DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 38
by Donny Mumford
As Ray's safely pulling away from the curb in his mother's car, I'm muttering to myself, "I'll be damned, nice time tonight." Back inside the condo, down in the finished basement, I watch the rest of the Red Sox/Angels game from the West Coast thinking about Ray and the different personalities he showed tonight; trying to figure him out. The Red Sox lose naturally, but I wasn't paying much attention anyway. Ray, like maybe everybody, seems to have different personas he can turn to when he thinks it's appropriate. I wonder if I do? Well there's that submissive side of me, but it can't be turned on or off, it seems to happen on it's own. But other than that submissive thing, I do act differently with different people; like with adults, I'm gonna act a little different than I do with my buds... doesn't everyone? I don't know, it's just that Ray seemed so out of character when he asked if I wanted to be his boyfriend; it was sorta sad, like he was searching for something... maybe he's searching for himself like he infers with that, 'is he straight or bi' nonsense. Turning the TV off I head upstairs to get ready for bed. After taking care of my bathroom duties, without the need to jerk-off thanks to Ray, I climb into my own bed; ahh, nothing like my own bed. Ray's fuck helped to get me feeling okay, but as I lay in bed waiting for sleep I realize that while sex with Ray was good, it basically left me wanting more. Sorta like you can't eat just one potato chip; at least I don't know anybody who can. Ray's primed the pump, so to speak, but now I'm itching for more. Yeah, that's true, but I'm glad I had the will power not to take Ray up on his offer to fuck me again. He'd developed a crush on me I think, and I'd be taking advantage of him if I let it go further. If I did that I wouldn't like myself. Still, a second fuck would have been just the thing if it were Robby instead of Ray. I don't actually know Ray very well, so maybe I misread him tonight, but there was a sadness in him somehow. In some ways it was kinda pathetic; maybe we're all pathetic in one way or another. And, I'm not sure why I'm in this pensive mood. God, I can't wait for Robby to get over his dislocated shoulder. Then, while thinking about tomorrow with Dodger, I fall asleep.
After a great night's sleep I'm feeling good this morning, well rested and out of my pensive mood. Good! I fell asleep around one o'clock this morning and now it's ten-thirty; well, alright! Don't get a chance to sleep-in too often at college. Taking my time in the bathroom with a long hot shower, re-shaving my pubes and shampooing my short hair, I try figuring out if I'm looking forward to today or if I feel weird about it. A little of each, I guess. And then I realize I'm apparently prepping myself for Dodger and our impending sort of "appointment" fuck. Yeah, that's weird alright, and a totally new concept 'cause I don't think I've ever had an arranged fuck before. It's kinda creepy, but I'm also slightly excited about it. Hell, I need it! This is an emergency what with my current sexual situation of 'needing' it. It's Willie's fault mainly, and a little mine too. Hey, the way Dodger fucks is actually a faint imitation of a Willie-fuck because Dodger's bossy, certainly bossier than Robby, although no where near the dominant character Willie is. No matter, I know now that no fuck for me is as good as Robby's and that's because I love him; we're deeply in love. Young love is a volcanically hot thing; it's intense in ways that few other things can match! I feel that way and know Robby does too, while at the same time, we're both mature enough to allow a little straying. Even so, I still get a roaring jealousy running through me when I know Robby's screwing around, and so does Robby when I'm screwing around, but that's the price we pay. Somehow that jealousy seems to have us growing closer, and pushing us deeper into true love... deeper than ever. Surprising, but that's what seems to be happening. Initial anger, and then the 'make-up' sex is so hot... I love it! Crazy, but it's simply a product of our youthful horniness, or maybe the sex on the side is immaturity, and not maturity at all... haha. I don't know, and I don't give a fuck, no pun intended. Our arrangement seems to be working fabulously and that's what counts. That being said, I'd like to kick the shit out of Ryan Wilcocks for taking advantage of Robby's weakness for boys who kiss his ass. Ryan's a sneaky nerd, not nearly good enough for Robby. It's like Robby gets hooked on gay boys who idolize him, which is definitely immature. I've proved I'm not like that just last night with Ray, and I'm not dissing Robby, just saying...
When I finally come out of the bathroom my hot body is clean, smooth, and taut. I'm smelling good and over-all I'm feeling about as cool as a nineteen year old boy has a right to feel. I'm rocking', but not yet rollin'; I assume Dodger will furnish that. I put on my cross necklace and expensive wristwatch, both compliments of Willie. My earrings too, and this awesome tattoo high on my bicep just adds to my cool! Damn, I'm feeling 'it' this morning. Probably I need to thank Ray for some of my good feelings, and I suppose the thought of Dodger in the wings has something to do with me feeling unber good too. Plus, I have two days away from college staring me in the face. Checking my emails I find one from Robby describing the seedy motel the team stayed at last night. No mention of a roommate, but they always have a roommate and if it were anyone but Ryan Wilcocks, Robby would have mentioned who it was. Robby loves away games, makes him feel professional. The baseball team only has three overnight stays all year, but that's much better than in high school where away games were bus trips that returned the same day or night. I reply to his email with a description of my boring Friday night alone, leaving out the Ray parts: it would have been pretty boring without Ray so I'm not totally lying. I add that I had a good night's sleep, although I missed him, and then I put in some appropriate lovey/dovey stuff, but if I find out he showed Ryan this email I'll be pissed! On my iPhone there are a number of other texts that I reply to with short messages of my own, trying to be funny and cool. Then I get dressed in my usual uniform of sweatpants and a hoody, with sneakers on my feet. In the kitchen I realize I'm hungry but I don't feel like cooking this morning. If mom gets up soon we can go to Pancake House for breakfast. Then my cell phone beeps and I see it's Dodger. He's calling at eleven in the morning? Oh well, he's eager to get started. I answer, "Yo Dodger, whassup?" He says, "Oh Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, you know very well what's up. Robby's given you instructions to do what I say this weekend. Now, here's what I want..." I interrupt, "Sorry to cut-in on your bullshit, Dodger, but my mom and I are going out for breakfast so I can't talk right now." He goes, "You're a cool one alright! You know damn well you can hardly wait for me to do you up right, but you still insist on being Mr. Cool about it. Hey, I get it! It's all good. I'll call you later 'cause I can't have you over until the 'rents leave for the Home Showcase anyway. They have a booth set-up to sell some landscaping and design business." I ask, "Why aren't you part of it, handing out brochures or something?" Dodger laughs, "They tried that last year and I got into a bit of trouble; it was due to a little misunderstanding with the booth next to ours. It got pretty ugly, although it wasn't my fault. This year dad suggested I stay home. Hee hee, I acted disappointed, ya know? But, fuck that. I'll call you when they leave. Bye!"
