Dylans Summer Vacation

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION

Chapter 1... June '09 by Donny Mumford

Dodger's wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist as he theatrically gasps, "Its fucking hot today ain't it?" I smirked at him because he's not hot; he's just mocking us working stiffs who actually are overheated. I've got sweat dripping off the end of my nose while Dodger's been cool as a cucumber in an air conditioned office all day doing whatever it is he does two days a week at DickersLandscape & Design Co. He'd rather be out in the field working with Robby and me, but he won't be old enough to do that until next summer. It is, in fact, unusually hot for the third week of June in New England; temperatures in the nineties every day this week. In this line of work we're always talking about the weather. I'm working again this summer on one of the Dickers lawn cutting crews. Ya wanna guess who my boss is this year? Surprise! It's Robby Dickers. He was promoted to supervisor and, not surprisingly, I'm in his group. The night before my first day of work Robby and me were sitting in his pickup behind the movie theater at the Loop sharing a Marlboro Light. It was one of the rare times we'd been able to get away on our own since graduating. It seemed Robby had something on his mind and sure enough, he did. Passing the cigarette to me, he'd told me in quite a serious manner that he wouldn't be showing favoritism towards me on the job. He said his father discussed this very topic with him earlier today. Of course his father doesn't know we're boyfriends per se, just friends, but nonetheless it's important that Robby treat me like any other member of his crew. It was sort of a strange moment for me because it brought home the reality that all summer I'd be saying "Yes, Sir" to Robby during the day and then maybe have some sex with him that night. On the other hand, I'd probably enjoy a bossy Robby both day and night.

After he told me about that, he'd asked if I had any questions. Back then I'd shrugged my shoulders and shook my head "no" as if it weren't real important one way or the other. Robby had sighed at my response, and said, "Okay, you might as well get used to doing this properly right from the start. When I ask you a serious question about the job, and especially when we're on the job, you're to give me a clear verbal response." I'd looked at him incredulously, so he added, "This isn't just for you Dylan; everyone will be instructed to do that." I'd frowned at that too and then blown smoke in his direction which he waved away, saying, "I had this same exact rule firmly in place when I ran the baseball team at school last spring, and it's the way I'm gonna run my landscaping crew. Ya get people communicating properly and it eliminates misunderstandings." He's always so conscientious and when he gets real serious he squints his eyes; it's wicked cute to see. He'd then motioned with his hand that he wanted me to pass back the cigarette. I handed it over groping my crotch because I can't help myself, there's this feeling in my nuts that sneaks up on me when Robby's being authoritative. He'd taken a long drag off our cigarette and with smoke drifting from his nose and mouth pointed at me with his index and middle fingers, the cigarette in between the two fingers, forcefully adding, "So, I'm asking you again: Do you have any questions about what I've just explained to you?" He was looking at me intently so I figured I better get my act together. I replied to him in an appropriately serious manner, "No, Robby, I don't have any questions. I understand that you're my boss and you'll treat me like you treat the rest of your crew. That's what ya mean, right?" Robby had nodded and given me a little smile, like I'd done good. He rubbed my shoulder affectionately, and said, "Yes, that's it! Ok, Dylan! We understand each other. Good!" He seemed relieved actually, and like maybe he had something else to say, but instead he'd flipped the cigarette butt out the window and in short order was fucking me doggie-style right there on the bench seat of his truck. He fucked me grunting from the effort, fucked me until I was yipping like a goddamn cocker spaniel puppy. We both shot our loads with red faces and out of control squeals and yips, almost at the same time too.

Later that same night, after we'd shared a pizza and a cherry coke, he fucked me again. He had me get naked that time. Get naked and lay on my back on the truck seat with my head resting where the driver sits. Robby took off his jeans and jockey shorts and straddled my chest. He used his thumb to push on my chin getting me to open my mouth, and then leaned forward so I could suck his nuts, and then his cock. His cock had some matter on it from my earlier fuck: stuff like dried cum, ass juices, whatever. I sucked his cock until it was clean and fully boned-out to it's almost four inch length. Robby, running his fingers casually through my hair, had huskily whispered encouragement, "Oh yeah, that's good, feels good. Suck it just like that, Dylan! Ahhh!" Sucking Robby's cock caused mine to bone-up too. The foreskin pulled off half the head of my cock as the shaft expanded and lifted upward. Robby could feel it against his ass so he got up on his knees which pulled his boner from my mouth, he'd then reached behind him to grab my cock and move it to his anus. After a second's hesitation he blew out a lot of air and sat down on my cock's head just enough to secure it in place. With me doing short panting breaths, Robby stared into my eyes, the tip of his pink tongue showing between his glistening white teeth, and then he began sitting down on my boner real easy-like. Little by little, he sat further and further down on it, his eyelids fluttering and his lips now tightly together. Then up on his knees a little, then down on my boner again. He did this a number of times until he was finally sitting all the way down on my thighs with six inches of cock up his ass. "Ohh, that's so tight and nice," I moaned. His face bright red, he rode my cock a few times with his boner bouncing off my bare belly with each trip up and down.. I was going, "Ah, ah, ah!" Then, taking a deep breath, Robby pulled off my cock completely leaving it shiny and swaying in the air. With a funny little grin on his lips he'd gotten back on the seat between my legs, and then up on his knees. The flush had left his face leaving only the rosy blotches on both cheeks that are always there. His beautiful two-toned blond hair stuck to his forehead with perspiration as he rubbed my thighs using both hands, then rubbed down further on my legs to massage my calves, then he pushed my knees back towards me so he could fondle my feet. He'd squeezed my toes and pushed on them causing my legs to go back until my knees were on my chest. "Keep your legs back, Dylan" he said, then spanked my ass eight or ten times mumbling, "Just tenderizing it." I'm quietly going, "Ow, ow, ow."

After that neither of us said a word, we just stared into each other's eyes again, Robby acting very sure of himself. My feet still up, Robby stroked his short but fat boner a few times then pulled my legs down on either side of him. I was his doll, his puppet that he could manipulate as he pleased. It's like he was demonstrating to me he was in charge of our sexual acts, which was fine by me. My dick was stiff, now pointing up at my bellybutton as I lay there panting with anticipation. Robby, sitting back on his ankles had looked at my naked person with that recently acquired slightly arrogant, expression on his face. The same expression I'd first seen in New York City. I was mesmerized by him that last night before our first day of work, and I've been equally mesmerized a few other times since then as well. He was confidently intense that night, neither of us spoke while that familiar buzzing in my balls continued, my stiffing dick feeling sticky from having been up Robby's ass. I'd returned his stare with adoring eyes, my lips parted and my heart pounded, waiting for his next command. He finally reached over to stroke my cock and squeeze my nuts, then he told me to put my ankles up on his shoulders and when I did, he scooted up a little closer to me and rammed his hard cock up my ass. His face flushed once again; his breathing raspy as he fucked me for the second time that night. He fucked me hard like earlier in the evening and the resulting strength of my climax was such that I almost passed out. The overload of sensations experienced during that eventual climax took over my brain and my body just shuddered and shook as I blew out a long "Ahhhhhhh!" Beautiful, sweet, innocent Robby Dickers being dominant... oh yeah, it's an awesome thing!

During that second fuck Robby had relentlessly humped his short cock up inside me while smacking my ass with the palm of his hand, my feet interlocked behind his head. He was swinging his right hand in a half circle so when his hand connected with my ass cheek there was a considerable "SMACK!" Robby, biting his lower lip, staring down at me, would hump his boner up my ass, and almost immediately that hand would come around to smack my left ass cheek and I'd grunt, "Ow!" It was: Hump, smack, "OW!!" Hump, smack, "OW!" Hump, hump, hump! Smack, smack, smack! "Ow, Ow, Ow!" My left hand gripping the steering wheel was the only thing keeping my head from bumping into the driver's side door every time Robby drove his fat-headed cock up my ass. When I was on the verge of my second climax Robby recognized the look on my face and pushed up inside me one last time; his recently shaved groin, so smooth, was flat against my buttocks. I felt his cock's head expanding inside me as he leaned down to suck my tongue and stroke my boner. My legs went around his waist as I let go of the steering wheel and got both my arms around his neck hugging his sweaty face against mine... his scent flooding my olfactory system. Thirty seconds later I blew off the climax I mentioned earlier. My ejaculation splattering under Robby's chin as we French kissed. It was a powerful thing; there was this strange tight awesomely painful feeling on either side of my groin, tingling vibrations of ecstasy shot down my legs making my toes curl behind Robby's back, and then the sensations shot back up my belly, pass my stiff nipples to my scalp making every hair follicle stand-up like someone was pulling my hair. Robby grunted one final grunt then filled my ass with his spunk for the second time that night. His cock's not even four inches long, but he knows how to use it and I can't get enough of it. Almost six weeks ago, on the New York City senior class trip, Robby began demonstrating his now familiar confident, take-charge sexual attitude and that hot trend continues to this day. He's as comfortable in that role now as he was in his role as co-captain of the school's baseball team, and I love it all so much!

Love it, and need it. Willie's away until school starts in the fall. He's traveling through Europe incommunicado as is the tradition for Worthington boys the summer before entering their senior year of prep school. When we all go back to school he'll be a high school senior and I'll begin my freshman year at Merrimack College . The college is located in North Andover which is only an hour's drive from my home town of Framingham, but even so I don't expect to see much of Willie. He'll probably be moving on with his other boyfriend, Andy. Mostly, Robby's all I think about any more. It seems crazy to me now, but I actually thought I was in love with Willie for the longest time. Now I know I'm in love with Robby Dickers and there's just no comparing the two. This is love; the other was an infatuation with a dominant sex partner who happened to have a seven inch boner. Now I've got both a true love and a dominant sex partner, just no seven inch boner. I'll take this over that. I've actually found the true love of my life, and I did it before I even turned nineteen years old. Sure, Robby was shy and somewhat withdrawn initially in our relationship, but he's the kind of kid who knows what he wants and does what he feels he needs to do to get what he wants. He wants me, in case you don't know. Way back last summer Robby figured his best approach was to act submissive to me, but he's changed that and in the process he's made me almost forget Willie's dominant approach to our relationship, almost but not entirely because of the, you know... the seven inch cock. Mostly though, like I said, it's awesome with Robby! In our two-man team, Robby's been promoted from co-captain to captain and I'm thrilled to be on his team.

