Date: Tue, 8 Sep 2009 05:32:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR    Chapter 8 (Chubby's Other Confession)   By Donny Mumford

		DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR     By Donny   Mumford

		 Chapter 8    (Chubby's Other  Confession)


Tonight has been awesome, so far.  From my point of view Robby and I had
the best sexy time ever, he finally showed-off a little bit of his
confident side, he showed some aggressive, take-charge behavior during our
sex. Not nearly as confident or take charge as he is on the baseball
diamond, but certainly more than he's ever demonstrated in our sexual
escapades before this... it sure was hot for me.  Of course it's not in the
same ballpark as Willie's take-charge confident behavior, but definitely a
step up from Robby's submissive approach when he, me, and sex have gotten
together in the past.  Robby's attitude toward me has been more one of
almost hero worship than anything else, it's been that way since he came
out last summer and I've never fully understood it. He seems to have two or
three personalities depending on who he's with.  With me he acts like he's
grateful to be my boyfriend... I've always felt our relationship was
totally mutual, that both of us should feel equally fortunate.  Over the
months I've come to accept that he simply prefers being submissive to me,
sort of like I am to Willie I guess you could say. Robby's made it obvious
he likes being fucked much more than doing the fucking. I too prefer being
fucked, but my preference is something like sixty-five percent to
thirty-five percent where Robby's is ninety-five to five... something like
that. Maybe he'll change his mind about all this in the future and maybe
tonight in the pickup truck was the first step toward that. Yes, it was my
boner up Robby's ass tonight but it seemed more like he was fucking me than
me fucking him. That's because of the dominant position he chose for our
fuck, and he definitely was the guy deciding how and when we fucked. He sat
on my thighs facing me which made it seem kinda like his body was hovering
over me... you know, a dominant posture. Also it was Robby who maneuvered
my boner into his hole, and Robby who rode my cock as he saw fit, Robby who
ordered me to hold my climax back, and then Robby who shot his load all
over my clothes which could loosely be interpreted as dominant behavior. I
get a shiver running through me just thinking about that fuck to tell ya
the truth... for me, it was the best Robby and I ever had. And of course
we're in love, so it's hard to beat that combination... love and hot sex.
The sex I have with Robby and the sex I have with Willie, both are quite a
few levels higher and hotter than sex I've had with anyone else... that's
because of the love factor.

Then, the movie was good too and I enjoyed Robby's leg against mine all
through the show... a good night all around.  We're in Wendy's now with
about a dozen other teens making too much noise and acting the fool, as
usual... foolish behavior can be contagious.  Myself, I'm a little more
reserve tonight because it's Chubby's sleep over night and I gonna confront
him about that black and blue ass of his from awhile back... it's really a
lot more than that though, it's his whole relationship with Ricky and the
window washer boys.  Something ain't right there. I started getting
concerned way last summer when we were on vacation in Wildwood. Ricky and
his father insisted Chubby return for work activities right in the middle
of our vacation. What the fucks up with that?  And even more disturbing,
when Chubby got back from that weekend he was walking like he had a pole up
his ass.  He said he fell but from my perspective he was walking pretty
much the way I walked after Carl Denton fucked me two or three times one of
those afternoons in my early days as a gay boy.  With Carl it was mostly
voluntary on my part, I fell hard for Carl's sex and, what the hell... I'll
always be grateful that he showed me my true sexuality. Don't get me wrong
here, I know he took advantage of me just like the Marine did, but they
both helped me too, even if it was inadvertent help. That isn't the case
with Chubby though, he's not being helped.  I know that even though I can't
explain how I know it.  It's like I somehow know that now is the right time
to broach this touchy subject with Chubby.  Some kind of instinctive notion
is all I got to go on, maybe it's an unconscious thing in my brain,
something thats developed over all these years, or maybe it's like a
telepathic thing between Chubby and me... whatever, somehow I know the time
is right. Also, there have been a number of bits and pieces, hints from
Chubby that I've taken notice of over the past month or so... like, for
instance, that hug he gave me with watery looking eyes after dinner earlier
tonight... that's quite an unusual thing for him to initiate.

And, it's more than just the black and blue ass or him walking like he has
a pole up his ass... it's also about the submissive way Chubby acts around
Ricky, and who's feet has Chubbys been playing with the past few months,
and why hasn't Chubby been getting rides home with Ricky recently, and when
he was getting rides home what were they doing in the SUV during the three
or four minutes parked outside the condo?  Lots of questions, and how does
it all tie together, and why does Chubby allow any of it to be happening in
the first place?  I mean, I know why we needed the money last summer... it
was for our drivers license, automobile insurance, and our Jeep. And I know
that we still need to work because cars are expensive to operate, but we
don't need as much money as we used to need. What I'm saying is... Chubby
doesn't need to stay with the window washers job, he can get an easier job
that pays less... or, if there's a reason he can't do that, I need to find
out what it is.  I can't imagine what the explanation for all this could
be... surely it isn't as simple as Chubby being content with his situation,
that he likes getting spanked, and likes walking as if he has a pole up his
ass, and likes being submissive around Ricky. Of course, one might say that
I like being submissive around Willie, why not Chubby being submissive
around Ricky. Well the explanation is simply... Chubby isn't like that,
it's not his way at all. I know him too well to accept that as a
possibility, he's not naturally submissive about anything... and
furthermore he wouldn't accept a lot of the other stuff Ricky makes the
boys do either... not if he had a choice, so why doesn't he have a choice?
That's what I'm going to find out tonight...

"Earth to Dylan, come in please...." That was Jay, I go "Huh, oh... what's
that?" All five guys at the table are looking at me. Chubby says, "He
spaces-out... what were ya thinking about just then, bro?"  I say, "Oh,
ahhh... I was just wondering what we're going to do about college." Chubby
makes a face and says, "How do I know you're bullshitting me, that's not
what you were thinking about. Was it...?" Then we got into a little "Yeah,
it was" and "No, it wasn't..." until Robby butts-in to say, "Well, where
are we gonna go to college?" and we talked about that for awhile and
decided we need to visit Merimack College in person...  we're driving up
Sunday afternoon, it's only an hour away by car.  A little later, when
we're throwing our trash away getting ready to leave, I wondered how the
hell Chubby knew I wasn't thinking about what I said I was thinking about.
Maybe he knew it in the same mysterious way I know it's the right time to
have our heart to heart talk about him and Ricky.  I'm nervous about this
quickly approaching confrontation to be honest... what might I discover
about Chubby.

Of course I'm worried about the troubles Chubby may have, but I'm also
pretty confident I know a solution for almost anything he's caught-up in,
and Jake Rollins is that solution. Jake apparently has contacts with
individuals working outside the law.  Maybe the mob or Mafia, or whoever
replaced those types nowadays.  My first wish is that it isn't even
necessary to go to Jake, that Chubby and I can handle whatever it is
ourselves, but somehow I don't think that's going to be the case because if
it were the case, we'd already have handled it. Chubby was in a good mood
driving home although he was doing some bitching about his job, he was
grousing about tomorrow being Saturday, a long day for the window washer
boys. They wash windows all day, then have the weekly meeting with Ricky
and his father when each boys' performance is evaluated, then the bonding
team dinner together, and lastly the joint team activity like haircuts,
bowling, movies, concerts, all kinds of things like that. Chubby says Ricky
and Mr Ortiz refers to the work crews as teams, like a sports team. Hmmm,
all this talk about his job... I had to bite my tongue to keep from
starting the confrontation right now. I can hardly believe what a good
opening it is, but I'm determined to stick with my plan. The plan is to get
both of us in bed, then begin my interrogation... the light will be off so
there'll be no eye contact which will make it easier for Chubby to describe
his situation.  And, in bed there isn't anyplace he can go really... he's
stuck there with me.  His Mom has "company" for the night so he can't go
there.

When we got to my condo we went right for my bedroom to undress, pee,
wash-up, and do our teeth brushing routines, then lights out and into bed
we go. We've always slept hugging each other... it started when we were
toddlers back then we were each others binky.  You know, some toddlers have
a raggedy ass teddy bear or an old blanket they'd drag around everywhere
with them, we call that a binky. Chubby and I had each other...  we were
each other's raggedy ass teddy bear and we weren't happy campers if we
weren't together twenty-four/seven either.  It's carried over forever and
we don't even think about it now. So, we wrap our arms around each other,
Chubby mumbles "Goodnight, Dylan... good time tonight, huh?" and I take a
deep breath, then begin, "Yeah Chubby, it was fun tonight and um, oh
fuck... I hate to do this dude, but I've got something to discuss with you
that's wicked important. First let me say it will always be you and me,
bro.  I don't even want to think of a world without you in it, but I'm
worried about you so I've gotta butt into your life and probably totally
piss you off. You need to explain something to me, not because I want to
stick my nose in your affairs, but because I have a feeling somethings very
wrong and I care about you too much to ignore my feelings of unease. Tell
me the whole truth here... what exactly is your relationship and situation
with Ricky and the window washer boys?"

Chubby actually gasped, his body got as stiff as a steel wire, but he
didn't say a word.  I was speaking very calmly, but firmly too.  He
wouldn't speak, so I encouraged him a little more "You know, because we're
who we are, because we're closer than any two boys on the planet, I have a
right to insist you tell me everything... afterward you and I will know
what needs to be done to correct whatever needs correcting.  Start from the
beginning ... right now, Chubby! I need to have some peace of mind about
this."  Still not a sound from Chubby, his forehead against mine was very
warm and damp, his breathing was off too. I put my hand between us and felt
his heart, it was beating a mile a minute. Real gently I said, "I love you
Chub, tell me... you and me, bro... we'll take care of it.  It'll be
alright." Chubby did a long exasperated exhale and in a quiet, resigned
voice said, "I know you'll never stop nagging about this, but how did you
know to bring this up now?  I was getting ready to tell you all about it
myself, not tonight, but soon. You're right, something needs to be done
although I don't have a fucking clue what that something might be." He
continued talking and just like I'd hoped he talked into the darkness
telling me things that would be hard to say face to face but that needed
very badly to be said.  When he was done talking I knew everything, and I
knew I needed to call in the favor Jake promised me, the promised favor
that I somehow just know he will keep! Chubby's story began with details I
already knew...  Ricky Ortiz had kind of a thing for Chubby, not a crush
exactly, it's some kind of obsession about Chubby.  In order to forge a
relationship of sorts Ricky got his father to hire Chub for the window
washing job ahead of other kids on the company's waiting list.  The job
pays good, double what I make per hour at Super Stop & Shop and was
therefore a very sought after position for school boys. I spotted Ricky as
potential trouble the first time I met him, but Chubby was flattered by the
special treatment he got and overlooked the fact that Ricky is a
power-hungry asshole. I knew about that stuff already, the rest of Chubby's
recitation was mostly new news to me... Chubby and Ricky are currently
among eight window washer boys still in high school, the other four or five
that combine to make-up the three window washer crews are fairly recent
high school drop-outs, so all the window washer boys are about eighteen or
nineteen years old.

