DYLAN!
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
So, I'm dreaming about sexual encounters because I'm not having any when awake; is that it? That's pathetic.
Then, a few days after my fabulously sexy dream about a threesome with the Dickers brothers, Elliot Ellis, my coworker at Stop & Shop, the shyest boy I've ever met, is in my bedroom, supposedly to show me some shortcuts to victory in a computer game. He's not doing that, though. Instead, he's stuttering, "I'm, I'm, that is, I was wondering as a fellow secret gay guy, if you'd help me with something."
"Of course, Elliot. What is it?"
Shrugging, his face turning crimson, he mumbled something I didn't understand. I mean, I can't believe I heard what I heard, so I asked, "What was that?"
Even though he is shy as hell, I think he's going to ask me to fuck him. Taking a deep breath, Elliot said, "I need to experience getting, um, having a friend's hard dick up my rearend. That's all, and since you're gay, I was thinking... um..."
I'm not dreaming again, am I! Can this be for real? Hearing those words coming out of Elliot's mouth shocked and dumbfounded me. It caused a humiliatingly embarrassing expression to form; my mouth began moving, but no words came out. However, Elliot doesn't see this as he's looking at the floor, shuffling his feet. His face is scarlet, and he's making weird humming sounds as he nervously rubs his fingers together, squirming, shimmering, his entire body appears in motion, yet he remains stationary.
I have to say something, so I start with, "Ah, Elliot..." But he looked like he might cry or something, so I shake my head, hoping for an idea, then say, "Let's start over, okay?" He backed up to my desk chair, still not looking at me as I got up on my bed and sat Indian style, watching Elliot vibrate, waiting to see if he had anything more to say.
He didn't seem ready to speak, so I broke the silence by quietly saying, "Elliot, I heard what you said about the sex thing, but what about your boyfriend, Jay?"
Elliot, not responding to that, began tapping his fingers on the top of my desk, "Tappidy, tap, tap, tap.... tappidy, tap, tap, tap..." Perhaps he was trying to decide what he wanted to say, so I waited patiently. About a minute later, he mumbles, "Oh, I know. Can we forget I said anything... forget I said what I said before, I mean... can we forget that?"
In a neutral voice, I said, "No, not really. Um, your words are out there, so we can't pretend they're not, Elliot. What about Jay, though?"
He stopped tapping the desktop and held his head between his hands, then moved his hands to cover his face and talked through his fingers. Speaking in a shaky monotone, he says, "I've known that I like boys for years, but I was born with the shy gene, so it's been slow going in the sex department for me. My first sex was with my friend, Charlie La Russo. He made me blow him, suck his dick. I liked doing it, but his Dad got a new job and he moved away. My next sex involved vegetables. I, ah, I put them up my rear end. English cucumbers, fat carrots, zucchini... that sort of thing. Maybe that's weird, probably it is. I'd put lubed condoms on the vegetables and fucked myself with them while I jacked off."
I mutter, "I don't need to know this. TMI, Elliot."
Nodding, his voice trailed off. Then he was quiet, his face almost hot enough to fry bacon on, sweat dripping from his forehead. I felt so much compassion for him, but all I could think to do was stare at him and nod my head, that everything was all right. Actually, it was very unusual hearing Elliot string all those sentences together. The most sentences in a row I've ever heard from him. I muttered, "Go ahead, buddy. How come you don't ask your boyfriend?"
He went on to tell me things about himself that I already knew, things he'd told me over the past six months we've been working together, but I let him go over it all again. He went back in time to detail the events leading up to his first introduction to Jay, who'd just moved from Chicago. Apparently, Jay had been sitting on his front steps watching the Elliott's family's moving van pull away when he spotted Elliot walking by and calling out to him. Eventually, Jay told Elliot he was gay, and soon, Elliot came out to Jay. With Jay leading the way, one thing led to another, and the two became friends, and eventually, the new gay friends experienced oral sex together. That was the first gay sex for Elliot in two years.
I'd been wondering about their sex life, but never asked about it. He continued with new information, explaining how he'd always dreamed of anal sex, which is where I entered his thinking. He squirmed on my desk chair, rubbing his ass back and forth on the seat. I hoped my mouth wasn't hanging open.