Hanging up I'm thinking, 'Okay, Dodger's an example of someone who doesn't have different approaches to different people. Yep, Dodger's consistently the same person with everybody. He's got one act, his own, and he sticks with it no matter what. I tend to adjust my attitude depending on who I'm with. Like I said, I act differently with professors than I do with my buds, different when I'm with adults, different when I'm with people I don't know... like that; most kids are the same. Not Dodger though, he doesn't change no matter who he's interacting with. That's probably both a good thing and a bad thing at the same time. I hear my mom's shower turn on; you can hear it through the thin walls of these condos. Well now, breakfast at the Pancake House is in the bag. If she'd have come out in her bathrobe all bets would be off. To kill time I make myself a cup of tea, for a change of pace, and it's quite tasty with five teaspoons of sugar. The Globe is delivered on our front stoop each morning so I grab it and read the sports section while drinking my sweet tea. Mom takes a long time in the bathroom, and then the bedroom, before emerging with her usual huge smile and overflow of energy. I endure the kisses and hugs, only complaining a little by stretching out the word, "Moooom!" Then explaining, "I saw you just last week, mom. It's not like I've been away for six weeks or something." She ignores my protest, saying, "You look so handsome, Dylan. You get better looking every year and you started out as the cutest baby anyone's ever seen, so by now you're gorgeous. I go, "But I already knew that mom," and she laughs, saying, "Well, you are gorgeous, and you're my son so I take some credit for it." I go, "Yeah, you're hot too, mom." She laughs again, then says, "Michael thinks so anyway." Naturally I need to ask, "Who's Michael?" Mom says, "My new boyfriend, that's who." "How old is he?" I wanna know, and mom goes, "Forty-something, why?" "Well, I just wondered how old a guy needs to be before he's no longer a 'boy'-friend,' making quotation marks with my fingers. She goes, "Oooh, yooou!" I quickly add, "Just teasing, mom, how about if you tell me all about Michael over breakfast at the Pancake House; my treat." She goes, "Oh my God, that's so sweet of you, Dylan. I'd love that. And you're treating too, how wonderful!" I go, "You're not really going to let me pay, are you? I offered, but I thought you'd say, 'Nonsense, my beloved son, I'll pay for our breakfast', I mean, I'm a college student." She's laughing, going, "Of course you're not treating, Dylan! That was my little joke." Then I'm like, "I could treat; I'm fat with cash." She's putting on a spring coat and checking herself in the mirror, saying, "I know you could sweetheart, but I don't get a chance to treat you very often." She uses a tissue to remove an imaginary imperfection in her makeup, adding, "Tris told me Chubby's working today, but let me give Tris a call and see if she wants to come with us." While she's doing that, I'm thinking, 'Yes!' because if Tris is with us I won't need to carry on a conversation all the way through breakfast. I love my mom, but it's hard to have long discussions without me giving away something I'd rather not divulge. They'll grill me for awhile and then talk at each other the rest of the time. Which is exactly what happens; so, overall it's an awesome breakfast. For me it consisted of: blueberry pancakes, bacon, sausage, and one scrambled egg, plus two cups of coffee. The moms have a whole wheat muffin and coffee with Equal, an artificial sweetener, instead of sugar... ghastly! Those two are funny together; they're terrible gossips. Then they giggle about it. Tonight they'll be double dating after work, as usual. One thing I never think about, because it's way too weird, is my mom and Tris screwing with the men they always have in their lives. They probably do, but that is not a picture I want in my head! During breakfast Tris and mom decide to go shopping at Tuesday Mornings, a discount store. For something to say, I ask, "What are you shopping for?" and Tris says, "Oh, we don't need anything, but they have such good bargains we just have to buy stuff even if we don't need it." I give them a blank stare and they both burst out laughing. My mom, goes, "Oh Dylan, you just don't understand." And I don't, she's right. Mostly I love that those two are always happily up-beat and that they get excited about the smallest things; like shopping for things they not only don't need, but they don't even know what those things are until they see them.
Back at the condo, I sneak a cigarette on the stoop as the moms prim for their shopping adventure. Then, just as I'm flicking my cigarette butt backwards off my forehead, sputtering and cursing under my breath, my cell phone beeps. I answer the phone, and of course it's Dodger again. He's like, "Dylan, how was breakfast?" I tell him in detail, knowing he doesn't care... heehee. He lets me go on for about a minute, then butts in, "Yeah, sounds like a lot of food, I'm happy for ya. But here's the thing, my parents just left so I want you to meet me in the swimming pool house in fifteen minutes." Hoping he'll put things in perspective about this appointment sex, I go, "Dodger, I just don't feel right about this, it's seems wrong on any number of counts." Dodger does not help with my perspective; instead he goes, "Well I'm not good at counting so I'll ignore that part of it, I'll be right over to get ya. Be outside, okay?" and just like that, he hangs up. Guess he doesn't know I have his brother's pickup with me. Let him burn his gas, but dammit, should I even go with him? Robby wants me to get my sexual needs taken care of by his brother because Robby's sure it will help both him and me. Me by getting my hoariness taken care of, and Robby because he'll feel better about not being able to, as he refers to it, 'Take care of my boyfriend's needs'. He thinks if his brother fucks me I won't stray out of his family, I guess. It's a shaky premise at best, but it's typical Robby logic. I love him so much too, but I am hornier than normal of late, and that's thanks to Willie in Key West, and then Robby pouring it on back here at home. Damn, I really do need a good fuck about now! I mean, Ray was a good warm-up act, but Dodger's developed into the real deal. And why shouldn't he, he's been sexually active a hell of a lot longer than me. It's a bitch, but I need to have some rough sex and that's quite different from the way I was before Key West when it was more like, 'I'd like a good fuck'; there's a big difference between 'like' and 'need' let me tell ya. Anyway, Dodger's gonna be outside in fifteen minutes so I check myself out in the mirror again, and I'm still looking good. I love the two earrings Willie made me get... cool! I'm liking my haircut now too, not that I'm totally used to it. Oh fuck, it's just Dodger, so why am I checking myself out? Plus, he's got the same damn haircut I have. Oh man, I'm kind of a wreck about this appointment sex... nervous, with a weird feeling in my stomach. Anticipation probably. Okay, why wastes time pretending I'm not going to do this; I'm going though with it. Is it a little nuts? Yes! But I'm a little nuts too I guess, nuts about boy-on-boy sex.
I'm smoking another cigarette outside on my stoop when Dodger's pickup comes around the corner on two wheels, then he comes roaring down the block to come screeching to a stop down below my condo. A much different take on driving than Ray's cautious one last night. I take a deep breath; and yeah, it's with anticipation because I've had a few hot times with Dodger in the past, and I expect it to be hot this time too. Robby knows about the three times his brother's fucked me and he's good with that; hell, he set this up himself so I don't need to worry about the guilty conscience that sometimes causes me concerns. Of course, these Dickers brothers have an very unusual brother-relationship themselves, to say the least. I'm taking my time walking down the steps, not wanting to appear eager; Dodger's got his head out the window with his killer smile. He yells, "Yeah, 'come on down!", just like that dork on 'The Price Is Right' does it. Then I think, 'The Price Is Right?', who the fuck watches that stupid show? I'm feeling oddly uncomfortable, but I shrug and think, 'Nothing ventured nothing gained', but I do feel weird 'cause this is weird; making an appointment to get fucked... who does that anyway? I again remind myself, it's got Robby's blessings. Dodger's yelling, "Get your hot ass in the pickup, Dylan, don't be shy. You know I'll be gentle with you." I get in the passenger side, mumbling, "Don't you think this is a little bit weird, Dodger?" He goes, "Are you on mind-altering drugs, or what? What's weird about it. I'm helping my brother out and you've always had a thing for me anyway, so it's win-win situation, dude. I mean, you know how I feel about you, so actually it's win-win-win situation; a fuckin' trifecta!" I ask, "What's a trifecta?" He goes, "I have no idea, I heard Vinnie's father say he won a trifecta at the racetrack, so obviously it has something to do with horse racing. Anyway, who cares..." then he stops talking as he pulls out into the path of an on-coming tractor trailer. The horn of the tractor trailer blares loudly for about fifteen seconds, the truck's breaks screeching, but it does't hit us. Dodger mumbles, "My bad, my bad," and steps on the gas roaring away from the near collision. I wipe the sweat from my forehead, yelling, "You asshole! I don't wanna get killed anytime soon, Dodger!" He says, "Sorry, Dylan. I'll pay more attention, I promise, but I'm excited, dude. Robby's put me in charge of you and I take that responsibility seriously." I go, "Get real, Dodger, you're not in charge of shit." He goes, "Let's set the ground rules, Dylan. Is Robby in charge of you guys? He says that's the way you want it." I go, "That's between Robby and me." Dodger chuckles, "I know, I know, but the thing is, it's actually between Robby, and you, and now me, and that's because Robby and me are as tight as you and Robby are. Not in love like you two, but we share info about our sex and love life, as all close brothers tend to do." I mutter, "Oh, brother!" He says, "Okay, you agree, good!" I take a big breath wondering if this is going to work out, and again surprise myself when I realize I don't care one way or the other. If Dodger pushes his nonsense too far, I'll just tell him to take a hike, but if we get fucked real good, then that's good too.