It started to go wrong for Chubby when Ricky and his father instituted the
mandatory Saturday night, so-called, team bonding parties.  After work on
Saturdays everyone was required to congregate at Ricky's house where he and
his father evaluate each boy's weekly performance.  Spankings started off
in mostly a joking way...  the boys got demerits during the week that could
be dismissed by a smack on their ass, one smack for each demerit.  It was
done at first with the boys being fully clothed.  There was a whole process
indoctrinating the boys so they'd fall in line with things... one thing led
to another and eventually, the spankings began.  This indoctrination
process started with the demerits system, then the need for all team
members to have buzz-cut hair, then they all needed to wear identical
earrings, then the playful smacks on the ass during evaluations each
Saturday.  These practices were instituted over a four or five week period,
step by step and you know, each boy thought if everyone else was going
along with it, then it must be OK... a little weird, but OK... and the
money was great.  Once spanking-for-demerits was an accepted part of the
job, the next step was that it had to be done on bare asses. Because the
spankings were done privately, Chubby and the other boys went along with
this new requirement thinking it was just one more small item... showing a
little bare buttocks, big deal.  Spankings were also a super incentive to
work hard so as not to give Ricky a reason to hand out a demerit.  That
gave a lot of power to Ricky and led to the boys becoming more and more
submissive to him. Ricky patrolled the three sites handing out demerits at
his discretion so you can imagine the ass kissing that went on, the sucking
up to Ricky.

The next week it became necessary to pull your pants down to your knees for
your spaking, then the following week take your pants off entirely, and
inevitably get completely naked for your weekly evaluation and spanking.
Taking off his pants reveled Chubby's shaved crotch which Mr Ortiz took a
liking to and all the boys had to shave their pubes... it became part of
their bonding during the Saturday night parties. Chubby had recited all
this in a flat manner like he'd give a book report or something, which is
fine, but I interrupt at that point. Getting naked seemed too much to
believe so I broke in to ask Chubby why the fuck he put-up with that.  He
said, "Oh yeah, there's one other item I should have mentioned earlier.
They took pictures starting with the bare ass spankings.  We didn't know
about it".  I'm thinking, Jesus...  what kind of sick fucks are these two
anyway? Chubby continued in his monotone way to explain how it was implied
that the pictures would be put on the Internet for those boys who made
trouble.  You could quit the job of course, just don't blab about the
team's practices. A picture of a teenage boy getting a bare ass spanking
wouldn't be good for his image of course, but none of the boys wanted to
quit the job anyway so the pictures were rationalized away. Chubby should
have gotten out then, but that was the beginning of the summer and we
didn't have nearly the money we needed. When he was explaining this I shook
my head in the dark worried about the escalating possibilities... worried
about what Chubby would tell me next.

Chubby said it was odd how each little additional weird piece that was
added to the Saturday night parties got grudgingly accepted by the
group... it was like, since we've already agreed to this much, what's the
difference if it gets a little weirder.  He mumbled, "You can get used to a
lot of things, Dylan... the more you let yourself get involved, the more
you tend seeing it differently than if you were looking at it from the
outside... things can be rationalized away."  Oh man, I'm thinking, Chubby
is already the world's foremost rationalizer, so I can see this happening
to him... especially because he was so intent back then on getting us the
money we needed.  Chubby described how My Ortiz made it all seem like a
secret society thing...  plus there were a lot of perks too, dinners and
the movies and so forth. The Ortizes did some rationalizing of their own by
equating the Saturday night parties with activities done as initiations for
college fraternities or sports teams and the like.  Also there were
potential long-term rewards...  talk of expanding the business and giving
these boys supervisory roles and much more money and blab, blab, blab.  If
you want to believe something, it's amazing what bullshit you can make
yourself believe.

The spankings began taking too long to complete so Ricky and his father
split the group up and of course Chubby was in Ricky's group... that's when
things really began getting out of hand. Ricky was passing out a lot of
demerits, he was drunk with power, and the spankings got serious... he
obviously has some kind of an ass fetish too.  He came up with an option as
an alternative to the full spanking... dildo play.  Five minutes of dildo
fucking would cut your spanking in half.  He screwed a dildo up Chubby's
hole every Saturday night, and that eventually morphed into Ricky finger
fucking Dylan, and that led rather quickly into full blown anal
intercourse. Chubby was mumbling by now, he certainly didn't get into exact
details, just the general overview.  He said that after awhile he became
numb to it all, he became more or less under Ricky's spell, almost like he
was brainwashed... he couldn't explain it, he just did what Ricky told him
to do. Chubby never talked about the anal screwing with the other boys and
none of them talked to him about it either so he doesn't know how
widespread it was. The times Ricky would drive Chubby home he had to submit
to a quick finger fuck in the car before he got out, much later a kiss was
added, Ricky called it a kiss of respect from Chubby to Ricky, a one way
kiss.  The finger fucking and kiss were intended to remind Chubby who was
the master... and who wasn't.

The big bad spanking that caused most of the black and blue bruising was
the breaking point for Chubby, it woke him up... snapped him out of it and
he was at last able to see the reality of his situation.  However,
overcoming his brainwashing didn't eliminate all those fucking humiliating
pictures, recent pictures of Chubby bent over naked with a dildo up his
ass. Ricky had been drunk, actually drunk on booze, when he lost control
and wailed Chubby's ass with a ping pong paddle. Everyone had been a little
drunk that day, celebrating some milestone for the company. Waking up with
a sore ass and a hangover the next morning all of a sudden everything
seemed insane to Chubby... the entire window washing thing seemed
ludicrous, he couldn't believe he was part of it.  In school that Monday,
out in the parking lot, he told Ricky he quit, that Ricky and his father
were sickos. They had a screaming match outside and Ricky threatened to
post certain pictures...  To make a long story short, Chubby eventually
caved-in to that threat. He had to apologize to Ricky and, of course,
continued on as a window washer boy. "Ricky began doing it to me more often
than just Saturday nights then" is how Chubby put it.  Chubby constantly
tried thinking of a way to get out, but his fear got in the way... his fear
that those pictures will pop-up on Facebook, MySpace, or even the High
School site that kids post things on. He can't handle the thought of
everyone seeing him spanked with a dildo up his ass, and I don't blame him
at all.  There aren't any pictures of Ricky fucking Chubby because
obviously Ricky doesn't want to be in the pictures. So, Chubby's out from
under Ricky's spell but he's still a trapped window washer boy getting
humiliated and fucked by Ricky, he can't get out. Both Ricky and Mr Ortiz
constantly remind the boys that everything the boys do has been of their
own free will... no one forced them to do anything.  That's basically true,
but there was a lot of unspoken threats of getting fired and eventually the
inferred threat of the pictures being made public.

The Ortizes claim they only mention posting pictures to protect themselves
against some boy telling lies about them.  All double talk and bullshit,
but it's worked so far.  Most of the boys still aren't complaining about
their treatment anyway, so they almost surely aren't being fucked like
Chubby is and they probably feel the Saturday night spankings are weird,
but so what... there are many other positive aspects of the job and the
money is great. Ricky obviously feels he's got Chubby where he wants him so
now he expects Chubby and him to be friends again.  To that end he's
admitted to Chubby he was wrong about the bad spanking and to make-up for
that he's allowed Chubby what he calls a one month furlough from
un-work-related activities meaning spanking, fingering, dildo-ing or
fucking him. Thus Chubby's much improved mood of late. There's two weeks
left in the furlough and then it's back to all the things that Chubby's
revised outlook can no longer tolerate... so he's been working up the steam
to tell me about his problem. We're used to going to each other when we
need help and even though Chubby has no idea what we can do about this, he
wanted to confide in me anyway... habits are hard to break. I must have
somehow picked-up on those vibes from him and speeded the process along by
bringing it all up tonight. Chubby reluctantly confessed another unhappy
inter-action with Ricky.  When Chub was in, what he termed his zombie
period, still under Ricky's spell, he confided how he liked to massage boys
feet. Ricky took advantage of this information and insisted Chubby do all
his foot fetish stuff on Ricky's big feet. Ricky doesn't have a foot
fetish, he has a Chubby fetish, and likes having Chubby do subservient and
humiliating things for him. Chubby didn't say this, but it figures that
since there hasn't been any foot action with Ricky during this so-called
furlough, I got the foot treatment earlier tonight instead... a fetish can
be fun, but sometimes it has a strong pull to be accommodated as well.

Once Chubby got started talking about all this disturbing stuff, he didn't
seem to want to stop... letting it all out was a catharsis for him I
suppose. Near the end though, in a hesitant way he quietly said, "I'm
wicked disgusted with myself because the truth is, some of the things Ricky
did to me felt good... I even spunked sometimes just like I did tonight
with your foot massage. I don't mind spunking for your feet, but I hated
myself for spunking with Ricky's. I asked, "You only spunked doing Ricky's
feet?  How about when he did your butt?"  he goes, "Oh God... what's wrong
with me? yeah, then too... when he was, you know... doing it up my ass.
Ricky called me queer every time I spunked.  He shot his load up my ass
maybe fifty times but he says he's not queer, just me.  According to him,
fucking my ass don't make him queer, he's doing what comes natural for a
male... cumming when fucking. I feel like throwing up... how could I be so
weak, such a pussy?  Please don't hate me, Dylan... it's horrible what I
did, but I know you won't hate me... will you?"  He squeezed my hand and
added, "Ya know, I've been promising myself for months that I wouldn't
burden you with this revolting situation, but as you can see I caved in on
my own promise...  I'm desperate, Dylan... and I'm scared that my Mom will
see one of those pictures.  You and me have always been able to handle our
problems, but I can't for the life of me think what we can do about this
shit storm I got myself into."

