DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 2
by Donny Mumford
Robby and me have made our way to the Quad in the Sak center where we see some of the kids we hang with, plus my best bud of all time, Jeffrey Romero, who I nicknamed 'Chubby' when we were kids, but for the opposite reason one might think. Chubby and me do the one arm hug, hand shake, and pat on the back. Then, to be outrageous, Chubby gives me a big wet kiss on my cheek and some of the guys yell, "Gay alert, gay alert!" Chubby gives them the one-finger-salute, smiling, and saying, "Here's your alert! He's my bro." Then, with far less enthusiasm than my greeting for Chubby, I acknowledge Chubby's constant companion of late, "Hi, Sam..." She gives a lethargic, "Yo," but doesn't bother to look up. She's been pretending to read a book called "War and Peace" since last September. Who takes five months to read a book? I wouldn't be surprised if the book's just a pretentious theatrical 'prop' she's been carrying around since middle school. Robby can't stand her so he bumps fists with Chubby, but says nothing to Samantha; instead he turns away to talk with Connor Neary, who's with his roommate, the pompous Josh McDaniels. Josh is husky with a brash manner, and he's not especially good looking either, but he exudes the sort of self confidence that borders on arrogance. Even though they're roommates, I can't for the life of me understand why Connor hangs with him, except they both have a weird liking for Jazz. I always thought that jazz was for old people who don't know about the birth of rock 'n roll. Anyway, a lot of guys have roommates they're okay with, but they don't hook-up socially every day.
Chubby's got this good-natured joke about being a jazz pianist when he graduates. I gotta laugh every time he pulls this 'cause tells tells it with a straight face, and guys will go, "Oh, you play the piano?" and Chubby's like, "Well, no... not yet, I'm still going to college." All that with a real serious demeanor, then Chubby smoothly moves on to another topic, or factoid, or something so no one gets to ask a WTF type question. He's a riot except and I love him but he's hooked up with this bitch Samantha Brown and I just don't totally get it. We met her at the one and only mixer we've been too, and she took an immediate dislike of me. Maybe she senses that I felt she was creepy right from the start; could it have been my lip curling that gave me away? Oh, by the way, we found out too late that only losers go to mixers. Who knew? Samantha's taller than Chubby by three or four inches, thin with a huge rack on her; Chubby claims that's what intrigues him about her. She's average looking, but with above average attitude of the wrong type. She thinks Chubby's too good for the likes of me and Robby because, for one thing, we're too childish. That's what she told me at one of Tracy McGrady's early beer parties one Saturday afternoon. She'd been trying to keep up with the boy's drinking beer and was therefore a little drunk herself. But still, can you imagine the nerve of this bitch saying Robby and I are immature, and a bad influence on 'Jeffrey', as she calls him. So now, anything immature that Chubby does is blamed on our bad influence. When she curtly told me I had a less than brilliant retort... I yelled, "You suck!" That's all that came to mind: I've never been good at quick come-back lines. And, to make it worse I burped when I said it to her so it came out like I was smashed and slurring my words.
She said I was disgusting and stalked away. What a bitch!
Right on cue, Sam interrupts everyone's conversations, saying loudly, "It's been grand you, but Jeffrey and I have an engagement that we really must leave for now." Chubby makes a smirking face, and says, "Yeah, we're going to the movies, anybody wanna come?" Sam purses her lips and narrows her eyes in annoyance at Chubby as Josh asks, "Whaddaya gonna see?" and Sam triumphantly says, 'Black Swan' of course; it's been nominated for a number of Academy Awards. Guys exchange perplexed looks; the only one who shows any interests is the pretentious one, Josh, who asks Connor, "Ya wanna go?" Connor shows his cute grin, before politely saying, "I don't think so." Robby's more direct, "Are you shitting me, that movie's about freakin' ballet dancers!" and most everyone groans, muttering, "Oh forget about it." Samantha's rolling her eyes at us lowbrow clods while I check for Chubby's reaction. He glances at me, then blurts out a little nervous laugh, blushing slightly, as he says, "It's rated 'R'! I didn't know it's about ballet." Then he says to Sam, "Hey! There's more to the movie than ballet, right?" She acts exasperated, shaking her head slowly, then condescendingly explains, "The movie depicks two ballerinas in competition to be the lead in 'Swan Lake' which requires the ballerina to be able to perform both the white swan and the black swan parts and soon the dark side of one of the ballerina's is exposed." Chubby's rolling his eyes now, then he crosses them and does something with his mouth, like maybe he's about to toss his cookies. One of the kids in the back does an exaggerated yawn, saying, "Boooorrr-ing!" which really pisses Sam off so she grabs Chubby's arm and stalks off with Chubby looking back mugging like mad.
What a waste! I do have my theories about why Chubby's hooked up with this cretin though, not the least of them being she has a boy's name. It all started after Chubby and I experimented with some brother sex together following one of the drunken graduation parties last year. The next day he went in search of a steady girlfriend, which turned out to be the annoying Mary Jo. She's the only steady girlfriend Chubby ever had until now where Samantha's his second. I think he likes the image of himself being a stud, always with a girlfriend so no one, himself included, would ever think he's gay. He's probably boinking her so I guess he's more like a bisexual than gay, although in my heart I know he's more like me than he's willing to admit. That's okay with me if it's what he truly wants. All I want is to always be Chubby's number-one best friend, and for him to be happy. The last word on Chubby and Sam, as far as I'm concerned, is this: I think he purposely choses controversial girls like Mary Jo and Samantha because he finds it amusing to tweak everyone's sensibilities. Chubby's about having himself some fun; well, except for a while there during his window washer days when he just wanted his life back, but we don't talk about unpleasant things from the past. We took care of that situation, and moved on.
