DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 16
by Donny Mumford
My ass and dick are still vibrating from the three-way with Dodger and Vinnie. Lord have mercy, but those two are super hot teens! Dodger took charge of things just like his brother does, and Vinnie follows Dodger's lead to the letter. So, a couple of high school kids, one of them only recently turning sixteen, had their way with me and I loved every second of it. Supposedly this was all a result of Robby telling Dodger to 'service' me sexually while he's bedridden with the flu, but now in hindsight that sounds extremely fishy so we'll soon see how true it is because Dodger, Vinnie, and me are on our way up to Robby's bedroom. I'll soon know if I've been scammed by Dodger. There's actually a chance Dodger's telling the truth though because it's something Robby just might come up with, mostly because he and Dodger are almost the same person in many ways. They've been doing 'it' together for years and have an unbelievably close relationship, so Robby might trust Dodger to fuck his true-love boyfriend, me in this case... while he certainly wouldn't trust that worm Ryan Wilcox; not that Ryan would have a chance with me in the first place.
Dodger, still being bossy as we enter the house, says to me, "Wait there, Dylan!" I know he said that because he wants to go up the steps first... the 'leader' of the pack. He gets a fistful of my buttocks and pulls be back, saying, "You follow Vinnie up... Vinnie and me own your ass until Robby says otherwise." I think he might be serious... ha ha. My reply to that is to get a fistful of his nuts, and in a joking way, say, "Playtime is now over for you children; it's the adults' time now," and I squeeze his nuts so hard he lets out this high-pitched shrill squeal. It's such a weird noise Vinnie and me laugh out loud at it. Dodger regains his composure and drops the bossy attitude for a whiny, nagging one, "Awww, come on, Dylan, let me be the big shot so Robby's impressed." I go, "Oh sure, so you'll look like the 'man' and I'll look like a pussy... no thanks!" and up the stairs I go with Dodger trying to get past me on the steps grunting with the effort of taking two steps at a time, me using my elbows to keep the giggling Dodger behind me. To no one in particular, I sarcastically mutter, "I feel so mature doing this!"
Robby's and Dodger's bedroom door is straight ahead, music from the radio playing loudly from inside... I run through the door first, yelling, "Did you sic this sex-craved teen on me, Robby?" Looking pale, he's startled, then a weak smile followed by a frown, "What's that, Dylan?" and Dodger's in the room now, talking fast, "Remember I offered to service your boyfriend while you're sick, bro? Ya know, just to help out?" Robby tries not to smile, but a full smile comes up anyway, "What have you been up to now, Dodger?" then to me, "Dodger said something preposterous like that to me last night, but I never thought...." and Dodger's like, "Hey, you inferred, and I just wanted to help you two out." Robby's looking at me, ignoring Dodger, he says to me, "This morning I called him to ask if he'd stop at the pharmacy for throat lozenges and he asked if you were coming over so he could do 'that favor' he'd mentioned... I felt like shit so didn't ask him what he was talking about, and that's the whole story." Dodger's like, "Didn't you say something about poor Dylan's not getting his fair share of sexual outlet?" Robby's shaking his head, then he blows his nose, coughs, and says, "You were telling me how you've been screwing Vinnie twenty times a day, or something to that effect, and all I said was something about Dylan and me suffering through forced celibacy due to me having the flu." "Dodger grins, holds his hand out at Robby, as if Robby just validated his bullshit story. "See, Dylan! I read between the lines and took care of my brother's worries." Robby and I exchange looks, like, "It's Dodger... what are ya gonna do?" Robby, with a suppressed grin goes, "So that's what you were talking about on the phone a few minutes ago, Dodger?" then to me, "How was it?" and, with a fake serious expression on my face, I go, "Well, it was awesome, but be that as it may, the point is that Dodger engaged in buddy sex without a note. I mean, Dodger didn't have a note authorizing the buddy sex and I was hoodwinked into thinking you verbally authorized it, and... I mean, my ass is still buzzing and all that, but....." "Tell me every detail," says a grinning Robby, and then Dodger butts in with, "Well..." and he tells an elaborate version of what was in fact an elaborate three-way to begin with, needing no embellishment at all, although it got plenty in Dodger's retelling of it. Vinnie's sitting, Indian style, on Dodger's bed, which is right next to Robby's, listening and nodding his head at every word his idol utters, as if it's the gospel truth. I'm shaking my head, grinning at the audaciousness of Dodger, but by the end we're all grabbing our crotches, laughing and having a good time. Then Vinnie goes, "Oh my God, Dodger! I'm late, I should have left ten minutes ago!" Dodger says, "Come on, dude, I'll walk you to your car," and as they're going downstairs Dodger outlines a lie for Vinnie to tell his family as his reason for showing up late for Easter dinner with all the relatives... something about car troubles, "Be sure to get your hands dirty with grease off the engine and smear some on your face. Be aggressively pissed off...." his voiced trails off as they descend the steps.
Robby and me are looking at the door the just boys exited, grinning, as we listen to Dodger's advise to Vinnie, then Robby looks at me, and says, "I've been missing you so much, Dylan. What a horrible stroke of bad luck getting sick on a fuckin' weekend, ya know?" Remembering it's Robby who's suffering the most, I manage not to think of only myself, and say, "It absolutely sucks, Robby, how ya feeling?" Over at bedside I take his hand and hold it, trying not to think of Ryan, the baseball equipment manager sneak, being with Robby. Robby says, "I'm sorry Dodger waylaid you, but glad it turned out alright, although I'm jealous as hell." I ask, "Can we kiss yet? Are you still contagious?" Robby's like, "I think I still am so you better not, but could you maybe... you know, suck me off? I'm so horny for you." Being totally sexually satisfied myself, I hadn't even thought of doing anything sexier with Robby than a kiss, but say, "Absolutely, Robby! I love sucking your cock," as I rub his blond hair, then put the side of my face against his... he feels very warm. "Ya still got a fever?" and he's like, "Yeah, but it's gone down a lot, and it's so nice feeling your face against mine." As I kiss the top of his head, I'm wondering, "What can I catch from sucking Robby's cock... hell, what did I catch from holding hands?" and that's not to imply I don't wanna do either thing, 'cause I do, but ya gotta wonder... just saying. Letting go of his hand I get up on the bed, pulling the covers off Robby as I'm doing it, and reach in between his legs to get my fingers into the fly of his pajamas to move his limp dick around. He says, "Oh, ya better lock the door first, Dylan..." so I hop off the bed to do that; then, hearing a commotion outside I look out the window and see Vinnie's car pulling away as Mr. and Mrs. Dickers are getting out of their car calling for Dodger to help them take groceries inside. On the radio the Stone Sour group begin rockin' their hit "Say You'll Haunt Me". I'm back to Robby and up on the bed again, getting on my knees between his legs this time. He humps his hips off the bed, saying, "Would you pull my PJs down?" which I do, mumbling, "Yeah, this makers more sense." Needless to say, Robby's crotch is quite odoriferous after three days in bed with a fever, without showering. I've come to enjoy just about anything that's part of Robby though so the almost sickeningly sweet smell of unwashed cock and balls is no exception. Inhaling, I say, "Ripe!" and he goes, "Don't hurt my feeling, Dylan," so I mutter, "Sorry, just kidding," and take hold of his cock to stroke it. It firms up almost immediately, so I guess he is as horny as he says he is... and I like that.