As he's driving, Dodger jabbers on about him and Vinnie and how Vinnie's sister has this big crush on him. "They don't know Vinnie and I are gay: his family, I mean. Well, my family too, of course. Robby says we need to come out separately so we don't give the 'rents a heart attack, ya know?" I mumble, "I'm not even listening to you, little boy." He goes, "I'm an inch taller than you, little boy," and I look over at him and realize, for the first time maybe, that he isn't a little boy anymore. not in any sense of the word. He's barely eighteen, but he's definitely not a 'little kid' like he was when I first met him. The truth is I really like Dodger, he's got the moxie that Robby and I never had at his age, or at our age now for that matter. It's one of those things you're born with I guess. He pulls into his driveway, saying, "Mom and dad will be at the Home Show all day promoting their company, so we're good!" I feel better knowing Mr. and Mrs. Dickers won't accidentally walk in on us. But why the pool house? I ask, "If they're not here, why not your bedroom?" He's parked the pickup, but turns to me instead of getting out, and asks, "Who's in charge here, Dylan?" I make a face, and say, "Let's say you are, what about it?" He goes, "Well, I get to decide shit, that's 'what about it', and I like the pool house 'cause it's cool." I blow out my cheeks and let the air out slowly, then say, "Okay, the pool house, Dodger. You're a real piece of work, dude." He pinches my cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, saying, "I know that, Dylan! Did I ever mention you're the coolest kid I've ever met?" I go, "Yeah, I seem to remembering you telling me that bullshit about a hundred times." He laughs, and says, "Good! I wasn't sure I told ya." I have to smile because he's ridiculously cute, like his brother. Okay, I got myself a duplicate substitute sex partner, so I tell myself, 'Get in the right frame of mind and have fun with this...' Dodger's getting out of the pickup, telling me, "Let's go, Dylan, follow me," and I do, right into the pool house. It's a really nice sunny Saturday, just before one o'clock in the afternoon. A great day in late April. Inside the pool house, Dodger says, "Sit over there. Dylan, I need to call Vinnie." I go, "Vinnie?" Dodger's pointing at a wicker chair with a cushion, saying, "Yeah, Vinnie... he's joining us. Sit down!" I say, "Get serious, there's been no mention of Vinnie, and I don't wanna sit down. What the fucks wrong with you this morning?" He raises his eyebrows with a smirking expression on his face, then surprises me by getting a fistful of my sweatshirt, saying, "Only one person can be in charge, or nothing gets done. Now sit the fuck down, light a cigarette or something, and let me call my homie... please." He's a twin of Robby's, appearance-wise, especially now that they're both about the same size. Robby's a half inch taller than me and now Dodger's a half inch taller than Robby. I'm the shrimp. The brothers are twins except they're two years apart in age, and Robby has blond hair and blue eyes while Dodger's are light brown hair and brown eyes. I notice for the first time there's a pale green ring in the middle of the brown color of Dodger's eyes. Both boys have gleamingly bright eyes too, not from intelligent as both are about as smart as me; average, in other words. Possibly the extraordinary eyes indicates a high level of sexuality, or maybe something more nefarious.
Dodger's got that touch of authority in his voice that I wish Robby had, and as usual it captivates me. I say, "Don't fuckin' push me, you little shit." I say that mostly to save face because I'm sitting where Dodger wanted me to. He says, "Thank you for sitting down, Dylan, but I'm not a little shit, I'm your friend! Aren't I?" and he seems so sincere about it, I mumble, "Yeah, of course you are, Dodger," He goes, "You hurt my feelings. We're tight, aren't we?" I go, "Sure we are, Dodger." He still looks hurt, as he goes, "I was just trying to have fun with this. I thought you'd want to have fun with our buddy-sex." I go, "Oh, I do. I didn't mean to hurt you're feelings." He goes, "Okay! I really, really like you and you know that's true. When Robby drops you, I'm going to swoop right in and you won't know what hit you." I go, "Um, alright, ah, did Robby say something about dumping me? I mean, you said 'when' he dumps me." Dodger goes, "Oh, no! Not yet, I mean in the future. He's head over heels in love with you now, like Vinnie is with me. It's cool isn't it?" I go, "What?" It's hard keeping up with him, but now he waves a hand at me as he hits his speed dial, then says, "Hello, Kim. Why are you answering your brother's cell phone?" She says something and Dodger grins, saying, "You're too young to have thoughts like that, and anyway I'm going steady so I won't be able to make your dreams come true at this particular time." He listens, grinning and chuckling, then says, "I don't think that's a sexually-possible position, but it is original." Another listen, then Dodger says, "Yes, I have heard that limerick, 'The Man From Nantucket', but I guess you're going to recite it anyway." He waits, then says, "Yes, it's funny. I thought it was funny the first time I heard it about ten years ago, now put Vinnie on the phone or I'm going to spank your ass the next time I see you." He listens, then says, "I should have known you'd like that. How 'bout this, if you don't put Vinnie on the phone I'll have him French kiss you!" Dodger yells, "Ow!" then to me, "She just dropped the cell phone... hahaha, it almost burst my eardrum." I have nothing to say to that, so Dodger adds, "They hate each other, Vinnie and Kim, and she knows Vinnie will do whatever I say, haha." I stare at him, wondering, "Can I believe this?" I mean, he's so full of life; everything is a barrel of monkeys to Dodger. I wish I could get as much out of little things as Dodger does. Everything's fun with him. Robby's just the opposite; he agonizes over everything, thinks about everything, he's sorta naive really. But I love him like that. Dodger would run all over me, he's too confident about his place in the stars, or something. Now I hear, "Vinnie, keep your cell phone away from Kim, she's funny, but a pain in my ass." Then he laughs after Vinnie says something, probably something about the pain in Vinnie's ass after Dodger's finishes with it. That's just a guess though. Dodger says, "I'll tell ya later; for now Dylan Newman wants you and me to do him up magically, like we did last time." He listens, then chuckles, "Yeah, that's right, it was that time I helped my brother by taking care of his boyfriend when Robby had the flu, but this time Robby really did ask for my help." He listens, then says, "Yeah, except it's a dislocated shoulder this time. I'll tell ya fuckin' later, like I just told ya. Just get your ass over here, now!" Dodger looks at me and gives me the best smile, then says to me, "Don't worry, he can make it. He's just asking his mother if he can use her car." I go, "Vinnie isn't part of Robby's silly plan," but Dodger's waving his hand that I need to be quiet, as he says, "What's that, Vinnie? Yeah, get me a pack of Marlboro red. I'll pay ya back later." He listens, then yells, "Well, don't go there then! Go to the convenience store where they don't card ya," then he holds the phone against his chest, and stays to me, "It's so stupid, they card guys for cigarettes now. What next?" Then to Vinnie, "My ear's sweaty from this cell phone, just get over here!" and he puts his cell phone in his pocket, asking, "Ya got a cigarette, Dylan? Vinnie's bringing us a pack." I'm thinking, 'I've slipped into the Twilight Zone'. Making a face, I shake two cigarettes out of the box, and hand one to Dodger as he rubs my head mumbling, "Thanks, dude."
