DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 29
by Donny Mumford
Robby's and my reunion couldn't have gone any better, all things considered. After watching Robby drive away, I skip up the steps feeling really good, and go into my mom's and my condo. She's not home of course, she works with Chubby's mom; they're both waitresses at a bar and restaurant in town. Nature is calling me, so the first place I go is the bathroom for a pee; then wash my ass really well with a wet washcloth, then wash my hands and face. Looking at myself in the mirror while drying everything with a hand towel, I'm still trying to totally convince myself I like this haircut, and wondering what Chubby will think about it. Mostly though, I'm thinking about how wonderful Robby was tonight. He showed his anger with that hard spanking, and he was a little pissed-off about Willie's hickey on my neck, but aside from those two things he was much nicer to me than I deserve. He was fabulous, actually. I'm so lucky, but how am I going to keep it this way?
How can I keep expecting Robby to be so sweet, I mean with Willie in the picture? Willie will be calling and using his persuasive means to lure me into his world. Damn, it's not that I don't want to mess around with Willie, it's that it's so unfair to Robby. My fucking guilty conscience is still bothering me, even after our successful reunion. Now that I'm out from under Willie's direct influence it's clear to me that I was right about Willie and me as far back as last fall when I broke up with him:I'm in love with Willie's dominant sex, not him per se. And, I'm equally sure that I'm deeply in love with everything about Robby; he and I are 'in love'. But, isn't there a way to experience both? Ya know, just until the end of the summer, or something like that? No, I can't imagine how that's possible, being honest with myself. Something drastic would need to happen and I can't imagine what that would be. I simply need to be more mature and use more will power; use lots of will power! There's nothing to decide really, it's Robby who I want and need. Still, that urge for a dominant sexy time is part of me, and no one comes close to Willie where that's concerned. I've admitted I have a submissive fetish, or maybe it's more correct to call it a dominant fetish because I get off with dominant sex partners the best. That's not exactly true though, Robby's barely dominant and I get off with him as good as I did with Willie, but it's different too. Also, I wish I knew more about what Robby's been up to, maybe then I'd feel less guilty. He never presses me on what I've been up to, which I'm glad about. Yeah, but at the same time, henever wants to hear about my sex-on-the-side. It'dbe unfair for me to grill him on anything he may have done along those same lines. Hmmm, maybe Robby's smart handling things this way. I hope he has as guilty a conscience as I have if he's been playing around with any of those toads that are always hanging around him. If it's not Wilcocks, it's someone else, and Robby's admitted messing around at times; like that Chad Bundy asshole last year. Robby admitted to that one, as well as the Ryan Wilcocks thing.
Feeling restless I go back outside on the front stoop to smoke a cigarette and look for Chubby, and get my mind off these concerns. Chubby's always with some damn girl. Wonder if he's happy about that, or if he's just fooling himself. He's so reluctant to do sexy things with me nowadays, but he wasn't that way years ago when we were inseparable. Something happened, something I don't know about, but what is it? Another mystery! We didn't use to have secrets from each other. I've come right out and asked him why he doesn't feel comfortable doing things we used to do and he always gives the same answer: that it was okay when we were kids, but we're not kids anymore. Speak for yourself, Chubby, 'cause I still think I'm a kid. Who wants to grow up? Not me. Done with mycigarette,I don't try flipping it, instead I drop it on the ground next to the steps. It's biodegradable, ya know. Damn, where's Chubby? It's not like I necessarily want to do anything sexy with him now, Robby totally took care of that for me tonight. Well, for the moment anyway. Since Willie fucked me into this condition where I feel I need it almost all the time, I fully expect my sexual appetite will be returning soon enough. My desire for Chubby to get here is mostly because I miss him. Chubby and I love each other as much as any actual brothers do, and probably more than most. We're so close I almost feel like I'm him at times,like we're one soul in two bodies. Even though we're different in some ways, it's still like he's another "self" for me, another me almost. It used to be like that all the time, but our lives changed when we got those separate jobs. That was the summer before our senior year in high school. Guess it'll never again be the way it was then, and that's a damn shame. It makes me want to cry sometimes. It's funny, but back then I thought maybe Chubby was gay, or at least bi. I learned about myself around that same time and discovered I'm the one who's gay. I'm not at all sure anymorethat Chubby is gay or bi. He's definitely not gay, how could he be? All those girlfriends, yuck!
Checking my watch, my old one because I don't yet feel comfortable wearing the expensive one Willie bought me, I see it's almost eleven o'clock. Robby had to drop me off kinda early because he needs to be back at college tomorrow morning for baseball practice at eight o'clock in the morning, and it's an hour drive. Whenever I get to thinking about Chubby and me, and all the wonderful times we've had together, I long for those days again. Everything was simple, my life was uncomplicated then. It was always Chubby and me, and the moms too, of course. Our goofy family, two boys and two moms... haha. Our moms have always been best friends and Chubby and me have been best friends forever too. I used to take for granted that I have a best friend; that is, until I got to middle school and realized that not everyone, in fact not a lot of boys, have true best friends. And certainly not a best friend as close as Chubby and me, that's for damn sure. Chubby's been the one constant in my life,a friend I could tell stuff to and who told me his thoughts as well. There's always been sympathy and empathy where we're concerned, as well as understanding, compassion, and trust. That's until we got separate jobs and we could no longer be with each other all the time. He developed a few secrets he didn't share with me and I had a few I didn't share with him,like the fact I'd discovered I'm gay. I finally told him and later he told me what that asshole Ricky was putting him through. So we eventually shared these secrets, but it makes me wonder if there are others Chubby hasn't shared. Well, I know I have a couple fer sure, and he probably does too. Still, we're tight as any two friends I've ever known, and it's always a joy for me to be with him. I love him in a special, special way. Like I always say, Chubby's my gold standard of love:unconditional love. True friendship is a form of love anyway, not necessarily erotic love, but it's still love. He once told me a factoid about Ancient Greece:back then the word for love was the same word they used for friendship. And I'm getting wet eyes thinking these thoughts. I've never lacked for love in my life, not with the moms and Chubby always showing me theirs, unlike poor Willie who's never really felt any kind of love, which is why he searches for it so hard I guess. He tries for it too hard, which is a way to be sure not to find it. It just has to develop on its own timetable, no one can force it. Willie's always asking if I love him, and I've told him I do, but now that I'm not under his influence I know it's not him I love, it's his form of sex that's captivates me and complicates my life so much. Not so with Chubby, but is our friendship, Chubby's and mine, as deep as it used to be? I hope it is.
Damn, I shouldn't be allowed to be alone with my thoughts, I just confuse myself more. Wish I were smarter and understood life better 'cause there's so many mysteries, so much I don't know. I do know right from wrong, which is why I have such a guilty conscience, especially where Robby's concerned. It seems like I'm feeling guilty most of the time nowadays. No, that's not true; I don't always have guilt on my mind, mostly it's just a result of being with Willie and not using my will power to resist the pull of his dominant personality; that's when I get myself in trouble. I like to think I'm a good guy who helps his friends and makes new ones too, like my new bowling partner, Cory Dunlevy, and sweet Pedro in Key West. Cute kids, and Cory's almost surely not gay, so I didn't befriend him for that reason. Then my mind drifts back to Chubby and his factoid about Ancient Greece and friendship, and laugh at some of the stupid factoids Chubby sometimes spouts out. I haven't heard many recently because, even though we share that apartment with Robby, Chubby's off doing stuff with his latest girlfriend most of the time. What was the last goofy factoid Chubby told me? Ha ha, I remember two:hesaid that American Airlines saved $40,000in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first class! What a bunch of bull that is. And oh yeah, he told me no piece of paper can be folded in half more than seven times. Riiiight! How about a huge piece of paper? He says it still can't be done. Well, I did try to prove him wrong, but I guess I didn't have a big enough piece of paper 'cause I couldn't even fold it in half seven times, never mind more than seven. Actually I've never been able to prove even one of his factoids wrong, not that I've tried very hard for most of them. Well, for a while there I was on a mission to prove him wrong at least once, but I couldn't. Maybe his factoids are all true. Anyway, he's an original and nearly perfect in my eyes. It's fun thinking about Chubby, I don't get confused and frustrated like I occasionally do about Robby, but I have a different kind of love for him. Actually, sometimes I wonder if it really is different where Chubby's concerned.
