Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 15:58:42 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter 10 (Senior Year Ending) by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR By Donny Mumford Chapter 10 (Senior year Ending) Saturday about five-thirty in the afternoon... Mom and Tris are at work, Chubby's in his room getting ready to go on his date, and I'm laying on my bed trying to determine my mood. Chubby's date tonight, by the way, is a cook-out swim-party with Mary Jo Renoldo's at her house, without chaperons... her parents are away for the weekend. When will parents of teen-aged kids ever fucking learn!? They always think "not my kid, he/she wouldn't ruin our house by throwing a huge party just to be popular." Newsflash... kids will do almost anything to impress their peers and be popular. When Mary Jo's parents come home the reality of it all will set-in about the same time the shit hits the fan, but by then Mary Jo will already have made a name for herself at school. So it's like this, kids... all you gotta do is throw your parents under the bus by allowing your house to be totally trashed by a horde of teenagers and your peers will think you're golden... the teenagers sure as shit aren't going to lose any sleep over the condition of your house. By the way, I wasn't invited to this bash for a very petty reason... she don't like me. What a bitch she can be, not that I want to go to her boring swim party anyway. She and the Dickers are the only kids I know who have swimming pools in their back yards and they both live in the same part of Framingham... a step up from my part of town and a huge leap up from Connor's. Oh well, I suppose I'll sound petty myself if I go on about this any longer, but I might as well admit I prayed for rain... ha ha, and that's the last thing I'll say about it except how the hell can she call herself Chubby's girlfriend if they're on their first actual date? I guess I may have heard something about Chubby and Mary Jo going out before, but that sort of gossip doesn't interest me one bit... gossip, rumor, whatever... I pay very little attention to things like that. On the bright side, the change in Chubby's personality since both Ortiz perverts were rendered harmless is bitchin good, the change in his attitude is awesome! Seeing the relief in his face now that Ricky's control over him, and the fear of humiliating photos no longer exist is extreme... both were major concerns of Chubby's for months, and overnight they've been eliminated, they've vanished forever... he's safe and free from oppression. He's been in the best mood lately and very appreciative of what I was able to do through Jake Rollins, and maybe equally appreciative of my support of him through this entire episode... it's been a very hard period for Chubby. He's been through the lowest self-esteem of his life, especial after his confession to me. Obviously embarrassed about being sexually abused by Ricky and embarrassed that I know about him climaxing during some of the abuse. I have a theory that this recent dating outburst, Friday night, Saturday morning, and now the party tonight is his attempt at rehabilitating his image from that of being weak, and maybe a little queer, to pre window-washing days when he was a brash hot-shit full of confidence and factoids. From my point of view he could save himself the trouble, use that energy for something more useful like getting another job. We have money saved but not nearly enough to cover car expenses for the coming year, plus there may be unknown hidden costs of going to college. It's not that I'm getting picky about it, but he is spending almost all his time with stuck-up Mary Jo instead of taking care of business. Well, she seems stuck-up to me anyway... not that I actually know her or give a shit... but it's like, why does Chubby need to spend so much time with her? It's mysterious... I mean, you want to go on a date, go on a fucking date... no need to hang out with her around the clock! Not that I care that much... it's just that I don't get it, the summer is approaching and that's when we need to make most of our money so he needs to think more about a job and less about her... that's all I'm saying, it's not about me. To further piss me off this is Willie's last Saturday at Prep School and I can't take advantage of it by doing something hot with Robby because he's also going to a party. Robby couldn't very well get out of going because it's the baseball players party and he's a team co-captain. He has sort of a date too, but it's more like giving a ride to one of the cheerleaders than a date. She's going stag and needs a ride... almost any school related affair will have half the kids going with a date and half going stag, girls and boys equally. Oh man, this time of year there are all kinds of parties being thrown by seniors. Notice how popular I am though... no party to go too. Actually that's not true... I was invited to one but the invitation was presented early in the week and at that time I didn't know that both Robby and Chubby were previously engaged so I lied to get out of going. It was for all the school newspaper kids, an Eagle's party. I said I needed to go to my Mom's thirty-ninth birthday party and told this elaborated lie about how it's a surprise party that I was involved in so I couldn't blow it off and blah, blah, blah... I lie like a rug at times. Robert Winters, the junior who will be the senior editor next year, is throwing the party and was wicked disappointed I couldn't attend. You know, because I'm the current senior editor. Yeah, I'm aware I just said Robby couldn't get out of his responsibility to attend the baseball players party and yet I'd already casually blown-off my Eagle party. OK, I admit it... I suck for not going to that party and I do feel bad about it. It's obvious I was thinking with my dick at the time, and not my brain. That reminds me of a joke someone told me, maybe Connor. It goes like this... a four year old boy is in his bathtub playing with himself. He holds his balls up and asked, "Are these my brains, Mommy?" The mother mumbles, "Not yet.". The entire Eagle staff was invited to Robert's party... past reporters and editors home from college for summer break were invited too. It's kind of a ritzy affair with booze and catered food and all. Maybe even Carl Denton will show up and I'd love to see him again but after the complicated lie I told, no way to reverse it now... maybe you've heard the phrase "hoisted on your own petard" ... That's what happened to me with that big lie. I would have liked to have gone too, especially since I'm not going to be able to spend the night with any of my main homeboys... Chubby, Robby, or Willie; my two and a half boyfriends. Compared to last weekend this one has been mild so far, but that could change shortly. No party to go to, but I'm not totally destitute or abandoned here on a Saturday night. Tonight I've got a couple of back-up players off the bench filling in for my main homeboys. Dodger and his fuck buddy Vinnie DeMarco are coming over to play...heh heh. They want me to outline their buzzcuts for them with my trimmer clippers... and then we'll have ourselves a little three-way sex-a-thon party. Vinnie's almost sixteen and Dodger's almost seventeen so these boys are a couple of early bloomers, a couple of real hotties too! Vinnie's the lad with the huge cock, it's almost in Jake Rollins' territory as a matter of fact... a good seven and a half inches which is as long as Willie's, but Vinnie's is quite a bit fatter. Vinnie fucked me with that thing once before, it was during our only other three-sum a few weeks back... which, by the way, was the day Vinnie got his first buzzcut... previously that boy had shoulder length hair, he wanted a change though and it ended-up being a scorching hot afternoon, the three-way I mean. Tonight's an example of an almost perfect "buddy-sex" affair because none of us are in love with anyone involved in the thee-way... it's just gay boys playing with each other's pee pees... but don't get me wrong, we all like each other a lot, just no love involved to complicate things. This time we probably won't experience the awkwardness of the early going like last time... first we'll eat dinner and get a little plastered with that Vodka Vinnie bought from some derelict, that will further eliminate any awkwardness... then the haircut specialty-highlighting which I'm quite good at if I do say so myself, and then on to some hot fun, fun, fun with gay sex among good friends. Mmmm, mmm, good! I say it's almost the perfect buddy sex because I have this little voice in my head whispering I may be too old to have buddy sex with a fifteen year old... a nagging little voice which I'm doing my best to ignore. The boys aren't due for another half hour or so so I'll lie here in bed figuring out how I feel about my life at the moment. Actually I should be feeling pretty good about things in general... Chubby's on his way to being himself again, I've got two solid boyfriends and can usually find some gay sex to relieve the horniness that crops up in between my boyfriend activities. I've got a pretty good part-time job too and school will be out in less than three weeks... so everything is pretty much rockin'. I'm looking forward to our class trip to New York City as well... it'll be fun to see how much hurt us boys can lay on the Big Apple, see how many Yankee fans we can piss-off with our Red Sox caps and t-shirts. That's going to be a blast. Then I thought about Connor a little bit too and that got me started right in playing with myself, playing with my brains down there a little bit too. Connor's got this big crush on me and my feelings for him are growing each time we're together. The kid is so smart and funny, so nice, so good looking, and what a hot body he has... the whole package, and it can be all mine if I reach out for it. Trouble is I've already got two boyfriends and to further complicate things Willie's in his last week of prep which means he'll be right next door most of the summer. Damn, now I got a boner thinking about all the sex Willie will put on me this summer so I get up off my bed to walk it off. Don't want to blow a load before the children show up. Outside to smoke a cigarette and my mind drifts, as it often does, to my true heart throb, my true love... Robby. The last two or three weeks he's taken over my affections and I realize I have a love for him that's pure... I mean, we have great sex too but I love him as a person as well... it's not just sex with us. With Willie I'm in love with our bodies being together, with the hot sex he puts on me and the climaxes he fucks out of me. I love sucking his cock and rimming him and I love him being bossy to me and then sweet and generous, but it's not true love for love's sake like my love for Robby is. If Willie didn't want to have sex with me, there'd be very little between us... we're from different worlds. He and Andy are from the same world and I think Willie already sees the difference, but our sex keeps us together. We thought we were in love for almost a year, but now I think we're both saying "I love you" from habit, we should probably be saying "I love having sex with you". That being said, I don't believe either of us are ready to part just yet, the sex is simply too volcanic hot and with the summer approaching the opportunity for sex greatly increases, no school to interfere with it. Love for Robby or not, I guess I still still want my last summer of Willie-sex, then I go away to college and Willie goes back to twelfth grade at Prep school. Merrimack college is only a one hour drive from Framingham and Willie's prep is only two hours from Weston, but I think by this coming Fall he and I will be further apart than that. We'll just see, won't we... in the meantime, hot sex to a rock and roll beat! After all we're at the peek of our sexual prowess, don't want to waste that time of our lives... time is slipping away. Finishing my cigarette, then practicing my butt flipping which results in a small burn on the back of my wrist... I just laugh it off. It's become a mental block for me, I'm not a spazzoid, but when trying to flick a cigarette butt I over-think it and something always goes wrong. It's like a learned incompetence, if there is such a thing. Inside I remember that Chubby and I had pizza for last night's dinner so decide to fix something different for me, Dodger, and Vinnie. Checking the freezer I find we have those FastFood french fries we like and plenty of hamburgs and hamburg rolls, plus there's Kraft American cheese in the refrigerator... so that's our simple menu for tonight... cheeseburgers and french fries. How original, that's me... always thinking outside the box. I get the frozen stuff out and defrost the rolls in the microwave. Then, leaning up against the kitchen bar area I daydream about Robby's and my last fuck... that one in my bedroom Wednesday after his haircut. That was maybe the hottest fuck we've ever had together, him on his back on my bed, his feet wrapped around my waist, me working up a sweat plowing