So, Elliot's thing was having a boy screw him. It's my thing, too, but not exclusively. To hear Elliot tell it, it's been his thing from his earliest fantasies, as far back as puberty. And then, just prior to his eighteenth birthday, he stumbled onto Jay, who is now Elliot's first real boyfriend, but Elliot tells me, as fate would have it, his first boyfriend isn't into anal sex.
Elliot hurried through the description of Jay's phobia of anal sex and about how Jay was unable to perform the act. Very ironic alright, but also monumentally frustrating for both. Elliot apparently did it once before with someone named Todd, and now he's got around to asking me! That's what it amounts to.
Well, I find it bizarre that this shy-as-shy-can-be boy has asked two separate guys to fuck him. Anyway, these guys, Elliot and Jay, are putting their trust in me. They're hoping I can do two things. One, help relieve Elliot's sexual frustration in the short term, and, two... in the longer term, perhaps the three of us can find a solution to Jay's phobia.
I at first thought, 'Oh great, that's a lot of pressure on me!' But I was also flattered they'd come to me for help, and so I'm determined to help.
Still, I'm not an especially confident person myself, so to be sure there was no chance of a misunderstanding, I mumbled, "Jay knows you're here discussing this with me. Right? You guys discussed all this earlier."
Elliot looks me in the eyes fleetingly, while saying, "Oh yes, like I said, it's his idea. He helped me with my speech, the one that didn't work." Startled, I'm like, "Speech? Oh, was that a speech? Why do you say it didn't work? We're talking, aren't we? We're working it out."
He looked at me directly for the second time, and said, "We're working it out? Really?"
"Yeah, we're talking, and when we're done talking, we'll know what to do." Elliot did a comical gulp, although he didn't mean it to be comical, and said, "Oh!" He then, without any further hesitation and with more enthusiasm than he'd displayed to this point, told me about him and Todd White. I'd heard that name mentioned by the part-time kids at Super Stop & Shop. Everyone who worked for Todd thought he was the coolest boss ever... a guy who looked out for the part time kids and was extremely fair. Now, for the first time, I hear the rest of the Todd story.
Elliot tells me about his wicked crush on Todd and how he, Elliot, discovered that Todd had a boyfriend in high school and concluded Todd was gay and Elliot's made it his quest to have Todd fuck him. He'd fantasized about Todd fucking him even before the discovery, now it became a mission with real possibilities. This part of Elliot's story was hard to grasp at first, like I said a minute ago, this very shy boy was actually thinking he might make his fantasy come true by somehow convincing his boss to fuck him. That's way radical and didn't sound like the Elliot I know.
It had me shaking my head in wonder at the vagaries of the human mind. I'm like, "How did it turn out?"
"Um, Todd got promoted and was scheduled to leave for another store, so my time for action had expired. In a last-ditch effort, I went to his apartment and blurted out my feelings." Elliot explained how twenty-five-year-old Todd White, with the aid of some alcoholic beverages, overcame his initial objections and caved into Elliot's request and probably his own desires and gave Elliot a sweet fucking that remains the one and only fuck of Elliot's life.
There are obviously many unknown factors involved in Todd's history, factors that led to his decision to accommodate Elliot, but all in all, he seems to be a nice guy and not one to unfairly take advantage. Elliot didn't want to go into specifics about any of this and I didn't really need any details. The picture was clear enough, but even so, I said, "Just so I'm perfectly clear, you want us to have sex together. Right?"
With a quick shy grin flashing over his face, he said, "Yes, Dylan, that's it exactly. You pick things up quickly, don't you?" and he chuckled.
It was great to see him relaxed enough to make a joke about my denseness.
He doesn't realize that I'm not brimming with confidence myself, and that I always need to check to make sure I know what's up. I don't want to make a fool of myself, especially in matters of sex. I didn't go into that with him, though. I grinned back at him, and Elliot actually looked me in the eyes for more than a fleeting second, his pretty green eyes, full of hope now, were glittering.
He chewed on his lower lip for a bit, still chuckling, then quietly said, "I'm hoping you and me, as gay friends, will do what Jay calls buddy sex. And you'll, um, fuck me regularly, or until you can cure Joy's phobia about anal sex..."
