Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 10:06:00 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 94 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 94 by Donny Mumford Devon slowly drives us to my condo. It takes quite a bit longer then it should have, but we finally get there. We go inside needing to clean ourselves up after rolling around on the ground during our fight at the Dairy Queen. Shit always happens at the friggin' Dairy Queen and that's because there are too many teenagers hanging out there. Lots of petty feuds and childish posturing going on. Tonight's fight was typical of teenage stupidity, but what are ya gonna do? When confronted in a bullying manner like McAfee did to me, or when he purposely throws a soft serve cone hitting Devon in the back of the neck, there isn't any choice except fighting. Reasoning won't get us anywhere. Devon couldn't back down anymore than I could when challenged by McAfee. The asshole thought he'd have some fun bullying us and he got a Coke bottle in his face and a dislocated knee cap for his trouble. I'm getting sick of shit like this, but if I'm hooking up with eighteen year olds it's what I should expect. There's a big drop-off of this kind of nonsense in college although it's not unheard of there. Sometimes bullying even results in suicide by the guy or girl who just can't take the bullying any longer, so it's not a minor problem. Few things piss me off more than bullying of any kind. It's something, I'm proud to say, neither me nor Chubby have ever participated in. I'm not as proud of the fact I've done little to stop the bullying I've observed over the years. If I don't know the kid being bullied I gotta admit to myself that I've done very little to stop it. The best I can say is I've never participating in any of it. If me or a friend is being bullied, fist start flying, mine and Chubby's usually. In my bathroom we strip off our shirts and shorts. Standing in our underwear and sneakers at the sink I hand a washcloth to Devon and grab one for myself. He wets his washcloth saying, "It's so stupid that this feud with McAfee even started, and even stupider that it's been going on since middle school. I wasn't even the one who put the gum in his hair. No way to prove that so on we go. Pretty dumb alright, but what the fuck can I do?" I shrug while wiping around my eye that's now swollen and very tender. I mutter, "It's a no win situation, Devon. You can't let yourself be pushed around by him or it'll just escalate on his part because he'll sense weakness. Tonight he and his accomplice got at least as much as they dished out, maybe more, and that's all you can do. Make it as uncomfortable for him as possible. He may eventually realize it's not worth fighting for and let go of it." Devon grins, and says, "Heh heh, asshole McAfee saw you and figured you're too young looking and cute to be any trouble, but boy did he get a big surprise." I go, "Yeah, I was aiming the Coke bottle at his nose, but he moved and I got him in the mouth with the bottle. Sweet!" We clean up as best we can and then I find some clean clothes for us to wear, and we're now ready to head out for McDonalds and some Big Macs. Devon pokes along driving just under the speed limit, which can be frustration as hell in a twenty-five mile an hour zone. It's like we're hardly moving and there's no one in front of us on this two lane town road, although there's soon quite a few annoyed drivers behind us. Jesus! Then we're on route 9 and Devon cranks it up to thirty-five miles an hour as cars whiz past with some of them honking their horns. Devon's oblivious as he chatters on about Annie, the fight, and moi. He wants to know, "Have you ever dated girls, Dylan?" In go, "Of course I have, many times." He asks, "Did ya ever get in one of their panties?" I mutter, "That's awfully personal, Devon," and he says, "I'll take that as a 'no'. You don't know what you're missing, buddy, ya really don't. I'd never give that up, but with you it's a whole different experience. Your ass is unbelievable the way it squeezes my dick from root to head. A girls snatch provides the thrill at the entrance mostly, but it's very hot. Still, I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual because cocks are cool too. At least yours and Button's are to me. You two couldn't possibly be any more different from one another and yet you're the only two boys I've ever met that I had the hot's for sexually." I ask, "Do you know any other way to have the hot's for someone except sexually?" He says, "You got a point there, but why do you think I'm attracted to only you two? I've met hundreds of guys in middle school and high school and I wasn't attracted to any of them." I mumble, "I don't know, Devon. Hell, I don't even know for sure why I'm attracted to the guys I think are hot. It's got something to do with their looks and body, but it's more than just that. Pheromones come into play I'd imagine, but I really don't know what else." Then trying to get off this philosophical talk, I ask, "What do you think the Patriots will do this year." He says, "Kick ass, like always. As long as they have Tom Brady they'll be in the mix." We argue about what we feel the teams strengths and weaknesses are as Devon cautiously navigates down route 9 to McDonalds. There's no parking spots open in front, so Devon parks in back and as soon as we walk around to the front I spot that sick motherfucker, Joel. I haven't seen him in almost two years and was hoping he'd left Framingham. He's leaning up against a car smoking his unfiltered cigarette, seemingly by himself. Probably looking to pick up some innocent boy to abuse. I stare at him feeling the fear he used to cause in me, but I'm able to fight off that fear now. He doesn't notice me as Devon and I walk inside. There's a short line like there almost always is at McDonalds, but it moves quickly and soon we've got our Big Macs and