Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 17:52:11 -0700 From: Rob Roth Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 70 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 70 by Donny Mumford Earlier Devon came over for a haircut and then surprised the hell out of me by coming right out asking if I'd let him experience what gay sex is like with me. We just had a couple of kisses today, but sometime soon I'm going to let my fellow posse member fuck me. Take that, Ray! Devon left, and then Sonny arrived for his haircut. He didn't get a haircut though, I was the one who got a haircut. So now I'm thinking Ray will be pissed off at Sonny for not getting his haircut, and next weekend John from Wildwood will be pissed off at me for the opposite reason. Before Sonny arrived I had every intention of putting my foot down with him on two things: one, I wasn't getting a haircut until after next weekend, and two, we're not doing the spanking stuff anymore. So what happens... he gave me a haircut and then spanked my ass red, so I need to work on 'putting my foot down'. The thing is, both the haircut and spanking are very sexy to me. The spanking because I lay across Sonny's naked lap, my dick dueling with his longer one, and somehow the way he cuts my hair puts me in one of those dreamy-sexy trances that I like so much, so that's sexy too. Sonny's never ever seriously bossy with me about anything; instead, he jokes around cutely and before I know it he gets his way. I can't really bitch about it because it's actually quite awesome, although I wouldn't mind winning at least one battle. So far it's Sonny-289 to my-zero. He's a trip alright, and cute as a litter of puppies. We're both in the shower at the moment covered with soapy bath gel and grab-assing with each other like nine year olds. He's pulling on my dick, but I've got my hand on his slippery bubble butt ass, and now I get my finger tip up his ass. He lets go of my cock and gets up on his toes, going, "Um, uh, uh, oooh," so I push my finger in as far as I can, and then fuck him with my finger, and of course my dick begins getting hard. I'm stronger than Sonny and easily get him around the chest with my other arm, pulling his back against my chest and holding him in place while I'm still working my finger around in his asshole. He's struggling, but by moving the pad of my finger over his prostate I'm able to settle him down. He stops struggling, getting docile as he grunts out, "That feels awesome, Dylan." My cock's really hard now that it's pressed against his ass, so I pull my finger out and move just my hips back far enough to get the head of my cock against his anus' lips, then press it into him. The water and soapsuds act as a lubricant so the head of my cock slides past his sphincter muscle with only a small hip-hump. Sonny's head comes back on my shoulder with him going, "Aaaah, umm, umm, oooh, that feels even better, Dylan." Both my arms go around his waist to hold him against me as I push my cock up his ass, "Oooooh," from Junior as he struggles a little against me, but I'm aroused now and I won't let go of him. "Wait, Dylan, it hurts!" My boner's only up his rectum about two inches, but I wait. He's not trying to get away, his hands are loosely holding onto my wrists with his head back on my shoulder, calm now, so there's no hurry. The water continues pouring down from the shower head hitting me in the back, as Sonny confesses, "I've been wanting you to fuck me, Dylan. The problem is I like fucking you so much I haven't mentioned you doing it to me." He twists his head to look at me, and seriously says, "This means you love me, you know that, don'cha?" I kiss the side of his face, muttering, "Okay, I love you." He goes, "Don't forget that, I don't want to keep reminding you. Ain't love grand!" "Haha", I say, "As a matter of fact it is," and I only know that, boyfriend-wise, from loving Robby and to a lessor degree, Ryan. No sense in popping Sonny's bubble though by telling him it's those two I love. What's the harm if he thinks we're in love. He goes, "I'm okay now, it's feeling really full up my ass, but in a good way." I hump another two inches of boner in his tight rectum, and he again yells, "Wait!" so we wait another minute or so, with Sonny mumbling, "Oh, I meant to tell you, Devon's been asking me leading questions about you and me. Do you think he knows about us?" I go, "Not from me he doesn't," and Sonny's like, "Not from me either, so he doesn't know. Good." Devon was probably feeling Sonny out trying to work up the nerve to ask me to have sex with him. If he only knew I've had the hot's for him the past two months... heh heh. I ask Sonny, "You ready for a little more of my cock?" He chuckles, then mutters, "I don't imagine there's much left of that little fellow." I chuckle too, muttering, "Yeah, your cock makes mine look kinda small, ya lucky bastard." I almost tell him about Junior's three and a half inch cock, but catch myself, and instead say, "It's not the size of a guy's cock as much as it's the way he uses it." Sonny goes, "Bull crap, it's the size." Maybe it is at that, haha. Then I hump the rest of my boner up his ass and hold my breath because it feels so good I'm worried I'll moan embarrassingly. I finally let out the breath I'm holding and it comes out like a quiet moan, "Mmmmm." Sonny says, "Feels good doesn't it?" I like Sonny's naked body against mine so I give a squeeze, murmuring, "Yeah, it feels real good in your ass and your body feels good in my arms. Great ass ya got here, in case I haven't mentioned that before." Then I withdraw and the buzzing on my cock is amazing, but I manage to breathe loudly instead of moaning the way I'd like to. Sonny's doing quiet grunting so it must still be hurting him a little. I push back in very slowly and withdraw just as slowly, and by the fourth time Sonny relaxes back against me, muttering, "Feels so good, Dylan, mmmm." I begin moving my hips steadily fucking Sonny's ass smoothly now with only the resistance you want from his anus and rectum wall. Good God, the fabulous sensations on my cock, especially the head, are unbelievably wonderful and they get my shoulders doing their familiar shudder. I have no control over that. Sonny lets out a long moan pushing his ass back against my groin, "Oooooh, mmm." There's sexy buzzing and tingling all around my groin and it makes me shudder again picking up the pace of my hip thrust as I'm leaning my head down to kiss and suck Sonny's