Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2008 09:42:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S  DILEMMA   Part 3      by Donny Mumford

Laying in bed Sunday morning, feeling a little
depressed...  mostly because I was thinking about last
night.  I kept seeing the way Chubby  got out of
icky-Ricky's SUV.  There isn't any sense in fooling
myself... I mean, the car pulls up and sits there for
ten minutes and then Chubby gets out wiping his lips
and buttoning his pants.  That behavior might lead a
suspicious person to believe that he and duche bag
Ricky were involved in some sort of gay hanky-panky
during the ten minutes they were sitting there at the
curb.   Unless of course there was a girl in the car,
which I seriously doubt.

Ricky being bi or gay would never have entered my mind
prior to last night.  To make it even worse, Chubby
stuck his head back in the car a couple of times, and
each time popped back out wiping at his mouth again.
Shit!  Get serious, what else could it be except
kisses.  It hurts my stomach and my head to think
these kinds of thoughts, but there it is right in
front of my face.  And, that buttoning of his pants
while getting out of the car?... that forebodes even
more nefarious scenarios than just a few kisses.  Boys
kissing one another is so gross to begin with....
disgusting.  I put my foot down with Carl about that,
but... oops!  Almost forgot that I recently fantasized
about kissing Robby Dickers.... hmmm?

Whoa, I gotta take a couple of deep breaths here to
get a grip on reality.  Then...  being fair, I need to
admit to myself that I haven't exactly  been a
choirboy lately either.  Just yesterday Carl fucked me
a few times and I liked each one just fine... it felt
real good.  Before the sex, Carl was mentoring me
about the reality of submissive/dominant gay sex
partners...and that discussion was prompted by my
recent oral sex activities with the Marine... so,
no... I can't be throwing stones while I'm living in a
'glass house' myself.  But it still hurts that Chubby
would turn to that god damn freaky Ricky for a gay
outlet!  Why not turn to me?

Oh hell, "deal with it Dylan" is what I tell myself.
Thinking about Carl"s dominant/submissive "lecture"
last night... I think he gave me a lot of good
information and advise.  He looked pretty good while
giving it to me too... giving me both things, the
information and the sex.  Well, except he's quite a
bit overweight. Aside from that, Carl is so much more
likable now that he's dropped all that stupid role
playing. And, how about how he quietly told me he
loved me... jeez, that was awkward!  I pretended I
didn't hear it... couldn't think of anything to say to
that.  I use to think he was a real dork, but in all
honesty, I kind of like him now.  He's been really
nice to me and, what the hell... I just like him.
What's so bad about that?

Now, how am I'm feeling about Chubby?   I'm certainly
jealous, but am I pissed-off at him?  My recently
developed lust for him tends to confuse my thinking.
But... come on, get real!  I'd be a hypocrite to be
pissed off at Chubby, wouldn't I?  Oh man!...  all
these troubling, mixed-up thoughts are the last thing
I want or need on a Sunday morning.  "Relaxation"...
that should be the thing on a Sunday morning.

Getting out of bed slowly I began my morning bathroom
ritual.  Then, looking in the mirror and... oh yeah,
damn!... that too. I'd forgotten about the short
haircut Carl gave me last night.  I was feeling sort
of close to him at the time, ya know...  and he asked
so humbly if he could give me a haircut, and he has
such a thing for my hair...  so I said "OK".   But now
what the hell can I tell Chubby?  I mean, why was I
even at Carl's in the first place?  Can't tell him the
truth... that I went because a Marine is deep
throating me and treating me like a submissive sex toy
and I needed some advise, some mentoring... and so I
called Carl?   Best not to tell Chubby that.  Damn!
Life can be a challenge at times.

While brushing my teeth I thought about what might
have been if only I'd participated more
enthusiastically with Chubby's leg humping and his
foot fetish and his... his, whatever. Chubby and me
would now be doing what Chubby is probably doing with
Ricky... whatever that might be.  I know I don't have
any reason to blame Chubby, but it still hurts... it
really, really hurts that he's doing "stuff" with that
jerkoff, Ricky... of all the boys in the world, I
can't stand him the most!  And, I can't seem to avoid
being wicked jealous of him either... no matter how
logically I analyze the situation, I'm still going to
wind-up being jealous.  Here's my major, major problem
in a nutshell...I have this growing sexual desire for
Chubby, but he's very much hooked up with that evil
Ricky Ortiz.  And, what can I do about that?

Just then I heard the front door quietly close.  That
will be Chubby.  Sunday mornings Chubby and me make
breakfast for our Moms.  They work late nights at the
bar, and sleep late in the mornings, so Chubby and me
have this deal where we fix breakfast on Sunday
mornings. This Sunday it's at our place.  Coming out
of my room a few minutes later I see that Chubby has
his baseball cap on... that's a good sign because it
means I won't have to look at his almost bald head.
Last night he didn't have the cap on getting in and
out of Ricky's SUV though, did he!  Oh shit, I'm
beating a dead horse here....

Chubby says, "Morning, Dylan" and I said a chilly,
"Hi".  Chubby couldn't look up at me right then
because he was taking hot red bliss potatoes out of
the microwave... tossing them from one hand to the
other and finally bouncing them onto the counter.  We
make home fries with them... leaving the skins on, you
cut-up the potatoes, then brown them in vegetable oil
along with some sliced green peppers and some sweet
onions... don't forget lots of salt.

Watching him cut-up the potatoes, I bit my lip, then
looked away.  He is so 'hot' to me anymore.  That
great little body and the cutest face... damn, I've
got it bad for him.  Chubby and me have know each
other our entire lives... all seventeen years.  And
right now staring at him,  I see that oh-so-familiar
look of concentration on his face... the one I know so
well.  Everything he does he tries to do it the very
best he can... everything.  I took a deep breath and
forced myself to look away.  Then after another deep
breath, I finally started squeezing some oranges using
the electric juicer... all the time thinking, Chubby's
face is so perfectly smooth with his healthy tan-ish
skin tone, it's... well, it's beautiful, is what it
is.

Trying to snap myself out of the mood I was in... the
one where I was idolizing and ogling my best friend, I
asked... "Chubby, were there girls at that barbecue
last night?"  Chubby glanced quickly over at me and
said, "Girls?  Are you shitting me?  There's no such
things as window washing girls, Dylan.  You gotta be
kidding!  A girl wouldn't last two fucking hours
cleaning windows like we clean them... we're fucking
professional window washers... not some girl with a
paper fucking towel dabbing at the window with some
fucking Windex or something..."

Outlandish comments like that one usually make me
laugh out loud, but not this morning.  I squeezed the
rest of the oranges and put the juice in the
refrigerator.  "What time did ya get home last night?"
 Chubby slaps the knife down and turns to really look
at me hard for the first time this morning, saying,
"What the fuck is this, the third degree? And... who
cut your fucking hair?" Now I felt defensive and in
one long sentence babbled out that I needed to discuss
some stuff with Carl about the high school newspaper
and he was cutting a neighborhood kids hair so he sort
of insisted on giving my hair a trim while we
discussed the paper... and without taking a breath, I
reminded Chubby that his best buddy, Ricky,  had done
more than give him, Chubby,  a haircut... more like
shaved his head.

Chubby studied me with furrowed eyebrows for a few
seconds to see if I was for real, then said, "Ricky's
not my best buddy, you are... and that's more than
just a trim you got there, Dylan."  I dropped the
whole subject and started cracking eggs into a bowl...
then cutting slivers of cheddar cheese to scramble
with the eggs.  Chubby started frying some Jimmy Dean
breakfast sausages. We were making, home fries,
scrambled eggs with cheese, sausages, rye toast and
jelly... also, orange juice and Dunkin Donut coffee.
For the coffee,  Chubby and I would flip a coin to see
who goes to get it.  While crunching the eggshells
down the garbage disposal I admitted to myself that I
was  mad at Chubby... not that I had a real reason to
be, I just was... ya know, because of what maybe
happened last night with that pricky Ricky..

We both did the same food preparations every Sunday so
that part of the morning went smoothly... the rest was
different though because neither of us said another
word until we were ready to get the coffee...  usually
we talk non-stop.  Chubby says, "Ya got a coin,
Dylan?"  I did and I flipped it. He called it, and off
I went to get four regular hot coffees.  "Tough luck",
Chubby said, suppressing a smile when he called
"heads" ... and the coin came up "heads".  This is the
the fifth Sunday in a row I've lost the flip and had
to get the coffees.  Where's that law of averages
thingie when ya need it?

It's a four block walk to Dunkin Donuts and on the way
I smoked a Marlboro Light.  I figured I needed a
cigarette because Chubby had my head all fucked up and
somehow the smoke seemed like the cool thing to do.  I
was thinking... when exactly was it that I realize I
had this wicked crush on him.  After seventeen years I
finally recognize I'm sort of in love with him... is
it as simply as that?   It probably started in the
hospital waiting room when Chubby  was unconscious...
that was after the fight with the Chavez brothers.
And, maybe after that my feelings for Chubby just grew
in my subconscious mind until I couldn't ignore them
any longer?  Could that be it?

Carl was an important ingredient here too.  He brought
me out to my gay nature and opened that door in my
mind... now I look at guys and evaluate how cute they
are, and so forth.  Through that open door Chubby has
somehow slipped in and made it all the way from my
head to my heart.  Then I thought, "Can I be any more
freaking melodramatic about this?  Duh!"    But, I
swear to God, it's getting worse every week... my
longing for him, I mean.    Maybe I should ask Carl to
mentor me about this mystery also.  He's been a big
help to me with everything else so far.  And, how am I
going to react to this knowledge I have, or think I
have, about Chubby and that prick-faced Ricky?  Should
I act pissed-off around Chubby till he confesses?  Oh
God! how stupid is that?!  I'll just act regular as
much as I can until I have more information.

When I got back with the coffees, both Moms were in
the kitchen laughing with Chubby... they were reading
the Dilbert cartoon in the Sunday Globe "funnies"
section.  All three of them in good spirits and I
tried my best not to bring them down.  After breakfast
Chubby says, "Dylan, I got to help Mom take some old
clothes to Goodwill, do ya want to do our run when I
get back?"  He was trying to be so upbeat and earnest
I said, "Yeah, sure Chubby".  And less than an hour
later that's what we were doing.

It wasn't as hot today as it's been so we weren't
drinking the extra water, but after the first two
miles I still wanted to stop at the rest area to pee.
Chubby went right over to the bench and sat down while
I took a pee against the same tree the Marine and I
used.  "God damn, Dylan.. I'm winded.  Amazing how
fast ya lose your wind when you stop running."
Looking over my shoulder and there sat Chubby ...
sitting exactly where the Marine sits.  Wouldn't it be
fabulous to go over with my cock and balls out,
standing up straight in front of Chubby, and have him
suck me off?  Oh boy, watch out or I'll be sporting a
nice boner the rest of the day thinking about that.

Instead, I got my mind on other things like trying to
encourage Chubby that he was doing great on this run.
He was certainly doing much better than I would have
been able to do if I'd stopped running for as long as
he has.  Then, just for something to do, I showed him
inside the lavatory and, like me,  he was surprised at
how clean it was.  As we were walking out, Chubby
wiped at his eye and cried out, "Oh fuck, Dylan... my
eye.  I think it's an eyelash".  Both his eyes were
tightly closed with tears rolling out under the lid of
the left one. I took his hand and led him to a spot
outside where the sun shone through the tree branches
overhead and, bending his head back slightly, I lifted
the eyelid that was tearing.  His eye was bloodshot
already.  Chubby has longish eyelashes, ones that any
girl would love to have... he has beautiful eyes too.
Anyway, getting a loose eyelash under an eyelid
happened about once a month it seems.

The eyelash scratches and hurts his eyeball.  I told
Chubby to roll his eye up and then I saw the lash
right away.  Pulling his T shirt up to dab lightly at
his eyeball made me to pause and gawk at his exposed
belly and the lower part of his chest... both as
smooth as a baby's bottom.  I stared at his body,
marveling at his finely, naturally  detailed slim,
muscular build.  Then taking a deep breath I
concentrated on the eyelash.   This required me
bending my face down close to his cute face and the
boyish smell coming off of Chubby got me all fucked-up
again.. it made me close my eyes tight and hold my
breath, trying to avoid making some sort of
embarrassing moan of pleasure... he smelled so sexy,
yet so innocently boyish.

When I opened my eyes I was so close to his face the
urge to kiss him made me hold my breath again.  I got
the eyelash out with my third dabbing attempt, but I
kept holding the back of his neck and staring at his
face for another fifteen seconds afterward... I was
thinking, "He's beautiful.... not just his skin...
him.  He's so youthful and healthy looking."  I've
never before thought of Chubby as "beautiful" or, for
that matter,  that he had this overwhelmingly boyish
and sexy odor about him... an odor I could barely
resist... none of that was noticed in the past.  But
it's on me hot and heavy now and, oh my God, what am I
going to do about it?

Chubby says, "Ya get it yet, Dylan?"  I let go of him
and told him to blink a few times.  He said it was
out, but it was still scratchy.  As we walked down the
rest area trail toward the main drag Chubby said,
"Woman blink twice as often as a guys do". I said,
"Twice as often?"  He glanced over with a mischievous
look and said, "The most common name in the world is
Mohammad" and I replied, "Yeah, I think I heard that
before someplace".  As we reached the main trail and
started running again he said, "The volume of the moon
is exactly the same as the volume of the Pacific
Ocean"  and I said, "Huh!"

He's trying to get me to challenge him about these
bizarre factoids, but I'd learned my lesson about that
years ago.  Chubby has a sort of photographic memory
for trivia... kind of like an idiot savant.  He
doesn't have a photographic memory for useful school
work or anything like that... just crazy, off the
wall, factoids which he goes out of his way to read
about in the newspaper or magazines or on the
Discovery channel, and who knows where else.  I use to
bet him he was wrong about this crazy stuff, but he
always backed it up with some authoritative source and
so I lost those bets every time.  Now he plays the
game of trying to find something so nuts that I won't
be able to resist betting he's wrong.  I'm no longer
inclined to do that, although he never stops trying to
get me to.

Jogging for a while and then, at the same instant, we
both turned to check on each other... just to be sure
everything was OK.   We laughed at the coincidence and
exchanged friendly smiles.   That struck me as so
fucking sweet... how did I take this kind of stuff for
granted for so many years?  Near the end of any four
mile run we aren't usually doing much talking because
we're totally winded.  After this run I felt so proud
of Chubby for still being able to finish the run in a
pretty good time that I put my arm around his neck and
hugged his head against my chin.. his hat fell off.
The closely buzzed hair on his head scratched my jaw
making me think of my first encounter with the Marine,
and the Marine's five-o'clock shadow.