sodas. I steer Devon to a seat by the window so I can see what Joel's up to. The horrible fiasco involving him and me the first year I worked on the landscaping crew seems like a long time ago now, but it's only been three years. Devon wants to talk about him and me doing it in my bed later. I go, "Lower your voice, dude, people don't need to hear this." He goes, "Sorry, but I'm excited," then he asks, "Why do you keep looking out the window?" I say, "See that guy leaning against a car smoking? He's a sick fuck who I had a very bad run in with three years ago." Devon looks serious, "Oh, what do you mean by sick?" I say, "He's a sexual deviant, and borderline insane. It was a few years ago when I was working a summer job. He did some mean stuff to me." Devon looks out the window as Joel starts walking towards someone. Devon's like, "He's got a bad limp," and I go, "Huh, ya don't say." I take another bite of my Big Mac as Devon continues gawking at Joel. He says, "The guy has somebody's arm and it looks like he's yelling at him." My head whips around and there's Joel yelling at some kid who's not cute, but he's slim and young looking which is right up Joel's alley. The kid's talking fast while gesturing with his free hand like he's explaining something to the sicko. Joel lets go of the kid's arm and points at the car he'd been leaning on. The kid runs over and to it, then stands at attention in front of the car as Joel swaggers over as best he can with his gimpy knee and reconstructed ankle. He runs his fingers through the kids longish blond hair, gets a fistful of it, and shakes the kid's head and then grabs the kid's crotch with his other hand. The kid looks petrified. Joel face is close to the kid's, still with a fistful of his hair and a fistful of the kid's junk. Talking to the kid almost with his face touching the kid's face, then Joel lets go of the kid's hair and nuts, smacks his ass, and the kid scurries around to get in the passenger seat. Fuck this! I say to Devon, "Come on, I want to see what's up with that." I hustle outside leaving half my Big Mac and walk right past Joel, who goes, "Hey, aren't you...?" as I go up to the kid sitting in the car pouting. He looks at me with jittery eyes, as I'm asking, "Are you sure you want to go with this animal?" The kid shakes his head 'no' and I say, "Get out of the car," just as Joel grabs my arm. "If it ain't my old stalker, Dylan. Still can't mind your own business, I see. You jealous I'm giving my attention to another?" Yanking my arm from his grasp, I sputter, "You sick fuck, don't touch me." Then I say to the kid again, "Get out of the car!" He says, "I'm scared," so I tell Devon, "Call 911," and Joel pushes me, then snaps at the kid, "Weasel, stay where you are." Yeah, the kid does look a little bit like a weasel with his face sort of coming to a point with almost no chin. I push Joel back as I hear Devon saying into his cell phone, "There a problem at the McDonalds on route 9." He turns his back still talking so I don't hear more, but Joel's now anxious to get out of here. As he hurries around to the driver's side, he snarls, "You fucking twinks, you're all the same. Cock teasers who can't resist me, and you all need to be taught some manners." I'm quickly following him around the car and as he approaches the door I swing my foot against his raised left foot and it collides with his right foot tumbling him to the blacktop howling, "Owww, fuck!" I guess his ankle is still a bit of a problem for him. That's a shame. The kid looks petrified as he sits in the passenger seat not moving, looking straight ahead, his body stiff as a board. Joel gets up and comes charging at me, bowling me over backwards, with him on top of me. I scamper out from under him, but as I'm getting to my feet his fist hits me right in my damaged eye socket and I scream, hopping away from him. He's up and in the car. It starts up and he backs out of his parking spot too quickly while turning the wheel too sharply. He almost runs me over, but his right fender collides with the car parked next to him making a short scraping sound. Then he's free and drives towards the exit just as a cop car pulls in the exit, blocking it. Cops think 'do not enter' signs are for everyone but them. I see Joel grab the kid's arm and is talking to him fast. The kid's eyes are as big as saucers as the cop gets out of his car and does the slow, arrogant cop walk to Joel's wind ow. I yell over, "He hit this car and was trying to leave the scene of a accident." The cop looks at me, then tells Joel and Weasel to get out of the car. The three of them walk over to me as I'm pointing at the dent in the parked car. I go, "See, right there." The cop asks, "Who are you?" I go, "A concerned citizen, officer." He wants to know, "What's your name?" and I'm like, "Dylan McGrady, officer. I saw this man abusing that boy and so I asked politely what's going on and he attacked me. Look at my eye. He punched me in the eye." Joel yells, "He attacked me first," and Devon says, "Officer, I'm the one who called 911. It was like this fellow McGrady said, he was just asking the kid here if everything was okay and that animal attacked him." "What's your name, son?" Devon says, "Frank Bellingham, officer." The cop calls for reinforcements as Devon and I exchange smirks. The cop asks Joel for his license and I nod my head at the kid that he should join Devon and me. He's standing away from Joel and the cop, who isn't interested in him yet. The kid looks at me, and I mouth, "Come here," waving my arm towards the back of the restaurant. He wets his lips, glances at Joel who's yelling at the cop again, and the kid slowly comes towards me. When he's close enough I take his arm, saying, "We'll give you a ride home, Weasel." He looks back and then mutters, "Thanks for helping me." I'm nodding at Devon now, indicating we need to drift away. Joel's giving the cop some shit, yelling it was all a