Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 11:54:14 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 85 ready DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 85 by Donny Mumford Laying on my side hugging a pillow, I open my eyes and look straight ahead at a window air conditioning unit. Where the fuck am I? Closing my eyes I go back to sleep, needing the sleep more than caring where I am. The next time I open my eyes I'm on my back looking up into the pretty green eyes of Cory Dunlevy, are his eyes hazel? He smiles, saying, "It's five-thirty. How do you feel?" My mind's going a mile a minute until it latches onto this morning and then drifts backwards to the debacle in New York City. I say, "I'm good, Cory, thanks to you. You're a life saver and I'm serious about that." He shakes his head, quietly saying, "I didn't do much, but if it's helped you I'm glad, especially after all you've done for me." It's my turn to shake my head, "I haven't done anything for you except be your friend, and now I've been saved by that friend. Is this your bed?" He nods his head acting a little shy now, which is so Cory and kinda cute. I ask, "What's your mom say about me being here?" He sits on the bed with his hand on my leg looking at me. Tilting his head, he says, "You're very good looking. Oh, um, mom doesn't know you're here. She had breakfast at the pancake house with her friend after church, then she came home to change clothes and then went right back to the church to help with tonight's pot luck dinner." I mutter, "Pot luck dinner, huh," not sure what that is. He says, "I told her I'd be helping a friend this afternoon. Anyway, I know she wouldn't mind you sleeping in my bed, but if I told her she'd be all concerned about you. You know how moms are. And, I wanted you all to myself I guess. If she knew you were here she wouldn't ask why because she'd just be happy I have a friend." I smile, "You have friends, Cory." He goes, "Not really, except for you, and Connor now too. We've emailed since he went away, but while having a friend in the Army is nice, I don't get to see much of him." To get off the touchy subject of Cory's friends or lack there of, I ask, "How's it been at Stop & Shop this summer?" He says, "It'll be better when you're back working part time, but it's okay. I submitted an application for part time work in your name. I wanted your application to be the first one they get from Merrimack. Oh, and I got a fifty cent an hour wage hike, whoop-de-doo." I shrug, "That's so nice of you to put the application in for me, Cory. And your fifty cent an hour raise amounts to twenty bucks more a week, thats nothing to make fun of." He sucks on his lips, then says, "I hugged you for an hour when you first got in bed. You went right to sleep. It was nice hugging you and it reminded me of that awesome time, you know, the time I slept in your bed after the going away party for Conner and Dodger. Do you remember that?" Ha ha, do I remember that? Jeez. I nod my head, but now I'm wondering if he's referring to us kissing, which we did a number of times. Because of the kissing and hugging, the next day he wanted to know if I thought he was gay and I told him only he knows that. I'm not bringing any of that up though because it might embarrass him. Chubby can pull off that kind of thing making it all seem okay and funny, but I don't have his knack for that. We look at each other grinning. He asks, "What do you want to do?" I say, "Buy you dinner and then go bowling. The dinner's a partial thank you for saving me, and the bowling is to partially cover up a lie I told people I love." He nods his head as if that makes perfect sense, although there's no way it could made sense to him. He leans down, and says, "Maybe we should do what we do every time we sleep over each other's house." Since that's only occurred one time in our lives before this, he must be referring to us kissing. I say, "It's traditional, as you say," and reach up to put my hand behind his head, my fingers in his hair. Looking scared, he slowly lowers his head to mine and our lips meet. Cory's kissing like he did the first time with me, like you might kiss your mom. I'm a tad more experienced though and I showed Cory a few ideas about kissing last time. He's smart so he picks it up pretty quickly and he obviously remembers the kissing lesson because we have a damn nice kiss by the time we're done with it. Oh, and during the kiss Cory's laid his body on mine, and now that the kiss is over he lays on me with the side of his face against mine and his arms around me. It's kinda awkward. To break the silence, I rub his hair, asking, "Cory, when was the last time you had a haircut?" He lifts his head, and says, "The last time you gave me one. You gave Connor and me identical flattops, remember? Now I'll only go to you for haircuts. I told you that after my haircut, but you probably didn't believe me." I go, "No, of course I believed you. I mean, what person in their right mind would go to another barber after I've cut their hair." We both chuckle, which sort of relaxes the uneasiness I was sensing from Cory after our wet kiss. Well, to be honest, his open display of affection has made me a little tense myself. I remember how stiff his body got in my bed when I first gave him a hug. He relaxed pretty quickly though, and it makes me smile thinking how we slept in each others arms. With a hand on either side of me, he lifts himself off me and then, with his face over mine, he says, "I got a boner from your kiss, does that mean anything?" I bite the inside of my cheek, then ask, "What's a boner?" He makes a funny face and hops off the bed, asking, "Would you like to take a shower?" I say, "Yes, I would," and he goes, "Good! I just spent an hour cleaning the bathroom for you and laying out our newest towels, and a new bar of soap, and I've picked out my best clothes for you to wear after the shower." Fuck, he's breaking my heart here. I get out of bed and hug him, then kiss him a slow kiss on the lips as his body melds into mine, and a quiet, "Mmmmm," comes from him with his arms hugging me tightly. This time I feel his boner... it's against my thigh. Feeling another guy's boner usually causes a boner on me, but it doesn't now. That's because Cory's too sweet and innocent. Yeah that, plus I have this thought in my mind that I must not take advantage of him. This is a very curious way to end my very curious adventure in New York City. Cory says, "I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you, Dylan. I guess you could say I'm gay for you." I mumble, "I'm flattered, Cory. I think you're awesome." I wish I had something more than that to offer, some advice or something, but I don't know what to say. Cory hasn't even asked what brought me to him at nine o'clock on a Sunday morning in the bad shape I was in, which is considerate of him. I'm going to tell him at dinner though because I want to tell someone how dumb I was. I don't know why, I just do. I say, "I've got two halves of a pair of plastic handcuffs on my wrists. Do you have something sharp