neck where it meets his shoulder... multitasking. Sonny's breathlessly moaning, "Aah, aah, aah, ooh, oh, oh ,oh," as the fucking gets faster and now I see his hard cock listing to one side and bouncing with each hump up his ass. His wet ass and my belly and groin smacking together continue to make the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of males fucking. The sounds echo off the tile wall in front of me, and mmmm, his slim body against me and my cock fucking his ass are a great combination. After fucking him for quite awhile, with Sonny never ceasing his moans of pleasure, and him laying back against me with his head on my shoulder and the side of his face against the side of my chin, and the water pouring down... it's all awesome and creates a dreamy sexual affair, almost like a fantasy, almost like a trance with constantly brilliant sexy sensations captivating the pleasure sensors in my brain. My hips are moving seemingly on their own, and then my orgasm builds to the points of no return and I fuck his ass even faster with Sonny making those whiny sounds now, the ones he makes before climaxing. He's let go of my wrist with his right hand and begun stroking his cock in unison with my cock thrusting in his rectum. I begin grunting along with Sonny's moan and then there's that crescendo of sexual sensations that are so intense they overwhelm all senses except the sexual ones, and with a squeal I hold my groin against his ass doing tight thrust as cum pumps up from my nuts and out my boner into Sonny's bowels. Sonny does a squeal similar to the one I just made and shoots a weak stream of cum from his hard cock, probably feeling as if it was a strong, long stream. I didn't shoot much cum up his ass either, but it sure felt good. Both our bodies shudder at the same time and then we're done. Two orgasm's in a half hour. Junior might sniff at that like it's no big deal, but I think it is. Ryan can fuck two orgasms out of me in a half hour too. Well, I fucked this one out and Sonny took care of our first ones, so we're working together nicely. I don't want to pull my cock out of his ass, but I have to so I do it slowly as Sonny and I quietly go, "Aaaah, aaah, aah," and then its out. I stroke it a half dozen times, then I take his cock and cover the head of it with the foreskin of mine. Sonny looks at me, asking, "What's this called?" I mumbling, "It's called 'docking' I think," and he says, "It feels good. Let's sew our dicks together like this and go through life tethered at our penises." I mutter, "Good idea, but we'll probably have trouble getting a good job, and how would we pee?" Sonny's like, "Minor details we can work out later." Letting go of his dick, both our flaccid organs flop down and we finish our shower joking about solutions to the peeing and job problems going through life conjoined at the penis. By the time we get out of the shower we've pretty much used up all the hot water from the hot water heater. As we dry ourselves, Sonny says, "Ray's gonna be mad we're late." I shrug, then lie, "He's just gonna dump me unceremoniously anyway, so I'm not real concerned about it. What time are you coming over for your haircut Monday?" He says, "I've got a motorbike rally Monday, but I can be here by the time you get home from work." I go, "Text me before coming over to make sure I'm home." We get dressed, both of us feeling good. There's nothing like two fucks within a half hour to pick up one's spirits. Outside I have a cigarette and Sonny tries one too. I'm beginning to think I'm corrupting eighteen year old boys with sex and cigarettes. First Junior and now Sonny. We sit on the front stoop smoking and talking about Sonny's motorbike, well to be more accurate Sonny's doing the talking. I'm wondering what Robby's doing tonight, and feeling jealous too, which is odd since I just had awesome sex with motorbike boy here next to me. My mind wanders to how I'm going to handle this breakup with Ray. He's going to think I'm mocking him again when I'm not. We had a good stretch of buddy sex, but it's time to move on. Ray's idiosyncrasies aren't entertaining me anymore, sort of like Willie's finally lost their allure too. It seems my tolerance for too much dominant behavior is waning lately as well. A little's okay, but there's generally a shelf life to buddy sex like Ray's and mine, where with lover's sex like Robby and me, that has no use-by date. It's forever like the forever stamps you can buy at Stop & Shop. No matter the price increase for stamps, the forever stamps can still be used. Robby and I paid our dues falling in love and now we're just sorting out some side sex issues until we're ready to use the forever stamp. Yep, but it's Ray's feelings I'm mostly concerned about. He'll be hurt and his ego battered, but we aren't in love so he'll need to just get over it. Yeah, but I want to do this the right way so he doesn't lose face, that's important to him. I don't worry about shit like that because I'm perfectly comfortable in my skin and what others think doesn't bother me when ya gets right down to it. Sure, I get uncomfortable making an ass of myself in public and I never want to eat by myself in a restaurant like some poor soul without friends, but with matters of a sexual nature I'm feeling good about myself and don't feel I'm losing face when a buddy sex partner and me run out of steam for each other. I'm thinking Ray's not like me in that regard and that's why I'm going to fix it so it looks like he dumped me. It's no biggie to me if everyone thinks it's him who dumped me. Hmmm, come to think of it, that was a concern of mine at one point in time. Well, it was a bit of a concern earlier in the summer when I didn't want him to dump me. Must have been a aberration at that point though because now it doesn't bother me at all. Of course it might have something to do with the fact I'm the dumper instead of the dumped, no matter that I'm gonna make it look the opposite. Merely a another technicality. Sonny asks, "Well, do you agree with me or not, Dylan?" I have no idea what he asked me, so I ask, "About the motorbike?" He says, "Yes, that's what I've been talking about for the last five minutes, duh." Standing up and taking a final drag off my cigarette, I mutter, "Sure, I agree completely." He stands, saying, "Good, tell Devon that, okay?" I go, "Absolutely," then ask him, "Do you know how to flick your cigarette butt?" Sonny says, "Like this you mean?" and he flicks it one of the longest flicks I've