Then, I see our Jeep coming down the street, the Jeep we brought with both our money, but I hardly ever get to use it. What's up with that?! Chubby sees me sitting on the steps and he excitedly waves at me with a big smile on his face. He's so cute! For the same reason I wore my Merrimack baseball cap when I first saw Robby today, I'm wearing it now. I don't want Chubby to be shocked by my extreme haircut. I'll ease into it before revealing the extent of itsshortness. Chubby drives around back to our garage to park the car, so I run inside and down the steps to the finished basement. I want to be there when he walks through the door from the garage. I'm excited, like I was when I was waiting for Robby, but I'm not at all nervous like I was with him. Chubby never makes me nervous. He comes in with his usual burst of energy, a huge grin on his face, saying, "Dylan! I missed you so much, bro,"and he throws his arms around me. I hug back and it's almost like old times. I give him a quick kiss on the lips, which he tolerates as long as I don't linger there. "I miss you too, Chub, whacha' been up to?" He goes, "Oh my god, Dylan, that broad, Samantha, is getting to be a pain in my ass. She started ragging on me for staying away from Merrimack all week and for not taking her out to dinner. I told her the whole friggin' reason I was away all week was to earn enough money to build up my bank account that's been depleted from all the other times I've spent money on her. She gets pissed and says I'm making that up, and damn, it's just no fun with her anymore. We haven't even done the nasty in weeks. It's basically over with us, but it hasn't sunk in to her yet. Then she cons me into working all afternoon helping move her roommate to another room. Sam and I hardly talked after our little fight about the money thing, but screw that, how you doing?" I go, "Better than you I guess... and I told you about Samantha right from the start." He pats my cheek, saying, "You don't like my girlfriends becausethey're my girlfriends." I go, "That's soooo not true! I have a specific reason for not liking each one. This Samantha, for example, is frankly not good looking enough for you; you can do much better." He says, "You're such a dick sometimes, but I love ya," and then he puts his foot on the rung of the stool that we used during Dodger's haircut earlier. Chubby needs to tie his sneaker's shoe lace. As he does that, he asks, "Do ya know what this little plastic thing at the end of a shoelace is called?" I laugh, saying, "No, of course I don't, but I'm laughing because I was just thinking about you and your factoids." He grins, and informs me, "It's an aglet." I go, "I'm Goolging that right now! How do you spell it?" He spells it for me, and I say, "No way, come up to my room where my computer is." Chubby's like, "You'll only be embarrassed to find I'm right again."
On the way upstairs I run my fingers through Chubby's hair, saying, "You need a haircut too. I gave Dodger one earlier this afternoon. Let me cut your hair tonight." He asks, "Dodger was here, how is my favorite ball of trouble?" I go, "Dodger's great, and speaking of haircuts, I got a crazy one in Key West. I thought it was cool at the time, but now I'm thinking it may be a tad extreme." He reaches up and takes my hat off and exaggerates opening his eyes really wide, like they're about to pop out of his head. For some reason, and I can't ever control it, my face gets red. Chubby sees me blush and stops mugging, to say, "No, I'm teasing you; it's a cool haircut, Dylan. You look awesome. No haircut could screw upyour looks anyway, bro." He reaches up to rub my hair, muttering, "It's a very, um, it's really different, but I've seen some guys with similar haircuts, I think I did once. This is very professional looking." That's Chubby for ya; he was going to make fun of me, but he saw me blushing and immediately went into his supportive mode, which I love about him. I smile hesitantly, quietly asking, "Really, you thinks it's okay, Chubby?" He nods his head up and down too fast, going, "Oh yeah, definitely, but I think I'll stick with this hair style that you cut for me last time. I like my current hair style for now, but I may try yoursthis summer, okay?" I want to kiss him, but instead just squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling, "Thanks, Chubby. Dodger went nuts over this haircut, he wanted his cut the same way." Chubby's like, "I'm shocked! You're kidding. I can't believe that wild kid would go for it. Ha ha ha! Actually, I'm not surprised at all. He's da bomb! You too, Dylan," as he squeezes my hand, the way he always used to do. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside just staring at Chubby's bright eyes and cute face. He's got a slightly olive complexion like his mom. Well, his dad was Hispanic we're told; he had a light tan complexion too. Sadly, he died right after Chubby was born so we've never seen him, although Tris, Chubby's mom, gave Chubby a picture of his dad that I've seen. Chubby carries it in his wallet always.
I ask again, "How 'bout a haircut tonight, Chubby?" We're continuing up the stairs to my bedroom." He goes, "Sure, Dylan, I like when you cut my hair. You make it a personal experience." I go, "Yep." He means I give him head-hugs and kisses every now and then during the haircut. I like to make it an intimate thing, especially with him. Chubby tolerates my gay affection; he allows me to show him gay affection as long as I don't go overboard, so that's really cool of him. In my bedroom I Google "aglet" and sure enough, it's the plastic end of a shoe lace.Chubby smirks, saying, "Told ya!" I ask, "How'd you know that?" He shrugs, mumbling, "Most people know that, fer chrissakes," then he chuckles because he knows that his last statement is preposterous, and I want to hug him. I really am so fuckin' glad to see him, more than I knew. Being with Chubby is like wearing something very broken-in and very comfortable, something I've had forever. Chubby flops down on my bed, asking, "We sharing this tiny bed tonight?" I go, "As a favor to you, yes we are." He says, "Well, we used to sleep in here as kids, but do ya really think it'll be comfortable for two adults?" I go, "Probably not, but we're not two adults." "Ha!" he exclaims, "When are you gonna consider us adults?" I say, "In about ten years, then we'll need to sleep in your double bed." He laughs, saying, "Oh man, you're such a dreamer, but I love ya, bro." That's the second time he said he loved me in the past ten minutes and it gives me the most awesome feeling. I flop on the bed beside him, well I'm half on the bed and half on Chubby. He doesn't move, asking, "How was Key West? Is that kid you were with still as big an asshole as ever?" I go, "You'd think so fer sure, but I don't. You don't understand us gay boys." Chubby says, "I understand you, Dylan." I rustle around until I'm looking him in the eyes, and ask, "Do you? Do you really understand me and know how I feel?" Chubby looks serious when he quietly says, "Better than you think; yeah, I understand you, Dylan." I love his face, a face I've known every day of my life. I mutter, "Maybe you do, Chubby." We stare at each other for a long few seconds, then he bounces up off the bed, "Come on, you're my personal hair stylist, lets get to it. It's getting late." I take a deep breath wondering what just happened there on the bed; then, trying to match Chubby's energy, I hop up off the bed too, saying, "Okay, lets do it, dude!"