his asshole in a near frenzy... awesome climaxes! My dick was responding to this reminiscence so I rubbed it into a boner just as the doorbell rings... the boys are here. Adjusting my boner sideways in my pants doesn't work, it still pokes-out the front of my cargo khakis so I pull my T-shirt out and let it hang down covering my lap, then hurry to the door. Opening the door and there they are standing almost at attention, touching at the shoulders. When you're an admirer of the young male form like I am, it's a treat to look at boys like Dodger and Vinnie... it can take your breath away at times. They're the same height, five-foot-seven-inches, both have brown hair and brown eyes, they're equally slim with narrow waist and bubble butts, also both have the very natural but noticeable definition in arms, legs and torso, very nice boy-bodies overall. Dodger's a smaller version of Robby though so his looks shine... the bright, fresh pale complexion and extra splash of rosy red in each cheek. The perfect facial features arranged perfectly to form Dodger's face in his perfectly shaped head. There's a lot of the "perfect" word in that description, but that's the word that applies. Their parents had the rare combination of genes necessary to create both Dickers brothers with bodies and appearances that border on perfection... both gay too, so go figure. If Mr and Mrs Dickers were the kind of parents to put their kids out in public the boys would be gobbled-up as boy models... I'm not suggesting porn although they'd be mega stars, I'm talking about modeling clothing. Macy's or Polo Boys Wear or Abercrombie & Fitch... like that. Dodger has two toned light brown hair, his bright brown eyes have various shades of brown highlights that make them appear to be lit-up from behind. It's not fair to judge Vinnie's looks while he's standing next to Dodger, but on his own he's better than OK. He's very young-looking to start with, and because he sees himself as a tough guy I'd have to guess his youthful appearance is a bit of a drawback from his perspective, although not from mine. Previous to his buzz cut he had long hair, chin length, parted in the middle so it hung in his face covering half of each eye... only the middle third of his face was exposed. He'd maintain a frown so he could pull off his tough guy persona with kids in his age group, but it always made me smile. Now with the buzz cut, he's not even fooling his classmates, he looks more preppy than anything else although he does have the Italian heritage with the olive complexion and dark brown eyes that you often see handsome Italian boys have... a slightly mysterious, exotic look perhaps, while Dodger's face is the All- American boy look. I also was happy to see that Vinnie's complexion has cleared up and his face now appears smooth and clean and youthful. His facial features are quite ordinary, maybe the nose is slightly too big for his face, his mouth is very special though... fabulously sexy lips that are puffy, rosy, and cupid-bowed. His teeth shiny white, small square teeth.. he has bright pink gums and a nice sized tongue that he occasionally sticks out to show displeasure at something. Nice ears too and I've already mentioned his double A+ bubble butt, him and Dodger both have excellent asses. Ever since acknowledging my gayness I've enjoyed the pleasure of appreciating the beauty that my fellow teenage boys offers... that in itself is almost as good as the sex. OK, maybe not almost as good, but it's highly enjoyable to ogle the boys. Dodger and Vinnie are smiling sweetly, then together they say, "Dylan, wassup?" I go, "Nothing, wassup with you two derelicts?" to which Vinnie replies, "Speaking of derelicts..." and he holds up the unopened half pint bottle of an unknown brand of vodka... he adds, "Got it from a derelict for twenty dollars, can you two chip-in to help pay for it, reinbuse my ass, ya know?" I'm like, "Chip-in for that shit? I never heard of that brand, you got robbed..." walking into the kitchen we keep up the ball busting while I'm getting out a carton of OJ from the refrigerator. Dodgers like, "He's been bitching all afternoon about us chipping-in to off-set his stupid deal with the derelict." I'm like, "At least the fucking bottle's not open... let's try it before any money changes hands". I open the vodka and pour a half inch in each glass, add some ice then fill the glass with orange juice. The way I make drinks, and I don't even know what the name of that drink is, the way I make em' there's a chance you'll get a canker sore from the citric acid before you get drunk. Vinnie's like, "What the fuck...? did you even put vodka in there" and he hits each drink with a full shot. I taste the vile vodka right off and start stirring with my finger to spread it out, "Gross..." I mumble but take another sip and it's drinkable anyway. "I'll chip in five bucks, that's it..." and Dodger says, "Ok, I'll give ya five buck too.." and we both fumble a five dollar bill out to flip to Vinnie who grabs them and pockets them saying "Suckers... I wouldn't have chipped-in if one of you bought this shit, ya can't trust derelicts to pick out your booze... it was going to be my treat ya know. ha ha". We're like, "Shut-up Vinnie" on our way outside to smoke and drink our drinks. Dodger going, "You are such an asshole, Vinnie... when you grow-up you'll realize manners matter". We insulted each other while we smoked, and we're smoking my cigarettes by the way because those two aren't regular smokers so rarely have a pack of their own. I mentioned, to be fair, they both should chip-in to pay for my cigarette and simultaneously they both flipped me the bird. Vinnie smokes like a girl and we ragged on him about that. This kind of behavior is fun, for us... We had two drinks each and I was feeling the booze by the time our burgers were sizzling in the frying pan and the french fries were in the bubbling hot vegetable oil. The burgers done medium rare, American cheese melted into the patty with a slice of vidalia onion on top of that... ketchup, salt and pepper are the last condiments to go on. We all had two cheeseburgers and as we ate, the half inebriated boys told me what a great chef I am. I told them the story of my rich friend's chef making her own salad dressing, supposedly to save money, why else? and the guys are like, "Asshole, you can buy it cheap at Stop & Shop" and we made fun of rich people a little bit. The last of the vodka went into our cans of coke cola. Half a pint of vodka between three of us isn't getting anybody drunk, but we don't drink regularly so it hit us a little... mostly relaxed the hell out of us and got us wicked ready for our favorite pastime... gay boy sex. We cleaned the kitchen, well... mostly I cleaned the kitchen, from habit... it's a good habit though. Then down to the basement we go. Dodger says, "You sober enough to outline our buzz cuts, Dylan?" I purposely slur my words saying, "Outline your buzz cut? I thought I was doing mohawks on you boys!" Vinnie goes, "Oh brother, this is gonna turn out really sucky". The truth is I could do the outlining even if I was drunk, which I'm not... just feeling good. With Dodger's hairline I just follow it exactly, only shaving the barest amount to highlight it, then down the sides and shave the sideburns into a point. Then fade the hairs at the back of the neck... fading is done using various cutting length on the clippers, sixteenth inch blends into one-eight inch which blends into one-quarter inch and that into three-eight inch and finally that blends into the one-half inch buzz... this isn't a high fade up the sides and back, which is cool too... you see that high fade on American blacks and some cool Latino boys as well. That's a very cool look if you ask me. Vinnie doesn't have the perfect hairline that Dodger does so I shave one in across the front of his forehead eliminating a widow's peek and then do the sides to look like Dodgers, the same fade in back. The boys checked themselves out with a hand mirror and the wall mirror in the half bath, seeing the back and sides of their heads and proclaimed the outlining a work of art... actually they did look cool... much cooler than the plain buzz cuts the window washer boys get every two weeks. Chubby's out of that routine now of course so a real pro, me... will be taking care of his hair from now on. That's unless May Jo takes that over too... don't get me started on her. Now that the boy's hair is taken care of it's time to go back up stairs and into my bedroom for sexy play. My bed still had the sheets on it from Wednesday afternoon when Robby and I deposited quite a lot of teen spunk onto them... stiff spots on both the top and bottom sheets are quite noticeable while I'm rustling around in bed before falling asleep... dried cum, yum! Feeling the spots of dried cum made me smile in bed, chuckle a little bit too. We'll be adding to the spunk spots tonight. Vinnie says, "Everybody get naked" and Dodger says, "Since when are you giving orders? You get undressed yourself, and we'll watch... go ahead." Vinnie frowned and looked down muttering, "I'm just messing around Dodger, don't be like that" but Dodger says, "Get naked Vinnie, I want to check out that meat you're packing... and that other matter too". Well, I don't like it when Dodger's mean to Vinnie, but I stayed out of it because I'm the third guy, they're the duo and, anyway, I don't like to be telling them what to do. Vinnie strips, Dodger goes, "Socks too" and then Vinnie's standing there completely naked, his seven and a half inches of soft, fat penis lies on top of a nice sack of nuts... his pubes are shaved just like Dodger's and mine. Vinnie takes a shit load of crap about the shaved pubes from the guys he has gym with at school but if Dodger has shaved pubes, Vinnie wants to have shaved pubes too ... a little bit of hero worship going on there. Dodger smiles at me while nodding at Vinnie's large organ, then he takes Vinnie's cock in his hand saying, "I can't believe how much this thing weighs. And you took the whole thing up your ass last time, Dylan... I still can't take it. It's too much cock for me, but we tried a couple times... didn't we Vinnie." He's holding it up against Vinnie's belly, Vinnie's agrees, "Yeah, we tried but as soon as I get the head of it in him he starts whining." Dodger goes "Whining, you mean like this?" and he cups Vinnie's nuts in his other hand, squeezing until Vinnie goes.. "Ooooh, Ahhhhh, Owwww , Dodger, that too hard..." Dodger gives one last squeeze and then lets both the nuts and the cock fall back into place. You can't help but stare at the size of that package. Dodger says, "Turn around Vinnie and spread em" Vinnie turns so his ass is facing Dodger and using both hands spreads his buttocks apart stretching his hole in the process. Dodger fingers the lips of Vinnie's asshole telling me, "He's had a cleanliness problem here and we're working on that". I almost burst out laughing because Dodger is well known for having skid marks in his shorts... bathing suit too and I know that from personal experience. After fingering all around Vinnie's anus Dodger smells his finger and says, "Good job, Vinnie" then Dodger leans over and laps up Vinnie's crack three quick times. Vinnie's cooing, then going "Ahhhh that's so sexy, Dodger." At that Dodger pushes his thumb into Vinnie's wet hole and walks him toward the bed. Vinnie, bending at the waist now, needs to take little shuffling backward steps to keep up with Dodger as he's being pulled by his asshole to my bed. Dodger turns him around and says, "Lay your chest on the bed and keep your hole up" as Dodger's pulling his thumb out making a soft popping sound. Vinnie opens his mouth automatically and Dodger's thumb goes in to be cleaned. I don't like that Dodger's treating Vinnie this way but my dick likes it and it swerves on it's own from one side of my crotch to the other, firming up. Done with sucking Dodger's thumb, Vinnie looks back and asked, "You guys going to start off by fucking me" and Dodger says, "I thought we would, you being the youngest and all... what do you say, Dylan?" I start taking my clothes off saying, "An excellent place to start, but I'd like to feel both of your cocks up my ass before playtime is over." Dodger smiles and says, "You're still dreaming about that time I fucked you in the pool, ain't ya? Don't worry, I know you loved it and I'll do it again the first chance we get this summer... and, Vinnie... you see any reason Dylan shouldn't feel that salami of yours up his ass again?" Vinnie mumbles, "Hell no... he was getting it whether he asked for it or not." I didn't argue but truth is, even though I like to be a bit submissive in sex, I put my foot down where Vinnie being dominant is concerned... even I'm not that submissive. Jokingly I go, "Let me fuck that wise-ass first, Dodger... you can have sloppy seconds". Vinnie goes, "I wasn't trying to be a wise-ass, Dylan... don't be that way!" I go, "I'm kidding you, you're so sensitive tonight, Dude." He looks over at me and gives me the sweetest boy smile, then says, "The lube's in my pants