misunderstanding. He was just giving this kid a ride home when I got in his face and made him scrape the other car in his haste to get away from me. The cop's telling Joel to shut up. He says he'll be taking statements from everybody. Meanwhile the guy that owns the car Joel hit comes out and starts screaming, "What the fuck?" Now there's a bunch of nosey people who either just arrived or are coming out of McDonalds to join the gawking crowd. I hear someone ask, "What's going on?" The cop wants the owner of the damaged car to produce his drivers license as Devon, Weasel, and I slowly slink away, mixing in with the gawkers and then we slide around to the back where our car is parked. Devon goes, "Lets get the fuck out of here, McGrady," and I go, "Good idea, Frank." The kid says, "I can walk home from here." I go, "All we're going to do is drive you home, nothing else, I promise." The kid looks around, then shrugs and mutters, "Thanks," and gets in the back seat. Devon and I get in, he starts the car, and slowing drives off the parking lot passing a cop car with it's lights flashing that's pulling in. Devon says "routine Saturday night in Framingham, Dylan." I mutter, "Not for me it isn't." The thing is, although I don't tell Devon this, I was just thinking about bullying a little while ago. I rarely did anything about it if it doesn't involve me. And that's wrong, so ya know, I had to do something tonight. That loser Joel helped me out by sideswiping the parked car and giving the cop something concrete he could zero in on. It would be a 'he said, she said' kind of thing as far as Joel abusing the kid goes. Looking at Weasel in the back seat, I ask, "How'd you get hooked up with that pervert?" He shrugs, not acting scared now. He looks away, mumbling, "He was alright at first, he gave me some pot and took me cool places, but then the fucker wanted to get in my pants. I ain't no queer." I go, "Uh huh, where do you live?" He says, "Downtown, near the Market Basket." Devon mutters, "I know where that is," and I ask the kid again, "How'd you meet him?" He says, "He used to bag groceries at Market Basket, so did I, and like I said, I thought he was cool. He didn't take no shit from Pierson, who's the part timers boss, so us guys liked him. Then he got fired, but he stayed in touch with me. Only thing is, he wants to blow me all the time and I ain't no queer." I mutter, "Yeah, you mentioned that. Did he blow you?" The kid frowns, " Not as often as he wanted to." Weasel's not a real likable kid actually. Devon and me exchange glances and shrugs, then drive Weasel home in silence. It's only a ten minute drive, but it's not walking distance like he said. When he gets out, I say, "You really need to stay away from that guy, Weasel. He'll want to do more that blow you if he gets the chance." Weasel says, "I can take care of myself, you didn't need to butt in." Well, no good deed goes unpunished, I get that, but what happened to the scared little kid in the front seat of Joel's car I wonder. He did say 'thanks' when I got him away from that scene back there, but now he's a tough guy again. Guess he has to be tough in this neighborhood. He struts away as Devon says, "Ungrateful little bastard," and I go, "Yeah. I think I've had enough excitement for one night. My freakin' eye is killing me, that fucker at the Dairy Queen got it right on my eye socket." It's midnight when we get back to my condo and as we're going up the steps, Devon says, "I'm looking forward to this, Dylan. And I gotta say, you're a blast to hang out with." I go, "Yeah, it's been a blast tonight alright, as in boom!" Actually it's been fun with Devon overall. The early fuck was damn nice and then his shampoo and haircut, and the fight at the Dairy Queen turned out okay, then turning the cops loose on Joel was so fucking sweet. Weasel will probably go right back to Joel, assuming Joel doesn't get his ass thrown in jail. So we probably didn't do anything for him, but some kids are just lost and at least I tried. Inside the condo again I realize I'm not really up for sex, so I say, "Let's save the sex for next time, Devon, I need ice on this eye and I've got a freakin' headache." He says, "Dude, I'm wired! I'm like high as a kite. Lots of drama tonight." I go, "Yeah, tell me about it. Between the two of us we managed to infuriate a couple of our old enemies without trying all that hard." He says, "We came out on top both times if you ask me." After swallowing a few Advil, I'm putting ice from the freezer in a dish towel, mumbling, "You didn't almost get your eye put out, like me, Devon. It's been my experience that even the winners suffers some degree of pain." He says, "It was fun, no pain no gain," and I go, "Dude, I'd never guess you being one for getting into confrontations like we had tonight." He chuckles, "What'd ya think, I'd be all scared and wimpy?" I say, "I don't know, I guess I never gave it much thought. It surprises me a little, that's all." We go out on the balcony with me holding the ice pack on my eye and smoking a cigarette. Devon is flexing his arm, so I say, "Yep, the bruises and hurts start showing themselves now that the adrenaline has worn off, and tomorrow it'll be worse. Lets hope the bad guys feel the same way. Actually I'm hoping one of the bad guys wakes up in jail tomorrow." Devon mumbles, "Yeah, the day after a fight is the worst." We talk about the two fights we bumbled into tonight and conclude both fights together didn't last a total of three minutes. Devon wants to know about my past experience with Joel so I give him a Cliffs Notes version and he's like, "Dude, you and your brother have a set of nuts on you. That guy is a monster." He tells me about a gym teacher in tenth grade who took a liking to Devon and got more forward and pushy with inappropriate touching and such as the year progressed. Devon overcame his embarrassment and finally told the posse boys. Reporting the gym teacher