First Chubby goes into the kitchen to get a Coke from the refrigerator, saying, "Your mom's been missing you, Dylan. My mom too. We had our usual Sunday brunch last weekend and everyone said it's just not as much fun without you being there with us. You're the star in our family, you make everything pop!" I excitedly go, "Gee, really? That makes me feel good!" Chubby twists off the cap, saying, "I missed you the most though, even more than the moms." I mumble, "You're sweet, Chub," and he adds, "Yeah, without you being with us the moms only had me to grill with questions... haha, no, that's not the only reason I missed ya!" and he gives me a one arm hug that I turned into a real hug, saying, "I always miss you too, Chubby." God, first Robby made me feel so glad to be back, and now Chubby. Be still my heart! We go downto the finished basement and Chubby sits on the stool, the same one Dodger sat on, and says, "Same as last time, Dylan. Short, but I like to comb down the hair on top and flip-up the front. I don't like to have to fuss with my hair in the morning." Like Dodger earlier, Chubby pulls off his shirt, saying, "Don't put that plastic cape on me, it's creepy." I mutter, "Okay," thrilled Chubby's bare torso will be available for random touching. He's got a great body, and I know I've said that we have basically identical bodies except for our height, so I guess I'm being conceited by calling his body great, but it is what it is. I get the same barber equipment out that I used earlier today, then make a project out of combing Chubby's hair. I like doing anything that involves touching him and he's used to it by now so he tolerates it for awhile, then says, "Um, you going to comb my hair or cut it?" I say, "Both," and rub the palms of my hands across his shoulders. He twist his neck to look around at me, smiling, then mutters, "You're consistent, I gotta give ya that." I use that opening to hug around his head like I did with Dodger, and then give Chubby a kiss on the side of his forehead, mumbling, "You know how much I love ya, bro. I can't help myself." He makes a face, but I know he doesn't mind. And, oh my God, Chubby smells so good; my favorite aroma in the world! So familiar, and I get to fall asleep tonight inhaling it. Chubby says, "Try to be good, Dylan... if you can."
I think Chubby allows me to take gay liberties with him because: one, he likes it, but also because I've been doing it for our entire lives. And that was true even before I knew I was gay, before I even knew what the word "gay" meant, actually. Early on it was Chubby who instigated our intimate behavior, but a couple of years ago our roles switched, which is fine as long as one of us continues to instigate it. For Chubby's haircut I put a half-inchguide on the clippers, and then clip up the sides and back. TonightI run the clippers over the crown of his head too, but just near the back of his head. I like to feel the half-inchbristles the clippers leave behind, and I think it looks good that way too. Then I use scissors and comb tapering his hair from the half-inchlength to an inch length on the top of his head, which allows Chubby to comb it down on top. The bangs are slightly longer and stand straight up across his forehead. He has a good hairline, one that follows his forehead, no widow's peak at all. This is the hair style he's had for quite awhile so the hairs are trained to lay flat on top and stick up in front. This is my favorite hair style too, but Robby or Willie have more or less dictated the various hair styles I've had for the last couple of years. Whatever, my hair style has never been a big concern to me. After I've used the trimmers to outline around Chubby's ears, the haircut is finished, but I fuss around with his hair a little longer, drawing-out this experience for as long as I can. Then I hug him from behind, saying, "It's fun fussing over you, Chubby." He endures the hug, asking, "Are you finally through?" I go, "I guess so, unless you want me to shave your legs and pubes." He says, "Gawd no! We're too old for that!" I go, "I shave mine, well not my legs." Chubby gets off the stool, muttering, "TMI, Dylan," as I rub his shoulders knocking off the hair clippings there. Chubby's doing the same on his chest, then his lap. "Let me do that for ya, Chub." He chuckles, saying, "You wish!" What a day this has been for me!
We go outside to share a cigarette, "Ya wanna take a shower before bed, Chubby?" He laughs, saying, "No, I couldn't trust you in the shower." I say, "I didn't mean together." Smoke drifts out of his mouth as he's talking, "Are you saying I need a shower?" I go, "Absolutely not, I'm just offering you one to be hospitable, you're perfect just like you are." He shakes his head chuckling, then says, "Damn, dude, you're good for my ego, I wish everyone loved me like you do. On the other hand, that isn't a good idea either, I'd end up being fondled to death." Taking the cigarette from Chubby's fingers, I go, "You love all my attention, who are you kidding?" He shrugs, and goes, "Yeah, I guess I do, Dylan. It'd be weird if you stopped showing it; I wouldn't know what to do." Finished with thefirst cigarette, we light another one. It would have made more sense for both of us to light one at the same time, but we prefer to share the same one. Chubby's telling me about this girl who worked with him at the job he just completed for Mary Jo's father. "Her name rhymes with a female body part." I go, "Yeah? Is it Dolores?" He goes, "Hey, that was quick." I say, "Geez, Chubby, you and me watched that Seinfeld rerun together, don't ya remember?" He goes, "Oh yeah, anyway this girl is rocking some gigantic boobs and she asked me if I think she should get breast reduction surgery. I was like, 'Um, no! I wouldn't do that. You look good.' Ha ha, and she's pushing up on her boobs looking in the mirror... I'm grabbing my nuts." I ask, "Why'd ya grab your nuts?" He gives me a frown, then says, "Oh yeah, I forgot for a second there, gay boys don't like boobs." I pretend to be serious, replying, "I like your boobs."Hesays, "Mine are called pecs;Dolores's are called tits, there's a difference." I go, "Oh," and he breaks out laughing. "Oh my God, you're so nuts," he says, and I say, "Grab me then, you grabbed your nuts, why not me, you said I was nuts" He does grab me and he hugs me really tightly, which reminds me how strong he is and makes me think of him going after Joel with a pipe that time, and I haven't thought about that in months. Our faces bump and then we're cheek to cheek; Chubby holds us like that longer than I expected and my dick begins to firm up. Maybe Chubby's my favorite boy in more ways than one.
Chubby lets go of me and tries to make a joke out of it, "Is that enough grabbing?" I remain serious though, and say, "No, it's never enough where you're concerned." He pats my shoulder, quietly saying, "I know, Dylan, I know. But it's all I can give you at the moment... sorry, bro." I look away because I'm embarrassed that I was so forward; I sometimes put pressure on Chubby and that's not right. I force a fake chuckle, saying, "Come on, Chubby! I was just kidding you. God, you take everything so seriously." He gives me a little grin, he knows I wasn't kidding, but he says, "Oh, you got me there, Dylan." Then I glance over at him and he quietly says, "Let's go inside, I'm pretty tired from moving all that furniture this afternoon." I nod that I'm good with that, but I'm feeling like I put a damper on the evening by hinting that Chubby should be grabbing me more, so ta speak. Maybe I'm projecting my feelings onto Chubby. The warmth in Chubby's eyes when he said, "It's all I can give you" was so loving though, so kind. Damn, I've made Chubby feel bad, I think. I ask, "Do ya need anything from your house?" Chubby tries for upbeat, saying, "Nope, I'll use your stuff," and that's what we do. He pees while I brush my teeth and wash up, then I pee while he uses my toothbrush and hand towel to do the same. Then into my little bedroom we go. As we undress, I say, "My mom will be surprised to see you in the morning." Chubby goes, "No, she knows. I told my mom I'd be staying with you to greet you home tonight, and you know our moms tell each other everything." I agree, "That's fer sure." Then I ask, "Do ya want a pair of pajama's, Chubby?" He says, "Nah, I'll sleep in my boxers, as usual." I like that, and say, "Me too," which makes Chubby smile a knowing smile. He's making himself my gift for the night and it's a better gift than anything Willie ever gave me. Remembering my mom's note, I ask, "How's Tris's toothache? Is it any better?" I've always called his mom by her first name. Chubby says, "She texted me that it felt better and that she felt good enough to go to work."