After lighting my own cigarette, I hold out my Bic lighter and Dodger inhales, then says, with smoke drifting from his nose and from between his perfectly formed lips, "Did Robby mention my newest thing?" I go, "You mean that you like to smoke when fucking? You did that last time you plowed my ass." He chuckles; then with the cigarette dangling between his lips, he rubs the palm of his hand over my hair again, while at the same time doing the same to his hair, saying, "These are the coolest haircuts ever. Dont'cha think?" I shrug, "I'm used to it now, and yeah, it's cool. Looks better on you though with your brown hair." He says, "Light brown hair, and I gotta agree with you, but your's looks cool too." He inhales, then takes his cigarette out of his mouth, cups under my chin with his free hand and kisses me as he exhales the cigarette smoke, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I want to pull back, but he's one of those awesome make-out boys and he smells just like his brother. Well, that's if Robby had a slight touch of BO, which he never does. And, like Ray last night, the touch of BO somehow adds to Dodger's boyish sexiness; there's no denying Dodger's awesomely sexy. We're soon into full mouth kisses, lots of saliva as our cigarette smoke encircles our heads. My boner is flaring up fast and when Dodger uses his awesome tongue to lick across my lips, I'm almost panting. He straightens-up, putting the cigarette between his teeth, muttering around the filter, "Just a quick taste," as he unsnaps, then pulls his jeans down under his big balls and leans in on me, pushing his semi-boner against my lips, "Open up, Dylan, come on..." I do, and he slides his cock over my tongue, breathing hard and blowing exhaled smoke over my head. I hold my cigarette away from us. With me sitting and Dodger standing it means he has to lean in and down to match his cock to my mouth. His hips thrusts gently for a minute, then he cups his palms behind my head and pulls my face against his damp crotch, the pubic hairs mesh against my face and go up my nose as the head of his four-inch cock pushes past the gag reflex area and into my throat. Dodger squirms his ass moving his cock head, almost causing me to gag. He's holding me tightly against him, and after thirty seconds or so I need oxygen, so I begin to struggle. Dodger immediately lets go of my head and pulls his now rock-hard cock out of my mouth. As happens frequently in situations like this, there a string of precum and saliva attached to my mouth and his cock, it breaks away from his cock and wets my chin. Dodger takes a huge breathe, inhales on his cigarette, then pats my cheek, mumbling, "You're an awesome good sport, Dylan." I'm in a daze, it was so unexpected. Dodger leans down again and licks the precum and spit from my chin, then gives me a kiss, muttering, "That was hot, wasn't it?" I'm really boner-up so I guess it was, I go, "I guess, but could you give me a clue what's coming next time?" He pulls his pants up, his hard, wet cock sliding against the waistband, as he mutters, "It's more fun if you don't know what's coming, don't ya think?" Shaking my head, I stand-up, "I don't know what to think, Dodger. This is, um, unusual, very unusual." He puts his cigarette out in a beanbag ashtray, saying, "Yeah, it is, but that's part of the fun too... the unusual. Damn, you have a great mouth. I almost blew a load that quickly. You're sexy, Dylan. Anyone ever tell you that?" I lie, "Besides you, no, I don't believe anyone has." He goes, "Well, they must be morons not to notice how sexy you are. Do you know you're the cutest boy I've ever seen?" I laugh, saying, "You're so full of shit! Did ya ever see your brother, or fer chrissakes, yourself in a mirror?!" He goes, "Yeah, a 'course, but you're cuter and Robby agrees with me. Ya know, we should have a national contest on the internet. See if there's any-fuckin'-body in the U.S. of A. that's as cute and sexy as you. Ya wanna?" Stealing a line from Ray last night, I go, "That would be a big fat "NO!" as in, no I don't want to do that." He goes, "You're even cuter when you get upset. Ahh, here's Vinnie. Hear that shitbox car of his mother's. Needs a new muffler."
Oh man, the energy that boy has is something to witness. I'm moving my tongue around in my mouth seeing if I detect any of Dodger's precum, but it must have sprayed down my throat and missed my taste buds. The door to the pool house is locked and the bamboo curtains are down on the windows. A knock on the door, then Vinnie's high-pitched voice, "It's me, Dodger,". Dodger unlocks the door to let Vinnie in, "Hiya, Vinnie, " Dodger says, then gets his arm around Vinnie's neck to pull him over so Dodger can give Vinnie a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Vinnie glows, his big dark eyes shining. He mutters, "Hi, Dodger," one of Vinnie's arms goes around Dodger's waist, the other one he uses to grope his junk. Dodger lets go of him, saying, "Say hi to Dylan," Vinnie nods at me, saying, "Hi, Dylan." "Where's the cigarettes?" Dodger wants to know. Vinnie pulls a new pack of Marlboro reds from his pocket, saying, "They're $8.79, Dodger," who goes, "Uh huh, you know I always pay for 'em Vinne, how come you need to tell me the price every time?" Vinnie makes a goofy face, shrugging and muttering, "I don't know," with a little giggle. Dodger pulls out some money, and gives Vinnie a ten dollar bill, saying, "Keep the change, dude," then he wraps Vinnie in his arms and kisses him on the lips, "You look spiffy and smell good today, Vinnie. Don't tell me you took another shower.." Vinnie frowns, "I always shower, Dodger, you're the one who doesn't... not all the time anyway." Dodger's like, "I'm busy most of the time. What, you don't like my BO?" Vinnie's laughing now, "I love your BO, Dodger, even though it's not too noticeable today." I'm thinking, "This couldn't be they're normal conversation, could it? Jesus!" I go, "Enough hygiene tips, what do you two have in mind? I'm not gone for all that shit you two laid on my body last time." They both ignore me as Vinnie mumbles something to Dodger, giving me the distinct impression that what I just said made no impression on either of them. Dodger mutters, "I don't know, ask him, Vinnie." Vinnie almost looks me in the eyes, but not quite... more like looking me in the forehead. He asks, "Um, Dylan, do you think you could cut my hair like ya cut Dodger's?" I say, "Sure Vinnie, but not this time. All my barber stuff is at college." Vinnie mentioning haircuts reminds me of a year or so ago when Dodger used my clippers to cut all Vinnie's long dark hair off. He did it because Vinnie wanted a buzz cut like Dodger's. He'd made it through sixteen years with long hair, then fell for Dodger and wanted to do everything the way Dodger does it. Dodger's got that haircut fetish thingie so he was hot to give Vinnie the buzz cut himself. I forget, but he must have cum in his pants while doing it, knowing Dodger like I do, he shot off in his pants. Vinnie looks disappointed that I can't give him a haircut today, but says, "Next time you're home then, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, but text me to remind me. I'm suppose to work next Saturday, but that's not for sure yet. Text me next Friday." Dodger's running his fingers over Vinnie's grown-out buzz cut, saying nothing. Probably fantasizing Vinnie getting it shaved down to one-eight inch. I kinda thought my haircut would inspire other to get one like it, but Robby and Connor surprised me by not wanting this haircut; neither did Chubby, now that I think about it.
Dodger says, "We need some Cokes, Vinnie, get some from the refrigerator." There's an old refrigerator in the pool house so the Dickers don't have kids walking through the main house during pool season; you know, with wet feet and water dripping from bathing suits. While Vinnie's getting the Cokes, Dodger says to me, "How about stripping, Dylan. It'll keep your clothes from getting wrinkled." I go, "How 'bout you and Vinnie stripping?" He says, "We're stripping too. You first, Robby made it clear he wants you stripped down naked." I say, "You're so full of it, Dodger. Robby would never say something like that." Dodger comes over, muttering, "It was so something like that, honest! One of us mentioned it, and you know damn well I'm always a hundred precent right, sixty percent of the time," and he pulls up my sweatshirt, saying, "Arms up, I'll help ya." I'm wondering what he just said even means, and I'm also a tiny bit turned-on seeing those two kissing, they're cute together. Dodger's four inches taller than Vinnie, although they used to be the same height when they first started doing it together. I put my arms up and Dodger pulls my sweatshirt off and rubs the palms of his hands on my stomach and chest, murmuring, "What a body, Dylan," then he gets the waistband of my sweatpants and pulls them down to my ankles, then my jockey shorts. His hands cups my cock and balls, "Nice package, Dylan. I've been looking forward to seeing it again." "Don't squeeze my nuts, Dodger." He asks, "Did I hurt you when I fucked you the other day during my haircut?" I go, "No, but it was right on the brink of hurting, you squeezed my balls while fucking me." Dodger goes, "You're stronger than me, you could beat the shit out of me so I'm not about to squeeze your balls and get you pissed off." That's another crock; Dodger's at least as strong as I am, but my biceps are defined nicely, as if I lift weights, although I never have. He probably thinks I'm stronger than I am. My biceps are just a naturally well-defined set of guns, a gift of nature ya might say. Dodger shakes his head, going, "I'm so jealous of your dick, Dylan... and Vinnie's too. Robby and me got stuck with miniature dicks, it's not fair!" He lets go of my cock and balls abruptly, and my cock swings down to hang six inches between my legs. Dodger's hand felt good, actually. Vinnie says, "I love your dick, Dodger! It's freakin' awesome, and you know how to use it too." Dodger mumbles, "Thanks, Vinnie," as he takes the Coke Vinnie's offering. Then Vinnie hands me one, saying quietly, "Here's your Coke, Dylan. I really like that shaved look down there where your pubes used to be; it's cool and looks neat too." I mutter, "Thanks," as I'm stepping out of my sweatpants and underwear. Naked now, except for my sneakers, I stand here drinking my soda wondering, 'What's wrong with this picture?' I can't remember ever being shy about being naked though, maybe as a little kid, but I don't remember that now. Dodger takes a long swig from his can of Coke, does an exaggerated burp that gets Vinnie laughing like mad, then says, "Your turn Vinnie, take it all off. I want you boys naked so I can inspect what I got to work with here." I go, "Oh man, Dodger! You know how to fuck-up a potentially good time. I'm never inviting you on a picnic." Dodger chuckles, saying, "Afraid I'd fuck it up, huh? We'll see if I fuck this up, or if you're begging for more when we're done; and I promised Robby I wouldn't steal you from him so I'm gonna go light on you today. I just wanna make sure I get your rocks-off, that's all; gotta be sure your good to go when Robby's shoulder heals." "Oh brother!" from me again. I've been saying that a lot lately and it's getting on my nerves.