would either get little results, or get Devon a snitch reputation, which sounds stupid to worry about, but we're dealing with sixteen year old boys here. So instead, a series of unfortunate events began happening to the unnamed gym teacher. His four tires were slashed, then his car was keyed. He was assigned a parking spot near an outdoor camera so his car wasn't touched after that, but things started to go missing from his office and the police finally came in to investigate. They asked questions of all the bad ass kids the teacher was suspicious of, all the usual suspects, finding out exactly nothing. So they had a locker inspection which turned up some pot and one hand gun, but none of the gym teachers missing items. At gym one day Devon worked up the balls to tell the teacher politely that he didn't want him touching him anymore. Of course there was denials, 'Touching, what are you inferring?' and so forth. Devon says he told the guy maybe bad things are happening to him because he's too touchy/feely. The teacher gave him the evil eye nodding his head like he understands the implied meaning of that, so he now knows who's probably behind his misfortune. He doesn't turn Devon in though because he was worried Devon would bring up the inappropriate touching. I go, "Okay, we're into war stories I see," and I tell Devon about Chubby and me jogging in the park last year and being accosted by the three gay guys, one of whom I recognized from fat Carl's barbecue. And we went back and forth a little with our embellished war stories with me becoming impressed by the situations Devon and the posse boys encountered over the years. My last story was about Chubby and me in Wildwood a couple of years ago getting drunk at some guy's party that we'd met on the beach. That was some pretty funny shit actually. During a lull in the story telling, Devon says, "You're a bad ass cute guy, Dylan. You talk about being surprised by me, but nobody would think you'd be involved in so many crazy situations either." I say, "Yeah, I guess, but shit happens." I almost told him about Chubby and the window washer boys and how I got Jake to rain down hell on the world of Ricky and his father. I didn't though because of the compromised situation Chubby and the boys found themselves in. I go, "I never once looked for trouble, Devon, it sort of just happens sometimes." He goes, "We don't look for it either, but you're right, shit happens. The thing is, you're hotter to me now than ever. Now I know what a macho guy you can be when you need to." I laugh, "No one's ever accused me of being macho, Devon, you're the first." We're sitting in the outdoor chairs side by side, he reaches over and puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Seriously, I've got the hot's for you something terrible and I have a strong urge for you to suck my cock." His arm comes off my shoulders to curl around my neck and then he pulls my head towards his. His tongue goes in my ear and squishes around for a couple of seconds, then he says, "Even though my dick's been up your ass, I want you to suck my cock. In fact, I insist on it." Damn, that's hot the way he said that. I take a deep breath feeling a touch of submissiveness and it feels damn good, making my dick move in my pants. Cute Devon is feeling it tonight and stepping up to the plate to try his hand at taking charge. Hmmm, nice, but I hesitate to see how he responds to that and he tightens his arm around my neck putting his tongue in my ear again leaving it filled with saliva, so when he says, "Do it now, Dylan!" it sounds odd coming through the saliva that's clogging my ear. Wow, that's cool he's being aggressive, so I mutter, "Okay, Devon, if you insist." He pulls his zipper down as I get on my knees between his legs feeling squirmy inside and liking this version of Devon. He cups behind my head with his right hand as he pulls his limp cock out the slit in his underwear with the other. At the same time he's putting pressure behind my head bringing my face down, down, down until my nose is in his fly buried in pubic hairs. I inhale his crotch scent and my dick tightens because he's dominantly keeping my face pressed to his crotch. Unexpected dominance from Devon is one more surprise from him tonight. He rubs his fingers up the hair on the back of my head as I begin licking his nuts with his cock pressed along my cheek. God, he smells sexy. He unbuttons his shorts and opens them up, and with a finger under my chin lifts my head a little so he can fish out his nuts, saying, "Suck on these awhile." I lap under his scrotum, then all over the top of the mushy sack with two agates rolling around inside. Sexy as hell! Using a finger I get the lower hanging of his balls in my mouth and tongue it with Devon grunting and lifting his ass off the seat, "Oooh." Like Sonny, Devon's got a big set of nuts, but with his pubic hairs tickling my nose I manage to get the second one in my mouth and suck on both of them with him moaning, "Oooooh, mmm, fuccck," and lifting his ass off the seat again. Humming on his balls and moving my tongue under them back and forth I grope my own boner as his cock gets firm pressing near the side of my nose. Pushing his slippery nuts out of my mouth with my tongue I get the head of his cock in my mouth and suck on it like a Tootsie pop while my tongue laps at it. It's gets harder now and seems to grow. I'm experiencing some awesome sexual sensation sending me to a higher level of arousal. His cock is choice so I gobble some shaft into my mouth and begin bobbing my head up and down on his boner going further down on him with each bob until the head of his hard cock hits the back of my throat. The next trip down I take the head into my throat and then out as I bob up. Next time two inches of his boner goes in my throat and Devon stands up pulling his cock first from my throat and then from my mouth with a string of precum attached. The string