seen. I'm not following that, so I say, "That's called littering, Sonny boy," as I step on mine and kick it off the step." He goes, "And that isn't littering, I suppose." Giving him a stick of Juicy Fruit gum, I mumble, "Butts are biodegradable, I was just kidding you about littering," as we both drop the gum wrappers on our way to the steps. At the bottom Sonny gets on his motorbike, and says, "Hop on behind me, Dylan, and hold onto me tight. I'll bet you a dollar you have a boner by the time we get to Sunnydales." I get on and get right up against Sonny's hot little body, my junk squished against his ass, then say in his ear, "I'll bet you a dollar I get a boner well before we get to Sunnydales." A kiss on his cheek, and Sonny says, "We're in love. My boyfriend and I are in love." I say, "I'm in love alright, that's true," and Sonny roars away in a jackrabbit start with the front tire coming off the road and the back one squealing and leaving rubber. Holy shit! Riding a motorbike is wicked fun, but a little hairy too. You usually only get the one chance on a bike as the survival rate crashing on a motorbike at sixty miles per hours isn't real high, with or without a helmet. I've rarely seen Sonny wear a helmet which I believe is required by law. We arrive at Sunnydales safely, if a little windblown. Sonny parks the bike and we get off. "How's the boner feeling, Dylan?" I go, "Very nice, thank you for asking." Inside there are no posse boys so we go out back to the miniature golf course and see posse boys on the course. Walking around the fenced-in area we come to bossman, Ray, who's with Maryanne, and their playing partners, Bean, and his girlfriend, Tina. They're waiting for the group in front of them to finish playing the same hole they're on. Two holes behind them are Manny and Mark, with Devon and Annie playing the fourth green. Bean sees us and comes over to say, "Hey, how ya doing, Dylan? Hi, Sonny, you staying out of trouble?" I go, "Yo, Theodore, wassup?" and he's like, "Nobody calls me that except the teachers at school." Potty mouth Maryanne comes over to the fence now, and says, "Well, if it ain't Ray's fucking boyfriend. Nice fucking tan ya got there too, good looking! Did ya miss Ray?" Sonny mutters, "What am I, invisible, Maryanne?" She says, "How they hanging, pipsqueak?" Ray calls over, "We're up now! Come on over here and putt," then he points to Sonny and me, saying, "Don't you two leave until I've talked to you both. Wait inside Sunnydales, don't lurk around out here gawking at us." Well that makes it easier to dump him, and now maybe I won't make it look like he dumped me after all. Sonny and I walk back to Sunnydales with Sonny saying, "We're an hour late, but so what? They have an even number of players." I go, "Fuck 'em, lets get a cone." Inside we both gets ice cream cones and sit at a table. Sonny licks his chocolate/marshmallow ice cream, then says, "Sometimes Ray pisses me off, who the fuck does he think he is talking to us like that?" I'm like, "Oh, he pisses you off, huh?Does that mean you're not going to do what he said. You're not going to wait in here until he's ready to talk to us." Sonny frowns, taking another lick, then mutters, "Well, yeah I'm gonna do what he said," so I wanna know, "Why are you going to do what he said if he pisses you off?" Sonny shrugs, "It's habit I guess. I'm so use to Ray being the leader of the pack I don't know how to do anything except what he says." I mimic his shrug, then go, "Let me have a lick of that," and I hold my cone over to Sonny, so we switch cones. It's sexy licking where he just licked. After taking a few licks, I say, "This is pretty good, Sonny. How do you like mine?" I have cherry vanilla with whole bing cherries. We switch back, as Sonny says, "It's friggin' delicious, all the ice cream here is awesome. Ya wanna hear something funny, I liked licking where you licked." I go, "Huh, that's weird," and we switch cones back and forth until they're all gone. While doing that I asked Sonny about his other friends, and he does have some. The motorbike kid for one, but most of his other friends are from school and they don't live close by. Framingham's a huge town and pretty spread out, and anyway Sonny tells me he thinks it's cool being in Ray's posse with his big brother. He says big brother although Devon's less than a year older then Sonny. Sonny's only a junior posse member because when they were younger kids he didn't hang out with the posse boys, so he's late to the party. Apparently he needs to be a junior member in good standing for two consecutive years to be a full fledged posse boy. Oh brother, guess I'm not going to make that requirement. We go out front for a cigarette. Out front because Ray doesn't want us out back where the miniature golf course is. Maybe I'm getting used to taking orders from Ray myself since, like Sonny, I'm doing what he said. I could lie to myself and say I'm just following Ray's orders to keep Sonny from getting in trouble, but the truth is I don't want to get kicked out of the posse. I don't want to be Ray's boyfriend anymore, but I like the posse boys. Maybe I can't have one without the other, but we'll see about that because I'm definitely breaking up with him tonight. An hour after we arrived, Sonny and I are still inside Sunnydales sitting at a table. To pass the time we're critiquing the looks of the guys we see getting ice cream or are just walking through to the miniature golf course. We have very similar tastes in boys it seems. I'm giving Sonny my view of a shaggy haired lad when Ray's foursome comes in, finished their golf. Ray says something to them, then Bean and the two girls get in line for ice cream while Ray comes over to sit at the table with Sonny and me. He doesn't seem pissed-off so much as uncomfortable, so maybe he's having second thoughts about giving me any shit about being late. He's told me in the past he never expects to have a boyfriend as cute as me again, but then he's always been free with compliments for Maryanne and me. First thing he asks is, "Sonny, why didn't you get a haircut like I told ya, like your brother did, and Dylan too?" Sonny, for the first time since I've known him seems intimidated. He goes, "I'm getting my haircut Monday, I promise, Ray. Sorry I didn't get it tonight, I was helping my friend with his motorbike, didn't Devon tell you?" Ray goes, "He mentioned something about it. You've made arrangements to get your hair cut, so good, and helping a friend