Dylans Dilemma

DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 12

Chapter One

Can I believe my freakin ears? Chubby, out of nowhere, asked if Robbie took me to the dead-end road and tried to get me to do something with him. Have I finally entered the "twilight" zone or what? The possibility of Chubby and Robbie doing some gay sex together had never entered my mind. Chub and me were sitting on our condo's front steps smoking a cigarette... it was just after Robbie and Dodger dropped us off. We'd had our usual great time at the Dicker's Wednesday night barbecue and Chubby springs that question about the dead-end road on me... I began stuttering and sputtering, coughing and sneezing. Chubby goes, "You Ok dude? Here..." and he cupped my mouth and squeezed closed my nostrils, using both hands to hold my head against his chest... you could smother a person that way. This is our cure for hiccups and I guess Chubby figures it might cure all my other afflictions as well.

My mind was going a mile a minute thinking back to the barbecue and trying to come up with something to tell Chubby that he might believe, for once. After dinner at the Dicker's barbecue, Chubby and Dodger had been busy breaking each others balls about their Olympic swimming competition so Robbie and I went for the watermelon from the farm stand. On the way back Robbie pulled the pickup into a dead-end road where I sucked his perfect penis until it was a hard four inch steel spike. With him whimpering pleasure sounds I slid him down so that his back, and the back of his head, were on the pick-up truck's passenger seat. I spread his legs wide, his feet up near the head rest, me squatting down in front of him with my back against the dashboard. My boner was level with his asshole now and I fucked him bareback, hot and heavy, until we were both shooting cum all over the cab of that truck making sounds like two wild animals in heat. Well, maybe we weren't wild, and we didn't really shoot cum all over the cab, but I did shoot a nice load up Robbie's ass and he shot his own nice load onto his scrunched-up T-shirt. It was an awesomely sexy time for Robbie and me... now Chubby's asking about the dead-end road. He was still depriving me of oxygen with me squirming to free myself to get some air in my lungs while still trying to think of an explanation for the dead end road at the same time. Lack of oxygen had quickly gotten me to stop all my coughing, sputtering, stuttering and sneezing, but I was so out of breath I couldn't talk after Chubby finally released my nose and mouth. No problem, Chubby filled the void with this, "Jesus, it's not that big a deal to me, Dylan. Don't get so flustered, I don't care if you did it with him or not. I didn't do it, but you do what you want... it's your fucking life. I'm never smoking that shit though. I'll stick with an occasional drunken spree. Beer or vodka, never wine... that shit is undrinkable. And, a few Marlboro lights once in a while, but that's all the drugs for this kid's body."

It's dawning on me that he's talking about something other then sex... What the fuck? My breathing was back to normal as I realize he was referring to bash, blasting a roach, maryjane. I go, "Robbie smokes marijuana? You're shitting me. He's on the baseball team, he's an athlete for Christ sakes." Chubby's like, "Oh, so he didn't try to get you to blow some weed with him. Damn, he kinda nagged me to do it with him. What the hell's with that?" Yeah, I thought, what the hell is with that? I say, "No dude, I swear... he never mentioned marijuana to me, ever. I had no idea he did that shit. I'm with you Chubby, I don't want to turn into some tea head". It's not like any of this was a big deal to Chubby, he goes, "Hey, fuck it... maybe he thinks I'm the wild type Dylan, and you're the goody-two-shoes type, ya know. Most guys see it that way, ya ask me." I grinned and nodded at him, but my stomach felt funny all of a sudden as I realized I'd just dodged a major bullet. I thought for sure that Robbie and me were busted... I'm very relieved we aren't, but there are still some questions about this situation. One, why didn't Robbie ever mention he smoked marijuana to me and, two... why try to get Chubby to smoke it with him and not me. Could it be that Robbie was trying to loosen Chubby up with the doobie so he could maybe bring up doing something sexy with him? Robbie wouldn't need to get me "high" since we'd already had sex together. As soon as the car stopped at the dead-end street we went directly to the sex. I didn't need any 'pot', and he didn't need to do any nagging either... I was so hot to trot it wasn't funny. Could it be Robbie isn't the innocent boy I think he is? Damn, what's up with that?

Putting the puzzling marijuana incident on the back burner for now, my final thought was... nah, it's inconceivable to me that Robbie would be so devious as to get Chubby messed-up smoking grass for the purpose of having sex with him. There's got to be something else at play here, but it's a waste of time to dwell on it now. So instead, as I lay in bed later that night I thought about me sucking and fucking Robbie earlier tonight... much more fun to contemplate that then think about who smokes pot. Sex with Robbie had felt so good at the time that just the memory of it now had me playing with myself. What I fantasized about doing with Robbie next time is sucking him off until he cums in my mouth, and then make him cum again with a long, juicy fuck. His asshole is so tight, tighter than Willie's. Oh, God damnit! there I go again... I think of Willie and there's that damn guilty conscience of mine ganging up on me. Gotta do something to make it up to Willie. How am I gonna do that without actually telling him I'm fucking another boy? I'm not sure, but till, somehow I gotta do something really nice for him to ease my conscience. Maybe I'll be real submissive, playing that game with him to the hilt. Willie will love that.

Now that I'm thinking about Willie it makes me wonder what I like more... Willie fucking me, or me fucking him, or me fucking Robbie. Hmmmm? I love when Willie fucks me. He has a way of making me feel so desired, so special. The way he wraps me up so tight in his arms and legs I sometimes get a bout of claustrophobia, but still... it's awesome. He's pretty strong, but it's not that so much as it's a feeling like he can't get enough of me. Or, maybe he thinks he's just showing me that he's dominant or something. He never says one way or another, just wraps me up in his arms and legs when he feels like it, sometimes after he fucks me, and occasionally while he's fucking me... he's done it in both situations. It's hot either way and I like it a lot. Maybe I should try it with Robbie, wrap him up so he can't hardly move and then give him a hickey on his neck, or I'll do a slow fuck on him... like Willie does to me. But, no... that probably wouldn't work because, like Willie, Robbie's stronger than me and could probably break my hold on him. Anyway, Robbie and I should be doing our sex differently then Willie and me... do it our own special way. So back to my question, what do I like better? I think I like Willie fucking me better when he's doing it, and then when I'm fucking Robbie I like that better. See, I can have it both ways. This is fun, thinking about having sex with my two boyfriends.

Tomorrow's Thursday, another workday so I should get to sleep but I'm so "wired" from these recent developments I can't fall asleep just like that. Robbie has me climbing the walls... I'm so turned-on by him I can hardly believe it. He is so fucking hot and he's got a "thing" for me, no less. Smiling, I again let my mind remember the fuck I laid on Robbie in that pickup truck. Every time I ride in that pick-up from now on I'm going to get a hard on. I was bare-back fucking the baseball star Rob Dickers. That did it... with that thought in my head I started jerking off right in my bed and it felt awfully good too. Being uncut was so cool... the foreskin really helped with hand-jobs, took it up a notch from the boys with the cut penises... poor fellows. I was stroking myself steadily, not frantically like I felt like doing it, I wanted the feeling to last awhile. Awww, it felt good to pull my pud and think of my boyfriends, Willie and Robbie. God! are they fabulous. I was squeezing my balls as I stroked my boner and then I fixed a picture in my head of the way Robbie's face looked when I was fucking him. His cute face was all scrunched up, not from pain though... his pink tongue wetting his lips as he moaned and humped his ass up into my thrusts. I'd been a little bit rough there near the end when I spread his legs even more and hammered my shaved groin into his smooth buttocks watching his boner bounce off his belly as he gasped and squeaked and licked his lips. Gulping myself now at that memory, then feeling my balls tighten-up I visualized Robbie squirting his cum in four shots right onto his bunched-up T-shirt as he was making those squealing sounds. God I loved that, and I loved this too as cum shot out in short burst from my quivering pee slit at the head of that hard cock of mine. I let the cum splatter on the sheets... no problem because I change the bedding myself, Mom won't see the messy sheets. Whoa! That climax was nice. Then I laughed at myself thinking that maybe I'm getting to be as bad as Dodger. He jerks-off five or six times a day, at least. Well, I'm not that bad, but this is my third climax in the past five hours. I rolled over, away from the wetness, feeling much more relaxed now and ready for sleep. But instead of falling asleep, I thought one more time about me fucking Robbie, and the couple of times I've fucked Willie too. "Doing" the fucking is such a totally different role from being the one getting fucked, aggressive versus passive... dominant versus submissive. I don't care for the words necessarily, but I think... it is what it is. I've loved the few times I've been the "top" with both Willie and now Robbie, but I enjoyed fucking Robbie the most, I think. Wonder why that is... maybe it's because Robbie is the most recent. Ooooh, how bout Robbie fucking me! Whoa, that's a hot picture! He has that four inch penis like his brother so I'm pretty sure I know how it's going to feel, but still... I'd like to feel it. I expect it'll be really nice, although probably not in the same class as Willie's seven plus inches of boner. And then this question slipped back into my head... what the fuck gives with that pot smoking deal... Robbie nagging Chubby to smoke with him at the dead end road? Damn! why did I come back to that? I'm so tired I can't.....

Next thing I knew it was morning. I was groggy because I'd stayed awake daydreaming about sex way too late last night, but by running for my bus I still managed to get to work on time. First person I saw was Joel who got his arm around my neck like he's been doing lately. Mumbling, "Come with me, Newman" he walked me to his favorite out-of-view alcove. In the alcove, for the first time, Joel showed a little of his true feelings. He said, "You look nice today"...then he had me up against him, chest to chest, with both hands on my buttocks grinding his crotch into mine. I had little choice but to lightly grab onto his hips with my hands as he bent his knees a bit getting down to my crotch level, then he really went at his crotch grinding and I got a boner from the feel of him rubbing his crotch against my penis. Jeez, my dick took over my brain... I didn't want to get a boner from anything Joel did, but it happened anyway. When he felt me get hard he took his right hand from my ass and groped my boner saying, "I'll get you harder then this next Saturday night and then I'll tighten a cock ring at the base of your little shaft, real tight. After that, I'll band your nuts at the top of your scrotum so you can't cum and we'll begin your training right after that. You'll have a boner for hours... sound like fun? Maybe I'll even remember to take the band off your nuts before you turn into my eunuch. Random, huh?" I didn't know what he was talking about, all my concentration was used to imagine I was in a bathtub of ice water. I did not want to let Joel make me cum in my pants and I was hoping that an ice-cold bathtub-visual would help me avoid cuming. Unfortunately, with his powerful hands he was so good at massaging my balls and cock I could feel the precum already, cold-bath visual or not. I said, "Please, Joel... don't. It'll wet through my shorts. Please don't make me cum." He actually chuckled for the first time since I'd met him and said, "Keep that exact tone of submissiveness in your voice during our weekend. It'll serve you well. You want me to stop, do you?" I go, "Yes, please Joel" and he says, still massaging my boner, "You ready for our over-night training session? You looking forward to it?" I say, "Yes, Joel" . He continued squeezing and stroking my boner saying, "Don't forget the haircut, I want it very short. Got it?" and I gasp, "Yes, Joel, but please, I'm just about to cum". He stopped his massage on my cock and did the chuckle again. One last grope, then he put his thumb in my mouth and said, "Show me how you're going to suck my cock". I did a half-hearted suck on it which made him pinch my buttocks hard and snarl, "Suck it like you mean it". He pinched my ass so hard tears formed in my eyes, this guy is so strong it's sick! I tongued his thumb and sucked it the best I could... it tasted bad, but I'm not sure what it taste like. After a short time, as he was pulling his thumb out, he said, "You need a lot of training". He wiped the spit from his thumb on my forehead and up in my short flattop hair. He added, "Eat lunch with me today and I'll tell you more about what I'll be doing to you. Right?" I mumbled, "Right, Joel" and just like that, he was gone. I was breathing deeply, my heart pounding ... he scares me, he really scares me.