Oh my God, it had to be so fucking hard for Chubby to get all that out.
Hugging him I say, "Chubby, I love you more than Swedish Fish,
dude... never doubt that. As for what to do with Ricky and his father... if
I thought I'd get away with it, I'd kill both of them and I'm dead serious
about that.  I'd probably get caught though, so let's go to plan "B". You
know my Mom's boyfriend, Jake Rollins... right?"  Chubby mumbles, "Sure,
well... I don't know him, I know who he is."  I tell a lie, "He likes me
and told me once that when he was growing up he'd get into trouble from
time to time but he had this favorite uncle he'd go to who'd get him out of
trouble, sometimes by means a little outside the law let's say.  Well, he
offered to be my "uncle" in that regard... if I ever needed an unusual,
very special helping hand, I'm to take the problem to him."  Chubby says,
"Really? He'll help with any problem?"  I go, "I'm not exaggerating, he'll
get this taken care of." Chubby was a bundle of energy all of a sudden, he
hugged me back real tight, kissed me on my cheek, then in a voice full of
hope said, "What a best friend you are, I prayed as hard as I know how that
you'd think of something.  What do ya think Mr Rollins will do?" I said, "I
don't know Chubby, but I'm betting he knows some guys who'll convince Ricky
and his father that putting your picture on the internet is a really bad
career move." Chubby hugged me again and held the hug for thirty seconds.
There were tears in his voice when he said, "My fucking hero. A hundred
hearts would be too few, to carry all my love for you..."  I go, "Oh for
Christ sakes, I'm going to fucking hurl if you quote one more of those
sappy things.  How do you remember so many preposterous things... all your
factoids and verses?" He's like, "It's quite simple actually, I'm a
genius".

Chubby had a new air about him, like a huge weight was off his shoulders, a
huge burden off his mind. It had been an uncomfortable fifteen minutes
listening to this horror story... much worse for Chubby of course, but it's
out in the open now and by some miracle we've most likely got the solution.
I feel so wonderful on the one hand for having the solution to Chubby's
problem, but on the other hand I'm really uber pissed-off at those two sick
perverts, Ricky and his father.  I'll never worry that I'm being a pervert
again, not when real ones are right around the corner. I've done nothing in
my life remotely as sick as what those two bowel movements have done.  Just
having a spanking fetish or foot fetish, or any fetish... that doesn't make
you a pervert, but pushing it on helpless underlings does make you a
pervert, and the Ortiz family is perverted, period.  I hate them for doing
this to Chubby and the other boys...  holding money and the threat of
humiliation over the boys heads so they can satisfy their own needs.  Fuck
them! I'm going to get Jake to... well, I don't know what I going to get
him to do... it'll be something really nasty to those two Ortiz maggots!

Chubby and I were too strung out to sleep, we continued talking.  He took
great pains trying to clarify his sexuality situation.  He wanted to
clarify his statement about enjoying, and even climaxing, when Ricky fucked
him.  Chubby became adamant that he wasn't gay and, frankly, the emphasis
he put on that made me uncomfortable... like, what's so wrong with being
gay, ya know?  He said he fantasizes about fucking girls, not boys, and he
told me how close he came to doing that very thing during Spring break,
with Kiki Avarez.  He and she slipped away from the group one Friday night
and almost did it, almost got laid.  Chubby had his boner dripping, then
she chickened out at the last minute... she did suck his cock a little bit
though.  He said he didn't cum, but it was really hot.  Doesn't sound that
hot to me but I believe the story because I remember him telling me
something about it a couple of weeks ago, although I didn't listen very
carefully... he always has a story about some girl, doesn't really interest
me.  Then I had a mean thought... I wondered what Kiki thought of Chubby's
three and three-quarter inch dick.  I guess I'm jealous he didn't let me
suck his little dick, he'd sure as hell cum if I sucked it.  Kiki is a
Hispanic girl in our study period who I often see at the Friday night
movies, she's alright for a girl, I guess. Well OK, maybe he's not gay, but
he has to be at least bi or else how to explain his climaxing from getting
fucked.  This is at least a little good news, out of all that bad news.
Yeah, but good news for who... Jesus, it's me back to thinking about me
again. I consciously try to stop always thinking about myself, I truly
wanna help Chubby and that's where my total focus needs to be for now.  But
still, Chubby's bi!  WOW!  OK, calm down... he won't admit that right now,
but there's always tomorrow, or next month, or sometime. This will also
make it easier for me to climb out from behind all those coats in the
closet I'm hiding my sexuality in.  But, wait a second... should it be a
concern to me how anxious Chubby is that I don't think he's gay?  Does that
mean he's a tad homophobic?  There I go, thinking about me again... damn!

We talked for another hour, mostly I was doing my best to convince him he's
OK, that he got himself in deeper and deeper because he wanted to make sure
he and I had the money we needed for the car and all that goes with it.  I
emphasized that there are twelve other boys in the same boat he's in and
none of them have quit or even complained, so he's the first one to wake up
and see things for what they are.  I did my best to sell him on these
ideas, to build up his self image but he's not feeling real good about
himself at the moment and it's mostly because of Ricky fucking him.  He's
feeling real good about the possibility of getting out from under this shit
though, so mostly it was a successful night's work.  I feel I accomplished
my goal... I'm kinda proud of myself actually.  It'll be so wonderful not
seeing Chubby heading off for that window washing job, to not have anything
more to do with Ricky.  He's still on his so-called furlough so there isn't
any major concern about him working tomorrow, or even next week.  I have
the card Jake left me with his private cell phone number on it and I'm
calling him tomorrow. Then maybe I'll put Chubby's name on the Stop & Shop
waiting list... maybe there's even an opening right now. Chubby fell asleep
first... I kinda reveled in the nice things he said about me tonight, he
was very generous with praise for me... he said I was great for being so
understanding and especially great for having the solution to his
problem. I told him it was pure luck my Mom was dating a guy with special
connections to unknown persons, people who can apply a little muscle where
it's needed, and we both agreed a heavy load of muscle is needed on both
Ricky and his father.

In the morning, while getting dressed, Chubby went on and on about the
sense of relief he felt and how anxious he is to hear what Mr Rollins has
to say.  I told him that the only thing I expect Jake to say is "I'll take
care of it" and we'll probably never know what exactly was done, just the
result which will be Chubby quitting the job without repercussions.  Chubby
was in the best spirits I've seen him in for months, he's like the Chubby I
used to know.  God, it made me feel so good. When Chubby slammed the front
door going to work I began getting ready for my over-nighter with Willie.
I took a shower, then packed a few things in a satchel, and was ready to
go.  Andy told me he'd be here at ten o'clock so I got plenty of time to
walk to Dunkin Donuts and get a coffee which I did, then smoked a cigarette
walking home with it.  I was excited about this weekend and my mind
centered some on the sexual activity Willie has for me, but mainly I was
thinking about calling Jake.  That's what I did first thing back in the
condo.  He answered after one ring, "Yeah?".  He sounded like he was still
asleep. "Jake, this is Dylan Newman.  I need that favor you promised."  He
says, "OK, kid.  Tell me about it... don't leave out anything."  All of a
sudden I realized I was taking a chance here... exposing Chubby's darkest
secrets to Jake.  But then, Jake hasn't exposed me so why would he
humiliate Chubby?  There isn't anything in it for Jake... he's got no
reason in the world to do that.  And, anyway... I'm not at all sure why,
but I totally believe Jake and trust him now.  It took only five minutes to
lay out the situation. He didn't interrupt just listened saying "Uh-huh"
once in awhile.  When I was done he goes, "OK, so all you want is for your
friend to be allowed to quit without the Ortiz scumbags retaliating in any
way, right?"  I say, "Yes, mostly... um, it would be alright with me if one
of them, or both of them, fell down some steps kinda hard while your guys
are talking to them."  Jake laughed out loud, "You're something
Dylan. Listen sport, ya might not believe me, but I've had the biggest
guilt complex from what I did to you... taking care of this for you will
help a bit in that regard. And, falling down the steps is the least of
Ricky Ortiz and his old man's worries..."  I said, "Good..." and Jake said,
"One thing though, you and I never discuss this again... no thank you, no
nothing... OK?"  I say, "I'll thank you in advance... and we never had this
conversation." He sounded a bit hesitant when he says, "Yeah, good.  Ah,
Dylan... ya ever think you can forgive me for that thing I did...? I'd
appreciate it dude, it's on my mind a lot."  I go, "I'll give it some
thought, Jake... I gotta run now though."  He said, "Yeah... later."  And
that was that, I hope.  As for forgiving him, not yet I can't... it's a
serious bitch being raped, it demeans you like nothing else.

I was outside when Andy pulled up... jeez he's cute, I'd forgotten how cute
he is. He yells up to me, "Get your ass down here right now!"  We both
laughed out loud remembering two weeks ago when I fell for that bull shit
he pulled on me... acting dominant and all. Andy's sitting in Willie's new
BMW convertible looking like a sixth or seventh grader in his daddy's
luxury car... he couldn't be old enough to drive! Actually he's almost
eighteen but looks much younger.  His wavy light brown hair combed in the
faux hawk style was shiny clean and looking very stylish, his blue eyes
were very blue in the sunshine, freckles scattered across his pug nose, a
few on his cheeks too.  A real cute almost shy smile with dimples going
along for the ride, milk white teeth and boy's bow-shaped lips above his
boyish chin.  I even like his preppy way of dressing, guess you could say
I'm a fan of Andy.  Willie's got himself a winner here, if he was forced to
choose between me and Andy I don't like my chances... not that I'd ever
push it, but someday Andy might.

When I was down the steps on the sidewalk, Andy got out of the car to give
me the quick hug, handshake, and pat on the back.  Damn, he has a nice
smell about him and I'd forgotten how slim he is, well... skinny actually,
but then, so am I. With the quick hug came a quick kiss, he's shorter than
me so he went up on his toes and got the corner of my mouth, I wasn't
expecting it or I would have participated... he's a sweetheart.  I threw my
satchel in the trunk telling him how hot he is and hot cool he looks.  He
acted genuinely happy to see me. Seeing him brought back all the sexy
memories of our three way which caused my dick to move in my shorts... I
adjusted everything as I got in the passenger seat. Andy knew the way this
time and was more confident driving this powerful car than he was the last
time he picked me up.  The temperature was only about seventy degrees but
real sunny so the convertible top was down. We talked about our last
weekend together, Andy being very complimentary about my part in our three
way.  He said he'd nagged Willie to let him come with us this weekend but
Willie was adament that it be just me and him, "You're his favorite Dylan,
I can tell.  He even tells me that himself..." I go, "Jeez, that's mean of
Willie, Andy... he shouldn't say that to you, we're both equally his
boyfriends".  Andy shrugs and says, "Oh I don't think we're equal and I
admit I'm jealous, but I don't blame you at all.  I think you're great." We
did a mutual admiration society thing back and forth for a couple of miles,
then talked about the Red Sox, but mostly we talked about the differences
between Prep school and Framingham High... after that I felt jealous too.
Wish I could have gone to a prep school. I enjoyed the ride and had fun
looking at Andy, so cute he's eatable... yum yum!