breaks off and drifts down to my chin as Devon's muttering, "Jesus, I almost blew my load in your throat. Get up, we're gonna finish this in bed. My first time fucking in a bed." His hand under my chin, he pulls up, saying, "Lets go, now." Oh man, he's perfect! I stand up and he unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down, mumbling, "You won't need these," then my underwear as my boner bouncing twice then sticks up next to my belly. Devon goes, "Holy shit! You got a boner from sucking my dick? That's so hot!" His fist goes around my boner as he mutters, "Step out of your shorts," and when I do he strokes my cock, then looks at me with a look of amazement on his face. "Holy shit, you're like Annie. When I get bossy she gets all sexually aroused. I never thought it would work with a guy. Damn, this rocks." He stares at me a few seconds, then says, "Kiss me," and I lean over and kiss his lips, then suck on them with my tongue going in his mouth to slide against his tongue. He doesn't kiss back which gets me more aroused because it just seems like such a dominant thing to do. Just let me kiss him. He's still got my cock in his hand as he pulls his mouth away from mine and then becomes the third guy in my sexual experience to lead me by my cock. He says, "Come on," and I follow him taking quick little steps to keep up. He leads me inside, bare assed, and sinking into a delicious submissive trance I never expected with Devon. In my bedroom he lets go of my cock and pulls my t-shirt up so I lift my arms and he pulls my tee over my head, then drops it on the floor. He gives my ass a hard slap, "SMACK!' muttering, "Get your ass in bed." I do that as he undresses and follows me getting under the covers of my twin size bed. "This is so hot, Dylan," he says wrapping me in his arms. His cock wets my belly with precum as he begins making out with me and we're soon squirming against each other's naked body with both of us spreading precum now. We're both panting as Devon breaks off the kiss and smacks my ass, telling me, "Get on your knees with your head on the mattress." I do that as he moves behind me by walking on his knees, and ,"Smack! Smack!" on my ass, while saying, "You're really into this, aren't you? This is so cool," and, "SMACK! SMACK!" harder this time with him chuckling, muttering, "I can't believe it," and "SMACK! SMACK!" My ass is stinging now, but my boner has tightened up some more and I have to moan, "Ooooh, oooh," I feel his cock head at my asshole pressing against the lips of my anus, then it slides in with his precum drooling down to the back of my nuts. I'm getting off being submissive to Devon and he's getting off being dominant. Good match up. He pushes his boner up my ass an inch or two, asking, "Feels good, does it?" I murmur, "Uh huh," and more boner goes up my ass tightly, as he's saying, "Yeah, it sure does feel good. Damn, this is the hottest sex we've had yet." One more thrust of his hips and his groin is tight against my butt cheeks. Devon grunts and then lets out an airy, "Yeaaaaah, mmmm, nice." I tighten my sphincter muscle pushing back into him and he pulls his cock back and thrusts it back in, "Mmmmm," from both of us. Devon's gripping my hips tightly as he pulls his boner back fast and rams it back in smacking against my ass, "Slap!" "Jesus, this feels good," he mutters, and begins a fast fucking of my spanked ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." His cock feels familiar now and it's becoming one of my favorites. I love the seven inches and I love that it's not too thick. Thick cocks are hot too, but this is mostly pleasure as his cock stimulates the lips of my ass feeling so good it's crazy, and my prostate sizzles with pleasure sensations as his fast moving hard cock slides back and forth over it. Tightening my ass muscles again gets, "Oooooh, mmmm, yeaaah," from Devon, and me moaning along with him. He showed his natural take charge ability for this sex, and now that I think about it there were hints of it earlier too. It's fantastic and my shoulders are shuddering to prove it. He's not an over the top dominant sex partner like Sonny, who gets his ideas from imitating the BDSM videos he's hooked on, but Devon's is dominant enough considering it's Devon. I'm really getting into this sex for the first time with him. Devon into it as well as he stands now with his knees bent and his hands cupping my shoulders allowing him to drive his cock in harder. It's "Umph, umph, umph," from me with each hard thrust of his cock and, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds from his body slamming against my ass. Devon's grunting with every drive up my ass which is a very sexy sound during anal fucking. He's enjoying it and putting a lot of effort into making sure I do too. I'm enthralled with the depth of sexy sensations from my rectum and anus. Two wonderful pleasure zones being stimulated by his long constantly thrusting hard cock. My orgasm is building again... it's one of the wonders and joys of life. The prostate and anus both have a super-dense concentration of nerve endings, as does the head of a cock. It's a win-win situation for both the 'top' and 'bottom', but for me this is the second hottest sexual sensation I can experience, only being topped by climax. My cock is parallel to my stomach pointing at my chin and dripping precum on the sheet . It's throbbing nicely making me squirm under Devon's constantly moving hips thrusting his long hard cock up my ass. I'm moaning as Devon's grunts turn to desperate whines with his need to climax building along with mine. I'm humping back into his thrust now making desperate sounds myself, "Un, un, un, ooh, ooh, fuck me, mmm, oh, ah, ah, oh," and then my whole body sizzles as I squeal and cum pumps up from my nuts and shoots straight out hitting under my chin, "Eeee, ooh," as another shot of cum fires from my quivering sensitive cock head. Devon leans into me