I'm staring at him, thinking that my eyes were probably glittering now, too. He did another quick peek into my eyes and, with a grin mumbled, "Or fuck me twice if you want, although three times would be better." Now that was too much, so I looked around my bedroom expecting Jay or somebody to jump out of the closet or crawl out from under my bed and yell, "Gotcha!" It was all so unreal! So very unexpected, although very inviting, too. We're both eighteen years old. Elliot is cute, cute, cute, and he seems dead serious, so what the hell?
I say, "You'd like us to do it here, now?" Elliot's eyes got bigger and shinier, he goes, "You'll do it? You'll do it with me?"
I say, "Sure, Elliot, you're so, um, I mean, sure I'll do it, why wouldn't I? You're hot, Elliot. Really cute and hot. Don't you know that?"
To my surprise, he nodded his head, indicating he did know that, but clarified with, "Well, that's what Jay says, so that's the only reason I know I'm what you said."
I'd already pulled my T-shirt over my head and, Elliot seeing that, did the same. "Are you shy about being naked?" I asked. He nodded that he was, saying, "A little." Kicking off my sneakers and dropping my jeans, I said, "Please don't be..." and smiled, I was trying not to leer at him.
When he stepped out of his sneaks and dropped his jeans, I quietly said,
"Come on over here, Elliot. Do you and Jay make-out?"
He nodded, and the two of us, in socks and jockey shorts, came together and tentatively kissed, then hugged, skin against skin. What a tight little body to hug. He's smallish, but very firm. I whispered in Elliot's ear, "You feel really good."
"Oh, thanks. Your body is wicked hot and feels really good, too. I'm very excited now, and a little nervous." I nuzzled the side of his face that was so smooth. Then Elliot, in a mischievous voice, murmurs, "You're very cute and very sexy, too, Dylan. Don't you know that?"
I leaned my head back to look him in the eyes. He was grinning a little at his remark repeating back at me what I'd asked him a minute ago. That was the second little wise-ass joke from Elliot in the last two minutes. I wanted to congratulate him or something. I didn't, though; it might embarrass him, so I just made a face at him like, dude, you rock!
It was all nice ice-breaking stuff and relaxed both of us a little. I rubbed my nose against him, mumbling, "You're funny, and you smell nice Elliot." Then I kissed him on his mouth again, and quite quickly, we really got into it. Elliot got surprisingly passionate with his kisses, his hands rubbing up and down my bare back, goosing my ass. He's full of surprises today. What a cute kid. Yeah, he's eighteen, but acts younger than that most of the time and I just wanted to eat him up.
Soon, it occurred to me that he and Jay must do a lot of making out because Elliot was very good at it, and he obviously enjoyed doing it. Maybe I better stop underestimating him. Making out with him emphasized his height, or lack of height, I should say. Actually, he's Chubby's height, about five feet, seven inches, and slim at maybe a hundred fifteen pounds. I needed to bend my head down, and he needed to hold his face up for kisses. That's a little awkward, so I cupped each of his buttocks, and with his arms wrapped around my neck, I easily lifted him off the floor, French kissing the whole time.
Our bodies were tight together, and I felt his rather nice boner against my thigh. We'd only been at it two minutes or so kissing, licking, and sucking. Elliot kept his arms tightly around my neck making a quiet "Mmmmmm," sound as we tried to swallow each other's mouth. He hadn't struggled being lifted off his feet. His eyes were lightly closed, and his body was totally docile against mine. This was awesome.
After a while, the feel of Elliot's boner poking against my groin convinced me it was time to take this up a notch, so I slid my mouth off his and quietly said, "You're so hot, Elliot. Jay's lucky! How 'bout laying back on the bed now."
He sounded slightly apprehensive when he said, "Ah, now? Um, I mean, sure, Dylan."
Wetness from his precum had soaked through his jockey shorts just below my belly button. I did a long inhale, groping my crotch, thinking, 'This first fuck will be a fast climax.' He lay back across my bed, his feet over the side but not touching the floor. I pulled his underwear down and his hard six-inch boner bobbed up and bounced off his belly. It looked bigger than six inches because of Elliot's smallish body size. Cut, but a very nice-looking cock with a fat helmet head. I'll bet Jay enjoys sucking on that, I know I would.