While unconsciously feeling my chin, I said, "You
don't have to wear that hat on my account, Chubby.
I'm sorry I made such a fuss about the haircut the
other night."  Chubby did a little looks out of the
side of his eyes with a little grin on his lips which
I thought might be a sign of approval from him... like
he's indicating, "thanks for understanding" or
something like that.  I felt real affection from
Chubby too.  Rubbing his head now, to demonstrate I
was really OK with it, Chubby  squeezed my hand
quickly like he often does.  Surprisingly, that caused
me to start getting a boner so I said, "I'll race you
to Tony's" and off I ran.  I heard Chubby laughingly
shout, "You win"... he never even started running.

"Tony's" is a convenience store we'll sometimes stop
at for a Gatorade.  It wasn't far and Chubby got there
shortly after I did... my boner had gone down by then.
 I bought us two lemon/lime Gatorades and we wandered
into downtown Framingham.  The urge to walk by the
Marine recruiting store popped into my head, Chubby
just following me... like he always did in the old
days... before the window washing job, and Ricky.
Looking through the big plate glass window  I could
see there was only one Marine behind a desk in there
today, and no recruits at all.  The one Marine was my
Marine.

Chubby was finishing up his Gatorade standing beside
me as I gawked in through the window.  The Marine
looked up and saw me, but didn't change expression.
He also didn't smile and wave for me to come in like
the older Marine had done the other day. No matter, I
could tell he recognized me immediately.  What gave it
away was the arrogant tilt of his head as he looked at
me... a chill ran through my balls and I stood up
straighter.  "Thinking of joining the Marines, Dylan"
Chubby asked jokingly.   I muttered, "Not likely,
Chub" and he pulled on my arm to get me to step away
from the plate glass window.  We sauntered on home
after that.

The rest of the day we just hung out together... like
we use to do every day.  I never feel as comfortable
in any situation as I do when I'm with Chubby ... just
him and me.  Well, duh! we've been inseparable for
seventeen years now... since birth, pretty much.  On
Sundays the two of us and our Moms eat both breakfast
and dinner together.  We had breakfast at our place
this morning so dinner would be upstairs at Chubby's
and Tris' place.  This Sunday's dinner was roast leg
of lamb with mint jelly, roasted potatoes, kernel corn
and coleslaw.  After eating, with no Red Sox game on
TV to watch,  Chubby and I played a computer
game.."Gears Of War"...me against Chubby.   I used
Tris' lap top and Chubby used his desktop.  Time flies
when you're playing computer games.

Chubby always wins because he will never stop
concentrating for even a second... he's awesome!  I
don't have the drive he has for games ..that drive of,
"I MUST WIN"... mostly I just like to have fun.   It
was getting late... me sitting on Chubby's double bed
and Chubby sitting at his desk deep into the game.  He
was killing me in this round too so I quietly closed
the lap top and put it on the bedside table.  Then,
snickering, I picked up this beanbag of Kermit the
Frog.   Chubby use to love everything about Kermit
when he was a little kid and he keeps this Kermit
beanbag in his bookcase for old times sake.  Anyway, I
picked it up, took aim, and fired it off his nearly
shaved head ....BONG!!   Chubby is quick as a cat, and
with a big smile on his face he dives on top of me and
immediately gets me in a head lock. We roll around in
the bed to try to get the upper hand, but today Chubby
already has it.

There wasn't any particular reason for me bouncing
that beanbag off Chubby's noggin,  I sure liked that
it got us wrestling though... we hardly ever wrestle
any more.  I struggled and thrashed around like a mad
man in the beginning, but wrestling is one of the most
exhausting things you can do and I quickly was
breathing like crazy and my heart is pounding like a
drum.  Of course Chubby is putting out just as much
energy as me, but he began with a headlock... so,
advantage Chubby.  Breaking that first headlock is
never easy and the more I tried the tighter Chubby
held me around my neck and then when he got the
opportunity he got his legs around my waist in a
scissor hold... and did he ever squeeze with those
muscled short legs of his.

The thing about wrestling is that there isn't another
activity on earth... including fucking, that can allow
you as much intense bodily contact with another boy.
I was wrestling with the one boy in this world that I
most wanted to have bodily contact with too... so I
had a smile on my face even with all the losing effort
I was expending.  Chubby couldn't see the smile
though... he had me from behind.  Quite soon it was
obvious I was squirming in defeat ... Chubby had me
under his control and therefore had won this too...
but I had a plan.  I wanted to struggle and squirm
just enough to get the side of my face against the
side of his and by the time I managed that we were
both sweaty, so I could slip around just a little bit
more until the corners of my lips were against the
corners of his. Our sweat mixed together on our
faces... it was so "hot" for me, in more ways than
one.

Both of us breathing hard... temporarily resting in
that face-against-face position, Chubby says, "Give up
yet?"... the ends of his lips moving against mine. It
made me breathless and I couldn't speak.  Instead I
moved my head slightly from side to side indicating
"no, I wasn't giving up"... Chubby increased the
pressure around my neck and around my stomach and I
could feel his lips moving against mine even more as
he concentrated on his efforts... just a half inch, at
the corner of our lips were moving together... and
just the slightest bit of his saliva was transferred
from his lips to mine... little bit more sweat
exchanged ...and even a little bit more spit now too,
not much...but it was enough.

All the "Chubby sensations" finally overwhelmed my
senses.  And, with only a semi-hard penis in my
drawers,  my body took over my brain and
simultaneously my sphincter muscle and my groin
contracted tightly providing the force for that
indescribably yummy feeling of cum traveling up and
out my penis, starting from way down in my tight nuts,
up and out comes that creamy teen cum..  a nice long
spurt of cum, right into my jockey underpants ...
another contraction and another fairly long spurt made
that same delicious journey bringing feelings of
ecstasy  every millimeter along the way... then yet
another... oh my GOD,  it felt so fantastic!  I was
like..."Ahh...ahhh...ah"

It was a totally and completely new erotic experience
in my life... and so unexpected.  Sure, Carl fucking
me has occasionally made me cum without me needing to
touch myself,  but this was even more outrageously
awesome.  Just being held by Chubby, and from feeling
his spit and his sweat... it combined to make me
spontaneously climax.   Oh yeah, do I ever have it bad
for Chubby!  Thankfully, he was holding me from behind
so he couldn't see my semi-boner and he couldn't see
the spreading cum stain on the front of my khaki cargo
shorts either.  When I groaned with the pleasure of
climaxing Chubby said, "Oh, am I hurting you Dylan?
I'm sorry." and he loosened his grip around my neck
and unhooked his legs from around my waist.

Dizzy with the after glow of that thrilling climax, I
mumbled, "I got a cramp in my foot, Chubby.  That's
all".  He let loose of me entirely now and rolled off
the other side of the bed saying, "Stand on the foot
with the cramp, Dylan.  That'll take care of it".  I
rolled off my side of the bed and pulled my T shirt
down to cover my lap... and that big wet cum stain.
Standing in an exaggerated manner on my right foot I
said, "It worked Chubby.  You're my hero. Hey, how is
it that you know so much about so many things?"  He
said, "I'm a fucking genius... ya didn't know that by
now?"  A little later I went downstairs to my place to
get some sleep.  For sure I didn't need to jerk off
before bed ... just change my underpants and brush my
teeth.  You get a great night sleep being sexually
satisfied like that... the first Chubby-induced
spontaneous climax for me ever...  Wow!  I wonder if
there will ever be another.

Monday morning it was raining hard, with thunder and
lightning.  Chubby called my cell phone to say his Mom
was going to drive us to school.  It was still raining
after school so I didn't do the four mile run, got
soaked walking home though. I already decided not to
meet the Marine even if I had run today.... I'd made
up my mind not to see him because I wasn't strong
enough to handle his dominant behavior... well, I made
the decision with Carl's advise.  I spent most of
Monday afternoon waiting for Chubby to get home from
washing windows.  Of course they just washed inside
today.

As planned... after school on Tuesday I met Robby
Dickers at my high school newspaper office.   That
same little office that some months earlier had been
Carl's office. The one we were in when he began the
process of "outing" me to myself.   Robby is so shy he
stood outside the office for fifteen minutes before I
looked up to see him there.  "Dude, why didn't you
come in?" I asked and he says, "Oh, I didn't want to
bother you, Dylan."  Since we had arranged to meet
here at this time, that made no sense, but I ignored
it.  Instead of commenting I pushed a chair over for
him to sit on.  He looked so fucking clean and brand
new it was mind blowing.  Those rosy blotches in his
cheeks and his longish light blond hair...oh man!  And
then that pale pink complexion of his, with the
earnest look on his cute face... those shiny bright
blue eyes... oh my God, I could eat him with a spoon.

We discussed how many hours a week he was going to be
able to relegate to the newspaper next year...
considering all his other activities, as well as him
being on the baseball team, it wasn't easy finding
spare hours.  I enjoyed sitting close to him and
bumping into the side of him now and then... he was
another boy with a nice odor about him too. Different
than Chubby's, not as sexy maybe... but wicked
pleasant to inhale just the same. It was a nice time
for me.  Finally, we came up with a schedule that he
and I agreed upon... we typed it into the computer,
printed it out, and we both signed it.  Now it only
had to be approved by the newspaper faculty advise and
then Robby would be on staff.

As we were walking out of my office Robby mentioned
the Red Sox and we started talking about this year's
team.  One thing led to another and Robby told me
about his hobby of collecting autographed sports
paraphernalia.... autographed balls and programs and
pictures and stuff like that... by Red Sox players and
some New England Patriot players too.  I was all ears
and wide eyed.  Chubby and I love the Red Sox and
Patriots.

Yesterday the heavy thunder storms had prevented me
from running.   Today it was dry, but very hot, and as
a result of this unseasonable May heat wave Robby and
I were sweating lightly walking to his house.  We were
walking to his house so I could see all the
autographs.  I figured,  no problem if I miss another
day of running... spending this time with Robby will
go a long way towards us getting to know each other
better.  His house was about as far from the high
school as mine was, but his was in a nicer
neighborhood.  All single homes sitting in the middle
of an acre or two of land.  They were standard eight
room houses, but they looked big to me compared to our
duplex.

During the walk we talked mostly baseball, but Robby
also frequently mentioned his brother, Dodger.  They
were very close and I found out that "Dodger" is a
family name that is given to the second son in all the
Dickers families where there are two or more boys.
They have a cousin named Dodger and an Uncle Dodger
too.  Robby didn't have a real great grasp of why his
family does that odd name thing.  Both Robby and his
brother are athletic,  but of the two... Dodger is the
real star, particularly in swimming and diving.  Both
of Robby's parents worked... they owned a landscape
business and Robby works for them in the summer... he
rides a power lawn mower.  We talked about stuff like
that.

Then it was my turn and I told Robby the equivalent
information about me and my family.  I skipped over
the fact that I'm a bastard... never knew my
biological father, and that Mom never married him...
or anyone else.  Robby was too polite to pry into
details.  I told Robby about Chubby and his mom and
about how the four of us sort of formed a family
together.  Robby said, "Gee, that's so cool, Dylan"
The conversation was easy and even if it seems dorky
or something,  I have to say I was captivated by the
sound of Robby's voice... something about his voice
almost put me in a trance... the way he talks also
made me want to believe every word he said.  He was
very likable to start with, very modest and shy, but
he loosened up as we got to know each other better and
that made him seem even more likable... to me anyway.
Oh, and not to mention, he's yummy to look at as well.
It was a nice walk...

When we got to his house Robby used a key he had on a
chain around his neck to unlock the front door and
then up to his room we go.  I didn't notice anything
particularly interesting about the place... just a
suburban home.  For the next half hour I was amazed by
all the paraphernalia that Robby, his brother, and his
father had managed to get Red Sox players and Patriot
players to sign.  There was a picture of Robby and his
brother with Kevin Youkilis at a baseball camp and one
where Dodger and Robby were on either side of Tom
Brady, the Patriots quarterback.  Unbelievable!.
Signed individual Red Sox pictures, group pictures,
signed programs and signed hats... you name it and
they got it signed.  Very kewl!  Autographs his dad
had gotten went back twenty years.  I thought it was
so cool to know the baseball and football players who
signed these things actually held the picture or the
ball or what-have-you in their hand while signing
it... and now I'm holding the same thing in my hand.

When we'd scrutinized and handled everything they had
two or three times, Robby went into his bathroom to
pee and I gazed out his bedroom window and saw an
in-ground swimming pool in their back yard.  A six
foot high stockade fence was in place around the
entire yard, so the pool area was very private.
Afternoon sun was shining off the blue water as a
young boy swam fast laps effortlessly.  Robby said,
"That's Dodger.  He's a swimming champion."  I jumped
at the first word from Robby because I hadn't heard
him come back into the room.  He was now wearing
boardy swim wear and a plain white T-shirt... sandals
on his feet.

"Let's go say hello to him" is what Robby said next.
As he said it, he squeezed the back of my neck which
gave me goose bumps on both my arms.  He kept his hand
on the back of my neck and sort of led me out of his
room and down the stairs.  Even though we hardly knew
each other, Robby was so sincere about everything that
it didn't seem odd  he was being so familiar with the
touching.  Don't get me wrong, I liked him squeezing
the back of my neck just fine... in retrospect it was
just such an unexpected thing for a shy person to do.


Anyway, out the back door and down the steps we go...
Dodger was now drying off with a big beach towel.  As
soon as he saw us he put a great smile on his face.
Robby let go of my neck so that he and Dodger could
give each other a quick hug... and then they gave each
other a quick-as-a-wink kiss on the lips.  Dodger is a
few inches shorter than Robby so, after the fast kiss,
 he went up on his toes to whisper something in
Robby's ear. Robby said, "Gee, bro... I really have no
idea".

Dodger was wearing Speedo swim trunks, light tan.  I
can't remember ever seeing anyone wearing a speedo in
real life, most of the guys wear quiksilver boardies
like Robby was wearing and like I have at home.  That
speedo didn't cover much of Dodger... which is a good
thing.  He has the hottest fifteen year old boy's body
anyone could imagine.  He's slim, like most swimmers,
with long legs... long, especially considering his
height. Although he looked just like Robby, Dodger had
dark brown hair cut very short in a crewcut and he had
brown eyes,  where Robby has blond hair and blue eyes.
 Other than those two things, they were like twins who
happened to be two years apart in age and size.

Whenever I see Robby the thought that he looked so
"new" flashes through my brain, he is so fresh and
clean looking... well, Dodger looked two years newer
and fresher, if you can imagine that.
Un-fucking-believable is what it was.  A baby faced
fifteen year old with a miniature, perfectly-formed
athletic body.  Totally and perfectly proportioned for
a boy his age, but strong looking too.  Very toned and
smooth.  And, like his brother, no noticeable body
hair... just that unblemished pinkish white skin that
you could eat off of... or,  just eat.  It was a
pleasure, and arousing, to just look at him.  And
again, like Robby, Dodger was beautifully cute, but
still with a very sweet and unassuming personality ...
no smartass teenaged, know-it-all, bullshit from
Dodger.