pocket... " I laugh and say, "I said "dude" not "lube" but while saying it I was already rustling through his pants getting the lube. While Dodger's still getting undressed I put a lot of lube on Vinnie's hole and then slapped his ass first with my hand creating loud smacking sounds, and then with my slightly firm penis which didn't make much of a sound at all, but felt good... Vinnie's ass is two great orbs of tight, hairless tannish flesh. Holding my dick out, I say, "Dodger, how about sucking on this to get it harder" and to my surprise he gets right down on his knees, naked now except for jockey shorts and socks and puts my dick in his mouth getting right into sucking it. Bobbing his head to and fro tonging and licking my cock while hugging my ass and fingering my hole. It was going good so I took the opportunity to push it a little and said, "Give me a little rimming while you're at it" and again, Dodger obliges. He scurries around behind me and does a very good rimming, beginning with long laps up my crack and then tongues my hole until his tongue breaks inside my hole a bit. I was getting a big boner by now. Vinnie's still leaning over on the bed with his head craned around watching us, he says, "Dodger's been doing the rimming ever since you did it to him that time... you know, when we had our three way. I can't make myself do it though... he does it to me, that's why he checks to be sure I'm clean back there." Dodger stops long enough to say, "It rocks, rimming rocks. It's like the sexiest thing!" My boner's pretty hard so I say, "I'm good, Dodger... well, maybe suck on my hot cock a little bit more, than I'll fuck your main homeboy for a bit." Dodger's sucking my dick again and it's feeling good, getting close to too good so I hold his buzzed head in both my hands and say, "Let it slip out of your mouth now, Dodger" he tonged that bone-hard cock out and, still holding his head, I swiveled my hips a little smacking his face with my dick enough to splatter some of his own saliva around his face. Vinnie's looking back at us and mumbles, "Give it to him, Dylan". I did this not to be a bastard, but rather to bring Dodger down to earth a little, down from his dominant attitude with Vinnie's. It's my feeling that Dodger gets carried away treating Vinnie badly at times and I'm not sure if he does it to impress me or if it's how he always treats Vinnie. I know, I know... I get my rocks off when Willie bosses me around, but I think Vinnie's feelings get hurt rather than him getting aroused. He's so attached to Dodger though, he just puts up with it. It might help for Vinnie to see that Dodger's not particularly dominant with anyone else but him... that's why I was being a bit of a prick to Dodger. Of course, it's none of my business really, but maybe this subtle action on my part will help equal out the way the boys treat one another... see, I'm all about mentoring lately. But seriously, it's a very different thing when you're totally on board, mutually, with the dominant/submissive program, a willing participant like I am with Willie, as opposed to Dodger being a bully to Vinnie. Dodger will act humble if you push back and maybe Vinnie can pick up on that a little. Don't get me wrong, basically Dodger's one of my favorite boys, he just has a few flaws, like all of us. With spit all over his face, Dodger says "What'd I do, Dylan?" I say, "Oh, you didn't do anything... I was just imitating how you sometimes treat Vinnie, that's all". He looks quizzical, says "No, I hardly ever hit my boy Vinnie with my boner, do I Vinnie?" Dodger's chuckling though and to show he knows I'm not really beig mean to him he grabs my boner and laps the head like it's an iced cream cone. I wait a few seconds, smile, and pull away to turn to Vinnie, my boner pointing out and up, "Your turn, hottie.." and without hesitating I grab his hips, bend my knees a little to get down to his level, positioning my boner at his hole. Vinnie's looking forward, resting his forehead on his arms, and saying, "I'm always a little nervous at the beginning". I mumble, "No need to be," then pulling back on his hips I thrusts my cock four inches up his ass. Vinnie goes, "Ohhh fuck... wait a second.. tight". I wait ten seconds then push in the rest of the way... steadily shoving the super sensitive head of my cock up his hole till my bare crotch is touching his ass, then I lean in against his buttocks feeling my dick slip inside him another half inch. I mumble, "Jesus... oh my God this feels good, Vinnie... nice ass, dude." Slowly pulling back almost out of his hole, then immediately thrusting it all the way back in, my toes curl. He goes, "Ahhh shit... ahhh shit, yeah... fuck me, fuck my ass, Dylan..." I began a rocking motion with my hips and my steel shafted boner began to slide up and down his rectum easily now. Three or four minutes of that and I'm biting my bottom lip, it feels so wonderful... Vinnie reaches down and begins stroking his own boner. It takes more energy than you might think, very aerobic... gets the heart rate moving on up... so I pushed all the way back up his asshole and leaned my crotch heavily against his buttock, taking a break, catching my breath. I knew Dodger was watching of course, and if he's anything like me he's getting hard from just observing two boys fuck... there aren't too many things hotter than that for us gay boys. I look over at him and his three inches or so is sticking straight out from his shaved crotch, he's pulling on it, stroking the foreskin and stimulating the very large mushroomed shaped head at the end of his stubby boner, which is glistening. I know that it's going up my ass and as far as I'm concerned, the sooner the better. Sure enough, when I turn around and do a few half humps up Vinnie's ass, Dodger right up behind me gripping my hips to steady my buttocks and mutters, "Stand still for a second, OK Dylan" I do and he fingers my hole with a gob of lube. "Can you bend your knees a little more...?" when I do my ass sticks out toward Dodger... I feel the fat head of his short, fat-headed cock at my hole and then feel Dodger pressing it against my anus, more pressure, even more pressure and it pops inside me. I'm grunting at the diameter of it and let my body fall forward a little to accommodate that fat boner head with a better angle... right now it doesn't feel as hard as I remember it being, but I'll bet it'll get there pretty quickly. Dodger exhales a lot of air mumbling, "Bend over a little more... OK?" and he's got both arms around my belly with his hands clasped together just above where my cock enters Vinnie, all Dodger's fingernails are chewed off of course so everything feels smooth against my belly. He tightens his grip with his arms and leans on my back forcing me to lean forward even more, my chest almost touching Vinnie's back. Dodger humps his boned-up cock in and out twice, and while it's real tight now, I know it's soon going to feel awesome so I lay completely on Vinnie's back, my boner still way up inside him. Vinnie moans and tightens his buttocks, strangling my cock in the process... I moan then myself because this double stimulation is awesomely hot, Vinnie does the tightening thing six times in a row holding the muscles clenched for maybe five seconds each... he's moaning himself now and I lay my face against the top of his buzzed head... not surprised in the least that there's a sexy smell to this kid. Dodgers humping his fat cock up inside me, all three and a half inches of it and it's feeling about three and a half inches around by now too... another hump and he goes over some very sensitive spots in my rectum, I go, "Oh fuck... do it just like that agian... jeez... ah ah ah" as he's fucking me steady now, that fat head is getting harder and harder as more blood surges into that little cock of his with every thrust up my ass. It does indeed feel awesome, all I can do is grunt "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ohh ohh Dodger right there, faster" I first hear, and then feel "Smack, smack, smack" as Dodger fucks my ass and spanks it at the same time. He's hitting all the perfect spots inside me so I don't mind the spanking. Basically I can't even move now because the pleasure is so great... I'm completely pliable, laying loosely all over Vinnie's back, limp except for my rock hard cock. Vinnie's thrusting his ass up backward creating stimulation on my cock, he's moaning as he humps backward on my boner. I'm in ecstasy from both areas, my ass and my boner so I'm letting Dodger basically own my ass and Vinnie can do what he wants with my boner... they're both really working out. Three or four minutes of this double stimulation and my balls began quickly tightening up... I knew I was going to blow cum up Vinnie's ass any second now, but as usual I want to hold my load back if I can... not to be though, all I could do was moan, "yes, yes, yes, ahh ahh" as cum flew out from my cock filling Vinnie's ass and overflowing back on my shaved groin. Vinnie excitedly goes, "I felt that Dylan... it was like a hard stream from a water pistal... oh God, it's messy back there!" My cum was drooling out of Vinnie's asshole all around my boner. I'm going "Oh fuck! That felt good! Keep doing it, Dodger..." But Dodger had other idea, he made a long hissing sound as he pulled his short, fat boner out of my ass with me going, "Ohhh ohh oh... nooo, don't" and through clenched jaws Dodger says, "Dylan, let me inside Vinnie...would ya? I'd like to cum up his ass mixing my spunk with yours, give Vinnie a double shot, ya know..." Dodger's "double shot" comment, for some weird reason, made me think of that amusement ride on the boardwalk in Wildwood. Can you believe that...? With the amazing climax I just had, I'm thinking about an amusement ride as I'm pulling my cum-saturated cock out of Vinnie... the Wildwood double-shot... weird brain activity. The second I vacated Vinnie's hole, Dodger went right in and even with the earlier lube plus a hole full of my slippery spunk the initial penetration had Vinnie blowing spit out through closed lips, then saying "It feels like a baseball bat going up my ass... wait a fucking second, will ya...!" After my normal size cock, circumference-wise, Dodger's fat cock feels huge. It isn't necessarily how long it is that counts, but how you use it... ya know. Willie fucking me with his long, thinner cock is fantastic but it was also fantastic getting fucked with Dodger's fat, short cock. Dodger's fuck is much different, but I need to admit... fat short cock or long thin cock... right this second I can't tell ya which I like better. Then I remembered Robby's cock is exactly like Dodgers, my eyes got big and I gulped stroking my still hard dick. Robby's short fat cock, yes... very interesting. Dodger didn't last long inside Vinnie, he'd been close to blowing his load when I fired mine off. Vinnie was back jerking himself off so it's fifty-fifty who pops off first. With sweat dripping in his eyes Dodger was a boy on a mission though and he did get Vinnie to blow his load onto my sheets a few seconds before Dodger cried, "I'm cumming... oh my Goddddd..." he did three grunt sounds that you might make during body piercing, but the three of us knew these were three grunts of ecstasy... three blasts of cum from way down in his nuts to way up Vinnie's ass. Vinnie drooled spit all around his mouth continuing to stroke his large cock a minute or so making grunting sounds and then deposited his load on my bed grumbling, "Ahh, it burns... ahhhh... ohhh that feels so fucking good...". Dodger pulled out of Vinnie's ass, red in the face, huffing and puffing... he mumbles "I feel fucking dizzy, but I fucked the cum outta both of you, dudes..." Well, I couldn't argue with that... I go, "Helluva fuck, Dodger... way ta go, ya sex craved perve". Then I groaned for real as Vinnie pulled his legs up onto my bed laying on his back, his head on my pillow, cum running out his ass to join the rest of the cum on my sheets. Vinnie's smirking to beat the band, "I think maybe I got some spunk on your sheets, Dylan..." I go, "Ya think...?" He loaded up the edge of the mattress with his spunk and now my spunk mixed with Dodger's was drooling out Vinnie's ass all over my bed... he looked real cute though. Funny that Vinnie didn't even mention the great fuck from Dodger, guess he's used to those hot fucks of Dodger's by now... wonder how many times a week they do it. My eyes got big recalling that Dodger used to jerk himself off five or six times a day, no way he could be doing Vinnie that often though. When Dodger's involved, Vinnie's exclusively a bottom... just like it's evolved between Willie and me, but Vinnie obviously likes fucking when he gets the opportunity and he fucks good too so maybe later this evening. See, I identify with Vinnie... I'm looking out for the kid. I climbed up on top of the bed with Vinnie and lay close, our naked sides touching and our mostly limp wet dicks flopped around on our thighs. The first thing I notice is Vinnie's personal odor... the one I detected a while back, quite different. Kinda like Ray Ellis'... sexy, but