in a fight with you. Of course he had to be fired." Robby goes, "I know, but I didn't think it'd be too smart to bring up the obvious about his son to my boss. Anyway, Chuck didn't say anything specific about Derek's firing during the lecture, so me bringing it up would be inappropriate. I think Chuck would enjoy it if I fucked up on the job. You know, his son fucked-up so it'd be justice in his eyes if my dad's son fucks-up too. I hope I'm imagining these things, but I'm suspicious, like I said. Anything you can do to help Jerry fit in, Dylan, will be gratefully appreciated by me. Lee and Seth are great hires, I got lucky with them and, of course, you and your brother are awesome. So if Jerry can work out somehow I'll have a top crew and any worries about my boss can be put behind me." I ask, "Didn't you tell Chuck about running out of applicants and the valid reasons for the turnover?" Robby goes, "No, that would sound like I'm making excuses, and supervisors are suppose to make things work, not make excuses." I mutter, "That sounds good, but is it reality?" Robby shrugs. Then Robby, to change the topic, asks, "How you doing today, Seth?" Seth says, "It's all good, Rob. I really like this job." Then Lee tells us about his girlfriend getting sick on their date Saturday night and tossing her cookies in his car. He makes an awful situation somehow sound funny and gets us all laughing. He spent his Sunday trying to clean the vomit from his car and get rid of the smell. Seth says, "Please, no more details, Lee, or I'll hurl on the table myself." The rest of the morning goes pretty much like it went during the first job. Jerry thinks he has a better way of doing everything and that what the customer wants, or the way we do things, is dumb. His way is better according to him, but he does it our way in the end. He continued subtly insulting me too, and then downplaying the insults by roughly hugging my shoulders or jostling me around like we're buddies. Everything he does in that regard has a bullying overtone to it, but I'd sound like I was whining if I mentioned it to anyone, and his rough stuff could be explained as just messing around. He calls me Dyson or Dill, only referring to me as Dylan when he tells Robby what a good job I'm doing training him. At lunch Chubby says to me, "Jerry's a pretty good guy. What'd Robby mean when he said Jerry has personality problems?" I go, "I sure as hell know what Robby means by that. Jerry is a prick to me and I don't know why. He was overbearing with Seth too, but then he sucks up to Robby and Lee and you too apparently." Chubby goes, "That's strange. Are you sure you're not misreading him? I mean he's got an offbeat sense of humor, but we get along good." I shrug and leave it at that, and then later, Robby says, "Um, I think I gave you a bum steer about Jerry having personality issues. He's fitting in real well I'm happy to say, and I have you to thank for helping make that happen." I nod my head muttering, "Good," but say no more. Maybe it's me that's causing Jerry's to act up, but I don't know what I've done to cause it. After lunch I try feeling Jerry out as we're working the push mower in the back yard of another huge property. Well, to be more accurate, it's me who's working the push mower with Jerry casually walking next to me. He told me he already knows how to use a push mower and he has an upset stomach. Trying to get a normal conversation going, I ask him, "Do you go to college, Jerry?" He's like, "What the fuck kind of question is that? You think I'm too dumb for college, is that it?" See what I mean, he takes everything as a challenge. I go, "No not at all, where do you go?" He says, "Tuffs, where do you go?" I tell him and of course he's never heard of Merrimack College. I can understand that; I never heard of it either until I started my college search. He goes, "Since you're giving me the third degree, answer me this. Did you ever go out with a girl?" I say, "No, I never have. Do you have a girlfriend?" He answers my question with one of his own, "Are you into BDSM play at all in your gay sex activities?" What a rude question. I ask, "What's that?" He says, "You know damn well what it is. Obviously you're submissive, so I figure Rob, or whoever you're participating in BDSM with, is dominant." He assumes Rob and I are into BDSM stuff, and he wouldn't believe me if I said were not into it, so I don't bother contradicting him. Instead I say, "This is actually an inappropriate subject matter. I wouldn't think of asking about your sex life." He asks, "Have you gotten into the slave/master dynamic yet? You'd make an almost perfect slave for some dominant master." I go, "You seem to be very knowledgeable in the area of BDSM, Jerry." He says, "For your information one doesn't need to be gay to get into BDSM games. It's none of your nosey business if I'm into it or not, but it's practiced by some heterosexuals and sometimes the female is the dominant one. Ever hear of a dominatrix?" I should just drop it, but I ask, "Does a lot of that kind of thing go on at Tuffs?" He answers me with a question, "Why, do you want to transfer there?" Jerry rarely answers a question, but he has lots of them for me. I'm done with answering his bogus