DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 39
by Donny Mumford
We're a little sweaty from playing basketball and running around goosing each other. The goosing reminds me of some of us kids riding the school bus to middle school some years ago. Right after ya get your big-boy cock and your balls drop, some of us had an urge come over us to goose each other, but it was a passing thing... didn't last too long. When Chubby and I got to high school we walked to school so no school bus, but hell, there was a lot of nut crunching around the Dicker's pool every Wednesday night in the summer, so it's not necessarily just a middle school thing. The nut crunching around the Dicker's pool happened during the summer I worked on the lawn cutting job with Robby, and actually mostly the ball crunching was done in the pool, out of the 'rents probing eyes. There's a little kid lurking inside most of us, and that's especially true of teenage boys. At least it's true for the teenage boys I know. When Dodger, Vinnie, and I get tired of basketball and goosing each other, we go inside the main house and eat little frozen pizzas that we bake in the over. Dodger entertains us by telling lies about his sexual exploits. It was maybe two-and-a-half hours after our first three-some buddy sex and Dodger wants to know if we're ready for round two of our sex-a-thon, and I go, "Hell, yeah, I'm ready!" Vinnie just nods his head in agreement, groping his junk. As we walk past the basketball court I pick-up the ball and take a last shot at the basket and it's a 'swish'; then, as the ball bounces in the driveway we wander back inside the pool house. Dodger locks the door, mumbling to himself, "Just to be safe." He turns around then to look at Vinnie and me, claps his hands, and says, "Okay, boys, time to strip... get naked." Dodger is obviously relishing being in-charge and that's more than fine with me. Vinnie and me are having fun playing our part as willing-followers, which works out fine for Dodger too. The three of us are quickly naked, except for our sneakers.
Being naked again we all unconsciously play with ourselves, pulling on our dicks, horny for more boy-on-boy sex. It's great to be with ones' own kind, if ya know what I mean. My asshole finally closed-up to it's normal condition sometime during the third basketball game of "horse", about two hours ago. Vinnie gets us more Cokes out of the refrigerator, but I spot a bottle of Canada Dry ginger-ale and choose that instead. Dodger's drinking his Coke as he comes over and grabs a handful of my butt cheek, asking, "Your ass ready for some more company, Dylan?" I gulp down a mouthful of ginger-ale, and go, "Dude, you know it, but I gotta get my dick in somebody's bum hole or I'll feel I'm not doing my part." He lets go of my ass, saying, "Vinnie, would you pass me the lube, dude," and when he has it he puts down his Coke and unscrews the lid on the penis-shaped tube, and hands it to me, asking, "Want a taste of my boyfriend? I don't share him with anyone but you, Dylan." To Vinnie, he asks, "Okay with you, Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Yeah sure, Dylan fucked me last time we three went at it." Dodger lifts my limp cock, saying to Vinnie, "You're gonna need to suck him a boner first." Vinnie's head is tilted back as he drains the last of his can of Coke, he tosses it about twelve feet into the recycle bin, shouting, "It's goooood!"; his imitation call like the Celtic's public address guy at the TD Garden says when the Celtics make an important basket. Dodger lights a Marlboro red, asking Vinnie, "You want this?" Vinnie nods his head indicating he does; he takes it from Dodger's fingers, mumbling, "Thanks, Dodger." Taking a drag on the cigarette, then blowing the exhaled smoke at my crotch, he reaches between my legs and gets a handful of my cock and balls, stating, "You got a really nice dick, Dylan, and I already told ya how cool it is you shave your pubes so ya got yourself a very awesome package here." I go, "That's very nice of you to say, Vinnie." He grins, adding, "And I'm looking forward to your cock up my ass and, um, is it okay if I suck your dick for you?" I go, "Yeah, suck away, Vinnie." He smirks at Dodger, muttering, "Today's been awesome, wish Dylan was around all the time." Dodger's got his own cigarette going now. He blows smoke out his nose and mouth, muttering, "He will be, all summer. Let me see how fast you can suck a boner on him, Vin."
