************ DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 11 ************
Chapter 0ne
Things are a little different down here on earth now. Recently I've had to switch things around up there in fantasy land... change an item from the fantasy column over to the reality column... ya know why, because I just fucked Robbie Dickers. He almost made it seem like I was doing him a favor too... if you can believe that. Afterward I finished cutting his flattop haircut and we joined Chubby and Dodger outside. I lit a cigarette as soon as I was on the steps and Robbie asked for one too... his hand was a little bit shaky. Since we'd had that sex together he's been looking at me with these big wide eyes like I'm something special. It's a strange feeling having someone looking up to me like that. Robbie's brother, Dodger, always says to me "you're the coolest boy I've ever met" but it never feels like he's awed by me in any way. Quite the opposite... even though I'm a year and a half older then Dodger he comes across as being at least my equal, and usually he seems to be a step up from my inexperienced naive self. I can't imagine Dodger "looking up" to anyone actually... he's a super cute, confident kid alright. Robbie, not so much... oh, Robbie's cute alright, but he's quite shy and not especially confident about everything like Dodger is. Robbie has always been super friendly towards me, but now, after I fucked him, it appears he's put me up on a pedestal or something. The whole situation is weird. In the first place, it's always seemed odd to me that Robbie would act shy or lack self-confidence... I mean, he's wicked popular at school, and co-captain of the baseball team and all that, but apparently that hasn't registered with him because he insists on acting "unworthy" or something like that around me
We were outside smoking as those thoughts drifted through my head. Everyone was joking around with the usual friendly put-downs and insults except I notice Robbie sort of hanging right next to me and deferring to me about everything. It gave me a little jazzy buzz at first, like for once I was the dominant boy in a relationship... ya know. Well, actually... in any sexual relationship between Robbie and me I guess right now I am the dominant partner because he's a complete novice where gay sex is concerned. Hey, maybe those guys at Willie's prep school have been right all along about the dominant/submissive stuff. Willie is the dominant one between him and me because he has all the experience... not to mention he has the car and the gay friendships and all of everything else too. If I was dominant with Willie it'd be sorta like the tail wagging the dog. But between Robbie and me, I'm the experienced one and that feels kinda cool to be completely honest.
As we were messing around I got Robbie in a headlock and surprise, surprise... he was real docile for me, going along with whatever I wanted without struggling at all... he'd just gotten his hair cut of course, so I took this opportunity to nookie the top of his head with my knuckles. It's the kind of thing we all use to do to the younger kids who just got a haircut. We did it to them because ... well, because we could. Robbie is stronger than me, but he went along with the nookie as if he were still a little kid and I was the big kid, grinning like crazy all the while. It gave me half a boner that he'd just let me do with him what I wanted. After I let him go, we piled into the pick-up truck to go for ice cream and I felt a little flash of concern... you know, thinking that maybe I might have a hidden tendency to be a bully. I didn't like that picture of myself at all. I felt bad that I'd treated Robbie like a little kid, although he did seem to like me paying attention to him... any kind of attention apparently. As he drove I tried to read his facial expression and after a bit he glanced over at me and did a shy grin and looked away quickly... like I use to do with the Marine. Damn! I don't want to be anything like the Marine.
During the ride Dodger and Chubby never stopped yelling over top of each other about who's the most valuable Red Sox player this year so I thought some more about this recent Robbie situation and it suddenly occurred to me that at times I've look at Willie the same way Robbie now looks at me. It startled me to realize that fact, but I'm sure it's the same look. And then, a few seconds later I remembered a similar thing occurring back when I was hooked on fat Carl way back when. I'd give him the same look too, a look of what? ... admiration, or devotion, or what? I don't know for sure, but I suppose it's something along those lines. I remembered that I'd defer to Carl openly while looking at him with those big eyes... like he was my idol. Yeah, maybe that's the way to describe it... my idol... my hero. The sex and everything that went along with it was brand new to me back then and I was infatuated with it and by extension infatuated with Carl, I guess. So yeah... I looked at Carl back then with those wide eyes and a humbleness, much the way Robbie has been looking at me ever since I fucked him. You can call it what you'd like but I think back then it was simply Carl being the dominant party in our relationship. Hmmmm, I guess I'll need to be the dominant party in Robbie and my relationship too... certainly in the early going anyway. Carl at times had manipulated things at times to make it look differently, but in the end he always remained the dominant one between us. And Willie is doing the same thing with me now. What am I to make of all this... maybe that this is just the order of things... the way it needs to be, like Carl and Larry have said all along. Common sense tells me otherwise, but the reality of it appears to be staring me in the face.
We were all waiting in line at the Dairy Queen... Robbie right beside me purposely bumping into my side every now and then, and giving me the shy grin and those adoring eyes. It can be very flattering and possibly addictive... it also makes me feel protective of him, and I guess I felt a little bit like a big shot too. It's only natural... that's what I tell myself as I smile back at him confidently. Later, eating our ice cream cones alone, away from Chubby and Dodger, Robbie whispered, "You're so awesome, Dylan. Ever since you asked me to write for the school newspaper my life has been so much fun... it's because of you. Do you think there's any way we can, you know... do that again? I bet no one could do me as good as you, Dylan." His free hand was constantly touching some part of my body and he stayed in my space, almost on top of me. He was getting me aroused. I thought, "Oh my God, this is so fantastic! Robbie Dickers might be in love with me." It was a little bit overwhelming because, understandably, I wasn't sure how to handle the situation at all. I didn't even know what to say... I kept giving him smiles and smirks and head nods. In retrospect, I was a jerk to do that...I should have been trying to clarify our relationship by telling him he was awesome too, and that I'm almost as inexperienced at fucking as he is, and that we're just two gay buddies enjoying ourselves with a bit of gay sex. I should have made it out to be more of an equal partnership rather than me pretending to be some smug know-it-all. It came on me too fast though, and hell... like I said, I felt like a big shot at first which was a unique, cool experience for me.
Truth is, I need to have a good, long talk with Robbie when we're alone. Explain that we'll explore our sexuality together... no one should be more in-charge than the other. In the meantime he was still on top of me and there were kids all around us so I was uncomfortable with it and said, "please back off me a little, Robbie". His face immediately turned red and he became very contrite, saying, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I'm new at this, don't be mad. You need to tell me what to do." It all reminded me of... well, of me... the way I was some months ago. Man, this is weird. I told Robbie he was doing fine, but just cool it when others are right around us... we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. He nodded his head and said, "Yeah, oh yeah, Dylan. I'm sorry. You're right. Is this OK?" He meant the distance between us. I said, "Hey, I'm not trying to boss you around Robbie. Just be yourself, dude... and you don't need to say you're sorry every two minutes either. We're cool. And, you're awesome Robbie. That was so much fun in the powder room. Thanks for trusting me." Oh my God, he had even bigger eyes for me now, and a humble expression on his face to go with the eyes... he whispered "Thank you, Dylan. You're so nice and I, er... I think you're wicked cute too, if that's OK to say. Just tell me when I'm fucking up, OK. I learn quick." I squeezed the back of his neck and thanked him for the compliments, but I added that he was much cuter then me and that I was the one who felt lucky to be his friend. Then I gently suggested we put all this mutual admiration society stuff on hold for awhile. He looked chastised again, and again I felt I handled everything all wrong. I should be doing better with this because it's all reminded me of things I've done and said with Willie recently.