Now we're already into our third week on the job, so the night I just described happened three weeks ago. Unfortunately we haven't had a lot of nights like that one since. Right now Robby's with the other supervisors in a meeting after work so I'm getting a ride to the Dickers' house with his brother, sixteen year old Dodger. I'd gone inside the office a couple of minutes ago, sweating from the heat and exertion of working with the landscaping crew... that's when Dodger had made that sarcastic "It's fucking hot" remark. Today's Wednesday and, like last year, the Dickers' have invited me and Chubby over for a barbecue dinner after work. Chubby's not working with us of course, and he's not a window washer boy anymore either, he has an office job working for his girlfriend's father. They start work later in the day than we do and work later than we do too, so Chubby gets to the Dickers' an hour or so after us. Ironic, ain't it? I mean, ironic that I work for my boyfriend's father and Chubby works for his girlfriend's father... weird coincidence!

To kill time waiting for Dodger, I'm outside the office sitting on the front steps trying to blow a smoke ring. Dodger's inside signing out for the day. In short order he comes bustling out of the building's front door saying, "Give me a drag, Dylan!" I pass him my butt and he smokes it as we're walking to his truck. "Fuck! This heat really does suck!" he says, flicking the butt into a sewer drain. We climb into his hand-me-down pickup; he starts it up and gets the air conditioning blasting, then the stereo. I'm grinning to myself because Dodger does everything in an abrupt, funny manner; he can also be outrageous at times, but usually he's good, he's cool. Right now he's talking non-stop about his fuck buddy, Vinnie De Marco. "Vinnie still won't rim my ass, Dylan. What do ya think about that? I got this thing about somebody rimming my ass and Vinnie won't do it even when I rim him! He worships the ground I walk on, but he won't rim me! It's fucking outrageous!" Everything is a major catastrophe to Dodger. I say, "Ah, it's a delicate point here, but you do realize that you got a problem with skid marks in your shorts, don't ya? Ya just don't wipe yourself properly which is no small matter when rimming's being considered." He's like, "That's ridiculous, what's a little doody matter between fuck buddies?" I go, "Oh, I never thought of it that way."

Dodger and I came out to each other, more or less, shortly after we met. To be more accurate, he outed me. He's driving surprisingly well for a sixteen year old while also saying outlandish things, then laughing at himself over his more preposterous comments. At his house we go up to his room so we can change into our swimsuits. Dodger's saying, "Speaking of doodies, I gotta go. I'll meet you at the pool in a couple minutes." Then he pulls his pants down right in front of me. His cock, which is the same size as Robby's, flops out and is casually grabbed and stroked a few times by Dodger. After four or five strokes, he drops his dick and says, "Did ya notice? I shaved my pubes, did it last night. How's it look down there?" and he's humping his crotch out in my direction pointing at his shaved package with both index fingers. I mumble, "It's very nice, Dodger. No need to be shy about it though." He laughs at that, mutters "Shy, my ass!" and then walks into his bathroom and, without shutting the door, sits on the toilet. I go, "I'm outta here."

Bringing my work clothes and a pool towel I go out the back door and immediately I'm reminded how very quiet and secluded the Dickers' backyard is. Flies buzzing overhead and a quiet hum from the pool's filter system are the only sounds I notice. Throwing the towel and work clothes on one of the picnic table's benches I dive into the pool and swim underwater to the far side. Nice! Coming up for air I'm already feeling cooled-off and refreshed. The late afternoon sun has lost a lot of its heat during the last hour or so and it's now a beautiful summer day. Floating on my back with my eyes closed puts me into a very peaceful frame of mind. Peaceful until Dodger does his cannonball entry into the pool right next to me. His tightly formed body creates a wave of pool water that covers my face and goes up my nose. Dodger's not only a world class cannonball artist, but a very talented swimmer and diver as well; so much so he's been elected to be the swim team's captain for the coming year. I'm sputtering and wiping at my face trying to clear the water out of my nose and eyes. When I can see again, there's perky Dodger's face six inches from mine grinning at me. I grin back and he does a movement with his body that propels him quickly underwater towards one end of the pool and then to the other. Then, with a kick off the wall, he's back by my side in an instant. On top of the water now, he floats around me pushing little splashes of water in my face. I shake my head and sputter, "Stop that you little pain in the ass or you'll get a spanking!" He mumbles, "Don't tease, you'll get my hopes up," and then begins a few lazy laps of the pool as I admire his incredibly graceful and effortless swimming technique.

It's fascinating to me how much Robby and Dodger look alike. The notable differences in their appearance are Robby's two-tone blond hair and blue eyes as opposed to Dodger's light brown hair and eyes. Both boys' facial features are almost identical though. This has been a growth spurt year for Dodger so now he's almost as tall as Robby and me. We're about the same height, a little over five feet ten inches, and Dodger's now only maybe an inch shorter than us. The brothers' nearly hairless bodies are so perfectly formed they're like spectacular freaks of nature. Both Dickers boys are so cute, so good looking, you sometimes find yourself gawking at them with your mouth hanging open. That's what I was doing at Dodger as he bobbed next to me, pool water dripping from his now shaggy buzz-cut hair to run down his pug nose, then into the pool. My staring made him smile at me again, his smallish white teeth showing through his beautiful smile, his brown eyes shining with intelligence and mischief. I reached over and ruffled his hair which needs cutting, actually none of us boys has had a haircut since graduation and we're all looking shaggy. Haircutting made me think about Dodger's haircut fetish. He gets his rocks off when I cut his hair. Sure, that's twilight zone stuff, but there it is just the same. There are so many facets to Dodger's personality it's impossible to know what you're going to get from one day to the next... always plenty of energy though.

Dodger smiles again as I'm rubbing his head, then says, "Are you ready yet, Dylan?" I go, "Ready for what?" He mumbles, "What did I tell you I was gonna do to you this summer? I told ya at your graduation." Remembering, I said, "You better not try fucking me in this pool again, Dodger. That was cute last year, but we're both too old for that kind of immature impulsive shit now!" He calmly replies, "It not impulsive. No one will be here for an hour or so, this is the perfect time and place and I don't get many chances so I've decided to do you this afternoon. I've been thinking about it all day. I'm stoked to get it on, actually." Giving him my nastiest look makes him whine, "Ah, Dylan, come on, dude! You know how much I like you and how cool I think you are. We'll be fuck buddies." As I mentioned, Robby and I have lately been experiencing hard times finding the right situation where we feel it's safe having sex together. Dodger, or someone else, is always lurking around so it's been almost a week since Robby and I got our rocks off. I'm horny as hell naturally, but this deal with Dodger has me completely out of my comfort zone. Robby and Dodger still don't know about each other so this could lead to something ugly, or at least awkward.

I try paddling away from him to shallower water but only get to where I can keep my head out of the water by standing on my toes when he's on my back. His legs easily wrapped around my waist, his arms went around my neck, his face side by side with mine. He playfully says, in a sing-song way, "I'm going to fuck you in this pool again and it's gonna be so much fun!" I'm like, "Get off my back!" and Dodger whines, "Oh man, don't make it hard on us. Okay?" I continue walking slowly toward the side of the pool with Dodger on my back; I'm thinking this is wrong, me being his brother's boyfriend and all. I'm pissed now. "No fucking way we're doing this, Dodger! And, I'm not messing around this time, I mean it!" He giggles and tightens his hold on me. I yell, "God dammit, Dodger! Let me loose you little pervert!" He chuckles and rubs his cheek next to mine and kisses the side of my mouth, then quietly says, "What? Only Robby can fuck you now?" My face immediately got red and hot as I sputtered, "Robby? What did he...? Did he say something to you?" Dodger goes, "You are so cool, but so naive. You just verified what I was guessing, Dylan. You two have been fucking around, haven't you? For how long now?" Struggling mightily, I tried bumping the back of my head against his nose, I shrugged my shoulders and wildly dipped forward in the water, but he held on tightly. It's actually exhausting wrestling in water with someone on your back so I soon gave that up. Dodger was giggling away, then says, "I can't believe my brother's gay! I can't fucking believe it, but the way you two have been acting around each other I was beginning to think it had to be that, and now you've confirmed it."

Unable to think of a safe thing to say about that, I pushed against the wall with my hands and purposely fell over backward so we both went under water upside-down. For me it was a disaster being helpless under water with my feet above my head and my arms now being held against my body by Dodger. He was in his element and without much effort hung on to me while holding me underwater. After about thirty seconds my lungs were bursting and I started wildly floundering, desperately needing air. Dodger held me down a bit longer; he could hold his breath under water much longer than this so it was no problem for him. Soon I began my death struggle using every muscle in my body trying to get free and up for oxygen, but was still getting nowhere. Dodger sensed my distress, dropped his legs from around my waist, did a simple maneuver getting our bodies in the right position, then kicked off the bottom of the pool and we were up breathing air almost immediately. As I was gasping for air Dodger pulled my bathing suit down below my buttocks in back, then down past my balls in front and fondled my cock with me slapping his hands away. He was not even breathing hard. Behind me now, he casually wrapped one of his legs around the front of each of mine, his feet curled behind my calves. I knew he had me then, even before his arms wrapped around my neck. Snug and secure on my back, he whispered in my ear, "Ready?" I shook my head back and forth but was still breathing too hard to speak.