that I can use to cut them off?" He doesn't ask why I have handcuffs on, he just says, "I'll find something," and leaves the bedroom. I sit on the bed feeling groggy. Cory comes back holding up odd looking scissors, saying, "My mom's new poultry scissors," and he lifts my right wrist and cuts the plastic off, then my left wrist. I stare at his face thinking how young he looks. Well, he is only eighteen after all. I thank him and he smiles shyly, but looking a little proud of himself too. Patting his shoulder, I mutter, "Shower time," and go into their bathroom that's in the short hallway. Inside the bathroom I've got to smile because it's spotless. Cory should see the shape my bathroom's in sometimes. I'm going to use all the stuff Cory set out for me, and then wear his clothes because it would be insulting to him to do otherwise. As I shower the rest of New York City off of me, I think back to the abrasive Cory I first met and marvel at the transformation of that Cory into this sweet lovable version of himself. What a monumental change from a standoffish, self proclaimed homophobe to someone who jumps at the chance to help a friend and then hints around for a kiss from that same friend. And from what he said about his mother it seems she's changed as well. She's apparently no longer someone who brings her boyfriends home even if the boyfriend's not nice to her son. Now she's a church-going mom who, according to Cory, would be thrilled if he had a friend to bring home. Maybe Cory's personality change is what caused his mom's to change, or vice versus, or a little of each. Whatever the reason, I'm very happy for them, particularly for Cory. Shyness and defensiveness are hard roadblocks to overcome, and he still has that in him although not as much as he once had. Yeah, and add those factors to his health that's threatened by Cystic Fibrosis, and then there's also the circumstance of him and his mom living from hand to mouth with no extra money for much else except living expenses, and it all adds up to heartbreaking. The inside of this apartment looks like it's a step up from the place he used to live, and it's very neat and well maintained so credit to Cory and his mom for that. They're poor, but making their lives the best they can. My friends Connor and Seth are constantly worried about money too, plus no parents in their life, or in Connor's case a negative factor in his life. It's sad, but probably not healthy for me to get too hung up on the harsh reality of some people's lives, especially when I'm not in position to do anything about it. All I can do is offer my friendship, but I sure wish I could do more than that. One of the harsh facts of life is I can't, so I'll try not to dwell on that part and I'll concentrate on the friendship part. Drying myself I look at the clothes Cory's laid out for me. These are his best duds. That's what he said anyway, and they look good to me. They'd be my best too, excluding the things Willie bought for me. Damn, I've gotta call Willie and see how he's doing. He's rich, but he doesn't have the heart or the guts Cory, Seth, and Connor have. If I had to be Willie or one of the others, I'd choose to be one of the others. The truth is I'm very happy being me, and grateful too. None of those four guys has a support system like mine with Chubby and the moms always ready to root for me, or pick me up when I fall. Jesus, I wonder why I'm so melancholy today? I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror looking mainly at my nip ring. I think it's cool and I feel like kind of a hot shit for getting it. Yeah, I yelped a bit from the piercing, but nipples are sensitive and sticking a needle through one of them would get anybody's attention. I didn't make that big of a fuss, but it's certainly not something I ever want to experience again. Before leaving the bathroom I use the towel to clean up after myself the best I can. Wiping the mirror I'm like, 'wait a fucking second!' Looking closely I see something light blond on my chin. The light hit it just right. Feeling it with the pad of my finger I can only assume it's the beginning of some blond whiskers, although they're so soft now I can't even feel them. It's in it's infancy stage I suppose, but it's a start. Hmmm, I check my top lip, but just see tanned skin. Same for under my sideburns. Huh! It's inevitable I suppose, although my dad had no whiskers and very little body hair when he died. I can't get my head around the fact that I'm older then my dad was when he died. Talk about life being unfair. Mother nature sucks! Outside the bathroom I see that, for some reason, Cory has changed his clothes. He looked perfectly alright with what he had on. I grin at him and he blushes, saying, "I don't get invited out to dinner much so I didn't know if I was dressed properly." I put my arm across his shoulders, and say, "You're dressed perfectly. Guess what?" He goes, "What?" and I tell him, "I'm getting whiskers." He looks at me closely, then says, "I can't tell, so you must have shaved." I narrow my eyes, "Are you kidding me? Look at my face closely." He puts his head close to mine looking closely, and I notice again that he smells nice. Not really sexy, but nice. He rubs his fingers on my upper lip, claiming, "Oh, yeah. I see them." I chuckle, "The whiskers are on my chin, you muppet, not my upper lip." He feels my chin, saying, "Scratchy." Giving him a 'look', I ask, "Do you have barber scissors, by any chance?" He says, "Yeah, I do. I used to cut my own hair, remember?" I forgot that. He asks, "Will you give me a haircut?" I say, "Sure, that's why I asked about scissors. Do you have clippers?" He shakes his head, "Just the scissors. I got them a few years ago... um, they're second hand, not new. I bought them on Ebay for five bucks." Well, if Sonny can give haircuts with just scissors I assume I can too. Cory's hair hasn't been cut for a couple of months so it's over his ears and doesn't look anything like a flattop now. He's acting excited about me giving him a haircut. A little thing like this has him running around taking a floor lamp to the kitchen, positioning it here and then saying, "Maybe it'd be better near the window." Then exclaiming, "It'll be easier sweeping up the hair off the tile floor." He pulls over a kitchen chair, asking, "Is this okay?" I say, "Perfect." A stool would be better, but a quick glance around tells me there is no stool. He takes his shirt off, asking, "This is right, isn't it? No shirt?" I go, "Yes, but maybe you should put a towel on your lap so you don't get hair on your clean shorts." He gets a little kitchen towel and drapes it across his lap. My mom calls these small towels 'tea-towels', although I don't know why. Cory's sitting in the chair with a grin on his face. I look at his hairless, skinny body and think again that it's very much like Ryan's. I can see a couple of Cory's ribs, his narrow shoulders are a little slumped, and his thin legs stick out of his shorts looking longer than they actually are. I've never actually seen his dick, but it felt like a reasonably sized boner poking