not anything like Robby's or even Willies'. Real nice though... I get my arm under Vinnie's neck, and to get a better smell of him, pull his head over to mine and give him a kiss saying, "You're looking cute, Vinnie" he says, "No offense Dylan, but we don't make-out... do we Dodger? Ya know, boys kissing ain't too cool". I go, "Who told you that? Dodger and his brother kiss six times a day for Christ's sakes.." Dodger climbs up with us and now we fill the twin bed from side to side. Dodger's always had an incredibly good smell about him... it's in his actually skin. I know that someone, some place, some time, must have done studies about this smell thing, it's always an item with me. I took a deep inhale enjoying being here with these boys... I wanted to enjoy myself even though I kinda know I'd too old for them. I dropped that thought and instead was thinking, "If we weren't so slim we wouldn't fit on this mattress". Dodger says, "Robby and I are brothers so we can kiss... boys that aren't brothers don't kiss... get real with that". What a ridiculous conclusion and we have a short argument about that with me concluding, "You two numbnuts must not check out the boys porn on-line because they're always doing hot make-outs there". "Well, we watch porn sites but we don't do hot make-outs even though they do" says Dodger. I said, "You don't know what you're missing". I was in the middle, both boys laying their heads on my bicep muscle which I'm proud to say looked good... the biceps I'm referring to. I always had these good guns... it's a genes thing. The three of us bantered back and forth for a half hour, wrestling part of the time... three totally naked boys feeing totally relaxed about being naked together, touching, rubbing, pulling, smelling and loving it. Their skin is so new, so smooth and hairless, their great bodies with the proper definition in all the right places... what a treat to roll around with them in bed... me going, "Euuu, icky" whenever my leg rolls over a wet, cold, cum spot. We got the giggles about Vinnie's huge piece of meat and then Dodger and I took turns sucking on it till it was a full fledged boner once more. After that we rolled Vinnie on his stomach and took turns rimming him, mixing our spit together in his ass crack, lapping off any of our our cum residue there and getting his hole really loosened up, our tongues taking turns getting almost an inch up inside his ass, our faces wetly rubbed together while rubbing against his hot ass. Dodger and I soon had boners too... we rolled Vinnie back over on his back and I went down on him again sucking that super-sized penis till it was almost standing straight up in the air... Vinnie groaning and moaning rubbing my shoulders and pulling my hair. When Dodger was going down on Vinnie's cock, I licked Vinnie's balls, then sucked one into my mouth to hum on it and finally he grunts, "I'm cumming" and two small squirts of cum plopped out which Dodger quickly licked off his dick and rolled it around on his tongue. I go, "Let me taste" and take some from his mouth on my finger to taste, and then swallow. Dodger and I say, "Yum" at the same time and he cups his hand behind my head, pulling my head down to his semi-boned short cock, "you wanna suck it, I know you do... I'll give ya some more teen cream, you're just gonna love it..." He's really cheerful, we all are. I open up and take the big fat head of his cock in my mouth tonging the pee slit cleaning out a drop of drying cum, then suck the whole head into my mouth. I know Dodger has just fucked me and Vinnie with this cock, it's been up both our asses, but I don't care except initially when I needed to suck off the lube, that isn't too cool. I sucked Willie off last Sunday morning after he'd fucked me a couple of times Saturday night... I did it without him showering in between his fucking and my sucking... it's raunchy, but I like it. There isn't any fetal material in the rectum anyway, it passes through there of course but isn't stored there. I like sucking cock if the boy's a friend of mine, I never think about sucking cock for anyone I don't know or about sucking an old guys' cock... old guys need to suck other old guy's cocks, it's only fair. Boys that don't like sucking their buddies' cock are missing so much and it's a shame really but what are ya gonna do... they refuse to try it. Dodger has a nice tasting dick, the texture of the head is so sexy to suck on and press with my tongue... initially there's some give but it gets harder and harder the more I suck it, just like it did when he fucked me with it When I'd sucked Dodger's cock clean I pushed the head out with my tongue and lapped up the shaft of his cock from the top of his nuts to the rim of that swollen mushroom head. Dodger was running his fingers through my hair making "Mmmmm" sounds. I've got my own stiff boner back, a result of blowing Dodger... I was thinking things felt so good right now, and then while doing the second lap up the shaft of Dodger's boner, I feel Vinnie guide my boner into his mouth and the really good feeling got even better. I had to stop and gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue lapping all around the head and under the foreskin of my dick. Obviously Vinnie isn't thinking straight, he won't rim Dodger because the thought of his tongue in Dodger's asshole is repugnant to the youngster, but yet he's sucking my cock which has recently been up his own asshole. Whatever, he's giving me great head, he must do it for Dodger daily... he knows what he's doing, it feels good, really good. I try concentrating on licking the cum off the shaft of Dodger's boner but Vinnie's sucking me off so good I need to split my focus. Done with licking Dodger's penis shaft, back in my mouth goes that big head, ohh... so nice to suck on that. This three and a half inch boner couldn't get any harder so I switched to sucking his balls and when they were soaking wet with spit I lapped under his balls near his hole. Dodger is making little grunting sounds... he picks his legs up so I can get to his ass and I go to town lapping up his ass crack going over his hole with every lap... panting now, Dodger pushes my head away, saying "Please, can you hold up for a second, Dylan... I'm afraid I'll cum again and I don't want to cum right now" Vinnie pulls my dick out of his mouth, picks his head up, and says, "How'd that feel, Dylan?" Not caring what these two think about boys kissing boys, I pulled his head to me and kissed his mouth, then talking with our lips together I said, "It felt fabulous...!" Dodger goes, "Roll over Dylan, ya got my boner achingly hard, I'll do you again" and damn if I didn't roll right over for him... it felt so good the first time I wanted it again. Dodger is a great fucker, I was almost squealing into my pillow from the sensations in my ass, my pillow smelling more like Vinnie than me by now. After about fifteen minutes of sensational fucking I was bucking my hips into the mattress going, "I'm cumming... I'm cum" and my boner fired off a couple of short strings of cum, me making guttural sounds in my throat and seeing stars behind my eyes... my whole body shivered and shuddered. Dodger began spanking my ass hard, ten, maybe twelve times. I was yelping but it was so fucking hot!. Vinnie's stroking his cock, all horned-up... he whines, "Let me do him for a minute, Dodger..." Dodger grunts, then pulled out of my hole making the same hissing sound through his lips that he made earlier... the head of his cock pops when it snaps out past my sphincter muscle, both buttocks quivered and goose bumps came up on my arms, electric shocks in my nuts... but without Dodger's cock I was feeling empty back there. Then Vinnie's huge cock was inside me and I was totally the opposite of empty. It's long and fat, although no fatter than the head on Dodger's unusually shaped cock. With all the lube and Dodger's earlier spunk, Vinnie's cock quickly felt wonderful and while Vinnie fucked me for maybe another ten minutes, neither he nor I came close to another climax. It was excellent fun though, we'd been at our sexy play for about an hour. We all had popped off too early in the game, that's what the problem was. I would have liked everything to last longer and so would the boys but to be honest we were kinda wiped-out at the moment. Dodger likes fucking my hole whenever he gets the chance because he can always fuck Vinnie's and variety is the spice of life. Vinnie likes fucking me because Dodger never lets him fuck him. I'm versatile, top or bottom, although I prefer bottom and they both fuck me good. We took showers, one at a time... during mine I had that thought that I'm too old to be having sex with these too again. I need more will power! After getting dressed, Dodger drove us to Dairy Queen for soft ice cream cones, on the way we commented obviously about the "soft" aspect of the ice cream... ya know, after all the hard things we've been dealing with tonight. It's difficult for me to come down off a sexual high like that without the cuddling that I'm used to, it's sort of a transitional thing but these guys aren't into that, yet. With Willie particularly, the after-fuck hugging and cuddling is an integral part of the sexual package. I love to be in Willie's grasp all tightly held within his arms and legs... I even like the hickey he gives me, most of it anyway. But maybe a lot of that is my enjoyment of Willie being dominant... he decides what we do, I'm just docile for him... whatever he wants is cool by me. Many guys don't like being submissive, I know that... I don't think Vinnie does, for example. Naturally you don't need to be submissive to cuddle and kiss of course. Whatever... Vinnie and Dodger just don't want to do it. It's just that without something like that, the sex play ends too abruptly... same thing with Elliot the two times we had sex together. Without the affectionate make-out, or something like that at least, you go from climaxing to "let's get an ice cream..." ya know? Apparently Dodger and Vinnie aren't bothered by the abrupt ending because they're both effervescent at the moment saying "that was the best possible three-sum ever". Oh well, it was fantastic, but I'm just saying it could be better that's all. It seemed a waste of time, but because I'm the old guy here maybe I can justify my participation by contributing some knowledge to them... so, on the way to the Dairy Queen I try one last time, "You guys are missing out on the kissing thing. Vinnie, didn't you like my kiss there on the bed? Even a little bit?" He goes, "I don't know, maybe... Dodger, you said boys don't kiss, right?" Dodger's like, "Hmmm, I kinda look up to Dylan so if he says it's so hot, maybe we should try it. You say it's wicked hot, Dylan?" Surprised they're willing to consider my advise, I go, "Yeah, it is... try it together sometime and see if it works for you." Dodger blows his horn at a car that swerved over into our lane, curses... then goes, "Would you be willing to do some kissing Dylan, with Vinnie... see what Vinnie thinks about it." It's fairly dark in the car but I still see Vinnie's olive complexion turn pink, " He goes, "You can do it to me, Dylan, if you want to." I say, "OK.." and get my arm around Vinnie's neck pulling his head over like I did earlier tonight, this time I give him a wet kiss with my tongue in his mouth and within five seconds he's rubbing his tongue against mine... it's almost an instinctive reaction if you're open-minded about it. Vinnie moves his hand to the back of my head holding my face tight against his face. The kiss lasted over a minute and Vinnie finally struggled to pull away, making a high little squeal... our faces parted slightly and he huffs breath into my face muttering, "Oh fuck, I got another boner... that is so hot, Dylan" and we do a more gentle open mouth kiss then. It's fun making out with this young kid, his first time... so maybe I taught them something to enhance their enjoyment of each other... you know, to justify my enjoyment because it was so much fun tonight. I was even able to forget all about being pissed-off about my main homeboys off doing stuff with someone other than me. Dodger and Vinnie chirped back and forth about the making-out topic accusing each other as being the actual one who didn't want to do it. "We gotta try it, Dodger... oh my God, it's so embarrassing at first, but oh so hot too!" We pulled into Dairy Queen with Dodger going, "Jeez Dylan, last time you taught me about rimming and now you got us into boy make-outs, we definitely need to hangout with you more often". That made be think it's OK I was with these kids, I'm gonna be nineteen soon so it rocks doing it with younger kids, I'm just not positive it's proper... I worry about everything though. Out of the car we ran into some of Dodger's buddies and, ya know, having some gay buddy-sex with the younger kids was phat, but chillin' with these younger kids got old real quick. It's like... I been there, done that... that sorta thing. So, I finished the cone, hung around just long enough not to be rude and then pulled Dodger aside to say, "No