Vinnie takes his clothes off fast. Naked, he asks, "Should I stand next to Dylan for your inspection, Dodger?" Dodger takes another swallow of Coke as he motions with his hand for Vinnie to stand next to me. I start humming the theme from Twilight Zone. I never saw an original version of that TV show, but a few years ago the movie version was on one of the commercial TV networks. Wasn't that good if you ask me. Of course all the commercial interruptions, plus the blanked-out curse words are maybe why it sucked. Dodger ignores my humming attempt at humor, finishes his Coke and puts the can in a recycle bin; then walks over in front of us. "Hold out your dicks, boys, I wanna see which one is longer." Vinnie holds his out as I stand there with a look on my face, like 'Get fuckin' serious'. Dodger laughs, "Okay, don't hold out your dicks," so Vinnie drops his and I chuckle at how ludicrous this is, and then so does Dodger as Vinnie's looking from me to Dodger wondering what's so funny. Dodger gets a handful of both Vinnie's and my cock and balls, saying, "Hmmm, this set in my right hand feels heavier," meaning Vinnie's, but Vinnie asks, "Who's nuts to ya have in your right hand, Dodger?" I laugh out loud, then say, "The inspection is over, let's proceed to the next step." Dodger chuckles, saying, "Killjoy," then, "You two hug, let me see what that looks like". Vinnie says, "I feel, um, awkward, hugging Dylan... I don't know him that good." Dodger, goes, "Oh, a couple of uncooperative participants I see," I've got my tongue in my cheek, smirking at Dodger. "You two need discipline, and Vinnie groans, muttering, "My ass is still stinging from Thursday night, Dodger." This breaks-up Dodger and he calls the inspection off, "You both pass inspection. Now for your treat, I'll undress and reveal my especially hot body, but no touching until I say so." I mutter sarcastically, "This is exactly like Robby and I do it." Dodger's pulling his shirt over his head, saying, "Whether you know it or not, this is getting everyone feeling comfortable about being naked together. There's a method to my madness." Maybe he has something there, I feel comfortable alright. While Dodger tries getting his jeans off over his sneakers, never an easy thing to do, I check out Vinnie. He's short, as I mentioned, but he's another one of those boys with a good physique; nice taut body. Vinnie's got the traditional Italian swarthy complexion from head to foot. Big dark eyes and dark hair, a nice pubic patch with big balls and a cock that's a little over five inches long; like Ray's in many ways. Heavy looking, but nice and straight; curved cocks aren't all that enticing to me. Vinnie's kinda cute in the handsome way of some Italian boys. He looks older than he is; older than he acts by far. A real nice kid who loves, loves, loves Dodger, his hero. I could get myself hot just imagining these two going at it. Hell, I saw some of that the last time we convened for that unauthorized three-way sex-a-thon when Robby had the flu.
Dodger's naked now too, except for his sneakers. Vinnie and I look at Dodger for leadership; I just fall into that role from habit. I mean in sexual situations. Vinnie automatically falls in-line because it's what he always does with Dodger. Dodger says, "As you can both see I have an awesome body, including bigger nuts than either of you, but I'm deformed and totally astonished that my dick is so short, but I'll make-up for that with skill and guile." Vinnie asks, "What's guile, Dodger?" Dodger goes, "I have no fucking idea; do you know, Dylan?" I go, "I got no clue, cleverness maybe." "That sounds good," Dodger says, "Who wants to feel my guile up their ass first?" Vinnie raises his hand saying, "I do, I do" as Dodger and I both chuckle. Then Vinnie asks, "Can we do a train; your guile up my ass and mine up Dylan's?" Dodger asks, "Do you have guile, Vinnie?" Vinnie, goes, "No, I'll just use my cock." "Good idea," Dodger says, "Okay, that sounds good, but we need three things before we can continue: KY jelly and two boners, one for me and one for Vinnie. I'll get the jelly while you give Vinnie a boner, okay, Dylan?" I go, "Yesser, master." Vinnie turns right to me and pushes his groin out. I bend down, but it's just easier to get on my knees, so that's what I do. Picking up Vinnie's cock I must agree, it is a heavy one alright. I lean my forehead against his belly and both Vinnie's hands go to my shoulders; he's already breathing with fast little breaths and I haven't even put it in my mouth. When I do, it's a real big mouthful, I kinda remember that from last time. Vinnie smells very clean which is different from the first, and only other time I've had Vinnie's cock in my mouth. I apparently caught him on a bad BO-day back then. After lathering it up with saliva I push out the whole cock except for the head, and then do my usual sucking and licking on the head until the shaft firms us, then I start sucking his cock, inch by inch, into my mouth using my tongue to lap at the shaft as my lips and cheeks suck on it. For something new I get his balls in one hand and do little crunching squeezes that have Vinnie going up on his toes, "Ou,ou, ah ah,ohhh!" he goes. Very verbal. Also his hands are busy rubbing my head and under my chin, massaging my shoulders and when I get him really hard, he presses the palms of his hands against my cheeks in hopes of more stimulation on his cock. His palms are damp. Dodger's smoking and watching intently. Then he mutters, "Jesus, what a blow job! You're doing me too, Dylan." In a strained voice, Vinnie says to Dodger, not to me, "I'm gonna cum, Dodger!" Dodger laughs, blowing cigarette smoke around my face, then pulls Vinnie back dragging his tasty cock from my mouth. I never even got it in my throat. Vinnie's chest is heaving as Dodger immediately gets his cock in my mouth and I wet it down with my tongue. Vinnie goes, "Mmmm," as a big precum bubble oozes out of his pee slit. Dodger's exhaled smoke is all around my face and I inhale some of the second hand smoke as Dodger leans over and sucks the precum from Vinnie's cock. Vinnie goes, "Ahhh, Dodger, suck my dick!" Smoke drifting from his mouth, Dodger's laughing, saying, "Down boy!" like Vinnie's a dog in heat. Even though extremely hard, Vinnie's cock is too heavy to stick straight out from his body like mine does at times. His apparently can't stick straight out, although it is as straight as a poker, and almost as hard as one, drooping down about ninety degrees. The fat head of his cock is probably what's dragging it down.
