Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 13:41:15 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter 6 (Campus Visit) by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR by Donny Mumford Chapter 6 (Campus Visit) What a great weekend... actually all of last week was great except, obviously, that horrendous Jake encounter. The rape was a major disaster and I'm puzzled that I'm not more outraged about it. It's disturbing to admit, but before it was over I became so sexually turned-on I was actually thinking about it during the rape. Am I so sex-crazed that I'm OK with being raped as long as the rapist is good at fucking me? No, that's not it... my rage is under control because of other factors. One of those factors is Jake's promise never to touch me again... I actually believe he means it, which is odd because why should I believe him? Don't know the answer to that, but I do believe him. Another factor is his promise to grant me a favor when I need help with a dicey situation, I believe him with that too. Maybe I believe him because of the way he said everything, or maybe it's because he didn't really need to say any of it in the first place... he knew I wasn't telling anyone about the rape, certainly not the police. Whatever, it's still a situation that needs more mulling over, like the situation with Ricky and Chubby... that needs more mulling over too. Why is it I always have these unsettling concerns in my life? Wonder if everybody has them, but like me they keep their worries mostly to themselves. I've had a long list of past unsettling concerns starting with Carl Denton insisting I join him in his bedroom for sex lessons, and at the time I was straight... then there was my infatuation with the Marine, and later Willie's boyfriend Larry dominated the situation, and how bout his irresistible make-out technique. And then there's Willie himself who copied Larry's dominant mannerisms and we had to struggle through that most of last summer. What else... well, the need for drivers licenses forced Chubby and me into jobs that changed our lives, plenty to worry about with my job such as my team leader, gay Toby Underwood, who was a bit of a pain in the ass at first, and after Robby came out to me there was my major dilemma of which boyfriend to keep, and of course I'll never forget that awful psycho, Joel. Yeah, just terrible, and there were a number of other concerns too but ya know, after the contemplating and the anguish, all of those concerns got resolved one way or another. Maybe that's why I'm not panicked or hurried about a resolution for my current concerns... give them time and they may partially or fully resolve themselves. As for enjoying certain sexual aspects of the rape, I know in my heart I'm not a slut, it was a rape I couldn't prevent and because I'm honest with myself I can admit that my sexual side felt good before it was over. Why should I pretend otherwise? Jake acknowledged the act was inexcusable, he apologized anyway... and knowing that wasn't nearly enough he's trying to make-up for his gross lack of self control with those promises to me that I mentioned earlier. Even though I can't stand him personally, I sort of grudgingly admire that he's trying to make amends. Him leaving me alone is a huge deal, that's a major concession by him. Like I said though, I'm still pondering the whole debacle with Jake as well as the disturbing possibility that Ricky and Chubby are a gay couple. Even with those troubling thoughts flying through my consciousness I was mostly in a good mood driving to school this Monday morning. Chubby's riding shotgun right next to me, we're talking about our plans for the coming weekend... we'll be visiting two college campuses and we're excited about that. His Mom is driving three of us boys to the western part of the state Saturday night where we'll stay overnight in a motel so we can get an early start Sunday morning for visits to a college in Springfield and another one in North Adams. Hopefully these will be our last campus visits and we'll finally be able to make a decision where we're going to college in the Fall. It's incredibly exciting to think about going away to college, the reality of it is just now starting to hit me. Chubby, me, and Robby are going together and that's got me ratcheted-up pretty high, what could be better? Well, if Willie could go too, then it'd be perfect. Willie's only a junior this year though and he says he's going to Yale anyway, so two major reasons right there why Willie's out of my college picture. The rest of us wouldn't get accepted to an Ivy League school in the first place and even if we were accepted we couldn't afford it. As awesome as it is for the three of us going to the same college, there's an iffy situation to deal with... we've yet to resolve the dorm room dilemma, two to a room ya know. Chubby's solution is for the three of us to share an apartment off-campus, but the problem with that is the cost, we'll check it all out on Sunday. After parking the car at school, Chubby and I do our normal routine of wandering down behind the refreshment stand near the football field to sneak a smoke before class. We're a little early this morning so only two other kids were there when we arrived, a girl and a boy sharing a cigarette and talking quietly, their heads close together. We didn't know them so we say nothing, just quietly light a cigarette to pass back and forth and then lean back against the metal wall of the refreshment stand. Neither Chubby nor I are very talkative at the moment, we're comfortable in each others company though, talking or not. While Chubby is studying notes for a quiz, I'm smoking most of our cigarette, staring at the couple. The boy has his arm around the back of the girl's neck, they're giggling about something. He's extraordinarily good looking so I'm trying to figure-out why he'd have this square-faced, butch looking bitch as a girlfriend. Her mousy brown hair lankily hanging almost to her waist, her big hands and wrists out of proportion with the rest of her, a nose much too small for her face and her mouth is too wide... just awful. I'm slowly shaking my head, thinking, Jesus Christ kid, you can do so much better! He looked up just then and made eye contact with me. Normally I look away instantly but this time I stared back at him, a blank expression on my face... then, slowly exhaling a long funnel of cigarette smoke, I absently scratch my chin with the back of my thumb and open my eyes wider giving him a look like "you got a problem, pal?" After two seconds, seeming much longer, he averted his eyes. I felt good about maintaining my stare... that's the way confident guys handle things. Of course, my heart was beating a bit faster because that's also a situation where many guys would challenge me with "what the fuck are you looking at?" or something along those lines. The boy has longish blond hair, curly and more or less uncombed, but it looked cool on him. Light complected face with Robby's type of good looks, very attractive... and those eyes... oh my God, bright green eyes with long eyelashes. He's a bit shorter than me, maybe five foot-nine or so, with a slender body. I kept staring at him and as I finished the cigarette he peeked back up at me, maintaining eye contact this time, and after a few seconds he gave me a shy smile then turned the tables on me by opening his fabulous eyes wider, like I'd just done to him, and he adding the slightest nod of his head to indicate... well, I don't know what he was indicating. I tried maintaining eye contact like earlier but he put a finger in his mouth, sucked on it and then poked his cheek out with it a couple of times. Gulping, it was my turn to look away, groping my crotch... then, hearing a quiet snicker I looked back to see he and the girl walking away, the boy's arm around her waist the way Willie walks with me. What the fuck was that all about...? I'm going to need to find out who he is. He's definitely not a senior or I'd know him. Oblivious to the blond boy's actions, Chubby looks up from his notes and says, "Ya ready, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, Chub..." and we walked around the refreshment stand as more kids were coming the other way. One of them was Tank Richards who we usually hook-up with down here so we do the one arm hug, hand shake, and pat on the back before moving on to exchange a few more "Dude, sup...?" greetings with guys we know as we make our way to the main entrance. Inside the high school the corridors are getting crowded, Chubby squeezes my hand and mumbles, "See ya later, Dylan.." I go, "Yeah Chubby, see you at lunch..." and then fight my way through the corridor to my locker. No sooner do I have the locker door opened then a boy's hand slams into the locker next to me, his arm trapping me against my open locker door. I know who it is right away because the arm is sporting a blue dress shirt with the sleeve rolled-up to the elbow. It's a familiar narrow arm, pale skin with no noticeable hair, and the dead give-away was the hand's long fingers. I go, "Connor, sup dude...?" Connor's definitely in my space but because he's a hottie I don't mind a bit. He's left me barely enough room to turn around in, but I somehow manage it... his face less than two inches from mine. Connor's always grinning and right now is no exception, close-up like this his dark blue eyes look like bottomless pools, his kissable lips so rosy red and that pale complexion contrasting with the lips and dark blue eyes, quite striking. Nothing on his clear skin even hints at a blemish, no beginnings of a beard either. I stared with my mouth slightly open, appreciating the view and fighting the urge to wrap my arms around his neck. Connor's taller than me so his head is tilted downward allowing his long dark brown hair to hang away from his face slightly, brushing my cheeks. When he speaks I smell Dentyne gum on his breath, he says "How's your hickey doing?" Gulping at the word hickey, I find myself staring at his teeth, so white, so thin looking, delicate even... the pinkness of his tongue and gums... so clean and new looking. Yummy is what I'm thinking as my barely audible reply squeaks out as, "What's that, Connor...?" He lowers his head further till his forehead touches mine and he leaves it there for a few seconds before saying, "Oops, sorry Dylan, I'm in a goofy mood today" and he swings around so that his backpack slams up against the lockers next to mine. From there he says, "Those friends of yours at the Celtics game, I'm thinking they don't go to school here, am I right?" My face was hot, my eyes blinking fast as I try convincing myself he hadn't said what I know he just said about my hickey. Without thinking, I touched the bandaid covering the hickey and mumble, "What..." and then I go, "Oh, those guys... they go to Summerville Prep, rich kids, ya know... heh heh. How about that fucking Celtics game, Connor?" His face was full of amusement as he looks into my eyes to say, "I got a joke for ya, Dylan... it's about golf" and he told this joke... "A guy at the golf course was teeing off from the men's tee... on his downswing he realizes, too late, that his wife is teeing off ten yards directly in front of him, from the women's tee. Unable to stop his swing he nails his golf ball directly to her temple killing her instantly... accidental death. A few days later the coroner calls the guy to verify what happened because, inexplicably, not only was there a golf ball indentation on her temple but a golf ball was found wedged up her ass as well and the coroner would like an explanation. The golfer goes, "Hmmmm... Was the ball a Titleist 3?" The coroner's like, "Yeah, it was." and the guy says, "Oh, that was my first mulligan..." Holding in my laugh, I'm like "What's a mulligan?" and Connor, laughing himself, gets me in a headlock saying, "You know what a mulligan is..." He's mussing my hair as I'm kind of hugging him around the waist thinking how nice his body felt. His shirt smelled freshly laundered which isn't the smell that interested me so I struggled to get my head up past his shoulder and with his arm still tight around the side of my neck, our faces came together, both slightly damp from our wrestling efforts. Now I notice Connor's personal scent, he'd taken me by surprise when we touched foreheads and I hadn't noticed anything except my pulse rate, but this time I consciously inhaled... he smells just like a boy should smell, a pleasant sexy smell of youthful skin with a touch of perspiration from our rough-housing. Our faces remained together until one of the guys struggling to get by us in the corridor yells out that familiar, but overused line "Get a fucking room why don't ya?". We let go of each other grinning self consciously, me with a semi-boner. Connor has never before been physical with me. At times I've wondered if he's flirting with me, but he's never touched me, to speak of... well, he did pat my ass at the Garden that night, but only after he'd seen my hickey. I don't even know for sure if he's gay or straight or whatever. Now I'm leaning toward gay, he'll be a helluva great catch for our side if he is. He goes, "You should have gone out for the wrestling team last Fall, dude... you got some good guns on ya." Just to keep the conversation going while I'm getting my books together he's telling me about being on the team the past three years, and then I'm explaining how I need to work after school most days so couldn't be on a sports team. Ready to head for my homeroom, he touches my shoulder to stop me and says, "No seriously, who gave you that big hickey? Do I know her?" Starting to walk away, ignoring the question, I jokingly asked, "Don't you ever get a haircut?" and he says, "You always ask me that same question" but we're moving in opposite directions now so I shout, "Later, dude..." and he just waves. Of course that question... do I know her? doesn't fool me for a second. I know he knows the hickey wasn't given me by a girl, and he knows I know he knows too... but what I'm not sure of is what I know about him. He pretty much knows I'm gay, but that doesn't necessarily mean he is... maybe he just likes teasing or flirting with me even though he's straight. You know what?... I don't care, it doesn't bother me. I like him messes around with me... a long shot maybe, but perhaps another sex buddy in my future. Oh my God, Connor Neary and maybe me... would that ever be so hot for me! The school corridors are a war zone but I survived to arrive safely at the relative quiet of my homeroom, and with a few minutes to spare too. Robby and I are in the same homeroom and as I step inside the door he comes right up to me for a quick handshake, one arm hug, and a pat on the back, "Dude, sup..?" Robby's looking as yummy as ever and his familiar smell has me adjusting my crotch as I take my seat. Jesus, Connor gets me all wired-up and now this yummy boy to look at. Robby sits backwards in his desk chair and leans forward on my desk so we can talk privately for a minute or so. He wanted to double-check that it was still a Saturday night start for Sunday's campus visits. It was also confirmed we're going to the movies together Friday night. Some days more than others, like today, it's damned difficult for me to keep from touching Robby, he's so attractive and sexy. I can't allow myself to lose control though because ya never know who's checking you out, there's always someone anxious to spread rumors about you if you make any kind of wrong or accidental move. In High School rumors rule. Kids use the fucking Internet to start more bullshit rumors than you can count and I don't need to be giving anyone material for one about me. Still, Robby is such a desirable boy it requires a concentrated effort on my part to keep my hands to myself. Talking with him I'm always conscious and always grateful that he's my boyfriend! When I'm with Willie I can't imagine anything better, but then I'm with Robby and I think the same thing. Obviously, things are going to change next Fall with Willie in his Prep school and me away at college, but I don't like to think about that. Attendance is taken, then the bell for first class clangs annoyingly and our school day begins in ernest. On the way out of the room Robby and I shoot each other with our index fingers like we do every day, a smile on our faces, then a little wave... we won't see each other again until lunch. On my way to first period class I run into Dodger who gets right next to me in the crowded corridor and gooses me, whispering, "Vinnie's out sick today so I can fit you in for a fuck after school, you gotta bring your own lube though, then I'll do ya up good". I whisper close to his ear, "You're delusional, and you're obviously a pervert, but sexy just the same". We're separated by the bustling students as Dodger, from down the corridor, yells "You're the coolest..." It's a normal Monday in high school, a bit of a drag except for interacting with the kids which is a vital part of getting through any school day. Third period is the one Elliot has with me and I spot his red hair the second I walk into the room. His first day back to school after his bout with strep throat and he looks even paler than normal. I give him a quick hug which we turned into a handshake and a pat on the back. Then I squeezed the back of his neck and mussed his hair a bit saying, "Jay's handiwork I assume" referring to Elliot's recent haircut. He goes, "Great to see you, Dylan... yeah, Jay cut my hair yesterday. You like it?" I told him it was phat and then, giving him a shoulder hug, told him I missed him and that I was wicked happy he's back. He says, "Thanks Dylan, you're such a good guy. I still feel weak, that strep throat's a bitch. What ya been up to...?" I told him about the Celtics game, he was intrigued with the