my leg earlier. Cory's shorter than me and not especially handsome, although he's kinda cute in sort of an unusual way. That might sound contradictory, but it's how I perceive his looks. Scissors and a comb are on the edge of their small kitchen table. Picking them up and looking at the scissors, I'm impressed. They're old, but they look very sharp and they're professional barber's scissors. Combing through his hair I can tell it's very clean and it's got nice texture. I ask, "What's it gonna be, Cory?" He asks, "Can you do a flattop like last time?" I consider it, then go, "Nah, not with just scissors. It wouldn't be crisp," although Sonny makes it crisp-looking when he cuts my hair with just scissors. He's a freak with haircutting, a fuckin' savant or something. I'm smart enough to know I couldn't make it come out right with just scissors. He says, "What do you think I should try, Dylan?" Running my fingers through his hair and then massaging his scalp, he goes, "That gave me shivers, it felt good," so I massage his head with both hands suggesting, "How about short, but the top hair gets combed down and the bangs get flipped up?" he says, "That sounds too cute for me. I'm not cute." He's killing me here. I hug his shoulders and kiss the side of his forehead, asking, "Who the fuck told you that? You are cute, Cory, I swear to God." Oh lordie, does he ever blush over that. I love guys who blush, maybe because I'm a bit of a blusher myself. He mutters, "Thanks, but I still think that haircut sounds too cute for me." I go, "Well, mostly cute younger kids rock that hair style, so I guess you're right. It's one of my old favorites though. Well, the last couple of haircuts I've given have been short, but I comb the top hairs forward, they don't stick up like a flattop, and I cut the bangs in front back to the hairline. It's a new style, sort of." I push his bangs back off his forehead, saying, "You have a good hairline. It's right across your forehead. It wouldn't look good for guys with a widow's peak." He asks, "What's that?" I go, "The hair line comes to a rounded point at the middle of the forehead and tapers back on both sides, some have tapers more drastic than others. And I don't know why it's called a widow's peak. I haven't a clue, and I'm not even sure how I know it's called that." Cory says, "Do the new hair style, okay?" I go, "Yep, coming right up." Using scissors over comb I move the comb under the two inch hairs at his sideburn and close the scissors on all that hair. "Scrunch", is the sound of the scissors cutting through dry hair and almost two inches of hair falls away and drifts off Cory's shoulder, some falling into his lap and some drifting down his back to the floor. A quarter inch of hair remains of his sideburn. Repeating that procedure up the side of his head, tapering it out slightly longer as I make my way to the top of this side. Where his head curves the hairs left are a half inch long. Lots and lots of brown hair is now in his lap and on the floor. This is repeated from his neck hairline up the back of his head and over the crown with those hairs also a half inch long. I really enjoy cutting young guys' hair. It's so full and healthy and I'm a big fan of hair even though my various boyfriends see to it that I myself don't have a lot of it left on my head. The back of his head is finished and I begin on the other side, "Scrunch, Scrunch, Scrunch." Neither of us has spoken a word since the haircut began and it almost becomes a sexual thing between us... almost, but now quite. With Dodger it is a sexual experience and I can almost see why that is. Cory sits here docilely, submissively if you will, while I cut his hair as short as I want, dominantly if you will. When Sonny cuts my hair any way he wants I fall into a submissive trance, so it does become sexual, sort of, for me. That's mostly because of the submissiveness I feel and it all began that time he tied me in a chair and gave me what is called a 'forced' haircut. Done with the sides and back, I comb up the hairs at the front of his head and hold that batch of hair between my index and middle finger. Then "Scrunch" go the scissors and all that hair falls in his lap. This is repeated all over his head leaving hairs on top about three-quarters of an inch long. Those hairs lay forward, flat on his head. The front hairs, or bangs, I cut back to his natural hairline. Then I check all around his head snipping a little here and there to make it all even and neat. Outlining around the hairline at the ears, using scissors, doesn't do as good a job as using trimmers, but it's almost as good. I ruffle the hairs all over his head with both hands getting loose clippings off. Then all that remains to be done is rubbing the hairs off his shoulders and back before hugging around his head and kissing the side of his forehead again, feeling affection for Cory. Lifting the little towel from his lap, carefully capturing the hairs in the middle, I see his shorts poking up from his boner. Okay, maybe it was a sexual experience for Cory like it is for me when Sonny cuts my hair. I'm going to miss Sonny doing that, but Robby wants to give me haircuts so that's what will happen. That's if I don't see Sonny first. He knows how to push all the right buttons with me and I get kinda helplessly submissive with him. It's awesome, but it's not love and I choose love, which is where Robby comes in. This feels so strange being here with Cory, so unplanned and surreal, and it all seems like I've been away from home for a long time, but it hasn't been very long, like thirty-five hours since I drove away from my condo. Hard to believe, but there it is. Cory says, "I just loved that haircut, Dylan," and he runs his fingers back though his short hair. I ask, "Don't you think you should see it before deciding you love it? Heh heh." He says, "I mean you cutting my hair... that's what I loved." He stands up and grins at me, "I'm goofy, huh? Loving you cutting my hair is kinda goofy, isn't it?" I say, "Nope, it's not. When the right barber is cutting the right guy's hair it can almost be a sexual experience." He smiles, saying, "Well you can eliminate the 'almost' for me when you're the barber. I got myself another boner, that mean erection, by the way," like he thinks I actually didn't know what a boner is... me, the boner king." I go, "Oh, I get it." He grins, "You knew," and he gets a dustpan and brush to sweep up his hair. If it was me I'd want to see what my new haircut looked like first, and then sweep up the hair. When the small kitchen is cleaned up and the lamp put back in the living room, Cory finally checks his new haircut in the bathroom mirror. He calls out to me, "Now I love the haircut almost as much as I loved you cutting it." He'd say that if I totally fucked it up, which I didn't. I think it looks cool. When he comes out of the bathroom, I ask, "Ready for some dinner?" He goes, "Yeah, I'm starved. Neither of us had any lunch, but I feel funny about you buying me dinner." I go, "You buy me dinner next time, okay?" He grins, "You got a deal. Hope you like