Basically, I need to do a hell of a lot of thinking about all this... I don't want to screw it up any more then I already have. I feel wildly lucky to have both Willie and Robbie to explore the world of gay sexual pleasures with. Robbie and me will learn together, and with Willie I'll learn from him. At this particular time I'm definitely not telling Willie about Robbie, or Robbie about Willie... it may be selfish of me, but I don't care right now... I can't give either one of them up. I'm positive Willie would say I can't keep Robbie, so for now at least I'm not telling anyone about anything. If my conscience gets to be a problem I'll confess to Willie and accept his punishment because I'm in love with him. But hell, Robbie might lose interest in me in a week or two anyway, so for now I'll enjoy this... it's the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. What I needed to do right now though is to get Robbie and me over with Chubby and Dodger... that way maybe Robbie will begin interacting with me in a more casual, which is to say, normal manner.
Robbie was right on my heels as I headed toward the picnic table our home boys were holding court at. Dodger was telling corny jokes, Chubby was chatting up two of his girls from school. How does he know so many girls? Willie calls girls that hang with gay guys "fag hags", but these girls don't think Chubby's gay so I guess that moniker doesn't apply to them. Dodger was giving examples of how compliments can back-fire on ya... he goes, "An older woman standing nude looking in the bedroom mirror says to her husband... 'I look old, fat and ugly. I really need to have you pay me a compliment to make me feel better about myself, dear'. The husband says... 'Well, let me think. Oh yeah! your eyesight is near perfect for someone your age". I groaned and lit a cigarette as Robbie leaned against me. He felt nice so screw it, I decided to enjoy him this way and worry about changing him later. After a bit we were all getting bored with the Dairy Queen scene so we headed back to the car. Robbie and me got there first and he says, "Do ya think you could kiss me like you did before?" He was so sweet, goddamn I was getting a boner. We kissed, but only for three or four seconds. Under the circumstances it felt too dangerous... someone would see us. As it turned out, Chubby and Dodger didn't show up for five more minutes anyway. Robbie spent that time telling me about his crush on me, going way back to the end of our sophomore year. Like I've already said, it was so flattering, and then I got this great swelling of emotional feelings for Robbie. He's so easy to like... I wonder if love actually might be wandering around someplace.
Robbie dropped Chubby and me off at our condos and then drove himself and Dodger home. We sat outside on the steps and smoked as Chubby laughingly told me things that Dodger had been doing and saying during the evening. As I listened, I was thinking to myself... thank God Chubby isn't telling me about Dodger fucking anyone in a swimming pool. Later in bed, while contemplating this latest development with Robbie something else occurred to me... I really need to find out what kind of sex life he and Dodger have together. The North twins came to mind immediately, another stiff boner popped-up while thinking about three-way possibilities... me and the North twins next summer, and how about me and the Dickers brothers sometime soon. Jesus! It's a good thing I got my rocks off fucking Robbie earlier tonight or I'd surely be jerking-off as I lay here in bed thinking about those three-ways... oh my god are those some hot thoughts! That made me think of when Chubby and me first got dropped off, we talked a little bit about our vacation, reminiscing and adding some exaggeration to the things we did... building up the outrageous North brothers and their over-the-top goosing and the like while swimming and horsing around in the ocean. Thinking about that now made me wonder about the ball crunching and goosing that my buddy Chubby participated in with me and the North twins, and at the pool with the Dickers brothers too. Chubby never seems shy about cupping and squeezing boys' balls... I know for a fact he's massaged mine in the pool and the ocean any number of times. And, I know he's felt my boners as a result too, just as I've felt his at times while swimming, and obviously when we jerked each other off too... so why the recent reversal of intimacy between him and me all of a sudden? It has to be connected to whatever is going on with him and Ricky... could it involve ALL the window washer boys? That doesn't seem likely... law of averages and all that. So many things to ponder! Getting tired, I concluded that this line of thinking is a dead-end at the moment so I went back to thinking about my "Robbie fuck" instead. Thinking about every step of fucking Robbie, but in truth the sex was so quick there wasn't a helluva' lot to think about. Good strong climax for both of us though, and the thrill of just being inside his asshole, and the thrill of his reaction to me being inside there was hot too. That rocked! Then lastly, as usual of late when I finally fell asleep it was while thinking about Willie. Tonight it was how cute and generous and good to me Willie is, and how guilty I felt about cheating on him. Then, the realization that I might not be able to do much more of the cheating because I truly am in love with Willie. Damn! that was a surprisingly disappointing conclusion... perhaps, more of Chubby's style of rationalization
is in order here.
DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 11
Chapter two
Next morning and off to work I go. I have Chubby's and my swimsuits and towels because it's Wednesday and that means the Dicker's barbecue and pool party. During the bus ride this morning I split my contemplating between Willie and Robbie... thinking about fucking Robbie and worried Willie would somehow find out about it. The most likely way he'll find out is me telling him... confessing to him actually. Damn! Guilt complexes suck! All I can see is sweet Willie and all I can think about are the nice things he's bought me and the love he shows me and the fact that while he's ill now, I'm cheating on him ... geez, I'm a mess with this. On the other hand, Robbie is so hot... oh gosh! such a great ass on that kid. And, he expects me to fuck him tonight, I just know that's what he's planning. Dodger usually hangs with me at these pool parties though, and Robbie and Chubby are usually driving off for watermelon or a tank of gas or for the grille or something like that, so how are Robbie and I going to get to be alone long enough for sex? That's what I'd like to know. Of course, I shouldn't be doing the sex in the first place, Willie was quite specific about the fact I need to be faithful to him. Of course, there is that small detail about Willie spending a weekend getting fucked and spanked by Larry and Carl... yes, there is that little detail to consider. So maybe I'm not so bad after all. Chubby's rationalization techniques are so handy sometimes, but I can't lie to myself... my heart of hearts knows the truth. Well, like I said, I might not even get the opportunity to fuck Robbie this afternoon so why worry about it now.