Dodger kissed the side of my cheek and said, "I know you'll love it Dylan, you did last time." He then squirmed around on my back lowering his body, I felt his hard cock dragging across, then up my crack, and then the head was at my hole. Dodger mumbles, "I got ya now," and humped his boner up my ass. I saw stars 'cause, like Robby, the head of Dodger's cock is fat and we had no lube except the water. He humped again, harder this time, getting it fully up inside me squirming his hips; then, with me impaled on his hard cock and his arms around my neck, he adjusted his body getting himself comfortable and stuck his tongue in my ear. My asshole hurt for a few seconds, but it was all kinda sexy as hell too. Dodger knew it would be, and although I've never had a tongue in my ear before I liked that mushy feeling, it almost balanced out the hard object up my ass. The entire affair was totally out of my control and I couldn't even think what my reaction should be... actually, what could it be? Dodger was so sure of himself, yet so nice about everything. When he took his tongue from my ear, he asked in a sincerely concerned way, "Feeling good yet, Dylan? Like last time?" He followed the question by humping his three and a half inch cock out a little and back in a little, and then did it twice more which burned my anus some. I grunted a pathetic, "Nah, don't...." then an exasperated, "Ahhh, Dodger! You make me so mad!" He mumbled, "Let me try this," and he pulled his cock all the way out, and then right back in taking additional water inside me as lubricant. His cock is short, but like Robby's it has this great fat head and, with the water easing the way, it soon began feeling awesome in my ass.

Still breathing deeply from my near drowning, I gasped, "Okay, that's enough Dodger, or we can't be friends anymore." That got no response except for faster pokes up my ass and what can I say... it had been feeling good almost from the start anyway, and now it felt fantastic. Dodger was using a lot of energy fucking me while also holding himself onto me so fairly quickly, with his boner firmly planted in my ass, he rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel his heart beating against my back. After taking some deep breaths he says, "It'll go easier if we get over to shallower water and I can stand. You know how much I like you Dylan, so will you please help me with this?" I stayed put so he added, "And, I don't want to need to mention to Robby that you let me in on your secret, so just humor me here a little! Okay?" I was momentarily flabbergasted by his audacity, but kind of taken in by it too. What do I expect from this lovable lunatic? And, to be honest, this ain't so bad. Dodger and I have messed around before; always instigated by him I might add. Resigned that I may as well enjoy this, but without saying anything or letting on I was okay with it, I walked the two of us into the four foot part of the pool. Dodger says, "Thank you, Dylan. Now over to the side, okay?" So he won't think I'm pleased about anything, I let out a long exasperated breath before moving us to the side of the pool where I grabbed the edge.

Dodger began humping his cock up and back in my asshole, half a dozen times or so, and I couldn't help but let out an "Ahhh... man!" Dodger says, "This feel good for you Dylan, doesn't it? I know what you like, don't I? You rock so much!" I'm still not speaking to him, but I had to smile to myself at his attempt to BS me into believing this was a joint idea. He carefully uncurls his legs from mine, being sure to keep his cock up my ass, and stands behind me, tight against me with his arms around my waist and the side of his head against my shoulder. He hugs my waist, and then says, "I need you to slouch down a little Dylan." What the hell, I moved away from the side wall slightly and lowered my hips. "A little more," he says, and I'm thinking, "what a set of nuts this kid's got on him!" But, ya know, I'm curious where he was going with this so I lowered my ass some more. Dodger quickly muttered, "Good, stay like that," and he began a fast fuck of my hole, but instead of shoving his boner up my ass or straight into it, he was ramming his cock down into my hole hitting new sensitive pleasure spots in my rectum creating amazing sensations. Of course, this wouldn't work if he had a longer cock, but he doesn't have a longer one so we're good. It was feeling so fucking good, as a matter of fact, that I lowered my ass even more, while at the same time trying to keep my hole pointing upward. Oh, but it felt so wonderful! He could hear me moaning with pleasure now which encouraged him to increase his hip movement and my nuts started churning cum. My cock quickly got hard as a boner can get, my churning balls began to tingle and vibrate. Dodger had me totally under his control and it felt so good I didn't want him to stop. With growing confidence he grabbed my hair at my forehead pulling my head back, slamming his cock inside me at the same time. I was grunting, thrusting my ass up at his cock with each of his humps until he says, with his lips on my ear, "Suck my fingers," he pulls my head back even further then and pushes the fingers of his free hand into my mouth muttering, "Suck them, bite my fingernails. You know I get off on that so much, Dylan!" Then, breathlessly, he mutters, "Oh my God this is so hot!"

The water all around us is bubbling and churning from Dodger's and my constant humping action. My head being pulled back with the fistful of my hair should have hurt, but all I felt was the sensations of this fuck and Dodger's fingers against my tongue. It's a weird feeling and I'm not sure I'd think I was sucking fingers if I didn't know for certain that I was. He's bitten the nails on all the fingers down to the quick; there wasn't any way I could have bitten more off even if I wanted to, which I didn't. His mouth was on my ear again, "Hump back harder, Dylan! Get your ass pushed out more too!" I tried to do what he ordered and fell into a rhythm with him that had me squealing "Eeeee!" with each thrust of his boner into my rectum. He continued rubbing all around the inside of my mouth with his fingers and for some reason it was the sexiest thing to me. When I was right on the verge of blowing my load he took his fingers out of my mouth, reached down in the water in front of me, and stroked my boner. Three, four, five stokes and through clenched teeth I said, "Oh Dodger! Oh, oh my gawd... I'm cumming!" and I did. Three strong strings of cum shot about an inch or so from my stretched boner, the water caught the cum strings and absorbed them. I was seeing red, only red in my head as I shuddered and shivered while the fantastic climax sensations flew around my groin, then up and down my body like electricity.

My body had barely calmed down when Dodger grunted, "Over to the steps at the shallow end, Dylan." Feeling totally and deliciously dominated I staggered over to the steps, him hugging me around the waist to insure his cock stayed inside me. I pulled on my six inch dick as we made our way to the shallowest end of the pool, my chest heaving, my vision clearing, I gulped out, "Oh shit! Dodger, what the hell was that weird fuck, dude?" At the shallow end there were wide cement steps leading up to ground level. Dodger, ignoring my question, says, "On your hands and knees now." I was still almost in a trance from that climax as well as being excited about being told what to do by Dodger, so I got on my hands and knees like he said. My ass was out of the water, my arms and legs immersed. Dodger got a leg on either side of my thighs and did a conventional doggie style fuck on my ass that kept my cock rock hard. In between grunts, he ordered, "Tighten your sphincter, Dylan!" So I started concentrating on that. Dodger was moaning after awhile, "Ahhh, yeah... oh fuck!" Every time he rammed his cock into my ass and his crotch slammed against my buttocks, my head bumped into the second step from the top. It was beginning to feel like I might cum again when he pulled out gasping for air and, before I knew what was happening, he had two fingers pushed up my ass steering me by my hole. First, pulling me up the pool steps, and then walking me toward the pool house at the back of the garage. I'm like, "Oh, ah... what?" as Dodger's pulling this way or that in my hole saying, "This way!" Naked except for my bathing suit, which is pulled down on my thighs hindering my progress, I stumbled along as best I could.

I had to bend forward in order to walk at all, Dodger's fingers pulled up on my hole and then pushed my gaping anus to the left or right getting me where he wanted me to go, me taking those quick little steps, my arms swinging with my hands almost scraped the ground. It was so odd, but I was more or less committed to doing what Dodger wanted by now; it's how I tend to get when my sex partner is ultimately dominant, but dominant in a benevolent way. Dodger's so strong willed and so matter of fact and so sure I'd do what he wanted that I just slipped into a mind set to go along. The dominant behavior is of course a huge factor for me if it's done safely and relatively painless. I'm very susceptible to that, and Dodger is dominant in the sweetest way, constantly telling me how cool I am or how much he likes me, but getting his way just the same. Willie was a lot like that too although he lacked Dodger's charm in other matters. I guess I just can't resist the cute dominant boys. Inside the pool house Dodger pulls his fingers out of my asshole and says, "Over there, Dylan," pointing to a lounge chair, "Get on your back." His stubby boner bobbed in front of him as he walked towards me sniffing his fingers. Smiling at me, he said, "Isn't this great? I told ya so!" and I actually nodded my head that it was great. Another cute smile from Dodger, and when that boy smiles he looks like a beautiful choir boy. The choir boy orders, "Lift your legs and keep them back for me, okay?" I did as he asked, but my swimsuit was around my ankles by now and that made it awkward.

Me on my back, my legs being held up in the air by my forearms wrapped around the back of my thighs. Dodger watched me lying there like that for a few seconds before sauntering over to give my ass a few slaps, then say, "I swear, you like this as much as Vinnie does." Getting no reply from me he reached in between my legs and fisted my cock a half dozen times getting it hard as a steel pole, then squeezed my nuts. I grunted, "Don't do that, Dodger!" He mumbled, "Sorry," and without hesitating shoved his cock right back up my ass and fucked me for another five minutes. My body was rocking on that chaise lounge as Dodger slapped his smooth crotch against my buttocks driving his fat-headed cock in and out of my asshole. It was at least five minutes before, scrunching his cute face, Dodger goes, "Oh fuck!" and blows a lot of spunk up my ass. "Holy shit! That was hot!" he muttered to himself as he continues thrusting his crotch hard against my buttocks shooting another spurt of cum inside my bowels. Then another squirt with Dodger clenching his teeth and smacking my ass. His climax over, he picked up the tempo with harder, faster slams of his recently shaved groin against my now cream filled ass. His cum drooled out from my hole with each boner withdrawal, then splattered on my ass cheeks when he slammed it back up inside me. Finally, his face red, and my balls getting ready to blow another little load, he pulled out and took two steps forward to get a fistful of my hair again. He had a determined look on his face, a very aroused determined look as he yanked my hair and says, "Open your mouth, Dylan!" In my almost hypnotic state, I opened wide and took his slippery three and a half inches of messy cock inside my mouth. His boner was just long enough that the fat head of it penetrated the gag reflex region of my throat, but my gagging didn't deter Dodger. "Take it all, Dylan. Suck my cock!" and I somehow controlled the gagging and did what he said. Shortly I was stroking my stiff boner while continuing to lick and suck on his. I did it until his was a nice, clean, wet, pink, almost four inch long boner, as cute as its owner. But Dodger just grunted, "Keep sucking, I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