questions; two of us can play this stupid game. Done cutting the many smaller patches of lawn, I say, "How about pushing the mower back to the truck, Jerry, so it'll be like you've done something useful with it." In a matter of fact way, he says, "No, I'm not feeling it. I ate too much lunch." I say, "I thought you didn't know to bring your lunch." He says, "Don't be such a tool, Dill! I was pulling your leg this morning. You're about as much fun as a screen door on a submarine." I monotone, "I think that should be, 'about as useful as a screen door on a submarine; not as much fun as,'." He goes, "You've been making things miserable for me from the second you met me. What's with that? And, you tried getting me in trouble too." That is so outrageously wrong, I'm flabbergasted. Could he actually be serious? I go, "I think you've got that mixed up, Jerry. I'm the one who should say those lines, not you. Everything you accused me of in that last statement applies to the way you've acted towards me, not the manner I've acted towards you, and I've tried overlooking it." He says, "You're a trouble maker, but I won't be drawn into your negativity. Leave me out of it." How can I even have a discussion with this delusional asshole? No way, so I shut up and push the mower to the truck. He lifts it onto the bed, hops up after it, and stows it away properly, then he gets the leaf blower and hands it down to me. I work the leaf blower up one side of the driveway and then he taps me on the shoulder. Turning off the leaf blower and taking my noise reducing earmuffs off, I look at him. He asks, "Can I have a go with it?" I shrug, and take it off my shoulder, he puts it on along with the earmuffs, then finishes the last half hour of this job with me just standing here. After that ridiculous convoluted argument a little earlier neither of us has said anything. Done blowing clippings off the sidewalk and driveway, Jerry hands me the leaf blower and I carry it back to the truck. As I'm climbing up onto the bed of the truck, he says, "I've been thinking, and ya know what would do you a world of good, Dill?" I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, thinking this should be good, then I ask, "What would do me a world of good, Jerry?" He says, "It'd be a pain in my ass, but you spending a weekend with me in a slave/master arrangement is what you need. I'd be tough on you, but it will straighten you out. Take my word for it because I know what I'm talking about. We'd both sign a contract first about what's allowed and what's not, but you'd basically need to do everything I say. You'd need to agree to that before I'd waste a weekend, and I won't even charge Rob for doing it. You need that arrogant self-importance knocked out of you. Rob would see a big change in you and be grateful to me, but I'll do it strictly as a favor to him." You know what this ludicrous proposal reminds me of? That crazy as a junkyard rat, Joel. He wanted to do the same thing, make me his slave. I think that was Willie's ultimate goal too, now that I think about it. To Jerry, I say, "Did you drop an LSD tablet while I was mowing the lawn?" He says, "You're impossible! I hardly fucking know you, but still I offer to help you and as usual you've got a smart ass comment that makes no sense. Your sneaky too, and others will see through your facade eventually." I see what he's doing. He's accusing me of all his own faults. The question is: why is he doing it, and does he know that's what he's doing. If he doesn't, he could be dangerously unbalanced. I've got no more to say to him about this so-called offer of help because he's giving me the creeps now. We have one more property to do and it's another large one too. As we're working Jerry brings up the slave/master thing a couple of more times and finally, against my better judgement, I say, "Forgive me for thinking this, but this sounds very homosexual to me, Jerry. Are you gay or bisexual?" He says, "It's impossible to talk to you. I don't know why I even bother. You're obviously very defensive and in a way kind of pathetic, which is probably why I'm trying to help you. The thing is, you've got to admit you have a problem before I can correct it." Which doesn't answer my question about him being gay, and now I'm thinking he might actually be crazy as well, insane type crazy; delusional at the very least. The more he talks the crazier he sounds, and I don't want to encourage him in any way so I say nothing more. Of course this might be simply his way of entertaining himself, and not being for real in any sense of the word... all total bull shit. If it is, or isn't, it's slightly scary in either case. We finish the lawn and then join the other guys loading the equipment with Jerry's acting friendly as all get out with everyone, seemingly a normal nineteen year old. Maybe he was just pulling my chain because I'm gay; he guessed I'd be the submissive type so he tried bating me into that ludicrous slave/master stuff. Imagine if I'd have said 'yes'. Oh brother, would he have fun telling everyone about that. I can just imagine Robby's expression and reaction. Okay, so Jerry's probably not crazy in the way I thought he might be, but he's still a bully and a prick... and