Holding his cigarette away from my body, Vinnie gets on his knees and takes my cock between his fingers to guide the limp noodle to his lips. Great lips for sucking cock too; a little puffy and nicely shaped. Vinnie has a real cute mouth. He sucks on the head of my penis and uses quick licks with his tongue to get my dick's attention, sucking on just the head as he's doing those licks with his tongue. A little like a eight year old sucks on a lolly pop. Lips sucking and tongue lapping; a very nice technique to get the shaft of my cock taking on some warm venous blood that'll lead to stiffening, and then a boner. Boners are awesome things that us males get to experience and I'm quite fond of most of the thousands I've had over the years... the exception being those embarrassing boners that pop-up at the wrong time, tenting the front of my pants. When my organ is pleasantly hard, Vinnie takes it in his fingers and pull it from his mouth to look at it like he's never seen a boner before. He strokes it a few times then looks up at me grinning... proud of himself. His spit is all around his mouth and running down his cute chin. I grin back 'cause his small fist feels good stroking my dick and because he's basically a very likable, sex-loving kid. He takes a drag off his cigarette and blows smoke up towards my face, muttering, "Nice tasting penis, Dylan." Now that it's fairly hard he pushes my saliva coated boner up against my belly to do full length laps up the underside, starting at my balls. Four or five laps with his nice bubblegum-pink tongue and then he begins sucking my balls while keeping my boner pressed against my stomach, under the damp palm of his hand. I grunt, then begin sucking on my lips. Dodger exhales some smoke in my direction grinning, seemingly proud of how good his boyfriend is at sucking my cock and balls. Vinnie's now licking under my slightly sweaty nuts getting awful close to my asshole. The basketball play brought out some perspiration on all of our clean bodies. A quick passing thought slides through my mind at how nice it was earlier being washed in the shower by these too hot gay boys. Maybe if I ever get rich I'll have a team of young gay boys on staff to bath me... and other things. Haha. He's got both my balls in his mouth now, making humming sounds that vibrate my nuts and that gets me squirming. I blow a lot of air out between closed lips making a whistling sound. Vinnie hears this and his eyes drift up to the top of their sockets looking a me and, with his cheeks puffed-out like a chipmunk, he grins around his mouthful of nuts. He's enjoying himself; a boy after my own heart 'cause I like sucking cocks and balls too; on select boys, that is.
Dodger's putting out his cigarette, "I'm getting boned-up just watching you two," he mutters, and then adds, "Damn, that's a hot blow job, Vinnie." Vinnie pulls his mouth off my nuts, scraping his upper and lower teeth along my scrotum as he does it and a shiver runs from my balls up my back causing my shoulders to shudder. Dodger rubs Vinnie's hair, saying, "Get me hard now, Vinnie; I'm gonna fill-up Dylan's ass with my cock while you continue sucking him off." Vinnie walks on his knees over to Dodger and sucks Dodger's semi-hard cock into his mouth. I watch as Vinnie's jaws, cheeks, and lips work quickly on Dodger's cock, his unseen tongue is surely moving around as well. I stroke myself watching them and a little sexual grunt pops out of my throat 'cause those two are hot! Two minutes of that and Dodger backs away from Vinnie, muttering, "Jeez, nice blow job..." and Vinnie asks, "Ya still think Dylan sucks your dick better than me?" Dodger's pulling on his boner, applying lube, mumbling, "Maybe I need to rethink that, Vinnie. You're awesome, dude," and Vinnie visually swells with pride. I feel a little envious of those two because I didn't get started with my gay activities until I was almost eighteen. Vinnie and Dodger have been going at since Vinnie was fifteen, and Dodger was doing it with Robby before that. I'm trying to catch-up, but they got a pretty good head start. Vinnie shuffles on his knees back to me and takes my boner in his fist to stroke the foreskin on and off the head a few times before taking it in his mouth again, and this time he bobs his head and takes it into his throat with only a slight gagging sound. He works his throat muscles on my cock and soon my whole body's squirming with me making silly, "Ump ump ump" sounds. Dodger steps behind me, takes hold of my waist and humps his boner up my ass. I go, "Ahh, oh!" and lean forward over Vinnie's head, my hands-on his nice shoulders. Dodger fucks me with full strokes right from the beginning and I'm soon biting my bottom lip and groaning at the sensations tantalizing my cock and in my rectum. All the earlier fucking got my ass prepared for this so I squeeze my buttock to heighten the pleasure. Dodger fucks me for a minute, then pulls out, slaps my ass hard, and says, "I gotta get me another smoke before I do anymore fucking." My cock's pretty much at maximum hardness, skin stretched so tightly that my foreskin can no longer move over the swollen head of my hard boner. My boner comes out of Vinnie's throat, then out of his mouth; it's hard, shiny, and dripping with Vinnie's cigarette-laced spit. He drags on his cigarette and with smoke drifting out of his mouth does those long laps with his tongue from my balls up the shaft of my cock again, then little light nips with his teeth on the head of my cock. A precum drop appears at my pee slit, balances for a second then drools down onto Vinnie's lip as more precum follows to pool there with the first drop. I gasp with another shoulder shudder as I'm rubbing Vinnie's narrow shoulders with the palms of both hands. His skin is smooth and taut without a blemish, except for a small, dark dot of a beauty mark on the front of his left shoulder .