Walking back to the locker room I'm thinking... there's no way I can avoid that weekend with him. Not if I want to continue working here. It's a close call... quit the job, or go with him and get it over with. Twenty-four hours with Joel, jeez!. But, I gotta have the money from this job, can't let Chubby down. I'd already applied for a "baggers" job at Super Stop&Shop, and that'll be good for the future, not for now however because the summer staff is in place until school starts... that's the earliest I can expect to start working there. If I pacify Joel though, this grass cutting job can be mine, part-time, all the way into the Fall. If the weather stays half-decent they cut grass through October... but I've got to deal with Joel. Oh fuck it! I'll go with him and somehow put up with his cock ring, or whatever it is he was saying. He's not going to kill me, and as for the haircut... oh God, I don't know. I've got to consider what Willie wants too. Joel's overnighter is still ten days away so I'll put this worry away for awhile. Interrupting my thoughts as I walked to the back of the locker room was Robbie ... ohhh, he looks so cute this morning with his flattop and his cute grin, staring at me like I'm something special. He can get me out of this funk that Joel put me in better than just about anything. Robbie was holding my coffee out to me with one hand and doing a little wave with the other. I walked down grinning back at him, took the coffee and said, "looking awful good this morning, Robbie". He reached behind my head to pull my face over and licked up my chin, up and over my lips, and up the front of my nose leaving behind a trail of spit. He held onto my head, but pulled his face away slightly, looking worried that I might get mad, but I grinned at him and stuck the tip of my tongue out at him. His eyes got big and he moved his head slowly back to mine until our lips were together and we kissed for the better part of a minute before I came to my senses and pulled away. "Robbie, you're nuts, dude! we'll get caught here" and we went right back to kissing again. I'd kiss his bottom lip with both of mine, pulling his lip out a bit and then he'd do the same to my bottom lip. We liked to exchange as much saliva as we could and before long it was drooling down both our chins. I was still holding my coffee so I only had one arm to hug him around his waist with, our boners bumped against one another in our cargo shorts and our moaning was maybe loud enough to be heard in the front part of that big locker room. Again I got some sense in my head and pulled away from his lips, but this time I whispered to him, "You make me crazy, Robbie. I love how you taste." We kissed two more times and then straightened-up and caught our breath. "It's like I'm in one of my own dreams, Dylan. I've day-dreamed and real-dreamed about you for over a year. It's so lonely being a secret gay boy with a crush on someone who you think is straight. And then to be with this dream boy... do you see why I hardly care about anything except being with you? I'm living my fantasy, Dylan... better then my fantasy even." Robbie was so earnest I had to grin at him... I could eat him with a spoon. How am I going to ruin this moment by mentioning Chubby and the marijuana thing? The answer to that question is easy, I'm not!

Fumbling the top off the Styrofoam cup I took a gulp of coffee and looked into those eyes of Robbie's again. He's looking at me like I'm a rock star and I consciously tell myself, in my head... do not let this make you think you're special Dylan, cause you're not special. Willie and Robbie are spoiling me beyond belief. I did feel tremendously flattered... by some twist of fate, and with me having very little to do with it, I've managed to acquire two boyfriends when a mere five months ago I didn't even realize I wanted a boyfriend. After a siup of coffee I said, "Robbie, we've really got to be smarter than this, OK?" and he goes, "Whatever you want, Dylan. Can we do the massages?" Ha! Can we do the massages? Does a dog lick it's balls? Of course we'll do the massages. We only did quick massages though as time was short, and we only snuck a couple of kisses in during them too. How could anyone be more yummy than Robbie? It's not possible... but yet, I'm still in love with Willie, who is pretty yummy himself. I'm finding out that love is something you can't turn on... or off... just because you might want to. It's a powerful thing, love is. I've got my delicious gay buddy Robbie to do sexy stuff with, and my sophisticated lover Willie to be in love with and do sexy stuff with too... very sexy stuff. As Robbie and I walked out of the building to start our work day, my smile was big, thinking about my two boyfriends. Robbie stayed close to me, but not on top of me during the ride to our first job site. On the job itself we weren't close to each other at all, we have different responsibilities, but we did exchange a few smirks during the day and late in the morning we were both emptying grass into the bins together, he says, "Jesus dude, you look sexy. Any chance you could give me a quick fuck at lunch?" I can't believe it but I pulled one of Chubby's paranoid stunts looking all around to see if anyone was close enough to hear what Robbie had just said. He laughed at me and when I realized I was playing the part of paranoid Chubby, I laughed too. It was just fun being in the vicinity of Robbie while we worked, or anywhere for that matter. I'm positive this is too soon for love to be involved, but I definitely got a 'thing' for Robbie.

At lunch Joel had nodded his head for me to join him and I got my lunch bag to follow him, but fate stepped in and Toby called Joel over to discuss scheduling while they ate their lunch together. Yippee, I ate with Robbie and the other two on our team who mostly stayed to themselves. Recently the extra crews consisted of Hispanic men in their late twenties. Neither of the two in our crew were "hot" in any way that interested me, but pleasant enough guys. During the rest of the day there never was an occasion to be alone with Joel, so that was a relief. After work Robbie and I went far back in the old section of the locker room and made out for ten minutes. We were both close to cuming in our pants by the time we worked up the common sense to quit. On the bus ride home I thought about Robbie's make-out abilities as compared to Willie's and decided they were different but both were scorching hot and I couldn't choose one over the other. Of course, at this point I haven't been with Willie for two weeks now so maybe he's better than I remember. Most important thing for me to remember, above everything else, is not to get cocky just because I have two cute boyfriends at the same time. My mind drifted to how awesome it would be if Robbie and I could go on a date like Willie and I do... so perfect, but I don't see that happening because our brothers hang with us all the time. Dodger with Robbie and Chubby, he's just like my brother, with me. I'll be at drivers training Friday night with Chubby and I've got my Saturday date with Willie to look forward to so I'm good this weekend, but still... a date with Robbie sometime would be so cool.

As soon as I got off the bus I jogged to our condo and went directly for the mailbox and there it was... my learners permit. Chubby's was in their mailbox and we're both good to go now with drivers training... at long last. Finally, the first step toward our drivers license. We'd totaled-up our money right after Wildwood and had more than enough to pay for our auto insurance so our Moms had us added to their policies and we applied for the permits and here they are in the mail. Good thing they came today because, like I said, Friday is our first drivers training class and next Monday our first time on the road behind the wheel with an instructor. It's an exciting thing, getting a drivers license and we're finally getting nearer to that day. We don't expect to drive to school from day one, but sometime during the first month of our senior year Chubby and I will pull up to high school in our own car, hopefully a convertible. God damn, I stared at the learners permit and felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. Chub and me are more than a year behind our peers... almost every single sixteen and a half year old has their drivers license. It's a rite of passage thing and I can't wait to put it all behind us and be like every other kid my age. Both Chubby and me turn eighteen this Fall, but we'll still be seventeen when we get our license, thank God. How embarrassing being eighteen when you take your driving test... unthinkable! Christ, even Dodger's getting his permit in the next couple of weeks... he's been breaking Chubby and my balls about getting his license before we get ours... we have no intention of letting that happen. We've set-up our drivers education program for completion in the shortest time-frame possible, Dodger is going to lose this race... it's still embarrassing though, we're doing things now that kids Dodgers age are doing and it's all because our Moms are poor. Well, not poor, but not rich enough to pay for our insurance.

Chubby came running into my condo five minutes later all excited as he waved his drivers permit at me. I'd put it back in his mailbox knowing he'd want to discover it there himself. We hugged and danced around together a bit and excitedly told each other what we both already knew... that tomorrow night we start our classroom work and Monday we start are actual driving lessons. We're in the same class on the exact same schedule and that includes riding together to take turns behind the wheel. Our instructor is a woman, the rumor is she's a real bitch so we didn't luck out drawing her as our instructor, but we'll make do. After dinner I hesitantly asked, "Ya think we can do our shaving routine tonight Chubby?" That idea popped into my head because earlier I was thinking about Saturday night, date night... and being all shaved and smooth for Willie... he likes me that way. I've shaved Willie's pubes a few times and other times he'll do himself. Now he prefers shaved pubes, and he got that from me. I'll sure miss it if Chubby carries through and drops our body shaving. We're in agreement about eliminating the leg shaving entirely, although I like the feel of shaved legs a lot... and actually there's a chance we might need to stop shaving our pubes anyway, that is if there's going to be a gym class for senior year. The word is that they've dropped gym for seniors due to budget constraints and general lack of interest by seniors in rope climbing. Hopefully there won't be gym as now Willie is insisting I keep my pubes shaved and it's going to be embarrassing if I've got to take communal showers with shaved pubes. That's a problem I'll worry about some other time though. A minute ago when I asked Chubby if we could do the shaving stuff he kind of made a face and thought about it, then said, "Yeah OK, but only a couple more times and then we're quits, right Dylan?" and I'm like, "But I don't wanna quit the shaving stuff with you Chubby". He goes, "Wha wha wha, my little bro likes his routine" but then he hugged me tightly and in a compassionate manner said, "We can't keep doing this forever, Dylan. We're too old to be doing this stuff... it's gay. It's queer, and we're not queer, are we?" I said, "Let's be queer, what's so wrong with that?" and Chubby says, "Oh, sure... our Moms would be so proud!" and he minced around with a limp wrist, lisping like crazy. He made me laugh, even as I was thinking how it reminded me of Toby!

We did the shaving with the same amount of care we always did it with and I could feel the bond between us growing, just like always. The way he touched me and the way he leaned his body against me when he was reaching behind my legs, or when he rested for a second. I could smell his Chubby smell and I rubbed his buzzed hair and laid my head against the top of his head at one point. Chubby never complained or got grumpy and it all made me realize that I loved Chubby most of all, but I'm pretty sure I'll never get my chance with him. All the more reason to be damn grateful I have Willie and Robbie... damn grateful! When he was moving my dick out of harms way while shaving my pubic stubble I got a hard boner and when done with the shaving, Chubby looked up and almost whispered,"You want?" and he made the jerk-off motion with his fist. My face felt flushed as I enthusiastically nodded my head "yes". Chub said, "Well, stand-up then and we'll do it the right way." I stood and he was behind me hugging me against him with one arm and reaching around me to jerk me off with his other hand... just like he'd showed me how to do at Wildwood. If I had to guess, this is probably part of Rickie and Chubby's routine or he got it from some other window washer boy because Chubby and me never did it this way before. But, oh my God, was it ever a good way to have your best buddy wank your snake... excellent.

Chubby took his time stroking the foreskin on and off the sensitive head of my cock, his hot moist breath on my shoulder the whole time. I told myself not to make a fool out of myself but to no avail as I was moaning with the pleasure of it almost from the start. When the time got near to climax I'm sure I felt Chubby's lips pressed against the back of my neck just above my T-shirt collar. I was humping against his fist and arching my back making little whimpering sounds, then as I forced out a string of cum, followed immediately by two more, I squealed out a single, "Chubby!" in such a way that there wasn't any chance it didn't sound like one gay boy calling out the name of his lover. That's how it sounded to me anyway, but Chubby apparently didn't hear it that way because he simply said, "What?..." I was breathing too hard by then to reply and it just got forgotten and allowed to float away. Chubby and me tasted my cum off his fingers. "What the hell does that taste like?" Chubby asked... he really wanted to know. I mumbled, "It's perfectly good sperm and that's what it taste like... cum." He said, "You can be such a dick sometimes. I know it taste like cum, but there's something else... pastrami?" I laughed because that was my lunch today, pastrami on rye... Chubby hadn't know that.