McDonalds dollar menu." Ha ha, I can't get over how different Cory seems. Different in only the best ways too. I ruffle his hair and he leans into me so I hug him and we kiss for awhile. He still hasn't put his shirt on after the haircut and his bare back feels so nice against the palms of my hand. I rub his back and then feel his boner yet again. When I feel my dick tightening up I let go of him. We look at each other, and he says, "I lov..." but I put my finger on his lips, going, "Shhh, lets get something to eat," and then give him another quick kiss on his lips. He says, "Guess what?" I ask, "What?" and he says, "I almost had an accident in my shorts, in fact I did have a little one." I guess he means precum. I go, "Huh," then, "Where do you think we should eat?" He adjust his crotch, saying, "If you promise to let me treat you to dinner there next time, I'll choose Bertucci's." I say, "Ah, good choice," and he says, "Promise first," so I say, "I promise," and he says, "I'll hold you to that. Okay I'm ready and anxious." I ask, "Do you think you should put your shirt on first?" He laughs, "Oh yeah, I get flustered around you, Dylan, please don't make fun of me." I say, "I'm sorry," and hug him again. He's more than willing so this time I can't resist getting into a full time make out with him. He's soon moaning and doing little humps against my thigh as our tongues rub together and our lips kiss. My hand is rubbing up the back of his head, his arms around my neck, so it gets kind of hot once again. My cock is as hard as his after awhile and he tastes so good and seems very into our make-out with moans from his throat. When his moans turn to whiny sounds of desperation I know he's going to cum in his pants, and then with a long moan he has an orgasm in his shorts. He puts his forehead against my shoulder and lets the after affects of his orgasm flickers through him. I rub his back until he lets go of me. Looking up at me his face is blushing pink with tears in his eyes. His lips quiver, as he says, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I spunked my pants for real this time." I tell him, "Cory, I've done that many times, I swear to God. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is fun and should be enjoyed without guilt as long as you're doing it with a willing partner. Really, I'm serious." Cory's head is down as he's pulling at the crotch of his khaki shorts. I can see his cum soaking through both sides of the zipper. He rubs under his nose with his index finger like a little kid, then in a small voice, asks, "Would you ever consider doing real sex with me? I'm sorry for begging, but I can't stop myself." I quietly say, "Of course I would, Cory, I'm very fond of you. Can we have dinner and maybe discuss this a little more. I think we should, don't you." He says, "I'm acting like such an ass and I'm sorry, I really am." I rub his shoulder, "You're not acting like an ass. Don't say that. We're friends and friends confide in each other like we're doing now. I'd be honored to have buddy sex with you, but lets talk about it at dinner. Okay?" He nods his head, looks me in the eyes, and with a rye grin, says, "But I am making an ass of myself. I can't seem to help it." I go, "No you're not," and he says, "Am so," and we do that a couple of times until he seems to have collected himself. He says, "I gotta change my underwear and shorts." I grin and nod my head. He's shaking his head grinning, as he walks off, saying over his shoulder, "Am so." Huh, guess Cory's not homophobic anymore. Ya know, sexual urges can be a powerful thing. I don't have a very strong sexual attraction to Cory, but I'm not apposed to buddy sex in general. With Cory I mostly feel a lot of compassion for him and I really like him as a friend, and respect how far he's come socially. He smiles a lot now and even makes little jokes. The most amazing thing is how he's opened up and expresses himself. I wouldn't have imagined him doing that in a million years when I first met him. He reappears wearing different clothes, the ones he had on before he changed. He's washed his face and seems composed. Putting his shirt on, he says, "Please block from your mind my recent behavior, but not about us talking about something that's sexy." I say, "I have no idea what you're referring to," and he says, "Excellent. I won't jump you, don't worry, you're safe. I've got myself under control." I say again, as if I've actually blocked his recent behavior from my brain, "I have no idea what you're referring to," and he laughs as we walk out the door. Going down the elevator, I say, "There's something I want to tell you about. Something I feel like a complete idiot for doing what I did." He says, "Good, I hate being the only idiot in the elevator." I start by telling him I met this guy in Wildwood who I thought was very charismatic and so I was attracted to him. He's good looking with a confident dominance about whatever he does. I explain that I have this little 'thing' about guys who are dominant in sexual matters. Cory says, "Oh my God, are you ever going to be disappointed with me if we do something sexy together." As I'm driving to Bertucci's I explain the dominant thing is just a side and as example I use my boyfriend, Robby, saying he's not particularly dominant at all, so it's not like I can't enjoy sex with anyone except dominant guys. That might sound like I have a lot of sex, so not wanting to misrepresent myself, I say, "Not that I've had sex with a lot of guys. I'm just talking from my limited experience." I don't feel that's much of a lie because the term 'a lot' is subjective. I have no idea what Cory would consider 'a lot', ya know. I guess I'm also sort of insinuating to Cory that John was the only person I had sex with in Wildwood, but he can form his own opinion about that. At least I don't categorically claim that John was my only sex partner in Wildwood. There were one or two others, but I was on a rare lucky streak. I give him some details of my trip to New York, and he's like, "What? You went to this guy's place in New York City and nobody knew where you were?" I go, "Yeah, that wasn't too smart, was it?" We're at Bertucci's so I park, saying, "I'll tell you some of the embarrassing details inside." As we're walking into the restaurant I'm reconsidering this true confession shit and trying to remember why I thought it was a good idea in the first place. Fortunately Sunday night isn't real busy at Bertucci's so we get seated right away and while we're waiting for a waitress I tell him a little about what Billy and John put me through initially, then about getting my nip ring and he asks, "How painful was that?" I go, "It's like stubbing your toe," then add, "Stubbing it really hard and maybe doing it twice." Looking at him I can see his eyes get bigger and bigger, so I add, "It's like a game, that's what it mostly is. Um, and Billy's is this cute kid with this long ponytail," and as I'm telling Cory about my misadventure in New York City it's sounding weirder and weirder even to me, so I cut to the chase, saying, "To make