seats, one row from the court... after that I was telling him about our upcoming campus visits when the bell rang and the teacher took over our lives for the next fifty-five minutes. After class Elliot and I walked to the cafeteria for lunch. On the way he told me that he and Jay have decided on Merrimack College, which is in North Andover... only about an hours drive from Framingham. Before we get to the cafeteria I mumbled, "Oh, ah... by the way Elliot, um... ya know, any time you want to get together again for, you know, like we did before..." Elliot says, "God, whenever I think about you and me doing it that time I get a shiver down my back. I'm ready to go again. And, ah... Jay's making some progress with his phobia, but ya know... it's kinda private stuff so I'll leave it at that." Elliot's getting better at expressing himself lately, at stringing sentences together. It's nice seeing a friend evolve into a more rounded kid, and knowing I'm helping him a little with that is a nice feeling too. I understand about Jay's phobia being a personal thing, frankly I don't want to hear about it now anyway... it's a case of too much information. All I really need to know is that Elliot's ready for some more buddy fucking, I'm a horn dawg so I'm always ready! I'll be working a shift at Stop and Shop after school today, but that's over at five so Elliot could meet me at my house then. Trying not to sound too eager, I leaned close to whisper, "I'm working at Stop & Shop after school, how about we get together this afternoon around five?" and Elliot says, "Damn, I can't today... Jay and I need to work on something that's kinda private. Hey, I'm on the same Stop and Shop shift you're on, can I get a ride with you to the store?" I go, "That's cool, yeah... meet me in the parking lot right after last bell." Elliot's real sincere when he says, "Sorry I can't come over after work, how about tomorrow?" Before I get a chance to answer Chubby breaks through the crowd from behind and jumps in between Elliot and me with an hand on both our shoulders, "What are you two scheming about? Come over for what?" See what I mean about you gotta be careful what you do and say in school... ya never know who's spying on you. I go, "Oh, we're planning on having a sex orgy, want to join in?" Chubby goes, "Sure..." and then we're in the lunch line. I'll definitely make plans to hook up with Elliot tomorrow... but damn, I just remembered I've got to work on the school newspaper tomorrow afternoon. Well, I'll figure something out, but what about today? Hey, maybe Elliot's brother Ray is free at five.. ha ha. Lunch was the usual ball breaking experience, lots of laughs to go along with the ball busting. By last class I still hadn't run into Ray and I'm convinced by now that nothing sexy is going to work out for me this afternoon. Robby has baseball practice, Dodger has swimming practice... how about Vinnie! Just joking, I'm not that much of a perve. A three way with Dodger and Vinnie somehow seems OK, but soliciting Vinnie on my own is definitely not OK, even I know that, and I'm not good at initiating that sort of thing anyway. OK, no sex this afternoon... as a substitute for that I'm sitting in last class, English Lit, daydreaming about boys, and while doing so I dreamily gaze over at Chubby who's taking notes, such a conscientious boy. I can see three quarters of his face from where I'm sitting. The afternoon sun is shining through the window onto Chubby's face, almost like a spotlight. Jeez, he looks so beautiful to me. Maybe not to others, but to me he's a beautiful boy. I was in that kind of spacey mood, lazily ogling my best friend in the world, the best friend I'll ever have no matter how long I live. He looked kinda small sitting there writing in his notebook. Five foot six inches tall and very slim, but what a tough kid he is. Under his T-shirt and jeans is the hottest toned, best defined, hairless body of any boy his size on the planet. And his ass, oh my God... two excellent firm, half melon buttocks that are ever so slightly raised and when he walks they barely bounce in his pants, one muscular buttocks, then the other one... so fucking hot. I've seen him naked so often I can't count the times which qualifies me as an expert, the world's foremost expert on Chubby's body. The skin on his ass is as smooth and hairless as the skin on his face. That's something I've always been a little jealous of... Chubby's beautiful skin. His dad was Hispanic and Chubby inherited his dad's pale tan complexion, so creamy smooth and healthy looking. My parents are English and Irish so I'm pale complected with two-toned blond hair, kinda the opposite of Chubby. I got the hair from my father who, by the way, I've never had the pleasure of meeting. People compliment me on my hair quite often so I gotta give my daddy props for that. Appearance-wise Chubby and I have only one thing in common, we both have big bright brown eyes and kinda long naturally curved eyelashes, not real thick eyelashes, just kinda longish... and yes, I did say big and bright! That's what our Moms say, they also say our eyes sparkle. Chubby and I cross our eyes when they say that, or we used to as kids anyway. Now we just groan. So, our eyes are identical shades of brown just like the eyes of identical twins should be... that's how we feel, like we're identical twins. We don't look anything alike but we don't care, we're identical twins, and that's that. Chubby has dark brown hair, thick and silky... even with his hair buzz-cut it feels like velvet. His facial features are smallish, almost feminine although no one would ever describe Chubby as anything but one hundred percent boy. He personifies the word boy, it's just that he has a smallish nose, smallish ears, and a wicked cute chin... a regular shaped mouth with really yummy shaped lips. He must have felt my stare because all of a sudden he lifts his head and his eyes are looking directly into mine. I smirk at him, he's always catching me staring at him and it makes him grin. His grin creates dimples and that makes me smile, smile even though I was trying to look pissed at him for staring back at me so smugly. My smile makes him go into his full smile and shake his head like I'm a big pain in the ass, and I see his perfect white teeth and pink gums and good grief, he's so beautiful it makes me feel sad for a second and I don't understand why. The bell rings to break my mood and all kinds of hustle and bustle ensue as we're all trying to get to our lockers and get the hell out of school as fast as we can. Today I've got the use of our Jeep so Chubby has to wait for a ride from Ricky. Before we split-up I go, "Oh, can I borrow those notes you were taking in English Lit class." Chubby laughs and says, "What fucking nerve, you sit there and daydream through the class while I'm paying attention taking notes and now you want to copy my work". I go, "Yeah, that's right" and Chubby goes, "That seems fair..." as he hands me his notebook chuckling and then heads towards Ricky's locker. Outside the main entrance I meet up with Elliot, we walk to my car for our drive to Stop & Shop. He says, "Oh man, Dylan... this was a long day. First day back, ya know?" I knew alright, I remember my first day back after my coma so I squeezed the back of his neck and told him, "Stick with me at work today Elliot, I'll do all the heavy lifting, OK?" He's really grateful, "Thanks, Dylan". Elliot's almost always serious but I'm not...I was just joking around because there's no heavy lifting at Stop & Shop. I squeezed the back of his neck again anyway, just for the hell of it, and then swatted the back of his head saying, "Swats". That's what we did as young kids when a friend got a haircut. Elliot smiles, rubbing the back of his head, looking puzzled. At Stop & Shop Elliot and I were assigned to man the twelve-items-or-less register. I asked him if he preferred bagging or running the register and he took the register... see, I am doing the heavy lifting afterall. Light day for shoppers so it's easy going for both of us, but time drags a bit. Halfway through the shift Alex Cora comes through our line with two cold sodas and a bag of potato chips. He also has his girlfriend, Sara Myers, with him. She's cute for a girl, real peppy, but a snob... she's also small, as in short and slender, but she has a huge rack on her... probably one of the reason's Alex is attracted to her. Sara's tits are actually too big for her body size, much like guys who do a ton of body building and their muscles get so large they're obscene looking. Alex is a cool dude though, as I've mentioned before... actually he's a tall straight hottie. Acting extra cool to impress the girlfriend, he goes "Dudes, wassup...?" Elliot says, "Hi Alex, Sara..." I go, "Move it along people, we got backed-up customers here"... there wasn't anyone in line. Alex looks behind him and goes, "Oh yeah, wicked busy today I see. You guys should have seen it yesterday, Sundays suck." Sara goes, "Oh fuck Alex, you're always complaining about something. Pay for this shit and let's go." Elliot quietly says, "Delightful..." Sara gives him a hard look, her face scrunched-up, hands on her hips. "Delightful day, weather-wise", Elliot says with a grin, looking at me. I go, "Elliot!" as in "way to go, dude!" and he rings up the sodas and popcorn saying the thing all of us part-timers are suppose to say to all customers, "Have a nice day..." Even Alex is laughing a little at how Elliot, of all people, dumped on Sara's unladylike crudeness. She was half way down the aisle toward the exit as I put Alex's stuff in a plastic bag and he says, "Hey... I know she's got a potty mouth but how bout those hooters... huh? See you two homos later..." Then, walking away, he laughs and adds, "Delightful! Ha ha... Good one, Elliot." He called Elliot and me homos, but he doesn't think we are, it's just the way we guys talk to one another. After work I drove Elliot to Jay's house then I crashed at my condo thinking about how much I wanted to fuck that little redhead. He's coming over tomorrow when I'm done at the school newspaper office. I lay on my bed thinking about Elliot's fine ass for awhile and then wondered what private thing Jay and Elliot were working on this afternoon. Of course it's gay sex, but what kind. Selfishly I'm hoping Jay doesn't get over his phobia too quickly, Elliot's a great little fuck, super ass on that boy... or as Willie would say, super boy-pussy. Then I thought about last Saturday night with Andy and Willie... that did it. I had my pants pulled down and was stroking my dick in no time. My plan was to try going slow to make this jerk-off last, but then the memory of Willie fucking both Andy and me took over... Andy and me laying our chests on the edge of Willie's bed, holding hands, our feet on the floor and our pussies up in the air... oh God, that was so fucking hot. And, oooohhh, jerking off feels so good right now. It was my mental picture of Willie pulling his long boner out of hot Andy's hole and shoving it right up my ass... that's the visual that got me grunting, on the edge of cumming, steadily stroking the uncut foreskin on and off the head of my boned up dick. Willie's cock had felt extra warm up my ass, that's because it had come out of Andy's ass, dripping with precum and juice from Andy's asshole and then, in casual manner, Willie had stepped over to stand between my legs and he just rammed that steaming hot boner way up inside me... awesome. That hot pole of Willie's feeling longer than seven inches as he plowed my ass till I thought I'd cum, then he pulled out and fucked Andy's pussy some more... Jesus, did he ever fuck us hard. With those recent horny-hot memories in my head, my back was arching off the bed now, my hand a blur, my penis dripping and hard as a flag pole... "Ahh ah Oh!...." and out it poured. First a short spurt and then three good ten inch strings of fast moving creamy cum... Christ!! I'm seeing spots in front of my eyes again. That picture in my head, the two of us next to each other, Willie doing one, then the other, then back to the first... Oh my God... I'm still pulling on my pud five minutes after the cum has cooled on my leg. Wheee, that was good. Then I thought of Willie's willy... seven plus inches of pleasure. That was a hot weekend, but was it hotter than when it's just Willie and me? Did Andy make it better or just different? Then, for a while I thought about the prank Andy pulled on me... ha ha... he's a hot shit alright. Then another thought about how Andy and Willie are always together and I found myself in a wicked jealous mood for the next half hour thinking that Willie was probably fucking Andy right now... or if not right now... once, twice, three times during the day, or night, whenever. Fuck! I stroked myself into another boner while picturing Willie doing Andy... then I noticed the time... shit! gotta get started fixing Chubby's and my dinner. Tonight I'm cooking Italian sausages on sub rolls with fried green peppers, red onion, and thin slices of hot cherry peppers... a streak of ketchup on top, at the last second. Also, French fries and a salad, iced tea to drink. We buy the fast food frozen fries and drop them in about a half inch of real hot vegetable oil... stand back cause there's a lot of splatter when the water part of the frozen fries meets the oil... maybe you've heard, oil and water don't mix. Like me and Ricky don't mix. I say that because I just saw Ricky's SUV pull slowly up to the curb in front of our condo. I had the six inch sausages frying in a pan, the peppers and onion sliced and ready to join the sausage at the halfway point, the pot with the oil was on the stove over a real low flame, the salad was made and covered with plastic wrap in the refrigerator. Ken's Italian dressing, diluted with some olive oil, sat on the kitchen bar along with paper napkins, knife and fork, salt and pepper. I'm staring out the front window at that fucking SUV trying to see through those dark windows, to no avail... sausages sizzling nicely in the background. I'm sizzling too, trying to figure out why they stay in the car like this every god damn time Ricky drives Chubby home? This time it's more like five minutes before I hear the passenger door slam and then Chubby comes into view from around the back of the van. Sure as shit, he's got his hand back at his ass doing something... he's not wiping his mouth as usual though. What the fuck is it??? It's driving me nuts. Will he come in here or go right up to his condo again? I'll know soon enough, here he comes up the steps, looks like he's got a load in his pants the way he's walking... walking right past my front door too. He kept right on going up the next flight of stairs to his place. Fuck this, I'm following him. After turning down the fire under the sausages, I quietly open my front door and sneak up the steps on my toes. His front door isn't even closed, going in quietly I walk silently back through the living room, then the kitchen... their condo layout is identical to ours. It's very quiet in here and all of a sudden I realize the obvious, I have no logical reason for being here. What reason can I give? Thinking of backtracking my steps, Chubby walks out of his bedroom naked from the waist down, catches movement out of the corner of his eye and does a little screech, then, "Dylan, what the fuck are you doing in here...?" I'm like, "Um, I came up here because I wonder... um, are you ready for dinner?" His face is dark red as he stood there wearing only a T-shirt and socks. Keeping his front side toward me he's shuffling back to his room, saying, "That's another lie that would break a lie detector, but never mind that now, just go on back down stairs. And yes, I'm hungry, I'll be right there." I stay put and say, "You were walking funny... you know, walking past my place. I happened to glance out." He's obviously controlling his temper now when he says, "OK, I fell and hurt myself a little which makes me walk funny... it'll be fine, please leave so I can get dressed." Not moving, I quietly say, "You've never once before asked me to leave this condo... what's wrong?" He bites his lip and rubs his belly under the T-shirt... Chubby's totally comfortable with me seeing his dick swinging in the breeze, but I can tell he's uncomfortable about something else. His dick, by the way, is less that four inches long... I used to think it was five inches long until we measured our dicks one time and found I was wrong. I was wrong about my dick too, I thought mine was seven or eight inches long and it's just about six, maybe a little longer with a nice hard on... hey! how'd I get started thinking about this? Chubby takes a deep breath and says, "No, you're right Dylan, I'd never make you leave. The truth is I hurt myself and didn't want to worry you with it... that's what it is. You know how you worry about things." Then he coughed, and began walking backward, saying, "I'll just put some pants on and walk down with you, OK? Be right back." I almost bought that except he grimaced when he took a backward step, I asked, "How did ya hurt yourself?" slowly walking towards him. He goes, "No, wait for me there Dylan, Jesus Christ... give me a little privacy in my life, for once..." I mumble, "No, I won't... somethings wrong, what is it?" I'm right in front of him now, he's backed up against the hall wall. He whines, "Pleases... let me put some pants on." I shake my head "no" and say, "Turn around" I have a scary feeling in my gut but a rage building in my head... I let out a long shuddering breath and say again, "Turn around, Chubby.." He's shaking his head "no" staying perfectly stationary. I moved my finger in a circular manner and his shoulders slumps, he's giving in. "Dylan, I'll turn around but don't freak out. I fell on my ass and it's a little discolored, that's