Dylans Summer Vacation

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION

Chapter 2 - July '09 by Donny Mumford

Good news, I've had no sightings of madman Joel since last Thursday. That would be encouraging except Mr. Dickers was shaking Joel's hand the last time I saw him so probably he got hired. Whatever, I'm not about to bring it up to Robby. Anyway, Monday's been a nice start to the week and to make it even nicer Robby's just told me some great news. He can get away by himself for an hour right after work. His brother Dodger will be at the dentist and my Mom and Chubby will definitely be at work so we'll be able to sneak in a little quickie sex at my condo. Of course a long leisurely time in the sack would be better but lately we're happy for anything we can get. This summer we've been having a difficult time sneaking away by ourselves. There are a number of reasons for that: we both work for one, Dodger's been hooking up with us on a regular basis, Chubby's comings and goings with his new job and his girlfriend is a concern, and on the weekends Mom is in and out unpredictably. Of course, Chubby already knows about Robby and me being boyfriends and all, but we both feel way too uncomfortable doing sex together with Chubby in the house. Robby's house is always problematic because there's just too much activity with the in-ground pool. His relatives and neighbors always seem to be milling around. Then, when we do get a chance to go to the movies by ourselves or just go for a ride in Robby's pickup alone, there's still the problem of where to safely park for some hanky-panky, ya know? Hell, last Friday that dork Wayne Price almost caught us making out in the pickup behind the movie theater. So, we're excited about this hour together.

Leaving work we're both in a little bit of a dither too, bumping into each other trying to get out the front door at the same time and just generally acted goofy like a Three Stooges routine or something. It's because we are excited, and horny too; we can't wait to screw around together. At the pickup Robby tries to unlock the driver's side door too quickly and drops his keys which bounce under the pickup. He needs to get on his hands and knees and of course it's right where some asshole spit out chewing gum. The sun melted the gum and when Robby kneels in the goo it embeds in the material of his sweat pants; it'll be a bitch getting out. "Dammit!" Robby yells, grabbing the keys and pulling his hand up too quickly, cutting it on something under the door frame. "God dammit to hell!" Robby's looking at me for help. I hustle around the truck to his side and exam the cut on the back of his hand, then take hold of it and rub the oozing blood on my T-shirt, saying, "It's only a scratch, Robby." Noticing a familiar smell then and looking down at the chewing gum on his sweats, I say, "Hey, is that ORBIT Cinnamint" gum I'm smelling, and isn't that what you always chew?" Robby looked startled, then smacks his forehead laughing, "Oh man! I spit that gum out this morning when I parked the pickup. It's my own gum!" I go, "Duh!" Robby rolls his eyes shaking his head like "Ain't I dumb!" Then putting this behind him, he leans close to me and says, "Never mind the gum, I feel like licking your face right here and I'd do it in a second except there are too many prying eyes around us. Let's get to your condo." I'm like, "Go ahead, lick my face... forget the prying eyes!" His cute face is beaming as he pretends he's going to do it, but instead he says, "Dylan, you're the sexiest thing alive!" I took in a big breath, feeling awful good about that, then said, "Next to you, maybe."

A really sincere couple of moments followed where we were just staring at each other barely nodding our head, a grin on our faces. Then, changing to a bossier tone, Robby says, "Enough of this, let's get moving, we already wasted five minutes!" As if it's my fault he dropped his keys. That special moment didn't last long. I run around to get in the passenger side as Robby's firing up his pickup. As soon as I've got my seatbelt fastened he pulls away from the parking spot with his back tires squealing. He's shortly back in a good mood though, a self-deprecating laugh at the irony of him kneeling in his own discarded chewing gum. We had our good moods back so I reached over to squeeze Robby's arm for a second, just to touch him. The pickup's windows were down because we're smoking while talking. Mostly we talked excitedly about our upcoming sex together and about how much we like doing it with each other. With cigarette smoke drifting from his mouth, then out the window, Robby's saying, "I'm super horny to fuck you Dylan so prepare yourself mentally for the fuck of your life." I'm gulping and poking my crotch when he looks over and adds, "Maybe I'll spank your ass while I'm at it too. Have you been a bad boy?" I go, "Oh yeah, show me no fucking mercy!" We got silly, saying stuff like that. Maybe it's silly to talk dirty, but I did get a nice stiffy while doing it.

Robby pulls up and parks at the curb down below my condo behind a car that looks familiar, but it couldn't be his car 'cause why would he be here? Robby and I get out of the pickup and a guy gets out of the car in front of us. Sure enough, it's Jake Rollins. No problem though, I've been getting along with him fine since our heart to heart talk, and the subsequent major favor he did for me. We're even-Stephen for that time he forced himself on me. I say forced 'cause I don't like to use that other word; it's too disturbing. Jake's lost a little weight, he's got himself a recent cool short haircut too, and he's looking slim, tight, and youthful. Frankly, he appears to be closer to my age than my Mom's, actually he's exactly half way in between the two of us. It's not something I want to make too big a point of, but Jake's kinda hot looking. That cool looking light red hair of his and his clear pale complexion and blue eyes combine with really nice facial features to create a very nice looking guy. I say, "Jake, you waiting for me?" Jake wasn't even looking at me though, he's standing there on the sidewalk staring at Robby, staring at him the way I do sometimes with his mouth slightly open and a look in his eyes like, "Holy Shit!! Can this be for real?" That's the kind of thing that happens around the Dickers boys when someone meets them for the first time, especially someone who's partial to boys. Robby and Dodger are so striking looking it's hard to believe your own eyes. The only trouble with that is, Jake's seen Robby before. Hell, he went on our campus visits with us. On the other hand I don't recall much interaction between the two. We took separate cars and even ate at separate tables on that trip. Anyway, I say again, "Jake, whassup?" He looks over at me then and goes, "Oh yeah, I need to talk to you about something." I look at him nodding my head, confused as to why he stopped talking. Then he adds, "In private, if ya don't mind." Looking over at Robby again, Jake says, "No offense intended." Robby goes, "None taken." I hand Robby the key to my condo and say, "Let yourself in, I'll be along shortly."

As Robby's going up the steps Jake walks up close to me and says, "Jesus, sport! How many boyfriends do you have? That kid is gorgeous!" There's a strong smell of liquor on his breath so that's probably why he didn't remember Robby. I do a fake cough and kinda hold my hand against the front of my nose saying, "He's just some kid I know, you've seen him before. What do you want to tell me?" He rubs his face with both hands like he's washing it, then puts an arm around my shoulder and squeezes me against his side saying, "It's kinda awkward, but we're friends now, right?" I go, "No, not really, Jake!" He does a funny face, like "Aww, come on now!" I say, "At best we're more like neutral acquaintances. You did a criminal act on my ass, then apologized, then did me a big favor to make up for the criminal act. In other words, we're even... sorta. But we're definitely not friends!" Letting go of my shoulders he backs off and mumbles, "I almost forgot what a prick you can be." Same old Jake. He looks up at the condo, adding, "And, that boy isn't," Jake put up his quotation fingers, before sarcastically finishing with, "some kid you know." My face gets red, why do I blush so much? He cups the back of my neck and pulls me towards him again, he's wicked strong. His liquor-breath is moist and disgusting in my face when he says, "He's another gay boy you're fucking. What happened to the other one anyway?" I go, "Jake, please don't touch me, and my personal life is none of your business. What is it you want?" He let go of my neck and sucks on his sexy lips before chuckling; then, in a sinisterly low voice, he says, "Well, this sure as hell isn't the reason I'm here, but I gotta ask you anyway. Ah, I don't guess you'd ever consider a roll in the hay with me, would ya?" I grunt out, "No! I most certainly would not!" He stares at me hard and I stare back.

Interrupting the staring, Jake fumbles out a pack of cigarettes, drops them; yells, "Fuck!" then picks them up. He gets a cigarette out and lights it. I'm still staring at him, waiting for him to explain himself. Exhaling a long tube of smoke, he rubs his nose, stalling, and finally says, "Okay, here it is. Kind of embarrassing to ask you now because you're pissed off at me again, but I'll ask anyway. I'd like to know if your Mom has said anything about me lately, anything at all. She's seemed cool towards me this whole week and when I ask her what's wrong she says 'nothing's wrong,' but that can't be right. I really care about her and I'm a little worried! That's about it, really. So, ya know, I thought you and me were good, and all that, but I guess I was wrong. Still, I'd like to know if you're aware of any reason she'd be upset?" He seemed sincerely concerned; he really does have a thing for my Mom which means he can't be all bad, I guess. She likes him because he's younger than she is, makes a good living, and, as she told me, "He's the cutest guy I've ever gone out with... except for your daddy, Dylan. No one's cuter than him. Well, except for you, sweetheart!" I always put an annoyed expression on my face when she talks like that, but I like hearing about my dad being cute... and that my Mom thinks I am too. My dad was younger than I am now when he, ah... when he and my Mom made me.

When Jake drinks too much he sometimes seems more interested in me than my Mom, but most of the time he doesn't drink too much so I'll take him at his word about why he's here. Actually I'm kind of impressed he cares enough about Mom to bare his soul to me like this 'cause I can certainly see why he'd feel embarrassed about it. Here's another thing, maybe he drank too much in order to work up the courage to ask me about this. That could be; I can see that happening. I say, "Sorry Jake, but Mom hasn't mentioned you to me lately." He seemed a little lost then, looking at the ground and shuffling his feet. I almost felt sorry for him, and I'm probably a sucker for feeling that way. Sucker or not, I do feel kinda bad for him, so I add, "I'll ask her casually what's up with you and see what her reaction is. Okay?" Initially his expression brightened considerably and then quickly turned into more a look of concern, "Thanks, but... ah, you weren't gonna tell her we had this discussion, were you? It's a guy thing, between you and me, ya know?" I go, "Okay, no... I won't mention I saw you, Jake." He's nodding, but still looking concerned, so I say, "Let's see what she says before you worry too much. Maybe it's nothing, or it's her... you know, her time of the month or something." I felt weird talking like this about my Mom so I kinda looked away when I said it. He looks down too, then up, saying, "Yeah, okay. Look, that remark I made about you being a prick... I'm, ah... you know, I'm sorry I said that. You're not a prick; you're a really good kid, Dylan. Your Mom's proud of you and she should be too. I'll call you in a few days to hear what your Mom says. Okay?" I nod my head and mumble, "Sure." I wanted to mention something about his drinking, but didn't.

Jake's car pulls away as I'm running up the steps, two at a time, thinking, "There goes another ten minutes!"Right in front of my condo door my cell phone rings. I smile thinking it's Robby busting my balls about taking so long, but the caller ID reads Elliot Ellis. Shaking my head I punch the talk button and say, "Yo Elliot, whassup?" He's still shy at times, he goes, "Um, oh, Dylan?" It's like I called him. I say, "Yeah, this is me. Whassup, dude?" He's like, "Um, ah... how ya doing?" Elliot talks either too fast or too slow, today it's slow. I really like the kid but I want to get to Robby so, trying not to sound annoyed, I say, "Elliot, buddy. I'm fine, but I'm in kind of a hurry, ya know?" He says nothing, I can hear him breathing. Maybe I've hurt his feelings. "Elliot, I'm sorry if I sounded abrupt. How are you and Jay doing? Bet you guys are rocking the summer away." I hear a sob now and then Elliot, in an emotional voice says, "That's why I called, Dylan. I feel safe talking to you about stuff, you know, about Jay and me and...." He stopped then so I make myself sound calm, like I got all day, when I say, "Sure, anytime. Ah, what is it exactly?" He sneezes and goes, "Um... ah, how's your summer going, Dylan?" I'm trying to look through the window of the condo to get Robby's attention because the front door is locked. It locked automatically when Robby let himself in so I knock a few times; no response. "My summer's real good, Elliot. What's up with you and Jay?" Another sneeze, "It's my allergies, sorry Dylan. Ah, it's just that I think Jay's gonna drop me." His voice caught when he said the words "drop me." I'm rolling my eyes now.