a long boring story short, I left New York about four o'clock in the morning and I'd gotten up about the same time the morning before." He's aghast, "You drove from New York City without having slept for twenty-four hours?" I shrug, "Yeah, that's why I said I was an idiot, um, it's mostly why. So I couldn't go home because what would I tell them? I'd lied to them saying I was with you yesterday and last night. I said we had a bowling tournament. That's what gave me the idea to come to you for help. I wasn't thinking too straight because we'd done a lot, I mean we did some drinking Saturday night. Anyway, that's why I was so messed up, but you sure didn't let me down." He nods his head, "Yeah, you were an idiot alright. Driving home drunk without sleeping for twenty-four hours. You could have been killed!" I say, "I know, I know, but I wasn't killed. I've learned my lesson though. I'll never do anything that idiotic again." He's running his fingers through his new haircut staring at me as a waitress comes over to our table. Happy for the diversion I look up at her and see a woman of indeterminate age with the name 'Trixie' on her name tag. She gives us menus and asks if we want a drink. We both order iced tea. When Trixie leaves, Cory says, "You used me as your alibi." I say, "Um, I was gonna tell you about it. You don't need to lie for me. No one will be interested in verifying my story anyway, and we are gonna bowl so if anyone mentions bowling, well, we bowled." He says, "Hell, I'd do more than lie for you, that's no problem. Actually I'm kinda proud you used me for your alibi. That you thought of me means maybe you were thinking about me." I go, "Of course I think about you, but I wasn't sure of your, um, sexual orientation. What I mean is, I wasn't thinking about you like that, but rather as a friend I admire." He asks, "Admire? Why would you admire me?" I go, "Well, you're adaptable to change and you were willing to see us gays differently once you got to know a couple of us." He says, "I was wrong about gays, pure and simple. Maybe it's because I was suppressing the possibility I liked boys." I ask, "Do you like boys?" He says, "I don't know, but probably. What I know for sure is I'm attracted to you. That's all I'm sure of." We check the menu with me wondering if I should introduce Seth to Cory, but nix that idea right away because they're basically geographically unsuitable. Both are gentle souls, although Seth can have an edge to him that might scare Cory. "What can I get you boys?" Trixie's back. I ask Cory, "Would you share the antipasto sampler for an appetizer with me," and he's like, "Oh yeah, that'd be great." So I order that, and add, "I'll have the Chicken Marsala. How 'bout you Cory?" He goes, "Um, I'd like this, the rigatoni thing," and he points to it on his menu. The waitress says, "Rigatoni Abruzzi?" Cory nods his head and repeats it, "Rigatoni Abruzzi," then blushes and frowns. I fight back a chuckle. Trixie heads off to place our order, and Cory asks, "What comes with that chicken dish?" I tell him, "Grilled chicken, mushrooms and Marsala sauce, plus green beans, which I'm developing a taste for, and roasted potatoes. Would you like to share our entrées too?" He goes, "If that's not too creepy, yeah I would." I go, "It's not creepy at all. It's done quite often, especially in here." We're quiet for a few seconds, then Cory says, "I hate myself for begging, but do you think you could show me something sexy after dinner?" I go, "Well, sure, what'd you have in mind?" He clears his throat dropping his eyes, then mumbles, "Ooooh, boy, this is awkward. Harder than I thought it would be." I ask, "What is?" He glances at me, then drops his eyes again and sort of laughs, then says, "What I've been thinking about since I laid in bed with you, that's what's harder to say then I thought it would be. It was easier saying it in my head." I go, "There isn't a wide variety of conventional sexual possibilities. Is it conventional?" He goes, "For gays it is, but not for straight people." I go, that narrows it down significantly, although some straights do anal intercourse too. Oral sex is done by straights and gays too, so that only leaves anal intercourse. Is that it?" He makes a popping sound with his lips, saying, "Yep!" I ask, "Were you thinking of being the top or the bottom?" He goes, "Well, heh heh, um, I was actually hoping to be the person doing what you said, anal intercourse. I'm afraid the other possibility might hurt." I say, "It might. Some guys can't take a penis up their ass, but I'm not one of them. Sure, okay that's what we'll do, but are you sure your mom won't come in while we're, um, doing it.?" He says, "Oh, we can't do it at my place! I was hoping we could, ya know, like find a lover's lane place or something." "You mean do anal intercourse in the Jeep," and he's apparently uncomfortable discussing actual details so he does the popping, "Yep!" again, and this time I can't help but laugh. Then I say, "Sure, I've heard rumors that it's been done in cars and probably pickups and vans too. Do you know what the actual act is frequently referred to as?" He looks up, then blushes again, saying, "Fucking?" and he turns an even darker red, then laughs, saying, "My face is on fire." Our appetizer arrives along with a bowl of house salad, rolls, and two plates. We begin eating everything. I didn't realize how hungry I was. There's fried mozzarella, Tuscan chicken wings, and meatballs in pomodoro sauce. We chomp away taking a break from our game of twenty questions in the gay sex category. Cory and I clean the appetizer plate, splitting everything equally meaning we had to cut in half the last meatball, chicken wing, and mozzarella stick. Then we attack the salad bowl and finish that off with a couple of rolls each, sopping up the dressing with the bread and butter. Great version of Italian dressing here at Bertucci's, it even rivals Ken's for number one in my book. We sit back wiping our mouths with napkins, then drinking some ice tea. Cory says, "I saw guys do it, do fucking, I mean. I saw it on line today." I ask, "Just today?" He blushes again shaking his head 'no', then says, "So I know how it's done." I smile, "It's kinda obvious how it's done, but it's good you feel confident about it." He goes, "Oh, I don't feel confident at all. I'm nervous as hell. This is like the guttiest thing I've ever done in my life. Asking you to do it with me, I mean." I give a thought to telling Cory that Connor's gay, but that's not my place. Dumb of me to even give it a passing thought. It's Connor who will decide when and if to tell Cory or anybody else. Then, like he read my mind, Cory asks, "Um, will you tell anyone about this?" I say, "Of course not, Cory. It's strictly our business and no one else's." He nods his head. Everybody asks that. Our dinners come and for the next fifteen minutes we eat, talking only to comment on the food. We're eating off each other's plate. Both the entrees are good, as are the sides that came with them. The food's reasonably priced too, but of course I wouldn't think of