After cooling off and calming down, I shaved Chubby's legs and crotch even slower than he'd done mine. I didn't ask if he wanted me to jerk him off, I just did it. I stood up and said, "Lean back against me Chubby" and I took hold of that soft four inch penis of his and rubbed the fat, firm, head between my thumb and index finger until he took a deep inhale while his dick was getting hard between my fingers. Using my finger tips on his shaft, I stroked his whole four inches up and back a half dozen times, I could feel Chubby laying back against me and melding into my body like we use to do. What a wonderful feeling that is... and the Chubby smell again too. Oh God, I started to get a firm penis myself which added to my enjoyment. Done with the fingertip stroking, I circled his cock with the same two fingers I'd rubbed his dick head with and then thought... Chubby's cock seems thicker than it use to... filling out diameter-wise, but not length-wise. The thicker it got the shorter it looked, but when I started stroking it I knew it wasn't shorter... same almost four inches that I'd grown to love. I thought about me sucking Robbie's four inch cock and almost asked Chubby to let me suck his, but I just couldn't form the words. I do love sucking young cock... a few months back I couldn't even imagine thinking that, never mind meaning it, but I do now. And, sucking Chubby's cock or rimming him is such an awesome fantasy of mine. Those thoughts had me dreamy, I lay the side of my face against Chubby's buzzed head, smelling him and feeling his velvet hair as I pulled his foreskin on and off of that fat cock head of his. Too soon drops of sprayed precum wet my fingers as Chubby began bouncing back off of me with each stroke. A strangled sound came from his throat and then, "Oh fuck! Agggg" and he fired his stream of cum out that gaping pee slit at the head of his cock. I took careful note of the amount and was pleased to see a normal "Chubby load" splash against the side of the sink. I'm so cynical, I wondered if it would be a small cum shot because maybe Chubby had shot a load off in Rickie's SUV just before coming up the steps, probably after Rickie had been slamming his long fat cock up Chubby's ass for twenty minutes. Guess that didn't happen this afternoon though, not unless Chubby can produce a lot of cum in a very short period of time... hey, maybe he can, how would I know. I've no way to know about follow-up loads with Chubby and, as a matter of fact, I've never seen Rickie's dick so I don't know if it's long and fat... it probably is, he's got a fat head, I know that. I hate that prick so much! And, I hardly know him. And, why do I not find it hard to believe that Rickie is having his way with Chubby, while at the same time I couldn't conceive of Robbie and Chubby doing "it" together. Hmmmm? Yeah, why is that?

We cleaned-up silently like we usually do after being too intimate with each other. It was a Red Sox night on TV and tonight Chubby was watching the game up against my side on that big old recliner almost like the old days. He was probably missing our bodily contact as much as I was... well, not as much as I missed it maybe, but he was missing it some, I'll bet. He fell asleep before the game was over and I got to hug around his neck and rub my nose on top of his head lightly... I'm totally addicted to his smell. A smell I've smelled all my life, by the way... it's more familiar to me than my own smell because I don't notice my own, if I even have a smell of my own. Next day was Friday, another early work day, so I had to wake Chubby up for bed immediately after the game. He was groggy during our goodnight hug so I took advantage and kissed the side of his head. No comment from him, but I know he knows I kissed him. Jeez, I love that boy. Nice ass too, as I watched him plod up the steps to his condo above mine.

DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 12

Chapter two

Next morning I got only a wave from Chubby as he ran down the steps heading off to work. He was still doing the brown-noser routine of being the first one there each morning. I guess Rickie finally got his wish of having Chubby jumping through hoops for him. My day should start off very nicely because Robbie and I are beginning a new morning routine. We've decided it's cool to make out every morning for a few minutes in the old locker section before our massages. Yep, that's what I said... yesterday we promised each other this would be a daily occurrence, making out with each other. Seemed an excellent way to start the day off on the right foot. I had an uneventful trip in to work, avoided everyone getting back to the locker room, anxious to see Robbie. There he was, as cute as a bug. After saying good morning, Robbie nodded his head toward the old locker section in back and mumbled, "ya still wanna... you know... make out?" I said, "If you do..." We went way back in the locker room and made out in a hot and frenzied way getting spit all around our mouths, noses and chins. His saliva has the most subtle taste of clear, bubbly, freshness. This morning, when we both had boners, Robbie whispered that he loved me and although I'd contemplated love myself, I said again that it was much too soon for us to be in love. Still, I liked hearing the words. While making out I was wondering... who smells better, Robbie or Chubby? Answer, Willie. Ha ha. No, they all smell different, but Chubby's is my favorite because it's the one I know the best and the longest. Maybe Willie's is the sexiest though, or is it Robbie's? I'll do a test tomorrow when I finally see Willie again, it's been a long two weeks without him. A long two weeks recently helped along quite a bit by Robbie who has done wonders for my horniness... oh man! has he ever. We'd planned on only a quick make-out and after three or four minutes we somehow stopped, breathing hard, hearts beating fast, and smiled while nodding our heads that this was indeed a good idea. Back at Robbie's locker we had our coffees and did massages on each other like we always do. Our morning make-out kinda satisfied us for the time being and allowed us to concentrate on the massages. It was a good plan and mostly worked, but we turn each other on so there were still a few sexy kisses mixed in with the massage. We've been telling ourselves continually how much fun it is to screw-around with each other as if maybe we both needed reassurance the other is still excited by it all. It's a dream come true is what Robbie says... me too. What I really need though, sometime soon, is a long time together with Robbie, alone... just him and me so we can have our sex and then have long discussions about our relationship. We hardly ever have time alone to just talk. We really need to do that.

Here's another good thing, Joel left before lunch. He'll be gone for the weekend, gone to wherever it is he needed to go. I still don't know why the original "over nighter" together was cancelled. Anyway, no Joel for the rest of today and no Joel on Saturday, so, like I said, that's a good thing. It was a hard day on the job though, two huge lawns in the afternoon were situated on hills and that's a bitch for us guys on foot. The ride-on-mower guys don't like it much either because of the danger of flipping over on the mowers. After work Robbie and I were tired, but we still did half hearted massages and a little kiss goodbye as his parents made a quick exit tonight. I was excited about going with Chubby this evening to our first drivers training meeting and as soon as I got home I hurriedly made dinner for the two of us. Tonight a quickie meal... big ham and cheese sandwiches with my Mom's great potato salad on the side and large V8 drinks as our vegetable. Quick showers, and then we made the bus that left us off close to the high school. That's where our drivers training classes were conducted. At first it was boring! Very boring, and then after break it was horrific! Very horrific! They made us watch video of traffic fatalities that the police had taken of teenagers bodies mangled and broken from accidents they'd been in... blood and gore all over the highways. Two kids threw-up part way through the video and a girl feinted. It was a somber group of driver trainees that trooped out of class that first night. Chubby and I made solemn promises to each other: always wear seat belts, never drink and drive, and never speed... ever. We both knew we weren't going to be able to keep our solem promises in the long run, but we meant them tonight. Monday we'll be out on the road with the bitchy lady instructor. We're gonna need to be polite to her no matter what, or she might not pass us. Kissing some serious ass during those driver training sessions is definitely in order, that's what Chubby said anyway.

At home there was a text message from Willie "OUT TONIGHT...I'LL GET YOU SAT 7PM...LUV YA, W" I was excited, but I really wanted to talk with him on the phone. Well, at least I'll be on a date with him tomorrow night. At work the next day I even told Robbie about me and Willie going on our Saturday night date tonight. He was quiet a bit and mumbled, "No offense Dylan, but I'd rather not hear about him. I'm jealous of him". Robbie was so serious about it I didn't goof on him at all. I just said, "Sorry, Robbie. I don't want to make you feel bad." Then, to change the subject, I came right out and asked him about smoking marijuana and, specifically about trying to get Chubby to smoke some that time at the dead end road. I wasn't accusatory at all, just told him I was curious. Robbie wasn't taken aback too much by my mention of the marijuana incident although he did act a little bit embarrassed to tell me the reason he'd brought the subject up with Chubby. He claims he was starting to worry that Chubby, and maybe me too, might begin to think he was boring or something. Robbie wanted to impress Chubby so he assumed it would seem cool to smoke some weed, he asked Chubby to join him. Chubby declined which really surprised Robbie because he was sure Chubby was the type who would smoke it... Chubby just seemed so "with it' and cool and Robbie associated that with pot for some reason. Apparently Robbie has smoked pot in the past for basically the same reason... to impress his peers. There's been three or four times at parties with the baseball team guys that Robbie joined in and smoked a bit although he claimed not to have enjoyed it or felt 'high' from it at all. Frankly I was relieved Robbie's explanation sounded believable. It's crazy, but it was just like Robbie not to be confident enough to say "no" to the pot. As I've stated before, he has every reason to be a confident kid... he's popular, smart, on the baseball team and on and on. Didn't translate to confidence in Robbie's mind though, so what are you gonna do. I blew the whole matter off with, "Yeah, Chubby and I agree with you Robbie, pot sucks. We don't smoke that shit, not that there's anything wrong with guys who do smoke it, we just don't like it... it stinks, the smell I mean". Robbie was cool with that.

I should have left it at that because Robbie was acting a bit more up-beat again but I stupidly forgot I was trying to change the subject and I talked on about Willie, hell I was excited... it was wrong of me though. Robbie wanted me to talk about him and me... not Willie and me. He pouted or did something close to pouting the rest day and it took the edge off my excitement about seeing Willie. There wasn't any fooling myself about this... Robbie was awesomely hot for sure, but I really was missing Willie and I could hardly wait to see him. Willie always knew exactly what he wanted and he went right for it. I admired him a lot for that and for many other things too. I'm in love with him... yes, this is true love. It makes me get wet thinking about him and I think about him a lot! But, I'll need to wait just a few more hours before I can see him again.

After a hot, difficult day at work Robbie and I were all sweaty driving back to the shop in the back of the pick-up with the warm humid air flowing over us during the ride. No talking, but we still ended up in the way-back section of the locker room doing a sweet, sweaty kiss goodbye. Walking back up to Robbie's locker after our make-out I told him, "I'm so sorry you're upset, Robbie. I told you about Willie before though, remember? Don't be sad, I spend way, way more time with you than I do with him. OK, Robbie?" He nodded his head and clung to me. Jesus, it was both awesome and depressing at the same time. I'm starting to think he really is in love with me. This kid has never hidden his emotions so he must really have a "thing" for me. I felt so lucky on the one hand, but unlucky on the other because his feelings were bringing me down off the high I'm on about my date tonight. I wanted to revel in that thought, but now I'm also concerned about hurting Robbie. Why does everything happen to me? I made myself be patient with Robbie... I let him decide when we'd break our hug and, as it turned out, his folks were ready to leave pretty quickly so he gave me a shy smile while quietly saying, "Thanks for being so sweet about the bratty way I'm acting. I love you, Dylan." He then walked quickly out of the locker room and I was left totally alone. I slowly sauntered to my locker to make sure it was locked and I thought about those notes in my locker many weeks ago. Maybe Robbie did put them there after all... should I bring it up?

The bus ride home went without incident and at home I quickly took a shower and got dressed for my date. Chubby has his window washer meeting with Rickie and the other window washer boys on Saturday nights so I won't see him until tomorrow morning... all those boys will have dinner at Rickie's tonight, then have their meeting, then get their weekly buzz cuts at the Mall, and then they'll do some activity like the movies, bowling, whatever... I don't even ask anymore. Once they went to a party and Chubby got wasted, and another time they all got their ears pierced. Thinking about that, I reached up to feel the pierced ear I'd gotten compliments of mohawk man, and the cool hoop earring he gave me too. He gave me quite a fucking as well, can't forget that... and that god damn spanking too! I ask again... why does everything happen to me? Putting on both the watch and that super fine necklace Willie's gave me on past dates made me wonder if he had another present for me tonight. Then, the door bell chimes and my heartbeat picked-up, I was real excited, but a little nervously scared too because with Willie ya just never know. That's part of the picture with him, Willie's unpredictable... actually he fascinates me. God, my heart is pounding like mad. I opened the door, holding my breath, and there he is with his big bright eyes and that great smile, his nose scrunched up at the bridge where he had those little freckles... he looked beautiful to me. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and whined, "Willie, I love you. I missed you!" He's chuckling and, staggering through the doorway into the living room, almost carrying me, he goes, "Nice greeting, Dylan. I love you too baby, you know that." I got my mouth on his and Willie did his kissing magic, he's the best kisser ever. When Robbie and I are kissing, more of the action comes from me, but with Willie, forget about it! His lips and tongue are constant motion. I don't mean to infer that making-out with Robbie isn't hot because it's wicked hot, but with Willie he just sweeps me off my feet and I can't catch my breath. We almost stumble over backwards until Willie pulls apart slightly to breathlessly say, "Oh, you missed your Willie, did ya? I know what you need, Dylan." He had a cute smirk on his face when he said, "I'll fuck ya in your own bed so when you get in bed later tonight it'll remind you of me. OK?" I nodded my head and took his hand to lead him down the hall. My dick was already half hard.