Taking a deep breath, I pull out a cigarette, resigned that this is going to take a few minutes. Sitting down on my front step, I think, "Oh, fuck!" but say, "Oh no, that can't be right! Jay's crazy about you. Why do ya think he wants to drop you?" I'm flicking my Bic, lighting my Marlboro Light, still rolling my eyes. Elliot takes forever to tell me about a spat he and Jay had two nights ago regarding Elliot wanting to, as he put it, "do the topping thing, you know what I mean, right, Dylan?" I said, "Yep, you mean you want to fuck Jay." Now Elliot begins a coughing fit, the word "fuck" must have thrown him off. He loves to do it; he just doesn't like to say it. Eventually, in agonizing details, Elliot explains the disagreement which sounded amicable enough to me except Jay hasn't called Elliot in two days and when Elliot calls him and leaves a message there's no return phone call etc. etc.. etc.. By the time I finished my cigarette Elliot's remembered something important: Jay mentioned about needing to go with his mother on a trip to New York City and that he'd be back late Monday afternoon. I was just about to remind him that it's late Monday afternoon right now, when Elliot gets a beep on his cell indicating another call's coming through. He puts me on hold. I'm looking at the window next to my front door again and this time Robby's peering out; he's cupping his hands on either side of his eyes averting the glare of the sun, undoubtedly wondering where I am. I wave at him, and finally he looks down and sees me sitting there, then pulls away from the window. As the front door opens Elliot's back on the line, "Oh my God, Dylan... that was Jay. He forgot his cell phone on his New York trip so he didn't get any of my calls. He's coming over right now 'cause he misses me so much. I knew I could count on you to make it right!" I'm frowning, saying, "I didn't do any..." but Elliot cuts me off excitedly saying, "Thank you, Dylan. I gotta take a quick shower. You're the best bud!" He had no trouble speeding things up when he needed to.

I'm looking over my head at Robby, thinking, "Elliot's just being Elliot!" as the line clicks off. Robby yells at me, "Dylan! Come on, we only got twenty minutes left! I gotta pick up Dodger pretty soon. Get a move on!" He's frustrated now and so am I, but what the hell could I do? I'm not gonna blow off Elliot, he's too sensitive; it would put him into shock or something. Robby's used to bossing me around all day at work and recently that's definitely been spilling over to after work hours too, so I snap back at him, "Robby, don't yell at me like that. We're not on the job ya know." He goes, "Duh! We're not?" and then he adopts a more playful attitude grabbing the front of my T-shirt and helping me up roughly, saying, "I'll yell at you any time I want, you're my goddamn boyfriend. Get in here; I need to fuck that cute ass of yours." His lips brush against mine quickly, and I relent, "Oh, okay, that's a little better!" as we hustle inside. Robby goes, "What did Mr. Rollins want, and who was on the cell just now?" I'm like, "I'll tell ya later," although I have no intention of telling him the truth about Jake. Elliot's call will be good for a chuckle of course. It's impossible not to like Elliot, but at times he can be quite a trip! We walk quickly through the kitchen and down the short hall into my bedroom, locking the door behind us. I'm positive my Mom and Chubby are working, but ya can't be too careful.

Almost the instant the lock on the door clicks Robby's got his arms around my neck pulling me to him, my back against his chest, the sides of our heads together. He rubs his nose back and forth in the short hair above my ear, and mumbles, "Hmmm, you smell so good, Dylan." I say, "Robby, I've been working outdoors in the hot sun under the watchful eye of a stern boss all day, how in the world could I smell good?" He's like, "I don't know, but you do." His hand is down rubbing my left nipple as he sucks a spot on my neck for a minute or so. Then, "Hey, you taste good too. I'm gonna give you a hickey." He licks a couple of spots on my neck and then picks his favorite one, saying, "I do this better than your other boyfriend ever did it, my hickeys are always bigger and shinier than his." He went back to sucking and licking the same spot on my neck, it was already beginning to sting as my dick firmed up. Robby sucking a hickey on my neck seems to me to be a very dominant move and therefore a major turn-on for me. I mutter, "Willie never gave me a hickey before he did, you know... before he did me. It was always after." Robby mumbled something while licking away, I couldn't make it out but I got the distinct impression he didn't care when Willie did it.

It used to be that Robby more or less played at being dominant because he'd discovered I liked it that way, but now he's not playing, he really is dominant. It's become a natural persona for him, one he's exhibited on the baseball diamond all through high school. He's a natural athlete and extremely confident in his skills as a baseball player so that led to his leadership role as co-captain of the team, which his teammates recognized and respected, and that enabled the in-charge attitude to just keep building and building in Robby. Now he's confident of his ability to totally satisfy both his and my sexual appetites as well, and consequentially he's also taken his leadership role in that regard quite seriously... me too! That doesn't mean Robby's always the top though; he usually is, but not always. I get a turn occasionally too. It's just that Robby decides when it's my turn, which further turns me on. Over the last year or so we've evolved into just about a perfect fit for each other.

Standing behind me Robby has a hand under my chin holding my head in position; his other hand is around in front of me rubbing my left nipple through my T-shirt, that nipple is already as hard as an eraser at the end of a pencil. When he left my nipple to rub down lower on my belly the nipple visibly poked out my T-shirt like a tiny tit. Robby finally took a break from the hickey building, which was welcome relief for me. Relief yes, although I wouldn't even consider complaining or pulling away from him. I actually like him giving me hickeys, even the ones that sting like a bumblebee; hickeys are sexy. I guess it was Willie who first taught me to appreciate the sexiness of hickeys and now I consider a hickey my medal of honor, in this case testifying to how much Robby loves me. That's what I tell myself anyway. When Robby started doing hickeys on me it was because he wanted to out do Willie, they're very competitive. Of course I've already assured Robby it's him I love, but he still does the hickeys even though he's already won. Apparently Robby, like Willie, just wants my neck to wear his hickey. I'm good with that although most of the time it is hidden under a Band-Aid, just like Willie's hickeys usually were.

Robby abruptly let go of my chin and used both hands unbuckling my jeans, then pulling them halfway down my thighs, my underpants came down right after that and my dick immediately felt the cooler air of the room's air conditioning. "Let's get you situated properly, Dylan. Remember, no touching yourself. We agreed to that last time. Okay?" I nod and say, "Yeah, I remember I'm not to touch my dick, but could you stoke it for me a few times? Oh man, it really needs a few strokes." Robby mumbles, "Okay, but this time only." Reaching down he's fondling my cock and balls casually for a few seconds; then, as he's fisting my cock into a semi-hardon, he says, "I like how long your dick is, but it's scratchy down there, Dylan. Do ya want me to shave around there for you?" I go, "Oh, that would be so sexy Robby, but do we have enough time?" He groans and says, "No, we don't have enough time today. Dammit! What am I thinking?" It never used to be scratchy down there, not when Chubby and I were doing each other's pubes. We haven't shaved each other since he started going out with Mary Jo though. I've been doing it myself and I get lax about keeping up with it occasionally. Robby stopped stroking my cock and gave a gentle squeeze on my nuts; I squirmed knowing what comes next. A harder squeeze makes me grunt, and then say, trying not to yell, "Robby, goddammit, I asked you not to do that, please!" He squeezed even harder saying, "Your boyfriend Billy used to do this to you, you told me so yourself, so why shouldn't I?" I go, "Owww, it hurts! Yeah, he used to do it and I didn't like it then either, now stop it! Plus, his name's not Billy, itsWillie, and you know that very well." One more half hearted squeeze to prove he's in charge, Robby's mumbling, "Billy, Willie, what's the dif?" and then he let's loose of my cock and balls without further comment. We're both quiet for a bit so he leaned in and kisses my cheek to show that we're good.

For my money I like mostly just the pleasure parts of sex, although come to think of it, I can remember Willie combining some pain and pleasure that was hotter than hell, but that's Willie. He knows what he's doing. Robby and I don't have the experience yet to pull that off. Robby massages my bare ass then, and says real low, "The greatest ass in Framingham, Mass. " His finger travels up my crack and pushes on my hole with Robby's lips touching my ear saying, "Are you ready for me to stick it up here?" It struck me as being so sexy and I grunted nodding my head, when I tried to say "yes"it came out as a squeak. By now I'm hardly supporting myself, mostly I'm leaning back against Robby, his body is so tight... slim, but oh so tight. He's squeezing both my buttocks doing little licks at the side of my neck near the hickey he's working on. Then he stops that to get his cock out. "Stand up on your own a second, Dylan, I gotta undo my pants." I lean away from him as he pulls his sweat pants and jockey shorts down under his balls. I look over my shoulder to see Robby stroking his short cock a half dozen times. Reaching back I grab his wrist and pull his hand around me so I can smell his palm; it smells like his cock so I lick it. Robby chuckles, then wraps his arms around me again and gently pulls me back against his hot body and I feel his smooth crotch against my buttocks, his semi firm cock slides lengthwise in my crack. Muttering, "You love my cock, don't ya, Dylan?" he humps it against my buttocks. I'm biting my bottom lip nodding my head up and down, then mumble, "Uh huh." Robby reaches down and squeezes my balls again real hard as I suck in a lot of air, but don't complain this time. He kisses the side of my face, saying, "That's better," and goes back to cupping my chin and rubbing under my T-shirt near my belly button while making wet mouth sounds sucking on that hickey. He had his last word on the ball crunching basically reminding me what's what. My dick had firmed up as a result of that. I close my eyes and grit my teeth waiting for him to finish with the hickey, which happened quicker than I expected. His cock was quite firm now too, not hard enough to fuck me with, but its stubby heft felt nice against my ass.

Robby's like a little kid sometimes, he excitedly exclaims, "That hickey looks awesome!" He's all proud of himself. I felt the bump with my finger and it was big for a hickey alright. Then Robby's back to bossy, "Okay, c'mere now, Dylan. Suck my dick, get it dripping wet." He's strong and easily bent me over at the waist with his two hands on my head twirling me around to face him, my head level with his cock. I opened up and guided his cock inside my mouth with my fingers. Closing my lips on the shaft, keeping my teeth clear, I suck and lick the fat head of his cock like a boy on a mission. I like sucking cock; Willie's long thin one just as much as Robby's short stubby one, and a couple of others along the way too. Cock tastes good! "Get my balls now, Dylan... Okay? Suck those big boys inside your mouth." As I sucked him off Robby's rubbing my body and head, running his fingers through my hair. It feels nice to have his hands on me like that. When he ordered me to start licking his balls he sounded the way he sounds on the baseball diamond giving orders to his teammates. There's assumed authority behind his request, a request which is actually an order, but said in an acceptably nice way. The times I've sat in the stands and watched him play baseball I always got a squirmy feeling in my pants just from looking at him in his uniform, it fit his so perfectly with his hat pulled down low on his forehead, a frown of concentration on his cute face; his hot body turning me on like nothing else. Then something just as good: Listening to him boss his teammates around in that authoritative manner, but in a nice too, like he's saying, "We're working together here boys, ya know, but let's do this my way." Now he's bossing me around in that same manner while we're working together having some sex and I can't tell you what a thrill it is. Robby's authoritative boyish voice gives me shivers all around my groin and a weird sexy feeling deep in my gut.

When I pulled my mouth off his cock that hard penis of his was sticking straight out from his shaved belly. It's not all that difficult to get a short cock to poke straight out where as longer cocks need to be extremely tight to do it. Mine gets that tight often, and I've got a good six inches going for me. Of course, I may be more susceptible to sexual stimulations than the average guy. I also should add that I have a very hot cock too. What the hell, I can brag about it because I had very little to do with it. As soon as he told me to suck his balls I got right to work licking his scrotum; his hard cock, dripping with my saliva, got pushed upward between my face and his belly. It moved back and forth across my nose and the lower half of my forehead as I adjusted my head getting in the best positions to lick and suck those big nuts of his. Robby's scrotum has some short, sparse, pale blond hairs here and there, but other than that it's a silky smooth pink sack. Today it's also a bit sweaty from being enclosed in jockey shorts all day while Robby worked in the sun. I liked the salty taste just fine; it went great with Robby's natural yummy taste. After getting his nuts slippery with spit I took his big, lower hanging nut into my mouth, then used my fingers to stuff the smaller nut in there too. It's a mouthful making it difficult to move my tongue for licking purposes. Humming on his nuts creates a vibration for him which he seems to enjoy quite a bit. In short order Robby begins humping his hips which moves his wet boner around on my face even more; it also signifies to me he's just about ready to do some fucking. Abruptly pushing my head away, pulling me off his nuts, Robby turns me so I'm facing away from him, and he says, "Grab your bedpost, Dylan." His breathing sounded wheezy when he adds, "Oh God! You turn me on so! You're so sexy to me it's sick!" That made me feel good.

Taking hold of the waist-high bedpost at the foot of my bed I look back at Robby. He definitely did appear to be quite excited, licking his lips staring at my ass while rubbing his cock across my buttocks. I'm guessing that my submissive posture is part of the turn on for him as well. He glanced up at me then and gave stern instructions, "Look straight ahead, Dylan. Back up toward me a step too, and keep your ass up!" I did all that in an exaggerated manner causing my back to have a sway to it with my ass poking up at him. He said, "Good!" I could feel Robby leaning his groin against my buttocks, then rubbing his cock on my ass cheeks again, how wonderful skin on skin can feel; particularly the skin of your dick on the skin of your fuck boy's smooth hairless ass. He moved his ever hardening cock up and down the crack between my ass cheeks and then poked it between my legs, "Close your legs, Dylan." When I did Robby began a little imitation fuck between my thighs as a warm up, the wetness from precum left a trail on the inside of both my legs. Then a long exhale from Robby as he's pulling his cock away to whack my ass with it a few times, leaving wetness here and there. Then, "Smack! smack! smack! smack!" goes his bare hand on my bare ass. He says, "That's for wasting our time together earlier!" He tried to sound stern, but I could hear the humor in his voice. Robby thinks it's sexy to spank me, but he thinks it's a little bit funny too. To a degree I like it when he spanks me, but not if he gets carried away, which he'll do occasionally. I yell at him when he spanks me too hard.