that will become obvious to the others eventually. In the meantime I'll keep most of his horse shit to myself and hope, after we're done working together the next two days, he and I will have little to do with one another. Actually I hope Jerry works out okay for Robby's sake. As for me, I'd be happy never seeing him again. On the ride back to the complex Seth gets me in a better mood and we agree to have a date later tonight. I know Chubby's working for Mary Jo's father, and then doing something with Mary Jo, and Robby has baseball practice and then he has stuff to do that's work related. It should be okay using my bedroom if that's what Seth has in mind for our date. Neither of us specifically mentioned sex, but come on, that's surely what it's all about. I've no intention of following Ray's no cheating rule. I mean, who's Ray to be laying down rules for me anyway? It's funny the things I think make sense only to find out later they're not as sensible as I once thought they were. If the most important person in my life, Chubby, never laid down any rules for me, and my true love boyfriend excuses my alley-catting, who's Ray to curtail my youthful fun with a lot of rules? Okay, I've rationalized that situation to my satisfaction, and it was clever to include Chubby in the rationalization because Chubby and me don't need rules for each other. Okay, I've got that straight in my mind, and when we've changed into our regular clothes I drive Chubby and me home without mentioning any of Jerry's nonsense to Chubby. Doing so wouldn't benefit me in any way I can think of. Jerry's either just breaking my balls for his own entertainment or he's serious, which would likely result in Robby firing his ass and then Robby might be in trouble with his boss. So, I'll forget about today and if Jerry brings up this nonsense of slave/master tomorrow I'll either joke about it or say nothing at all. I'll ignore him until he gets the message. These kinds of strange things seem to happen to me a lot and I've never figured out why that is. But, fuck it for now. Chubby says, "Jerry seems to be fitting in okay. I get the sense you've got some issues with him though, so do you want to talk about them?" I go, "Not really, Chubby, lets see how tomorrow goes. Maybe I've misread him like you suggested earlier. I don't find him likable, but mostly he did a good job today and that's the important thing. Me liking him or not isn't the point. Jerry doing his job is all I care about for Robby's sake." Chubby goes, "Yeah, I was surprised when Robby told us his boss was giving him some crap about the turnover of our crew. It's not Robby's fault, so it has to be that Chuck's looking for some way to screw Robby. Chuck's son was a total loser though, and he deserved to be fired. Plus, Robby didn't even hire Derek, Chuck did. Ryan's father gets transferred so there's nothing Robby could do about that." I say, "Yeah, it's not fair, but life is like that sometimes. I guess you could say Felix wasn't a good hire because the work was too hard for him and he never had an outdoor job before." Chubby goes, "Yeah, but there was only so many applicants. Robby had to pick one." We pretty much run out of things to say about that subject and it doesn't change the fact that it's important Jerry works out, and I'm determined to help that along as best I can. At our condos Chubby and me take showers. It pretty much necessary to do that after work every day considering the type of job we have. Then I go up to Chubby's condo and we make mac and cheese from scratch using penne pasta instead of elbow macaroni. We put a bread crumb topping on the casserole and pop it in the oven, then Chubby makes a salad and covers it with plastic wrap to keep it crisp and cold in the refrigerator. I make my world famous Russian dressing for the salad and then Chubby and I share a cigarette and a bottle of Coke on the balcony talking about the car we'll get after next summer. We've talked before about a mini Cooper like Ryan has and we'll probably have enough money for a two or three year old model, but it needs to be a convertible. It's fun thinking about a newer, cooler car than our Jeep. Money rules where possessions are concerned and we don't have much of that, but fortunately for Chubby and me we don't consider possessions a major part of our lives. We're more about our moms, each other, and our friends. This is the reason I'm determined to do my best with bizarre Jerry for my friend and lover, Robby. Done our soft drink and cigarette we play a computer game as we wait for our dinner to bake. It's always fun being with Chubby, but our separate life styles gets in the way of doing that as much as I'd like. Looking at Chubby as he's concentrating on the game brings that Bob Dylan song to mind again, "Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that". They're the words I remember from the song, and the sentiment applies to Chubby and me, except I don't have ten thousand dollars and even if I did it wouldn't make our lives like it was growing up; our world was young, innocent, and near perfect back then. Chubby looks up and says, "Do you give up, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, I like it best when you win, little brother." He