Dodger said to me, "Hi, Dylan... I met you at the
movies. Remember? It's really very nice to see you
again" and then he held out his hand and we shook
hands real quick.  The sun was at it hottest part of
the day right then... and very bright, so I had to
shade my eyes with a cupped hand to look at Dodger
more closely.  He  paid no attention to my staring...
instead, he asked Robby and me, "You guys want to go
in for a swim?" Robby said, "Yeah, let's have a swim
Dylan".  I was thinking, "Oh, I get it now.  Dodger
wears that speedo swim thing because he races... it's
a speedo racing swim suit.  Duh!".

Then, hearing the question about a swim, I forcing
myself to look away from Dodger to tell Robby that a
swim was a great idea, but I didn't want to go in
wearing my cargo shorts and, as a joke I added... I
don't want to go skinny dipping either.  The brothers
looked at each other and said, "Don't worry about that
Dylan... we have never been allowed to skinny dip in
our life".  Then they chuckled and Dodger added, "Not
that there's anything wrong with it."  Frankly, I
couldn't see either of these shy boys skinny
dipping... of course, I couldn't see myself doing it
either, so we were even there.

I just nodded my head and smiled.  Robby said, "The
swim suit is no problem though.  Dodger, let Dylan
wear yours and you can rustle up another one."  Dodger
said, "Sure, Robby" and he pulled off his little
speedo racing suit and handed it to me.  My mouth
hanging open, I unconsciously put my hand out and took
the wet, little swim suit from him.  To me Robby said,
"It's really early for swimming so Mom hasn't gotten
our summer stuff out yet" and to Dodger he said, "I
think there might be another suit in the linen closet
upstairs.  You know the one Dodger, that old green
boardie suit from last year". I looked from one of
them to the other and then down at the little speedo
swim suit.  First thing I noticed was a brown skid
mark along the inside crack, and pee stains on the
tiny inside front part.  My dick twitched.

To say I was flabbergasted would be a major
understatement. First off, Dodger was now standing in
front of me totally naked.  When he was wearing the
speedo he was almost naked... now, the rest.  And,
"the rest" caused me to gawk at him even more... his
regular sized, young teenage cock and balls were just
as perfect as the rest of him.  He stood there with a
smug look on his adorable face,  as relaxed as if he
were fully dressed.

If you've ever seen a perfect generic pencil drawing
of a teenagers penis, balls and bush... in a school
health study-guide for example, that's what Dodger's
looked like.  A perfect drawing.  His dick was
slightly longer than Chubby's, about five inches I'd
guess... regular diameter, cut but the foreskin still
covered the lower third of his dick's perfectly shaped
pink head.  Not a hair on his nuts and his pubic hairs
were sparse and the ones he had were more like head
hair than pubic hair.  The thought of having that
penis in my mouth had me stuttering as I held the
little swim suit up, "Ah ah wa why.. are you sure you
want to do this?  I'd be happy to wear that old green
boardie one from upstairs."

Dodger said, "No, it's OK Dylan, you wear that one in
your hand.  I'll  need to look for the other one... it
could take a little while.  You and Robby can have a
swim in the meantime."  I looked at Robby and he was
nodding his head "Yes"... he said, "change right here,
Dylan... the neighbors can't see our pool."  The
brothers both looked expectantly at me and, what the
hell... I dropped my cargo shorts.   Dodgers leaned
over and pulled my jockey underwear down.  I froze,
looking down for a moment. "That looks cool".   Then,
looking up to see who said that... you couldn't tell
because both brothers have the exact same voice.  "The
shaved pubes, I mean".  It was Dodger.  I stood there
with my cock and balls swinging in the breeze, holding
that tiny bathing suit, wondering ..."what the
fuck?"...

Robby pulled off his T-shirt and, stepping out of his
sandals, and said "Come on in Dylan" ... he took four
steps toward the pool and dove in without hardly a
splash.  I watched with my mouth still hanging open,
like I was retarded.  Then looking back at Dodger who
was still standing there, now with a slight grin on
his friendly, cute face... he was absently pulling on
his five inch pud.  I stupidly watched him do that for
a few seconds until Dodger said, "Here, I'll help.  Ya
ever wear a racing speedo before?"  He took the speedo
from my hand as I mumbled, "No, I never have". He
said, "Oh man, they're wicked tight and this ones
almost too small for me so it's going to be very
interesting to see how you fit in it.  But, I'll bet
you'll like it".

Holding the leg opening wide with his fingers,
kneeling at my feet, he encouraged me, "Step into it
Dylan.  It's not hard" and he chuckled at that a bit
adding, "You're like in a trance or something".
Wondering if that "it's not hard" comment was a double
entendre, I stepped into the one leg and then the
other... Dodger pulled the speedo up my legs.  At my
crotch he held my penis against my belly and said,
"Pull up the suit the rest of the way while I hold
your dick like this.  It'll be more comfortable if
your dick is side-ways.  I quickly pulled up the suit
as my cock started firming up.  Dodger said, "There,
that's not too bad, Huh?" and he put the fingers of
one hand inside the waistband to adjust me some more,
pushing my firming-up cock down a little, asking,
"Feel OK, Dylan?"  I said, "Uh huh".

A weird thought snuck into my head..."why don't I feel
his fingernails on my cock?"  Looking at his other
hand I spotted the first, and probably the only
imperfection on Dodger.  He's a fingernail biter.
Every fingernail is bitten down to the cuticle and
every fingertip was red and sore looking, just the
soft finger pads were touching my penis.  I gently
pulled his fingers out of the speedo and held his hand
up to look at it.  Dodger let me hold his hand as if
it was the most natural thing in the world.  "You bite
your nails?" I asked, like an idiot.  "How'd you
guess?" he asked grinning at me.  I grinned back and
all of a sudden realized the ludicrous situation of
him standing in front of me naked and me holding his
hand. Letting go of his hand I said, "Just a wild
guess.  I use to do that too, ya know.  Go get your
swim suit and I'll tell ya how I finally stopped
biting mine." Dodger asked, "biting your, what?" and
he laughed again.  I said, "Nails".

Dodger grinning from ear to ear, turned, and jogged up
to the back door as I took in a long breath... he had
the most perfect hairless ass I've ever seen on
anyone.  Nice half melon buttocks, sticking up a bit
and firm looking.  They didn't jiggle at all as he
jogged up the steps.  I groped myself in that tiny,
tiny swim wear and turned to look at the pool.  It had
been less than a minute since Robby had done his
perfect dive... he was swimming casually and
effortlessly on his back.  "Glancing over he said,
"Come on in Dylan".  Just to show him that I'm an
excellent diver too, I did a clumsy cannonball which
drenched Robby and that got him laughing.  These two
are the best natured boys I've ever met.

If I let myself think about Dodger holding my dick I'd
get hard so I purposely kept up a conversation with
Robby about the autographs, and the Red Sox, and does
he ever get to Fenway park, and... like that.  As I've
said before, Robby is easy to converse with after you
get to know him a little.  After a while I swam over
to the side of the pool and had my elbows up on the
edge behind me, with my feet floating out in front of
me, talking away when Robby goes under water and swims
the length of the pool to come up between my legs.

He comes up laughing and then he had to hold onto me
to keep my elbows from slipping off the edge and me
then going underwater backwards.  In the process there
is a lot of crotch rubbing which is all I needed to
get me springing the rest of the boner that started
with Dodger playing with my dick helping me into the
speedo. For a moment I wondered if Robby grabbed my
crotch on purpose.. and then discounted that
possibility when he sincerely apologized for getting
rough.  His light blond hair looked darker, soaking
wet and plastered against his head like it was... it
made him look even more identical to Dodger who had
the crewcut brown hair.  I wanted to put my arm around
Robby's neck and hug him and give him a kiss, just
like I fantasized doing that other time... but I
didn't.  Then a slight ripple in the water... it was
Dodger diving in the pool.

He reminded me of seals I'd seen at the aquarium.
They didn't seem to be doing much body movement yet
they streaked in the water at high speed... that was
Dodger.  With seemingly no effort he skimmed across
the top of the water or streaked like a seal
underneath it.  I thought, "that's impossible!
Unbelievable!".  I don't know why that surprised me
though, everything about Robby and Dodger is pretty
much unbelievable.  It was sure fun to look at them
though.  Always a grin or a friendly smile on their
beautiful faces.

After a few minutes of showing off his water skills,
Dodger swam over to me with a big grin on his face and
deliberately goosed me with both hands while asking,
"How's the swim suit feel?"  Well, at that moment it
felt like I was going to cum in it, but I didn't say
that.  I said, "It's wicked small and tight... it's
giving me a stiffy."  Dodger said, "Oh, is that what
that is?  I thought you had a banana in there" and he
swam underwater back and forth the length of the
pool... I was gasping for breath just watching him and
wondering, "doesn't he need to breath?"

Later on, sitting in deck chairs around the pool, I
told Dodger how I stopped biting my nails. The nail
biting started when I was eleven and it lasted through
age thirteen.  I'd bite my nails just as drastically
as Dodger bit his.  Finally that habit was driving me
nuts so I put this bitter substance Mom got me on my
fingernails every single day and asked Chubby to yell
at me when he saw me biting in spite of the bitter.
It took three or four miserable months to break the
habit with Chubby and me coming close to a few fights,
but once broken... I then got in the habit of not
biting my nails and that has stuck till the present.
Dodger and Robby stared at me and absorbed every word
I said, nodding their heads to encourage me on.

When I'd finished Robby said, "That's a good way to
break the habit and I'll help you Dodger whenever you
want to quit."  Dodger said, "Thanks Dylan and thanks
for offering the help Robby".  I said, "So, ya going
to try to quit?"  Dodger, matter-of-factly  said, "No,
I don't want to".  Robby said, "He enjoys biting his
nails, Dylan".  I laughed so hard I almost fell out of
the chair.  If they were putting on a comedy act they
were doing a good job of it... maybe their act is just
to fuck with my head, I didn't know and I didn't
care... I thought they were great.  Robby and Dodger
looked at each other and then they both looked at me,
with a half smile on his face Robby asked, "What's so
funny?"  I shook my head and said, "You guys are
great".  They looked puzzled and just then the back
door opened and their mother and father came down the
steps.

The parents were young and very good looking.  The mom
had brown hair and the dad had light blond hair cut
real close like Dodgers.  Robby, Dodger, and the
parents gave each other quick hugs and little quick
kisses on the cheek.  I was introduced by Robby and
when he explained  I was the one who got him on the
school newspaper...  Oh my goodness, you'd think I'd
given Robby a scholarship to college.  They made the
biggest deal out of it.  After a bit of small talk
they invited me to stay for dinner which I declined
explaining that Chubby and me always ate dinner
together... and then I had to quickly explain our
relationship and being home alone and all.  That led
to Mr Dickers telling Robby to give me a ride home in
the pick-up.  After I'd changed back into my cargo
shorts and T-shirt and we were just about to leave,
Mrs Dickers had an idea.

"Robby will be working for the business this summer,
but we need another lawn boy... maybe you'd like to
work with us too, Dylan.  It's basically cutting grass
and yard work, but it pays seven dollars an hour and
you'll be out in the fresh air all day.  You know,
working together, you boys might enjoy yourselves
while you earn some decent money."  I was thrilled to
have the offer of a steady job this summer, and to be
working with Robby?  Are you kidding, count me in...
although I didn't put it quite like that, I accepted
with thanks.  Well, I needed working papers and I'd
have to fill out a work application and give them
health insurance information etc, but it was all
formalities.  I had the job.

Robby dropped me off at my house before six o'clock...
Chubby wasn't home yet so I sat on the outside steps
and smoked a cigarette trying to figure everything
out.  First, it was too bad that Dodger wouldn't be
working with us, he couldn't because he wasn't sixteen
yet.  Next, how much is seven dollars an hour per
week.  When I figured that out, it was "WOW".. two
hundred and eighty dollars a week.  With Chubby's
money and my money we'd have our driver's licenses
before July.  Maybe we can chip in for a used car too.
 This is great!  Then, finishing the cigarette, I
tried to figure out why it is that Robby seems so
excited that he and I are becoming friends.  Doesn't
he have tons of friends already?  He's a popular kid
in high school, on the baseball team and all... or is
he?

Also, what's with all the balls grabbing and naked
stuff and grabbing my penis and all of the double
entendre and changing in the back yard... what's with
all that?  If those two are gay it's going to be like
I died and went to heaven... the thought of doing sexy
stuff with either of them, or god forbid, both of them
had me groping myself right there on the steps.
"What, ya got jock itch, Dylan, or you just playing
with yourself again?"  It was Chubby sneaking up on me
from my blind side.  Exaggeratedly groping my balls I
said,  "Hey, dude... just thinking about you, that's
all".  Chubby looks around and in a stage whisper
voice says, "God damnit Dylan. I told you about saying
stuff like that.  If people hear that they might think
we're queer, for fuck sake... us hooking up together
all the time and all, they might get the wrong fucking
idea.  Ya know what I mean?"

We'd had this discussion a number of times and usually
I kid him even more by saying something like... kiss
me, Chubby.  He gets madder and madder and we end up
wrestling, which lately I'd especially love to do with
him.. but today I just say, "I know Chubby.  Sorry.
Come on inside, I got good news to tell you about.
I'll tell ya while we're getting dinner ready".
Chubby went right back to the gay lecture saying,
"Jesus, Dylan, how many times do I have to keep
reminding you about this kind of thing.  Once you get
a reputation it's hard to change it.  You don't know
shit about gossip, do ya?"

Oh man, I tried to keep the smile off my face, but I
could just feel a full fledged "Chubby-lecture" coming
my way.  He looked so hot with his baseball cap on
backwards and his sunburned nose and that freaking
cute chin... I love that kid.  I tried to head off the
lecture by agreeing with him completely,  "I know,
you're right Chubby.  Yeah, I'll watch that." and then
I told him about my job.  Chubby was immediately into
his mathematics mode and calculated in his head how
much money we'd have combined by the end of July.
"More than we need for the insurance, Dylan!  Oh fuck,
we're going to have our own car for our senior year.
That fucking Robby Dickers is coming through for us.
Cutting grass, fuck! I'd rather do that then washing
windows."

He was anxious for me to ask Mr and Mrs Dickers if
they could use another boy this summer.  I can't tell
you how excited I was at that prospect!  A chance to
get Chubby away from that pea-brained Ricky.. oh man!.
 After eating,  we had the Red Sox on TV in the
background as Chubby and I worked together to put this
detailed poster together that Chubby needed for
Science class tomorrow.  It took us until bed time and
we were both kind of cranky by the time it was
finished... what a pain in the ass that was.