problem, dude... it's just that I gotta be somewhere in a little while. You hang in here and chill with your buddies, I'll walk back to my place, it's only over the hill. It was real tonight, dude, loved it!" He's like, "Ya sure you wanna walk? I'll give you a ride" I give him a quick hug and a pat on the back saying, "I'm good, man... tonight was the best. Say goodbye to Vinnie and I'll see ya around, OK..." I think he was relieved I'm leaving because now he can really act silly like only fifteen and sixteen year olds can get away with. They're still in the in-between age where they're driving around in cars, sneaking liquor and smoking, but they still want to play miniature golf or something like that sometimes too. I smoked a cigarette as I walked, and reviewed tonight and damn if it wasn't a great sexy time. Wish I knew I was gay at their age, Jesus... those bodies. And then, even after all the sex tonight I found myself getting hard thinking about our three-sum... and thinking about how great those two boys smelled, and looked, and felt. Not that nineteen is over the fucking hill by any means, but fifteen, oh man the climaxes those boys produced... ha ha ha! Holy shit! It was still early on a Saturday night, but I'm staying in. I don't have a ride, Chubby's using our car, and I don't really have anyplace to go anyway. I turned on the ballgame, but mostly zoned-out thinking about the three high school parties I knew were going on right now, one of which I wish I was at and it's not the baseball players party or Mary Jo's... it's the future senior editor's party... I should be there. For one thing it's sorta my responsibility to represent the Eagle as the current senior editor, for another thing I like Robert Winters ... he's the kid throwing the party. He's a responsible, good kid... too bad I'm not either of those things at the moment. I always think of my dick first and now I've got to deal with a guilty conscience... you may have noticed that first I took care of my dick with that three-sum, so now I have the time to feel sorry for myself about not being responsible, and boo hoo hoo... the horniness is all taken care of though, couldn't think about this other stuff until that was taken care of. Damn, I'm disappointed in myself right now. And, oh yeah... the other reason I wish I was at that party is because there's a good chance Carl Denton will be there. When I think about all the times he fucked me I get a chill. I went through a wide range of emotions with him from loathing him at the beginning to hero worship in the end. He lost interest in me actually... at least that's how I recall it going, we just drifted apart when Willie took over. And did Willie ever take over too. He's hot alright. Then I went back to thinking about our three-sum tonight and I felt a little guilty about that again too. Dodger's always thought I was cool so he includes me in the three-sum, but I noticed they were glad I took off when they hooked-up with buds from their class... I was too old for them then. Fuck! How'd I get into this mood? Maybe it's the vodka wearing off... like a moody hangover or something. This sucks! I went upstairs and stared out the front window wondering what time Chubby will get home. Then I changed my sheets, put them in the washer and cleaned my room... all the time thinking. "Am I drunk or what. Cleaning on a Saturday night?" I watched the top of the ninth inning, the Red Sox beat the Rays, and on that good note I went to bed between crisp, clean sheets and slept really well until about nine o'clock the next morning. Just like last Sunday I was the first one up so I got my Jeep keys and drove to Dunkin Donuts for our Sunday morning coffees. I had to adjust the seat back away from the dashboard... Chubby likes it way up close to the steering wheel. I also inspected the seats for foreign matter without finding anything suspicious. Back home I picked up the Sunday Globe off the sidewalk in front of our condo and sat on the steps reading the sports section smoking a Marlboro Light and drinking my coffee. Later inside, I'd just finished reading the Opinion pages, disagreeing with almost everything I read there, when my Mom comes out of her bedroom all cheery and bright eyed and full of positive comments. "Dylan, I just love that funny little haircut you got last week, I meant to tell you. You look so cute with it, sweetheart. Oh my God, I can't believe you're going to be graduating high school..." and talk, talk, talk... Tris comes bopping in to save me in the nick of time. I micro-waved their large coffees and warmed-up what was left of mine at the same time. My Mom has transferred her attention to Tris... two of them began discussing their evening after work last night. I turned-off my attention to that and began making our Sunday breakfast wondering where Chubby was... he's suppose to be helping with this. Hmmmm, perhaps an omelet this morning... potato, onion, cheese, and egg omelet, Oscar Myers thick sliced bacon, and blueberry muffins. The muffins come in a package... add water, pour the mixture into a pie pan, then into the oven at three hundred fifty degree for twenty-five minutes, and when done cut in pie shaped wedges... that's the way we do it. I was putting them in the over when Chubby came in slamming the front door, Tris goes, "Chuuuuubieeeee!" He gives a great smile and goes, "Yes, mother??" She says, "Don't slam the door, I got a tiny hangover" Chubby says, "It's always alcoholic related whenever you're cruel to me". She's like, "Riiiight!" And then I get my hug from Chubby which today includes a rub of his nose on my cheek... he's already trying to make-up for abandoning me last night. I act cool, but friendly, asking "How'd what's-her-name's party go?" He goes, "It wasn't much fun without you there, Dylan" and as much as I tried not to I had to smile at his outrageous attempt to brown-nose me. He was smirking too because he knows how much I like him. Pretending to be shy, he says, "What do you want me to do to help with the breakfast?" I shake my head and mumble, "You are such a fraud... crack some eggs and scramble them" he squeezes my hand and says, "Yes, master..." but he stays next to me and squeezes my hand again so I look at him and he makes a pathetic face at me so I hug him and Tris says, "Have you boys joined the other team or something... should you be telling us anything" and I go, "Why do you ask that, because I do this?" and I kissed Chubby's cheek and he kissed me right back and then both of us get quizzical looks on our faces, like "what's wrong with that?" Together the moms go "Oh, cute...". Chubby and I were tight again, we always were, actually. The rest of breakfast went nicely too... he didn't mention Mary Jo and I didn't mention my three-way sex orgy. After cleaning up the breakfast stuff we drove over to Robby's... the three of us are headed back to North Andover to reserve a two bedroom apartment at the Royal Crest complex for a September lease... we're going to college... damn! Robby comes out of his house looking so hot, it made be think of his brother last night and I got a guilty conscience going for me again. I gotta stop doing sex with his brother. Its wicked unfair to Robby so I made a pact with myself that the next time I see Dodger, without revealing that Robby's gay, I'm going to insist he swears he'll never tells Robby about the sexual incidents we've had together which are basically Dodger fucking me in the pool and the two three-ways... and, I won't tell this to Dodger, but the fact is I'm not participating in anymore sex with him or Vinnie. A guilty conscience is worse than a fucking hangover. I've only had a few hangovers, but they're quite memorable... in a extremely bad way. Robby walked by my window on the driver's side and I hung my hand out to hold his hand for a few seconds, he smiled sweetly and this surge of love warmed me. I hope my eyes conveyed my feelings for him. He gets in the backseat and immediately asked, "How'd the party go last night Chubby? Mine was awesome!" and those two talked about their parties all the way to North Andover, me... I kept my mouth shut while driving and accepted it all like it was my penance for being so bad last night. I drove directly to that rental office we were at last Sunday and gave the lady all our paperwork including the co-signers papers, my Mom and Chubby's Mom of course did the cosigning, and all our college loan papers... we had lots of papers, more than we needed. We also had a bank check for the first month's rent, security deposit and a couple of other random costs. A young man, who was definitely gay, took us to look at an apartment similar to the one we'll be moving into. It was cool... sure, it's an old place but renovated recently with bright hardwood floors, new bathroom fixtures and kitchen appliances, and generally it was better than our own condos. We left to cruise around the campus once more, our paperwork for Merrimack was mailed last week so we're good. We were also actually beginning to grasp the concept that we'd be living on our own in a few months and we tried to be cool, but we're all wicked excited too. Late lunch in Fuddrucker's again sitting in a booth and taking inventory of our future apartment's furniture situation. These are not furnished apartments, we all have stuff from home we'll bring with us but there's certain things we'll need to buy too. Then I asked the guys about Connor, could he be a forth guy and because I was the only one who knew him fairly well the reaction was mixed. On the one hand, it reduces the cost for each of us and creates more so-called meal money, but in reality we already have more meal money than we need so extra money will be used as "spending money". The guys finally said that it's up to me... I know him and I need to take responsibility for determining if he'll fit in. Damn, I hate the responsibility, especially because of recent incidents of me being irresponsible like not going to the Eagles' newspaper party... and maybe my participation in sex with the boys last night although I'm just not really sure about that part being irresponsible yet... but there's been other irresponsible behavior on my part. In any case, I told Robby and Chubby I'd give it careful thought and discuss it with them again next week sometime. After lunch we're back on campus, the first place I go is the Admissions office... I wanted to pick-up all the college loan and and financial aid forms I could get my hands on... for Connor. Then the three of us casually walked around talking back and forth until we run into a small group of summer students sitting around a big outdoor table. Most of the regular students are finished for the year and have left the campus already. These guys wave us over, very friendly although right away I detect something obvious and give Robby a quick glance... all four of these guys are openly gay like the man at the apartment complex had been. That's five openly gay guys in the last half hour. Chubby spends only a minute with these gay guys finding-out where a men's room is and heads out for that while Robby and I sit at the table with them. This might be informative, is what I was thinking. I say they're obviously gay because each one was broadcasting it. The cutest one had highlighted puffy hair and waxed eyebrows replaced with a penciled in narrow line. Another one, on the heavy side, had ridiculously black hair, emo style, wearing purple biker shorts, work boots, and an open button down shirt with nothing on under it except a lot of fur on his chest and stomach. The third guy looked too old to be a student, but was. He was effeminate, flamboyant mannerisms... he walked in a mincing manner when going to the trash receptacle, then threw in his trast with an exaggerated limp wrist, and most noticeable of all was his strong lisping way of speaking... overly ssssibilant, if you know what I mean... esss sound over-accentuated whenever possible. I thought he was joking at first, putting us on with a parody of a feminine gay guy... but apparently he wasn't. The last kid was a young looking GAM with that great pale tannish skin tone and the wonderful Asian dark eyes. He had a touch of make-up on around his eyes and a garish purple shirt, but other than that was the most straight-acting of the group. We talked a couple of minutes about activities on campus, these guys are regular student taking extra courses this summer. The Asian, named Jon, came right out and said, "Hope you boys are open to diversity because as you can see, Merrimack has a diverse student body." Robby and I looked appropriately clueless so Jon adds, "In case you're from another planet and don't know, we're gay". Robby looked down and I mumbled, "Ya don't say..." They chuckled and asked some questions about our areas of study, where we're going to live, how we chose Merrimack, and stuff like that. Waxed eyebrows didn't give his name, he seemed the most serious, maybe a little angry about something. He asked, "Your friend a mute?" I go, "No, just quiet". He says, "You boys interested in the LGBT club on campus?" and I go, "What's that's?" I