After giving me a taste of his cock, Dodger pulls it from my mouth, except for the head. With my spit dripping off the shaft, and I repeat the same procedure on Dodger's cock I'd just done on Vinnie's sucking and lapping at the head, then sucking in the shaft when it gets nice a firm. Quiet grunts of pleasure from Dodger, as I get his cock hard as stone. He pulls it out with one last low moan, takes a deep breath, then says, "Okay, step one is completed, next I need the lube," and he reaches into a backpack laying on the floor and takes some KY from it. "Here, Dylan," he says, handing the lube to me, "Lube up Vinnie's boner because that fat boy's going up your ass." I standup, my eyes getting big looking at Vinnie's large hard cock, but I'm in the mood for more sex after sucking some tasty cocks. Sucking the boy's cocks got mine fairly firm too, and I can't wait to feel Vinnie hog up my ass. I'm glad I'm getting Vinnie first, my ass is itching for something big and long; the lips of my anus are almost sucking from wanting that thing inside me. I take the lube 'cause I'm gonna definitely need it for that monster between young Vinnie's legs. His balls don't hang low, but are oddly up near his cock; they're big and round so he's gonna gush a lot of his young spunk eventually, and I hope it's up my ass. I know Dodger's three-sums, from last time, and they'll both take turns fucking me; I'll get my chance too, but I'll wait for Dodger to tell me so I don't screw-up his plan. He likes to make the moves up in his head in advance; at least that's what he told me one time. He has all the moves planned so that everybody gets off at least twice. I'm up for it now, fer sure. There's noticeably less smart-ass remarks flying around, so apparently Vinnie and Dodger are hot to trot too. We're horny boys and we'll definitely have ourselves a hot afternoon of buddy sex. I smear jelly on Vinnie's boner as he makes squeaky noises, then I push some of the lube up my ass, then wipe my hand on Vinnie's ass getting off most of the lube residue. He looks at me questioningly and I give him a smile that he returns. Bending over then, with my hands on my knees, gets me a loud, stinging slap on my ass from Dodger. He steps in front of me now, muttering, "Well, okay! We're good to go," as he gets his crotch in my face, moving his hips so his bush and hard cock rub around my face. When I try to move back he cups behind my head to hold me there, saying, "Hold still, that's good, just like that, stay..." like he's talking to a jittery horse. He says to Vinnie, "Your train tunnel awaits you." Vinnie does a nervous excited giggle. Not too nervous or excited that he can't immediately push the head of that baseball bat of a boner past my sphincter muscle. No hesitation on Vinnie's part at all. I buck and moan out, and Vinnie takes his lead from Dodger, gripping my hips, saying sternly, "Stay! Hold your ass up, and don't move!" Oh my God, my cock starts to get harder now that that innocent kid spoke with authority. He's copying Dodger from when Dodger's fucking him, I have no doubt about that. Vinnie rams his cock in another two inches, and I jerk my body, going, "Oww, ahhh, that's tight, Vinnie!", but it comes out muffled because Dodger's cock and balls are squished against my mouth. Vinnie gives me a hard "Smack!" on my ass, yelling, "Stay!" in his high pitched voice, full of imitation authority. I gulp and stay steady 'cause those ass smacks sting like a bumblebee stings. Dodger's lit another cigarette for himself, watching Vinnie, while Dodger absently continues his crotch rub in my face. Blowing-out smoke, Dodger mumbles, "You're doing good Vinnie," rotating his hips in my face; his pubic hair and cock smear precum tightly around my face. By now I've got a few pubic hairs stuck between my lips. Vinnie humps hard and I yell into Dodger's groin, "Goddammit! That hurts!" "Smack!! Smack!!" on my ass with Vinnie's open hand. Stings like hell. One last hump that hurts as bad as the first couple, but I do a quiet groan and get some more loose pubes in between my lips for my trouble. I'm feeling Vinnie's little pubic patch tickling my ass cheeks so the worst is over and soon the good part will begin. And what happened to my toughened ass? I thought Willie toughened it up for me, apparently not for cocks the size of Vinnie's.
Vinnie asks, "How long should I wait for his ass to relax, Dodger?" Dodger says, "Use you best judgement, Vin, you should feel the rectum change slightly." Then he cups his hand under my chin, pulling my face up, saying, "Open!" in the same authoritative voice Vinnie's using. I know damn well Dodger doesn't use it with Robby. I like a cock in my mouth though, so I open wide sticking my tongue out, "Good!" says Dodger as he moves his firm cock over my tongue, then around my face one more time, smearing my spit with his precum everywhere he moves it. Another drag on his cigarette, his exhale a stream of smoke in my face making me close my eyes and inhale more of the second-hand smoke, which I blow out through my nose. Dodger's moving his fat cock under my nose using two fingers at the root to guide it here and there, now across my forehead, "Keep your mouth open, get your tongue out a little more," Dodger commands, smoke drifting from his nose and mouth. I try doing that, with my jaw's aching, "Hold just like that," Dodger says, and rests the head of his fat cock on my outstretched tongue and leaves it there as Vinnie begins withdrawing his boner.That hurts just as much as it did going in. The head of his cock has swollen and it's really fat and hard! I'm making gagging sounds because, with my mouth so wide open like this, I can't form words. Dodger pinches my nostrils together and I need to breath through my mouth around his fat cock head so the gagging sounds stop. I take a big inhale from the corners of my lips. "Push it back in a little faster," Dodger tells Vinnie, and Vinnie forces it back up my ass. I guess if Willie hadn't toughened my ass to the degree he did I'd be screaming by now; although it doesn't hurt as much as it did a minute ago when Vinnie pushed it up my ass initially, and when he withdraws it again he slides it back up easily this time, and without pain. "You got him now, Vinnie. Nice job," from Dodger, and then he turns his attention to me, sliding his cock inside my mouth. I gratefully shut my mouth and go to work with my tongue and lips sucking and licking Dodger's hard cock. Every inhale of Dodger's crotch odor screams 'Teenage boy needs a shower', but strangely it's erotic to me by now. I got used to it when Dodger was rubbing his crotch in my face. If there weren't a half dozen of Dodger's pubic hairs in my mouth it would be very pleasant sucking his cock, but one of the hairs has worked it's way into my throat and I begin making that weird "Cauuu" sound that you make when trying to get something out of your throat. Dodger, goes, "Ya got a hair in your throat?" and pulls his hard cock out, saying, "Let me take a look." So I open my mouth wide again and Dodger plucks out four or five hairs, shaking them off his spit covered fingers, then puts his finger in my throat and I'm gagging like mad now, but he pulls out the offending hair, muttering, "This summer, after school is out, my pubes get shaved like your's, Dylan." Vinnie stopped fucking me to watch, then gets back to it with harder thrust up my ass and it's beginning to feel fantastic. Around Dodger's boner, I go, "Mmmm, that's feeling good, Vinnie..." although it doesn't sound much like that because Dodger's cock head is weighing down my tongue. Vinnie grunts, then mutters, "I'll say!" as if I asked him how it feels. Then he adds, "You got a great ass for fucking," as he drive his boner hard up my ass with his crotch slamming into my buttocks, rocking me forward. Dodger cups my chin again, lifting my head and I automatically open wide and stick my tongue out till it aches. "Good, boy, Dylan," Dodger says, while sliding his cock back and forth on my tongue, then pushes it back in my mouth and he closes my jaw with another cupped hand under my chin. He says, "If we get to do this a couple more times, Dylan, you'll catch on to when I want your tongue out and when I want you sucking it, like Vinnie has learned to do". I don't pay a lot of attention to that, just go about licking and sucking his cock head, loving the feel and taste of a boy's cock while Vinnie's has my ass vibrating with pleasant sensations. I start pushing back at his thrusts and get a "SMACK! SMACK!" on my ass cheek, always the same fucking cheek, which is red and stinging now. Vinnie says, "No!" More of Dodger's cigarette smoke surrounds my face as he chuckles at his protege. I inhaled more of his secondhand smoke.