Robby's occupied talking with a kid I don't know, so I do a little wave at Connor who takes the opportunity to come over and quietly say to me, "Hi, Dylan, everything okay with you?" I go, "Connor Neary, you're looking good enough to eat!" as I bump fists with him, "and everything is going good with me except for this fucking weather!" He goes, "Yeah, it sucks alright. Hey, did I tell ya the one about the two Irishmen in a pub?" He probably did, but I don't remember it. Connor's always got a joke to tell and I'm guessing it's his way of overcoming his shy side. I pretend to be thinking if I've heard the joke, then shake my head 'no', and he goes... "Well, these two Irishmen are drinking beer in a pub when through the window they see a Baptist minister walk into the whorehouse across the street, "Aye, tis a shame to see any man of the clothe goin' bad!" Connor's telling the joke with a great Irish accent, he goes, "The men have another beer and watch a Rabbi look around and then go into the same whorehouse, "Aye, even the Jews have a fall from grace," the Irish drinker say. Then a catholic priest goes in the whorehouse without even hesitating, and one of the men shakes his head, and says, 'Oh, what a shame, someone must be seriously ill!" I just stare at him until he says, "Last rites!..." I keep staring, and he chuckles, then says, "Okay, the joke sucks!" I go, "The punch-line was slightly telegraphed too!" He grins, and says, "Not everyone's as smart as you, Dylan." I exclaim, "Ha! Me being smart, that's a good one!" and give the back of his neck a squeeze and his long hair grazing my hand like a thousand strands of silk. Jeez, he's so attractive, and so nice too. Connor fidgets a bit, then, without looking at me, says, "Um, I'd sure like to talk to you sometime; just you and me." I smile at him, and teasingly say, "Talk?" and he blushes, looks down and mumbles, "Ah, also, can I come over to your place sometime for a haircut?" I tease him some more, "Ya mean when nobody's home but me?" He punches my arm lightly, and chuckles, "Well, that would be nice too. Ya know I'm still carrying around this monstrous crush on you." Man, I feel bad Connor hasn't had any luck getting hooked up with someone. Last fall I tried fixing him up with a strange, but exotic kid named Gary Rothingsburger, who I met in Wildwood last summer. Gary's a classical pianist, a prodigy actually, who's attending Berklee College of Music. He also happens to be gay and in need of a fuck buddy. Connor has a passion for music of all kinds and needs a fuck buddy so why not hook the two of them up, right? Berklee's located in Boston, not twenty-five miles from Merrimack, convenient, ya know? So anyway, the weather was nice back then and I suggest to Gary he ride his motor scooter over for a visit. As usual, Gary wanted to fuck me, but I explained about me going steady with Robby and introduced him to Connor; then I hung-out with them all day so they could get comfortable with each other. Unfortunately nothing sexual developed then or since then. They've become friends, but no sexual side to the friendship... shit happens sometimes, and sometimes it doesn't.
Connor's awesome; another dreamy looking boy, youthful looking and yummy. Robby, Chubby, and Connor are the three best looking of all my peers, and then there's everyone else, like Gary who's interesting looking, but not in a beautiful way like Robby, or cute like Chubby, or yummy like Connor. My ex-boyfriend, Willie, is cute too, but also in a different way from the top three. Willie has long facial features that give him a unique appearance, but combined with his attractive smile, it makes a cute face for a boy. Totally great skin and hair too, and a cute, almost innocent self-centered, bossy manner about him. He's replaced me as his main boyfriend with a cute kid named Andy Scully, who's sorta 'funny' cute, which is to say he's the kind of cute that's great in the teen years, but won't translate to good looks later in life... he'll be an odd looking adult, in other words. I probably spend too much time gawking at and analyzing the 'looks' of boys I run into, but I'm hooked on boys around my age. Also, maybe I overdo it because I'm making up for the lost years; you know, before I knew I was gay. It may seem like a goofy thing to say, but it feels like I've been trying to catch up every since Carl Denton showed me what my true sexuality was, and I must say he showed me it in a convincing manner that left no doubt in my mind what I am. I sure came around to Carl's way of thinking quickly. Once in a while I still think of Carl, and always with gratitude. He certainly was bold in his approach, and probably took advantage of me, but because of his so-called mentoring I soon discovered the exhilaration of boy on boy sex, and developed an appreciation for the beauty in the young male form, both face and body.
Getting back to Connor: I believe his looks qualifies for what they call, black Irish, meaning he's pale complected with dark brown, almost black, hair and dark blue eyes. The term can be ambiguous though because I also think it sometimes refers to a medium complected Irishman with dark hair and brown eyes... it's a stupid term in any case. The bottom line is this: Connor's a cute, wonderfully sweet kid who's had a terrible childhood and really deserves something nice in his life. He developed this crush on me in our senior year and it's so flattering, but I've had a boyfriend, either Willie or Robby, for almost two years now and therefore we've never really had the chance to be 'boyfriends'. Even so, Connor and me managed to experiment with a little sex together so I know first hand that he's a real innocent. I'm pretty sure he's never been with anyone else, and that includes girls. It's very likely he's exclusively homosexual, as am I, although neither he nor I ever actually said those words. Most of what Connor says about having a crush on me is probably just goofing on me anyway. Crush or no crush, I know he'd like to screw around, just the two of us, but he doesn't push it because of my boyfriend situation. Last summer he was hanging out with Joe Perkins a lot although I can not believe he'd be sexually attracted to him, and anyway Joe's in a New York college so he's not a candidate to be Connor's sex buddy. Other than that, I'm unaware of any other potential 'fuck-buddy' candidates for Connor and, as I said, I think I'm the only sexual experience he's ever had, and our limited time together went fast... real fast; almost comically fast. He popped off almost before we got going, is what I'm saying. The long and the short of it is that I'm guessing Connor is a desperately horny fellow, and I feel bad for him.
A second ago, when Connor asked if he could come over for a haircut it made me think of the butcher job Robby did on my hair and it made me smile, and I think Connor got the wrong idea, and that's why he said that thing about still having a monstrous crush on me. With a grin on my face, I don't comment on that and instead ask, "Anyway, what'd ya want to talk about?" He goes, "Um, you know, about the stuff you and me did together, and stuff like when you're planning to dump your boyfriend so we can do it again." He says that with a straight face, but he's always joking so I assume he's joking now too. Remembering the very quick orgasm he had when we messed around together last summer, I say, teasing him back, "Oh, ya mean if I have a free ninety seconds someday," and I get my arm across his shoulders to jostle him a little in an affectionate way, so he'll know I'm kidding him. Even so, he goes, "Oh, don't be mean, Dylan... you're not like that!" I say, "Hey, Connor, I'm joking... you and me joke around, right?" He shrugs, then asks, "How 'bout the haircut anyway?" I pull his hat off, saying, "Let's have a look," and sure enough, he needs a haircut in a big way. Incredulously, something becomes obvious to me, and so I ask, "Don't tell me you haven't had a haircut since I gave you the buzz cut late last summer?" He runs his fingers through his really nice hair, it's all the same length all over his head at five inches long. He bites his bottom lip, then says, "Yeah, that's the last time, but... um, well I asked you twice in the last couple of months for a haircut and I guess you where too busy then, 'cause ya never got back to me and I hate going to a barber; they cost nineteen bucks, and anyway, I like when you cut it." Fuck! He's right! He did ask me a couple of times, but college life has got me acting like an airhead at times. I remember talking to him before Christmas and promising to give him a haircut, but never doing it, and then the time he left a message on my cell phone right after the first of the year about a haircut, and I forgot about that too. No more joking, being very sincere now, I say, "Connor, I'm so sorry. I fucked that up and of course you were too nice to remind me about my broken promises back then." He takes his hat back and puts it on, looking down, mumbling, "Hey, I'm not gonna nag you about it... you're the one doing me the favor." Sounding a little emotional now, he adds, "Hell, you've done me a lot of favors," and he looks up now with watery eyes to say, "and I wouldn't even be here at college if it weren't for you." I go, "Noooo, that's not right. You did it all yourself." I want to hug him so badly, but I don't. Instead, I say, "I'm working at Stop & Shop tomorrow till seven, can ya come over the apartment after that." He wets his lips, his dark blue eyes sparkle, maybe it's the water in them, as he goes, "Yeah, sure... is it okay? I mean with your roommates..." Now I do hug him around the shoulders, then say, "Of course it's alright!" and before I can say more Robby's back over with us, asking, "Whassup?" and I tell him about Connor coming over for a haircut tomorrow after work. The word 'haircut' has Robby looking anywhere but at me, he mumbles, "That's cool, no problem," then he looks at Connor, and says, "Ya sure need one, dude," as he flips at the hair covering Connor's left ear, as that long drink of water, Julian Endelman, comes up behind Robby and Connor to pat them both on the back, asking, "You girls want to chip-in for a quarter keg? We're all meeting at Tracy's again this afternoon." I say, "No thanks," as Connor and Robby are saying, "Yeah, sure!" Julian says to me, "Looks like you're out-voted Newman. It's ten bucks each, cough it up!" I ask, "Ten bucks?" and he says, "Yeah, we're getting some food and some big boy booze too." I groan while handing over two five dollar bills, but what the fuck; we're in college so it's our obligation to waste our parent's money, right? Truth is, most everybody here is going to college on student loans; not their parent's money. Yeah, when we finally graduate we'll be doing so in debt up to our eyeballs! But fuck that: that's then, this is now... their right, let's party!