Everyone I ran into seemed to be in good spirits, but I was mostly curious about Robbie's mood and I hadn't spotted him yet. Stashing the swim gear in my locker, exchanging mock insults with the college kids and then sauntering down to Robbie's locker to see what's up. He was standing there now... he had his back to me, pulling on the Dicker's Company T shirt... my Dunkin Donuts Styrofoam take-out cup of coffee on the bench behind him. "Yo, Robbie. Good morning, thanks for the coffee, dude." He whips around saying, "Dylan! Hi!" and he reaches out his arm to squeeze my arm with his left hand, his right hand patting my shoulder, big smile on his face. I felt like a celebrity. His eyes were shining, his teeth sparkling, his scent sexy, and he was all together one yummy gay boy, a yummy gay boy with a crush on me no less. Damn... it was so cool. Naturally I smiled back and while picking up my coffee I say, "You're looking good, like you always do." He blushed, looked away, and mumbled, "Thank you, Dylan". This wasn't like our old relationship ... it just wasn't. He was treating me like a big deal and he was acting like some sort of underling of mine. Even though it's wrong of me, I liked how it felt a little bit and decided... what's the harm of playing along for a while. I'll make sure I don't get too carried away. I drank some coffee, then said, "You can finish getting changed in a bit, for now sit down here and I'll do your massage". Robbie immediately dropped his shorts and sat down in his jockey underwear. I had to blow air quietly from my puffed-out cheeks because his immediate response to what I said kind of turned me on. He sat there patiently waiting for me to start. At first I just casually ran my fingers through his hair, it's like silk standing straight up off his head. Last night I'd cut the top down to just under an inch and a half... it really looked cool on him. Very boyish. I pushed on the back of his head and his head obediently bent forward... a little more pressure and his chin was pressing against his chest. I massaged his scalp with my fingertips for half a minute, then with the palm of my hand on his forehead I pulled his head back towards me and as I straightened-up behind him the back of his head ended-up against my crotch. He had his eyes closed and as soon as the back of his head leaned against my penis his own penis grew up to it's full four inches... he moaned softly through slightly parted perfectly formed, full rosy colored lips. There were a few minuscule perspiration dots on his upper lip where someday whiskers will probably grow. His shoulders quivered under my touch.
It's impossible not to acknowledge his beauty... yes, beauty. Robbie is as cute as it's possible to be and still look boyish, but his cuteness is different from, say... Willie's. Willie is really cute, but in a gosh-oh-gee, goofy kind of way with his longish head and cute longish nose with those freckles where his nose scrunches up when he grins or smiles or laughs. Willie's cute alright, but in a whole other category than Robbie. Robbie is pretty-boy cute... his facial features are near perfection and are all perfectly proportioned to each other. His eyebrows or eyelashes or chin, or pick any feature to put on another boy's face, and that one feature in concert with that boy's other average features, would be enough to qualify him as "cute". Willie will never be considered handsome as an adult man, but that's what Robbie will grow into eventually. By best bud Chubby is cute in a half-Robbie-half-Willie way, with the emphasis on Robbie's type of cuteness. I'd have to say that because certain parts of Chubby's face, under certain conditions, also appear to be of pretty-boy quality... although, actually Chubby is even more boyish looking than Robbie. Using my parameters for cuteness, I couldn't say where I stand in that regard, but some guys find me acceptable by their own cuteness parameters... everyone's are different, some are very different than mine I would imagine. Willie's parameters, for example, have me high up the cuteness scale... others parameters, not so much.
Whatever the parameters, Robbie would have to be included in anyone's evaluation of cuteness unless they're from another dimension or from a different species or something. I took another deep breath and exhaled quietly, calming myself down and then, a little bit roughly, again pushed his head forward... this time to massage his shoulders and the back of his neck and up the back of his head. Pushing on the back of his head pressed his chin into his chest like I had it earlier. Robbie was about as pliable as any strong, athletic boy could ever be. His docile behavior, his eagerness to please me, his cute, cute face all had me feeling very horny and hot. Forgetting the massage, I wrapped my arm around his head and pulled him backward while I leaned down to press the side of my face against the side of his. Couldn't help myself, he's always been delicious, but he's never said he was gay before... besides that, maybe I feel he's especially delicious today because I'd recently fucked him, or maybe he's especially delicious because of the deferential way he acts around me since we had that sex together or maybe it's everything about Robbie that's built-up in me for over a year, even before I knew I was gay I had a special interest in Robbie... I was drawn to him and the miracle has now happened.
Robbie leaned into me as our faces touched, he raised his arms back to give me a backward-hug. He turned his head so our faces slid against one another until the corners of our lips touched, and we kissed. I moved my head so that we were lips to lips and we did a wet sloppy kiss that had saliva spread from our chins to our noses. We quietly grunted and groaned like animals in heat... which is pretty much what we were. We moaned into each others mouth while rubbing our saliva drenched noses together like a couple of Eskimos. My cock was as hard as Robbie's and I thought to myself... the way he taste, the way he smells and the way his taut body feels.... he's so hot it's almost scary. It took a lot of willpower to pull away from our kiss, both of us breathing deeply. I grunted out, "We'll get busted for sure if we keep doing this here, Robbie" and then I put my mouth on his mouth again and we did a deep, tongue rubbing kiss that got both our cocks wet. I was looking right down at Robbie's four inch-er poking his jockey underwear straight up from his crotch with a one inch round wet spot marking the head. Out of nowhere an unbelievably strong urge came over me... I desperately wanted to suck his short, pretty cock. I wanted to suck it so bad I heard myself making a weird whining sound in my throat. That sound sort of snapped both of us out of our trances and we parted lips with a string of combined spit connecting our mouths momentarily before breaking off and drifting down around Robbie's chin. Robbie muttered, "Hold shit! You turn me on more than I ever fantasized was possible". In almost a whisper, I said, "We're getting crazy here Robbie, someone walks by and we're "outed" right here on the job... that would suck, dude. Let's get a fucking grip here Robbie... and, oh yeah man, I feel the same way about you"... then, unbelievably, we kissed again... how stupid can we get. This time Robbie pulled away like he was almost in pain and he grimaced out, "I almost cam in my underwear... oh, Dylan, I need some air" and we finally separated a little. I stepped back a step and Robbie stood up. We both were looking down the aisles for anyone who might be gawking at us, but it seems we'd been undetected. Both our faces were flush, I said, "Get dressed, Robbie. I'll meet you out at the pick-up." It was like neither of us knew what to say or how to act. This entire past ten minutes was wild and totally out of control. Man... are we ever dumb!
Taking my unfinished coffee I stumbled to my locker, groping my boner with every step... boners feel so good. Unlocking the door and, in a fog, pulling out my work clothes. I changed into the "Dicker's Lawn Service" T shirt and shorts, then went out to the pick-up thinking, "Damn, I'm so mixed-up with this new Robbie thing I forgot to get my massage". I need to get a grip on myself. Joel was leaning against the door of the pick-up so I put the cigarette away that I was going to light. He gave me a hard look and then an almost cordial greeting, "Morning, Newman. I like your earring." I was taken aback some by his unexpected civil behavior towards me, but I managed to mumble, "Good morning, Joel. Thank you, I got this earring in Wildwood." He nodded, looked around, and stepped over to me to put an arm around my neck, his face close to mine he says, "Sorry if I came on a little strong yesterday. You're doing OK of late, keep it up. I've got some things planned for our over-nighter that you'll enjoy. Believe me, you're going to understand yourself a whole lot better after our time together. OK? A week from Saturday, we'll leave directly from here to my place...". He handed me a three-by-five index card and said, "Here's the address so your parents know where you'll be. It's my duplex... the phone numbers on the back." I looked at the card dumbly, then put it in my back pocket... my mind totally screwed up. I couldn't adjust my thinking from the unbelievably hot scene with Robbie to this... this, insanity. He pulled my head next to his and hugged it against him quickly, then said, "This is a private thing between us, no one on the job is to know. Right?" I was having trouble following everything he said, he makes me so nervous, so uncomfortable. I coughed and he said again, "Alright?" so I gulped out, "Alright, Joel". He hugged my head against his jaw once more and said, "It'll be hard for you at first, I won't lie about that, but in the end you'll love it. Don't forget to get the haircut right before, no more than half and inch on top, and no body hair at all. Right, you got that?" I didn't know what else to say except, "Yes, Joel"... he goes, "I'm beginning to think you're gonna be real good at this, real good." one more squeeze and he sauntered away.