looks me in the eyes for a few seconds, before mumbling, "I love ya, bro. You and me forever." I nod my head feeling sad for some unknown reason, then give Chubby a hug. He's such a comfort in my life it makes my eyes water. Chubby pats my back, quietly saying, "You need to tell me what's troubling you, Dylan. I know you so well I can see you're bothered about something and when something's bothering you I can't be happy. If you don't shine, I don't shine." I mutter, "I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill in my head about Jerry. He's an asshole, but I want him to work out well on the crew so I'm not going to let him bother me anymore." We let go of each other as Chubby's saying, "I'm going to be watching you two closely tomorrow. I don't want Robby to get screwed by Chuck Tanner, but I'm way more concerned about you. If Jerry's fucking with you we'll resolve it one way or another." I say, "It'll be alright, Chubby, lets check on our dinner." Just knowing Chubby's got my back makes me feel better about things. There's something wrong in Jerry's brain, but I don't need to let it affect me, and tomorrow I won't. The dinner's awesome and we're both in a upbeat mood after eating. Seth calls saying he's just leaving his efficiency apartment. It's in a run down neighborhood, another thing he coincidentally has in common with Connor. I tell him I'll meet him at the curb. Chubby gives me a hug, saying, "You and me, bro. We're a formidable combo handling whatever trouble comes our way." Neither of us specifically mentions Jerry, but we both know what Chubby means. Although I'm determined it doesn't come to a confrontation. I wander down the steps to meet Seth and Chubby heads out to work his other job. By the time Seth drives up in his shit box Toyota I've convinced myself I am in fact making a mountain out of a mole hill where Jerry Cranston is concerned, and then I put that subject out of my head. Walking over to Seth's car I don't do the kiss hello that I do with Robby, and lately with Ray. Instead we exchange smiles and I get in the car. Seth says, "It's strange, but when I see you, I feel good all of a sudden. I'm so lucky to have met you." Like Connor, Seth is innocently open and generous when expressing sweet sentiment to me. How is it some boys are like that and then I meet my share of guys who are the opposite, like Jerry, who seems to take an immediate dislike of me. It's baffling. I say, "Damn, Seth, you say the nicest things. Thank you. I'm always happy to see you and I'm glad I met you too. So we're even on that score." Seth chuckles, "I've been making a fool out of myself over you from almost the first day on the job, and you never ridicule me or embarrass me about it. I've told you before, but it's true, you're the nicest person I've ever met." I trying to lighten up the conversation, and go, "And I've been telling you almost from the first day of work that I love compliments, so bring 'em on." He goes, "If I told you all the fabulous impressions I have of you, you'd really think there's something wrong with me. I don't want that so I'll keep some of those thoughts to myself." I go, "Damn! Okay, so what are we gonna do tonight?" Seth shrugs, mumbling, "I've no experience at dating so you need to tell me what I should do. You're in charge, Dylan. I'm open to anything." I say, "Jeez, I hate being in charge. Hmmm, how about we check out the mall for a little while. I'd like to pick-up a couple of new Polo shirts from the Polo section of Macy's. Chubby says they have a big sale going on. Then we could get some ice cream at the food court and then come back here and mess around in my bedroom." He beams, "I was afraid to ask, but that bedroom messin' around gets me happy. It's taken me nineteen years to find someone like you, and I'm late doing it. You're already everybody's favorite. There's more guys vying to be your boyfriend than you can shake a stick at." He drives away from the curb, as I say, "That's not true, nobody is vying for my attention. It's usually the other way around, and where'd that 'shake a stick at' saying come from anyway. Who shakes a stick at anything? There are a lot of silly expressions that get passed down from generation to generation until no one even knows what they mean." Seth says, "You wonder about the funniest things." During the drive Seth asks how it was for me working all day with Jerry. I don't want to talk about Jerry anymore so I give vague impressions of him that aren't complimentary, but aren't totally damning either. Then I change the subject asking Seth if he still feels bad about us having sex, you know, sort of behind Robby's back. Seth and I were going to stop having sex because Seth feels guilty about it, but then we got the hot's for each other and did it anyway. Later I hinted around to Robby that I might feel Seth out about some sexy messing around and while Robby wasn't thrilled about it, he didn't definitely say no to it. What he said was I need to decide what my conscience can handle. I took that as an endorsement of the idea so my conscience is okay with it. I already expressed how I feel about Ray forbidding me to have sex with anyone except him and Robby. It's like, who the hell is he to set