When Julian leaves to recruit others for the beer party, I act like the responsible one, "Swell, Robby! When are we gonna do those two fucking papers that are due Monday? We've put them off all week." Robby's like, "Chill, dude," and he sneaks in a squeeze on my ass, "We'll do it after dinner tomorrow, no sweat!" Connor says, "See you guys at Tracy's..." Then he goes over to see if his asshole roommate, Josh, is going to party with us this afternoon, and I sincerely hope he's not! And, he's not. Connor's back, asking, "Can I hook up with you guys? Josh don't feel like drinking toay." Robby gets his arm around Connor's neck, saying, "How's about you and me dump the party-pooper here," pointing at me, "and then we'll party together until we get ourselves into some kind of trouble?" Connor's like, "I wish!" which makes me do a double take. As we're putting on our hooded sweatshirts, gloves, and scarves, I'm wondering, "Would Robby really mess around with Connor? Just the two of them? Then I thought about a three-way with the three of us and wonder how that would work. Nah... too risky, too many things could go wrong, or be misinterpreted, but still, looking at those two walking together... yum!! Robby's been getting text messages from that meeping asshole Chad Bundy for the last three months begging Robby to get back together with him, which is a far cry from the pompous attitude he had when he and Robby where boyfriends. I'm not worried they'll get back together so much; my problem is Robby shows me the messages and I don't really want to read how awesome Chad thinks Robby is. Last week I almost said, "Yo, Robby... yeah, that's cool, oh... by the way, would like like to read about a hundred emails and text messages I've gotten from Willie since I broke up with him?" but I didn't. Robby used to say that Chad was his boyfriend-on-the-side, which is how I categorized Robby back then when I thought Willie was my main man. Gawd! How wrong was that! But still, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't throw Chad in my meeping face... ya know? I think about Willie sometimes too, but I never bring him up to Robby, and I'm not saying I'm better'n Robby or more considerate because of that... just saying, you know, the facts of the matter.
As far as the keg parties goes, Tracy's a good ol' boy from Mississippi who speaks like he's from the northeast 'cause he's been going to private school in New Hampshire since grade school. His mother went here at Merrimack, which is why Tracy's here instead of some Ivy League University, I assume. From what I've heard, Tracy's father inherited three McDonalds franchises from his father, so that makes Tracy a rich boy. His parents rent this big condo for him, and it's become the place to hang for guys in our classes, and their friends are welcome too. It's located a mile from the college and is just perfect for parties. His parents are either extremely naive or perhaps they're wicked party animals themselves and they're encouraging their son to enjoy their party passion too. Or, there's a chance the parents are just plain stupid, that's another possibility; rich, but stupid. Anyway, the condo is a three-story end-unit: first floor has the kitchen, fireplace and family room with attached eating area and a half bath... three bedrooms on the second floor with two full baths, and the third 'floor' of living space is a finished walk-out basement with a half bath. The place has lots of bathrooms and they all come in handy at our beer parties. At the first party last October there were about twenty-five kids roaming around the place; this week, when we get here there's more than twenty-five already... word of mouth spreads fast. Robby, seeing all the kids, exclaims, "Quarter keg, my ass! They need at least a half keg!" As it turns out they got three separate quarter kegs and some hard liquor, so there's plenty of adult beverages. After an hour or so of drinking beer, eating pizza, and bs'ing one another, the three of us, Robby, Connor, and me challenge other teams in a drinking game called 'Beer Pong' which involves bouncing ping pong balls into plastic cups faster then the other team can do it, thus making the other teams drink. We add a money kicker, meaning each guy throws five bucks in the pot and the last team standing wins the pot.
We play the game on a ping pong table in Tracy's finished basement and naturally the girls want to be like the guys so they get a team too and, not surprising, a half hour into the game a member of the girl's team is the first to vomit. She does it in the bucket that's here for that purpose so at least she got that right. What happened is this: a perky little thing with pigtails chugged her third cup of beer in a row, turned white and threw-up a lot of foamy stuff as us guys were sympathetic going, "Awwww, that's a shame," smirking at each other. The problem you run into with this game is, the more turns you lose, the more you drink, and the worse you are at bouncing ping pong balls into cups, so you lose again, and it quickly becomes a downward spiral leading eventually to barfing. Twenty minutes later Jeff Higgens is next to go off. He appeared shocked about it too; I guess he thought he was just going to burp after chugging eight ounces, but instead everything comes up. We're all laughing now as everyone is getting a little loaded. Robby, who can't drink worth a damn, is next to throw up, but with a twist; he throws up on the fuckin' ping pong table which gets everyone booing. So we're out of the game too and Connor and I need to spend ten minutes cleaning that mess up. Yeah well, that could have gone better.