accepting dinner from Cory, not when money's so tight for him and his mom. When we're done, Cory says, "That was delicious, Dylan, I can't thank you enough. Next time it's on me." I say, "You bet, bud, hey, can I ask you something?" He says, "Sure," and being noisy, I ask, "Is your mom still dating that asshole guy that's mean to you?" He says, "No, thank God! He smacked my face one night and mom threw a ram. She threw him out and hasn't seen him since. Mom made a friend who lives in our building. The lady's real nice and got mom interested in the church and it's been awesome around here for about two months now." I nod my head feeling really good for Cory, and his mom. There's not a thing wrong with going to church for those who want to, but I'm not one of them presently, although as little guys Chubby and I went to Sunday school for a couple of years. I don't remember when exactly, or why we stopped going. For dessert we share a five layer chocolate cake. I like vanilla cake with butter cream icing best, but chocolate cake with butter cream icing is second best. We finish all of that too and I feel comfortably full. Sharing food off the same plate is sexy some how... everything is connected to sex in one way or another. Hmmm, I wish Cory was a little sexier himself, but I'm really liking him now, not that I didn't before. With him being such a good friend helping me out I find I'm liking him even more than I did before. Letting him screw me isn't a major thing as far as I'm concerned and I'll probably enjoy it, but it's a big thing for him. The first time is something you're likely to remember all your life and I just wish I had a better first time memory than the one I had with fat Carl. As I always say though, while he turned out to be a complete asshole loser, he did me a favor showing me my sexuality. Hmmm, first time sex can be sweet. I've been fortunate in helping one or two guys experience sex for their first time. I'm not bragging, but I've always tried to make it special for them. Man, the first time for that sweet as sugar kid in Key West, Pedro. The kid on the housekeeping staff who helped me clean up Willie after he threw-up all over himself. >From cleaning up Willie to having sex with virgin Pedro was like the opposite ends of reality. From the extremely scary and unpleasant to such a beautiful experience with Pedro, and it all took place within an hour. Wow, it made me feel really good though, and made up for the ugliness of Willie feeling sorry for himself and trying to jump to his death. If that was actually what he was trying to do. You never know with Willie. Cory asks, "Are we bowling next?" I say, "Yes, if it's okay with you." He goes, "I love bowling," so that's what we do. With candlepin bowling it's hard to get a good total ten frame score because the bowling ball is much smaller than a regular bowling ball and the pins, the candlepins, are much skinnier than regular bowling pins. Aside from that the rules for scoring are pretty much the same. What's different is the knocked over pins remain on the alley to be used knocking them into other pins. Also, in each frame you get three rolls, not two. The bad part for casual bowlers is you need to rent bowling shoes that have been worn about a thousand times before, and you know not everyone's feet are clean. The guy behind the counter does a cursory quick spray of something inside the shoes before handing them to us. Then, to make sure we don't walk off with the shoes we need to give him our street shoes for collateral. Chubby always threatens to come bowling wearing cheap flip flops and steal the bowling shoes just to fuck 'em. That's what he always threatens to do although he's never actually done it. After exchanging shoes we get a score card and we're ready to go. Half the alleys are empty so I chose one with an empty alley on either side of us. Cory's a good bowler and his first roll is a strike, which is rare in candlepins. He lifts his arms as I clap, saying, "Awesome, Cory!" I'm not too good so I get to have more turns than Cory. For instance, in the first frame he only got to roll once and I got to do it three times. The total pins from his first two rolls in the second frame get added to ten for his strike score. He knocks down nine pins in the second frame, but can't get the tenth with his third roll, so at the end of frame one it's Cory, nineteen, and me, six. Second frame I get seven pins down so now the score is Cory, twenty-eight to my thirteen. That's as close as I get to Cory the entire game. He's loose and laughing, but he tightens up in the second game and after six frames we're tied. I ask, "What happened to the champ's bowling?" He says, "My mind is on what comes after this game, heh heh." He chuckled, but I can see he's uptight about us having sex after bowling. I say, "You know, Cory, maybe your proposing we have sex is enough for one night. We'll wait until another night to actually have it. Break up the newness of it. First part is you deciding to do it, and the second part is actually doing it, ya know." He nods his head, but mutters, "It's tempting to do it that way except I may never work up the courage to ask you again." This is sort of like Devon's first time, although he did it in two parts but only after changing his mind about doing it altogether, then changing his mind again to go through with it. That's what gave me the idea to offer Cory an out. I can take it or leave it myself, mostly because Cory's doing so well coming out of his shell. I'm worried that if something goes wrong he might regress back into his shell a little. Like if he's too nervous to get a boner... something going wrong along those lines. We finish game two, which Cory wins even though his mind wasn't on it. After exchanging shoes and paying we walk outside with Cory now extra quiet. I put my arm across his shoulders, saying, "Don't make this such a big deal, Cory. I mean it is a big deal, but not one to dread." He mutters, "I'm not dreading it at all, but I'm nervous I'll do something wrong and hurt you. Hurt something inside you, I mean." I go, "Don't give it another thought, you won't hurt my, um, rear end, trust me on that." He asks, "Should I buy as condom?" I say, "Not for my sake, but we'll get you one if you'd feel better about it." He says, "No, it's not for my benefit, but yours. You may not want my spunk inside you." I go, "I'm fine with your spunk, Cory, no worries, dude." He shrugs, mumbling, "I'll take your word for it," and I say, "If you do it with anyone else, however, use a condom. No one's ever gotten anything from me so I know I'm safe. When I say no one, I mean Robby and a couple of other guys." He looks at me, asking, "How many guys have you had sex with?" I blush a little myself now, saying, "Not a lot," and we get in the Jeep. I drive us to the reservoir and get lucky again here. Like the last time I was here there's only one other car about a hundred yards from us and it's too dark for any daredevil kids to be jumping illegally into the reservoir from the rocks above it. Turning off the lights we get in the backseat