With a new cigarette going, Dodger rubs Vinnie's head, then steps behind me to smack my ass hard again before shoving his cock up my ass with a cloud of his cigarette smoke encircling my head. I take a deep breath, then say, "That's absolutely awesome, Vinnie. Let me stick this masterpiece of a boner you've created up your ass now," adding a muttered, "Before I blow my load in your mouth". He stands right up, grabs the lube and lubes his anus, and then my boner. His little fist twisting on my cock as he spreads the KY jelly from the root to the head. Then extra lube all over the hard, leaking head. He turns his back to me and bends over with his hands on his knees, looking back at me with an anxious expression... anxious to get fucked. I guide my boner to his cute ass and slowly push it in and up. Vinnie mumbles, "I like a rough fuck too, Dylan... like you do. Dodger taught me it's the only way to roll, dude." What the hell, I roughly slam my full six inches up Vinnie's ass. Dodger does a final thrust of his cock into me and grips me around the waist with one arm, cigarette smoke drifting around us. I hear him exhale some smoke, then say, "I'll leave my fat-boy up your ass, and go along for the ride as you fuck my boyfriend, Dylan." Jeez, his cock feels good in my rectum, a nice filled-up sensation back there. Taking a big breath, I grip Vinnie's hips and begin a fast hard fucking of his ass. He's soon going, "Umph," with each thrust up his ass, with Dodger hanging onto me blowing cigarette smoke around us all. Vinnie's ass is not as tight as I remember, or I was hoping for, but with Dodger hugging his chest against my back, his boner up my ass, plus the sensations from my cock in Vinnie's rectum... well, it's unbelievable and the enormous amount of stimulation immediately has every part of my body actively sending pleasure sensations to my overloaded brain, which causes me to moan, "Ahh oooh," with each thrust up Vinnie's ass. Embarrassing sounds coming from me, like it's my first time fucking someone. I can't stop moaning with pleasure though; I mean, with every thrust up Vinnie's rectum Dodger's boner stimulates my rectum in many spots, especially my prostate. Every move of my body causes Dodger's cock to massage that hot button and in three minutes my climax is already building to a crescendo. Only three minutes, but I'm feeling too much stimulation of an extremely erotic nature to slow down. Sweat breaks out on my forehead; it's formed between my crotch and Vinnie's butt cheeks too. Also it's slippery between Dodger's chest and my back, but mostly all I notice now is the world of sexual pleasure roaring over me. I screech out like a Comanche indian going to battle and, with fireworks going off in my head, I flood Vinnie's rectum with more cum than I have a right to have in my nuts after cuming like a fire hose a few hours ago. My cock and ass are swarming with sexual pleasures... every part of me is vibrating and tingling with electricity; and, as usual with especially hot climaxes, my toes curl and my scalp itches. Fantastic sensations! I'm grunting and pumping additional spurts of cum into Vinnie's rectum. All of me is shuddering even with Dodger's weight on my back. When the pleasure fog begins to clear I stop driving my boner up Vinnie's cum saturated ass, and lay over on his back breathing hard, my arms around his chest and my heart pounding at his back. Dodger grips my hips and again starts pounding his cock up my ass. Two minutes later, with Vinnie and me rocking to and fro from Dodger's rough fuck, Dodger makes a loud grunt, then "Ah oh God!" and I feel his cum stream into my bowels. He fucks me for a good four of five minutes more with so many sexy sensations all over me now, from the fucking and both boys' bodily contact covering my front and back, there's so many awesome sensations from head to toe I can't even acknowledge them all. Dodger finally collapses on me and all three of us go down in a heap with poor Vinnie on the bottom of the pile. We're all sweaty and breathing hard, our hearts pounding in our chests and our cocks pulsating. My boner somehow is still in Vinnie, but Dodger's has slipped out of my ass. After thirty seconds, regaining some composure, Dodger slips his cock back up my ass and fuck me a half dozen more times before rolling off onto to floor next to Vinnie and me.