After a bit, sure enough, Dodger began breathing noisily through the "O" he made with his lips. I sucked on his cock as he pulled my head forward, then back, over and over again, using the fistful of my hair as a handle. He basically fucked my throat and mouth. After maybe five or six minutes I shot another little climax myself and then tasted a little spurt of spunk from Dodger's cock a minute after that. He goes, "Keep sucking till I tell ya to stop." I was totally brainwashed by now and would probably have run naked through the neighborhood if Dodger told me to. But less than a minute later we hear Robby calling, "Where did you two get to?" Reality set in and I quickly pushed Dodger's cock out with my tongue. He looked pissed, grabbed my head with both hands pulling my face against his crotch. His wet cock squeezed between my face and his belly, it extending from my nose to my forehead. He said, "Promise me you'll rim me next time." I nodded my head up and down as best I could because I didn't want to get caught like this by Robby. I've rimmed Robby six or seven times so why not Dodger. But mostly I simply agreed with Dodger's blackmail request so we could speed things up. Dodger wasn't worried about Robby though, he calmly said, "Doesn't your boss make you speak your responses?" He chuckled at his own comment because he knew that was one of Robby's rules for us laborers on the job. Once again, to expedite matters I didn't argue. With my face still pressed against Dodger's hairless belly, I said, "I promise to rim you next time." He adds, "And cooperate when I fuck you, right?" I mumble, "Yes, okay, but we gotta get outta here now!" He leans down and sticks his tongue in my ear again, this time leaving a lot of his saliva behind when he pulled away. Then, pushing my head away from his stomach, he kisses me with some tongue, and then straightens up to rubs his wet cock across my lips and up the front of my nose. I think he was assuring himself, and me, that he was just as much of a dominant sex partner with me as he was with Vinnie. Satisfied that I'd complied with everything he wanted, he let go of my head and says, "This was the hottest experience of my life. You're the coolest kid I've ever met!" I pulled my swimsuit up from around my ankles thinking about the big hickeys Robby gives me and grateful that Dodger hasn't picked up on that yet. Dodger was a smiling boy now. His little speedo bathing suit was just pulled down in front under his nuts so it was only a quick adjustment to get it back in place. I was wiping my face with my forearms getting the wetness from Dodger's cock off when he says, "How about if you grab that lounge chair and I'll bring this inner-tube for the pool." Carrying those items we reemerge into the sunshine and Dodger happily calls out, "Over here Robby, we were getting some stuff from the pool house." I'm running my tongue around in my mouth trying to think what Dodger's cum reminded me of. Then I gave some thought to my ass which was still buzzing and to the way my wet swim suit would mask the drooling cum Dodger fired up there a little while ago.

It was all just another twilight zone moment for me, but still I had enough sense to put off analyzing all this until later. Dodger acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, that is until his greeting with Robby. The Dickers brothers always greet each other with a quick-as-a-wink kiss. These two are the most unique brother combo I've ever ran into with the exception of identical twins I met last summer in Wildwood. The North twins are even more unique than Robby and Dodger; if I discover that those twins were from outer space it wouldn't surprise me. Usually the Dickers brothers' greeting consist of an almost unconscious brush of their lips together and an arm squeeze; something like that. Today, having his suspicions of his brother's gayness confirmed, Dodger blatantly sucked in Robby's lower lip for a second and then gave him a nice kiss smack on the lips; a real kiss, saying "Hey bro, sup?" Robby looked startled and then, with furrowed eyebrows, gave Dodger a quizzical look before turning his attention to me. "Dylan, what's wrong? You look pale." I was busy cleaning Dodger's spit out of my ear with my finger. I go, "Huh? What'd ya say?" Robby came right over to me and squeezed the back of my neck. He's very touchy-feely with me. I glanced over at Dodger who smirked and blew me a kiss behind Robby's back, then said, "I'll see you two numbnuts in a little while. I promised to get Vinnie after his piano lesson. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Robby gave his brother one last annoyed look, then looked back to me to again ask, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" I go, "No, it's just the fucking heat earlier today, made me woozy but I'm fine now that you're here. Get your swimsuit on and we'll take a swim."

Robby looks around to be sure Dodger's gone, and then whispers, "To hell with the swim! We don't have time for me to give you the quickie fuck I wanna give you because the rents are home and could be out any time, but come into the pool house with me for a minute." I followed him docilely back inside the scene of my earlier sexual encounter of the third kind. As soon as the door swings shut, he's got his arm around my neck for a long wet kiss on my mouth. Then, "You looked so sexy at work today, all sweaty and cute and all. Sorry I had to put you on clean-up duty, but you know I need to be fair to all the guys." Then another long kiss and even though I'm way over-stimulated by Dodger already, I love Robby so it's easy to get into the make-out and kiss him back. Breathless now, he says, "Suck me off for a couple minutes, Dylan. I'll keep a lookout for the rents through the window." Jeez, both Dickers brothers' cocks in my mouth within ten minutes. Actually, Robby's been doing this kind of thing recently; ordering me to suck his cock, I mean. I don't think he even realizes he's being bossy, he just likes me on my knees in front of him and he assumes I do too. He's right about that, by the way. Robby seems to like peering down at me with that cute arrogant look in his eyes. He's always pulling my hair or flipping his finger under my nose while smirking at me which made me think of the way Dodger rubbed his cock on my face demonstrating his sexual dominance over me; it made my balls move too. With Robby there's that arrogant look of his that's usually followed closely by his loving look which takes over the arrogant one. You can just tell when a person loves you. I gladly knelt down in front of him. With me looking up, Robby says, "You take it out for me, Dylan; I know you want to suck me off." I did what he said but my sexual drive was the low, lower, lowest it's been for quite a while due to Dodger fucking me a new asshole ten minutes ago. Dodger fucked me in the ass and mouth for the better part of a half hour actually.

Reaching inside Robby's fly, I pulled out his short dick and licked the head. It was like looking at Dodger's cock. The same, except Dodger's had been in air conditioning all day and then in the cool water of the pool while Robby's has been in neither. He's been working out in the sun all day like me, so even though his crotch was shaved, it was sweaty and smelled strongly of Robby's scent. I got his balls out of his shorts too and licked his scrotum until my spit was dripping off of it. Got it real wet with spit, tasting Robby's perspiration in the process. Any taste of Robby is a welcome one as far as I'm concerned; well, almost any taste. I took his little cock into my mouth next and it firmed up nicely. I'm sucking and lapping the fat head like it's a Tootsie Roll pop. Robby cooed encouragement so I sucked him harder while he played with or pulled my hair and rubbed my shoulders or the back of my neck. We can't do our massages this year because Robby's a supervisor and uses a separate locker room from the one I use as a laborer, which sucks. So when we get the chance to be intimate, we go for it and this is one of those times.

Today I'm not my usual horny self, as I've said, but I didn't want to shortchange Robby so I really tried sucking him off as good as I can do it. Shortly his hips were thrusting and he was making the desperate sounds of an approaching climax. I was even groping myself again by the time Robby grunted loudly one more time and fired a long stream of cum in my mouth. I just managed to swallow it before his second smaller stream, then a third... yum, yum! Like me earlier, Robby must have been really horny to cum so quickly. It's a good thing he did though 'cause we heard the door to the house slam right after the last of his cum drools got sucked down by me. "Here comes Dad," Robby mutters as I give one last suck and then pull off his cock. Robby says, "That was awesome! How's it taste? I know you like sucking my cock; this is definitely what we both needed!" He was zippering up as he talked. I got up wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist and a string of Robby's cum stretched across the back of my hand from a big bubble of spunk at the corner of my lips. Looking at it for a second, then licking my hand clean, I'm thinking, "To answer your question, Robby; it taste just like your brother's." Then I felt bad for having that smart-ass thought. We were outside before his dad got to the end of the yard.

"Hey, guys! How ya doing?" Robby and I were a little shaky at first but I managed to get relaxed enough to chat with Mr. Dickers. Shortly Mrs. Dickers came out the back door wanting to know where Dodger and Chubby were. Robby shrugs so I mention that Dodger is picking up his friend Vinnie and that Chubby would be here about six o'clock. Robby, still antsy from his climax, said nothing... slightly awkward for me to be the one communicating with his `rents. Thankfully, Mr. and Mrs. Dickers had gin and tonics in their hands and after a couple of minutes of chit chat they wandered under the cabana to drink them. Robby and I swam in the pool and after a bit we were exchanging the kind of loving looks that probably gave us away to both Chubby and Dodger. We can't seem to control ourselves. I was feeling love for Robby at the same time I was feeling guilt about Dodger fucking me. Dodger started it of course, but I enjoyed it too much to not feel guilty. When Dodger finally returned the three of us sat in the sun and talked. I thought he was bringing Vinnie here but was disappointed to discover he'd just picked him up and drove him home..

Allowing myself to do a little analysis of the recent sexual encounters I concluded that obviously both Dickers brothers had dominated me during sex, but neither of them did it in a cruel or mean spirited manner. In truth, we all enjoyed ourselves so I was hoping to bask in the after glow of it all. Who could ask for anything more? I felt blessed, but still I have a guilty conscience and I'm not sure what to do about it. Whatever I do will disappoint one of them, maybe both... unless I say nothing, and Robby never finds out. Hmmmm? I let the brothers do most of the talking while I did my ubiquitous contemplating. Then I realized the brothers were arguing more than having a conversation; it was nothing serious though. I ignored them, sucked on my bottom lip, and thought my thoughts. I was also enjoying the view looking at the two of them. The boys are so good looking it's otherworldly; aside from that they're very normal, except of course for having below average sized dicks and both being gay, but let's not nitpick.