Willie dropped his pleated Polo shorts saying, "Take everything off, Dylan, and get up on your little bed there. What's that called? a bunk bed?" He was neatly laying his shorts across the chair and pulling off his Polo golf shirt as I say, "No, it's just a twin bed, not a bunk bed... hell, I don't know." I was undressed first because I just toss my clothes in a pile. Willie folded his neatly as he says, "This is gonna be hot. Get over here, you know what I like to start with" and he leans over on the edge of the bed. I knew very well what he was referring to. Getting on my knees behind him I look at his great, plump ass for a second. He has kind of thin thighs, but they're strong looking too, his buttocks weren't thin at all though... like I said, they were two plump bubble butts... firm, plump, bubble butts. I grabbed a fist full of each one and massaged both for a few seconds, then rubbed them gently before kissing one, then the other. Licking and kissing his ass was very sexy to me, to Willie also apparently as I heard his steam-sound coming from him as he blew air out through his tightly closed teeth and then he followed that with a large, exaggerated inhale. After giving wet, sloppy kisses all over his buttocks I spread them apart and there was that tight rosebud asshole. Very pink and very clean looking. I lick just across the opening a number of times before doing long laps from just behind his scrotum, up his crack, over his asshole and up the rest of his crack to the notch in his back at the top of his crack. Then again and again... Willie made a gasping sound and I reached around to stroke his hardening cock. He shivered and shuddered when I did that and then I turned my attention to concentrate exclusively on his hole. This is a big turn on for me, rimming Willie, I mean, especially because I know what follows... I get to suck his cock! Working my tongue inside his asshole and squirming it up about an inch with my nose plastered tight in his crack, then slowly out, then back up inside and I did that until Willie cries out, "Oh my God... Dylan, ya gotta stop or I'm going to cum".

Sitting back on my ankles and stroking my own boner absently, Willie slowly turns completely around, leaning his rear-end against the bed, looks down at me with a smile and quietly say, "I missed you too, Dylan." and he chuckled again... his penis looked so long I had to gulp thinking about it soon going way up inside me. We looked at each other and I saw someone with the happiest expression on their face, like he was thrilled to be with me... his expression seemed to say to me that I was the one person in the entire world he most wanted to be with. That would make anybody feel special and that's how I felt... special, like I was special and I really believe I am to Willie. It's a feeling everyone should experience with another! Shortly Willie motioned with his finger that I should start sucking his cock so I leaned forward and took it in my hand... I could feel it had softened some during the lull so I stroked it and then, still hold his cock in my fist, I began licking his balls getting his scrotum dripping with my saliva. I sucked his wet nuts, one at a time into my mouth to suck and tongue and then I did the same with both nuts in my mouth at the same time. I sucked and pressed against them with my tongue until I heard a grunt from Willie... then I knew I'd put enough pressure on that bag of nuts to get his attention. Willie constantly played with my hair or rubbed up the back of my head... he has such an affectionate way of touching, it enhanced that earlier feeling that I'm special to him. His balls nicely sucked and sufficiently wet and dripping, I pushed the sac out and started lapping up the shaft of his cock which was rigidly hard again. Then my favorite part, sucking on the head of his cock. I sucked it till he grunted, "Wait..." Looking up at him with my eyes at the top of their sockets, he says, "I felt like I was starting to cum .. hold up a sec".

Sitting back on my ankles again I rubbed all around his pubic area which had grown in to about three-quarters of an inch since the last time it was shaved. As I said, sometimes I shave Willie and sometimes he does it himself, but he now likes the feel and the look of a shaved pubic area. Willie, calmed down a bit, says "Get my cock real sloppy Dlyan, I'm going to fuck you now." He was now real serious, I know Willie takes fucking seriously... hell, I was so anxious my boner was bobbing up and down between my legs as I drooled spit on his boner. Naturally I wish he's use lube but Willie insist on doing me raw, no lube, just precum usually. At least he's letting me get it slippery wet this time. "Alright, that's enough", he says. I look up at him to see him biting his lower lip, then licking it... "Get up on top of your bed, on your knees and forearms." I scampered up on my twin bed and got in position. Willie climbs up saying, "Get that pussy up higher" and I groaned inside my head thinking... there he goes with that stupid Larry-speak... calling my ass a pussy.

The bed creaks as Willie got on it to stand behind me at the bottom of the bed, bending his long almost hairless legs so he was the right height to fuck my ass. I felt his boner bounce off the top of my buttocks, then he had it lined up with my hole and without hesitating he humped it in past my sphincter ring, it went in about three inches and he immediately withdrew it almost all the way out only to hump it back up inside my ass a good six inches... then a slow push till his scratchy pubes were flush against my smooth, round ass cheeks. I had my teeth grinding together because it hurt like hell, but it didn't hurt for long. My tunnel quickly analyzed the situation and expanded enough to accommodate Willie's boner which wasn't especially big, just long. He had hold of my hips during the early thrusting, but now took his right hand away to smack my ass a few times hard. When I said, "Hey!" he smacked it harder three more times and then fucked me fast and deep. He was a little frantic and the thought entered my head that Willie hadn't fucked anyone since the last time he fucked me... he was hornier than me, maybe. I'd had Robbie a couple of times to relieve some horniness, Willie maybe had just his hand. That thought didn't last long in my head though because Willie's cock felt so good inside me I just moaned out in pleasure. I didn't even care if it sounded wimpy or whatever, it felt so hot and so sexy and so good that the sounds came out of me on their own.

As I made that "Mmmmmm' sound with each thrust I realized that I like Willie fucking me better than any other sex I'd experienced, it had me almost delirious with pleasure sensations in my hole, in my groin, tingling all over my ass, my head moving back and forth... just fabulous. I didn't want it to end... and it kept getting better and better the closer I was to climax. The feeling in my balls and the head of my boner made me begin slowly stroking myself. I was huffing and puffing, my eyesight blurred from squinting, as I jerked my boner and Willie fucked my ass grunting and making that steam-from-a-valve sound through his teeth behind me. We climaxed almost together... me first, and as usual the tightness of my sphincter muscle each time my body forced a shot of cum from my balls up and out the pee slit strangled the shaft of Willie's cock. This was the final stimulation necessary for him, he blew his load inside my ass while squealing out a sound that was more girlie than the sound I'd just made. I'd fired cum up on my chest and then down onto my pillow, the initial spray actually hit under my chin. I haven't cum that hard since Willie fucked me on our date in Sea Isle City. There is a definite difference in climax intensity from one load to the next, believe me on that. Every climax feels fabulous, but some are super novas, like this one, and they're quite different.

Groaning and moaning, Willie mumbled, "Is that what you were looking for, Dylan? Feel good, baby? Huh?" I just continued with the "Mmmmm" responses, my eyes lightly closed as I enjoyed the aftershock of my climax. For me, the glow from a Willie fuck lasted a couple of minutes with my toes fluttering and a full body shudder and shake. My groin area and asshole tingled and the whole experience, it was all so good I wanted to cuddle into Willie's body. He helped that along by using his feet to pull my legs backward as he slowly and carefully laid down on my back keeping part of his semi-hard penis inside my ass. Once my torso was flat on the bed with Willie on my back, he got his arms under me and wrapped me up with my arms pinned to my body and then he rolled us up on our sides. Right away he finished wrapping me up tightly by encasing my legs in his. A few humps of his cock in my ass and a little more squirming until I couldn't move at all. This was nice, it probably sounds silly, but captured by Willie like this made me feel so wanted, so desired and so relaxed, and safe too. Just for the hell of it I tried squirming and Willie tightened the grips of his arms and legs... I was helpless and might just as well let my muscles relax completely... as soon as Willie sensed I was totally docile for him he humped his cock in my hole a few more times, just to show me he could, and then let up on his grip just a tad.

We lay there quietly catching our breath and enjoying the feel of each other's bodies, the only sounds came from our breathing. I felt him rubbing his nose against the hair on the side of my head and then he quietly said, "Ahhh, you smell so nice Dylan... alright now, just stay still like you are right now" and he let go of his top right arm while gripping the wrist of my right arm with his left so both my arms were still held against my body... then, using his right hand he pushed my head sideways at an awkward angle so he could get at my neck and began another hickey. He wants me to have one of his hickeys when we go on a date. Carl was big on that too way back when, maybe that's where Willie got the idea. At first it felt sexy for him to suck on a small patch of my neck skin, but soon it began to burn and when I groaned and tried to squirm he tightened everything down again, humped by hole with his hardening boner a few times, and pressed my head further to the side... I lay still for him. Hickeys are usually just red welts of broken blood vessels under the neck skin. They're caused, as I said, by someone sucking and tonguing that one small area, but Willie overdid it because he wanted a raised welt that was immediately obvious to anyone who even just glanced at me. It's a very visible mark of possession actually, saying I was Willie's boyfriend... sort of his possession. When he had sucked it so long I thought I'd scream, he finally was satisfied and mumbled to himself, "OK, that's a good one".

Willie was breathing hard for a minute and then, right in my ear he whispered, "This hickey is perfect, and that was an awesome fuck we just had too. Have I ever told ya how much I love your pussy, Dylan?... my cock loves it too". I could tell he was smiling when he said that and I should just have let it pass without comment... I didn't though. Trying not to whine, I said, "I hate when you call my ass a pussy. That's a Larry "thing" and you're much better than Larry. Call my ass an ass." Willie tightened up on my body alarmingly with both his arms and legs, and through clenched teeth said, "Why do you need everything to be your fucking way. Huh? Why? What's the difference if I want to call your ass a pussy. Why focus on something so insignificant? This really pisses me off... listen to me Dylan, when I fuck you, your ass is a pussy. You got that? If I'm fucking you, whenever the fuck I'm fucking you, you're anus is a vagina, a pussy. Is that clear?" This was the only time I've ever witnessed Willie's real temper. I was shocked at his response, the anger in it. My body was tense, I felt like a steel wire in his grasp. Not being able to think of a good retort I said nothing. He snarled, "It's a pussy when I fuck it. What is it?" I whimpered, "A pussy". He goes, "What is that hole in your backside when I fuck you?" and I said, "It's my pussy". Willie took a deep breath and in a slightly more conversational manner said, "OK, good. I don't want you to contradict me again about that. When you're referring to me fucking you, you refer to your pussy, not your ass. Got it? It's just a word for Christ sakes, but it's a word that increases my turn-on, my arousal, other then that... it's no big fucking deal. You understand me?" I mumbled, "Yes" and he goes, "yes, what?" and I mumbled, "Yes, I understand my ass is my pussy when you're fucking me." We were both silent for five minutes, but I'd begun to feel Willie's cock firming up big-time up my ass when I acquiescing to him about my ass actually being my pussy. His cock became a steel rod when I finally said, "yes Willie, it's my pussy".