rules for me. Anyway, Seth tells me he doesn't think too much about anything except me when we're having sex, and the rest of the time when he thinks about doing it behind Robby's back he feel bad. Seth's basically an especially good person and he wishes he didn't need to have sex with someone's boyfriend, but he can't help himself. I'm basically like that too, mostly. Of course, I'm like that a little more frequently than Seth. At the mall we wander around checking out the shoppers trying to spot the cutest boy our age, but come up empty. Sometimes cute boys are a rare species and other times, like on the boardwalk in Wildwood, I'll see a whole group of them. Overall though, truly cute ones are kinda rare. I buy two pull over Polo shirts at half price. Seth sees things he likes, but Polo is too expensive for his budget, although he finds a cool American Eagle brand sweatshirt discounted three times from $59.00 all the way down to $14.99 that he buys it feeling real good about it. It's not just girls who enjoy new clothes. We skip the food court and head back to my place to mess around in my bedroom. Bringing my purchases with me, Seth and I go up the steps and into my condo. Seth's quiet, and inside he says, "It nervous time for me again, Dylan. Excited but still nervous that I'll do something wrong or embarrassing." I say, "Don't feel that way, Seth. You haven't done anything wrong or embarrassing since I met you. Let's grab a smoke on the balcony." On the balcony he accepts a cigarette doing a nervous chuckle, mumbling, "I know it's dumb to be nervous about doing something I look forward to so much. Maybe this cigarette will calm my nerves. This is the ninth cigarette I've bummed off you. When I get to twenty, I'm buying you a pack to pay you back." I say, "Make damn sure you keep count." He chuckles again, saying, "I know you think it's silly, but I feel better knowing I'll be paying you back." I shrug, asking, "What are you nervous about?" He goes, "I don't know, you're like my idol and I don't want to screw up." I tell him, "Oh, Seth, don't make me out to be your idol. I'm nobody's idol. I don't deserve to be. If any one should be idolized it's you for being strong enough, in any number of ways, to go out on your own at a young age and take care of yourself like you've been doing for almost three years." He says, "It hasn't been very much fun, Dylan, and I think I wasted a couple of good teen years. It was probably stupid of me." I say, "That's in the past, and it isn't stupid that you stood up for your principles. Your family wouldn't accept you so you did something about it. Them not accepting you says a lot more about them then it does you. They should be ashamed of themselves if you ask me. I admire you, not them." He smiles, "You always make me feel good, and being with you I feel comfortable being myself too. Usually I'm defensive with people and standoffish. It's hard to feel trust in anyone since being abandoned by my family, and I'm not feeling sorry for myself saying that; just describing my outlook. It's been brighter since meeting you." Then he does yet another nervous chuckle, mumbling, "I can't believe the things I admit to you, but it feels good being myself with at least one person." I say, "You should be yourself more often because you're very likable. Others will feel that way too." He smiles saying, "Will you be my full time psychotherapist?" I make a face, then say, "No, because I'm about as far from being qualified as I could possibly be, and you don't need one anyhow." He says, "You underestimate yourself, but I don't think I need a psychotherapist either. It is nice to have someone to talk too about things that are on my mind though. You're awesome." I go, "Finally, another compliment." He says, "Two actually; I also said you underestimate yourself." I say, "Okay, that's kinda weak, but I'll count it as a compliment too. Ya got anymore?" He's like, "Yeah, but like I told you, you'd think I'm a nut if I told you what they are." I ask, "Ya wanna mess around with me a little in my bed?" He goes, "Yes, of course, but now I'm nervous again." I laugh, "You're right, you are a nut. Being nervous with me is the last thing you need to be." We finish the cigarette and go back inside. Inside I take his hand and look into his eyes, asking, "Can I kiss you?" He nods his head, blushing. I put my hand behind his neck and our faces come together, then our lips. I'm a huge fan of Seth's sexy lips, and are they ever nice to kiss. Making out with a cute boy is so dreamy. We kiss for a couple of minute with Seth's arms around me, my arms around his neck, and our bodies pressed together. I feel his boner fairly quickly, which is yet another thing Seth and Connor have in common; they both spring boners even faster than I do. Seth's moaning in his throat as we kiss. He finally breaks the kiss, gasping. Our faces are side by side and his five o'clock shadow feels so sexy against my cheek, I'm really getting off on whiskers lately. We're still hugging, as he whispers, "I love you, Dylan. There, I just humiliated myself again." Do I need to say that this is another Connor move? It's very touching, but also just as troubling to me as it was when Connor told me the same