Next day was Wednesday and in school Robby and me ate
lunch together and it was like we were best friends.
Spending that afternoon at Robby's house turned out
better than I could have hoped for except now I learn
that, unfortunately, I was the last boy the Dickers
needed for lawn work this summer.   My dream of Chubby
and me working together... and even more importantly,
my dream of separating Ricky and Chubby, wasn't going
to work out.  I sort of moped through the rest of the
day about that.

After school I was determined to do my four mile run.
It's a good thing Chubby and I ran on Sunday or it
would have been four days in between my running and
you can lose your wind, like Chubby was experiencing,
if you don't run regularly.   My running was going
nicely for the first two miles and as I came up to the
rest area cut-off I gave a thought to taking that
cut-off trail, but in the end I ran on by.  Then a few
hundred yards past the cut-off I stopped and turned
around.  Thinking, "Fuck it!  If the Marine is there I
have some things to get off my chest."   Carl has
filled me completely in on the "dominant" thingie that
the Marine was into so I know where he's coming from
now and I know what to expect and how I should react.
Now, all I need are the guts to test out my new
Carl-induced attitude.

My heart did start pumping hard as I slowed to a walk
near the rest area.  I took a big breath and walked
around the last group of trees and he was there at our
pee tree taking a big piss.  He heard me rustle around
past the trees, but he wouldn't look up.  I waited a
few seconds more and then said, "What's your name?" I
was taking charge today, God damnit!  Still without
looking up he said, "Tom Delcarman, what's your's?"  I
mumbled, " Dylan Newman"... and then I said, "I know
where you work so no use lying about your name because
I can check up on it any time I want to."  He shook
his long cock of the last pee drops and put everything
away.  Then in an unconcerned, bored voice he said,
"Come over here and look at my dog-tags if you don't
believe me."

OK! I was feeling braver by the second.  Walking right
up to him and then waiting, tapping my toe, a tiny bit
nervously.  He pulled out two metal dog tags that were
on a chain around his neck and I held them in front of
my eyes to read.  My head was very close to Tom's
chest and his scent was one hundred percent sexy.
Each dog tag had his last name, his first name, his
social security number, his blood type and his
religion. Delcarman, Thomas, 196 54 0605, TYPE A,
Catholic... was stamped on both tags.

Nodding my head slightly I mumbled, "Jeez, these are
the first dog tags I've ever seen".  He ignored my
stupid comment and asked, "What else would you like to
know?"  "How old are you?" He said, "I was twenty-one
last month."  I couldn't think of anything else to ask
him... mostly because he was looking me so steadily in
the eyes I couldn't think clearly... all I could think
of was how handsome he is... and how still he was.
Totally relaxed and oozing confidence. I released his
dog tags and stepped back looking at his face.  He has
those cloudy blue eyes and that wicked short hair that
was soft on top and he had his five o'clock shadow
again this afternoon.

After fifteen seconds... "Do you want to mess around
this afternoon?"  He asked me that in a regular voice,
just like you'd ask if someone would like a cigarette
or something.  I didn't reply to that, but said
instead,  "I know all about that dominant act you're
using with me and it's not right because it doesn't
give me any say in our "messing around", as you call
it."  Tom said, "If I'm doing anything you don't like
just say the word "No" and I'll stop... and we won't
do anything together ever again."  He waited and again
I couldn't get past his staring eyes, so he added... "
I'd never hurt you in any case.  Certain things might
be unpleasant at first, but once you get use to them
they'll give you sexual pleasure."  He was being so
nice, talking in such a regular manner... not
particularly dominant, not at all as a matter of fact.

After waiting for me to say something for another ten
seconds he came out with, "If we do mess around,
Dylan... I'm going to be in charge of it.  You might
as well get use to that idea."  I still couldn't make
up my mind what to do.  He asked again, "Well, do ya
want to mess around or not?"  This time he sounded a
little more impatient... a little more like his old
self.  I wanted to say, "No, not today, Tom.  Meet me
here Friday and we'll see how I feel about it at that
time."  but what I meekly said instead was, "Yes".  He
said, "Well, pull your pants down, turn around, and
pee then".

The last few times running I'd done so without a
jockstrap, like Tom did that time.  It was more
pleasant running without one.  So it was just my
running shorts I caught under my balls and then I
turned to face away from him,  already feeling like a
little kid again.  He put his arm under my chin and
tightened it on my neck, real hard at first... like he
was pissed at me, and I immediately was up tight
against him... my back molded into his chest... I was
standing very straight and stiff the way he liked.
Maybe I was trying to get him to say "good" to me like
he'd done in the past a couple of times.  I was also
thinking, "Tom, hmmm.  Nice, plain name for a Marine".
 Then I thought, "Shit, I should have asked him about
his wife."

He had my chin up high... causing me to go up on my
toes again as he rubbed under my T-shirt with the palm
of his hand... he rubbed lightly all over my chest and
down my belly to the top of my penis.  His arm hair
was tickling my jaw and I tried to move my head a
little to itch there on his arm... his muscles bulged
as he stopped feeling my body then and moved his arm
to the side of my neck quickly.  My shoulder was all
of a sudden against his armpit...it made my backside
stick out sideways, away from his crotch.  I was
pretty sure I knew why he had me positioned like this.
 I became even more sure of it when he pulled down my
shorts in the back. I started to get a slight stiffy
thinking he was going to do that finger fucking up my
hole again.  That is so hot rubbing my prostate
button. Carl explained to me about, and how it was
connected to cuming, adding some extra juicy matter
and all.  So, that's cool......

Then the world exploded on me....  my head was a red
flash of pain and I was dancing from toe to toe
squealing as a I heard a loud slap like a delayed
reaction ... like breaking the sound barrier and you
hear the explosion a few seconds later.  The explosion
was a burning pain on my ass and on the top of my
right leg... then another explosion and I blubbered
"Ouch, ouch, oh! oh!" and then another.  The right
side of my ass was a waste land of burning pain...
tears were rolling down my face and mucus oozing from
my nose.  After four explosions the Marine wrapped me
up roughly in his arms then said,  "Ok, that's over
with now.  You're alright, but stop that blubbering or
I'll spank you some more.  Stop it right now!".
Incredibly I began to feel like he was looking out for
me now, that he didn't want to have to spank me
anymore... that he was actually the one protecting
me... instead of being the one who had spanked me in
the first place.

That was the first time in my life anyone smacked my
bare ass.  Mom never gave me corporal punishment.
When she wanted to punish me for bad behavior she'd
take away privileges...  like no more watching TV or I
wasn't allowed to play with Chubby or no going on my
computer ... and the lectures, oh my God... a spanking
might have been easier to take then Mom's droning
lectures.  Here, in the instance of my very first
spanking,  I began acting like I had that Stockholm
syndrom deal.  You know,  where I start relating to my
capturer, my torturer.  I snuggled against him for
comfort as the pain subsided to a dull burn.  He said
in that hypnotic voice of his, "Do you know why I had
to punish you?"  I said in a questioning manner,
"Because I disrespected you?"  He said, "Yes, that's
it... but do you know how you disrespected me".

At first I guessed it was me asking his name and then
not believing him until he showed me his dog tags,
then I guessed it was me asking his age or not
standing up straight or talking to him like a smart
ass.  None of those things was correct and, in fact,
he said he was proud of me for insisting on knowing
those few things about him and he was happy with my
posture too... he respected those things, that's not
why he spanked me.  I couldn't snuggle into his hairy
arms close enough to suit me... it was so comforting
not being spanked and I was so grateful the spanking
was over I hugged him around his waist, the top of my
head next to his cheek... it was so cosy in his arms.

I was still mystified about the reason for the
spanking though... and then, just like that,  it was
crystal clear to me.  I said, "Oh yeah, I know... it's
because I didn't take care of my bush".  He told me,
"Bingo! That's it!".  He explained that he'd only
given me one instruction, just one...  and I couldn't
even be bothered to take care of that one thing.  To
myself I thought,  "Oh shit!   Chubby and I would have
done our legs and pubes last night except for his
special school project that we had worked on all
evening".  It wouldn't do any good to give an excuse
to the Marine though, so I just said, "I'm sorry".

He quietly explained that if I thought it was OK to
ignore the only thing he'd asked of me... well, what
did that say about how much respect I had for him?
Lack of respect must be punished or how could we do
anything together.  My thought was... Tom must be some
kind of psychology expert or something because he
seems to knows how to manipulate my thinking.  He
actually had me feeling guilty about it.  I knew that
there was something very wrong an illogical about what
he'd just said... something didn't add up, but in my
present state of mind what that "something"  was
alluded me completely.

Tom asked, "Shall we start over?"  I meekly said, "OK"
and he moved me back to my normal position... my back
against his chest.  He took hold of my limp dick with
his thumb and index finger and told me to pee.  A weak
spurt at first, then a regular stream of pee... I
didn't have to go real bad because I hadn't been
drinking water along the trail today.  When I was done
he left my dick hanging out as usual, but told me he
wouldn't be sucking me off because of my scratchy
pubic stubble.  He was still going to allow me to suck
his cock though... and he'd help me get myself off. I
mumbled, "Thank you, Tom" and then I was mad at
myself... what am I thanking him for?

Tom was right back to his all-business-tough-Marine
persona saying, "Here, suck on my finger...  I'm going
to finger your hole while you jerk yourself off."
Like before, he was back to "telling", not "asking".
What the hell... I sucked on his middle finger and
while I was doing that he got me started by stroking
my cock.  He used the same two fingers he'd used to
hold my dick when I peed... now he used them to drag
and push my foreskin over the head of my cock until I
was sporting a semi-boner.   As soon as I was a little
hard he took his finger from my mouth and pushed it
way up my ass.. all the way up until his knuckles were
pressed against my buttocks... my right buttock still
stung from my spanking.  I groaned because at first
that hurt, but it didn't hurt for long.  It quickly
began to feel good... Tom knew what he was doing and
soon I had my six inch metal pipe sticking straight
out from my five o'clock shadow pubic patch.  Tom
said, "Go ahead...  jerk yourself off like I told ya
to".

The feeling in my hole was so excellent it quickly got
me squirming and moaning... the spanking all but
forgotten.  I stroked the foreskin up and over the
swollen head of my cock, and then down, and then, back
over... ohhhh, it felt soooo good.  Tom relentlessly
fingering on my prostate and I was arching my back
going " Ahhh " "Ohh"   Stroking my boner faster... and
up on my toes again with my back arched as much as I
could arch it... my crotched pushed out as far as I
could push it, and "Ohhh..I'm cuming!"  and a long
string of cum burned out the pee slit of my cock...
and another smaller one... and "Ahhh" another, and
then, continuing to milk cum up from my two nuts to
drool over my fist I began trying to breath more
regularly.  Me with a hot red face and shorts fast
breaths bursting out between my lips, a pounding in my
head and a pounding heart in my chest...oh my God,
that was so good.  With Tom involved, it had all felt
so much better than me jerking myself off alone.

Still lazily pulling on my semi-limp dick I leaned
back against the Marine... my head back on his
shoulder.  Tom's finger up my hole felt different now
as he began pulling up on my anus, "Ok, Dylan... over
here now".  Snapping out of my revelry I walked in the
direction he guided me... over to the bench as it
turned out... it was necessary I do it on my tip toes.
  Tom, using that finger up my ass to guide me,
pushing and pulling my hole this way and that.  "Come
on, let's move it" .. I held on to the arm he had
around my belly... if I didn't  I'd probably fall over
on my face.

At the bench he pulled his finger out and I got on my
knees in my regular position with my back pressed up
against the edge of the bench seat.  "You'll need to
clean this first" and he pushed the finger he'd had up
my ass against my lips.  What could I do?... I opened
and sucked on that disgusting finger.  The acrid,
horrid taste amazingly went away within ten seconds.
I sucked on the finger for another minute after the
taste disappeared before Tom pulled it out... it was
now clean and pink.  His hand looked like a young
kid's hand... well, after all, he had just turned
twenty-one.  "No deep throating today.  I want you to
suck me off the way you normally suck your buddies
off."

Tom, the Marine, of course stood-up straight... it was
natural for him.   Taking his limp dick in my fist I
stroked it and then began licking the head as if it
were an ice cream cone.  That's one of the things Carl
insisted I do when sucking cock.  I'd begin my lick
about three inches below the head... then up to and
over the head, making sure to try and get the tip of
my tongue in the pee slit as my tongue past by it.
After a few of those laps, Tom brought his hands
around from behind his back and held onto my head
loosely... then played with my short hair with his
fingers muttering, "Feels OK so far".  With that
strong endorsement  I increased my licking, now
starting close to the bottom of his cock and all the
way up to the pee slit... quickly, over and over.  He
grunted once and went... "Woooo" real softly.

When his cock was as hard as a steel pole I began
licking from under his balls... this was what Carl
always liked the best.  Under and over the nut sac
quickly a number of times... and then I'd suck in one
nut at a time and tongue it for all I was worth.
After a couple of minutes I heard Tom say, "Jesus!"
and he started squirming.  Carl would be proud of me
because now I had Tom hot.. the head of his cock had a
big drip of precum right at the slit.  Pushing out his
ball with my tongue and sucking the head of his boner
into my mouth and lapping at that swollen red head
like a cat licking up a bowl of milk.  Tom was making
humming sounds, holding onto my shoulders now.  I like
sucking young guys cocks and Tom had a choice one so I
found myself with a hard cock too.

I'd started jerking myself off about the time I was
sucking on his nuts, but I wasn't really conscious of
it until a bit later.  Tom was putting out quite a bit
of precum  and I continued sucking it down my throat
when... all of a sudden he goes, "grrrrrrrr  ahhhhh"
and shoots a long creamy load of cum in my mouth.  I
was swallowing it really well until the second
mouthful...  I started to cough and then  sucked cum
up my sinuses again and it sprayed out both nostrils.
Like the last time, I desperately tried to get air in
through my nose, but it was clogged with creamy Marine
cum so it was quite uncomfortable for me the next
minute or two.  I'd been just on the verge of cuming
myself when the cum went up my nose... by the time I
could swallow normally and breath again the hope for a
second climax had passed me by.  Still it was a hot
time.  Tom was grumbling, "Ok that wasn't bad."

He helped me up and let me use his little towel to
blow my nose in and then he tossed this towel into the
same wire basket he'd tossed the last one in. He said,
"I can't promise to be here every other day anymore.
My assignment hours are changing... so, about this
time of the afternoon wait for me here each day you
run.  If I don't show by three fifteen I'm probably
not going to make it.  I'll try to be here Friday and
if I am I'll show you how good it feels to be rimmed.
Also, think about me fucking you, which is going to
happen soon.  Are you on board with all this?"  I
nodded my head up and down slightly, trying to follow
what he was saying.