As Chubby knows, I'm good with the silent treatment... I'll let it go on indefinitely, mostly because I can hardly ever come up with the right thing to say. Finally Willie took a deep breath and, in a very contrite voice said, "Would you like me to do you again, baby?" He was trying to make-up I guess. I'm a world class pouter though so I said, "I don't care" when actually, it's been two weeks since we'd had sex together and I did want it again. He said, "I already know about your pouting, Dylan, so I'm going to give you another chance. Would you like me to do you again?" This time I said, "Un-huh" and I nodded my head. Willie, in a more playful voice says, "Well, ask me then. Tell me what you want" and I saw where this was going but I hate confrontations so I gave in and, in a forced playful voice, said, "Would you please fuck my pussy, Willie" and he goes, "Good boy" and he started in with a fuck that lasted a good fifteen minutes. We began on our sides like that, but he rustled me around on my bed in a number of positions, fucking me real good with that long cock of his. It simply felt fabulous, it's the best feeling I know in this world, maybe it's the best feeling in any world for that matter. I love to be fucked by Willie. Two minutes before I finally had my second climax of the night I was on my back, Willie had my legs spread out flat on the bed at my sides, he was on his knees with sweat dripping off his forehead, fucking my boy pussy like there was no tomorrow. Finally I let out a squeal as a spurt of cum flew out of my cock, landing about two inches up on my belly... it was followed by a spurt that never broke free of my cock head. Small, tiny, amounts of cum, but they felt fantastic while my balls were churning them up and also when they made the trip from my nuts to my dick and out into the atmosphere... well, like I said, there's no better feeling in this world. Willie took another two minutes fucking my hole before shooting his small second load up inside me. He pulled out right afterward laughing in a good natured way while complaining, "Oh, my dick, Dylan. The head of my cock is so sensitive, I can't believe it" and he held it away from his body. He was serious. "It burns, dude" he said smiling, then added "but it was worth it, baby. What a fuck that was. Huh? I almost took both of us over the side of this tiny bed when I got you on your back. God damn, that was fun! and HOT!" I go, "I loved it too, baby" and he stopped chuckling to frown down at me because I called him "baby". He didn't want to start another fight either, not about that, I could tell... and we had no more talk about pussies for the moment either. He can call it what he wants, I guess... all I know is, it feels really, really good. Willie's cock head does gets sensitive like that, it's happened before, but he's a quick healer.

We flopped back on my bed side by side with Willie holding his penis head away from contact of any kind. After a few minutes he insinuated his arm under my neck and pulled my head over to kiss the side of my forehead and say, "You still mad at me? I heard that sarcastic "baby" comment, ya know?" I shook my head "no" and he squeezed my neck and kissed me again. We lay there together for some time... all of sudden it came back to me that Carl and I had this same dumb discussion about calling my ass a pussy months ago... and with the exact same result. I gave in and agreed it's alright to call my ass a pussy. It's only a word for Christ sakes, I think that's what Willie said earlier... forget it. Later Willie said, "I need to pee and I want you to do my pubes now too... so, lets get that done before we head out. We should take off for the block party pretty soon." I knew that the original block party had been cancelled due to rain, but this is the first I knew about it being rescheduled for tonight. Cool! We walked bare ass, with me holding Willie's hand again, downstairs to the finished basement and into the half bath. The same half bath I'd fucked Robbie in Tuesday night. That made me remember I promised myself I'd do something for Willie, something special to ease my guilty conscience about cheating on him. Maybe I already did it with that pussy routine... me giving in so submissively and all. I thought about that as I was using the electric trimmers on Willie's bush, it had grown in a bit more than I'd originally thought. Then I soaked the stubble, lathered on the shaving cream, and with a safety razor carefully shaved him smooth as a baby.

After I'd shaved him and rubbed my hand all around feeling for a hair I may have missed we went upstairs again to squeez into my bedroom's small bath to shower together. Willie was big on cleanliness, which isn't a bad thing. I can take it or leave it. We dried ourselves and fixed our flattops as Willie mumbled, "My hair grew in faster than yours, Dylan". I took that opening to say, "Oh, I wanted to ask you something about that... would it be all right with you if I got a buzzcut this week?" I asked him that as part of my plans for the up-coming, very unfortunate, Saturday over-night stay with Joel. Joel was insisting my hair be no longer than half an inch on top. That's how long it had been coming out of that military barbershop two weeks ago, but now it was almost an inch long in the front. Willie looked at me and said, "No. No buzzcuts, I don't like em'. Ya do know that I'm in trouble with Larry about this haircut already, so I'll probably need to grow my hair out for the school year. I'll want you to have whatever hairstyle I have... it's my thang, dude. Heh heh, ya know... that my boyfriend and me have the same haircut at all times. heh heh" He meant what he said even though he was in a joking mood about it, so my face dropped, joking mood or not, what the hell was I going to do now? Who knows what Joel will do if I don't get it cut. Willie says, "No buzz, but this one last time you can have another flattop. I'll take you over to the Wellesly barbershop where I first got mine cut and have him do his version of a flattop for you. He'll at least level it off like it should be, not like that butcher of a barber cut it in that military chop shop. Jesus! that was one of my really bad ideas, wasn't it?" and he laughing about it as we dressed. I figured, this will work out OK afterall, my hair will be short enough to pass Joel's requirements, and I don't really give a shit about hair styles myself. Along that line... hell, Chubby and I did buzzcuts on each other for years and years... OK, so now I'll get one more stupid flattop to satisfy Joel and I'm good, things are shaping up here!

Shorty, Willie and I went outside and down the steps to get into his convertible... it was a beautiful late July night. We were heading for Cambridge and the gayborhood block party. Jeez, I couldn't help think about the sex we just had and how it had been so good. My hickey burned, but other then that I felt relaxed and wonderfully satisfied. Looking over at Willie I'm thinking how lucky I've been since coming "out"... and ain't he a cute boyfriend. OK, so he did get a little heavy-handed with me about that silly "pussy/ass" thing, that's fine... he's got a right to get pissed-off once in a while too, just like I do. I respect him... I don't know, maybe getting fucked twice by him tonight is influencing my feelings, but I really do love him so much. I had time for my thoughts because we couldn't talk very easily flying down the Mass Pike at sixty-five miles an hour, top down and music blaring and the wind howling all around us. I thought my thoughts, and just enjoyed the great way I felt right now. Willie and me were coming together so perfectly, but I did need to admit to myself that my plan of using baby steps to get him to realize that the dominant/submissive thing was stupid might not be going my way. It looks like the opposite is happening... his baby steps method of getting me to adhere to his concept of a relationship is what's actually working. I'm giving in inch by inch to Willie, and Willie loves to be dominant and he loves me being submissive... not that he's abuses that position. He treats me like I'm a special treasure that he's lucky enough to have stumbled upon so it's cool, and I remembered that rush I got when Robbie acted submissive to me too. I can see things from both sides now, and I can see that's it's basically harmless if it's just in good fun like us boys are doing it. A madman like the mohawk man, or like Joel, well that's a different story entirely. I'm sure I'll be in for a rough time with Joel next weekend, and I understand too that it's really outrageouly unfair that I need to put up with it just to keep my job, but no one ever said life is fair. Doing what Joel wants sucks!, but being submissive to Willie, that's play time, the toy store of life... fun and games, that's all it is really, and with Willie I kind of like it. Of course, the fact that I love him just might have something to do with the way I rationalized about certain things, but so what, I'm happy.

DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 12

Chapter Three

We didn't get lucky with a parking spot and it was a six block walk from where Willie parked the car to the block party. On the way Willie walked with his arm around my waist as he usually does, there were others walking too, so I asked in a real low voice, "Ah, Willie... remember at Sea Isle you said you'd walk with your arm around my shoulders? Ya know, I feel more comfortable that way, if you don't mind too much." In a good-natured way Willie goes, "First off, it was my arm around your neck, not around your shoulders, and secondly... yes, I do mind "too much". I want everyone to know you're my boyfriend. OK, Dylan?" I huffed an exaggerated exhale and thought about Sea Isle that Sunday morning, laying in bed hung over, I'd asked him where he'd gotten his ideas for proper dating protocol such as the arm around your boyfriend's waist, wearing the same haircuts, etc... where did it all come from. He hadn't known what I was talking about. He said something to the affect that everyone knows that this is the way it's done, what did I mean "where did he get the idea?" Then he went on to include the concept about one boy in a gay relationship being the "lead"... he meant "dominant", but he knows that term aggravates me. It was all explained in this off-hand manner of Willie's as if it should all be perfectly obvious. That made me think again about the irony of me expecting to change Willie little by little, when it's actually him that's changing me little by little. It's comical really, Willie can be so unassuming and the next thing I know we're doing things exactly the way he wants.

As we walked toward the block party, Willie's arm still around my waist pulling me against him, I wondered when it was that I'd fallen in love with him. It's not as if a light, all of a sudden, turned on in my head or anything like that, it's more like an after-thought... like, hey I'm in love with him! It was sometime during the weekend in Sea Isle City, probably when he put his foot down with me but afterward was so clever he still somehow made me fall in love with him. He has a magnetic personality as far as I'm concerned... all the things he can do, and has already done, and all the people he knows... it fascinates me. Willie is the most unique person I've ever met... well, he's in competition with Chubby for that title I guess. They're very different boys except in two areas... self assurance and their own original way of interacting with the world around them. They're both pretty cute too, which don't hurt the situation any.

As we walked toward the block party, sharing a cigarette, most of the people around us paid us no mind, the exception being three guys together around a bench, passing a quart bottle of beer back and forth. The bench they were lounging on was in this well manicured common area we were walking by. They appeared to be about twenty years old or so. The one who looked like a young Leonardo Di Caprio shouted out, "You girls look cute together. Ya want to really have a good time, how bout giving us some head!" Willie flashed them the finger and yelled back, "Hey, fuck you, ya losers! Shouldn't you be off shining shoes somewhere?" I was shocked he would call these three out, and not only that, but he stops and sort of challenges them to do something about it. They stayed where they were and shouted back, "Move it along fairy boys, you're giving the neighborhood a bad odor" but they were less enthusiastic with that last insult then their initial one. Willie laughed at them, gave them the finger again and yelled, "Practice this line assholes.. you want fries with your order?" and he tugged on my side a little indicating we'd be sauntering on our way now. The three guys had a weak, "Queers!" call, but that was it. My heart was beating fast. I've been in my share of fights, Chubby and I both have, but antagonizing three healthy twenty-something year old guys isn't a move I'd normally make... leave sleeping dogs lie, pretend you didn't hear them, or something like that. Not Willie, and it's funny too because usually he's oblivious to his surroundings ... surroundings that don't interest him that is. He seems to be aware of every step I take of course, but all the other people walking by us might as well be invisible as far as Willie's concerned... except the ones who call out an insult. Maybe Willie felt he was protecting the honor of his boyfriend, who happens to be me. I'd encourage him not to do that if I thought it would do any good. The entire episode made me laugh once we were down the block a ways. Willie, hearing me chuckle, absently asks, "What's so funny?" He had already put that incident into the junk pile. Chubby and me would be going over it twenty times, embellishing the tale till it was almost unrecognizable ... it's fun to do that sometimes. I laughed and then I gulped because I'd been sure we were going to be in a fist-fight, I'm no coward, but I ain't stupid either. Getting my ass kicked isn't high on my "to do" list.

Another block and I heard music which told me we were just around the corner from the block party. It was "club" dance music, not music you hear regularly on main stream FM radio. Lot's of hot beat and not a lot of lyrics, but cool! The first guys we see are the two I met when we went to the movies in Cambridge many weeks ago, Jeremy Goldman and Martin Remingdom. Both fellows are obviously quite gay although supposedly not boyfriends. They were both twenty-two if I remember correctly. Quick hugs and "air" kisses all the way around and the first comment from them was predictable. Jeremy said, "Jesus Willie, these are even worse haircuts then the last ones you boys had. What's wrong with you two?" Willie goes, "It's a long story, Jeremy. My bad actually, and oh... by the way, have you put on weight?" Martin laughed saying, "Only twelve pounds" and Jeremy's like, "What a liar you are Martin" and he looks right at me and goes," WOW! Look at the hickey Willie gave Dylan!" Jeremy's like, "Move over Martin, let me see." Then he giggles and goes, "Oh my God I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about Willie sucking on that tender neck of yours. Ooooooh, you two are soooo lucky to have each other!" Willie and me smirked at one another. We kept walking, Jeremy and Martin with us now. I could see up ahead tables had been set-up and many of them appeared to be covered with plates containing different food dishes, some hot and some cold is what it looked like. Maybe fifty different food selections. Two large grilles with a number of guys barbecuing chicken and other meats stood smoking on the other side of the tables. Looking around I'd guess at least a hundred people, probably more, and I saw a group of six just walking into the blocked off area now so the crowd is still growing. All the food smelled good and I was hungry. We got in the food line and out of nowhere Martin says, "I'd like to lick your ass like a doggie, Dylan". Willie mumbles, "When did you start doing heavy drugs..?" and he gets a "humph!" from Martin who then says, "I'm so old, I just love the twinks, I think I always will"... we got paper plates and began loading on various side dishes, ignoring the "old" twenty-two year old Martin as we eyed the food choices.