When the ping pong table's clean enough for the next game, Connor, Robby and me wonder into the kitchen where Robby rinses his mouth out and we all refill our beer cups and go outside on the balcony for a smoke. Connor says he's giving up smoking 'cause they're too expensive, but he takes one of mine anyway and then asked for another one when he finishes the first. By now there's more than sixty kids packed in and around the condo, and a number of them are under the balcony we're standing on. Looking down we can see that someone's started a fire in an outside fire pit which is normally used for cool fall evenings, and is not intended to be fired-up in the middle of winter. Soon the unmistakable smell of pot wafts up to the balcony mixing with the smoke from the burning logs and that of our Marlboro Lites. We force-feed ourselves the freezing cold beer as we shiver and shake with Connor's doing clumsy bumps into me, pretending it helps him stay warm. He's mumbling, "We should'a put our hoodies on before coming out here!" Then he kinda trips into me as he's passing by, heading inside to take a piss, and I give him a hug... he feels good. He stays in my arms, his head on my shoulder, his long soft hair against my neck, and goddammit, I'm getting another boner. Robby makes some kind of throat clearing noise, so I say, "This boy's fallen into a drunken sleep... let's throw him over the balcony." Connor goes, "Say what?" and straightens up, then, smiling, continues on his way inside to do his business. He'd pretended all his clumsiness is accidental, but obviously he'd done it on purpose and I sure didn't mind a bit 'cause I like the feel of his body. So, apparently not all of his talk about having a crush on me is bogus goofin' off. Frankly I'm flattered he finds me desirable; he sure is. Robby gives me a smirking expression with a nod of his head in the general direction of Connor, but what he means by that, I simply don't know. Then, when Connor's out of earshot, Robby asks, "Should I take off, go home or something, so you two can get it on?" Keeping it light, I go, "Yeah, would ya?" and smile at him.
He's half in the bag already and hesitates a second, then comes over to me and pulls me past the sliding door up against the outside of the condo. My backs against the building with Robby pinning me there, his chest against mine.
Our faces an inch apart, he says, "No cheating, Dylan. Those days are over for you 'cause we're going steady... or don't you want to go steady any more?" The air's so cold we see our breath with every word; before I can reply, his lips are on mine, then his tongue's in my mouth. We haven't announce to the world we're gay, but it's not exactly a secret. At least we're not going out of our way keeping it a secret, but thus far it's still not widely known. Robby's cold hand goes down the back of my jeans and onto my bare ass and I squawk into his mouth, but he just leans on me harder. Finally, taking his mouth away from mine, he asks again,"So, do ya wanna still go steady with me, Dylan?" I immediately say, "Yeah, definitely... why would you even ask that? I love you!" He covers my lips with his again, then sucks my upper lip before saying, "Maybe I ask because I'm afraid you'll do something behind my back that will hurt my feelings, or maybe I ask because you don't seem as submissive to me as you were a couple of months ago so I'm thinking you're losing interest." I mumble, "Submissive, whaddaya mean?" He goes, "You know, we talked about how you need to be under your boyfriend's control a little; do what you're told, things like that." He says it so matter-of-fact it gets my dick buzzing so... sure, I know what he's talking about. Willie used to be awesome at that; he'd sorta hypnotize me and it really was an uber-sexy turn-on for me. I say, "Robby, I haven't intentionally done anything that should make you think I'm losing interest in you because nothing could be further from the truth. Please... I want us to be boyfriends forever." He's nodding his head a little, then he sternly says, "Squat down a little; I feel like getting my finger up your ass." He's acting stern mostly because he's been drinking, but maybe there's some doubt in his mind too. Acting submissive to please him, I say, "Yes, Robby," and bend my knees a little. His finger's at my hole, my hands holding onto his waist, his other hand cupping under my chin keeping my face up, looking at him. It hurts when he first pushes his finger in, and then he pushes it all the way in with some finger fucking action following the rough insertion. "Keep your face up, Dylan," and he squeezes my jaw yanking my head up. His finger hurts at first but not for long and I'm soon biting my lip making squeaky sounds of pleasure bobby my hips against his hand. His face comes over and his tongue goes in my mouth again; the back of my head's against the side of the house. I'm so hot from this dominant display of Robbys my cock's pushing at the front of my jeans. This goes on for a few minutes but I can't quite get to a lift off point for an orgasm, but when Robby gets a fistful of my unevenly cut hair, knocking my cap off in the process, and pulls my head to the side roughly, that dominant move is such a sexual rush I hump my hips bouncing my crotch against Robby's and feel a drop of precum drip from my dick to my balls. Robby's finger-fucking me quicker now and I'm grunting quietly, letting Robby take control of my body, the tip of his finger pushing on my prostate and he tugs hard at his fistful of my hair, and I begin, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." then I constrict my groin muscles, squeal a little, and force a stream of cum, more like a short spurt that feels like a stream of cum, into my jockey shorts; it's my third orgasm today. He presses on my prostate and more watery spunk wets my underwear as I'm limp against him. His rough behavior is what put me over the top, but I've known this about myself going all the way back to the days with Tom what's-his name, the Marine, from Parkers Park. It's feels really good too, that's all I can tell ya about it... that's all I know about it.
Robby knew when I blew my load from the way my hips were thrusting as I climaxed. My head's now leaning against his chest as I breath deeply. Out comes his finger and Robby's silently wiping it on the back of his jeans. Then, "Stand up, Dylan," and as I do as he says so he can put an arm around my neck pulling my face next to his, the sides of our faces together. His other arm's around my shoulder holding me to him as he rocks us gently back and forth for a few seconds. It's been quite a dominant maneuver by Robby, one Willy routinely would do, and at the moment I do feel appropriately submissive, sexily submissive... and put in my place too. The thing is, I like it and I like feeling like this with Robby being the boss, so to speak. After a bit, he says, "No more flirting with Connor, alright? Or anyone, when I'm around... I don't like seeing that. Okay?" I mumble, "Okay, Robby, but I thought you..." and he shakes me in his arms, saying, "Just say you won't do it when I'm around," which I do quietly. I was going to tell him that he's the one who suggested to Conner they get rid of the party-pooper, meaning me, so those two could party hardy. He's the one doing the flirting, not me. I know what really set him off, it was Connor coming on to me a little while ago... not because of any nonexistent flirting I did. I don't mind that Robby's jealous, in fact I like it. Anyway, I enjoyed the orgasm he finger fucked out of me even though it was kinda small. Robby takes his handkerchief from his back pocket, unbuttons and unzips my jeans as I stand docilely for him. He has that awesome look of concentration on his super cute face as he pushes the handkerchief inside my jockey underwear, covering my wet cock and balls, saying, "Maybe this will keep it from leaking through the front of your jeans and embarrassing you." I murmur, "Thanks, Robby," and I'm feeling younger then I did ten minutes ago and enjoying the role I'm in as the little boy that's been punished, and after administering the punisment my boyfriend's now taking care of me. I know it sounds crazy to anyone who doesn't have this submissive fetish, or whatever it is, but I have it and I like it too; I find myself clinging to Robby, which seems to please him. But shortly, like Robby usually does, apparently worried that he overdid it; he says, "Um, I hope I wasn't too rough with you, Dylan... it's just that I love you so much I get kinda protective and all that." I lean into him again, still feeling goofily submissive, but before I can continue in that posture the sliding glass doors open and six kids come out laughing and talking too loudly. I think I know one of them but only to see, not by name. When a couple of the kids glance over at Robby and me huddled in the corner, I feel a little self-conscious all of a sudden, and probably Robby does too. We move apart a little and fumble out cigarettes, mumbling, "Whassup?" to the kids, then exchanging looks with each other before Robby feels it's necessary to tell these strangers, "Just trying to stay warm in the corner here." But none of them are interested in us anyway, they start laughing among themselves about nothing. We shrug, flick our half-smoked butts over the railing, and go inside... my submissive mood's been totally broken, but I enjoyed it while it lasted. Robby's my main man and I guess there ain't gonna be anything on the side for me anytime soon.