Elliot's pubic patch had been barbered, undoubtedly by Jay. The pretty, light-red pubic hairs were cut to about a half inch. A very clean and neat look. As I was pulling his underpants over his feet, he grabbed his bobbing boner and began stroking it, then mumbled, "Hurry, Dylan, I'm so anxious."
Pulling my jockey underpants down to hook them under my balls, I lifted his legs to my shoulders, exposing Elliot's perfect ass. Biting my lip, I thought how much it looked like Chubby's ass. Well, except Chubby's is a beautiful tannish skin tone, while Elliot's ass is pinkish/white, like the rest of him. Two plump, firm buttocks, which I couldn't help but take hold of, one in each hand, a handful of bare-ass buttocks.
Then, realizing I'd been holding my breath, I let out a long exhale and massaged his ass by squeezing those tight cheeks, he curled his feet behind my head and let a lot of air out between his lips. The wheezy sound of his breathing made me look up from his ass, past his boner and up his firm body past his little pink nipples to look into his big, pretty, shiny, green eyes that were now maintaining eye contact with me. He was breathing with little burst of air, his lips barely parted as he nodded his head a little bit at me as if to encourage me to speed it up.
Almost in a hypnotic state, I squeezed both his buttocks again and then again. Letting go of his ass, I pushed his legs down off my shoulders and made a head movement indicating Elliot should hold them back towards his body. We were doing everything seemingly in slow motion, without speaking. Elliot got an arm around each leg and pulled it towards his body. I went back to staring at that great hairless ass of his.
Then, slowly spreading his buttocks apart exposed the rosy pink lips of his rosebud asshole. Very clean looking, nice quivering ass lips looking good enough to kiss. Without thinking or planning to do it, I bent over and licked from the top of his ass crack, where it meets his spine, up to the back of his balls, and sucked on his large left nut for a second.
Elliott made a hissing sound, and his whole body shivered. Again, I did the tongue lap the entire length of his ass crack with Elliot muttering, "Oh, oh, oh," as I progressed toward his hole. Then, pressing my tongue to the very bottom of the crack, over his kissable asshole and up to lap the back of his scrotum again, this time I sucked the smaller of his nuts into my mouth. More body shivers from Elliot.
Meanwhile, my cock was so hard and so stretched it hurt as I lapped Elliot's ass two more times while spreading apart his buttocks more firmly, spreading them till the pressure stretched his hole sideways. Then getting my face firmly in his crack, I licked his asshole... lick, lick, lick, like a dog. When I was able to push my tongue inside him, I tongue-fucked his hole until my tongue ached.
Elliot was rocking gently on the bed, making the "Oh, oh, oh," sounds. Unable to hold off any longer, I lifted my head, drooled a long string of saliva on his hole, and pushed my finger inside him to get some spit in there. Elliot, holding his legs firmly against his body, said, "I'm going to cum, Dylan." I stopped and stared at him. It was hard to tell from his facial expression and squirming body whether he was in pain or in ecstasy.
He's so cute, but in a totally different way, then said, Robby and Dodger are cute, or even Chubby. Elliot is a baby-faced pretty boy with pretty facial features, although they're definitely boyish-looking features, not girlish at all. Jay cuts Elliot's light red hair in a short boy's haircut, very short on the sides, and that adds to his pretty-BOY looks. Oh hell, everything about Elliot's appearance is yummy. I waited, taking short, fast breaths until he said, "I'm okay now, Dylan, fuck me now, okay?"
It wasn't my plan to tease him. I'd surprised myself with the rimming, so I pulled him down to the end of the mattress, and lovingly kissed each of his ass cheeks before drooling another long strand of saliva on his hole, swishing it around with the head of my boner this time. Elliot and I simultaneously took a big breathy inhale, then I pushed firmly against his anus with the head of my hard cock, and my boner went inside him about five inches.
Omigod! I thought I'd blow my load right then and there, but I didn't. Elliot did a low squeal that sounded like, "Yesssss," as he let go of his right leg and began stroking his six inches of boner. Like everything else about this kid, he had a wicked nice-looking cock, and watching him stroke it I thought again how much I'd like to suck it, and the thought made me gasp with desire.