Seeing my head nod, he said, "Good!  I can see you're
a boy who needs hot sex... some like it, you "need"
it."  I was standing close in front of him and he sort
of stopped what he was saying and pulled my head over
to his face, "Jesus, you smell better than my wife"
and he did what I think was a quick kiss on the side
of my head.  " I gotta get out of here now.  See ya
Friday, maybe.  Oh yeah, wash yourself down there real
good, I don't want to taste shit in that crack of
your's" and with that delightful thought he took off
at a slow jog.

I pulled up my pants watching him disappear around a
clump of trees. Then, without thinking, I sat down on
the bench and immediately hopped right up again... the
right cheek of my ass was still very tender from the
spanking.  I sat on my left side mostly and thought
about what had happened this afternoon with my Marine,
Tom Delcarman.  First thing I wondered about ... does
he ever smile, or laugh?  He must, right?  Maybe I'll
see him do it sometime.  Next thing I considered was
how quickly  he had gotten totally back in control...
starting with the spanking.  But then I thought... no,
wait a second... he had compromised with me in the way
I sucked him off... he was aware I didn't like the
deep throat action and allowed me to do it my way.
Then I wondered if that were true, or if he's using
his psychological skills to make me think he's giving
in to my wishes.  Oh man....

Getting a headache, I got up and started walking back
toward the main trail.  Who am I kidding, I can't
figure him out. I made him give me his name though.
So that's something.  Did I enjoy myself today?
Well, get serious, the spanking was a killer, but I
know how to avoid another one of those... take care of
my bush.  And, oh yeah, keep clean "down there".
That's a new assignment for me.  Jogging slowly in
deference to my stinging right buttock, I decided,
overall,  I actually had enjoyed myself.  But why?  Do
I need to talk with Carl more?  It's like... I don't
know if I can even admit to liking the Marine.  I'm
intrigued by him and I'm probably going to see him
again, but I'm going to see him on a day by day basis
from now on... another bizarre incident, though...
like that spanking, and that very well might be enough
for me to say... bye bye to this adventure.

Going slowly at first and then loosing up enough to
run regularly I got back home in pretty good time.
Both Moms were up at Tris' place so I went up to say
"hi".  We talked a bit and then I dropped the latest
news on them... about my summer job.  They were proud
of me now.  Both Chubby and me had gotten summer jobs
for ourselves.  Mine didn't start till school was out,
but that wasn't too far in the future and they thought
it was fabulous us boys will be paying for our own
auto insurance.  They were getting ready for work so I
went down and did that bath routine again.  It was
quite a luxury to lay in a bath and doze off a little.
 Nice.

Getting dressed around five o'clock I heard the
outdoor close and discovered it was Chubby dragging
himself upstairs.  He stopped on the steps to tell me
that he was sick.  I went up to help him because he
appeared to be weak as a kitten.  First thing was to
help him get his shorts off so he could get on the
toilet.  Whoa!  Terrible diarrhea.  Sweat broke out on
his forehead as he strained to get it all out.  I felt
his forehead and he was feverish.  After I helped him
wipe himself and then helped him get fully undressed
and into his bed naked, I gave him two Tylenol.  "Stay
with me, Dylan... would ya?  I don't feel good".  Of
course I stayed.  I sat on his desk chair and stared
at him as he lay in bed with his eyes closed,
breathing silently.

Just when I thought he was asleep his eyes flashed
open and he said, "I'm going to throw-up" ... which he
did, but I'd managed to swing his waste basket over to
him and he threw-up in that while hanging his head
over the side of the bed.  Well, most of it went in
the waste basket.  What a disgusting job cleaning that
mess up... Jesus!  But, I got it cleaned up just in
time to help him back on the toilet.  He must have
some kind of flu bug... I had something like this last
year and it was a twenty-four hour thing... I hope
Chubby's is only twenty-four hours too because this
nursing stuff sucks!!

Chubby didn't have much left in him by now, but he was
wicked thirsty so I made up a container of
Kiwi-Watermelon Koolaid and he drank most of the quart
during the next half hour and then he did fall into a
deep sleep.  I got my stuff for bed, left a note
downstairs for my Mom and one upstairs for Chubby's
Mom explaining what's up, and then had soup for my
dinner.  Chubby was still sleeping so I did my
homework and as much of his as I could and then
crawled in bed with him, right up against his back...
he didn't feel feverish anymore, so that's good.  Next
thing I knew Chubby was coming out of the bathroom.
It was pitch black outside.  "I just peed, Dylan,
that's all.  I think I'm gonna be OK now."  He got
back in bed and snuggled up to me and said, "Hug me
like we use to do, OK?  It makes me feel better"  He
didn't have to ask me twice.

Next morning Chubby's Mom made him stay home from
school so I had to walk alone.  I thought about me
hugging Chubby in bed last night...  I'd almost cried,
well... I did have tears in my eyes last night because
it felt so good to hug him so openly.  Like I've
said... I got it bad for Chubby now.  When I knew he
was deep asleep last night, I put my nose against the
back of his neck and inhaled a long, long breath of
Chubby's own personal odor.  It gave me a boner just
smelling him like that.  I had his limp body held in
my arms so snugly... God, I love that boy.   Then
while thinking these thought, all of a sudden I
started thinking, "What the fucks up with all this
wimpy stuff I was doing... my teenage-girl with a
crush act ... it all started pissing me off!"  I
actually got mad at myself for being so
melodramatic... screaming in my head,   "This
lovey-dovey stuff you're thinking is much too
girly-boy for you Dylan!   Don't be so pathetic! "  I
can get pretty hard on myself when I need to...

"Whoa, I'm getting so emotional with my feelings for
Chubby!  Get real!"  That's what I told myself walking
to school, smoking a cigarette... "get tougher, you
pussy!"  I told myself that too.  In school I stopped
in the boys lavatory to check myself out.  Fussed with
my hair a little... last Saturday Carl had cut it
shorter than Chubby usually cuts it, but it looked
good anyway... light blond, short, spiked hair...
that's how I had it this morning.  I was satisfied I
looked OK and went searching for Robby, but ran into
his brother, Dodger, instead.  Dodger's a Freshman.
When he saw me, he goes...  "Dylan, good morning!
You're looking so cool, dude. How ya doing?"  Dodger
is so upbeat and smiley and fresh and new and wicked
cute... oh man, he's something.  We did the one arm
hug with a few pats on each other's back and I said,
"Dude!"

We walked toward my homeroom as Dodger happily told me
that his Dad had gotten Red Sox tickets from someone
he works for... they're for Friday night... four
tickets.  I didn't want to let myself get too excited,
but it sounded like I might be invited.  Wrong!  As I
find out, they're going as a family.  Jeez, just my
luck... a close knit family.  Ya gotta ask
yourself..."Who's Mom goes to a Red Sox game?"  In
reality it should be Mr Dickers, his two sons, and if
there's an extra ticket... invite one of his son's
friends?  Geez, like Chubby says... it ain't fucking
rocket science, ya know.

When I met up with Robby later, in homeroom, he told
me about the Red Sox tickets too.  I pretended I was
excited for him, but truth is, I was jealous.  Chubby
and me have been to Fenway Park exactly twice in our
entire lives.  It's just too expensive to go to a Red
Sox game.  At lunch I dropped hints to Robby trying to
get myself invited over for another swim this
Saturday.  I was saying how awesome their pool is, and
how impressed I was at the way Dodger and Robby got
along, and this and that, and how much fun I had over
there, and... and, no invite.  It surprised me because
I'd thought we hit it off real well.  But I thought
about it in English class and concluded that maybe
they're having company over on Saturday, or
something... it doesn't have to be that they don't
like me.  Now-a-days on Saturdays, Chubby works so
that makes it kind of a long lonely day for me.  We
use to love Saturdays... Chubby and me.

So, a long lonely walk home thinking about being gay
and wandering if it's better to be in "ignorant bliss"
by not knowing how good gay sex felt... or... was it
better to, once in a while, enjoy some gay sex knowing
that most of the time you can't have it... and
therefore you'll be missing it like mad... missing it
because you've experienced how "hot" it is when you
can have it... hmmmm?  Then I wondered why Carl hasn't
called me.  He said he really wanted to hook-up and
"get together" with me before he went to Maine.  He'd
be going there right after graduation which must be
happening pretty soon now.

Then I was thinking about how good Carl had fucked me
last Saturday. I said to myself... "the hell with it!
I'm calling him when I get home".  Yeah, and right
after that phone call, for a change,  I'll get to hang
out with Chubby all afternoon.  He didn't go to
school, so he sure ain't going to work.  Wrong again!
As soon as I walked in the door I bumped into Tris who
told me Chubby got cabin fever being inside all day
and begged her to let him go to work.  "He said to
tell you he'll see you for dinner, Dylan".

Moping around downstairs, trying to decide if I was
going to run my four miles today... then I remembered
about calling Carl.  In my room, on my cell phone,  I
gave him a ring... before dialing I practiced an
off-the-cuff casual bit of conversation leading into
something like... "Oh, by the way Carl, there's a
chance I'm free on Saturday... perhaps we can
hook-up."  At that point I expect Carl will start
almost begging me to see him on Saturday.  But, no...
wrong again!  No one answered so I left a message
saying "Yo, Carl, sup?  Give me a call back if you got
a second."  Nothing's working out for me so I might as
well go running.

The run went well.. mostly because I took my ipod and
listened to tunes the entire time.  You know, as
opposed to thinking about all that convoluted stuff
I'm always thinking about... it's all been driving me
nuts lately.  Being a gay seventeen year old, mostly
in the closet by the way, ain't all it's cracked up to
be... or more accurately, it is all it's cracked up to
be, which is to say... it sucks!   Home again after my
run, I talked with Mom and Tris for awhile and then
took a shower.  Heard the outside front door close
while I was drying and that had me concerned. Who
could that be?

Pulling on a pair of running shorts and stepping into
some sandals I went out our front door to investigate.
 Nothing there so I went up to Chubby's place.  The
Moms had gone to work, but Chubby's front door was
ajar.  Of course I went inside... hearing a sound from
Chubby's bedroom I went in there.  As it turns out the
sound had come from his bathroom... Chubby was sitting
on the toilet again.  He looked up as I pushed the
door open and said, "Jeez, Dylan... I'm taking a crap.
 How bout some fucking privacy!"  I liked the sound of
that because it sounded suspiciously like the old
Chubby... he must be feeling better.  I sat on the
side of the tub watching him trying to shit...  all
the while maintaining a smartass grin on my face.

Chubby started laughing, "You are such a dick, Dylan".
 I told him he wasn't calling me names yesterday when
I was "nursing" him back to health...  he sure hadn't
minded me being his nurse yesterday.  He said, "Oh
yeah, that's right.... you're a pretty good nurse
alright, so get to work and wipe my ass, I'm  done
with my doody now, nursey."   And, I did wipe his ass
for him... with Chubby laughing out loud.  I said, "OK
dude, where's your diaper?" Later he told me he'd made
it through half his shift at work OK,  but the boss
said he was looking pale and to take off the rest of
the day.  "So here I am.  Want to hangout with me,
Dylan."  I said, "Dude, does a bear shit in the
woods".  We did our homework... just to get it out of
the way and then we had an early dinner.  "Let's do
our legs and all that stuff, Dylan... alright?"  I
said, "Dude" and Chubby said, "If you say Dude one
more fucking time I'm going to start giving you my
factoids one after another until you drop".  I said,
"Oh, no! I love ya, bro".

We went down to my basement and got out the shaving
stuff.   Chubby wanted to go first, but only after
he's had a chance to take care of my feet.  My new
plan was to cooperate with Chubby every way I could
and get him to think "Dylan" before he thought "Ricky"
whenever he might get a gay thought in that cute head
of his.  So, I said, "Chub, let me massage your feet
first".  His eyes got a litle big and he asked,
"Really?"  I pulled off his sneaker and said,
"Really".  Well, the massaging part went OK although
Chubby's feet were damp and had the routine foot odor
from being in sweat socks and sneakers all day... I
made my mind blank about that though and massaged away
trying to imitate the way he did it to me.

When, after a while, I lifted his foot to lick the
sole, Chubby went "Ahhh" and groped himself opening.
His eyes were real shiny and his normally olive
complexion was almost as pale as mine.  He was biting
his lower lip lightly, staring at me as I played with
his foot.  I licked it, gaged, and licked it again.
When I tried to suck on his toe, I thought..   "I'm
going to hurl and blow my dinner all over the room"...
so I stopped and looking up sheepish at Chubby saying,
"I'm sorry Chubby, I guess I'm not very good at this."


The color had returned to Chubby's face... he smiled
sweetly and said, "well, your foot massaging was
excellent, Dylan.  It felt wicked good.  Thanks, man".
 He's so nice... he added, "Here, my turn" and he
started in on my feet and was still licking and
sucking them twenty minutes later.  I knew he'd cum in
his pants because he didn't even try to hide the cum
stain, but I'm not sure at what point he'd actually
done it.

Later we shaved legs and crotches, but didn't do a
joint jerk-off like last time... Chubby had already
gotten himself "off" with his foot fetish.  I guess
you could say my plan backfired on me...  without me
trying to do the foot fetish stuff we probably would
have wanked together this time too.  OK, live and
learn.  Maybe Chubby wasn't feeling as "well" as he
thought because he fell asleep next to me in the
recliner... it was during the third inning of the Red
Sox, Twins game on TV.  I watched the entire game
enjoying the feel of his hot little body next to mine.
 I also was sporting a semi-boner the whole game.  Two
nights in a row I got to be next to a sleeping
Chubby... nice!

Waking Chubby after the game I asked if he needed me
to sleep with him again tonight.  He said he didn't
want to take advantage of me... that he knows I prefer
sleeping alone.  I wanted to shout... "I USED to
prefer sleeping alone... now I don't!"  But instead I
said I was here if he needed me and he staggered up to
bed.  I went to sleep too, but before dozing off I
allowed myself to get pissed-off at Carl for not even
returning my call.  And he's suppose to be "in love
with me"... what a crock that is.

Friday went by quickly... I was looking forward to
running... and looking forward to seeing Tom the
Marine again too.  In preparation for that, as soon as
I got home from school, I scrubbed my ass crack with a
wet washcloth and even forced the tip up my hole a
little.  Then I washed my nuts too.  I'd only recently
heard about rimming... from Carl, as a matter of
fact... I learned most everything I know about gay
related things from Carl.  It's hard to imagine that
rimming is sexy,  licking someone's asshole... I mean,
come on!  But, if Tom wants to lick mine, I'm all for
trying new experiences.  After all, that's what I'm
all about lately... finding out about gay sex and how
I fit into the picture. Thinking about rimming...   I
thought I "might" lick Chubby's ass, but I can't
imagine licking anyone elses'.