Chubby gets under the covers first, then me, and I wrap my arms around him, explaining, "This is necessary to insure you don't roll out of bed, you're not used to a bed this small." He laughs, then says, "That's very nice of you, very considerate, Dylan." I mutter, "Don't mention it." He actually nestles the side of his face in the crook of my chin and shoulder. He smells the delicious Jeffrey Chubby Romero smell, the scent I've known and loved all my life. Chubby feels wonderful in my arms, he's let himself be totally relaxed against me, the short bristles of hair at the crown of his head brush my jaw and I smile with happiness. It requires some self control not to hug him really hard, but I don't want to overdo it, so it's a gentle, comfortable hug. So nice, and I try to stay awake to enjoy it, but the next thing I notice is the sun shining through my window. Glancing at the little alarm clock on the bed side table, it reads 7:16. Much too early to get up on a Saturday morning. Chubby's back is to me now, so there was movement in the night. I'm half off the bed, so I shuffle over to Chubby and reclaim my hold on him, trying not to wake him. I gently rub my nose at the short hairs on the back of his head savoring the feel of his soft brown hair and his scent, I never get enough of it. Although I'm determined to stay awake and enjoy Chubby, I nonetheless fall back to sleep and wake-up at the sound of Chubby taking a pee; he never closes the bathroom door. I get out of bed and pad into the bathroom, saying, "I'll hold that for you, Chubby," which makes him laugh. He goes, "I can handle it. Hey, I woke upwith a hard-on, but sadly you were still asleep." I mutter, "Don't tease me like that, Chubby." He says, "I'm not teasing. I'm horny. You wanted me to do more with you last night and that got me thinking, do ya wanna do it with me this morning?" Cautiously, I go, "Really?" He shakes his dick to get the last drops off, then says, "If you really want to, it felt nice being held by you last night. You're the only one I'd ever do it with, only boy that is, but yeah, I'm serious. It was okay the last time we did it, and it's been on my mind lately because I haven't been doing it with Sam or Mary Jo for over a month. I'd rather do it with you, than them; they've been a pain in the ass lately... no pun intended. Those two are off my radar screen for now." My heart beat picks up as my anus lips clench. I do a phony cough, gulp, then quietly say, "You know I want to, Chubby." He flushes the toilet, saying, "We'll do it then, I'll lock the bedroom door, just in case. Now, you'll need to keep your squeal down when, you know... when you shoot off." Chuckling, he picks up my toothbrush and begins brushing his teeth. I go, "Hardy har har, you really should consider a career in comedy, Chubby," and take out my dick to pee. With toothpaste dripping down his chin, he goes, "Just teasing you, Dylan... that's all." Nothing like the first pee in the morning! I say, "Ha, gotcha! I was just kidding too." He mutters, "Last word, Dylan. He's got to get the last word in."
Actually I'm uber excited, extremely surprised as well; I didn't even need to nag him. When I talked on the phone with him in Key West, he's the one who mentioned sleeping together my first night back home. Hmmm, this could be the start of something good, and I let myself fantasize that Chubby and me wind uplike Robby and Dodger, screwing regularly... oh man! Then I tell myself 'get real', but this is a first. Chubby initiated this, and I'm lovin' it. Done with my pee, I stand next to Chubby to wash my hands. He cups some water in his hand and rinses the toothpaste out of his mouth. I take the toothbrush from him and add some more toothpaste. Chubby goes, "Don't you flush after peeing?" as he hits the toilet's handle. I chuckle, mumbling, "Duh!" He asks, "Do you have a condom? I have a few at the apartment, but none with me." Spraying toothpaste on the mirror, I go, "No, I'm all out, sorry." It's wicked rare that I use a condom. He mutters, "That's okay, your clean, aren't ya?" I say, "Oh yeah, real clean," thinking that there's probably remnants of Robby's cum still up my ass from our fuck in his pickup. Robby certainly shot a hell of a lot of it up there. Chubby puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "I'm sure you have some KY jelly though, right?" I go, "Yep," and lean into him. Chubby leaves him arm on my shoulder as he looks at himself in the mirror, feeling the hairs on the crown of his head. The ones I purposely cut shorter than normal, and he says, "Ya know, I really like the way you cut my hair this time, nice job." I look at his reflection in the mirror, as I say, "Thank you, I like it myself." He looks me in the eyes of my mirror reflection, and goes, "Ya know what? You're right about Sam not being good looking enough for me, that's why I'm turning to you for my sexual relief; you're much cuter than Samantha." He's smiling, using his joking voice, but I pretend seriousness, saying, "That's very kind of you, and aren't I the lucky fellow though!" He laughs, muttering, "Yeah, you are, actually... but I am too," and I get a little squeeze on my hand. Why'd I ever go to Key West? It's much better in my own back yard. First Dodger, then the awesome time in the pickup with Robby and now this wonderful night and morning with Chubby.
As I rinse out the toothpaste, Chubby goes in the bedroom to lock the door. It's extremely unlikely my mom would ever just walk in my room. I'm a teenage boy and she's probably concerned about what she might be walking in on... haha, you know what they say about boys: they like to play with themselves. I surely haven't had the need to do that lately though, not with the number of times I've been fucked recently... it's been perfect. I call out to Chubby, "What do you have in mind for our foreplay?" I'm just kidding, of course, or maybe I'm pressing my luck. Chubby goes, "Foreplay? Foreplay's for losers, dude. It's wham, bamb, thank you ma'am in my world." He's kidding, I hope. We're both still in our boxer shorts and now I realize I've got myself half a stiffy, so I adjust it sideways and join Chubby in the bedroom. "I was thinking we'd do a hot and heavy make-out. Whadda you think about that?" He goes, "That would be a big NO!, as in, I'm not doing that with you, as charming an idea as it is." I ask, "Haven't you ever kissed a boy?" He goes, "You mean, other than you?" I go, "Well yeah, I know you've kissed me." He goes, "No, no other boy has had the pleasure of my lips on his person, just you bro, just brotherly kisses for you." I'm wondering about Chubby and Ricky Ortiz, but don't say anything to ruin the moment. Chubby told me how Ricky manipulated him little by little and finally fucked him a number of times, they may or may not have ever kissed. I know how horrible the experience was for Chubby, how humiliated he was about it... we got our revenge on Ricky and his father though, big time! We've been through some scary times together, Chubby and me. This isn't one of them. I say, "How 'bout we compromise, one good kiss and then I'll do the foreplay on you with some oral sex. How's that sound?" Keeping everything light, he goes, "Oouuuweeee, an experienced gay boy sucking my little pecker, I like the sound of that." I go, "And the good kiss comes first, right?" Chubby squeezes my hand, saying, "You drive a hard bargain, but okay, it's a deal, dude." We're both smiling, but I'm a bundle of eager excitement, although I'm trying to appear calm. Chubby gropes himself, right in front of me, asking, "Where's the KY stuff?" I say, "Hidden out of the prying eyes of a certain person's mom. I'll get it." It's hidden in a tissue box under the bathroom vanity. Bringing it out, I show Chubby and go, "Ta da!" Chubby shakes his head grinning, mumbling, "Can I believe I'm doing this?" Uh oh, I don't want him rethinking things, so I take charge and get right into it. "Okay Chubby, here's the kiss, and you need to kiss back too or we'll need to have a do-over." He says, "I'll do my best, bro." My hearts beating fast again as I put a hand on either side of his head, tilt my head slightly, and slowly bring my lips down to Chubby's lips. Oh, those perfect lips. He parts them slightly and kisses me back, then I press my luck and push my tongue against his parted teeth and he opens to let my tongue join his and we do the most perfect French kiss I've ever been a part of. Chubby's girlfriends are very lucky girls. And I'm a very lucky boy. It seems like I've been saying that about myself a lot lately. The kiss lastsa whole minute and my dick is poking out the front of my shorts when we break apart. I can feel the heat on my face and see the flush on Chubby's. He takes a big breath, looking at my face, then quietly says, "Robby's a lucky kid, Dylan. You really know how to kiss. You're a very sexy boy, aren't you?" I shrug self-consciously, mumbling, "Right back at you, bro. No wonder you always have a girlfriend." Actually Chubby's had steady girlfriends for less than a year. I think it all started after the last time he fucked me, but I was encouraging him that time, which I didn't need to do this time.