Getting myself under control, I pulled my hard cock out till the head was at his sphincter ring and then pushed it back in, and then I did it again right away, easier each time, staring at that sweet face of his, and he's looking back at me like I'm his hero or something. That made me concentrate on giving him pleasure, and I made myself get into a good steady rhythm, fucking him for two minutes or so with him going, "Ohh, Ohh," every hump up his ass.
I'd taken back control of his legs when he'd grabbed his cock, and I had his legs spread apart at the sides now, him still being as docile for me as it's possible to be, and did his asshole ever do a fabulous number on my boner. Elliot was tightening his sphincter ring every time I pulled my boner back as if he was trying to prevent me from pulling all the way out, and that extra tightness had me right on the very edge of climaxing throughout the entire fuck, not that it lasted all that long, anyway.
It was a challenge keeping my humping steady because I was dying to go crazy and rabbit fuck him to get us both off hot and heavy and fast, but I dragged out the sensations hoping to give him a fuck he could remember for a while. During the latter part of this rather short fuck, Elliot's eyes and lips stayed closed, but he had the nicest half grin on his lips, and he looked so happy. I thought, 'This kid likes getting fucked as much as I do.' It was kind of like another revelation for me, but why it should have been is dumb. Why should I be the only guy who loves getting fucked?
I'm aware that there are more guys who prefer doing the fucking than getting fucked, but us bottom boys are the lucky ones if you ask me. Even though I wasn't doing anything wild, no smacking his ass or rabbit fucking, Elliot and I still didn't last very long. My cock was like a piston steadily pushing up his hole, my groin smacking against his sweet, plump, firm cheeks, and then I'd withdraw it five inches before immediately pushing it steadily back inside that tight hole with the clamping sphincter muscle.
Well, I did pick up the pace, and within seconds, he made a high-pitched squeal and shot a hard, thin stream of cum that extended from his belly button to his left tit, and then he shot two rapid shorter streams, changing the squeal to a sound like, "Ahhhhhhhh," with each subsequent burst of spunk. His first big shot caused his sphincter ring to squeeze down on my boner tighter than ever, and I blew my load up his ass, thinking, 'Soooooo good!'
I got both of us a little messy after that, with cum splashing around his buttocks because I couldn't stop fucking that great ass until the dark red blotches in front of my eyes subsided, and I could see clearly again.
Then I have the thought, 'Should we have used a condom?' Well, Elliot's only been fucked that one time and I know I'm having sex with only safe partners, so, no. A condom wasn't necessary, although it's a little late to be thinking about that now, anyway! I kept all that to myself.
Elliot was almost purring by the time I pulled out of his asshole. He mumbled, "Oh my God, Dylan, that was so good. Can we do it again?" Climbing up on the bed, I said, "It was awesome, Elliot. Yeah, after a bit, we'll do a longer version." He squirmed around, and we got under the covers, both of us dragging cum along, mine leaking out of Elliot's ass and dripping off my cock, Elliot's cum smeared off his belly and chest as we rustled around under the sheets.
I liked the idea of sleeping tonight with cum dried on the sheets. Elliot didn't cuddle like I expected. Instead, he wanted to clarify something and quietly explained, "Dylan, you know about buddy sex, right?"
"Well, yeah... ah, what's to know? Um, what do you think buddy sex means?"
He wanted to make a point that he and I were not going to be lovers; we were buddies having some fun with sex. I didn't mention that I wasn't even thinking about us being lovers, and anyway, I know he's just repeating what he'd heard from Jay, or maybe what Jay had instructed him to say. I got the unnecessary message, and it was just fine with me. I've already got two boyfriends, and even though I hardly ever have sex with either one, I actually don't need another boyfriend.
Buddy sex, fucking Elliot is perfect! I was psyched! We lay next to each other touching all down our side. Well, in this single bed, it was inevitable, but we didn't actively hug. The quiet talk was mostly about Jay, specifically what could be done to get Jay over his fear of the asshole, as Elliot so concisely put it. Condoms had been tried without success, and showering together with emphasis on cleanliness in the anal area hadn't worked either. That made me wonder if Elliot was fucking Jay or if the ass phobia prohibited that, too. He didn't say, so I didn't pry.
With Elliot, I never know what will embarrass him in a major way, so I try to keep the conversation general unless he gets specific about something. Along those lines, he intrigued me with this comment, "You don't have a brother, do you?"