"Can you let me up, Dylan, I'm squashed," Vinnie says with a giggle, and then, "That was fun!" Ya gotta love the exuberance of the young. We all start bragging, "Awesome train-fuck, boys," yells Dodger, "Best ever," says, Vinnie," and I go, "Best train fuck in history! I had to hold onto the root of my dick when I climaxed because I was afraid the damn thing would wind-up two feet up Vinnie's ass." Vinnie says, "I felt that stream of spunk, Dylan, you really fired off, dude." Dodger goes, "I loaded your ass up too, Dylan! Oh my God, that was perfect. Ya know what I wanna do later... I want Vinnie and me to fuck your ass at the same time, Dylan. I told ya that on the phone when you were in Key West, and we're gonna do it too. "Ya up for that, Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Not for a while, I ain't. I blew my load too ya know." I'm like, "Jeez, I was so immersed in the awesome sensations in my ass and on my dick, well my whole body was on fire actually, so I didn't even realize you got off, Vinnie." He goes, "Yeah, it was right after you filled me up; when you laid on my back with your arms around me it just set me off, all your spunk in my ass and your boner still in me, you and me rocking from Dodger's hard fuck on your ass... it set me off, dude. Didn't you hear my squeal?" Dodger goes, "Oh, was that you, Vinnie? I thought it was a girl next door squealing 'cause a mouse ran up her leg." Vinnie's mutters, "I didn't sound like no fuckin' girl." We're still laying on the indoor/outdoor carpet. My dick's lost most of it's boner status by now, but it's still up Vinnie's ass, feeling good. I say, "Dodger, you forgot to ask me if I want a double fuck up my hole, dude. Ya think you can just assume I'm good with that?" He's like, "Yeah, that's exactly what I assume," and he rolls over and gets me in a head lock, with my cock sliding out of Vinnie's hole. He goes, Ohhh!" as Dodger's saying to me, "Whaddaya gonna do about it?" and he kisses the side of my forehead, adding, "I'm in fuckin' charge, ya know." I mutter, "Oh yeah, I forgot," thinking, 'Both their boners in my ass at the same time? I never thought about that possibility before.' Actually, I don't remember Dodger mentioning it before either, but I don't always listen to him real closely so he could have said it. Then I ask, "Is that even possible? That two-cock fuck you're talking about?" Dodger says, "I saw a threesome do it in a video once, and it looked cool. I like the thought of Vinnie's and my cocks squished together in your ass." Vinnie gropes himself, going, "Oh man, Dodger, that's such a hot thought. Remember that time you put the heads of our cocks together and pulled your foreskin over mine and jerked us both off?" Dodger goes, "Duh! Yeah I remember it; it happened last Tuesday, fer christsakes. How could I forget it in four days?" Vinnie frowns, "Oh yeah... it was Tuesday. What a friggen' climax I had though, holy shit!" Dodger and I chuckle, then Vinnie mumbles, "Whoa, getting both our dick up Dylan's ass sounds even hotter than that docking you did, Dodger. That's what it's called, right?" Dodger still has his arm around my neck, but not really in a headlock now... more like a hug. He goes, "Yeah, Vinnie, that's right." Then he kisses me again, saying, "It's gonna be hot for you too, Dylan. You're damn lucky we're willing to do it. I mutter, "Lucky, that's me. That's my middle name, lucky."