all... and kinda sore." I mumbled, "You fell on your ass again, how many times is that now? Huh?" Chubby frowns and I do the circular motion with my finger again, he slowly turns around, I stifle a gasp. His buttocks, starting from where his back meets his ass to an inch below his thighs is black and blue, with some yellowish discoloration thrown in. You could never fall on you ass and cause this much almost evenly spread damage, covering just about every square inch. Evenly covered except for a couple of partial hand prints low on the left buttocks... it seems somebody has taken spanking to a level I can't imagined. Oh goody, another fetish freak to deal with. I say, "It sure does look sore, what can I do to help you" he says, "Well, since you offered... would ya spray Bactine all over to take the sting out and then put on some of that Aloa lotion to sooth it... I wouldn't ask anyone else to rub my ass, but you and me can do stuff for each other that most guys can't even think about, right, Dylan?" I go, "Sure..." He fakes a normal voice, "The stuffs in the medicine cabinet, I'll just lay across my bed... and thanks, Dylan" He's looking pathetic, probably feeling dorky and embarrassed too. He knows I don't believe his preposterous story... the falling on his ass bit is total BS. He's hoping I'll let it drop and for now I will because that's one of the ways we look out for one another... we don't back each other into a corner. There's gonna be a time fairly soon when we'll talk about this and decide what to do about it, but right now it's too humiliating for Chubby. It certainly is looking like a major problem though, one right up there with the magnitude of my scary problem with Joel last summer. I'm also remembering back to early last summer when Chubby and me put Joel and Ricky on our shit list, we were going to take drastic action against both of them... that is, as soon as we had enough money to get our drivers license and pay for the auto insurance and so forth... then later on Chubby told me he'd come to an understanding with Ricky, and much later Robby almost killed Joel on my behalf so nothing ever came of our revenge plans. Now I'm thinking I just might have something for Jake to take care of, we'll see. I also remember Ricky and his father both insisting Chubby come back off our Wildwood vacation to work Saturday, and how Chubby came back from that trip walking funny too... it's curious alright. I got the Bactine, pain relief-cleansing spray and the aloe vera moisturizer creme and took them into Chubby's room. Seeing his fabulous ass tortured like that is disturbing... those beautifully shaped buttocks. The discoloration is obviously from numerous spankings, from the recent dark red hand prints here and there to the black and blue from a couple days ago to the shades of yellow going back even further. First the spray, it's not suppose to sting but in my experience it always does initially. Chubby tightens his gluteus maximus, his ass muscle... we learned that other word last year in sex education class... he tightened his ass when the spay hit it, but didn't utter a sound. A few minutes and the stinging was pretty much gone, I rubbed a lot of aloe vera on those wonderful, albeit temporarily disfigured, ass cheeks of his, and enjoyed doing it too. Chubby lay there quietly for a few more minutes with me rubbing his back and the back of his head. Neither of us said anything until Chubby quietly mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan" then he looked back at me and added "for everything...". I say, "No problem... come on down when you're ready, we're having hot sausage subs and fries". Chubby perked up some and says, "Yum, be right there". I walked back down slowly, it was upsetting seeing his ass like that but I recall a few spankings I'd received along the way and how fast I recovered from them. Mohawk man and the Marine come to mind. This looks like a much more serious situation though and I don't believe for a minute it's just a spanking, there's sex involved. Yeah, probably... but it would be piling-on to interrogate Chubby about this now. That scumbag Ricky, and maybe his father too, are gonna pay. It felt good to have Jake's promise in my arsenal of payback weapons. I could always let Robby loose on Ricky... nah, this is no time for jokes, I'm not in the mood for that. Chubby was walking better when he sheepishly walked in my kitchen a few minutes later. "Can we not talk about this right now, Dylan..." Chubby was in his very low key mode at the moment. I said, "Sure Chub, whatever you want..." We had a solemn dinner together, but even so we managed to eat every drop of it, and then made ourselves iced cream sundays to enjoy while beginning our homework. Chubby fell asleep against my side on the recliner during one of this year's first Red Sox games... they lost, but Chubby didn't find out about that until the next day, he was out cold. When I saw he was deep asleep I got my arm under his neck and held his head over against my cheek and got a nice boner in my pants to enjoy during the last three innings. Tuesday is my time with Elliot and even though Chubby's situation was troubling enough to put me in a funk, I was looking forward to fucking Elliot's spectacular ass as a way to get out of that funk. Unfortunately, the first thing Elliot says when I see him is, "I can't come over this afternoon, I got a dentist appointment for a cleaning. You know, every six months. Forgot about it until my Mom reminded me last night, I'm sorry and really disappointed too." Elliot has been showing almost daily progress with his talking skills... still very shy with most everyone else, but not so much with our little group. Fact is, if he keeps it up he may overtake Ray with the marathon sentences... on second thought, nah... no way. Where the hell is Ray anyway? I asked Elliot about that and he looks a little guilty explaining, "It's a shame, but it looks like Ray caught strep throat from me, Dylan". I'm like, damn... both my Ellis boys unavailable for my horniness relief. I'm working Wednesday after school at Stop & Shop again but as usual I'll be home a little after five. When I bring up the topic, Elliot unconsciously began playing with himself saying, "Wednesday after work? Oh for sure, Dylan... I'll be there Wednesday one way or another... hey, wait, I'm working that shift tomorrow too. We'll be together again." I liked the sound of that! As for Chubby, I made sure to act normal around him this morning and I was careful he didn't get the impression I'm pitying him or judging him in any way. We didn't have much to say, but with Chubby and me being quiet together isn't unusual, as I've mentioned before. So that's how we were, quiet... but with a nice smile too. After school Chubby had the car, he was going to the job as usual. If I hadn't seen his ass I wouldn't think anything was wrong with him because he's walking normally already. His ass looks far worse than it feels... it's a quick recovery thing, a smacked ass, I mean. My senior editor duties went on longer than usual. A rather lengthy review with the faculty adviser which turned out good for me as she was very pleased with this month's paper. Then I spent time with a number of reporters for the high school's sports teams, after that there were two reporters with feature stories for next months paper, and lastly an unexpected visit from Connor. As I was putting stuff away he surprised me by quietly coming into the office when my back was to the door, me standing with my arms over my head putting a Thesaurus away on the top shelf of the closet. Connor encircled my arms with his arms, one of his biceps next to each of my ears... it took me by such surprise I almost doodied in my shorts. I let out a shout "YO!" and heard his giggle at the same time. For some reason, maybe the feel of his tall body, or perhaps his personal odor, I knew it was Connor Neary. He held my back tight up against his chest calmly saying, "Oops, you almost fell, good thing I was here to save your skinny ass". We're both staggering backward, the side of his face against the hair at the back of my head. It happened so fast... I'm mumbling, "Fuck... is that you Connor?" and in his happy manner, he goes "Uh-huh". I'm like, "Damn, dude... you scared the shit out of me". He dropped his arms down to encircle my chest so I dropped my arms on the outside of his... the side of his face still against my head. Needless to say I was firming-up in my pants. He's muttering, "Oh my God, it's lucky I'm so quick, ya know... catch ya before you fell over backward." It was of course preposterous, he caused all my flouncing around by grabbing ahold of me and startling me... this was the second time in two days he's initiated physical contact between us. I go, "Shall we dance, Connor?" and he's like, "I'm not a good dancer, but I'll try... you mean square dancing of course, right?" I was relaxed within his grasp, "Sure, what else... doe-see-doe, mother fucker." There was no where else he could go with this so he let me loose. "Geez, a simple thank you is all I really need, Dylan... a square dance with you might be a tad too much gratitude..." I mumbled, "Yeah, you might be right. OK, then... thank you, you're my hero". He plopped himself down in my guest chair to say, "That's phat! What's new with you, Dylan...?" and before I could answer, he adds "Oh, the reason I'm here is to give you some humor. It's a couple of funny things young kids might write for homework... humor for the Eagle's humor section. Malapropism, sort of... I made then up in study hall". Sitting down behind my desk realizing I never get tired of looking at Connor's uniquely attractive face, but today there was something new too. I'm sorta shocked actually, I say, "Oh my God, you finally did get a haircut.." He stands up and turns this way and that doing a mock modeling thingie, saying, "Do you like it? Jay Reeves cut it for free, he's gay by the way... did ya know that?" I'm like, "No, you don't say, Jay's gay? Connor, people in fucking China know Jay's gay... of course, I know it!" Connor's laughing, his hair's about half as long as it used to be and I have mixed feelings about that, I think I liked it the other way better because it was so different, so Connor. But still, it looked very stylish, about as long as mine, so it isn't short by any means. Parted in the middle and just long enough to cover most of his ears, no bangs, nice full wavy hair. He goes, "Don't you like it..?" and he seemed sincerely concerned so I said, "It's phat, Connor... you're a very cool dude. I do like it." He smiled and was back to his old wise-ass grinning self after that. I go, "You got some humor for me, do ya?" He gives me a piece of paper with the heading... Things a first or second grader might write about the ocean..... If you are surrounded by water you are an island. If you don't have ocean all around you, you are incontinent. (Wayne age 6) This is a picture of an octopus. As you can see, it has eight testicles. (Kelly age 6) A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of it's head. (Billy age 7) Oyster's balls are called pearls. (Jerry age 6) When I go swimming in the ocean it's cold, and it makes my willie smaller. (Kevin age 6) Trying not to laugh, I say "You have a thing for body parts and bodily functions, don't ya?" Connor fakes concern and says, "Is that a bad thing?" He's got a wicked good brain for humor, I get serious and say, "Everything you bring me is funny Connor, but you know I can't print anything even slightly risque. I wish I could". He shrugged and says, "I know... I'm really just trying to make you laugh, Dylan." Taking me by surprise again, he adds, "Why don't you and me do something together some time, do you bowl?" I go, "Is that a joke? Bowl?... no I don't bowl... you mean candlepins?" He says, "Yeah, candlepins, I'll teach ya. I'm really good at candlepin bowling". I say, "Would this be like a date? You gonna pay for my bowling... and my slice of pizza and coke? If we're on a date, you gotta pay cause you asked me out." He's laughing, saying, "You're a funny prick, aren't ya. OK, it can be a date if you want it to be." I'd gotten a fairly hard boner from him grabbing hold of me earlier and the thing hasn't loosened up much while looking at him and flirting with him. We were kinda talking around a situation we both recognized and understood, neither of us was willing to come right out with it though, we both wanted the other guy to authenticate this bowling thing as a gay getting to know one another better thing. Somehow I knew there wouldn't be any sex on our first date, we'd start out just doing an activity together. I was fine with starting our relationship off like that too, thinking to myself ... you sure have come a long way in a year, Dylan... and for about the hundredth time I did a silent thank you to Carl for showing me my gay self. To Connor, I say, "Sure, let's do it..." He took a big breath then and said, "Oh, I thought you'd say no... heh heh!" Nervous laughing. I looked at him calmly without saying anything. Connor appeared a little lost, like he didn't know what to say next so I rescued the situation by saying, "Thursday after school, you and I will go candlepin bowling.. OK?" He smiled a beautiful smile, what a good looking kid, and said, "OK... meet you at the front door after last bell". I nodded, then he nodded wetting his lips, like he was going to say something else, but he didn't. Getting up he bumped his long legs on the overhang at the front of my desk and, blushing for the first time since I've known him, he goes, "That wasn't cool... forget I bumped into your desk just now while getting up... nobody does that... it never happened. Um, ah, Thursday it is..." I grinned and nodded "yes" and he purposely bumps into the door jam while leaving, saying "Oops! I'm good, no worries... that didn't happen either" and was gone. I still had my boner... can you bowl with a boner?... probably not. Well, no Ray and no Elliot, and no anyone else today either... looks like my hand will be my only sex partner once again today. It could be worse of course, I could have a sprained wrist. Jay gave me a ride home after his rehearsal. It was just him and me... Elliot was at the dentist. This might be an ideal time for me to ask him about progress with his anal phobia, show my interest in his problem, except I couldn't work up the guts, plus... maybe it would be rude. There are many things I'm not sure about, things I'm not sure how to handle. Almost everyday there are incidences where I do or say nothing because I'm not sure if it would be proper, or whatever. Instead of bringing up his phobia, Jay talked excitedly about the musical he was rehearsing for while I was busy fighting back a yawn. Then I slipped in something about liking Connor's haircut, hoping Jay might fill me in on Connor's sexuality. I mean, I'm pretty sure he's gay, but who else knows that... if anyone in this high school would knows who's gay, Jay would. Apparently he doesn't know about Connor though, so it's only me and Connor who know... that's cool. Then Jay says, "Elliot's excited about you two doing the hoochie/coochie again, do you know when that'll be?" I said we'd probably try for tomorrow and Jay takes a big breath and adds, "He's putting some pressure on me too. Elliot wants me to do him so bad... I'd love to please him, but I'm not ready to do the deed yet. Any suggestions..." Damn, I'm back in the mentor's role again and it's me who needs a mentor, half the time I don't know what I'm doing in my own life. I go, "Jeez, Jay... wish I could help, but I'm all out of ideas" and when he didn't say anything, I added, "Do you mind if I ask about your progress...?" He went on to be quite open about it. He's fingering Elliot's hole now, and Elliot's fingering his hole too... they wear lubed condoms on their index finger. I thought that was really good progress but Jay said there's an unexpected problem, it's not arousing him, getting his hole fingered doesn't feel sexy to him, it feels weird, awkward, and it hurts at times. Someone not liking their hole fingered, or fucked for that matter, that's difficult for me to believe, but I keep my opinion to myself and say, "In that case, concentrate on just you fingering Elliot... he's the one who wants to be fucked. You might turn-out to be totally a top, which would be fine with Elliot. Stop trying to go both ways and concentrate on getting your cock up his ass... you'll like it there, believe me, it's impossible not to... that's if you're actually gay. Did you ever consider you might not be gay?" He says, "Oh no, I'm gay alright, and that's good advise about concentrating on one thing at a time. Glad I came to you again... you're the man, Dylan!" Damn, that was alright. I felt kinda good after that. Later, in my condo alone, I considered jerking off but decided on abstinence, let the spunk build-up for Elliots asshole tomorrow afternoon. Another boner pops-up with me thinking about that and then later, thinking about Connor almost had my will power collapsing, but I didn't whack-off, instead I started preparing dinner. School went OK Wednesday, and then after school I worked a shift at Stop & Shop with Elliot. After our shift we walked to my condo together. It had been a tiny bit awkward at work, Elliot and me catching each other looking at the other, obviously thinking about what we'll be doing in my bedroom later on. Awkward, but exciting too... for both of us I think. I smoked a cigarette on the walk over and Elliot says, "Let me try a drag, Dylan. It looks cool to smoke." I passed the cigarette over to him, he took one big drag and a five minute coughing fit followed. He's saying, "That's fucking evil, Dylan... awful taste!" Wish I'd had a violent reaction like Elliot's when I first started smoking, put