knew what it is from hanging with Willie's gay friends in Cambridge, but I didn't like his attitude. He rolled his eyes and waved his hand at me like, "don't give me that shit". The other three were nice but waxed eyebrows was throwing in gay buzz words whenever he could, making the others smile, he said stuff like "you boys looking for some trade, or a trick?" I'm like, "Huh?" He said to the gam, "A couple of yestergays, maybe". At one point he asked, "Which one of you boys is the pitcher?" and Robby raised his hand and said, "Mostly I play second base but I've pitched relief in quite a few games this season." I knew what "waxed eyebrows" meant so I smiled and shook my head a bit saying, "He's the catcher actually" making Robby look at me quizzically and mumble, "I haven't caught since I was a Freshman on the junior varsity team". Everyone was smiling and exchanging "looks", then the swishy one says, "Don't pay any attention to Roland, it's her time of the month... isn't it girlfriend?" The cute Roland gave swishy the finger and mumbles, "You should know size-queen". Somehow I realized Chubby was standing behind me, I turn around and he's staring hard at Roland... then speaks directly to him. "There's no need to give us any shit... you called us over to your table. What, ya think you can fuck with our heads blabbing all the nonsensical bullshit and we just take it like we're assholes?" Three of the gay guys start talking all at once saying conciliatory things, but Roland gets red in the face, throws up his arms, and stands up abruptly yelling, "I won't be a part of a confrontation..." and he stalks away. Chubby goes, "What the fuck...?" The other guys apologize for Roland saying he's having a hard time getting over a boy he has a crush on who recently told him he's straight. Chubby frowns, shakes his head and says to me, "ready to head back?" then to the three gay guys, "no offense, we just gotta get going". Robby was right up out of his seat so I get up and say, "Nice meeting you, I'll see ya in the Fall...". They wave while saying basically the same thing. We're walking back to the car and I'm thinking, gay guys like straight guys come in many different flavors. A couple of these guys reminded me of guys I met through Willie, mostly in Cambridge... even the Roland type, the chip on the shoulder type. I don't like that type, gay or straight, but the other three guys were nice. The only gay boy in my circle who even comes close to being obviously gay is Jay, he'll know these guys a week after he gets here I'll bet. I wondered about Elliot, I can see the possibility of him acting more like the outdoor table guys if he spends a lot of time with them. I don't see Robby and me, or Willie for that matter, ever being quite that gay, not that there's anything wrong with it. Doing some gay sex with my gay friends is exciting, but the truth is we're in a more or less isolated environment within a straight community and I forget sometimes there are gay communities out there too. Do I want to live in one or the other? Right now I definitely feel more comfortable in the straight world, sneaking gay sex, but how about the future....? I guess I'll find out in the future. I lit a cigarette and wondered if those guys at the table were at one time straight-acting guys, like most of the gay boys I know... and is it actually acting? I don't feel like I'm acting, I feel like I've always felt and do things the way I've always done them. I was wondering about whether I'm glad or upset that we ran into those four gay guys... was it a good thing or a bad thing?...hmmmm? Chubby pulled on my earlobe and asks, "You're spaced-out again, Dylan?" I go, "Huh?" and he says, "I asked you what's up with those gay guys? I can't believe you put up with their shit." I go, "Only the one guy was an asshole, the other three were nice guys." "Why do you want to hang around with queers in the first place? There are lots of summer students on campus walking around who aren't queer. I talked to a regular guy coming out of the men's room... he says this can be a good party school if you get to know the right guys. That's the kind of thing we need to delve into, not a bunch of fairies." I go, "Oh" and leave it at that... Robby gives me a questioning look so I smile at him with a little shake of my head, then give him a squeeze at the back of his neck saying, "Did those bad gay boys scare you, Robby?" He laughs and says, "Fuck you..." which is always an acceptable general-use response when nothing else comes to mind. Chubby drove home... I'd be lying if I said his negativity about gays wasn't beginning to bother me. Last week he frantically tried to convince me he wasn't gay during his confession, as if it would be the end of the world if he were. And now today with the "queer" word this and "queer" word that. Prior to last week I never heard a homophobic word out of him, that's in almost nineteen years, not even in a joking manner. So, now I gotta worry about that, plus this Connor thing.... it's always something, ya know? Robby was kinda chatty on the way back to Framingham and I'm always happy to listen to him, to hear that boyish voice of his, the way he innocently expresses himself gives me a boner some times, but then what doesn't. I didn't feel too much like talking myself so it was good Robby did... yeah it was, even if he did go into a little bit too much detail about that fucking party he was at last night... at least I didn't need to listen to anymore about Chubby and Mary Jo's dorky pool party. Obviously the prayer I made for rain was totally a waste of time, you'd think God might answer a prayer every now and then, if it's not too much trouble! Jeez. Tonight we're eating dinner at the same restaurant we ate at after our campus visit to western Massachusetts a couple of weeks ago, it's the one our Moms waitress at... same crew too, minus Dodger. Tris and her boyfriend, Mom and Jake, and the tree of us college bound boys, Robby, Chubby, and moi... which is french for me, in case ya didn't know... I think it is, anyway. Chubby parked the car beside Jake's import, then we went in through the bar's entrance... that's where we knew the double date couples would be. The two moms and their boyfriends were at the bar laughing it up, they seemed a jolly group. It was obvious who Chubby was staring at as right off as he had these hero-worship eyes for Jake who we could see at the end of the bar. Robby headed for the men's room and I squeezed the back of Chubby's neck, pulled his head close to mine and whispered, "Not a word, Chubby ... Jake kept his promise, we gotta keep ours and he doesn't ever want to hear about that matter again. Loose lips sink ships, dude". Chubby looked at me with this real serious expression, I add "There's no way on earth anyone could trace the Ortiz ass-kicking back to Jake unless we fuck up and say something that someone hears and yadda, yadda, yadda." Chubby goes, "Yadda...? What the fuck does that mean?" I go, "That Seinfeld episode... remember?" Then Tris looks over and sees us, she says something to my Mom and then waves. All four of them turn to give a tiny wave and Tris says, "Go on into the restaurant guys, there's a reservation under Chubby's name, we'll be in shortly..." I nod my head at her and give a special finger wave to my Mom, who blows me a kiss. Chubby mumbles, "Ya notice who's name they put the fucking reservation under, don't ya? The responsible one, that who..." I was now staring into Jake's eyes, after two seconds he gave me the slightest noncommittal nod of his head, a totally neutral expression on his face, and then went back to looking at his glass of beer. Chubby squeezes my hand and whispers, "Did you see the look on Mr Rollins' face... ice in his veins, Dylan. Ya gotta somehow express my gratitude to him. I won't say anything I promise, but you think of something to let him know how much this means to me... getting out of that shit storm was one of the biggest events in my life, dude... please, Dylan". Robby was walking towards us so I turned away from the bar saying, "Let's go into the restaurant, Chubby. Don't worry, I know how to show Jake how much it meant to both of us, he'll know it after I tell him something... that something is a private matter between Jake and me and you'll just need to take my word for it. OK?" He's like, "Is it that Uncle thing you were talking about?" I go, "I just fucking said it was a private matter." Chubby goes, "Does it have anything to do with your Mom?" I say, "For Christ sakes, are you dense, it's private... I'm not telling you." He mutters, "Why didn't ya say so then." Looking over I see the smirk on his face... he's breaking my balls again. Gave him another squeeze on the back of his neck making him smile, and then mumble, "OK, I totally trust you'll thank him for me somehow. I can trust you'll do it because when you've made it known how important what he did for me is, you'll tell me. I'll be looking right into your eyes when you tell me, and since you're the worse liar I ever met, I'll know if you're telling the truth... right?" I go, "I won't need to lie, Chubby" and Robby says, "Are you two guys whispering about me behind my back again?" I say, "Yes, that's exactly what we're doing. Chubby thinks you have a fat ass, don't ya Chub?" Chubby goes, "No, I was mocking his small dick..." and Robby exclaims, "My small cock, how bout your's...". Robby and Chubby are chuckling, walking ahead now. I'm noticing that Robby's louder exclamation of the words "small cock" was overheard by two older woman sitting in a booth behind Robby, one knocked over her wine glass as they both looked up, their eyes blinking with startled expressions. The boys walked on oblivious to the commotion they'd caused. A waitress hurried over to the booth as one of the old coots was pointing at us while we retreated undisturbed into the restaurant portion of the bar and grille. It wasn't much quieter in here, I could just make out Chubby saying to the maitre d', "Reservations for Chubby" which even I knew was dumb, it would be under Romero, his last name. Robby and I smirked at each other, like "What an feeb..." After checking the reservations for "Chubby" the maitre d' shook his head, Chubby leans over to scan the register with an annoyed frown on his face, then pointed at "Romero" and we were shortly seated. At the table Robby goes, "A reservation under Chubby ?" Chubby flips the back of his hand mumbling, "I did it for laughs, I knew it would be under my last name". I say, "We're so sure...." The waitress took our drink orders, two iced teas for Robby and me... Chubby ordered a frozen strawberry daiquiri. Robby and I rolled our eyes at each other while making dismissive hissing sounds. Chubby got the last laugh this time though because the waitress wrote it down and walked away. We looked at Chubby, he looked back at us and says, "What...?" It didn't occur to me that the bartender will simply make the drink with everything that goes into a strawberry daiquiri except the rum, Robby and I figured that out later. In the restaurant, when the drink actually was put in front of Chubby, we were impressed... just looking at the drink you can't tell it's virgin, no booze. Chubby having the balls to order a cocktail, and getting it, completed trumped his silly reservation snafu... he wins again. The Moms had informed us this morning that the two of them were insisting to the boyfriends that they split the dinner bill this time... they called it a Dutch treat so us guys ordered accordingly. We didn't go crazy like we did a couple of weeks ago. Still a great dinner though, and lots of fun. After dessert the three of us were outside smoking, the adults were back sitting at the bar. Robby needs to get home so he can finish studying for a final exam he's taking tomorrow so there won't be any hanky-panky between the two of us tonight, but Chubby and I are going to do our secret shaving routine which I hope includes the fabulous way we sometimes jerk each other off. So, with that in mind we needed to get to it because we're not sure what time the Moms will pop-in from their dates. We flicked our cigarette butts, mine doing no damage for a change, and I drove Robby home, then drove straight to our condo. We went right downstairs, Chubby goes, "I'll do you first" so I dropped my pants just like that, and then stepped out of my jockey shorts. Chubby was getting the razor, shaving cream, washcloth, and towel from the under-sink cabinet. I'm thinking, "Oops, did I hide that Vaseline tube behind the toilet bowl cleaner last time, or did I just throw it in there?" Chubby came out with only the items we needed, no Vaseline tube to question me about, so I'm good. Chubby glanced quickly at my swinging dick, then looks me in the eyes and says, "Let's review something, OK?" I nod my head, "Sure... what?" He goes, "The things we do together like this can only be classified as queer... I mean, what else could you call it, but because you and me have been doing this kind of thing since we were little kids it gets kinda grandfathered in, if you know that reference." I go, "I hear