thing because it's ultimately going to be me letting them down. Robby's the true love of my life and sometimes I hate myself for allowing other wonderful boys to think they love me. It's not my objective at all. I like buddy sex with friends, but not to fall in love with them. Ryan being the only exception to that, and it shocked me totally when I realize I'd fallen in love with him. I say to Seth, "You didn't humiliate yourself at all, Seth. It's extremely flattering that you think you love me. I mean absolutely no offense when I say this, but I think you're confusing love with infatuation." He pulls his head back and then kisses my lips quickly. "You might be right, Dylan, because what I don't know about love is a lot!" I smile and say, "Well, infatuation is still very flattering so it's a good substitute for love until you're positive." He chuckles letting go of me, "You're so funny, Dylan. You're being really nice while you subtlety remind me you're already in love with Rob, and it's best if I don't let myself fall in love with you. Like I said, you're probably right that it isn't love, but I like the fantasy of love anyway. Okay?" I shrug, "Okay then. Let's adjourn to my private quarters and see what pops up." He grins, "I'm not nervous anymore. You've cured me, Doctor Newman." Good he's lightening up on talk of love. I say, "This way for your physical exam." I carry the bag with my two new Polo shirts into my bedroom with Seth close beside me, like Ryan used to do. In my bedroom I pull my tee shirt off and then can't resist trying on my new shirts. As I'm doing that, Seth says, "Man, it's itchy down here," as he rubs his crotch. I go, "Oh yeah, that's right, I shaved your pubic hairs on our first date. It's growing in to the itchy stage, but it'll only last a few days. Hey, would you like me to shave there again. I'd be glad to." He says, "Yeah, that'd be awesome, but I don't want to impose on you. And, that's not what I had in mind when I mentioned the itchiness." I take off the first shirt, a little disappointed how it looked on me. That happens sometimes, but ya can't very well say you want to try a shirt on at the store. I say to Seth, "No, I don't think you were hinting for me to do it again, but I'm happy to. It'd probably be good if you got undressed first though. That would make it easier for me." He laughs, "Oh yeah, I'll get undressed." While he does that I try on my other new shirt and this one is a winner. Okay, one out of two isn't bad. I say, "How about trying on this shirt, Seth." I hand him the first one. We're about the same size although Seth has more muscles. As he's putting it on, I say, "I didn't like that one when I tried it on just now." He's got the shirt on looking at himself in the mirror, asking, "What don't you like about it? It's cool." I say, "You take it then because I won't wear it." He shakes his head 'no', saying, "No way could I accept something this expensive." I say, "Please take it so I don't feel I totally threw my money away." He thinks for a second, looking at himself in the mirror again. Then reluctantly, he says, "Okay, but I owe you a shirt and a pack of cigarettes." We both get naked then, and I say, "Here's a little secret of mine: I like being naked. I've often thought if I could find a nudist colony with only teen boys, I'd join. Okay, guys under twenty-five could join too, but no older." He says, "Let me know the minute you find that exact nudist colony and we'll join together." I say, "You got a deal." In my small bathroom I run the water until it's warm, then soak Seth's pubic stubble, saying, "Robby and me need to do this on our next date too. It's cool having shaved pubes, and fun keeping them that way." Seth mutters, "Yeah, it is." Then he adds, "I was very uncomfortable and self-conscious the first time you did this, but I feel very comfortable with you now." I say, "Ah ha, I'll count that as another compliment. I really should keep a diary of some sort recording all your compliments. You know, when I'm having a bad day I could read my diary and seeing your compliments would pick up my spirits." He mutters, "Compliments for you just slip out." The shaving cream goes on next and I massage it in, moving his dick out of the way. Seth goes up on his toes, saying, "Boner alert. I'm feeling a boner coming on." Looking up at him, I say, "You're lucky! I love springing boners." He says, "Me too, as you've undoubtedly noticed." Holding his stiffening cock in my fingers, moving it away from the safety razor I shave his subtle. It comes off easily leaving Seth smooth as the day he was born. It's an excellent look and it's got a nice feel to it as well." Seth's cock isn't a full blown boner, but it's still a nice looking five inch stiff dick. It's his balls that are a tad oversized. His last orgasm up my ass was pretty substantial and I think they'll get bigger when he's more confident with sex. I know he likes doing anal sex a lot so he'll get very good at it soon enough. For the most part it comes naturally, but there are techniques that can turn fucking into almost magical things. Ray doesn't know much technique but he doesn't need to with a cock like his. Robby's getting very good and Ryan is awesome because of the intensity