an end to it right then. Chubby and I had taken it real easy at first though... we did little puffs until we could handle full inhales and now we're hooked, addicted. In my bedroom Elliot got a case of shyness all over again. I say, "It'll be fine, come on over here, Elliot... give me a kiss." He grinned nervously, but stepped over to me with his face turned up a little, his hands rested on my hips. I took his head between my hands and kissed him on the lips, his eyes closed as his mouth opened a little. Remembering what a good make-out partner Elliot is, I wasn't surprised at his receptiveness this time. He melds into my body, his body language totally telling me he's all mine for a little while. God, I'm so lucky... this sweet kid giving himself over to me for a sexy time. I let myself embrace the feel of swapping spit and licking tongues and sucking and kissing and rubbing his body, rubbing up the back of his head, my fingers in his light red hair, then rubbing down his back and squeezing his plump firm ass cheeks, his arms around my waist now. Elliot's mouth in constant motion... great lips for kissing, perfect pink tongue, our teeth scrapping together with the intensity of our make-out, his boner pressed hard against mine... two gay boys thrilled to be doing this together. Gay boys making out... what could be hotter. Then hearing myself moan with sexual arousal, me the first to moan with pleasure this time... moaning while thinking that Elliot might even be a better make-out than Willie. Needing a break to catch my breath, I held his wet face against the side of mine and, in a low horse voice said, "Let me help you take your shirt off". I reached down to grab the bottom of his pull-over Polo shirt, Elliot lifted his arms and when I pulled it over his head his personal odor engulfed me... oh God, he is so yummy. His bare pink skin, a little light red hair under his arms... oh man, nice! He did the same with my T-shirt and we hugged bare chested. We're both slender, but with good body definition... taut all over. The feel of his bare hairless skin is special, a very special feeling. I felt the wetness in my pants then as the first few drops of precum leaked out. It's very sexy feeling Elliot's tight little body, great skin... I rubbed the palms of my hands all over his back and down inside the waistband of his jeans. He clung to me, his forehead resting against my shoulder. Both my hands traveling up his back now, then running my fingers through the hair at the back of his head again, I kissed the side of his face and held the kiss for thirty seconds just loving how he taste and smells, them back to hungrily kissing his mouth. Elliot got right back into his hot kissing and licking and sucking, his mouth all over and around mine... an image of him sucking Jay off with some of these very same mouth actions and... good God, my boner's so freaking hard. It was such a hot make-out with this yummy kid that I feel the first signs of a climax taking hold in my nuts already, that won't due at all so I pull away again, breathing deeply before saying quietly, "Take off your pants now, Elliot" I unsnapped his jeans, then unsnapped mine and stepped out of them. "Underpants too?" he asked in this small breathless voice. I go, "Yeah sure, everything" and I drop my jockey shorts freeing my boner which bounced up off my belly, then hung away from my body pointing upward, precum shining on it's head. I got lubricant from the night stand, squeezed a good glob on my finger and, standing in front of naked Elliot, reached around him to push the lube up his hole. He got his naked body against my naked body, our boners next to each other between our bellies, him mumbling, "Everything feels so good, Dylan... thank you". I go, "Please don't thank me Elliot, it's my pleasure, my honor in fact, I should thank you". We swayed a bit, clinging to one another. I really like his body even though it's quite small... it's about the same size as Chubby's actually. His ass is almost a duplicate of Chubby's as well, and while Elliot clung to my body, his arms encircling my chest, I massaged his great buttocks with one hand and fingered his hole with the other. At first I was going inside him just to the first joint of my index finger, then, with Elliot repeatedly closing his sphincter muscle, I pushed in and out of his hole with deeper and deeper penetrations. Taking one last big inhale, loving the smell of the side of his face, I mumbled, "Turn around now, Elliot" and when he did, both of us still standing, me bending my knees to equal his height, I pushed my boner against his asshole hard and the swollen head of my cock popped past his sphincter muscle. Elliot groaned a bit and his head was back against my shoulder moving from side to side slightly, his hole probably burning... that didn't last long though. Elliot changed the groan to a moan as my boner's head began stimulating the erogenous areas of his anus. When he pushed back on my cock some I humped my hips forward and my boner slid in another four inches, then the last of it until my groin was tight with his buttocks. He made a wheezy sound, then said, "It feels good, Dylan... really good!" Both my arms around him clasping my hands together on his belly button, I squeezed him and then started fucking that hole of his fast and steady... all hip action, Elliot moaning, "Ahh" with every quick drive into him. I loved my nose bumping the top, back part of his head with every hump of my cock up his ass. That boy smells so nice, he was quietly going "Ahh, Eee" with every penetration now. Looking at the two of us in the mirror hanging over my chest of drawers got me even hotter, more sexually aroused. I saw Elliot's six inch cock, bone-hard sticking almost straight out of his red, half inch long bush... Jay apparently barbered more than just Elliot's head. Elliot's reflection was looking so cute and sexy in the mirror, short red hair and that baby face with a happy expression, his arms hugging my arms, his eyes closed, his cheeks puffed out with each shot up his ass, his six inch boner all pink with that rosy red helmet head dripping drops of precum... it was a hot picture. Oh God, it felt so fantastic on my cock, the head driving up his tight ass with him clenching his sphincter muscle at each penetration. Five minutes or so and my balls were tightening-up, moving against the top of my scrotum and ready to blow... I was right on the edge, perspiration on my forehead, my breathing getting ragged, my face pinched as the feelings all around my pelvic area just overwhelmed my senses. Just as I'm thinking, I'm gonna pop off, Elliot squealed and shot a straight stream of cum three feet out from that swollen helmet head followed by plops of cum barely making their way out of his cock... he was stroking that thing a mile a minute now squeezing more spunk out, each plop landing on my bedroom throw rug. He's going a quiet "Oh oh oh" with each stroke on his cock. I speed-up and four fast humps later fired a nice load up his ass, then two more good spurts. God damn that felt good!... it felt good the two minutes I fucked him after my climax too. Pulling out then I grabbed a handful of tissues for Elliot and then got some for myself and wiped my cock with them. That was a very hot climax, watching us in the mirror added to the force of my ejaculation blast... damn, it pays to skip jerking off a day too, letting the semen build-up. Obviously, watching us in that mirror is hot... I've experienced that kind of thing with Robby and me in the powder room once, and the little lavatory in the equipment room too. It's a nice way for some extra stimulation... not that I need any. I finished cleaning up in my bathroom and then started getting dressed, Elliot made it clear last time there would be no cuddling, no anything afterward... he thinks it would make him feel disloyal to Jay. The make-out beforehand is OK because that's part of the fuck... this is all according to Elliot's logic anyway. He thinks he's in love with Jay, and maybe he is... in any case this is how Elliot and I do it and I'm more than happy with the whole deal. Elliot's also getting dressed and like last time he's in a somber mood after the sex, but even so, he still says, "That was so good, Dylan. This sex is scary good, don't ya think?" I go, "I've heard it can be habit forming if that's what you mean" and chuckle to make sure Elliot knows I'm kidding around. He stays in a serious frame of mind though, and says, "Do you think when Jay's able to fuck me, or allows me to fuck him, that it'll feel even better than you and me doing it?" I say, "Yeah, probably. Having sex with your boyfriend should be the hottest sex you can get". I said that to him to encourage him, but I don't necessarily believe it's true because you could have a boyfriend who's not into sex to the level you are, and consequently, he's not as good a lover as say, your favorite sex buddy is. Of course that assumes your boyfriend's OK with you having a sex buddy... hey, what the hell do I know? Dressed, I say "Just as one fuck buddy to another Elliot, how about a post fuck kiss" and we had a very nice buddy kiss, not the hot make-out kiss, a buddy kiss. Oh well, Elliot's into compartmentalizing, maybe. Whatever, it was a helluva nice Wednesday afternoon! Later, after a smiling Elliot left for home, Chubby and I had a great dinner of mac and cheese, garlic bread and Caesar salad, Snapple was our beverage. We talked a little about Chubby's ass... he's back to lying, or maybe he's in denial because he insist he injured himself falling off a ladder while cleaning windows. In a monotone I said, "When you fell, did your ass land on someone's hand cause there's definitely some hand prints on your upper thigh". Chubby didn't look up, just kept shoveling mac and cheese into his mouth, then talking with a full mouth he said, "Don't be ridiculous, there's no hand print on my ass." Neither of us has said the word spanking yet, we're working up to it. Being spanked in the severe manner Chubby's been spanked is too embarrassing to own up to right off, I imagine. We'll get there little by little and then when we can talk about it we'll know what needs to be done. As I said before, somebody is going to get some pay back. By the way, I don't even consider it a possibility that Chubby has a spanking fetish himself because I've lived with him my whole life, at times intimately, and there's never been a hint of that fetish in his behavior. There'd be something... like him pretending to spank me or him hinting that he's been a bad boy and needed a spanking or even saying the word spanking if he had the fetish. No, it's somebody else's fetish and Chubby tolerates it for some reason... probably to keep his job, but there could be something else involved too. Foot fetish, yeah that's a fetish Chubby has although we've never referred to it as foot fetish. Knowing someone all your life gives you insight about how best to handle delicate situations... he's done that for me any number of times. After dinner we did some studying for our last high school midterms ever, and then watched an NBA Finals game because the Red Sox were rained out. Again Chubby fell asleep resting against me on the recliner, two nights in a row... nice! Thursday was a bitch in some ways, but OK in other ways. I had three midterm test which are the bitchy parts... on the other hand, those tests didn't take the whole class so I was out early from each class which was the OK parts. In third period Elliot and I finished our test about the same time, we walked down to the refreshment stand together so I could sneak a smoke. Elliot wasn't as awkward in that day after we did it kind of way like he was the first time. He actually talked about it, saying how much he liked it. He started to say something, hesitated... then asked, "Dylan, do you think I'm, ya know... slutty or something because I like getting it up my rear end so much?" I was like, "No way, dude! You've only done it three times in your whole life... come on, slutty?" and I playfully mussed his hair. He goes, "Oh yeah, heh heh... guess not. How bout if I put my name on the lavatory wall and solicit guys to fuck me, how bout then?" I say, "Oh yeah, then you'd be in the conversation, slutty-wise". He was getting looser and looser within our little group and that will only make it easier for him to loosen up more around others. Worrying about my mid-terms I'd almost forgotten about my date with Connor, that is until I saw him in the lunch line and he says, "Ya got your bowling shoes with you, Dylan...?" Of course he said it grinning and chuckling, I go "Bowling shoes? We need to wear special shoes?" He wasn't sure if I was kidding or not, so he says "Don't play dumb, you're probably a great bowler and you're going to make me look like such a loser... you probably got your own bowling balls". "We'll see, won't we, Connor? Front entrance, right after school, I'll drive." We split off then for different lunch lines, I went for a sandwich wrap and he and Elliot went for the full lunch. Truth is, I've never been candlepin bowling in my life. It doesn't interest me all that much, but Connor interests me plenty. When I told Chubby about me going bowling, he frowned, "Bowling? You're shitting me, right?" I'm shaking my head "No" and he says, "Hey, did you know no one has ever bowled a perfect game in candlepins?" That doesn't seem possible but I've never caught Chubby in an incorrect factoid so I said, "Everybody knows that" and squeezed the back of his neck. I'm always squeezing the back of some boy's neck, backs of necks are so soft and smooth and I get to touch their hair too, it's accepted intimacy by most guys, but there are always the exceptions of course... guys who scrunch up, shrugging their shoulders and yelling, "Hands off, what are ya queer or something?" Someday I'll be able to say, "I'd prefer you call me gay rather than queer..." you know, when I'm out of the closet. Anyway, last bell sounded and Chubby headed to shithead Ricky's locker as I went outside the front entrance looking for Connor. I didn't need to look long because he was right there with a goofy wave, he seemed a little bit shy or something and that's not something I normally see from him. I'd just finished thinking about squeezing the back of a guy's neck so for the hell of it, I squeezed Connors... soft skin for the palm of my hand to enjoy and silky hair on the back of my hand. I squeezed it twice with Connor kind of leaning his head back against my hand... damn, it was sexy. Covering up the double squeeze a little, I patted his shoulder and said, "Ya ready, got your own bowling ball?" He laughed as we walked to my car, "Dylan, I'm beginning to think you really don't know anything about candlepins, you need three bowling balls for candlepins, not one". Oh yeah, he's right... I remember seeing candlepin bowling on TV once... for about a minute. The balls are the size of a grapefruit and there are no holes, regular big bowling balls have two or three finger holes. The pins are different too, candlepins are thin and tapered at both ends. Connor verified what Chubby said about no one ever bowling a perfect score too, the highest score in history is two-forty-five. In regular ten pin bowling there are hundreds of perfect scores of three hundred. Oh goody!... candlepins is goofy, and it's difficult too... just what I'm looking for in a hobby. Connor directed me to the bowling alley while filling me in on candlepin stuff. It's only played in parts of Canada and New England... Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts specifically. A game of candlepins is called a string and a string is divided into ten boxes, instead of frames like in ten pins. You get three balls per box and the pins you knock down just lay there throughout your three attempts, you can knock them into standing pins if you chose. I said, "... tell me as were doing it, OK?" Connor says, "Sure..." and for some reason that made me realize I don't know him all that well. It just hit me that we're almost like strangers now that we're away from our familiar surroundings in high school. It's weird, but in the car we both began acting very polite and stilted, nothing at all like our usual joking-ballbusting interactions. Things loosened-up inside the bowling alley though, for one thing it was noisy as hell inside, we exchanged looks like... what the fuck...? I followed Connor to the counter where we check-in and discover that you do indeed need special shoes to bowl, we needed to rent them. "How many people have worn these shoes before us, ya think?" I asked Connor. He says, "Don't tell me you're anal.." I go, "Meaning I'm overly concerned with cleanliness? No, dude, not me... but, fuck!... how many people have put their smelling feet into these fucking shoes before me? That's what I'm talking about." We were laughing about it so it helped us get relaxed on our date. Connor says, "Yeah, we'll that's totally anal, I hate to have to tell you." I had the shoes on by now, "You probably just like saying that word, anal, don't ya" and Connor says, "Yes, and guess what my favorite planet is" ... together we said "Uranus". The actually bowling was humiliating... it looks easy but it ain't. Many of my balls seemingly were attracted to the gutter on either side of the alley. Connor's a good candlepin bowler, like he said, but even he had trouble bowling a score over a hundred and ten... I was in the fifties, humiliating! Little kids bowling next to us were doing better than me. The good part was Connor trying to teach me the proper way to throw those little two and a half pound, four and a half inch bowling balls. He'd sort of mold himself on my back, leaning me over and, holding onto the back of my hand as I held the ball, he'd pull my arm back in the proper arch, and follow through after I let go of the thing. Naturally I did it wrong purposely to get him to instruct me a number of times. We bowled three games and even though I got no better at bowling, it was fun being with Connor. He got relaxed, quips always at the tip of his tongue, never missing a chance to say something that could be interpreted in a sexual way, like the anal and Uranus references. For example, in candlepins if the head pin is the last one to fall for a strike it's called a backdoor strike... Connor referred to backdoor strikes every chance he got. Neither of us actually made a backdoor strike, I had no strikes of any kind, but none-the-less Connor referred to backdoor strikes frequently, he'd say, "Oh Dylan, too bad... you didn't get a backdoor strike that time". He'd even say it when my ball was rolling harmlessly down the gutter. His main reference to it was, "Dylan, you really do need a backdoor strike, wouldn't you just love one of those?" It's the way he said things that I thought was funny, the sexual innuendo of backdoor strike is obvious of course, and that thought, plus all his bodily contact while teaching me to bowl was great fun and kinda hot too, so I had a nice time, like I said. You pay for the strings you bowled when you finish and Connor did insist he pay since, as he said, "You're my date, Dylan... naturally I pay". I tried to sound like a girl when I said, "Oh thank you, Connor..." We did get a slice of pizza and a soda but I insisted on paying for those so, money-wise we were even. I liked that Connor kept calling this our bowling date... I'd joked about it being a date on Tuesday and he carried it over to today. As I drove him home he talked about himself a little. He works weekends, ten hours on Saturday and ten more on Sunday, as a busboy in an Italian restaurant downtown... his parents are divorced so his mother supports them by working for a home cleaning service called, The Maids. Connor and his mother live in an apartment for low income families where the town subsidizes their rent. The apartment complex was old, situated in an area that wasn't pretty, but Connor didn't seem embarrassed when we pulled up in front of it, he seemed resigned. It was a racially mixed neighborhood where whites are the minority. Connor takes the school bus to and from school every day with a rough group of teens riding with him... he said that on the bus he kept his eyes on the floor and his mouth shut. His talent at candlepins is a result of his participation during his earlier teen years in a youth group for under-privileged boys. Every Saturday the boys in that group were treated to three strings of candlepin bowling. Obviously Connor has a lot to deal with but still he's a good student, he holds down a job, has a positive attitude, and usually has a friendly grin on his face throughout the day. He should be proud of himself and for all I know, he is. Inviting me up to his apartment seemed odd and I felt uncomfortable about it, but I couldn't hurt his feelings by refusing, so I said, "Sure...". Then, hoping no one did any damage to the Jeep, I parked it on the busy street and followed Connor down a cracked, trash scattered sidewalk, up rickety step, and into an apartment building that stunk of cooked cabbage. His place was on the second floor, no elevator, more rickety steps. I was wondering why he'd want me to see this when he said, "I know this place is pretty bad Dylan, it's the best my mother and me can do though. I just want you to know I'm not ashamed of where I live, that's why I asked you to come in... and also, I wanted to see if you'd come in, that's kind of important to me. I'm not at all surprised you did though, you're too nice a person to say no." I felt so bad for Connor, what a fucking dump this place is. The apartment was old and small. Connor's bedroom was about the size of the walk-in closet in Willie's bedroom. A single bed, a small desk with an old computer, and a small chest of drawers was all that could be crammed into that little room... no window. He got each of us a generic can of root beer and, him sitting on the edge of his bed and me sitting in his desk chair, we talked quietly. I told him about me living with just my Mom, like him. About her being a waitress, about Chubby and me being like brothers, and about how we worked all last summer to earn the money for our license and a car. I rambled on because I wanted to show Connor I wasn't some privileged rich kid either. He nodded his head, interested in what I was saying, then added, "Yeah we're alike, except your Mom doesn't have a problem with drugs like mine does and that's why I'm living here and you're living in a condo on the West side of town." He wasn't feeling sorry for himself, just stating a fact. I mumbled, "Sorry ya got it so rough, Connor... you're an awful good guy though, dude..." He goes, "Thanks, Dylan... Ah, ya think we can be friends?" I said, "Of course, we already are friends..." but at the same time I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by friends. He looked at me with an expression on his face that I couldn't interpret. Then, hopping off the bed, he took my empty soda can, then did the same squeeze at the back of my neck that I'd done to him earlier. He left his hand there and said, "Do you believe there's such a thing as, I don't exactly know what to call it... some invisible force radiating off people that attracts one to another, or a chemical thing maybe... you know, like pheromones." I looked him in the eyes and mumble, "I don't know, exactly... you mean someone is attracted to someone and the person doesn't know why... like that?" Connor says, "Yeah, like that, only it's a strong attraction... a really strong attraction." I gulped and looked around the room saying, "Um, I guess there could be.." We were quiet, his hand still touching the back of my neck... neither of us were confident enough to try taking anything up a notch. When I'm with Willie, he's the aggressor... he's been in that role from the minute I met him, and Robby just melts before my eyes, giving himself to me, asking me to fuck him. Other boys I've had sex with initiated it too, came right out with it... Connor and I weren't like that. He says, "Come on, I'll walk you to your car". I nodded my head feeling I was letting him down somehow so, to say something positive I go, "I hope we can go bowling again, Connor. You'll be my date next time and I'll pay, OK?" I wanted him to know I like him and also I was hoping to lighten-up the moment a little. He did smile at the date reference, and said "You need to ask me out this time though, make sure I'm not busy that afternoon" I patted his shoulder saying, "Oh absolutely, dude. Next week for sure..." I know he was walking me to the car because of me being a stranger in this tough neighborhood. At the car we did the usual quick one arm hug, hand shake, and pat on the back. "It was super, Connor... thanks for teaching me how to do candlepin bowling". He chuckled and said, "Jesus Dylan, the way you bowl I'd appreciate if you wouldn't mention to anyone that I'm your coach. Dude... you suck." That's more like Connor, one more pat on his arm and I get in the Jeep and drive off with a wave. There stood that cool, super good looking boy watching me drive away... I felt bad for him in some ways, but he's got a lot going for him too. We'll take it slow but I hope we keep moving toward some buddy sex. I don't know about his attraction question, scientifically I mean. It all seems simple to me, if you're a cute gay boy with a nice personality... count me in. Maybe he means something more though... the way he said really strong attraction. On the drive home I thought about Connor's comment that his mother's drug problem was the difference between living in a condo like I do and living in a rat hole like he does... that got me feeling sorry for him again and a little bit angry at his mother. Not that he'd said anything negative about his mother, he was just stating a fact, and who am I to judge anyway. Then I thought again about him being really strongly attracted to me, that's obviously what he's saying. It's such a compliment, or maybe it means something else. Oh crap, there I go... only I would try to find some negative meaning in that compliment. Gotta get my head on right, think positively. Here goes... " boy oh boy! Connor Neary has a crush on me, sweet! " That's more like it. This had been a strange, but fun afternoon. Then, my life in fast forward.... dinner with Chubby, some homework, some TV, bedtime, school Friday and then a shift at Stop & Shop, me working with Alex Cora during the shift... that's cool too. Next, one of my favorite nights, Friday night. And as a bonus, maybe a little make out with Robby... maybe more than a make out if we're clever about it. Chubby was in a pretty good mode after work tonight so I didn't ruin it by bring up his spanked ass. We had our Friday night pizza dinner together and then he drove us to the Loop where we met up with the usual crowd of boys and girls. My eyes right away searching for Robby as we're pulling into a parking spot and I spot Dodger instead, then Vinnie, so that's good, those two will keep each other busy. Now, if only Robby's here I'll be good... there he is looking right over at me. He was standing off by himself a little, waiting for me. I forget sometimes he's bashful, a little shy except with the baseball team and me... well, a few others too. Oh God, he's got that great smile going for him, I could eat him up like candy. Never the less, I act calm, cool, and collected walking over to him, "Dude, looking good, sup...?" Robby and I do the whole one arm hug routine while Robby says, "I'm dying here Dylan, we need to fuck tonight... you know how much I like feeling you inside me. Please.." Well, my only sexual outlet this week was that great five or six minute fuck with Elliot so Robby's eagerness equaled my own, but how we gonna do this. I say, "Geez Robby, I wanta do it as much as you, but where?" He grins mysteriously and say, "Come with me Dylan and you'll see. I drove the pickup tonight for one thing and for another thing I parked the truck in a clever spot". I'm like, his parents pick-up, yes! The thing about that pickup is it's bench style front seat, plus the cab is higher off the ground than cars or SUVs. While smoking we walk back to take a quick look at the pick-up, he had it parked in a good spot alright, yes... this is fine. As we're going back to the group Robby takes a big drag off his cigarette letting the smoke slowly drift out of his mouth after partially inhaling it, then he inhales that same smoke again, through his nose this time... and blows it out his mouth trying for a smoke ring. There's something sexy about that so I say, "Robby do that again and at the end exhale into my mouth... here, behind this big ass truck. He drags on his cigarette, lets the smoke drift back out so he can inhale it through his nose and down into his lungs and then, my mouth covering his, he exhales that twice used smoke and I inhale it and take the smoke into my lungs, then blow it out through my nose. Robby says, "Fuck, that's so sexy, Dylan... you do it to me now... I want smoke that was in your lungs, in mine..." and we did that kissing-triple-inhaled smoke exercise a couple of times until it was making me dizzy. I go, "Whoa, that's cool" Robby pulls my head back to his then, puts his mouth on mine and talks against my lips saying, "It hurts me sometimes, I love you so much..." We did a hug and a short make-out... breathing hard I say, "Same to you, Robby" and we shakily walked around the tractor trailer, back to the group... nobody paid any attention to us. After we were integrated back into the group I quietly mumble, "You're a genius thinking to bring the pickup, Robby... how we gonna sneak away long enough to do it though, what do we say to the guys?" He's smirking at me cutely, "It's obvious I gotta do all the thinking for the two of us tonight. Here's what we do, we simply go into the theater and out the side door, it's not rocket science, Dylan dude." I'm smiling because Robby's in rare form tonight. He goes, "You know, we tell a couple of guys, in an offhand way, we're gonna get our tickets early... what do they care!" It is simple, but a good plan just the same, so after fucking around with the group for a while, real casual like, Robby says to me, "Dylan, let's get the tickets now, avoid the rush later..." I say to Kevin Niles, "See you dudes in a bit.." A couple of guys nod like, sure, whatever... Robby's right, they don't give a crap what we're doing, mostly it's in our heads. Drifting away I see Chubby telling a joke, wave at him and yell, "We're getting our tickets, you need anything..?" He waves back shaking his head "no" and, just like that, Robby and I are in the front door and out the other side to the back parking lot. His pick-up is parked next to a couple of tractor trailers that block the view from the front of the theater, those big ass rigs were left here to be unloaded in the morning, probably for Home Depot, a couple stores away from the theater. It's an ideal place to park a pickup if you want to do something in the front seat of said pickup that you'd prefer nobody see you doing. No one is even in sight as we climb into the pickup's cab, giggling a bit with excitement. "That was easy" Robby mumbles. I'm like, "What the hell did Dodger say when you parked your pick-up here?" Robby mumbles, "Ah, he saw his friend Vinnie and hopped out before I drove back here. Those two are up to something..." I just go "Uh-huh" to that. We're laying across the front seat, our feet on the drivers side under the steering wheel... both of us are five feet, ten-inches so we can't stretch out... it's not too bad though. First thing I want to do is taste Robby's mouth again. Oh God, he's a yummy boy. I've mentioned his super attractiveness and how Connor reminded me of Robby, but now that Robby's right in front of me it's obvious he's the more perfect looking boy... emphasis on boy. As we sucked tongues and lips and kissed wet kisses, we also were working our pants down, being on the bottom Robby had the harder task, but he got them halfway down his thighs and our bare crotches rubbed against each other further stimulating my firm cock. Robby wasn't shaving his pubes during the high school baseball season and his dark blond fine-haired pubes felt soft against my bare, hairless groin. The making-out and grinding, or dry-docking as we called it, felt so good we did it until we were both dripping. Robby, breathlessly says, "How do you want to do me, Dylan?" I grunted out, "On your belly..." I rolled off him and flattened myself up against the back of those wide pickup truck seats. Robby rustled around, almost falling off the seat, but then getting himself on his stomach. He says, "Lube's in the glove compartment hidden in the that little tool kit". He's thought of everything... a dollop of lube had been squeezed into a little plastic snack baggie. Sitting up on the back of his thighs, I got a gob on my finger an worked it into his hole getting my finger in up to the knuckle, then some more with the same finger and a few quick pumps in and out to loosen his hole a bit. Next I stuck my boner in the snack baggie to lube that bone-hard pole. Dropping the baggie on the floor, I took hold of my dick, went up on my knees and guided my boner against his anus working the head slowly down into Robby's asshole. He made an initial hissing sound and said, "Ow!" but I ignored that to keep the pressure against his hole until the head popped past his sphincter muscle, Robby went, "Ahhhhh... ohhh" then... one more "Ow!" I steadily fed my boner deeper into his hole, quietly blowing a long exhale out through my barely opened lips as I did it. I don't want to hurt Robby, but it's feeling so good on my cock right now that I'd be hard-pressed to stop. It only took about ten seconds, that's all, and I was all the way in, laying on his back kissing the side of his face letting his hole get used to me. In less than a minute he turns his head and we reach each others lips, then our tongues. A little of that and by then the muscles in his hole opened to completely accommodate the intrusion so I used my knees to push his legs apart further, then kneel there between his legs, leaning over a bit to slowly withdraw my cock, then shoving it back in with a hump of my hips. Robby goes, "Ohhh God.. that's nice.." Picking up the speed a little, and then a regular rhythm... right away it's a sensational feeling all around my groin, it's so awesome to be fucking Robby Dickers' great ass, his super tight hole. It almost got overwhelming after a bit and I closed my eyes reveling in every second of it. Robby moaning over and over, "yes, yes, yes...so good, oh yes..." That adds so much to the pleasure I feel, knowing how much Robby loves me fucking him. Getting close to blowing my load, the speed of my penetrations seemed to pick-up on their own and soon I was into a rapid pounding of Robby's ass, every thrust caused his head to bump into the door handle. He was going, "Ahh... ahh...ahh.." Too soon I felt my cum blasting up from my nuts and it flooded Robby's hole in three good gushes... his ass was wet with it and every time my crotch hit his buttocks it was "splat" then Robby goes "Ahh...." "splat", "Ahhh"..... "splat", "Ohh...." and then in a frantic way Robby says, "I'm cumming, Dylan.. Ohhhhhh Ahhhhhh" and he bucked off the car seat three times, his hand under him now stroking that little four inch boner, draining his nuts of creamy teen spunk onto the truck's seat. I stayed inside him slowly pumping his slippery hole for a couple of minutes, but we don't dare stay away from the group too long. They don't care now, but if we push it too much someone is bound to start noticing, that leads to some