I was nice and clean and running easily... ran a real
good time for the first two miles.  At the rest area
cut-off I slowed to a jog and then... God damn, I
started feeling nervous again.  I thought I was over
that nervous anticipation thing with the Marine.  My
heart starting to beat too hard and I began biting my
lower lip as I walked around the last tree group
and... and nothing, the place was empty.  Maybe he's
late.  His little towel was still in the wire waste
basket and that made me think about Wednesday with
Tom... that was a strange afternoon.  After waiting
for twenty minutes I jogged back to the trail and
finished my run.  Can you believe it...  I was
disappointed he wasn't there.

Yeah, I was...even after he spanked me that last time,
I'm still disappointed he didn't show up today.  Not
that I wanted anything to do with another spanking...
God forbid!  I was disappointed we didn't get to do
our oral sex and the new thing... the rimming.  And I
liked it when he had his arm under my chin holding me
in place against his body... he has a very well built
body.  And, ya know... I missed the whole deal about
not being sure what might happen next.  You never know
with Tom.  Well, he did explain about his new
schedule.  But, damn!  I've been experiencing a hell
of a lot of disappointments recently.

Later that afternoon, after my Mom went to work, I lay
on my bed and slowly jerked off.  I was horny.  All
that laying next to Chubby's hot little body the last
two days  without any way to get myself off for fear
of  waking him.  Plus, I had no mutual jerk-off with
Chubby after the leg and pubes shaving, and no Marine
today,  and no call from Carl.  Damn!    OK, enough
about what I haven't had lately... I'll concentrate on
this jerk-off, right here, right now.  What hot thing
can I think about to help get me off?  I thought about
Carl fucking me last Saturday... and after a bit I got
a real hard cock thinking about that really hot first
fuck he'd given me... oh man!

With that picture in my head I was fisting my hard
boner, pulling the sheaf of foreskin on and off my
swollen, sensitive cock head till I got that familiar
feeling in my nuts... then that frantic last few
seconds, with my back arched off the bed and my fist
flying up and down my boner, vividly  remembering how
Carl's hard cock felt up inside me and BAM!! ...
lights went off in my head and a real hard blast of
teen cum shot straight up in the air and then in an
arc it came down to land on my bare leg... more
drooling of cum from my cock followed and I was left
gasping for air.  God damn, I love to cum!

Still stroking myself a few minutes later, I
thought... that was good,  but nothing I do by myself
is as hot as when either Carl or Tom  participates ...
you need that sexual partner in order to reach new
heights of delight, it seems so to me anyway. I've got
a lot to learn, but it sure seems like new experiences
are the key. Lets see, today is Friday...  Carl and I
fucked last Saturday and the Marine helped me get
myself off this past Wednesday, and what else...
that's it?  No wonder I'm horny.  Oh yeah, that's
right, I did cum in my pants wrestling with Chubby
Sunday night and that felt good, but jeez... that
ain't much for a sexy seventeen year old gay kid...
not for an entire week it's not. And, I'm still really
wicked horny right now... even after I just
jerked-off!  What's up with that?


I cleaned up the cum and, swallowing my pride, I
called Carl again.  His  Father answered and said Carl
was out with a friend and he'd tell him I called.
Hmmm?  I didn't know Carl had any friends.  Laying
around on the sofa, bored, when... more bad news.
Chubby came home from work  and seemed depressed and
didn't feel like going out...  What the hell?  We
always go out Friday night.  Oh well, just one more
disappointment.  We stayed in like it was a school
night and watched the Red Sox on TV again.

Just for fun, I tried to spot Dodger and Robby at the
game... amazingly I wasn't able to do that.  Hmmm?
Funny I couldn't see them in the crowd, only 37,876
people packed tight in that tiny ballpark. I was
trying to amuse myself because Chubby was being
quietly grumpy, not himself... it was weird.  I wonder
if it has something to do with him still being a
little sick or maybe.. just maybe, it was something to
do with him and that shitbird, Ricky.  That thought
sucked!  Chubby didn't even hump my leg tonight.  He
went to bed right after the game.

Saturday morning, with only myself for company the
time dragged something terrible.  Both Moms were at
the spa like they are every Saturday morning and, of
course, Chubby was all of a sudden well enough to go
to work... I didn't want to dwell on that situation
too much. But the really big thing on my mind was that
fat fuck, Carl. The more I thought about Carl not
returning my phone calls the more pissed off I got.
Finally I grabbed my cell phone and punched in his
number... I was getting more pissed off with each
number I hit.  The second ring was answered by his fat
sister who wanted to talk,  she wouldn't get off the
phone... I had to finally say, in an exasperated way,
"Please get your brother, I'm pressed for time right
now."  And then, in a pretend sweet voice I added,
"I'll call another time and you and I will chat for
hours"  she said, in a flat bored voice, "Liar!" and
then she screamed "Carl... phone!".

Waiting for Carl to answer I all of a sudden lost my
nerve to say the pissed-off things I was going to say.
 Happily he answered very apologetically, so I didn't
need my pissed off attitude.   He was being very nice
and I didn't detect any role-playing at all.  "Here's
the main thing, Dylan.  My cousin Larry and his family
are here visiting this week.  Mainly for my
graduation... and he's been stuck to me like gum on my
shoe for the last three days."  I said, "Oh, is this
"THE" cousin?" and Carl said, "The very one.  If I
could lose him and spend some time with you don't you
think I'd do it?  Come on Dylan, you know how I feel
about you and I can fuck him all summer."  My
suggestion that he come over here apparently wouldn't
work either because he still wouldn't be able to ditch
the cousin.

We tried a few other suggestions, but they wouldn't
work, for various reasons, either.  Finally,
desperate, I say, "How about we include him in".  Carl
was quiet for a few seconds and then slowly said,
"Boy, you got the hots bad. You really are anxious for
me to fuck you again, aren't you?  That makes me feel
real good, Dylan.  I heard you moaning and calling my
name when I made you cum last Saturday, but I wasn't
sure if you... you know, if you really liked me.  Now
I'm thinking you may have the hots for me, and you
maybe don't even realize it."  He was starting to get
on my nerves big time now, but he was right about one
thing... I did want him to fuck me.  I said, "Hey,
Carl... I do like you. OK?  Didn't I call you about
ten times this week?  Of course I want you to fuck
me... we're gay teens, it's a hot time, you fuck me
great, it's fun.  Why wouldn't I want it? You know..."

Carl sounded disappointed when he still had to come
back with, "Shit! It wouldn't work out Dylan.  It
would have to be the three of us and Larry would have
to be the one to fuck you.  The first fuck anyway...
well, at least the first one.  Just being honest with
you, like you want me to be... right?  I'm just a
"top", Dylan,  which gets Larry pissed-off.  Ya know,
cause I won't let him fuck me.  He'd definitely want
to fuck you.   If he sees you, he's fucking you.
Sorry, but that's the way it would be."  Grumpily, I
asked him who was running that show over there and he
said, "Well, Larry is... mostly".  Oh man, another
dead end.  I said goodbye and good luck... Carl is
graduating Monday and then heading up the road to
their summer house in Maine on Tuesday.  Maybe I
better think about jerking off again... maybe as soon
as after lunch.

I had a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich and was
thinking about making myself another one when my cell
phone rang.  Carl, talking fast and low says, "Listen,
I've been discussing this situation with Larry.  He
says he'd have to do you first of course, but then
it's OK if I do you afterward.  That's what you're
really after anyway, right?  Me fucking you the way I
did you last Saturday.. hard and rough?   Right?"  I
thought about it for just a few seconds and instead of
trying to get Carl to "be real" here about me having
the hots for him, I simply said, "Yeah, sure... what
the hell, let's go for it."  They had to come over
here because their house was crawling with people so I
gave them directions and ten minutes later they drove
up to the curb outside my place in a nice looking BMW.
 Looks like Larry's parents have a little coin.
Thirty seconds later they were knocking on my front
door.

Mom and Tris wouldn't be stopping back here before
going to work so we had as much time as we needed.  No
worries there.  You know, it's funny, but doing this
made me feel kind of like a hot shit... kind of brave
and "with it"... a confident guy getting a little sexy
time on a Saturday afternoon....Kewl!   I wasn't
feeling like some little dorky, lonely dude now.  My
new persona was "Yeah, what ya up for?.. get it on!"
... that the sort of attitude was reflected in my
frame of mind too.

I wished I could be smoking a cigarette when answering
the door, that'd be even cooler, but no way... Mom
would smell that one cigarette the second she walked
in the door twelve hours later.  I just tried to act
cool and confident when I opened the door.  Carl still
looked good, except for his fat body.  The other guy,
obviously Larry,  didn't look good, but he had a great
body.  Carl's face on Larry's body and you got
yourself a hot boyfriend.  I said, "Sup?... come on
in."

Larry introduced himself,  Carl hugged me around my
shoulders and I think he kissed the top of my head too
although I'm not sure about that.  It turns out
Larry's a sophomore, so he's a year younger than me
and two years younger than Carl and, I'm thinking...
he's in charge?   Carl's well over six feet tall and
the cousin's  well over five feet tall... about five
foot seven inches I'd guess... an inch or so taller
than Chubby.  Like I said, great looking body under a
tight T-shirt.  Unfortunately his face was course
looking.  Eyebrows too thick, eyes a little too far
apart, nose too flat, his mouth had a natural
turned-down look, like he was always pissed-off about
something. So...  being nice about it, not a cute guy.

On the plus side... like Robby, Larry had a nice
sounding voice, cute lips too... and great looking
smallish, super white teeth in a real clean-looking
pink mouth with a nice rosy pink tongue... so that's
all good. Some boy's mouths look so healthy and
clean... he has one of those.  On the other hand, his
hair wasn't too cool.  Light brown hair, parted in the
middle... seventies style.  Very long and poker
straight... it reached below his chin all the way
around the sides and back of his head.  Hair hung in
his face when he bent his head forward.  Nice clean
hair, but the style made me think of a woman's hairdo.
It also made me think about Carl's comment when he was
talking me into letting him cut my hair... he'd said
he always cut his cousin's hair... liar!

"Hey man, where we going to play today?  Certainly not
here." I tried to smile at Larry's rude way of putting
that and then I suggested my bedroom, but when he
looked inside he said, "Nah, too small.  What else ya
got?"  Kind of an obnoxious kid, ya know?  I then
suggested the finished basement and downstairs we
went.  Carl was giving me friendly looks all the
while... trying desperately, I suppose, to
counterbalance the rude cousin.  Larry looked around
the TV room and the little half bathroom that was off
to the side, then... reluctantly, nodding his OK.  He
stepped inside the bathroom, whipped it out, and
began taking a pee... with the door left open.   He
says, "Hey there guy, get undressed, OK."  I had the
feeling he'd forgotten my name already.  Carl helped
me pull my Polo shirt over my head and I unbuckled and
dropped my cargo shorts... then stepped out of them.
I was determined to have a good time.  I'd never see
this kid again... what do I care if he's an asshole?

Larry, finished with his piss,  pulled his shirt over
his head and stepped out of his sneakers.  While he
dropped his shorts he's talking to me, "You and me got
to make-out before I fuck ya, man. That's my thing.
Carl says ya don't make-out, but that don't matter to
me... you're gonna do it anyway, and that's that.
OK?"  I was caught off guard with this... before I got
a chance to tell this bossy bastard to take a hike,
he stepped over to me and, taking hold of my head with
a hand on either side he pulled me down to his level
and  quickly wet-kissed me on my mouth.. twice.  It
was like a shock or a smack across my face... it took
me so much by surprise.

Then, with unbelievable arrogance, he pulled his lips
away from mine and said, "You got nice lips, pal, but
ya gotta put your arms around my neck while we do
this.  It's kinda required that you participate."
Maybe it was the compliment about my nice lips or
maybe it's because I'm a wuss or maybe because I'm
horny and those first kisses weren't so bad...
whatever the reason, I did what he said and put both
my arms around his neck... he pushed his tongue into
my mouth.

Holy shit!  His mouth did taste fresh and clean...
just like it looked. His tongue was just right too...
not mushy like Carls or small and hard or whatever...
my balls churned when he licked and sucked my tongue.
I was starting to breath harder through my nose as my
hand went in that long silky hair at the back of his
head...keeping my eyes closed and willing myself not
to think about his looks, I hugged his neck tighter
and played with fistfuls of his hair.  He's hot.
Larry sucked my lips, one at a time, in a new kind of
kiss... new to me, it was so erotic.  When he'd
casually change from one type kiss to another, the
ends of his hair got in both our mouths, and  instead
of being gross, it made it all seem wilder and sexier.
Wet with saliva, his hairs stuck to both of our faces.
 Totally new sensations for me, I really liked the
make-out.

My dick was getting wicked hard as he picked up the
intensity of his kissing... his great tongue was in
constant motion, not frantic at all, but like he was
savoring every bit of each kiss.  I was moaning into
his mouth by now with my arms tight around his neck
when he moved his mouth away from mine and licked
across my cheek before resting the side of his face
against the side of mine... my arms holding even
tighter around his neck as if to prevent him from
pulling his head away from me.  Our spit was all over
both our faces.... a lot of his saliva- soaked hairs
stuck to my cheek as we rested with the sides of our
faces together.

Raspy breathing for a second and then he said, "Jesus
Christ man, for someone who don't make-out, you're one
hot fucker.  You got me ready to cream my jeans.  Even
so, I'll take that chance because I gotta have a
couple more tastes of your mouth, you're one delicious
hottie, Dan."  And he went back to that fabulous way
of kissing.  When he was finally done, my boner was
sticking straight up my belly... same for him.  He
pulled away from me breathing with short bursts...
then he stroked my boner twice saying, breathlessly,
"I like that shaved look you and Carl have.  Cool."
He took a deep breath then and blowing it out he said,
 "Whee, can't catch my breath!  That was an awesome
make-out, dude.  OK..whoa, now... alright, why
don'tcha get on all fours for me.  I'll do your boy
pussy up real good in just a minute, doggy style."

Larry looked over at Carl and as he stroked his boner
he said, "I gotta respect you a little for breaking
this guy in right, Carl.  Props to you!"  Carl, with a
semi-boner that he'd gotten watching us two make-out,
smirked at Larry and back-slid into his pompous mode,
"I have my moments.  Dylan was obviously wanting
"it"... I spotted him months ago, but took it slow
with him.  Let him get use to me cause I knew it was
only a matter of time.  Ya got to know when it's the
right time though... to push it, I mean.  He was easy
enough once I decided to take him in hand... he took
my lead easily and he took to getting fucked like a
duck takes to water.  He needs it, like I told ya
earlier."

It was obvious to me that Larry wasn't paying any
attention to what  Carl was saying... as for me, I
didn't know what to think.  Is Carl really that
clever? Bringing me into my gayness, step by step like
he said?   Larry didn't seem to care one way or the
other,,, he was concentrating on breaking through the
plastic packaging that the condoms came in.  I was on
all fours breathing a little harder than usual...
thinking, "I don't know how Carl knew about me being
gay when I wasn't even sure about it myself, but he
was right about one thing for sure...making out with
another boy ROCKS!"