Robby adjust himself upright slightly on his pillow, a look of great anticipations on his face. In a low voice he say, "Go ahead... um, I'm ready," and I go down on his cock with a lot of tongue and almost immediately forget about his flu, the flu germs, and his odor, to enjoy the feel of his cock in my mouth. I circle the head with my tongue as my lips caress the shaft and my fingers stroke the foreskin. Robby's big-headed cock is short, but still a mouthful, and my nose burrows into his belly as I get all of it in my mouth moving my head around, then back and forth, savoring all of it. It's firming into a boner as Robby runs his fingers through my hair moaning with pleasure. The poor boy probably hasn't even been able to jerk off with this hideous flu condition so I want to make him feel good. Pulling my mouth back off the shaft I take the saliva slippery boner between my fingers and rub the head against the inside of my cheek until his boner is rock hard, then lip the shaft and suck on the head with Robby making his familiar, quiet, "Ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh..." sounds. It's odd to be sucking Robby's cock and enjoying it like I am without getting a boner myself, but the boys drained my balls and satisfied my sexual urges just a little while ago; satisfying me for the time being anyway. No more than ninety second into the oral sex and Robby's already arching his back off the bed, humping his hips into my face. My eyes go to the top of their sockets and I see from his flat stomach the outline of his ripped abs that are normally almost invisible just under the skin. It reminds me what an athletic body Robby has, as opposed to the one that advertises itself under normal conditions. This isn't a normal condition though because Robby's in the throes of the kind of sexual excitement just preceding orgasm, and every muscle in his body is clenching to assist the flood of semen from his nuts up his penis and out the quivering pee slit in the head of his throbbing hot cock, which I've got in my mouth. Just before I feel the flow of jism, a thought passes through my mind that goes back to a hygiene thought about maybe this ejaculatory seminal fluid I'm about to be swallowing contains the flu germs just as much as his saliva, but it's too late to worry about that because with one last hump into my face, Robby makes a desperate grunt and floods my mouth with creamy boy cum; then, with another hump up off the mattress, Robby sends a second stream of spunk that overflows my throat and comes out my lips to drool down my chin. He lays back down on the mattress, weakly muttering, "Keep sucking it, Dylan... feels sooo good..." and as I swallow his cum he spreads his arms on the bed going, "Mmmmm, nice...!"
Pulling my head up I'm trying to think if I should just go head and kiss him, like I want to do, but think better of it and just lick the spunk off my chin. He mumbles, "Thank you... what a great boyfriend you are. Never ever worry about Ryan coming between us, he's just some fun sex on the side, like we talked about, you're the real true-love of my life. I love you so much!" I say, "Me too, Robby... I love you so much too." He smiles, coming down off his high, saying, "I love you more," and I say, "No, I love you more..." and we do that dumb thing for a few seconds before the door knob turns, with Dodger's asking, "What are you two doing in there that you need to lock the door?" Robby pulls his pajamas up, and then the covers, as I hop off the bed wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist, and then unlock the door. Dodger comes in looking first at me, then at Robby, before saying, "You did it! Didn't you?" Robby goes, "Don't be ridiculous, I'm too sick for sexual activity." Dodger's like, "Oh sure!" then he announces that Connor and Chubby just pulled in. Robby, looking better than he did when I first saw him, slips out of bed, saying, "Hey, guys, I'm gonna try taking a shower and maybe I can have a little dinner with everybody. I love me some of mom and dad's Easter dinner." Guess my oral sex was the medicine he needed 'cause Robby almost sounded normal. Dodger's like, "Love ya, bro... see you at dinner," and he starts out the door, then stops to look at me, asking, "You comin', Dylan?" Hugging Robby's shoulders, I mumble to Robby, "See you soon, dude," then to Dodger, "Yeah, I'm coming, but you lied to me!" As we're storming down the steps, he's chuckling, saying, "Sucker... who would believe that line of bullshit I fed you about serving you while my bro's sick? Sucker...hee hee". I smack the back of his head calling him a pervert, while reliving how he and Vinnie had their way with me in an awesome fashion, and thinking how it was one of those rare perfect storms where everything pushed my buttons the right way, and what an orgasm I had too! Damn! I'm groping myself just thinking about it all, and it happened less then an hour ago... jeez, I'd like to do it again. That thought makes me chuckle to myself... hell, I can't help it if I love, love, love me a little gay boy sex once in a while, to quote Robby's "love me some Easter dinner." Well, not quite the same thing, obviously!
At the back door Dodger stops, turns around and puts a hand on each of my shoulders, and asks, "Seriously, Dylan... are you mad at me? Please don't be." His cute face seems serious, his narrow eyebrows furrowed with a worried look in his eyes. Long eyelashes surrounding gorgeous brown eyes, an identical pug nose to Robby's with the rosy blush at each cheekbone. Silky brown hair cut in a buzz, and he just looks like the all American boy, who you might never think could be gay, but who just happens to be as hooked as much on gay teen-boy sex as anyone you'll find on this planet. I know he's conning me, but I can't resist him, and say, "You're bullshitting me again, but I forgive you," and squeeze his cheeks together. He says, with a beautiful choirboy smile, as if he just read my mind, "You can't fuckin' resist me can you?" and I cough out a laugh, sputtering, "I guess not..." and we're outside with an arm over each other's shoulders, chuckling. Chubby sees us and calls out, "Here comes trouble," and Connor just smiles shyly, looking happy to see us. It's enough to break my heart that a simple thing like a weekend away from his awful neighborhood, doing things the last couple of days, things that I take for granted, can be such a big deal for Connor. What'd he say? Something about this weekend's been like a trip to Disney World for him. Damn!
Dodger and I break apart as he heads for Chubby, and I drift over to Connor; he reaches out to tap my chest, saying, "Hiya, Dylan... wha'cha been up to?" and I mutter, "Ah, nothing... how ya doing?" and he tells me about their trip and about picking up a paper he wants to start the the last semester with... some extra credit or something. He's so conscientious, especially for a kid who's joining the Army next week. Chubby calls over to us, "Come on, we're gonna grab a smoke behind the garage," and we all drift in that direction as Connor's digging out what's left of the pack of the Marlboro Lights he bought Friday night. He offers one to me and I take it, then hug his neck muttering, "Thanks, dude..." he's beaming and I think it's because he's able to offer a cigarette instead of bumming one, not that I ever minded him bumming one. As we smoke Connor tells us kind of joke that a friend of his from the dorm told him earlier today. Connor says, "First of all this boy is from West Virginia and he's sorta a religious fanatic, but a sweet kid, a really good guy, just a little overboard with the born again Christian stuff, and very straight laced... sorta a loner who I always asks to join me and the others for lunch, dinner, whatever. Anyway, he's the last person I would expect to hear this from. Cute kid; he asks me this question seriously, and really caught me off guard, he goes, "Connor, what has six balls and fucks hillbillies?" For a fraction of a second I thought he was serious because of the questioning look in his sincere expression. I go, "Six balls and fucks hillbillies? Jeez, I don't know, what?" and he goes, "The West Virginia state lottery, that's what." Exhaling cigarette smoke we all groan here behind the garage, as Connor's saying, "No, that's what I did too. I grinned and groaned, but still wasn't sure if he's serious until he grins back, and says, "Gotcha with that, huh?" and it made me laugh then. Dodger asks, "Why's the West Virginia state lottery any worst than the Massachusetts one?" and Chubby says, "We got less hillbillies here, ya dumb shit," and we all talk at once and generally have a good time.
The Easter dinner was awesome: Honey Baked ham, scalloped potatoes, cole slaw, and corn on the cob, or you could have: turkey breast with cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy with baby peas... or do what all of us boys did, we had a plate of each. Mr. and Mrs. Dickers and the other four adult relative, who mercifully didn't force introductions onto us, sat at the regular dining room table and us guys ate at the kitchen table. Robby came down for dinner and all the adults made a fuss over him, but he barely lasted through the peach pie and ice cream dessert before excusing himself and heading back to bed; again looking pale. I can't help but worry I caught whatever it is Robby has, from his spunk. It'll suck if I get as sick as Robby... really suck! We all hang around another couple of hours, but then start thinking of school tomorrow and say our thank-yous and goodbyes to the relatives and Mr. and Mrs. Dickers, who now do torture us with introductions of the adult relatives. It goes smoothly though because they've all been drinking and are feeling no pain. Then us guys say goodbye to Dodger who sneaks a kiss on my lips, then whispers, "Don't leave Robby for me, it will break his heart I know you really, really want to, but breaking Robby's heart is something I don't want to see happen." I make a face at him, like, "What planet are you from anyway?" and he concludes with, "Be strong; settle for fantasies of me doing you. Okay? Promise me?" I'm trying not to laugh, as I say, "Sure, you're cute, but please... go away, little boy. Play with your little winky and enjoy make believe, but stop stalking me!" and he chuckles, mumbling, "Today was the best day ever, and Vinnie said so too. We think you're our idol; we've made it official... Dylan Newman is our idol and we're starting a fan club!" Before I can respond to this absurd BS story Chubby pulls Dodger away for a hug goodbye and some banter which gets them both howling with laughter... kindred spirits if ever there was one. Robby's asleep so no way to say goodbye to him and it's just a matter of waiting for Connor's second uber polite 'thank you' to the adults, and him explaining how sincerely grateful he is for what he calls, "The best meal I've ever eaten... I didn't know food could taste so good..." and he went on with that kind of thing for almost a minute. Naturally all the relatives think Connor's a dream teen now and he gets multiple hugs from all, and maybe a bit of an over-the-top hug and kiss on the cheek from one of the boy's single uncles... hummm?