After the four smacks on my ass he uses his hands and pokes both index fingers inside my hole, which burns. I yell, "Sheeeeeeeit" as he stretches my anus sideways, then vertically. A finger goes inside to finger fuck me a few times while locating my prostate; when found, Robby massages that bump, getting me squirming and moving my hips in a circular fashion. Another "smack!" A stinging slap on my ass with Robby saying, "Keep your ass up and stop that moving around!" Oh my God, I get so aroused by his authoritative, dominant manner. It gets my cock stretching out on its own. Robby's finger starts up again massaging my prostate and my cock's getting as hard as it can get. It's parallel to my belly with the foreskin stretched totally off the head; it feels awesome when it's stretched out like that. Soon I get the feeling I'm going to cum and then two clear drops of liquid slip out of the pee slit, glisten there for a second before drooling down the shaft to pool on my scrotum. I stare at another drop peeking out, and then another after that. Groaning from the hot sensations at the head of my boner, I take a hand from the bedpost to stroke myself only to get another smack across my ass, "Don't touch yourself, Dylan. We agreed." Robby likes to fuck the cum out of me, and so did Willie now that I think about it. I said I'd go along with not touching my dick this time, but it's so tempting to stroke that sensitive boner of mine.

My hand's back on the bedpost, Robby took out his finger and slipped the first joint of his thumb inside my hole, took out his other finger and got his other thumb in stretching the opening to my hot tunnel sideways while scooting up behind me. God almighty, I wanted his cock inside me. I'm biting my lower lip to keep from moaning... very aroused now. Robby's going slow, building up the anticipation. He presses the head of his cock in between his thumbs then pulls his thumbs out allowing the lips of my anus to close snuggly around the entire head of his cock. It hurt with the thumbs in there, but feels wonderful now that it's just his cock. I sighed from the nice feel of his fat cock head inside my body, it felt so smooth and nice and hard and wet. Wet with precum and my spit from sucking that stubby cock earlier. Robby rubbed my back, murmuring, "Feel good, Dylan?" I nod and blow out some air. It's really special having another boy inside you. Robby leaned over my back wrapping his arms around my belly, hesitated a second, then pulled me slowly onto his cock. I'm going, "Ooooh..." with each half inch of boner that disappears up my ass. "Ooooh yeah, Robby..." so low I could barely hear myself say it. When his entire cock was in me, he tightened his hold around my waist and pulled me into him even tighter so that my bubble butt flattened slightly and the head of his cock went another half an inch further up my rectum. I go, "Aaaah, yeah! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, Robby!"

As usual, it's too tight at first, but my ass muscles are adjusting rather quickly of late. Robby grinds his hips in a circular motion, saying, "Ohhh, yeah, it feels so freakin' good!" Then he withdraws three inches of boner slowly, followed by a steady push right back in... it's already feeling freakin' good to me too. Again he pulls out three inches and pushes it back in, but faster this time. I reach down with one hand and begin stroking my cock and Robby snaps, "Dylan! Don't touch yourself!" It's like a habit. I jerk off regularly of course, but fucking is so much hotter than jerking off... it'stwo totally different experiences at climax. Still, it's like second nature to grab my dick and that's why I keep forgetting. I quickly put my hand back on the bedpost and pushed my ass up a little more. Robby does a few full strokes up my ass, his boner moving in and out very smoothly now. He pushes all the way up inside me one more time, leans over my back again to insure the docking stays tight, and then spanks the side of my ass with his open hand. Shortly, I cry out, "That's enough, Robby! Fuck! That stings!" He chuckles quietly, then coughs exaggeratedly, smacks my ass one more time, then stops. A few nice rubs on my spanked ass calms the stinging some. "Bad boys get spankings," he says, controlling his laughter. Robby sure has taken to this dominant stuff, it's like he was born for it. And I think it's a good thing, don't get me wrong.

With a firm grip on my hips Robby begins fucking my ass in earnest and this time it's a fast solid humping that has my cock quickly sticking up hard against my belly and me holding onto the bed post with both hands to keep from falling over. I'm grunting out "Ooh!" with each hump up my ass. More precum drools down the shaft of my cock, my ass is stinging a bit from the spanking, but feels absolutely fantastic inside my rectum. It's such a rush to be fucked up the ass. There's a very real submissive aspect to it obviously, but it's a sexy kind of submissive that's better than anything I've experienced. A real shared experience with a dominant sex partner, and when you love that sex partner it's that much better. Not even three minutes later I go, "Oh no, Robby! I think I'm cumming already." He immediately pulls his boner out of me and, grabbing me behind the neck, turns me around facing him. I know what he wants and open my mouth, in goes his sloppy cock. I suck it clean still bending over, holding onto his thighs now. Robby's making "Ahh!" sounds, one after another, as he rubs his fingers at my cheek, pressing against the impression made by his cock's head pushing at the inside of my mouth. He humps his hips, then cups behind my head to pull my forehead, then my nose, into his hairless belly which straightens out his boner and the head passes through my gag reflex area into my throat. More hip thrust, then he pulls his cock out of my mouth, twist me around again, and before I can even grab the bedpost he's got both hands on my hips plugging his rock hard four inches of fat cock back up my ass. It's dripping with spit and slides in easily. When Robby's cock gets this hard it's the full four inches.

A slower fuck follows, a dreamy almost surreally sexy fuck with me holding lazily onto the bedpost and pushing my ass back at Robby's thrusts. He pulls out after five minutes or so and breathlessly says, "Let's try a different position. Lay on your bed for a bit." I shuffle around and lay on my back, sideways across the mattress. Robby gets between my legs and my legs wrap around his waist.. He's got that slightly arrogant look about him again as he positions his boner, waits a second, then slides it back up inside me. We both did a quiet, "Ahhh... ah!" With his eyes closed now, he does a faster fuck leaning over me with his hands on either side of my chest and his face above mine. Then a hard hump, leaving his boner up tight, he leans down so our mouths can meet. We do a lot of tongue lapping, both our faces perspiring as we exchange sloppy wet kisses. Robby goes, "Mmmm, you taste good," and then he licks from my chin to my forehead three times. He said he wanted to lick my face and now he's done it; my face is wet with his clear, clean smelling saliva. I'm huffing and puffing trying to catch my breath when he gets both hands behind my neck and, as his cock pulls out of me he slides me off the bed in front of him. Squatting down, leaning back against the side of my bed, I take his dripping cock in my mouth again and suck it clean once more. Then, his hand under my chin exerts some upward pressure, I slowly stand up face to face with him. Robby looks like he's in a trance as he sticks his tongue into my mouth and we French kiss, and almost in slow motion he then turns me around so I'm facing away from the bed, my back against his chest, his arms around my belly in the same position we started our sexual play ten minutes ago. His cock goes back up my ass with a single hard hump and he rabbit fucks me for ninety seconds grunting and breathing hard; I feel his hot moist breath on the back of my neck. He's holding me tightly against him with his grip around my midsection, his hips flying back and forth, his hard cock a fast moving piston in and out of my rectum, the head expanding, his crotch slamming against my now sweaty buttocks, "splat, splat, splat, splat!" Climax came on me fast, I was a goner within fifteen seconds of the first warning sign. I did an embarrassing squeal and shot hard with my fist now in my mouth to keep from screaming. The sensations were awesome. My cum came out in tight, fast, five inch strings that landed on the throw rug next to my desk a few feet away. I'm seeing black dots floating in front of me, my entire body tingles, shivers, and shudders. Then Robby blows his load up my ass making noises in his throat like he's giving birth. He gets to humping me so wildly his cock pulls out and the head of it plunks four separate spots on my buttocks before finding my hole and plowing back up my ass.

We both had huge climaxes because they've been building in us for many days. I was grateful I didn't climax earlier, it wouldn't have been this intense if I had. Robby and me turn each other on so hotly I can't believe it's possible to ever find a better sex partner, as a lover or otherwise. Robby does it for me. The jerk offs we do to ourselves in between our sex together hardly registers. It's like we each have two cum banks, one to service routine jerking off and the other to accumulate cum until we fuck each other. My spunk certainly comes out differently when I'm fucked by Robby, and the sensations are totally hotter and longer lasting, no comparison to jerking off. Robby dragged me over to the side of my bed again and we collapsed on it with him hugging me around the waist. It took a few pokes of his cock, but he again found my hole and up went his cock, slowly plugging my hole tightly closed. "Oooh," he quietly says as I snuggled back into him making sure he's completely inside me. Then we rested, breathing deeply. What a wonderful feeling. I'd love to go to sleep in Robby's arms like this, that's the way Willie and I used to do it; and then, when we woke, Willie would fuck me again, slower the second time. I'd love to do that with Robby because our sex is hotter; it's the intensity of my climaxes with Robby that takes it up a notch from Willie, that's the most noticeable difference.

Unfortunately Robby only has a few minutes, so sleeping wasn't in the cards and neither was a long lazy second fuck. We rested a couple of minutes mumbling how much in love we are, Robby using embarrassing terms of endearment that somehow don't sound right to my ear just yet. Maybe they will in time, and don't get me wrong, it's nice that Robby uses them 'cause it's a wonderful thing to be loved! Not wanting him to get in trouble for being late, I finally say, "We better get up, Robby," and he goes, "Yeah, I know." Then, as we lay on our sides, he humps my ass for two minutes getting my dick hard as a flagpole before he pulls out with a sigh. Jeez, it was almost as if I was getting near another climax although that would be something, climaxing twice in five minutes. Robby's like, "Here ya go, Dylan, suck my cock clean. I know you like to do that." I rolled over and scooted down towards the foot of the bed to take his cock inside my mouth. Tonguing and sucking it for about a minute was all it took to have it looking bright pink and shiny clean. Robby got out of bed then, got my head in between his hands, and kissed me sticking his tongue in my mouth. We sucked tongues for a few seconds then did a real mushy kiss before Robby broke away and pulled up his pants. Slapping my ass he says, "That was awesome, Dylan. A quickie, but awesome just the same.." As I'm climbing into my shorts and jeans he's serious again, saying, "You got something unique about you, Dylan. I'm not kidding, there's just something so sexy about you its sick." I liked hearing that and I sure think he's sexy too, but I'm thinking the kind of sexy he's referring to is different for different guys. Maybe it's kinda the way I think Elliot's brother, Ray, is sexy. Something I can't put my finger on, and God knows he's not in Robby's class where looks are concerned, but just the same he's wicked sexy to me for some unknown reason. Robby's sexy too of course, super sexy, but I know why I think he is. It's his whole package, his looks, his voice, his personality, his demeanor; simply everything about him is sexy to me. With Ray it's more like he's mysteriously sexy, that's what Robby means about me being sexy to him I think. Sexy ain't love though, love's a very different thing.

Robby and I held hands as we walked through the condo to the front door; then a kiss goodbye and Robby is on his way. It's funny, but I find myself doing things with Robby that I used to think were strange when Willie would do them with me; like holding hands while we walked, or stood talking, or rode somewhere in a car or bus together. Next I'll be walking with my arm around Robby's waist... not! Ha ha! I drifted back to my bedroom and lay on my bed feeling Robby's cum drooling out of my ass. He shot a lot of spunk up there this time. My head was on the same pillow Robby laid his head on and I smelled his awesome natural scent. Oooh, so nice I had to pull down my zipper and play with myself a while. In my head I'm reliving every second of the sex Robby and I just experienced. In some ways Robby's rougher with the sex than Willie ever was, not that I mind one bit. It's just that I'm surprised, that's all... pleasantly surprised. Quiet, sweet Robby! Who would have thought it of him? In sex he's become brash at times, like when he does that thing were he stops fucking me and shoves his cock in my mouth. The cock that's just been up my ass is now in my mouth, soon to be in my throat; it's as dominant and submissive a maneuver on both our parts as I've ever been a part of, and I love it. He doesn't see things in those dominant/submissive terms though. I think Robby does things instinctively as they come to him or, maybe he's seen them done on the Internet and he wants to do them to me. That made me smile at myself because I've always had this notion that Robby's a sweet innocent kid, and that might not be entirely the case. Maybe I'm the innocent one. It's fun to have sex that's that hot, and always have it to look forward to next time as well. It's never one and done with us. You know, just laying here thinking about Robby and me satisfying each other's sexual drives has me pulling on my pud and feeling so good about it too; the best part is I'm not doing any of this because I'm horny. No, Robby took care of my horniness, I'm doing this just because I feel like it, and because I can. That's so cool!