Two more minutes of Vinnie fucking me and I'm going, "Mmmm, ahhh, yeaaaah," around Dodger's cock, in a sea of pleasure now. Dodger pulls his cock out of my mouth; it's now so hard it can stand straight out from his body, heavy head and all. "You suck cock better than Vinnie, Dylan... wish I could say that about Robby, but he's never sucked my cock." Vinnie goes, "Oh Dodger! What'd Dylan do that I don't do?" Dodger's spreading jelly on his boner, muttering, "You're good too, Vinnie. Hey, Dylan just sucked you off, you tell me what he did different. I don't know, it's like he's got two tongues, or something." He's casually walking behind Vinnie; I can't see him, but I hear Vinnie go, "Ahh! Oh god!," then rock forward, his cock going all the way up inside me. His body jostles against me as Dodger gives Vinnie a rough, hard fucking. Vinnie just leaves his cock up my ass moaning in pleasure. "Ohhh, Dodger, ummmm, ah ah ah, fuck me, Dodger..." Hearing a loud ass-slap makes me grin 'cause Vinnie's getting some of his own medicine. After a couple minutes of Vinnie rocky against me at each thrust of Dodger's cock, with Vinnie's cock moving slightly in my ass as he grunts at Dodger's thrusts, I complain, "Vinnie, you're not doing your job." Dodger says, "Pull out of Dylan, Vinnie." I immediately feel a sucking feeling in my rectum as he withdraws quickly. After leaving his boner up my ass for the last three or four minutes my anus just naturally tries holding-on to Vinnie's fat cock head, but it pops out. I'm totally wide open back there now and I clench my ass muscles trying to close it, but all I get is a quivering anus. My own dick is hard, so I stroke it waiting for a cock up my ass. Dodger says, "Just stay like that, Dylan, I'll be right with ya." Then to Vinnie, "Light us a couple of cigarettes, Vinnie." Vinnie is doing that as Dodger asks me, "Ya want a smoke, Dylan?" I go, "No, I'll just keep smoking your exhales." He chuckles, then gives my ass a loud, hard "SLAP!!" that has me yelping. "Here ya go, Dodger," Vinnie says, handing Dodger a new cigarette. They both inhale deeply and blow the smoke at my face and I again close my eyes and inhale the second hand smoke. It pours out of my nose and mouth; kinda sexy knowing that that smoke's been in the boys' lungs, mouth, and noses. Without further ado, Dodger rams his cock up my ass, and with a grip at both my hips he fucks me wildly for three minutes until I'm on the brink of climax. Knowing Dodger's boner was up Vinnie's ass before mine is sexually stimulating to me; very erotic! Vinnie blows smoke in my face, saying, "Open!" When I do Vinnie's cock, smeared with jelly and my ass juices, goes in my mouth. More smoke as Vinnie says, "Clean him up good, Dylan," then with an exhale of cigarette smoke, he adds, "There's enough jelly up your ass, and I opened ya up wide for Dodger, so ya won't feel anymore discomfort the rest of the day." I'm liking the concept of 'the rest of the day' too. By now my ass is a living thing, a treasure chest of pleasure. There's stinging from the hard smacks on my ass, but Robby does that too so it's no big deal. God, Dodger's fucking feels good!
When Dodger pulls out of my ass, he says, "That's how you fuck Dylan, Vinnie. He don't want a wimp fuck, he wants you to mean it." More exhaled smoke as my ass is once again hanging wide open with no boner in it. As Vinnie exhales smoke, he pulls his cock from my mouth with Dodger encouragingly saying, "Vinnie, you're doing fine. I didn't mean to criticize you, I'm just teaching you, that's all. I'm more experienced, and we got to do Dylan up right for Robby. Okay?" Vinnie's behind me again, he pushing his cock up my ass again and I feel the difference in heft immediately. He says, "Yeah, I understand. Okay, Dodger, I got it. I'll make you proud." Dodger comes around in front cupping my chin again. I lift my head and open wide and in goes another ass-smeared, KY-jellied hard cock; Dodger's this time and it's been up my ass and Vinnie's. "Clean it good, Dylan," as he cups behind my head pulling my face into his crotch and forcing his cock into my throat. Rotating his hip, his cock head moves in my throat as I use my throat muscles to further stimulate his meat. Vinnie's pounding the shit out of my ass. Well, not really shit, but you know what I mean. Dodger pulls back to let me breath, than down my throat goes his boner again. My hands on my knees, plus the fact that my face is pressed against Dodger's groin, are the only things keeping me from falling over because Vinnie is giving my ass a youthful workout that would tire an older guy. I feel my climax coming on, and it's a big one. Every sensory nerve in my body is tinkling like sparklers and when Dodger pulls his cock from my throat I begin making pathetic moans of pleasure, muttering, "Yeah, yeah, fuck me Vinnie.." then as my climax builds to a crescendo the noises I'm making change to a squeaky, "Un, un, un, un, un" sounds from my throat. Dodger's around behind Vinnie again ramming his saliva coated boner up Vinnie's ass. Dodger knows I'm ready to blow and he probably doesn't want my spunk all over his legs. My back arches and I do a tight thrust with my hips as the first shot of cum fires from my cock head, and darkness blinds me for a second. The head of my cock is now a living thing, on it's own. There's a feeling of pulsating lips of my pee slit as a long stream of cum flies out creating a world of exotic feelings all around my pelvic region and I'm groaning and gasping, then I make an humiliating squeal, as four fast moving shorter spurts follow the main stream and my world is full of so many sensations they're a blur... too many erotic sensations to acknowledge individually. My entire body shudders and, as often happens with really hot climaxes, my scalp tingles and my toes curl and a million sizzling electric shocks go through my body between my tingling scalp and my curled toes. I let out a long moan of pleasure, this time my moans sounds like I'm giving birth. Holy shit! What a great climax, it built-up and built-up, just the way Dodger orchestrated it in his head; round after round of sexual stimulations leading to an enormous climax that still has me shivering with pleasure. The kind of thrilling pleasure that only a major climax can create.
Vinnie continues plowing my ass after my orgasm, then he lets out a sound like I heard a cow make when my middle school class was on a farm watching someone milking unbelievably huge teats on a cow.The cow lifted it's head and made a sound like Vinnie just did. During Vinnie's strange screech, I actually feel his first hard stream of spunk bounce off my bowels, and then there's a gush of cum in my ass with Vinnie doing a sort of yodel, fucking me faster. Dodger's fucking Vinnie during his climax, laughing at the sound Vinnie made, then he goes, "Pull out Vinnie, I'm getting ready to blow my load. I do that all the time up your ass, so this one is going up Dylan ass." There's that same sucking sensation in my rectum as Vinnie pulls that big cock of his out of my ass and I clench my ass muscles trying to hold his cock inside of me. Then the sucking, slurping sound as Vinnie's fat cock head pulls free of my anus lips. Dodger immediately jams his fat boner up my ass and I go down on my hands and knees, the palm of my right hand sliding in one of my cum shots. Dodger gets a leg on either side of my buttocks, his hands gripping my hips, and he begins rabbit fucking me. It feels fantastic and my forehead goes down to rest on the floor as I concentrate on the wonderful world of pleasure in my rectum. Dodger dominants my ass, slushing in Vinnie's teen spunk with lots of it splashing from my rectum to wet my buttocks. I don't feel Dodgers shot of cum, but I know when he has his orgasm because it's awesomely messy in my ass. Dodger groans, humping into me hard, then holds it there blowing a long exhale between his lips spraying my back with his saliva, "Oh man!" he says, with another long exhale. "Awesome ass, huh, Vinnie?" My body shudders again and shivers run around my ass as my sphincter closes and opens on it's own, vibrating. "Whoa!" goes Dodger, "You okay, Dylan. You're shaking, dude." I cough a real cough, then slowly get up, muttering, "What a climax! You boys did a hell of a job, congratulations.." "What'd I tell ya, Dylan. We know our stuff, I taught Vinnie everything he knows, didn't I Vin?" Vinnie's nodding his head, going, "Ooh yeah, did you ever!" I weakly mumble, "You guys filled me up good," and Vinnie says, "Filled-up with premium, that's what Dodger always says to me after he does me." Dodger grins and gets Vinnie around the neck again to jostle him a little bit, their softening cock swinging in the breeze, slimy and shiny with mixed cum from my ass a KY jelly. Dodger asks, "Vinnie, ya wanna get your wick wet again?" Vinnie goes, "Sure!" and Dodger nods at me saying, "Go ahead." Then to me he says, "Vinnie needs a little more of your ass, you don't need to bend over this time though. Just scrunch down a little so Vinnie can reach your hole." He doesn't ask me if it's okay, just assumes I'll cooperate and he assumes correctly because I'm wide open and I don't mind feeling filled up again.