Finally we're on our way to dropping Connor off at his apartment so he can pick-up a few things before we head back to Merrimack. I'm driving the Jeep telling Chubby about the asshole brothers who gave Connor trouble last Friday night and Chubby's like, "The perfect way to end Easter weekend, a free for all, kick some ass," but no one is on the apartment steps tonight and Connor retrieves his stuff without incidence; a rare treat. The three of us drive to our condos where we spent another hour with the moms who have finished waitress-ing for the evening. They're both drinking Manhattans out on the deck smoking cigarettes in great moods because they cleaned-up on tips today. It's like an extra payday for them. Chubby and I exchanged glances 'cause we've caught them smoking and Tris sees it and laughs, saying, "Swear to God, boys, these are the first cigarettes we've had in months." My mom laughs at that, adding, "Months and months...," inhaling. Chubby and me don't light up cigarettes, although this seems like the perfect opportunity to do so; we don't because we owe the moms a break... they've overlooked so many faults of ours we're happy to overlook their smoking. Mostly the talk was about Easter dinner, then funny experiences the moms had today at the restaurant, then about Connor going into the Army; then, as the moms get into their second Manhattans the conversation centers on my favorite topic, how fabulous us boys are. We try to be modest, but have to agree with the moms on most points... hahaha. It was fun, but I catch a far away look in Connor's eyes and I'm guessing he's thinking how different our moms are compared to his. Our moms feel the need to justify having a couple of cigarettes and two Manhattans, where his mom... well, it's not a fair comparison. We finally leave with more hugs and kisses. Chubby drives us back to college; it's an hour drive, and after we drop Connor off at his dorm Chubby and I take showers and get to bed, in our separate bedrooms. I wasn't motivated to try and get Chubby to sleep with me for a couple of reasons: for one, we're both exhausted, and for another, Dodger and Vinnie did a hell of a job of keeping my horniness under wraps, and lastly I'm missing Robby. It's been a while since we've made love and I really miss him.
Monday goes down like most college days, which is to say, college days are okay when they're at their worst, and awesome when at their best. Monday was much closer to 'okay' than the other. At night I get called in to Stop & Shop for a shift I wasn't scheduled for; it's because a few bag boys are out sick... the flu thing is going around. I'm happy for the extra money, but dread running into Alan and lucky me, he's the first person I see when I get out of the Jeep. He wiggles his finger at me indicating that I should follow him, and I do, with trepidation. We're in a secluded spot at the back of the "Return bottles" room, when he asks, "How are you, Newman? Have a nice Easter?" I nod, mumbling, "Yeah it was great..." and I'm thinking, "Why the fuck did I ever think this guy was sexy?" as he's saying, "Good, good... ummm, we good? You and me? Any problems? Any complaints?" I look down shaking my head, muttering, "No problems... we're good." He goes, "Okay then. Ya learned your lesson, did ya?" I want to say, "Go fuck yourself, ya moron!" but instead I say, "Yes, sir," and he sternly says, "No more of the 'sir' and 'mister' shit! Okay? It's Alan... you call me Alan. I did you a favor, but I don't expect you'll see it that way. You got a lot of growing-up to do, Newman, and you're not half as smart as you think you are either! Got it?" My face is dark red, taking this lecture from him is torture, but maybe I deserve some of it. Nonetheless, in my head I'm screaming, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" and even as I'm thinking that, I know it's immature. Finally he says, "Get to work," dismissing me. I keep my mouth shut because there's no way I should have been mocking him in the first place. No one else pays him much attention and I should have followed suit. Like I said, I kinda deserve some of what I got and, while it's hard to admit to myself, Alan totally made a fool of me... he won, but fuck it! I don't care, it's behind me now. No more old guys, or guys who think they're old!
I sign in upstairs at the office, feeling like a weight's been lifted off of my shoulders by finally being done with that Alan business. So maybe he made a fool of me, or maybe I made a fool of myself with that whole stupid game I played with him, but it's over now, and now there's even a chance I can get hired back here next year. I've never ever thought I was perfect; quite the opposite, and this is just one more example of me messin' up, but screw it... I'm moving on. Now that's I've told myself that a half dozen times maybe I actually can move on from that nasty experience. In a change of fortunes I get to bag at the register where Frank O' Neil is ringing up... he's good to look at, although not much of a talking. Frank's one of those teens who thinks it's cool to always act pissed-off, but I make him smile a few times by saying outlandish things about the shoppers; things that only he can hear, and his smile is so fuckin' cute it lights up his face and belies his pissed-off act. The only thing he'll talk about is his girlfriend and I listen politely, almost as if I care. She comes to in every night that Frank's on a register. She buys a bag of potato chips or a coke, just so she can flirt with him. A cute, thin girl who obviously has Frank wrapped around her little finger. What a waste! Frank would be a star on our team. Anyway, the shift passes quickly and on break I get a call on my cell from Cory Dunlevy, another teen with a scowl on his face most of the time. I'm smoking a cigarette with one of the retirees outside, we're talking about the Red Sox when Cory's call comes in... I check the caller ID, then say to the retiree, "Excuse me, Art, but I should take this call," and take a few steps away to say, "Hi Cory, are ya all set for our bowling date?" He hesitates, then goes, "Ahh, it's not a fuckin' date, Dylan! We're gonna go bowling like lots of guys do. Guys don't call it a date when they do something together, fer chistssakes! It's called 'going bowling'." I go, "Yep, you're right about that, Cory, but did ya ever hear of something called joking around? You know, goofin' off... that's what that comment was, a joke, dude." He says, "Oh, sorry... yeah, you're right. It's just that I don't like fucking around with gay stuff." I'm flabbergasted, and go, "Gay stuff? What's this have to do with gay stuff?" He's like, "Can we get off of that topic, please?" Holy shit! What a pain in the ass, but then I think, "Is it possible he protest too much about the gay thingie?" Avoiding an argument, I say, "You got it, Cory, no talk about gays. What time ya want me to pick you up?" I'm happy to drop the subject of gays because I'm no psychologist and I may be projecting my own wishes by thinking he protest his dislike for gays too much... he's probably just a regular run-of-the-mill bigot in that regard, and maybe I can show him he's wrong. And, mostly, I don't want to get mixed-up in another fiasco like that Alan mess, so the less I say, the better. Cory doesn't want me to pick him up at his apartment, he's emphatic about that, and it's probably because he's ashamed of it, which is stupid because it's not his fault, but I let it go. I'm gonna pick him up tomorrow at three o'clock outside the Rite Aid pharmacy; the very same pharmacy I got all discombobulated in while buying the condoms. Come to think of it though, there aren't any run down places around Rite Aid so he's probably going to need to walk a couple of miles from where he lives to get there. Of course I think of Connor, but I also give a grateful thought to how good my mom is to work so hard providing a nice place for us to live. Signing off, Cory says, "Umm, sorry if I came off sounding like an asshole, Dylan. Didn't mean to. See ya tomorrow... and thanks, it'll be fun." See, I knew he wasn't a bad kid! He's just got that chip on his shoulder.