Andy drove us directly to the hair salon where Leonard gave Andy a two week
trim and I got a full haircut.  It was great seeing four to five inch long
pieces of my hair falling into the barber cape.  When Leonard was finished
I had a pretty short faux hawk and I thought it looked awesome, it felt
wonderful to have short hair again too. Andy paid for his, mine was already
paid for so out we went to get coffees which we drank in the park while I
smoked a cigarette. Andy says, "Willie won't be finished his match for a
couple hours, um... would you be interested in messing around in my dorm
room, just you and me?"  I'm thinking "Mmm-mmm" and "Uh-oh" at the same
time.  I say, "Ohhh, Willie might get pissed-off if we did" and Andy waves
his hand at me like "don't be silly" and says, "He's not like that, and
anyway... I already asked his permission..." he laughs at that.  I go,
"Yeah?... and what did he say?" "He said it's OK as long as it's OK with
you."  Damn! I got my hand in my pocket to push my dick over to the side
saying, "Well, lets go, dude..." He's excited, talking fast now, "Hot shit!
Dylan, you rock, but you gotta do me a favor and let me be the top, I
hardly ever get a chance to be the top anymore." I guess Andy isn't aware I
actually prefer to bottom... to break his balls a little though, I say, "No
fucking way. No seventeen year old pip-squeak is fucking my
boy-pussy. You'll get in the doggy position to take your spanking, and then
I'm gonna fuck you till you're squealing like a little girl."  He frowns
and says, "Oh alright, you sound just like Willie now. I fucked you at
Willie's place, remember? Didn't you like it?" Jeez, role reversal.  Last
time we were together he put one over on me and now he thinks I'm seriously
dominant, but shit... he's so cute I can't keep it up. I get him in a
headlock to playfully muss his hair saying, "I'm kidding Andy, you can top
me if you want".  Andy says, "I knew you were kidding, you loved me fucking
you last time, didn't you?"

We bantered back and forth walking back to the car, I was excited... Andy's
hot. I go, "Andy, something just occurred to me.  You're a prankster, did
Willie really say this is OK?" Andy got serious and said, "Dylan, I
wouldn't do anything that might cause Willie to dump me, I'm in love
dude... it's true love.  He said exactly what I told ya.  It's cool."  Hot
shit! We drove to the dorm and hurried inside, I'm officially barred from
campus due to that fight I was in last Fall.  Andy and Willie's dorm room
kinda surprised me, the beds weren't made, but the rest of the room was
very neat. When the door closed behind us we both looked at each other and
it was sort of an "Ooops" moment because we don't know each other all that
well... It's quite different having buddy sex when we have Willie being our
common denominator, but now, on our own... how's it gonna work, we're both
used to Willie running the show.  Andy sucked on his bottom lip and
shrugged, which I think meant... what do we do now?  Well, I'm the oldest
so I figured it's my job to loosen things up, I go "OK, it's a tad awkward
without Willie, but a kiss always helps me relax in any gay
situation... it's a good way to start, don't ya ya think?" Andy grins shyly
and nods his head "yes" so I very deliberately put my hands on either side
of his cute face, we're both smirking and shaking our heads a little
because we know we're acting silly, the kiss wasn't silly though. I did
three consecutive kisses, sort of sucking kisses, Andy's arms went around
my waist, he held his head back, me bending my head down to meet his face.
It was luscious actually, his lips and tongue are perfect for
kissing... our tongues lapped each other, then I sucked his tongue and
upper lip and rubbed my nose against his nose smearing my saliva across his
mouth while I did it.  Andy was making "Mmmmm" sounds hugging my body for
all he's worth. He's quite a yummy package and Willie's obviously shown him
all the tricks of making out, just like he showed me so long ago.  Andy and
I soon had hard boners which were poking each other, it was time to move
things forward. I rubbed my fingers through his hair and, short of breath,
grunted, "Let's do it, hottie..." He nods his head staring me in the eyes
and we do one last sloppy kiss that had my dick leaking.

Squeezing the back of his neck a second, then I grab the bottom of his Polo
shirt and pull it over his head, he unbuttoned my shirt and takes it
off... we hugged bare-chested and did another really sloppy kiss, then
broke apart to take our pants and underwear off... in five seconds we faced
each other naked, except for socks. Our similar looking boners sticking out
of shaved crotches, both wet at the head. Naked, Andy looks even younger
than he does with clothes on. His cock and balls are very much the same
size and shape as mine but look bigger on him because his frame is smaller
than mine.  His body is virtually hairless except for his head and a small
amount of underarm hair.  A couple of ribs are visible, but he has a nice
enough boy's figure with a flat stomach and nice definition in his biceps
and chest. That being said, and not to brag, but I definitely have a better
built body than Andy's, not that we're in competition, I'm just
saying.... ya know, if Willie were to have a competition between Andy and
me. Andy says, "You're really hot, Dylan... let me touch.." And he hugged
me pressing his body against mine making both our boners point upward
between our bellies, oooh nice... I hugged him back and rubbed up the back
of his head, nice shaped head.  I leaned down and did a long wet kiss on
the side of his forehead, he smells different than Willie, but real nice.
Willie has one of the best smelling body of anyone I know, Robby's barely
beats him out... and my favorite smell in the world is Chubby's body, but
that's because it's been in my head all my life. Andy whispers into my
shoulder, "Are you ready, Dylan?" I go, "I'm hot for you, Andy... do me,
baby".  He mumbles, "Lube..." and we break apart. Andy snatches a container
of lube right off the night stand between their beds and says, "That bed's
mine... how bout laying on your stomach and I'll do ya that way" I lay on
his unmade bed and of course his smell was all over it... very, very nice!
I buried my face in his pillow and inhaled as Andy climbed onto the bed and
straddled my legs, one of his knees on either side of mine.  Lube went
right on my hole, then he finger-fucked me for a minute... felt good. I had
to lift my ass a little so I could adjust my rock hard boner.

Andy's boner was laying on the back of my thigh while he lubed me up, he
mumbled, "Your pussy's ready to go, Dylan... and, oh my God, am I ever
looking forward to this." then his boner was at my hole and he leans
forward a bit, did a small hump and I go, "Ohh" as the head of his cock
pushes in.  Like my cock, the head of Andy's is a little bigger than
Willie's so it was a bit of a shock initially.  Very tight, but quickly got
to feeling really good. It's been two full weeks since I've felt a cock up
my ass and I was licking my lips with anticipation.  He slowly leaned
further and further forward, his boner sliding further and further up my
ass until he was laying on my back, fully impaling me with that six inch
smooth wood pole. He was blowing out a lot of misty breath on the back of
my neck, then rotating his hips a bit and I let out a quiet moan, "Ohhh,
yeah....", he kissed the side of my jaw mumbling, "This feel fucking
fantastic, you OK?"  I nodded my head and he humped his hip a half dozen
times fucking me with five inch long thrusts that had me going, "Ahh, ahh,
ahh, ahh... Oh my God, this is the best feeling, I need this more then
every two weeks!  Andy sat back up and, holding my hips with both hands,
got into a rhythm ramming my hole with that wood of his.  I huffed out air
with every drive up my ass, his shaved crotch and my buttocks soon were
sweaty and made a smacking sound each time Andy's crotch slapped into my
buttocks. The cum was building quickly in my nuts as Andy grunts out,
"Let's change positions, get on your hands and knees now, Dylan"... with
his cock still up my ass he's pulling on my hips as I struggle to get up.
When I'm on hands and knees, Andy's standing on his bed behind me and
really goes to town... he's fucking my ass in a frenzy, the bed inching
forward with every hump, it was so hot my cock was pointing straight down,
ready to blow.  I'm going, "yes yes yes..." then Andy made a long whining
noise and blew a bid load of cum up my ass.  The slickness of Andy's creamy
teen cum was a major turn-on, I took one hand off the mattress to stroke my
cock, cum shot out onto his bed linens... what a great climax! Andy kept
fucking me after both of us drained our nuts keeping me hard, his cock felt
so good up my ass.  I ended up laying down in my own cum with Andy laying
on my back exhausted, his cock still in me.

We laid there like that for ten minutes or so, then he pulled out of me
slowly making a "shhhhhh" sound with his lips that was kinda cute.  Off the
bed he grabbed a couple of towels, threw one to me and we wrapped the
towels around ourselves walking to the bath for showers.  No one was
around, we were the only boys in the entire dormitory it seems.  We
showered like we did at Willie's, shampooing each others hair and lathering
each other's body with soap suds. Then, squeaky clean, water pouring down
on us we hugged a bit... I like sucking young guy's cocks so I asked Andy
if he'd like his sucked and he got a great grin on his face and said,
"Whadda you think?" So, in the shower I sucked him off getting maybe two
drops of cum out of his yummy cock after a fifteen minute blow job. Our
bodies were wrinkled and water logged by the time we got out of the shower
but we both enjoyed ourselves only realizing what a crazy thing that was to
do when we were back in the room.  Andy's like, "Holy shit, anybody could
of stopped in for a piss and see you sucking my cock..." I say, "Jesus,
you're right. I guess I wouldn't have cared.  Don't they all know you guys
are gay anyway?" Andy's like, "Oh yeah... duh! They do, but still..." and
we had a nice laugh.  We got dressed and drove to the tennis courts in high
spirits.  Andy was like, "Dylan, thanks... that was awesome.  Did I do you
OK?"  It's funny the way guys do that, wanting to be complimented, but the
truth is he fucked me super fine and I told him so too.  He reached over
while driving to squeeze my arm and say, "I wish you went to Prep, I'd do
you all the time.  I can tell you like it a lot."

He's a little cocky, but he's right of course... it was a good fuck. I felt
great and I also felt a closeness to Andy, the way I always feel when I've
just shared sex with another boy.  For me it's never slam, bam, thank you
ma'am because I get attached to the boy who fucks me... not long range
necessarily, mostly right afterward. Consensual sex is a special personal
involvement that I hold in high esteem, the pleasure another boy gives me
is not taken lightly... I'm grateful.  I know I'm a very sensual person,
one who maybe likes sex a tiny bit too much... well, actually it's not that
I like it, it's more like I love it!  Anyway, I was kinda touchy/feely with
Andy sitting in the bleachers at the tennis courts waiting for Willie.  He
saw us and we waved back and forth a few times... then, when the team was
officially done with the match Willie came right over and gave me this big
wet kiss right in front of people in the stands, which I'm still
uncomfortable with, but it's like Willie doesn't even know they're
there... he's oblivious to things and people that don't interest him.  Then
he gave Andy a hug and a kiss on the head and said, "Love your haircuts,
boys. And I absolutely know you two sexy boys did it already, I can tell
from the way Dylan is all you, Andy.  That's the way he gets when I fuck
him too. Come on... tell me every detail." He doesn't miss anything.