Chubby goes, "Okay, now that the kiss is out of the way, time for the oral sex. Down you go." He's trying to joke about it, but he got really involved in our kiss and I know it's affected him in a way that makes me happy, and probably concerns him. I say, "Sure thing," and get on my knees in front of him, and for payback for his earlier comment about me squealing, I say, "Don't squeal out too loudly, you might wake my mom." He chuckles, muttering, "I'll try to control myself," as I pull his boxers down to his knees. Ah ha! His four inch cock is already firm. If I was able to follow-up that first kiss with another one, I bet I'd get him fully boned-up, just like I am. Chubby says, "You might as well pull my shorts all the way off," and he helps by stepping out of them when I have them at his ankles. Then I awkwardly pull mine off, which isn't easy, being on my knees. When I succeed, Chubby takes a noisy deep breath, puts his hands on my head, and says, "Go ahead and have fun, Dylan." And he sounds like he means it too. Studying his cock and balls I conclude that his cock is longer than the Dicker boy's dicks, same big balls though. I haven't seen Chubby's package for so long, I'd forgotten that his penis is longer. Chubby hasn't shaved his pubes since the last time we did it for each other. That was back when we were kids, according to Chubby... haha. It was Chubby who started the shaving stuff by shaving his legs; he did it because at age twelve he'd started growing hair on his legs and since I hadn't yet, he shaved his so they'd be like mine. He rationalized it by saying that guys on the swim team shave their legs. I'd tell him, "Yeah, but we're not on the swim team," and he'd just wave at that comment like it was irrelevant. He's funny with those convenient rationalizations of his. I discovered recently that basketball players shave their legs too, both college and the pros. It's a tradition I guess. They do it because they're always getting their ankles taped... at least that's what started it years ago. Checkout basketball players on TV and you'll never see hairy legs; kind of a weird factoid. Chubby's pubic hairs are very soft and fine, not crinkly. I inhale my favorite smell, Chubby's smell, and think, "I'm not being true to Robby again, but it's Chubby for God's sake, so it doesn't count! He's my special love, different kind of love from everyone else. This is Jeffrey Romero, goddammit, not just anyone. I love Chubby in a special way, in a special category in my head. Nobody's like Chubby! Hey, I think I'll start calling him Jeffrey too, like his friggin' girlfriend does (or, like his friggin' girlfriends do), not that I feel like hisgirlfriend or anything.
I ask, "Jeffrey, you sure you don't won't me to shave your pubes, for old times sake?" Chubby says, "Jeffrey? God, when was the last time you called me that?" I go, "I don't know, Jeffrey," and he strokes his cock, mumbling, "Forget the shaved pubes idea and do your job, Dylan." Ha ha, he's anxious for me to put his cock in my mouth. Me too, so that's what I do. Oh man, I like having a cute boy's cock in my mouth... talk about intimate! Chubby's cock tastes really good. I twirl my tongue around the head and lightly massage his balls with my fingers. Chubby blows out a lot of air from his lungs and moves his feet a little. I'll show him how a gay boy sucks cock. My lips suck on the shaft as my tongue continues lapping the fat head and I soon hear Chubby murmuring, "Ooooh, whooooa".It don't really matter if a boy is gay, straight, or bi... when someone who knows what he's doing sucks their cock, it's gonna get hard, and Chubby's cock is no exception. Within a minute it's plenty hard enough to fuck with, but I'm enjoying this too much to stop. I take the whole thing in my mouth now, my nose pressing against his belly, his pubes tickling around my nose and mouth. Great odor from his crotch! With the head of his cock down my throat about an inch or so, I work my throat muscles as I suck on the shaft with my lips while lapping at it with my tongue. Chubby goes up on his toes, gasping, "Geeez-us, oh god!" and backs away from my mouth, pulling his hard boner out of my throat and mouth. I look down at my cock 'cause I feel it vibrating, and see that it's boned-up as hard as Chubby's. I didn't even realizing I'd sprung it again after the kiss; then, looking up I see Chubby's face is all red, his mouth is open, and his lips forming an 'O'. He goes, "Goddamn, you're good! That's, that's... I don't know what, it's unbelievable! Never felt anything like that before." I'm smiling, feeling proud of myself, and then Chubby stops babbling and I watch him getting himself under control; maybe he thinks he went a little overboard and showed too much enjoyment for a straight kid. Now he tries to act cool, saying in a calm manner, "I meant to say, I never felt anything like that since Sam sucked me off about a month ago, when she and me were on better terms... but you are good. Guess you've had a lot of practice, huh?" Not appreciating that comment, I go, "No, not really. What do ya think, I'm blowing boys two or three times a day?" I guess I sound a little peeved when I say that because Chubby goes, "No, I don't think that, Dylan. Not at all," and he's real sincere when he says it too. Somehow I keep from licking my lips, but man, I like the taste of his cock. Then I remember sucking both Dickers boys' cock, and now Chubby, all in about sixteen hours. Well, yeah, but this has been a monumental sixteen hours; a first, fer sure. I go, "Is your dick hard enough? I can get it harder." He smiles, saying, "You're something, Dylan. I love ya, dude." I can't help but smile again, muttering, "Me too, Jeffrey," and he says, "Hey, that name doesn't sound right coming from you, I'm 'Chubby' when it's you and me, right?" I nod, "Yeah, you'll always be 'Chubby' to me, Jeffrey." He cups my head in both hands and for a second I think he's going to kiss me, but he snaps out of it, and goes, "You're the expert, bro, how should we, you know, do it?"
He's anxious, which really fires me up. I say, "How 'bout if I do this?" and I get up and walk to my bed, then lay my chest across the mattress, my feet on the floor, and my ass poking up for him. Chubby says, "That works for me," and he comes over and slaps my ass, which makes me suck on my lips because I like to have a couple of slaps on my ass before feeling a hard cock go inside me. How'd Chubby know that?I watch him stroking his boner with some KY lube on his fingers. I say, "Give my ass a couple of good smacks first, Chubby... okay?" He looks surprised, asking, "Really?" I go, "Really!" This makes him laugh, then say, "Anything for you, Dylan," and he comes over and really spanks my ass until I say, "That's good, I'm good now, that's enough!" I'm chuckling along with Chubby, but my cock stayed really hard during his spanking. This is unbelievably wonderful for me, I mean it's my Chubby and me having sex! I can hardly believe my good fortune. Chubby says, "You know, I appreciate this, Dylan. It's fun to spank your butt too, but I mean mostly I appreciate you helping me get my rocks off. Wanking is one thing, but this is better." I picture Chubby jerking off, then think of the times we jerked each other off and I miss those days all over again. I didn't know how good I had it back then when life was simple and full of joy for me... it was Chubby and me, and the rest of the world was just background noise. Wonder if it could ever be like that again. I say to Chubby, "Well, I'm glad I can be of service, dude. I'm available anytime you need me, for whacking you off too. I'm full service for you, bro." He says, "I'll pretend you're kidding around with that," as he pulls on his tight boner. Still watching Chubby's every move, I mutter, "No, you're right, I was kidding," although I wasn't.