I'm back at work bagging groceries when Robby calls me near the end of my shift. I step away pretending I'm gonna sneeze, then walk a few more feet to get behind the lottery machine and say, "Hi Robby!" and to tell me the good news that he'll be at the apartment Tuesday night and that he's feeling better so I better get my rear end ready for him. His call wiped-out the negative frame of mind Alan had put me in earlier, and the negativity of Cory's situation; now I'm in an optimistic frame of mind and really looking forward to tomorrow night with hot anticipation. The rest of my shift goes smoothly and so does Monday night at the apartment, but after sleeping with Robby, it's lonely sleeping by myself. Chubby and I drive to classes together Tuesday morning with him saying he thinks he needs to break up with Mary Jo. I'm thinking he's going to try borrowing more money to take her to dinner again... to let her down easy. I paid for the dinner the last time he tried that, and even though I hate to do it, if he tries to borrow more money I'm going to remind him that the dinner idea didn't work the other times he was breaking up with her. Chubby never asks for money though, so I don't bring it up. I didn't encourage or discourage him breaking-up because it always backfires on me when I take a stand on things like that. I merely say, "You know best, Chubby," and he pats my shoulder mumbling, "If only that were true." Chubby got called in to work tonight and he's got a ride with a girl from Merrimack. A girl he likes to flirt with who works in the bakery section of Stop and Shop, so I get to use the Jeep. Yippee! For once! And thank goodness too because it would have been awkward canceling out on Cory. He'd take it personally I'm sure. And another thing, how the hell does Chubby make friends with so many girls? One more mystery I'll probably never solve. After classes I drive to the apartment and change into my bowling clothes, which are the same as my going-to-college clothes except I put on a T-shirt. Then it's a short drive to Rite Aid where Cory's waiting for me.
He's leaning up against a pillar at the entrances, wiping his face with a handkerchief... I wonder if he ran from his apartment to get here on time? There's something so sad about that, but now I'm intrigued with his ass as he turns away from the pillar and it just sort of juts out from him. I'm staring at his awesome ass as I drive through the parking lot towards him; I can hardly believe how perfect that bubble butt ass of his is. It's perfection may have something to do with his slim body, but his ass is primo, that's all I know! He turns towards me now, away from the pillar, and sees me driving and I see him full face and marvel at his pale complexion; it's like Robby's and Dodger's except almost all of Cory's cheeks are blotches of rosy red. Dodger and Robby have smudges of rosy red just at their cheek bones, and it's very attractive, but there's too much rosy red on Cory's cheeks. Maybe Cory's even paler than the Dickers boys, which I wouldn't have thought possible before meeting him. A lady walks past Cory going into the pharmacy and smiles at him. Cory frowns at her, looking like like a little pouting kid; he's about five foot, three inches tall... very, very slim with curly white/blond hair that was long the last time I saw him, but it's now cut in a regular boy's haircut with a part on the side and a little pompadour in front. His hair's short enough that all the curl's gone and it's just wavy now. He could pass for twelve years old if he had a reason too. Well, his expression is certainly not that of a happy-go-lucky twelve year old though; it's more like someone who's carrying around a pretty big chip on his shoulder... and he's homophobic to boot. Of course, maybe he doesn't have a lot to be happy about. I know that his mother is trying to raise Cory and two sisters without the assistance of a father to help. How do these men live with themselves after abandoning their families, leaving them almost destitute?
As I'm parking the Jeep, Cory walks over to me changing his nasty facial expression from a pouting frown to a neutral one, which I take as a sign he's happy to see me. I roll down the passenger window, saying, "Hi, Cory! Hop in," he frowns at that for some reason, maybe he's uncomfortable all of a sudden, but he gets in and sits stiffly, saying, "Hi, yourself." Smiling, I reach over and gently punch his arm, asking, "Ya ready to get your ass kicked at candlepin bowling?" Another frown, as he asks, "What?" I'm backing the Jeep out of the parking space, saying, "That's another joke, Cory... I suck at candlepin bowling and couldn't kick your sister's ass at it. I was just just pulling your leg." He asks, "What?" again, and I reach over to ruffle his hair but he pulls his head away, saying, "Hey!" So, looking at him with a grin, I mutter, "Your hairdo, it's a cool haircut. I like it, don't you?" and he seems taken by surprise that I'd comment on that, but half a grin appears on his face, which is cute with the dimples. I'd like to see a full grin from him some time. His two front teeth are slightly longer than the other upper teeth and it's a very boyish look, like he just got his big-boy teeth in front. Cory goes, "Oh, thanks. I thought you were dissing me at first. About the bowling too." I got nothing to say to that, but I'm starting to suspect this ain't gonna be much fun, and my project of attempting to show Cory that gay boys can be pretty much just like straight boys doesn't seem as worthwhile as it did when I first thought of it. Still, I'm not a quitter so I'll persevere. I go, "Nah, I wouldn't diss you, Cory. Hey, we don't even need to go bowling if you don't want to... ya wanna hang out at the mall. See what's up with that?" He goes, "No, I never hang out at the mall; that's a stupid waste of time. We'll go bowling." Fuck you! That's what I felt like saying, but instead, I say, "You got it, partner. Are you any good at candlepins?" Cory goes, "Yes, I am... for an amateur, that is. Actually there's not a great deal of difference between amateurs and professionals in this sport. I bowl between 85 and 90 and professionals are around 120. It's not like ten pin bowling where perfect games of 300 happen fairly often. The highest score ever recorded in candlepin bowling is 245." I go, "Uh huh," but say no more because I'm not all that interested in the subject. That doesn't discourage Cory, he goes on to tell me he worked in a candlepin bowling alley for five years when he lived in Worcester, Massachusetts, and that's when he perfected his game. What the hell, I'm happy he has something to be proud of so I asks a few things, like: how heavy is the bowling ball... "It's 2.7 pounds as compared to ten-pin bowling balls that weight between 12 and 16 pounds". He tells me, "Candlepins are less than three inches wide and the ball is four and a half inches in diameter so that's why the scores are much lower in candlepin than ten-pin". Another "Uh huh," from me.
Inside the bowling alley the noisy rattle of bowling ball against pins overrides other sounds, but there's music too, and shouting, and little kids running around, and other kids playing computer games... it's a bustling place. I like it like this because maybe it'll get Cory more animated, more comfortable, and it does seem like he's in his element now, as he says, "Over here, Dylan... we'll need to rent shoes." I'm thinking, "Ewww! Wearing shoes that a hundred other people have worn! I forgot about this part of bowling." The man at the counter takes our shoes and sprays something in the used bowling shoes he gives to us, in exchange for our sneakers. Cory seems happy as he carries our score sheet over to an empty alley. We sit down and put our shoes on, as he says, "I'll go first," and he takes a ball from the return ball section and glides up to the foul line to let the ball smoothly leave his hand to roll down the alley to eventually knock eight of the ten pins down... looks easy, but I know it's not. Most of the pins go off the alley, but two lay around the two standing pin... in candlepin you leave the pins laying there and bowl around them or use them to knock into the standing ones. With his next ball Cory hits one of the pins laying on the alley and knocks it into one of the standing ones. You get three tries in candlepins so his third shot hits the other pin laying there but it misses the last standing pin and his score for the frame is nine. "Damn!" says Cory, then, "Your turn." After the pin machine resets the ten pins, I pick up a random ball and heave it down the alley, it bounces twice then flies down to knock all ten pins down, and I go, "Yeah!". Cory says, "You threw the ball, you're suppose to roll it, like this," and he shows me the proper way. I go, "Uh huh," and we continue the game. A full game is called a string, and at the end of our first string I end up with sixty-eight and Cory has eighty-eight. Before the next game he gives me a lesson and after the next string I total seventy-one pins to his ninety-two. It's fun, and Cory smiles once and grinned three times during the second string, so this is progress! Another lesson from Cory precedes another string, this time he touches me as he holds my wrist moving my arm back in the proper way, his body against mine... nice. He's very clean smelling and intense, and now friendlier than he's ever been. "Ya wanna do the third string?" he asks, and I'm like, "Sure!"