Willie had Andy drive, the three of us crammed into the two seater, Willie
in the middle...  and between Andy and me we relived Andy's fuck of
me. Andy told what he was feeling and thinking and I did the same... wicked
sexy thing to do and really interesting hearing the other guy's side of
things.  Back at the dorm Willie showered while Andy and I looked at gay
porn models on the Internet trying to find ones cuter than us... we were
kidding about that!  Willie walks in the room, chuckles seeing what we're
doing as he drops the towel from around his waist and I look over to gawk
at his seven plus inches of penis, thinking... sometime in the near future
that will be full of blood and hard as a pipe, and it'll be up inside my
body, can't wait... Andy's cell phone chirps, it's his Mom telling him
she's in the parking lot.  Andy's spending the weekend at home so we all
kiss goodbye and off he runs.  When we're alone Willie says, "Dylan baby,
I'm standing here naked, what do you think I want you to do...  take a wild
guess, sweetheart."  I go, "Help you get dressed?" He goes, "No, that's not
it..." I purposely look puzzled and say, "Can you give me a hint." He says,
"Yeah, sure... I want you, right this minute, to suck my cock" and I say,
"How about another hint.."

He laughs and wiggles his index finger in that "come over here" way.  I get
down and walk over to him on my knees... oh boy, two great cocks in the
same morning. Willie likes me to suck his dick to get him really hard, then
he gets his rocks off deep-throating me.  Most of the times I've sucked
Willie off I've ended-up with cum up my nose or in my hair or all over my
face... it just depends where his boner is pointing when it blast off.
It's so sexy sucking cock.  There are many things I like about it, such as
the taste, the texture, the smell of a boy's private parts, the way a penis
starts out limp and gets hard in my mouth, the precum, and of course the
pleasure it gives to the penis's owner, that makes me feel good too, his
moans and groans. I like the boys fingers in my hair and him rubbing my
shoulders and mostly I like the cum... I love a mouthful of teen cum.  I
always swallow, it doesn't taste like anything half the time and when it
does taste like something I can't really describe it. I just know I like
it. Today Willie wants the blow job to last awhile so he's lazily rubbing
his cock against the inside of my cheeks and up against the ridges on the
roof of my mouth, then he pulls his boned-up cock out of my mouth and uses
it to smear the spit from it all around my face, rubbing saliva on my
forehead and under my chin, on my neck, everywhere. I keep my head still
allowing him to do what he pleases because it pleases me too. It doesn't
take me long to get in a trance with Willie, we've had so much sex together
the past fourteen months it's like we're synchronized or something. When
I'm with Willie I feel that nothing can be better than this and when I'm
with Robby I feel nothing can be better than that. Willie though, he does
it for me sexually like nobody else ever has. I'm always referring to
Willie's dominant behavior, but that doesn't do him justice... it's much
more subtle than I make it out to be... it's there of course, Willie is
dominant and I'm submissive to him in subtle ways, but it's a small part of
things between us.  He gets me aroused just by the way he does things
normally, I don't think he even articulates it in his head that he's going
to be the dominant one in sex...  he just is.  It was the other way around
when Larry was his boyfriend, but with me Willie can't imagine it being any
other way than him dominant and me submissive.  It's his natural
personality showing it's true colors with me, not contrived as submissive
the way he was with Larry.  Sure, probably the majority of boys wouldn't
like it and that's fine for them... for me though, Willie rocks... he's
ultra hot.

Done messing around, he puts his cock back in my mouth and humps it
casually back and forth on top of my tongue, playing with my hair as he's
doing it, "You're hair is beautiful Dylan, do you like your new haircut, I
think it looks phat!" This is like when I'm getting my teeth cleaned at the
dentist and the hygienist asks me questions with all those instruments in
my mouth, I nod my head some and Willie giggles and mumbles, "Oh
yeah... hard to talk when your mouth's full... sorry, babe". My own dick is
boned-up again from the sexual high of blowing Willie, no climax of course
because I just blew my load getting fucked by Andy, but my boner feels real
nice just the same... sucking Willie's cock is so good.  Shortly Willie
will get stimulated to the point of no return, he'll do a frantic deep
throat then to get himself off.  And sure enough, when Willie stopped
talking and started grunting, I knew he was getting close.  This is when
I've blown my own load in the past, when Willie's fucking my throat... it's
wicked hot.  Willie grabs my head in both hands pushing it back, then
forces his boner past my gag reflect into my throat and down about an inch
and a half... my eyes bugging out until he pulls it back out and then right
back down again, and out, and back down and while he's pulling it out the
forth time it explodes cum. Willie's eyes tightly closed, he's blowing a
long exhale out between his closed lips... a long hissing sound.  This is
one of those cum-up-my-sinuses blow-job and it's a tiny bit scary until I
can blow the cum out my nose, the cum forming bubbles that bursting.
Willie's wildly stroking his cock following that first blast in my throat,
two small shots splatter my face and a larger one splatters my teeth... OK,
this was hot!  Willie's going... "Whoa... dude, that was awesome!"  He
strokes it a few more times, then puts it back in my mouth so I can suck
the cum off it, he says, "I'm gonna have you give cock sucking lessons to
Andy, he never gets me off like this." While sucking Willie's cock I'm
still blowing cum out of my nose and then he pulls his clean boner out
again and uses it to smears the shots of cum that landed on my
face... saying, "I'm spelling my name in cum on your face, Dylan." He
laughs at that, puts his cock back in my mouth for one last cleaning and
then grabs the damp bath towel he used for his shower to wipe the cum off
my face.  He's in a really friendly mood, after wiping my face he helps
pull me to my feet and gives me the nicest kiss, "I'm so in love with you
it's crazy Dylan, it really is" another kiss and he mumbles, "We don't see
enough of each other, this summer will be different though" another kiss,
then ruffling my new haircut he says, "Later I'm going to fuck you till cum
is flying out of that nice cock of yours."  He gives me such aching
boners... aching in a good way.

As Willie's getting dressed he picks up some girl's silk panties and tosses
the thing to me, "Put those on, will ya, baby.  When I look at you all day
today it'll be a thrill knowing you're wearing them... it's my thing, ya
know".  I go, "Willie, there's dried cum in these panties" and as he pulls
a cool Polo shirt over his head he goes, "Yeah, I know... it's Andy's cum
from last night.  Put em' on, we gotta get going." I screwed up my face at
that, but Willie pays me no mind so on go the girlie underwear with the
stiff front. I asked, "Andy shot off while wearing these?" Willie's combing
his hair, he says "Yeah, I got him to cum from our make out" then Willie
turns away from the mirror and squeezes my cheeks together with his thumb
and index finger saying, "You're so cute!  I'm going to get you to shoot
off in the same undies and then he'll get to wear those same panties with
your dried cum in them... what do you think of that?"  I mumbled, "It's
actually kinda hot, now that I think about it" and I groped my balls,
adding "Kinda scratchy too..."  Willie gooses my ass and says, "Let's get
some lunch" and off we go.  Top down on the BMW with the wind feeling so
excellent blowing through my short hair... I felt so happy. Andy's fuck was
a really good way to start a date with Willie.  Normally I'm so horned-up,
I'm like squirming waiting for our first fuck but now I'm calm, cool, and
relaxed... enjoying life.  Oh yeah, sucking Willie off was good too, like
the cherry on my ice cream soda.

We ate lunch in a sub shop.  Willie recommended the Italian sub so we both
got a large one and a Pepsi and shared an order of fries. It was yummy, but
would have been even better with hot cherry peppers on it which this sub
shop incredibly didn't have. As usual Willie had some memorized things he
wanted me to hear. Every date we go on he has these prepared pieces, this
time it was two jokes centered around a Catholic priest.  They weren't that
great as far as jokes go... more like a smile or a groan rather than a
laugh out loud deal, but I like listening to Willie talk.  Him and Robby
have these boyish sounding voices, it's a cute sound. Even though the jokes
kinda sucked I really want to remember them so I can tell them to Elliot
and Connor. Elliot because he's Catholic and Connor because I'm trying to
come-up with a joke he doesn't know.

....An old man walks into a confessional and tells the priest he's a 82
years old married man with five grandchildren and yesterday he picked-up
two college girls who were hitchhiking, took them to a motel and they had a
three-way sex marathon that lasted two hours. The priest asked if the man
was sorry for his sins and the old man says, "What sins".  The priest asked
what kind of Catholic ask a question like that, and the old man says, "I'm
Jewish" so the priest says, "Well then, why you telling me all this?" the
old fellow goes, "Hell, I'm 82 years old... I'm telling everybody!"

I booed and Willie laughs and tells one that's a little better.

....A religious young woman goes into a confessional and says, "Forgive me
Father for I have sinned".  The priest says, "Confess your sins and be
forgiven" The girl says, "Last night my boyfriend made passionate love to
me seven times in a motel room". The priest is staring at her as he thinks
what her penance should be. He finally says, "Squeeze seven lemons into a
glass and drink the juice".  She asked, "Will that cleanse me of my sins?"
and the priest goes, "No, but it will wipe that smile off your face".

I booed again but Willie was laughing and he has a contagious laugh so I
had to laugh too. He said, "wipe that smile off your face" about ten time
in the next hour as we walked around after lunch.  We stopped to sit on a
park bench and have a smoke, Willie blowing those cool smoke rings.  He
tried showing me how to form my lips to do it too but we ended-up kissing,
so I still can't blow smoke rings.  He seems so affectionate today, while
walking he had his arm around my neck rather than around my waist like
usual and he kept pulling my head over to kiss me and tell me how hot I am
or how cute I am.  Naturally people on the sidewalk gawked at us so my face
was red half the time, Willie as always was totally oblivious to the
gawkers... I'd like to be that way too, but it isn't something you can
learn... I think it must come naturally.  We drove into Boston later in the
afternoon, it took almost two and a half hours to get there.  Willie wanted
to do some shopping, the first store we drove to is Louis which is
pronounced "Loooeeez" It's an ultra prestigious place, absurdly expensive.
First thing he bought was a bathing suit labeled as Robert Graham Board
Shorts, it was on sale for a hundred and sixty-eight dollars. Willie's eyes
lit up, he goes "Ya want a pair, they're on sale?"  I shook my head "no"
and said, "No thanks, I have a bathing suit".  He insisted and I refused,
finally he shrugged his shoulders and began looking at dressier items
finally buying a Broni Blazer and shirt for fourteen hundred dollars and
then later, an Oliver Spencer jacket that looked like a wrinkled blazer to
me... I didn't see the price tag on that.  He also bought a sweater for
three hundred and twenty dollars that looked like any thirty dollar sweater
I've ever seen.  Willie tried to get me to take a matching sweater, or
anything else I wanted, but I kept refusing which pissed him off.  His
father has an account there so the items were just signed for and out we
go.  In the car he told me I was rude for refusing his gift and I tried to
explain how uncomfortable it would be explaining the gift to my Mom.