Chubby comes up behind me again and hepokes my anus with the head of his slippery cock. Then pushes it in and I'm like in a dream; Chubby's cock is inside me for only the third time in my life, and nothing could make me happier. I resist thanking him and instead push back on his boner to encourage him to push it in further. Chubby's already breathing in gasps so maybe, just maybe, he's as excited about this as I am. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, Dylan, that's the last thing I want to do to you," and not just the words were sweet, so was the loving way he said it. My damn eyes get moist 'cause I'm so happy I can hardly believe it. I gulp, then swallow hard, before saying, "You're not hurting me at all, it feels good. I'm gay, remember?" He baffles me by saying, "I know you are, and I know you're happy," then wistfully adds, "Wish I was as happy as you are about life." What's that mean, I wonder? That thought is replaced by a sea of pleasure as he steadily pushes his four-plus inches of thick cock up my rectum. I can't help but gasp, "Ooooh, yeaaaah, feels really good, Chubby." Chubby's gasping himself as he puts both hands on my back and leans in on me forcing his cock another little bit up my ass. The palms of his hands are damp as he adjuststhem to the natural place for fucking a boy's ass, gripping my hips. With a good hold on my hips, Chubby begins to fuck me. His thrusts are steady and continuous and I'm licking my lips and rubbing my nipples on the sheet until they're hard and sensitive. My ass is quivering by now as he continues shoving his cock inside me at an even pace; and he's making low grunting sounds in his throat with each drive up my ass. It's like he couldn't stop if he wanted to, and something tells me he doesn't want to. I'm already drooling precum underneath me; the feel of his hands on my bare skin would probably be enough to get me off. His hard cock driving up my ass has me in ecstasy, as I'm now going, "Ohh," with each amazing hump into my rectum. It's basically the same feeling inside me as when Robby's fucking me, or anyone else for that matter, but in the same way Robby doing it makes it different than when Willie's doing it... it's different now too, because it's Chubby cock; it's somehow different from anyone else. No one on earth means as much to me as Chubby, and to have him fucking me is so very special... I can't even describe the pleasure he's giving me.
Chubby apparently is having a good time himself because he mutters, almost to himself, "This is feeling so awesome," then he goes back to the grunts of pleasure he's obviously feeling, low grunts with each drive up my ass with his hard cock. The head is swelling, I can feel it, so he must be getting ready to climax, but before he does I bury my face in the bed to muffle my scream of ecstasy and my cock begins pumping lots of jism onto the sheets and my belly. Shivers and goosebumps seemingly cover my whole body as I shudder and shake from my climax. It goes on for maybe thirty seconds; I can't remember a more violent or satisfying climax. Gasping for oxygen, my chest heaving, I realize I've been holding my breath. The stubble of hair on my head tingles and, as usual, my toes curl with the aftershock of that fabulous climax and then Chubby's laying against me gasping and pressing his groin hard against my buttocks. Then I feel his first sharp stream of cum hit inside my bowels. He goes, "Oooh fuck!" pulls back so hard his boner comes out of me and a long stream of cum splashes on the top of my buttocks, like Robby did last night. Chubby's cum sprays up my back before he can get his cock back inside me to pumpsome more creamy teen cum up my ass. "Jesus!" he mutters as he gives the side of my ass a smack and humps my hole fast for another thirty seconds before pulling out and stroking himself. I look back and see that Cubby's face is dark red, sweat on his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth wide open as he gasps for air. There's nothing that compares to the sensations involved in a wild climax. I don't believe I've ever seen him like this though; I'd liketo think it's because he just fucked me, but maybe it's how he is after fucking a girl too. That's hard for me to believe, I think he really got off good from fucking me. His climax must have been as hot as mine was. My groin and ass are still buzzing as I try to recall everything about my climax, it was something special alright.
I'm staying in place with the faint hope that Chubby will push his cock back up inside me, but he's getting himself under control, so that probably won't happen. He opens his eyes and sees me staring back at him. The flush is fading from his face as he says, "Um, like I said earlier, I haven't had any sex for awhile now, that's why I got so, ya know, ah, maybe a little out of control for a second there, ya know?" He seems embarrassed about it. I go, "Well, it was totally awesome for me, Chubby. Thank you for that." I say it quietly because I don't want to seem as excited as I actually am; Chubby is obviously feeling a little self-conscious that he enjoyed fucking me so much. Truth is I loved that fuck as good or better than any I've ever had, and I know I tend to always be "in the moment", but really, this is one of my favorite fucks ever. I loved getting fucked by Chubby and there's just no way to deny that fact. The thing that's going to be hard to take is that he'll feel bad that he let himself go like he did, showing me how much he liked it and all, and he probably won't do me again for a year, if ever. And, there's nothing I can think of to do or say that will change that. Chubby doesn't want to consider the possibility that he'd rather fuck me than any girl he's ever been with, and I don't know what to do to help him see how silly that is. Well, maybe if I make it seem like he did it all for me, that might help. I say, "Chubby, you were fantastic, I know you did it for me and I love you for that. You're always doing something for me, so thanks, bro." His eyes open wide as if he's thinking about something, then he says, "You're very special to me, Dylan, I'm glad whenever I can make you smile. You're my favorite person in the world." Okay, that sounds promising. Hey, I guess I could think of something to change his self-doubtafter all. He's great at rationalizing things, and he latched right onto my premise that this fuck was simply a favor for his best friend. That being said, there's no way Chubby could fake a climax like the one he just had, and no one could fake the exhilaration he showed right after his climax either. If only Chubby could let himself be himself. I guess I can't really say he's gay to the extent I am, but he's certainly not straight to the extent he wishes he was either.
He's obviously not going to push that cock he keeps stroking back up my ass, so I stand up, smiling, and say, "Man, your girlfriends are lucky, you fuck awesome, dude!" He does too. Chubby goes, "Well, you got yourself a hot ass there, Dylan, and I don't mind admitting that even if I'm not gay. Robby's lucky too." That's a damn nice compliment coming from Chubby. Then I notice the matching tattoo Chubby got after I got mine and that makes me feel even closer to him; we are extraordinarily tight buds... there aren't two boys tighter anywhere; it'd be impossible. Chubby says, "Ewww, look at the mess you made on the bed, Dylan." I laugh, knowing it's important that we lighten things up a lot so that Chubby can feel comfortable. I go, "You made a mess too, and I'm going in the bathroom to clean it up." Chubby says, "I'll help you, bro. How'd it feel, anyway?" Ah ha, he wantsmore compliments, just like Robby always does after fucking me. I say, "The best fuck I ever had, that's how it felt. You're a natural." He goes, "You're so full of it, but thanks anyway." Again I think of Ricky Ortiz and wonder if that's where Chubby learned to fuck a boy's ass so good; you know, from the way Ricky fucked Chubby. And, damn, that was a super hot French kiss Chubby and me had a while ago too, plus I can still taste his yummy hot cock; this is a memory I'm keeping in my head to savor over and over. What a fantastic Saturday morning!