I lit a cigarette with shaky hands, took a big drag and then a big gulp of lukewarm coffee. My heart was pounding a bit too fast. That mystery deal with Joel is less than two weeks away... should I just go and get it over with once and for all? He seems to be getting nicer, he seems to actually like me a little bit. Maybe that's the best way to handle it... Willie will be in Maine that Saturday anyway, so I'll get this ordeal with Joel over with and we can be sort of friends after wards. I've got to work up the courage to ask a few questions, find out a little bit of what I can expect that night though. I gotta do at least that much before hand. I mean, obviously he's gay or bi, like the Marine, and he wants to fuck me because he thinks I've been teasing him into doing that... the idiot. I've been fucked by Carl and Larry and it felt pretty damn good, so maybe I can just chalk this up to experience. I know Joel doesn't have a huge cock like the Marine because I've seen him pee and, while his penis is bigger than mine, it's not by much. So, OK... maybe that's what I'll do and then I can stop worrying so much about him... about that overnight whatever it is.
Feeling good about making a decision, I finished my smoke and cigarette and wondered were the hell Robbie was. The pick-up was loaded and ready to go. I ran back inside to find him and almost collided with Robbie who was running out the door. I said, "Dude, where ya been?" and he blushed, saying... "I had to do Dodger's favorite activity because you got me so hot"... and he grinned shyly looking up at me with his eyes, his head down as he moved his fist back and forth in the universal sign for jerking-off. I laughed because of the way he was acting. "Dude, why didn't you invite me to do it for ya? We could have rocked-off together." A quick, spontaneous hug and we climbed up into the bed of the pick-up glancing at each other with grins on our faces like a couple of goof-offs. Damn, we got it bad! Two other guys from our crew joined us in the back of the pick-up... in front, Joel riding shot-gun and Toby driving. Off we went for a day of grass cutting, raking, and cleaning-up behind us. Not too hot so the morning went nicely. At lunch Robbie sat too close to me, but I couldn't say anything or it would draw attention to us. Toby told a joke halfway through lunch that at first we didn't realize was a joke.... Lisping badly, he goes, "Did you guys hear about Apple's latest product announcement? They're putting out breast implants now, and get this... the implants can store and play music. The iTit will cost $499 and up... depending on the cup size and the size of the speaker inside the tit." Joel interrupts, "That sounds like a load of bullshit, Toby" and Toby says, "No, it's not bullshit... it's a fucking joke, Joel" and he lisp on with the joke... "The iTit has been hailed as a major social breakthrough because woman are always complaining about men staring at their tits and not listening to them" Toby roared with laughter at his own joke and the rest of us groaned except Joel, who said, "Dumb joke, Toby! No one listens to women's tits, that's stupid". Most of us were biting our lip or doing that fake cough to cover-up a snorted laugh at Joel's expense ... what a numbnuts. He looked from one guy to the next trying to figure out what was going on. When he looked at me, I smile back at him and he nodded his head in approval. I'm thinking, "jesus... that's going to be a long over-nighter with him for sure. Maybe I better rethink this whole thing... try to come-up with an alternative plan rather then actually going through with it... a night and a day with Joel? Hmmm... maybe not such a good idea.
When Joel had given me the approving nod of his head, I went to grab my can of soda, but knocked it over instead. Quick as a flash Robbie jumps up and picks up the mostly empty can saying, "I'll get you a new one, Dylan" and before I can say anything he runs over to the cooler in the back of the truck, gets me a new drink, pops the tab on it, hands it to me, and then cleans up the spilled soda with paper towels he'd brought back with him from the truck. My mouth was hanging open watching him take care of me like he was my servant or something. He mopped up the spill with a handful of paper towels and peeked back at me... for approval? I mumbled, "thanks dude, I owe ya one". At the end of the day Robbie hustled up in the truck bed to make sure he was sitting next to me and then he sat too close, sneaking peeks over at me the entire ride. OK, we can get away with this behavior once, maybe two days in a row, but no more than that before someone says a comment about "fags" or something to that affect. I've got to talk seriously with Robbie.... but, god damn, I'd be lying if I said it didn't still give me a buzz. Man, I guess I can see how submissive behavior towards you can become addictive. It was kind of fun having Robbie acting this way... as if I was real special and he was trying to please. Like I said, I'll just play along with it for a little while, I won't let it go to my head like those guys do at Willie's prep school. Hiding a smile, I hit Robbie gently with my elbow, I leaned over and quietly said, "I got an itch at the center of my back, it's driving me crazy Robbie... give it a good scratch for me, will ya." Robbie hustled around, squirming past a lawn mower to reach my back. It was just a gag, I'm not taking this seriously. We'll be laughing about it in a few days probably both of us embarrassed by our behavior. Hell, we've only been gay buddies for twenty-four hours... we're getting use to the idea, that's all. "Ahhh, that feels good, Robbie. Think you can squeeze between those trash barrels now and get me a cold coke out of the cooler. That-a-boy..." To myself I'm thinking... ha ha ha, just having a little innocent fun seeing how committed Robbie is to his dominant sex partner. "Oh, thanks Robbie. Yuck! how bout wiping that can on your shirt or something, it's dripping wet. Thanks, that's good!" Robbie sat so close to me after that our sides touched all the way back to the shop. OK, I need to stop this and have a heart to heart talk with him... but fuck, it is fun.
Back at the shop Robbie and I are alone in the locker room, everyone else heads right for their cars after changing. It's Wednesday night, so that means after work I go to the Dickers house for a barbecue/pool party... Dodger and Chubby will be there before we get there. Robbie and me needed to wait until his mom and dad handle the paperwork and close up the shop for the day. While changing and picking-up the swimsuits I'm thinking about how to best discuss things with Robbie. I wander down to his locker just as he's closing it and, trying to sound casual, I say, "Hey Robbie, this is so much fun... being your gay buddy and all." He stands up right next to me, beamed at my comment and laid his head on my shoulder for a second, then quietly says, "Me too. It's better than I even imagined". I squeezed behind his neck and he straightened up to excitedly add, "Hey, lets not waste this time talking, Dylan. Let's make-out". That was a very enticing idea, but I said, "Look at me, Robbie." He looked me in the eyes with a worried expression and I right away assured him that everything was cool, "The only thing is, I think we better, ah...you know... we better try to stop acting like we're, ah... like we're love sick teenaged girls... heh heh, you know, when we're around each other". He looked real surprised and I go, "Dude, I'm included my behavior here too, I mean... I feel a little bit like a love-sick teen around you too, but we can't let on, we got to control our emotions some. OK...?" I really was concerned mostly about the way he was hanging all over me, but I didn't want to come right out and say that because it might hurt his feelings. Robbie didn't get defensive at all, he actually agreed that guys on the job would probably start to notice us soon enough and so he agreed not to be so lovey/dovey in public. But, to be funny, he then leaned over and licked across my mouth giving me a semi-stiffy. Robbie has this great attitude about everything we talked about. He's such a good guy... a guy's guy, not some fem acting guy. One of the things we discussed was my teasing him on the ride back here tonight... asking him to scratch my back and get me a drink and all that. "Robbie, I was teasing you man... you don't need to kiss-up to me, I'm just as hot for you as you are for me. We're two gay buddies, dude... equals, and all that. OK?" He was making a little face and sucking on his bottom lip as if he was trying to think how to explain something. Then he hesitantly says, "I like getting you stuff, Dylan" he nervously blurted out a laugh and added, "and kissing-up to you too. It's fun and it turns me on to do things for you. And, I can't wait for you to do... to do "that" to me again too. Isn't it OK to do things for you, if I honestly like doing them?"