Looking around it was apparent the guys who planned this block party had done a great job, not only with the food, but the accommodations too... there were aluminum picnic tables and chairs, plenty of modern looking port-a-potties, coolers set-up on tables with all types of soft drinks, two bars for "hard" drinks, plus all the great music and colored strings of lights hanging all over, and a nice dance floor with a professional DJ playing the tunes. The whole block was alive with conversation, dancing and eating... lots of loud laughter and a high excitement level overall. Willie was buying twenty dollars worth of a fifty-fifty raffle while I got us all soft drinks. I brought back large plastic cups of ice cold lemonade for everyone. Willie says to me, "We'll get ourselves some vodka drinks after we eat Dylan, but for now the lemonade is perfect because booze ruins food if you ask me". Martin said we should have wine with our meal, Willie and I are like, "Yuck!" to that. The food was very good and we all ate our first plate without much talking. Willie finished first and me second, he says, "Let's get another plate Dylan", I nodded my head, swallowing the last bite on my plate, a forkful of homemade chicken salad. As I was getting up to go with him, Willie beamed at me and said, "You're even yummier then the food" and then he kissed my mayonnaise covered lips mumbling, "Yum!". We went off for the barbecued chicken, some sweet molasses baked beans, and some kind of Chinese noodle salad that Willie put on my plate saying I'd like it.

Well, I thought, Willie loves me and I love him, now ain't that convenient. I almost always feel like he's taking care of me somehow, which is weird I know, but I loved being with him. He really has expanded my world, so many new experiences and the new people I've met along the way. Speaking of new people, there were two of them at our picnic table when we got back with our replenished plates. As soon as Willie saw them he screamed, "Lonny! You made it! and Terry O'Neil too." They both got right up and mauled Willie, in a sweet way. Neither Lonny nor Terry were teenagers, but I couldn't really tell how old they were... somewhere between twenty and thirty is my best guess, probably closer to thirty. I would have assumed they were both gay no matter the circumstances. Lonny had make-up on and his hair was longish, in a emo style with hair covering one eye. He had rings on both thumbs and a strong cologne/perfume smell that was very spicy, not horrible, but strong. He wore dark colored clothes, was thin and quite tall. Terry, on the other hand, looked almost normal except for the nose ring and the tattoo on the side of his neck. He was shorter then me and pudgy with preppy clothes, madras button-down shirt, pleated bermuda shorts and topsiders on his sock-less feet. Quite a contrasting pair, Lonny did all the talking for the duo.

He squealed when Willie introduced me, "Willie, you finally got your boyfriend! How marvelous! And, is that a humongous hickey I see or did Dylan swallow an apple?" and then, directed at me he said, "Willie's been looking for you for years. He's so particular, and he finally found what he was looking for. And the size of that hickey tells me you're one lucky boy too! Give me a kiss!" and he pulled my head roughly over to kiss my lips leaving greasy-feeling lipstick behind. He screamed, "Oh no! Willie will get mad" meaning the lipstick he'd left on me. He pulled out what looked to me like a lady's hanky, spit on it, and wiped the lipstick off my lips. Willie was chuckling, "Poor Dylan, Lon has a crush on him already" and Terry just groaned, "Oh God, not another one". Willie explained to me that he'd met these two a few years ago at a gay out-reach program that one of the churches in Cambridge was having. None of them joined the church, but they all hit it off and have been doing things together at least once a month for two years now. Lon and Terry are a couple... they own a spa/salon together situated not far from where we were. Lon does make-up and nails and Terry is the hair stylist. It's a unisex salon catering mostly to gays as well as rich woman from Beacon Hill and Cambridge. "Oh my goodness, the liberal rich straight woman can't love us enough, can they Terry?" Lonny was effervescent about everything.

When we couldn't eat any more, four of us... Willie, me, Lon and Terry went to get an adult beverage. From last year's block party Willie told me that it doesn't matter even a little bit if one is an adults or not... if you got the money, you get the drink. Jeremy and Martin went over to the dance floor, they don't drink much. We got grapefruit juice and vodka for which Willie paid five dollars each... the alcohol drinks helped cover the cost of the block party I was told. We talked with Lon and Terry some more... well actually, mostly Willie and Lon talked. Terry stayed real close to Lon and Willie always had an arm around me so I guess Terry and I were playing the same role in our gay relationships... I had no problem with it and Terry didn't seem to mind either. Even though Terry and Lonny were demonstratively "gay" I enjoyed being with them. I'm gay and it just felt good being with other gays, even those who were maybe a bit too flamboyant. Finished our first drinks Willie got everyone a second. Lon and Terry were drinking white wine that Terry let me taste... gastly! Worse than those strong beers Willie got us in the gay club in Sea Isle City. We finished our second drinks while Willie and me smoked. We had to tolerate Lon chastising us for smoking. Willie just laughed and said he was forced to smoke as a compromise, his boyfriend had insisted and Willie said he was afraid to say no. He smiled at me while telling that half truth. That's alright, he was kidding me, but he was also smoking so I won at least one concession between us.

It was very relaxing all the way around and the vodka probably helped, but mostly it was the guys. Lonny was teasing us about our haircuts, it seemed everybody did, and then said, "Oh my God, I just thought of this, Willie... do you have Dylan in girl's panties yet. That's always been your fantasy, right?" I go, "Panties?" and Lonny says, "Oh yeah, Willie wants his boyfriend, if he ever found one, wearing girlie silky panties with little bows and frilly lace. I bet you didn't know I knew that, did you Dylan? Can you show us a little peek at what they look like?" Willie said, "He doesn't know about the panties fantasy, Lon! Not until you opened your big mouth anyway... so obviously he's not wearing them." Then Willie giggled and added, "Not yet, anyway. I'm sneaking up to it". Willie and Lonny were both laughing about it, but I think they were serious. Lon goes, "Oh Dylan, please wear them for your boyfriend. I want to see how proud he'll be if you do."

I'm like, "Huh?" and Willie pulls my head over and says, "Would you do that for me, baby? Wear some silky panties? Seriously, would you?" He really meant it, and although I wanted him to be able to show-off for his friends, I didn't want to wear panties, not really. Never-the-less, I mumbled, "I guess I will if you really need me to" and Willie nods his head at Terry and Lon and said, "See..." They go, "You rock Willie!" and then they do a limp wristed version of a high-five. Lon says, "Let's dance a while" and the four of us headed over towards the dance floor with me thinking... girlie panties?. On the way Lon bought all of us another drink which we put on an empty table for after we finished our dance.

As it turned out Willie and I did four fast dances in a row... the silk panty talk drifted out of my mind and I concentrated on my dance steps. I was dancing the way Willie had taught me to dance that time at his mother's birthday party. After the first dance Willie says, "You got good rhythm Dylan, try this move. After you do this, do this twice"... and just like that he taught be a new step. It was so cool, he's a great dancer, one of the best I saw all night at the party. We worked up a nice little sweat on our faces and when the DJ played a slow song, Willie and me wrapped our arms around each other and swayed with the music... the sides of our sweaty faces pressed together. I could feel the vodka doing it's job on my head... I was very relaxed, having a wonderful time. During the second slow song, Lon cut in saying, "Can I dance with Dylan, Willie?" and Willie just smiled and shook his head "OK" then joined Terry at the table to gulp most of that third vodka and grapefruit juice. I watched him thinking that the drink had to be warm by now. Lonny was a pretty good dancer too, and I hadn't expected him to be because he's so tall. I'm five foot ten and he was quite a bit taller than me so I figured Lon to be six foot three or so. He really held me close, and with him leading, we had ourselves a smooth ol' time. He smelled good, or I should say his cologne smelled good... it was still strong but it grows on ya. After the dance he kissed me a little too long, right on the lips again and this time with a little tongue. Then he cleaned the lipstick off my lips using that same hanky and spit technique from earlier in the evening. My eyes were looking down as he scrubbed my lips and I could see the long outline of his semi-hard cock. The length of it made me gulp, it was even longer than Willie's. As we walked back to join our boyfriends at the table I glanced at the short, sorta stubby Terry and thought... whoa! he's undoubtedly taking all of Lon's boner up that pussy of his, but it don't look like it's doing him any harm. Guess I'm getting off easy with only seven inches... or am I a little bit jealous of Terry. I grinned to myself about that.

I sat down next to Willie, who put his arm around my waist pulling me up against him. Almost immediately a fat kid who looked like he was about our age came over and kissed Willie on the cheek. Willie looked up and said, "Oh, hi! Walter. Whaazzz up?" Walter says, "Nothing much, I came over to see your boyfriend. Everybody says he's cute" and looking me over he adds, "I guess they're right too". He glances over to Willie quickly and asks, "Ya mind" and Willie goes, "No, it's OK" and Walter plants a wet kiss on my mouth and says, "Sweet!" Lonny laughs and, because he was ignored by Walter says, "What a delightful, overweight person... we must meet some day! Come on Terry, let's dance. See you boys around... ta ta, for now." We all gave a half hearted wave, Walter frowning at the "overweight" comment and then the three of us... Willie, Walter, and me wandered over to one of the bars and Willie bought us another drink. I hadn't touch the third one at the table, but this new one was ice cold and I couldn't even taste the vodka so I drank it pretty fast. I felt dizzy right after that too. Walter said, "Guess who's here, Willie? I saw him earlier." Willie's like, "Don't you dare tease me and say Charles Neil is here." Walters says, "Yep, in the flesh and he asked me if you were here. I knew you were cause the guys were talking about how you finally found someone you thought was good enough for ya. Good enough to be your boyfriend." He laughed then and Willie called him a cunt, but he laughed too. Then he said, "Dylan is too good for me, asshole. Hey, where'd ya last see Charles?" Walter said that it was near the DJ stand so we headed over to find him with me thinking that Willie appeared awfully excited learning this Charles person was here. It gave me a jealous pang and, damn! ..that surprised me too. As we walked, Willie described how he and Charles had been in the same class since the forth grade, including all through Prep school right up to the present. Willie has always had a crush on Charles, but he'd never managed to be included in Charles' clique. Willie says, "Us gay boys pee our pants trying to get Charles to pay attention to us. The rumor is he's 'done' a dozen boys at Prep, but I can't get him to 'do' me. It's sort of a badge of honor to be one of the notches on Charles' belt, to use a gunfighters metaphor. I'm like, "What....? Willie goes on with, "I must be nuts even introducing you to him because you'll fall for him instantly, but I'm gonna take a chance anyway. I've had a bet with him for three years about something, and with you as my boyfriend, I'm going to try collecting on it tonight. This is so fucking cool! I can't believe he even made it tonight, guess he's slumming."

We were approaching the DJ table, but I didn't see any cool guys. I was definitely not excited about this turn of events because I felt that Willie and I were having such a good time together. Now it seems Willie's more interested in this other guy... I had to hurry to keep pace with Willie and then he squealed, "Oh my God, there he is" and I'm looking for a super cute, hot guy, but I can't spot him. Willie runs up to this stocky kid who's about five foot eight inches tall and maybe a hundred seventy pounds. The guy has this superior look on his face as Willie gets right in front of him and jumps up and down in place until the guy smirks and holds out his arms which apparently is the "OK" for Willie to hug the guy while giggling excitedly, all red in the face. I'm thinking... what the fuck? This is so unlike Willie, I mean... the guy isn't even cute. Like I said he's average height, at best, and a bit heavy. Well, you know what... he wasn't heavy so much as bulky, like a football player. Like the body of Chubby's boss, Ricky... an unfortunate comparison, but accurate. There wasn't anything about Charles Neil's appearance that impressed me at all. He wasn't geeky looking so much as he was rough looking. Willie has these kind of delicate unusual facial features that all worked together nicely. This guy's features were chiseled, abrupt, brutish almost. Very dark red hair that he wore in a Prep-school-longish, over the ears hairdo. He had this reddish face to go with the dark red hair, which clashed. No way his skin would tan, only sunburn... his blunt nose was peeling right now as a matter of fact. He has kind of a low forehead... but, OK... maybe someone would say he was handsome in some macho looking way. Certainly not me, but I could see some people thinking that about Charles. He was just so not-my-type it was amazing that Willie could be in love with me and also have a crush on this totally opposite type person at the same time. Of course, Larry isn't a cutie either and Willie thinks he's the greatest, so go figure.