My contemplating revealed that I loved the sex I just shared with these boys, but like I said there's this other thing, almost an entity: my guilt. I'd kinda cheated on Robby and that thought is messing with the positive part of our afternoon's sex. Even though it wasn't something I planned on, Dodger mostly forced it on me, but still I was cooperating totally through a lot of it so I guess that part's just not right. I try to put this out of my mind, but it keeps popping up in my head. It's odd, until today neither Robby nor Dodger thought the other was gay. I knew about both of them of course. Now the only one who's still in the dark is Robby and that's another thing that's just not right. It made me wonder about myself too; so, as the brothers argued about a CD, I took account of myself to the tune of "who knows I'm gay?" Let's see, Carl Denton scoped me out a year and a half ago and then told his cousin Larry who told his boyfriend, Willie. Willie became my boyfriend and introduced me to his Cambridge friends and his friends at prep school, like cute Andy. I'd have to say a lot of those guys know I'm gay, but none of them know any of my other friends. Then there's Jake Rollins, my mom's boyfriend who's bi himself, he was sure I was gay after seeing Willie and me kissing at a concert. Connor spotted me as potentially gay, and way back last year Dodger picked up that I was most likely gay. He picked it up the first time we met and since then he's told his fuck buddy, Vinnie. How about Elliot and Jay, they know. Then there's Ray, Elliot's brother, who thinks I'm bi. And damn! Who the hell doesn't know I'm gay, and how come so many people picked up on it in the first place? How am I giving myself away? There must be others who know too... there has to be. I still don't feel like announcing I'm gay to the world though, like Jay and Willie did, and Robby claims he wants to. Jay and Willie are so comfortable with themselves they just came out to the world as gay boys; it works for them but I don't know about it working for me, or Robby. Of course, most of the guys I named are either not familiar with each other, or are familiar but don't realize the others know what they know. What a friggin' headache I'm getting. Contemplating stuff always gives me a headache.

"Who do you think it belongs to, Dylan?" asked Dodger. I go, "Oops, ya caught me daydreaming again. While I'm sure it was wicked interesting, I wasn't listening to you two bickering. How about cutting the CD in half and you can each have half?" Robby's shaking his head as Dodger goes, "That's an awesome idea!" Robby gives me a little grin, still shaking his head like I'm being a pain in the ass. We hear Mr. Dickers then, he's firing up the grille and Mrs. Dickers is setting the picnic table for dinner. Then we hear this weird car horn "Toot-ta-toot-toot-toot". Dodger says, "Hey, it sounds like that car's in our driveway!" We all jump up and jog over to the hedge that separates the pool from the driveway and sure enough there's this shining old convertible car parked right there taking up a great deal of space. Mr. Dickers looks over our shoulder and says, "Wow! That's an antique Cadillac!" What interested me the most was seeing my best bro of all time sitting behind the wheel of this enormous car. Dodger yells, "How many telephone books are you sitting on, Chubby?" Mr. Dickers was walking around to go through the gate so Chubby was free to flash the bird at Dodger. He did look awful small in that wide front seat. I ask, "Where'd ya get the old car, dude?" Chubby's yelling back, "You peons can't appreciate a thing of beauty like this. It's Mr. Renaldo's car. His hobby is old Cadillacs and this is his favorite. It's a 1959 Eldorado Biarritz convertible. Two tone: manila cream and sandalwood with pecos beige interior." He was reading all that from a card. Robby asks, "How come that guy, Mr. who-you-said, let you drive it?" Chubby says, "He doesn't know I have it. He's away on business, I just sort of borrowed it to show it to all you guys." Mr. Dickers was out there now looking the car over, feeling the interior leather, and was generally enthralled by it. I could hardly believe the fins on the back myself, it was some big boat alright. Kinda beautiful actually. Chubby's got a set of nuts on him though, driving that thing without permission. Of course the car can't be worth much. What'd Chubby say it was? A `59, or something. That boy's really got a set of nuts on him and of course he's crazy too; what if he gets caught and they fire him? Mr. Renaldo is Chubby's boss and Chubby's girlfriend's father, one and the same.

I've never been a daredevil like Chubby is or Dodger too for that matter. Those two are like peas in a pod. Robby and me are different peas, but were pretty similar to one another as well. Robby can be shy around people he doesn't know, me too. Dodger and Chubby, not really. They aren't familiar with shyness all that much. Chubby was always brazen, even as a little kid. Seeing him sit there, my heart swells. I worry about him some times, but I always feel this love for him. We've been through many experiences together and I don't believe even the North twins are as close as Chubby and I are; we're closer than brothers. Sure, we've had an admittedly strange relationship but it's made us so tight nothing will ever get between us. I can't imagine living without Chubby nearby, he's my touchstone, the one person in all the world I trust the most. It's just that I'm never sure Chubby's as tight with me as I am with him, ya know? Fact is, I'm romantically in love with Robby, but sometimes I think that's a secondary love to the friendship and brotherly love that I share with Jeffrey "Chubby"Romero. It makes my eyes water when I think about him sometimes, that's how intense my feelings for him are. I say, "You better get that car back, Chubby. Ya know, before you get caught. Go ahead now... I'll save you some dinner." "Oh, Dylan! You're such a worry wart, dude. Come around here and give me my hello hug, ya asshole." Chubby was smiling saying that. I went around and through the gate, he got out of the car and we did a quick handshake, hug, and pat on the back.

I hugged him harder than he hugged me but I refuse to add that to my list of things to worry about. He sure smelled good and, oh hell, I just love everything about how he looks. He's not in the ultra high cuteness level that the Dickers brothers are in, but he's no slouch either. Chubby's got a tannish complexion, compliments of a Hispanic father and an Italian mom. Dark brown eyes and hair, hair that felt like velvet when it was cut in a buzz cut. It's longer now and I'd call it luxurious. He's got those perfectly matched, although smallish facial features and I just love, love, love to see that face of his any time, any place. Like me, Chubby hasn't begun with facial hair growth but I have a feeling he'll look cool with that scruffy look I see on a lot of kids when he does begin to grow some soft whiskers on his baby face. He's a little short at almost five foot seven... almost, I said. Ha ha! That's what he says, but I'm thinking it's closer to five foot six inches if he stands up really, really straight. He has the great smile with his smallish super white teeth and pink gums, so nice. Great smirk too, cute chin and everything goes together very well, that's the important thing. Great body for his size too, mostly there's natural definition in all the right places, but we used to do four mile runs every day so his almost hairless legs have extra nice definition in the calf muscles, mine too. Chubby's a tough kid and we've been in more than our share of fights. Not with each other, we fight side by side... he's always got my back and I always have his. That's all I'm saying.

Robby was around to the driveway side of the hedge now too so he and Chubby do the quick greeting we all usually do. Robby says, "Ya know Dylan's right, Chubby. You'll get in trouble. Take the car back now; we're not eating for another half hour anyway." Chubby musses Robby's hair and says, "Dylan lies and you swear to it, right?" Chubby knows Robby and I are boyfriends, but he keeps it to himself. When he said that though, I glanced over at Dodger and he's raising his eyebrows and making a face like "Oh, so he knows too!" I did my usual frown of uncertainty and Dodger mouths "It's Okay!" He's a good kid, just slightly out of control at times. No matter what, I know how much Dodger likes me and is always gonna be there for me if the going gets rough. I can't help unconsciously reaching back to squeeze my ass when I looked over at him though, jeez... what a fucking he laid on me a while ago. My rationalizing ability is kicking in by now too, and it's like this: "I shouldn't really feel so guilty, after all it's just some harmless buddy sex. Neither Dodger nor I would hurt Robby for anything in the world." Damn, but life can get complicated! It's not just me either. I still have this feeling Chubby's conflicted over his experiences with Ricky Ortiz. He admitted to me once that he liked the fucks Ricky put on his ass at times, and then there was that one time, graduation night, that Chubby fucked me. Fucked me twice actually, but unfortunately he's never brought it up again. He's involved with Mary Jo and that crowd... ugh! Chubby inferred to me recently, when we were drinking rum and cokes a week ago, that he's now fucking her. Ya know what I think? I think he'd rather be fucking me, but he won't admit it to himself. Or, maybe it's wishful thinking on my part. In either case it's just another example of how complicated things can get for us teens... I'm just saying.

"Do you think I should, Dylan?" Chubby asked. I'm like, "Huh? Wha..." and all three boys laugh. Mr. Dickers chuckled too because everyone knows I space out at times. Chubby goes, "I was thinking I'd return this big boat after dinner, what do you think?" I know he's just breaking my balls and has no intention of keeping the car for a couple more hours, but I can't stop myself from saying, "NO! Please take the car back now, Chubby!" He chuckles and mumbles, "That's what I just said to you a second ago, but you were in dreamland. Do ya wanna come with me?" I did, but I thought it would be rude to the Dickers so I said, "Nah, I'd be too nervous that something might happen, an accident or a traffic ticket or something. You have good luck Chub; you don't need my bad luck tagging along. Just get the fuc..." Then I remember Mr. Dickers was standing there so I finished with, "the car back, right now." Chubby squeezed my hand real quick and said, "Yes Sir!" He did get in the car then, fired that baby up, and backed out of the driveway going way too fast. Mr. Dickers mumbles, "That's some beautiful machine alright!" I bit my lip hoping nothing bad happens to Chubby because of this. Robby says, "Come on guys, a swim before dinner," and off we went.

We had a nice swim sans the ball crunching that always took place last summer. We haven't been doing the ball crunching at all this year and I have a theory about that. Last year we were all pretty horny most of the time and this year we're all, one way or another, getting our sexual urges satisfied on a more regular basis. Well, Robby, Dodger and me are for sure; Chubby, I'm not so sure about. Chubby got back just before dinner, this time driving our Jeep. We had another great Dickers dinner: barbecue chicken, potato salad, corn on the cob, and a great Caesar salad. For dessert, apple pie with vanilla ice cream. We were all stuffed, and after thanking the Dickers for dinner we told them that we're going for a quick ride to let our food settle and then another swim. We piled into Robby's pickup and drove to the high school, parked in Robby's old parking spot and walked down to the closed-up refreshment stand next to the football stadium. We wanted to have a cigarette down here for old time's sake. It was still hard for Robby, Chubby, and me to believe we'd graduated high school and I think all of us sorta wished we could do our senior year over again. Of course none of us would admit that out loud, I'm just saying.