Well, now what the fuck do I do? I said, "Damn, Robbie... I don't know what to say about that. Let's take it a day at a time, OK? You can't be so obvious though, don't let other guys see you fussing over me... OK? We don't want them talking and, ya know, maybe it makes me uncomfortable to be fussed over sometimes." Robbie goes, "I saw on the net where some guys are other guys' slaves... that's what I'd like to be. Your slave." I took a deep breath and wheezed out, "Jesus H Christ! I don't know nothing about that Robbie... let's just start off being gay sex buddies. How bout that?" He goes, "Yes, Master" and I got it then... he was just busting my balls. I blurted out a nervous laugh saying, "I forgot what a hot shit you are, Robbie!" He got me in a headlock then and walked me up the aisle saying, "Maybe you need to be the slave... you're such a weakling". He was kidding, again. Outside, waiting for his parents I lit a cigarette and Robbie snuck some drags off it, his folks don't know he smokes. In an off-hand manner I asked, "Hey, what about Dodger? You boys get much gay play time together?" Robbie coughed as he exhaled and sputtered, "Dodger? Are you shitting me! He's so straight! I'd never even confide to him that I'm gay, never mind suggest we suck each other off. Fuck, I may never tell him I'm gay. Geez, Dodger being gay! ... you gotta be kidding." I said, "I was kidding numbnuts... you're just as brilliant as Joel" and Robbie, laughing again, goes into how dumb Joel was with his comments about Toby's joke and we both get a good laugh at the accurate way Robbie imitated Joel's speech pattern... like, Duh!. My laughter was mostly nervous laughter because I had to think about the proposed weekend with Joel that I might need to go on. Should I say anything to Robbie about Joel?... I need to think about that. And, Robbie doesn't know anything about Dodger's propensity for gay horseplay it appears. What's with that?
His parents were finally ready to leave so Robbie and I get in the back of their nice clean, new, pickup truck, and as we're heading for the highway I'm thinking about the brothers not knowing each other is gay and I say, "You know Robbie, I was just breaking your balls about you and Dodger being gay brothers, but some guys must wonder about that heavy make-out you two go into every time you see each other". Robbie rolled his eyes and says, "We been doing that quick hello-kiss ever since I was four years old and he was two. And, I guess, now we don't know how to stop. It's like who's gonna hurts who's feelings by suggesting we stop." I go, "Oh sure... you both love it and you know it!" and he waves his hand at me like there's no sense talking to me. Actually I believed him because that's the same thing that happened to Chubby and me way back when we were little kids, with our weird way of watching TV. Of course, Chubby just put a stop to most of that this very week so I guess he's not worried about hurting my feelings.
Then we were out on the highway and it was loud at sixty-five miles an hour so we didn't try for anymore conversation. As we bounced around in the back of the pickup I thought back and had some second thoughts about how much Robbie was joking and how much he was serious about him enjoying being submissive towards me. Initially he seemed sincere when he said it turned him on to be submissive to me... then later he exaggerated it into a master/slave situation which I do believe he was bull-shitting about, but the earlier stuff, I just don't know. And, what to make of the Dodger business. Robbie seemed very adamant about Dodger being straight as an arrow. I, of course, know that to be totally false and I have a very hot memory of being fucked in their swimming pool to back me up... that's just one among other Dodger incidents that contradict Robbie's assertion of Dodger being straight. It seems my life gets filled with more imponderables every day, especially since that afternoon, months ago now, when Carl took my cherry and set me on this wonderful adventure into the world of gay sex. What would my life be like if I hadn't contributed stuff to the high school newspaper and attracted the eye of the editor, gay Carl Denton.....?What, indeed!
DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 11
Chapter three
We pulled up to the house and piled out the back of the truck. Chubby came over and whispered, "I hate that haircut, did I ever mention that?" and we did a quick hug with me saying, "Ya mention it every fucking time you see me"... Chubby goes, "Fucking A!" Meanwhile Dodger and Robbie did their quick kiss and this time I took notice... they did the kiss right in front of their parents so it wasn't a secret thing, but instead, a totally-out-in-the-open thing. Chubby said hello to Mr and Mrs Dickers and then a quick one arm hug for Robbie. Us four boys drifted to the backyard with Dodger advising Robbie and me that he and Chubby had worked out a mini Olympic swim competition while waiting for us to get there. I said, "Count me out. I suck at swimming" and Chubby goes. "Of course you do, it's just me and mighty mouse here. I got sick of his bragging about how he could beat some of those Olympic swimmers competing in China". We ragged on Dodger, who was a super swimmer, and on Chubby who was a real good swimmer but just not in Dodger's class. Robbie was like, "Leave it to you two to exclude poor Dylan and me from your fun and games just because we're challenged in the area of Olympic swimming". We were ignored which had Robbie and me doing smirking glances at each other... like, can we believe our good luck! With this development we should be able to sneak away long enough for at least a "quickie". After changing into swimsuits we all jumped in the pool to cool off... Dodger and Chubby bantering back and forth constantly about the handicap that Dodger had to allow Chubby. Even up, Chubby wouldn't have a chance in a race against Dodger so he had to have a head start and they argued how much head start would be fair. That pool discussion quickly dissolved into a grab-ass free-for-all which all four of us would be qualifiers for if there were an Olympic event for ass grabbing and ball crunching... like there should be.
In our unstructured free-for-all Robbie and I had plenty of opportunity at feeling each other up. We almost jerked each other off right there in the pool at one point when Dodger and Chubby were into a serious wrestling match, mostly under water. They're the same size so it was difficult for either of them to get the upper hand, but they appeared content to keep trying. It was unusual for Dodger to pay this much attention to Chubby, usually Dodger is all over me. As a matter of fact, the whole grab ass thing started with an under water attack on my nuts by Dodger who ended up on my back with his legs around my waist again, he whispered in my ear..."Remember this, Dylan? I'll bet that you've been dreaming about me doing you again ever since the last time I fucked you in this pool. Haven't ya?" and he lower himself on my back to hump my ass with his hard four inch boner. I had to stifle a moan as my own boner started growing. Ya know what... Dodger's right, I would like to have him do me again just like he did the first time and this time I'd pay closer attention to how great it felt, rather than concentrating on getting him to stop. I remembered my climax from that stubby four inch boner fucking my asshole and that made me think of Robbie's four inch penis. Should I do him or have him do me this afternoon? Hmmmm, nice to contemplate. Robbie coming "out" to me is such an awesome happening! It's so cool. When Dodger let loose of me, he attacked Chubby's the same way he'd gotten me. Wouldn't that be something... you know, Dodger doing Chubby like he did me. Damn, I'd like to be under water watching that. Ohhhh, my boner feels so nice. Then I hear Mr Dickers call us to the picnic table... "dinners ready boys, let's go guys while it's hot!".