The next thing I remember is Chubby laughing. I opened my eyes and there he is looking good enough to eat. He says, "Jesus, Dylan... how could you fall asleep jerking off?" I gawk down and see my dick's still outside my jeans laying soft and harmless across the zipper, the foreskin nicely covering the head with that little extra skin closed tightly over the head and extending a half inch above it. Great packaging, ya know? There were a couple of suspicious looking dried areas that very likely were cum streaks. I better get my dick back in my shorts where it belongs before Chubby notices the dried cum. To distract Chubby I jokingly say, "You pulled Dylan Jr. out while I napped, didn't you?" He totally takes me by surprise then, moving too fast for me to react, he says, "I'll fix it," and reaches over to stuff my soft dick back inside my underpants; it happened so fast I couldn't even enjoy the feel of his fingers on my penis. This is an excellent example of the kinds of things Chubby and I do with each other that very few other boys would even think about doing. I yell, "Ah ha! You are a pervert!" He gooses me then making me squirm on the bed and squeeze my ass cheeks together highlighting a damp sticky sensation back there, the rest of Robby's cum had drooled out while I slept. Chubby says, "Come on, get up and help me make chili; I bought all the fixings on my way home. Oh, Alex Cora says to tell ya, 'Hi' and that he misses you at work." I worked with him at Stop & Shop during the school year. I go, "Oh yeah, that's nice. How's Alex doing?" Chubby says, "Get up, Dylan!" and pulls on my foot. Then he answers my question, "He's okay, he got this wicked short buzz cut for the summer though, I hardly recognized him. By the way, Alex and that bitch girlfriend of his, I forget her name, broke up." I'm hesitating getting up because I'm afraid there's a wet stain on the back of my jeans where Robby's cum soaked through and I'd rather not have Chubby see it. I go, "I need a shower, then I'll be your willing chef's little helper in the kitchen. A chili dinner sounds good, Chub!" He shoots me with his index finger and says, "You're not getting up until I leave, right? That means you're involved in something nefarious, dude. I can feel it in the air. I'll see ya in five minutes." I think, "Nefarious? What the...?"

As soon as he's out the door I dash into my bathroom and check my ass in the mirror and sure enough a cum stain shows on the back of my jeans... jeez, nefarious indeed! That cum stain would have been so embarrassing for Chubby to see. Then I think of the throw rug in front of my desk that I'd shot my cum on and chuckled because Chubby was standing on it just a minute ago, standing in my cum. Smiling and feeling wonderful, I took a nice shower paying special attention to my dick and my ass. Humming happily to myself I shampooed, rinsed, dried off, and put on some cool board shorts and a tee, slipped into some sandals, looking down to admire my perfect toes, and then hustled to the kitchen to help Chubby with dinner. I've got nice looking feet and Chubby is always anxious to remind me of that. First thing he says today though is, "They're my board shorts you're wearing, you know that, right?" I go, "Bullshit! I got these in Wildwood last summer. Remember? You were hanging around those skanky girls and I went off by myself." He goes, "Off by yourself pouting, no doubt... and they weren't skanky!" He was busy dicing vegetables. He says, "How 'bout mixing the hamburg with the Italian sausage meat... and stop stealing my clothes."

Chubby had diced a half cup each of celery, bell peppers, and was now working on an onion. There was minced garlic on the cutting board along with four chipotle peppers. All those things will be sauteed in some vegetable oil. After mixing the two meats together we'll browned it off in a skillet while breaking the meat combination into small pieces. When it's all brown little pieces we pour off the fat, then add the sauteed vegetables, lots of chili power for that chili taste, pour in a can of low-salt beef broth, a large can of diced tomatoes, some tomato paste, a can of red pinto beans, and some salt and pepper... cover and simmer the whole mess for an hour or so, stirring often. We make a salad of romaine lettuce, tomato, cucumber, and red onion to keep in the refrigerator until dinner. Ken's Italian dressing diluted with a little olive oil will go on just before we eat it. Crusty buttered rolls will complete our dinner. We'll probably drink two glasses each of sweetened lime iced tea along with the meal. And we're skinny too!

While the chili simmers we go outside to sit on the top step, smoke, and watch the traffic down below; the car traffic in the street and human traffic on the sidewalk, twelve cement steps below us. Our condos are built on a hill; my Mom's condo has a garage and a backdoor while Chubby's condo, directly above ours, has a balcony in the back. Chubby and me share a cigarette as we're watching the world go by. He says, "You seem to be in an awfully good mood, what's up with that?" Naturally I'm feeling super fine after that awesome fuck Robby put on my ass, but I decide not to go there. Instead I tell him the other reason I'm in such a good mood. "It's because you and me are together right now, that's why." He squeezes my hand real quick and says, "Awww... ain't that sweet!" I go, "I don't care if you mock me, I'm happiest when you're around." He takes a drag on the cigarette and mumbles, "Thanks, but I know already!" Then we're quiet for a couple of seconds and he says, "Ah, do ya mind if I use the car tonight?" I whine, "You're always using our car!" and I emphasized "our" when I said it. He goes, "How else am I gonna get to work? There aren't any buses going out there, ya know." And we argued about that a bit before Chubby says, "Okay, you use the car tonight." I didn't have any place to go, but it is my turn so I finish the cigarette and flip it way out into the street almost hitting a passing car. I mumble, "Oops!" Chubby takes a big breath and says, "You're not pouting are you? You got the car.." I say, "I'm not pouting. Why do you always assume I'm pouting?" Chubby gets his arm around my neck and pulls my head over to his and says, "Because you're always pouting, that's why. Ah, can you give me a ride to the Dairy Queen after dinner?" The nerve of him! It makes me blurt out a laugh, then say, sounding exasperated, "I get the car tonight and I'm supposed to chauffeur you around to where you want to go? Is that it?" Chubby kisses my cheek and say, "Yes! That's it, exactly!" I go, "Oh, okay." That kiss carries some weight in my book.

We went in then so I could stir the chili and Chubby could go up to his condo for a shower and to get himself all prettied-up for Mary Jo. The Dairy Queen is a summer hangout for those guys. They hang out there as often as three nights a week, smoking and joking and taking over the picnic tables that are supposed to be for the customers. Nothing special happens, just goofing off, just hangin'. I'll go over with Chub tonight, but I probably won't stay too long. Maybe grab a soft serve cone and see who's there of interest. Robby's summer baseball league started last week so he's doing that tonight. It's a league for elite players. The team Robby's on represents towns west of Boston. Really high level of play too... the players are guys on college teams, a few high school stand outs like Robby, and even a few Pawsox players from the area. The Pawsox of course are a Red Sox minor league team from Rhode Island . The games are played at night, under the lights. I like watching Robby play, but we decided I wouldn't go to every game. Mostly it's the player's girlfriends in the stands, maybe some family members. If I went to every game, eventually someone is going to add one plus one and come up with fag. Robby and I aren't ready for that yet. He thought he wanted to come out until I told him that Chubby knows about us. Then the reality of it hit him and now he wants to wait till at least we're away at college before announcing he's gay to his family and friends. I'm more inclined to wait until we graduate college. Anyway, we decided that one game a week is about right for me to attend. It's cool.

After stirring the chili I wander back outside thinking about how lucky I am to have Chubby in my life, and now Robby too. I sat on the same step Chubby and I always sit on as I'm lighting another cigarette. I don't really want it, but ya know, it's a habit and it's something to do. I spot a little group of what appears to be middle school boys, about fourteen or fifteen years old. They're walking and jostling each other on the sidewalk a block away. They all had basically the same uniform on although I'm sure they don't see it that way. Baggy boarder shorts and extra-large T-shirts to cover their skinny bodies. Their shorts pulled down so that their ass cracks would show except for their CalvinKlein boxer underwear. Big sneakers that probably cost a hundred and twenty bucks. Various trucker style hats, the ones with the flat bills, not curved. Most guys my age wear baseball hats, not trucker hats. These boys have their hats on with the bill pointing to the side. Two of the five were smoking and they were doing it in that exaggerated way some young teens smoke; they snap the cigarette up to their lips for a quick drag then snap it away as they exhale. Half the time they're not even inhaling, it's all to look cool... and hot. They're really cute but probably a touch dangerous too; they have that look about them. Their walk is somehow aggressive and challenging. If someone were to be walking in the other direction there's no question that person would need to walk out into the street when these boys went by on the sidewalk. Down on the sidewalk now they're walking by me with a couple of them looking up at me trying to act tough. I know not to make eye contact 'cause five is too many to fight, why antagonize them unnecessarily. This close I notice there's no middle ground where hair styles are concerned, it's either nineteen seventies long hair hanging down under their hats or no visible hair, indicating close buzzcuts. Jeez, now that they've walked by me I can stare openly at them and, oh my god, look at their awesome asses! Whoa! And to think just two hours ago Robby fucked me hard and I was sexually satisfied to the max, now my horniness is sneaking back on me kind of quickly. Love that horny feeling though.

I drift back inside to stir the chili and taste it. Damn! It's too spicy! Jesus, that's hot stuff! Chubby burst in the front door just then and I'm like, "Chubby, did you take the seeds out of those chipotle peppers?" He tastes the chili and goes, "Holy shit! That's spicy hot! I guess I forgot the seeds." We know how to fix the heat though, and we do it. Chubby adds another can of tomatoes and I stir it in but now we need to wait another fifteen minutes before it's ready. We ate our salads while we waited. Chubby's looking so spanking clean and shiny. He's dressed real casual with baggy shorts and a white Polo golf shirt hanging out below his balls. On his feet, New Balance sneakers with those thick soles that add an inch to his height. His hair is spiked and his stud earring is cool, and he's cute, cute, cute. I say, "You're cute, you know that?" He goes, "Yeah, I do, but you're not supposed to say things like that to another guy." I say, "I can 'cause I'm gay, remember?" He nods his head but won't further the discussion, so I don't press it. He doesn't like talking about me being gay... me and Robby.

The chili was awesome now. We'd put on a Pearl Jam CD before sitting down to it, the CD with Just Breathe, and in between mouthfuls of chili Chubby sings along with parts of the songs. He has a good voice. It's fun watching him sing because it's like he's singing to me. It makes me think of the train ride to New York City when Robby sang Brett Denner's song Ain't Gonna Lose You to me. That was awesome! Robby can sing good too, maybe they should start a band. Oh that's right, nobody can play a musical instrument which is kinda important for a band. After we cleaned up the dishes and stuff I went into my bathroom to brush my teeth. Chubby followed telling me about the phenomenon of mixed emotions. He said, "Here's an example. A husband bets his wife she can't tell him something that would make him happy and unhappy at the same time... in other words, mixed emotions. The wife says, 'Out of all your friends, you definitely have the biggest penis and you fuck the best too!' I was gargling, so I spit out the water and asked, "Is that a joke or a factoid?" He chuckles and says, "It can be a joke or a factoid. Lemme use your tooth brush." I roll my eyes as he puts toothpaste on my toothbrush and brushes his perfectly white teeth looking over at me grinning, being a ball buster. Damn, he's a sharp kid!

I drove our Jeep down Route 9 to the Dairy Queen in Natick with Chubby doing his back seat driving routine. He thinks I'm too cautious, he says I drive like an old lady. I'm like, "These people all around us are from Massachusetts , the worse drivers on earth! None of them use turn signals, they think they have the right-of-way one hundred percent of the time, stop signs mean nothing to them, double red lights mean they need to speed it up, every driver is on their cell phone while eating a donut and scratching their ass at the same time, old ladies driving junkers give ya the finger if you don't let them in front of you. Dude, I need to be careful!" He goes, "What was that, my mind wondered after you said something about 'people'?" I say, "You're so cute," and Chubby starts to get pissed off, but then shakes his head and mumbles, "Oh, yeah... you're gay, that's right."

The Dairy Queen was hopping. Some people were actually buying stuff, the majority however were kids hanging out. It's funny how certain places become favorite hangouts for kids. I had to park in the street because the small parking lot was full. We walked over and right away here comes Mary Jo and her friend Wanda Snipes to meet us. Well, to meet Chubby anyway, I was invisible. Mary Jo and Chubby hug while Wanda's saying, "Jeffrey's looking hot tonight. I love your haircut!" I smirked because I cut it for Chubby, but no one was paying any attention to me. Chubby goes, "Whoa, Mary Jo! No bra tonight?" She playfully smacks his arm and says, "Behave!" I followed the three of them to the picnic tables. For something to do, I light a cigarette, trying for cool.