After the third string we turn in the bowling shoes for our own. I say, "Let's get something to eat," and Cory mumbles, "Um, I... that is, I'm embarrassed to say I got no more money." Taking a chance I put my arm across his shoulder, his body goes stiff, but I squeeze his shoulders then, saying, "My treat this time," and guide him to the refreshment bar where I order two hot dogs and two cokes. Cory's loosened up a bit by now, as he mumbles, "Oh, okay... thanks," and we sit down. I'm wondering, "Why am I taking this kid under my wing like this?" and realize I don't know why. Maybe he reminds me of Connor, and maybe I'm remembering how big a deal it was for Connor to spend a weekend with "normal" people, as he put it, and maybe I think I should have been a little more generous with my time and attention for Connor. Maybe I have a little bit of a guilty conscience in that regard. I say "maybe" with these thoughts because I really don't know, which is not an unusual circumstance for me... I'm always in the dark, or most of the time anyway. Cory's hungry apparently because he finishes his hot dog quickly, licking his lips afterward. I want to ask him a little about his life, like how's he doing at school, his friends, or if there's bullying of him in school, but I'm afraid his answers might be embarrassing or depressing, so I don't ask. Instead, drinking our Cokes, I ask, "Would you keep me company outside while I smoke a cigarette? I promise to blow the smoke away from you." He says, "I can't do that, I have CF, " and I ask, "What's that?" He tells me it's cystic fibrosis. I go, "Um, I don't know what that is," so he explains that's it's a genetic disease that causes think mucus to form in his body blocking tubes and ducts and stuff, affecting his lungs mostly. He's matter of fact about it, saying, "In 1959 the medium life expectancy for a baby with CF was six months." I don't want to hear more, but he goes on to say that if a baby is born now with CF the medium life expectancy is thirty-seven. He was born eighteen years ago, and I wonder what the medium life expectancy for him is, but don't ask. The thought of a death sentence hanging over your head, like he's living with makes me feel sick to my stomach. Jesus Christ, the things some people need to deal with! I guess I'm lucky and spoiled, like I take my good fortune for granted, and that's the second time I've had that thought today. It seems like people with bad breaks have the bad breaks just mushroom on them. Gulping, I mumble, "I'm sorry to hear that, Cory." He shrugs, then says, "They're making medical breakthroughs all the time." Oh man! My eyes are feeling stingy as I gulp down the rest of my Coke.
Outside, walking to the Jeep, for something to say, I go, "Where'd ya get the haircut, it's a good one." He goes, "I cut it myself," and I say, "No way!" and he blushes, mumbling, "Creepy, huh?" I'm like, "No, no, not at all. I cut my friends hair, and they cut mine." He does that half grin again, then murmurs, "Your friends needs some lessons in how to cut hair," and we both chuckle, with me thinking of Robby doing his best, but he just doesn't have any talent in that area. I reach over and this time he lets me ruffle his hair, as I'm going, "Hey! My feelings are hurt." He gets serious, and says, "I'm sorry," and I hug his shoulders again, saying, "That's another joke, Cory," and he leans into me going, "Oh!" but him leaning into me is definitely progress. He's more talkative on the ride back, so I take a chance an insist on driving him to his house; he murmurs, "Okay, thanks, but it's a dumpy apartment complex in Lawrence." I mutter, "So what," and follow his directions, thinking, "Lawrence? He walked from Lawrence to the Rite Aid in North Andover to go bowling?" Cory lives in an apartment much like Connor's. When we're in front of his apartment building he puts out his hand to shake, saying, "Thanks, Dylan... it's, um, kinda nice to meet a good guy for a change." I shake his hand, then pull him over for an awkward one arm hug, saying, "Let's do this again after spring break... and, hey, why don't you come over to my place for one of my roommates and my gourmet dinners... maybe we'll even do our famous meatloaf. You'll meet some other 'good guys' there." He says, "I don't know about dinner, but definitely more bowling. Thanks!" and he's out of the Jeep walking up the cracked sidewalk to the apartment building. I watch him go and just before going in the front door he turns and waves, with what I think was a smile, but he's too far away to be sure. Damn! Finally a possible full smile and I miss it.
Driving back to North Andover I'm kinda patting myself on the back for taking Cory under my wing, but at the same time wondering, "When did I become this do-gooder?" and I'm back to thinking it has to have something to do with how bad I feel about Connor's tough life and how I should have done more to support him. Then, parking the Jeep at our apartment complex, I'm thinking, "Whoa, Robby's suppose to make an appearance tonight... I forgot all about that. Damn, that's got me all excited now... I miss him like crazy! Oh boy, am I anxious to have some 'welcome back' sex with him. The thought gets my shoulders shuddering as I grope my dick... yes! This is gonna be just exactly what the doctor ordered, for both of us. Inside the apartment Chubby's doing some homework at the kitchen bar so I go over to get a hug, as he asks, "How'd the bowling go?" and before I can answer, Chubby adds, "I worked with that kid, Cory, on my last shift. He's got a chip on his shoulder." I go, "Ya think?" then tell him the bowling was great and fill him in on Cory's rough situation, including my surmising that he probably was having a crappy experience in high school, adding, "He just needs a break, a friend, and it'll change his whole outlook on life. Chubby goes, "Yes, Mother Teressa," as he goes back to his homework, with me muttering, "I prefer Father Flanagan, actually... he ain't heavy he's my bowling buddy."
I've taken detailed notes from the first two days of this semester to share with Robby and we'll review them when he gets here, but first a shower. After the shower, Chubby and I are getting a spaghetti and meatball dinner ready when Robby comes in. He's looking much better than the last time I saw him. Big smile from Robby, as he's saying, "I'm all better! Almost." and we hug and do a sloppy kiss with Chubby yelling, "Take that into the bedroom, please!" but he's smiling too and comes out of the kitchen to make it a three-way hug. Robby and me kiss Chubby on each cheek, with him protesting, "Don't get me involved in this alternate life style shit!" laughing as he's ruffling Robby's hair, "Nice to see you Rob, now maybe Dylan will stop moping around." I go, "I wasn't moping around," and one last kiss on Robby's lips, with him saying, "Mmmm, Dylan, you smell soooo good! I missed you, dude," and another quick kiss. Chubby's like, "Come on, Robby, you're turn to make the salad," and we all finish making the dinner. While eating it we fill each other in on what's been going on, minus the information to Chubby about Dodger's so-called substitute fuck for his brother.
After dinner, sitting close to each other, shoulders and legs rubbing together, Robby and I go over the school work together. I can smell him and it's a delicious aroma. Every so often I look over at his beautiful face and realize how lucky I am. Reaching up to run my fingers through his hair... he looks over at me with a grin, asking, "Wha...?" and I say, "Oh nothing, it's just that I love you so much, Robby. You being sick the past five days, then me sleeping alone, after you and me have shared this bed since September, and... I need you; that's what it boils down to... I need you." He leans his head over and kisses me on the lips, then murmurs, "Me too, Dylan... me too." I take a deep breath looking into Robby's eyes, and I don't know, he's grown so much during our relationship. It started out that he was followig me around with this mad crush on me like my puppy dog, and now I feel like that's what I'm doing to him. I love that he's accepted the dominant role in our love affair, someone's gotta have the final say or everything ends up in a stalemate, and I've come to admire and respect Robby for being able to do that. Hell, he preferred me being the one calling the shots initially, but agreed to take that role himself because that's what I wanted, and now he's like cemented into it. I just adore him! And, to hell with Ryan Wilcox! My head comes over to his for another kiss, but Robby says, "Let's get this finished first, okay?" I love that he's taken this responsible position and nod my head in agreement. Robby smiles and squeezes the back of my neck, then leans over, and mumbles, "Well, one more kiss won't hurt," and we go into a two minute French kiss, then some tongue and lips sucking that gets my cock boned up hard, and dripping in my underwear. Robby pulls away, his face flush, his breathing coming in short spurts, "You're the sexiest boy on the planet, Dylan... you're, oh my God, you're incredible!" and a quick kiss then he adjust his crotch, saying, "Come on! We gotta finish this." It's important Robby catches up on everything from the first two days because his family is taking off for the Grand Canyon tomorrow after last class, which means Thursday will be an unexcused absence for him. Monday and Tuesday are excused because of the note from the doctor... ain't it's weird that even in college you still need a doctor's note. Is it like that in the real-world work place after college? Jeez! Doesn't anybody believe anybody?