with Cory watching me, I assume for instructions. I take off my shirt, his shirt actually, and he takes off the shirt he's wearing. Getting my arm around his neck, his face comes to mine and we begin a surprisingly hot make-out. My hands rub his familiar body, familiar because it's like Ryan's body. Hey, I just had a thought: maybe I'm making out with Ryan subconsciously in my head because I miss our sex and I miss him. I'm still hurt he wants to go back to Robby rather than me. I'm hurt and confused because we loved each other. Not like I love Robby, but second to Robby. Now Ryan's changed his mind and I don't know why. Cory moans quietly brining me back to the present. I'm sliding my tongue on his and sucking his nice lips. His lips I've never especially noticed before, but they're full and kind of sexy. His tongue is another good one, and I've been focusing on tongues lately so that's how I know. Not everyone has a tongue that's especially good for making out. Cory scores a point for his lips and a point for his tongue. Well, hell, a point for having Ryan's body type too. If he had a sexy scent we'd really have something special here. He smells nice, but not sexy. Odd that Ray's weird BO smell is sexy to me, but it must be sexy to his girlfriend, Maryanne, too. A person's scent is perceived differently by different people. Cory bucks his hips a few times, then pulls his lips away. He has saliva on his chin, some of his and some of mine. Grabbing at his crotch he's taking deep breaths, then says, "I almost did it again." I say, " Huh. Let's get our clothes off. And, just so you don't get freaked out I'm telling you ahead of time that I shave my pubic hairs." He goes, "Ha ha, get out!" I'm like, "No, seriously. It's a gay thing I guess," as I take my shorts and underwear off. He stares at my privates swallowing hard. He goes, "You have a nice dick and, um, nuts. It looks cool with the hair shaved too, very cool looking." I mutter, "Yeah, thanks, it's not a big deal one way or the other." Cory swallows noisily again and then takes his pants off leaving his underwear on. His boner is poking up the front of his jockey shorts. He looks at it, again blushing, then he says, "Just so you're not freaked out, I have a small penis." I mumble, "Lots of guys do," and another swallow from him as he pulls his jockey shorts down. His boner's a five inch hard pole sticking out from normal curly pubic hair, and above average size balls. I frown, "That's not a small penis, Cory, whaddaya talking about?" He says, "Whew, I thought it was compared to, um, some guys I saw on line." I go, "Well, it's not small." He asks, "What do I do now?" I say, "I'll get on my hands and knees, up on the seat here, and you stand on your knees behind me and do what you saw on line." He nods, "I can do that." So, I get up on the seat feeling kinda anxious to see what his cock feels like inside me. I'm a little more stoked about this than I thought I'd be. I don't consider his cock small, but it isn't like Ryan's so they're bodies aren't exactly the same. Wonder if Cory's cock being like Ryan's was in my subconscious mind when I was marveling at how much their bodies are alike. Projecting again. You never know about your subconscious mind. Cory gets up behind me and tentatively rubs his hands on my back, saying, "I think you have the best body of anyone I've ever seen, Dylan, and your, um, buttocks are awesomely sexy too." I go, "Thank you, Cory, I like your body too." He rubs my sides so I wait patiently until I feel the head of his cock against my anus. In a squeaky, out of breath voice, he asks, "I just push it in, right?" I say, "Yes, but just start with the head and then give my ass a few seconds to adjust." Making his nervous popping sound with his lips again, he pushes his boner against the lips of my ass spreading them, but his cock's head is still only half in. Maybe he feels he needs to wait a bit, so we wait. Then another push and the head goes inside my body as Cory lets out a loud, "Ooooooh, god, ooooh, mmmm, that feels good. I think I'm going to cum." I say, "Relax, just relax, Cory, it'll pass." He goes, "Mmmmm, oooh my God." It always is new for me no matter how many times someone sticks their boner in my ass, that awesome feeling always feels new and wonderful. I bite my lip and enjoy the full feeling back there. Cory says, "You were right, Dylan," although I'm not at all sure what he's referring to. He pushes his cock two inches up my ass going through his routine again, "Oooooh, ummmm, aaaah, mmm, oooh God, that feels good." He's breathing loudly through his nose rubbing the palms of his hands back and forth on my back. Seemingly out of breath, he mutters, "Mmmmm, nothing's ever felt this good before." He takes a deep breath and then pushes his boner in the rest of the way, and, "Aaaah, mmmm," slips out of my mouth. I feel like moaning some more myself because it feels mighty good to me too, but I stifle it so as not to alarm Cory. Then he leans his body against my ass and the head of his cock goes up my rectum another half inch and we're both breathing loudly now. I mutter, "Damn, that feels good, Cory." He exhales through his mouth this time, spraying my back with misty saliva. He grunts, "Yes, it sure does feel good," as if I asked him if it felt good. He pulls back his boner that feels fatter now then it did at first, and immediately pushes it back in quickly as we do a duet of, "Ooooh, yeaaah." Grabbing my hips he starts fucking me and my cock bones right up. I've found that everyone picks up fucking very easily, and why wouldn't they. It's working up the balls to ask someone for sex that's the hard part. Cory has a nice size cock for fucking because it feels snug in there and yet there's no initial pain or discomfort, it's all pleasure. He's got it going awesomely now. A steady fucking and it's not too fast like most beginners. He's hitting all the right spots, tightly filling my rectum, tantalizing my prostate and creating sexy sensations on my anus's lips. I expected him to blow his load by now, but he's still moaning constantly, fucking me steadily and it feels so good I give up biting my lip and moan softly at the pleasure sensations along with Cory. Oh man, does this feel sexy and Cory's doing great, even getting my shoulders to shudder at the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," of his groin and belly against my ass cheeks. The slapping sounds continue as Cory and I moan from sexual pleasure. His grip on my hips is maybe a little too tight, but other than that it's an excellent fuck. He picks up the speed and force of his thrusts as he's gained confident in what he is doing. Sensations build as precum drips from my cock and I feel my orgasm begin to build. There all the normal sensations I always get when being fucked, but a virgin cock in my ass adds something special. It's like a brand new cock sliding against the walls of my rectum, back and forth it goes sliding deliciously over my prostate as it's on this in and out repetitive journey. I love a hard cock in my ass and the newness of Cory's is