I shook my head, and he goes on quietly to say, "The reason I asked is because my brother Ray hinted to me about this idea he'd gotten from his best friend that involved the four of us. Him, me, his best friend, and his best friend's little brother doing some brother sex together. Ray's not gay, but he'll go along with stuff he thinks makes him one of the guys."
My ears perked up at that; it's especially interesting to me because Ray Ellis is one of the reporters for the school newspaper that I'm senior editor for. That means I'm sort of Ray's boss as far as the paper goes. I asked, "What's he exactly mean by brother sex?" Elliot said, "I don't know, I was hoping you knew."
Shaking my head, Elliot continued, "Before I got a chance to find out what brother sex consists of, Ray dropped the whole thing and went back to ignoring me. It would be hot! having Ray fuck me." I'm thinking, Holy shit; this kid has a secret side to him. For some dumb reason I find it hard to imagine Elliot liking sex as much as I do. Wait a second, though. This is crazy talk. I scratched my head and asked, "You're not breaking my balls about brother sex, are you, Elliot?"
"No, Dylan, why would you ask me that?"
A half-hour later, I fucked Elliot again. This time we did it for six or seven minutes with Elliot on his belly and me between his legs with that fabulous bubble butt of his pushed up off the bed and me slamming my hard cock up his ass until we both had orgasms that caused us to make embarrassing shrill, girlie squeals.
Elliot's asshole was sore afterward, and when he left, he was walking like I used to walk coming home from Carl's house after he'd fucked me hard two or three rough times. Gee, yeah, that was a routine happening about a year ago, although it seems longer than that. Back then, like now, I always felt that getting fucked was worth a sore asshole. Getting fucked hard by Carl felt awfully good, and I sincerely hope Elliot's thinking that same thing.
After the second fuck we talked some more, and amazingly Elliot quietly returned to his more familiar shy way. What the hell? Maybe he was being totally straightforward with everything he'd told me. With Elliot, it's hard to tell. We never did do even one bit of computer work, so he said maybe he'd come back tomorrow after school, with Jay. We can have our first brainstorming session concerning Jay's ass phobia. Elliot said I wouldn't be able to fuck him tomorrow as Jay would be too uncomfortable watching us. Well, no shit.
The question I had for myself was, should I even mention this to Robby or Willie? Hmmmm? That's a good question, and for a good answer, I settled on "NO!"
For the moment, I won't mention it, and my rationalization is that it's a personal matter between me Elliot , and Jay. Hell, it's almost a mental health thing, you know? I'm sort of the psychologist or therapist, and those therapist/psychologist guys don't talk about their patients, it's against some code to do that.
Feeling good that I had a plan for helping Jay and Elliot, and feeling really good overall due to that great afternoon of sex, I was full of energy. Chubby won't be home from his window washing job for another two hours, so I'll fix us a good dinner in the meantime. First a shower, as Elliot's smell is all over me, and it's so nice I hate to wash it away.
I better do that, though; Chubby can be pretty perceptive. He's going to pick up on my wicked good mood, so it's best I don't also smell like Elliot because Chubby can add, he's good at math.
After the shower, I got dressed and checked the freezer. Oh boy, baby back ribs! I defrosted the whole rack in the microwave, then cut it in half and browned both halves in a hot frying pan. Satisfied it was browned enough; I seasoned both sections with barbecue rub and then set them aside. Next, I poured a sixteen-ounce can of dark B & B baked beans into a casserole, added a quarter cup of chopped onions and chopped green peppers, then a chopped hot cherry pepper, and lastly, Karo syrup. Wow, sweet and spicy beans.
Putting the browned, but otherwise raw baby back ribs on top of the beans, I covered the casserole, and plopped the whole thing into a three-hundred-fifty-degree oven for an hour and a half. The meat will be so sweet, tender, and juicy it'll fall off the bone. I cut us crisp wedges of iceberg lettuce, which I'll put Russian dressing on just before we sit down. This is one of our favorite dinners, with little French rolls, too. Man, I'm hungry. I grabbed a Coke and went outside to smoke, and go over each minute of that sex with Elliot. Damn, I'm lucky...
To be continued... donnymumford@outlook.com
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