In the bathroom I wet a washcloth, and Chubby says, "Give me that, Dylan, and I'll clean-up the mess I made." I hand Chubby the washcloth, mumbling, "Thanks, bro," while fantasizing that Chubby wants to clean me up because he wantsto feel my ass again. He uses the washcloth to clean his dick, and I go, "Hey, clean yourmess in my ass, bro," and he chuckles; he's in a surprisingly good mood as wipesmy buttocks, my back, and the back of my legs where his cum has drooled out of my ass. As he's doing that, he asks, "You know what was the best part of what we just did together?" He can't make himself say, 'best part of our fuck together," ha ha. I guess what the best part for him was:"Is it that you spanked my ass?" He goes, "Bingo, we got bingo here, hahaha!" I go, "Yeah, you were really into that," and as he's wiping my ass crack, he goes, "Only because you asked me to spank you, ya pervert." "That doesn't make me a pervert," I protest, and Chubby says, "I know that, Dylan, I'm teasing you again. I go, "Knew it, I knew that. I was teasing you." He pats my ass, then gooses me, saying, "You always need to get the last word in, don'cha? And, you do have a damn nice ass, really." I go, "You have a damn nice ass too, Chubby." He laughs, muttering, "See, he always has to get the last word in," then squeezes my hand affectionately, as I say, "I do not," which makes him chuckle and givesme a hug. "That was nice this morning, Dylan, real nice. I've been a horny boy lately. The fights I've had with Mary Jo here, and Sam up at school, they don't produce much of an opportunity for sex. I'm feeling good now though." Geez, that's being pretty open, especially for Chubby; I mean, he's talking about a very gay experience here. The kiss, oral sex, and a butt fuck; ya can't get much gayer than that, but this time I don't want to get the last word in. No, I want Chubby to have the last word about our sex together. But, after a few seconds I can't resist pushing it, and ask, "Um, do ya think we can do this again?" He goes, "Right now I might say that maybe we will, but the more I think about it, the less likely it'll become. I don't want to promise what I can't back up, Dylan. That's not fair to you." I'm disappointed, "Ahh Chubby, don't say that, it don't mean you're gay just because we mess around once in a while. We used to mess around before." Before what?" he asks. I say, "Before we got our jobs," he says the usual, "Fer chrissakes, we were kids back then!" I pout, mumbling, "You always say that." This time he gives me a hug from the front, a nice tight one, both of us still naked, and quietly says, "Don't pout, Dylan, I love ya bro. Isn't that enough? Don't ask me for more than I can give." He's got my arms pinned to my sides or I'd hug him back. Best to give in for now, I mumble, "I'm sorry. I won't nag you." He backs off with a smile, saying, "You can nag me if you want to, who knows when I'll lose my mind again." That makes me smile too, I love him so much. Then I remind myself it's a special kind of love, it doesn't mean I love Robby any less, it really doesn't.
Chubby goes, "I got the shower first," and he grabs a clean washcloth and takes it with him into the shower stall. My bathroom's small, all I got is the shower stall, toilet, and the sink undera vanity. If I want a bath, which I rarely do, I need to use my mom's bathroom. The water comes on in the shower as I wander into the bedroom and put my boxer underwear back on which makes me think of the panties. I get them out of the pile of dirty clothes and hide the silky things in my closet. I usually do my own wash so I'll slip the panties in with my next load and decide what to do with them after that. Flopping on my bed, my hands behind my head, I daydream about my wonderful time with Chubby this morning. So cool! I try to recall every second of it, beginning with that hot kiss. I'm stuck on the memory of the blow job when Chubby comes out of the steamy bathroom drying himself with my towel. He says, "It's all yours, buddy." I go, "I won't be long, Chubby." He tells me, "I'm going to borrow a pair of your underwear, Dylan." I say, "Do you wanna wear the ones I wore yesterday?" He goes, "I'll pass on that, maybe next time." My shower is fast and I get a weird thrill out of using the same washcloth Chubby just used. Goofy, I know, but I'm feeling so tight with him now. After I'm showered and dressed, Chubby says, "Come on with me and I'll treat you to a Dunkin' Donuts breakfast," and off we go, with me driving our car for once. Inside the car is lots of rubble; empty Dunkin Donut's coffee cups, Coke cans, hamburger wrappings and all kinds of crap in the pocket on the driver's door, and in the back seat too. I go, "Jesus Christ, Chubby, when did you become such a slob?" He goes, "I'm gonna clean it all up," then a muttered, "One of these days." At Dunkin' Donuts we each get an egg, bacon, and cheese breakfast sandwich on a bagel, and a cup of coffee; then carry it to a table to gobble it down. "Damn good sandwich, huh, Dylan?" I go, "The best, thanks for treating me." He's in his usual upbeat frame of mind, asking, "You wouldn't know how many toes the late Marilyn Monroe had, would ya?" I go, "Ten?" and he says, "Nope, she had eleven. Six toes on one of her feet, and the normal five on the other." I drink some coffee, then ask, "Which foot?" and he says, "Damned if I know," and I just laugh. He's funny... where would I go to verify that? Googleprobably. "Bringyour coffee, Dylan, we'll grab a cigarette outside," and that's what we do, passing the cigarette back and forth smiling at each other. We don't need to be talking, we're comfortable in each other's company with or without conversation.
We're just about done our smoke when Connor and his asshole roommate from college, Josh, comes around the corner. Why does Connor hang out with that loser? Connor sees us and a big smile breaks out on his face. God, he's nice looking. And hot too, especially with that buzz cut I gave him some timeago. Connor and me do the one arm hug and pat on the back, saying, "Dude! Awesome to see you!" Connor goes through the same ritual with Chubby, a little less enthusiastically, but he likes Chubby just fine. I acknowledge the roommate with, "Josh, whassup?" He makes a face, like I'm not worth answering. Geez, I hate that kid, what an enormous asshole! Chubby ignores Josh completely. Connor appears real glad to see me, and pats my shoulder then pinches my ear, asking, "Both ears now?" I'm flattered he noticed, and go, "Of course, 'cause it's cool to have both ears pierced." Josh says to Connor, "I'll see you inside, Connor," and walks past us to get to the door. Connor goes, "Yeah, see ya," then to us, "Hey, can you guys give me a ride to my place later? I was so desperate to get out of the house I called Josh, but he's kinda in a bad mood today and it's dragging me down." I go, "Yeah, we'll drive you any place you need to go, dude, but that asshole is always in a bad mood." Connor doesn't ever say anything bad about anyone, he goes, "Oh, he can be okay. Everyone can't have your A+ personality, Dylan," and he bumps his fist against my arm lightly. Chubby goes, "Connor, I can tell you haven't caught Dylan on a bad day," and Connor goes, "No, I've never seen Dylan have a bad day, he's awesome, ain't ya, Dylan?" I go, "You know it!" Connor tells us he's going inside to get an iced coffee drink, and to tell Josh he'll get a ride back with us to save Josh the trouble. When he's gone, Chubby asks, "Is Connor gay?" I shrug, muttering, "I don't know, why? Does it matter?" Chubby imitates my shrug, then mumbles, "No, I guess it doesn't, I just wondered, that's all. He sure seems to like you though." I'd like to think Chubby's a little jealous of the attention Connor pays to me, but why kid myself, Chubby wouldn't be jealous like that. It's only because we just had sex together that I'd even have a thought like that one.