scrutiny and they start noticing that Robby and I are always slipping away, and then rumors start and guys actively keep track of us and it's all over... ya gotta be smart about this. While I'm aware all that is true enough, pulling out of his ass still requires some will power because it feels so good being inside his ass. When I'm doing the fucking I concentrate on how fantastic that feels and does it ever feel great, but when I'm getting fucked by Willie I know which feels hottest for me, it's me getting fucked. I love a boy fucking me, love it more than any other sexual act. Don't get me wrong though, I love all sexual acts... making out, sucking cock, rimming, fucking, three-ways, whatever... but my favorite is getting fucked. Ironically, considering Chubby's problem, I enjoy some spanking with my fucking too, not anything like Chubby's been spanked, but some stinging to counter-balance the luscious feeling of being fucked adds to the sexiness for me. I don't do too much spanking when I'm doing the fucking, but I probably should. Spanking aside, Robby and Elliot are two boys who understand how fantastic it feels being fucked and they both would probably agree with me wholeheartedly that it's superior to any other form of sex... the majority of gay guys probably would choose the other role. Robby quietly says, "That was so awesome Dylan, it goes by so fast though. It's been awhile since we did it and I tried holding back my climax, but I'm never able to..." I mumbled, "Me neither, I got the same quick ejaculation situation..." He chuckles, we were using tissues from a small packet Robby stowed away for this very purpose, cleaning up our spunk. I put a small pile of tissues in the bottom of his jockey underwear and pull his pants up for him... slow drooling cum is always a concern. We're both sitting up now snapping our jeans and rearranging our clothing. Fucking in a car or a truck is never ideal. Robby says, "Dylan, I arranged this... now it's up to you to arrange something Saturday night. You have to fuck me tomorrow night if we're sleeping together, right?" I'm like, "How the hell can I do that with Chubby in the room...?" Robby chuckles and says, "I've no idea, but it's your turn to think of something cause I needs my fucking, dude!" As we're getting out of the truck I'm whining, "You call this a brainstorm, this was easy... you had it easy!" He's laughing now, we're both feeling super fine with that sexual itch of ours scratched. Robby says, "Easy? what the hell ... you were calling me a genius a little while ago." We went in the back door of the theater, bought our tickets and scurried out the side door. Nobody missed us... blending in with the group, no one was the wiser. It's such a good feeling right after sex, but Robby and I consciously didn't do the touching and affectionate behavior we'd like to show each other now, for obvious reasons... still it was such a nice feeling that Robby was close by, not touching, but right there if I wanted to touch him. He can sometimes get a bit over the top with the adoration reflected in his eyes towards me so we have a signal, one I use to indicate he's got that puppy dog hero worship look going for him... I exaggeratedly open my eyes and give a fast glance at him. He always laughs when I do it to him and the other guys are like, "What's so funny...?" Robby looks away from me and says, "Funny? What are ya talking about, dude?" It slides. Robby once asked me why I don't have those adoring eyes for him and I told him we're all different, but I love him just as much as he loves me and that leads to Robby nagging for us to come out to the world as gay boys. I always say, "After high school, I promise" which pasifies him although I'm being kinda disingenuous because ten years from now is after high school or twenty years, or fifty... you know? Anyway, we're happy tonight. The movie, a comedy remake of "The Land Of The Lost" sucked so bad guys started talking-back to the movie mocking it and getting ,"Shhhhh" and "shut the f... up" and stuff like that, a couple of fights broke out but none of us were involved in those. Afterward we all went to Wendy's again, about fourteen teens, and this time I noticed the manager rolling his eyes when we barreled in. We don't care... great night over-all. Saturday afternoon I have a four hour shift at Stop and Shop while Chubby needs to work all day at his window washer job, he's getting the night off for the campus visit though. It surprised me that Ricky gave his Ok to take off and when I mentioned that to Chubby, he mumbled, "No problem, he's trying to stay on my good side lately". I said, "Oh, because of you falling on your ass...?" Chubby made a face at me and shook his head slightly indicating I was a pain-in-his-ass for mentioning that. I kept staring at him, challenging him to refute my inferred assertion that Ricky was the cause of all those black and blue marks. Chubby wanted no parts of that argument though and wouldn't even look at me. That made me feel bad so I patted him on the shoulder and said, "OK, later for that..." Chubby shrugged and took off for work without comment. We'd been sharing a cigarette on the front steps at eight-thirty in the morning. A nod of his head went with his shoulder shrug, my only goodbye from Chubby... so not a good start to my Saturday. I shouldn't have thrown that spanked ass discussion at Chubby first thing this morning. Watching him walk to the bus stop I wanted to kick my own ass... the poor kid, as if he doesn't have enough to worry about with Ricky. Why'd I have to go and throw it in his face like that. We both should be in good moods looking forward to our campus visits, staying in a motel and all.... damn. Over coffee a couple hours later Mom tells me, in a casual manner, that there's been a change in plans for the trip. Only one of the Moms can get off work tonight and it was going to be Tris, but now it's going to be my Mom and she's bringing her boyfriend Jake Rollins along to keep her company. Fuck! Mom's real upbeat and excited about it, "You know Honey, it'll be like a mini vacation for me. And, anyway, I feel better having a man along with us, Jake knows how to get things done and he's been to college and all so you boys will get more out of the campus visits with Jake's help and guidance. It's sweet of him to give up his Saturday night and all day Sunday to help, don't ya think?" I'm thinking and you get to spend the night with a young stud but felt bad as soon as I had that thought. Moms have a life too, it isn't always about me. Even though I know that, hearing about this change of plans I couldn't keep the look of disappointment off my face. She says, "Hey, Dylan... don't ya want your Mom to come with you?" I told her it wasn't that, it was Jake... "I just feel funny around him, that's all. He creeps me out." She looks less excited now as she says "He thinks the world of you Dylan, just the other day he's in the bar telling me how proud Tris and I should be of our boys. How responsible you guys are, cooking for yourself and getting to school on time by yourselves, doing good with your school work, buying your own car and all stuff like that. Give Jake a chance, Honey... come on. Let your Mom have a nice trip too, OK?" I'm like, "Sure, it's OK... no problem." Then I went into my room, flopped on my bed, and screamed silently into my pillow. But, uh-oh... thinking about everything a second time, I start feeling like a horse's ass. Already today, and it isn't even eleven o'clock yet, I've managed to make both Chubby and my Mom feel really bad. Good work, dickhead. Shit, now I feel bad too, it's unanimous, I've made us all feel bad. Grabbing my cell phone I called Willie and caught him on his way to the tennis courts. His effervescent personality got me feeling better in two minutes. He excitedly reminisced about our last date, "Andy can't stop talking about last weekend, he's really taken by you, I knew he would be. You're such a good guy Dylan, so naturally nice, everybody likes you, it's contagious or something. Anyway, I feel so lucky having you and Andy as my boyfriends... every day I wake up and think of you, and then look over and there's my cute roommate. I'm so lucky." We talked about next weekend when Willie would be coming home again, I reluctantly said, "Willie, you know, it's OK if you want to bring Andy with you next weekend too. I don't want to hog you all to myself." Willie told me "no", that next weekend was for just me and him, and he went on and on about how special I am. By the time I hung up I almost believed that I was special, but settled on being happy that he at least thinks I am. I know I've got flaws, but right then I made a promise to myself not to do anything more to ruin my Mom's little vacation... she seemed so excited telling me about her and Jake chaperoning us boys, excited until I threw my self-centered negativity and wet-blanket attitude on the idea and dampened her excitement considerably... she didn't seem so excited after I was done peeing on her parade. Damn it, I'm really mad at myself for doing that! I'll make it up to her, and I'm also not bothering Chubby about that spanked ass of his either... at least not until after our campus trip. My conversation with Willie has got my head turned-around the right way and now I have a better attitude about things. Mom was cleaning up in the kitchen when I came out of my room so I gave her a hug saying, "I'm all over my bratty behavior now and I'm glad you're coming with us, I'll be nice to Jake too." Mom says, "Thank, Dylan... you're sweet. I hardly ever get a chance to get away and Jake treats me real nice so I'm kinda looking forward to our little trip." She went on to say that if we want to, Chubby or I could drive our Jeep, we can follow them to the motel. Jake and Mom in Jakes car and us boys in our car. This is sounding better already. I called Robby to tell him the change in plans, that we'd be going up in the Jeep and for him to bring a couple of his CDs. Dodger's in the background saying something and Robby finally yells, "Please shut up for a second, and I'll ask" back to me he says, "Can Dodger come with us? Our motel room has two double beds, so it wouldn't cost any more and he really doesn't want to go with Mom and Dad visiting Uncle Burt and Aunt Cealia, what do ya say, Dylan?" I hear Dodger in the background yelling, "Pleeeeease, Dylan!" It's fine with me, I called to Mom, "OK if we bring Dodger too?" She goes, "I don't see why not, Honey" and I go, "Tell that little pervert he can come, but he needs to behave for once..." Robby's chuckling, saying, "That's impossible..." then to Dodger, "You can come" and Dodger mumbles, "You guys need me there to liven things up anyway... OK, I'll help ya all out". Robby says to me, "You heard him, now it's him doing us a favor when only a second ago he's begging on hands and knees to go with us". We arranged a time for the brothers to come over so we can eat dinner together and then I closed my cell. This offers some long-shot possibility that Robby and me might sneak in a fuck like we were talking about last night. Dodger and Chubby like to goof-off together and if those two are off somewhere for a little while... hmmmm? Yes, this trip is now exciting for me again... to hell with Jake, I don't need to worry about him anymore. It's all actually working out better this way. Jake will be busy with Mom, and keeping Mom busy at the same time. We boys get to drive ourselves, with our choice of music blasting the whole way, and then there's the tantalizing possibility of me and Robby getting it on again tonight... two nights in a row for the first time ever. That made me think about last night again... Robby and me in his pickup, hot stuff! The afternoon shift at Stop & Shop went by quickly because it was busy in the store, Saturday and Sundays always are. I was back in the condo before five o'clock packing a few things for the over-night trip. Actually I was bringing pretty much the same clothes I'd taken to Willie's last weekend. Isn't it funny how there are certain clothes you just think of as your coolest and always think of them for anything resembling a special occasion... not that I have that many clothes to choose from in the first place. Packing didn't take long and afterward, while waiting for Robby and Dodger, I did an itinerary in my head. The Dickers boys for dinner, then Chubby will be here after his dinner with the window washer boys, Mom has to waitress for the early dinner crowd, she'd be done around eight o'clock when Jake picks her up and we'll all leave before eight-thirty. After we check in at the motel Jake and Mom are going out for a few drinks and late dinner... us boys are on our own for a few hours, curfew is one a.m. No guarantees, but there are some possibilities here. We'll see what shakes out, and even if I don't get to do Robby, it's always fun when the four of us boys get together. Last summer the four of us had a barbecue at the Dickers house every Wednesday after work. Mr and Mrs Dickers cooked, we swam in their pool and stuffed our faces with delicious food cooked on the grill. Those were some great times alright, especially later in the summer when Robby and me were sneaking away for quick sex together... oh my God, great memories! It hits me then that if Dodger wasn't coming with us on the trip, Robby and I would have had an hour here to ourselves until Chubby got home from his dinner. Well, everything was up in the air until today, I didn't really have a chance to think it all through. How could I have nixed Dodger coming with us anyway? What reason could I give? That's a rhetorical question because there simply isn't any logical reason to exclude Dodger, not the way things shaped-up. There would be room in the car even if Tris was driving the four of us up there, and now that Jake's driving Mom there's room in the Jeep for four. Oh hell, my whole life isn't just about getting laid, is it? Is that all I can think about? Jeez! I hear Dodger and Robby bounding up the front steps just as I began forming the hamburgers for our dinner. We're having cheeseburgers, french fries, and cole slaw. My cole slaw is made mostly with the green part of the cabbage, very little white cabbage. It's shredded through a grater, a little shredded radish is added as well as finely minced parsley... then I mix a couple of splashes of red wine vinegar with a teaspoon of sugar and whisked it together with three tablespoons or so of mayonnaise and combine it with the cabbage mixture... add sea salt and cracked pepper, then paprika on top for color. Cole slaw in most restaurants sucks, but this is how Mrs Dickers made it last summer for us boys and I stole the recipe, we love it crisp, sweet, and tangy. All of us ate two cheeseburgers, a pile of fries, and a side of the cole slaw. Two cokes each because the french fries are really salty. Burping and groaning we were stuffed as we headed outside to smoke a cigarette. Dodger took a drag, pointed up in the air saying, "Look at that!" and when I looked up he goosed me a good one making me yelp. That started it and soon all three of us were in a laughing, nut crunching frenzy just like we used to do in the pool last summer. These two brothers are a lot of fun if you're into boys like I am. All the great times I've had with the Dickers brothers would have been missed if I hadn't approached Robby last Spring with that bogus story about him writing for the school paper. I had a crush on him and in a rash move approached him about the paper figuring I'd get rejected out of hand, but the reverse was true... all the adventures that followed that one simple move, all the fun, all the sex... oh my God, ya just never know. Tonight we quickly wore ourselves out acting like twelve year olds so we went back inside to wait for Chubby. He showed up in a very good mood, he's been in better moods after work ever since he came home with the black and blue ass. I'm thinking maybe the dynamics between Ricky and Chubby has changed... you know, because someone had taken it too far with the spanking, or whatever they're into. This topic will be left on hold for a couple more days though, as previously stated... I don't want to ruin our trip. Chubby of course hadn't yet packed for the trip because he leaves everything until the last minute. He goes, "Keep me company while I throw some clothes in a satchel, ya little nitwit" as he puts a playful headlock on Dodger. Those two got along great right from the start, actually almost everybody likes Dodger... his extreme good looks in conjunction with that bad boy wise-ass attitude, as well as his dependability at being a good friend, always having your back, it's a cool and unique combination. Hell, Dodger and me hit it off from the first minute we met too. Me and Robby watched the other two leave, our eyes big, our mouths slightly open... one second after the front door slammed I was sucking on Robby' tongue. Last night we had sort of an awkward fuck in the pickup truck, awkward but uber hot... but that was twenty-four hours ago and now we're both horny gay teenage boys again. We were doing some grinding along with a methodical make-out, slow and sexy... boners quickly grow in our pants, I grunted out, "Downstairs, Robby. We gotta go downstairs so we'll have a warning when the guys burst in, were wicked exposed here". Robby goes, "Sure Dylan" and then we recklessly went right back to the make-out. I can't tell you how sexy it is to make out with another gay teen boy, we are so hungry for each other... it so mutual, it's like you want him so badly and you're totally open about it too because he obviously wants you just as badly as you want him. No competition, no gamesmanship, just all-out mutual lust for one another. Another minute of making out and Robby's like, "Make me cum Dylan, I need to cum