The next stop was Neiman Marcus, a department store.  Willie was back in a
good mood by the time we got there, he hardly ever stays mad at me for more
than five minutes.  The zipper on his toiletry kit had broken so he needed
a new kit... that's the primary reason for us being here. My Mom calls
Neiman Marcus, Needless Mark-up because their prices are so high. In the
leather department Willie was surprised and delighted to find a Morgan
Gray's Travel Kit on sale for four hundred and thirty dollars.  My eyes
were bugging out of my head... this Morgan Gray guy must make a helluva
toiletry kit, although I gotta say, it didn't look much different than
mine. Without asking me if I wanted it Willie bought be a black leather
Burberry fold wallet on sale for a hundred and forty dollars, it was
definitely the best wallet I've ever had. It's a nice wallet but my Mom
won't be questioning me about it because no one in their right mind would
think it cost more that twenty dollars.  Willie was happy to see all these
items on sale.  He also bought some casual wear in the men's department,
but by then I'd given up checking the prices, it started making me woozy.
Willie paid for everything with his credit card, and out we go.  The drive
to Weston from Neiman Marcus took exactly thirty minutes, straight down the
Mass Pike and we pulled into his long driveway at quarter to five.
"Hungry, Dylan..?" I said I could eat a little something to hold me over
until dinner.  Between the two of us we managed to get all his purchases
into the house including my satchel and my toiletry kit which I paid
fifteen dollars for in Target... bet it works just as good as Willie's too.

Inside the house Martha Windell, the house keeper, gave us both a big hello
and a hug, then wanted to see Willie's new stuff... she always makes a fuss
over Willie. Her husband, who Willie and I both refer to as Mr Windell, is
Mr Worthington's personal secretary... he and his wife basically run the
house and are the closet thing to parents Willie's ever had.  His real
parents are here less than two months a year. Mr Windell heard the
commotion and comes out of his office saying, "Ah yes, it's Willie and
Dylan... hiya, boys.  Did you win your match Willie?" We say hello and chat
for a few minutes then into the kitchen where their new chef was busy doing
something.  The chef is a woman this time, Mrs Caloric, a big woman but
friendly.  Willie asked for a snack and she gets busy... she whips up a
batter of some kind, dips zucchini strips and rings of vidalia onions in it
and deep fat fries them to a golden brown.  We had a pile of them, Willie
and I dipped them in a creamy Ranch salad dressing.  Wow, who'd a thought
vegetables could taste that good. Mrs Caloric insisted we call her Helga,
which is a name I never heard before.  She seems to know a lot about the
Red Sox though and that's mostly what we talked about as we ate our snack.
We also drank iced tea that she made with tea bags, boiling water, sugar,
and wedges of lime... it tasted much better than the canned kind. Willie
and Helga discussed our dinner arrangements.  Willie wanted our meal about
nine o'clock. He ordered rack of lamb, rosy warm center with mint jelly on
the side... baked potatoes that are scooped-out, mashed with cream, sour
cream, and chives, then re-baked... a salad of romaine lettuce, grape
tomato, pickling cucumbers, sliced radishes, and vidalia onion with blue
cheese dressing.  He rattled that menu off like he ordered it everyday.
Sounds good to me although I've never had rack of lamb before, I've had
lamb but not the rack part.  I couldn't help but wonder if the chef will
make her own blue cheese dressing like the last chef did.  It's a dumb way
to save money if you ask me, they have it at Stop & Shop for a dollar
thirty-nine... plus the Worthingtons are loaded, but I won't say
anything... that would be rude.  As the chef and Willie talked I checked
out every inch of my new wallet... this thing is nice.

It was almost six o'clock when we went up to Willie's room. Going up the
steps I got the same way Robby got last night, Robby got a boner just
thinking about what he and I would be doing in the pickup and I got one
walking up the familiar steps to Willies bedroom, for the same
reason... God, I'm crazy about Willie.  Willie was talking some more about
the things he bought today, trying them on... then he wanted me to try them
on so he could see what they looked like from the front, side, and back.
You know, if you look closely at wicked expensive clothes like Willie's you
can see that they are made better then regular clothes, not that they're
worth the outrageous amount they cost, but there are details that regular
clothes don't have. Willie's putting the new stuff away, he says, "Get
naked Dylan, let's play around a little" a shiver skimmed through me.  I
got everything off including my socks, but left Andy's cum stained girlie
panties on, "You want me to wear these?" I asked. Willie's still dressed,
his eyes gleaming as he comes over and hugs me around the neck, putting his
face right against mine, bumping my nose with his, "What do you think,
baby?" he says, and covers my mouth with his. Andy's a good make-out
partner, but there's nothing like the best.  Willie's the best make-out
artist in the world, no one could be better, and he is like an artist about
it too.  I don't even try to keep-up, just enjoy being devoured.  Along
with devouring me he makes me feel like the most desirable boy on earth,
like he can't get nearly enough of me.  It literally takes my breath away,
I feel like I'm floating inside Willie. My arms hug around his waist or cup
his buttocks, always trying to hold him tighter against my body. He's doing
everything so quickly, real fast little licks all over my face, then he
sucks on my tongue, his head constantly moving... his French kisses are
luscious, he licks under my upper lip and runs his tongue back and forth on
my gum, then his tongue way inside my mouth with our teeth scrapping
together.  More licks on my face, long big fat laps now, like a dog laps
your face.  My boner is poking the panties way out in front, bumping
Willie's cock. I'm whimpering from all the hot sensations, he's squeezing
my ass, massaging my boner, back to sucking my tongue, his spits all over
my face... then both his hands go inside the back of those panties and a
finger goes inside my hole... I'm going, "Ahh Willie... ohhh" as he pushes
the finger in further and further, then pulls on my hole and massages my
prostate here and there.  My cum is rolling around in my hard nuts now.
I'm blowing moist air in Willie face, dizzy but stimulated and ready to
fire my load.  His finger keeps pumping my hole, quickly now and just like
that cum streams our of my boned cock... hard streams with me going "Eeeeee
...ahhhhh...Eeee!" Three more spurts and I'm almost crying it feels so
good. Willie's got both hands back out of the panties hugging me and giving
me a long wet kiss on my mouth, spit drooling down my chin... I want to hug
us together so hard we meld together.  My dick's still hard but the wetness
of my sperm is cooling off inside the panties which isn't necessarily
conducive to maintaining a boner so I ask Willie if I can take them off. He
gives me one last kiss and says, "Sure, I just wanted you to deposit a load
of cum in them for Andy... he'll be so pleased". I think he's
kidding.... but in any case I took them off and cleaned my groin area while
Willie cleaned the two fingers that were up my ass. It wasn't the biggest
climax I ever had because Andy fucked a big one out of me this morning, but
it wasn't small either and it sure felt good coming out.

Willie was getting undressed then, he said, "Hop in bed, sweetheart... I'll
be right there". He really does have the best mattress I ever had the
pleasure of laying on... today the linens are dark blue, they weren't silk
this time.  I got under the covers naked, that always feels good.  A little
label at the corner of the top sheet read 100% cotton 600 threads.  I know
what 100% cotton means, but not the 600 threads... I would think there's a
hell of a lot more than 600 threads in these kingsize sheets, but what do I
know.  Willie, all smiles, was walking over to the bed naked, his penis
swinging low... looks like he's still growing down there, is that possible?
It looks fatter... it's a lot of penis, I know that much. "Was that good
for you, Dylan?" Willie asked as he climbs into bed.  I go, "You know it
was, Willie.  I love you, by the way, and I love being with you."  He goes,
"I know ya do, baby, but listen... no more of that shit you pulled in
Louis, OK?  If I want to buy my boyfriend a present you say thank you!
that's the polite way to do things." I was going to argue my side of it,
but... I don't know, something about Willie makes me say, "Yes, Willie"
instead.  He hypnotizes me or something or maybe I'm just used to obeying
him. I kinda like it when he pulls this shit to be honest, it makes my dick
buzz and I know myself by now... silly shit like this I go "Yes, Willie"
but something important and I'll stand my ground. I nestled in against his
naked body, he wrapped his arms around me and continued his silly lecture,
talking with his lips against the side of my forehead, "Andy is much more
attentive to me than you, baby... why is that?  Why do you like to
antagonize me?" then he kissed me. I shrugged my shoulders not knowing how
to answer that because I wasn't aware I ever tried to antagonize him. He
said, "Answer me, Dylan" and there was that edge to his voice so I said,
"I'm sorry I antagonized you, really I am... I didn't know I was doing
that."  We always have these little fights... always.  He says, "It's
simple, do what you're told.  Can I count on you to do that?"  I say, "Yes,
Willie". He goes, "I love you, Dylan.  We're made for each other, don't
screw that up. Please." I thought of my concern earlier today about what if
Willie needed to chose between Andy and me someday and so, what the
hell... I say, "I won't Willie" and I hugged him.  He ruffled my hair and
said, "OK, then... what's a sure way of not screwing up?" Keeping a
straight face, I meekly say, "Do what you tell me to do" and he's like,
"That's my boy" and then a big hug plus a sweet kiss on my lips. "Get the
lube now, Dylan..."

On the one hand I don't like being treated like a little kid, but on the
other hand Willie gets my dick hard when he treats me like one and I think
it's kind of fun... sorta like play-acting.  Also, I'd actually like to
stay Willie's favorite boyfriend.  Plus, think back over today, how many
times did he tell me to do something... hardly ever, so it isn't really a
big thing.  It's just me needing to say, "Yes, Willie" like I've been
naughty or something that's not always so cool. Nothings perfect though. I
passed the lube tube to him and roll on my side. I'm honest with myself and
realize I'm doing what I accuse Chubby of doing, which is
rationalizing... in my case, rationalizing that it's OK for me to be
submissive to Willie, but fuck... I mostly like it. Willie takes the lube
and says, "You're not pouting now are you?"  I turned back with a smile and
said, "Nooooo, I'm not pouting... really, I'm not".  He smiles and says,
"Tell me you love me" and I fling myself at him and hug him around the neck
with my face against his like he did to me a little while ago and talked
against his face saying, "I love you like no one else ". He says, "OK
then... that's what I needed to hear from you".  Another nice kiss on my
mouth and he says, "No more lectures from me either... I know I do it too
much and I'm sorry". We smiled at each other then... like I said, we always
have these stupid fights about the dumbest stuff. With Willie holding the
lube in one hand we made-out real sexy like for five minutes or so.  He's
the sexiest thing.  I visualized all of him in my head... he's an inch or
so taller than me with very nice brown hair cut in a faux hawk like mine,
bright brown eyes with flecks of various shades of brown that shine, he's
very intelligent and his eyes reflect that.  I've always felt he has the
cutest smile to go with innocent looks, like he's a choir boy maybe,
although he's no choir boy. When he makes a face his nose wrinkles at the
bridge where freckles are sprinkled about.  A longish nose on a longish
shaped head but it really works for him, anyone would describe Willie as a
youngish, good looking boy... a hay person would add cute to the
description.  A wonderful mouth, great lips, smallish super white teeth
with bright pink gums and tongue... very healthy and clean looking, a real
bright look to him in general... always an alert expression on his very
interesting face. He's got a athletic body, hairless except for his calves
which have a small amount of short dark hairs... I rub them with my hand
when were laying around after sex, they're very soft. Nicely shaped, long
legs... overall quite a strong, attractive, confident boy and I'm so hooked
on him it isn't even funny.