is one of the only excuses I'll accept when you don't do what I tell ya. Um, would you excuse us for a minute, Sonny, I need to talk to Dylan alone." Sonny says, "Oh, of course, Ray, and thanks for understanding." Sonny stands, saying, "Um, I'll be over there someplace," pointing randomly. Ray smiles at him, pats his ass, saying, "Thanks, Sonny." Sonny walks away and Ray reaches over and pats my hand, then holds it for a minute and I'm thinking it's going to be hard dumping him because he's gotten very attached to me, but I'm gonna do it. I have resolve. Ray lets go of my hand, and nodding his head at Sonny, who's talking to Bean now, Ray says, "He's a great kid, don't ya think? He's a little immature maybe, but basically a good kid." I shrug as Ray takes a deep breath, and I'm thinking he better not be getting ready for one of his lectures because I'm not in the mood. He goes, "Um, well, you didn't really keep in touch with me much when on your vacation, did ya? Having too good of a time, huh?" I say, "It was good, yeah, but I need to talk to you about something that's been on my mind lately, Ray. It's kind of awkward..." He cuts me off, "I was talking, Dylan. How was your vacation?" I go, "It was good, like I said, but what I wanted to say..." and Ray cuts me off again. "Did you forget who's the guy in our relationship? I talk first and then it's your turn. I've had something on my mind too, Dylan, and it's this. I'm sorry, but you and I aren't working out as well as I hoped, so I'm breaking up with you, but it doesn't mean we can't be friends, I hope we will be. Frankly you're a better junior posse member than you are a boyfriend. Everyone likes you, well, Maryanne's jealous of you, but she won't be now. I've tried to hint how you could be a better boyfriend to me, but you don't pay attention, and you have another boyfriend anyway so I expected this to end painfully for you at some point right from the start. It was pretty much inevitable that I was going to have to dump you sooner or later, but I thought when you got to know me better you might give up your relationship with Dickers, and that might have made it possible for you to still be my boyfriend. It didn't work out though and, like I said, it was probably doomed from the start. I'm not saying you didn't try to please me, I'm saying you didn't try hard enough. I'm sorry, Dylan. Now, what did you have to tell me?" I'm staring at him like I can't believe my eyes, er, my ears. Ray reaches over and holds my hand again, comforting me, "I'm sorry, baby, really I am, I hate doing this, but it isn't working for me. You're too much of a free spirit. I tried to bring you down to earth, but when I humble you one night it's like you weren't even paying attention to me and then you're the same way you always are the next time I take you on a date. You hardly ever text or email me, never-mind calling me. Maryanne is always bugging me, but I sure know she's thinking of me all the time. You understand, don't you?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I understand that you're dumping me for no good reason. I agreed with you about me basically mocking you the last couple of years and I apologized. I didn't complain when you smacked my ass like you were beating a drum and..." He tightens his hold on my hand, going, "Shhh, calm down. Don't make a scene. Lets break up without name calling or hard feelings. Lots of teen go together and then break up, and if you're worried I won't ever do a little buddy sex with you, it's not like that. I just can't fuck you on a regular basis, or very often, but once in awhile it'll work out for you, I promise. You want to stay in my posse, don't you?" I mutter, "Yeah, I guess," and he says, "Great, I want you to. Like I said, everyone likes you and we all love the free haircuts. The boys don't like that I make them get burr haircuts, but it's made us a tighter team and they do what they're told. I'm glad you got your haircut like I ordered, but I must say you give better haircuts than your own barber. Oh, can I come over for a haircut before the softball game tomorrow? I need to lead by example." Is he for real? What a set of nuts on this kid! He dumps me and without missing a beat he tells me he needs me to give him a haircut tomorrow. Ballsy! I slowly nod my head, then ask, "Um, what time? We have a family brunch on Sundays around eleven to twelve." He says, "Well lets see, the softball game starts at three, so how about one-thirty?" I'm like, "Sure, Ray," because I want to stay in the posse. He says, "Everyone gets a duplicate of Devon's haircut, that's perfect." Then to be a smart ass, I go, "Guess you want a fresh haircut for your date Sunday night too," and he says, "Yeah, how'd you know? It isn't with Maryann though, tonight was her date night. This guy I go to school with has had the hot's for me for a while now, so I'm giving him a chance." Jesus! Big balls doesn't do this justice, but I can tell he's not bragging, in his mind he's merely stating a simple fact . He's being very off hand about it, adding, "This will be our first official date. He can't compare with you, Dylan, as far as looks go, but I'm thinking he'll know how to treat his boyfriend, where you obviously don't. Actually he was thrilled I called him, he got all tongue-tied and excited. heh heh heh. That guy's got a great ass on him too, kind of a chunky kid but I know his ass is awesome because I fucked him a few times over the years while trying to decide if I was bisexual. Don't be jealous, but I'm really looking forward to a real date with him. He's always kind of sucked up to me, if you know what I mean." I say, "No, I don't know what you mean." Ray doesn't pick up on 'attitude', he assumes I'm interested. He says, "You know, the way Bean's always sucking up to me, except Bean doesn't want me to fuck him... haha. Are you okay now?" I say, "Yeah, Ray, I'm okay." He says, "No sense in making a melodrama out of my dumping you. I always say exactly what's on my mind. As far as I'm concerned no hard feelings for past bad behavior from you to me. It's water over the bridge now." I say, "I believe that's 'water under the bridge', not over." He frowns, "Huh? Whatever," and he waves the guys over. Devon, Annie, Manny and his girl friend, join Bean, Tina, Sonny, and Maryanne as they all troop over and either sit or stand around the table. Ray say, "Just want to bring everyone up to date. I've decided to," then he glances at me, then back to look at everyone