giving me an extra squirmy feeling all around my groin. My boner gets extra hard as I envision his fat cock sliding up my ass, up an ass for the first time ever, and it's my ass. Cory's groans and moans of sexual pleasure increases the thrill of this sexual experience for me, and knowing it's his first time, and that he's doing so well makes me like it all the more. The hypnotic "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds get my shoulders to shudder again as I'm tightening my sphincter muscle increasing the fantastic sensation's Cory's cock is creating. My head goes back as a moan of pleasure comes out, "oooooh, ooooh, mmmm, yeaaah," and now I'm worried I'll climax before the novice, Cory, does. Embarrassingly, I'm now going, "Aaah, Aaah, ooh, aaah," as Cory slams his cock steadily up my ass. Being the top gives a guy the feeling he's the one in charge and it's just a natural thing I guess. Cory may not be thinking he's basically in charge of this sex, but the way he's slamming into me now I'm almost expecting he'll begin smacking my ass, and asking, "How's that feel, boy? Do you like my cock fucking you, huh?" He doesn't of course, although I wish he would. That'd be so awesome coming from Cory. Not that he needs to do anything more than he's doing because my orgasm is rushing on me now. It's about to explode as my cock tightens up even more with the head throbs with me holding my breath trying to absorb all the incredible sensation of sexual delight, then I squeal, arching my back and thrusting my hips as cum fires out of my cock. I go, "Aaaaah, ooooh, ah, ah, ah" as three more spurts of cum leave the head of my cock. My cock quivers, alive with sexy sensations as my body is shuddering and my toes curling. Cory's into fast doggie fucking now. He moans, then goes, "Oooooh," slams into me and lays on my back, his body shaking like a leaf as he does tight humps against my buttocks filling my bowels with a lot of cum. It's sloppy right away with him now into erratic out of control humping against me. He's lifting off my back and dropping back on me, his cock slamming up my ass. Damn, he didn't squeal like me, he had more of a normal exclamation when climaxing. Why do I do the squealing? Embarrassing, especially since I'm supposed to be the experienced one. Cory's still driving his boner up my cum saturated ass splattering drooling cum around my buttocks. His big balls produced a large amount of semen, for sure. Cory's exhausted now, laying on my back breathing deeply. His heart pounds on my back, always a nice feeling for me. The afterglow of climax is so wonderful. After a minute or so, Cory lifts up and pulls his cock out of my ass, moaning, "Ooh, ooh, aaah," as he sits on the seat still breathing hard. I'm going through the junk Chubby's thrown on the floor back here... I'm looking for napkins from fast food meals. I find plenty of unused ones and use some to wipe up my cum from the seat, then other ones to wipe my ass. Cory's breathing normally now, not even pulling his pud. I sit next to him on some more napkins, then say, "That was awesome, Cory." He looks at me grinning, "I did okay, huh?" I nod my head seeing a little confidence in him, not something you normally see from Cory. I try making the popping sound he makes, saying, "Yep!" and he laughs a little, then says, "That is the most awesome thing I've ever done in my life. Did you like it? I mean you climaxed before me." I say, "Of course I liked it, I'm gay and you fuck good. Small dick, my ass! That's not small, you've got yourself a pleasure penis." He chuckles, "So, it felt good?" I say, "Yes, it did," and he says, "It felt fabulous to me too, the best feeling ever." I pat his shoulder, then squeeze the back of his neck, saying, "You're awesome, Cory, but you need a boyfriend." He says, "Too shy, I'm too shy for a boyfriend, except with you." I shrug, "Shy kids have boyfriends too. I've been Robby's boyfriend for almost three years and we were both shy." He says, "Really, you've never seemed shy to me." I go, "I cover it up pretty good, but I'm shy with certain people I don't know that well. Not everyone though, and I'm not nearly as shy as I used to be." He says, "So you're saying I'll outgrow my shyness." I say, "You're already much less shy then you used to be." He goes, "Yeah, you're right, I guess. I hadn't noticed, but now that you said that, I think you're right." I go, "Be open minded in school and maybe some guy will seem hot to you. If so there's a chance he might be gay. I say that because in some cases gays gravitate towards one another, but you need to look for any signs." We're both talking as if it's confirmed that he's gay and not wondering any longer if he is. He asks, "Like what signs?" I go, "Well, if a guy asks you out on a date, that's a clue right there." He goes, "Or if someone asks if they can suck my dick, another clue, right?" I go, "I think you've got it now!" We both chuckle, then I say, "Well, I guess we can get dressed," and that's what we do. When dressed, with napkins in my jockey shorts 'cause this lad deposited a lot of cum in my ass, we get in the front seat and Cory goes, "Oh, it's so good knowing I won't die a virgin." I'm not touching that comment, it's too morbid. He goes on excitedly, "It was just as good as I imagined it would be. Do you realize how you've changed my life?" I go, "What are you talking about? I didn't change your life, you changed it and I'm proud of you, and proud to know you." He goes, "You say the nicest things to me, but at the very least you inspired me by showing me how nice someone can be. I thought everyone was an asshole, and that I was one too, but I found out through you that's not true. There are a lot of assholes in the world of course, but there are some good guys too, and you're one of the best." I go, "You're overrating me, Cory." He goes, "Oh no I'm not. I acted like a fool when we first met, and not just the first time either, but any number of times and you stayed nice and gave me a few things to think about and it changed my life, so there." I glance at him, and say, "Thank, Cory, I'm glad I was a help, but you did the heavy lifting and now we're both awesome." He says, "You make light of it, but it's monumental to me." I say, "Sorry, I know it's all important to you, I'm just saying you need to give yourself most of the credit." He says, "Okay, we are both awesome." I mutter, "There ya go." We're back at his apartment and I'm feeling tired again so I tell him I've gotta get home now. It's after nine o'clock already and I've got an hour's drive to Framingham. Before getting out of the Jeep, he asks, "Is it appropriate to have a goodnight kiss?" I say, "Absolutely," and lean over so we can kiss a nice five second kiss. Cory smiles, "You're the awesome one. This has been a day I'll never forget. My coming out day I guess you could say and I owe it all to you. Bye, Dylan, see you soon." As he's getting out I smile and nod at him, and then with a wave of my hand I'm on my way home at last. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with expenses. Thank you.