again..." panting, I go, "We need to go downstair, Robby" he takes my hand and we run, literally run down the fucking stairs... we're going to kill ourselves in the name of sex for Christ sakes...'' In the powder room with the door open we're safer because we can hear them come in upstairs... it'll give us thirty seconds to get ourselves together. I unbutton Robby's pants saying, "Get the lube... ". I pull my own pants down past my balls, grab the lube and push some in Robby's ass and then some on the head of my boner. Doing everything too quickly the container of lubricant fumbled onto the floor, I push at the back of Robby's head and he leans over grabbing hold of the sink, then after lining my boner against his anus, a hard hump follows and my cock goes up his ass maybe five inches. Robby's immediately is up on his toes moaning, "Oooooooooh". It felt so good to me my eyes were blinking a mile a minute and I'm concentrating for all I'm worth not to shoot off right now, my cock is dripping and close to blasting off... sometimes, for some reason, it feels hotter than the usual heat... this was one of those times. I'm a statue because any stimulation on my cock and I'll pop-off, my lips in a whistle position sucking air in and pushing it out without whistling... waiting. Then, the urge to climate faded so I took hold of Robby's hip with both hands, he pushed his ass up toward me a bit more and I fucked him in a fury. Basically I jerked off in his ass. I mean, what the hell... time was really short and we both wanted to get off, so bombs-away. I'm watching us fuck in the mirror above the sink. Robby looks like a little kid, grinning with his eyes lightly closed making squeaking noises through tightly closed lips, those sounds changing to "Ooohhh" and "AAhhh" as we both got closer and closer to climax, less than three minutes into the fast paced sex he squealed a high pitched squeal and a string of his cum shot off to the side hard, up and over the sink, then a shorter string of cum right into the sink, and then he's making gargling noises in his throat, stroking that four inch boner of his trying for another squirt of cum... and squirt, squirt, squirt... three more plops of cum is his reward, Robby's hole closing-up tightly with each squirt. I was definitely seeing dots in front of my eyes as beads of perspiration rolled down on the outside of each of my eyes, me pounding away and grunting with the effort. It took me another fifteen second and then I squeezed my face shut, leaned over onto his back, my arms tightly around his chest, one last hard hump up his ass and, holding it there, I blew a real nice load of cum up his ass while making a sound between my teeth like air escaping a big balloon... the side of my face pressed against his back. It was a fast fuck but fabulous just the same, and just what we needed to enable us to act calm cool and collected for the next couple hours. Taking a chance I humped his hole for another minute, then pulled out and we began bumping into each other trying to get cleaned up. Quickly putting ourselves back together, sort of... my cock cleaned off and back in my pants feeling awesome, the lube retrieved and put away, Robby's cum shots cleaned-up, and a lot of cum cleaned off his ass. I said, "Sit on the toilet and let more cum drool out, then some tissues in your undies to absorb the rest like usual. I'll be out there watching TV just like all us straight boys always do... OK, dude?" Robby nodded and then we looked into each others eyes and did another thirty seconds of really sweet kissing... oh my God, all the love I feel for him, it's enormous... so wonderful to feel a special love for someone. No sooner did I get the Red Sox game turned-on, and laid back on the recliner, then the front door slammed open and Dodger flies down the steps screaming, "He's gonna kill me". Of course he's laughing too so I know he's messing with Chubby's head somehow. Chubby follows more slowly saying, "Where is that little turd? Get this Dylan... I get my stuff all piled-up, all my favorite cool clothes, the ones I want to bring and Dodger spills his fucking soda on the whole pile". Dodger's on the other side of the recliner hovering near me still chuckling, he says, "Did you ever hear of an accident, Chubby?" Chubby's calm, shaking his head, he tells me more about what happened, ignoring Dodger, "He sets the fucking coke can on top of the pile of clothes. Not on the desk or the floor or the chair, not on any of the fifty fucking flat surfaces in my bedroom... no, he sets it on the pile of clothes and then sits on the bed!... and then he's surprised the can falls over and spills." I look over at Chubby, who says in a make-believe conspiratorial manner, "I don't believe he understands the concept of an accident. An over-reaction to a perfectly understandable accident is what I'm seeing." Chubby says, "Children can be a huge pain in the ass..." then, "Dylan can I borrow that Polo golf shirt of yours, that one I like? I got another pair of jeans that are kinda clean I can bring, I was suppose to do the laundry yesterday but, you know... stuff comes up." I go, "Sure Chubby, anything you want, help yourself" He heads upstairs to my bedroom wiggling his index finger at Dodger, "Come on Dodger, you're gonna help me put that stuff in the washing machine" and Dodger says, "OK... I'll help, but I need another coke, mine spilled". Chubby goes, "Jesus, what balls..." but he's laughing too. Robby comes out of the half bathroom then to dramatically say, "Whoa, nothing like a good shit.." We all look at him with quizzical expressions, me thinking, "Great acting, Robby... not!" A little hectic, but for once we guessed right... Robby and I needed to hurry with that last fuck and we did hurry. It was risky, but we had a nice abbreviated fuck for ourselves so, we're good. Yeah, it worked out this time but the reality is that it's one strike and you're out, no pun intended... so we weren't too smart about it. It's not a game, if we get get caught once, we're outed for all time, which I'm not ready for yet so it was probably a stupid chance to take. When the two were gone Robby climbed up on the recliner with me and we acted maybe just a tad too lovey/dovey for the next few minutes... after all, we are in love. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Robby hops back down and I'm thinking "wow, this has been a great start to the trip". The four of us watched the baseball game groaning at the pathetic at-bat David Ortiz had and we're cursing that flat-footed Lugo at shortstop. During the third inning my Mom shouted down to us that they're ready to leave. The four of us boys piled upstairs, jostling each other, enjoying being together. It made me wonder why anyone would prefer hanging out with girls rather than boys...? That's a mystery to me. Then, seeing Jake was a little more traumatic than I thought it would be, although I think he's trying to act as unthreatening as he knows how to be. He just said a quick, "Hi, Dylan". My hert pounded and there was a sense of fear, but I nodded at him without making eye contact as Mom introduced the boys to Jake and Jake to them. She was in a really upbeat happy frame of mind, excited to be doing something different for a change, excited to be getting away from the job for a night. Mom works six days a week all year, with only two weeks off for vacation... she never complains and is always supportive of me. I'm simply not going to do anything else to bring her down. I tried smiling and acting up-beat like my Mom always is. Five minutes later us four boys were in the Jeep, me driving and Chubby riding shot gun... we're following Jake's new BMW. It's only about an hour and twenty minutes to Springfield, Massachusetts from Framingham so no big deal. We have two rooms reserved at Travelodge Motel at seventy dollars per night per room, including free breakfast. Two double beds in each room, we'll use both beds in our room, but I have a feeling Mom and Jake will only use one. Sunday morning is the campus visit for Springfield College and then the drive to North Adams, about an hour and a half drive, to have lunch and visit Massachusetts College Of Liberal Arts. The drive home from there will take about three hours... a lot of driving on Sunday. In addition to checking out the campus we're going to be talking with the individual who's responsible for housing. You know, the dormitory situation and information on off-campus living... this is a big concern and could sway our decision. Both Springfield and North Adams will probably be relatively inexpensive.. except, around a college or university there might be some gouging going on where apartment rents are concerned, we just don't know for sure. We've been on line looking for information about housing off campus but we read stuff that was a bit contradictory, and you really need to see these places in person anyway. The drive went without a hitch, we didn't get separated and we didn't get lost... Jake drives pretty much the way I do on highways which is about ten miles an hour over the speed limit. Traveling at that speed on the highway will rarely get you pulled over by the police. When we got to the motel us boys sat in the Jeep while Jake and Mom checked in. The only arguments the four of us had during the trip centered around the choice of music on the radio/CD player. Chubby was operating the radio/CD player and I was driving, and it's our freaking car to start with, so we kinda dictated the tunes which got a lot of back seat bitching from the Dickers brothers who pretended they want to hear some Country music, they were just breaking balls of course. Inside our room we jumped on the beds to test the mattress... it was decided Chubby and me in the bed by the window and the Dickers brothers in the other bed. Robby was looking at me nodding his head slightly like he and I should share a bed, but how the hell could we explain that? Sometimes Robby just doesn't care about an explanation, he wants him and me doing some sex together and screw the rest of it... well, I do too but let's get real! In a smart-ass manner Chubby says to Robby and Dodger, "You two homos are always doing that quick as a flash brotherly kiss thingie so you're a little suspect to begin with, but for God sake, don't embarrass yourself by letting Dylan or me catch you two doing something with your pee pees together, OK?" Robby smiles and looked down guiltily, he and I then exchanged smirks as Dodger goes, "Oh, we'll be doing plenty with our pee pees, just be sure neither of you two perves try sneaking in bed with us." The phone startled us when it rang, we all looked at each other, then Chubby picked it up and goes, "Hello...?" Then, "Oh, OK... sure" he hangs up and says, "It was your Mom, Dylan. Her and Jake are going to that tavern we passed a ways back. What'll we do now?" We all looked at each other again and say, "Duh?..." Then I'm looking through the split in the curtain watching Jake pull away. I say, "OK, they're gone. Let's take a spin around the campus, it's only three miles from here." We take the room key and get back in the car, this time Chubby's driving and Dodger's in the passenger seat. Robby and me in the back. He sneaks his hand over and we held hands for about three seconds until he pulls it back snickering... we are so stupid, trying to get caught maybe. Driving around the campus, Dodger says, "Jesus Christ, a lot of kids milling around here" and Chubby sarcastically replies, "Yeah, ain't that surprising! On a college campus too... you are such a retard!" Dodgers snickering, saying "You're the retard, I was being fucking facetious, of course they'd be a lot of kids on a college campus!" Chubby mumbles, "You don't even know what facetious mean you little runt..." that kind of ball busting went on all the time. Robby says, "Let's park and walk around." It was after ten o'clock by now and chilly this time of year. Glad I had my hoodie on. Out of the car me and Robby lit cigarettes and passed them back and forth with the other two. "This is sweet, nice campus... the intercity campuses are all cement for the most part, but out here ya got grass and trees and shrubs, real pretty, ain't it?" We're all looking at Dodger as he's saying that, then looking at each other like... what the...? Dodger never says things like ... real pretty. I say, "You're so full of it Dodger, or were you being facetious again?" He goes, "Facetious? What the fuck does that mean...?" After walking around for a half hour or so we were a little cold so decided to go back to the motel. Almost to the car we hear a ruckus and see a couple of guys and a girl laughing and drinking beer in front of one of the dorms, the heavy set kid yells over to us, "You guys looking for Danny Costello's room?" We exchanged glances and Chubby yells back, "Yeah, you Danny?" Heavy set does that beckoning move with his hand, so we wander over closer. When we're all exposed under the security light the girl slurs, "Holy shit, they're getting younger and younger every fucking year. You Freshman?" Heavy set says, "Don't be an idiot Grace, these guys must be visiting the campus, right?" I'm shaking my head and saying, "Yes, we're on a campus visit. My name's Dylan Newman, nice to meet ya" and I held my hand out, the guy standing next to the heavy set kid shook it instead of heavy set, the hand-shaker seemed a bit unsteady on his feet as he says, "Hi, I'm Billy Dyers from Delaware... you a party animal, if you are you'll love this school" the heavy set guy says, "I'm Mike Dunlevy, this is Grace Jermount". Everyone introduced themselves then, a few waves, a few handshakes... like that. Billy is kinda cute, but scruffy-looking-cute with shaggy hair and wispy five o'clock shadow... definitely cute though. He says, "Come on in and have a cup of draft beer from that fucking tap" and Mike says, "Or two... Danny's birthday today, we gave him the thoughtful gift of a quarter keg of beer to show him we love him, right Grace...?" She slurs, "That two timing fucker can go fuc...." then she lurches her head forward and a long stream of vomit pours our of her mouth. Dodger goes, "Oh sweet Jesus, that's gross...!" Mike and Billy touch fist... Mike looks at his watch and says, "Eleven-oh-five, what was the over and under for Grace to hurl?" Billy's like, "Eleven o'clock on the nose... the guys who took the over split the money." Grace does another long tube of vomit with Mike and Billy holding on to each other laughing. Then Billy unsteadily says, "Come on inside guys, watch where you're stepping... careful, we don't want to track that shit inside." Chubby says to me, "Gee, college life seems so glamorous... don't it?" Inside through a sliding glass door we find a section of dormitory completely turned over to Danny's birthday party. Four rooms, all with their door open, packed with scruffy looking college kids, boys and girls. There was more than beer being drunk and the unmistakable smell of pot swirled around in the air. Billy slipped his finger inside the waistband of my jeans and pulls me over to the second door, "Our keg's in here". Robby, Chubby, and Dodger are right behind us and following them is Mike... no idea where Grace is. Mike yells, "Grace blew at exactly eleven-oh-five, guys. Whoever has the over splits the pot... see Craig for your money." Some cheers, some boos... the place reeked of pot and spilled beer. I'm wondering, could these kids possibly live like this all the time? Billy goes, "Here Dylan" and hands me a plastic cup of beer, half foam. Loud music makes it difficult to hear, he leans close to my ear and says, "Fucking keg was tapped fucked-up or something... lots of head, ya know?" He's obviously drunk too so I let my head drift over a little and his scraggily hair tickles the side of my face, then he turns his head and his lips drag across my cheek... did I mention he's cute? I'm not at all sure he even knows it happened cause he puts his hand on my shoulder then, his head bobbing some, and says, "There's too much fucking head on the beer, ya know?" I look at him and grin, his eyes are so beautiful... if you take notice you'll find that some boys have the most beautiful eyes. Billy's are light blue with dark blue streaks. I say, "Billy, what's with all the foam on my beer?" He giggles and says, "You're jacking me off dude, I already told ya the fucking thing, that thing there..." I go, "The keg?" he's like, "That fucking keg is fucked with foam..." He's awful cute, but maybe a bit too drunk to be much fun. About my height, not as slender though, light brown hair to go with the blue eyes. He's got a fabulous mouth going for him too, great full lips. I squeeze the back of his neck and he mumbles, "Come here, out here... ya got a cigarette?" I see Robby and Chubby together drinking a beer... Chubby talking to three girls while silent Robby looks on. The girls are taking glances at Robby, he's so good looking I'm sure they can't believe their eyes. Dodger's telling something to two guys who are frowning... I can only imagine the bullshit coming from Dodger, he can hold his own with anybody. My homeboys are occupied so, what the hell, I followed the cute drunk outside and hand a cigarette to him. He fumbles with a Bic lighter, then lights the cigarette's filter but doesn't seem to realize it. I sip my ghastly beer looking at Billy, grinning but trying not to laugh as he sucks on the cigarette with the smoldering filter, then he absently picks tobacco off his perfect lips with me thinking, I'll do that for ya. Lighting my own cigarette first, then reaching over to take his out of his mouth, throw it on the ground and put a fresh one between his lips, then light it for him. Billy says, "I knew that one was fucked the minute I lit it, what are these things, generic brand or something...?" I go, "Marlboro lights... Hey, what