Any place Chubby shows up there's usually a general commotion because he always has a funny or wise-ass comment for everyone; it's like "the party can start now". Chubby's a live wire, full of energy. Somehow he can insult you in a way that makes you laugh. He's really something alright. A girl from the school newspaper came over to say hello to me, thank God. It was getting awkward having no one to talk to. We talked a little about our mutual interests, which was limited to the school paper as it turns out, and then Wayne Price shouts over to me, "Hey, Newman, your cigarette smoke is killing me here. I'm making this a no smoking zone for you!" Other kids were smoking so I ignore him, but he comes over a minute later and knocks the cigarette out of my hand, saying, "Are you hard of hearing? Second hand smoke from you isn't something I feel I need to put up with. Putting up with you is bad enough." He walks back to his girlfriend shaking his head muttering to her, "That skinny dork just pisses me off." She gave me a dirty look.

Waynehates me for some reason. It's funny, but I affect some people that way. They either are tight with me right off the bat or they hate me and I don't know why that is. Wayne kept dumping on me in New York and finally Chubby called him out on it. As the forth guy in our room maybe Wayne felt like the odd guy out, here he maybe thinks I'm the odd guy out. The girl I was talking to, Cindy Nullens, says, " Wayne 's a jerk, Dylan!" I'm looking around to see if anyone saw that little embarrassing episode and as usual Chubby was staring back at me. He doesn't miss much, not if it involves me. I shrug at him, like "What?" and Chub looks over at Wayne who's yapping to a couple of kids... what a blowhard! Chubby has that expression on his face that sometimes means trouble's on the way. Nothing would have come of the incident except ten minutes later I'm in line getting a cone. I have every intention of taking off after I get it, and who butts in front of me but Wayne and his girlfriend. "Thanks for saving my place, Newman," he says sarcastically, bumping me backwards into a middle age woman who goes, "Watch it, punk!" Wayne 's girlfriend laughs at my startled expression. She wasn't laughing long though because I pushed her fat ass out of my way, and she landed on it. I was seeing red and wanted to get at Wayne .

The people in line behind me and the ones in front of Wayne moved away from us quickly as I began wailing away with my fists, throwing haymakers, expending an enormous amount of energy. He's a football player with an offensive lineman's body so my punches weren't having a huge affect although a couple got through and bounced off his face with a satisfying "pop!" The initial smug look on his face had me thinking this was exactly what he'd hoped for, that I'd start a fight with him. That looked changed to anger when those two punches connected with his face. He blocked most of my other punches with his arms and quickly moved inside to punch me in the stomach with a short uppercut, then he pushed me hard in the chest with both his forearm. The force of the push made me lose my footing and fall over backwards hitting the blacktop on my ass, hard! Either the belly punch or my hard landing on the blacktop knocked the wind out of me. That's the worst feeling in the world; you can't catch your breath to breathe. In my experience though, losing your wind only lasts ten or fifteen seconds so I didn't panic. I was looking around for a weapon to hit this ape over the head with when Wayne kicked me in the side of my ass with everything he had. The kick hurt like hell but somehow got me breathing again. Immediately after kicking me Wayne goes, "Harrumph!" and falls on his face right next to me. When he hit the blacktop the palms of his hands slip about a foot, sliding in the gravel and dirt. There has to be some wicked brush burns on the palms of his hands, his knees too. I looked up from Wayne and there was Chubby, his face dark red. He'd come up behind Wayne on the run and hurled himself at Wayne, hitting high on Wayne's back. It was that old standby, the surprise element; it's usually quite effective. Wayne had no clue he was about to be rammed from behind by a flying hundred and twenty pound weight.

Chubby stepped over and gave me a hand up saying to Wayne , "Oops, I'm so clumsy sometimes." He said it in a monotone voice, no emotion. Wayne was groaning, totally startled... he didn't know what hit him for a second. Then he got up cursing, realizing what happened. He's wiping his hands on his shorts leaving bloody smears saying, "What a fucking gutless thing to do, Jeff. I thought you had more class than that." I was staring at Wayne 's knees which were both oozing blood. Chubby's face was back to its regular tannish color and he was back to breathing normally after the adrenaline rush, he calmly says, "No, that's about how classy I am." He walked right up to Wayne then, me by his side and I was pleased to notice Wayne's top lip was puffing up from one of the two punches that got through. He's five inches taller than Chubby and eighty pounds heavier, but that doesn't faze Chubby. In a normal conversational voice, Chubby says, "Didn't we have a discussion in New York about you dumping on my homeboy here?" Wayne 's getting nasty, he says, "Yeah, and so what if we did? He's a dipshit and he needs to stay the fuck away from me! Plus, your so-called discussion came down to a situation of three against one, which is another gutless thing." Chubby shrugs his shoulders and chuckles, then says, real cool like, "I don't much care about gutless or not gutless. I'm mostly interested in coming out on top. When you fuck with either of us you're fucking with both of us and if it takes both of us, which I'm not sure it would, you're gonna get your ass kicked every time. I'm repeating all this for you because obviously you're a slow learner." Using a sarcastic tone, Wayne says, "Ya know, Jeffrey, you're kind of new in this crowd and we accept ya because everyone likes Mary Jo, but you're acting like a little turd who's trying to be a big shit and you're seriously pushing your luck!" Chubby shrugs again, and says, "Fuck all that! If you want to fight right now, let's do it." Chub nods his head at me when he's saying, "Of course it's gonna be us two against you, and we fight dirty. We'll kick you in the nuts and hit you over the head with the fucking picnic table if we need to, we'll dig the eyes out of your head with our fingernails and bite your finger off. We fight to win and we don't much care if you think it's gutless or classless or any fucking-less other thing." Once again, everything Chubby said was in a controlled conversational voice. Wayne's expression is like totally incredulous, I could tell he had no idea what to do. Glancing quickly around, just with his eyeballs, it was obvious no one was sticking up for him, not even his girlfriend, who was rubbing her ass looking scared.

As usual in this type situation, all the things Chubby says are said as if he were giving directions for getting from here to there. He doesn't raise his voice, and there's very little inflection in it at all. It's actually more intimidating than if he were screaming; you'd need to be a mental midget to think he was kidding. In the Dairy Queen parking lot it was as if Chubby didn't care if Wayne wanted to go at it or not, either way was fine. Wayne's definitely confused by all this because big guys like him are used to people being afraid of them, they feel they're entitled to bully who they want. Wayne made up his mind quickly though and waves his hand at Chubby saying, "You and your shadow ain't worth the trouble, but I'll tell you one more time that ya better not press your luck." Chubby goes, "More to the point, don't press yours. The next time you fuck with Dylan or me there won't be any discussion about it, you're gonna get your ass kicked. I won't give it a second thought: I'll hit ya over the head with a fucking baseball bat if one is handy." Same monotone voice. Wayne turns away mumbling, "You're a fucking psycho, Romero! You stay away from me too."

Chubby had spoken so quietly that only about a half dozen kids heard the exchange, Mary Jo was one of them and she was beaming... like, "that's my boyfriend!" Quite a few kids saw the short fight though and were expecting more. They must have been shocked to see the little kid send the big kid on his way. I was standing right next to Chubby the whole time he talked to Wayne but I didn't add anything because it was Chubby's show and I'd probably mess it up by screaming, "You fucking asshole, Price!" or worse. Chubby's approach is to be quiet, but outrageously confident with intimidating comments; this way you give the guy a chance to back out without losing too much face. If you're yelling and everyone can hear you giving ultimatums, the guy's gotta save face and fight, and who the hell needs that trouble? Mary Jo says, "He's always been a bore and a bully, Jeffrey. Are you okay, Dylan?" It's one of the rare times she's acknowledged my existence. I go, "I'm fine, thanks." To Chubby I kept it cool, like no big deal. I say, "Thanks for getting my back, man. I'm taking off now, you guys need a ride anywhere?" Chubby says, "No, bro. Marty's got his car. I'll see ya later, Dylan." Walking backwards, I'm pointing at Chubby like,"You're the man!" while thinking, "Who the hell is Marty?" There was still a line for ice cream so I bagged that idea and walked toward my car rubbing my ass. Ironically it had felt so fabulous earlier when Robby was fucking me and now it's killing me. Probably a brush burn on each butt, it's the bruise from that kick that's hurting. Maybe so, but it's still not nearly as bad as the brush burns Wayne has on his hands and knees, and the beating his pride took. I laughed to myself thinking, "That shithead! Like most bullies he backed down when challenged!" A car horn toots and I look over to see Connor Neary riding shotgun in Joe Perkins' car. Connor is so youthful looking I had to smile to myself at a memory that popped into my head the second I saw him. The memory's about the first time I met Connor, it was in connection with the school paper; I thought he was a sophomore. I thought that for a couple of months, then realized he was in my senior class. Man, I felt stupid. I remember asking Dodger, who was a sophomore last year, if he knew Connor... he'd never heard of him and Dodger knows everybody in his class so that's when I checked. What happened was, Connor transferred to our school at the beginning of the year. If he'd been in our class as say a junior or sophomore, I'd have known him.

Connor calls out, "Dylan, my favorite hair stylist! I need a haircut, dude. When can I come over?" He winked at me when he said, "Cum over" which made me smile again. Actually he makes you smile sometimes just because he's always smiling or grinning or laughing or telling a joke. Connor's one of those guys who liked me from the start, he's not a hater like Wayne or Joel. He's also one of those guys who suspected me of having gay leanings shortly after we met and I still haven't figured out why that's so. Early on he felt me out and I guess confirmed his suspicions somehow because after a while he started talking about having this big crush on me. That's supposedly why he joined the school newspaper. So flattering, really. We've messed around a couple of times with some buddy sex, most recently weeks ago at the school's so-called ice cream social. It was a dance mostly, but they also announced the winners of "class clown," "most popular" and things like that. Connor was bored with the affair, one thing led to another and he fucked me good. It's my turn now; the haircut's just the excuse. I go, "Okay, yeah. How about Friday night around seven or seven-thirty?" Robby has a baseball game then so I'm on my own. Connor says, "Perfect! What are you doing now? Wanna hang out with us?" I go, "I'd love to, but I need to give someone a ride home. I'll take a rain check, okay?" Connor's waving, saying, "See ya Friday," as they drive off. Joe gives me a half-hearted wave too.

Of course I don't have anyone to drive anywhere, but I don't know Joe Perkins and I'm not real comfortable in that kind of situation. It's possible I could overcome my shyness with a new acquaintance if he's interesting enough, but Joe just isn't. Connor and Joe have the joke thing in common, but that's all I know about him except, oh yeah, Connor also told me Joe's goal in life is to be a stand-up comedian. Good luck with that because he sure as hell ain't gonna make it on his looks, which is what I meant by a kid being interesting enough. I know... how shallow of me to put so much stock in a person's looks. But damn... it's not just that Joe isn't cute, it's that he's goofy looking. Tons of freckles, his eyes are too close together, his mouth is too wide, way too wide, and he has one of those pug noses where the nostrils are looking straight at ya. Jesus! Give me a break, not that it necessarily makes him a bad person of course... I'm just saying. Okay, it is shallow of me. So why are looks so important in my estimation? I don't really know, they just are. I'm definitely not going to torture myself agonizing over the why of it right now. Hey, now that I think about it, maybe Joe's appearance will help him in his comedy career choice. I mean, I wish him well and all, I really do... it's just, ya know, he isn't who I feel like looking at for the next couple of hours, that's all.

Joe Perkins isn't a thrill to look at, but Connor is. First off he's got very dark brown wavy hair with awesome texture, great hair that's fun to cut. I gave him a haircut about two months ago and obviously he hasn't had one since then. His hair's grown over his ears and collar, not that it looks bad; any style would look good with his hair. To go with the dark hair, he's got that very pale white complexion that burns in the sun almost immediately... definitely not a beach person. It's not like his skin is albino white or ya know, vampire white or anything. He looks healthy while being pale, if that's possible. He looks good, I can vouch for that. Big dark blue eyes with narrow dark eyebrows and long eyelashes. He'd be pretty except he looks real boyish too so I guess that means he's cute and quite handsome at the same time. Great lips, nicely shaped face, an Irish look. Hell, his last name's Neary, so he probably is Irish. Taller than me, Connor's about six feet, maybe even an inch taller than that. Very slim with long legs and a good ass. His body doesn't have the great definition that Robby's or Chubby's have, but it's not like Connor's ribs are sticking out either. He's a hot item if you ask me. Friday night, huh? I'm ready for some of, as Elliot puts it, "the topping thing." Robby's been infatuated with fucking me recently, so now I'm going to jump at this chance to fuck Connor 'cause it's been quite a while since I've had the opportunity to do some fucking.