else, saying,"That is, Dylan and I have decided to break up. No drama, just a mature understanding that it's best we split up. Dylan is still a junior posse member though, so nothing changes there. You guys needing the burr haircut like Devon's, make arrangements with Dylan now." The first person I look at when Ray makes the announcement is Maryanne and she's beaming, and then smirking at me. Ray and Maryanne walk off together talking and the other guys and me do the posse greeting, with Devon exaggerating his normal cheek rub and then his recently added crotch bump. The posse boys all pat my shoulder and give me condolences, most of which are along the lines of, 'I'm sorry Ray dumped you, Dylan... tough one.' Except Devon, who whispers to me, "You've always been too good for Ray anyway, Dylan. I told you that two months ago." Then everyone makes haircut appointments and I tell each one to text me ahead of time because I can't remember all the days and times. I asked Bean, "Where's Dawg?" and Bean goes, "It's his mother's birthday so the family went out to dinner tonight. He wants to come over with me when I get my haircut so it'll be both of us. Like I told ya, tough luck getting dumped, Dylan, but I'm really glad you're sticking with us posse boys." I mutter, "Thanks, Theodore," and he ruffled my hair, mumbling, "Theodore, my ass." Everyone sticks around bull shitting each other and doing a little grab ass, then Maryann gets hold of my arm and we step away from the group. She says, "Better you than me, Dylan. I was jealous of you because you're bitchin' better looking than me, but his new asshole boyfriend to be ain't, which is how it should be." I say, "Well, good luck with that, but I'd think the way it should be, from your perspective, is Ray and you without Ray fucking some guy on the side." She looks confused, "Whaddaya fuckin' mean, I don't get your point." Ray calls, "Maryann, get over here," so I don't get to try explaining the obvious to her. Oh man, her mustache isn't getting any better. You'd think she'd at least dye it so it's lighter and isn't so noticeable. We've been here over two hours by the time Sonny asks, "You ready to leave, Dylan?" I say, "Sure, little buddy, lets hit the road." We walk around doing the posse goodbye with Devon sneaking a kiss on my cheek, muttering, "I can't wait for my next haircut," and I say, "Then don't. Text me and we'll get together," and then we're finally ready to leave. As we walk out, Devon's girlfriend, Annie, comes out of the lady's room drying her hands on a paper towel. She says, "Wait a second, Dylan," then drops the paper towel in a trash dispenser and gives me a kiss on the cheek, saying, "Damn, no more double dates with you. I'll miss that." Smiling, I go, "Yeah, well maybe when you dump Devon I'll ask you out and we'll go on a single date together." She laughs, "Wait right here and I'll go over and dump him now." Sonny goes, "Annie!" and she says, "Just kidding, Sonny." That made me feel a little bad because Annie's always been sweet to me and me and Devon will be having sex together in the near future. I wish I hadn't bumped into Annie. We're outside where Sonny asks, "What's wrong, Dylan?" Forcing a grin, I go, "Nothing, hot shot, I'm good. Let's go." On the motor bike I'm hugging Sonny's awesome body extra tight as he drives like a daredevil, but his daredevil driving is not why I'm hugging him. It for comfort because, despite all evidence and common sense to the contrary, I do feel hurt about being dumped by Ray. Isn't that odd? It was so unexpected. The fact is, I should be glad he dumped me because it saved me the trouble of stammering through my reasons for dumping him. I should be glad, but I find I'm not if I'm honest with myself. It's weird, but like Sonny, I find Ray a little intimidating. He used to be a harmless clown nagging me for sex and somehow after being his boyfriend and listening to his convoluted logic for a couple of months, and discovering his status with the posse boys, he all of a sudden intimidate me and I don't know why the hell that is. Something to do with his personality now that I've gotten to know him. He isn't afraid of anything and he'll come right out with whatever's on his mind no matter if it hurts your feelings or not. Talk about transparency! He dumped me without fanfare... it was simply, 'Dylan I'm dumping you'. That's it, and he'd suspend or exile me from the posse just as easily as he dumped me. Yeah, I see why he cowers us posse boys, if we don't stay in line we're out the door and that makes me want to stay in his posse even more, the prick. And yet, I can see he's also very considerate at times and I've heard the stories of how he's generous with his time and money to the posse boys, who all look up to him with admiration. He's awfully good with sex too and I'm getting a stiff dick thinking about that. Goddammit, I almost feel like calling and trying to get him to take me back as his boyfriend. Okay, my ego has taken another hit, and that's for damn sure. Where Ray is concerned it's like I want what I can't have, but when I had it, I didn't value it, and was eager to dump him. He beat me to it, so now what? Am I going to switch places and be the clown nagging him for sex? I'll jump off a bridge first. Sonny negotiates us to my condo safely. I get off and rub Sonny's head, saying, "Thanks for the ride, hotshot, and be careful driving home." He puts his hand on top of my hand, the one that's rubbing his head, and asks, "How'd you know Ray was dumping you?" I shrug, "I actually didn't expect it at all. Can you keep a secret?" He pulls my hand off his head and holds it between both of his, saying, "You and me are one big secret already, so yeah I can keep a secret." I go, "Well, I was going to dump, Ray, and make it look like he dumped me so he wouldn't lose face, but he dumped me for real before I got a chance to dump him. I was shocked, Sonny." He asks, "We're you gonna dump him because of me?" I think about that for a second, "Partially, Sonny, yeah, but mostly I wasn't feeling it for Ray anymore so I didn't want to carry on the charade any longer." He says, "You're a good guy, Dylan, not wanting to embarrass Ray. I'll bet he wasn't diplomatic about dumping you though." I go, "No, he was Ray, straight forward, but then when he told you guys he made it seem like it was a mutual agreement between both of us." Sonny goes, "No he didn't, he started out with 'I've decided to,' then changed it, but by then we knew he