He didn't need to call us twice. We were out of the pool and dried off and ready to eat in about ninety seconds. Oh man! Barbecue baby back ribs, little red bliss potatoes cooked on the grill so the skin is crispy and almost black, the potato meat creamy smooth with some butter and salt inside the skin. Of course, corn on the cob again and a big plate of sliced tomatoes and crisp slices of cucumbers. On the table was a bottle of Ken's Italian salad dressing to put on the tomatoes and cucumbers. Chubby and I exchanged glances when we saw the salad dressing. I know we both thought back to that dinner we had together at Ken's Steak House a couple of months ago... the restaurant sells their signature salad dressing in supermarkets, that's how good it is. We gave a half smile to each other... it's so awesome knowing someone so well you can read their mind some times. I love Chubby... I'm always going to love Chubby. The four of us boys ate a pile of those tangy barbecue spare ribs telling Mr Dickers what a great grille chef he was the entire time we were eating... talking with our mouths full of tender, delicious pork at times. This dinner was maybe the best one yet and that's saying a lot. These Wednesday nights at the Dickers rock! I felt so comfortable with these people by now, it was very special. Of course, why wouldn't I think it was special... fantastic food and three hot, hot boys for me to play with. It was heaven, baby, heaven! And, except for dinner, the parents made themselves scarce. That's so important to us teenagers, we don't want to be gawked at by adults. We want to do all the gawking, thank you very much. When we'd eaten everything in sight, Mr Dickers said, "Well Robbie, are you and Chubby going to get us an ice cold watermelon again tonight?" Dodger goes, "Oh Robbie, take Dylan this time. Chubby and me want to make-up a score card for our Olympic swimming competition. OK?" Robbie gets a pretend pissed-off expression and says, "Oh no! Chubby always comes with me." I blurted out a laugh and then coughed as Robbie started laughing too. "What the hell is so funny?" is the question Dodger had, but both Robbie and I just gave him the finger as Robbie goes, "OK, I'll take Dylan, but you are so spoiled Dodger, you always get your way." Dodger gives us double barrel fingers, one for Robbie and one for me, saying, "That's right, you homos, I get my way cause I'm the youngest and the cutest." He didn't really mean he thinks we're homos... it's just what we call each other at times. Of course, he may have meant it for me, but I could say the same right back to him. Instead Robbie and I laughed at Dodger because he was being funny... and he is wicked cute!
Before we went for the watermelon Robbie wanted to brush his teeth and floss, which is so typically Robbie. I walked up to his bedroom with him still chuckling at him pretending that he wanted Chubby, not me, to help him get the watermelon. His bedroom has an attached bath and I leaned against the door jam as Robbie brushed his teeth mumbling about the rib meat and corn getting between his teeth. Stuff like that doesn't bother me or Chubby... or Willie either now that I think about it. Willie and me make out right after eating sometimes. Oh well, to each their own, but when Robbie was done brushing, without hesitating, he handed his toothbrush to me. Did he think I wanted to brush my teeth too... and with his toothbrush? He gargled and spit, then, as he pulled off a strip of floss he said, "You need more toothpaste, Dylan?" In a trance, I shook my head and put his dripping toothbrush in my mouth and began brushing my teeth. It hit me all of a sudden that this was so fucking sexy using Robbie's toothbrush right out of his mouth. I got a nice boner that got harder the longer I brushed and the more I thought about Robbie just using this toothbrush in his mouth on those beautiful teeth of his. What a surprise that this would get me so aroused... it's because of the way Robbie just assumed I'd find nothing wrong with using his 'just used' toothbrush. Thats what struck me mostly as being so HOT! Robbie never gave it a second thought ... after he'd flossed and rinsed out real well again, he casually said, "I'll get some money and meet you at the pick-up, OK?" With a mouth full of toothpaste that contained an ample supply of Robbie's saliva, and with my rock-hard boner pushing out the front of my bathing suit, I shake my head and mumble, "Wait a second, dude". Robbie nodded his head and after I rinsed out I walked over to him and whispered, "Using your toothbrush got me all hot and bothered" and I got my arms around his neck and began to make-out with him... trying to do it like Willie does it to me. Robbie was quickly glued to my body with his tongue lapping mine and both of us groaning and humping against each other. His scent was intoxicating to me, his clear bubbly saliva, mixed with some of my own, began smearing around on each of our mouth, chin, nose, cheeks. We rubbed our spit slippery noses together while making funny whining sounds of pleasure. I forgot about doing things like Willie... instead, Robbie and me, more and more, made-up stuff our way. Robbie was a very fast learner and from our first kiss yesterday afternoon he was hot to the concept of making-out... just like I was.
I put my hand down the front of his swimsuit and stroked his short boner the same way I'd stroked Chubby's short boner... using only two fingers and my thumb. Robbie's face felt so warm as we continued kissing and licking each other, his hand was inside my boardie by now too and he was stroking me off using his fist. I gasped out, "Wait a second" and, letting go of Robbie for a second, I pulled my swim suit down to my knees... Robbie did the same and then we were right back in each other grasp, kissing and rubbing our boners together. It was too hot to continue doing it that way so we went back to jerking each other off as we continued sucking each other's mouth. He blew his load of cum on my belly first, I returned the favor ten seconds later... we had cum drooling out our boners and down our bellies as we moaned and swapped spit and hugged each other's slim body. Awesome, just awesome. Our hands off each other's cocks now, we got up tight against one another, our mixed cum all over our bellies and groin as we squirmed against one another in ecstasy... I couldn't imagine anything feeling better. But, the glow fades rather quickly too and we realized we'd been in his bedroom maybe ten minutes... if we stayed much longer we'd need to think of an explanation. This time is was Robbie with some common sense and he broke away mumbling, "We better get cleaned up and head out for the watermelon, don't ya think, Dylan?" I'm like, "Huh? Oh, yeah. We should." I was use to Willie making all the calls like that one. I'd just relax and enjoy myself until Willie decides we need to do something else. I guess I forgot my job in this duo of Robbie and me... I'm suppose to be in charge here, I guess.
With our swimsuits still at our knees we stiff-legged back into the bathroom to wash our bellies and cocks, but wound-up in each other's arms again doing the make-out all over again. I swear to God I'm not sure which one of us started it. Two minutes later we both had boners again, but we're both breathing like we've got emphysema or something... rasping, out-of-breath gulping for air as if we were over-stimulated and we probably were. We back our heads away, staring at one another, still hold the other's waist breathing roughly for a few seconds and then break out laughing. I say, "This is fucking nuts, Robbie. Somebody needs to separate us before we kill each other." It just struck us as so funny that we were in such heat for each other... it was out of control alright, but fun. Still chuckling, we cleaned-up. Robbie got his wallet, threw me one of his T shirts to wear, pulled another T shirt over his head and we thundered downstairs and out the backdoor. No one said a thing about us taking fifteen minutes to brush our teeth. We talked briefly with his parents about the watermelon... they didn't want one as big as Robbie got the last time because us boys got into that watermelon fight etc etc. Then we went over to see what Chubby and Dodger were up to and found them bickering good-naturedly about how many points each race was worth. We watched two races and Dodger is amazingly fast. It's a natural talent mostly, but he has been swimming since he was three years old and he was always ridiculously fast. Chubby was laughing and cursing and saying these first races don't count because he wasn't given a fair head-start. We left them before their third race. Those two are quite a pair and I thought again about Dodger trying something with Chubby like he'd done with me. I wonder, I really wonder.