Driving the Jeep home I thought about Connor's family situation and wondered how he manages to stay in the apartment he and his mother live in. I mean, his mother's in rehab somewhere now. I guess since he's eighteen he's legal age and able to have his own apartment, that place is such a dump though... what a shame. Connor works at a full-time job so the money he earns, plus local aid or housing subsidies of some sort, allow him to afford the apartment, but it can't be much fun. I have to really admire him. Tough going for Connor, yet he's always looking at the glass as half full, always got that grin on his lips too. I really like him. Us gay boys tend to gravitate towards one another and I feel so good that he's gravitated to me. I'm so lucky to know some really cute gay boys too, all gay boys sure as hell can't be as cute as my little circle of gay friends. I gotta wonder about Connor's friend, Joe, though. Do he and Connor have more in common than just jokes? Now, that's an interesting question; it's also a bit disturbing because I can't imagine having sex with Joe. What if Connor can though? Gee, life is full of surprises and mysteries.

At home it's still way too early to go to bed so I wander down to the finished basement and lay on the recliner thinking about my old boyfriend, Willie. I miss him: his peculiar mannerisms, his unusual longish cute face, and his constantly confident way of doing everything. It's like Willie has things planned three steps ahead of me at all times. It was fun going on dates with him. Okay, he's rich so he did things with me that my other friends can't afford to do, plus he was big on giving me presents. I reached to feel the necklace around my neck and look at my watch on my wrist; both presents from Willie. The wallet in my back pocket too; it cost ten times what I would ever pay for it, even if I had the money. He bought me some clothes too although I did feel uncomfortable at times accepting everything. There were dinners, motel rooms, haircuts at that absurd stylist near the prep school, Red Sox and Celtic games, and lots of other stuff. Truth is, I probably miss his seven-inch cock as much as anything else. He's the one who really showed me how hot it is to have sex with another boy. Carl Denton introduced me to it, and I liked his sex just fine, but Willie turned it into an erotic art form for me which made sex with Carl seem boring.

Ok, I'm infatuated with sex. So what? Jeez, here's an example; Robby fucked me good just this afternoon, but I still feel like taking out my dick and pulling on it a bit. I'll lay here on my bed with my left butt still really sore and think about sexy Willie. Oh yeah, my dick is already firming up a little. Getting my fist around my favorite organ I gave myself a slow hand job remembering the way Willie would fuck me, and how, after our climaxes, he'd wrap me up in his arms and legs till I felt the chilly fear of approaching claustrophobia, and then those hickeys he'd give me... oh my god! I stroked my cock visualizing the dominant way Willie handled me in his sweet manner and compared that to the way Robby does it now and how the two of them fuck me so hot and steady. Shortly, I felt my balls churning and the head of my cock growing as the visuals in my head had sexy sensations spreading throughout my body. I rubbed my nipples and reached around to press my anus and, "Ooh! Oh oh, ah ah!" Blast off! Cum shoots out onto my T-shirt, three nice spurts, and then slow strokes to drag out the cum drool. Ahh, feels so good. A really good Monday all things considered. I watched a little MTV and then went to bed, sleep came on me quickly.

The remainder of the week was cool too. My buttocks healed themselves which was a good thing because on Wednesday night, after the barbecue dinner at the Dickers pool, I found myself sitting on the hard bleachers at the high school. I was watching Robby's baseball game under the lights. Actually, I was watching Robby more than the baseball game. Chubby chose to stay at the Dickers swimming and goofing with Dodger and Vinnie, so after the game Robby and me were on our own, which is rare of late. We made out in his pickup parked down the dead end road near the old fabric factory. As we made out Robby was undoing my pants, then the police came slowly down the road on their patrol shining their spotlight on the cars parked here and there with kids in the cars doing a variation of what Robby and me were doing. Of course those kids were probably of mixed sexes. Fucking cops and their patrols in this town! I scooted down below the dash as Robby hurriedly started the pickup and drove away. It got me laughing, but at the same time we've had the worst luck getting laid recently. Jeez, Robby and I used to screw behind the movie theater where the tractor trailers parked and then, all of a sudden, that spot wasn't working anymore. We almost got caught there the last three times we tried anything. It ruins the experience to constantly worry someone will stumble upon us. That made me think about Connor coming over Friday night. Robby's got his baseball game that night and I know Chubby's busy too because he told me he's going to a party, which means Connor and I will be able to take our time doing whatever we decide to do. That'll be the first time we've had that luxury together. I smiled thinking about Connors first-time-ever gay fuck. He fucked me in my kitchen totally unexpectedly, and it was such a rush for him he climaxed in less than eighty seconds. Ha ha! It was a hot time with him though. Then that time in the dank, dark basement supply room at school; this time I intend to turn the tables on Connor.

Anyway, like I said, in Robby's pickup Wednesday night he and I were making out wicked hot and I almost climaxed in my shorts just before the cops showed up and then that's been it for sexy stuff since Monday afternoon. Pretty unimpressive if ya ask me. Thursday night Robby had a supervisors meeting at work so I hung out with Alex, Jay, and Elliot at the mall. There were other kids we knew drifting around as well, but mostly I stuck with Alex. He looks extra hot to me with his new haircut; unfortunately, where sex is concerned Alex is straight, straighter, and straightest. He's fixated on the concept of picking up girls, he's pretty good at it too and it's kinda funny to watch. He's got this super personality to start with and, like I said, he's looking hot with his new summer buzz look, but the real secret to his success is that he's not picky. If there's a heartbeat and a pussy, let's party! That's Alex's motto. Alex is fun; I enjoyed myself with all those guys at the Mall except for when Sara Wallens was kinda hanging on me near the end of the night. She was like, "Let's mess around in your Jeep, Dylan," and I'm like, "Ah, let's not, and say we did, Sara." She's a tad on the chunky side and is used to rejection I would think. So, Thursday was good.

Then next day, before work started on Friday, something not so good. I spotted Joel the maniac. He was strolling past a big window in the general offices of the landscape design building while I was outside walking the grounds smoking. Okay, so now I know he's officially working here. He and I running into each other is unlikely though, we work in different parts of the place, he's in the office and I'm in the garage part and in between us is the large warehouse building where the equipment and materials are stored. I should be safe enough. What does worry me though is him saying to me that other day that he was going to finish unfinished business with me. I didn't like the sound of that because the unfinished business is something about me spending the weekend at his so-called dungeon for training. I think he said his basement was a dungeon, something like that. As for the so-called training, I haven't a clue except it doesn't sound like a great time to me. I'll keep my eyes open and avoid contact with him if at all possible. If it isn't possible, I'll use another effective device... I'll run my ass off and see if that crazy gimp can catch me.

Friday night Chubby and I had pizza for dinner, then he scurried away to get showered for the early Fourth of July party he and Mary Jo are going to. Chubby tried to talk me into going, but I'm afraid I'll run into Wayne Price there and that party just isn't worth taking the chance. Naturally I didn't tell Chubby that, I told him I was hangin' with Connor. Chubby said, "Bring him along," but I bowed out citing the haircut and some vague other commitment. Chubby shrugged and said, "You never want to do anything with me anymore." I didn't point out the obvious, that he's taking a fucking date to the party! Oh man! Anyway, Chubby is seriously not worried about Wayne, but as for me, all things being equal I'd rather avoid a fight than be in one. It's not that I'm backing down from anything, just being sensible. I took my shower, shaving my pubes in the process, and got a boner while doing it, but ignored my favorite appendage this time. After drying off I brushed and combed my hair and deodorized my body for Connor. I put on my cool earring which another madman who took an instant dislike to me gave me last summer. It happened on the boardwalk in Wildwood. First this animal gave me a spanking due to a misunderstanding, and then he pierced my ear for free and gifted this small hoop earring to me to make up for the misunderstanding... weird experience. It's a really nice earring though. I didn't put on Willie's necklace, just some flimsy basketball shorts, sans undies, and a large Celtics T-shirt. Stepped into sandals and I was ready for action. I'd already made sure the half bath in the basement has a lubricant supply handily available. The bar stool was down there and the barber stuff laid out. I'm excited about tonight to be honest 'cause Connor's hot and I haven't messed around doing some buddy sex for a while. I don't count Robby as buddy sex, that's boyfriend sex, not that we've seen much of that this summer. Well, I'm also not counting Dodger fucking me a new asshole in the pool a couple weeks ago as buddy sex either, although it was. I put it in the special category titled Dodger's unpredictable sex. Tonight with Connor should be hot and to increase the heat even more I purposely refrained from jerking off last night and all day today, including when I boned-up shaving my pubes. My mission is to add to my climax with Connor, maybe I should say climaxes, plural. And ya know, there's something very erotic about the shaved groin look too, isn't there? When Chubby and I were doing one another it always ended up with us jerking each other off too. Hot stuff!

Chubby had to stop in before picking up Mary Jo because he couldn't find his keys for the Jeep and he needs mine. He took off confirming that he was going to the Fourth of July celebration with me tomorrow, so that's cool. There's a big Fourth of July parade in town and then a big celebration at the town common. Chubby doesn't work on weekends... executive work schedule, ya know. He and I are going to meet a lot of the guys at the common to check out the bands, food stands, races for the little kids and what not. I watched Chubby through the window as he headed down to the Jeep, I watched because I like looking at his ass when he walks. Then, when he drove off in our Jeep it got me to wondering: How the hell is Connor going to get over here? He doesn't have a car. Damn! I called his apartment's land line, Connor doesn't have a cell phone. The message I heard on the phone was, "This service has been disconnected," Boy, poor Connor. I felt really bad for him, what must it be like? I was going to call Elliot to see if he could drive me over to Connor's place but didn't because he might want to hang around for the night and that would negate the main purpose of the evening. Then the doorbell rings and I'm like,"Huh...?" It's Connor, so I open the door. "How'd ya get here, dude?" He was sweating and looked winded. "I rode my bike, Dylan. I ride it everywhere; to work, to get my haircut, to wherever. Great exercise." Jeez, I felt bad for him all over again, but not wanting to insult him or anything, I just smile and say, "Oh, of course.. I don't have a car half the time either, more than half the time actually; Chubby's always using it." Connor says, "Jeffrey's not your brother, right?" We were both acting a little weird, just standing inside the front door talking awkwardly. The condo was totally silent except for our voices and the two of us were uncomfortable for some reason. Odd! I say, "Chubby? No, he's not my brother. He lives right above me. We grew up together 'cause our Moms have been best friends all their lives, you know." Damn, I shouldn't have mentioned mom, his mother's in rehab. I go, "Ah, how about a soda or something?" he says, "No, I'm good." His cute face looks so sexy with sweat on his forehead and those big dark blue eyes looking slightly uneasy, I felt the heat coming off his body too. Forget that, I gotta loosen us up somehow. I say, "Okay then, come on down stairs. Ya got a joke for me?" On the way down he tells me this:

"Three sisters ages 92, 94, and 96 live together. One night the 96 year old is about to take her bath. She puts her foot in the tub and pauses. Then yells to her sisters, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?" The 94 year old yells back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see." She starts up the stairs and pauses, "Wait. Was I going up the stairs or down?" The 92 year old is sitting in the kitchen having tea listening to her older sisters. She shakes her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood!" as she knocks on the kitchen table. Then yells upstairs, "I'll be up to help you both as soon as I see who's knocking at the door."

That had me laughing and we both relaxed a little. I say, "Yeah, ya gotta love the super seniors!" Connor takes his shirt off and sits on the stool, saying, "Last time you put the cape around me but hair clippings still got under my collar, so no shirt and no cape." I was standing behind him running a comb through his hair. I mumble, "Sure, whatever you say, Connor." You know, I'm thinking about Dodger having his haircut fetish and how maybe I can almost understand it. Connor's hair is very sexy, he's obviously just shampooed it before coming over and it's clean and shiny. Smells nice too, the comb slides through it easily, and its texture is like a million threads of silk. Beautiful dark brown, wavy boy's hair. I put the comb down and massage his head remembering how Robby and me used to do this in the old locker room at work last summer. It was a prelude to much more. God, Connor's hair is feeling so fine.

After a bit I run the palm of my hand up his forehead pulling the hair back tightly to his scalp, Connor's very relaxed by now and his head lulls back against my chest. I was a little disappointed to discover most of the perspiration had evaporated from his forehead because that was a sexy look. The stool is low, without a back, so the top of his head just comes up to my chin. I lean my head down and inhale his clean hair smell. More head massages, Connor doesn't question it, he seems to enjoy it totally, so I massage his bare shoulders too. What fantastic skin, same pale skin tone, so smooth and hairless with not a single blemish. He's wearing shorts that reach almost to his knees. Below the knees the rest of his long thin legs have only some sparse short hairs low on his calves. The fine dark hairs there look more like the hair on his head than the curly pubic-like hairs that many guys have on their legs. His long narrow feet are in flip flops, his toes almost as nicely formed as mine. I smiled thinking how much Chubby would love to suck those digits. Then I think, "He rode a bike all the way over here wearing flip flops?" The massage was now on his biceps and then down further on his arms where I squeezed his forearms, his wrists, and even his hands. It was like we held hands for a few seconds. Connor mumbles, "This feels real nice Dylan, thanks." I took that as an invitation to do more.