Willie wants to fuck on our sides.  So we both get on our left side with me
facing away from him and he lubed my hole talking conversationally.
"There's still evidence of lube in your hole, baby... didn't you shower
afterward?" Willie's big on showering, I said, "Sure we did Willie, but I
didn't clean inside me" He's like, "Oh, yeah... heh heh..."  Willie likes
to get me to blow my first load before he fucks me because I'm known for
early ejaculation and that disrupts his rhythm according to him.  Whatever,
the longer the fuck the happier I am anyway, and nobody fucks better than
Willie.  He makes-out best and fucks best... that just about covers it. He
says, "OK, your pussy's all lubed up and now I want a nice long rimming to
get me hard, baby" He rolls over on his stomach and puts a pillow under his
crotch to get his ass up in the air a little.  I get between his legs and
spread his buttocks, his anus is always clean and fresh looking. I started
rimming him my usual way, kissing his ass with big wet kisses.  When I'm
finished rimming him I want Willies whole ass covered in my spit.  I kissed
his ass and followed the kiss with a full tongue lick and worked my way
around the left cheek down to his hole.  On his anus I licked five or six
times getting it full of saliva and then pushed the tip of my tongue inside
about a half inch, working it in further... then pulling out, I'll be back
to this a little later. I do a number of laps up his crack and over the
anus, really pushing my tongue firmly into his crack. Then worked my way up
and around his right cheek. I'll rim him until Willie tells me to stop
which is usually about fifteen minutes.  It's obviously a submissive
procedure to lick some boy's asshole, I get as hard doing it as Willie
gets. When both buttocks are slippery I concentrate on just the crack with
many licks, then just the anus, otherwise known as the asshole.  My face is
plastered against his wet ass with my nose pressed into his crack and my
tongue working inside his asshole. Willie's been squirming and making
squeaky noises for the last five minutes so I know he's just about ready to
blow and sure enough he mumbles, "Ahhh, baby that is so good.  You're
awesome Dylan, but I'll pop off if you do much more.  I come up for air and
Willie twirls his finger meaning I should get around on my left side again.

He's turning over too and I catch a glance at his long boner, it does look
slightly bigger around, but how can that be.  It's a very hard looking
penis, shiny hard.  I turn on my side and Willie gets his left arm under my
neck and, after positioning his boner at my hole, he wraps his other arm
over my side and holds me in place as he slides his cock up my ass.
Burning, burning... me gritting my teeth and then the burning turns to
pleasure and he's still pushing in... seven and a half inches, at least.
When his groin is compressing my buttocks I know he's in me as far as he
can go.  I push back on his groin and he rotates his hips a little.  All
the muscles in my ass have relaxed to accommodate Willie's boner so he
pulls back, which feels awesome, then slowly back in... still very tight.
Another slow pull back and shove in and the going seems smoother.  A
"Mmmmmmm" sound escapes my lips and Willie murmurs, "Feel good, baby?  Your
pussy feeling good, is it?" I nod my head and say, "Mmmmm" again.  His
boner just feels so much longer than anybody else, not that I've been
fucked by that many boys. It's a long, long boner up my ass, that's all I
know... for a second Jake's cock flashes past my brain... his is close to
Willie's length but fatter.... I definitely do not want to think of him
though so I say, "Fuck me, Willie..."  and without replying he begins a
steady, deep fucking that has me stroking myself even though it's highly
unlikely I'll get a climax after just blowing a load in Andy's panties.
That repetitive penetration up my ass is such a wonderful feeling... there
are so many hot spots in an ass that are being massaged during a fuck that
it gets me moaning with pleasure and saying Willie's name... making all the
normal sounds, "Ahh, Mmm, Ooh, Willie, Yes, fuck me" When I'm getting
fucked so good like this, I don't even think about what sounds I'm making,
I'm just expressing my pleasure involuntarily... it just comes out.  Most
boys are the same way in my experience, it's just pleasure
noises... getting fuck by your boyfriend is almost a spiritual thing to
experience.  Our bodies intertwined, both experiencing enormous pleasure
together, it's a marvelous thing.

Willie was speeding up his fucking making a long grunting sound as he holds
me tightly in his arms, hammering his long boner up my ass.  I can't
describe how good it feels, then I climax with my balls firing off blanks,
then a couple more blanks, but it still was a wonderful feeling in my
groin, almost painful on the insides of my thighs, but staying just this
side of ecstasy. Willie used his strength to flip me over on my belly,
pulling up at my hips to pile-drive my hole, a wet slapping sound each time
his groin connected with my buttocks. My whole body was shaking from the
force of him fucking me... then, a final hard thrust up my ass and he made
a high little screechy sound while filling my asshole with cum... lots of
cum which begins splattering around my buttocks as Willie continued fucking
me.  That was his big blast and I'm actually kind of a cum slut so I love
the feeling of a big load up my ass... I enjoy the very idea of it... my
hole filled with Willie's cum, awesome and my hole felt wonderful, not sore
at all. The second fucking of the day, and it won't be my last... a really
good day for me.  Willie left his cock in me as he rustled us back on our
side and wrapped me up in his arms and legs till I could barely move. He
mumbled, "Your pussy feeling good now, Dylan?"  I said, "Awesome,
Willie... you fuck so good, my pussy feels fabulous." He says, "OK,
then... I'll do your hickey later, baby... I've been up since five this
morning.  Let's do an hours nap OK?" I like the way he's been adding the
"OK?" as if he's asking if it's OK... he's not asking of course, but I
still like hearing that.  I say, "Sure, Willie.  It feels so good in your
arms, I missed the feeling" and he was out cold in sixty seconds.  I dozed
off about ten minutes later.  During those ten minutes before sleep I ran
over in my head all the sensationally sexy stimulations Willie's given me
since we came into his bedroom... it was a lot to inventory.

We slept longer than an hour, I woke up and saw the clock on the night
stand... it read five minutes of eight.  Should I wake Willie?  His hold on
me had loosened considerably while he slept so I squirmed around to get my
face close to his because I really like Willie's smell... as I believe I've
mentioned eighty-eight times. I stared at his relaxed face, love his looks.
I kissed him lightly on his faux hawk hair and a few seconds later he
opened his eyes and muttered, "Time is it, baby?" I told him and he took a
deep breath, then said, "I needed the rest, a lot of late nights this past
week studying and reviewing for final exams.  I gotta do that all day
tomorrow too." I already knew he was taking me home early tomorrow so he
could study. Summerville Prep gets out for the summer a month before we do,
that's because they have classes for more hours each day and on every other
Saturday which is why Willie can only get home every other weekend.  He
says, "Put your head back, Dylan... hold it steady" and for the next ten
minutes he gave me his signature hickey.  This morning I noticed Andy had a
big, high hickey that looked recent... being Willie's roommate he probably
always has one. Of the ten minutes it took for Willie to get my hickey the
way he wanted it, about six or seven of those minutes felt sexy and good,
the other three or four burned and stung but I know there isn't any sense
complaining, Willie always finishes the hickey.  I was glad when he was
done though, my hand always goes right to the spot to feel the lump.
Willie says, "Wait a minute, lay back again..." he saw it in the light and
didn't like it so I had another ninety seconds of discomfort.  "OK, that's
better... give me a kiss to show me you're not mad at me, baby.."  I kissed
him on the lips, he mussed my hair and said, "Let's take our shower and
then we'll eat dinner". And that's what we did.

In the shower we did it like we always do... shampoo each other, then
lather each other up and, using the same washcloth, scrub each other
clean. Willie got me hard then with another make-out under the spray, then
we dried each other with huge, thick terry-cloth towels... back in the
bedroom Willie gave me clean panties to wear... white nylon ones.  He said
he needs to go to Victoria's Secret next time he's home to buy new panties.
They don't last too long with our boners poking and stretching them.
Usually we cum in them too and after dinner Willie will fuck me while I'm
wearing these panties so this pair will probably rip too.  Girls' fancy
panties have a short shelf life when gay boys get there hands on
them. Dinner was absolutely delicious and after dinner Willie made drinks
on the rocks using a sweet cherry liqueur.  We had a number of them and I
was feeling it going up the steps... up the steps, heading for my third
fuck of the day... awesome day.  Back in the bedroom Willie was a little
high from the booze and wanted to dance.  He put on a CD of club music and
we fast danced through four tunes, I was getting half good, Willie was
excellent.  He wanted to dance naked so we took our clothes off, except my
girlie panties, and danced some more.  A few slow songs were at the end of
the CD so we danced to those as well, Willie wrapping me up in his arms,
our faces together, kissing. That led to even more sweet kisses which led
to two boners which led to Willie fucking me standing up, the panties
pulled down under my buttocks, Willie's arms around my chest. He was a
little drunk and a little rough with the fuck, which I liked a lot.  He
almost knocked me over when he climaxed, I held back until he blew his load
up my ass but then the cum shot straight up from my boner in four short
spurts... four fast moving little strings of cum into the front of those
panties.  God, that felt good. My ass still wasn't sore, what a great day!
We didn't shower then, just got to bed with Willie wrapping me up in his
arms and legs, we were sweaty and it was so sexy. Willie fell asleep first
again and I rubbed my nose back and forth on his cheek... love his smell.
In the morning the alarm went off at seven, I sucked his cock till it was
hard as steel and he fucked me doggy style, fast and hard.  I shot off
quick because I was very aroused from sucking his cock thinking how raunchy
I am... he fucked me up the ass with that cock last night and we hadn't
showered in between.  I'm not sure I've ever done that before. We had
breakfast at Pancake House and I was home by eight-thirty.  Mom would sleep
till eleven or so, Chubby might be up earlier though so I got the Sunday
Globe and read the sports section, waiting for him to wake up.  I'm feeling
real good, really taken care of by Andy and Willie, what a hot duo.