But then I was thinking, "It didn't rock with Carl
though and I'm not sure exactly why.  His tongue is
too big, could it be that simple?  Or maybe he tried
to make me do it before I was ready to do it. So maybe
he isn't so clever."  My thoughts were interrupted by
Larry who was now standing right in front of me with
an opened condom packet in one hand, with his other
hand he grabbed the short hairs at the front of my
head and pulled up so my neck was straining
backward... it really hurt the way he was pulling my
hair... he said, "Suck me off a little first, pal...
OK?"  He said it like it was an order and when he let
lose of my hair about six of them had been pulled out
by the roots and floated slowly to land on the throw
rug that was under me.

Grunting from the pain and then checking him out...
Larry had a regular looking penis, about six and a
half inches long in it's current, rather firm
condition.  That makes it bigger than everyone's penis
I've seen lately... except for the Marine's monster
penis, of course.  On the not-too-cool side, Larry had
a lot of pubic hair that went down under his balls and
all along his ass crack... his cock looked good enough
to suck though, so I did. I sucked him like Carl
taught me to suck cock.   Larry, playing with my hair
this time,  said, "I can tell you cut this kid's hair
too, didn't ya Carl?  It's the same haircut you give
my little brother all the time."  Carl said, "Yeah, I
cut Dylan's hair... cut it short the way I like it.
Didn't even ask him how he wanted it either.  Did I
Dylan?  Isn't that the most beautiful hair you've ever
seen, Larry?"

Larry wasn't listening to Carl again and said to me,
"Pal, can you take it in your throat?"  Carl answered
for me, "I haven't gotten around to teaching him that
yet?" Larry goes, "Oh, too bad" and pulled out of my
mouth muttering, "Well, I'll teach him myself later
this afternoon.  He was sure a fast learner with the
make-out."  They were both talking about me like I was
their pet dog or an inanimate object.  Larry's voice
was so pleasant to listen to though... of course,
almost everything he said was arrogant and self
serving... it was always about Larry pleasing Larry.
That voice though, I wondered if he could sing.

As Larry was sliding the condom on  he instructed
Carl. "I'll tell you when to stick your's in my hole.
Wait for me to tell ya... I'm going to get him going
real good first. That is one choice boy-pussy on him.
 I want him whimpering and begging for more.
Shouldn't take long."  With that he pushed his rather
lengthy boner way up inside me and it hurt even more
than Carl's thrust had hurt me last Saturday.  I went
down on my forearms and rested my forehead on them
trying not to scream.

The pain was big, but Larry chatted away at Carl
without concern... he backed out his boner about six
inches worth and then shoved it back in  saying,
"Wow, it's tight Carl.  Feels excellent.  Just like
you said it would."  At that, Larry did another dozen
hard humps in and out of me... I was opening up by
then for sure.  Still in a conversational voice he
told Carl, "He getting wider... I'm going to pile
drive his pussy for a bit, but unfortunately  for him
it don't look like he's gonna last very long." When he
was saying that he was leaning over looking underneath
me. "Look at his nuts... they're already hard and up
to his belly and ready to fire off.  This kid likes to
get himself fucked, huh?  You better get your condom
on pretty quick, Carl."

With that Larry gripped my hips tightly and fucked me
for three or four minutes really fast.  It wasn't as
hot as Carl's fuck, but it was plenty hot enough and
after a bit I moaned and maybe whimpered a little too,
from the awesome feel of it... just like Larry said I
would.  And soon after that, my body stiffened up
tight and my balls were like hard stones up against my
belly,  and... again, just like Larry predicted,  my
boner started firing cum up on my chest and down on my
arms as my mouth was going, "Ohhhh ohhhh  Ahh ahh
ahhh".  Larry laughed hard in an out-of-breath kind of
way,  but kept up the fast humping saying, "Holy shit,
Carl.  He already blew his load."  Then he slowed the
humping  in order to catch his breath and added, "He's
still wicked tight.  I'm going up in him as far as I
can get. When I lay on his back let me feel that cock
of your's up my ass, Carl.  Do it hard like you did it
last night."

After spreading my ass cheeks with his hands he humped
up deeper inside my hole and then lay fully on my back
with his legs on either side of me, carrying some of
his weight.   His body felt real good on my back and I
continued to not think about his looks because, except
for the way he looked, he sure had everything he
needed to get me hotter then hell.  Then, he made it
even better by  wrapping his arms around my chest
tightly... probably to help keep him in place while
Carl fucked him.  I looked back and Carl's face was
bright red and his eyes shined with anticipation as he
concentrated on lining up his boner with Larry's hairy
 asshole.

I felt Larry move forward slightly on my back when
Carl humped up inside him in that one familiar
forceful thrust of his fat hips that I knew so well.
Every hump of Carl's caused Larry's boner to poke or
pull at a new spot in my asshole making me grunt or
blow air out between my teeth... it was sexy as hell
to think about him having his cock up inside me and
Carl's cock up inside him. With Larry being a few
inches shorter than me, his moist nose exhales went on
the side of my chin... his mouth put out a spray of
moisture down lower, on my neck.

With each hump, Larry goes, "Ohhh, yeah Carl"  and
then he'd rock slightly on my back as Carl pulled back
some and then shoved it back up inside Larry's asshole
hard, Larry's cock massaging my hole with each thrust
up his... it was awesome.   I don't know why Larry had
laughed at me for moaning in sensuous  pleasure
earlier because he was moaning  a lot more than I ever
did.  These two obviously had worked it out and knew
how to give pleasure to each other.  Big fat Carl
picked up speed and fucked Larry the same way he'd
fucked me last Saturday... fast and hard and rough...
just the way Larry and me like it... apparently.

It went on for a while too...  Carl wasn't shy about
slamming up inside his cousin. It was interesting to
me that Larry wasn't the arrogant, bossy know-it-all
any longer.  Not at all, Carl had temporarily fucked
all that out of him...now Larry was the wimpy one
whimpering in my ear, laying on my back and holding me
tightly around my chest so he wouldn't be fucked right
off of me.  It got to be that with each of Carl's
thrust Larry had this mantra thingie going... "make me
cum, Carl ... make me cum, Carl... make me cum".   As
Larry reached more intense erotic territory he started
fucking my hole again... quick little two inch thrust
that soon got my boner back up.

Amazingly Carl and Larry worked the humping in tandem
and it wasn't herky jerky or anything like that. It
was smooth and very hot and sexy... I was getting
ready to join in with Larry's mantra when he grunted
loudly and pushed up in me really fast and hard about
five times and I knew he was cumming.  Right after
that Carl made some similar grunting sounds and I felt
a spray of spit from him on the side of my face as he
climaxed in his condom...  both cousins were having
hot climaxes at the same time.

Frankly, I would have cum again myself if I could have
stroked my cock a little.  That wasn't possible though
because of Larry laying on my back and the extra
stress of fat Carl humping into him... I needed both
forearms on the rug holding us up.  I also need to
admit that these two are hot-sexy boys... they have
drawbacks in the looks, weight, and  personality
areas, but they know their sex.   They'd obviously had
a lot of experience and felt confidently comfortable
about what they were doing.  All plusses in my mind.

After the climaxes Carl was taking such deep breaths
it was a real concern for a bit... him being so
overweight and all, but it wasn't too long before he
pulled out of Larry's asshole chuckling, "Holy shit,
boys, was that hot or what?"  Then, taking off his
condom he exclaimed,  "Oh my God...  look at this
thing, Larry."  Larry was now getting off me and
pulling his softened cock out of my hole... I go,
"Ohhh ahh" but both boys were too interested in
comparing their condoms, seeing which one held the
most cum... they weren't paying any attention to me.
Looked like a tie ... both condoms had a nice cum load
weighing them down.

My cum was on the little area rug beneath me and on my
chest and arms too... nice climax!  I'll have to throw
the little rug in the washer when the guys leave.
Carl, taking both condoms,  flushed them down the
toilet.  Larry had some orders for me, "Hey, sport...
how bout getting us some drinks.  Ya got cokes?"  He
was absently stroking his soft dick when he said that,
and then..."Jesus Carl, you did it to me again.  You
fucked me so hard I gotta take a dump" and he went
into the powder room and sat on the toilet... leaving
the door open this time too.

Pulling on my cargo shorts and started up the steps
for the drinks...  Larry called out, "No dice guy,
lose the shorts.  You stay naked so we can look at
that hot body of yours.  Go ahead, kid... drop the
shorts."  I looked from Larry on the toilet to Carl
who was again playing with himself.  Carl, noticing
the silence, looked up and said, "What?  Oh yeah, can
you take off the shorts, Dylan?  You know, like I
said... Larry's kind of in charge."  Larry said,
"That's right guy."  What the hell, I took them off
and Larry, in the middle of straining a stool,
grunted out, "Keep it that way, kid."

Upstairs I'm thinking, "Why's he always calling me
kid?  I'm older than he is".  Ah, fuck it!   Larry's
OK, a little obnoxious, but he kisses good ... and
fucks good too.  What the hell, it's been pretty
awesome so far... forget about Larry's and Carl's
pompous acts.  Who cares.  It's gay sex in the
afternoon.  It's cool.  Then I thought, "Bet Chubby
and that dink Ricky aren't doing anything nearly this
hot!"  I got us three sixteen ounce cokes and some
pretzels on a tray and carried it downstairs.  Both
Larry and Carl took a coke and a handful of pretzels
without a word of thanks...  rude bastards.

In between gulps of coke and mouthfuls of pretzels,
Larry asked Carl, "How you going to do him?" and Carl
said, "I'd really like to do him on his back with his
legs up on my shoulder.  You know, because I'd like to
watch him giving you head while I fuck him."  Larry
goes.  "We really should have a bed for that.  I'll
want to be knelling over him with his head between my
thighs.  I'm definitely deep throating him".  Carl
goes, "Well, I definitely want to watch that, dude."
They never actually included me in any of their
discussion about what they were going to do with me
and, you know what... I didn't care.  I did, however.
need to consciously hold back a smile though, it
struck me as kind of funny.  I hope I never take
myself as seriously as these two seem to take
themselves... Jesus!  But, they're OK for gay
playtime.

I was having fun making fun of them in my head, while
at the same time I was looking forward to them doing
their sex on me.  I'm new to this and it's all
enthralling as hell to me.  I never knew sexual
thrills like  I've been experiencing even existed...
and, there's no danger I'll get pregnant either! Ha
ha!  They're not really treating me as an equal, but
hell, I'm still a novice and...  like a "rookie" on
the Red Sox, I know my place and I got no problem with
it.  It's not like these guys are dangerous or
anything.  I could probably kick their asses if I
wanted to... well, I could kick Larry's for sure!

Larry looked over at me and says, "We need a bed" I
told him that that sofa you're sitting on opens into a
bed... it's a pullout.  Larry gets up and says "show
me".  Taking off the cushions, I pull the loop in the
front and the lower section pulled out to a full size
bed... even had a fitted sheet on the mattress part.
"Way to come through Dan" Larry muttered somewhat
begrudgingly.  I thought, hey... Larry does have a
range of emotions after all... it goes all the way
from A to B.  Carl flops on the bed as if he's a six
year old causing Larry to raise his voice...  "Easy
Carl, we don't want this thing to collapse before we
have our fun on it, do we?"

Carl looked like his feelings were hurt, but that was
lost on Larry.  He goes, "Hey you...guy, get over
here.  I want to make-out with you again before we get
to the sex."   Both of us were still naked of course
and he did have that awesome body so I say, "Sure
thing, Larry" and then I stifled a snicker because I
almost called him "Sir" just to break his balls about
how bossy he was being.  Actually, I wanted to try
that making out again myself.  Purposely not looking
at Larry's face, I came over and he pulled me down on
top of him.

He immediately rolled me over then so he was on top
and, while grinding his crotch into mine and holding
my head between his hands, like he'd done earlier, we
repeated our first hot make-out... my face surrounded
by Larry's long, silky, light brown, nice smelling,
hair.  I thought I was going to cum before he was done
with me.  Larry, huffing and puffing  at one point had
to just lay on me with his face next to mine and catch
his breath, like during our first make-out.  We had so
much spit and wet hair all over our faces you'd think
we were in a spitting contest... if there is such a
thing.  His saliva was so fresh, clean tasting. and
clean smelling too... and his mouth and tongue were so
talented for making-out, I almost forgot about his
looks. Still, I kept my eyes closed to be on the safe
side and just marveled at how excellent it is to kiss
with another boy.  That revelation might be the most
surprising of all the surprising things I've been
experiencing over the past few months.

Carl finally muttered, "Fuck, I'm so hot watching you
two.  Larry, let me have a turn with him."  I though,
"Oh no" as Larry said, "What am I, the scout leader
here?  You want to make out with him, you arrange it
with him yourself.  Anyway, we got to get this fucking
show going... look at the time."  Carl was like, "Holy
shit... where did the time go?"  They had to be home
for dinner in an hour so there was still time to
fuck...thank god.  Carl situated me on my back in the
middle of the mattress and he sat on his ankles in
between my legs.  At first the back of my thighs were
laying across his thighs but he picked them up to rest
against his torso with one of my feet on either side
of his head.  He was lubing up his bare cock saying,
"scoot up onto my thighs a little so your pussy is off
the bed"  I did it but was getting tired of the pussy
references so I complained. "Don't call my ass a pussy
again or you'll have to actually go find a pussy to
fuck."  Carl chuckled and said, "Shut up"... but in a
friendly way, not like Larry would have said it.

That was the end of Mr Nice Guy though as Carl pushed
his cock way up inside me.  He held me in place by
grabbing my legs to keep them tight to his chest.  I
rolled my head, scrunching my face with the pain.  He
pulled out and pushed right back up and I was
squirming on the mattress while he did it twice more.
My eyes were shut tight and I refused to cry out but
it hurt plenty.  Larry, in a horse voice, said, "Yeah
Carl, do him.  Hump him hard"  Carl didn't need any
encouragement with that... none that I noticed.  He
was working his boner much easier now and, as always,
it started to feel so good it's hard to describe.

There's something about Carl's penis that matches
something in my asshole because he hits all the hot
spots... all the sensitive spots inside me that gets
me moaning, licking my lips, and humping myself to
match his humps, trying for more sensations.  Larry by
now was on his knees on the bed straddling my head...
almost sitting on my forehead with his semi-hard penis
laying on my face.  He said, "What the fuck?  Look at
his dick... it's getting hard already, right before
our eyes.  You're the king of fucking, Carl.  I gotta
give you that.  Look at his cock... did ya ever see a
harder dick?"  Carl was grunting with the effort of
fucking me deep and fast... he grunted out, "Watch and
learn little cousin..."