year ya in?" He takes a big drag and says, "Did ya see Grace puke..? She's a slut too, I hear... I don't know who tapped that fucking foam" I say, "You mean, keg...?" and he gets into a coughing fit for a bit, then says, "Freshman, what year you in?" I really shouldn't take advantage of a drunk but he did have his finger against my skin when he put it in my waistband, well... not on my skin actually, but close. Anyway, I felt brazen so I reached over and finger combed his hair out of his eyes and said, "I'm not in college yet, remember? I'm on a campus visit." He finger combs the same hair I just moved and says, "That felt nice... your fingers I mean... on my forehead is what I mean, your fingers..." and he takes my hand in his and rubs my fingers on his forehead while trying to stare into my eyes. I grinned at him again trying to think who he looks like... a larger, scruffier, version of Elliot maybe... if Elliot had long hair. "Oh, OK..." he says, and then cups behind my neck with his other hand to pull my head to his and kisses me, a sloppy wet beery kiss with his fantastic lips right on my lips. I kissed back, he got real red in the face then, pushed my head away saying, "Hey, I'm not gay, dude... don't do that!" Pouting now he drags on his cigarette as I smile at him, but he won't look at me. Something tells me he's another boy in denial of his true sexuality, something else tells me he's so drunk he won't recall this episode tomorrow or it'll be too vague to be believed. Two minutes without speaking, my cigarette done I drop it and step on it saying, "Come on Billy, let's go inside.." Now he's acting hostile, "You go inside, dude... I'll come in when I fucking feel like it". I go, "Sure, Billy... thanks for the beer". He snuck a peek at me then, and with a little grin said, "Awww, yeah... no problem Dylan, you rock." I went inside, surprised he was able to come up with my name. The girls Chubby was talking with had been joined by two guys and when I wandered over one of the guys, he was tall, maybe six feet eight inches tall, something like that, he's listing things we should do tomorrow on our campus visit, things we were going to do anyway. He said we were smart wandering around campus on a Saturday night... check out the night life. The tall guy was just a tiny bit too pompous for me so I checked out the room, noticed Dodger was missing and went searching for him. The next open dorm room was where I spotted Dodger in deep conversation with guess who, Billy Dyers of course. Neither of them saw me, Billy was mesmerized by Dodger. Dodger not only has his brother's good looks but he can be ingratiating and charming as hell when he wants to be. He obviously recognizes the same cuteness in Billy that I saw and Dodger's at least as gay as I am, probably more. He's got his hand holding onto Billy's arm as he's talking a blue streak, Billy's staring at Dodger like he can't believe his eyes, and maybe he can't believe his ears either although he's probably too drunk to know what Dodger's talking about. Someone says, "Hi I'm Danny Costello, you're one of the campus visitors, right?" I turn and go, "Yeah, hi... happy birthday." He says, "It's not my birthday but I don't have the heart to tell Billy or Mike". I say, "In Billy's condition he wouldn't believe you anyway." Danny wasn't cute, he was kind of old looking to be in college too... if he had said he was a professor I'd have believed him. A nice enough guy though, he told me a little about the college. From his viewpoint the biggest negative was the lack of participation in big time college sports. He's a sports fan and now wishes he'd gone to a one-A college and blah, blah, blah... I didn't learn too much except he informed me that apartments in the area were scarce and expensive. That's not good... shortly I kinda got bored with Danny who not only wasn't very interesting but, as I already mentioned, he wasn't cute either. Chubby saved me when he came over to ask for a cigarette, I said... "Yeah Chub, I'll join ya outside. Nice to meet ya, Danny". On the way outside Robby joined us and so we waved at Dodger that we were leaving. He came out a few minutes later and the four of us tried to find where we'd parked the car. Dodger says, "That Billy kid is whacked, smashed, hammered. He said he'd been doing joints earlier, in addition to about sixteen beers". Robby goes, "How bout that gross-out hurling, that Grace chick is trashed... yuck!" We're comparing notes and Robby says, "Ya ever notice if you get to a beer party too late there's no way to catch up. The drunks seem stupid and it's a total bore..." I agreed with him. We found the car and were able to find our way back to the motel too. Robby and I in the back seat again, he had two cups of beer which had something to do with him secretly holding my hand all the way back to the motel... we're getting more reckless every fucking day. We were ahead of curfew, but there wasn't anything to do really so Robby and Dodger did their bathroom routines after which, Chubby and I took showers, separately, and we all went to bed. With the lights off and the curtains closed it was pitch black in the room which was probably a good thing because Chubby and I were into our usual manner of sleeping together, wrapping our arms around each other. It's the way we've slept together since we were toddlers, we've never changed it and by now we don't even mention it or think twice about it. Chubby was holding onto me tighter than I was to him and I liked that quite a bit, but wondered about it too. The side of my face was against his forehead, his velvet buzzed hair lining the smooth tannish skin of his forehead was so nice against my cheek. I could tell Chubby was exhausted from working all day washing windows, he fell asleep quickly. As soon as his breathing was regular, I kissed the side of his face and moved my head so my nose was next to his face and went to sleep with that wonderful Chubby smell in my head and a boner in my underwear. Next morning we're up at seven, Dodger and Robby take their showers while Chubby and I putter around the room watching boring TV and getting dressed. Mom called our room checking that we're up, we'll meet them in the motel's restaurant for our free breakfast in ten minutes. Almost on time, we all met for breakfast, my Mom was beaming so I guess she's enjoying herself all the way around with Jake, but I personally don't want to even think about what that entails. Jake was still being extremely low key with me. He used to be all smart-ass comments and hip references, now it's a simple "Good morning, Dylan" no touching, no nothing. Good, he's keeping his word. I did catch Jake staring at the Dicker brothers who sat side by side, it's hard not to stare but knowing Jake's sexual proclivities it disturbed me. I had my own cold stare going at Jake and when he glanced over and saw it he immediately looked away from me and didn't look back at the other boys either. Kept his eyes to himself. I wondered if this is anything like the way Ricky's acting around Chubby now, wouldn't that be the ultimate irony. The breakfast was worth just about what we paid for it, but the juice was OK and at least we had something in our stomachs. Mom explained that Jake already has been in touch with the admissions office and we have reservations for a guided tour at nine o'clock so we had to hurry. Chubby driving, we followed Jake to the campus... we already knew the way of course, but we didn't know the way to the main building where the people we wanted to see would be. They were there on Sundays one week per month. Ours was to be the first tour today, all tours are conducted by a student. Parking the cars we went up to the main entrance only to find it was still locked, ten minutes to go so we wandered around admiring the pretty surroundings... I tried to match this view of the college with the one we'd run into last night. Dying for a smoke but since neither Chubby nor I smoke in front of our Moms I purposely got separated from the rest, then lit a cigarette on the other side of the building. Dodger's with me goofing around knocking on side doors saying, "Candy gram..." The third door he knocks on opens. Out comes a man in a dark-green shirt, pale jeans, and a large gray knit cap... he was squinting at Dodger and me like maybe he didn't get out in sunlight too often. The shirt was baggy and untucked, tails flapping in the breeze. The jeans puddled over dirty white sneakers. The cap pulled down over the tops of his ears. He walked toward us in an uneven gait as we backed away. His shoulders were uneven too, a foot turned outward every other step, almost on the verge of a stumble. When he'd gone six or seven steps and was no closer to us, he stopped to figure it out. Long, gaunt face, hollow cheeks, deep-set brown eyes, a three days stubble of mostly black, some gray, covered a lot of his face. His mouth was skewed to the left, as if set in perpetual regret. I'd guess he was about forty years old, but looked older. His voice was surprisingly high pitched when he asked, "Why you knocking on that door, you a wise guy or something? Something about candy...? You want me to take you in there and put you to work, there's work going on in there." Then he hacked up some phlegm and spit it in our direction, Dodger goes, "Ewww! Icky!". He and I exchanged glances. That was gross and we had no clue what this scary weirdo was all about. I let a lot of exhaled smoke drift past the guy as Robby came around the corner, saw the scene and says, "Come away from there Dylan". The troll says, "You stay right where you are shit-bird... till I fucking excuse you." There was definitely something off about this guy, then Jake was there. In a firm, but not particularly threatening manner he said to the man, "You're on very shaky grounds, dufus... I'm only going to tell you this one time... go about your business before I get pissed-off and make a federal fucking case out of this and maybe break a leg or two while I'm at it." Without a word, the man turned around and slinked back the way he came, slamming the door behind him. Jake quietly says, "Come on, guys... the main entrance is open now." We followed him with me whispering to Dodger, "Do not fucking knock on any more doors." He goes, "Who do ya think that was, the president of the college, ya think...?" I had to just shake my head, where Dodger goes, trouble is sure to follow. The college student who conducted our tour announced that we should follow her, there were the six of us in our group, plus ten others in three other groups. The tour guide took us first to the admissions office where we heard a canned speech from a rather officious middle aged man wearing, among other things, a bow tie. I can't recall ever seeing a bow tie on a real live man before. He also was wearing a black sports coat with lots of dandruff on the shoulders. This college isn't doing it for me just yet. The college has a beautiful campus, but everything else that we've been exposed to so far sucks the big one. After Mr Dandruff had concluded his speech the student tour director, an over weight girl in her junior year, took us on a one hour trip around the campus, in and out of buildings, classrooms, and dormitories. Going through the dorms, Robby mumbled to me, "Watch you don't step in vomit". Our tour director had this phony enthusiasm about her, always talking in a loud voice and asking questions of us kids. There were us four boys and one or two parents with each of the three college bound girls. Me, Robby, and the girls tried to answer the tour guide's dumb and intrusive questions, but Chubby refused... he'd stare at her a second and say something like, "I don't have a clue what you're talking about" or "Why you asking me, you're the guide, aren't ya?" stuff like that. Chubby had Dodger giggling constantly during the tour which annoyed the parent of at least one of the other potential students. Finally the last thing we endured was another canned speech by a counselor in the career center. A very old woman who was a low-talker, she spoke so low I gave up trying to hear what she was saying. After that torturous experience we were offered drinks and snacks, provided lots of printed material including a lot about housing, and invited to wander around on our own if we'd care to. We declined the snacks, but took lots of the paper work and wandered around a little. Jake and my Mom talked quietly while Robby, me, and Chubby were giving the thumbs down sign, nothing about this place was positive. Too bad because it had looked so great on their web site, this is a big disappointment. The college has a great reputation as a party school, but we didn't get good vibes last night and today was a complete turn-off. We drove off campus on our way to North Adams and the Massachusetts College Of Liberal Arts... us college bound kids were feeling kinda somber. If this next college sucked, then both our first choices will have bombed-out. We started talking openly about Merrimack College in North Andover... the one Jay and Elliot have already committed to. Chubby and I looked at it on line, but didn't think the campus was big enough, although it looked nice so maybe we'll look again. It was almost an hour and a half before we saw the sign ENTERING NORTH ADAMS and five minutes later Jake pulled into a Wendys for lunch. We sat at a table and ate lunch while critiquing Springfield College, Jake bought all the lunches, then ate quietly, not giving his opinion except when he was asked for it. We were openly killing Springfield college, so that was that... scratch that option. My Mom thought perhaps we just hit a bad group of counselors this Sunday and, of course, it was unfortunate that the scary man had to be in the picture too. Whatever, we aren't going to that school and our lunch table had sort of a downer atmosphere about it. Gloomily I said, "Aren't ya glad you came on the trip, Dodger?" He put on a big fake smile and said in a ridiculously excited manner, "It's been ever so much fun thus far" which made us all laugh because Dodger does not say things like ever so much fun, plus that fake huge smile was too much... he's a riot, everbody was laughing. It brighten things a bit, we finished eating and drove onto the college campus and parked in front of the admissions building. Same routine... the student tour of the campus, career center, admissions office, financial aid forms, drinks and snacks... the whole nine yards. The people conducting the tour and those disseminating information seemed more professional and friendlier than the duds at Springfield College, but nothing blew our socks off... completing everything they offered on the tour and gathering more printed materials took over two hours and then us four boys went off snooping around on our own while Jake and my Mom drove back to a trendy cocktail lounge we'd past on the way in. We'll meet them there in an hour or so for the drive back to Framingham, following Jake again. As we walked around the campus all of us were smoking and discussing what we thought of this college, Robby was willing to give this place a try, "We can always transfer after a semester or two if it's not working for us". I was unsure if I liked the place or not and Chubby had the best evaluation of our situation, "Hey guys, we don't love it, do we?... we don't even like it a lot, we're maybe-this or maybe-that when we should be excited about it. Let's drive up to North Andover next Sunday and look at Merrimack in person, it'll take an hour or so to drive there, that's all." Robby was like, "OK, but I wanted to go to college further away from home than an hour". We were grumpy again so we abandoned our campus wanderings and walked back to the car. A mere twenty minutes after my Mom and Jake got there I walked inside and said for them to take their time, but we were ready to go whenever they were. Jake had a draft beer and my Mom a glass of white wine. My Mom asked Jake, "What do you think, Jake?" he goes, "We'll finish up and hit the road, ten minutes alright?" He'd directed the question at me, I said, "Sure... we'll be in the Jeep". It was almost five o'clock by now and we had a three hour drive ahead of us. They were out of the bar in less than ten minutes. My Mom came over to our car and told us Jake's buying us diner as soon as we get back, we're eating at the Bar and Grille Mom works at. It'll be about eight o'clock, but hell... we love eating out. I said, "Cool, we'll follow you guys". She gave the nicest smile... I could tell she had a good time. The opposite of how us college bound boys felt... Dodger of course could have a good time in prison so it's only us college kids who are disappointed. Riding alone silently I was thinking about the trip and realized that this simple overnight get-away had made my Mom so happy... that realization got me feeling sad and I don't know exactly why that is. As I drove, Robby used his cell phone to call his parents and make sure everything was OK... they were just starting back from their vist. Dodger said, "Thank God I got out of that trip... Jesus, our aunt and uncle are Ok but cousin Alan is such a dick, huh, Robby?" Robby goes, "A real asshole.." and for the next two hours we listed and ripped into every asshole or dork we ever knew. Good thing we're so perfect! That didn't change the fact that Robby, Chubby, and I had this college thing screwed-up... we'd narrowed it down to only these two choices, how stupid were we to think it would be that easy. Time's running out, we've all been accepted to a few more colleges though... we'd applied to seven and were accepted by six, Merrimack being one of them. I don't even want to predict where we'll wind-up, but as long as we're together it'll be OK. to be continued Chapter 7 (Chubby's Confession) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com