As we smoked, we joked around. Ever since the senior class trip Robby's been in an informal factoid contest with Chubby. Robby's included a new twist to it too. He takes a puff of his Marlboro Light and asks Chubby, "Dude, what food have scientists discovered significantly diminishes a women's sex drive?" Chubby's like, "Ya got me." Before Robby can say anything else, Dodger deadpans the answer, "Wedding cake. I read that joke in the Herald yesterday." Robby gives him a quizzical look and Dodger says, "You know, as soon as a girl gets married she stops putting out, or something like that." Chubby chuckles and says, "In that case, I'll have to give a piece of wedding cake to Mary Jo!" We're all like "Oh, we're so sure!" Then Chubby asks, "How many men should it take to open a beer?" No one can come up with anything so Chubby gives his answer, "None. The beer should already be open when she brings it to ya." The three of us groan and Chubby goes, "Did you numbnuts know that fifty percent of all the coastline of the United States is Alaska 's coastline?" The three of us are nodding our heads "yes" as we're saying, "Yeah, sure. Everybody knows that!" Chubby's getting flustered of late because we're all onto his factoid gig, but he tries again anyway, "Yeah? Do ya know which continent is the only one on earth not claimed by a country?" I didn't know and when I looked at Robby he's shrugging his shoulders, but Dodger's smirking so I figured he knew. Sure enough, he goes, "That freezing fucking Antarctica continent, obviously, `cause nobody wants it. Didn't you dicks have geography in middle school?" He's so smug, but he makes me laugh because it's so obvious he's proud of himself for knowing that, he wears his feelings on his face.

We broke each other's balls some more while blowing smoke in each other's faces and generally enjoyed being together. It was so much fun just goofing off and acting like fourteen year olds for a while. College seems a long way off to me right now; I don't want to grow up, to tell ya the truth! After a bit we drifted back to the pickup and returned to the Dickers house for one more last swim and then I rode home in Chubby's and my jointly owned 1997 Jeep Wrangler, with Chubby driving. We were quiet during the ride but that's not unusual for us, we can be quiet a long time and not feel uncomfortable at all. He and I are very relaxed when it's just the two of us; well, we are most of the time anyway. Walking up the steps to our condos Chubby says, "Let's sit out here and have one last cigarette, Dylan." He didn't want the night to end and neither did I, so we sat there and passed a Marlboro Light back and forth as we talked quietly about ourselves. We haven't been seeing nearly as much of each other as we used to. Hell, before we got our after school jobs we were with each other almost every minute. These past fifteen or sixteen months we've both worked, but at different jobs which kept us apart a lot of the time. I filled in that missing time with Willie, he and I became seriously secret boyfriends. Well, I kept it secret from everyone I knew while Willie broadcast it to everyone he knew. "This is my boyfriend, Dylan Newman." That's how Willie introduced me to everyone we met, it was awkward at first but I got used to it. A lot of people don't care for Willie but I thought he was awesome then and I still do now. I'm just not in love with him anymore.

I asked Chubby about his job at the Renaldo Insurance Agency. He said, "It's alright, but some of those agents can be assholes! They can be real prima donnas, especially the biggest sellers. Ya gotta kiss a lotta ass but the pay's good and there's no heavy lifting like my last job.." He told me some funny stories involving customers, which in his job are the company's agents and brokers. The incidents on his job didn't register as funny with me because he was using esoteric terms involving financial products and the sales business. I didn't get the point of the stories, but I loved watching his animated face as he was telling them and I pretended to chuckle when he did. It was also fun having him pay attention to just me. I told him about my job and what it was like working with my, ah... my friend being my boss. Chubby and I haven't talked about me and Robby being gay hardly at all, certainly not specifically about any aspect of the gay dynamic. And, except for that one nights of too many rum and cokes, he never mentions his relationship with Mary Jo either. Chubby has always wisecracked and flirted with girls to get them to laugh and so forth, but he's never had a steady girlfriend before Mary Jo. I think he's trying to prove to himself he's not gay or bi. It's something he's going to need to discover for himself, but I gotta say that he and I have done some things together over the years that would be considered gay by almost everyone on the planet. Chubby's rationalized those things as unique to him and me and called them habits that we got ourselves involved in when we were very young; like sleeping in each other's arms which we started doing at age three or four. We hardly ever sleep together anymore, but when we do its normal for us to do it the way we always have. And, there are other things too, but why beat a dead horse. That was then, this is now.

Finished the cigarette I expertly flicked it away, the way Robby showed me in New York. It flew down the entire flight of cement steps, bounced once on the curb, balanced on the edge for a half second then dropped off to disappear forever into the storm grate. Chubby was shocked, "When the fuck did you learn to flick a butt that good?" I go, "What? That flick? It's nothing!" He swatted the back of my head playfully saying, "You need to wipe your mouth again, there's still a tiny bit of bull shit around your lips!" Then we both went for headlocks with me being a tad faster, we stood up together to wrestle a bit. When we wrestled it suspiciously resembles hugging, me giving Chubby's head a noogie with my knuckles as I hugged his head. Then I say, "Hey, how about haircuts tonight. We haven't done that in a long time." I let go of Chubby's neck and he mumbles, "Yeah, we started giving each other haircuts when we were nine or ten years old? Why'd we stop?" I go, "You were getting window washer boys' buzz cuts, remember? And I was getting haircuts my boyfrien... or, that is, Willie liked." Walking up the last flight of steps, Chubby goes, "Oh man, yeah! You had some weird haircuts from hell last year. I only hope I remember how to do it so this won't be another one from hell." Inside the condo I carried a bar stool from the kitchen counter down to the finished basement to act as a barber chair. We jabbered on happily about old times.

As I'm getting the barbering paraphernalia out, Chubby's sitting in the Barcalounger recliner where we've watched so many Red Sox games together, usually with my arm behind Chubby's neck or the two of us snuggling one way or another. We feel the most comfortable when we have a lot of bodily contact between us, or we used to anyway. We haven't done it much lately so when Chubby says, in kind of a hesitant manner, "Hey, bro. Ya know what we've been neglecting?" I'd just plugged the barber clippers into the electric socket and was about to answer, "No, what?" when I remembered. I go, "Our feet! Right?" Chubby gets this kind of excited way about him where his every movement is too animated or something. I recognize when it's happening although probably no one else would. He goes, "Yeah, our feet could use a good massage, right?" As I'm walking over to him I try to be casual, repeating what Chubby's said to me so many times over the years, "Definitely, Chubby. People take their feet for granted and that's just flat out wrong!" Chubby has a foot fetish; he's had it since puberty. I can't say I share that fetish with him, but anything that's an intimate activity between him and me you can count me in on. At the front of the recliner I get down on my knees and pull Chubby's sneakers off. He breathes in a long breath, and then quietly breathes out sounding like he'd said, "Oh!" He hadn't bothered putting his socks back on after our swim so I massage his bare feet one at a time and then massage his lower leg. He has that hard calf muscle, but other than that, his leg is rather thin. Like my legs, his have soft short little light colored hairs sprinkled on the lower part. His eyes sparkle when I lean down and press his toes against my chin, then ruffle them under my nose. Everything I can think of to do with his foot I do while looking up at Chubby's face. There's a rather nice foot smell on both his feet, but it's not a strong one because we've been in the pool so much tonight. I try one way after another to connect his feet with different parts of my body and after about ten minutes of that, Chubby, trying inconspicuously to grope himself, says, "Let me do yours now, Dylan."

When we change places his lap shows a three inch pole poking out the sweat pants he'd changed into after swimming. Chubby tried to get down on his knees in a way I wouldn't see his boned-up reaction to the foot play but I was purposely watching for it and wasn't disappointed. I'm happy to give him a boner any time. Chubby made love to my feet with me relieved I'd been in the pool so much tonight because after working all day cutting lawns and sweating, foot odor may have been a problem. Come to think of it, Chubby might have liked that. His hands are surprisingly strong and his foot massages really did feel good and got me very relaxed. He didn't bother with my legs although I wish he had. One at a time, he massaged and licked and sucked on my feet. Seeing his pink tongue poking between my toes was surprisingly sexy. When his tongue licked the arch of my foot it was sexy and it tickled at the same time. When he was done with each foot it was pink from the blood that massage brings to the area and shiny from the coat of Chubby's saliva. My toes had bubbles of spit between each one. Finally finished with both feet he looked up to me, his eyes bright, to ask, "How do they feel now, Dylan?" He was openly pushing at his crotch but there was no telltale wetness spot so he hadn't actually gotten himself off like he sometimes does. I nodded my head dumbly and quietly said, "Fine." It's really something to witness his fetish in full bloom, seeing it kind of aroused me too. Chubby and the North twins and their foot fetishes, it's mysterious alright!

We got ourselves back to reality in short order and now I noticed a calmness in Chubby that I haven't seen in him for a while. Obviously no one has been servicing his foot fetish of late. Ricky used to insist Chubby do his feet and after Ricky was put out of commission I helped once or twice with Chubby's fetish, but then he began this mission to prove he's not into anything kinky so we stopped. He couldn't help himself tonight though; it was too strong of an urge apparently. Of course he feels more comfortable with me that anyone else so he let his guard down a bit. I feel for him so much. What else isn't being served in his life that he's missing, what yearnings is he suppressing? Or am I projecting again? I just want him to be happy... we're young, go for it, Chub! I know it would be wrong to lecture him about this, I know him too well to think it would help matters. It would in fact make them worse. Chubby put the Weezer CD on, the one with their awesome hit, "If you're wondering if I want you to. I want you to." That song rocks awesome! Ya gotta try it. Chubby cut my hair first and of course he remembered how to do it.