digging his fingers into my shoulders going, "Mmmm, mmm, ooh," and fills me up with his teen semen all white and creamy and slippery. He lays on my back humping against me without pulling back and shoots more spunk up my ass. My cock drools cum as a dizziness passes and I moan quietly to myself with my body tingling and my cock begins losing it's stiffness. I stroke it and moan, "Ooooh, mmmm, feels so good." A deep breath from Devon and he lifts off my back and humps his cock in my wet ass for another minute and then pulls out flopping down beside me on the bed. I roll over half on him and half on the mattress. We both breath deeply and all of a sudden I feel tired and spent. Cum slowly drools from my ass as I lazily wipe cum from under my chin and wipe it on the sheet. Devon mutters, "Hot, that was really hot, Dylan. What an ass you got on your sexy body. Damn, am I ever bisexual now." I mumble, "Maybe you should look your old buddy, Buttons, up." He laughs quietly, "Yeah, I wonder how Buttons is doing? After you though, I can't imagine Buttons would hold up by comparison. Like I told you, he was basically a geek. Nerdy, ya know, but damn I had the hot's for him back then. Ha ha, it would be cool to see him now that I've broken my gay cherry a couple of times. You know, it'd be interesting to see if I still have the hot's for him. See what he's been up to. Yeah..." I grin at the way Devon's excited about his gay side and I hope he does look up his first crush because I'm not going to be around much and I have a feeling Devon's going to want to visit his gay side as much as his straight side... sexually, I mean. Anyway, I'm feeling good, tired but good. I look at him laying next to me, and say, "We had ourselves quite a night of it, Devon. Sex with a few fist fights thrown in." he says, "No shit, I'm serious, Dylan, your ballsy moves with McAfee and that pervert, Joel, got me hotter for you then ever." I say, "How about that guilty conscience of yours," He shrugs, "It's still with me, but I'm trying hard to ignore it. And I'm serious about looking up Buttons. I'd like to fuck him too." I ask, "What if he wants to fuck you?" Devon's like, "Hmmm, yeah, I might go for it. He has a small dick." I mutter, "Is he on Facebook?" Devon shrugs, "I don't know, but it'd be the place to start, that's for sure. I'm gonna do it, but for now I gotta get my ass home. What time is it anyway?" Checking my wristwatch, I say, "Just past one-thirty." He goes, "I'm outta here. Didn't realize it was so late." We both get out of bed. Devon gets dressed and I pull on my boxer underpants and walk him to the door. No kiss goodbye or anything, just a fist bump and, "It's been a blast, Dylan. Can wait to fuck your hot ass again." He leaves and I grab a cigarette and smoke it on the balcony in my underwear. What a night! The sex was good, especially when Devon got bossy. He's hot with his bossy stuff. It's funny, but just about anyone I have sex with eventually decides that it's okay for them to take charge of our sex and they then begin exercising their dominant nature. Some more than others obviously, but they all recognize the fact they can get away with bossing me around during sex. It's like a step by step process beginning with little things, and then another, and then another taking their bossiness further and further, like a game. When Devon got a little dominant that's when I got into our sex the most. Sonny's more dominant than Devon, so he puts me in a number of deeper submissive trances, but the little trance with Devon was hot too. The feelings associated with being submissive to my sex partner is the mental part of sex for me, the physical part is pretty damn hot with or without the submissive part. I get the physical part with almost every sex partner I've ever had, but when the physical part is combined with the dominant stuff it gets intense. Then there's the heat from sex with Robby, which isn't especially dominant on his part, but simply being in love with him easily makes up for that. God, I love when Robby fuck's me. It's the best! Maybe tomorrow if his concussion is under control we can visit my bedroom. I desperately need to take a shower, but I make it a quick one. Back in bed I fall asleep thinking about tomorrow with Robby. Him and the wet cum spots on the sheet I'm sleeping on... memo to myself, change the sheets in case Robby and me wind-up in bed together here sometime tomorrow. Sleeping until nine-thirty Sunday morning gives me almost eight hours of sleep. I'm nicely rested, but sore where I landed on my tailbone when sicko Joel knocked me over backwards. I'm satisfied I got the best of that bastard though. A couple of other aches and bruises, but nothing serious except my eye feels funny. In the bathroom I see my eye is almost swollen shut, which isn't a good look for me at all. On the other hand I do have a cool black eye that always looks bad-ass. Heh heh, yeah a black eye, but I'll need to have a story to go with it, one that won't upset mom. Hmmm? By the time I've finished my normal bathroom routine I've got the little white lie about my black eye I'll tell my mom and Tris. Chubby will know damn well I got it in a fight, and so will Robby. That's no problem. When dressed I make myself a cup of coffee and take it to the balcony. It's hot outside already so this will be a good day to do something indoors someplace with air conditioning. I text Chubby about brunch, but he must not be up yet because I get no reply. I'm not going to text Robby because I don't know if he has his mother's cell phone or if she has it. How the hell did people live in the past without cell phones? Smoking a cigarette with my coffee I'm thinking about sex. Devon was good last night, but if I'm honest about it sex with Willie was a couple of levels hotter and I'll be damned if the three and four baggers Willie lays on me during our dates is just about the right number. He left me walking