There's no way any of us can work up boners or orgasms for a few hours at least, so suck each others cock clean, getting sexually excited all over again so after I'm done sucking Dodger's cock while he's sucking Vinnie's we change around laughing and making asses of ourselves while doing the cock sucking. Fun, ya know... Then we clean up some, putting tissues in Vinnie's and my jockey shorts to absorb cum drippings from our bum holes. The drooling will go on for awhile so it's necessary, but a tad uncomfortable. As we pile into Dodger's pickup, he says, "Let's get an early dinner. Mom and dad won't be home until about ten o'clock tonight so we got plenty of time." Vinnie's babbling, "I'm starving after all the awesome sex, but I can't stop thinking about my boner and Dodger's both squished together up Dylan's primo ass. This day's been the best, even better than the other time we did Dylan up right!" Dodger's like, "Light me a cigarette, Vinnie, and calm your young self down. We'll look like little kids to Dylan if ya keep jabbering like that. Pretend ya been there and done that... be cool, like Dylan and me." Then to me, "Vinnie's lucky he has an older stud like me to guide him through his younger teen years." I go, "What the fuck ya talking about? Vinnie's only a year younger than you, not even a year, ya pipsqueak." Then I mimic Dodger, "Guide him through his younger teen years," adding, "My ass!" He just laughs, mumbling, "It sounded good in my mind, before I said it out loud. But yeah, out loud it did sound a little bit like something a dink would say... hahaha." Vinnie says, "Or a jackass might say." Dodger squeezes Vinnie's thigh real hard making Vinnie scream, "Owww, that fuckin' hurt, Dodger!" Dodger goes, "Be good then, and light us a cigarette or you'll get another one of my patented thigh pinches." Dodger smokes in his truck, something that's a no-no in Robby's. Well, with emergencies, like us screwing naked in the cab on a cold night, being exceptions to the rule. The three of us argue where to eat and settle on Kentucky Fried Chicken. Dodger recklessly drives us there with me bitching about it and Dodger muttering, "Backseat drivers need to notice the mistletoe attached to my ass." In the restaurant safely, I get the three piece meal with mashed potatoes and cole slaw. Vinnie gets chicken fingers and fries, while Dodger gets extra crunchy fried chicken, three pieces of it, plus corn bread, mashed potatoes and gravy, and cole slaw. Wish I'd have thought to get the corn bread. We all get cups for sodas. I eat the fried chicken first, and while it's delicious while I'm eating it, the best fried chicken ever, I always feel woozy and dizzy when I finish. Maybe because of all the grease, or something. I swill down root beer until the dizzy feeling leaves me, then eat the cole slaw which sucks compared to the cole slaw Chubby and I make ourselves. I don't have any idea what the fucking dressing on this cole slaw is suppose to be. Lastly I try what they call mash potatoes and gravy, but it's tough going. I don't know what these are either, but I know they're not like any mashed potatoes I've ever eaten. The gravy is thick and brown, but it don't taste like much of anything. I go, "This sucks, Vinnie. Why'd ya wanna come here?" He goes, "Because these are the best chicken fingers on the planet, and anyway Dodger likes the food here. Don'cha Dodger?" Dodger's scraping the last bit of his mashed potatoes, saying, "I do, Vinnie. Love these mashed potatoes with gravy." I mutter, "I think I'm going to hurl." Dodger laughs, "You don't know what good is, Dylan. That's your problem." He slurps his Coke from the cup, then says, "I'm getting me another helping of these potatoes, you guys want seconds on anything." Vinnie asks, "Will you split an order of chicken fingers with me, Dodger?" Dodger goes, "That's affirmative, how 'bout you, Dylan?" I go, "Fuck it. Get me another leg and a wing."
We finish the second helpings with Vinnie asking, "How 'bout some Dairy Queen for dessert?" We all agree that's a winner, and after throwing our empty paper plates and cups in the trash, we go outside. It's six o'clock and getting dark. I'm dizzy again after eating the extra two pieces of chicken, but I don't toss my cookies. The Dairy Queen will settle my stomach and cancel out the three thousand calories of grease and gook I just put in my stomach. First we lean against the pickup to have a cigarette, which does nothing to clear-up my dizzy, slightly sick feeling. I know from past experiences this uncomfortable feeling won't last long, but it's why I don't go to Kentucky Fried Chicken all that often. The fried chicken's delicious while I'm eating it, like I said, but afterwards not so much. Done our cigarettes, Dodger drives us to the Dairy Queen; me on the end and Vinnie in the middle. Saturday night at the Dairy Queen on this surprisingly nice evening in late April, is crawling with people. Families with kids, old folks, and of course teenagers. Teenagers have taken over the picnic tables even though they've long ago finished their imitation ice cream, also known as Dairy Queen. The teens are loud, smoking cigarettes, and in general making it miserable for everyone else. Dodger says to Vinnie, "There's Adam Adams and his homies. We don't need this shit, lets go to Friendlies. What do ya think, Dylan?" I ask, "Who's Adam Adams?" He goes, "Some badass senior at high school, he's nothing but trouble." I go, "Fuck 'em, lets get a cone." Vinnie says, "It's too crowded, Dylan. Look at the line, fer chrissakes!" I shrug, muttering, "You're driving Dodger, I'm good with Friendlies." He backs the pickup out of the parking spot as one of the teens bumps the kid next to him and points at our pickup, both boys give us the finger. I go, "What the fuck's their problem?" Dodger pulls out of the parking lot, saying, "I don't mind a fight, Dylan, and I know you don't either, but it'll screw-up our perfect day, so who needs it." I ask, "Why they given us the finger?" Dodger mumbles, "Ah, Adams hates Vinnie, although we're not sure exactly why." Vinnie goes, "Let's go back, I'm not afraid of him." I'm doing the childish two finger salute back at the finger throwers, using both hands, hanging out the window. One of the kids heaves a stone at the pickup just as a cop car pulls in. The stone bounces off the tailgate of the pickup and hits the police car's fender. That gets everyone from the picnic table scattering as the police car roars into the parking lot and come to a screeching stop with both door flying open. Two young cops fly out and take off after the teenagers. Both boys and girls are running their asses off trying to get away, but there's a chain link fence the dumb fucks must not know about encircling the parking lot a hundred feet away. The kids are heading right for it. Obviously the cops know about it, that's why they took off on foot after the kids. Vinnie's laughing his ass off, while Dodger's parking at the curb so we can watch. Dodger says, "When did you ever see police doing you a favor?" I go, "That would be, never." "Until now," Vinnie says in his glee. Sure enough the cops come back with three of the eight kids from that picnic table, and one of them is Adam Adams, which gets Vinnie excited. "That asshole!" he says, "Finally he was at the wrong place at the wrong time." I go, "They got one of the guys giving us the finger too, hahaha." The cops put the three teens in the back seat, call on their police phone, probably for backup, then go back to round-up some others.