Inside, there's still no Connor sighting so he must have gotten waylaid by someone on his way back from the bathroom. Robby nods his head towards the keg in the kitchen and we wrestle our way back there so I can refill our cups again while Robby's over at the sink methodically washing his finger-fucking finger. Feeling good, but a little weird too because, let's face it, I just had the law laid down to me by a peer of mine... my boyfriend. Oh hell, I'm just happy to have a boyfriend as hot as Robby. Glancing around quickly I spot little Gabriel Love and his uber hot black boyfriend Rajon. Damn! Talk about poor timing! Ha ha, I laugh to myself thinking about the lecture Robby just gave me outside. My dick still feels sticky and my asshole is still twitching but I'm already ogling Rajon. I'm intrigued by these two because, outside of my Framingham circle of friends, Gabriel and Rajon, are the only boys I know are gay for sure; I've a few suspects, but no definite ones. These two have fun with their gayness by occasional mocking stereotypical gay mannerisms, like exaggerated limp wrists and wearing exotic clothing that no straight guy would wear. You hear about homophobia and might think these two would be mocked, but no; most everybody likes them. They're totally themselves and basically very nice kids. Both are in their freshman year just like ninety percent of the kids here at the party. They're slim, Rajon having the slimmest body I think I've ever seen. While every part of his body is in proportion, every part I can see anyway, he's small... I mean his frame, stature, his bone structure, is small. Whenever I see him I have the strongest urge to hug him against my body just to see what it feels like... he's couldn't weight much. He moves, especially his uber cute ass, in a very smooth, limber way that's sexy as hell. I hear he's a dancer in some dance club in Boston. Not an erotic dancer, modern dance. I haven't talked with either Gabriel or Rajon much, and neither of them are in any of my classes, so I don't know them hardly at all, but I see them around campus and there's just something I admire about them. You know, because they're so comfortable being 'out' like they are; it's either very brave of them, or maybe reckless. Whatever, I don't know... they're just likable somehow.
At the moment though, they're looking lost. Connor's missing in action and Robby's talking to a girl I don't know, so what the hell... I tap Gabriel on the shoulder, and say, "Yo, sup? Ya looking for the beer kegs?" He turns around and I get a close-up look. Okay, this is new; he's definitely wearing some eye make-up and there's evidence of some plucked eyebrows too. And ya know what's so weird about that, it makes me immediately think of my last date with Willie when he sat me down and did to my eyes and eyebrows, like Gabriel's done to his. Remembering it gets my dick moving in my pants; Willie is so sexual, and yeah, he dominated me something terrible I guess, but I liked a lot of it... damn, I miss him sometimes. Not that I'd ever give up Robby, but sometimes I get a hard-on thinking about Willie and me. Anyway, Gabriel has a wonderful boyish smile, which he shows me now... kinda shy, but brash at the same time. Very white teeth with a tiny space between each of his top ones; it makes him look like a little boy who's been into his big sister's make-up. In an exaggerated way, he says, "Hi there!" to me, then, "Oh, Rajon, look who I found." Rajon turns around and his eyes get big as he says to Garbriel, "Let's kidnap him and make him our cabana boy!" Gabriel's eating me with his eyes, having fun being silly, and obvious about it too. Rajon's bumping his friend away so he can get nearer to me, and they jostle each other for a second. I know this is their little routine because I've seen it before, not with me, but with another boy at the sak; a cute kid I don't know. I think the idea is to ingratiate themselves; it works for me. I smile and tap Rajon on his chest, asking, "What's a cabana boy do?" He goes, "I don't know, do you Gabriel?" Gabriel doesn't know either, he goes, "Okay, we'll kidnap you and make you our houseboy." I don't know what a houseboy does either, but I also don't care. I say, "Hey, I can't be your houseboy, I've already got a boyfriend," and they drop their act and turn serious. Rajon looks at Gabriel, then at me, and asks, "You're gay?" and before I can answer, Gabriel asks, "Is that boy you're always with your boyfriend? He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" Jeez, I didn't realize they even noticed us, but...hmmm, these boys are talking a tad too loudly, and we're in the middle of a lot of kids, so I wiggle my finger like they should come with me, and we drift over to a relatively quiet corner near the front door.
They both follow without hesitating and it occurs to me that, like me, maybe they also don't know any other gay boys here at college. There's a gay, lesbian, transgender, etc. etc. organization on campus but that doesn't necessarily mean these two belong to it: Robby, Connor, and I don't. Away from the main mob of kids, I say, "Yes, Gabriel, that's my boyfriend but please keep that to yourself; it's not common knowledge." Why the fuck did I even tell them I'm gay in the first place? If I wasn't half drunk I probably wouldn't have said a thing, but I guess I am, so I did... duh! Then, as if to prove I'm a little drunk, I put my finger to my lips, and go, "Shhhhh," realizing too late that I'm acting like a geek. It hasn't put the boys off though; hearing me say Robby's my boyfriend, they look at each other excitedly, then back at me, before Rajon says, "We won't tell. Is your name Robby, I think I met you once?" I tell them I remember that we talked for about fifteen minutes at the Sak early in the first semester and that we sat near each other in a lecture hall once too, but that Robby's my boyfriend's name, not mine... and I tell then mine. Gabriel holds out his hand and we do a weak handshake, as he's saying, jokingly, "Oh boy, I didn't realize we had such an extensive history together," then he goes, "Now I definitely remember talking with you... um, you're almost as beautiful as your boyfriend, by the way... wanna have a three-way; Robby, you, and me?" Rajon goes, "Hey!! What about me?" I've seen these two maybe a dozen other times on campus, but because I was sober I never worked up the nerve to talk to them, and it hits me now how nice it is being openly gay with gay peers. Once again I'm reminded of Willie who took me to gay block parties in Cambridge and other places where everyone was openly gay... not necessarily flamboyant or anything, just themselves and it was a comfortable feeling. To the three-way suggestion, I keep it light, and say, "How 'bouts the three of us instead?" and both of then crowd in with their arms around me going, "Ooooh yeah!" and I get in a really good hug around Rajon. His little body is so different, it certainly feels sexy as he's somehow squirming in my arms without actually trying to escape my hug. His hair isn't very long, a regular type haircut although very close around the ears; it's that very soft, almost kinky type of hair a lot of African Americans have; I like how it feels against my chin, which is about as far as the top of his head reaches. It seems as though he's reveling in the hug, squirming to get everything from it that there is to get, and now his body's squirming against mine and it's given me another embarrassingly hard boner; first Connor and now Rajon. And duh... didn't Robby fuck me long and hard twice this morning, and then, just out on the balcony, didn't he finger-fuck me to another orgasm... I'm pretty sure he did, so why am I springing another boner already? Damn! I try to keep this boner away from the gay boy's bodies by pushing my hips back, but Gabriel giggles, and quietly says, "Oh no ya don't!" getting both his arms around my waist pulling me against the two of them. Both of them are sporting nice size hard boners too and I can't help myself, I relax and the three of us hump into each others' boners. I'm not getting the feeling an orgasm is building again in my balls, but boners against boners is a really nice sensation just the same. And, come on... I mean, call the Guinness Book of World Records if I spunk again this afternoon. Robby's walking towards us so I do a loud fake cough, pulling away from the group hug and this gets us separated. The boys, looking up at me both have bright eyes and moist lips, panting short breaths, staring at me for a second, then at Robby, then at each other.