bowlegged with my ass sticking out and a sore boy-pussy, as Willie calls it, but that's only a minor annoyance. I wonder when we're married if Robby will want sex three times as day, which seems about right for married people. When you're sleeping with someone there are more chances for that to happen. More opportunities, for sure and we sort of practice that at college. Robby says marriage is three years away and in the meantime I'll need to settle for what's available. That's where the side sex comes in. Strange how I thought Ray was so hot there for awhile and now he doesn't interest me at all. Ryan still interest me although I don't know how interested he is in me. Maybe he had the same change of heart with me that I had with Ray. Everyone reserves the right to change their mind. Hell, look at the divorce rate in this country, people are changing their minds left and right. It is a weird phenomenon though. It's like one day you ask yourself, 'What the fuck was I thinking?' I don't expect that will ever happen to Robby and me though, I really don't because there's something between us that so special, and maybe it's Robby. It's an awesome thing being in love, I know that much. Side sex partners come and go, but true love needs to be forever. Sonny's hot, but immature and he goes overboard with his BDSM fixation occasionally. Most of it's pretty hot as far as I'm concerned, but not always. Small doses of that stuff is enough. The new Willie had it in proper perspective the other night I thought, heh heh, and I kinda missed some of his more outrageous shit that he used to pull. Occasionally, like those couple of days in Key West it was great, but like I said... in small doses only. Oh, and Seth too. He's not at all dominant, but his sweet nature is some consolation for the lack of dominance so I enjoy having sex with him too. It's kinda rare Seth and I get laid, but good when we do it, like the truck fuck's... hot! All sex is good. Robby texts me saying he should be home sometime this afternoon. He'll text again when he's on his way home and he wants us to get together tonight for our Sunday night date. Well, hell yeah! That's good news and I text back that I can hardly wait. Going inside I check the refrigerator to see what we have for brunch. Not much, so Chubby and me will need to do some shopping. Then Chubby texts that he just got up and he'll be right down for coffee so we can discuss brunch. Five minutes later Chubby comes bouncing in with his special welcoming smile. He stops in his tracks when he sees my face, then we hug with a quick kiss. With that dangerous look in his eyes that he rarely shows, Chubby mutters, "Um, that's quite a sore looking eye ya got there, brother. Can you see out of that eye? It looks closed." I say, "I walked into a guy's fist, but I can see." Chubby's pissed, but stays calm as he holds my chin looking at my eye, then he lets go of my chin, nods his head, and asks, "Who owns the offending fist pray tell? I've got something in mind for him." I make him a k-cup of coffee, then as he stares at me I tell Chubby what happened, including my run in with sadistic Joel. Chubby goes, "Busy night, bro. Nice job on Joel and I like the Coke bottle in the face part of that story. Deviant Joel would be smart to avoid the two of us. I've never heard of this McAfee asshole, but I'll remember the name in the unlikely event I ever run into him." I say, "I hope I'm with you when you cross paths with him." Chubby mutters, "Yeah, I'd sincerely love to meet him." We look at one another and Chubby calms down, then grins, saying, "The black eye is cool through." I say, "Yeah, black eyes are cool." Done with that bit of business, Chubby tells me about his date last night, and in particular his latest fight with MJ. A date and a fight go hand in hand with Mary Jo. "Yeah," he says, "She's all pissed off that I won't be coming home every weekend once we're off to college. I told her it'll be good for us to be separated. You know, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that bullshit." Done our coffees we head for Stop & Shop. We've decided on French toast, home fries, thick bacon, and a fresh fruit bowl of some kind. We'll see what looks good. At Stop & Shop I do my normal review of the bag boys and register clerks not seeing anything worth a second look, or a first look for that matter. The current part timers boss sucks! He can't hire cute guys for some reason. He apparently has something against hiring lads unless they look like an overweight troll. Jesus! Oh well, disappointed with that bag boy situation, I follow Chubby to do our food shopping. The first thing we need is a loaf of Italian bread that we'll slice in thick slabs for the French toast. To go with the 'thick' theme we get Oscar Myers' thick sliced bacon. The peaches are very ripe, but not mushy, so we get peaches that we'll mix with blackberries because it'll look nice. You eat with your eyes first I've heard, and there's some truth to that I suppose. Russet potatoes and fresh dill for the home fries, and lastly oranges to squeeze for orange juice. Nothing like fresh squeezed orange juice. As we check outselves out, Chubby says, "My mouth is watering already." We bag our own groceries and on the way out in comes the Dracula boy, Dougie Hamilton, who I met here a few weeks ago. He's cute so it wasn't a totally wasted trip to Stop & Shop in that regard. I say he Dracula boy because while really cute, his complexion is almost white and he has long pitch black hair. He sees me and smirks, then smells the back of his wrist reminding me of where I picked that habit up. I bump fists, saying, "Dougie, whassup?" He goes, "Not much, um, Merrimack next week, huh?" I go, "Yeah, I'm ready for it. Looking forward to it." He's with his redheaded mother again making me wonder if he's adopted because they look nothing alike. Also, who the fuck goes food shopping with their mother? I'll have to ask