Robbie drove the pickup truck down their driveway and I light up a cigarette for us to share. We were quiet for a little bit and then Robbie says, "Dylan, is our messing around together as much fun for you as it is for me, do ya think?" I go, "It really rocks, Robbie. It's great." Then some more silence before he says, "You never said who you... you know, do gay stuff with. Chubby, maybe?" I told him Chubby and me don't do anything gay together, except a few times we jerked each other off. Robbie blew that off saying, "Oh christ, Dodger and I jerk off almost every night together and sometimes he wacks me while I'm wacking him, but isn't that normal for brothers? You and Chubby are as close as brothers." Actually, it's my strong opinion that it's not normal at all, but I didn't say that. Instead I more or less agreed with him that it was normal ... what's the sense throwing any negativity into our conversation at this point.
He goes, "OK, it's not Chubby, so who then?" I only hesitated a few seconds and then thought... Oh, what the hell, be truthful! I told him the truth about Carl, which flabbergasted him. I told him about the three-way with Carl, Larry and me too. His mouth was hanging open and I was on a roll so I told him about the four-way of Carl, Larry, Willie and me that time in Carl's bedroom... at Carl's mother's birthday party no less. Robbie was wide-eyed and wanted to hear every detail. I didn't give all the details and I didn't mention anything about submissive/dominant behavior either. I just glazed over it saying I don't think it's right to tell tales out of school and that I wouldn't tell anyone details of him and me either. He focused right in on Willie somehow. It must have been the way I talked about him so even though I promised myself not to, I told Robbie about Willie. I admitted we were boyfriends and had been going out on dates for a while now. He was in awe... real gay boyfriends! He asked all about Willie, his looks, his school, what sex did we do the most... stuff like that. I kept the answers vague without skirting them entirely. We'd been at the farm stand fifteen minutes, sitting in the parking lot talking about my sex life before I said, "Dude. enough about me, let's get the fucking watermelon." I'd emphasized a number of times that Carl only brought me "out" to myself a few months back and that I wasn't much more experienced then he, Robbie, was at this gay sex phenomenon we were experimenting with. Robbie was still looking up to me as "the main man" though and for now that was fine because I did have the experience edge on him for sure.
There were a number of people buying produce at this rather large farm stand we'd driven to. Along one side of the stand was a long metal tub with chunks of ice floating in the water keeping a lot of watermelons ice cold. Robbie and me wrestled one of the medium size watermelons out of the water, dried it off, and I carried it to the cash register. It cost eleven dollars which seemed a lot to me and made me wonder how much Mr and Mrs Dickers were spending on our barbecues every week. They're really great folks to do this weekly dinner for us. Robbie and I secured the watermelon in the half back-seat and we headed back to the house only to have Robbie pull off a side road that had a sign reading "DEAD END". I'm like, "What's up Robbie?" He goes, "What do ya mean, aren't you going to do, you know... to me? I brought a tube of vaseline." This took me off guard because we'd just wacked-off an hour or so ago, but right away I got excited and said, "Is it safe to do it here?" Robbie assured me it was very secluded as he slipped off his boardie swimsuit. I gulped and pulled mine down. His penis was half a semi-stiffy and I wanted to suck it... I just had to! I say, "Ah, Robbie, you might like this" and I had him scoot over to my shotgun seat as I knelt on the floor between his legs in front of him and fondled his penis a little bit saying, "I'm going to suck your cock for ya, OK?" His face was bright red as he tried to say something that came out as a squeak, but he nodded his head "yes"... it was fine with him. I leaned down and holding his stiffening penis up I licked his balls all under the scrotum down near his asshole. His hole was very clean which didn't surprise me at all. I pulled on his legs a little till Robbie was almost laying on that wide truck seat with his legs on either side of my head... feet up against the dash board. He went, "Ohhhh" as I licked near his asshole and then up the bottom of his scrotum sucking his nuts into my mouth. He tasted like chlorine at first and the chlorine masked his personal smell too which disappointed me some. Robbie's cock was as hard as a cock can get by now so I used my tongue to push his sloppily wet nut bag out of my mouth and lapped up the backside of his four inch boner and then sucked the head into my mouth. I like sucking young guys cock and that's all there is to it. If you're young, and preferably cute, I'm your cock sucker, dude. Well, even if you're not so cute, I'm still your cock sucker! It made me smile around his boner just thinking that thought. Robbie's cock was so cool... I loved it and sucked it and licked it till he groans, "I'm just about ready to cum, Dylan" so I reluctantly let his hard boner slip out of my mouth and say, "How'd ya like that?" He goes, "Oh god, Dylan... I never had any idea it would be so hot or would feel so good. I loved it!"
He had the tube of vaseline in his hand throughout the whole blow-job so it was warmed up nicely. I said, "Let's try it just like this" and I lubed his hole, then my boner. When I got fully up on my knees it was just the right height... I pushed the head of my cock against his tight rosebud hole, but Robbie was real tense and it was closed tight, so I said, "Relax Robbie, just relax" and I played with his hole using the pad of my index finger until it slid inside his ass and I slowly finger fucked him until he was squirming on the seat of the pickup truck... he said, "Oh, I'm ready now. Please put your cock inside me... I'm so hot for you to fuck me again. Oh shit, Dylan, I'm all squirmy and my hole itches for you. I swear I never felt like this before." I didn't tease him... I pushed against his hole hard with my boner and went up inside him three inches at least. Robbie lifted right up off the seat using his arms to keep him up for a few seconds before sitting back down. I pushed in all the way then and with a real red face he whispered "Ouch" but not like he was really in pain. Leaning forward, toward his head... he leaned towards my head and our lips met for a really sloppy kiss. We almost spit saliva on each other's face. It wasn't really spitting as much as it was gasping. Still the saliva was spraying and our slippery faces were once again sliding against each other, then our noses rubbed back and forth, back and forth, my cock expanding inside him slightly as I got more and more aroused. Robbie really turns me on. And the way he is so obvious about how much he loves getting fucked... it really stimulates my sex drive. After a bit we stopped moving our heads so that our lips and tongues could kiss and suck or each other's mouth. Spit was running down his and my chin until we both had to pull away to blow out a long exhale, and then right away inhale a carload of oxygen. I straightened up then and pumped his hole ten times or so which got him groaning and moaning and his head rolling back and forth on the back of the seat. "Oh God, that feels so good. Harder, Dylan!" With that encouragement I slammed my damp crotch into his ass until both were sweaty wet and making a smacking sound with each thrust... Robbie going, "ahh" with each slapping sound.