meant he's the one who decided. I'll bet not one of the posse boys asked why you and Ray decided to split up, they all knew you were dumped." I'm like, "Yeah, I guess you're right because they all sort of offered condolences." He goes, "We know Ray and it was obvious he dumped you. I'm glad for myself that he did, and I guess your glad too since you wanted out of the relationship, right?" I mumble, "It still hurts getting dumped, Sonny, so ya know I don't feel great." He says, "All kidding aside, I really am falling in love with you. Just so you know, someone thinks you're awesome even if Ray doesn't. Devon told me weeks ago that you're too good for Ray, he doesn't deserve to have a boyfriend as special as you. All the posse boys say we have the smartest Framingham kid in our posse, that person being Manny, and the best looking, meaning you, plus the best barber, also you. Just so ya know." I'm grinning at him because he trying to cheer me up. "Thanks, Sonny, but you're the best looking kid in Framingham, not me." He says, "That's bull, and you know it," and as he's getting off the motorbike bringing the kickstand down, he adds, "We gotta do the posse goodbye," which we do. Sonny asks, "Can I have a kiss goodbye?" With my hand behind his head we have a ten second kiss exchanging saliva. We move our heads apart and Sonny feels between my legs, bumping into my firm cock, grins at me, and says, "I still got it, don't I, Dylan?" I go, "You're hot, Sonny, absolutely," and I kiss him again, asking, "Ya wanna sleep naked with me tonight in my little twin bed?" He says, "Yeah, I do, but I can't. See you at the softball game tomorrow, and then around five o'clock Monday for my ridiculously short haircut. Love ya," and he roars off looking cool. Huh, I really like that kid. I go into my bathroom for a quick shower and then hop in bed and lay there thinking about Ray, who basically rejected me. It pisses me off, but why? Is it because I agree with Devon that I'm too good for Ray and yet he still dumped me. Is that why I'm pissed off. No, for one thing I don't think I'm too good for anyone. It's just that I've never been dumped before, I guess that's what I'm pissed off about. Damn that Ray! In a strange way though I think I respect him more now that he's dumped me then before. He's certainly his own person and it must be nice not giving a shit what anyone else thinks. Well, he cares what others think, but he marches to his own drummer anyway. I liked the confident, almost oblivious way he goes about things. The way he fucks me is way hot too. I need to think about something else though, so I think about Robby and get jealous knowing he had sex with some kid, maybe Travis, tonight. Then the next thing I know someone is tickling my nose with something. Opening my eyes I see it's Chubby, of course. "Lets go buy food for brunch, bro," as he pulls the covers off me. "Hey," I go, "What if I was sprouting wood? I'd be embarrassed having you see my erected penis." Chubby chuckles, muttering, "Or maybe you wouldn't be. Maybe you'd parade around your bedroom showing it off in the flesh" As I get out of bed, saying, "I'm basically shy, I'd never do that," and he laughs, then hugs me asking, "Where's my hello kiss?" I kiss him on the lips, mumbling, "Hello." Chubby doesn't follow me into my bathroom like I would do to him if I woke him up. As I do my bathroom necessities, he yells in, "I heard a joke last night," and I yell back, "Lets hear it." Chubby comes over, saying, "I better not yell it in case your mom's awake," and with a mouthful of toothpaste, I ask, "What time is it?" He goes, "It's a little after nine, why?" I go, "No way mom's up this early on a Sunday. What's the joke?" He says, "An old guy in a nursing home gets a bottle of wine and then talks the old lady from the next room into sharing it with him. After they both get shit-faced he starts groping the old girl and pulling clumsily at her clothes. He manages to get her blouse and bra off before she stops him, and says, 'I can't do this, I have acute angina.' The old guy mutters, "Well thank God for that because you've got the ugliest tits I've seen.'" I frown at him, so he makes a face, and goes, "A cute vagina, acute angina," and I spit toothpaste specks all over the mirror. "Yeah, I get it," as he shakes his head, mumbling, "If I gotta explain 'em it sorta takes the fun out of telling the fucking joke." It's a nice day and I'm feeling good as we skip down the steps to the Jeep. While I'm driving us to Stop & Shop we decide on the brunch menu: fresh fruit bowl, fresh squeezed orange juice, home fries, bacon, and blueberry pancakes. Chubby says, "A traditional breakfast without much originality, but it's been a grueling vacation week so so it's understandable we're a little unimaginative with this brunch." I ask, "How'd the family reunion work out for you last night?" He puffs out his cheeks and lets the air out slowly, "Where do I start? That's one big ass family MJ's got with lots of aunts and uncles who all procreated in excess. I almost had a fistfight with one of MJ's cousins." I ask, "Oh, what was her name... the cousin you almost got into it with?" and Chubby laughs, "It was a guy, not a girl. Elvis is his name, if you can believe that." I go, "Is he out of puberty yet?" Chubby punches my arm, "He's eighteen with a potty mouth that would make MJ blush. I told Elvis to save his jive shit for someone who might appreciate it, and then told him to get the fuck out of my face." I go, "That was fairly diplomatic. He took exception to it?" Chubby's like, "Yeah, so he starts that, 'Who's gonna make me', shit." I ask Chubby, "Did you put a stick on your shoulder and dare him to knock it off?" He's like, "No, there wasn't a stick available or I naturally would have. What I did instead was scratch a mark in the driveway and dared him to cross it." I'm chuckling, and Chubby goes, "Haha, no I didn't do that either. MJ told him to get the fuck away from us or she'd tie his little dick in a knot." "Hee hee," I say, "Oh, one of our favorite threats. If it come down to that, can I be the one tying his dick?" Chubby's in a good mood, "Actually, later we discovered Elvis had not left the building after all, instead he was puking up beer in the hall powder room and making quite a bit of noise doing it too." As I drive he regales me with other tidbits of MJ's family reunion, forty-some strangers. Strangers from Chubby's point of view. MJ's mother got hammered drinking whiskey sours and