him about that sometime. Dougie says, "I'm depending on you to show me around, Dylan." I nod my head, "Sure thing, Dougie. You have my email address, right?" As he runs his fingers through his long hair, he says, "Yeah, I do, and you're going to make me look cool too. Right?" I say, "You're already cool, but yeah, I'll give you a haircut." His mother says, "Oh my God, does he ever need one." Dougie makes a face at her, then says, "Well, I'll see you next week then, right?" I go, "You bet, see you then." Chubby's at the car by now and when I get there, he asks, "Is that the same kid from a couple of weeks ago?" I mutter, "Yeah, he's gonna be a freshman at Merrimack and he wants me to show him around." Chubby chuckles, "Oh boy, is he in for a ride," as he gets in the driver's seat of the Jeep. I'm smiling because I've got a good feeing about Dougie Hamilton. Back in my condo we begin preparing brunch. Chubby keeps looking at my puffy eye shaking his head and muttering under his breath until finally I say, "Forget about my eye, Chubby, 'cause I've put it behind me. I hit the guy in the face with a Coke bottle and then dislocated in knee cap with it fer chrissakes. He's worse off this morning than I am." Chubby goes, "I believe you, but I'd feel better if I gave him a little payback myself." I go, "He's a senior in high school, bro, let it go. I took care of it myself, it's over." He mutters, "Yeah, alright, if you say so. Your friend Devon might have his hands full at school though." I tell him, "If he has trouble with McAfee he'll tell me and you and I can have a talk with the guy then, but I think Devon's friends will deal with it before we get a chance to." Chubby says, "I'm not all that concerned about your friend, what's his name, I just can't stand the thought of that fuck punching you in the fucking eye, that's all." Chubby's always been over protective of me, but we're getting too old to be getting involved with high school bullies. Let the posse boys deal with it, as I'm sure they will. I put the bacon on the stove in an iron skillet over medium heat to cook slowly as Chubby cooks the Russet potatoes in the microwave before cutting them in cubes for home fries. When he's cubed the potatoes I pour some of the rendered fat from the bacon to use as grease for the potatoes, and then add butter to that, then in go some thinly sliced onion. Chubby seasons with paprika, salt, pepper, and garlic powder. We'll finish them with fresh diced chives when the potatoes are browned nicely. Chubby uses the electric juicer to extract the orange juice from the big juicy oranges as I cut up the fruit and portion it out into four small bowls, then put the fruit in the refrigerator along with the OJ. Chubby's back to his cheery self by now, asking, "Okay, boss, what's next?" I tell him, "French toast. You slice the Italian bread and I'll make the soaking mixture." I measure out a quarter cup of all purpose flour and dump it in a bowl, then slowly whisk in a cup of light cream until it's smooth. Most people don't include flour in their French bread mixture, but then most people's French toast isn't as good as ours. Three eggs go in next and they get whisked in along with some ground cinnamon, a teaspoon of vanilla extract, some sugar, and a pinch of salt. We'll soak the bread slices in this mixture before frying them and serving with real maple syrup. The soaking won't start until the moms make an appearance. Chubby and I have a cigarette on the balcony while we wait for the moms to get up. Saturday night is date night for the moms and since their dates don't start until after their waitressing job, the dates are late night affairs. Sundays they sleep later than normal although they usually sleep later than Chubby and me. They don't get off work until eleven and then they wind-down with a cocktail and some chatter with the other waitresses at the bar. Chubby asks, "What have you got going today, Dylan?" I say, "Robby's coming home late in the afternoon, but I have no plans until then." He says, "Now you do. I need a haircut and then we'll hit the mall for some shopping to finish off what we need in the way of clothes for college." I say, "Awesome, Chubby, I love cutting your hair and I need a couple of things at the mall too. Isn't it exciting to be going back to Merrimack?" He says, "Yep, I like the apartment living." We talk about our upcoming year of college until Tris comes in the front door talking on her cell phone. My mom comes out of her bedroom with a cell phone to her ear too. I wonder who they're talking to. Chubby and I come in off the balcony as the moms put their cell phones away and they both make a big fuss over my black, swollen eye. I tell them my lie about getting hit in the eye with a baseball. "It's nothing. It looks worse than it is. I took my eye off the hitter and he hit the ball right at me. It got me in the eye. Totally my fault." They know I've been playing baseball with Robby and the posse boys this summer so they buy the story. Telling them I'd been in a fight would require too much explanation, plus Chubby and I have maintained this fantasy that things like fighting has never been a part of our lives. Why worry the moms, ya know. The moms make themselves coffees as Chubby gets out the fruit and OJ and I put the bread in the soaking mixture for the French toast. It's a cheery brunch with the moms excitedly telling us about the wonderful time they had with the twins last night on their double date. Maybe they tell us everything is swell with their lives the same way Chubby and I maintain that everything is swell in ours. Maybe we're protecting each other by dealing with the negatives in our lives ourselves and not worrying each other. Maybe it's not fair to share the good things in life but not the bad, but it works for us... for the moms, and for Chubby and me. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of maintain this free story site. Thanks!