When we're caught up, Robby whispers, "Okay, now I need to be inside your body, Dylan... it's all I've been thinking about the last three days. I'm gonna make-up for lost time." I exclaim, "Oh boy!" This is our only night together until after spring break and I want it to be something to remember. Robby says, "You undress me, then I'll undress you, okay?" He still asks if I'm okay with what he wants to do, but I'm still hopeful someday he'll just say "Do it!" Oh man, a bone in my pants... haha! I lift his arms, then pull off his Polo sweatshirt, and then his tee shirt. Gazing at his naked, virtually hairless torso gets me licking my lips, his arms still in the air, his eyes on mine watching me gaze with lust at him. "Suck my titties, Dylan," and when my lips and tongue are wetly devouring his left nipple he drops his arms around my neck and holds my face against his chest. My nose is pressed against his tight left pec so I rub my nose back and forth making a quiet, "Mmmmm," groan of pleasure. I know I've been missing bodily and sexual contact with Robby, but only now am I able to see just how badly I've been missing him. It's a little bit scary to realize how deeply you need to experience loving sexual relations with another person; in this case for me it's Robby. That phrase, "Absence make the heart grow fonder," is true, but the extent of your heart growing fonder isn't realized for me until our reunion right now. I'm like captured totally by Robby's desirableness, his beauty, the familiarity of our love making, and am desperate to have it... it's like a drug that I'm hooked on... the Robby sex drug. He's rubbing my hair now, saying, "Nice.... soooo nice." Then, "Now the other one, Dylan," and I lick across his chest and up and down his sternum, before taking his other nipple between my lips and tonguing it until it's as hard as his other one... my nipples are hard too. "Okay, now my pants." I lick down to his belly button as, at the same time, I'm pulling his sweat pants to his knees. Leaving his jockey shorts on, I get on my knees and suck on his balls through the underwear, then lap along the stiffening shaft of his cock until I find the head. Sucking on that through the material until I've soaked the cotton so much I can get the head of his now hard cock in my mouth, and Robby abruptly pulls his underwear down jolting it out of my mouth, as he mutters, "Oh God! I need to feel your mouth on my bare cock..." Taking his firm cock in my mouth I suck out precum with Robby muttering, "I'm too fuckin' horny," and he cups behind my head bucking his hips and thrusting the head of his boner past my gag reflex into my throat. At first he humps my throat with a steady rhythm, but then he gets frantic and his pubic bush is now plowing into my face as he makes desperate noises in his throat before slamming his crotch in my face and pulling my face against him with both hands as he pours cum down my throat. Then another hard thrust against my face and more cum splashes against the back of my throat and I inhale it and blow Robby's sticky creamy boy spunk out both nostrils gagging and stammering for breath, but Robby won't let go of my head. He does five fast hard humps into my face, his boner ripping at my throat as I try blowing his spunk from my sinuses, but only blow a cum bubble for my efforts. Two more little spurts of cum fire from his cock before he's finally calming down, allowing me to breathe and clear my nose of cum. It's all over my top lip drooling into my mouth as his cock lays docilely on my tongue
My cock's a hard bone in my pants with precum drooling into my shorts as I quietly making a swallowing sound in my throat, still tasting and savoring Robby's cum. He takes a couple of deep breaths, mumbling, "Fucking your face was not what I had in mind, Dylan, but I lost it there because I needed to 'get off' so badly. What I wanted to do, and planned on doing, was giving my boyfriend's ass a fabulous fucking, and I still will do that tonight, so don't worry about that. I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't even remember Dodger's attempt at doing you." I grunt, "Uh huh," as I'm sucking his cock clean, and when clean of spunk, dripping with my saliva, he pulls it out saying, "But I must say that was a most awesome job of sucking me off... whoa!" Wiping his still hard cock around my face, he says, "Okay, I'm good now... I'm back from hornytown, so get yourself undressed and we'll get into bed." Smacking my lips together and sucking on my tongue to get all the remaining flavor of Robby's cock and spunk, I standup and pull my clothes off throwing them in a pile next to Robby's... no neat-freaks, no obsessive compulsives here. My cock's fairly hard and it swings out from my body attracting Robby's attention. He grabs it in his fist pulling me toward him with it, asking, "Bet you need to cum, don't ya?" and I go, "Oh yeah!" Robby strokes by cock into a very hard boner, leans down and sucks on the head of it until I'm up on my toes, going, "Oh, oh, oh.." and he pulls off my throbbing joint chuckling, then uses my cock as a leash pulling me to the bed, "Up ya go, Dylan," and I scramble into bed totally aroused and turned on by his assertiveness. "On your side," and when I get on my side he gets on his behind me and pushes the head of his cock against my anus, parting the lips so that half the head of his cock is enclosed in the lips of my anus, just like Dodger did a couple of days ago. "I taught Dodger to tease like this," he mutters, and adds, "I didn't purposely teach him to do it, but I'm always doing it to him so he's picked-up on it now. Hee hee, Vinnie yells at me for showing Dodger this tease." He pushes in another quarter inch and I go, "Ahhh, go ahead Robby!" He pulls out with me reaching down to stroke my boner, but Robby intercepts my arms and pins them to my side. With his lips against my ear, he whispers, "I'll get you off, Dylan... be patient though," and he pokes his cock head half way inside me again as I thrust back with with buttocks trying to force his cock inside of me. "Nice try," he says with a giggle, then, "Here ya go, " and he slowly forces his cock up my ass with only precum as lube, He has very little of that though because he just climaxed like a fuckin' horse ten minutes ago, but I sense now that my spit on his cock is helping too. It hurts though, so a quiet "Ow..." slips out. "It'll be okay," he says, and in a couple of minutes it was more than okay.
We lay like that, both of us on our sides, me wrapped in Robby's arms with his cock up my ass, but without him actually fucking me. He's just filled me up back there as we talk, and soon I'm babbling about how good it feels to be his boyfriend, and how much I love him. I don't know why I carry on like this except he's being so awesomely dominant and it's all just hitting me the right way, and I do love him more than I can describe, so it's a powerful combination. At one point I ask, sounding kind of whiney, "When are you gonna fuck me, Robby?" He leans over and kisses the side of my face, saying, "I'm building up some spunk for you, it won't be too long," and that made sense to me, and seemed so considerate on Robby part that I relaxed and enjoyed being in his arms with his cock up my ass... there's no other place I'd rather be. We talk about our coming separation and how he is jealous I'll be with Willie, but he tells me how he and Dodger made a pact that Dodger would play me over spring break, and Robby will fuck him in all the ways he fucks me while instructing Dodger how I'd likely responds in different situations, etc.. "It's the closest I can get to fucking you in person, and it should be fun although nothing like the real thing with you." I mumble, "Thanks, Robby..." and he asks, "Um, are you and Willie gonna do it?" I feel so under Robby's spell by now all I can say is, "I don't know, maybe for old time sake. He's changed, ya know?" Robby's like, Yeah, I'll bet, but you go ahead a have your trip down memory lane if you must, but when you get back... no more Willie! Okay?" I nod, thinking, "What happened to our open relationship? And, what about Ryan?" but say nothing to ruin this awesome trance Robby has me in. Robby licks the side of my neck, probably getting ready to build a huge hickey there; then, in the silence that follows, I ask, "How come Dodger agreed to be me on the trip... sex-wise, I mean?" Robby stops licking my neck to put his wet lips on my ear again, whispering, "Because, where sex is involved, he does whatever I tell him to do and that's the way I want you to be too. I'm working on it." I go, "Oh, okay..." and get a shiver all over me because that sounds so fuckin' sexy!! There's a lot to Robby that hidden... I mean, his baseball teammates know how ridiculously competitive he is, but they don't know he's a fabulous gay lover too, or that he almost killed one person and was about to do the same to another if I hadn't jumped on his back. Most people think he's shy, which he is except in certain situations, and there's a tendency to underestimate him because of his apparent shyness, but I'd advise against that because, as I said, just underneath the surface there's a lot more to Robby than one might think. I'm still learning about him; he's much more complex than I ever thought he could be... maybe we all are.