The thing is, with Chubby and me, you get the haircut the barber wants you to have; not necessarily the one you have in mind. This time Chubby cut my hair like he knows I like it, but he didn't always do that. Guess we're growing up. My haircut was sorta short on the sides and back and long enough on top so I had the choice to spike it up with some gel or comb it down on top dry, and flip up the front. I cut Chubby's the same way, he mostly spikes his and mostly I do it the other way. Finishing up with Chubby's haircut, using the trimmer to outline around his ears, I all of a sudden got an overwhelming urge to hug him. Slowly, so it didn't startle him, I wrapped an arm around his neck and, with the trimmers held away from us still buzzing away in my other hand, I put the side of my face next to Chubby's and gently hugged, barely swaying as he sat on the stool with me standing behind him. After a few seconds he reached up and wrapped his hand around my wrist. I could see his reflection in the glass pane of the door leading to the garage; his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed, he looked perfect as a matter of fact. I love him so. Then I got the side of my face turned slightly because I wanted the side of my nose against his cheek so I could inhale his Chubby scent which I've enjoyed my entire life.

The CD was over and the silence, except for the weird buzzing of the trimmers, was deafening. We held that position for maybe a minute until a tear ran from my eye; it ran off my cheek and down Chubby's cheek. Very quietly he said, "Its okay, Dylan. Everything is okay." I nodded my head against the side of his face as I leaned my body against his back and side, then after another minute or so slowly pulled away. Very quietly I asked, "Is it, Chubby? Is everything really okay?" He turned on the stool to look at me then, and said, "We'll always be best friends. I've told you that a thousands times and I'll tell you a thousand times more if you want me too. I love you, Dylan... it'll always be that way... period. You have my unconditional love forever. No matter what else is going on in our lives, it'll always include you and me too." He said it so sincerely and with such intensity it had tears rolling down my face. I choked out, "I don't know why I'm fucking crying, I don't have any fucking idea why tears are coming out of my fucking eyes." Chubby's declaration of love for me meant way too much for me to even try responding to it directly. It was monumental to me and I'll remember it every day of my life, like Chubby says... forever. I turned off the trimmer and put it down, then wiped my eyes with the heels of my hands saying. "I'm too fucking emotional." Chubby mumbles, "Why are you saying `fucking' so much, what's up?" I go, "Oh, I'm good. Just trying out your speech patterns, you know." He smiles and shakes his head, "Is my haircut done?" I go, "No, just sit there till I tell you you can get up." He squeezed my hand, and then turned around so I could finish the trimmer work which took about ten seconds.

We were just a bit awkward after that, but as we were heading up the stair I quietly said to Chubby's back, "Thank you. Me too." That had the tears rolling again but Chubby didn't see them because I wiped them away with my forearm and got control of myself real fast. When Chubby turned around to say goodnight his eyes looked a bit red too. We did a quick goodnight hug without words and he went up one more flight of stairs to his mom's condo. I took a shower in a very melancholy mood, but a happy, contented melancholy... if there is such a thing. Lying in bed before sleep I thought back to that night when Chubby, with too many adult beverages in him from the graduation parties, expressed a desire to see how it felt to fuck a boy. I'd offered myself to him some weeks earlier which he'd scoffed at, but changed his mind the night of our graduation. It had been a dream of mine for quite a while to share a sexual experience like that with Chubby and of course I'd built it up in my mind too much, the reality couldn't live up to the ridiculous expectations I had for it. Not to say it wasn't wonderful to have Chubby inside me, but just that it fell a bit short of the thrill I thought it would be. Well, actually the first try lasted only about ninety seconds before Chubby climaxed. Then later Chubby wanted to try doing it more like Ricky did him and he was more dominant and that fuck went on at least fifteen minutes before climax. It was closer to what I'd expected, but there's been nothing since then. Not a word, and I've hinted at it only to have Chubby lecture me about taking advantage of our friendship. He's so intent on proving to somebody, probably himself, that he's completely straight that it's painful to watch at times. So, with all that in mind, tonight's sweet words from Chubby meant that much more to me... a priceless episode in our lives, in my life anyway. And off to sleep I went with that beautiful thought in my head.

I'm up and at 'em right on time the next morning. While brushing my teeth I almost had to convince myself that I didn't dream Chubby saying he loved me and that we'd be best friends for life and all that other wonderful stuff. It gave me a warm feeling all over to know it was real, not a dream. My haircut looked good too. Today I spiked my blond hair in honor of Chubby. It looks real hot with my earring and my red nose and cheeks from too much sun. Ya know, I look good! What it is, is this: When you're happy and feeling good about yourself you see everything in a more positive way and that builds on itself. Back in my bedroom getting dressed, I glance at the picture of Chubby and me on my bed stand. In the picture we're in bathing suits with our arms around each others shoulders standing on the beach in Wildwood, New Jersey . The ocean in the background, our faces tan with big smiles, the sides of our bodies touching from shoulders to feet... that's a picture of true best friends. I was so upbeat. I walked to the bus stop smoking a cigarette with a grin on my face. This is how life should always be and it's the kind of good mood that only Chubby can put me in. I wonder if he has any idea how important he is to me. What am I thinking, of course he does.

It was a beautiful day, not as hot as it's been, and on the bus I got to stare at the cutest Asian boy... one good bit of fortune after another. I'm guessing he's my age but he could be older because some Asians tend to look younger than they are. I love his complexion, tannish but different from Chubby's. This boy on the bus had a small hoop earring in both earlobes and he had that funky kind of wispy black hair that seems to stick straight out all over his perfectly shaped head. His hair was short on the sides tapering up to be about two inches long on top and it looked so soft I had the strongest urge to run my fingers through it. I only saw his full face when I walked down the aisle of the bus past him. I sat across from him, one row back. From my seat I can just see his profile and I love that too. Almost delicate, he's very slim and about as short as Chubby. His slantedeyes I read somewhere are that way because of Asian's skull shape, basically. The skull dictates the shape of the orbital bones we all have, and therefore the shape of the eyes. You can feel your orbital bone at the outer corner of your eyes. Asians' orbital bones are just different than non-Asians, it's that simple. It's also very cool looking if you ask me; I love the Asian look. This boy's face is so smooth and youthful looking, it's like he'll never grow whiskers, but I know he will eventually, so will Chubby and me I assume. His chin reminds me of Chubby's chin, it's so fucking cute on a boy, and his cheek bones make his face have this permanent cute expression. Wish I knew this boy, I don't have an Asian friend and I wish I did. But, I'm too shy to think how to introduce myself. He doesn't even need to be gay, he could be a straight friend who I'd enjoy looking at, although gay would be nice too, ha ha. Oh well, he's getting off now. When he stood I thought maybe he's younger than I guessed at first, and what a hot ass as he walks up the aisle! Outside the bus he was standing right next to my window. I watched him cup his hands to keep a match going lighting a cigarette. Then he looked up at me, I gave a little smile and was sure he'd smile back, but instead he had only a blank expression on his face. He took a big drag from his cigarette and while exhaling he flipped me his middle finger holding it up to window level, then turned and walked away. Jeez, that sucked!

Getting off at my stop and walking to the Dickers Landscaping & Design building I was still feeling upbeat, just not as anxious to find an Asian friend as I had been earlier. The whole thing made me smile now; it really did take me by surprise when he flipped me the birdlike that. Ya never know. I was taking my time walking along thinking about that Asian boy where last year I'd be rushing to get to the locker room to meet up with Robby so we could do our massages and our little make outs and all that. This year with Robby in another locker room I'm more inclined to walk around smoking until the last minute then rush in and change for work. We wear company provided T-shirts and baseball caps which is all the changingI usually do although I do keep emergency spare clothing items in my locker. The hats and T-shirt have the company logo on them. Mr. Dickers was going to put in new locker facilities with showers but changed his mind expecting an economic downturn. I'd just lit another cigarette and was leaning up against the railing of the steps to the side door when out of the corner of my eye I spotted something disturbing. I thought I saw someone I shouldn't have seen... Joel McCarty. Joel harassed me last year something terrible and was threatening to make me spend a weekend at his place so he could train me whatever the hell that meant. It didn't seem like something good, I'll tell you that. Hey, Joel's another one I can add to my list of guys who were suspicious of my sexuality. Why is that? His innuendoes inferred that I was gay and needed to be disciplined to be his boy which would be scary enough if it were Willie doing the disciplining. The idea that Joel McCarty, that psycho, wanted to do it... well, no thank you very much. It was all coming to a head when I told Robby about it. He saved me but what a risk he took, oh my God! We don't discuss it at all but Robby purposely sabotaged Joel's ride-on mower and it almost killed Joel. The mower blade severed a blood vessel in his ankle; something was severed that's for sure 'cause I never saw so much blood. Anyway, Robby's act went undetected but it was a nerve racking time, that's for sure. And now I see Joel here? Nah, maybe it wasn't even him.

I gotta admit my heart was pumping a little extra hard, that guy scares the shit out of me. But still, I am curious, so I walked over to the corner of the building and peeked around and there he was leaning up against the wall six inches from the corner. Fuck! He snapped his head around, blew an exhale of Lucky Strike unfiltered cigarette smoke in my face and snarled in his gravelly voice, "What the fuck? You gonna start this shit up with me again? Huh? Are you?" and he grabbed my upper arm and shook me like a rag doll. He was ripped, muscle wise, the last time I saw him. Now he's more than ripped. He'd built his upper body to grotesque proportions. His biceps stretched the sleeve of his white shirt to the maximum, same for his chest... the buttons were just barely holding. And what's he doing wearing a white dress shirt in the first place? He must be applying for a job 'cause no one dresses up for work here. He shook me again and I go, "Stop that, please. I thought I saw you and just wanted to see how you're doing. After the thing, ya know, the accident thing." He let me loose, his face was dark red and I thought for the hundredth time since I first met him, "This guy's crazy!" He was breathing hard; obviously he has an anger management problem that hasn't been addressed. He stared at me so hard it was spellbinding, I was the deer caught in the headlights. Why can't I just say, "Sorry I bothered you," and leave? Joel took a big drag off his smoke, mine was smoldering between my fingers at my side, forgotten. When he exhaled, he stuck his jaw out and let the smoke out in a cloud. Weird, but it fit him perfectly.