I squeezed his hands again, nice hands with long fingers and clean fingernails, like his toes actually. I move to do some more on his scalp now, then massage the back of his neck and rub down his bare sides. His shoulders shuddered and goose bumps came and went on his forearms. I got my arms around him then and hugged him with my head down beside his. In his ear I whisper, "You feel good, Connor. I like your body, dude." He took a big stuttering breath and said, "You can have all of it, Dylan... you know that. I've got the biggest crush on you, it hurts sometimes." I hug him harder and quietly say, "That's so flattering, Connor. Damn, I think you're uber cool too, but you know I have a boyfriend, right?" He says, "I know. Rob Dickers... Robby... like you call him. I had a class with him last year. He's probably the best looking kid I've ever seen so I can understand why you'd want him as your boyfriend." I go, "It's more than just his looks, Connor," and I do a nice ten second kiss on the side of his face. I can see Connor's boner poking up his pants and now I'm getting a hard on too. Wanting to get away from the "crush" and "boyfriend" talk I get a little more energetic and say, "Hey! What happened to that dominant Connor who fucked me in the basement supply room at the high school? Where'd he go?" I was standing up again, just doing a casual massage of his shoulders now. He turned his head a little and said, "I'm up for that if you want, but I like this better. If that's okay with you, that is." Of course it's okay with me. I say, "Sure. What kind of haircut do you want?" He asks, "Do you think I'd look good in a buzzcut?" I hesitate, then say, "Well sure. You'd look good in any haircut, but why go so short?" "It's for work," he says, "In the restaurant if you have a buzzcut you don't need to wear a hair-net or hat when handling food." "Buzz cut it is," I mumble.

Getting the clippers, I ask, "Quarter inch, third of an inch, or half an inch?" He goes, "I believe in moderation so I'll take the middle one." I attached the proper guide and flicked on the clippers. Barber clippers sound cool. With an arm around his neck I leaned my head down and said, "How 'bout a taste of your lips first." Connor turned his head immediately and I put my lips on his. Ohhh, what sexy lips he has. We kissed with our lips, then I sucked his upper lip in between mine before running my tongue over the outside of his teeth. Connor went, "Mmmm. You make me stupid hot, Dylan. Why is that?" I sucked his lips, my tongue went into his mouth as I was trying to say, "I don't know." My cock's hard now so I need to pull myself together real quick like, but he tastes so good and he's so pretty. With just the tip of my tongue I do little licks up his face and around to his ear. Into his ear goes my tongue; I nip at his ear lobe, then suck his ear till it's dripping spit. The fine silky hairs from the side of his head were in my mouth too, they were wet and sticking to Connor's ear and to his cheek in front of his ear..

Gasping for breath, I go, "You're so sexy, Connor!" He's moaning, "Oohhh, this feels nice, Dylan. Can I be your boyfriend too?" Damn, back to the boyfriend thing. I straightened up and say, "You are my boyfriend and I'm yours." He goes, "I know what you're saying, we're boys and we're friends. And you know I'm saying something else." I quietly go, "Please don't, Connor," and run the clippers up the back of his head. A thousand beautiful hairs cascade off the back of my hand and down his bare back onto the tile floor. Up the back of his head go the clippers again leaving behind one third inch stubs of dark brown hair; it's not wavy any longer. The wavy hairs are on the floor. As I'm doing a third run up the back he goes, "Ewww, that feels short! Did I make a bad choice?" Hairs are falling against my hand by the hundreds and the contrast of the buzzed hair with the long uncut hairs is striking. I say, "It's pretty short but hair grows back, it'll be fine. You'll like it when you get used to it. I used to have a buzz cut and maybe I will again." Then I told him about how cool Alex looks with his new buzz. Connor goes, "Oh man, you're making me feel better already." Then I hugged his head again, Connor's another boy with that great erotic personal scent about him. He moved his head around so our lips could meet once more and we were into a hot make out; the clippers the only sound in the room other than wet sucking sounds from our mouths.

Maybe the haircut had something to do with it, maybe not; all I know is I'm ridiculously aroused by this whole Connor scenario. His cuteness, his niceness, his bare torso with his sexy natural scent, his submissive posture sitting there while I cut most of his hair off, and his general anxiousness to go along with whatever I want to do with him... the combination gets me so turned-on I'm dizzy. My cock ached inside my shorts, it's stretched to the max, the head wet and throbbing, poking out a tent in my lap. What the hell's going on here? Okay, maybe it's as simple as me being totally horny and totally into fucking Connor, and the sooner the better. And maybe it's that I've been on the receiving end almost exclusively for so long now, and I love that, but right now I'm wicked hungry to get my cock up another boy's ass. Shaking my head to clear it, I turn the clippers off and take a big breath trying to focus my eyes. Jesus, I'm so aroused by this situation, I can hardly think straight. I grunt out, "Stand up, Connor... please. I need to fuck you now. We'll finish the haircut later." He says, "Oh god! Oooh, I really want it from you! Do me, Dylan, I'm really ready." He stands up, he's jittery as I get my fingers inside the waistband of his shorts pulling him around the stool to where I'm standing, "Get over here!" He stumbles around the stool as our arms clutch for each other, our bodies thump together, our mouths do too and it's a bit of a feeding frenzy. Teeth against teeth, tongue against tongue, lips sucking, our spit shining around our mouths and chins... this is nuts! He tastes so good!

It's like the perfect storm of matching desires, I want to shove my cock up his ass and he desperately wants me to do that; everything we do turns both of us on equally. My hands are on the back of his head feeling the stubble and then moving into the luxurious longer, wavy hair at the side of his head. We were like wild things involved in the make-out of the century. I'm gasping now, pulling my head away from Connor, we're both gulping air looking into each other's eyes, Connor's with a questioning look; and then right back together again, licking each other's mouth and sucking and kissing. Finally I get a fistful of his longer hair on the top of his head and shake one time to get his attention, "Stop for a second, Connor!" Panting, his pink tongue licks around his lips, one of his hands gropes at his crotch while the other is still holding onto the back of my neck; he looks at me, his eyes big, his chest heaving. Two seconds go by, I feel myself getting a little bit of control back and give a thought to the lubricant in the half bath, then reject the idea. I finally say, "Turn around now and pull your pants down, I can't wait to get my cock in you." He nods, gulps, and then does his little smile; smiling is second nature to Connor. I smile back, then pull his head to me with that fistful of hair and kiss him gently on the lips saying, "Someone is going be so lucky having you as their boyfriend, Connor. You're very special." One more quick kiss and I say again, "Turn around now, Connor. Go ahead, and get your pants down." Another nod and he's pulling his pants down as he's turning.

As soon as I pull my shorts down past my balls, six inches of boner comes right up against my belly. His shorts are down and he's turned around... what a great bare ass too! I massage both cheeks, he says, "Oh yeah," as he leans forward gripping the seat of the stool in front of him. Oh, what a nice ass... I put my finger in my mouth to load it with spit then push it inside him to find his prostate like Robby did to me last Monday. Connor moans, "Ooooh, I'm gonna cum," as I rub against that spot inside him. I say, "Hold off the feeling, Connor. Keep your hands on the seat, okay?" I rub inside his hole some more. His ass is in constant motion now, his body squirming all over, his sphincter muscle closing around my finger as I twirl the pad of my finger around and over that sensitive prostate gland. He's now going "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" but pushing his ass out towards me as he's saying each "Ah!" I reach around with my other hand to fondle his cock which is about the size of mine and just as hard, and it's dripping like mine too. Connor's getting close to cumming, he's going, "Um, um, um!" That's his new mantra. My finger comes out of his ass, I pull my dripping cock down level with his quivering anus and hump just the head inside him. His body tenses and then a little, "Ow!" slips out of his lips. I push in two more inches, he says, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

My cock already feels awesome, I'd forgotten exactly how hot it is to fuck a boy. I say, "Hold off if ya can, Connor," as I moved my hips back, pulling out of his ass. Connor mutters, "Nah, nooo!" I say, "I just want to get our shorts off," and squat down to pull his shorts down around his ankles so he can step out of them. Then I take mine off and rub his buttocks asking, "Has your dick calmed down yet?" He goes, "A little, but it felt so good having your cock up my ass! Stick it in Dylan, will ya?" I want him to hold off his climax so I reach around and squeeze his nuts real hard. He goes, "Yeoooow! That hurt!" Mumbling, "Sorry!" I line up my boner and with the thumb and index finger of my other hand spread his ass cheeks apart. I spread them wide apart till his hole is stretching, then hump my hips and the head of my cock disappears up his ass. Oh, that felt good. Connor goes, "Ahh! Oh yeah, it feels good already, real good." He pushes back on my cock with no further mention of cumming. Getting my feet in between his, I spread his legs apart some more and pull his hips away from the stool, saying, "Wider, Connor... spread 'em out," and as he's doing that I push my cock all the way up his ass. Good god almighty! This feels so fucking great! Connor's feet are spread, and far enough from the stool, so he needs to keep both hands on the seat to keep from falling forward. There's an unmistakable feeling of dominance in this situation, Connor's fairly helpless in his position and I'm kind of liking this a lot. I grunt a few times biting my bottom lip, this is so cool. I ask, "How's that feel now, Connor?" He's huffing little, quick sounds, "Hoo, hoo, hoo!" then says, "It's the best feeling ever... swear to god it's awesome!" My arms go around his waist and I pull him back into me almost picking his feet off the floor now, he goes up on his toes, and my cock slides in a little bit further. Connor sounds almost like he's crying, saying, "Fuck me, Dylan, fuck my ass!" I hold us together like this for a few seconds moving my hips around just loving the feel of my cock so far up inside him. Connor keeps flexing his gluteus maximus muscle which is a damn big muscle in his buttocks area and I'm thinking that all his bike riding has probably worked this big muscle out some, and as a by product of the exercise it can be a factor increasing pleasure during fucking... oh boy, this rocks! It sure as hell felt fabulous on my boner. I slowly retracted my cock till just the neck of the head was caught at his sphincter, hesitated a second, then pushed all the way back in. Connor goes, "Ahhhhhh, ohhhh, ahhh!" as he flexed his ass muscle on my cock and already I was seeing flying dots in the air.

My nuts were rolling around in my scrotum churning up spunk as I retracted my boner and pushed it back up his ass again. I did it fairly slowly two more times before it was a totally smooth ride. Then, setting him fully back on the floor and cupping a hand on either side of his shoulders, I got a good rhythm going fucking his ass steadily with five inch strokes up and then back down in that tight rectum, over and over, biting my lip to keep from moaning with pleasure. Connor wasn't inhibited about moaning, he's going, "Mmmmm, ooooh, ahhh, yeah," while moving his head around, sounding slightly delirious actually. My cock was shiny with precum and ass juice as it slipped in and out of his anus fucking his asshole, hitting all the sensitive spots up there, and there are a lot of them. Obviously Connor loved every second of getting fucked; convenient for me because I'm not sure I could have stopped even if he was begging me to. This was just such a hot experience my body seemed to tingle all over. I can easily see the dominant aspect of being the top and it is a bit of a turn on, I gotta admit that. It's easy to see how Robby has taken to it so much. I can appreciate both positions actually, top and bottom... dominant and submissive. Sex rocks like nothing else on earth!

Even though I was willing myself to hold off my climax, it was building up quickly; it wouldn't be long. Connor's constant, "Ooh, ooh, ohh!" with every hump up his ass became, "Aaahhh! I'm cumming! Aaaaaahhhh!" He lurched his hips forward and goes, "Eeeeeeeee!" as cum rolled up from his nuts and flew out the slit in the head of his cock. I heard cum splatter the spokes of the stool. He was humping his hips so much he almost pulled off my boner. With another, "Aaaahhh!" his sphincter tightened to an amazing degree as his hips humped forward pulling on my cock. It felt so incredible it had me scrunching my face, grunting, "Ahhh, yeah!" and then blasting cum up his ass. So much cum in one stream, it felt like I was peeing, but just for an instant. Then the fabulous climax sensations shot all around my pelvis spreading out to make my toes curl in my sandals, goose bumps pop up on my arms, and my scalp tingled like static electricity. My shoulders shook, my ass muscles tightened and with another grunt I fired a second blast of cum up his ass. Connor leaned forward, moaning, and rested his forehead on the back of his hands, his ass in the air with my cock firmly implanted in it. He was quietly murmuring, "Oh my god! Oh my god! What a feeling! Oh, that climax!" My own climax had my head twitching and my eyes blinking. It was a fabulous fuck, we may never do it again this perfectly. A coincidence of hitting the right notes at just the right time which we probably will never duplicate, but we'll try to I imagine. Connor mumbles, "I feel funny, Dylan... like I'm going to faint or something." My cock is still up his ass, I rub his back quietly saying, "You probably just need oxygen, breathe steadily, don't gulp the air." He says, "Oh that was so fabulous.. I don't care if I do faint." I knew he'd be alright, it's just he had sensory overload from that huge climax.