Larry muttered, "Shit, I'm getting some of this" and
he put  his hand under my neck and lifted up...  with
the other hand he pushed down on my forehead getting
my neck in an uncomfortable backward position with my
mouth wide open.  Larry pushed his boner right down my
throat... so much for teaching me how to do it.  As he
did it he said, "Keep the teeth covered, kid" and he
started fucking my mouth and throat.  It went in
easier in this position than when the Marine deep
throated me... plus, Larry's boner wasn't as wide and
the head was smaller than Tom's, so it was easier to
take.

Still, deep throating is very uncomfortable for me.
But being fucked at both ends is a hot sensual
overload of major proportions and I reached for my
boner to stroke myself off.  Carl batted my hand away
saying, "No, Dylan... don't touch" and he picked up
the intensity of his fucking.
A couple of minutes later Larry moaned out, "I'm
fucking cuming already" and he splashed a pretty big
shot of cum in my mouth and a few follow-up loads that
were smaller, but still required a conscious effort
not to drown in them.  I also managed to avoid sucking
his cum up my sinuses which was an improvement in my
cock sucking technique.  Tasting Larry's cum and
feeling Carl's deep humping in my hole caused my
climax to come on me fast.  Larry called out, "there
she blows" and cum shot out my boner's pee slit in
four fast, thin steams... the first one sprayed my
chin.

Larry was like a little kid, "Did ya see that?  Holy
shit he blew his cum in his own face.  This three way
shit is HOT!"  Carl had slowed to a stop saying,
"You're right about that... it is hot, I almost blew
my load when Dylan tightened his hole climaxing...
that almost put me over the edge."  He was breathing
wheezing breaths again.  Larry was climbing down off
the bed saying he had to take a piss... he said it
right in the middle of Carl's sentence.. again
ignoring what Carl was saying.  Carl didn't appear to
care if Larry paid attention or not... he pulled his
bone hard cock out of my hole and gruffly told me to
turn over on my belly. When I did he spread my legs
out wide and went right back up inside me,  then he
lay  on my back.

I was engulfed in this huge fat boy... his arms
against my arms, each of his hands holding one of my
wrists pulling them against my shoulders,  the point
of his chin at the crown or my head.  I was getting a
little panicky and squirmed under him as hard as I
could.  At that he humped me with a couple of three or
four inch thrusts real quick in and out of me and that
got me calmed down and moaning again.  He knows how to
hit my spots and soon I was embarrassing myself again
by moaning out, "Ahh Carl, Carl ohhh, right there, oh
yeah, Carl"... I didn't carry on long before catching
myself... maybe fifteen seconds before I made myself
stop that pathetic whimpering.  Unfortunately Larry
was back out of the power room and he'd heard it, "You
the man, Carl.  It looks like you got yourself a
little fuck boy there any time you want."  At that
moment I couldn't disagree with him, but it did make
me feel a bit humiliated.

My hole felt so good though I had to will myself not
to moan. Then I began feeling Carls hard nuts against
my buttocks and knew he was getting closer... his nuts
felt like two big steel ball bearings laying on my ass
cheeks.  Using his knees he spread my legs more.. no
problem doing that because I was very accommodating by
now... limp all over except my penis which was very
hard for the third time this afternoon.  Carl let go
of one of my wrist and pushed my head to the side so
he could get at the side of my neck to suck and lick
one spot while continuing to fuck me.  I knew he was
giving me a hickey, but I was pretty much agreeable to
anything he wanted by now.

Carl had talked to me about the submissive/dominant
sexual roles and now, ironically, I found myself in
the most submissive frame of mind I've ever felt in my
life... but it wasn't to the Marine like I was afraid
would happen,  it was to my mentor who taught me about
those roles in the first place... he dominated me
totally right now.  His sheer mass was dominant... I
couldn't get out from under him if I wanted to.  But
also the feeling of being sexually satisfied was
relatively new to me and it made me have these
grateful feelings toward Carl and I wanted to please
him.  When he'd recognized by total surrender to his
will a little while ago, Carl slowed down the
thrusting up my hole to a teasing-speed while he gave
me his mark... his hickey.

The slow teasing humps had be wanting more and got me
to whimpering again, "Fuck me Carl... fuck me harder
Carl".  When I'd begin to squirm with desire he'd hump
deeper and faster for a bit until I groaned and moaned
and lay still for him again.  The hickey process
itself is hypnotizing and combined with a hard cock
stimulating every sensitive spot in my hole... I
didn't want it to stop.  Carl was grunting through his
hickey-making and humping me more steadily now... his
nuts were so hard they were uncomfortable on my
buttocks. But still, I was hoping he could keep this
up until I got one more climax out.

All things must end, and Carl was at his limit.  He
was trying not to climax, but it was on him now and he
stopped the hickey making to do that frenzied fast
fucking and quiet squealing that precedes climax.  I
felt the gush of cum inside me and it quickly was
drooling down around his boner to run down my ass
cheeks.  Feeling his cum up inside my body and his
huge  presents on my back made me squeal like a girl
and shoot a splash of cum on the mattress, messing my
belly.

It felt so wonderful I wanted to do it again... to
feel myself cuming again. Carl was damp with
perspiration but he didn't stink... he had a neutral
odor, nothing unpleasant about it.  But now, after
climaxing there was simply too much of him, that's all
there is to it.  He humped me for about a minute more
and then pulled out...  a long string of cum followed
his boner out of my asshole and that too ran down my
buttocks to stain the sheet.  Now I wanted his weight
off me... obviously I'm not going to cum again...
that's impossible at this point.

Lots of heavy breathing and then I heard Larry
mumbling, "Hot, hot, hot, Carl.  It reminds me of that
TV show, Nature... that show on PBS.  You know, a lion
or some animal mounts the female and after a tussle he
gets her totally docile... just like you did to him...
even that hickey you were giving him, it was like the
animals biting the back of the females neck.  Ya ever
see them do that?"  Carl appeared to enjoy the
comparison and answers with enthusiasm, "Yeah, that's
cool.. I know what you mean.  And, Dylan here... he
didn't think he wanted anything to do with me at
first.  Did ya, Dylan.  And it takes me only a couple
fucks to get you shaped-up, and now ya can't get
enough of me.  Can ya, Dylan?"

I was just laying there on the bed next to Carl.  He'd
rolled off my back and put his arm around me to keep
me from getting up.  I said, "I guess that's pretty
much true, Carl.  I mean, you know... having sexy fun
and all."  Carl was pulling a Larry and not listening
to what I said.  He was rubbing his nose in my hair,
then he chuckled and said, 'Son of a bitch, Larry,  I
almost dropped dead there for a second...did ya
notice? I was getting so fucking hot screwing this
kid's perfect pussy, er, I mean ass.  Every time he'd
squirm, all I had to do was fuck him hard a couple of
times and he'd get limp and real docile for me... like
that lion cunt thing you were talking about.  Eh,
Larry."  Larry was wiping his cock,  using the small
guest towel from the power room, not paying any
attention to Carl again.

My thoughts consisted of basically two things:  why is
Larry suppose to be in charge when most of the time it
seems he's idolizing Carl, and why don't these nitwits
ever bring me into the conversation... just fleeting
thoughts because Carl was moving me around again.  He
got his arm under my neck and his other hand behind my
head saying, "Put your head back further, I want to
get that hickey some more". Without thinking I did
what he said and he went to town sucking on the hickey
he'd started earlier.  It quickly stated to itch and
burn and I whined, "Please, Carl... that hurts".  He
covered my mouth tightly with his hand and sucked on
my hickey for another three minutes as I squirmed and
groaned... trying to get free.  Larry was totally
washing up in the power room..

Trying to squirm away from Carl was futile so I
finally just bared it the best I could... the
uncomfortable feeling on my neck continued until Carl
was satisfied.  After checking his work a few times
and then going back down on that raw bump on my neck
again he finally pulled away, looked at his work, and
laughed out loud , "Look at this thing, Larry"  They
both marveled at the size of the hickey.  Larry
mumbled, "Don't try that shit on me Carl".  Carl
countered with, "If I wanted to do one on you, I
probably would, Larry... but I don't want to so you're
so you got nothing to worry about".  Larry didn't even
acknowledge the comment.

Those two either ignored what the other was saying or
they said something back slightly negative or slightly
nasty.  There was no love lost there... just
recreational sex partners.  Carl stared at Larry to
see if he had any retort and then, in an obviously
dominant move,  casually licked across my hickey a few
more times... I cringed because his saliva made it
sting even more.  Carl mumbled to himself, "that's a
beauty" and then he brushed the hair back from my
forehead with the palm of his hand and said,   "Open
up your lips there Dylan, you're going to make-out
with me now".  Except for the stinging hickey, I was
still in a half mesmerized, half sexually satisfied,
feeling wonderful frame of mind... all of that stuff
mixed together.

I quickly thought about Carl and realized I do have
more feelings for him now then I use to have.  Hell, I
didn't even mind being held in his arms like this...
even with all that fat... it felt nice as a matter of
fact.  And, he had certainly given me a lot of
pleasure the last few months.  So, why not try to
return the favor a little.  Smiling at him while
nodding my head "yes" and saying "Yeah, Carl... I want
to try it again with you too."   He glanced over at
Larry with a look on his face, eyebrows raised, like,
"See how ya do it?"  That was annoying, but I didn't
think he was perfect by a long shot... neither am I,
by the way.

What followed was a very sloppy wet, totally
overwhelming make-out... it was for him I think, a
"lovers" way of making-out... anyway, that's my
guess.  Larry had made-out to get hot and it was hot,
Carl made out like he was making love with his mutual
lover, which I am not.  I'm his occasional sex toy if
you must, but I'm NOT his lover.  Never-the-less, it
soon became like the hickey... spellbinding,
mesmerizing, something like that.  And, I began
participating almost as much as he was.  It's almost
impossible to be desired as much as Carl was desiring
my mouth and not get involved to some degree.

Eventually I lost myself in who it was I was making
out with.  Larry's was purely sexual and this one had
some of that quality as well, and that's the part I
concentrated on.   Carl was probably interpreting my
participation as further proof that I was so enamored
with him that I'd do whatever he wanted me to do.  He
might even go so far as to think I'm in love with him
or in lust for him or I got a "thing" for him in some
way or other... what the hell, maybe I do.  To tell
you the truth, I'd like to see what he looks like
after he loses that seventy-five pounds he claims he's
losing this summer... he's good looking now, but just
too fat to look sexy.

After ten minutes of this make-out Carl's cock was as
hard as it was earlier and he showed a lot of strength
putting me positioned where he wanted me... he did it
fast too me on my back again with him between my legs.
  And then, as casually as you please, he pushed his
cock up inside me all the way once again.  I was a
little sore back there by now, but the good feeling
over came the hurt and Carl hadn't given me any choice
in the matter anyway.  It was real fast and urgent
because the make-out had Carl super hot.

He actually had another cum spurt of a climax while
fucking me this second time today... there on my back,
this time with my legs wrapped around his waist... he
had leaned down so we could continue making-out while
he fucked me with fairly short, fast thrusts of his
fat hips. It was a hot time, as long as I didn't think
about it too much... but I never came near another
climax.  His last climax drooled out of my hole right
afterward... sort of a watery cum.

Hey, I haven't had much sex in my life... I was like a
kid in a candy shop here.  It felt so good.  The guys
hurried off after that, but not before Carl "rewarded"
me for coming across so willingly and invited me to
his graduation party Monday afternoon.  Larry added,
"We'll take turns with you Danny" and then he said to
Carl, "Fuck, he'll be the first guest to arrive after
hearing me say that".  Well, Chubby will be working
and I can miss my running on Monday... especially
since Tom, the Marine, wasn't a sure thing to even be
there.  And if he was... well, it might be a good
thing to stand him up like he stood me up yesterday.
So I said, "hey, thanks Carl" and as a sort of joke I
said to Larry, "Hope ya mean it".  He shot me with his
index finger and pompously said, "Count on it kid".

When I heard the front door close, I put some things,
like the area rug, the fitted sheet and the little
guest towel in the washing machine and got that going.
 Then, upstairs I filled the tub and took a nice long
bath.  My ass was sore now, much like the last time
Carl fucked me a couple of times on the same day...
nothing serious, just a little sore.  In the bathtub,
with water almost up to my neck, I started
thinking...it's sad, but I'm getting that same
depressed feeling I'd gotten a few times before.  I
get the depressed  feeling sometimes after some sexual
activity that might be considered "over the top" by
some... well, I guess by me too. Not just with Carl
and Larry, but also with the Marine.

I don't know who decides what is enough, or not
enough, or too much, recreational sex... is it written
down somewhere?  Why does something that feels so
good, that feels so right... why do I sometimes feel
it's wrong after I do it?  Why do I feel guilty?
Rational thinking doesn't give me an answer and I know
in my heart of hearts I'm going to do it again
sometime... probably sooner rather than later,  but
this "down" feeling after feeling so "high" ... it
sucks!

In the tub for quite awhile, not figuring out any
answers to my questions, when I hear someone come in
our front door.  It's too early for Chubby... and my
Mom's working till midnight.  I was quiet in the tub
hoping if it's a break-in they take what they want and
stay the hell out of the bathroom.  In about two
minutes the door closes again... what the fuck?  I get
out and wrap a towel around me to peek out the
bathroom door... no one.  With wet feet I pad over to
look out the front window just in time to see that
fucker Ricky's SUV pull around the corner.  It's a
creepy feeling thinking that prick was just in my
house... did he take something?

Then, there it was... Chubby's unmistakable printing
on a sheet of computer paper.  He has the most perfect
penmanship ever.  I picked it up and read....

         HI DYLAN.

LUV YA BRO!  DON"T GET MAD BUT MR ORTIZ GAVE US WINDOW
WASHER BOYS THE LAST TWO HOURS OFF TODAY SO RICKY
COULD TAKE US ALL, AS MR ORTIZ GUESTS, TO THE FRANKLIN
CARNIVAL.  TONIGHT'S THE LAST NIGHT.

 I COULDN'T BE THE ONLY GUY WHO DIDN'T GO.  WE'RE A
TEAM. AND, YES, I TRIED TO GET RICKY TO INCLUDE YOU
BUT HE'S HATING ON YOU BECAUSE...YOU KNOW, THAT TIME.


WE'LL BE GETTING BACK REAL LATE SO RICKY INSISTED I
SLEEP WITH HIM.. I MEAN, YOU KNOW...AT HIS HOUSE
TONIGHT.  I PROMISE TO SPEND EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY
WITH YOU TOMORROW...PROMISE!!

CHUB

I felt sick to my stomach now.  It was a hot sexy
afternoon, then I started feeling a little down after
it was over...and now this. I felt so alone.  Why does
Chubby have to do stuff with that piece of shit,
Ricky?

to be continued....

Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com