Feeling my balls tightening up, I slowed down for a bit. Robbie started stroking his boner mumbling, "Faster, faster please... harder". I got my hands behind his thighs and pushed up which dragged the back of his head down to lay totally on the seat and that move pushed his ass up in the air so I could get up on my feet and hump down into his hole with full easy six inch strokes. Picking up speed with my thrusting, I knew I was going to blow my load real soon but now I needed it badly and I was grunting and making those whining sounds again as I got closer and closer to climax. Robbie was frantically stroking that stubby boner of his and it was a race to climax with me extending my arms, spreading his legs wide apart . Robbie won the race as cum splattered up from his pee slit to pool on his crumpled-up T shirt near his chest. When he climaxed I knew what to expect because I'd felt that vice-like grip his sphincter ring does to the shaft of my boner once before, but still the tightness of it surprised me anyway and I did that squeal I hate to do, but don't seem to be able to avoid. To say it felt good is a great understatement... "Ohhhhhh" I go as cum shoots inside Robbie's bowels "Ohhhhhh" for the second shot. I fought the urge to whimper, but it was such an awesome feeling that the sounds coming out of me were beyond my control at the moment. I got all those dots of light in my vision and my entire body shuddered and shivered from my shoulders to my toes. I continued pumping his hole with my cum squishing out of him with each smacking sound. We were basically a mess. By the time I was done fucking him, the poor boy was almost bent in half with his legs spread wide near the head rest at the top of the seat back and the back of his head squirming around on the seat. Pulling out gave me another shudder ... I was totally spent. He gets me going crazy... it's nuts how carried away I get fucking him. Robbie's face was of course still that bright red color that hides his rosy cheek blotches, but he had a contented look and a half smile and those eyes giving me that adoring stare again. Fuck, is he cute! My eyes were half closed and I felt exhausted, with my cock still hard I flopped down beside Robbie, bumping my elbow on the steering wheel. He let his legs fall over to the passenger side door and slowly rustled around so his ass was sitting in the seat instead of the back of his head... he got right up next to me and took my hand to hold between both of his. It felt nice to be holding hands, I like holding a boy's hand... Willie and I do it whenever we can. I had that damn guilty feeling again as soon as I thought of Willie's name. It's not fair to Robbie to let that show though so I squeezed back on his hand and he laid his head on my shoulder and mumbled, "I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm in love with you. Don't yell at me, I won't say it all the time, but I am... in love with you, I mean." I said nothing because I didn't think I was anywhere near being in love with Robbie. I mean I love him, you know... as a sex buddy, as a friend, like that. Finally I said, "It's too soon for you to be in love with me, Robbie... that's all I'm going to say about it except thank you for the thought." Robbie mumbled, "I don't care if it's too soon, I'm in love with you."
There are a world full of worse things a person can say to you so I leaned over and kissed the side of his forehead and in a real low voice I said, "You just might be the cutest boy I've ever seen in my long life down here on earth" Robbie actually laughed and said, "No way, Dodger's cuter than me, but other than that you're probably right" I liked that he wasn't too serious, but he did add, "Thanks for saying that, however there are kids cuter than me just in my homeroom." I used his words and said, "I don't care what you say, you're still cuter than any of them." He laughed again and said, "yeah, I guess you're right after all" and we kissed lightly for a while. I could have sat there next to him all night making out and occasionally fucking him, but reality is always present so we got ourselves fixed up as best we could. Robbie's T shirt would not pass inspection with all his cum shots on it so we used it to wipe his cum dripping asshole as well as my cum drained cock and he drove us back to his house. We were able to get the watermelon on the table before anyone saw us and then it was, "where the hell ya been?" from Dodger. Mr Dickers coming out of the house hearing that, snapped, "Dodge, watch that mouth of yours!" and that took away the questions about why we took so long. Mr Dickers insist he cut the watermelon and we all got big, long wedges. It was so cold, sweet and juicy! Watermelon rocks! especially if a boy needs cooling down after sex like myself and my cute fuck-ee, Robbie Dickers, just experienced.
When Mr and Mrs Dickers were safely back inside, and in between slurps from watermelon bites, Chubby told another one of his boss, Rickie's, jokes. "A guy gets on a plane with six kids. The woman across the aisle asked the guy if all the kids were his. He told her that 'no' they weren't. He worked for a condom company and these kids were customer complaints he needed to resolve." As usual Chubby tells it with a deadpan expression and after the lame punchline, Dodger goes, "That might be the worse joke I've ever fucking heard" and he throws his watermelon rhine at Chubby who ducks and it splatters the side of Robbie's head and the food fight was on. Watermelon fight number two. We are very immature sometimes, but it's so much fun to act like a ten year old. Later we cleaned up the splattered watermelon pretty well and all four of us went back in the pool. Robbie was doing more hugging of my slippery wet body then wrestling but I wasn't complaining. Dodger and Chubby groped my nuts and squeezed by penis but I stayed soft, me fucking Robbie had satisfied me for the moment. An hour from now, I can't promise that will still be the case, but right now it was a peaceful feeling. I felt great! Just like the last time we were here before our vacation, the mosquitoes drove us out of the water and into the house to dry off. Roll our swim suits in our towel and put on our shorts and T shirts. Chubby and me thanked the Dickers profusely and Robbie drove us home with Dodger insisting he needed to sit on my lap instead of using the half back-seat. He had a hard boner almost from the start so I don't think he had done to Chubby what he did to me that time in the pool. Everyone was in a real friendly frame of mind, tired, but happy. Me and Robbie especially.
Chubby and I sat out on the front steps sharing a Marlboro Light after the Dickers boys pulled away. I was thinking about my sexy night with sexy Robbie and about my guilty conscience because I'd cheated again on the boy I love... yes, again! Willie, who's never done anything but be wonderfully caring to me, not to mention incredibly generous. Willie, who has loved me for these past couple of months and asks for very little in return. Oh sure, he wants me to be submissive to him but that's mostly in his head, not in reality too much. He's taught me so much about gay relations and gay sex and I fell in love with him, so why do I cheat on him every chance I get? I want to give myself an out, use one of Chubby's rationalization techniques, but I'm not too good at fooling my heart of hearts... trying to fool myself doesn't always work for me. I need to have someone to confide in, someone who cares for me... like Chubby, but I'm afraid to tell him I'm gay. It's because of what Rickie might be putting Chubby through. Maybe Chubby will hate all gay kids because of his "Rickie experience", whatever that might be. On the other hand if I just blurt out, "I'm gay", then the cats out of the bag and we'd need to discuss it. That's what I want to do... blurt it out. That's what I'm going to do right now. I'm so nervous, but I don't care, I'm going to do it. I say, "Ah, Chubby, I, I mean..." He says, "Huh? Oh, I'm really in a fog here, Dylan... sorry. Hey, somethings been on my mind and I got to ask you about it." I'm like, "Ask me something? What?" He says, "Did Robbie take you to a dead end road and ask you to do something with him? Ya know, when you went for the watermelon ... I'm kinda interested if he tried it with you too, or just with me..." I go, "Huh? Who?..........
to be continued..........
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