I say, "Watch this, those numb nuts don't know me." I get out of the pickup and walk over to the police car. Tapping on the window to get their attention. The finger-thrower and the stone thrower both turn their head to look at me and I give them my double finger salute again, pumping my hands up and down. The kids are screaming at me from inside the police car, spit flying from the mouths of their furious red faces. It's hard to make-out what they're screaming because of the thick glass window, but surely many F-bomb; all three of them are apoplectic ... I just laugh and point at them as they scratch at the window, their faces dark with rage. God, I can't stop laughing. I mouth, "You losers!". There's no door handles on the inside of back doors in police cars, and there's a wire netting keeping them from coming over the front seat, so they're trapped. Tired of my childish activity I give one last single finger salute and walk back to the pick-up as another cruiser drifts into the parking lot. Lots of gawkers by now of course, and one of them might mention me taunting the prisoners so when I get back in the pickup, I say, "Lets get the fuck out of here." Vinnie's pointing, excitedly as the first two cops are returning with two more offending teens, saying, "They got that dick-breath Rodney Deonisio too! haha, I hate that prick!" Dodger pulls away, muttering, "Next stop Friendlies, lets see if we can stay out of trouble there." I go, "Yes, daddy, we'll be good. Won't we Vinnie?" He chuckles, then excitedly exclaims, "That was awesome, those fuckers bully me in the halls at school. I don't know how it started, or why, it's just the way it is." I ask, "Ya mean you have no idea why they picked you out from six hundred kids in your class to bully. He goes, "No idea, unless it was the fight I got into with one of those assholes," and he points to his right front tooth, saying, "This is a cap, the kid broke my tooth off and my old man raised hell with the school. The kid was suspended and his folks had to pay for the cap. It was fourteen hundred dollars, hahaha." I go, "Maybe that's why they're pissed at you." Vinnie says, "Oh yeah, I never thought of that." Oh man!
Friendlies is a much friendlier place then the Dairy Queen. We get a table and wait for a waitress. She shows up and we end-up with sundaes, not cones. Really good too, but pricey. We split the bill, Vinnie saying, "Fuck, now I'm broke, and I got all next week to get through." Dodger says, "Bring your lunch to school," and we pile back into the pickup, everybody smoking. We're heading back for the finale of our Saturday sex-a-thon. Dodger must have been thinking about Vinnie's financial crisis because when we get back to the house and we're out of the pickup, he gives Vinnie fifteen dollars, saying, "Pay me back when you start your summer job." Vinnie's like, "Thanks, Dodger. hee hee, I kinda thought you'd come through for me. Twenty would be better." Dodger laughs, mumbling, "Fuckin' con artist," but he gives Vinnie another five bucks, saying, "Now I'm broke! What's wrong with this picture?" We chuckle, but Vinnie and I know Dodger has only to ask his mom and twenty bucks will magically appear. He's spoiled like that. We jostle each other all trying to get through the door to the pool house at the same time, excited about even more threesome sex together. Quite a Saturday of buddy sex. As we struggle to be the first one inside, Vinnie giggling like a little kid, I ask, "How the fuck old are you two?" Dodger says, "Old enough to get both our dicks up your ass, dude!"
to be coninued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com