Charles says to Willie, "Don't make such a spectacle of yourself, Will. God, you never change. I sent Walter to find you because I need a ride home. My summer boyfriend, Nathan Rothmiers, who you obviously do not know, got sick eating some of the swill they served here and he had to drive himself over to Mass General Hospital for possible food poisoning. How did I ever let myself be talked into attending a 'block party'...?" When he said "block party" he had such distain in his voice, as if he was so far above a simple block party. I'm thinking... what an asshole, and also, why didn't he go with his sick so-called summer boyfriend to help him? I didn't like Charles, never mind falling for him like Willie had said I probably would. Charles reminded me of the bully type in his position as "big man on campus". How he ever got to be the "big man" I'll never understand. To lessor degrees I've witnessed this type of person all through Middle school and High School. Charles looked as if he wished he were wearing rubber gloves and a surgical mask to keep the commonness of us off his person. How obnoxious! Looking away from Charles and Willie I pouted a little because Willie preferred paying attention to Charles rather than me.

Charles certainly hadn't paid the slightest attention to me, that's for sure. He looked at Willie, for the first time really... and then did a theatrical double take while barking out a mean-spirited sounding laugh saying, "Does Larry know about that absurd haircut of yours? Your ass will be an appropriate shade of red when he finds out." Willie acted contrite saying that of course Larry knew, he'd told him right after he had it cut and he, Willie, knew what his punishment would be already, but he had to do the haircut as a favor for his boyfriend. And with that inaccurate background Willie said to me, "Come up here Dylan". I took two steps to stand next to him and he goes, "Charles, I'd like to introduce my boyfriend, Dylan Newman. Dylan this is THE MAN at Prep school... 'the' Charles Neil." As I knew Willie expected, I held out my hand and said, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Charles" and he sort of rolled his eyes and blew some air out between his lips as if saying "can I believe this" and he goes, "how ya doing, Newman" and he barely touched my hand with a weak, soft handshake. It was almost the exact same greeting I received from that snooty Prep School kid that Willie was with at the movies some months ago when Chubby and me ran into him there. The Prep School lads don't take to commoners very well it seems.

Willie babbled on, "Isn't he cool, Dylan. Charles and I go way back as I told you already, but I never expected he'd be at a block party." Then looking at Charles, who was going through his pockets with a disturbed expression on his face, Willie says, "Well, Charles... is he OK? Does he qualify?" Charles says, "That idiot Nathan took our cigarettes with him! Who has a cigarette?" Willie's like, "Dylan, give Charles one of ours, please." I held out the pack and Charles says, "Anyone have non-filters? These pussy smokes are worthless." He swiveled his head around but guys had drifted away, like I wished I could do... what a bore Charles is. With no other option, Charles grabbed my Marlboro Light pack from my hand, took a few out, put some in his shirt pocket and broke the filter off one to smoke now. He handed my depleted pack back saying, "Light..." and when I held out my Bic lighter Willie grabbed it from me and lit Charles' cigarette. I rolled my eyes and blew air out between my teeth in an annoyed manner which was ignored by Charles and Willie. Charles says, "Let get going Will, I've had all of this block party I need for the rest of my life". Those two started heading away from the party with Willie saying, "I had to park my car way over on Elm, the parking situation in Cambridge sucks." Charles grumpily replied, "Among other things. Quite an impressive hickey you got on your boy's neck though. Looks like something Carl would do and Larry would approve." I'm walking behind them on the sidewalk, but I can hear Willie say to Charles, "Yes, well I don't know about Carl, but Larry's been mentoring me through each step of my relationship with Dylan. I've made some missteps and Larry thinks I'm spoiling Dylan, and I am too, but I love him." Charles says, "Please, I'll heave up whatever it was I ate back there... no more about your boyfriend. You are such a loser, Will." Willie says, "I know, I know... I'll never learn. But, ah... do ya remember what you said last year at Spring break?"

Charles didn't really seem all that interested in what he'd said at Spring break, he flicked his cigarette butt high in the air, broke off the filter of another and as he put the new cigarette in his mouth, and in a completely uninterested manner he mumbled, "Spring break? No, how the fuck am I suppose to remember what I said at Spring break? Get me a light, and where the fuck is your car?." Willie reached around to me and said, "Your lighter, Dylan" I gave him a grimace of disapproval, but handed the lighter over again. Willie lit Charles' cigarette saying, "The car's parked on the next block. Ah, Charles... ah, last Spring break at Snyth's party you said you'd never 'do' me one on one, but if I got a hot enough boyfriend you'd consider a three-way. Remember?" At that comment Charles did that dismissive bark of a laugh and said, "Yeah... and?" Willie whines, "Well I've got my boyfriend and we're all here, and you know how much I've always wanted to do a little buddy-sex with you. Right?" Willie was trying to keep it light and humorous as he groveled and begged simultaneously. "Come on Charles, we can stop off at my house on the way to yours." Charles blows a lot of smoke out and says, "You are quite the pain in the ass. But, I fucking actually do remember saying that now, but I said a hot boyfriend not some cute girly boy and, by the way... have you got him in those frilly panties your always talking about? I'd like to check that out for laughs." Willie goes, "No, not yet, but I'll put a pair on him tonight if you'll stop at my place and play gay for awhile. You did promise, Charles." He goes, "Yeah, Ok... forty-five minutes tops. I'm horny anyway what with Nathan throwing his guts up tonight and therefore being unavailable. I was going to do that boy a new asshole tonight." By now we were at the car and, as an after though, Charles nods his head back at me and says, "You cover all this with her yet?" and Willie turns around and tells me, "We're going to stop off at my house and the three of us are going to play around a little. Gay fun, ya know?" I said nothing as usual... just shook my head "no". Charles sees that and laughing out loud again he says, "Who's under who's thumb, Will? God you are the biggest loser I know. If we hadn't going to elementary school together, at Prep I'd be taking your lunch money and locking you in a locker like I did to that Dwight kid last year. Remember him?"

Willie wasn't listening to Charles though. He'd grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the car a few steps... he has a strong grip when he's pissed off. Charles was doing a mocking laugh as he got in the shotgun seat of the car. With a bright red face, talking through his teeth, Willie says, "I'm not asking you Dylan, I'm telling you. We're stopping at my house and we're going to have some safe gay sexy fun with my life long childhood friend who you just humiliated me in front of. You do recall that promise of yours to do something big that I asked you to do, don't ya? To make up for you backing out on the Maine trip. Can you remember a promise you made that far back? All of two weeks ago or so?" He was acting the most intense I've ever seen him. What the hell, this was the second time tonight he'd gotten really wicked pissed-off at me. We got over the first silly fight, and then we were having such a nice night, and now this. I said, "I don't like him, Willie, and he doesn't like me and.... I don't, you know, wanna do it with him." Willie looked up in the air with an impatient expression, raised his eyebrows, waiting, staring at me... then he says, "your promise....". So finally I said, "OK, Willie... I promised a big favor so I'll do it, but only to repay you for that Maine deal." He was still angry with me for embarrassing him in front of Charles and he goes, "and you're going to put on panties too, right?" I nodded my head that I would, but I told myself I wouldn't. Willie turned me around then and holding onto my arm with one hand, he actually smacked my backside five times, hard. I put my hand back there like little kids do when getting spanked, but actually I hardly felt the spanking through my cargo shorts. Right after the spanking he ordered, "Squeeze in the back, Dylan" he was still mad at me, but most of the heat had evaporated. "He wants to do it, Charles. OK?" Charles goes, "Yeah, he looks thrilled about it, but hey, you handled that pretty good, for a beginner." Charles was really yucking it up at us two inferior beings. He finally adds, "Yeah, OK girls, were on... actually you got me interested and like I said, I'm horny tonight so it's your lucky day. Yo Worthington, did I ever tell you about the three-way with Larry, big Bill Wright, and me at the ski lodge last Winter break? Jesus, we were all smashed...."

He went on and on, but I didn't listen. I was squeezed in the back of what basically is a two seater and Charles had his seat back as far as it would go. I noticed Willie pulling his seat up so I'd have a little space to stuff my legs behind the driver's seat. Willie hates driving close to the steering wheel... so it was real nice of him to do that for me. I didn't say a word the entire ride and while we were driving up Willie's long driveway I was conflicted between telling those two I'd rather walk home from here than have a three way with that asshole Charles... or should I just close my eyes and get through it. After all, I rationalized to myself, I'd had a three way with Larry and Carl that turned out to be pretty hot and then the four way with Larry, Carl, Willie and me was really hot too. Earlier, Willie had said "safe sex" so that meant condoms and I did tell Willie I owed him one. Oh hell, I don't want to walk home, guess I'll make the best of it. Getting out of the car on Willie's side, he pulled me over and hugged me. His eyes shining in the light from the spot lights blaring down at us from over the garages, he said, "I'm sorry I talked to you that way back there and I swear I'll make it up to you, just please go along with me tonight. It means a lot to me." I mumbled, "It's OK Willie, I love you. I'll go along with it for you." He whispered, "Just one time I'd like to get Charles to do something I want... one time in my life. That's all." Charles is like, "No whispering girls, don't worry... there's enough man in me for both of you with plenty left over. Forty-five minutes Will, that's it!"

We went in the side door and were almost to Willie's room when the housekeeper called Willie to see if he'd be needing anything. It was a little after ten o'clock and she wanted to turn in for the night. Willie goes, "You need something Charles?" and he says, "Yeah, a big bottle of something cold, like gatorade or something". Willie looks at me and softly says, "Can I get you anything Dylan?" and I shake my head and mumble, "No, I'm good". With a quart of red gatorade for Charles in Willie's hand, the three of us went up the big staircase, down the hall, and into his bedroom. Charles says, "Everything off girls and I want both of you in panties... chop chop!" He opened the gatorade and gulped almost half of it. "Ahhh, that's what I needed" and then Charles pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his drawers, he was wearing a jock strap instead of underwear, he stepped out of that and fondled his cock and balls. I was naked, staring at Charles fat cock. It was my length which is a little under six inches, but Charles' cock was almost twice as big around and with a bulging dark red head. "You want to suck it, don't ya?" I looked up to see Charles smirking at me, I go, "Huh?" He says, "Get your panties on and you can suck it while I do your boyfriend." I wouldn't say he was being nice, more like he was being condescending. I looked away mumbling, "I don't have panties, where would I get panties?" Charles laughs and points behind me. Turning around and there's Willie with a half dozen pairs in his hands. I could tell he didn't want to laugh, but he blurted out a laugh anyway and then said, "Sorry Dylan, I'm not laughing at you. This whole thing gets me laughing" and he stepped into a pair of white silk panties with baby blue tiny bows as decoration. They were much too small for Willie with his long cock and his scrotum full of nuts straining the material outward. I had to laugh... the small panties, Willie's big package, and the goofy look on his face. It's stupid, but we both laughed. Charles was laughing a little bit too, and for once it sounded like he actually thought something was funny rather than just laughing from scorn like he did earlier. I grabbed a pair of pink undies and stepped into them and the tiny size made my package look large too. Another laugh, but fuck... they felt nice, that silky feel and all. Willie and I grabbed our crotches and pranced around with Charles laughing harder now... he had half a boner too, which he was playing with. The thought that Willie and I had too much vodka flashed through my head, I was grateful for it actually.