ya, and yeah I know what grandfathered in means... ya think I'm stupid?" Chubby squeezes my hand and is surprisingly serious when he says, "I know you're far from stupid. I don't think that at all, and as a matter of fact I don't have a single negative thought about you, not one... I think you're almost perfect, so no... I certainly don't think you're stupid." I was a little stunned because it had been a night of light ball-busting. Except for the one exception of my promise that I'd let Jake know how grateful we are, it was just goofing good fun. I mumble, "I know, Chubby... thank you. I feel the same about you." He goes, "Just so we're both on the same page, that's all. I like doing these queer things with you, I'm not afraid to admit that, but it's because we've been doing things like this from a time before we knew any better. That makes it OK as far as I'm concerned. How do you see it?" I scratched my head and quietly say, "The same as you..." thinking to myself... I'm such a coward, this would be a good time to mention that I'm gay. I couldn't make myself do that though because Chubby's recently uttered slightly homophobic comments makes me afraid a wall will come up between us if I came out to him. He smiles, squeezes both my hands at once and says, "Why the frightened expression, Dylan? We're cool! You and me are special... we're the best best-friends on planet earth and beyond. Smile for me, I just wanted to clarify stuff because of that situation with Ricky, that's all. I'm not blaming you for anything, I love you Dylan... you're the most important person in my life. I guess I'm worried that maybe you think less of me because of, you know... that stuff I told you about." He was still holding both my hands or I'd have squeezed the back of his neck. I smiled back at him and said, "Oh, OK... we're cool". It was getting too heavy so I backed off from exchanging anymore mutual admiration comments. Plus, I was a little bit stunned... stunned at the depth of Chubby's sincerity, but also relieved to hear the reason he felt he needed to clarify our special relationship... the part relating to the occasional queer stuff, as he calls it. My focus was more on that aspect of his comments rather than the very touching, affectionate comments. I'm relieved to discover he's concerned that I may have doubts about him rather than him having doubts about me, and I'm referring to doubts about anything, not just sexuality concerns. We're both over-thinking each other lately, it's one of the consequences of the bizarre Ortiz situation. But you know, this might fit in with my theory that Chubby's going to be Mr Stud Man for awhile, the hetero-babe-magnet of Framingham High School while he tries to prove to everybody he's straighter than straight! That's ridiculous on many fronts because he already told me he climaxed while being fucked and that's at least bi behavior, as I concluded before. Maybe he thinks he's trying to convince me of something when the reality of it is he's trying to convince himself of something. The best thing I can do is not complicate the situation by trying to help... let it work itself out for awhile. As I think my thoughts, I'm standing on the little throw rug in the half bath in the basement holding my polo shirt up away from my naked crotch. Chubby has soaked my bristly pubes and lathered them with shaving cream, then he took hold of my cock in his left hand to keep it away from the safety razor and it boned-up, so I did a Chubby-rationalization before he could get one going himself. I say, "You know that even someone as hetero as Bill Clinton would spring a boner if some guy did to him what you're doing, right?" Cubby was concentrating on the shaving but muttered, "Of course, a dick gets touched enough it gets hard, it's blood ya know... that's what makes it hard." I could have made that "Do you think I stupid?" remark again, but instead I said, "Is that right..." He looked up at me and said, "Did ya ever notice that when you put the words 'THE' and the Internal Revenue Service' 'IRS' together it spells 'THEIRS'?" I go "Huh?" He's holding the razor away from me, a small grin on his cute face... allowing himself to enjoy us being 'us' again perhaps. He says, "Maybe you've noticed that the Roman Numerals for the number forty are XL, as in extra large? You know, inferring that people put on weight or get fat by the time they're forty?" I'm shaking my head mumbling, "You're giving me a headache with that shit. Where do you find these idiotic snippets of minutiae?" He says, "Oh for Christ sakes, everyone knows these things..." and he goes back to shaving me. It doesn't take long, not as long as I wish it took, that's for sure. When he let go of my dick it stood away from my body some, pointing upward... not an actual boner but feeling good. While contemplating if I should be the one to mention masturbation, Chubby used a washcloth soaked in warm water to wipe my groin with and then dried it with a fluffy hand towel. He ran his hand all over the area feeling for stubble, looked up and said, "Smooth as the day you were born. This shaved pube thingie is neat... comfortable feeling, don't ya think?" I shake my head yes, and he goes, "Alright, let me relieve your pent-up teen horniness..." I let the air out of my lungs slowly, nodding my head as Chubby stands behind me with his left arm around my waist, his open palm on my belly button... he uses his right hand to fist the foreskin on and off the head of my cock. He says, "See who shoots off first" and he counts the seconds off while stroking the foreskin up and down the shaft of my cock, which is a bona fide bonner by the time he gets to number three, he's mumbling the numbers out in time with his stroking. I'm four inches taller than Chubby so when I lean my head back on his shoulder the side of my chin is against his ear, his buzzed hair feels so soft, he has his Chubby smell going for him too and all I can do is huff out short bursts of air with each stoke he makes on my boner. His fist is like a vice and when he hits twenty-seven I can't hold back any longer...grunting, I see black dots streaming away in my vision as I'm tightening every muscle in my pelvic area then firing off a thin string of cum that splatters against the door two feet away... then three quick little follow-up spurts. I had sweat on my forehead, my heart beating and my breath coming in big burst now. A hard climax, hard in a good way that left me shivering and shuddering backed-up against Chubby. He stroked me a half dozen more times then, a little breathlessly himself, he goes, "OK, twenty-seven... that's pretty fast" and he fondled my nuts for a second before abruptly letting go of them and backing away from me. It was like he'd lost himself for a second there. I go, "Whee, it's a bitch being eighteen, the jizz accumulates so quickly, ya know?" Chub's like, "Tell me about it... did you know the Dickers brothers jerk off together almost every night?" I go, "Ya don't say?" as I'm wiping up my spunk. I was the one who told him about the brothers. At the time I told him that to help with his rationalization about us jerking each other off, it also happens to be true. By the time I get my spunk cleaned up Chubby's got his pants off and he's holding the tails of his button down shirt up above his belly button. I prefer him doing me first because then there's less change I'll spring a hard boner when I'm doing him. You know, if I've just climaxed myself maybe my dick will behave. I put my pants back on and drop my Polo shirt outside to cover my lap just in case... it's a huge turn-on to have control of Chubby's little cock for awhile. Robby, Dodger and Chub all have these small cocks. I know from personal experience that a small cock can fuck you excellently... if a miracle ever happens and Chubby fucks me I expect it'll feel as good as any fuck ever has and because it's Chubby doing me it'll probably be better than any fuck I've ever had. Don't expect it to happen any time soon of course... I'm just saying. I soak his stubble, then hold his three and a half inch cock away from his groin while applying shaving cream lather. I cup his balls and lather some shaving cream on them mumbling as I do it that I spotted a few stray hairs there. When I put on the shaving cream I rub it into his skin much more than necessary because it's fun doing it. Chubby never complains so maybe he enjoys it too. However, excessive rubbing of his nuts gets him to grunt out, "You're squeezing them too hard, Dylan" I go, "Sorry, didn't realize I was..." thinking then of how Dodger enjoys having his balls crunched, to each their own, different strokes and all that. Dropping his penis to get the razor gets shaving cream on his dick so when I picked it back up I stroke it three or four good strokes and it starts right away to get stiff. I stroked it a half dozen more times with the slippery shaving cream allowing my fist to slide up and down the shaft and over the head pulling his foreskin back and forth as I go. Chubby makes a long "ess" sound, "eeesssssss" and lets out a lot of air. Three more strokes and his pecker's now sticking straight out from his belly, the head swollen almost as much as the head of Dodger's cock. Stiff as a boner can get... I push it up and down, left or right, as necessary while shaving his pubes. I spend time getting those stray hairs under his balls then lightly grip his scrotum and pull it out a little with my left hand and finger under his sack near his hole with my right hand. Rubbing near his hole with the pad of my index finger, then slide it right over his hole, back and forth over it and I hear another "Eeeessssss" and quick breathy breaths from Chubby. I sneak a look up at his face now and see him lightly biting his bottom lip, his eyes closed and his head slightly back. A couple of swipes with the safety razor at imaginary hairs under his nut sack then I rubbed slippery shaving cream around his anus and go over it and around it until Chubby's going up on his toes a little. Still holding his scrotum and cock against his belly, I mumble, "Couple of hairs here we might as well take care of... I'm spreading my fingers on either side of his asshole stretching it, then rub over it making it quiver. Pretending to shave on his buttock a couple swipes with the razor I rub back and forth over his hole a half dozen time with pressure just from the pad of one finger and it goes in a little, very little but the lips of the anus tighten around the pad and hold on... I push on it a little more and the top of my finger goes inside him to the first joint. Chubby gasps and makes "Mmmmm " sounds which I don't think he even knew he was making... he grabs his boner and strokes it along with each pull against the inside of his hole that I do. He's moaning quietly, "Ahh ahh ahh" rocking his hips, humping "Oh oh ahh ahhh" and, arching his back, out shoots three fast moving thin spurts of cum right over my shoulder, then a creamy load spurts the six inches from the head of his boner to my shoulder and splatters there on my Polo shirt... Chubby's breathing hard as he pulls tightly on his cock a few more times, his face red, spit at the corners of his lips. "Jesus Christ, Dylan... what was that?" I babbled about wanted to be sure those hairs on his ass were soft because it's the first time I shaved around his hole. He's like, "I didn't know I had hairs growing there, guess you'll need to do that every time now... damn, hairs growing on my ass, what next?" I shrug and he goes, "I win, by the way... shot off quicker than you" He laughed then and said, "It really felt good too and fuck, did you see that climax, holy shit!" I'm getting the washcloth rinsed with warm water to clean him up... of course there weren't any hairs on his ass. I say, "Yeah, you usually win, Chubby... throw me a bone once in a while and let me win one." He says, "I got that bone reference... you're such a perv" I'm thinking... man, was his anus sensitive, love to get my dick in there. We cleaned everything up and then went outside for a last cigarette before bed. Chubby says, "Can't you tell me how you're going to express our gratitude to Mr Rollins?" "No, not really... I will someday Chubby, but not now. I'm going to give him something he really wants, I'm going to forgive him for something... that's all I'm saying about it now. He has a guilty conscience about something and I'm going to let him off the hook. It'll mean a lot to him if I tell him that I believe he's sorry for something he did and with his sincere regret, plus the way he caused revenge on Ricky and his father, it's possible for me to forgive him in my heart. Believe me it's a meaningful way to show our appreciation." Dark outside by now, but there's a street light providing enough light for us to see each other clearly. Chubby's real serious, staring at me while I'm talking... then he asked, "What'd he do that needs forgiving, something big I'll bet!" I had to laugh out loud, then I shout "Don't you listen to what I say? Jeez, I just said I'm not telling you..." He goes, "Yeah, I heard ya... but an hour ago you said you weren't