Giggling, Robby says, "Your hair is tickling my nose, and hey, you need a haircut! I can't have you going on spring break looking like a ragamuffin... not my boyfriend." I gulp, then quickly say, "Damn! The barber tools are at my condo, so... ya know..." He's ruffling my hair now, the hickey forgotten, "How'd we let it go so long between haircuts, Dylan?" I go, "Um, ah... I don't know." Robby pumps my ass a half dozen times making me blow saliva-laden air between my lips in a long, low whistle. He pulls out then, saying, "Come on over to the desk chair, I can at least trim around your ears so you look presentable." I'm like, "Oh man, let's not get involved with a haircut, it's so great in bed like this, Robby... please." He's sitting up, pointing at the desk chair, "Come on, Dylan, get over there... cooperate fer christsakes. Ya want Willie to see you looking like this?" Oh fuck! Not this, but I wander, naked, to the chair, my boner going down as I plop down with my bare ass smacking the leatherette seat, and fifteen seconds later, as Robby's running a comb through my hair, my ass is sweaty and sticking to the seat... comfy! He takes scissors from the desk and uses them to cut around my ears. They're incredibly sharp and closing the scissors through my hair creates a "scrunch" sound, then lots of one inch hairs scatter across my bare shoulder, and then fall onto my chest with Robby muttering, "Dammit!" which worries me. Another "Scrunnnch!" with many more shorter hairs following the first group as Robby mutters, "Nope!" to himself, then to me, "Your hair's hard to cut. We have the same color hair and all, but mine is much easier to cut than yours... just saying," and then he does another cut through my hair, at the back of my ear this time. It's followed by two more quick cuts sending a shower of short hairs off my shoulder and down my back, then Robby's rubbing around my ear with his fingers like that'll make it look better. A few careful snips of the scissors as I'm looking out the side of my eyes at Robby... he's a picture of concentration, determined to do good, but lacking the skill. He wants to be the best at everything, or if that's not possible then be at least excellent at it, but this haircutting thing just foils his best efforts. Robby's flicking the comb around my ear now, then cutting some more hairs while shaking his head, his lips pursed tightly like he's pissed; then he's mumbling, "It's not perfect by a long shot, but looks a little better anyway." Then there lots of cutting at the back of my head, down near the hairline at first, and then up a ways with the scissors held flat against my neck cutting way too many hairs. After a while Robby's like, "You have a safety razor, right? I'll even it off with that," and, on a roll now, he cuts along the outside of my hairline up the other side, up the back and around that ear. There's simply too many hairs for this to be trimming around my ears, getting the hair off my ears... no, too much hair on my shoulders and legs and the floor for that.
It's the extra clipping of my hair that Robby does, after he's already done a lot of damage, that causes me to lose my patience. I say, "Okay, okay! Let's see it now." Robby goes, "It's a little rough in some areas, but at least it's not scraggily over your ears," and he rather reluctantly hands me a handheld mirror. Totally ridiculous results! If you tried to fuck-up someone's hair you couldn't do worse than this. Most of the damage is just around the ears and up a quarter to half inch above my ears. When the hair was growing over my ears no one would probably give it a second thought, but this will have everyone gawking, wondering, "What the fuck was this guy thinking...?" I get up without a word and now Robby's looking guilty, worried, mad... whatever. I stalk into the bathroom to check out the back, and see it's much worse back there. As much as a full inch up from the hairline is raggedly cut close to the skin while the hairs directly above it are long. My eyes roll over to catch his in the mirror and he starts in with, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but your hairs fucked-up and I didn't have the clippers or anything... just these stupid scissors from the desk. I can shave the back if..." I hold up my hand, feeling bad for Robby because I know he wanted to do good with this, but he just isn't. I say, "Lets leave it like this, okay,' and he quickly says, "That's best, I'll give you a full haircut right after spring break," as if I'd go ten days with my hair looking like this! I quietly say, "I may need to get it evened out before then, Robby," and, while he's again flicking his fingertips around my ears, he's mumbling, "It looks better then before, right, Dylan?" I feel bad for him, plus I still have all those loving feeling from fifteen minutes ago, so I get up and hug him with my face next to his, saying, "Oh, absolutely... thanks for caring about how I look." He hugs back, mumbling, "You're the best," then gets a hand on each of my shoulders to push me away a little, asking, "Really, do you think it looks better than before?" and I go, "Oh, yeah... much better," and he says, "Maybe if I try to get this pointy bald spot above this ear rounding out..." and I'm like, "No, no... I'm good! I like it just the way you cut it," but he insists on a couple of more snips. Then, the palms of his hands are all over me brushing off the hair clippings making it almost worthwhile 'cause I love feeling his hands on my naked body. He finishes that, saying, "Okay, I took care of that for you.. now I'm going to take care of something else!"
Back in bed, wrapped in Robby's arms, face to face, he's kind of rocking me, mumbling, "This is the best feeling in the world; your naked skin against mine. We're perfect together, don't ya think?" and I say, "Yes, perfect!" Robby kisses my face about ten times, then he leans up and rubs around my ear again, where he butchered my hair, saying, "It's better, but it's still uneven. If I had the clippers I could even it all out with an attachment, ya know? But, hell, with just the scissors..." and he trails off, obviously still feeling guilty. Then, when I say nothing, he asks again, "Still, it looks better than before, right, Dylan?" and I murmur, "Oh yeah, like I told ya already." He seems satisfied now and nuzzles in closer, asking, "How do you want me to fuck you? Any way you want is good by me..." I say, "You choose," and he chuckles, saying, "Right answer," and kisses my mouth which sets us off on another wet sloppy make-out that makes me forget all about my hair. When both our cocks are bone-hard between us again, Robby starts licking my face like, many years ago, Chubby's cat licked her kittens... short licks, but with Robby he's spreading his saliva around my face. "Mmmm, you taste so good, Dylan," then a long lick around to the side of my ear, where he whispers, "Do you love me?" and I gasp with arousal, muttering, "More than anything," as he drools spit into my ear blocking it so everything sounds muffled. He says a muffled, "I want to cover you in my spit so all you can feel or smell is me," and he licks up into my hair across my forehead where he soaks the hairs at my hairline with his saliva until the hairs lay flat. Then back to my gapping mouth as I pant in heat and our tongues lap together, followed by a wet sloppy kiss and then, with my tongue sticking out of my mouth, Robby does another swipe of his tongue against mine and another sucking kiss before he licks up the front of my nose, then again, then again, and I inhale his saliva from my nostrils and cough some of it up from my sinuses into my mouth before swallowing it.