of the heat we generate in each other, and his huge dick. I begrudgingly admit Willie might have the best technique of anyone I've had sex with, but I've lost my desire for him. Ryan cured me of Willie. After rinsing the area of stray shaving cream I dry his crotch. Since I'm on my knees anyway, I pick up his stiff cock and put it in my warm mouth noticing a faint taste of shaving cream, as Seth goes, "Oooooh, mmmm, oooh." Smiling around his cock, my eyes go to the top of their sockets to watch Seth sucking his lips as he moans with his sexual arousal. Connor's the only other boy I've ever known who gets as easily and quickly aroused as Seth. Seth's cock gets very tight quickly, then almost hard as steel. I tongue the head and suck on the hard shaft as Seth rubs my head, quietly moaning in pleasure. Precum drools from the quivering lips of his pee slit and he steps back pulling his boner from my mouth with a string of precum stretching from the head of his cock to my lips. As usual it breaks off at the head and lazily swings down to make a wet string mark down my chin and under it. I chuckle while licking as much of it as my tongue can reach. Seth's muttering, "I almost climaxed in your mouth." I go, "Nothing wrong with that," as I wipe the rest of the precum off my chin. Standing up I rub Seth newly shaved pubic area and then hold his big nuts in my hand testing the weigh of them and they're heavy alright. Using one of Ryan's moves, I take Seth's boner in my fist and pull in the direction of the bedroom, saying, "Come on Seth, I'm anxious to feel this baby up my rear end." Seth smiles and does little quick steps following me. I loved when Ryan did this to me and I can't wait for that little guy to dominantly fuck me again. Sucking Seth cock for such a short time didn't get my dick boned up, but thinking about Ryan leading me, using my cock as a leash, and then fucking me with his oversized boner, gets my cock firming up. I'm getting that luscious squirmy feeling knowing I'm going to soon be getting fucked. God, I love the feel of it. Seth's sounds like he's out of breath, asking, "How should I do it, Dylan?" I'm anxious, so I say, "Stand behind me Seth, and push your cock up my ass, I'm really looking forward to it." He exhales, mumbling, "Me too, me too. Okay, I'll just...," and he puts a hands on my hip and uses the other one to guide his cock to my asshole. It's wet at the head and feels really hard. No hesitation from Seth this time, he pushes his cock against the lips of my anus and spreads them quickly, more pressure and the head, plus about an inch of the shaft, push past my sphincter muscle stingingly. Seth gasps, then, "Ooooh, God, mmmm, this feels so good. Oooh." He breaths deeply, then asks, "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I blow a lot of air out. I'd been holding my breath to keep from groaning because it hurt going in so fast, but it feels good now. Taking a deep breath myself, I say, "It feels fantastic, Seth. You're doing everything perfectly." He says, "Oh God, it feels so good," and he drives his boner the rest of the way in with one hard thrust of his hips and hugs around my stomach squeezing me back against his recently shaved crotch. I'm holding my breath again waiting for my rectum to expand and accommodate this welcome intrusion. Seth blows a lot of his breath onto the back of my head as he moans, "Mmmmm, ooooh man, nothing can feels this good." He kisses the side of my face, scratchy whiskers and all, whispering, "I love you, and I'm infatuated with you," and he kisses me again as the hurt fades and beautiful sensations, one by one, replace all the hurt in my rectum from that fast, full entry. My cheeks puff out as I blow air in a long stream out my lips that I've shaped in an 'O'. With pleasure sensations dancing in my rectum now and my cock is hard and tight feeling great, I say, "You've got an awesome dick, Seth. It feels fantastic." I purposely did not respond to his 'love and infatuation' comment. Seth pulls most of his five inch boner out and immediately pushes it back in. He mumbles, "Really tight. I almost climaxed again, Dylan." I say, "Leave it in like this for a minute," as I stroke my boner a couple of times, hoping he doesn't have a premature ejaculation. His scratchy cheek is against my smooth one again and I move my head so my cheek rubs against his. He kisses my cheek three times fast, then pulls his boner almost out and drives it right back in, then again, and now he's fucking me fast as he moans and grunts. My rectum comes alive with awesome sensations buzzing and sizzling, as I moan, "Mmmmmm, oh yeah, Seth." I smell his sexy scent now too, even as the girth of his boner increases making me bend at the waist. My hands are on my knees while I'm trying not to make a fool of myself moaning so enthusiastically from the pleasure, but it feels so fucking good I let out a long, "Ooooh, mmmmm." Seth is fucking me faster and faster in a frenzy to climax. He's held off admirably this long and his boner feel so good moving quickly up my ass, then back, the friction tantalizing my prostate as his fingers dig into my hips. Seth's into whimpering now with desperate quick, "Ahh, ahh, ahh," sounds as he gets close to his