Rajon introduces himself to Robby, then Gabriel does a ridiculous feminine curtsey introducing himself, which gets Robby and me nervously chuckling. Robby seems as intrigued with these two as I am, so when Gabriel asks, "Can I buy you boys a beer?" the four of us head for the nearest keg, bumping into guys and girls as we go. Thinking back on it, that three-way hug had been very sexy, but I'm not at all sure what exact part of it so quickly brought on my boner; it's gotta be the overall uniqueness of Rajon. Of course, there's no accounting for why someone seems sexually attractive too me, and someone else, with basically equal qualities, does not. It's possible to like them both equally, but one arouses me sexually and another doesn't, and I'm talking generally, not just about these two. It could have something to do with that whole scent thing; you know, the chemical called 'pheromone' that affects behavior and physiology; it's present in many plants and animals, including human animals. The scent, plus a boy's looks, the way he moves, his personality... oh hell, a lot of things go into why one is sexually arousing and another isn't. In the case of these two: Gabriel isn't bad looking at all, but he's not special looking either, and he's wearing make-up... and maybe his scent isn't connecting with something programed in my brain; but whatever, I simply don't sense a sexual connection with him. Rajon, on the other hand, is quite special looking. There's an erotic look to his face, and his skin's the color of milk chocolate, creamy and dreamy looking. Close-up, during the hug, he'd put the side of his face against mine and his skin was silky smooth. When he pulled back to look me full in the face, I wanted to kiss him so badly my lips were puckering. Rajon has naturally narrow eyebrows, not plucked, and big light-brown bedroom eyes, a perfect nose, and full, kissable sexy lips. Then there's his awesome smile, also with real nice white, even teeth and those bright pink gums. The contrast of his shade of brown skin and the pink and white in his mouth is very special; especially the pink on the inside of his lips that became visible when he jokingly puckered his lips back at me and laughed. And, his body was wonderful to hug; so supple, but at the same time I felt the strength there if he needs it. Ha ha... guess who's got an instant crush on Rajon! That thought made me look-up quickly to see if Robby was giving me the evil eye. He'd just laid the law down to me and I'm already acting goofy over Rajon, but all's well; Robby's up ahead with Gabriel talking a blue streak, the way he does when he's had too many beers.
As we walk I put my arm across Rajon's narrow shoulders, like straight boys do, and Rajon immediately insinuates the side of his body against mine, like straight boys won't do. I don't pull away from Rajon, but instead, smile at him, like "it's fine!" and he acts shy for a second, and maybe a bit too girlish, but so far it's not turning me off. I take a deep breath and sneak a quick adjustment at my crotch, asking, "What's your last name, Rajon?" I somehow remember Gabriel telling me last fall that his last name is 'Love' which may or may not be true. I'm only asking Rajon his name to have something to say. He goes, "It's Whyte. Ironic huh?" I change my hold from around his shoulders to around his neck and pull his head against my shoulder playfully. I fully realize I'm making a fool of myself but I'm totally enthralled by this sexy, cute, small bodied gay boy... and anyway, my dick is totally running the show for me at the moment. Rajon quietly says, "You smell good, Dylan," then he drags me to a stop while our two friends are chatting away up ahead, going into the kitchen. Rajon leans in to whisper in my ear with the tip of his tongue wetting little spots there as he says, "You can do anything to me you want..." and then he's gasping for breath before finishing with, "Um, if we can get together sometime..." and his two thin hands reach up then to grasp on either side of my jaw adjusting the position of my face so that he's looking right into my eyes. I swear my cock got instantly hard and pushed out the front of my pants again, it's like he's got magic over me. My eyes open wide, I hesitate speaking, making sure to sound calmer than I feel, and say, "Ah, Rajon, we both have boyfriends." He pulls my face down close to his and I puff out a breath, gasping, as I say to him, "ah... but thanks, man... you're, ah... awesome to offer that." He looks away now, and asks, "Is it 'cause I'm black?" I'm like, "Noooo, don't even say that! It's because we have boyfriends and we don't want to cheat on them." Rajon, sounding dejected now, not excited like he'd been before, says, "Gabriel's not my boyfriend, he's my bud, my home boy, my best friend since middle school." I go, "Oh, well..." but can't think of anything to add to that, and then Rajon goes up on his toes, flicks out his pink tongue and licks my lips. We both stare at each other as he lets go of my face, glances down to my bonered-up lap, looks back up into my eyes and, as he rubs the head of my boner through my jeans, he licks his lips, quietly saying, "Like I said, you can do anything you want to me, I'm up for anything." His voice is too pure, too something, to go with his diminutive body. I'm hypnotized again, only managing to say, "Huh?" A small, cute as hell grin from Rajon, and then he does the wiggle with his forefinger like I'd done to him and Gabrial earlier.