Charles pointed at me saying, "You suck my cock" and pointing at Willie, he said, "You get a condom and pull your panties down to your knees". I got down in front of him and licked the head of his cock. He said, "Take it all in your mouth, kid... lot's of tongue". I sucked and lapped it and incredibly it got wider. It was a mouthful for sure. After two minutes I had spit running down my chin and I had his cock as hard as a baseball bat. He cupped the back of my head, humped into my throat and pulled forward on my head... his cock head got hung up at my gag reflex area for a few seconds but he got it past and down my throat a little bit. I thought of my experience with the Marine and knew I could take this big cock if I just stayed calm although tears did stream down my cheeks. Panicking is the worse possible thing I could do, so I concentrated on relaxing. Charles actually moaned, "hey, that feels great, good job, I'm hard already" and he pulled out telling me, "Get behind me and get your tongue up my asshole. I'll fuck Willie first and then you." Willie mumbled, "You got me a little nervous now that it's finally my turn Charles... that's a big one ya got there. heh heh" He sounded nervous but Charles certainly didn't, he goes, "For christ sakes, Willie, you're finally getting what you've been begging for all these years and you whine about it. Jeez, what a cunt! Roll that condom on me and turn around, pussy boy." Shaking my head in disgust, I got behind Charles and began half heartedly to rim him as he bent forward a little to get his boner inside Willie. I heard Willie cry out, "Go slow, Charles... please, it hurts". Charles says, "Oh, you say every dick hurts you." Willie screamed out a little as Charles did a big hump forward and then another one. I just sat back on my ankles waiting for him to stop moving around. All I could thing about was how this was the least sexy experience I've ever had, under any circumstances. This was a turn-off of major proportion. Charles got into it, fucking Willie, and didn't even seem to notice I wasn't rimming him. I didn't feel like it at all. He was clean enough, but he had a semi-hairy ass and that isn't something I'm use to.

Willie never sounded like he was experiencing anything but pain. His groaning and complaining got weaker and weaker the longer Charles fucked him, but it never turned into those pleasure sounds Willie and I are use to. After five or six minutes Charles starts smacking Willie's ass. From the grunts and more frantic humping I guessed Charles was close to climax and with two last violent humps into Willie, Charles goes, "Agggg, ahhh... oh fuck!!" and begins slowing down his humps. Willie had been jerking himself off but never actually climaxed by the time Charles pulled out. There were smears of pink coloring on the condom. Apparently he'd broken some blood vessels up Willie's ass. Willie's face was pale as he walked into the bathroom saying, "gotta take a shit real bad..." Charles was breathing hard as he turned to me, and putting an arm around my shoulders he leaned on me for thirty seconds, then laughed and said, "Christ, I should have fucked him years ago... what a tight pussy! ... Jeez, great cum shot. Almost blew my condom off...ha ha.." and then he seemed to realize he was commiserating with a pion because he stopped in mid-sentence and made a face like... oh, it's you. He stood up saying, "Get this condom off me, kid". I pulled it off, it had a big load of cum in the end of it which led the way when I tossed it into Willie's wastebasket. Charles grabbed his gatorade for a big gulp and then fumbled the last of my Marlboro Lights out of the pocket of his shirt which was laying on the chair, and then he looked around. I knew what he needed but I waited for him to ask. He breathed out in annoyance and said, "Got a light, Darren?" Taking my time getting my lighter out of my shorts, I said nothing. Charles grabbed the lighter, lit his cigarette and smoked the Marlboro with the filter in tact this time, and drank his gatorade. We waited for Willie without talking... I can outlast almost anybody with that. I can remain perfectly still and let the silence build until the silence is screaming in the other person's head. Willie finally came out of the bathroom with his girlie panties pulled up. He was holding his ass with both hands saying, "I needed to put a tampon up there Charles, it was bleeding". Charles goes, "Ya got your period, that's all" and then did that mean sounding forced laugh again.

Willie came over and put an arm around my neck looking for sympathy so I hugged him and kissed his cheek, then he kissed my lips and Charles said, "You girls hold off on that shit until I'm outta here or I'll vomit this gatorade all over your nice silk sheets there on your bed, Worthington." Willie ignored that and says to me, "Let's have a cigarette Dylan" so we did. We shared one like Chubby and I do it. Charles goes, "your boyfriend was giving me the creeps Will, he's like a zombie or something." Willie snapped, "He is not" and Charles says, "Oh, fuck this. What a lost night! I'm going to kick Nathan's ass for leaving me at that fucking block party. I didn't want to go to in the first place." Willie gave me a look like... "sorry for this!" and he says to Charles. "Your friend was sick, you should have gone to the hospital with him to help". Charles glared at Willie and then snarled, "Alright dick head, the day I need advise from you I'll know it's time to jump off the Prudential building. I said I'd do it, so I'll fuck your boyfriend's pussy, then he'll at least know what a real fuck feels like. I'll get him squealing like a little girl alright, but unfortunately your skinny little dick, Worthinghton, just might not do it for him anymore afterward". Then, once more with the forced laugh, before adding, "We're done with this tonight after that. Got it?" Willie, real low, says to me, "You don't need to Dylan. It's OK". So what the hell, I shook my head at Willie indicating I didn't want to and Willie turns to say to Charles, "Nah, I don't want you to fuck him, Charles. It was another one of my bad ideas from the start." Charles goes indignant with, "What the.... you asshole, it was your fucking idea in the first place. Oh shit, forget about it, let's go". We quickly pulled on our shorts and shirts and then that's what we did... we went. In silence Willie drove Charles home. His parents house was only three miles from Willie's. When he got out of the car Charles said, "I didn't liked your attitude at your house Worthington so don't come sucking around me at Prep. You're a loser and I don't hang with losers!" Willie said nothing and neither did I. When Charles got out, leaving the car door wide open, I climbed into the front passenger seat. Willie looked over at me with a slightly apologetic grin and patted my thigh, "Sorry, I wish I could blame it all on the vodka, but I'll take the hit for this disaster with that arrogant bastard. That idea about the three-way really sucked... Shit! What'd I ever see in him all these years? I'll make it up to you, Dylan. I promise!"

We were in front of my condo before eleven o'clock. My Mom wouldn't be home until around one in the morning and when Willie said he was coming in, I said, "Cool". He got a hold of the back of my head and pulled me to his face starting one of our hot make outs with lots of spit and tongue. He had the car's top down though, so after fifteen seconds I gasped, "Please Willie, we're in a fucking fish bowl out here." He pulled back a little and looked at me with a quizical expression. I go, "Anybody glances out their window or driving by can see two boys kissing... ya know?" He says, "Oh yeah, sorry, but I needed an emergency taste of you to get the memory of 'him' out of my head." We got out then note and went up the steps to my condo. One foot inside my front door we went at it again, hot and heavy. It felt good in the condo with the air conditioner maintaining seventy-one degrees and, really, it was the first real peace and quiet of the night since the beginning of our date which, of course, started in this exact place, my condo. Arms around Willie's neck and his arms holding me tightly around the waist, our mouths together, soon saliva covered most of our faces. I felt Willie's boner bumping against mine as we slowing dry docked each other. When I could feel wetness at the head of my cock I thought about pulling away, but before I could Willie blew a spitty spray of laughter into my mouth, my eyes got big and I had a surprised expression on my face, like... what the f...? Willie laughed for real, talking while he laughed, "we forgot to change out of our girlie panties. I just about blew a load in my pants making out with you just now and realized I was feeling silk panties on my package. These things are so funny." I could feel mine now too and I had to agree, it was kinda funny that we were still wearing them. We laughed a little more, did a few more kisses and then Willie wanted something to drink so we each had a coke out on the front steps smoking another cigarette. Willie absently told me that he'd almost bought his own pack of Marlboro in a convenience store the other day. "See, you got me hooked up with this nasty habit Dylan... you got me hooked on you too, baby" and we kissed on my front steps with smoke drifting out our mouths as we did it. I'm going to be "outed" by somebody, someday soon if I keep this up, but at that time of the night, aroused by him as I was, I couldn't have cared less then. I love Willie.

Back inside, Willie in a mischievous mood says, "Want to play a computer game or watch some TV?" He makes me laugh. I shake my head "no" and hug around his neck again. He says, "Oh, OK then... whisper in my ear what you'd like us to do" and I whispered, "I'd like you to fuck my boy pussy for me" Willie goes, "What did I ever see in that Charles asshole?" He seemed sincere when he added, "I see now, you're better then all of them" and he did a sweet, loving kiss that made me feel slightly dizzy... Willie, the romantic. Something so nice. Willie whispered, "Where you wanna do it, Dylan?" and I took his hand and led him to my bedroom where we did it earlier tonight. We took off all our clothes, including our girlie, frilly, silk undies... our boners just bounced around in front of us as we moved. Willie was doing his usual quick breathing as he got behind me and grabbed two fistfuls of my buttocks, maybe a little bit too roughly, saying, "Bend over and lean on your little bed there, baby". His wet cock head almost immediately at my hole. I said, "Use some lube, Willie". He didn't have any of course, and he didn't like Vaseline, but I said, "Please" and he said, "Sure". Using tissue to keep it off my hands, I spread Vaseline on my hole and on the head of his cock. Willie muttered again that he hated using Vaseline, but went along with it anyway so I made sure he had a nice covering on the head of that seven plus inch steel pole of his.

Shortly we were back at the side of my bed, I leaned over and Willie gripped both my hips and went right up against my hole with the slippery head of his boner. We were strangely quiet, maybe because of the contentiousness of the Charles episode, and maybe because of that argument, whatever it was I really wanted the sex with Willie even more than I usually do... maybe it was to prove we'd made-up for real. I pushed my ass back at his boner and he took a big breath then and humped hard at my asshole going up inside me four inches. Vaseline is messy, but very slippery too. Willie goes, "Ohhhh" and I said about the same thing, but we said it for different reasons. It didn't take long before the hurt turned into about as good as any feeling I've ever felt. Willie pushed in his full seven plus inches and did a fast, full, fuck with me uttering, "AH!" with every full penetration. We both wanted to get off badly and I was up off the bed enough to jerk myself off as Willie fucked me. I can't tell you how wonderful it felt. Willie was rough from beginning to end so maybe he was just a tiny bit still mad at me for embarrassing him initially with Charles. Mad at me a little maybe, and perhaps because it just recently happened to him, Willie began smacking my ass the last minute or so before his climax, one smack with each penetration... it stung like hell, but it was sexy too and I blew cum all over my sheets about thirty seconds before Willie shot a lot of his own very nice creamy teen cum up my ass, or...er, my pussy, according to my boyfriend, and that's fine with me. He dragged me up on the bed and we did that tight hug and some kisses so maybe he isn't mad at me anymore after all. He eventually had me in such a tight ball of teen arms, legs, dicks and bodies I didn't know my dick from his. He got his boner up inside me a little later on and did a slow fuck on me that had us both moaning in pleasure. The second climax was wet spray, but felt good too. Willie giggled about the panties some more and then told me how much he loved me for fifteen straight minutes, he talked in a whisper voice that had me totally mesmerized... I could hardly move a limb the entire time. I knew now he wasn't even a little bit mad at me, and he hadn't been for quite a while.

We were quite sweaty and a little later we took another quick shower together, crammed into my small shower liked we did it hours before. We made plans for our Tuesday's date. I also tried to talk him out of going to Maine later in the week. Willie said, "You got me reconsidering everything Dylan, but who'll be my roommate if Larry throws me out?" I told him he has lots of friends, he doesn't need Larry and then we fantasized about me being his roommate at Prep school, but even he couldn't come up with a scenario of how that would work. Even if Willie paid my tuition from his trust fund, how would I ever get accepted with my average grades. We were really stretching with that, but we were in love. I hated when he had to leave and we did a lot of single goodbye kisses on the way out the door. Finally his car's tail lights blinked around the corner out of sight. I had one last cigarette thinking about our more recent dates and how there always seems to be one or two arguments and disagreements that seem wicked important at the time, but by the end of the night it's hard to remember what they were about.

As I flicked my cigarette butt off my thigh I thought... I got a real problem here. I have two boys in love with me and I might be in love with both of them too... and, I don't want to hurt either one, but it's cheating on both if I can't choose one over the other. That ain't right and I don't see myself as a full-time double-timing bastard ... I got myself a real dilemma here. Robbie who I've just started a relationship with, but who seems to be seriously in love with me, and Willie who has said he loved me for the longest time now and who I have a quite history with already. I really love Willie, but Robbie... he's so very special, so beautiful and he loves me fucking him, but on the other hand Willie is the best fuck ever and... Oh my God, what the hell am I going to do?

to be continued.....

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