A little later Chubby came in eager to hear what Jake said so I told him.
He loved hearing that part where Jake said Ricky and Mr Ortiz will wish all
that happened is they fell down some stairs.  Chubby said yesterday Ricky
started giving him some shit again and at one point slapped the back of
Chubby's head, it was a pretty hard slap that embarrassed Chubby in front
of the other guys.  I said, "It won't be more than a couple of days, then
you're done with that shit forever."  I warned him never to speak about any
of this to anyone but me, and especially don't say anything to Jake... we
shook hands on it, then Chubby pulled me into a hug and got a little
emotional with a few tears saying, "I can't hardly believe it's finally
going to be over, thanks Dylan... this is the most important thing anyone's
ever done for me."  He'd really appreciate it if he knew what happened to
me to make this possible, but damn... I swear to God, it almost makes the
rape worthwhile to be able to save Chubby's ass. I gulped and worked hard
at not crying myself.  We took the Jeep to Dunkin Donuts for the coffees,
then came back to make the Sunday morning breakfast together for the Moms
and us.  Home fries with onion and green pepper, Canadian bacon, scrambled
eggs, toast, OJ, and jelly.... and the reheated coffees of course.

After breakfast we drove over to pick up Robby and made the trip up Route
128 to route 93 to route 125 to North Andover.  Route 125 connects with
route 114, which is also known as Turnpike Street, that's where Merrimack
College is... 315 Turnpike Street, North Andover, MA. 01845 to be exact.
And guess what else is on Turnpike Street, across the street from Merrimack
is a large apartment complex, Royal Estates, with a sign that reads
VACANCIES. The three of us exchanged looks, we pulled into the apartment
complex instead of the college campus. All garden apartments, meaning
individual entrances as opposed to a hallway of apartment doors, like a
hotel for example.  This is much better, all brick with nicely maintained
grounds, conveniently located right across the street from the college. We
drove to the Rental office, parked and strolled inside.  Things have been
going my way lately so I'm optimistic, thinking positively.  A smily-faced
eager-beaver lady with hornrimmed glasses hanging on a chain around her
neck says, "May I help you boys?" Chubby says, "Perhaps...  we're trying to
decide which apartment complex to rent in September... the three of us."
She asks, "You going to Merrimack, are you?" We all nod our heads and she
gives a spiel about how we'll need co-signers, and that we need to commit
to twelve months minimum, and that with three occupants a two bedroom unit
is required.  There were other rules and requirements but basically we
found out what we wanted to know, that she'd rent to three college kids.
Robby doesn't open his mouth as usual, but Chubby and I asked a lot of
questions, the main one being... how much? The least expensive two bedroom
was eight hundred a month.  She had a lot of information in a package that
she gives to prospective renters and she gave us one with this warning, "I
can't guarantee you that they'll be a vacancy in September, we have quite a
few Merrimack student renting."  Us boys exchanged glances... that's a real
problem. Then the lady adds, "Of course, you can reserve a unit now by
paying two months advance rent plus the security deposit."  Hmmm, something
to think about.

We then drove over to Merrimack and walked the college grounds... even
joined a campus-visit tour.  We all agreed, this is a very cool spot.  Most
of the campus is way back off the highway, beautiful grounds, a
neighborhood campus... not an inter-city one.  We liked it, we're excited
so we rode all around the town then... cool New England town. White church
with high steeple, old town center with big grass-covered common, nice
homes, nice roads, and then a quarter mile down from the college on route
114 there are all kinds of restaurants and shops, a little further down the
same road is a eight screen movie theater... then, a quarter mile on route
114 the other way from the college there's a super Stop & Shop and a Getty
gas station... you know, convenient to have everything you need close
by. We stopped in Fuddruckers, a hamburger joint that is also right down
the road for a late lunch and considered the money situation as we ate.
Our college loans includes living expense, but they mean normal and
customary living expenses which is the amount needed for dormitory living,
no more. Well, it's ten thousand a year at Merrimack to live in a dorm and
eat in their dining hall, we just heard that on our campus tour.  There's
three of us guys so that's thirty thousand... a year's rent at Royal
Estates is ninety-six hundred... that leaves over twenty thousand to feed
us... yes!  We can eat like kings for that much money... this is so cool.
We're going to Merrimack with Jay and Elliot. Back in Framingham, Robby ate
dinner with Chubby, Tris, me and my Mom and we excitedly made plans to get
the paperwork completed for Merrimack. It's a relief to have that behind
us. I was driving Robby home around ten o'clock when he says, "You're not
seriously thinking of driving me straight home, are you?"

In my head, I'm like... What was I thinking?  It's because Willie fucked me
so good that my sex drive is in neutral at the moment, normally being in a
car with just me and Robby there's sex on my mind.  I go, "Of course not,
Robby. It's just that I forget how to get to that dead-end road we used
last summer during the pool barbecues.  That's what I was trying to
remember."  He looked at me skeptically and said, "You were with your
boyfriend last night, weren't you? Did you fuck him so many times you're
not interested in doing it with me now? And, I know that's a hickey under
the Band-Aid."  Boy, he can make me feel guilty.  I said, "Robby, I always
want to have sex with you... I swear!  And, I didn't fuck him even one
time, he fucked me."  A rare pout from Robby, "You like him more than me,
don't ya?" He wasn't looking at me now.  I pulled the car over at a
seven/eleven store so I can get some of his blond flattop hair between my
fingers and pull his cute face around to look at me, then say, "Robby, I
love you... we're great together.  I do not like Willie more than you,
that's the honest to God's truth. Now, we're in your neighborhood so how do
I get to someplace where we can fuck without being interrupted?"  He has a
sheepish look on his face now as he mumbles, "Jeez, you make me crazy,
Dylan.  I knew I was sounding like a jealous bitch just now, but I couldn't
help myself... couldn't make myself stop. I'm sorry for acting like a
scorned girlfriend.  I know you love me... not as much as I love you of
course, but you love me a little."  He was grinning now so I knew the last
part was some BS ball-busting thrown-in because he felt self conscious
about making himself seem so vulnerable.  I reached over and squeezed his
neck, then said, "Directions...?" He goes, "Left out of this parking
lot..."  I made the left and he directed me to that back road we used last
year, it's partially over-grown with tall weeds... it used to lead to a gas
station, but that was years ago.  Nice and secluded, I turned off the car
and looked at him... he looked back at me and grinned again.

"You tell me, dude..." is what I said and he said,"We're gonna do it like
Friday night" and I go, "Yes!".  Robby got out of the passenger seat so I
could slide over into it.  He said, "Pull your pants down before I sit on
your lap, Dylan" I'm so happy he's giving the orders again... now, if only
he didn't give them with a question mark at the end.  He says for me to
pull my pants down like he's asking a question... it's a start though. As I
was struggling to get my pants down to my knees, Robby stepped out of his
completely and then got back in the car and straddled my legs with a knee
on either side of me.  His cock pressed into mine as he leaned into
me. Both cocks only semi firm at the moment... a situation that's bound to
be changing quite soon.  His pubes tickled my shaved crotch and his nuts
nestled next to mine real cozy like.  Hovering above me like he did Friday
night Robby gazed down into my eyes and says, "Convince me you love
me... I'm jealous of that Willie and I don't even care that I am".  I say,
"You're looking in my eyes Robby, so when I say... I love you very
much... can't you see I mean it?"  He got a little misty eyed when he
nodded his head that he believes me. Then I tilted my head back slightly
and he lowered his face to me so our lips could come together and we began
our romantic kisses... kissing like lovers kiss, kissing like each other's
mouth is the most desirable spot on earth... and at the moment it is. His
arms around my neck, mine around his waist pulling him against me.  A full
five minutes of "Mmmm... mmm" and then sloppy wet sounds as we picked up
the pace to match the sexual heat we felt.  Our cocks were dueling boners
now, Robby humping his four inch rod gently into my belly and moaning as he
licked up my nose then rubbed his nose back and forth on mine smearing his
spit as he did it, he's picked-up on many of my make-out moves and before
long I couldn't catch my breath, he's so yummy.

Both of our boners are wet with dripping precum when Robby pulls his head
away and mumbles, "Do me, Dylan... I want to feel your cock up my ass" and
it hits me we don't have lube.  Shit! We were at the seven/eleven too, we
could have bought something, vaseline at least.  I say, "Dude, we don't
have slippery stuff" and he says, "Do me hard and raw, Dylan" I chuckled at
that and said, "OK, but keep the screaming down".  I was spitting on my
fingers and reaching around to Robby's hole to wet it, I did it a half
dozen times and it was pretty wet back there, plus the precum on my dick, I
say "OK, sit on it Robby".  He gets up on his knees, reaches back to guide
my boner and wiggles it at his hole a little, sits down a bit, and the head
pops inside him.  Jesus! That felt good! Robby giggles saying, "Hurt like a
son-of-a-bitch just then" then he leans down and we suck tongues as he
slowly slides down my boner.  This feels better then with lube for me,
can't imagine Robby would agree right now though. Then he breaths in my
face saying, "Feels real good, a little painful getting down but I kinda
liked it... weird, huh?"  Back up on his knees and then sitting down till
he's on my thighs again... I'm blowing air out like I'm trying to
whistle... this feels awesome.  He starts riding my cock faster still
giggling like "This hurts... but it's good too" and it did feel like he was
sliding up and down easier.  He put the side of his face against mine and
got a really good rhythm going whispering "Oh fuck, I love this so much
Dylan... it's the best feeling in the world" I couldn't even respond I was
so close to blowing my load. Robby started doing that thing where he
tightens the muscles in his ass, the sphincter muscle as well as muscles in
his buttocks... it tightens his asshole and it's the greatest feeling on my
cock.  I'm blinking, my toes are curling in my sneakers as he holds his
face next to mine, his arms tight around my neck, and rides that cock of
mine till I blow a big burst of saliva filled air out in a shout and fire
cum up his ass... he rides my boner easy now.  So slippery!  The intensity
of the sensations at the head of my boner cause four more rapid spurts of
sperm to further lubricate that fantastic asshole of Robby's.  He held off
for thirty more seconds then moaned like he was passing a kidney stone, cum
splashed under my chin, then a wet spot through my T-shirt, then my lap is
wet... it was a mess. Robby was licking my ear moaning as he continued up
and down on my boner. What a great way to fuck... I loved it.  I grunted in
his ear, "I love you, we need to be together forever".  He kissed my mouth
and said, "That's not long enough...". It's wonderful to be loved, and to
be in love... it really is like a miracle.

Driving home after dropping Robby off I'm thinking... this was the best
weekend of my life.  I'm totally sexually satisfied and I can't say that
very often.

to be continued             Chapter 9 (Chubby's girlfriend)

Donny Mumford             thinat20@yahoo.com