I hump his ass a few times because it feels so good doing it, my boner sliding so easily in my spunk. I gave some thought to going for a second climax but this might have been Connor's first time getting fucked and I don't want to over do it and maybe ruin it for him. Pulling my dick out was not fun, but out it came. His anus was distended, cum rolled out with my cock and then drooled down the inside of his thighs. Connor kept his head on his hands as I massaged his ass cheeks again wondering if he's ever been fucked before. I couldn't get that weird idea out of my head that maybe he and his freckled friend, Joe Perkins, were sexually involved. I wouldn't be thrilled to discover that Joe had his dick up Connor's ass before me. I know, I know... who do I think I am? It's just that I like the thought that I got Connor's cherry and, maybe more importantly, that he wouldn't let someone as unattractive as Joe fuck him. It's stupid I guess, but it's what I was thinking. There's no way I can ask him; Connor would have to mention it on his own and there certainly hasn't been the slightest indication that Joe's even gay, never mind him fucking Connor. I gotta remind myself sometimes that only one boy in ten is gay, and less than that are sexually active at our age. That's a weird thought and made me feel lucky that I got started early on this gay sexual superhighway. I moved up next to Connor and rubbed the buzzed part of his hair. It looked so strange next to the longer hairs. I quietly asked, "You okay, Connor?" He nodded that he was. I squeezed the back of his neck and said, "Come on over to the recliner and sit with me a while. That was quite a high you and I were on, we need to come back down to earth." I kind of got my hands on either side of his bare chest, lifting a little to encourage him to stand up which he did.

On the way to the recliner I scooped up the haircut cape Connor chose not to use and folded it over a few times for Connor to sit on so cum wouldn't drool out onto the recliner. We got all snuggly then, my arm under Connor's neck; he was docile as all get out, lying against my side. We were quiet, I looked over and noticed strings of Connor's cum hanging from the spokes of the stool. Wow, he shot out a lot of spunk... gotta remember to clean that up. Connor's totally naked and all I've got on is my T-shirt and we should have felt a little awkward about that, but somehow we didn't. I casually took notice of Connor's dick, soft now and looking remarkably like mine. We have twin dicks but his is surrounded by dark pubic hair while mine is bare. Of course Connor knew I shaved my pubes from the two times we've had sex before this. His head was against my shoulder, his soft hair tickling my chin. This kid smells good, like I said, and I did a subtle inhale wondering how many other guys appreciate the unique scents of some boys. Connor's quite special alright, yet there's also something vulnerable about him, something about the way he's cuddling with me on this recliner. Or, I don't know, I can't put my finger on it exactly, but obviously he has no home life, no parents, no siblings, no family he can count on at all, and yet he still puts on a face to the world like everything is fine. Always the smiling and joking Connor Neary, but it's got to be an act, doesn't it? Maybe he wants someone to, I don't know, take care of him or something. Maybe that's why he's so willing to go along with whatever I suggest. Maybe it makes him feel someone cares about him. Finally I say, "Connor, would you like something to drink or something to snack on or something?" He quietly says, "I like this." Meaning, I guess, our cuddling. Hmmm? What's the right thing to do here? I can't lead him on, that would be wrong.

Oh man! Okay, here goes; quietly I say, "Ah, Connor... Um, we just had as hot a sexy time as I, personally, can remember having. It's just that I don't want you to misunderstand anything. Us cuddling like this is sort of what boyfriends do where usually so-called fuck buddies, like us two, don't get into cuddling all that much. You know that, right?" I said it so that by the end I was in kind of a light, almost joking manner. I didn't want to offend him or embarrass him. Connor goes, "Oh no! You can forget that rap, we're boyfriends, you said we were." I go, "Connor!" putting a lot of emphasis on the second syllable. He chuckles and says, "I'm kidding you, Dylan. Yeah, I know fuck buddies don't cuddle. Jeez Dylan, I'm not an idiot. I just want to enjoy the moment, okay? I still got a crush on you even though you rejected me as a boyfriend. Let me enjoy the fact that I just got fucked by the kid who I got a big crush on! And it was my first time too, so it's even more special because my first time was with you as a top and as a bottom. And it was awesome both ways, and now I'm being hugged by the boy I have this big crush on because he feels sorry for me and I'm milking that for all I'm worth... so how do ya like that?" I say, "Oh brother, give me a break," because he was obviously not being totally serious. He goes on, "And said crush boy is concerned that everything is all right with me, which is so nice of him... so I'm feeling uber good. But yes, I know you and Rob are boyfriends and you and me are fuck buddies, I got all that Crush Boy I'm down with it, I get it." He said everything in the same lighthearted manner I'd used at the end of my little speech like it was a joke, but he meant a lot of it too. I'd heard him sneak in the first time part, of course, which was significant and I felt real good about that part. Even so, I was keeping it light when I lied, "I knew you got it, Connor. I knew that! I was teasing you, before you were teasing me." He says, "Were not!" Then he says, "Did I tell you about the eighty year old lady who bursts into the rec room of the retirement home and announces, 'Anybody who can guess what I have in my fist can have any kind of sex they want with me tonight!' An elderly gentleman says, 'An elephant.' The woman thinks for just a second then replies, 'Close enough!' I go, "No, I don't believe you told me about her. What about her?" He says, "You're a funny prick, ain't ya?" I hugged him really tightly for a second and he snuggled into my side a little more.

Over the next fifteen minutes or so Connor told me a number of jokes off the top of his head, some were funny, some not so much. After a bit, I felt so comfortable with him I just came out with it, "Is Joe gay?" Connor moves his head around to give me this expression of amazement, and says, "Surely you jest! Joe Perkins, gay? Ewww, yuck! No, he's not gay! He's a good kid though, don't get me wrong... especially if you don't make the mistake of looking at his nose." I say, "There's something wrong with his nose?" like I hadn't noticed. Connor goes, "See, you're too nice a guy to hold someone's appearance against them, like I just did." I rolled my eyes but let that drop. We talked about college in the fall and about our senior year of high school. We did not talk about his personal situation at home or about his mother's problems.

After another half hour or so I screwed Connor again, in the recliner this time. It went on for a good twenty minutes and was fabulous. Connor finally stopped going "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" and went, "Ahhh, Dylan! I'm cumming again! Ahhh..." and he shot some spunk onto the barber cape. He probably thought it would be a lot more spunk considering how hot it felt, but we'd had our first climaxes less than a hour ago. Then I had my second climax a few minutes later and it was hot too, just nothing like the heat of our earlier fuck; that one is definitely in my top five climaxes... so far. Bet we never duplicate it though, beginners luck. Even if we don't, I'm crazy about Connor. I'm crazy about him as a friend and a fuck buddy, but I'm not at all sure he's being totally honest with me about his understanding of where we stand, relationship-wise. Also, I think he has a lot of hurt he's hiding inside, hurt caused by a lack of love and support in his almost non-existent family life.

We finally got off the recliner and put our shorts back on. Connor put a padding of toilet paper in his Jockey shorts to absorb the drooling cum. I wasn't wearing underpants, a first for me and I kind of liked it. For some reason it made me think of the silk girly underpants Willie insisted I wear and how hot he thought that was. I finished Connor's haircut and he sure looked different when it was done. When I first knew him his hair was almost as long as a girl's hairdo. I used to say, kiddingly, "Don't you ever get a haircut, Connor?" Then he cut it himself one day, just cut off two inches off all around his head; his hair was still below his ears and over his collar afterward and I ragged him about that too. And now this buzz cut, so it's an incredible change from the first time I saw him. Lucky for Connor, he, like Chubby and Dodger has a perfectly shaped head and a good straight hairline so the buzz cut looks good on him, it looks sexy actually. Like I said though, Connor would look good with almost any haircut. We got goofy afterward, Connor riding his bike to the convenience store with me on the handle bars, cars honking at us, drivers yelling out the window that we should "Grow the fuck up! Act your age!" Ha ha! We bought sodas and soft pretzels and finished them off sitting on the bench at the same bus stop I use every day for work. It was a nice time and made me think, "Connor's going to Merrimack Collegein the fall too." Hmmmm... possibilities galore!

The Fourth of July celebration was fun and the food was great and there was lots of it. Chubby and I ran into our moms at the homemade pie and cake booth. They treated us to dessert. Chubby and I shared a piece of Apple pie and a big slice of chocolate cake with butter cream icing. Tris said, "You boys share everything, don'tcha?" Chubby said to me, "Don't get your cooties on my fork, Dylan!" and then to show off we exchanged forks and finished our desserts. Mom and Tris made a face, shaking their heads. We explained how Chub and I aren't germaphobes! Walking around a little with the moms after dessert I asked Mom, "How's Jake doing, Mom?" She says, "Funny you should ask that, Honey. He's been acting odd lately, like there's a problem. He asks me if everything is okay and I tell him it is, but he still seems out of sorts." I go, "Really?" Mom mutters, "Oh boy, I hope he's not thinking I'm too old for him," and I go, "Don't be silly, Mom. You don't look as old as you are." She chuckles, looks at Tris shaking her head again, rolling her eyes, like what are ya gonna do? The moms had to leave shortly after that to get ready for work. I'm thinking "I give my Mom a boost in morale and she chuckles and shakes her head! Can't figure adults out at all!"

Chubby and I met up with a big group of our high school classmates and we roamed the grounds making fun of stuff and generally creating havoc acting like ten year olds. Later than night a group of us watched the fireworks at the high school, drinking beers from coke cups and smoking... both against the rules, but we already graduated so screw the rules. Later, laying together in the recliner, Chubby and me caught the end of the fireworks on television from the esplanade on the Charles River. The huge Pops concert is playing the 1812 Overture while fireworks explode; it was spectacular! It was cool hangin' with Chubby too. Mary Jo and her family left for Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire this morning to start their two weeks vacation. I'll have Chubby all to myself for two whole weeks which is great on the one hand and not so great on the other. With both Dodger and Chubby at loose ends, how are Robby and me ever going to be able to sneak away? It's always something! Taking a deep breath Chubby asked, "Ya need your feet massaged, Dylan?" That led to some toe sucking and sniffing, feet licking and rubbing and it felt good although I didn't spring a boner or anything. Chubby did of course, I was hoping he'd get off or want us to jerk each other off, but no dice. He's exerting his will power to the extent he can, desperate to prove he's straight with just a minor inconvenience... his foot fetish. Now he refuses to allow himself to blow a load over his fetish like he really, really wants to. Poor kid, but I gotta let him discover himself, himself.

Laying around the condo Sunday morning thinking about getting up to start our Sunday breakfast tradition, my cell phone rings... it's Jake. He's very sober and very polite this time. Good thing I brought the topic of him up to my Mom yesterday. I repeated what Mom told me and he was baffled, but happy. He goes, "Christ! I'm causing the problem myself by worrying about a nonexistent problem! Thanks, Dylan, I owe ya one. Oh, by the way, you didn't mention our talk, did ya?" I go, "No way, Jake. It's a guy thing." He signed off in a good mood and I got up to go for coffees. We had our usual excellent Sunday morning breakfast with our moms, fixed by Chubby and me of course, and I felt real good about things in general. Chubby and me went for a run and hung out together after that, watching the Red Sox. Laying in the recliner my mind wandered; I was thinking how Connor works both Saturdays and Sundays, which is why I didn't see him at the July Fourth affair and I thought about him and me and Friday night. I also thought about how I gotta watch myself, I'm susceptible to temptations and topping Connor had been hotter than I expected it to be so that's a temptation. Robby's still going to want to mostly stay in that top position when we have sex and now that I've had this recent taste of it, I kinda like being a top too. It's not like I've never fucked a guy before; in the past I've fucked Willie a few times and Robby a few times. Now maybe I get to fuck Connor... strictly as a fuck buddy, ya know? Is that wrong? Should I mention it to Robby? And is it even fair to Connor if I did mention it to Robby? Damn! Life is messed up sometimes, still... I sure liked doing the fucking. Hmmm.......

to be continued...

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