Vinnie walks over, and says, "Down a little more," then he slaps my ass, going, "Hold it there," and my semi-hard dick moves. Can I believe Vinnie's this bossy? Of course I know he's imitating Dodger, but still, it's hot coming from his squeaky voice and those slaps on my ass... way sexy! Vinnie strokes his cock, then comes around in front of me to gets his hands behind my head, pulling it down. He goes, "Open! You need to firm this up a little." Dodger lights his forth cigarette, chuckling, "Way to be, Vinnie!" My head goes down and Vinnie pushes his cock at my lips. His cock is all messy again, but I suck it into my mouth and work at it real good, feeling my balls move. Damn nice penis on this kid. "Okay, I'm good to go," he says to Dodger, then to me, "Back the way you were, Dylan and I'll give ya a little encore like I always get from Dodger." He cockily walks behind me and "Slap!" on my red, stinging buttocks, then his cock slides right up inside me, slushing around in what's left of both the boys' orgasms. A lot of it's drooled down both my buttocks and onto the back of my legs. He goes at it pretty good and the feeling in my balls gets me grunting softly. Vinnie's grunting too, then in a strained voice, "Bend over and grab your knees," followed by another two smacks on my ass, "Slap! Slap!" I bend right over mumbling a low, "Ow," but, oh my God, it feels good in my ass. Vinnie's really going at it again and my dick's firming up nicely, then he stops and pulls out, mumbling, "I can't work-up a second load, Dodger." He says it in kind of a whiny way. "You'll get one later this afternoon, Vinnie," from Dodger. I'm still bent over as Vinnie says, "Yeah, I know." Then he gets in front of me, saying, "You know what to do by now, Dylan." I open wide with my tongue way out and Vinnie slides his sloppy cock over my tongue. I get it cleaned-up for him in about a minute. He pulls it out, saying, "Nice... real nice." Behind me Dodger now slaps my ass twice, "Smack! Smack!" saying, "Just a little tenderizing, Dylan," and he plugs his fire-hydrant cock all the way in it's full four inches and fucks me so hard I go down on my hands and knees again. Four minutes later I've finally got my full boner back, but Dodger pulls out, muttering, "I see what ya mean, Vinnie. We'll need to resupply our nuts with spunk and go at it later this afternoon. Let's clean our fuck-boy up now." They both get a hand under each of my arms pulling me up, with me protesting, "I don't need help getting up, I'm good. My ass is kinda sore from you pricks slapping it, but I'm good. It feels real good inside me, as a matter of fact." Dodger says, "Let's take a shower, we want to clean you up, Dylan. We made a mess on your ass so it's our job to take care of you now." They did the same thing the only other time we've had a three-way together. As we walk into the pool house shower, Dodger says, "I can't believe you're not sore inside your rectum, Dylan. Vinnie and I fucked you hard. I thought you'd be complaining ya can't take it up your ass the rest of the day." I go, "From you two youngster? Come on! I'm used to man-fucks from a certain college roommate I know, not high schoolers fucking me." Of course it's Willie who toughened-up my boy-pussy, but I don't intend mentioning that. I say, "I'm looking forward to later this afternoon, boys." "You're amazing, Dylan," says Vinnie. Then Dodger tells Vinnie, "I'd be the same way, dude. Dylan and me are experienced, you'll get there." "Hope so," is Vinnie's only response.
The pool shower is intended for two people taking a shower at the same time; two movable shower heads about four feet apart so there's plenty of room for all three of us. The boys insist on bathing me. Dodger shampoos my really short hair and Vinnie, on his knees behind me is cleaning my ass and the back of my legs. He first gets the cum off my legs and buttocks, then with his finger in my ass massaging my prostate he's supposedly cleaning-out my rectum, I guess. It gets me squirming, going, "Mmmm, hmmm." Vinnie's giggling, muttering, "Just cleaning your fuck hole, Dylan, 'cause Dodger want's us to clean ya up as good as we fucked ya." "That's right, Vinnie," states Dodger, "I promised Robby to treat Dylan with respect." Vinnie's finger is out of my ass now, so I'm able to speak words again. Feigning indignation, I'm shouting, "Treat me with respect! Ya fucked me like wild animals and made me suck your cocks; is that respect?" Dodger's shocked, "You don't think so? That's a lot of fucking respect, my friend! Tons of it!" I chuckle at that ridiculous comment. The two of them, working as a tag-team match, managed to get me to a sexual high that one person would have a hard time duplicating, but I never slipped into a submissive trance like Willie makes me do though, or feel the loving sexual sense I get from Robby's and my sex, but there's friendship here, and even a friendship type love for Dodger. So, in short: as awesome as this sexual experience was, it can't top how I feel when Robby and I really get into it. No sense in bursting these boy's bubbles though 'cause they did a really good job of satisfying my urges. Vinnie's got a clean washcloth now with lots of bathing gel and he's rewashing all over my ass and my ass crack, and the back of my legs again too. He's still on his knees behind with the water spaying off his head. I look back and Vinnie looks up with a very sweet smile, murmuring, "Getting you sparkling clean, Dylan. I love cleaning your primo ass." His dark eyes are protected by long curving black eyelashes and he looks so cute I could kiss his rosy bow-shaped lips. I go, "Thanks, Vinnie! I feel so clean it's sick, dude. Great job!" Dodger's done with the shampoo and now he's loading up a clean washcloth with bath gel, saying, "Close your eyes, Dylan, I'm gonna wash your face," and he does, then my neck, ears, and shoulders, then my chest. It's really cool being washed by four busy hands. Vinnie's reaching between my legs now washing my cock and balls, the top of his head against the bottom of my ass, his hair soaked flat against his round head. Then he's in front, under Dodger, washing my feet and lower legs. Dodger's wash cloth cleans my arms and armpits, then my junk again. The boy's washcloths meet at me knees and I'm all cleaned-up. Dodger directs the other shower head towards me and the two shower heads rinse the soap off, and I'm wicked CLEAN! Dodger grabs my forearm and pulls me out of the shower and both boys grab fluffy towels to dry my body. I just hold my arms out and spread my legs; they don't miss a spot. I'm chuckling because it's delightful being waited-on like this. Plus, even better, my sexual urges have been roughly, but nicely satisfied. I'm feeling awesome. "Now we shower ourselves, Vinnie," Dodger mutters. Then, laughing, he adds, "I'm fuckin' exhausted, dude," and they grab-ass with each other going into the shower. I get dressed, yelling, "Thanks, guys. Awesome job! And I mean all the way around".
When I'm dressed I grab another Coke from the refrigerator and smoke a cigarette waiting for the boys, thinking, 'Smoking a cigarette while fucking is kinda hot; wonder why that is?' When the boys are showered, dried, and dressed we go outside and play around with a basketball, shooting at a basket that extends from the front of the garage. It turns into a game of "horse" only we use dirty words. The winner of each game gets to choose the next word and I chose "clitoris". Vinnie says, "I don't know how to spell that," and Dodger and I say, at the same time. "Neither do I". So I change the word to 'humping'. We play for an hour, goosing each other from behind just when one of us is ready to shoot the basketball. That adds to the difficulty of each shot, fer sure. After a couple hours of that, we go inside the main house for something to eat, settling on little frozen pizzas that we need to bake in the oven. While they're baking Dodger tells me about a sex marathon he and Vinnie had two weekends ago when Vinnie stayed at Dodger's house overnight. I believe about one-half of what they tell me, but Vinnie swears every word Dodger says is true, and maybe it is. This has been a wild time already, but it ain't over.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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