insisted Chubby fast dance with her, which I would have loved to have seen for a number of reasons. She's a heavy set woman, taller than Chubby, and he can't dance to start with, although he thinks he can and he really goes at it. Chubby states "Hefty MJ's mother, staggering because of all that booze in her system, was spurting out little farts as she moved her fat ass. Little fart spurts, one after another as she danced." Chubby says it sounded a little like a low-powered motor boat engine and he finally got to laughing hysterically, so she did too. I go, "Yeah, sounds like fun. You'll probably be her favorite son-in-law now, and every reunion for years and years the fart dance will be told and retold over and over. It'll endear you to her." Chubby's laughing as I pull into the Stop & Shop parking lot. We get out of the Jeep with me checking people out as we walk to the store. I love doing stuff with Chubby, but we don't do nearly the stuff together we used to. Inside the store the first thing I see is something extremely disturbing to me. I grab Chubby's arm, and say, "Check out the bald guy with the bad comb-over. Jesus, he's got a head like a pumpkin and the part in his hair is only an inch above his ear. The hairs must be eighteen inches long going across his bald head to his ear on the other side." Chubby says, "I forbid you to look at people! They upset you too much." I go, "But, look at that!" Chubby grabs a basket and pulls me away from the pumpkin head man with the bad comb-over. I'm muttering, "That's the worse one I've ever seen," and Chubby goes, "Dylan! Let it go, bro! Look for cute guys instead, okay? That'll keep you out of trouble." We decide on sausages instead of bacon because sausages just go better with pancakes somehow. Bacon's best with eggs, everyone knows that. After getting the pancake mix and the sausages we're in the produce section choosing blueberries and oranges, then our mixed fruit items: red and green seedless grapes, a Gala apple that we'll cut in bite size chunks, same for a plum, watermelon slice, strawberries, and bananas. "That enough fruit, Dylan," Chubby informs me as I stare, dumbfounded, at an ultra sexy kid. His black hair is cut in an unusual manner. It's a regular length, except in front where his hair is parted in the middle and a long strand of hair hangs down on either side of his head, covering his sideburns. The hair reaches his chin on both sides framing his awesome face. This kid is exotic looking with a very pale complexion and very full, dark red lips. Big dark eyes with narrow eyebrows, which I prefer. I have narrow eyebrows too, blond ones. His are black, very black and if he was wearing a black cape he'd be perfect for the role of a teenage Dracula, an extraordinarily sexy one. On the other hand, the expression on his face is innocent, so in a different costume he could also play the part of a sweet choirboy, an extremely sexy choirboy. A contradiction perhaps, but there it is. He's my height with a very slim body and he's wearing rather short, dark blue shorts displaying long well shaped legs with some dark hairs on his calves. His legs are almost too thin, but aren't... they're just right for his narrow body. Narrow, but not skinny. His sleeveless t-shirt shows all of his hairless arms with nice biceps, and below his elbows his arms taper down to thin wrists. The left one has a too-big wristwatch buckled around it making his wrist look almost delicate and too fragile for such a large timepiece. As he stands there he's smelling the back of his wrist, the one without the watch, and he's been doing that since I began staring at him. Kind of a weird thing to do. The red-haired woman he's standing next to holds a cantaloupe up to the lad and he stops smelling the back of his wrist and smells the cantaloupe instead. He says something and she puts it in her shopping cart and begins feeling plums. Apparently she's his mother. As with the cantaloupes, she's now making a major project out of selecting the perfect plums. She's not pale, dark haired, and full-lipped like the kid. She's stocky, red-haired, and freckled, so maybe she's not his mother. Hmmm, young Dracula is again enjoying the smell of the back of his wrist. It's probably a childhood habit, like someone who bites their nails. Or, maybe he gets aroused by his own scent. He's probably too young for me, but while Chubby waits his turn in the deli section I decide to see if I can get up close and personal with Dracula boy. Chubby's getting cold cuts for our lunch to take to work tomorrow. I drift over to the sexy kid for a closer look, and who knows, maybe I'll get to smell the back of his wrist. I'm getting much ballsier than I used to be about this sort of thing. One gains confidence from having past successes, ya know. Experience is a big part of life. I might as well try my fake recognition bit, so I walk right up to him with an awesome smile on my face, get my arm across his shoulders giving a squeeze, asking, "Do you remember me, Danny? I'm your brother's roommate at prep school. I met you at the orientation meeting last fall." His eyes open wide, then he politely says, "Oh, I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else. I don't have a brother." Looking shocked, I'm like, "You're not Danny Thorton?" He shakes his head, and I know why he's smelling his wrist... oh my God, what a sexy natural scent on this kid. My arm's still across his shoulders and he seems quite comfortable with that. So, making no sense at all, I go, "Then you didn't graduate high school last year?" He shakes his head and, acting a little shy, says, "Um, no, I mean yeah I did, from Saint John prep. Maybe you saw me there, but I don't have a brother. I'm going to be a college freshman at Merrimack college in the fall." Can I believe my ears? Taking my arm from his shoulder, I tell him the obvious that that's where I go to college, and his puffy sexy lips smile sweetly as he offers his hand, and says, "Hi, I'm Dougie Hamilton, nice to meet you." I shake his hand telling him my name. He apologizes in advance for being forward, then he asks if he could impose on me to help him get acquainted with the campus in a few weeks. Hmmm, ya think?! I of course tell him I'd be glad to and we exchange cell phone numbers. Then I say, "Let me check something out, Dougie, if you don't mind," and take his hand, lift it and smell the back of his wrist. My pecker immediately goes to full alert status. He isn't flummoxed in the least by me