Connor comes out and I offer him a Marlboro, which he takes, followed by many "thank you"comments, like it's a huge deal to give a friend a cigarette. He's never says so, but he can't afford cigarettes most of the time, that's why I always offer him one and he always accepts the offer. Chubby and I are sharing our second cigarette together, as I ask Connor, "Did Josh give you a hard time?" Connor grins shyly, saying, "Nothing more then his normal attitude, he's okay. It just seems like he's mad at the world all the time, or something." Chubby makes a face, then says, "I feel like kicking his ass, to tell ya the truth. He thinks he's too good for us, that's what it is. He can't believe he has to go to lowly Merrimack college with riffraff like us." Connor says, "Well, all the males in his family did go to Harvard, but with the economic downturn his parents couldn't afford it. His mother went to Merrimack so that's why his parents choose our college. Josh does feel a little down about it, you're right about that, Chubby." Chubby goes, "I knew it, you can just tell from the way his lip curls when anyone talks to him, the asshole." Connor bites his bottom lip and looks at me, giving me a grin. Goddamn he's cute. His dark buzz-cuthair's a little shaggy now, and hisdark blue eyes contrastwonderfully with his almost pure white complexion... it's mind-blowing. Excellent symmetry in his facial features too. And his lips naturally curl up at the corners, giving the impression he's always happy, not that I can see many things in his life to be happy about, the poor kid. I say, "You ready for the Army, Connor?"He shrugs at me with another shy grin, and then says, "Yes, I'm determined to make the best of it. It's my chance to save some money, and also I'll be able to send some home to, you know, to my mom who's down on her luck at the moment." I want to cry thinking about innocent, sweet, gay, Connor in the army with high school drop outs and tough guys; God help him. Oh, that's not fair, today'sArmy is more professional then ever. At least that's what I've read. And, Connor's mother's a fuckin' druggie, that's why she's down on her luck. She treats Connor like shit too. Damn, I wish there was some way I could help that kid! His face is so cute! The few times we did it together he shot-off in thirty seconds..haha. I gotta laugh at how excited he gets, and I can tell how much he likes me too.
We finish our cigarettes and stroll to the car. Connor gets in the middle with me driving. Chubby's riding shotgun, he says, "Let'ssee who we run into at the mall," and I go, "That okay with you, Connor?" He goes, "Yeah, that'll be great! I don't get to the mall too often." On the way we chat about our upcoming last four weeks of our freshman year and how we feel we're going to do in the final exams that will be coming up quickly. Then at the mall we immediately run into Elliot Ellis and his brother Ray. They're with Elliot's boyfriend, Jay. Ray thinks I'm his sex counselor, which was hisexcuse for him and I to have sex together twice; he's a piece of work. It's been awhile, but it's always fun because Ray, who's totally clueless, thinks he knows everything. He's younger then me, and claims to be straight, but he's not positive about that so he fucks me to see if that will help him decide. Yes, he fucks me! Ray refuses to play the female's part, as he calls it. He's not positive I'm gay, but I'm sure he thinks I am, and therefore I wouldn't mind being the female... it's fun to play along with him, but hard to keep from laughing out loud at his preposterous view of himself and the world. There's something extremely sexy about him though... to me anyway. He doesn't look anything like his brother, although they both have very nice facial features. Elliot, who goes to community college, along with his boyfriend, Jay, is gay. Well, obviously he's gay if he has a boyfriend. I met Elliot working for Stop & Shopthe first year I worked there. I guess I'd have to say Elliott is pretty, that's the best way I can describe him. Light shade of red hair on his head, and other places too, of course. He has delicate facial features, delicate everything actually. His brother, Ray, is much more macho looking. Elliot is thin and short, about five foot, six inches which is just slightly shorter than Chubby, who he's standing next to at the moment. A few freckles on Elliot's face, he has puffy lips that probably are awesome to kiss or feel on your dick. I'd have to ask Jay about that. When we bump fists,I marvel at how thin his wristis,for example, and he's very shy, but a really good kid. It seems like I know a lot of gay kids, but we sorta gravitate to each other, maybe for support.
After a lot of one arm hugs with a pat on the back or chest, we all start to walk the mall, but you can't walk five abreast because there's too many people. Ray drifts over to me and we walk together behind the others. Ray says, "Hey, Dylan dude, lucky for you that you ran into me today." I'm smirking as I'm listening to this delusional boy. He says, "Funny, but I was just thinking about my am-I-bi-or-not conundrum, thinking about it again, that is. Then, ta da, who should appear but you. You must have picked-up my vibes, and hustled over here." I go, "That's exactly what must have happened, Ray." He looks at me out of the corners of his eyes to check if I'm putting him on, but I keep a straight face. He says, "You've always had the hots for me, haven't you?" I go, "I wouldn't say 'always', Ray." Ray looks puzzled at that cryptic response, then quickly talks, in a low voice, "We can break away like we did that other time so I can further test my theory that I'm not bi, like Elliot is with his queer boyfriend Jay, who won't let anyone walk next to Elliot except him." I mutter, "Uhhuh," and he grabs my arm, saying, "Yeah, I'll give you the high sign and you say you need to use the bathroom and I'll say 'that's a good idea, I do too', and we'll go in a storage area I know about. You can suck my cock, and maybe I'll even fuck you a little after you suck a boner on me, so keep your eye on me for my sign." Haha, that's Ray alright! I go, "We might get caught, Ray... that would be embarrassing." He goes, "Shhh, cool it! Act cool like me and stop the whining, Jesus, I can't stand a whiner." To cover up my laugh,I do a series of fake coughs as Ray pats my back, whispering, "Jesus, dude, cool it! Don't get all excited on me." Oh man, he's a riot. I can't believe he's serious with this shit. Maybe he has a number of sex counselors like me that he fucks regularly. I wouldn't be surprised. Ray gets many things wrong, but he's never in doubt about anything. I get a kick out of him, but in my present sexually satisfied state of mind I'm totally uninterested in his plan. I go, "Oh, I though you wanted me to fuck you, Ray." He's going, "Shhh, for Christ sakes, keep it down, dude," and he swats the back of my head knocking off my hat. "Holy shit!" he goes, "That's a cool haircut, Dylan dude. Where'd you get it?" I tell him Key West and he's like, "You are definitely gay if you're hanging outthere. It's full of fags." I say, "I beg your pardon, I'm no gayer than you are." He does a real cough, exclaiming, "Jesus, I hope you're wrong about that." Then Connor drifts back and puts his arm across my shoulders, "Who'sthis?" he asks, and I introduce them. Connor goes, "You're Elliot's brother?" like it's impossible, because they look so different. Ray goes, "That's right dude, but I'm not gay like Elliot." Connor asks me, "Elliot's gay?" He didn't know. Ray says, "Can't you tell? Jesus, dude, open your eyes and smell the coffee." I go, "I think you mixed that phrase up a little, Ray."
Connor walks with us, fascinated by this over-confident, smart-ass, youngster. Ray's either fifteen or sixteen,maybe even seventeen. I don't remember. Maybe I should introduce him to Dodger, oh my God, that'd be funny. Anyway, Ray gives me the high sign about ten times, but I pretend to be too stupid to pick up on it and then luckily he spots a bud of his, and says, "I gotta talk to my homie over there, Dylan, but I'll catch up with ya later. Keep your fuckin' eyes open, Jesusss!" I go, "Oh, I'll try to do that, Ray", trying to keep a straight face. Maybe his homeboy will be willing to help Ray find out if he's bi. Connor asks me, "Ya doing anything tonight, Dylan?" I go, "I don't know. Hey, Chubby, what's up for tonight?" Chubby says, "I'm hangin' with you, bud. Whatever you do, I'm gonna be doing it too. I haven't seen you for a week." I say to Connor, "You wanna hang with us tonight?" He goes, "Do you think it'll be alright with Chubby?" I get my arm around his neck and jerk his head over, and without thinking, kiss his forehead real fast, saying, "Are you kidding? Of course it's alright, we love ya, bro!" Connor's pale face blushes as his eyes look down, and then he mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan, you're the best." He keeps his head next to mine for longer than he should have before lifting it away. Damn this kid is awesome.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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