After my trance-like state, the wiggled finger gets us walking again, but my arm's not around him now, although I wish it were. I feel the need to leave the door open a tad here, so I say, "Rajon, I'm not exactly saying 'no' to you; and for the record, I think you rock, I think you're sexy as hell too, and I love the feel of your body... really! So I'm not saying no, I'm saying, not now, that's all. Maybe we'll have a time together if you want, um, some other time." He mumbles, "We both want, not just me." Not sure if he means both him and me want us two to get together, or if he means both him and Gabrial want me. I repeat my earlier brilliant question, "Huh?" He says, "Well, ah... you're a little interested in me too, aren't you?" I go, "Oh, yeah... maybe sometime something will work out." He asks, "Do you promise?" I say, "Yeah, I promise," but what the hell am I promising? I told him 'maybe'. Shaking my head to clear it... okay, we're good. All I did was promise that maybe we might sometime get together. We probably won't, but it'll be fun fantasizing about doing it from time to time. In the kitchen Robby, me, and Gabriel get full cups of cold beer while Rajon says, "I don't like the taste of beer, do they have any sangria?" Finally, I'm out from under this hottie's spell and feeling more like myself again, so I ask, "What the hell's that, whats sangie-what-you-said?" and Gabriel laughs, and explains, "It's wine and fruit and stuff... and no, Rajon, they do not have it, and don't be so gay!" They make faces at each other and I see their friendship showing through, but not a boyfriend kind of thing; so it looks like Rajon was telling me the truth. He doesn't drink the beer but grabs a can of pink lemonade from a tub with ice and soft drinks instead, which seems just about right for him somehow. A lot of noise coming from the table at the other end of the room grabs our attention. A bunch of guys and girls are around the kitchen table playing 'Power Hour' which is another drinking game. The object is to drink one ounce of beer per minute. You have a whole minute to drink a shot-glass of beer, which sounds easy, but an ounce per minutes for sixty straight minutes is the equivalent of drinking five cans of beer in an hour. Not a lot of kids can do that, certainly not me or Robby. We don't get in the game, but drift over to watch. We're watching the game and talking when a Power Hour participant barfs on himself, getting a big hand and a cheer from everyone. Why he's raising his hands in victory isn't clear, but he probably isn't thinking very clearly at the moment. Most of these guys were half shit-faced when they sat down to start playing, so it's a tribute to their drinking skills that any of them lasted this long; it's also totally nuts! There's another guy who's looking shaky so we decide to wait until he yaks too, it shouldn't be long.
As we watch, Rajon is getting more and more bold about leaning on me and squeezing my arm or shoulder, or resting his chin on my chest, and stuff like that; not that I mind a bit, but Robby just yelled at me for Connor doing the same thing... and, hey, where the hell is Connor anyway? I look over at Robby who glances back with a sweet grin, like "ain't everything great!" so he's officially smashed, which allows me to enjoy Rajon some more. I just know I'll never do anything stupid that might lead to me losing Robby... but maybe, you know, we can work a deal where we both get to taste the fruit of another once in a while, as the song goes, without jeopardizing our relationship. That sounds risky, but this is the longest I've gone steady and I haven't cheated on Robby even once the whole time, but just maybe I'm getting an itch that Rajon or Connor could scratch for me, and right now it's Rajon that's fascinating me the most. Wonder who Robby would taste the fruit of... Connor, or Chad, or
would it be someone I don't know? Hmmm, if it was Connor that would definitely make me jealous... damn, this is complicated! Yeah, it's complicated and I'm half in the bag so I can't be expected to figure it out right now. I'll give it some thought later. Breaking into my musings, a hand squeezes my ass and I look over to see Rajon staring back at me with shiny eyes. I really should protest, I guess, but I don't. His hand moves under my right buttocks, his long fingers pushing at the back of my junk as he squeezes my ass, then again, and I suck in my bottom lip to keep from sighing. God, his hand feels good there. Since I'm not protesting his inappropriate touching he begins sliding his hand along my ass crack and moving his body sideways to me so he can cup my crotch with his other hand; my hands go to his slim shoulders as I let out a long exhale and look around quickly. It's so crowded in here neither Robby nor Gabriel are in position to see us; others can though, and I hear murmurs but I don't look around to see who's murmuring 'cause I don't give a shit right now, this feels too sexy. Later, like tomorrow, I'll give a shit and probably blush like mad thinking about who saw me letting an acknowledged gay boy grope me. His forehead is against my chin as Rajon brazenly blows his fresh smelling breath on my neck and it floats around my face... long exhales through his wonderful lips. He lifts his face now leaning his head back a little, his lips formed into a small 'O' and he blows a cool exhale right at my face. I grunt trying to catch my breath as he squeezes and lets up on my nuts. My breath catches in my throat now and I gasp a little, which Rajon interprets as an invitation for more groping. He maintains a tight grip on my cock and balls and continues squeezing and letting-up, squeezing and letting-up... he does it until my cock is once again hard, pointing sideways in my pants. He's got just my nuts in his hand now as he pushes at my anus with the finger of his other hand forcing some of my underwear up my ass. Up on his tip toes he says something to me that I can't hear... and then bedlam breaks out because a kid in the drinking game unexpectedly hurls, turning it into a pinwheel barf by getting up and moving around spraying kids as he goes in different directions. There's screamed curse words and a stampede away from the table while kids who weren't sprayed are screaming with laughter. The mayhem separates Rajon and me, which is a blessing because my ball were trying to churn some spunk, with very little success and it was turning into an aching feeling. Rajon has me hyperventilating though; it's so strange how some boys can really rock my boat.
Robby's calling for me to join him on the balcony and so, as I pull at the back of my pants trying to pull out my underpants, I hustle through the kids to be with him standing in the snow and cold again, sharing a cigarette. My hands are a little shaky from the Rajon experience and I'm sneaking looks into Robby's eyes to see if I can detect a hint that he saw what Rajon and I were up to, but when he catches me looking at him he merely asks a slurred, "What?" and I smile, give him a quick hug and say, "Nothing, just that I love you." The cold temperatures out here helps clear my head and settle my nerves, and allows my dick to go down. When the mayhem broke out, Gabriel and Rajon evacuated back into the dining room. I saw them go, their heads together, and I suppose Rajon's relating how he got me to spring a boner. Hmmm, as much as I hate to admit it, I better steer clear of that little hottie, he just might have my number. The crowd around the outdoor fire down below has grown, and so has the aroma of grass; the cops should be showing up any minute now. Robby slurs, "You ready to take off, Dylan?" I wasn't, but could see Robby's eyes, and he looks like he needs some time in bed, sleeping it off. Checking my watch I see it's only seven o'clock which is when most Saturday nights begin, but we got here around two this afternoon which means, somehow, we've managed to drink and goof-off for five hours. Drinking does that, it compresses time. I say, "Sure, let's go, we'll take a nap together and see what happens, huh?" He smiles, mumbling, "Don't count on me for too much more today, I'm beat!" I go, "And drunk again," he says, "Don't, Dylan... don't lecture! Let's just go." We make our way to the living room and run into Chubby and, ugh, Samantha. Chubby's yelling, "There's my homeboy, Dylan! Come on over and see what we got!" I try avoiding looking at Sam's face because I'm sure she's scowling, but I'm very happy to see Chubby. He's looking so cool and the smile that came on his face when he saw me was so genuine, it makes me feel important... nothing makes me happier then when Chubby is excited, almost thrilled, to see me; and that's how I feel right now. I go, "Dude! When'd ya get here?" He goes, "About an hour ago, after the stupid movie which went on for a couple of centuries."