Robby lifts his head away slightly, asking in his sexiest, whispery voice, "Who do you love the most?" and, after another cough, I sputter, "You Robby, always you." He leans down to wipe his tongue up the front of my nose again, before saying, "Even if we're not perfect, we will always be each other true love, right? I mean, we all make mistakes, sometimes getting carried away with another, but we love each other the most, right?" I go, "Right," wondering, "What the fuck is he talking about now?" Could it be he found out something I did in the past, and he wants reassurances? I'm sure as hell not about to ask him what he means because this is way too sexy to screw it up by me making excuses or apologies. I'll let that comment just lay there. Satisfied with my lack of response, probably taking it as my compliance with his pronouncement, he goes back to licking my face, licking around to the other side of and eventually filling my other ear with spit, and now I really feel like I'm part of Robby as I hug him back tightly moaning, "Robby, Robby, Robby, fuck me...." He mutters, "This is the most awesome time..." then, one last sloppy kiss on my lips, and he says, "Get over into a ball like you do in the pickup, your knees up at your chin." I rustle around in bed, desperate to feel his boner up my ass again, and get my arms around my knees, my forehead on the mattress, my back arched, and my ass up in the air. Robby mutters, "Good... get your ass up a little more though," and when I do he rubs the palms of his hand over both my buttocks breathing noisily through his nose. Then, "Wait a minute, you need to suck my cock to get it all slippery," and he smacks my ass hard, "Whack!!" as he says, "Get around here," and on my hands and knees I turn around to see that he's up on his knees, holding his stiff cock between two fingers... I take it in my mouth and drool spit on it while sucking the head, and then load the head up with saliva and then twirl my body around to get in my tight ball again, being sure my ass is up for Robby. He lets out a lot of air, then teases me with the head going only half way in past my anus, saying, "Ask for it, Dylan," and I go, "Fuck me, Robby... please fuck me..." and in goes the head, tight and awesome... I see sparklers go off behind my eyes at first, then the sensation in my balls is all I notice; they tingle and move in their sack as Robby pushes his full four inches of boner up inside me with another hard, "SMACK!!!" on my ass using the palm of his hand. He murmurs, "Oh my God, yes!" as he withdraws his cock all the way out, then plows it back up and it's quickly the best thing in the world and I'm drooling down my chin making "Shssss'in" sounds to keep from squealing. Robby takes a deep breath, gets a hand on both my shoulders and fucks me in a frenzy for a full minute, with me going, "Ohh!" with each drive up my ass. My cock gets to maximum stiffness, then stretches the skin a little more while precum drips onto my thigh.
Grunting from the erotic sensations associated with plowing his boner up my ass, Robby slows down the thrusts and then pulls out. He breathlessly says, "On your back, spread your legs..." With my boner swaying to and fro I flop over and spread my legs. Robby roughly forces both his hands under my buttocks massaging them, his eyes shining, and his breaths coming in little bursts. Staring into my eyes he goes down on my boner and taking it into his throat while continuing to grope my ass cheeks. Then he pulls off my cock and sucks my balls and licks around my shaved pubic area; then, spreading my buttocks apart he gets on his knees and shimmies up to line his cock head with my asshole and humps forward entering my body and I go, "Ahhhhh, oooh, ohh yeah..." as in goes his boner until we're crotch to crotch and Robby's cock is no where to be seen. He leans down until our noses touch, my lips stretching towards his. He asks, "Who do you love, Dylan?" I tighten my sphincter around his hard cock, and quietly say, "You, Robby, only you..." as his lips cover mine and he begins sucking on my lips and tongue until I'm so hot my eyes are watering. A sloppy last kiss and he straightens up to hammer my ass with his cock, smacking his crotch against my ass in what becomes a wet delicious experience with sweat forming between our bodies down there, and drops of sweat dripping off Robby's face landing on me with quiet pitter-patter 'splat' sounds. Robby's got my arms pinned, a hand on each of my biceps, leaning over me as he fucks me and we both begin making desperate sounds getting closer and closer to climax. Robby's eyes and lips close tightly, his head comes down so that it's bumping my forehead just above his hairline as he picks up the speed of his penetrations and I'm sure he's going to blow first, but it comes on me fast and I go, "Eeeeeeeeeeeee," as cum forces it's way from my balls, up the hard shaft of my boner, and out in a hard stream from my quivering pee slit, some of it splashing against the front of my nose. My back arches off the bed as my legs go around Robby and I tighten every muscle in my ass and belly to help propel another fast moving string of spunk that comes straight out from my cock, no more than an inch above my body, and the furthest cum splatters reaches my chest and then the string of cum settles down to make a line from my left nipple to my bellybutton. Two more spurts that sputter-out about three inches from the head of my throbbing cock have me in ecstasy, and then Robby cries out, "Ohh, oh ahhhhhhhhh," and fills me up again, this time filling up my rectum. It's probably not as large a load as he shot down my throat, but it feels awesome up my ass and the sticky wet sounds accompanying each thrust up inside me adds to the thrill of this fuck. The very thought of his sperm inside me is magical to me... I love it!
Breathing hard now, his eyes open again, a small grin on his lips, Robby pumps my ass for a bit longer than pull out and flops down on the bed next to be, turning as he flops so he lands on his back. Putting his left arm under my neck he pulls my sweaty face against his even sweatier face while, with his other hand, he strokes his cock. His chest is heaving as he's murmuring, "Oh, man... do I love me some Dylan ass." I lean into him feeling wonderfully loved and sexually satisfied, my arm goes over his body so I can hug against his taut excellent male body. This is what a body should feel like, not soft with mounds of tits, wide hips and fat asses. Mmmmm, this is perfect! Robby goes up on an elbow to lean over and rub noses with me, a few drops of sweat from his forehead almost going into my eyes, then his mouth is on mine again and our tongues lap together as our sweaty faces squish against one another; then he's on top of me and our sweaty bodies mold together as we squirm against each other spreading the spunk on my belly and chest, mixing it with our sweat. Moving his knees up to spread my legs he reaches down and guides his cock to my ass, then humps pushes up inside me again as we both let out a low, "Ahhh," into each other's mouth. My legs go around Robby's waist as naturally as breathing, and he begins fucking me slowly as we continue to make out. I don't know how long we do it, but how ever long it was wasn't long enough to suit me. Robby finally says, "I love you so much, but I gotta pee and I know I'm not cumming again for awhile, so I need to pull out of you." I murmur, "Noo! Don't pull out," but he already is doing it and all of a sudden my asshole feels so empty, and so wide open. Some of Robby's cum from his earlier climax drools out of my asshole to roll slowly off my buttock onto the sheets.
After Robby's pee he turns the shower on, yelling to me, "Come on, Dylan... take a shower with me." In the shower we act like love sick dorks kissing and washing each other, but I love it, and it seems Robby does too. After the shower I put The Counting Crows' CD on and we make a snack of scrambled eggs and rye toast marveling that we're hungry after the big dinner we ate earlier. Chubby is out for the night so after Robby and I finish our snack we have cigarettes on the balcony, then change the sheets on our bed and go to sleep in each other's arms... an awesome evening! Wednesday morning Robby wakes me up by biting my ear. He has a mischievous look in his eyes as he asks, "How's your ass feel?" I mumble, "It's a little sore," and he says, "Okay, I'll use some KY this morning," and he does. We don't do a lovers fuck, but rather a hot sexy humping... me on my belly and Robby flopping up off of me in a fast, hard fuck that makes me soil the new sheets we put on the bed last night. It's like a firecracker went off in my balls when I climaxed and I make a silent scream of pleasure as my orgasm explodes. I intended my silent scream to be a loud Rebel yell, but it came out as a hollow hiss... what a fantastic climax! Robby's climax follows, and he's driving his cock in my ass so wildly at the end he inadvertently pulls out of me to shoot a long string of cum up to the back of my head, but then gets his boner back up my ass to shoot three more good spurts of spunk up there as he does some long exhales that are filled with misty saliva spraying on the back of my neck. He turns me over and scrambles up my torso to sit on my nipples, then feeds his dripping cock into my mouth. I suck on that thing for all I'm worth, while pulling on my cock to beat the band. We end-up laughing out loud at how horny we are; then, a kiss and another shower, and then we hurry getting dressed, still with the giggles, trying not to be late for class, but we are anyway. The professor said, "Nice way to start the last semester, Dickers... miss the first two days, and be late on the third day." Robby frowns and looks down, mumbling "Go fuck yourself," under his breath so that only I can hear, and that gets me doing my fake cough to hide my laughter.
Robby left North Andover right after last class, and now I won't see him until after spring break. He'll be in Arizona at the Grand Canyon banging Dodger, while I'm in Key West Florida with Willie doing... I don't know what. Robby kissed me on the lips in the parking lot before he left, and when I mentioned the kiss was a bit reckless here in the open, that one of his teammates might be around, Robby said, "Oh, I don't care... I want to be who I am. I gotta be that person eventually." I go, "Yeah, but..." but he was pulling away in his pickup blowing be a kiss, then a wave goodbye, and I miss him already. After watching the pickup drive out of sight I wander down to meet Chubby for a ride to our apartment. Tomorrow is the last day of class before spring break... Willie's picking me up at the condo Friday morning, and I'm kinda excited about Key West.
to be continued....
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