Dropping his cigarette now and stepping on it, I started to say something about I needed to get someplace when he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me to him. My heart was hammering now. He had me up against his body just looking at my face with his head cocked to the side. His nicotine breath was hot and moist on my face but there was also a sour odor to him in a general sense that was overwhelming. It wasn't so much body odor but rather, an unpleasant sick, stale smell. Joel's taller and much stronger than me, a high school drop out who worked for the Dickers Company a couple of years before I came on board, and both his physical presence and his deranged attitude petrified me. The Dickers think he's an eccentric, but good worker while I'm quite sure he's a maniac. He's apparently known for doing favors for any number of employees. All kinds of neighborly stuff which is great for those people maybe, but he isn't fixated on those people, he's fixated on me. Robby said Joel tried the same shit on him, to a lesser degree, but Robby being the boss' son scared Joel off after a bit. Not so with me. Still holding me by the back of my neck with one of his huge hands, feeling like one big callus, he used his other hand to totally muss up my cool spiked hairdo. "Joel, don't. Please." I whined. Just his presence has always turned me into a pussy somehow. He must have read my mind because he says, "Don't be such a pussy. This is an absurd hair style and I don't like it on you. You'll get my Marine special haircut during that training you want and need." Now I was pissed, I said, "Please don't start that shit with me again or I'll call the police." I felt stupid after I said it and he actually laughed a phony laugh, and then said, "Call the police? I was thinking of doing that myself. Ask them to explain to me what happened to my mower. I've had nine months to think about this and it wasn't no accident. Was it, pussy?" and he shook me again. My teeth rattled and I was back to whining again, "What, huh? Please, Joel. That hurts. I'm sorry you had an accident." He took in a lot of air through his nose and I could tell he was trying to calm himself down when he let go of me and looked away. I mean, after all, if he is trying to get a job here killing me probably would look bad on his resume... if he even has one.

I stood there a second then backed up a step, wanting to go but afraid to for some reason. He was inferring I knew something about his accident, and I did but how could he possibly know? There's no way I'm going to allow Robby to get in trouble, not if I can do anything to prevent it. I timidly say, "Did ya just come by to say hello to everyone? We've been working for almost three weeks already and it's..." "Shut the fuck up!" he cut me off with that cheerful comment. Now I was going to leave, I nodded my head at him and turned to go only to have him say, "Where do you think you're going? We need to talk, and we need to finish old business, and we need to do it whether or not I get rehired." My worse fear was confirmed. I stupidly say, "Rehired?" and my voice cracked when I said it. He mocked my voice cracking by making his voice crack when he repeated what I said, "Rehired?"He's such a mean prick! He goes, "My fucking workman's comp ran out and now my unemployment insurance has run out so I'm interviewing for a job here. You got a problem with that?" I go, "Um, ah, no, of course not." Then I whine, "In the lawn cutting division?" He pinches quite a bit of hair at the front of my head between his thumb and index finger and jerks my head down as he pulls up his pant leg. A hideous, wide, jagged white scar wraps halfway around his ankle, it was sunken somehow. He snarled, "After my so-called accident, I lost muscle and tendons, along with some bone that didn't regenerate, ya know? Painful as hell to this very day if it rains or if I need to walk more than a couple of blocks." More pulls on my hair, my head held down facing that hideous scar. "So, no, I'm not interviewing for a job in the lawn cutting division, you little faggot! I'm trying to get a job in the office; all I'm able to do now is cunt's work. And, do ya know why?" My head ached where he was pulling my hair and I closed my eyes so I didn't have to look at that ugly ankle injury. I felt sick to my stomach. He repeated himself, "Do ya know why, faggot?" I mumble, "Um, your ankle accident?" He pulls my head left and right grunting, "It weren't no fucking accident ya dink! And I think you know something about it. Do ya?" I was scared, irrationally frightened actually, but it made me very defensive where I should have had rage. This is the most unacceptable behavior imaginable and I should be pissed except I knew that Robby had purposely fucked up Joel's mower and I let that thought block rational thinking. I said nothing, just concentrated on how much pain he was causing by pulling my hair.

Joel did that thing again where he takes in all the air available through his nose as he tries calming himself down. Maybe he has attempted an anger management course or two... yeah, right. He did let go of my hair then although a dozen hairs that he'd pulled out of my scalp clung to his fingers momentarily and then floated away in the small breeze of morning. I felt my head where he'd been pulling my hair, all I could envision was a bald spot where those hairs used to be. He did the deep inhale thing twice then said, "Run along, twerp. It was a nice reunion, wasn't it?" The aggression was out of his voice some so I said, "Good luck on your interview." He didn't look up, just lit another unfiltered Lucky Strike and looked away. Assuming I'm dismissed, I slink away hating on myself for being such a wuss. Then, when I'm around the front of the building, totally clear of Joel, my anger kicks in and I'm boiling mad at the things he did to me. Pissed beyond belief, but here comes reality again to fuck with my head. Sure, I'm mad at that treatment, but Robby did sabotage Joel's mower causing him a lot of physical damage. He can't do manual labor on that ankle and he's a high school drop out. Who's going to give him an office job as a high school drop-out? And another thing, why did I assume he was out of my life forever just because he had an accident? Fuck! Then I remembered that I wasn't expecting to be working here again this summer. Robby talked me into it so I quit my Stop and Shop job. Damn, I'd been in such a good mood this morning and now I've got to decide how to handle this nightmare. That Asian kid on the bus was a bad omen! But let me think straight here for a minute. First off, I'm praying that freakazoid doesn't get a job here. Secondly, if the Dickers take pity on him, which they will, and give him a job how much shit should I take from him to keep his mind off who might have fucked with his mower. Thirdly, what should my approach to Robby be? I can't run to him and tell on Joel or God only knows what Robby will do this time. This really, really, really sucks! Casually checking my wristwatch and, holy shit, look at the time! I'm late.

I run inside and change as fast as I can but by the time I'm outside my boss, Robby, has already handed out assignments. He looks over to me and says, "Okay, Dylan, drop and give us twenty." It's a rule that if we're late we gotta do twenty pushups in the parking lot. It's not that hard to do, but all the guys from the other crews mock the pushup guy by counting out the wrong counts. I was on my tenth pushup and the group was only on the number six so I ended up doing thirty-some instead of twenty. It was getting hard to push up by the time I was done when the group had called out together, "...and, twenty!"It's also a little bit humiliating and I hated disappointing Robby who had made a face at me and turned away while the pushups were going on. He's a supervisor and he leaves the discipline to us laborers, we're harder on each other than the supervisors are. When I was getting up, sweaty already, dirty hands from the blacktop, I looked over and saw a smirking Joel at the doorway. A second later Mr. Dickers was there shaking Joel's hand. He's gonna get the job alright. The day started off perfectly and went down hill quickly from there. I also got a demerit from Robby after lunch for daydreaming about the Joel situation. Robby reprimanded me in front of our crew saying the work I slacked off on had to be done by the other guys.

What could I do? I hung my head and apologized to my fellow team members. I'd let Robby down twice today and at the end of the day he pulled me aside and said, "I don't know what's bothering you, but if I can help you with it just let me know. If I can't help, find someone who can because I've got a responsibility to my folks to run a good crew. The other supervisors are experienced but this is my first attempt to be a leader and I want to set an example. I want my crew to be the best of all the crews. My dad saw the pushups this morning and he heard from another source that you fucked up in the field today too. He'd never fire you for that, but he just suggested to me a minute ago that maybe you'd be better off on another crew. I talked him out of it, but shape up, Dylan. No more days like today. Do you understand?" I was going to nod my head that I did, but remembered in the nick of time to be verbal. I looked Robby in the eye and said, "Yes, Robby, I understand. I'm sorry and it won't happen again." He said, "Good. I'll see you tomorrow." which wasn't too bad, although there wasn't any warmth in his voice. I know his dad didn't think it was a good idea that I be in Robby's crew in the first place; it was Robby's and my idea. Now I've made Robby look bad. It's that fuck-head Joel's fault mostly, but I don't want to get into that with Robby. I need to keep those two totally separated if possible. No way do I want Joel getting an inkling that Robby and I are still as tight as we were last summer. At least Joel didn't bring up Robby's name, that's a good sign.

Friday morning I made sure I was the first one dressed and at our crew's spot in the parking lot. Everyone gave me a good natured high five or fist pump when they saw me there early. They respect that I acknowledged my error and corrected it. Robby's a good leader, he has his crew taking pride in our unit, we pull for each other but insist everyone do their fair share of the workload. As for how Robby responded to me this morning, he acted as if Thursday never happened. Work went fine and then Robby and I went to the movies, as usual, Friday night. We didn't go alone, there were maybe twenty kids we knew milling around laughing and talking; Chubby and Mary Jo included. Then the weekend was cool except Robby and I were never able to find the right opportunity to get into any serious sexy play. We snuck in some making out and groping, but that's about it. As a matter of fact we almost got caught making out in Robby's pickup before the movie. Wayne Price, that dickhead who was the forth in our room in New York , clipped the pickup's bumper when he was parking his shit-box Ford. I was straddling Robby's lap making out like a nut when we felt the pickup move and I barely had time to button my pants and get over in the passenger seat before Wayne was tapping on the window. Robby rolled it down and Wayne says something about Robby parking over the line which is why Wayne accidentally tapped his bumper. We got out to look but could find no damage. We had to walk across the parking lot to the theater listening to Wayne brag about all the colleges he's gotten accepted to.

Then Monday after work Robby intercepts me as I'm on my way to the bus stop. He nodded his head that I should come over to him and when I do he leans his head close to mine and says, "Anyone at your house right now?" I go, "No Robby, Chubby won't be home for over an hour and a half." He goes, "Dodger's got a dentist appointment and I'll need to pick him up in an hour or so. But, in the meantime, how 'bout you and me do the nasty real quick in your bedroom." I'm like "YAHOO!!" inside, but try to be cool outside, so I say, "Who's gonna fuck who?" and Robby smirks and says, "Who do ya think?" and I'm getting all squirmy then. I say, "Let's go!" and I wasn't too cool about it either, Robby knows I love when he fucks me. It'll have to be fast though `cause with driving time and all....

to be continued...

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com