going to tell how you'd convey to My Rollins how much we appreciated what he did, and you just told me what it would be. Now all you gotta do is tell me the rest. OK?" I take a deep breath and say, "No, someday, but not today." He squeezes my hand and holds it for a second, "I know you'll tell me eventually, in the meantime I'll nag. Will that be OK?" I go, "Yeah, sure... that's OK, I like your nagging technique... it isn't gonna work though." I flicked my butt straight up in the air and it came down to bounce off Chubby's shoulder. He flicked his butt off my hip saying, "No need to get violent." He knows I didn't flick my butt like that on purpose, although his was on purpose. We walked up to the house, hugged good night, and went into our own condos for bed. Monday at school sucked because every class is mostly review work in preparation for the last of our finals. Senior students complete all class work three weeks before the underclassmen.. we'll have already graduated while Freshman, Sophomores, and Juniors are still going to classes. In two weeks we'll be fucking around in New York City, then graduation with the robes and square hats and all that. And, you know... everything seems like more fun now that Chubby's smiling again... it's just that the school days drag with the reviews. I already know this stuff anyway so there isn't any chance I'll flunk even if I flunk the finals, which I won't. The word is that only three kids out of the entire senior class won't graduate and guess who one of them is. Hahahaha, yes, Ricky Ortiz! Sweet revenge. Only two other kids won't graduate, but there have been kids who dropped out of school before graduating so the statistic of only three out of four hundred not graduating is misleading. The last school newspaper has been sent to the publisher and Robby's played his last baseball game, it was the one Chubby and I were at on Saturday. What I'm saying is, things are winding down. After school Chubby came with me to Stop & Shop and put in an application for a part time job. My time at Stop & Shop is coming to an end though because I'll be working the lawn service job with Robby again once school's out... without Joel this year, so it'll be even better than last year. Same pay though. We asked Mr Dickers about Chubby working with us but since none of the kids from last year dropped out there isn't an opening. Chubby filled out the application at Stop & Shop and then headed out to meet with Mary Jo's father who might have a job for him too. Mr Renoldo runs an insurance agency and they need summer help filling in at the mailroom, stock room, and drive-in claims locations to cover the summer vacations of the full time employees. He also put in an application at Burger King and Wendy's so I guess I was a little hasty criticizing his efforts in that regard the other day. Chubby was back to pick me up after my shift was over... it's so cool having him around again. That fucking window washing job used to absorbed almost all his free time. He had dinner almost ready for us too. Chubby does a good job imitating Philadelphia cheese steaks with fried onions, and sweet cherry peppers on a crusty Italian sub roll with a little ketchup to finish it off. We always use Kraft white American cheese, never CheeseWhiz. He had a great garden salad with iceberg lettuce and Ken's Ranch dressing to go with it. He told me during our supper that the job with Mary Jo's father is almost guarantied and it'll pay almost what the window washer job paid. The man who interview him wasn't Mary Jo's father but assured Chub the job was his, Chubby just needs to interview with one more person and if that goes OK he can start his training the week after we graduate. It was important that Chub's going to college, without that he wouldn't be considered for the position... that's what Chubby called it "a position". I gotta admit, Chubby always comes up smelling like a rose, I'm happy for him but why does it need to be with Mary Jo's father... ya know? Tuesday in school was much like Monday except Connor asked if I could help him with his loan application after school. Super-dating-stud Chubby was getting a ride with Mary Jo to go some damn place so I had the Jeep. I met Connor in the parking lot and we drove to my Condo to pick-up all the forms. Most of them are pretty much "follow the direction" but I know it's a moral boost having someone who's done it around for a security blanket when you're filling them out so I was happy to provide that for Connor. By the way, he'd been quite open about why he hadn't tried this "college loan" approach earlier... it's because he didn't have an eligible co-signer. His mother's credit rating was crap, his father wasn't around at all and there was only two other adult relatives, a grandmother who was retired on social security and an aunt who wasn't willing to sign for him. I asked, "Who'd ya get?" and he says, "The restaurant owner where I work... he heard me talking to a busboy friend of mine about my college situation. Mr Marino is a great boss, he says for me to bring him the forms, he'll sign them as my co-signer because he knows I'm a responsible kid and that I'll pay the loans back. He said I can have my job, full time, this summer and in future summers between school years too, so that's awesome. His accountant is going to help me apply for financial aid as well. Now, you've gotten the forms for me and after I've completed what I can, I'll bring them to work Saturday afternoon. This is a great help, Dylan. And what can I say about Mr Marino... he's a kind man, he and his wife have four daughters so maybe he thinks of me a little bit like the son he never had. I'm very grateful to him... you too" and he squeezed my arm. He seems so happy, he's almost always upbeat and positive anyway, and now he seems genuinely happy as well. We completed the forms the best we could and I put them in a manila envelope for him to take with him. Then, sitting at my desk, he looked up at me as I stood next to him. His face is so fresh looking, so brand new and clean looking. He's got Robby's complexion and similar ultra bright eyes. His lips slightly parted, those full kissable lips. I looked back into his eyes and casually ran my fingers through his hair. So smooth and silky, the hairs ran through my fingers falling back in place as my hand moved slowly up the back of his head. Connor was very still, leaning down I kissed his lips and we started a nice make-out doing the things we'd done the first two time we kissed. When I saw the mound in his lap I said, "Let's take off our pants and be really bad boys, whaddaya say?" He nodded his head "yes" as he slowly stood up. To help him with this I undid his pants and pulled down his zipper to fondle his hard cock from outside of his jockey shorts. I pulled my own pants down and stepped out of them, Robby stepped out of his and I pulled his jockey underwear down to catch them under his nuts and did the same with mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed his mouth and lapped up under his top lip. Connor put his arms around my back and hugged me, both of us humping our boners between our bellies... such a wonderful sensation, the feel of his skin, the subtle scent of him, the way his mouth taste so fresh. As we kissed and licked and sucked each other's mouth and face I dropped one hand down to stroke his cock... he moaned and put the side of his face next to mine. I think he did that to stop our make-out because the sensations were becoming too intense for him... I've felt that way too with Willie and Robby at times. I kissed his cheek than pulled my head away and taking his boner I pulled it down until it was pointing straight out and matched the head of his to the head of mine and pulled my foreskin over the head of his. He let out a long hissing sound with a little squeak at the end. Massaging the head of his cock through my own foreskin with just my thumb and index finger quickly had Connor moaning, then a minute later he mumbled a urgent saliva-filled sound, grabbed hold of both my biceps to steady himself, grunted once and climaxed his creamy cum against the head of my cock, cum spurting out from under my foreskin... then, with his forehead against my shoulder, another grunt and more cum drooled out so I backed away from his cock and stroked his boner for him, milking his balls dry. Connor was holding on to me, gulping and wheezy with his breathing, sweat had broken out on his face and he looked pale. He goes, "Holy sweet mother of God... I've never felt anything as hot as that... it was like I was inside your dick. Oh fuck... the cum roared out of my cock. Dylan, you're the hottest boy I've ever met." I smiled saying, "Well, I'm at least the hottest boy who ever jerked you off since I believe I'm the only one." He goes, "You're the only one alright, and oh that felt awesome..." he continued slowly stroking his cock. We cleaned up, I'm thinking..."why is it I'm always getting blue balls with Connor while he's having the climaxes of his life?" ... glad I can mentor him though, I'm not complaining. We went outside, he bummed a cigarette from me and we had a quiet smoke exchanging glances, smiles, and smirks. God, he's fun to look at... I know the cutest gay boys, I'm convinced of that. We were hungry so we drove to Kentucky Fried chicken for the Colonel's Original. I bought some for Chubby's and my dinner tonight too. Sitting at a table in the restaurant we talked about being gay and discussed boys at school we think are gay but, like us, are pretending not to be. We agreed on some but not all of the suspects mentioned, and that led to a discussion of "gaydar" which neither of us felt we had. Robby said he felt his gaydar was made-up of maybe ninety percent eye contact. If a boy you don't know maintains eye contact with you, he's a candidate... that's Robby's philosophy and it makes sense as far as it goes but I don't think that's all there is to gaydar. We discussed the apartment situation at college and I offered him the forth spot which he politely declined saying he'd feel like the odd man out because he didn't know Chubby and Robby. He knew who they were of course, but that's a long way from knowing them. He is going to attend Merrimack though, so that makes me happy. He sort of committed just the other day to be Josh Mc Daniels roommate... Josh and Connor have been good friends since middle school. Frankly I think it's best Connor's staying in the dorm, he'll be around the campus so we can stay buddies, but this eliminates any possibility of roommate conflict between Chubby, Robby and Connor.. I think it's remote it would ever have happened, but now I don't need to worry about it at all. Robby and Chubby left it up to me and I chose to offer it to Connor who turned the offer down so now I got everything covered... the best of both possibilities. On the ride back to pick-up the college loan papers at my condo Connor goes, "Um... I'd like to, you know, return the favor you did for me a couple weeks ago. That... ah, that oral favor. I've thought about doing it for years and I'd like to do it with you, if you don't mind." For just a second I thought he meant make-out some more, but quickly the light went on and I'm like, "Jeez, that would be awesome, Connor. I'd like that, thanks." In my room he undid my pants and like I'd done to him earlier, he pulled my jockey underwear down to catch under my nuts, then I sat back on my bed and he knelt down in front of me and did the most gentle blow-job I ever had. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged on his ears a little. He rolled is eyes to the top of their sockets to look at me and smile around my boner. After five minutes he pulls his mouth off my cock and excitedly says, "I love sucking your cock... I'm a cock sucker at last" and he goes back to sucking it. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough and as I felt my balls tightening up Connor unzipped his pants and pulled his boner out the slit in his jockey shorts and began stroking himself off. Now that struck me as hot... I love it when the boy doing the cock sucking has a boner as big as the cock-suck-ee has. Every time I suck a boys dick I get wicked hard, don't always climax but it feels awesome just the same. Connor didn't spunk, but he got me to and he swallowed every drop. It was fun, hot and sexy a little bit too, but I think the fun part of experiencing this first gay sex with Connor... his first time for oral sex and he chose me to trust with it. I'm flattered and becoming very fond of Connor too, very fond indeed. What a great kid he is. We made out a little bit then lay hugging each other for a while until he whispered, "I love you Dylan, thanks for everything"... I go, "Right back at ya, Connor... it's fun. isn't it?" My general statement was to lessen the seriousness of his comment... he can't be in love with me that fast, we've only made out three times and had oral sex twice. Love...? No, but we're damn good gay buddies just the same. to be continued....... chapter 11 (NY City Class Trip) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com