He squeezes my hand, then the back of my neck and I feel his love. Chubby goes, here bro, drink this; flash it down!" and he gives me a shot glass filled with clear liquid. If anybody else but Chubby gave this to me, in my current condition, I'd bow out of drinking it as gracefully as I could... no way would I do a shot. For Chubby though, I flashed it down just like he said to do... the burning is immediate; it continues from my tongue to the back of my mouth and down my throat setting my tonsils on fire as it passes by, and then my esophagus is scorched just prior to a hand-grenade going off in my stomach, and all the destruction is accompanied by the strongest imaginable taste of licorice.
"Isn't that awesome, Dylan?" Chubby asks, and he's serious... of course he hasn't been drinking beer all afternoon. Tears are running down my cheeks, I'm gagging while nodding my head that it's indeed, awesome. Sam looks over and says, "Oh for heaven sakes, don't be such a baby! It's only an Italian anise-flavored liqueur." Chubby turns to her, and says sternly, "He knows what the hell it is! It's Sambuca." She sniffs, and mumbles, "It surprises me he knows that." Another tray of shot glasses comes by and Chubby grabs three in a cluster, asking, "Where's Robby?" I look around, then shrug, saying, "He was right behind me." Chubby puts the shot glasses down, takes out his lighter, and says, "This enhances the flavor," as he lights the shot glasses, telling Samantha, "Go ahead, take one." He said it sort of in a challenging way, and to her credit she picks one up, blows out the flame and chugs it down in three gulps. The last gulp, however, catches in her throat and she's trying her best not to cough it up, but her involuntary reflexes win the battle and out comes a big cough plus her last gulp of Sambuca; it reappears spraying the group around us, then the first two gulps are regurgitated too, along with some digested stomach matter, and everyone's like, "Ewwwwww," trying to get out of the way. Chubby glances at me with a twinkle in his eye and a slight grin on his lips, as he says, "That surprises me! I assumed she was a pro at drinking a... what'd she call it, an Italian anise-flavored liqueur?" Two girls are helping Samantha to the bathroom as I grin at Chubby; he's passing me another shot glass of Sambuca and taking one for himself, we touch glasses, blow out the flame and flash them down. Mine burns just as much as the first one, a blowtorch inside me, but you wouldn't know it from my reaction. Chubby winks at me, but neither of us can talk just yet.
Why do we drink things that are unpleasant, you might ask? Because we're teenagers and any drink we're not allowed to have is the one we want; that's one of the reasons why. Another reason is, while we don't enjoy the taste of booze, we enjoy the after effects, and then there's the fun of re-telling the drinking experience days later, exaggerating things in a way that makes it sound like more fun than was actually the case. But mostly we drink unpleasant concoctions because our peers drink them and we don't have the guts, most of us don't have the guts, to be different. Finally able to talk, Chubby squeezes my hand and tells me a little about how bad the movie was, then gets a bottled water for Sam who's back from the powder room, collapsed in an easy chair, mercifully silent for once. As she drinks the water, Chubby ignores her and talks to me. We need to lean in to talk right into each others ear because the music is up and so is the general conversation which is highlighted with loud, booze-enhanced laughter. Chubby's in a real affectionate mood with the squeezes and hugs; then he points at my beanie, asking, "Your boyfriend try giving you a haircut again?" He's chuckling as I make a face and nod my head to the affirmative. Chubby twists my ear looking me in the eyes with something in his own eyes that may be a look of longing; I'd like to think so anyway. It's a look of something, and I do a little grin at him, wanting to touch him too, but not wanting to do anything that might get Chubby to stop what he's doing. When he leans in to say something, his lips pressing against my ear for a second, then he goes, "Can I take a look?" So, feeling my dick stiring for about the tenth time today, I pull the wool cap off and Chubby looks around my head checking-out this terrible haircut. He runs his fingers through my hair, again plays with my ears for a second, then takes my hat from my hand and pulls it back on my head. Leaning in again, he says, "I can even it out for you tomorrow after our shift at Stop & Shop, but it'll be real short."
Tomorrow is a rare day in that all three of us are on the same shift; it's only happened one other time. When he keeps staring into my eyes I lean over to him and kiss next to his ear, then say, "Short is fine," and with me leaning to him he leans against me too, his arm around my waist, saying into my ear, "I miss you, we gotta do some stuff together, Dylan." I whine like a little kid then, the way I do sometimes, "Sam don't like me, how we gonna do something together?" Chubby smiles, then says, "I love the way you love me. You never even try to hide that you're jealous when I'm doing something with anyone other than you... do ya?" I frown, sounding disgusted, saying, "What a load of crap, I'm not jealous!" He raises his eyebrows and opens his eyes wide, like, 'the truth now' and I laugh, our foreheads bumping together as I'm mumbling, "Okay, maybe I get a little jealous, but you haven't done anything with me lately... with the guys I mean, ya know, for a long time..." Chubby's been holding my hand for the past minute so I look over at Samantha, but she's not paying attention; still, I marvel at how brazen Chubby's been in showing his affection for me... like he doesn't care if she's watching or not.
When young guys are drunk they often get affectionate with their friends, much more so than when sober, so Chubby and I aren't doing anything so out of the normal range that would cause others to fixate on us. I've no doubt Chubby loves me like I love him; the confusing part is the part where we don't understand the type of love we have for each other. It's more than friendship, and more than brotherly love, but yet it can't be romantic love... can it? Chubby pinches my ear again then chuckles, and says, "Yeah, I haven't been with you guys much lately, but it's you I miss the most so I'm going to do stuff with you, whatever you want to do." This is nice! Then it gets better when Chubby adds, "Samantha's getting on my fucking nerves lately," and I laugh at that, like it's funny when actually I think I laughed with relief to hear Chubby admit it. Then I realize what he'd said a minute ago about doing 'anything I want', and I go, "You'll do whatever I want?" And he laughs, saying, "Within reason, gay boy..." then he squeezes my hand again, and says, "See ya later, I gotta get Samantha to Bertucci's for the dinner I promised her, something to settle her stomach... hee hee. Then after dinner I'm gonna kinda let her down easy... tell her I'm cutting way back on dating. I'll use some bullshit story about my grades slipping." I'm excited and give Chubby a hug, he asks, "Oh, can ya lend me twenty dollars, bro? Thirty would be better..." I give him my last twenty-three dollars, then look for an available bathroom 'cause I've got to take the worst beer piss ever; after that, I'll find Robby and get our asses home. This has been a awesome day overall!
to be continued....
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