smelling the back of his thin wrist, he's merely looking at me quizzically. His arm's limp as I hold his hand. In fact he grins at me, so by way of explanation, I say, "I noticed your habit of smelling the back of your wrist, that's what my roommate did too. What a coincidence, huh." I'm racking-up a number of little white lies here, but I don't run into someone like this kid except maybe once a year, if I'm real lucky. He says, "Yeah, it's a habit, sometimes I lick my wrist and rub my nose against it and inhaling. It's kind of sexy." Hmmm, I almost ask him to do that, but he says, "I like how you smell too, Dylan, haha," and he blushes a dark red. I can almost feel the heat coming off his face. I smell the back of his wrist again, saying, "I like how you smell too," and let go of his hand. He says, "You're, um, like the, ah, you know, cutest guy I've ever seen, and you smell good to me just like I smell good to you." I blush a little myself, and mutter, "Imagine that." Dougie gives me another awesome grin, then reaches up to gently touch my hair, and quietly says, "I think you should let your hair grow longer, Dylan, it's beautiful." Adjusting my junk as inconspicuously as possible, I mumble, "Thanks, so is your's? What do you call that, um, hairstyle of yours?" He shrugs, "I don't know what to call it. What hair style I should have." I go, "I'll straighten you out with that on campus." He nods his head, "Thanks, I want to fit in, you know. Um, I'm usually real shy, but I feel relaxed with you. It's weird." I go, "Every one says that, but not the part about it being weird." He blushes again, "I didn't mean you're weird." Going all in, I say, "Well, like you, I used to be shy myself, and my boyfriend still is somewhat shy." His eyes get big, "Oh," he says, and then smells the back of his wrist again. His mother turns around with a plastic bag of plums. She gives me a smile as Dougie explains about the coincidence of me being a sophomore at Merrimack and how I thought he was my roommate's brother. She's very friendly and we chat a bit, then Chubby calls, "Lets go, Dylan," and I tell Dougie and his mom, "That's my brother," she says, "So nice meeting you, Dylan, and it's nice Douglas will have someone he knows at college." Dougie says, "Yes, thank you, Dylan, I'll call you." I smile and back away. Holy shit, the best trip to this Stop & Shop I've ever had? Well, I met Elliot here some years ago, but since then this is definitely tops. We've got everything we need so we check out at a register. I pick the one with an interesting looking teen ringing up our purchases, as Chubby chuckles nodding his head. He knows I picked this register because of the kid ringing up groceries. I've seen the kid in here before. Like Dougie, this kid is very slim, my height with black hair, but his head's almost shaved. Just bristly stubble where the barber probably used a number one blade on his clippers. Nice looking face, but the most prominent feature on his face is an unfortunate one... I'm referring to his eyebrows. Unlike Dougie and me, this kid has the widest, thickest black eyebrows I've ever seen on anyone. He must hate them, but what can he do. Well, I'd look into an electrolyses myself. Checkout boy's name tag informs me he's Alex, so I say, "Hey, Alex, I'm thinking about applying for a job here, what do they pay per hour?" He smiles, glancing up at me, "Well, you won't get rich, that's for sure. I get $7.35 an hour." I go, "Huh," but don't tell him I'm getting $8.50 an hour in the North Andover Stop & Shop. Probably I make more because I've been working for Stop & Shop on and off for three years now. I won't mention that and I'm not going to embarrass Alex by mentioning his eyebrows either, but someone should. The bagger is a retired old guy, who say, "Have a good one," when he hands us our bagged groceries. As we walk out I get a fleeting glance of Dougie pushing the shopping cart, and then we're out of the store. Driving back to the condo I find myself behind a Q-tip, which is my name for little white-hair grannies hunched over the steering wheel driving under the speed limit. She has her right turn signal blinking as she slowing makes a left hand turn, almost coming to a full stop in the process so I lay on the horn cursing under my breath. Granny flashes me her middle finger, pumping her hand out the window, her face red as she yells curse words at me which gets Chubby and me laughing our asses off. Back in my condo we're still giggling about potty mouth granny as we prep as much of the brunch as we can, and then go out on the balcony to wait for the moms to magically appear for brunch. On the balcony Chubby and I reminisce our Wildwood vacation highlights, while drinking coffees and sharing a cigarette. Vacations are awesome, but it's always nice to get home too. Familiarity is comforting. Then Robby calls my cell seemingly excited about talking with me. He's about to leave for Worcester with his dad to purchase equipment for next summer that will replace old equipment they've been using for the past ten years. He's excited about our date tonight too, saying he wants to take me out to dinner. When we're done our conversation I again think about how nice familiarity is. Can't wait to see Robby. The moms finally gather in their bathrobes, bustling with happy good cheer, so all is right with the world. Chubby and I finish cooking brunch and everyone enjoys it as we all talk about, what else, our vacation. Nice. When everything is cleaned up the moms go out on the balcony to gossip and sneak a cigarette with their second cup of coffee. Later they'll start their routine of getting shower'd, shampooed, dressed and made-up, which will take an hour and a half at least. Chubby and I saunter up to Chubby's condo so we can do exactly what the moms are doing, although without the coffees. A little later, Chubby loses a coin flip between us, so he'll be taking the Jeep, then the mom's Volvo, to the service station for necessary annual inspection stickers and I'll be waiting for Ray to show up for his haircut. Then there's the softball game later this afternoon. I'm interested in how both of those things play out considering Ray dumped me last night... award maybe. For now though it's Chubby and me smoking on the balcony. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax-deductible donation to Nifty, a nonprofit organization, to help with the expenses of maintaining this huge story site that offers something for everyone. Thank you.