orgasm. His body's slamming against my buttocks which produces the familiar rhythmic '"Slap, slap, slap," sound joining both our sounds of sexual pleasure. My orgasm builds and my dick tightens up further tingling and dripping precum. There's a steady, "Mmmmm," coming from me now as my boner tightens more and moves away from my belly throbbing as my balls move snugly against my body. Seth's slamming his boner up my ass recklessly to satisfy his need to cum... he's approaching lift off, climax-wise. Then we cum at the same time, my squeal of intense sexual pleasure, "Aaaaah, ohh God, mmmm," has my head shaking and my shoulders shuddering as I'm gasping and inhaling through my nose nosily with cum streaming from my hard cock in fast moving strings of milky while cream. From a seeming distance I hear Seth's moans of thrilling pleasure, accompanying his orgasm, "Mmmmmm, uh, uh, uh, ooooh," as his shots of creamy cum fill my bowels making it feel all squishy and warm up there. Lots of spunk in my rectum as he's still hammering his cock up my ass, splattering drools of cum that have leaked out. The dizziness from the extreme peak of sexual pleasure drifts down in my mind and body to a feeling of peace and comfortable wonderfulness. There's a buzzing down in my cock and rectum, the sensations that seem weak now when compared to the recent climax thrills. Oh man, it feels so good getting fucked, sexually fucked that is, not fucked like when someone's wronged you. How the hell did the word for something so awesome come to also mean something so bad. Oh well, never mind that, I'm still savoring all the fleeting sensation of being fucked and, of course I'm using the good meaning of the word. Leaning over still, with my hands on my knees, I take a deep breath, feeling so right, so good. Seth lays his chest on my back continuing to hump his hips as he hugs around my chest. Then from Seth a long sigh, "Mmmmm," with a mumbled "That was exquisite, Dylan. Can we do it again?" I say, "If it wasn't getting so late, we sure as hell could, but we need a couple of hours for our teen bodies to restock sperm and reinvigorate our sex drive. I'm feeling great, and for the moment I'm also sexually satisfied. It's a temporary condition, of course, but I want to enjoy it for awhile. Your cock feels so good in my ass." Seth goes, "Oh, yeah, it feels good there for me too, but I see what you mean about the time consideration for doing it again. And we need to get up early for work tomorrow too. It was an awesome time with you tonight, Dylan. I'll be reliving tonight in my head as I go to sleep. If I'm lucky I'll dream about it." He straightens up and backs away pulling his cock out of my ass as we both sigh, "Aaaaah, mmmm." I stroke my cock and stand up too, asking, "How about after work tomorrow?" Seth makes a face, "It's so tempting, but I need to put in five or six hours of studying tomorrow after work. I've got a strong desire to make it through my college courses on line and the only way that will happen is for me to push myself to do the work, and I'm determined to do that." I mumble, "Very commendable that you have the will power for that," as I give a thought to my willpower and how lacking it is compared to Seth's. But that's being too hard on myself... I got through my freshman year at Merrimack, and with almost a 2.5 GPA. So, I showed will power there even though I don't do as well, willpower-wise, when sex is factored into the equation. We clean up in the bathroom and get dressed. Seth sort of stands there looking at me. He's chewing his lip mulling something over, then says, "It's kind of awkward just leaving after this wonderful evening with you." I say, "It's late, come on and I'll walk down to your car with you." Seth nods his head, picks-up the shopping bag with his sweat shirt and the Polo shirt I gave him, and we walk to his car without talking. At the car Seth looks at me, shrugs and says, "I'm new at this, do we kiss goodbye?" He's so innocent at times. I smile and say, "That's what we'll do. We'll always kiss goodbye after a date." He blushes for some reason, muttering, "A date." I put a hand on each of his shoulders and lean in for a kiss. Seth kisses back, then asks, "Did I make a fool out of myself telling you I love you?" I go, "Not at all, but I don't believe we're in love. I believe we've become very fond of each other and that makes for what I call sweet buddy sex." He says, "Okay, you're experienced and I'll take your word for it, but it feels the closest to love I've felt so far in my life." He hesitates leaving, so for some reason I mumble, "Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow." He grins, "Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet". I ask, "What do ya mean?" He laughs, "That's from Shakespeare's play," and I go, "Oh yeah, I knew that." We both chuckle and do another quick kiss. "It was so much fun tonight, Dylan. Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow." He gets in his car, grins at me and mouths the words, 'I love you,' and he's off. I go up the steps wishing Seth didn't think he was in love with me and at the same time, feeling good he thinks he is. to be continued... 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